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AURORA; she/her. entp. dancer. writer. brown. 18. dramatic. brat. golden. mind engraved by aaron taylor johnson. slytherdor. sirius black kinnie. tony stark kinnie. classic asshole. romantic anarchist.

— i tend to be a bit strange, but all the good writers are anyway.

❝𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

welcome to whatever chaos i’ve created .ᐟ

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my names aurora, but you can call me rora .ᐟ

some things to note before you venture into my blog even more;

i go by she/her; but im not that sensitive about it — call me whatever. i may write under dark theme but please note that this is all fiction, none of it is real (sadly i know).

i do take requests but i will pick and choose to my liking — if it is under themes that i quite literally cannot bring myself to write, i won't write it.

somethings im not comfortable with:

piss kinks

necrophilia

maschalagnia

misogyny

rape kinks

by all means, this is an open space, feel free to ask me anything you want. comments, reblogs, and likes, are very much appreciated. i love it so much, i might even print your comment out and paste them on my walls.

and please do note, some of my works are directed to mature audiences, i am not responsible for whatever it is that you read, but i will warn you before you continue any further.

if you see me doing asks anywhere, you did not. you were just overthinking it.

& that's pretty much it... have fun .ᐟ

𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

marauders as things my friends and i have said

James [showing the ring he bought lily]: They said it's a 24 carat

Remus [Gasps]: God really?

Sirius [In awe]: How did you fit 24 carrots in that thing?

[An awkward silence]

James: Wait you're so right, how did it fit?

[Both Sirius and James examine the ring]

Remus [Tired of this bullshit]: For fucks sake.

number one wolfstar shipper is sirius himself btw. if wolfstar has 100 fans sirius is one of them. if wolfstar has one fan sirius is that fan. if wolfstar has no fans sirius is dea— oh wait.

the point of writing is to make your readers feel either sick or shattered. either make them feel so disgusted they taste bile in their throats, or make them feel so devastated and heartbroken they’ll never be the same again

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑: 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairing: alexei vronsky x reader

warning, this is not proof-read so there might be minor mistakes

“Milaya moya, what is it that you think so deeply about?” He asked, breaking the silence and tension in the room. You jumped slightly, startled, putting a hand on your sternum as a reaction to the shock. 

“Ah, Alexei, you startled me, I did not notice you” You laughed slightly, looking at him. 

‘I had not noticed you’

But you always notice when he walks in the room. Your eyes always light up, your smile always deepens, and your shoulders relax knowing that he was there to take care of you. 

Your words upset him, he knew something was clogging your mind, he just did not know what exactly it was. He was determined to find out and rid you of those thoughts to make you happy, to see you happy. 

“I was rather silent, I suppose” Alexei said, pushing his thoughts of sadness away, trying to figure you out. 

“Now, my love, do tell, what is bothering you” He said, putting the newspaper down onto the seat and getting up, making his way to you, kneeling right in front of you so you would meet his eyes. 

“I have told you, I am f-” You started but Alexei cut you off, softly.

“And do not say that you are fine, because you seem very enervating” He said and softly placed one hand on your knee and the other on your stomach. 

“I do not wish for you to stress, my dove, it will only cause you and the child harm, so please do tell me what is causing you to be so burdened. Put it on me so I can carry that burden for you” He said softly, his eyes sincere and carrying a pain, and empathy, a mixture you never want to see in his eyes. 

You looked down, feeling your eyes start to water, your throat started to burn, your eyes stinging slightly. You did not want to meet his eye, you felt shameful. Felt disgusting for feeling the way you feel. 

You trusted him, you really did, but the dream, the vision, felt so real, so genuine, it was hard to not brood. 

He reached his hand up to your cheeks, cupping it right after pushing a stray strand fall from your beautifully plaited hair. 

“Darling,” He said softly, reminding you that he was still there. To listen, to hear, and understand you. You swallowed and licked your lips. You looked at him, through your eyelashes, his eyes boring into yours. His eyes, so blue and clear, every single feeling of concern and sadness engraved into them. 

You cleared your throat and shook your head. 

“I would like some time alone” You whispered and looked back down to your lap, watching his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing the fabric of your dress. 

The hope in Alexei’s eyes left and he felt his shoulders slump. He licked his lips and stood up, lending out a hand to you to hold. You looked up at him when you saw him stretching his hand out for you to use to get back up on your feet. He had a soft smile on his face, calming your nerves. 

“Then time alone is what you shall get” He said and nodded to his stretched out hand for you to grab onto, to help you stand up. 

“That is with me at a safe distance” He quickly added as you closed your book, putting it to the side and putting your hand in his, allowing him to pull you up.

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pairing: tangerine x reader

tw: nsfw, pinv, subtle dom!tangerine & sub!reader, cussing, mention of violence, song!fic, yelling, lowkey fluff

message: when you see a dead bird on the floor, don't eat it. that's all i ask of you. i am not in charge of what you read, only you and God can condemn to your sins. i don't care if you're underage; unless you enjoy, in that case, thank you.

Part 1 of Strangers in the Night

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Walking swiftly to the platform, you stare at your ticket to make sure you had everything on there, so that there were no complications later on. You bumped into a wall and was about to fall backwards but an arm caught you by the waist.

"I am so sorry" You laughed nervously and looked up at the 'wall' you had bumped into, only for the rest of your words to get stuck in your throat.

"That's alright, y'travelling?" A man in a blue suit and a mustache asked as he smiled down at you. Not trusting yourself, you just smiled and gave him a small nod, you tried to bend down to grab the handle of your bag, but he beat you to it. He stood back up and handed it to you, while taking a quick glance at your ticket.

"Kyoto?" He asked and handed you your bag. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Thank you, and yes- to both Kyoto and travelling... just to clear out any confusion...?" You sighed and then just kept talking and just shut yourself up. He let a little chuckle.

"Well I'll see you on the train then...?" He said smiling and waiting for you to tell him your name. 

"Y/n" You smiled at him softly. He gave you a small smile back. 

"Y/n" He said and bowed slightly before walking away to join another man who was glaring at him. You watched him walk to another man who had a briefcase in his hand, he was scolding the man you were just talking to, nodding at the briefcase in his hand. The man with the mustache rolled his eyes and pulled out a lighter and a cigarette. 

"Now boarding the bullet train for Kyoto"

A woman said in speakers, after saying the same thing in Japanese. You held onto your bag tighter and slowly boarded the train with all the other people. Looking like little ants trying to get back into the pile of dirt they call home. 

You searched for your compartment and stopped in front of it. People trying push past you behind you, you tried to be considerate and squish yourself closer to the compartment. 

You went on your toes to try and push your bag into the luggage rack on top of your seat. But you couldn't get it in there, the limited amount of space you had didn't help.

"Allow me" A familliar voice said and helped you push your bag fully into the compartment. You let out a little scoff-laugh and turned around. 

"Thank you, stranger" You smiled up at him, feeling more relaxed than the last interaction with him. 

"You're welcome, Y/n" He replied back to you, smirking when he said your name. 

"Weird how you know my name, but I don't know yours, makes you seem like a... stalker" You smiled and whispered the stalker. 

"Tangerine" He said, his smile still on his face. 

'Tangerine? Like the fruit?' 'Yes, like the fruit'

He played out the scenario in his head but what you said was nothing like it.

"Thought it'd be something unique, like Ben, guess not, very original" You joked. He let out a light scoff with a smile and shook his head. There was a rather loud cough coming from another booth that was just on the opposite side and one booth down to yours. It was the same person from before, he was looking at Tangerine with a 'You've got to be kidding me' look. 

"Well I've got to go love, something tells me, I'll see you around" He said, softly grabbing your hand and giving it a slight kiss, maintaining his eyes on yours. He gently let go and walked away to sit in the same booth as the man who was just giving him a look. 

He had initially sat with his back towards you but got up and told the other man to switch seat with him so he got a better view at you. 

"Mate what the fuck are you doing?" The man said looking at Tangerine like he was crazy, while he was watching you sit down in your booth and put in your headphones and stare out the window. 

"Will you fucking relax Lem? Nothing's gunna happen" Tangerine said half-heartedly, still looking at you. 

"Don't pull the fucking 'will you relax lemon, you're worrying about nothing', you're driving me mad, we are professionals, I just want to get this overwith and here you are fucking around. God, you're such a fucking Gordon" The other man hissed at him. Tangerine finally snapped his head back to the man, who goes by the name Lemon apparently.

"I am not a Gordon" He said, offended. 

"Mhm, well you're acting like a real Gordon right now" The man shrugged, and then a banter started. 

'Tangerine and Lemon? Citrus themed.' You thought. You hadn't turned your music on yet so you could hear everything they were talking about. 

'And was that a reference to Thomas the Tank Engine?' So many thoughts ran through your head about the mysterious duo, but the sound of your phone notifications stopped the train of thoughts. You turned your phone over and skimmed through the messages and sighed. Your family was unbelievable. 

That was the whole point of this trip. You felt stuck in your apartment back at home and your family always pestering you about everything and things with your ex, you just needed an out. So you took the next flight out and into Japan. 

Something about Japan was calling your name, you thought maybe the good matcha. 

-

You woke up to a thud. It sounded like someone hit - well more like threw- themselves against the wall. You sighed and rubbed your eyes and looked out the window, the view was beautiful. You got up with your wallet and head out to another segment of the train, hoping to find some snacks. 

You found a little section with a person behind a counter with snacks. You walked up to him smiling and picked out a small snack and got your wallet out, but someone taking their card out and handing it to the man. 

"I'll pay for hers as well" Tangerine told the man and handed him his black card. 

"Oh you didn't have to" You shook your head and looked at him with your brows furrowed. 

"Oh but I wanted to sweetheart" He smiled at you and the man behind the counter returned his card. He handed you your snack and you shook your head with a smile, taking it from him.

"Thank you, Tangerine" You copied what he did earlier and said his name with a smirk. He looked at you, a small smile on his face.

"Allow me to walk you back" He said and offered you his elbow, you were skeptical. Here you were, trying to get away from the drama but were going to wrap your arm around a complete stranger, well rather beautiful, well groomed, tall, handsome, stranger's elbow. 

But it was nothing, probably. Just him walking you back to your booth. Nothing more could happen.

"Alright, but just this one time" You joked and wrapped your arm around his elbow. He started guiding you back to your booth. He seemed like he was on the look out. His eyes darting to any place someone could pop up. 

"So what brings you to Japan?" He asked, trying to make small conversation. 

"How do you know I don't live here?" You asked raising an eyebrow. 

"You wouldn't be this stressed, also you told me when you bumped into me" He answered simply, looking down at you (since he was taller) and gave you a cheeky smile.

"Hmm. Just to get away from family drama, needed a change" You shrugged and looked up at him. He gave you a small nod.

"And you?" 

It looked like the words were stuck in him. He didn't know how to say it. He took a slight pause before answering.

"On business, with my brother" He said simply, nodding with his answer. 

"What business?" You pushed, wanting to know more about him. He was this mysterious, hot, tall, handsome man who showed interest in you, of course you were going to push about it. 

It was only going to be a little holiday fling. 

"Well it's co- Oh shit" He started but stopped himself and cussed before grabbing your shoulders and shoving you into the restroom and got in with you, shutting the door behind him, he tried locking it but it was broken. 

"Fuck" He sighed and looked around the rather tiny bathroom to see if there was anything to keep the door locked.

"I swear I saw him here" A voice came from outside as footsteps came towards the bathroom.

"What's going on? It's kind of forward of you, pushing me into a bathroom" You chuckled nervously, slightly scared. 

"I'm sorry, there's just someone I'm trying to avoid" He explained, not a very detailed one but enough for you to get the gist. You nodded, your fear fading away slightly.

"Fuck" He sighed and rubbed his forehead when he realised there was nothing that could keep the door locked. You stared at him for a second and sat on the counter, next to the sink. 

You unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt, revealing your cleavage, he looked at you, eyes going to your cleavage, lingering there for a split second, then back to your eyes and gave you a confused look. The footsteps came closer. 

"What ar-" He started but you cut him off.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" You asked genuinely looking into his eyes. He shook his head, and that was the only confirmation you needed. 

You grabbed the back of his neck and smashed your lips onto his, kissing him. He was shocked for a bit but slowly melted into the kiss and held your cheek as he kissed you back. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest. He gave your right breast a light squeeze and you moaned into his mouth. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he leaned more into you. You turned slightly to that his back was facing the door. The door slid open.

"Oh shit fuck, I am so sorry" The man with glasses cussed and quickly shut the door. Tangerine pulled away breathless. He looked at you, the both of you were panting. 

"Now that was forward" Tangerine laughed slightly. You laughed.

"Well you did say you wanted to avoid him" You shrugged. He poked his tongue against his cheek, and you didn't think that this man could get any hotter. Your lips were mere millimetres away from each other, fanning each other with your breaths. 

"Very quick thinking" He whispered, glancing back at your lips, your exposed cleavage, back to your lips and then to your eyes.

"Well um, you were the one who um pulled us into this very tiny excuse of a-" You started rambling but he cut you off by kissing you. He pulled away before you could kiss back to see your reaction. Your eyes looked up at him, fluttering slightly.

Without thinking, you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him back into the kiss. Your hands went back to the back fo his neck, playing with the little baby curls. You arched your back so he could get closer to you. 

"Mmm wait" Tangerine panted and pulled away. You whined, he held onto your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked genuinely. There was a look in his eyes, a look you can't quite name. Lust and something else. You nodded quickly.

"I need words, beautiful" He whispered leaning down slightly, hovering over your neck. You throw your head back slightly for him to have more space.

"Yes I want to. Please" You whispered and let out a breath. You felt him smirk against the skin on your neck. You let out a slight whimper when you felt his warm mouth on your neck, marking you. Your right hand went up to his hair to play with it and your left went down to his chest to loosen his tie. 

He pulls away from you and quickly removes his blazer and recklessly throws it on the floor. He went back to kissing your neck. You moaned as he sucked a certain area on your neck. You tried to unbutton his shirt as quickly as possible, not wanting to wait any longer. 

You felt his fingers work diligently on your shirt, unbuttoning your shirt quickly. You slid it off and sat up right, he moved away from your neck and looked at the marks he made. 

"You look so beautiful" He whispered as he pulled away further to see your face and neck together. Knowing that he was the one to mark you, and the fact that you let him, that you were so willing to give yourself to him, turned him on. 

You felt a heat fill your body, from your stomach spreading to your cheeks. Your cheeks turning red. You were going to say something but before you could he cupped your cheek and kissed you. 

A genuine kiss. Not like the 'fake' kiss to get rid of the man. Not the kiss filled with lust. A kiss that was sweet, and soft. He pulled away slightly and rested his forehead on yours. You leaned into his neck and sucked on the skin there while he worked on taking your bra off. You pulled away from his neck as you felt your bra loosen.

"Look at that" You smiled cheekily at him and grazed at the red hickey on his neck with your finger softly. He looked at his neck in the mirror behind you. 

"I'm gonna get an earful" He sighed and let out a little chuckle as his gaze went back to you as you dropped your bra to the floor. He didn't know how but the sight of you half naked got him even harder than before. 

"Fuck" He whispered, kissing you and kissing down your neck to your tits. You let out little moans as he sucked on your nipple and massaged the other. Your hand went down to his belt and tried to unbuckle it. He lifted his head and panted as he removed his pants, pooling at his feet. He only had boxers on, and you had your leather skirt on and panties on. He lifted your skirt, bunching it at your waist, and pulled your panties to the side.

"So beautiful" He mumbled, you winced and arched your back as you felt his fingers go up and down your slit. You moaned as he slowly slid a finger into you.

"So fucking beautiful" He mumbled against your neck and traced his tongue over the already purple hickey. You arched your back, sucked in a breath and your hand went down to his wrist and grabbed it.

"Please" You pleaded. He lifted his head and kissed you. He pulled his finger out of you and pulled his boxers down just enough for his dick to spring out. He was big, probably the biggest you'll ever have. He dragged his tip along yourself, teasing you and himself. You moaned as he pushed his tip into you. He groaned and rest his forehead on top of yours. You let out a whimper.

"Fuck" He hissed as he bottomed out. He groaned as he relaxed his muscles slightly. His forehead still on top of yours, noses nudging against each other. His breath fanning your face and yours fanning his. 

"Move, Tan" You wimpered, his eyes opened to look at you as you called him 'Tan' instead of 'Tangerine'. He let out a slight moan as the sight of you, eyes squeezed shut, nose crinkled slightly, lips pursed. You looked... adorable. 

Which isn't something he was use to seeing, and not exactly a word he would use to describe someone in this situation. He pulled out slightly and pushed himself back in. 

"Fuck, you feel amazing" He panted as he rested his forehead back onto yours. You moaned and your mouth fell into an 'o' shape as he repeated his movements in a rhythmic pattern, slowly. You hummed and tilted your head up a bit so that his lips captured yours. 

The kiss was slow, passionate. Everything about the moment felt different. Not that you had that many one night stands, actually the only person you've done it with was your ex, and that was a year ago, but it was different than what it was with him.

"Mhmm move faster" You whispered onto his lips. His lips were millimetres away from yours, almost as if he's teasing you by not capturing your lips on his. He groaned at your request and started speeding up. 

One hand leaning on the mirror behind you to balance himself, his other hand went up from gripping the edge of the counter to the cupping your face. You opened your eyes to stare into his blue eyes. They were clouded with lust and something soft.

"Fuck" You hissed and threw your head back as he hit a certain spot in you that made you see spots. You panted and dug your nails into his back. Your moans, his grunts, the sound of your skin slapping together and the wetness from your slick filled the pathetic excuse of a bathroom, and probably the small hallway outside the bathroom. 

He started going faster, which you thought would not be possible, but he proved you wrong. You clenched around him as he tried to shove himself back into you a few more times. He was close and he needed to make sure you came first. He moved his hand that was on your cheek down your body, to your clit, and rubbed in circles. 

You let out a rather loud squeak and arched your back, basically shoving your breasts into his face. He dropped his head, his forehead on yours sternum, letting his hot breath fan over the hickeys he left on your chest, adding to your pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful" He mumbled under his breath. You payed no mind to what he said, it was probably an in-the-moment type of thing. 

"I'm gonna f-fuck- I'm g'na cum" You moaned as he put more pleasure on your clit. 

"Yeah?" He panted and lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. 

"Mhmm" You hum, not trusting yourself to say anything. He smashed his lips onto yours, you kissed him back with the same force.

"Cum with me" He mumbled into the kiss and bit your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth and he greedily ate up every single sound coming out of you. You clenched around him and came. He followed after two more sloppy thrusts. He groaned into your mouth as he came. 

He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva attatching from both of yours lips. He shuddered slightly as he pushed into you a little bit more, just to feel you more before you parted ways, probably never seeing each other again. You whimpered as he went deeper, feeling overstimulated. You tried to close your shaky legs, but he softly spread them open again.

"Shh I know love" He whispered lovingly and kissed you softly. He pulled out and his cum spilled out of you. You looked down and laughed to yourself and rubbed your face in your hands. 

"What's so funny?" He smiled and looked at you as he pulled his pants back up and grabbed his belt to put it through the loops. 

"I haven't done that in a long time, and the first time I do it again, it's with a complete stranger in a bathroom, on a bullet train, in Japan" You laughed at yourself, almost in pity. He didn't buckle his belt yet and grabbed for a few tissue papers and cleaned you up as you explained what was funny. He threw the tissues into the toilet and flushed it down. 

"Well hopefully it was up to your standards" He joked, he knew it was. He bent down to pick your bra and his shirt up. He helped you put your arms through the straps of your bra and hooked it up for you, watching his fingers behind your back, through the mirror. Helping each other dress up and clean up like you've done it a milion times before.

"I should be asking you that" You laughed slightly and helped him buckle his belt as he put his arms into his undershirt, buttoning it down from the top button, leaving the first two open. Once your done buckling his belt for him you started buttoning his shirt for him, from the last button, making your way up. You reached the same button he was on, your hands colliding. 

You looked up at him to see him already looking at you. With the same look in his eyes — not lust. You licked your lips and was going to say something but he beat you to it, by kissing you. You kissed him back, softly. #

His hand on your cheek, cupping your face ever so softly, as if, if he were to hold you any tighter, you would break. You pulled away and rested your forehead on his. 

"You didn't answer" You whispered and looked into his eyes, his eyes were soft. He let out a little scoff like chuckle.

"The best I've had" He said honestly. 

He's only saying that to make me feel better. But a win is a win. 

You mentally shrugged. You gave him a soft smile and pecked his lips one more time and pulled away before he could kiss back. 

"I think it's rather unfair that you're fully dressed and I've yet to put a shirt on" You joked and hopped off the counter, only for your knees to buck when your feet hit the floor. 

"Woah careful darlin'" He chuckled as he caught you by the waist. Much like before, except this time you were half naked. He picked your shirt up for you and helped you put it on and buttoned it up for you. You fixed yourself up in the mirror and helped tigthen Tangerine's tie and then opened the bathroom door. 

It was like a wave of fresh, cool, non-sex air hit your face. He helped you get back to your seat and helped you sit down. Once you sat down, you cuddled into the little travel pillow you had. You just wanted to take a fat nap now. He smiled as he watched you cuddle into your pillow. A feeling of dread filled him and he felt sick. 

"Hey listen to me" He started as he pulled your chin up to look at him. You looked up at him with big eyes. Your eyes alone wanted to make him drop everything in his life - except lemon- and take you out, spoil you, cuddle you into his bed and never leave your side. But he held back his feelings, he had to be professional. He bent down slightly.

"Listen to me, lovely, I need you to get off on the next stop" He said and cupped your face. You scrunched your brows and turned your head to look at the little screen with the location on it. You turned back to him, confused.

"But that's not my stop" You explained shaking you head slightly.

"No, listen to me, I need you to get off on the next stop. Y'understand darling?" He said deeply looking into your eyes — he meant it. You weren't really listening; the aftermath of the sex was hitting you like a train. All you could focus on was his face and the pet names he was calling you, as if he's been calling you these forever. 

"Uuhm sure" You whispered with your brows scrunched and nodded, more to yourself than to him. He nodded, feeling that nauseatic feeling in his chest go away slightly. Some part of him wanted to get off the train with you. But he knew he can't. He stared at you, taking in your features. 

Your eyes, your puffy lips, your nose. Every single detail. He leaned in and kissed you softly, holding your face with both hands. Your hands went up to hold onto his hands. His hands were cold compared to yours. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, which was a very frequently occuring thing, apparently. He sighed softly and nodded to himself. 

He pulled away from you, gave you one last smile before walking away to find Lemon. 

-

Lemon woke up from his nap and rubbed his eyes and looked around to see a dead body beside him. 

"Holy fuck" He shook his head and stood up to go find his partner, Tangerine. He walked past a booth and heard anxious pants and small sobs coming from under a table. He stopped in his tracks and looked around, there was barely anyone left on this train. He bent down and saw you under the table with your knees to your chest, your eyes shut closed. 

"Hey hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned and put a hand on your shoulder. You shook your head. Lemon sucked in a breath and looked around.

"What's happened?" He asked softly. You let out a small sigh and opened your eyes slowly to see it was the man Tangerine was with. 

"T-there was this man, I was about to get off the train and- and this man came up to me and put a gun on my back and then he was shot and then everything just went blank, and this table was here so I got under it and just..." You tried explaining but you started hyperventalating. 

"Hey it's okay, you're safe now. I'm not going to hurt you" He said softly as he felt you stiffen up when he put a hand on your shoulder. You tucked your knees closer to your chest and leaned against the wall even more.

"Fuck, just um, just wait here, I'll be back" Lemon nodded, more to himself and got up and walked faster to try and find his partner.

"Fucking Tangerine" He sighed to himself and used the back of his hand to rub off the sweat on his forehead.

-

Tangerine was leaned against the door, sweat and blood all over his body. His hair that was perfectly gelled back was now all over the place. He looked defeated. He had found Lemon dead in the bathroom floor. 

He felt like his life had lost its meaning. All he ever cared about was Lemon. He grew up with him, he was there for him through everything. He felt tears escape his eyes and fall down his cheek onto his now dirty dress pants. 

"What are you doin'?" A judgmental voice asked and Tangerine's eyes snapped up as he saw his partner. He quickly stood up.

"You're alive?" He said and grabbed Lemon's upper arm, as if he was checking if Lemon was actually alive and it wasn't just his imagination. 

"Yea, I was takin' a little nap" Lemon shrugged. 

"Thank fuck" Tangerine sighed and brought his partner into a hug. Lemon stood there awkwardly. 

"Can't even take a fucking nap without worrying you" Lemon rolled his eyes, even though it warmed his heart to know that Tangerine cared about him, knowing damn well that he would be in the same state if he thought Tangerine was dead. Tangerine let go of Lemon and they stood there awkwardly. Both of them knowing they would never talk about this interaction ever again.

"Your bird's still on the train, she's having a panic attack" Lemon said nodding towards the door on the other side of the train. 

"What? I told her to get off" Tangerine said and started walking to the other compartment of the train to find you, Lemon following behind.

"She said she was gunna but I think one of the white death's men got to her" Lemon explained. Tangerine reached the compartment of the train you were in.

"Where?" He asked and looked at Lemon and he nodded towards the table. Tangerine walked up to the table and bent down to see you. Lemon walked away to see if there was still anyone on the train. 

"Hey" He said softly, his eyes softening once he saw you. You opened your eyes when you heard his voice. His heart ached to see you in this state. You backed away from him, more into the wall behind you as if it were possible. You took in his appearance and saw blood on his and he looked like he was in a fight, multiple fights. 

"Darling I'm not going to hurt you, no one's going to, you're with me" He said softly and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

"C'mere please" He said and opened his arms for you to come into. You slowly released your knees from yourself and crawled to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, and put your face into the crook of his neck. He was sweaty but you didn't care. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and held onto the back of your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, koala bear hugging him. He slowly got out from under the table, making sure you didn't hit your head and stood up, with you still hanging onto him. His hands move from your waist to under your bum to hold you properly. He sat down in a booth and rubbed your back. 

"You're okay now" He whispered into your ear and kissed your temple. Your breathing slowed down and became regular pattern. He ran his hand through your hair. He heard soft snores come from you, and he smiled to himself. You fit into his arms so perfectly, like it was meant to be. He started wondering where Lemon was, and as if on queue Lemon walked in with the same man that walked in on you and Tangerine making out. They had met and fought on the train before. 

"Guess who I found trying to drive this thing" Lemon said smiling and nodded towards the man. 

"Wait so who's driving it now?" Tangerine asked, scrunching his eyebrows. 

"Turns out this thing has an autopilot, figured that out the hard way" The man with the glasses shrugged, he had an American accent. 

"How's she doing?" Lemon asked as he took a seat opposite Tangerine and the man, the American man sat next to Lemon.

"Took her some time, but s'alright now" He said, nodding and looking down at your sleeping body on his. 

"You just had to fuck around" Lemon said glaring at Tangerine. He rolled his eyes. 

"If you got to know her, you'd like her" Tangerine glared at him. 

"Did you get to know her?" Lemon reiterated. Tangerine opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out and he just glared at Lemon. 

"How long till we reach Kyoto?" Tangerine turned to the man and asked. 

"An hour" The American man said and leaned his head against the wall. 

-

Tangerine called a taxi, as you stood beside him. Lemon was talking to the man about how the situation in the bullet train went down. He flagged down a taxi and put your luggage in the boot of the car for you. He opened the door for you and turned to you, one last time. 

"So this is it" You sighed and rubbed your upper arms. Tangerine gave you a sad smile and took his coat off and put it on your shoulders so you wouldn't be cold

"Sadly" He said, pursing his lips, his hands lingering on your shoulders but soon fell to his sides.

"Well see you around then" You looked up at him and smiled. He gave you a small smile back. He leaned in, placing his hand slightly on your cheek and gave you a small kiss on the lips. You kissed him back, not wanting to stop. He pulled away and let out a sigh. He helped you get in and shut the door for you. 

He watched as your taxi drove away into the night, an ache in his heart, and a pit in his stomach. 

Something he's never felt. For some reason, he had a feeling he would run into you again, but for now he had to focus on making it into his apartment.

Part 1: fin.

Part 2: still under construction

Part 3: still under construction

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: tangerine x reader

tw: blood, injury, mention of toxic ex, subtle mention of sex, cussing, pain, not proof-read :(

message: to the ones who wish to be loved even when you have no strength to express it.

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At the late hour of two, the only sounds were the jingle of keys and rain pounding against the concrete. You'd be thinking, why is someone coming home at 2 in the morning?

But that was the norm for Tangerine. He had just come back from a 2 day trip, and instead of going back this own house, he ended up at your doorstep. You peeped your head through the door of your bedroom and watched the front door twist open.

Once the door opened and Tangerine walked in, his hair all over the place and damp, his suit untidy and bloodied with wet patches on his shoulder and back, his face exhausted, he dropped his bag onto the floor and shut the door softly. 

Your shoulders relaxed at the sight of him, knowing you were safe and not about to be killed. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and walked out the room in your pyjamas. Which consisted of a silk lacy tank top and pants that were of the same material. 

Tangerine walked up to the cabinet, grabbed a glass and filled it up with cold water from the fridge. He downed the water and set the glass on the counter. He leaned against the counter, exhausted, not noticing you yet. 

"Tan?" You whispered as you watched his movements. He jumped slightly and his head snapped to you. 

"Oh did I wake you doll? 'm so sorry" Tangerine apologised as he looked at his girlfriend. You shook your head and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

"Darlin' I'm covered in sweat and blood" He sighed as he resisted his urges to engulf you in a hug and never let go. 

"Don't care, missed you" You said simply and hugged him tighter. His urges were too strong for his superego, he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight. 

"Missed you more" He mumbled against your hair as he kissed the top of your head. You pulled away from the hug and he looked at you, his hands on your arms, the skin so soft compared to his. 

"You must be tired?" You asked more than said as you held his hands, playing with his rings. He let out a sigh. 

"You have no idea" He mumbled as he watched your gaze go from his face to his hand when you felt something mushy. You looked at his hands and your eyes widened. You fingers had just gone over a huge cut on his hand, a cut where blood was still spurring out. 

"Oh God" You whispered as you looked at both of his hands. Both bruised up, purple, blue and red with blood either dried or wet. He looked at at his hands with you, he hadn't even noticed. 

"Come here" You said, letting one hand go softly and guiding him to the elevated seats on the kitchen counter. You patted the seat, telling him to sit down. He did as told. You put both his hands on the counter to analyse. 

"'s nothin', I barely felt it" Tangerine shrugged trying to calm you, the look of worry on your face worried him, but it also made him feel some type of way. Felt like he was cared for, felt like he was needed. Gave him a sense of belonging. 

"Shh" You said sharply and went over the cuts with your finger, as if your touch would take them away. You winced slightly as you went over a splinter. 

"How the fuck?" You whispered softly and looked up at him, he was looking at you, he shrugged. 

"Don't know, sometimes just happens" He said. You squint your eyes at him slightly and got off you chair. 

"Wait here, I'll be back" You said and disappeared into the guest restroom that was connected to the living room. Tangerine watched you leave. Usually he'd just wash the wounds with water and call it a day, but seeing the look on your face when you saw his wounds made him upset. Made him regret being so careless on the mission. 

He wanted to go back and tell himself to be more careful. Just to make sure he never had to see the look on your face. You came out of the restroom with a first aid kit and sat next to him. You opened the kit on the counter and took out tweezers, cotton buds, alcohol, and a cream. 

"Is g'na hurt a bit yea?" You said and grabbed his hand softly. Cleaning the tweezers before putting it against his skin to take the piece of wood or metal —whatever it was, you couldn't quite guess what it was— out. 

He winced slightly as the sharp part poked his other wound. 

"Sorry" You gasped softly and tried to be careful with him. Touching his hand, treating him as if he was a piece of glass. He had never been treated that way. 

Lemon was his brother and he had obviously seen Tangerine cry but they never talked about it after, and vice versa. A pat on the back was the softest thing that they got from each other, and that alone meant the world to Tangerine. 

But this, the way your soft hand carressed his wounds, the way you winced everytime your finger went over a cut as if you could feel his pain — it made Tangerine's heart warm. It made him feel gooey and mushy on the inside. 

You dabbed a cotton bud in the alcohol and before you dabbed it on his skin, you turned to look at him. Where his gaze that was once on you, quickly shifted to look at his hand. 

"This ones gunna sting a bit" You whispered, his gaze went to your face (again).

"Nothin' I can't handle" He shrugged. You went back his hand and dabbed the cotton bud on his wounds. The wound stung but all he could think about was you. 

How beautiful you looked. You hair that was once probably in a proper firm plait, now a loose one with strays all over. Some strays falling in front of your face. You mouth slightly open, breathing through it because of how much you were concentrating. 

You looked ethereal. 

You are ethereal. 

He admired the way you cared, the way your empathy ran through you like it was the main component of your blood. The way you smiled at him, the way you'd laugh at his jokes, the way you'd kiss him, the way your hair would feel when he ran his hand through his hair. 

He was obsessed and he was not afraid to admit it. 

He says he isn't afraid but is he really? 

All his past lovers were nothing but simple fucks. Nothing but a hook up. He had never stayed long enough to feel the way he feels with you. Initially he thought about leaving, but the thought of leaving you, you, of all people. 

Made him want to hang himself for ever thinking of such a thing. 

"Okay now, I just need to put the cream on" You said, more to yourself, but it broke him out of his thoughts. He felt a wave of confidence, a wave of invincibility crashing against his feeling of doubt. 

Now, Tangerine was a brave man, he could wrestle a bear and win if he wanted to. But to admit that he cared for someone as deeply as he cares about you? Now that could make him piss his pants. 

"Y/n" He said softly. It was now, or never. You stopped your actions —opening the tube of cream— and looked at him. 

"Hmm?" You hummed, telling him to continue, a strand of hair coming on front of your face. 

"I... uh" He started but coughed awkwardly. You furrowed your brows but smile nonetheless, urging him to continue. He saw the smile on his face and felt as if it gave him strenghth. 

"I love you" He said, he meant for it to be a bold declaration, but for some reason, it came out as a whisper. Your breath was caught in your throat. You felt as if you could jump in joy and do laps around the house. But you said nothing, letting out the breath that was stuck in your throat. 

You gave him a soft smile, your eyes saying all that needed to be said, and you turned back to his hand to continue. No one had ever said that they loved you. At least not while you were fully clothed. He knew that. 

That's what made your reaction so much better. He thought that you would push him away and never speak to him again, but it was quite the opposite. He didn't feel defeated when the answer he was faced with was silence. 

No, he felt like he was on cloud 9.

He knew about your past. About how your ex boyfriend had used you for your body and would emotionally abuse you for being the way that you are. Kind, caring, loving. 

He would only tell you that he loved you when you were naked and giving him your body — whether you wanted to or not. He only cared about himself. Not only did he use you for his own ego, he also used multiple other people, while dating you, hence, cheating on you. 

Tangerine knew how much it meant to you, to be fully clothed, and feel loved. He also knew that you needed time. So he would give you as long as you needed. He would wait until the world ended if that's how long you needed. 

What's great about it was that you knew. You knew he didn't want to rush you, he didn't mean it in any other way other than pure pragma —love not of lust, but of understanding

"Oh look at what I got the other day" You said excitedly after closing the tube and putting it back into the first aid kit, and picking something out of it. 

"Thomas the Tank Engine band-aids!" You gleamed and showed him the box of band-aids with pride. He let out a soft laugh; it seemed as if he could never escape Thomas. 

"They're very cute, love" He smiled at you and used one of his hands to push the strand of hair behind your ear.

Love. Love. Love.

Your heart warmed at the nickname. He had never called you love before. Doll, darling, beautiful, sweetheart — but never love. It felt right. Felt natural. 

"Thank you" You smiled as you took three band-aids out and peeled the sticker off them and placed them softly atop his wounds. 

"All done" You smiled, softly running your fingers over the band aids. You brought his hands up to your lips and kissed the bain-aids and the scratches one by one. He watched you, eyes full of nothing but adoration, and love. 

You may not have said it, but he knew for a fact: he had never felt so loved. 

fin.

a/n: can you guys tell i'm a med student? no? THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT. FUCK MODERN MEDICINE!! (i say this as i grab another paracetamol pill)

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marauders as things my friends and i have said

Sirius: I'm nonchalant as fuck

Remus: I'm going to push you down the stairs and you're going to let out the biggest scream

Sirius: No? I'm nonchalant, so I'm barely going to reac-

Remus: pushes him lightly

Sirius [letting a girly scream]: REMUS DON'T YOU DARE!

Remus [laughing]: Nonchalant my ass.

marauders as things my friends and i have said

Remus: And trust me, I love her to death, but sometimes I feel like-

Sirius [gasping]: WHY ARE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT HER?!

Remus: ...

Sirius: ...

Remus: ...

Sirius: tries to hold back a laugh

Remus: gets up to leave

Sirius [yelling and trying to grab onto Remus]: WAIT NO I NEED THE TEA, I'M SORRY!