#and any of you are more than welcome to ask if you want more or particular details or more on one thing i mentioned

[silent-stories]

𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: lying in bed with jj, you see the bruises on his stomach.

"You know that you snore?" You ask the boy lying in your bed, next to you, one arm under the pillow and the other thrown lazily around your waist.

That morning, it's hot in your room, but it's not the unbearable hot of the days that makes you want to rip off your skin and find a place with free air conditioning, but the heat that makes you want to stay in bed late before having a cold coffee and go for a walk by the sea with your favorite person.

The sun's rays filter through the open window and in the distance you can hear the ocean waves crashing against the reef.

A soft chuckle escapes JJ's parted lips as a pair of ocean-colored eyes meet yours. "Good morning to you too." His voice is husky but his tone is clearly amused, his hair messy.

It is indeed, a good day, when you wake up in your bed with him next to you but that would be too cheesy to say so early in the morning.

You can't help but smile and before you know it he has you pushed against him and his lips are on yours.

He always tastes like weed, alcohol and the sea.

As he wrap his arm around your waist, the sheet slides off his body, revealing his bare chest and your gaze falls on the bruises on his rib cage, like it did the night before. This time, however, you can't help but observe the dark blue and purple marks on his skin for more than a few seconds.

He looks at you for a moment after breaking the kiss, noticing what caught your attention and with a huff, he drops onto the bed next to you. The matress springs make a slight creak.

"Don't." He says.

"What?"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm fine." His eyes are fixed on the ceiling.

You slowly reach out, your fingertips grazing his stomach, delicately tracing the soft outlines of the bruises there.

"I fell, I-"

"Yeah. I know" You want to be mad because he persists in not opening up to you but the look into his eyes lost in the void stops you every time.

You both know you're lying and you both know the other is doing the same.

"You know you can stay here right? Whenever you want."

Your tone is soft as you ask that, turning towards him, resting your elbow on the mattress and settling your head on your hand, looking at his profile: the shape of his lips, the blue of his eyes in the sunlight streaming through the window, a few strands of blonde hair falling on his forehead.

"If... you have any kind of problem, you're welcome here. Any time of the day or night, Jay. You know that, right?"

You only realize you're still tracing imaginary patterns on his skin when you feel his fingers meet yours, his hand on his stomach to find yours and lace your fingers together.

When he finally turns his head towards you, there's a slight smile on his lips and it's not his usual sarcastic smirk or the grin he shows to John B when he is talking about Sarah or when he manages to escape from a cop. It's softer, more sincere.

"I know."

You stare into his clear eyes for a moment and decide to believe him.

You sigh, “okay.”

You don't know how much your offer means to him, you don't know that every other girl he's laid in bed with in the past never cared about a busted lip or a scratch on an arm unless it was ruining his pretty face.

You don't know that if he had been any other girl that morning he wouldn't have stayed in your bed but would have left before the sun even rose.

With you it was different. You cared. And for the first time, he cared too.

Your room wasn't like his house or even like the chateau. It was becoming his favorite place so quickly that it almost amazed him.

And you were becoming his favorite person, but that didn't surprise him that much.

It was getting impossible not to love the sound of your laughter and the way you could reassure him with a simple touch.

"Thank you." He whispers.

You smile and reach out to brush the blonde hair out of his eyes.

His hand was still holding yours.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction

[lymtw]

Thinking of a soft and slow, but heated make out session with Toji, where he's got you beneath him, brushing his lips against yours with the intention of not stopping until both his lips and yours feel raw.

One of his hands is on your waist, squeezing tenderly, while the other is in your panties, thick fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. You're humming little whimpers into your kisses, pushing at his chest every once in a while and breaking the ongoing kiss.

"What, ma?" Toji asks, his voice deepened with restrained lust. His eyes are so dark, you can barely see the green that naturally brightens them. "Why're you pushing me away, hm?" He asks, kissing the corner of your lips.

"Please... slow down," you say, breathily. "I don't want this to end so soon."

"Baby, that was slow," he says, with an amused grin on his face. "Was being gentle and barely moved my fingers."

You sigh, embarrassment coursing through you and showing itself in your face through a bright shade of red that smothers your cheeks.

"Come on," he says, softly, leaning in again to continue where things were left off. Toji's lips lock with yours, the gentle synchronization egging on the pleasure he draws from you. He wasn't lying when he said he was barely moving his fingers. He just knows you've always been a sensitive little thing for him, and because of that, he loves testing your sensitivity in moments like these. Moments where even just the kissing part would have you squirming, and his weight on your body makes you need him so bad that you feel filthy for letting your thoughts of the situation evolve into something sinful.

"Kiss me back, princess," he murmurs, noticing the way you're heavily slowing down, not fully reciprocating his kisses like before.

"W-Wait-" you gasp, slapping a hand on Toji's wrist. "I'm gonna-"

"Then cum, sweetheart. We can do it again and again if that's what you're stressing over."

"Mm-mm." You shake your head to emphasize your response. "The first one is always the strongest. Please, Toji. Pretty please, not yet," you beg.

Toji has a look of strange disbelief painted on his features. How could you not want this? It's been going on for the better part of half an hour, now. The edging must be driving you crazy.

You pull his hand out of your underwear and the other one off your waist, bringing them both up to your lips. "Please, baby..." you murmur into his palms, kissing them both repeatedly. "...not yet. Just a little longer." You change the position of your hands and hold his hands tight, bringing his knuckles up to your lips this time.

Toji clicks his tongue, making it clear that he's the one who's being impatient. He just wants to see and hear the side effects of your pleasure. You're teasing him with those little whimpers and gasps between kisses. The reason it's so hard to bear is because he's so used to you giving him what he wants, when he wants it. This is one of the rare times where you're trying to stand your ground against him. You always hope you have enough willpower to keep up your defense because Toji knows every way to sneak through it or tear it down. Your love for him is a severe disadvantage, and because of it, all it takes is a few words and it's as if your defense was made of flimsy paper.

"Alright, alright, little masochist. I'll slow down even more, for you."

You giggle at the nickname, welcoming Toji's weight on you again. He makes a brief detour and directs himself towards your ear to whisper some much needed information.

"I'm not going any slower than this, you understand?" He mutters, into your ear.

"But-"

"Princess," he says, cutting you off. "It's yes or no. Do you understand or not?" he asks, stomping all over your wants because for once his needs outshine them. You nod, silently, in response. "Good." He pecks your cheek, leaning back to look at you. You look... not all there, or at least not like you did just seconds ago. It's not what he wanted. He sighs, knowing what it's gonna have to come down to as he cups your cheeks in his warm hands. He knows there has to be a different approach. One that doesn't involve him making you feel like you were in the wrong for wanting him in a specific way.

"Wanna cum? For me, mama?"

There he went, tearing down your defenses like they're party streamers. For me. Those two simple words were all he needed. He knew exactly how to catch you in his trap. Redirection was key. If he made it seem like a favor to him, you would do it with zero hesitation. It's one of the many pros that came with you and your constant need for his praise... He just knew you too well. Well enough to know that it worked the second the twinkle in your eyes returned.

"I'll take it slow, just like you wanted," he promises. "but, you can't push me away. Even if I bring you to the edge with that same pace you begged for." He knows he'll bring you to orgasm even with the limited movement you allow him.

There was a beam of tranquility in your eyes, a twitch in the corners of your lips, where the key to unlock the two words you strived to hear as many times as you could in a day, rested. It was only a matter of seconds before you would give in. You were right there, centimeters away from his clutches.

"Mama..." he says, pushing for you to answer him while leaning towards your lips again. "Let me make you cum," he says against the corner of your lips, a devilish smirk on his face.

"Fuck- Fine, okay," you say, waving your imaginary white flag.

"Mhm... that's my good girl."

And there they were, those two words you forever longed to hear from Toji. If he wanted you to be on the edge again, he did a great job of getting you there without having to do much.

Toji centered his lips on yours again, starting out with that same slow rhythm, as to not rile you up so quickly. He incorporated his touch a couple minutes later, his hands returning to the previous positions they held on your body—one on your bare waist, the other slipped into your underwear. You jolted at the reintroduced stimulation his fingers offered your clit, a sharp gasp breaking the passionate kissing.

"Shh... It's okay, doll," he murmured, quickly directing your attention back to his lips. He was feeding off your breathy moans and whimpers. If he hadn't pressed you so hard before with the promise of pacing himself with you, he would have gone back on his word and quickly made you cum so that he could work you up to the next orgasm, already.

Truly, you were heaven in his ears, on his lips, and in his hands. Despite not looking at you, he knew the sight to be insane, as well.

Your hands went to the sheets, the material balling up messily in your fists as Toji brought you closer to your peak. You did your best to keep up with his lips, but nothing was as clear as the strokes being drawn between your legs.

By the four minute mark, you were a panting mess, shamelessly chasing more friction from his whole hand. That's where the hand he had resting on your waist came into play. It lowered down to your hip, immobilizing you enough to stop you from taking more than what he was offering until he gave you permission.

"Be good," he mutters, cutting through the soft sounds of your whimpers. He knew you were close. So, so close. Your moans were getting higher in pitch and you were trembling beneath him. He just kept rubbing his fingertips against your clit, over and over, bringing a lingering—echoing sensation throughout your entire cunt. You completely fell apart after a few more strokes, each more pressurized than the other until you snapped. You lost the ability to kiss Toji back when he used the entirety of his hand on you, cupping your cunt to draw out as much of your pleasure as he could. Your head was thrown back into the pillow, waterfalls of lewd moans and cries filling the room. "There you go, mama," he coos, allowing you some freedom to roll your hips against his hand. He presses quick kisses into your jaw and the column of your neck as your face is aimed towards the ceiling.

You surpassed the zenith of your pleasure and in time treaded towards more than you could handle. You nonverbally begged Toji to stop, wrapping your much smaller hands around his forearm. A couple whimpers and squeaks of overstimulation were required for him to slow down to a halt, even after your quivering thighs trapped his hand between them.

Your eyes fell shut and you sighed, contentedly. Toji observed your state of bliss, a shade of pink dusting lightly over his cheeks. You looked so pretty, lying there on the pillow for him. He can see you clearly, despite the curtains being shut to keep your little world safe inside. This allows nothing and no one to peek in, not even the moon and its guiding light. You're more brilliant than the moon, anyway. Much prettier, as well. It doesn't take a genius to establish this, especially when you look at Toji with all the stars in your eyes.

"Let's go again."

#toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fluff #jjk toji #jjk toji x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk scenarios #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fanfic #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic #jjk fanfic #jjk fushiguro #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fic #toji fanfic #dilf toji

[wuwapetal1s]

write anything abt geshu lin or calcharo im begging on my hands and knees ill give u my first born or a kidney whichever u want

I don't need any organs can I have a pair of knees maybe (ty for the request anon :3)

Love languages

content: sfw, rambling-ish format, not entirely proofread (it's midnight currently), swearing used, etc.

reqs open!

— Calcharo.

Calcharo is an ‘acts of service man’ through and through. To me, he doesn't seem the best at giving affection verbally though he thinks he's *very* good at it personally. As in, you will ask him for comfort or reassurance and he'll give it to you readily… But it will sound so stern coming from him.

“I feel uncomfortable with [such and such]..”

“I understand. I will rectify/fix that.”

Communication KING, though I imagine it can still feel very intimidating to bring stuff up to him. It will always be met with understanding, and he certainly would try his hardest to accommodate what language/tone you'd rather hear in those moments (autistic.)

Getting back to the original point, he will do just about anything for you. There's hardly any limits or rules to that fact. He will kill for you, he will fight for you, he will get in trouble with the law for you, etc etc. He'll also grab extra of your snacks the moment he's back in town and stops at the market before he goes to visit you.

Tired from a long day at work or studying? He'll clean up as quietly as he can while you sleep. You'll wake up to all the dishes done and your living space looks pretty much spotless.

He's the kind of man to learn how you organize things pretty easily, even if you're a very messy person. He's very clued in on anything that involves you (smitten, much?) and he's also just got a keen eye on him.

"Ugh, I can't find where I left my-”

“Bottom drawer of the nightstand.”

“Oh.. Thank you!”

He loves holding and kissing you as well, it's his favorite thing to be welcomed home to. Just the ability to sink into your arms is like heaven to him. Receiving, he probably likes physical touch a lot more, but he feels 100x more satisfied doing something for you to show he cares :).

— Genshu Lin.

Genshu Lin is a possessive man. It's subtle, but it's definitely there. Above all else, he adores you. He's a deeply devoted person when in a relationship, though I don't feel like he's had a lot of experience to pinpoint that exactly, but it's his nature. I believe he enjoys gifting you things he gets his hands on, trinkets or otherwise.

He mostly enjoys giving you things you can make use of or wear. He always gets a warmth in his chest when he sees you in the bracelet he got you (one that matches his that he keeps tucked away for safekeeping) or using pens he gave you after you kept losing your last ones. As long as it works, suits you, and it means a lot to you, he's snatching it up.

I also believe he's a sucker for stealing kisses in private. He may not seem it to anyone else, but he's a softie. Just for you though. Cooking something or simply sitting around? Funny how his lips just found their way to your cheek!

He's a bit more apprehensive about receiving it unless it's the time you two lay in bed together, then he'd let you rub his back or play with his hair. In return, he most enjoys quality time.

Even if it's something as mundane as running an errand or having to pick something up from the pharmacy he wants you there. He'd tell you “I don't need your presence, I just prefer it” if questioned, but he does need it. More than he knows or even lets on, he wants you and needs you there. He hates having to be away from you. It drives him up a wall almost. Like nearly insane.

After long hours working or even days/weeks of it he wants nothing more than to just lay with you and bathe in your presence as if it's a balm for his soul :’).

I love these men they're so fine

#calcharo #wuthering waves #kuro games #wuwa #wuwa calcharo #genshu lin #wuwa genshu lin #wuwa x reader #wuwa x you #wuthering waves x reader #wuthering waves x you #calcharo x reader #calcharo x you #genshu lin x reader #genshu lin x you #x reader #request

[swallowprettybird]

Simverse Magazine welcomes you 🎙️💌

Hello, everyone! I want to share with you an idea I have been working on for some time.

Some of you already know, some of you don't, but I'm coming to you with the intention of creating a kind of magazine about life in the sims - about life in the sims universe and your characters in it.

If you like to play gameplay, tell stories, or create art, or are interested in building, or make lookbooks, this is all about you!

More details below 👇

The magazine will be published in an electronic flipbook format at the end of each month.

To give you a better idea, I've highlighted a few sections:

Fancy look - all about fashion and style, about models and lookbooks. If you are a creator you can offer your cc, or if you like to make lookbooks you can make one for the magazine and I'll mentioned you!

You can also choose how the page with your lookbook will look like or I will do it for you)

examples

Frame code - something similar to the Fancy look, but in this case, cc does not matter - it is creativity and your characters or edits, or any visual experience that comes to the fore.

Maybe it's a portrait, or a rendering, or a game photo. Just send me a picture and I will publish it with you as the author.

examples

Life as it is - all about the life of your sims. If there are any events that happened in your game that you can tell us about, or if your original characters have their own hobbies or adventures, you can tell us about them! I think this can be done in the form of an article. But you can also share your suggestions and we will discuss them.

Time to talk - an interview format in which we will talk to your character and ask a few questions.

Chili pepper news - news about events in the community within the sim universe: challenges, quests, events, anything that unites more than one simmer and their sims. for example: bachelorette show!

It can also be significant events that relate to your game and your universe.

Sleepless town - it's all about rumors, about the game, about its lore and its locals. if you like to explore the game and know a few interesting things or play as the original inhabitants or make makeovers, then this is for you

Time machine - a section created specifically for past eras and simmers playing in decades. Includes all other sections in own way.

Focus - dedicated to real events and the movement associated with them. This is an opportunity to highlight interesting topics or tell about your culture in the form of a sims. Whether in the form of an article or a poster. example: pride month

Comfy space - everything about construction, interiors and lookbooks for build/buy objects.

This is the entire list for now. If you have any thoughts, questions, or suggestions, don't hesitate to ask me about it.

If you have something to share, or have questions or suggestions, please send me a direct message. You can also send a request to my inbox, but please don't hesitate, I'll be happy to see you!

Terms of Use

Please don't claim as your own. I realize that this is not an original idea to make a magazine about sims. But SIMVERSE is really something I work on with interest and love.

Previously @auroragoth has already published a similar magazine before, and we have the same idea of what it could look like.

Thank to her for supporting me! ❤️

DNI: racists, homofobs, terfs and other shit

Please, don't use perma paywalled cc. I want this to be available to every simmer.

#sims 4 #simblereen #ts4 #simblr #simverse #simverse magazine #oc: juliana angel

[livelaughlovesubs]

uh! hi, i saw in one of your tumblr posts that you decided to open up your ask box for requests soooo, being aroused excited to see this up, i got a request, an early birthday gift for myself (June 4th!)

so... temperature play with nikolai? can be with ice cubes, or hot wax (or both??) but i just really wanna have a scenario that includes that cause imho, i want to have our GN reader torture in more than just ass pegging (no offence tho, it's hot af)

you don't have to answer if you don't have a big idea of what to do or like. i misread that you had requests opened (i’m a bit dum), i'm just a big fan of yours, and i might actually ask more requests like this in the future, so be on the lookout! okay, thanks!

- 🃏

happy birthday darling, I hope it’s a joyful day for you - and welcome 🃏 anon :>

Dom!reader x sub!nikolai

Warning: Temperatur play, teasing

“All set.” You murmured, putting aside a lit candle and lighter. Both of it was on your drawer now, among a bowl full of ice cubes. The man who was spread on your bed, all tied up and restrained by a rope, observed your every movement with attendant eyes. His lips were curled into a repressed smile, as if he couldn’t hide his emotions very well. “Are you ready?” You asked him, your hand brushing over his bare body. Careful fingertips danced across his chest, increasingly going lower, until you grazed his soft thighs.

He squirmed ever so slightly as his smile widened into a grin. “Of course, I’m ways ready for you!” Nikolai replied, his tone so cheerful you couldn’t tell if he knew what was going to happen any moment, or if he was just a huge masochist. His eyes scanned the night table next to him, noticing the medicine you placed as preparation. “No need to be gentle with me, I can take it all.” He reminded you while tugging at his restrains. Nothing bulged, good.

“I didn’t plan on going easy on you.” You admitted, then put on some gloves, sliding them around your hand. “Just making sure I have your consent.” The white haired boy laughed, that irritating yet somehow charming laugh of his. After receiving your confirmation that you won’t play nice with him once again, he spoke, “hahahah!! Good, good! Then I have nothing to worry about!” Sometimes he got on your nerves, enough for you to want to shut that mouth of his in multiple ways.

This time though, all you did was sigh in response to his chaotic antics. From the corners of your eyes, you checked out the red candle, to see if it burned long enough. After all, you were going to need a lot wax for this session. “Not yet.” You whispered to yourself, which is why you reached out for the ice cubes. “Finally starting now?” Nikolai asked, and instead of entertaining his question, you shoved one of the ice cubes into his mouth. Then you snarked at him, “Enough, just stay quiet.” His face brightened and he tried to say something, but all that came out were muffled noises and slurps to keep the ice cube inside his mouth.

Without wasting any more time, you took one ice cube and pressed it against his inner thighs, trying out what kind of reaction he might make. “Mhmm- oh!” His muscled tensed and his bulge twitched in anticipation, but you still payed him no mind. Instead you pressed the ice onto his chest, before moving it across his pecs and rubbing it against his nipples. That yearned you a nice flinch from the male.

Crunch.

Nikolai ate the remaining piece of ice in his mouth, sticking his tongue out to prove that fact to you. “It was so cold~” He started yapping once again, causing you to furrow your brows at him. “Mhm.” You hummed as you reached for another cube, bringing it over to his other nipple. “Iiik..! Ah- cold.” He remarked, some drool was hanging out of his lips. This continued for a few minutes, were you’d rub it in circles around his sensitive parts, stimulating his nerves. Every time you did that, a low whimper would emerge from him. Until both of the objects in your hands melted away completely, you did not change to anything else. At that point, his skin has been irritated to the point of becoming red.

“Hnngh!! I think my nerves are numb there now.” The boy said, half joking half serious. Some sweat was collecting around his forehead. His back was arched off the bed so prettily and thighs clenched together. You ran your tongue over his chest, to lick off the water pooling around the area. Still cold. “Ah.. it feels good, your tongue- hm, it’s warm.” A quiet gasp escaped his throat as he looked at you with desire and lust. The feeling of your wet muscle drawing on his chest was amazing, he loved the difference in temperature.

Next thing you did was reach for the candle, and holding it above him. His breath stuck in his throat, you noticed his fists clench around the rope you used to bind him. Instead to dripping the hot wax onto his skin, just as he wanted, you grabbed another piece of ice and pressed it against his half erect dick. “AhhHHH..!! Hnnng, y/n!” Nikolai almost cried out, shocked by your sudden change of plans, a tint of red clouded his cheeks. His legs trashed around, and his sex bounced against his belly. Precum covered the tip completely, so a bit of it stuck to his tummy as well.

When Nikolai clenched his eyes shut to get used to the freezing feeling, you didn’t hesitate to finally drop the hot, melted wax onto his chest. It sizzled on his skin, burning him and causing a bruise. “Hu-hMHMm.?! AHH-, oHhHmmm!!” He immediately moaned out, whining and wincing in pain that has been converted into pleasure. Mouth agape as his entire body shuddered in ecstasy and bliss, you knew exactly how to rile him up.

“You like this?” You smirked, a sadistic expression replacing the rather nonchalant one from before. The way you seemed to enjoy his suffering caused him to become fully erect, how he adored that unsympathetic look you owned. “Ahh, yes!! More, hurt me more~” The boy arched his back to get closer to the candle, almost making the fire touch his now shivering skin. He subconsciously hold his breath in anticipation.

You quickly pulled the candle back, noting down his mimics. A little wax wouldn’t hurt no one, but a fire was too risky even for you. But this wasn’t enough, he was still enjoying it too much, you wanted him crying and mewing in desperation. Then you brought the burning heat over to his arching cock, dripping down the crimson wax and watching it decorate his swollen tip, which had the same colour as the candle. “uhHmm! Wait- it’s, uGhhH!!” He groaned, throwing his head back as much as he can as tears flowed down his cheeks.

It hurt, it hurt so damn bad, and how it did. At the same time his heart pounded like never before, and every fever of his body was aroused to no end. He could swear he saw stars. “So- so good..! It hurts so mhmm-much.” With such misleading words, you weren’t sure if he was complaining or encouraging you to continue. Though judging by how his useless little dick kept wagging around like the tail of a dog in heat, it seems he enjoyed it.

Once again you switched the item in your hand and grabbed the cold object from the half filled bow, pressing it against his abused member. “No-noO!! Ah, it-HnnGhh, hurttsss.?!!” The sudden change in temperature caused him to squirm around uncontrollably, trashing and wriggling his hips as if he’s putting on a show for you. More precum leaked from his slit, flowing down his shaft and dirtying the mattress.

What a work of art he was, all ruined, hurt and helpless like this. To think it was your hands that made him like this, that created this masterpiece. Nikolai was drooling, melting and crying like a whore. Many rosy marks covered his tattered body, and the wax of the candle dried around his dick. Water mixed with his body fluids, dripping down in a perverted and erotic way. His eyes look like he’s about to pass out, rolled to the back of his skull and pupils all blurry. Not to mention how his cheeks flushed in a dark colour or how his hair was messy and spread everywhere. His lashes were clumped together due to the shining tears, all while quiet sobs slipped from his mouth.

You caressed his face gently, brushing away one tear with your finger before licking it off. Then you peeled off some of the wax from his tip, and he immediately shouted again. When he saw you staring at him, he grinned back at you. That made you chuckle, rubbing his tummy before bringing the burning candle over his body again. “Don’t pass out now, I’m still not done with you.” Of course he won’t pass out, only when his master wants him too. His only response was him biting his bottom lip, bending his body like some common slut as cum shoot out of his disgusting sex.

#sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dogs #sub nikolai #bungo stray dogs nikolai #nikolai bungou stray dogs #nikolai bsd #nikolai gogol bsd #nikolai fanart #nikolai smut #nikolai x reader #bsd nikolai #nikolai gogol #nikolai x you #nikolai x y/n #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol x you #🃏 anon

[milliesfishes]

But Daddy, I Love Him!

[fem reader] contains: forced distance, angst, kidnapping, family betrayal, murder, death, gunfights, pregnancy, violence, miscarriage. summary: your daddy's sending you away, and billy isn't having any of it. pairing: billy the kid x fem reader author’s note: heyy! this one gets a little dark so be warned. love you <3 Pinterest Board

It was a character staple that you never cried.

Your demeanor was sweeter than sugar, so darling that Billy couldn't ever see himself doing anything but adoring you. Truly, he wasn't the only one who found it impossible. You had an easy smile that you used often. Truthfully it was that that'd drawn him to you at first. That smile, that laugh.

He hadn't known anything about you when he first saw you across the square, pretty and carefree, in a blue dress the color of the sky. But he heard your name on everyone's lips afterward. The sweetest girl in town.

Billy wanted you before he even knew you.

A buddy of his informed him that you were the daughter of one of the richest men in town. A man famous for his dislike of outlaws. This had dismayed Billy a little but hadn't altogether stopped him from pursuing you.

He'd sidled up to you in a respectful way one day in the market, tipping his hat and introducing himself. You must've known who he was already, but you didn't show it, smiling sweetly and leaning against the stall you were at, engaging him in conversation that had his head spinning in the best way.

Of course he'd asked to see you again. You'd tilted your head, thinking about it, and Billy held his breath, thinking you'd say no. A good girl like you likely wouldn't want to disobey your father.

So it shocked him when you said yes. And you kept saying yes after that, for months until he woke up and found he'd known you a year, and you'd been his sweetheart for just a little under one.

Billy'd never had a girl before, not steady and constant like this. His trysts with women had often been short lived, mere imaginings almost that had no hope of lasting. But he'd known you were special from the second he saw you. He didn't want a few weeks worth of kisses, he wanted to love you.

And love you he did.

More than love, he cherished you. Every stolen second he had you in his arms he imprinted, something to recall when he had to leave.

He'd been surprised to find you were untouched; not even your lips had been caressed by another man's. You willingly gave yourself to him, gave him every one of your firsts, then every second and third after that. Billy committed your being to memory, every new piece of knowledge he gained about you shelved at the forefront of his mind. He was a man utterly obsessed.

You were the center of Billy's world, a once in a lifetime girl he always wanted to protect.

Which is why when he found you crying on your porch one night, his reaction was immediate.

Billy reached for you, arms instantly open and ready to fix it, whatever it was. You welcomed the comfort, leaning into his chest, your body shaking. Tears fell like rain down your cheeks, and he marveled at the sight. He'd never seen you cry before.

"Baby...ohh baby, whatsa matter? What happened, huh?" he asked, keeping his voice down. It was late, and your father would have gone to sleep by now, but he didn't want to risk waking him. He knew from all the other times you'd met him out here.

You didn't respond, your cries soft but intense, making him worry. Taking your hand between your chests, Billy held it to his beating heart, taking purposefully deep breaths so his chest moved up and down. He used his other hand to hold you tight against him, so your body could feel it. "Deep breaths f'me baby. Gotta stay calm. Don't want you to collapse on me, hm?"

Feeling his body so close against yours, you tried to match his pace, your tears and shaking making it hard at first, but slowly you eased into it. He nodded encouragingly and squeezed your hand. "That's it...that's it, atta girl...that's m'girl."

Your arms found their way around him, holding him tightly as your breathing slowed, becoming less hysterical. He held you in a protective stance, still holding the hand between you, the other hand at the back of your hair, holding your head to his shoulder. Naturally, his body moved, rocking you back and forth. "I gotcha. Ya don't needa fold yourself up anymore. I gotcha."

Billy's words were soothing, just what you needed to hear. If you could keep yourself here in this bubble forever, you would. When he noticed you'd calmed down a bit, he lifted your chin. "Y'know you can always tell me anything, pretty? Anything at all?"

You looked into his eyes, the events of the day echoing their sorrows into your face. It was bubbling inside you- the overwhelming cacophony of secrets.

He could see it; you knew he could. "'S okay baby. You can tell me."

Your lower lip trembled, and his heart broke at the sight of you. His hands were on your cheeks, and he kissed your forehead. "Baby...lemme help you. Let me fix this."

"You can't fix this," you breathed, shaking as your tears fell fast.

"What's goin' on?" Billy held you between his hands firmly. You knew he wouldn't let go until you gave him something.

And you didn't want to tell him the full truth.

So, you took in a shuddering breath, and said, "My...my father's sending me away."

Billy's body froze, his brow furrowing. He looked at you in disbelief. "Sendin' ya...where's he sendin' you to?"

"To a convent up north," you whispered, twin tears sliding down your cheeks, hitting his hands.

He exhaled sharply, feeling like his world was falling apart. "When?"

"Tomorrow." Your voice was small.

"Tomorrow," he repeated, nodding slowly as he took it in. Billy cast his eyes to the side as he thought quickly. "Mkay...mkay." Then, he rubbed his thumbs along your cheeks. "Pretty? Baby? Look at me."

You did as he asked, your eyes full of fear. He'd never seen you this scared, and it pushed him into action.

Billy gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead, then pulled you into his chest, holding the back of your head with one hand and the other around your waist. "Here's what we're gonna do, baby," he muttered. "I'm gonna go talk to your daddy...tell him we're gonna be wed soon."

Your head snapped up, but he pushed it back down. "Alright? Maybe he won't send ya off. But if he still does I'm gonna take ya. We'll ride off, just you and me."

Shaking your head, your eyes filled with tears again. "Billy...Billy no..."

He silenced you by kissing your head. "'M not lettin' him send my baby off to a convent. Either you're comin' with me or I'm askin' him to marry you. Ain't lettin' you go for nothin'."

You pressed your hand against his chest, getting him to look down at you. "Billy. I can't run from this, I can't..." you took in another shaky breath. "I have to go."

Billy's eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head. "Go, pretty? I just told you, I ain't lettin' ya go." He smoothed his hand over your hair. "You're my girl, ain'tcha? Ain't just any girl to me, pretty, you're my sweetheart. You trust me, don'tcha?"

You nodded. "I do. I trust you more than anyone. But..." you sniffled, looking away again. "I have to Billy. There's- I just have to."

He knew arguing with you would go nowhere, not when you were this determined. So he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Fine then. If your daddy won't let us wed, I'll follow you to that convent."

"Billy...Billy- no!" you pleaded, your voice high and scared. You tugged on his shirt. "Please...I don't want him to do something to you. I don't...I can't have you hurt because of me."

"He ain't gonna hurt me honey," Billy frowned, his hand coming to yours on his shirt.

"I know you could beat him physically," you begged, trying to make him see reason. "But my daddy's got connections for miles. He could hurt you real bad, make sure you can't find work, run you outta town. I can't have that happen to you. Please."

Billy's shoulder slumped defeatedly as he saw how anxious you were. "Pretty..." he pleaded, scrambling for a way. "We're in love, ain't we? Ya can't ask me to sit back and let ya be shipped away."

"I love you," you breathed, taking his face in your hands. "Do you know how badly I want to run off with you? Ride into the sunset, safe in your arms forever?"

"I'd marry you tomorrow, pretty," he murmured, his hand coming to your cheek, the other falling from around your waist.

You smiled in a sad way. "I know you would. But...I can't."

"Why not?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, the shadow from his hat covering his eyes. "Why do ya hafta go away?"

"I have to," you whispered, a fresh bout of tears streaming down your face. "Please Billy, just believe me-"

There was a loud noise from inside, and you jumped, looking back. Knowing this was your last chance, you turned to him and pulled his face down for a brief, but passionate kiss, your lips finding him in desperate need.

And before he could react, you were gone, running inside the house.

Billy just stood there in stunned silence for who knows how long, long after watching you retreat inside. Every fiber of his being protested. This can't be the end. No.

When it came to the people he loved, he was a fighter. And he'd be damned if he lost you this way.

He backed up to see your window, on the second floor. There was a light emanating from inside, and the sight of it lit a spark in him. without thinking too hard, Billy made his way to the sturdy tree conveniently growing right where he needed it. This wasn't the first time he'd climbed up to your room. In his mind you were a princess sequestered away in your tower, and he was your knight who'd do anything to get to you.

That was how he viewed himself when he reached the porch roof, discreetly crawling to the window and peering inside. You had been sitting on the floor inside, kneeling in front of a very small case with some of your littler belongings scattered around it. When he knocked, you turned your head, eyes widening in surprise.

You unlatched the window, and he carefully climbed inside, shutting it behind him. When he turned around, you were staring at him in disbelief. "Billy, what're you doing-"

"I ain't lettin' ya go doll," he whispered, his hands bracketing your face.

"You have to," you breathed, your hands coming to his wrists. "There aren't any other options."

"I toldja...we can leave. Right now," he said in harried tones. "We'll get married sweet. We'll be happy."

"Billy please," you closed your eyes, wishing for that fantasy. "Please don't."

He was taken aback by everything about the way you'd said it. Billy could see- you weren't going to budge. And as much as it broke his heart, he really didn't have a choice. No choice but to go along with it.

"Baby..." he shut his eyes, feeling like the ground was swept from under him.

You sniffled, feeling tears come over you again. "I'm so sorry Billy."

"No..." he shook his head, kissing your forehead. "Ain't no fault of yours."

"I don't want to leave you," you clung to him as if you could weld him to you. "But I have to...there's- I just have to."

Billy wanted to press you, make you tell him why, exactly, you had to leave him when you so clearly didn't want to. But he knew it would get him nowhere, no matter how his heart tugged at him to find out.

So, he led you to the bed, settling you between his legs so you could lie down on him. Billy rubbed your back lightly, his fingers a soothing balm to whatever was weighing on your mind.

Finally, you were quiet, your head resting on his chest. He made no attempt to move you once he realized you weren't crying anymore- he'd be your pillow anytime. Especially when you were in such distress.

And so, you laid there. Knowing it was the last time, but neither of you daring to say it.

"Billy?" you broke the silence, body limply molded against his.

"Mhm?" he kissed the top of your head, looking down at you.

"Will you tell me what it would have been like?" you asked softly, staring at the wall from where you were lying against him. "If we ran away?"

He sighed sadly; eyes weary. "Honey-"

"Please?" you lifted your head to look at him. "Give me something to dream about? While I'm gone?"

You were asking like it was a bedtime story, and he couldn't help his smile at that. How could he ever deny you anything? "Hmm," he thought for a moment, adjusting you in his arms gently. Billy could picture it all- waking up next to you every morning, working hard for you during the day and kissing you goodnight all cozy in your shared bed. "We'd go real far away, baby. No one would know us. Just you 'n me, all alone."

"Mhm?" you murmured, encouraging him to keep going.

"Yeah," he nodded, imagining it. "I'd treat ya real good angel. We'd get married right away...get a little piece 'f land somewhere 'n be happy there. It's you 'n me." He lifted your hand, kissing your palm. "You 'n me. Always."

The thought of it brought tears to your eyes, and you stayed perfectly still against his chest, seeing it all in your mind. How you wished you could stay. You'd never wanted anything more.

He rolled you over, so you were on your back, him hovering over you. Seeing the tears on your cheeks, he leaned down and kissed your nose. "Baby..." he kissed you there again. "Please. Please stay with me."

Your heart was broken, shattered, torn. Tears fell freely as he peppered soft, sweet kisses on your face. "I need ya..." a kiss on your cheek. "Need my baby." He kissed your other cheek. "Don't go." This last whisper was broken, more desperate than all the others.

"I love you," you breathed, your hands cupping his cheeks. "You're going to be just fine without me." You willed the words to be true.

Billy shook his head. "You're m' whole world." He laid to the side of you, and you turned to face him. "Won't be a day where I don't miss ya...please baby."

You pulled him so he was resting his face against your chest, close to your breasts. "No. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna..." you inhaled softly. "You're gonna meet some sweet girl in town and forget all about me."

He buried his face in your chest. "No." His words were muffled against you. "You're the sun 'n stars sweetheart. The thought of anyone takin' your place kills me."

You kissed the top of his head, hand stroking his hair. His hands dug into your hips, and he breathed deeply, inhaling your scent, like he was trying to imprint you on him.

Soon enough, he was asleep against you. He didn't move once during the night, his face staying against your chest.

When the sun started to rise, shining through your window, you shook lightly at him, trying to get him off. "Billy. You have to go before they see you."

He shook his head against your breast, his words blurred by you. "'M not goin' anywhere, baby." His lips pressed against you there. "'N you ain't goin' anywhere either."

You shook your head. "They're coming for me. I can't let my daddy see you."

"Then I'll go with you baby," he lifted his head and looked at you pleadingly. You nearly melted: his eyes were like a little boy's, the bright blue big and boring into yours. "Let's just go pretty...we can go anywhere. Anywhere ya want."

"Billy please," you murmured, taking his face in your hands. You kissed one cheek, then the other, then his nose.

"Let's just run away. Please," he begged, pressing his temple against your hand. "We'll go anywhere. Somewhere they'll never find us. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you."

"You're already good for me," you affirmed in a bittersweet way. "I can't run away from this."

"Don't care," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. "It's you 'n me baby. I'll do anything for ya." Billy's fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you into a soft kiss.

You let yourself kiss him back for a moment, then got up, putting your dress on. "I want you to stay here and work and do everything you want to do."

"I don't care about anything else," Billy insisted, getting up and wrapping his arms around you from behind. "I want you."

You brushed away the pang in your chest and stepped away from him, kneeling at your case that you'd abandoned last night in favor of his love. There were a few things you were putting inside carefully, ignoring the weight in your heart as you did.

He sat quietly beside you, watching you. There were no questions asked, nothing else to say about it.

When the box was shut, what little you were taking packed away, you took in a deep breath, staring at it. You had one of your ribbons in your hands, twisting it between your fingers.

Billy felt helpless. It was like holding onto running water. You were leaving, nearly insistent on it despite every protest and promise he put before you. Looking at you, remembering everything you'd had, he knew you were the love of his life. He didn't know how he could ever love anyone else, not in the same way or more.

Your leaving was inevitable. But he could comfort you now. He could show you he loved you, and that it wouldn't ever stop.

So, he reached out, lowering your hands. "Everything will be okay, baby."

He kissed your cheek, then reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a little gold ring looped on a strand of twine. Untying it, he picked up your hand and slid it on your finger.

Instantly recognizing it, you shook your head. "That's your mama's wedding ring. I can't take it from you...you shouldn't-"

Billy tilted your chin up, kissing you softly. His fingers intertwined with yours. "I want you to have it, sweetheart," he said gently. "My mama always told me that this ring was a symbol of love 'n protection. She'd wear it every day to keep us safe." He pressed another kiss to her lips, adding quietly, "It suits ya too, pretty."

You looked down at it, noticing how perfectly it fit around your finger. The fact made you smile sadly. "You're gonna meet another girl you'll want to give this to."

He shook his head firmly. "I don't want anyone else to have it." Billy squeezed your hand and lifted it to his lips. "I want you to have it and keep it safe. So you'll always know how much I love you."

For the millionth time, a tear made its way down your cheek. You threw yourself into his arms, memorizing how the plane of his body felt against you.

Billy held you close, and you knew if you asked him so, he wouldn't let go. But you knew you had to, so you leaned back, looking at him. The ribbon was being twisted over your fingers again anxiously.

He glanced down at your hands again, taking them and untwisting the ribbon, taking it from you. "It's okay baby." he said softly, his voice soothing.

You nodded, leaning against him for a moment. He was the eye of your storm.

There was a sudden noise, and voices downstairs. You sat up, looking at the door. They were here.

Standing up, you took your case, holding it by the top handle. He watched you, every inch of his being screaming to grab you and never let you go.

But he couldn't.

Instead, he took his face in your hands, kissing you softly. "I love ya. Never forget it."

"I could never," you breathed, pressing your forehead against his. Then, with one final look, you whispered, "I love you."

And then you were gone, shutting the door behind you, leaving him standing in your room with your ribbon in his hand.

Of course, Billy wasn't going to let you leave just like that.

He'd played along with you for the sake of your distress, but in truth, his mind had been running all night, trying to make something of a plan.

There weren't many options, truth be told. Evidently, he couldn't go to your father, and he couldn't run away with you, at least not yet.

So, after you'd been escorted out by a woman in a black dress, and your father left for town, he snuck from your bedroom window to his horse, whom he'd left grazing in a nearby grove. He rode to town himself with one objective in mind. There weren't many convents close to the county, and he assumed your father wouldn't send you terribly far away.

He asked around town about convents near here, trying to stay discreet. Luckily, nobody seemed to think anything of it, and he got information on one about a day's ride away.

Hoping and praying that it was the right one and that your father hadn't sent you to one several states away, he started to ride in that direction.

It was a long journey. All day as the sun beat down on him, all he could think of was you, and whether you were okay or not. Were you scared? Unsafe?

A million thoughts raced the track of his mind and looped back again. There was no guarantee that you would even come with him. You seemed to be trapped in a stubborn spot. He still didn't understand at all why you had insisted on going. Why you had chosen the convent over marrying him. Why despite choosing the convent over marrying him, you'd still cried over leaving him.

Hopefully he'd get his answers when he saw you.

The convent was in wooded area, hidden in the trees. Due to this fact, he was able to discreetly sneak close, leaving his horse tied to a tree in order to make his way closer on foot.

A stone wall that wasn't terribly high surrounded the convent, and Billy used a nearby tree to climb over, hoping there wasn't anybody on the other side. He realized then that he had no idea where you were located within the large building. Nobody seemed to be outside, so he quietly wandered, looking for any sign of you.

Someone must have been smiling on Billy that day, because he caught sight of an open window, and a woman sitting on a bed, and oh...he'd recognize that silhouette anywhere.

Softly, he snuck closer, realizing there was someone in there with you. An older woman standing in front of you, holding a piece of paper. "...admitted for pre-marital conception, is that right?"

Billy's blood ran cold. Pre-marital-

You nodded solemnly, looking at your hands in your lap. You were wearing a light blue dress, and you looked paler, sadder than he'd seen last.

His heart clenched as the woman took one of your hands, with a gentle smile on her face. "It's okay sweetheart. You're in the right place. And we'll make sure the baby finds a good home."

Breath caught in his throat, Billy's eyes went wide, and he felt time stand still. He looked to you, at your worn appearance and tired demeanor. A few details clicked into place.

The woman left your room, and you leaned forward, burying your face in your hands. He stared at you silently, his heart in his throat. Time was frozen, nothing mattered anymore.

This was why you'd been sent away.

Billy felt a surge of adrenaline, of ferocious protectiveness wash over him, and he stood up straight, hoisting himself over your windowsill.

You jumped; eyes wide as you realized who it was. "Billy-"

He didn't say a word, just rushed to you, gathering you into his arms and hugging you tight.

Hesitantly, as if you were unsure if this was real, you hugged him back. For a moment, Billy didn't care about any of it. He was just happy to have you in his arms.

"Billy what are you doing here?" you breathed, sounding relieved and confused all at the same time.

"Ya really thought I was leavin' ya baby?" he asked quietly, rubbing your back. "Ain't no chance. I'd crawl from my grave to come find ya."

"You shouldn't be here," you said softly, pulling back to look up at him. "It's not safe."

"Shh," he soothed, kissing the top of your head and nudging his nose into your hair. Oh, how he'd missed that sweet scent.

Stepping back from his arms a bit, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. "Billy."

He shook his head, putting one big hand over your tummy, rubbing it softly. "Not leavin'. Never again."

You paled, your heart sinking. "How did you-"

"Heard that woman talkin' outside the window," Billy explained calmly, his eyes not leaving yours. "Baby..." he took your face in his hands. "Why didn't ya tell me?"

Biting your lip, you looked like you were about to cry. "Billy..."

He recognized the situation, sitting down on the bed and bringing you to sit with him. Knowing you'd need a lot of love to get through this, he pulled you to rest between his arms, head on his chest.

"I was going to tell you," you started, voice a helpless whisper. "I found out a week before I was sent away. But I didn't tell you right away because I wasn't sure how."

Billy nodded, fingers trailing lightly up and down your back.

You continued. "I had gone to the doctor, and he told my father. I wasn't discreet enough. I just wanted to know for sure before I told you." You still seemed upset at this mistake. "And I guess my father wrote to have me sent here the same day. He didn't tell me I was leaving until that night on the porch."

His face fell. "You had to carry this all this time by yourself? Baby..." he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You coulda told me all this." Billy's eyes fell to your stomach, for the first time noticing the slight gentle protrusion of it. That was his baby. His child you were carrying. His gaze was affectionate as he looked from you to your belly, filled with wonder.

A defeated look crossed your face. "I just..." Your eyes filled with tears. "I was so scared. And I figured...it would be better if I went away and had the baby and you'd be free of us. We wouldn't be a burden."

At your words, he squeezed you tight against him, shaking his head. His heart ached at your words, at the thought that you thought such a thing. "You 'nd my child could never be a burden." He kissed your hair again. "Don't you ever think that again. Never think I don't want you. Never think I'd be better without you. Cause it ain't true. Not one bit."

You looked up at him, the unexpected confession softening you and easing your mind. Sniffling, you looked down at your belly, hand ghosting over it.

He noticed how thin you were at that moment. Too thin if you were pregnant. "You been eatin' at all sweetheart?"

"It's been hard," you confessed, still leaning into him. He was rocking you back and forth gently, trying to keep you calm.

"Gotta keep eatin," he murmured against your hair. "Gotta keep my little one healthy."

"Which of us is your little one?" you asked, smiling up at him a little.

That got him. There you were. His sweet girl. "Both o' ya," he mumbled, holding you close. "When we go home we're gonna get ya somethin' real good to eat. Plenty've good stuff for you 'nd the baby."

You looked up at him, tilting your head a smidge. "Home?"

"I'm takin' ya home baby," he muttered, still rocking you lightly.

"You can't Billy, I have to stay here," you said earnestly, your hand coming to his over your belly. "If my father finds out-"

"He'll have to deal with it," Billy concluded, rubbing your stomach. "I'm not losin' my girl."

"We can't just run away," you sighed, shaking your head, a thousand possibilities running through it. "We don't have anywhere to go, any money-"

"I've got money saved up," Billy assured, and you looked up at him, furrowing your brow in confusion. He smiled fondly. "Knew I wanted to marry ya from the first time I met ya. 'Course I started savin'."

The sentiment warmed you from the inside out. You felt a little better hearing that, but your worries still plagued you. "Where would we go?"

"Anywhere," he smiled, squeezing your hands. "We'd have to ride back into town for a day or so, so I could get things settled with Tunstall 'n all. But after that we're free."

You looked concerned. "But...you love working for Tunstall. And the Regulators. You shouldn't give that up..."

Billy met your gaze with soft but determined eyes. He brought his hand to your cheek stroking it. "The Regulators're my friends, and Tunstall's a real good man but..." he looked down at your belly again. "You're more important. You 'n our baby. I wanna make a life for us somewhere. One where we can be happy together." He leaned in and kissed you lightly. "'nd I know we can't do that with you so scared o' what your daddy's gonna do."

"We could make it work," you tried, despite knowing he was right.

"It ain't just that," Billy said firmly, but gently. "The life I live, the life of an outlaw. It ain't safe. I can't put you 'n the baby in danger. You are my priority. Always have been, but more than ever now."

The feeling of having him care so deeply about you was invigorating. You'd known he loved you, but this. He was doing this for you. For you and the baby. You threw your arms around him, happy tears spilling from your eyes.

Billy smiled, holding you against him. "We'll settle down proper. That's my choice. It ain't givin' anything up when it's for you. It's you 'n me. Always."

Pulling back, you pressed your lips against his in a long, sweet kiss that he returned in full. Billy was a lover to his core, and you thanked your lucky stars you found such a gentle man in the shell of such a hardened outlaw.

He helped you out the window, likely more gently than he would have had you not had his baby encased in your belly. You were holding your little case that you hadn't even unpacked since arriving.

Giddy and nearly drunk off your excitement, you ran hand in hand from the window. He lifted you to sit on the wall surrounding the convent, hoisted himself over it, then grabbed you around the waist to help you down. And then you were off.

He held your hand, and you whispered excitedly to him, feeling absolutely nothing but pure bliss. He was yours. And he was running away with you.

When you made it to his horse, he helped you up, sitting behind you on the saddle. You held your little case between your legs, and he kept one arm wrapped around you as he steered the horse away, back in the direction of town.

You had to stop and sleep at one point, and he put his jacket around you, lying down behind you on the soft grass and cuddling you into his chest so you'd be warm. You slept facing each other all night long, his arms tightly shielding you.

When the two of you reached town, you were immediately on edge, worried to death about seeing your father. But he reassured you it would be alright. It wouldn't be long that he'd have to speak with Tunstall.

Billy left you at the general store, with a list of a few things to collect for the journey. You began to work your way down it, growing less paranoid as you shopped.

Finishing quickly, hoping Billy was done too, you gathered your things in a bag and walked outside, heading to his horse.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone duck into an alleyway by the store. Could that have been Billy? Maybe he was in trouble.

You made your way over to the darkened corridor between buildings, peeking around the corner. Was it him? Approaching carefully, you called, "Billy?"

As you got closer, you could see that it wasn't him. Your eyes widned, and you backed up slowly, but the man spun around, grabbing you around the waist and pressing a gun to your side.

"Don't scream," the man breathed, his breath hot against your ear.

You were frozen, dropping your bag and holding your hands up. Breathing shakily, you whispered, "What do you want with me?"

"We're gonna go for a little ride, sweetheart," the man said, and your heart rate sped up exponentially. Nononononono.

"Don't do this," you breathed, trembling. "Please. Just let me go."

"I'm under higher orders," the man said harshly, tugging on your arm. "Come with me, or I'll be forced to blow your pretty brains out."

Your feet acted of their own accord, moving you along with him. He led you out the other side of the alleyway, lifting you onto a black horse. Swinging his leg over the other side, he looked behind him at you. "Hold on tight. It's gonna be a fast ride."

Wrapping your arms around him and hanging on for dear life, you prayed silently, silent tears streaming down your face.

Billy, please find me.

Concluding his business had been surprisingly easy.

Billy had known Tunstall was a good man, but when he'd told him the situation, he was further impressed by him. The Brit had thanked him profusely for all he'd done and told him to come back anytime he needed.

He'd left in good spirits (and with some spirits in him). Meandering over to the general store, he poked his head inside, confused when you weren't there. When he looked over at his horse, he didn't see you beside him either.

Perplexed, he wandered down the street, stopping at an empty space between two buildings. There was a bag that looked like it'd been dropped in a hurry. When he picked it up and looked inside, he saw a group of items that looked a lot like what he'd told you to collect at the store.

Panic shot through him, and he ran out into the street, looking around for any possible sign of you. His mind immediately jumped to the worst, and he tried to take deep breaths. Whatever the situation was, being panicked wasn't going to help anything.

He saw Charlie, one of the men he'd worked with, rushing toward him, and he grasped to that lifeline, grabbing him on the shoulders. "Have you seen my girl anywhere 'round here?"

Charlie's eyes were wide. "That's what I need to tell ya. Billy..."

His heart pounded like a hammer against his chest. "What? What is it?"

"Someone took her," Charlie grabbed his arms. "Some man on a black horse. Forced 'er onto it and rode away. Someone saw through their window."

All the blood drained from Billy's face. Kidnapped? He shook his head, gripping Charlie. "Where? Where'd they take her?"

"Looks like they were headin' up north," Charlie explained, pulling on his arm. "Toward that one hideout in the mountains. Reckon it's that gang that got ahold of 'er."

Billy nodded, relieved there was at least some idea of where you were. He gritted his teeth. "I needa go get her."

"Me 'n the rest of the men'll come with ya," Charlie assured, clapping him on the back and half running away. "You'll need backup!"

Watching as Charlie ran, Billy stumbled to his horse, shoving the bag of supplies in a saddlebag and hoisting himself up. He had never been more frightened in his life. Not only had you been taken, but it was you and your unborn child. His protective habits were working overtime, pumping his body with adrenaline.

Meeting the boys at the edge of town, they began to ride swiftly. He hadn't even ridden this fast to get to the convent. At least there he knew you were safe. Here, he had no idea if you were hurt, or drugged, or...

Billy forced himself to keep that last thought at bay.

They reached the spot in the mountains, and Billy was off his horse before it was fully stopped, running at the spot he was sure you were being held. It was nearly sunset.

There was a place in the ground with a metal covering. He kicked at it, hearing the hollow sound and then kicking it open. His men were right behind him as he climbed down the ladder, jumping to the ground.

He was trod carefully, warily keeping an eye out, his gun drawn. The corridors were dark. These men could be hiding anywhere. After walking for a bit, he spotted you, arms and legs tied together, thrown against the wall.

There was blood soaking the skirt of your dress.

Time was slow. His senses were blurred. Billy didn't drop his gun, but collapsed in front of you, his hands coming to your arms and looking over you, feeling dazed.

"Baby..." he breathed, unsure where to touch you. "Where are you hurt?"

You looked up at him, eyes broken. The defeated look, the hopelessness in your face shattered his heart. "Don't...don't...you shouldn't have come..."

He furrowed his brow, shaking his head. "What're you talkin' about...baby..."

"Drop your weapon."

The voice from behind him sounded familiar. He could hear gunshots outside, and he knew his men must be embroiled in a hell of a fight.

Slowly, Billy dropped his gun and turned, viewing the face of your captor. It seemed every time he thought he'd gotten over his shock, something new knocked him back into it.

Your father stood with his gun drawn, pointing it directly at Billy's head. You whimpered, trying to move toward him, but couldn't, your restraints holding you back.

"Kinda man are ya, holdin' your daughter hostage?" Billy spat, looking your father right in the eye.

The man scoffed. "All business, Kid. Ain't nobody exempt from it. She's fine."

"She's covered in blood," Billy shot back, his hands still in the air. "The hell have you let your men do to her?"

"Ain't nothin' my men did," your father's voice was cold. "If anything it's your fault. Damn bastard you put inside 'er."

Billy's blood went cold. His hands were shaking with the urge to pummel your father to the ground, but he didn't want to make you see that. "What does that mean?"

"Had the camp doctor take a look at 'er, but there ain't much he could do," his voice was like ice. "Reckon the blood on her dress is all that's left of it."

His heart plummeted to his stomach. No. He risked a look over at you, at your exhausted, haggard appearance. Tearing his eyes away, he resolved to deal with your safety first, then comfort.

Your father laughed cruelly. "You couldn'ta left her in that convent, could ya? Let us catch ya the easy way. But no, you had to make me kidnap my own kin and hold her here to wait for ya."

Billy was seething now. Everything he was saying stuck another pin in his heart. Everything about the situation was so far beyond horrible that he couldn't wrap his mind around it. "What d'ya want with me?"

"Want you to get outta town," your father demanded, still holding the gun firmly. "Take you and your good-for-nothin' crew out. Murphy's orders."

He should have known your father was a part of the Circle here in town. All the rich folk were. But to be involved to this level, to the point of hurting his own child to get what he wanted out of the organization, that was the cherry on top. He just had to bring you into this, the sweetest, most innocent thing he'd ever known.

"Ain't no way I'm leavin'," Billy growled. "'Specially when I know how far you'd go doin' evil. Hurtin' a woman, hurtin' your child."

"What's it to you?" your father glared. "You clearly got a good fuck outta her-"

A gunshot echoed in the chamber, and Billy dove to you, throwing his body over yours. He covered you for a second, making sure there were no other shots, then looked up behind you. Charlie was standing there, gun still smoking. Your father was collapsed on the ground, bleeding out.

Instantly, Billy turned back to you, shielding you from the gruesome sight. He took your face in your hands, immediately trying to calm you down. "Baby...baby you're safe. You're safe, you're okay. I've gotcha." His words were fast, tripping over each other.

Your breathing was uneven, little whimpers falling from your mouth with each one. Billy pulled you into him, so your face was buried against his chest. "It's all over. All done now, sweet." He scooped you up, keeping you crushed against his chest as he hurried away from the scene. "'m so sorry, 'm so sorry baby. I shoulda been more careful-"

"Billy, please," you choked, your arms wrapped tightly around him, face fiercely buried into his neck. "Not your fault."

"Shh," Billy soothed, holding your body tightly. He secured your legs around his waist, one arm holding you up under your bottom as he climbed up the hatch. The last golden rays of sun stretched to meet you as he maneuvered his way up to the ground, collapsing over the edge into the grass on his back, still keeping you tucked into his chest. He was sprawled out, hat knocked off his head, you thrown over his chest. You were crying, body shaking with overwhelmed, exhausted sobs.

Breaths coming hard and deep, he kissed your hair, holding you tightly as the sun set on this horrible day.

"I've gotcha," he gasped. "I've gotcha."

The aftermath was messy, to say the least.

His men took care of everything, knowing he'd want to take you home after the ordeal you'd been through over the past few days.

Billy was careful with you, as if you'd shatter any second. Not knowing where else to go, he took you back to your old house, hoping being somewhere familiar would calm you.

He carefully peeled your dress from your body, planning to burn it later, running a hot bath for you. Understanding that you didn't want to be alone even for a second, he got right in behind you, scrubbing your body clean of dirt and blood and whatever else had marred you in his time away from you.

After asking a million times if you were okay, if the doctor had handled things correctly, he resolved to believe you. Dressing you carefully in your nightdress, he carried you to bed, getting in right next to you and carefully winding his arms around you. Tucked safely into his chest, he finally breathed easy.

"I'm so sorry this happened, sweet girl," he breathed, lying beside you. He was stroking up and down your cheek, looking at you like you'd disappear if he moved his eyes for even a second.

"I don't want to talk about him," you muttered, closing your eyes briefly. "He was always awful."

"Yeah," Billy validated you, thumb running up and down. Up and down. The gentle motion slowed your heart.

"It's everything with the-" you automatically moved your hand to your stomach, then away when your motion remembered.

His eyes were soft. "Oh, sweetheart."

You shook your head as tears filled your eyes for the millionth time. "I'm sorry-"

"No," he cut you off, kissing the hand he was holding between you. "Ain't your fault. It couldn'ta been helped."

"I feel like I failed you," you confessed, a sob choking your voice. "I-"

"You're grieving," Billy whispered, bringing you closer to him, lying on his back so you could rest on his chest. "I know you're gonna feel like this for a bit. It's okay. But you ain't gonna blame yourself for this. I won't let ya."

He kissed your temple. "We're gonna be together for a long, long time. This ain't the last time we're gonna talk about babies. I promise you that." Looking down at your hand, it warmed his heart to see his mama's wedding ring still on your finger, still snug and safe there. "I want to promise you everything."

Billy's words were so sincere, so true that it was impossible not to believe him. So, the flower of hope blooming in your chest again, you nodded.

There had never been anything so serious to happen to you like this before. He had comforted you, sure, but just for little things. Now that the worst of the worst had happened, and he'd stuck by you through it all, holding you tight to his chest as life raged against you, you loved him more than ever for it.

The tears were still falling. The pain was still there. It wouldn't just go away, you knew that.

But he was here. Your rock, your eye in the storm. Your Billy. And as long as you were his, you were in his harbor.

No force could tear you away.

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[oleander-nin]

For the sentient bot au (rottmnt)

How would they react if their darling was able to crochet? Like every time they we’re watching the show, they’d be a little distracted with making a plushie or a piece of clothing. Would they be jealous that they aren’t paying attention, or if they bring them to their universe would they ask them to make something for them?

A/N, not important: This was super cool to write because I do a *lot* of needle work lol. I knit, crochet, sew, embroider, etc. I did headcannons for this, mostly because I didn't know how to write this as a proper fic and it's easier to get back into the groove. Apologies for my absence(and the fact this was requested back in September of 2023). Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me. - Ollie

CW: Stalking, being watched without your knowledge, sentient show characters, obsession, yandere themes, dark themes

Words: 849

Summary: You crochet, oblivious to the constant eyes on you.

Mikey:

He thinks what you do is absolutely charming. Whenever the screen flickers and they can gaze back, he loves to watch you work. He admires the deftness of your craft, even going so far as to see if he could pick it up too. He sees it as a great way to bond. Whether he succeeds or not in picking up the needle work as well doesn’t matter much to him. He’s just delighted you’re a fellow artist in your own right.

He loves to design patterns for blankets or create his own unique stuffies for you to bring to life. He wants to bring his own touch into your work, to try and intertwine the both of you as much as possible. What better way than to combine your hobbies?

Obsesses over what you make to see if he can figure out what you like. He’ll take note of the colors you use, of whether you kept what you’ve been working on or gave it to a friend, or even sold it. He’ll see if you make more stuffies or sweaters, whether you prefer blankets or hats. He’s internalized every choice you’ve made, from the yarn fiber you prefer to where you most often work on your hobby.

Donnie:

Watches you in interest. He finds your hobby interesting and calming. He loves seeing your fingers curl around the yarn and how your hook moves so smoothly. It’s almost soothing to him, so much so he’ll do anything to keep watch. Home security system? Donnie can find a way to weasel his access from just your streaming devices to every electronic in your vicinity. He wants to keep an eye on you, and see what else you create.

Keeps a lot of knitted and crochet works for you to try and match what you have in your home. He’ll collect sweaters, blankets, stuffies, pillows, and anything in between that happens to be made via needle craft. He wants to make the lair seem more at home to you, and what better way then to find every sensory pleasing work he can?

Glad you have a hobby so you’re distracted while they work on bringing you ‘home’. Having you so focused on your work, while at times hurtful, makes their plans to cross the interdimensional barrier a lot easier. The less you pay attention to them, the more they can plan. Of course, once you’re actually in his arms that’ll change. He’s not fond of being ignored.

Raph:

He’s ecstatic about it. He thinks it’s incredibly cute and uses it to solidify his image of you being some soft, fragile soul. He’ll internally coo and croon over you whenever they’re able to look back at you, eyeing your newest project with interest.

Raph has a lot of respect for your craft, especially since he’s tried to knit before. He hopes you’ll be able to teach him and let him work with you. He can hardly wait to snuggle next to you while you explain the steps to him.

He can’t help but hope for you to make him something when you’re finally able to come ‘home’. He wants to add your personal handiwork to his collection of stuffed animals. He’ll put it on his top shelf where no one can mess with it, only taking it down to cuddle on special occasions. It’ll be his pride and joy, something for him to treasure immensely.

Wanting to make it easier on you, he’ll start looking for patterns to give to you, some for when you’re finally with them and some for Donnie to nudge in your direction online. He’ll find yarn and hooks, creating a giant collection just for you. He wants to show you his love, show you that he can give you everything you need and more.

Leo:

Thinks it’s sweet. He can’t help but view it in a cutesy way, no matter what you make. He sees it as part of your charm, knowing you at least have a hobby to keep you busy when he’s away. He just can’t help but wish you wouldn’t do it when you’re supposed to be watching him.

Leo wants you to pay more attention to him. As much as he adores your hobby, he despises how you only seem to do it when you’re watching them. You never give him your full attention, never have your eyes on the screen for the entire time he is. It makes him seethe inside. He’ll make sure to fix that habit once he has you in his arms though.

He always feels a bit bitter when you give something away in front of them, knowing he’d never be able to hold that piece himself. He wants nothing more than to hoard what you make. He can’t help but assume whoever you gifted something to is taking advantage of you. You shouldn’t give away your handiwork, especially when you could save it for him! He plans on finding everything you’ve made when they’re finally able to break the barrier between worlds to take you.

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[onlymurphy]

Worthy of You

SPOILERS: Through Whole Cake Island

First post on Tumblr, wow! Little Sanji angst for your evening.

Safely aboard the Sunny and sailing away from Sanji’s nightmare arranged marriage, you can’t help but worry that your husband has been pushed too far past his limit. Injured, tired, and unsure of himself, Sanji is nothing like the man that left you two weeks ago. Of all your years as friends, crew mates, and lovers, you’ve never seen Sanji so broken, and you worry that the Vinsmokes might be what’s taken him over the edge.

Sanji x fem!reader (no y/n)

Angst | Fluff | Smut

18+ MDNI

TW: Depiction of wounds, parental death, mentions of child abuse.

Cross-Posted on AO3

Request here

“Marry me.” 

You placed a hand on Sanji’s cheek, stroking the blushing skin with your thumb. He looked so sweet - eyes tired, face still tinged red with lust and love. 

“I want to” you whispered back. “We will, Ji.” 

He smiled. You could die happy if the last thing you saw was that beautiful smile.

“No, I mean marry me. I’m asking. I’m proposing, I guess.” 

Marry him. He’s asking.

Of all the things that could have come out of your mouth, you laughed. You didn’t want to laugh at your boyfriend’s vulnerability, his gentile and his romance, but there was no way you were receiving the thing you wanted most in the world on a random Tuesday night in bed. 

You weren’t worthy of being his wife yet. You still had so much you had to give him, so many wounds to heal and things to prove.

He couldn’t possibly want to marry imperfect, frustrating you.

You didn’t have any words for him. You just stared, jaw slack, nothing flowing into your brain. 

“My love?”

You shook your head a bit. “You want to get married?” You stammered. “To me? Now?”

“More than I want to breathe air.”

You had always imagined Sanji’s proposal being more grand than any royal kingdom in the Grand Line. Of course he had always bragged on and on about how he was going to go above and beyond to ensure you said yes. The thought of it had always made you a bit nervous. You weren’t exactly into pomp and circumstance the way Sanji was in public. You were always preferential to this Sanji, soft and squishy Sanji with no walls up between the two of you. Of course you would have said yes no matter how Sanji asked for your hand, but being asked in your bed, not even clothes between you, was a welcome surprise.  

In that moment, thoughts crashed down on your mind like a tidal wave. You saw yourself dressed in white, Sanji in a handsome suit as two of you joined hands and laughed your way through wedding vows. You saw a honeymoon on a crystal clear beach with good drinks and lovemaking. You saw the two of you growing old together, getting a home, having children.

For the first time, you saw a future that went deeper and further than just a few months. You saw forever, a forever you weren’t afraid of.

“Yes” you breathed before you had even realized what you were saying. “Yes. Yes, let’s get married.” 

His lips tore into the largest smile you’d ever seen on his face. He closed the distance between you, pressing his lips hard to yours and pulling you against him by your hips. Nothing was held back. Years of pining and waiting, sacrificing and learning to love one another seemed to burst out from just a single kiss. He lavished you with his lips, his tongue, his teeth, both hands roaming your naked back. It felt like he believed he’d never be able to kiss you again.

“My fiancée” he whispered, pulling back just enough to form the words on his lip. “You’ll be my wife.”

You giggled despite still being breathless from the kiss. “You’ll be my husband.” 

That set him off on a burst of  joy he didn’t appear able to contain. His lips were back on yours in an instant. He rolled you onto his chest, naked bodies pressed together in the already hot, humid room. His lips tasted like sweat and cigarettes, and you were addicted. 

You always had been.

Sanji reached down, grabbing your thighs and pulling them apart across his hips so you were straddling him. 

“Ji” you laughed, rubbing the tip of your nose on his. “We just had sex. You are impossible.” 

He smiled that million berry smile he used to capture your heart in the first place. “You’re my fiancée now” he breathed. “Gotta practice how I’ll make love to you on our wedding night. It has to be perfect.” 

You felt your skin heat up at his words. How was he still able to fluster you after all this time?

“It’s always perfect with you, Sanji.” 

He placed a quick, small kiss on your already swollen lips. “Do you remember the first time? After Drum Island when my back cramped and you had to spend the night waking me up so my back wouldn’t lock up?” 

You laughed out loud at the memory. Your first time being intimate together had been so perfect, sweet and cautious in Alabasta. In the midst of the emotional cries and loving touches, Sanji had cried out in pain, his back injury from Drum Island sending him into agony. Instead of spending the afterglow of sex cuddling and talking in bed, you had to massage his aching muscles and soothe him to sleep. 

It was odd and hilarious and awkward. It was perfectly you two. 

You tapped his nose. “If I have to massage knots out of your back on our wedding night, it will be the best night of my life.”

Sanji flinches away from you when you dab the antiseptic down on his swollen side.

You’ve hurt him. 

Again.  

It breaks you, but you can’t break. Sanji would surely be cut on the pieces trying to put you back together.

“I’m sorry” you breathe, trying to hold your voice steady as the tears that have welled in your eyes threaten to pour. “You’re doing so good, Sanji. Breathe for me.” 

He inhales -albeit shakily- as you press the cloth back down on the wound. No matter how gentle you are, not matter how desperately you try not to bring him anymore pain, it doesn’t matter. He simply can’t handle more.  

He cries out, face twisting in pain as his body slumps forward and tears drip into his hands. 

“Ji?” You begin, bringing an arm around the chair he’s in to help hold him up. “Sanji? Are you passing out?” 

He nods weakly. “My ears are ringing.  I can’t see.” 

You’re able to push him back into the chair enough to steady him before rising to your feet. 

“I’m going to get Chopper. I’m gonna get you in bed first” you tell him, reaching for him. 

He shakes his head. “No Chopper, I’m okay. I’m fine now. It was just the pain.” 

You hesitate. Any other day you’d let Sanji hold onto his pride, but the urge to run for more help is too strong within you. He has to hurt to get better, but you just can’t fucking stand to hurt him anymore. You can’t take it, but you have to.

You tear up the lump in your throat with your teeth and swallow it down.

“Are you positive?” 

He nods. “Keep going.”

You sigh, kneeling back down beside him to continue dressing a gruesome burn on his rib cage. It sickens you physically to look at the damn thing. It stirs something primal in you, something that wants to find everyone that’s ever laid a threatening finger on your Sanji and tear them open. 

“You said they burned you with a cattle prod?” You question. “I’m worried about this, Sanji.” 

“It was something like that, electric pole. Pierced my skin and shocked me.” 

The wound is absolutely hideous, pus covered and dripping a strange orange fluid. It’s been like this since the lot of you returned to the Sunny the day before. Sanji hasn’t told Chopper about it. The doctor is busy caring for other Strawhats that were injured by Big Mom’s crew, and Sanji keeps insisting to you that he’s already been too big a burden on them in the last few weeks. 

It makes you ache, hearing the love of your life call himself a burden.

You try to be gentler this time. You go back in at the wound, Sanji hissing when you do. The antiseptic makes the wound bubble a bit. It drips, blood and pus running down Sanji’s side. 

You’re quick to wipe it away, only to disturb more bruising on his fragile body. Sanji moans, burying his face in his hands. 

“You okay?” You wonder. “You’re almost done.” 

“Thank you, my love.” 

You grab the bandages from beside you, unraveling a large piece. “I’m just glad you’re home and you’re okay.” 

He turns his head to look at you as you spread the bandage over the wound. He looks more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him. Neither of you got any sleep last night, Sanji in too much pain while you fretted over his condition. Though he’d never mention it to the crew, he’s been terribly frightened. Small creaks of the Sunny make him stir. Approaching footsteps make him wrap an arm around you and act as though someone is coming to steal you away.

“You don’t sound like yourself. What’s the matter, my darling?” He asks you, retrieving you from your thoughts.

You don’t answer right away. The entirety of your week has been chewing on your mind since it began, and you still haven’t been able to unravel the entire mess. The image of your husband at the altar with another woman is burned into you brain. No matter how much you try to cover it with memories of the two of you together, you cannot. It’s like a parasite, consuming more and more of your mind the longer you allow it to linger.

“I missed you” you tell him simply. “I hated not knowing if you were dead or hurt. It was killing me.” 

You secure the bandage over his burn and stand up beside him. He frowns.

“I’m here” he promises you. “I’m home. I’m okay, my love.” 

You offer your hands to help him stand. He accepts, taking your hands and pulling himself to unsteady feet. 

“Thank you” he tells you again, his voice much softer now. “My love, I’m so, so, so sorry.”

You’re taken aback by your husband’s sudden shift in mood. His eyes are welling up once again, hands shaking in yours. 

You give him a weak smile. “Sanji, you have nothing to apologize for. You were protecting us and your dad. I understand.”

Despite himself, he gives a little smile when you refer to Zeff as his father. It isn’t a new thing for you. You’ve always felt that way about their relationship, but you’re glad that Sanji seems to finally be comfortable with the idea that Zeff is truly his father. The man surely deserves the title after years of putting up with the antics you and Sanji were able to pull in your youth. You never imagined that he’d be your father in law when you were just a little thing running around Baratie, but the joy of it has been one small bright spot in the last few days.

You scrambled behind your dad’s leg, clinging to the pants of his Marine uniform as you stared up at the man towering before you. No matter how many times you had met Chef Zeff, the former pirate never failed to make you a bit nervous. You were still trying to work out in your mind how you father -a powerful Marine- could be such close friends with a former pirate.

“Zeff” your father greeted politely, reaching out to shake the man’s hand. “How’s business? How’s your boy?” 

The man rolled his eyes. He never quite seemed as polite or cheery as your father. “Business is good. Sanji bit me yesterday.”

Your father’s gruff laughter sent a warm wave through your little chest. 

“Bit you?” You father questioned his friend. “Now why on earth would an eight-year-old bite you?” 

Zeff shrugged. “Kid’s scared of the dark. Patty put a pot on his head last night to tease ‘em and he was cryin’ and screamin’ so hard that he kicked me and bit me when I tried to pick ‘em up.” 

Sanji. Though you had never really met the little boy before, it was always a guarantee that you could catch him staring at you through a crack in the kitchen door. He’d peak his blond head out every few minutes while your family dined, and then dash away when you caught him. It always made your little heart sail, but he had never come out to say hello in the three months your family had been frequenting the Baratie. 

Your dad leaned to peak around his friend, so you did the same. Sure enough, there he was. Sanji stood with half of his face peering out from the double doors to the kitchen. When you spotted him, he nearly pealed from his skin as he turned tail and ran back into the kitchen. 

You dad frowned to Zeff. “Skittish little thing, isn’t he?” 

“Eh” Zeff began. “Wasn’t until a few months ago. Started havin’ nightmares and sleepwalking and all kinds of weird garbage. Odd kid.” 

Nightmares. You knew a thing or two about those.

“Go get the kid” your dad suggested. “This one here’s not exactly a social butterfly either.” 

He placed a hand atop your little head, ruffling your hair much to your discontent. 

Zeff looked unsure, but nodded despite himself. “He won’t come easy, little brat.”

With that, Zeff turned and headed toward the kitchen, leaving you standing in the now quiet restaurant with your dad. He looked down at you, nudging you slightly so you were standing in front of him. 

“Okay” he began, his eyes gentle and calm. “Sanji’s a little bit…different. Be nice.” 

You tilted your head. “I’m always nice, papa.” 

“I know” he assured you. “But Sanji can sometimes be not so nice, but it’s not his fault. You know how when you’re really, really scared at a scary story, and you scream without even thinking about doing it?” 

You nodded. 

“Well, sometimes when bad things happen to people, regular things can feel like hearing a really scary story. They might say things or be mean without realizing they’re doing it.” 

You didn’t quite understand. Bad thing? What bad thing possibly could have happened to such a little boy?

“Oi, Admiral” Zeff called from behind you, pulling you from the conversation with your father. “We got introductions to make.”

You turned, finding Zeff no longer alone. You’d never seen all of Sanji before, just his face. He was a skinny little thing, tall for his age with unkempt blond curls and a scowl on his face that looked permanent. It unsettled you a bit, but you didn’t want to show it. Boys back at home were apt to pick on you, and you weren’t about to let alone get the joy of doing so.

“Sanji” your dad greeted in the same voice he’d use with any other man. “How are you, buddy?” 

Sanji shrugged. That was the only response your father received. 

Zeff nudged the little boy in the back a bit, pointing at you now. 

“Oi, brat. There’s a lady. Say hello.” 

Sanji finally laid his eyes on you, blue and deep like the sea you’d sailed in on. He smiled at last. It was itty bitty, barely there and all deep dimples and cracked lips, but it was enough. Your heart damn near soared from your tiny little ribs. 

You were done for.

You reach up to push some of the hair from Sanji’s eyes. That same sea-blue gaze lands on you, and even though his dimples and freckles are lost to you now, you can picture the boyish face he once had in your mind. 

“I miss my dad” he says finally, breaking the silence that’s fallen over the two of you. “He’s probably burned down Baratie by now.”

For the first time in two weeks, you laugh. Some things just never change. No matter how much Sanji loves Zeff, he’ll never miss the opportunity to insult the man. 

“We haven’t seen him since our wedding” you remind your husband. “We should try to plan a trip home soon, or maybe get my dad to get Zeff to the Grand Line.”

Sanji finally finds it in himself to lower his body down your bed, sitting with a stiff back on the messy sheets. 

“He would never” he scoffs. “He’d make some half ass excuse that it’s our job to come visit an old man.” 

You take a seat next to him and place a gentle hand on his bare back. “We’ll make it work. We always do.” 

He appears to soothe back into your touch. His eyes flutter closed, a deep breath causing his bruised and battered chest to rise and fall. You don’t try to push him any further. Instead, you content yourself with lightly scratching his back.

After a few minutes of this soft silence, he turns his tired eyes to you. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. I love you” you tell him for probably the millionth time today. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do you? How’s your back?” 

You let your hand trail down to the long, straight scar in the curve of his low back. He hums when you run your fingers over it, a pleasant sound that reverberates in his his chest. 

“Sore” he admits. “It’s been sore for weeks.” 

You press two fingers into the muscles of his low back, pulling a low moan from his throat. 

“Fuck” he mutters. “Fuck that hurts.”

“Do you want me to stop?” 

He shakes his head. “Feels good, I think.”

He whines when you pull your hand away and lay it over his.  

“Come on, lay down. I’m gonna rub your back” you direct. “Tell me if it gets to be too much.” 

He does as he’s told, slowly climbing into bed and collapsing onto his front. 

His back has always been scarred, sore and rough. You’ve always been obsessed with ridding him of his shirt and massaging his muscles until he’s snoring away into the pillows. There’s a vulnerability to it, a sense of trust. He has enough faith in your love for him to turn his back on you, loosen his muscles, and let you touch the hurting skin.

You begin the massage the way you do every night. You start at his tight, aching shoulders. They’re a bit freckled, pale and soft when your thumbs begin to work into the muscle. He sighs into the sheets and immediately begins to loosen up beneath you. 

“Feel good?” 

“So fucking good.” 

You continue here for a few minutes before moving downward, careful not to upset the massive burn scar tissue between his shoulder blades. He always twitches and hisses a bit if you touch the marred skin too much. Of all the scars on his body, the ones left by Enel are the most sensitive. They never seem to fully heal. Today, the edges of the burn are raised and red as if it’s becoming irritated all these years later. You abandon the rough digging of your thumbs in favor of running your palms over the mark. 

“I assume you weren’t taking care of this while you were gone?” You hypothesize, running a finger along the burn. 

He shakes his head. “Couldn’t reach it.” 

“Tomorrow we’re taking a long bath and giving you a spa day” you tell him, leaning in to place the ghost of a kiss over the scar before moving your fingers further down his back. 

He snorts out a small laugh. “Spa day?” 

“You know” you begin. “My nice soaps, some lotion, a bath.” 

He rolls his head over on the pillow so you can see his eye. “You mean getting naked, wet, and rubbing each other with lotion?” 

“I hate you.” 

“Then why do you want me naked, wet, and slippery?” 

If he hadn’t had such a horrible time lately, you’d pinch him. He’s laughing beneath you at his own foul, odd words, and all you can do is blush as you laugh along with him. 

“Glad to see this mess hasn’t made you less of a perv” you tease him. 

He winks at you. “The most beautiful lady to ever grace the surface of the planet is on my back in her panties right now talking about sexy massages, and I’m the perv?” 

 “I never said the massage would be sexy.” 

“You could take those panties off and we could make it sexy.” 

Gods, he’s horrible, and Gods you missed him. 

The fun is cut short when your thumb strikes a bad chord in his lower back. He cries out loudly into his pillow, all the muscles in body locking into knots. 

“Sanji!” You gasp, scrambling off his back. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry, Ji. Are you okay?” 

He breathes heavily, exhaling loudly into the fabric. His hands are gripping the pillowcase so hard that his knuckles have gone white. 

“Sanji?”

He nods, but doesn’t speak. 

You can see the muscles in his back spasming a bit, the skin blushed and irritated with inflammation. 

“I’m going to get painkillers from Chopper” you inform him, finally putting your foot down. “You need them, Sanji.” 

He doesn’t argue with you. He just whines into the pillow as he seems to give in. 

You hate to leave him even for a moment, but you want him out of pain as soon as possible. 

The Thousand Sunny is quiet when you step out into the hall. It doesn’t shock you. No one was in particularly good spirits when you left Tatto, and no one wanted to get in the way of Sanji’s recovery. Everyone seemed like they just wanted to tend to their wounds and lie down in their beds. 

You make your way to the infirmary, only the sound of the ocean and your own footsteps to guide you. You’d find it peaceful if such a fresh hell hadn’t just bombarded your crew.

You give a soft knock when you reach the infirmary door. A bit of warmth flows through you when you hear the familiar sound of tiny little hooves clicking across the floor. 

You smile down at the little doctor when he opens the door. “Hey Chop.” 

He returns your joy. “Hi! What are you still doing awake?”

“Oh jeez” you begin, bringing your fingers up to massage the bridge of your nose. “Sanji’s hurting. Do you have a painkiller I can give him?” 

Chopper frowns. “Does he need me? I’m not busy!” 

You shake your head, reaching down to ruffle the doctor’s fur, his hat no where in sight. “I think he just needs some medicine and some rest. He’s grumpy.” 

Chopper’s face is covered in apprehension, but he doesn’t argue. “Come on in, I have stuff.” 

You follow the little reindeer into the room, placing yourself down on the bed as he begins to root through his drawers. 

“What kind of pain is he having?” He wonders, antlers knocking into things on his desk as he searches.

“His back” you reply. “From where Doctorine fixed it. He has a burn, too. It’s bad.” 

Chopper turns his head. “A burn? He didn’t show me a burn.”

“I think he would’ve hid everything from you if he’d been able to” you admit, a bit of guilt suddenly crawling up in your gut. “Something’s up with him. He’s going back and forth between being totally himself and being…odd.”

“Odd?”

“Yeah, like spaced out, I guess? I’m worried.” 

Chopper produces a little vial from his drawer, handing it over to you. “I’m no therapist, but it must have terrible to have to see all those awful people.” 

The green liquid in the vial unsettles you a bit, but you’re in no place to question your doctor. 

“Yeah” you mumble. “It’s so hard to get him to talk to me about stuff. He has this weird ‘men shouldn’t burden their women’ kind of thing.”

Chopper narrows his eyes, seeming to consider your words. 

“Hm” he ponders. “His dad said some pretty mean stuff about him, even just when we were leaving. Do you think they were mean to him about the kind of husband he is to you?” 

This little doctor, always so adorably wise. 

“I didn’t even think of that” you breathe. “You think?”

Chopper crawls up on the bed beside you, swinging his little legs off the ledge as he snuggles up to your side. “If they wanted him to marry the other lady, I don’t think they’d be very nice about you.” 

The thought of it makes your blood boil under your skin. You’ve spent the last decade trying to make Sanji feel like he’s worthy, like he can express himself and share his emotions. Even when you were just two young friends, Sanji could barely accept praise or appreciation. He viewed himself as a burden, and sometimes, it’s clear that he still does. The fact that Judge and those little monsters he made have stripped Sanji of all the progress he’s made is infuriating. 

You wrap your arm around Chopper then, giving the reindeer a tiny squeeze before rising to your feet. 

“Thank you, Chop” you tell him gently, smiling. “You could be a therapist, you know. You give great advice.”

His little hooves come together in a clap, his face pulling into a wide grin. “Stop! I’m just being silly! It’s not like I know anything about everything, ya know!” 

You would do just about anything for Chopper.

 “Love you, Chop” you say through a little laugh. “Night.” 

He waves goodbye, watching you go. You shuffle back to your room as quietly as you can, hoping not to have to explain Sanji’s state to any of the other Strawhats. You know that there’s going to be the eventual fallout from Sanji’s embarrassment over the crew seeing him breakdown. When he’s truly forced to face them again in a healthier state, you know it will be difficult for him.

You open your bedroom door slowly, hoping that Sanji has fallen asleep, but to no avail. Instead of resting as you told him to do, he’s back on his aching feet. He slowly makes his way around the room, grabbing up the bloody tissues and antiseptic bottle from the floor. 

“Sanji!” You snap, rushing to his side to pull the items from his hands. “You shouldn’t be bending and stretching. You need to lay down.” 

Despite the fact that he’s sweating, he waves you off. “I’m fine. The least I can do is help my beautiful lady clean up.” 

Fuck, it’s so hard to stand your ground and not allow that sugary sweet voice to lure you into his desires. You’re so used to him running about and doing things for you, tidying up and fixing you meals before you even realize you need to do it.

“Ji” you repeat. “Please. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Lie down.” 

His nose twitches a bit. 

Classic Sanji. He’s getting frustrated. 

He takes a deep breath and leaves that smile plastered on his face. “Love, I’m not helpless. I can pick up a few tissues and bottles.” 

It’s your turn to take some breaths, closing your eyes for a moment to try and steady yourself. You’re exhausted. You’ve been pushed to and far past your limits, but it isn’t Sanji’s fault. To him, he’s just trying to be a good husband.

“Ji” You begin again, slowly as if not to startle him. “The way you’re stretching is going to hurt that burn. If it reopens it might get infected. Please sit down for me.”

You can see his fist gripping the tissues in his hand, but he doesn’t show the building agitation on his face. He just speeds up his cleaning, hands quickly gathering things from the floor as he begins to shake. He looks almost like a child cleaning up his mess. It’s as if he thinks you’ll wake in the morning, see the disaster, and blame him for the mess. 

It burns you. 

“Sanji.”

You reach for him, but the instant your hand makes contact with his wrist, he pulls his arm away from you.

“I said I’m not helpless!”

The bottle of antiseptic in his hand is released upon his declaration, flying opposite the two of you across the room and shattering against the front of your dresser. 

Time stops. It’s as though neither of you is breathing, the room silent but for the waves slamming into the side of the Sunny. Antiseptic drips down to the floor. The drops of the liquid is hypnotic against your ears, pulling you into a swirling of panic that’s rising up in your chest like a fire. 

Never, not once in your life has Sanji been anything even close to violent at you. He’s refrains from even allowing you to see him when he fights or yells. He protects you from his rage. 

He protects you from himself.

You don’t speak as he looks away, walking over to where the bottle has shattered and bending down to begin picking up the shards of glass. He grunts when he makes it to the floor and reaches for his side for just a moment, but lets it pass as he cleans. 

You’re shaking. The ship suddenly feels cold, like all the good air has been sucked from it, leaving only an unbreathable weight. 

He didn’t mean to throw it. You know that much, but to see Sanji lose his cool with only you in the room is enough to send your heart breaking free from your ribs. It feels as though it’s already laid out before you on the floor, blood seeping in between the boards of your bedroom, poisoning the life you’ve made together before you can stop it.

In the midst of your own trembling, you hear Sanji’s voice from across the room.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

His breathing is ragged now, heavy and quick as he cleans. Glass pieces slip form his fingers, hitting the floor again and breaking into even smaller shards. 

Crack.

Sanji curses under his breath, hands shaking as he roots through the fluid and glass.

Crack.

He goes down to one knee as his body is no longer able to hold him up. 

Crack.

He’s stopped cleaning. His hands fly to the front of the dresser to support his weight as his other knee gives, and a sob chokes up from somewhere deep in his chest.

He screams. He sits on his knees over the mess of broken glass beside your marital bed and screams. 

It’s visceral. It’s agonizing. It’s a sound you wish you could go back and never hear tear up from your husband’s throat.

You’re at his side in an instant. You collapse to your knees, wrapping your arms around him and allowing him to fall back into your chest. 

“I’m sorry” he weeps, hands clinging to your arm as if it’s the only thing holding him to the earth. “I’m sorry.” 

All you can think to do is hush him as you sit back on the floor. You pull the two of you away from the pile of broken glass, leaning against the bed so you can pull him against you. 

He’s broken. You’re now the one holding shattered glass in your hands. 

You can barely understand him when he begins to babble into your chest. 

“I almost hurt you” he frets. “I almost hurt you, and I hurt Luffy, and I hurt Nami, and I hurt Chopper. I hurt that poor fucking Charlotte girl and I hurt my sister and I made my mother sick.” 

He’s incoherent at the end. His hands pull at your shirt like he’s trying to sink into you, and you can only hold him. You can only rub his back and hush him until he calms from this indescribable pain. 

“My Sanji” you whisper, hands moving to stroke through his hair. “I scared you. You didn’t mean it. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” 

He doesn’t lift his face from the crook of your neck as he speaks. 

“Does it matter if I meant it?” He wonders. “Everything I do hurts someone whether I mean to or not.” 

“That’s not true” you assure him even though you know the words barely penetrate his panic. “Sanji, look at me.” 

He shakes his head against your neck. 

You bring a slow, gentle hand up to cradle his cheek, coaxing his tear-soaked face from your skin so you can meet his eyes. 

“Breathe” you direct him, hands holding him steady. “Breathe for me. In” -you take a long, slow inhale- “Out, okay?”

He follows, and though his breath is shaky, he’s able to catch it. You smile. 

“Good boy. Breathe slow. Count if you have to.” 

He does as he’s told. Over and over again, the two of you breathe together until his rhythm sounds human again. When you feel comfortable that he can once again breathe through his fear, you place a hand in his hair and slowly begin to stroke his scalp.

“You sacrificed yourself to save your father and your crew” you remind him. “That girl tried to shoot you, and you comforted her.”

He doesn’t reply, but appears to still be focused on slowing his breathing. You take the moment to continue on. 

“You take care of this crew. You feed us and rescue us and make sure that none of us ever want for anything you can give us.” 

He begins to gnaw at his bottom lip. “That doesn’t outweigh the amount of times I’ve screwed up” he counters. “You can’t tell me it does.”

You reach from him, wiping some of his tears away and tucking his ruffled bangs back. “Sanji, you were my friend when no one else wanted to be. I used to have a calendar in my room and I would count down the days until the next stupid fucking Marine Admiral dinner so I could see you at Baratie. When we’d go to school at home, I used to write your name and put little hearts around it so often that my mom would ask me if we were secretly dating when I was like, eleven.” 

He sniffs. “So?”

“So” you breathe, gently pulling him back in so he’s settled comfortably against your chest. “That was when we were eleven, and I’m still here. I knew you when you were eight and like, really weird, and when you were a teenager, and when we joined this crew. I can probably count on my hands the number of days I’ve gone without seeing you since we got here. I wouldn’t have married you if you were hurting people. I wouldn’t have stayed, but you make me feel safe.”

He doesn’t reply, but brings a hand up to begin tracing a finger over your collarbone. The repeated motion seems to soothe him, skilled hands brushing over your skin so lightly that you barely feel his presence. 

“I love you” you promise him. “I love you because you’re a good man. Everyone on this crew thinks so, and that’s why you’re here with us. That’s why we refused to leave there without you.” 

“I left a family behind” he whispers. 

“You left your abusers and an adult sister who thinks the world of you.” 

He takes a deep breath, removing his hand from your collarbone and finding your fingers that he can intertwine his with. 

“And” you begin, trying to keep your voice as soothing as you’ve ever made it. “You were five years old when your mom died, and she died to make you into exactly the man you are. She’d be so proud of you.” 

He grips your hand. “She’d love you.” 

You giggle a bit, pressing your lips to the top of his head. “Elegant genius Vinsmoke Sora would love a pirate that swears more than she showers?” 

He nods. “For being yourself. And for loving me.”

All you can think to do is hold him against you as your own tears flow. You’ve often wish that you would’ve gotten the chance to meet Sanji’s mother. You love her boy so dearly. From everything Sanji has told you about his past, you know that his mother probably died thinking he wouldn’t be cared for, wouldn’t be loved. You would give anything for the chance just to tell her that you’ll take care of him. 

After a few moments, you tap his back. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

You help him to rise to his feet, holding his beautiful hands in yours and even peppering kisses along them once you’re standing. Despite your affections, Sanji frowns. 

“Let me help you clean this mess up” he frets. “Please. I made it. It’s the least I can do, my love.”

You take his hand, pulling him back over to your bed and slowly helping him sit back down. “You are the sweetest, most delightful man in the world. Now get your ass in this bed and keep it there.” 

“My darling-“

You cut off his words with a kiss, leaning in and placing a gentle peck on his lips. He sighs, losing his resolve to tidy up and leans into your kiss. 

You separate from him, but keep your lips gently brushing his. 

“It’s very late” you whisper. “It’s time for bed.” 

He reaches up then, grabbing the collar of your t-shirt and pulling you back down into a kiss. It’s rough, strange for Sanji. He’s not one to touch you with any sort of ferocity, even sexually. He’s always been a gentle lover. He only touches you with vigor when he’s desperate, searching for some sort of security or reassurance. 

“Sanji” you gasp, pushing him away a bit. “My love, aren’t you tired? Aren’t you sore?” 

He shakes his head. “Just wanna kiss you for a bit, my beautiful.” 

His words are very much Sanji, but there’s still a sadness, a fear in his voice that you don’t like. It’s shaking, unsure. 

He’s insistent, though, so you don’t argue with him. He wraps an arm around your back, slowly lowering you down to the sheets. You do what you can to support your own weight on the way down, but he’s quiet eager. He sets you on your back and crawls over you with a strange look in his eyes. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying not to let your concern show. “Think you should take your pain meds first?” 

He replies by reconnecting your lips. He’s absolutely insatiable in this moment, gripping the sheets next to your head and forcing his tongue into your mouth. He hasn’t been like this in a while.

He sits up on his knees then, reaching to unbuckle his belt. It’s abandoned to the floor, and he wastes no time unbuttoning his jeans and flattening his body back over yours. 

You want so badly to ask if he’s okay, ask what more you can do for him, but he just tastes so good. His body feels right, comfortable over yours. His hardening length on your inner thigh is a familiar pressure. You want to touch him, pleasure him, but the image of him crying out in pain is stuck in your mind.

As if the universe is reading your thoughts, Sanji groans into your mouth, but not in the way you’d like him to. 

“Ji” you fret, pulling away. “Slow down. You’re really hurting.” 

He presses his forehead to yours. Tears drip from his eyes and onto your cheeks, rolling down your skin as if they are your own. 

“I’m sorry” he pants. “I missed you. I hated the thought of being someone else’s husband. I would’ve taken a thousand more punches and burns if it meant I didn’t have to marry someone else.” 

You reach up to cradle his bruised face in your hands. He’s hot, sweating. He nearly feels feverish. 

“I know you didn’t mean it” you promise him. “You’re mine. Now everyone else knows it too.” 

He kisses you and speaks against your lips. “Yours. It’s the best thing I am.”

You give him a soft, warm smile. “You should really get some sleep, Sanji. You’re in your own bed with your actual wife and your crew is right down the hall. It’s okay to rest.”

He shakes his head. This change in him has happened so quickly, like all the fear and desperation has materialized into the need to physically be released. He now craves touch, feeling, something to ground him in the moment. 

“I need you. I just need to touch you and make sure you’re really you” he breathes. “Please.”

Your heart burns for him. Anytime you and Sanji kiss or touch, he’s filled with joy. He smiles and laughs, places kisses all over you and showers you in praise. This need, this release of emotions is incredibly rare.

You place gentle hands on his shoulder, pushing him ever so softly to guide him down onto his back. He lets you, but is quick to wrap his arms around you again when you’re atop him to pull you close.

“Sanji” you begin in a whisper. “Talk to me. What do you need?” 

He looks as though he’s about to begin panicking again. God, he hasn’t gotten like this in so long. The nightmares, the panic attacks - it all began to slow when you got engaged. Before this mess, he was getting good sleep for the first time in ages and actually resting. 

He takes a deep, shaky breath, making your body rise and fall from where you straddle him. 

“I used to have nightmares that Judge would find you and torture you” he begins. “And then when I was there, he told me that if he got his hands on you, he’d kill you in front of me if I ever tried to leave.” 

If you ever see Vinsmoke Judge again, you’re going to kill him. 

“You won” you remind him. “We’re here together. We’re all safe. It’s okay.”

He shrugs. “I’ve had nightmares about all the ways he could kill you. I’m afraid to sleep.” 

There it is, the admission. It always takes you so long to coax Sanji’s true concerns. 

You brush his bangs out of his eyes, stroking your fingers down his bruised cheek. “Then let’s rest. I can hold you, or I can stay up for you. I can do whatever you want me to do.” 

He bats his eyes away, but reaches up to pull on the waistline of your panties. 

“I…can you…” he trails off, his cheeks going red, but you understand. 

You lean down to give him a quick kiss before reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

“What do you need?” You ask him again, a new weight to the question as you pull your shirt over your head and reveal your bare body to him. 

He reaches for you, letting his fingers slowly trace down the bumps of your vertebrae. “Anything you’re willing to give me.”

Willing to give him. It’s a terrible way to word it in your mind. You’re never ‘willing’ to give Sanji anything. You’re happy to give him everything. He already has everything. He’s the only man you’ve ever loved, the only man you’ve ever given yourself to. He has your heart, your soul, your body, and he treats all of it with such tender love. 

How can he not know that?

“Do you think that you have to earn love?” You ask him suddenly, climbing off of him to remove the rest of your underwear and begin work on his pants.

His eyes go wide. He doesn’t even have a reaction when you rid him of his dress pants and boxers, too focused on your face and your question to move a muscle. 

Only when you gingerly take him in your hand does he exhale softly, letting his eyes drift shut. 

“I do have to earn back your love” he tells you softly. “I left you.”

You sigh, but know your patience has to persevere. For Sanji, physical intimacy always brings about vulnerability. He’s emotional lover, open and feeling.  

“To save me” you counter.

He doesn’t argue, but instead grips your arm as your hand tightens around his length. 

You follow his lead and release him from your grip, earning a low whine as you crawl back over him. His skin is flushed and his eyes have grown glossy. 

“Listen to me” you begin, hovering so your face is just a breath from his. “Everything you’ve done since the moment I met you has made my life better, Sanji. You are such a sweet boy. You don’t have to keep driving yourself into the ground to earn love from the people around you.” 

He exhales, a tear finding its way down his cheek. 

“I saw you” he breathes, shaking his head. “I saw the look on your face when I told Luffy I didn’t want to come back.” 

You brush the tear away with your thumb. “And I was there when you begged us to let you come home. We’re not robots, Ji. We understand why you did everything you did.” 

He sighs. “I never want to hurt you” he whispers. “I’m sorry I hurt you.” 

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It’s chaste all things considered, your hand coming to cradle his aching cheek. 

“And I’m sorry that I didn’t get to you before they hurt you” you say to him, so quietly that you can barely hear your own words. “I promised I’d never let anyone hurt you.” 

So many times; so many times you’ve promised Sanji you’d never let anyone hurt him, and this week has been the ultimate betrayal of that promise. 

So much is just flowing from your lips now. So much has built up in you since the moment you read Sanji’s letter that he was leaving the Strawhats. Anger, terror, guilt. Even now with Sanji in your arms, your stomach twists at the sight of his wounds. 

Sanji turns his head to place a kiss on the palm of your hand. “Do you think it’s a good thing that we’re bothered by each other’s pain?” 

“Maybe” you whisper, bringing your fingers to his lips to slowly trace his Cupid’s bow. “Are you still in pain?” 

“Only because you’re still so far away from me” he tells you. “I want more. I want you.”

You don’t keep him waiting. Instead of trying to sort through more words, instead of forcing your tired and confused mouth to babble out more nonsense, you bend forward to press your mouth on his. 

It’s most familiar thing in the word, the safest you’ve ever felt. He’s home. He’s the only person in the world that knows everything about every inch of you.

How did you manage to let him go? How in the world did you let someone hurt him?

You press yourself closer to his chest, bending so far that your behind slides back and brushes against his cock. 

He hums quietly into your mouth, gently taking your face and pulling back. 

“Let me sit up” he urges you. “You can sit in my lap. I know this isn’t good for your back.” 

His concern reminds you of the aching and burning that’s rushing up your spine. It’s been that way since you got here, the stress doing nothing to help your constantly sore muscles. 

You run a hand through his hand. “You sure? I’m more worried about your chest.” 

As if to prove to you that he’s fine, he arches back a bit, stretching out his long torso. His plan backfires when he winces and curls back up at the action. 

“Mmmm” he groans, desperately trying to keep his voice neutral. “I’ll be fine sitting up. It’s stretching that hurts.” 

You don’t quite believe him, but you want to appease him a bit this evening. Sanji lives to please. If he has the slightest idea that he can pleasure you, he’ll go through great lengths to do just that. 

You swing your legs over his narrow hips and offer him your hands. He accepts, using your strength to push himself up so he’s leaning against your headboard. You’re more than happy to quickly scramble back into his lap, his cock nestled against your stomach.

He’s still for a moment, content to lean his forehead against yours and take a few deep breaths. Typically, he’s raring to go the instant you get your clothes off. He’s always a gentleman of course, trembling as he asks to perform his every move and waiting to see how you respond before he proceeds. He is never, however, calm and silent. He’s a whiny, impatient darling. This slow and soft behavior is new. 

“You okay?” You wonder, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer.

 The friction brings that familiar moan from his throat, but he doesn’t pull away from you. 

“I really thought I’d never be with you like this again” he whispers. “I laid in bed every night and just tried to remember everything about you so I wouldn’t forget you.” 

That pain is back again, the one in the center of your chest that rears its ugly head whenever you think of Sanji’s suffering. There’s nothing more you can do, no closer you can hold him, and yet you still feel like you have to be better for him, be more. 

“What can I do?” You wonder. “ I wanna make this easier for you.” 

He kisses you gently, loosely, letting his lips stay on yours as he speaks. “You’re perfect” he tells you simply. “There’s nothing more you could possibly do for me than just being you, my darling.”

You kiss him again. He grabs your hips, pulling you against him in a slow, languid rolling motion. 

He devours the friction. His moans on your lips are delicious, deep and trembling as that usual impatience begins to creep into his movements. 

He pulls his lips from yours and buries his face into the crook of your neck. Wet, kiss-swollen lips lave at your skin. 

“I need you” he whispers, his voice shaking. “Please.” 

As much as you adore hearing Sanji beg, you know shouldn’t keep him on edge tonight. Physical touch, love-making, intimacy; all are things that have always been able to calm your lover’s racing mind. Knowing that your body is enough to set his mind at ease is a strange yet endearing feeling. 

You sit yourself up on your knees, taking his length in your hand and slowly -as if to savor it- sink your body down over his. 

His eyes slowly shut as a sigh leaves his body. Relief is written on his face, his head rolling back to settle against the wall. 

You let your fingers brush gently across his cheeks. “Sanji?” 

A hard swallow bobs his Adam’s apple in his throat, but he doesn’t look up to you. He just wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. 

The shift in his position inside you makes you shiver. You want so badly to grasp his face and kiss him until you can’t breathe, but you don’t want to rush him. He’s been through so much. He’s been so deprived of softness and care for all his life while working tirelessly to give it to others. 

He deserves your warmth. He deserves your patience.

After a minute of this odd peace, he raises his head and buries his face back into your neck. His hands raise you slowly on his hips, pumping his cock into you a few time before his grip tightens. 

“Is this okay?” He wonders, kissing your neck. “I hope I didn’t rush you.” 

You’re so lost in the delectable, burning stretch of taking him that you nearly miss his question. His face is shrouded in worry when you look up at him. 

You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. To qualm his worries, you press your hips down until he bottoms out, so deep that you tilt your head back to let out a quiet moan. He nearly whines as you grind forward, his entire length buried inside you. 

“Oh fuck” he breathes. “Fuck, I was made for you, darling.” 

His words, the sounds he makes; it’s all like fine wine to you. It spurs you on, knowing that the longer you have him whining and shaking beneath you, the closer you get to being drunk on his fucked out, spacey expression in the afterglow. 

You want to ravage him, bite down on his tender flesh and bounce your body on his cock, but you refrain. He’s too sweet with his face nuzzling your neck. His little whines are too soft.

“I love you” you assure him, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re so good to me.”

The praise makes him thrust his hips up to meet you. You can feel his cock throbbing, fingers digging into your hips to hold you down as he continues his slow pace. 

He attaches his lips to your neck and nips at the skin. “Can I lay you down? I want more.” 

You nod, urging his face from your neck so you could press a kiss to his lips. 

He wastes no time pulling your body even tighter against his and guiding you gently down into the sheets, being sure to cradle your head before softly letting it down on your pillow. 

You smile up at him, his cheeks blushed. 

“You know I basically helped fight the mob this weekend, yeah?” You remind him. “You’re being so gentle.” 

Your teasing doesn’t seem to get to him. His face is almost trance-like. He moves a piece of hair out of your face and exhales. 

“You deserve to be kept safe” he tells you. “Even from me.” 

There’s something heavy about the sentiment, something that weighs on your chest. He says it with such a kind and soft voice, but you hate every bit of it. There’s nothing about Sanji you’d ever need to be kept safe from, nothing in him that could hurt you. 

“Sanji” you breathe, aching hips crying out just a bit as he hooks your legs around his hips so he can sink back into you. 

You try to contain yourself as you arch close to him from the sensation. He feels perfect inside you, finally as close to you as possible where you can pleasure him with just a grind of your hips or a ghosting of your lips over skin. 

“Ji” you whine. “My love, there’s nothing about you I want to be safe from.” 

He replies by pressing his hips into yours, beginning to set a steady pace of his body on yours. It’s clear that he no longer wants so speak, but instead wants to chase his own high while pulling moans from your throat.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt so full of him. Every time your bodies meet, he feels deeper, closer than usual. It might be the unbearable longing you’ve had for him the last few weeks. It might be the way he’s clawing you closer, trying to press the space between the two of you away, but you don’t care. He’s finally here with you, exactly the way you’ve needed for so many nights. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you, unable to help yourself as you gingerly sink your teeth into his shoulder. You’re nearly hungry for him. Even having his cock fucking deeper into you with every thrust isn’t close enough.

He cries out into your neck at the unexpected sting. You don’t let the pain linger for long, kitten licking the pink mark you left on his flesh. 

“My darling” he moans, lips still pressed against your neck. “More. Please.”

He continues to whine into your shoulder when his words are finished, his hips striking yours with and aching, newfound fervor. 

Your lips caress the teeth mark now throbbing before you. “You’re already bruised enough, my love. I don’t wanna leave anymore marks on you.” 

He reaches down to grab your thighs then, hiking them up further so he can press closer to you. The new angle is punishing. He slows his pace, but only so he can keep his cock buried inside you to repeatedly grind up into your g-spot. 

“Please” he pleads, huffing into your neck. “Please. I need more. It makes me feel human.”

His words tear you open down the middle. 

Make him feel human.

You tangle your fingers into his hair and give a pull. He moans, the deep sound spreading from his chest to yours as it vibrates through your ribs. 

Pain. That’s new for Sanji. 

“I don’t want to hurt you” you admit to him, releasing his hair and stroking it softly back over his head. 

He places a featherlight kiss on you neck. “I like it. I promise. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” 

He’s never been one to ask you for things like this in bed. He’s all about pleasing you, giving you everything. Your ecstasy has always provided him with his own, so you’re a little thrown hearing him ask for something in such a desperate tone. 

You return the soft kiss on his cheek. “Okay. Let me know if you want me to tone it down.” 

He nods, sighing when you lock your ankles in the small of his back. 

Your bodies are pressed so closely that you can almost feel his heartbeat as his thrusts pick up again. He’s shaking, maybe from his injuries, maybe from the anticipation when your teeth graze against his neck. You test the waters by giving little nips to the sensitive skin.  

His breath hitches, his hips stuttering a bit. “Please. Baby, please.”

You let your hands fall a bit from his hair, landing on his broad shoulders. Your teeth migrate down as well and bite down into his other shoulder. 

He thrusts so deeply into you that you scream into the bite, teeth sinking even further. 

“Oh. Oh fuck“ he moans. “Thank you baby. Fuck.” 

You remove your teeth, the taste of iron on your tongue. White hot terror sears through you when you see a small trail of blood trickle down his shoulder and drip onto your skin. You freeze, reaching for the wound. 

“Sanji-“ 

“Don’t apologize” he interjects quickly. “Feels so good.” 

He readjusts himself so he’s higher on your body, your knees nearly touching your shoulders. The position burns nearly every muscle in your body, but his cock is so deep that you can’t bring yourself to care.

“So full” you mumble, head lolling back into the pillows. “Fuck, Sanji. More for me, sweet boy.”

Sanji takes the opportunity to kiss your throat, drawing the tip of his tongue up until he can kiss at your chin, your cheeks. It clear that he’s eating the praise up, hips stuttering with each thrust after it leaves your lips. 

“I love you” he groans into your skin. “Fuck, I love you. So close.” 

You don’t know what’s coming over you, but you let your fingernails drag down Sanji’s back until your hands reach his behind. You’re desperate for him. You claw at his toned bum, hips, back. You know you’re leaving marks, but you’re too far gone now. His thrusts are deep and hard, his cock barely leaving your body as he chases his high.  

“So good, baby” you praise him, words pouring from your lips like honey. “So good, Sanji. Let go for me.” 

He whines into your neck. He’s trembling above you, body weight almost completely pressed down onto your as he nips and sucks at your neck. 

God, you’re both going to be marked up to hell tomorrow. You’ll never hear the end of it from Nami, but you don’t care.

You have your Sanji. He’s with you. He’s in you. You have everything you need. 

“Fuck” Sanji cries suddenly. “I can’t…I can’t, baby.” 

Contrary to the rest of the evening, you gently kiss his cheek. “Tell me what you need.”

He pulls his face away from you, but you’re stunned to find tears streaming down his face. 

“Sanji” you gasp, reaching up to wipe them away with your thumb. 

His eyes flutter closed as he continues to fuck into you. “I need…fuck, you. More. Anything.”

You cradle his face in your hands and bring his forehead down to meet yours. His tears dripping onto your cheeks is like a baptism, washing the horror, the pain, the terror of the last few days. The sins you engaged in to bring him back to you are cleaned from your soul when he buries himself into you and finally finds his peak. You’re right behind him, the heat of it all pushing you rapidly over the edge as you cling to him for some sort of balance. 

He cries your name in a broken, quiet voice as he lazily thrusts through his orgasm. You’re enamored by his huffing breath and quiet whines. It’s perfect. It’s Sanji. 

He’s with you. He’s safe.

You don’t know how much time passes after. Sanji rolls onto his back, holding you on top of him with a grip that almost feels fearful. You speak to him a hushed tone while you stroke his skin. 

“I’m here. No one’s gonna take me from you.”

“You’re safe. You’re home.” 

“I’m not letting you go again.” 

He continues to silently cry, but it feels almost like a release. His breathing slows and his heart calms as the tears flow, his muscles easing until the two of you are tangled together in a comfortable cuddle. 

After what seems like hours, you prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him.

He smiles at you, a real smile despite his eyes still being swollen from his tears. 

“Hi” he whispers. 

You push his bangs out of his eyes. “Hi. I think I need a shower.” 

He pouts. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

The warmth in your heart from seeing your husband’s typical goofiness is indescribable.You’re no fool. You know it’s going to be awhile before he’s himself again, and you know that this experience is always going to be a shadow that gazes at the two of you every now again. But, if you can just hold onto him, hold him together when he begins to fray, you’re confident that the two of you can grin and bear it together. 

You lean down to kiss his nose. He can’t maintain the pout when you do, lips breaking into a smile. 

“You should check to see if Chopper is still awake” you urge him, knowing that night-owl doctor is surely still in his room mixing away with his medicines. “Have him take a look at that burn, and then we can go to sleep.” 

You know that it’s the post-sex brain fog that makes him give in, but a win is a win.

“Fine” he caves. “But hurry back. I never wanna sleep without my beauty again.” 

The two of you untangle your bodies and throw on whatever clothes you can find, but as sanji reaches for the doorknob, you stop him. 

“Ji?” You begin, walking up behind your husband and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Anything for my sweet.”

You hesitate, not wanting to upset him further, but knowing you won’t be able to rest with the question still lingering in your mind. 

“What did you mean when you said ‘it makes me feel human’?” You breathe, the question feeling sour on your lips. 

Sanji is quiet for a solid two minutes. You don’t rush him, but you do grow nervous when his grip on your hands tightens. 

Finally, he tangles his fingers with yours and sighs. 

“They’re barely human beings” he whispers. “My brothers, I mean. They don’t…they don’t feel anything.” 

You and Sanji had a conversation about his siblings in the hours after leaving Tatto, but he didn’t want to go too deeply into it. You stay quiet, waiting for him to be ready to speak. 

“It’s part of the reason I always have my hands all over you” he tells you, a small change in his voice making you lift your head a bit. “Besides, ya know, your stunning and indescribable beauty.” 

You tickle his belly a bit, earning a small laugh before he continues speaking. 

“I figure that if I can touch you and feel my heart beat faster, or see you naked and still get nervous, then I win. I can still feel.” 

You kiss his bare back. “I don’t want that to include hurting yourself or letting other people hurt you.”

“It doesn’t” he promises you. “But to let you bite me or scratch me and be able to trust that you won’t take it too far is about as vulnerable as I can get. I like trusting you. I like testing that boundary, if that makes any sort of sense. Every time I do, I get reassured that I’m loved.”

The tears are instant. Never, not a single time in your relationship has Sanji acknowledged that he is, in fact, incredibly loved. He always darts his eyes away and gives an awkward laugh when you remind him. 

‘I’m loved.’

It’s the most amazing thing he’s ever said you. 

“I fucking love you” you breathe. “I missed you, Sanji.” 

He sighs at the feeling of your lips tracing along the skin of his back. “I missed being able to trust someone around me. I love you.”

“I trust you” you assure him, bringing your kisses across his aching shoulders. “Do you trust me?” 

“With my soul.” 

#sanji #black leg sanji #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #angst #smut #fluff

[justcallmesakira]

"WINE AND LOVEBITES"

Sypnosis: You lover bought a new wine today but he prefers tasting something else, afterall it is his birthday.

Genre: suggestive *very*, romance

Warnings: sfw! lovebites, hickeys, reader buys cake from drug dealer ^^

Chuuya x fem! reader (no prns mentioned tho)

A/N: this was actually a gift for @rusmii who is literally DOWN BAD for him. i dont get why you all simp for chuuya! But like it is his birthday sooo!

You adjusted the table to the right size and heaved a sigh of accomplishment. Chuuya was coming home early yonight and whats better than surprising him with a yummy dinner with his favorite wine.

Ding ding!

"Oh! Must be chuuya!" you put out your thoughts as you rush to open the door.

You welcome chuuya's smiling figure inside, looks like he already knew. "Tough day at work, sweetheart"

"i see, well I got the perfect solution to that!" you cheerfully voiced before presenting a wonderful dinner and a cake in the middle of it.

Chuuyas eyes widened with literal sparkles, it was like he saw his friends back again, it felt like it was his first time seeing his favourite movie, it felt like he saw his favourite brand of wine presented infront of him..

No it was better when you were rambling about how hard you worked and burnt the water, your cheerful and ecstatic was way better than any gifts he could receive.

Chuuyas lips met yours which shocked you for a while but you instantly shook your head and sat infront of him.

"Happy birthday chuuya, i am so glad you survived to live this day. I am more then glad to have you sit infront of me with that beautiful smile of yours." you softly smile.

The ginger sits infront of you with a satisfied face.

"Babe did you just read out a Facebook quote which was posted 5 years ago?" he asks blinking to which you only smile.

"shush chuuya, sometimes some things should stay silent like the drug dealer i blackmailed into giving me this cake "

"[name] what"

You two talk over the delightful course of dinner. As time passes but with you two rambling about your day.

The ginger cuts the cake with a swift motion of time. "blackforest? wasnt it expensive, love.

"Your mpre expensive then any cake flavour, chuuya all of the sweetcakes in the world wouldnt be enough for you" you tilt your head at him, a soft smile presented on your lips as a small flash of blush appears in his cheeks.

"goddammit [name], you make me so damn flustered" chuuya sputtered. "good" "GOOD? I am supposed to be the one making you tipsy not the other way around?"

"Too. Bad!" you ended both of yours silly argument before walking to the sink with the dishes.

"Ah that's right I bought some wine today. Could you bring the glasses, love?" he has to give up arguing with you as much as he's a top master at arguments and creative insults, he really doesn't wnat to waste his energy on fighting with his girlfriend.

"Yeah sure" you pick up the two glasses from the cabinet at the top and almost stumble on your feet before chuuya comes behind you holding you in place,hand on waist.

"Calm down (name) I dint want you breaking your back on my birthday" you felt his calm voice hush the adrenaline in your body down as your process whatever in the name of shoujo manga just happened.

His gloved hands pour the content of the wine onto the glass. "only one cup?.."

"We can share" he picks up the glass and gently places you on the counter, taking an elegant sip from the it before pushing it towards your lips.

You hesitate before using your fingers to slightly hold on to the glass before swallowing the red wine.

"But you know (name).." he smirks, a snarky type smirk

"I would prefer to swallow you rather than some cheap wine..." chuuyas breathe smoothes down your neck before you could react, his lips almost attaching itself onto the skin like a leech

You could feel his teeth deepening on your collarbone, as he slowly slips the sweater off your shoulder.

"chuuya.." you softly moan out his name, your shirt only covering your mind breast

His mouth was everywhere on your collarbone, and so was his hand exploring your waist soothingly. Hickeys and lovebites could be seen in your neck, red as wine.

"Let's take this to the bedroom shall we, dear? I need to finish my birthday present properly don't it?"

A/N: sorry this was late guys! Examss

tags: @little-miss-chaoss @inojuuy @terururuko @biscuits-tragic-diner

#chuuya x reader #Chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd #Bsd x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #Nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd nakahara chuuya #Chuuya bsd #Bsd chuuya #Bungou stray dogs x reader #Chuuya x gn reader #chuuya x fem!reader

[ivykim]

SIM(P) JAEYUN STRIKES

VIDEO START ▶️

— welcome to the video. thank you for clicking on it! today, I’ll be bringing you on a journey of various moments where jake is practically down bad for ivy

DANCE JAM LIVE #071223

since everyone was doing their own thing and dancing to their song, ivy does the same thing. it was quite honestly a mini party. all of them were dressed in something quite formal due to having schedules in the morning/afternoon.

ivy was wearing this

she looked gorgeous. everyone single one of the boys had their jaws dropped when she walked into the room wearing that. one person though had their mouths way more wide open than the others.

“jake, close your mouth.” jay says. the boy listens but he’s still mesmerised by ivy.

“noona is so pretty…” jake mumbles. anywhere she went, jake’s eyes would follow her figure.

�� here we have prime example of sim(p) jaeyun

vivi x jake vlog (spoilers??)

— vivi says the vlog will be uploaded eventually (belift I’m watching you🫵🏻) but she posted a snippet of it on weverse

IVY🌟 POSTED: who are you calling cute? you’re cuter jaeyun🙄 *video attached*

from what it seems, it’s just ivy and jake walking around the rented home’s mini garden. there, they spotted a cat and ivy gasps.

jake goes to film her as ivy passes the camera to him. she kneels down to the cat and allows it to sniff her. it easily gets comfortable with her and ivy happily pets it.

“jaeyun~ the kitty is so cute.” she says in a pouty voice.

jake’s heart tugs as ivy speaks in a cute voice.

“cute.” he mumbles behind the camera. which obviously was caught in the video bc Ivy wouldn’t have posted it if it wasn’t caught.

— aww the jaeun ship is sailing!

a compilation of behind episodes with jake and ivy

#1. “noona, please!”

jake loves asking for permission from ivy and ivy grew to love hearing the boys (who are younger than her) calling her noona. it took a while for her to accept it but she likes being called noona now!

“I want that one. please? can I have a bite?” jake says as he watches ivy biting onto her popsicle.

“say please.”

“noona, please!” jake pouts. Ivy turns to the camera and points to it.

“DID YOU CATCH THAT?? JAKE DOES HAVE AEYGO! ENGENEs YOUR WELCOME!!”

#2. “noona, can I have a hug?”

jake loves hugs from ivy. no particular reason. she’s just the perfect height and size for him to hug. ivy does love giving hugs to all of them though. especially when they need extra energy.

she stands in the middle and everyone lines up. she gives each boy a hug. ni-ki hugs longer as he happily enjoys being in her arms.

“yah! it’s my turn.” jake huffs.

“no.” ni-ki says as his voice was a little muffled being in ivy’s arms. ivy pats the younger boy’s back.

“riki, it’s jake time. I’ll come to your room later to cuddle with you more okay? you big baby.” ni-ki grumbles before peeling himself off ivy. he walks away to tackle jungwon instead. clearly not done being clingy.

jake finally smiles, “noona, can I have a hug?”

“yes, you can.” she holds out her arms. jake happily jumps in her arms. his arms finding home around her waist and hers finding their way around his neck.

— love how the staff recorded this whole thing and captioned it “ivy’s hug service. free of charge.”

#3. “please, tell me there isn’t a ghost…NOONA I’M SCARED!”

as ivy is a psychic medium. she can see and feel ghosts. the boys don’t necessarily like whenever ivy mentions there is a ghost so she usually doesn’t say it.

but if something is off, ivy will definitely voice out.

“not to alarm any of you but excuse me while I just do this for a bit.” ivy stands up from her seat and starts moving towards the corner of the room.

“oh lord. she’s at it again.” jay sighs.

“the demon is back.” sunoo adds.

“please tell me there isn’t a ghost…” jake says as he watches ivy getting closer to the corner. the three of them watched her point in the top corner. she scolds whatever that is in that corner and tells them to leave immediately.

“okay, this guy is stubborn.”

“what guy. noona? please tell me…”

“just an 8ft shadow dude in the corner. it looks like those spiders but giant and has 2 legs like us.”

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT! NOONA I’M SCARED!” jake says.

#4. “LETS GIVE IT UP FOR KIM FUCKING HAEUN!!”

of course. there had to be engenes recording this part. it’s a concert! they had to perform. with them being in America, the managers were more chill. so jake decided to take advantage of that and give some appreciation for ivy.

everyone was hyped up. ivy had a solo performance at the concert that she prepared so the boys wanted to hype the engenes up.

“ENGENEs! are you ready for ivy’s performance?” they yelled. ENGENEs screaming out loud.

“I can’t hear you? ARE YOU READY FOR IVY?” jay instigates. the ENGENEs screamed even louder. the nod their heads in approval.

“THEN LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR KIM FUCKING HAEUN!!” jake yells. it causes ENGENEs to scream even louder as jake cusses just to introduce ivy.

safe to say, ivy was very hyped during her solo performance.

#5. “oh good lord.” *trips on his own foot*

it was comeback as per usual and ivy’s stylist wanted to try something new. her outfit had different cuts and holes to make it more sexier so ivy looked really good.

sunoo interviews her with the camera and was busy filming fun little contents with her. that’s when jake walks in. his eyes fell upon her outfit.

“oh good lord.” he says as he trips on his own foot while staring at ivy. sunoo laughs, zooming into jake.

“jake hyung, are you okay?” sunoo asks in between laughs.

“y-yeah! just tripped somehow.” he says embarrassingly, clearly he was caught off guard.

#6. “would you date haeun noona? yes.” *with no hesitation*

jake was live during one of the America stops and so he decided to read some comments while listening to some music.

many of them were basically asking where the other members were and just asking him to do aeygo. the typical thing. that is until one question caught jake’s eye

“would you date haeun noona? yes.” with not a single hesitation in his voice. he moves on from there it causes a whole ruckus in the fandom and shippers.

#7. “KIM HAEUN! KIM HAEUN!”

jake was always ivy’s biggest fanboy as shown in the past few videos. in this en-o’clock episode where they played sports, it even more obvious.

“whoever gets ivy noona on their team instantly wins.” jungwon says.

with the teams split with the usual decision of rock paper scissors, heeseung falls to his knees.

“no, this is unfair.”

“HAH! WE GOT IVY NOONA.” sunghoon points and laughs at the other team.

“now, what do you mean unfair.” ivy says as she stares right at the two tallest boys. “if anything, I should feel unfair.”

the games start. it felt like a war zone, each of the boys getting more and more competitive. as it was ivy’s turn, she holds up the bow.

“KIM HAEUN! KIM HAEUN!” jake cheers. the editors placed a quick edited pompom and puppy ears on jake as he cheers ivy on.

[PUPPY JAKE cheering on IVY]

#8. "10 facts you didn't know about vivi noona, she's not yours."

during this live, there were tons of ENGENEs talking about the fact that ivy looked so good in her new hair. this time, she decided to go all natural and dyed her hair dark brown, similar to jay's colour.

"ivy looks so pretty with brown hair." ivy reads out in english. "aww thank you, i bet you guys are prettier." she gives a small heart to the ENGENEs.

"ivy is so perfect, she's so pretty and she's mine." jake reads.

"aww, yes ENGENEs. i'm yours." she blows kisses. jake snorts and rolls his eyes playfully.

"ENGENEs, i have some facts about noona you didn't know. wanna hear it?"

ivy tilts her head, "tmi today?"

jake hums, "here are 10 facts you didn't know about vivi noona, she's not yours." jake smiles.

"now, jaeyun-"

[video bleeps]

#9. "why is everyone calling vivi noona a mother?" "i mean, yeah. you're right. she's the mother. the mother to our kids."

and yet another live from jake but this time, he was solo. he decided to go live after their concert. despite him being tired, he wanted to make ENGENEs feel loved so he turned on the live.

"where is ivy?" he hums. "i think she's sleeping. she was really tired after the concert. she almost slept with her outside clothes on so there's that."

"hmm? tmi? yeah, that's true."

"oh, you guys saw her outfit today at the concert? yeah, the stylist tried something for her."

he reads through more of the comments, "why is everyone calling vivi noona a mother?"

that is until he had a bright idea in his brain. "i mean, yeah. you're right. she's the mother. the mother to our kids."

— MOTHER TO YOUR WHAT? WHAT KIDS SIR??

#10. "sorry, you can’t have noona. she’s mine.”

at an offline fansign during dark blood era, fans were enjoying ivy’s outfit style and the fact that she got a solo part during the second chorus of ‘Bite Me’. which led to tons of ENGENEs talking about how they would like to marry her.

there were tons asking her one by one the same questions. “are you single?” / “haeunie, can I be your girlfriend/boyfriend?”

so since jake was after ivy, the ENGENEs would continue to talk about her to jake.

“jaeyun-ah, can I marry ivy?”

“mmm, no.”

“why?”

"sorry, you can’t have noona. she’s mine.”

— okay, possessive boyfriend let’s go??

#11. “noona makes me feel safe. she knows when i feel anxious and nervous so she pays great attention to the little things.”

to end of the video, I would like to mention the interview where jake praised ivy. this was during one of their earlier days.

— “what is it like to have ivy on the team?”

jake reads the question. he hums, “noona…she’s just amazing.”

“despite, us thinking we would be just any normal boy group during I-LAND, seeing ivy noona and the many other girl contestants doing their best made me realise that we were all fighting for the same dream.”

“so when noona was announced, I wasn’t surprised. she’s amazing, heeseung hyung level of talent. what surprised me was that she cried a lot, she thought that she wouldn’t debut. she had a lot of doubts because they never announced other girls to debut with her so it was just her and us.”

“she started to feel down. worried that the fans wouldn’t like her but eventually, with a lot of encouragement and the positive comments praising her, she gained more confidence and started showing her true colours.” jake laughs.

“for me, noona makes me feel safe. she knows when i feel anxious and nervous so she pays great attention to the little things.”

“in fact, she knows whenever anyone feels down and tries to lighten the mood. she actually hates whenever it’s too serious when it’s not supposed to be. I remember her complaining about how all of us were too tense during practice and that we need to loosen up. true enough, when we loosened up, we did better.”

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[sissylittlefeather]

Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 9

A/N: Ahhhh, the penultimate chapter! There was so much screaming after the last one! Will your screams be satisfied?! Please keep reading and commenting. I live for it! Love you all 🩷🩷

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Warnings: not much, alcohol use, cussing, kissing, angst

Word count: ~2.2k

Later that night, as Sonny sleeps peacefully on his pillow beside her, Vivian cries herself to sleep, silent tears streaming down her face.

******

Elvis paces Graceland almost constantly while Sonny and Vivian are gone on their honeymoon. When they come back, he hosts a party to welcome them home, but it's a thinly veiled excuse for him to see Viv again. He knows Priscilla isn't stupid. She has to be able to tell something is going on with him, but he's not really sure he cares. There seems to be something distracting her these days too.

On the day of the party, Elvis is on edge trying to make sure everything is perfect. By the time Sonny and Viv finally arrive, he's so worked up he's chain smoking cigarillos and his stomach is filled with butterflies like he's a teenager. He stands in the foyer smiling awkwardly. She looks even more beautiful than he imagined and he's dying to take her in his arms and kiss her the way he really wants to, but all of a sudden Sonny is there shaking his hand.

"Can we talk, boss?"

"Oh, um, sure can I just... I want to-" He gestures to Viv but Sonny cuts him off.

"No, we need to talk now." Elvis looks back at Viv as Sonny ushers him into the kitchen for some privacy.

"What is it, Sonny?" Elvis asks, clearly annoyed.

"I know about the wedding." The butterflies in his stomach freeze.

"What about the wedding?" He asks, praying Sonny isn't talking about what he thinks he's talking about.

"About you and Vivian. Jerry told me." Elvis shifts uncomfortably. "You're my friend and I know you. I know you're not trying to break up my marriage. So I'm asking you to stay away. Please. I know y'all have always had a thing, but she's my wife now. Please let us be happy."

Elvis looks at him in stunned silence. He never dreamed Sonny knew, but more than that he never imagined this is how he would react. Stay away? Now, when they're so close to finally being what he wants?

"I'm begging you, Elvis."

Elvis nods slowly. Sonny has been a good friend to him for too many years to count. He hears himself agree to stay away, still not sure he'll be able to keep that promise. But he makes it anyway.

******

Vivian is shocked and confused by Elvis's distance before he eventually leaves for Vegas in January. She's not sure what she expected, but it wasn't for him to avoid her completely. Maybe the guilt of what happened between them finally got to him. Or maybe he realized that he really didn't want her. Either way, she tries to keep her mourning silent and contained, focusing on her modeling career and her new husband.

Sonny is the perfect picture of a doting husband. Something about the marriage seems to have sent him into a lovestruck tailspin and he showers her with affection and lavish gifts. If she didn't know any better, she'd swear he was trying to prove something to her. Still, she misses Elvis. She appreciates all of the attention, but she can't help wishing it was Elvis doing all of it for her.

******

At the end of February, Elvis comes home from Vegas to find Priscilla in a state. She's crying and frantic and if he's being honest, he's more annoyed than concerned. He's spent the last two months longing for Viv and trying to convince himself that Cilla is a good wife and their marriage is worth saving. This isn't helping her case.

"Calm down, Cil, what is it?" She finally comes and sits next to him on the edge of their bed. He's hoping she's not going to try to make love to him for whatever reason. She's his wife and he'll do it, but he can't guarantee he won't imagine Viv and that makes it hard for him to moan the correct name.

"I can't do this." She shakes her head and wrings her hands.

"Can't do what, Cil? Just tell me what's going on."

"I can't stay here. With you." His mouth drops. That was not anywhere on his list of possibilities for what was going to happen.

"You can't... what?" She stands up and walks away from him.

"I can't stay with you. I have to leave. I'm... I just have to go."

"Priscilla, why? What happened?" She turns back to him with tears in her eyes.

"I'm in love with someone else." His heart drops. The fact that he is too is lost in his wounded pride.

"You're... what?!" He stands up and walks towards her filled with rage. Priscilla looks up at him defiantly, her own rage bubbling to the surface.

"No! You don't get to be mad at me for this!"

"I'll be mad if I damn well please!" She stomps to her dresser and pulls something out of the top drawer, throwing it at him.

"Don't act like you're so innocent!" He looks down at what she threw. Panties. Viv's panties. "Found those in your jacket pocket when I took it to have it cleaned. They're Vivian's aren't they?"

"Cilla, you know there have been other women." He says it quietly, his mind flooded with memories of being with Viv.

"This is different! You're in love with her, aren't you?" He looks up at her, his blue eyes round and tortured.

"Yes." She sobs openly.

"Our marriage is over Elvis. You can have her." For one bright, shining moment there's a glimmer of hope. And then he remembers Sonny and the promise he made to him to stay away. He looks back at Priscilla.

She had already packed, so it doesn't take long for her to be gone. He stands in the living room as she drives away. Then he turns and kicks over a table, sending the objects on it flying. He sits with his head in his hands.

Now he has no one.

******

Vivian is home alone, pacing around her living room. She knows Elvis is home from Vegas and she's dying to call him, but she knows she shouldn't. Sonny won't be home until tomorrow and her mind is racing with possibilities. But no, she can't. He probably doesn't want her anyway. This is the last thought she has before she hears someone pull into the driveway. Surely Sonny isn't home early?

She peeks through the front curtains and watches as Elvis stumbles out of the car. He has a bottle of something in his hand and rather than walking up to the front door, he turns in the driveway and hollers at the house.

"Vivian!" She waits for a second, trying to decide what to do. He stumbles a few steps and yells again. "Viv!!"

When she realizes he can barely walk, she rushes out the front door to him. He smiles when he sees her and holds out his arms.

"My beautiful Viv. You always come when I call." His voice is slurred, his words thick. She lets him lean on her and half carries him up to the house. When they get inside and she gets him settled on the couch, she grabs the bottle. It's peach brandy and it's almost empty. "That's my second bottle."

"Oh my god, Elvis. You don't drink. What is going on?"

"I figured my wife leaving me was a good enough excuse."

"Wait, Priscilla... left?"

"Yep. She's gone." He leans forward with his head in his hands and starts to cry. Then he sniffs loudly and turns to Vivian. "After everything I gave up for her. She left."

Vivian sits on the couch speechless. For the first time since she's known him, he has no obligation to any other woman. Some small part of her leaps with hope, but she's the one with the obligation now.

"Why are you here?"

"Didn't have nobody else. Didn't want nobody else." He reaches out and cups her cheek with his big, warm hand. Then he pulls away suddenly and tries to sit up. "Promised Sonny I'd leave you alone, though. I'm pretty bad at promises."

"You promised Sonny you'd leave me alone?"

"Yep. At the welcome home party for you. He knows about us at your wedding." A lightbulb goes off for Viv.

"That's why he's been so... and why you've avoided me since then."

"Mhmm. Didn't want to break up a happy home." He hiccups and leans back on the couch. She realizes how close he is to passing out.

"We need to get you to a bed because I won't be able to move you if you fall asleep here."

"Okay." He half whispers, half sighs. She helps him take off his shoes and jacket and stand up and then they make their way down the hallway. When she gets him onto a bed in one of the extra rooms, she watches as he looks around, noticing the pink, blue, and yellow paint swatches on the wall and the rocking chair in the corner. "Viv, are you...?"

His eyes move to her stomach and he sobs. She sighs deeply as he grabs her and pulls her to him, weeping.

"I really lost you, didn't I?"

"Elvis, I'm not pregnant yet."

"No, but you wanna be. You will be soon." Viv buries the thought that she'd rather be pregnant with his baby. It does no good to tell him that. Instead, she kneels down in front of him and holds his face in both hands.

"You didn't lose me, Elvis. It's not possible. I'll be yours until the day I die. Even if it's just as a friend." The last part cuts through her like a knife and she can tell it hurts him too. But what other option is there? She's married.

And then he kisses her. He pulls her body in close to his and presses his mouth to her. She can taste the sweetness of the brandy as she opens her lips to his tongue. He drags her up onto the bed with him and lays down with her in his arms, his mouth never leaving hers. When he finally comes up for air, she touches her nose to his gently.

"You're too drunk for this, babe." He shakes his head.

"'M not, honey."

"You said no to me twice for this exact reason. I'm not going to take advantage of you."

"I promise you won't." He kisses her softly. "Please."

"Elvis, I have a husband." She whispers as he kisses her neck.

"You're telling me you don't wish it was me?" A wave of longing and desire washes over her. That's exactly what she wishes every time Sonny makes love to her. But the guilt is about to kill her.

"I can't." She pulls away to get out of the bed.

"No, wait. Please stay with me. I won't touch you anymore. I promise. I just don't want to be alone." She looks at him, his blue eyes pleading and sweet, the same boyish look from all those years ago. Something about that look makes it impossible for her to say no, so she crawls back into the bed and snuggles into him. He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. "Thank you, baby."

******

The next morning, Elvis wakes up with a pounding headache, but he doesn't care when he realizes Viv has her head on his chest. The thought that this is how he'd like to wake up every day slams into him and a lump forms in his throat. Still, his sober self remembers his promise to Sonny and is overcome with guilt. At least they didn't have sex. She was right to stop him.

He slides out of the bed without disturbing her and walks back out to the living room. He slips on his shoes and throws the almost-empty bottle of brandy in the trash. Then, he goes back to the bed and kisses her cheek gently. She doesn't stir, so he leaves quietly. For the first time, going to Graceland doesn't feel like going home. She is his home.

******

Vivian wakes up when the front door opens and closes. At first, she thinks it's Elvis leaving, so she sits up quickly, but it's not.

"Hey honey, I'm home!" Sonny calls from the entryway. She breathes a sigh of relief that Elvis is not still here. A big part of her wishes he was and they could just get it over with, but she knows that's not kind to Sonny. "What the hell is this?!"

She hears him yell from the living room and she bolts out of bed. When she gets there, she finds him standing with Elvis's jacket in his hand.

"He was here, wasn't he?!" He's never yelled at her before. She doesn't want to lie, but she also doesn't want to hurt him.

"Yes. But nothing happened! It wasn't like that! He was just drunk and upset about Priscilla leaving."

"I told that bastard to stay away."

"Sonny, I promise, it was nothing."

"I'm sure. It's never nothing between you two." She stands in silence. He's not wrong. "Vivian, I'm going to ask you one question and I want you to be honest with me."

She nods slowly in anticipation.

"Are you in love with him?" She looks at Sonny with tears in her eyes. Would it be more kind to lie? Or is it finally time for him to know the truth?

"Are you?!"

"Yes."

******

Are you ready for the end?

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[futurepastme]

Prince!Merlin Au

I saw a TikTok of a guy saying how Kings in movies didn't seem to do anything when they should actually be surrounded by people all the time because they are THE RULERS and decided that Uther is just a bad King (shoking, I know) so I added this scene to my Au ≈ 1800 words English not my first language

The Pendragons and the Ambrosius sat together at the dining hall of Essetir's castle for breakfast.

After the Pendragons found out that Merlin was not only a prince but also a skilled sorcerer, Balinor wanted nothing more than to bring them back to the reluctant peace they once were before the whole thing happened. Enough to at least sign the treaty and have them leave without any more trouble.

Uther was still not completely satisfied with Merlin's punishment, even though he almost lost his life. Almost wasn't enough for spying on them for three years, but he knew better than to go against Balinor in his own kingdom.

Morgana, on the other hand, was having a very pleasant time. King Balinor was very charming and his stories entertaining and funny, you could really see where Merlin got his personality from.

Arthur was just miserable, he was mad but seeing Merlin almost fall to his death gave him some perspective. He would still scream at him when he gets a chance, though.

“And after that Mordred never listened to Merlin's fashion advices again” Balinor finished the story with a smile.

“I didn't know Merlin could be this mean,” Morgana said with a small laugh.

“That's because you never had him as a brother, trust me, that one was almost kind,” Mordred laughed as he drank his wine.

Just then they were interrupted by the sound of the doors opening, where a disheveled looking Merlin barged in.

“You're late!” Mordred said with a smirk. “and… sweaty?”

“Thank you, Mordred, I hadn't noticed” was Merlin's reply as he walked towards his place between Mordred and their father.

“I take it you're back from the western border?” Balinor asked, “Was it handled?”

“Hm,” Merlin agreed as he sat down, immediately making food fly to his plate as his goblet filled with water from a floating jug. 

“Western border… Mermaid problems?” Mordred asked

“Sirens” was Merlin's answer before digging into his food like a starved man.

“Wait, if sirens were the problem, why the hell are you sweaty?” 

Before Merlin could answer, the doors opened once again to reveal Balinor’s personal manservant.

“My Lords, my ladies, forgive me for the interruption.”

“Am I out of time, Frederick?” Balinor asked

“I'm afraid so, sire”

Balinor smiled as he stood up. 

“Well, this has been pleasant, but I'm afraid duty calls.”

“Uther, Prince Arthur.” He gave a small nod that was reciprocated.

“My love” he gave a kiss to Hunith's cheek before heading around the table where he reached Morgana. “My lady” and kissed her hand.

“This was delightful King Balinor, we should do it again” she smiled at him

“We shall, you're always welcome to join us if you please.”

Balinor started walking towards the door, Frederick right behind him, and he didn't even turn around as he spoke “Boys, I'm assuming I'll be seeing you at the meeting so…” and raised a hand in a small wave.

“See you, dad.”

“Meeting? What meeting?”

The Ambrosius brothers spoke at the same time.

“Don't worry, Your Grace, your servant was informed and should have adjusted your schedule accordingly.” Frederick answered Merlin's question before turning to his king “Are you ready, Your Majesty?”

The Pendragons watched curiously as King Balinor stopped a few steps from the main doors, his servant by his side.

“What are they doing?” Morgana asked no one in particular. 

Merlin smiled behind his wine glass as Mordred answered “He's getting the few details before going back on duty. Don't you do that in Camelot?”

“Before going back on duty?” Arthur asked

Just then, Frederick gave a nod to the guards at the door. The doors were opened and a group of well dressed men walked in immediately surrounding the King, all talking at the same time.

“Things work differently in Camelot.” Merlin answered Mordred's question while they watched the group leave with the King.

The doors barely closed before they were opened again, this time by Merlin's own servant, Will.

“No.” Merlin said before stuffing his mouth with more food

“Yes. C'mon, get your lazy ass off that chair.” Will waltzed towards Merlin with a piece of parchment.

“Buy me time” 

“Already did.” Will stopped behind Merlin's chair and prepared to read from his parchment.

“Who are you?” Came from Morgana 

“Forgive me, My lady. My name's Will, I'm His Grace's manservant” He smiled with a shallow bow. “I'm here to informe Prince Merlin that his time for breakfast is over and his duties await”

“I just sat down!”

“Well, it's not my fault, is it? You're the one that decided to run away and disappear for three years, and now has a ridiculous amount of work to make up for your stupid absence. Can I read this or not?”

Merlin nodded, still eating desperately.

“Alright, the knight training will be done by Sir Llywelyn, the King has decided he won't have you do any training before the duel tomorrow, instead you will have a council meeting in about half an hour.”

Merlin began rising from his seat, a goblet in his hand as he still chewed a piece of sweetmeat. 

“After that, you have clothes fitting, dragon scale inspection, you'll have to do a round through the citadel at some point to show yourself for the people, I recommend after that,”

Will followed Merlin around as he pat Mordred's head, kissed his mother goodbye and bowed for the Pendragons,

“And that is all for the morning, I'm still arranging your schedule for the afternoon so I'm assuming you'll have lunch at this time, but don't hold yourself to that, and you'll need a ‘I’m back home’ kind of speech ready before the end of the evening, but I'm not sure yet if you'll be giving it today, I'm waiting on Frederick to confirm that as well,”

They started walking to the same spot the King was before.

“At the door, you have Lord Wesley with a complaint about his dragon, Lord Rathmore has reports from the east village's that he would like to share with you before the meeting, Lord Bowers wants permission for a restoration of his manor at the Shallow Falcon Cliff, it will have to break parts of the mountain,”

Will continued his brief summary of what each Lord at the door wanted with Merlin while he finished his drink, once he was done he made his goblet fly back to the table where the remaining nobles were talking about the Prince.

“And that is normal? When do they get time to think or, I don't know, breathe?” Morgana was asking Prince Mordred.

“Well, Lady Morgana, you should recall that he already had time to breathe, he had a whole five minutes of breakfast before Will entered to take him, I'm not sure what you mean.”

“I never had Merlin following me around giving council meetings debriefs before they took place.” Arthur mentioned.

“Council meeting debriefs? That's not what Will is doing, Prince Arthur.” 

“Well, if those aren't debriefs then, what is he doing?”

Mordred pointed at his brother, now standing at the same place his father was before. The young servant that once walked a step behind him, reading names and tasks from his list, now walked to stand near the guards by the door, hands empty with no parchment to be seen.

Once again the Pendragons watched the door be opened by the guards and a large group of men walk in, except this time, differently from what happened with the King, the group of men was stopped by the servant before they had a chance to engulf the Prince in requests and demands.

“Hold on, Your Lordships, you know how it goes with His Grace. Papers to me, keep quiet and no running or pushing.”

One by one, the lords left their papers with Will before calmly entering the rest of the room and finally surrounding Merlin. After the last one was inside by the Prince, Will, with his hands full, walked back and was given a way to stand at his place by his prince.  

Only after Will gave Merlin a random paper from the pile they began to walk, at the same time the Lord which the paper belonged to started talking with Prince Merlin, and the group smoothly and almost quietly walked through the doors, leaving the dining room.

“Merlin doesn't like the overlapping shouting, neither does father but he tried Merlin's method once and it didn't go well. Frederick is too formal to tell a Lord to shut up, even if given permission by the King himself. Will handles them well.”

“Sorry, Prince Mordred but I still don't get it. What are they asking of the King and Crown Prince if not preparing them for the meeting?” Arthur asked again

“I'm afraid I'm the one who doesn't get it, Prince Arthur. The King and Crown Prince are currently ruling the Kingdom, they are simply doing their duties. Those are decisions that have to be made before the meeting, and after the meeting is done there will be more to make. The kingdom never stops, and neither does their rulers.”

“So… what you're saying is that they have to make decisions about the whole of the kingdom by themselves at every moment of every day? Don't they have paperwork, training or open court?”

“Well, of course they do, but like I said the kingdom never stops, some decisions just can't wait for a group of old men to debate for hours on just one subject.”

Arthur looked at the closed doors and pictured himself in Merlin's place, walking down the hallways of his castle surrounded by old lords demanding immediate decisions out of him while he went from breakfast to a meeting, only to be met with more lords and decisions. Every day all throughout the day. He would lose his mind 

Despite his lingering anger with Merlin for his lies and treachery, he could feel certain admiration growing somewhere within himself.

The door opened once more, with a new servant.

“It's time, your highness” was all he said.

Once again Arthur watched as the last of the Ambrosius men followed the steps of the last two. The only difference was that at his door only three men were waiting for him.

Once again the door closed, and Arthur turned to find the wise eyes of queen Hunith staring at him, a small smile gracing her face.

King Uther, Prince Arthur and the lady Morgana finished their breakfast with the pleasured company of queen Hunith, and even though the Queen could keep a conversation as well as the King, with the same amusing stories and anecdotes, the minds of the three Camelot residents still lingered on the image of three tall heads of dark hair surrounded by loud voices following them as they walk.

#bbc merlin #merthur #if you squint really hard #merlinfic #My boys are busy men and the pendragons can't handle it

[satellite-evans]

Little Miracle

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Y/N and Benedict face unexpected challenges during a family gathering.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: tiny angst, fluff, reader falls down the stairs.

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

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The ballroom at Aubrey Hall was alive with the sounds of laughter and music as the Bridgerton family hosted yet another grand gathering. Guests twirled around the dance floor, the atmosphere vibrant with joy. Y/N Bridgerton, glowing with the radiance of pregnancy, stood near the grand staircase, her hand resting protectively on her slightly rounded belly. She was engaged in a lighthearted conversation with Penelope and Eloise, who were both delightedly fussing over her.

“You look positively radiant,” Penelope said, her eyes sparkling. “Marriage and being with child certainly agrees with you.”

Eloise grinned. “Not to mention, you have an excuse to sit and rest while the rest of us run around.”

Y/N laughed softly. “I do enjoy the attention, I must admit. But tell me, Penelope, how have you been?”

Penelope smiled warmly. “Life has been wonderful. Colin is as adventurous as ever, always whisking me away to some new place. But seeing you like this makes me wonder about the future.”

Y/N placed her hand over her belly, feeling a flutter of excitement. “I can’t wait for our child to arrive. Benedict and I are so excited.”

Eloise rolled her eyes playfully. “Well, I’m just glad you’re happy. Although I’m still not sure about this whole marriage and babies thing. My books are just far more interesting than every encounter I had with a man.”

“You’ll find your own path, Eloise,” Y/N said with a smile. “And when you do, it will be perfect for you.”

Benedict Bridgerton was mingling with guests across the room, keeping a watchful eye on his wife. His heart swelled with love every time he saw her smile. Benedict planned to whisk her away to a quiet corner of the garden for a few moments of peace amidst the festivities. He could hardly wait to tell her about the little swing he had built for their future child, nestled under the old oak tree. He turned to Anthony and Colin, who were discussing estate matters near the punch table. As soon as he saw Benedict's expression, Anthony excused himself and joined his brother, with Colin following closely.

“You look like a man on top of the world,” Anthony remarked with a knowing grin.

“I am,” Benedict admitted, his eyes bright. “I can’t stop thinking about what it will be like to hold our baby, to see Y/N as a mother. It feels like a dream.”

Colin chuckled. “Our brother, a father. Who would have thought?”

“I always knew he had it in him,” Anthony teased. “Even if he does look like he’s about to faint every time he thinks about his wife giving birth.”

Benedict laughed. “I’ll manage, somehow. Though I’m sure you’ll both have plenty of teasing to do.”

Anthony grinned. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Speaking of which,” Colin added, “do you have any names in mind yet?”

“We’ve been thinking,” Benedict said, his face lighting up. “But we haven’t settled on anything yet. We want it to be perfect.”

Anthony patted his brother on the back. “Whatever name you choose, it will be perfect because it will be yours.”

Benedict’s smile widened. “Thank you, both of you. I’m just so excited.”

Back at the staircase, Y/N continued chatting with Penelope and Eloise.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" Eloise asked, echoing Colin's question.

“We’ve been thinking about a few,” Y/N replied, her eyes sparkling. “If it’s a boy, maybe Charles, after my father. And if it’s a girl—”

Suddenly, a commotion broke out near the entrance. A servant, rushing to fetch more refreshments, tripped on the hem of a guest’s dress and stumbled forward, knocking into Y/N.

Time seemed to slow as Y/N lost her balance, her arms flailing in a desperate attempt to steady herself. Penelope and Eloise reached out to catch her.

“Y/N!” Penelope screamed, her voice filled with panic.

“Someone help!” Eloise shouted, her eyes wide with terror.

But it was too late. Y/N tumbled down several steps before coming to a painful stop at the bottom. Gasps filled the room, and the music halted abruptly. Y/N felt a sharp pain shoot through her abdomen and a wave of fear washed over her. She tried to move, but the pain was too intense.

Benedict’s heart stopped, his breath catching in his throat as he sprinted toward his wife. The guests parted, creating a clear path for him as he fell to his knees beside her.

“Y/N!” Benedict’s voice was raw with panic. “Please, someone get a doctor!”

Penelope and Eloise knelt beside her, their faces pale with worry. “Y/N, are you alright?” Eloise asked, her voice trembling.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her face contorted in pain. “Benedict...” she whispered, her voice weak. “The baby...”

“Shh, don’t speak,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “Help is coming.”

Lady Danbury, always composed even in the face of crisis, took charge. “Everyone, give them space! Anthony, fetch the doctor immediately!”

Anthony snapped into action, his usual commanding presence even more pronounced. “Colin, stay with them. I’ll be back with the doctor as quickly as possible.”

Colin nodded, his face pale but determined. He knelt beside Benedict, placing a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder. “She’s strong, Benedict. She’ll pull through this.”

Benedict barely registered his words, his focus entirely on Y/N. “Just stay with me, love. Help is on the way.”

Anthony pushed through the crowd, his voice cutting through the murmurs of concern. “Make way, please! It’s urgent!”

Within moments, Anthony returned with the doctor, a sense of urgency in his movements. Violet Bridgerton appeared soon after, her face etched with worry but her demeanor composed.

“Y/N, darling, you’re going to be alright,” Violet said softly, her voice soothing. She took Y/N’s hand, offering her strength and comfort.

The doctor’s examination was thorough but gentle. Benedict watched, his heart pounding, as the physician examined Y/N with care.

“She needs to be moved to a bed immediately,” the doctor instructed. “We must be cautious.”

Anthony and Colin helped carry Y/N to the nearest bedroom, Benedict never leaving her side. His mind raced with a thousand fears, each one more terrifying than the last. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose their child.

As they laid her gently on the bed, Violet stayed close, her presence a source of strength for both Y/N and Benedict.

“Benedict...” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m so scared.”

“I know, my love,” Benedict said, his voice choked with emotion. “But you’re strong, and our baby is strong. We’ll get through this together.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. “What if something happens to the baby?”

“Don’t think like that,” Violet interjected gently. “Focus on staying calm and resting. The doctor is here, and we’ll do everything we can to keep you both safe.”

The doctor’s examination was thorough but gentle. After what felt like an eternity, he looked up, his expression grave but hopeful. “She’s had a nasty fall, but there’s no immediate danger to her or the baby. However, she must rest completely to ensure a full recovery.”

Benedict released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Relief mingled with lingering fear as he took Y/N’s hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Thank you, doctor. We will do everything you say.”

Y/N managed a faint smile, her eyes meeting Benedict’s. “I’m sorry...”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Benedict said, his voice choked with emotion. “Just rest, my love. I’m here with you.”

As the doctor and the rest of the family ensured Y/N was comfortable, Colin and Anthony took turns comforting their brother.

“She’s in good hands,” Colin assured Benedict. “And you’re doing everything right.”

Anthony nodded. “Just stay by her side, brother. She needs you now more than ever.”

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N’s recovery was slow but steady. Benedict remained by her side, his love and dedication unwavering. The Bridgerton family rallied around them, their support a constant source of strength. One afternoon, as Y/N rested in bed, Benedict sat beside her, holding her hand.

“How are you feeling today?” Benedict asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Tired,” Y/N admitted. “And scared. I can’t help but worry about the baby.”

Benedict’s expression softened. “I know. I feel the same way. Every time I think about what could have happened...” His voice trailed off, and he took a deep breath. “But we have to stay positive. The doctor said you’re both doing well.”

Y/N nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “I just want our baby to be safe. I’m trying to stay strong, but it’s hard.”

“I understand,” Benedict said, his voice gentle. “But you are the strongest person I know. And our baby is lucky to have you as a mother.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, drawing strength from his words. “And lucky to have you as a father. I couldn’t do this without you, Benedict.”

“We’re in this together,” he assured her. “Every step of the way.”

As they spoke, Violet entered the room with a tray of tea and biscuits. “How are my two favorite people?” she asked, her smile warm and comforting.

“We’re managing,” Y/N replied, grateful for her mother-in-law’s presence.

Violet sat down beside them, her eyes filled with maternal concern. “You’re both doing wonderfully. It’s been a difficult time, but you’ve handled it with such grace and strength.”

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her emotions. “I just want everything to be alright.”

“And it will be,” Violet said firmly. “You have a loving husband, a supportive family, and a strong spirit. You’re not alone in this.”

Benedict nodded, his eyes meeting his mother’s. “Thank you, Mother. Your support means everything to us.”

Violet reached out, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re a part of this family, Y/N. We’re here for you, always.”

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling a sense of belonging and love. “Thank you, Violet. That means so much.”

As the days passed, Y/N’s strength slowly returned. She spent her time resting and taking short walks in the garden, always accompanied by Benedict. The fear of losing their baby still lingered, but with each passing day, their hope grew stronger.

One evening, as they sat in the garden watching the sunset, Y/N felt a gentle flutter in her belly. She reached for Benedict’s hand, placing it over the spot.

“Did you feel that?” she asked, her eyes shining with wonder.

Benedict’s face lit up with joy. “Our baby,” he whispered, awe evident in his voice. “Our little miracle.”

Y/N smiled, tears of happiness spilling down her cheeks. “Yes, our little miracle.”

Benedict’s eyes were filled with emotion as he gently pulled her into his arms. They held each other tightly, their hearts beating as one. The overwhelming sense of relief and joy was almost too much to bear.

“I love you so much,” Benedict whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, her voice trembling.

They kissed tenderly, their lips conveying all the words their hearts couldn’t express. As they pulled back, Benedict pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he took in the moment.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured. “Both of you.”

Y/N laughed softly through her tears, her hand resting on her belly. “We’re lucky to have you.”

Benedict’s eyes sparkled with joy as he knelt down, placing a gentle kiss on Y/N’s belly. “Hello, little one,” he whispered, his voice filled with love. “You gave us quite a scare, but we’re so happy you’re okay. We can’t wait to meet you.”

Y/N’s heart swelled with love as she watched him. “Benedict, thank you for being so wonderful. Our child is going to be so lucky to have you as a father.”

He looked up at her, his eyes shining with tears. “And lucky to have you as a mother. We’re going to be the best parents we can be.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a deep sense of peace. “Yes, we are.”

Benedict stood, taking her hand in his. “There’s something I want to show you,” he said, his smile widening.

Curious, Y/N allowed him to lead her through the garden. They walked slowly, savoring the warm evening air and the sense of calm that had settled over them. As they approached the old oak tree, Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise.

Beneath the tree, Benedict had crafted a beautiful swing, its wooden seat polished to perfection and adorned with soft cushions. The swing hung from sturdy ropes, gently swaying in the breeze.

“Benedict, did you make this?” Y/N asked, her voice filled with awe.

He nodded, his smile proud. “I did. I wanted to create something special for our child. A place where they can play and dream, just like we did when we were children.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears again, but this time, they were tears of pure joy. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice trembling. “Thank you.”

Benedict wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “We’re going to make so many wonderful memories here,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “I can’t wait to see our child swinging and laughing under this tree.”

Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his love envelop her. “Me too,” she said softly. “Thank you for everything, Benedict. For your love, your strength, and for always being here with me.”

He kissed her gently, his lips lingering on hers. “I will always be here for you, Y/N. Always.”

As they stood together under the old oak tree, their hearts intertwined, they felt a profound sense of hope and happiness. The future was bright, filled with the promise of new beginnings and the enduring love of adding a member to their growing family, their little miracle.

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x fem!reader #bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict x reader

[damiansgoodgirll]

lovemaking with damian priest??

damian priest x reader

‼️soft damian and smut so stay away kids‼️

dangerous night

what started as a simple evening with you cooking dinner while damian showered after his training ended up with you two naked on the floor in front of the fireplace.

there was a thunderstorm outside and the sudden change of weather made you change your plans too.

you were supposed to have a romantic date out, knowing that damian would have left in only two days made the little time you had together even more precious but when the first thunder echoed outside you froze on your step and stopped doing your hair.

in that exact moment damian texted you that he was coming home early from his training as he didn’t want to be stuck in the rain the whole night and after a few texts he convinced you to postpone your date out.

but you were already in your pretty dress, make up done on your face and your hair were almost done. you didn’t want all that work to go unnoticed.

damian definitely noticed your presence when he came back from the gym.

“why don’t we have a date night here? just me and you? cooking together and watching a movie on the couch?” he suggested and even if you were kinda sad of not going out, you agreed with him.

once he was done showering, he dressed up pretty nice. a white shirt and those black jeans you bought him for his birthday became his favourite jeans too and he always wore them in any kind of occasion.

he helped you set the small table in front of the tv while you finished cooking. you both sat down on the floor while the television was playing your favourite movie. you made his favourite tomato pasta, chicken and roasted potatoes and a delicious chocolate cheesecake as dessert.

he ordered you to lay comfortably on the couch while he cleaned up the kitchen and once he was all done he got on the couch with you as the movie was still going.

tangled up in each other’s arms, his lips leaving soft kisses on your neck and cheeks and his hand gently stroking your back, you couldn’t help but to feel a familiar sensation between your legs. you moved softly, thinking he wouldn’t notice it but he knows your body better than you, so, of course, he realised something was happening.

“thank you for cooking this delicious dinner last minute” he thanked you and kissed your neck again “you’re absolutely the best mi amor”

“you’re very welcome…” you smiled.

“uh uh…i don’t think you know how much i appreciated that love…let me show you por favor” he kept kissing your neck, making you shiver underneath his touch.

he kept kissing you, from your lips to your cheeks and down your neck. leaving bites and soft marks that would show for days but in that moment of bliss you couldn’t care less.

“can i touch you pretty girl?” he asked while his hands were playing with the hem of your dress. you nodded and he smiled at you.

he lifted your dress up, your lacey panties in full display for him “is this all for me?” he asked and you nodded again, making him chuckle.

his hands gently removed your panties, revealing to him the little wet spot formed on top of the fabric. he smirked, amused by how easily it was for him to get you turned on. his thumb gently moved around your clit, making you jump a little.

“let me show you how much i love you hermosa” he whispered, his lips still attached to your neck. one gentle finger moved around your clit while another one easily slid into your wet pussy. thrusting in and out, he made your pleasure his priority, wanting to take his time and not rushing anything, even if it meant staying up all night long.

“dam…i want to see you too” you half said half moaned and he took no time to undress himself.

“sit up for me mi amor, let me remove this dress…” you did as he told you and in less than two minutes you were both naked. damian’s fingers were back on your pussy. adding a second finger inside of you was enough to make you cum.

“dams…is too much…” you mumbled when you saw that his fingers weren’t leaving your pussy anytime soon.

“another one please…let me taste you mi amor” he said while his lips softly moved down. firstly teasing your nipples and your belly, moving to kiss your thighs and then teasing your pussy. he took no time to respond to your body, his lips sucking your clit and his fingers still moving inside of you.

“oh fuck…please don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

“i don’t plan on doing so” he whispered against your clit, making you shiver “come for me baby, i can feel you’re close…please, i wanna taste you so bad” and that was enough to make you cum, again.

“so fucking sweet love…i could stay here buried in your legs forever” he said, cleaning you up with his tongue.

you two met for a passionate kiss and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

“i need you inside of me damian…”you said gently stroking his hard and leaking cock.

he moaned “fuck…i want to feel your pussy around me so badly love…”

“the couch is a little uncomfortable tho…” you said. not trying to ruin the mood but your back was killing you and by the position damian found himself in, you could tell he wasn’t that comfortable either.

“say no more…” he smiled before grabbing you and laying you on the carpet on the floor. you both laughed “you’re so pretty when you laugh” he said, making you blush.

“you’re handsome too…”

“oh for what i’m about to do…you won’t think of me of being just handsome…” he smirked making you shiver. you were trapped under his body and you could feel his cock teasing your pussy “you like that uh?” he whispered when he saw you closing your eyes at the contact of his tip with your clit.

“mh…yes…” you moaned.

he moved slowly inside of you, wanting you to feel every inch of him. the way you were squeezing him was enough to make him come - almost.

“you were made for me…you feel so good around me amor” he whispered moving slowly in and out of you. keeping eye contact with you was fundamental. he needed to know how your body was reacting to him. if you were enjoying it or not, if he was hurting you or not. plus, he loved seeing your eyes full of tears of pleasure. he loved seeing how you close your eyes when the pleasure was becoming too much.

“open your eyes baby…look at me, keep your eyes on me” he said. you did as he said and when a tear fell from your eye, his thumb gently wiped it away “you like this?” you simply nodded as you couldn’t form words.

one of his free hands went to tease and squeeze your nipples, the sudden gesture making you slightly jump.

“i’m so close dam fuck…don’t stop fuck…” he kept his movements slow but hard.

“want to feel you squeezing me love…come for me pretty girl…i need to feel you” he whispered, kissing your neck.

those simple words were enough to make you come. squeezing him so hard that he came too, spilling inside of you.

it took you a few minutes to come down from your high “are you with me pretty girl?” he asked while stroking your hair.

“yes…” you breathed out.

“you sure?”

“yes” you laughed “you just tired me out…”

“well, that’s a perfect way to end our date night” he said, a few thunders echoing outside making the atmosphere even more romantic.

“i love you damian”

“i love you more y/n, thank you for this amazing evening” he smiled sincerely at you.

so you both stayed there, naked, cuddled up in each other’s arms while the heat from the fireplace was heating your bodies from the cold outside.

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[typicalopposite]

Part 4 of Tommy’s angsty backstory

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

TRIGGER WARNING: homophobia, language, homophobic slurs, violence, mild pushy behavior (forced kissing), threats, internalizing homophobia

Tommy’s stomach is in knots; has been since he walked into the station.

Gerrard doesn’t say anything.

Calls come in, the team goes out, the day carries on like normal… Mostly like normal… Gerrard doesn’t say anything, but he also doesn’t speak to Tommy. Hell he barely even looks at Tommy. At a fire when he had to help Tommy lift some fallen debris to free the trapped people inside, Tommy thanks him… he grunts and walks away.

Tommy’s stomach knots more. Gerrard knows.

Tommy is the first to sit down to eat. He hopes if he eats fast enough he can finish and leave the table before anyone else arrives. “T-Bone!” Sal calls from halfway up the stairs, ruining that hope.

“Hey,” Tommy says, annoyed with how weak an pathetic his voice sounds.

“Barely seen you all shift,” Sal says as he rummages through the fridge. “If I didn’t know any better… I’d say you were avoiding me.”

“Oh? I- I wasn’t.” He was.

The sound of someone new on the stairs echoes out into the open station. Tommy knows who it is without even seeing him. The heavy footed, slow drag of boots from step to step; he walks with a mission, like a hunter stalking his prey. Tommy does a quick glance up at him and his face is hard as stone. Frown pulling all the way down, eyes dark and hate-filled… directed right at Tommy.

Gerrard says nothing. He says nothing as he goes to the fridge, pulls out some Tupperware he brought from home. He says nothing as he heats the food up and stirs it with a throw away fork. He says nothing all the way until he drops the plastic container on the table right next to Tommy; it takes every ounce of restraint he has not to flinch at the sound. Gerrard pulls the seat beside Tommy out, further away from him than needed to be able to sit, before he finally does sit down.

“Have you boys heard about the new recruit they have over at the 115?” Gerrard asks, his voice thick with an edge to it Tommy can’t explain but, he’s preparing to use it to slice into something, someone… Tommy.

“I haven’t,” Sal says. He makes eye contact with Tommy, lifting his brows questioningly for his response.

“Uh- no. No I haven’t either, cap.”

A twitch at the corners of Gerrard’s mouth, like he almost smirks, but stops himself. “Seems they got themselves one of them queers,” he says, dragging out the word and enunciation each letter with a rise and fall of his voice. It doesn’t help he takes his hand and lets it fall at the wrist, wiggling his fingers. It makes Tommy feel sick. “Their poor captain said he had no choice, equal opportunity and all that bullshit.”

Sal scoffs — he actually sounds disgusted — next to him, and sure, Tommy never expected Sal to be an ally. But Sal was his friend. So it stung to know that is only going to last as long as he carries out this charade of who he is. “I wonder how equal he’s feeling now… probably was expecting a nice little welcome party.”

“A nice little ass beating is all he would have got here,” another firefighter says with a laugh from over on the couch. “Right cap.”

“You’re damn right,” Gerrard spits, and Tommy can feel the beady eyes boring into him, he keeps his own on his half eaten plate of food. “Worse if I knew we’d get away with it.”

Sal scoffs again, takes a bite of his food. “Whoa now, he might be into that.”

“It’s disappointing how soft this country has become,” Gerrard continues. “Forcing us to share a work space with them.” His eyes never break from Tommy as he says: “Tell me Sal, how would you feel having a fag working with you? Watching you in the showers?”

Tommy’s stomach drops; Gerrard’s eyes narrows into sharp slits, he resembles a snake.

“If he wanted to keep his eyes he’d better be looking the other way.”

“I’m telling you boys, I won’t tolerate the integrity of this station being muddied by some cock loving pansy ass faggot,” Gerrard hits the table with his fist at each word. His veins beginning to pop in his neck. “I wouldn’t stop until I found a way to get rid of the abomination, mark my words.”

“And we would all be right there with you, Cap; right T?”

Tommy feels Sal bump shoulders with him; it feels like he’s been sucker punched instead; he knows he needs to speak. “Uh- ye- yeah… yeah of cour- yeah…”

He knows he should disagree. He knows he should come clean and if it means leaving the 118, or at the very least reporting Gerrard and all the others comments… at least he’d be doing the right thing…

He doesn’t, and he doesn’t call Jay after his shift either. Thankfully he’s not waiting at Tommy’s apartment when he gets there. He doesn’t call later that night. He doesn’t call the next day. Or the next day. Or the next…

The sensible part of Tommy has accepted this is likely the end of the relationship. The selfish part hopes he just needs a little time, and then they can just go back.

He’s not sure which part of him is the one that comes out when Jay shows up at the 118 at the end of a week of silence.

“Kinard!” Jay yells out into the station.

“Who’s that?” Sal asks.

“He’s— he’s a—” Tommy tries; he doesn’t know what to call Jay, not anymore.

“He better be leaving,” Gerrard snaps, leaning on the railing, looking down at Jay.

“What are doing here…” Tommy hisses speed walking towards him.

Jay doesn’t say anything; he just surges forward, grabbing Tommy’s face and slamming their lips together.

Every ounce of sound in the station ceases. All Tommy can hear is the sound of his own heart as it begins to pound in his chest…

…and then the sickly smack of skin hitting skin.

Jay stumbles back, lip busted and a dark red spot along his jaw; it’s going to be a nasty bruise once it sets. Tommy’s knuckles are tingling and he feels lightheaded. “I— Jay…”

“F- fuck you, Tommy.” Jay says, surprisingly quiet so only Tommy can hear. He finally reaches up to grab at his face. “If you want to keep living this lie… fine. But you can do it alone.” Then he turns and walks out of the station. Slowly the noise returns around him, the whole team is yelling out slurs, and threats towards Jay as he walks away, disappearing out of Tommy’s sight; out of his life.

“What the fuck was that fruit cake on!?” Sal scoffs. He touches Tommy’s shoulder, and Tommy flinches hard before he can stop it. “Whoa, you good?”

Tommy blinks, realizes how freaked out he must look, and nods. “Yeah… I- I’m fine.”

“Brother I’d be just as appalled,” Sal continues. “No worries, he won’t be coming back after that mean right hook.” Sal’s demeanor turns playful, and he throws some fake punches at Tommy.

“Good work, Kinard.” Gerrard says as Tommy walks back into the station trying to beeline to the bathrooms. Tommy looks up and the glint of satisfaction is shining bright in his captain’s eyes; but more so is a hint of threat; threat that he will be watching him. Threat that he will not hesitate to act if Tommy slips up again. He won’t.

******

Tommy has been pacing his living room since He got off the phone with Evan. He doesnt want that man to so much as breathe in Evan’s direction, much less be in charge of him. It’s making him feel sick.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do. He might just have to risk his job, and perhaps his life, to fly a helicopter into the old bastards house. First he’s going to call Bobby. Evan said he’s doing everything he can to get back to the 118, and he and Athena might be interested in hearing Tommy’s story.

All he knows is he is never going back in that closet, and he’ll be damned if Gerrard even thinks about trying to force Evan into it.

(And there y’all have it! At some point I will hopefully get this fleshed out better in an actual fix!)

#911 abc #911 ficlet #911 drabble #bucktommy #tommy kinard #tommy begins #vincent gerrard #sal deluca #evan buckley #tw homophobia #tw violence

[sexisdisgusting]

Hello I'm Lenka Stojanovic, welcome to my blog

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