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The star above wano still shining

Sorry for the long wait on another determination. I’ve had uni, my wisdom teeth being pulled and other things going on so life has been pretty hectic. I’m still working on the law and Corazon part but somehow wrote this in like 2 days. Sorry if some people are out of character, I haven’t yet made it to wano so I went off of mainly clips online and the one piece wiki. Also I haven’t written in awhile so I’m probably kinda rusty, so sorry for that lol

U guys get some crumbs of lore for waiting so long And As always everything is platonic.

Guess which character is my favourite based on how long their section is lol

Warning: child death, described gore, spoilers for wano, don’t read if you don’t want to be spoiled for some parts of wano. Read at your own risk

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You once remember wano being a place of peace the first time you visited it all those years ago

Roger had went to the country to recruit Oden from Whitebeard and in those days you found yourself enjoying the beautiful island

It was a place you’d considered ever laying low in if the time came

And though it wasn’t a long stay there you had throughly enjoyed the land in which the sprawling greenery and light pink of Sakura created an indescribable beauty

It had been so long since you’d been there

So much so that you hadn’t realized you had woken up there once more

Wano was shrouded with an air of oppression upon the people you once saw flourish

Oden despite his short time on Roger’s ship had taught you alllt about the place he called home

And whatever happened here was certainly something that wouldn’t happen under his eye

So you go off to investigate yourself

Feeling yourself drawn somewhere you can’t quite place your finger on

Black Maria

For a long while you walked aimlessly within wano, sticking out like a sore thumb due to your clothing

While everyone else wears kimono’s or yukata’s your just in full on pirate gear

It isn’t exactly the best thing since it seems travellers here weren’t exactly common

So much so that you decided to try and stick to alleyways and quiet streets during the night

But even then the city was bustling, though it did still give a better opportunity to blend in

And it’s there sneaking through alleyways and criss-crossing from place to place you end up behind a brothel

The beautifully dressed women on break taking a look at you with lidded painted eyes that were quickly filled with worry

Bruises and scrapes covering your legs, unwashed hair with things stuck in it along with the clear clothes of a foreigner within the land where no one could leave of get in

The pretty women quickly drag you in the brothel, making sure to avoid occupied rooms and taking you to a spare one as they got to work on sprucing up your appearance

Even giving you a patterned yukata if your own

The hiding your old clothes away beneath the floorboards as they whisper amongst each other

And it’s then after they quickly finished a large blond woman enters through sliding shoji doors

Raging Anger appearing in her eyes before they land on you

A small child with bruises still on your small form and bandages that covered some of your cuts

Her anger disappeared as does the geisha woman who silently gives you a look “don’t tell her”

It is there you meet the woman Black Maria, the owner of this pleasure house and apart of the Beast pirates

You’ve heard of those pirates before, how people shuttered at just the name itself as if it were a curse

But as Maria gently looks you over, large hands examining your bruises with a gentle touch you can’t help but think you probably got lucky

Especially when seeing the initial anger that then bubbled away

Manicured nails making sure not to cause you more harm as she grazes over wounds

It’s there she asks where your parents were and you answer truthfully, that their long gone and it’s been you on your own

You didn’t think it was possible but her eyes softened more, a turquoise blue reminding you of precious jewels

She contemplates for a minute, then eyes then hardening a bit as she asks you if you’d like to work for her as a delivery/message bringer and you agree

Working under Maria is certainly an…odd position

Though you worked delivery for Sengoku at Marineford working for Maria is much different for you

Especially since the horned woman seems to coddle you

When she’s not entertaining customers or doing her work she often spends her time with you

Helping style your hair with ornate hairpins or picking out patterned kimono’s for you to wear

Fretting over your scraped knee’s as she chastises you in being more careful

Teaching you to play the shamisen and being proud when you pick it up with flying colours

Singing you to sleep on the nights you find yourself restless

She reminds you of a mother, maybe not your own but an extremely dotting one

But despite all this you still see some of her cruelty towards others

Though it’s not directed at you, you’ve sometimes run into her punishing others

Getting a sick glee from hearing screams and bones crack beneath flesh

It’s disturbing…especially when she does completely switches when your around

A distinct contrast from the motherly persona she puts on for you

Kissing your forehead good luck in the morning as you set out to deliver before then killing someone in cold blood just minutes later

In some ways it’s terrifying but by now on the sea you’d seen and met so many people that it’s lost its punch it might’ve when you initially set out

So you go off, delivering her letters and such to others in the beast pirates ranks

A golden hairpin of a spider crawling across a branch of flowers added to your obi to signify your protection and status as her messenger

When you come back to her personal residence she pats your head and then tells you to eat up the meal she’d had prepared specially for you

It’s nice, perhaps even a bit nostalgic for you

And after checking you over she sends you to bed in a renovated room she gave you that’s near her own

She says it’s more convenient that way, for you to be onsite and close for when she needs more deliveries

But she doesn’t tell you about how she checks on you in the night when your small cries while asleep can be quietly heard through the thin walls

Doesn’t say how she personally threatened the other commanders that if they lay a single hand on you she’d deal with them herself

Doesn’t admit how she itches with a sort of possessiveness in knowing you work for her when others begin to gain a curious interest in the small fearless child she now calls her own

She likes the gentle feeling of warmth you give her heart

Likes how she can find herself to be kind and caring with you

Enjoys the fact you value her company over business or pleasure

When you smile at her it’s genuine

And the woman who weaves webs decides that one day a new spider would take her place

Perhaps you’d take that role

But for now your her dutiful little messenger

A cute little treasure she’d take good care of and nurture as if you were her own child

Because perhaps she considers you that

When a mother spider catches a brightly shining firefly in her web, she’s hardly content in letting it go after all

“Which would you like for today?” Black Maria questions as she holds out several folded up kimonos. Each look to be high quality, all with patterns and warm comfortable material to protect from the wano weather.

You look up towards her, tilting your head a bit in confusion. “Are you sure I need so many? I’m just your delivery-“

“Don’t be ridicules dear” she cuts you off, then placing a gentle hand on your head. Normally she’d ruffle it but she had already put in the effort of styling it and didn’t want to ruin her work. “You work for me. And I can’t have my precious little messenger underprepared for the weather. Besides, I have plenty spare kimono that are wasting away not being used.”

“I’ve survived with worse before. One time I was forced out in minus 10 weather while in nothing but shorts and a shirt”. That might’ve not have been the best thing you could’ve said cause her expression shifts to horror. “But it’s fine though!-“

She sighs, then lightly flicking your forehead. “Whoever did that to you better be dead or else.” She holds out the kimono again “no ifs, ands or buts. Now pick”. Under her fierce and loving gaze you choose one of the folded bundles, a dark blue kimono with the pattern of fireflies in a field is the one you decide on

Sasaki

You meet the green haired fishman when delivering a letter to him while he was drinking

It was right before your mandatory lunch break Maria practically forces you to have when hearing that you ran around all day without stopping

So after delivering the letter you decided to stay with the relatively laidback looking who invited you to join due to his curiosity

You find Sasaki to be a relatively odd figure, not only for his relatively lax demeanour but also his burning ambition

He wants to become an All-Star within the beast pirates ranks by defeating one and taking their place

As does his colleague Who’s-Who

To be honest you haven’t really cared to learn the hierarchy of this crew

All you knew is that it seemed like these “All-stars” were the highest on the chain besides their captain Kaido

Speaking of which, Sasaki talks about him quite a bit while sipping his sake

The clear alcoholic liquid being chugged as if it were water

Sasaki holds him in a high regard, but for others on the crew…not so much

Sure, there were a few that had earned his respect for them but in others he seemed to find them too haughty

Luckily for you it seems you’ve gotten on his good side

his easygoing and your calm mix well together, a laid back charm between the two of you despite being very different in other regards

It’s due to this that on your breaks the green haired man seeks you out

At first it’s the occasional asking if you’d like to join him for some food as you start your break

But later devolves into practically kidnapping you to join him and his subordinates to party

Typically at parties adults aren’t too keen on letting you sneak some alcohol but the fishman either doesn’t care or thinks it’s funny until Black Maria and more responsible adults are on his ass about it

Speaking of which, Maria can’t help but be a little exasperated that of all people it had to be Sasaki who was the first to get attached to you

Something he rubs in the face of others later on

And uses as a sort of leverage? Your not really sure how that happened but he’s definitely holding that above Who’s-Who and Ulti as if it were a gift from the gods

But either way you find him to be fun, especially when asking him about his devil fruit or his time as his own pirate crew

Both things he talks about in high regard

While on the sea you’d actually heard about his crew, and though you’d never met them it does pique your interest

Especially since how can someone as prideful as Sasaki go from being a captain of his own crew to being an underling to another?

It’s odd

But something kinda intriguing since something like that happens very rarely

Since typically the captain is killed

But instead Sasaki was able to rise in the ranks

He’s not at the top like he wants but it would be somewhat naive to say he isn’t powerful or lucky in his own regard

His devil fruit also interests you cause….dinosaurs!!!

You’d got to see some firsthand on your couple of times waking up on little garden (and then being quickly eaten by said dinosaurs if Dorry and Brogy weren’t there)

But getting to see one that doesn’t actively try to kill you is super cool

Especially since you get to examine without being stomped like a pancake

Sasaki seems to take pride in how amazed you look, especially when you start spewing out Triceratops facts

Some from first hand experience like “did you know they have the capacity to tear off your head if the wanted too-“ and “their hardened skin allows for defence against other predators!”

To be honest after a long while of using his devil fruit the amazement effect of it had worn off

So having someone fawn over it is kinda nice

Sasaki feels appreciated by you, like he’s being listened to when he goes off on a partially drunken regal of his pirates days

And in a similar fashion Sasaki listens to you

For a unassuming kid you talk as if a library of knowledge was directly in your head

Along with that you seem to throw safety to the wind like the time you almost got into an arm wrestling contest with Ulti before he had to drag you away

Because who in their right mind would do that when she for sure would somehow accidentally kill you

You have guts for sure, something he definitely respects

But also leaves him worried shitless because what’s next? King have a tea party with you or something?!

Him and Who’s-Who made bets about whether that would happen or not and he has his good booze on the line if you somehow make that happen

And he prays that won’t happen for not only the sake of his booze and his own sanity

“Oi kid! Wanna join for some lunch?”

“I have one more letter to deliver-“ before you can finish the horned man picks you up by the scruff of your kimono giving a laugh.

“Eh don’t sweat it. I can send someone to do it for you after. You’ve been on your feet all day, you need a break”

Who’s-Who

Similarly to Sasaki, Who’s-Who is a relatively odd but interestingly determined figure

You had delivered stuff to him a few times but actually get to know him through Sasaki’s forced lunch breaks

He’s stone faced at first

But over time you see the chipping away of his somewhat serious disposition

Especially when people seemingly get on his nerves and his anger flares up

He has…quite the barrage of insults, so much so that the typically loose mouthed Sasaki covers your ears

But to be honest you’d probably heard worse with your years on the sea

Anywho (hah) you listen to a lot of his rants about his backstory

Specifically something to do with CP9? It was something government and marine related

Sounded vaguely familiar but to be honest you typically forget about the specifics of most things and people after a certain amount of time

So you just nod along as he keeps going off

Until he starts getting into stuff about history that’s blatantly wrong

Specifically about fishmen

So you correct him and that ends up in a landslide of rebutting his points with hard facts

And in that verbal exchange despite his biting tone you keep calm and explain what was wrong

And seemingly because you stood your ground he gained a liking for you?

Your not sure how but you guessed he thought you’d be a pushover (it depends on the situation)

But for a kid who’s job was being a messenger you seemingly proved yourself to him in some weird convoluted way

Though that might’ve also been because you answered some of his questions about some myths he had been interested in

The sun god and the star god

Apparently he’d heard about the two while in jail, the stories giving him hope of one day being free and having the power to achieve his goals

Two enigmatic beings that surpassed even you in how old they were

Two shining beacons acting as hope for the hopeless and shackled down

Giving people the power to rebel and achieve their dreams

Even you hadn’t heard too much about the two, just odd myths here and there

But with what you did have seemed to satisfy the pink haired man

But that brought up the question of how you knew those myths

Something you don’t really reveal and just write off as “heard it somewhere”

But at this point Who’s-Who didn’t care enough to question it

Let alone try and get you into trouble when you’ve been one of the only people to actually be able to give him more information

So he’s satisfied

At least for now

Sometimes you run into him on your way to deliver things and he joins you for a bit of the way if he has nothing to do

You slow down a bit to a brisk walk as he leisurely follows suit

Conversation following quickly after on a wide variety of topics

He’ll be damned to admit it but your way too good of a kid to be stuck here

Let alone be kinda working for the beast pirates considering their reputation

But he supposes that every has their reasons

And it doesn’t seem like you’d be able to leave anytime soon considering Maria practically dotes on you like your her own flesh and blood

But he won’t say that aloud

Not when the blond woman would throttle him

And you’d probably look at him all confused

For such a mature kid your still pretty naive and clueless in some departments

I mean come on! Do you not see how the scariest woman on the damn island is basically wrapped around your finger

She almost attacked Sasaki for sneaking you some sake and it was only because of you politely asking her not that she didn’t

He’s definitely partially convinced you have some sort of friendship devil fruit or something

That thought is only becoming more prominent when you somehow befriend Ulti

“So you and Sasaki want to become an “All-Star” right? How does that work?”

“Either Kaido elects you himself or you prove yourself by defeating an All-Star and taking their place”

You nod, then asking “so who do you wanna beat?”

He smiles “doesn’t matter, as long as I become an All-Star is the goal”

Ulti

The cutesy and hot tempered young lady is one you run into by accident since Maria didn’t trust that she wouldn’t blow a fuse somehow if you had to deliver a letter to her

But nether the less you both meet

And seemingly like Black Maria she finds you to be cute

Which means you have less of a chance to be victim to being attacked by her unless you reallly provoked her somehow

But luckily you haven’t! Especially when you can see subtly gestures as to when she gets irritated

She gets volatile pretty quick but it’s just as easy to be able to calm her down when you call her “lady Ulti”

She seems to like the idea of being a polite lady of high society and maturity

So much so that when she’s not angry she tries to fit this image

And she also seems to like cutsy girlish things

Both of which you indulge her in which gets you in her good graces much to everyone’s shock and amazement

To be honest you don’t really get the deal? This might be you just being desensitized to this kinda stuff but she’s honestly not to hard to deal with

Calling her “lady Ulti” or buying her a few cute charms with some of the money Black Maria gives you seems to placate her anger in most instances

Something that others seem to be thankful for

Though she’s a fierce-some pirate with a temper she also enjoys some of the more simple things in life

She likes to have tea parties with you and do mundane things like shopping or having her hair braided

Perhaps due to being the older sister and caretaker to her brother after their father died she hadn’t had much a childhood to experience such things

Not that you mind, you can’t even really remember your childhood before taking to the sea

Your parents faces blurred and distorted, voices lost like whispers in the wind, their warm hugs dissipated into cold nothingness

So you enjoy your time with her, reliving a time of innocent happiness just as she does

She gets a bit over excited at times not realizing her strength like the time she almost crushed your spine in a hug

But she slowly begins to realize how in comparison your much more fragile than her and others around her

Page one definitely helps her with this quite a bit, especially considering she was like this when they were kids and back then she also had to regulate her strength around people (aka him with her death hugs)

Speaking of her brother she actually pretty happy she’s found a friend?

He’s not really sure how it happened but he’s genuinely happy for her, (also cause she doesn’t cling to him as much, she still does occasionally but now your her main target lol)

She acts a lot like how a sister would

Though she’s sometimes bratty she’s still caring and mischievous in a fun way

Often dragging you away to play games or browse through the shops nearby

It’s honestly pretty nice (when she’s not angry)

But with this comes some genuine moments with her

After their dad died Kaido had taken her and Page one in

As the eldest she decided she needed to step up

And while she did do that she felt like she lost time in enjoying her childhood, of spending time with her brother and forming genuine connections

Being in the beast pirates is a constant power struggle

People always trying to climb to the top no matter the cost

She’s lost a portion of herself in establishing stability for both herself and Page one

Now trying to make up for it even if he saw her clingy affection as annoying

Because at heart she does care

She cares a lot about the few who’ve made the effort to see her

And even if she snaps like a twig when things don’t go her way she doesn’t really mean to

It’s just how she reacts and she can’t really hone it back despite her attempts to do so

But you see that when others don’t

And she deeply appreciates it in her own way

So when she barges in and takes you shopping it’s her trying to show how she appreciates the efforts

Or when she picks you up and sits you atop her shoulder so you can see above the crowd and not get lost

Black Maria is certainly in for a surprise when she finds the two of you having a tea party but decidedly joins in

It’s odd seeing Ulti so happy without snapping in the span of a few minutes but Maria is pleasantly impressed

Though she does get a bit annoyed when Ulti then starts hounding her to send more letters so she has more excuses to play Hanafuda with you (you let her win each time)

Everyone seems to pity your eardrums for when she squeals in joy

“Hey lady Ulti, do you wanna get matching Omamori charms?” You say holding up two of the small luck charms, she turns to you eyes widening with delight.

“Kya!! Really!”

“Sure, it’s why I asked”

Yamato

You met Yamato completely by accident not knowing who he was or why he was in the walls

But at this point you don’t question anything as he freezes in place and you just ask “yo…are you alright? Should I go orrrrr?” In which shakes his head

And then you leave

But then a few days later he finds you while on your way back to Black Maria’s

In which he talks to you

In many ways you find Yamato to be aspiring as you feel his determination burn brightly and strong

He’s faced adversity yet he stands tall admits it all

And….well seeing him idolize Oden and even pick up his mannerism is kinda oddly comforting to you

It must have been years (how many exactly you don’t know) since you last saw Oden but it feels like yesterday

You remember talking with him on the Jolly Roger

Remember him regaling proudly of his homeland and of the Whitebeard pirates who welcomed him aboard

Remember his goodbye to the Roger crew and his joyous hug before stepping off the ship into what now feels like a shadow of what used to be his home

And now your faced with someone who acts like him

Oden was a friend who felt like an old one despite how little time he truly spent with you

And as quickly as he came into your life he was gone like many others you’d met, and all the same it stings and burns like acid

You’d never met his family like he promised

Never had that giant feast he promised Shanks, Buggy and you when you’d all visit

Never got to fulfil in fully raising Momonosuke

Never had the chance in fulfilling his life before his spark was snuffed out

But as you talk more with the young prince you see that while he isn’t Oden himself it certainly feels like in some sense your talking a bit to Oden again

Seeing how Yamato seemingly fights against his father

Against all those you’d somehow come to know while technically working for the beast pirates is inspiring

Especially considering how strong they all are

You didn’t need to see them fight to know how powerful even non All-Stars were

I mean, Kaido wouldn’t be named an “emperor” of the sea and was able to conquer a nation if he wasn’t a powerhouse

Yet Yamato keeps fighting

Because Yamato wouldn’t back down…no he couldn’t back down

Just like Oden wouldn’t

You have to sneak out to hang out with the red horned prince but no one really bats an eye

Not when they just assume your being a kid

So at night Yamato and you hang out

And you tell him your experiences with Oden yourself

And much to your surprise he believes you

He believe you wholeheartedly so much so that it makes you confused

Until he pulls out an old book, partially withered by age yet loved and cared for to keep its contents in surviving longer

And in that book in which Oden wrote while on the high sea with the likes of Whitebeard and Roger

He mentioned a young sailor child that was on Roger’s ship, one he nicknamed within the book as “Chīsana hoshi”

Little star

An affectionate nickname the Daimyo would give to you

The mysterious child whom told stories of the stars and of tales untold

One with what felt like great burning stars in their eyes and wormed their way into the hearts of many

One that sang with the sea and knew secrets untold

To be honest you’d be more touched by the sentiment if Oden didn’t tact on to the end a stick figure drawing of you

Cause wow….for someone who was well educated and wrote so eloquently he really just outed you with a stick figure

Speaking of which, you’d gone years without there being proper photos or drawings of you to escape the world governments attention

But it’s a stick figure

A god damn stick figure

You can’t tell if your upset or kinda impressed

Either way it’s safe to say that Yamato hounds you with questions

But you can’t say you don’t enjoy it as it refreshes your memory a bit

Something you never mind especially when you find yourself remembering details your quickly forgetting over the years

And Yamato seems to notice this as you go blank for a few seconds trying to remember

The slow look of horror as you find yourself not being able to recall some moments

Some things completely lost to the static of your mind and time

And the ecstatic enthusiasm faded from Yamato seeing how broken down the more you try to recall

And realizing you can’t

So he instead shifts the topic

Talking about his yearning for freedom

Anything to take your mind off remembering

And it doesn’t work until he mentions a catalyst to this

Ace

“Ace…as in Portgas Ace?” You question warily watching as Yamato’s expression lights up. He practically springs up, taking out a small piece of paper you recognize as a vivre card

“You know him!” He exclaims excitedly.

“Yeah i helped raise him” you say pulling out the small sun charm as Yamato’s eyes widen in surprise.

“WHAT?!?”

King

Once more you meet him via deliveries but Maria gives you a fair warning about him

Announce your presence and do not go in without his permission lest you end up as ash pile on the ground

Fun

Though probably not one of the worst ways to die

You’d know that personally

But anyways you end up where his office should be

Never going this far into the fortress before now

To be honest the layout was a bit confusing but you made your way after asking a few passerby’s for directions

Them then giving you pitied stares as you go on your way

This guy can’t be that bad right?

And then arrive at the office announcing yourself with mail for him from Miss Black Maria

Keeping the honourifics just in case

For a moment there’s silence and then you hear movement

And the squeaking of something?

Why was there squeaking? Was he in leather pants or something-

And then the shoji doors open

And wow…..you didn’t expect that

Is he in…did you interrupt him or something???!??!

Your staring at this leather wearing head to toe dude with spikes and shit and- did he have a live flame in his back??

Yeah…this is weird even for you and that’s saying something

You hand him the letter and quickly scurry off

Not noticing the flame above him shining a bit brighter than usual

But he does

That’s Odd? Is what he notes to himself

When you deliver to him again it’s relatively the same routine as last time

Though you notice he pays closer attention

Watches your uncomfortable expression as you wait for him to take the letter and let you leave already

And when he does you scurry off again

For some reason though it happens again

His plume burning brighter than it usually would, an almost golden yellow colour rather than the typically orange and red he was used to

That hadn’t happened before

And now looking at it again did the fire begins to change shape?

But that….no he muses to himself that can’t be

It sounds vaguely familiar to something he once heard before the testing and before he lost his homeland

A legend whispered as comfort from a mother he can’t remember in his sleep

Something about a star and its burning flames

But king shakes his head

He’s suspicious but he doesn’t have much to go off now especially since the legends of his people are mostly lost

Besides not even he can remember the myths of his home

Barely old enough to even walk before being stripped of it and shipped off by the world government for testing

He wouldn’t be able remember much let alone remember it actively

Let alone know about a god they used to worship when barely anything is known of them compared to that of Joyboy

Plus your just some kid Maria took pity on, one that a few of the others seemed to have also taken a liking to

Nothing more and nothing less

But something deep in him told him the opposite

Like a small lick of a flame from a candle in the dark

A quiet glow in the sea of shadows

Faint and minuscule but there

Like a single star in the midnight sky, there shining but small and alone

…or at least that’s what this emotional constipated bird man says at first

Because you had apparently survived your delivery to King without being turned to ash has led to other messages being sent through Maria to you to him

Maria was enraged at first but you somehow talked her into it along with the fact that she gets more profit by charging for this service

Soo…. You end up meeting the learning wearing giant of a man

And somehow make conversation with him

To be honest not even he’s sure how it happened

It just did

Cause he asked about how your parents felt about this and it went into a long discussion with you

Specifically about how

A) their dead

B) you don’t remember them

And C) it’s been so long on your own you didn’t even remember where your home was

All of which he understands more than anyone else

To be honest that small question opened a floodgate in him he didn’t expect nor want

But either way it was opened and he couldn’t close it

Because every time he looks at you now he sees himself

Eyes that have seen too much for their age

Eyes that used to be wide and full of wonder reduced to that of tired ones

But unlike him at that age you don’t have the resenting anger he did

To be fair he perhaps had more to be angry about yet it also leaves him confused

How did you turn out the way you did despite it all?

A child who ended up in one of the worse environments possible yet thrives

A child who befriended or got on the good sides of notorious criminals and killers

A child despite seemingly loosing everything still keeping the spark to still find happiness

He sees in which you enjoy the rain despite the cold chill it leaves and the threat of sickness

Watches as you feed your packed bento from Maria’s cooks to a murder of crows even when your stomach grumbles

Observes while you keep strumming a guitar or keep walking even when your feet or fingers bleed

In a lot of ways your like him yet also the complete opposite

And it leaves him confused

And makes him watch

And-

“You don’t have to watch from the shadows you know?” You say not looking up from feeding your crow as he perches on your outstretched finger. You sit on the edge of the railing of a balcony, dangerously close to falling with a simple breeze “I don’t mind the company”

“You noticed me?” The lunarian man mumbles walking out from the doorway and stands by the rail as you continue to feed the bird. He watches the small winged creature, it caws in curiosity at his arrival and tilts its head curiously at the sight of his similar wings.

“You’re not too hard to notice to be fair….but it was your flame that sounded me off. It’s subtle but it’s there” you turn to look at him, petting the feathered little friend. “You notice that kinda thing after a while of being on your own. Even the smallest shift in the wind can alert your mind, giving the hope that someone else was there…but I get the feeling you know that already”

“I do”

A smile appears across your face. “Great minds think alike” your tone is somewhat joyous yet he hears a somewhat sad edge “don’t they Reggie?”

“Reggie? Is that the bird?”

“Yep, raised him and the flock myself!”

“You…raised them all?” Red eyes look out to nearby tree’s, at least 40 beady eyes stare out at him.

“Found them half dead after some villagers tried to kill them. Bad luck or whatever, but sounds like whack superstitions to me” you hold out Reggie to him (leaving out that these were the descendants of those same birds) “wanna hold him?”

King reluctantly takes the bird, the small gentle creature hopping onto his finger. It reacts….positively to him? Much to his surprise. King goes silent for a few moments, watching the midnight feathered bird then rubs its head against him. “I’m confused about you”

“Oh?”

“How are you the way are despite everything?” It’s a broad question “aren’t you angry at the world?”

You give a laugh “of course I’m angry. It took a long time to realize I was, so much had happened to me” you go a bit quiet at the last part but suddenly perk up again as you add “but I’ve met so many good people, seen so many beautiful things. And maybe…just maybe that makes me more content than it does angry. Don’t get me wrong, I still get upset but I have people there for me, some kinda healthy ways to deal with it I guess”

Reggie nudges king as the All-Star goes a bit quiet watching as you then stand on the balcony railing. He quirks an eyebrow beneath his mask, what are you doing-

“Wanna see something cool?” Before he can answer you raise out your arms leaning back dangerously, things practically go in slow motion for him as he races to grab you before you can do your trick

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?, do you have a death wish or something?!?”

“death isn’t that bad? There are worse things than death, believe me. But I was gonna-“ dear gods if he didn’t have white hair already then it would be after that

After that king for some reason keeps thinking about that moment

More specifically your mindset of death

And what the fuck have been through?

But he’s not wondering that in concern of course (definitely not)

More-so curiosity and how it could benefit Kaido (of course)

So he keeps thinking about it

And you

And ends up worrying that you’ll do something stupid again so he goes to find you

And make sure you didn’t do something stupid again that killed you

And wondering if you know how many near misses with death you have on a daily basis

So he goes back to watching silently

And…then joining you when you point out you know he’s there

And it’s not his fault that you seem to ease up to his company

And that you aren’t as annoying as his colleagues (when your not doing near death stupid shit)

And-

Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck

He quite literally goes through the 5 stages of grief

First is denial, of course he didn’t care for you

You were just some kid Maria employed and it was just more convenient to make sure you stayed alive- oi why the fuck is queen trying to drag you on stage for his stupid concert

Second is anger, and he’s unsure if he’s angry at you, himself or the situation because honestly how could he possibly somehow get attached to a kid of all things?! Let alone a weird one that seemingly relates to….him and loosing a home he doesn’t remember

Third is bargaining, no! He’s in control here! He’s can just stop talking with you and stop worrying….wait didn’t you just say you were gonna go out in the beast infested forest

Fourth is depression, because oh god he’s attached. The literal only other person he’s attached to is Kaido for obvious reasons. He didn’t think he needed other attachments to others but now he cares and god does it suck when you a god damn extrovert who’s also a magnet for trouble

And finally is acceptance, because he’s attached now god damn it and it’s simultaneous yours and (mostly) his problem

To be honest you don’t really mind at this point

Coming to enjoy his more quiet company after getting over his…odd attire (something which you now poke at him for)

Plus his wings and fire was cool

Oh! And his rad devil fruit too!!!

Dinosaurs were cool in general so it’s definitely an A+ in your books

Not gonna lie the dichotomy of chill sweet kid that everyone has a soft spot for and literally the scariest dude out there is one you find hilarious

Especially after you walked past a confused Sasaki who got a “yo” from you and a death glare from king

It definitely causes heads to turn while king doesn’t care you just find it funny as hell

You find him to be like…a scary big brother

Sure, he rolls his eyes sometimes at your jokes but you know he cares in his own ways when he stopes you from falling down another flight of stairs Cora-style

He seems to express this by just being around you, listening and protecting you

It’s nice

And also gives you the warning that he’s more attentive than most others

Honestly he seems to have a sixth sense for when you try and hide yet another scrape or cut

Like you could have the smallest splatter of mud on your kimono and he’s already figured out you fell earlier

and then calling you an idiot before dragging you to the nearest doctor employed by his crew

It’s honestly impressive and a bit worrying

So you definitely are careful about some of the things you say

But you still tell him stories

Regal your woes of adventures but frame them as being on Wano

And he listens to them all the same

Soaking up your words

One day you give to him a charm fashioned of moonstones, a small piece of gold you carved into a small star,and spare feathers of your crows whom had come to immediately love him (especially perching on his shoulders for warmth)

And in return he give you one of his feathers, one freshly plucked from his wing that you later turn into an earring

What you don’t know is that of the little things he’s remembered of his home is that the gift you gave him was something akin to a lunarian’s gift towards a close friend

He knows at this point with his flame still turning a bright gold and changing shape it can’t be coincidence

But for now he leaves it be

That can be answered later

Especially when for once King feels like Alber again

A lone boy who lost his home who yearned to find someone like him

And though he didn’t find another Lunarian he found someone else instead

But that was fine for him

“This may be a weird question, but do you ever wish you could fly high enough to touch the stars?” You asked one night looking up towards a brightly shining night sky.

Alber looks up for a moment wings involuntarily flexing at the thought of it “it’s all I ever wanted”. It had been a dream of his ever since he had been locked away and prodded at, to fly so high to the stars that would comfort him with their warmth compared to his barely flickering flame. To let a god whose name he can’t remember hear his prayers.

You both share this silent moment both realizing something about the other

For you it’s how his flame shines a light gold, dancing as they formed a familiar four pointed star you’d yet to forget

While for him it’s the fact that for a moment he sees in the depths of yours eyes the brightest star in the sky that used to reside over his home

Queen

Once more you get a warning from Black Maria about him and you think it can’t possibly be more weird than king

You walk in on this dude having a full on concert whilst the crowd of beast pirates roar in cheers for him

Somehow you begin to believe that maybe Kaido hires the most insane weirdo’s out there

Like Roger literally sometimes found random people on the street and asked them to join

But this, this is a new level of finding people

He also gives you kinda off vibes

So you stay clear, handing the note to one of his men and asking forgot it to be delivered when his performance was done

Dodged a bullet there

Though you would admit his song was kinda catchy

…separate the art from the artist? Nah, he probably did some war crimes or worse

Next time your not so lucky though

Catching him just before his concert as apparently one of the lead guitarist flunked out due to being too hungover

Queen, not being to keen to really talk to anyone because this would fuck up his concert and he was very very fucking upset over that

Like borderline really dramatically upset about it

I mean, you guess you can’t blame him but still

He was taking it a bit far by throwing someone against the wall though

You’d rather not start a civil war if Black Maria heard he accidentally squished you like a stress toy so you step up instead

Taking the lone guitar held up by a relatively scared pirate and take a Quick Look at the sheet to memorize it after a minute or two

Looks like your deliveries would be on a bit of a pause until this was done

You just thank whatever gods there are that Maria is a forgiving boss (to you at least) and that over your many years alone on the barren sea you picked up just about every instrument you could and mastered them (partially to pass time and keep sane)

Though this was also partially due to Brook and the Rumbar pirates

Turning to the still scared shitless assistant yelling at him to tell you what you need to play

Which seemingly gets the attention of the large blond who was now looking down at your curiously

Picking you up by the scruff (why did everyone do that and why was everyone so damn tall here???) to get a proper look at you

Inquisitively trying to figure out just exactly who you were before seeing the hairpin Maria gave you

But then that brings up new questions

Ones he’s about to ask before you tell him that you’d fill in for the first half of the show as long as he’d get someone for the second half and take the mail you have for him

He quirks a brow asking if your any good

And just say that your rusty but good enough to get the job done

With that he puts you down, somewhat relived that at least you’d be somewhat competent

And with that the crowd keeps cheering waiting for him to come on stage

You tie up the sleeves of your kimono for more movement and ready your hand movements

It’s been awhile since you played guitar or even a bass but it would have to do

You would always prefer you ukulele anyways but you were decent with other instruments

So with that you enter the stage via a staircase up and through a side door

Just before queen is literally launched on stage

And then you begin as the crowd goes wild

Typically when you’d play you were by yourself so you could never really gauge how good you were

Like sure, you could sometimes see your progress but in other times it all sounded and played the same

In a sense it was lonely but filling at the same time

You were always a solo, yet it filled the sound of the quiet waves and relative silence you’d normally experience

A silence that sometimes became chilling as you laid there

Days to weeks on end

With no one

With nothing but memories

With nothing but your mind to fill it

It’s why you had found yourself taking to so many hobbies

If only to fill time and oblivion

You’d hands move on their own as you pick up on what was slowly lost to you

Becoming more complicated and impressive as you find yourself having fun with it

You even pull off a few tricks if only to make the show better

Might as well show off a little when you have people to show off too

Queen keeps singing as do the chorus of fans

Eh screw it

Lifting the guitar behind your head is more a challenge due to its weight rather than you playing it

You’d perfected the party trick after many many many attempts and practice

And after a moment of getting used to it again the muscle memory kicked in

The crowd goes wild and your not sure if it’s from Queen or your performance

Probably Queen

You close your eyes in concentration

It was easier that way when getting into the groove of it for you

Closing your eyes and concentrating

Just letting yourself play as the world around you faded out into a darkness that you’ve familiarized yourself with

Keep going even if your sweating buckets

Keep playing even if your things go numb and bleed

You dealt with worse

There was that time your hand was chopped off and you were left to die

To bleed out

You know the feeling Almost intimately

The pain

The drowsiness

The want for sleep

And then finish

Your hand strums down and the final cord rings out

You open your eyes and ears to the crowd silent for a moment

And staring at you

As does Queen and the others on the stage

Wow were you that bad-

Deafening cheers then ring out and you stand there looking around confused for a moment

Then spotting the new guitarist frozen and almost paper white, he must’ve been horrified at your performance

Hand him the guitar you pat his back

Giving him a small smile and a “break a leg out there” before rummaging through your pockets to hand Queen the letter

You look to the still cheering crowd and their hands already raised to catch you

Giving a peace sign to performers on stage and then you dive into the crowd

Letting them throw you into the air before catching you again multiple times, then eventually get you to the door

Not long later Queen tries to get you to sign a “music deal”?

Your not sure what that is but King quickly intercepted by kicking the door down and burning said paper

He’s still trying to get you to preform again

“If you think that was good, you should see my ukulele game. It’s my favourite” you say picking up the same guitar you preformed with last time, distantly in the crowd you see Sasaki, Who’s-Who and Ulti who seemingly dragged along Page One.

“Kid, I don’t think that will make you much money” Queen responds as he readies himself

“It’s not about money, it’s for fun. Besides, I’m not that good at guitar anyways”

“Say that to the crowd”

Kaido

While staying in wano and traversing the place of the beast pirates home you’ve noticed an odd pulling sensation

You noticed it when you first came to wano, but as you got closer to the layer of beasts it got stronger

Pulling and directing you deeper into the almost literal lions den

You’d yet to find out what it was but you’d sometimes come closer to it

As if it moved within this place

But today you’d have the opportunity to perhaps find it, apparently Maria wanted to drag you along to a meeting issued by Kaido himself

Why? Well you weren’t all that sure but it was something along the lines of Kaido’s curiosity and her deciding that it was best for you to get more Involved

Whatever that meant

You had the feeling she was wanting you to officially join

Something of which that others seemed to agree on

Normally when this would happen you’d have somehow died or run away but…your not sure what’s holding you back this time

Maybe it’s that mysterious pull

That’s what you chalk it up to yet you know there are other reasons

Maria for sure is one

King is another

Both for some reason are people you can’t quite want to say goodbye to

But you know it will come eventually

So you push the thoughts away for later

Maria eagerly dresses you up today, doing your hair with the upmost precision

Gently directing your head while she adds she light touches of makeup

She looks proudly at her work (or is it you?) before explaining what the meeting was about…pirates politics or something

You didn’t really get it but just nodded along as she giggled

Booping your nose and saying all you had to do was just be there

Which you were more than fine with

So you go with her

Deeper into Kaido’s territory

That odd pull getting greater and at the same time somehow weaker

Like a frequency on a radio

You hadn’t even noticed it but your now at the door to the meeting room

King crouched down to be closer to your eye level asking if your ok

You haven’t even noticed how much of a daze you were in

You nod, just saying your alright

He accepts it but clearly still has a bit of worry

And in you enter

Everyone but Kaido inside

Page one being Ashley’s with hugs by Ulti

Sasaki and Who’s-who glaring daggers as Queen and then King

Maria has you sit down beside her, cooing over how adorable you apparently look

Ulti then joining in

Other in the room giving you pitied stares

But that’s before shoji doors slide open

And everyone straightens in their seats

For a moment there is silence

And then

You hear your name

Looking up you catch eyes with the somewhat elusive Kaido but for a man who’s said to be bloodthirsty and stoic his face is molded into that of guilt?

Guilt, surprise and perhaps a tinge of sadness

Everyone’s eyes are on you now but all you can focus on is Kaido’s

Pools of gold tinged with recognition

He knows you

Or rather knew you

You try to think back

He knows you, you must’ve met him before but…you don’t remember

you didn’t remember him…..

You don’t remember

You don’t remembeṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don’t remembė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don’t rememb̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don’t remem̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don’t reme̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don’t rem̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don’t re̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don’t ̸̮̓́̎̊̉̕͘͠r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don’t̸̺̪͈͔̮̫̉͊͆̓́̔̎͘͝ ̸̮̓́̎̊̉̕͘͠r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don ̴̛̺̋́͌̌̓̍̃̇̂t̸̺̪͈͔̮̫̉͊͆̓́̔̎͘͝ r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You don̷̡̰̰̳̳̥̲͎̅̒’̴̛̺̋́͌̌̓̍̃̇̂t̸̺̪͈͔̮̫̉͊͆̓́̔̎͘͝ ̸̮̓́̎̊̉̕͘͠r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You dơ̶̗̱̅̑̒̅͂n̷̡̰̰̳̳̥̲͎̅̒’̴̛̺̋́͌̌̓̍̃̇̂t̸̺̪͈͔̮̫̉͊͆̓́̔̎͘͝ ̸̮̓́̎̊̉̕͘͠r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

You d̵̯̰̈́̐̈ͅơ̶̗̱̅̑̒̅͂n̷̡̰̰̳̳̥̲͎̅̒’̴̛̺̋́͌̌̓̍̃̇̂t̸̺̪͈͔̮̫̉͊͆̓́̔̎͘͝ ̸̮̓́̎̊̉̕͘͠r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

Yoų̶̛͚͈̫̯̻̩͙̍̾͠ ̷͍͇̮̙̼͙̤̜͊́͗̓͠d̵̯̰̈́̐̈ͅơ̶̗̱̅̑̒̅͂n̷̡̰̰̳̳̥̲͎̅̒’̴̛̺̋́͌̌̓̍̃̇̂t̸̺̪͈͔̮̫̉͊͆̓́̔̎͘͝ ̸̮̓́̎̊̉̕͘͠r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

Yö̶̹͕̩͓͉̤̲̟̟́̾͜ų̶̛͚͈̫̯̻̩͙̍̾͠ ̷͍͇̮̙̼͙̤̜͊́͗̓͠d̵̯̰̈́̐̈ͅơ̶̗̱̅̑̒̅͂n̷̡̰̰̳̳̥̲͎̅̒’̴̛̺̋́͌̌̓̍̃̇̂t̸̺̪͈͔̮̫̉͊͆̓́̔̎͘͝ ̸̮̓́̎̊̉̕͘͠r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

Y̸̢̰̼̟̱͉̏̇͊͠ö̶̹͕̩͓͉̤̲̟̟́̾͜ų̶̛͚͈̫̯̻̩͙̍̾͠ ̷͍͇̮̙̼͙̤̜͊́͗̓͠d̵̯̰̈́̐̈ͅơ̶̗̱̅̑̒̅͂n̷̡̰̰̳̳̥̲͎̅̒’̴̛̺̋́͌̌̓̍̃̇̂t̸̺̪͈͔̮̫̉͊͆̓́̔̎͘͝ ̸̮̓́̎̊̉̕͘͠r̵̬͈̣̭̎̾̔͗̓̕͜e̸̤̎m̴͕͈̥̣͌͑̈̚e̵̢̟̤̠̥̓m̴̨̛̼̺̤͙̑̿͗̔̉̀͜b̶̧̝̕ė̵̡̬̰͓̜͚̰̤̯̈́̀̒̎ṙ̶̖͖͍͖̺̹̗̘͖̔͜

Your forgetting more and more

You know some things have been a bit foggy but you didn’t think you’ve forgotten someone again

How many times this has happened you’re not sure, is this the first? Or one of many?

You didn’t want to forget

But you had already forgotten your parents

Your home that now resembles an empty house within your mind

The distinct smell of something wafting in the air that’s familiar and sweet and warm and forgotten to your taste buds

Their voices muffled like hearing them rooms away, hearing but never distinguishing just what their saying

Your neighbour’s like blots of colour through the window as they tend a garden

Your old friends…..But did you have any in the first place?

You don’t know

You don’t know the answer to any of those questions anymore

But with the look in his eyes he knows you

But you don’t know him

And some sort of fear wraps around your heart

Squeezing it

Sweat running down your shaking form

Like a fawn in the jaws of a bear

Your head pounds with unease

You don’t know what to do

What are you supposed to say? Sorry I can’t remember you cause I’ve lived so long that I’ve began to forget stuff?!?

What do you do?!?

His eyes says he wants answers but even if you give him one you see the outcome

You see a possessiveness

Like a dragon and a horde

You’ll be stuck here like wano’s resident with the only difference in your case being that your given a special status

Like a prized pet

You run

Maybe it’s the cowards way out but this was coming either way

No matter how hard it always is

You knew this wasn’t forever and now your forced to do this

You have to die yet once more

Running through the halls with Kaido and many of his commanders on your tail isn’t a fun experience

But your small

And quick

And have ran for your life too many times to know your advantages here

Ducking and slide across wooden floors

You manage to loose them all after a small bit of running

Them splitting up to find you quicker

It’s too bad it ended up like this

Too bad you couldn’t leave on good terms

Or find that pull

But now comes the end

It’s ironic that it’s the balcony you sat on with king that one day

One that you were gonna jump off of regardless but now it’s not a trick where your crows would’ve caught you

And it’s even more iconic now that it’s king that notices you stand and then fall from that edge

But like before he catches you

Hand grabbing yours in an iron grip

His flame sparking up intensely

Your not sure what he’s feeling or what he’s saying

All you can focus on is static

And saying a small “I’m sorry” before slashing his hand with Maria’s hairpin

It cuts at the leather, for a moment you feel his human skin before you slip

Let go

And fall

His flame sparks up once more coming to the shape of that familiar four pointed star you’d see in moments once more

Gold light engulfing your vision

There’s a crack and then pain

And laying on the cold hard ground as blood pools

Reaching a bloody hand up you hold a small spark

Warm and familiar as you feel Maria pick you up in her own

It’s odd but she had been the closest thing you could compare to a mother

You wish you could’ve told her that but the spark holds your attention

Cradled in your palm

You bring it close to your chest in which it collides with

Sparks shoot out at the collision

Before a calm washes over you as cracks begin to form and you break away

“Oden?”

#platonic #determination!#one piece #one piece x reader #beast pirates x reader #beast pirates #Black Maria x reader #king the wildfire x reader #sasaki x reader #who’s-who x reader #Ulti x reader #Yamato x reader #kaido x reader

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laylajeffany · 20 days

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targeted ad ii - microfic

saw these on insta - ya'll might already know they exist sorry i'm old but they are for Wednesday and Enid for sure, so have a tiny scene of Enid convincing her moody lil gf to wear them

“You’ve already managed to convince me to join you in a cabin that doesn’t double as a hideout for family members running from federal agents. On the first full day of this trip, I’ve eaten your sugary version of breakfast, listened to your KPop morning stretch routine playlist, and now you expect me to wear matching clothes? I already wore a snood with you to hunt a monster.”

Enid wiggled her shoulders, holding a tie-dyed canvas tone in her hands with her bottom lip curled out. “Yeah, and you let it get all torn up! Come on, Wednesday – it’s practically a tradition!”

“This is our first time traveling together. The only tradition we’ll have is going to be you waking up breathing each day after the insufferable teenage whimsy you have me entertaining on this so-called vacation.”

“Okay, not so much a tradition, but it’s like, a thing that couples do together! At least all the ones on Instagram do it when they travel!”

Wednesday opened her own suitcase, a vintage piece assembled with fine leather. Whatever low-quality, polyester excuse for ‘fabric’ that Enid had likely ordered from a sweatshop was not going on her body. “Good news, I’m not on Instagram; you don’t have to worry about meeting vapidly set expectations of social media on my behalf.”

“But I got them special for us, so that we could still be coordinating and you could keep your aesthetics up, even though there would be no one here to see it. And I promise, I won’t post it on my stories or anything, I’d just…maybe hope that you’ll let Thing take a Polaroid of us for our cute little collection of pics on the string lights...”

Once Enid was full-blown pouting, Wednesday gave her a glance after taking out her organic, linen, hand-dyed pants that were stitched by the family seamstress and sighed. “What garment-factory-fire-waiting-to-happen clothing have you obtained?”

Enid scoffed as she reached into her bag. “I’d think the idea of a factory fire would be exciting to you.”

“I support exploiting people for their stupidity, not their labor,” Wednesday muttered and crossed her arms as she watched Enid pull out sweatshirts. One as an offensive baby pink and the other was black.

Matching? Hardly.

“These are from a small business I saw on that social-media-app you hate so much -”

“Did you fall for targeted advertising again? Enid, we’ve discussed the need to more strictly adjust your privacy settings so that your personality can’t be packaged and sold to you-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, breach of data – Russian bots, we’ve been through this. Anyway, this is a cute, women-owned online shop, not from some planet-killing application. I thought that these were particularly appropriate for us, and actually match this exact moment we’re in, right now.”

She turned them around, and Wednesday almost let out a puff of air in amusement, though she managed to conceal it before it could escape.

On the black sweatshirt was a pink heart, with a little spiderweb motif around it and the phrase ‘might bite,’ while the pink one had the same style, but the script read instead, ‘might cry.’

“Fitting,” Wednesday finally decided.

“Let’s see if they fit us!” She cheered, pulling the bright colored pastel top over her head and giggling, approaching Wednesday bravely, tugging the neck hole over her braids.

“Enid, it has pink.”

“Like, three inches of it on top! We’re alone in the woods, no one can see you. And I’ve got Benadryl for bug bites, if you break out in hives from your ‘color allergy.’”

Wednesday let out a long sigh through her nose as Enid actually took her arms one at a time and weaseled them inside the sleeves of the crewneck. She stared straight ahead, unfortunately – the maneuver long had lost the effect of unnerving Enid.

“Eek! You look so cute.” Enid tugged her over to the mirror on the back of the door of the log-built lake house they’d rented for spring break (a place for her to wolf out during that night’s full moon and for Wednesday to have plenty of target practice with a variety of weapons she’d packed). “I mean, intimidating – of course, not cute. Never cute.” She let out a series of bubbly laughs yet again, hooking an arm over Wednesday, who stared at their reflection.

It was a bit chilly that morning – but certainly not cold enough for the jacket she’d packed in case the weather was uncooperative…

“I will wear this for exactly the twenty minutes it will take us to walk to the lake.”

Enid squeaked and kissed her cheek, squeezing their matching sweatshirts together in a hug before pulling back and admiring their attire again, rubbing up and down Wednesday’s back mindlessly as she stared in the mirror. “We look adorable. I mean, deadly. We look very deadly in these.”

“You’re going to be dead if you don’t take your hands off my black and pink sweatshirt,” Wednesday clarified.

“Oh, please. You love it when I touch you,” Enid teased and Wednesday nearly wrinkled her nose at how much that was true. “What, are you going to prove that true and bite me if I don’t stop?”

“You wish,” Wednesday retorted, working very hard on keeping her eyes from rolling all the way back when Thing managed to capture the moment with Enid’s instant camera as she’d hoped. Enid let go and brought her arms up in a victory pose before milling around and gathering entirely too many unnecessary supplies for their morning hike while Wednesday watched her intensely in the mirror. She would admit – she liked the oversized top, and how it fell over her hands and went mid-length down her thighs. Adding her more usual pair of pants to go with it, she laced up her boots and waited as Enid debated between tinted lip balm. “The mosquitoes are going to find you delicious no matter what color your lips are.”

“It has SPF in it! Very necessary,” She said, putting some on herself when she finally picked one, then approached Wednesday, taking her by the back of her head and putting it on her as well. The fountain of positive thinking and insane levels of bravery that was her girlfriend shocked her into allowing it. Even more boldly, she followed it up with a kiss to those tinted lips that Wednesday almost returned. “Now you can leave a cute little lip imprint when you bite me,” She winked.

Tugging her close, Wednesday wrapped her black-clad sleeves around her pink middle, tucking her cheek against the plush fabric. In a move indicating surrender, she muttered, “This sweatshirt is adequately warm.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Enid kissed the top of her head, giving her a long embrace in return.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. And even if you’re just entertaining me,” She pulled back to look her in the eye. “Thank you. Now come on, you getting all affectionate on me might make me cry happy tears if we don’t get moving!”

Black Menagerie update is late because real life is sometimes better than fanfiction | purchase a sweatshirt for you and your moody gf here

#wednesday addams is whipped #wednesday 2022 #fanfic #wenclair #layla's >5k challenge #ghoulbabe #written in a supply closet at work and unbeta'd forgive

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sissificationblogpost1 · 11 days

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SISSY TRAINING PROGRAM FOR NEWBIES AND EXPERIENCED SISSY

WHO are struggling with their Gurly side and fantasy

Sissy Training: A Complete Beginner’s Guide

Unlock confidence and self-expression with our comprehensive beginner’s guide to sissy training.

Introduction

What’s sissy training, you ask? Well, if you’re here, you might have some ideas about it. But let’s clear up any confusion anyhow.

Sissy training is a transformative process that involves highlighting an ultra-feminine, drastically submissive persona.

For sissies, it’s a channel to locate, accept, and show off their authentic selves.

It’s not easy to find mediums for sissy training though.

Not when society is still, shall we say, narrow-minded. But just imagine it— just how liberating will it be to express your sissified self?

Many folks out there mistakenly think that sissy training is just about humiliation.

Absolutely not! It’s about finding power in being able to act without any inhibitions. Read on to learn more!

Understanding The Term “Sissy”

Some people might flinch at the term “sissy,” — a reaction we get thanks to society’s tendency to paint it in the wrong light.

But here’s the thing: we’re not society. We’re the redefiners, and so we must call out this misconception.

Today, “sissy” isn’t a smear or an insult. It’s a badge of honor, a sign of courage and self-acceptance.

“Sissy,” in its purest form, refers to a man who drowns himself immense femininity. Why would a man want this?

Think of it like a man’s breather in a world that expects him to do manly things. Such include being strong in every situation possible.

And pretending to be strong is very draining and exhausting.

It’s a man’s way to just let go. To be more intuned with his feminine persona and to heal.

To discover aspects of himself without shame and fear. A sissy can even adopt alter egos to explore more.

Does it involve submission? Sure, it can. But it’s not a one-size-fits-all label. It’s varied and rare for every practitioner.

The Basics of Sissy Training

Right off the bat, let’s address the elephant in the room: starting isn’t easy.

Heck, even I, with all my years of experience, look back on those initial, nerve-wracking steps. But guess what?

Nothing worth achieving comes easy.

Sissy training involves every feminine thing you can imagine. Femme behaviors?

Check. Femme clothes? Check. Femme thinking? Check!

The essence of sissy training lies in understanding that femininity isn’t a monolith— it’s a spectrum.

When you choose to be a sissy, you welcome the vulnerability and softness that comes with it.

But do not ever get this wrong— this “mellowness” also develops distinct strengths.

Such involves resilience and courage. They always go hand in hand, a part of the package.

Here’s a rundown of the absolute basics you must master first before progressing your sissy training:

Immerse yourself completely in your new sissy identity to commemorate your progress!

I’m talking head-to-toe transformation. And so, here are some practical advice I’ve picked up from my very own sissy education:

Dress the Part

What’s the best and easiest way to welcome your femme side?

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Your garb should also reflect your femme personality.

To help you get started, I suggest starting with the basics: a nice pair of stockings, a classy little black dress, and, of course, a pair of shoes that make you feel like a queen.

If you don’t have money to splurge, invest time rummaging through thrift stores, online sales, and hand-me-downs! Adopt Feminine Mannerisms

Do you want to look like a sailor dared by his unfunny friends to wear a dress for laughs?

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Take note of how your graceful lady friend speaks, moves, and expresses their thoughts and feelings.

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You’ll go through various practices to make you an ultra-fem, subservient to another party in sissy training, your dom.

Other participants are your support system. It can include your fellow sissies, mentors, and allies.

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killerlookz · 2 years

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𝐓𝐚𝐱 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 | Edward Nashton x F! Reader (NSFW)

description: Edward Nashton is a simp in every sense of the word, having fallen head over heels for a camgirl he'd found, whom he barely knows. but somehow Eddie gets lucky, and his favorite cam girl moves right next door, and just so happens to need his expertise. (pt two: here)

contents: 18+ content, SMUT, camming, masturbation (m! and f!), pining (edward is like a major simp in this oops), experienced reader, virgin! eddie, hand job (sorta) oral sex (m! receiving), swallowing

word count: 6951

(if you saw me delete and reupload this twice no you didn't!!!)

Edward Nashton had known you, his next-door neighbor months prior to you ever moving in. The two of you talked frequently, multiple times a week even, he knew you well. By the time you got close to moving in, he'd even contributed some help in paying for your rent, your food, and even your student loans- all things he was more than happy to help you out with.

Despite all this, Edward Nashton had never actually met his next-door neighbor until you moved in, and prior to that, you had absolutely zero clue who he was.

It had all started when Edward was perusing some NSFW subreddit one night. His laptop shone brightly in his face, a harsh contrast to his nearly pitch-black bedroom. He searched in desperation, his fingertips just barely grazing the waistband of his worn-out sweatpants, eager for some action. Edward had heard of camming, he knew what it was, he knew that sometimes girls got paid to live-stream themselves performing sexual acts for money. Of course, he knew that. But he, himself had never really gone out of his way to look for any of that, much less even thought about paying for porn especially when it was for free, right there almost anywhere you looked on the internet.

But the problem was, regular porn never really got Edward off. Sure, he could get himself turned on and hard at the sight of two people banging but, he could never truly get off on the fantasies mainstream porn sold. The men with impossible-sized dicks and women whose moans were so fake they could be politicians in Gotham never provided Edward with any sort of release.

Unsatisfied, he gave in and decided to look into perhaps paying for porn, for creators who were doing things on their own terms, who were probably having more fun performing sex acts when there wasn't a large camera crew and greedy producers who didn't care for their actor's safety hounding at them. So that's when he'd found himself browsing through a forum on Reddit dedicated to online sex workers, more specifically, camgirls, promoting their services. He'd scrolled through the various girls, looking for anything that really struck his fancy, he'd thought they were all really pretty. That was until he found you, you who blew all the other girls out of the water.

Eddie could have described it as love at first sight, really. Everything about you, your eyes, your lips, your hair, the way you dressed, you in general, you were exactly his type.

Edward began tuning into your streams as frequently as you had them, first just as a watcher, he'd watch eagerly with his hand wrapped tight around his aching cock as you pleasured yourself, your sweet moans and uttered dirty words urging him closer, and closer to release.

He was only a watcher until one day he'd worked up the courage to join the chat, after all, he was hidden behind a username. The first time he'd commented it was before you'd even taken your clothes off, you'd only just started the stream a few minutes prior and you were getting ready, talking to the chat. He managed a simple, "You are so beautiful." not even thinking you'd see it. But you did, and he never forgot the way your eyes lit up as you quietly read the comment to yourself, the way you smiled as he complimented you, even if it was just behind a screen. His heart swelled when you sat up straight and spoke happily into the camera, a simple "Thank you!", short and sweet. But that was enough for Eddie.

Over the coming weeks he'd built up more, and more of a rapport with you. He'd interact with the chat more, and more often to the point where you'd even begin to recognize his username. It wasn't even just sexual things the two of you would talk about, oftentimes, before, or after performing any sex acts you'd take a little bit and talk to the stream, just rambling about life to try and kill the inherent awkwardness of undressing yourself in front of hundreds, sometimes thousands of strangers. Edward liked that, he felt he'd gotten to know you well, even if all of your encounters were transactional. He found himself incredibly drawn to you, he didn't know if your camming persona was your real personality, but still, when he'd join your streams, Edward found himself feeling incredibly warm, maybe even happy. You were sweet, and funny, and he'd come to learn you had especially good taste in music, and books, and movies.

God, he had a huge crush.

So one could only imagine Edward's surprise when his most favorite camgirl moved, right. Next. Door. To him. He'd had no clue you even lived in Gotham beforehand.

Your appearance in the apartment building had caught him completely off guard. One day he'd just been walking out of his apartment to pick up some takeout he ordered when you were coming in to your apartment carrying a large box. You flashed him a smile behind the heavy cardboard box and Edward nearly fell down the stairs. He had to have been hallucinating- there was no way. Scared he'd make an absolute fool of himself, he simply gave an awkward tightlipped smile and ran downstairs and out of the apartment.

And even more to Edward's utmost surprise, the two of you had grown decently close since you moved in. You were just as perfect, if not, more so than you were on stream. You were just as warm and inviting despite now not even being paid for the time you spent talking to Edward. You always carried a big, sweet smile on your face whenever you talked to Edward, and it never went unnoticed by him. He'd get all flustered whenever you'd call him "Eddie," or tacked on sweet little pet names to your sentences when you caught him in the halls, "Oh! Hi Eddie, how was work, sweetheart?", "I think you should bring an umbrella with you today honey, it looks like it might rain."

He could remember one time he'd, given his job, been called as an expert witness in court during a financial dispute, so he had to dress nicely for the day. You'd been coming inside from your morning coffee run while Edward was headed out to the courthouse, you stopped him in the hallway with a sweet smile, "Edward! You look even more handsome than usual today, what's the occasion? You gotta hot date?" Eddie had never been so flustered in his entire life as he explained he did not in fact have a date, but rather he'd be testifying in court. "Oh! Well, sorta glad it wasn't the former because then I would have been, like, totally jealous." The small giggle you let out at the end of your sentence rang through Edward's ears for days on end, it was sweet, sincere sounding even, not like you were mocking him, or pretending for some cruel joke. Noticeably nervous, as he'd never been called to testify, you'd even asked him if you could give him a kiss on the cheek for good luck, to which he obviously said yes. His knees still got weak, and his face red whenever he thought about how you'd got up on your tip toes and placed a small, quick kiss against his cheek, "Good luck, Eddie! Swing by and tell me how it went when you get home."

Deep down Edward was pretty sure that this was just your personality, he was positive that you were probably just naturally affectionate, that you treated all the people you were acquainted with like you did him. But still, those occasional short, sweet interactions he had with you drove him absolutely wild and only helped fuel his fantasies.

Often times he felt a little bit perverted, engaging in casual conversation with you knowing he'd stroke his cock on a nearly nightly basis to your streams. But, he wasn't necessarily ready to give up his online interactions with you in favor of some short-lived words exchanged in the hallways of the apartment building. Nobody had ever gotten him off like you had; watching you throw your head back in pleasure, your legs spread wide with everything on display, and your fingers curled up inside you, moving back and forth, urging you closer and closer to your release as you moaned soft expletives, was usually the highlight of Edward's night.

His favorite was those rare nights when the two of you would finish at the same time and he'd smirk knowing you were just beyond the opposite wall in the same messy state he was.

But now, it was a Sunday evening, and Edward was bored at home, unsure of what to do with himself. He sat on his couch, allowing his body to sink into its worn-out fabric as he tried to ponder what to do.

A sudden knock at the door took Edward from his ponderings, he sat up slightly and began to wonder just who would be knocking at his door. Edward never had visitors, and the only time anyone ever came to his door was to deliver food or mail, both of which he knew he had neither. Edward furrowed his eyebrows, bracing his hands on his knees as he began to get up from the couch. He made his way through his cluttered apartment before landing at the door. Edward removed his glasses before carefully looking out the peephole, trying his best to make something out of the distorted image he saw.

Edward quickly shot back from where he stood at the peephole, it was you. He placed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, before eagerly unlocking the door, why were you knocking on his door? Edward swung the door open, with what he'd curse himself for being "too much" enthusiasm, and took a deep inhale in, trying his best to calm his nerves.

"Hi Edward!" You greeted with a warm smile.

"H-hi y/n." He stutters out, trying his best to nonchalantly wipe his clammy hands on the front of his thighs.

"I had a question..." You begin, tilting your head to the side and clasping your hands behind your back. The corners of your mouth extend up just slightly as you look up at Edward with a sweet stare. Edward feels the need to place his hand against the door frame, just incase his legs decide to give out from under him, maybe he could catch himself.

"Yeah-um-what is it?"

"You're, like, an accountant right?" You lean forward on the balls of your feet, swaying a little closer to Edward before relaxing on your heels once more. Edward notes you seem a little tense, fidgety even.

"A forensic accountant- yeah."

"So you know about, like, taxes and stuff- like the different type of tax forms- or whatever?"

"Yeah-yeah, part of my job is investigating people's taxes-yeah." Edward nods viciously, unsure of where this conversation is leading.

"Okay," You sigh, looking a little more relieved. You remove your hands from behind your back and begin to fidget with them in front of you. "Because- I recently, uh started a new... job." Your nerves began to pick back up again, avoiding direct eye contact with Edward while still looking up at him. Edward's eyes go a little wide and he swallows down hard, you'd never mentioned your line of work to him before. "So I'm like- technically self-employed now, but- I just- I don't understand all the new tax stuff I have to do," You shake your head, "So- I was wondering if maybe you could explain it to me?" Your voice shifts up slightly, an obvious inflection in the question that makes you sound a little shy. A pitch Edward had never heard from you, he'd never known you to be shy.

"Okay." He nods, "Yeah, I can do that." He breathes out quietly, trying to hide his skyrocketing nerves. But this was something Edward knew he was good at his job, and although he wasn't a regular accountant by any means, and he didn't directly handle doing people's taxes, he knew them just the same.

A smile falls upon your face as you clasp your hands together a few inches from your chest, "Thank you, sweetheart, you literally just saved my life! I just- I don't understand a word of these things."

Sweetheart, Edward felt himself get lightheaded at the pet name you'd called him oh so many times before. He saw his vision blur, like his glasses had been knocked off- he placed an index finger against the bridge of his nose, pushing them up nonchalantly to make sure they were still there.

"Y-you're welcome, do you want me to look now?"

"Yeah, could you come over to my apartment?"

Edward's throat runs dry at the thought of being in your apartment, sure he'd seen it before but never directly. He worried for a moment that the second he stepped inside he wouldn't be able to stop conjuring up the multitude of streams he'd watched that took place inside there. How could he possibly focus on fucking taxes with the thought of you undressed and moaning for him fresh in his mind? Edward closed his eyes for a second, trying to shake away the thought, it was dirty, even disrespectful, here you were just trying to seek out some advice so you're not audited by the IRS- and poor Edward can't get the thought of all the times he'd watched you fucking yourself out of his mind.

"Mm-hmm." Edward drew his lips closed in a small, straight line, trying to hide any expression of emotion on his face.

"Sweet. Thank you so much!" You smile, before motioning your hand, beckoning Edward to come with you.

The walk to your apartment was obviously a short one, with your front door not being any further than a few paces away from Edward's. Edward was hesitant about entering the apartment, lingering outside in the dim hallway for a few moments while you step in.

"It's okay, honey, you can come in!" You call, already a couple of steps into the apartment's entryway. Edward took a sharp breath in, you can do this, you're just helping with her taxes, you know the ins and outs of each and every tax form, you've got this.

Hesitantly, Edward follows you into the apartment, trying his best to keep his nastier thoughts at bay. But, as he steps in it becomes increasingly harder, he recognizes the place, not just as a nearly exact layout of his own, but from the hours worth of content he's watched from you. He blinks as he looks around, and for once in his life, he's actually wishing he'd never seen you naked.

"We can sit on the couch." You say, making your way further into the apartment, and into your well set up living room. Your apartment was much more organized, much more thought through than Edward's was despite having lived in the building for a far shorter time than he had.

Unable to think straight, trying his best to offer up the most amount of courtesy he knew, he exclaimed the first thing that came to mind, "Do you want me to take my shoes off- I know some people are... like... that." God you sound like such a dork, he shook his head.

"Oh! Yeah! Please? I just cleaned actually." You smile, looking relieved Edward had even brought it up. He let out a small breath of relief, he was doing something right.

Edward slipped off the backs of his shoes before gently kicking them off near the entrance to your apartment. Only then, did he make his way just a little further, to the living room.

"So, what did you need help with?" Edward asks, sitting himself down on the couch, careful not to sit to close to you. You look at him, dead in the eyes and sigh, you look lost, helpless even.

"Everything, honestly," You throw up your hands, "I just- I should have thought this through a little more, and tax day is so soon, and I'm so confused the IRS website is, so confusing don't they know normal people need to read that shit." Your voice starts to pick up, and Edward can sense some clear anxiety in your tone.

"Don't worry, I- I studied all of this accountant stuff in college, I won't let you get audited or anything." Edward shook his head, "I'll help you."

"Thank you, it's just- frustrating you know? I hope you don't think I'm an idiot or anything- I just- I don't really understand all this new shit I have to do."

"That's okay." Edward assures, "I can answer, probably any question you have." Edward shudders a little as he begins his next sentence, knowing he's going to have to pretend he has no clue what you do for a living, "What new forms do you have to do now?"

"I don't really know- there's just a lot of numbers and letters, I can't remember names."

"Okay," Edward nods, preparing himself for the question ahead, "What sort of job are you doing now? Where do you work?" He lied straight through his teeth, playing dumb. Edward swallowed hard, feeling a little sick, god he hated lying to you.

The two of you make eye contact for a brief moment as your eyes grow wide, your face gaining a light-pink tint, which made Edward's heart thump a little harder in his chest, despite your mildly mortified stare. You quickly reach your arms out in front of you and yank Edward's hands out of his lap, holding them tightly in your own. Edward's brows lower in a confused state, contrasting the widening of the whites of his eyes. You tilt your head forewards just a little, maintaining eye contact with Edward, your gaze searing into him.

"Edward-" You start, you close your eyes and take a deep breath in, moving his hands up a couple of inches, "Sorry-" You laugh awkwardly before dropping his hands, "That was an overreaction- I-I'm just nervous."

"A-about what?" He asked, actually confused.

"You know it's funny," You chuckle, breaking eye contact and looking off to the side, "You're a forensic accountant, and- the uh- codeword? For what I am on the internet is, an accountant."

Edward looked at you with a blank stare, for once, not a single thought lie behind those pretty green eyes. Despite knowing your occupation, Edward could not have been more confused than he was at that moment. You sigh,

"But really," You look down at your lap, "I-I'm a little nervous, Edward." You look back up at him, "You can't tell anyone. People in this city are seriously fucked up, I could lose my apartment if our landlord found out where my rent came from."

"I-it's fine," He shook his head, "You can say." A breeze of irritation ran through Edward at the thought that you could lose your apartment over something so minuscule. He hadn't ever thought of that, of course, he hated his landlord, and all landlords in general, really. But It had never come to his mind that you could be denied housing for doing a perfectly legal job. He tilted his head slightly, trying his best to offer his sympathy without being too obvious.

"I'm a-uhh- I'm a camgirl."

He knew that.

"So, you make your money online then?" He asked as nonchalantly as he could, "Through a third party?"

A smile spreads across your face, your eyes narrowing as your cheeks raise,

"That's a first."

"What?" He asks, shifting his gaze back and forth, confused once more.

"Usually when I tell men i get naked for money their first instinct is to be gross or call me a whore- and you didn't." Your voice has an airiness to it, a noticeable weightlessness.

"I don't think you're a-" Edward paused for a second, barely able to get the word off his tongue, "whore." He cringed. "People do far worse for money," He assured, "This city is a cesspool, internet porn pales in comparison to some of the scum I've uncovered in my work."

You smile, humming slightly, "Hmm, so you're cute and have some sense."

Edward's pretty sure he's just been knocked unconscious, giving a vague smile in response while trying to process the simple compliment. He runs his hands down his thighs, letting the rough fabric of his jeans collect the moisture from his damp palms.

"Anyways," You move your head up and down, "Yes, I make my money online, and collect through a third party."

"R-right." He swallows, "That makes you a-uh, a gig performer, according to the IRS." He begins, feeling a little calmer now that he's talking about something in the realm of his own knowledge. "Have you made more than $400?"

"That's like, maybe a day's worth of work," You giggle. He knew that.

"Okay- um- then you do have to file a tax return." His tongue escapes his mouth for just a moment, grazing his lips slightly to wet them before he continued, "And- to, um, estimate how much your taxes will be you're going to need the form 1040-ES."

"You should be set now." Edward nodded, looking up from a large stack of paperwork. "You just need to send it in."

"God, Edward, I'll say it again- you are such a lifesaver!" Your chest falls contently with a deep exhale, "Thank you."

"It's not an issue. I'm just happy to help."

"And, um, thanks for not being weird about my job or anything. That means a lot." You give a tight-lipped smile to Edward.

Edward returned the slight smile, if only you knew.

"Yeah- as long as you, uh-enjoy it- it's not my business." Edward's voice became slightly mumbly as the topic of your work came up once again.

"I do, honestly." A light shade of pink begins to creep onto your cheeks, "It's, fun." You admit, somewhat timidly.

Edward feels his heart rate begin to pick up as less than holy thoughts of you begin to creep back into his mind without the barrier of financial talk in the way. But, he can't help but feel a little, giddy, at your admission of you thinking your job was fun, knowing that he'd been contributing to it.

"That's good- and people are, nice to you?"

Your lips part slightly before closing again as your head tilts slightly, you squint your eyes before fixing your position straight up again. "Well-" you start, "For the most part I guess. You know- aside from the occasional incel who threatens to murder you or, whatever. Why?" You smirk, and an eyebrow slowly lifts, just slightly, "You looking to get into the business?"

Edward's eyes blow wide, and his face drains of color even more so than it already is,

"Oh- me- no- I-I' don't have the looks for porn." Edward feels the once subtle beating in his chest moving towards a dangerous pace. Silent expletives began to pass through Edward's brain, a simple no would have sufficed.

"Sure you do!" You smile, lightly shoving Edward's shoulder, "You're like, the hottest guy I know- But it's not for everyone, I was just joking."

Edward's mouth runs dry as his lips fall apart from each other, now he's positive he's dreaming, or that you're playing the absolute crulest joke.

"You-you must not know many guys then," Edward shook his head, a red flag of embarrassment overtaking the once pale complexion of his face.

"Shut up," You playfully retort, "Don't be so bashful."

"I-I'm sorry- just no one has ever told me I was- hot before." Edward could barely get the word out, hot. He'd been describe with many adjectives in his life; ugly, weird, freak, loser- but never hot, never hot.

"Bullshit!" You exclaim, but Edward stares at you with no hint of fakery in his eyes, he was telling the truth. "No way," You shake your head, lowering your tone. Edward shrugs, unsure of what to say, his mind still foggy from utter shock. You frown at him, "Well, I'm saying it," You huff.

"T-thank you," Edward looks down at his lap, watching as he fiddles with his hands, his eyes raise only slightly to just barely meet your gaze, come on Edward, just say it, he urges himself to speak, "You're-um-really-I think you're very pretty, by the way." Edward holds his breath as he anxiously awaits your response, feeling like he might even cry,

"Oh, Eddie." You grin, "You're too cute- god I have such a crush on you, stop!"

Crush?

"Do-do you really?" Edward asked, somehow feeling small despite the situation. He felt lost, confused, certain that you'd begin laughing any moment and call him a freak, berating him for ever thinking that someone like you could ever be into someone like him.

"Yes! I thought it was like- painfully obvious."

Edward pushed up his glasses with the tip of his pointer finger, "I-I wouldn't know, really, no one has ever liked me before."

"Well, I like you." You affirm. Edward can barely keep his eyes on you, he's far too unsure of what to do or say, no one has ever admitted any sort of feelings for him before, and certainly not someone like you, someone he'd already adored. "You look like you don't believe me," You sigh, turning your head towards your lap.

"I really want to."

Suddenly, your head shoots up and you catch your lower lip between your teeth, shifting over on the couch. It's a move that makes Edward's blood run hot, and with a smirk you speak again, "Well then," You start, just barely ghosting your hand over Edward's abdomen, "Can I show you how much I like you?"

Edward swallows hard, unsure of exactly where this is going, but the way your fingertips lightly graze over the fabric of his shirt, just above where his belt lies underneath, he has one idea.

"Y-yes," Edward breaths out, "You can."

You move a little closer to Edward and cup his cheek with your hand before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. Edward's eyes immediately screw closed, convinced he's in a dream, but still, his hand manages to find your face, grazing your cheek with a clammy palm. Edward's honestly unsure of how to kiss, this is his first kiss, and he tries his best to follow your movements, slowly parting and closing his lips as you do the same.

He feels your lips part from his, but your head doesn't move, you remain in the same proximity, only, your lips have pulled back from their puckered state and spread across your face in a smile. He smiles too, unable to control the muscles in his face from lifting up the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, you're too cute!" You beam before pecking his lips once more, but Edward, unable to rid his lips of you just yet, and still not privy to the etiquette of kissing, captures your lips in his before you're able to pull away again. Your hand tightens a little against his cheek in response, and you tilt your head to the side, inviting him closer. Your other hand, that remained on Edward's lower stomach begins to caress the fabric of his shirt, sliding back and forth against the wrinkled material.

Your gentle touch along with your lips pressed to his and your tongue slowly slipping its way into Edward's mouth begins to erupt something inside him. He's suddenly aware of the tightening feeling that settles in his lower body, the sudden warmth between his thighs as his blood begins to rush down faster. The feeling causes Edward to whine, it's a simple low pitch, almost muffled by the wet noises of your lips working together. But it's there, and he hears his desperation reflected right back into his own ears, suddenly confronted with his yearning. His face grows red but he cannot bring himself to separate from you, no matter how embarrassment takes hold of him it's not enough to rip him from you.

He'd thought of this far too often, you and him, they fueled his masturbatory fantasies. But you were better than he could have ever imagined, your lips far softer, and your kiss much gentler than in his deviant imaginings. Just the feeling of your palm running its way across Edward's stomach felt better than Edward's own hand roughly moving up and down the shaft of his cock as he watched on to you pleasing yourself. His fantasies were surely pleasing, but the actual fact of you was far far better.

Your hand soon begins to travel farther down from Edward's stomach, your palm lifting so only your fingertips were grazing along the fabric of Edward's clothes. The movement had Edward shifting in his spot on the couch, unsure of how to ask you to touch him. Your hand settles upon Edward's thigh, and almost without thinking, he shifts his lips so it falls closer to his crotch. He stops kissing for a moment, realizing what he'd been urging you to do, having let those devious fantasies take hold of his brain. But before he could even speak your lips quirk into a smirk,

"Eager?"

Edward's eyes widen behind the thick lenses of his glasses, unsure of what to say, both relieved that you've not been put off by his arousal, and unwilling to cop to the embarrassment of his eagerness.

You're painfully close to Edward now, your outer thigh resting right up against his, your chests only inches apart. Edward's breathing is rapid, and each strained inhale falls ardent upon your neck. Your bottom moves through your top teeth before suddenly releasing, your voice picking up again in a low, sultry tone,

"Eddie," You coo, leaning a little closer to him, a single finger suddenly trailing off from his thigh and back to resting on top of his shirt about where his belt lies. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?"

The very mention of the word 'blowjob' has Edward conscious of the straining in his pants, the way his now very obvious erection contorts against the fading denim of his jeans. "N-no," He stutters, embarrassed, nearing 30 and still having never been touched romantically or sexually until this very moment.

"Would you, like one, Eddie?"

"F-from you?"

"Who else, baby?" You smirk.

"Y-yes- yes I would." Edward admits, full of shame, cursing himself for even being shameful, wishing desperately he could just play it cool, maybe even impress you or something.

Your fingers begin to creep lower once more as they begin to fold under the fabric of Edward's shirt and pull it up slightly. The breath gets caught in Edward's throat, anxiously awaiting each one of your slow, deliberate moves. You run your other hand up and down his thigh, enveloping the small area of covered flesh in a gentle, soothing caress. Edward looks down at his lap, your hand is so close to his prominent erection, the close proximity of you already borderline pushing him over the edge. His cock twitches against the restricting denim as your hand shifts nearer to his inner thigh.

By now you've lifted Eddie's shirt enough to expose his belt, a small bit of the soft flesh of his stomach revealed as well. You run your fingers along the thin line of unclothed flesh, before hooking two into the waistband of his jeans, gently dragging your fingertips across the yellow topstitching. Edward's hips once again buck forward, almost involuntarily, unable to take even the light teasing anymore.

"Patience," Your voice barely above a whisper, and you give him a quick "tsk, tsk,", popping your tongue against the roof of your mouth before making your way to his belt, unbuckling the worn-out metal. Edward raises his hips to bring himself off the couch, just enough so that you could pull down his jeans and underwear. Slowly, you pull the garments down, exposing a thin line of hairs that trail down his lower abdomen. The pace at which you move the fabric down his skin is agonizing before finally, his erection is able to spring free from the confines of his clothing. You hum contently to yourself as his cock nearly slaps back against his stomach.

Edward notices your eyes widen suddenly, just for a brief instance, and if he hadn't been looking at you so intently he probably wouldn't have noticed. Your hand creeps from where it held the waistband of his jeans, trailing upwards. You gently hold the end of his dick against your palm, the sensitive skin throbs against your hand, and Edward holds his breath, worried he may cum entirely prematurely right at this very moment.

"You okay?" You ask, your eyes flicking up to meet Edward's intense stare.

"Yes, yes, don't worry," He nods profusely, his eyes wide in utter disbelief that you're touching him like this. He'd spent so long spending his nights imagining what your hand, or your mouth, or your cunt would feel like wrapped around his aching cock, and now he was finally going to get to know.

"It's my job to worry, baby," You smirk, pushing your thumb against the red, swollen tip of Edward's dick, smearing the small pearl of precum that had formed against his skin. The small movement causes Edward's mouth to part just slightly, sucking in a small gasp as his hips just barely raise off the couch. "I'd be an irresponsible partner if I didn't worry," You hum, beginning to slip off the small piece of furniture and down onto your knees.

Edward looks down at you from where you're sat on your knees, you look up at him through your thick, long lashes, a position he'd only ever imagined you in. A faint smile forms against his lips, it's all he could muster in his brain-fogged state, all he can think of is how absolutely beautiful you look. The way your eyes meet his in such a perfect expression of passion and longing, the way your soft lips are parted just slightly, he's in heaven.

You move your hand down to the base of Edward's cock, the soft skin of your palm lightly holding his warm, sensitive flesh. You give him a small smile,

"You're in control, sweetie," You say, "Do whatever to make yourself comfortable, anything goes, I swear." You affirm.

Your small proclamation does a lot to help Edward to feel comfortable inyour touch. You're so sweet, so inviting, for the first time in Edward's life, he feels like he's not being judged, despite his overly exposed state. And suddenly, his cock isn't the only thing that's throbbing as he feels his heart begin to swell in his chest.

"O-okay," Edward nods.

You close your palm around Edward's warm flesh, before beginning to move your hand up his shaft. Edward's muscles tense, his thighs flexing at the sensation, his own hand never felt this good. You give him a few strokes before beginning to lower your mouth down to his cock, brushing your tongue under his throbbing tip. Edward gasps, for real, loudly this time at the sensation. Your mouth begins to lower as more, and more of him enters your mouth. It's so wet, so warm, Edward's never felt anything like this before. His head tilts back, his eyes roll upwards. Edward lets out a high-pitched "Ah-ahh," as you begin to move your mouth back up from the base of his dick. The way your mouth hollows and creates a light suction against his flesh, coupled with your lips and tongue dragging across the sensitive skin has Edward nearly spirling already. His body is so warm and everything feels so tight, he continues to whine and whimper as your bob your head forwards once more.

He's unsure of how to handle this sensation, everything is so overwhelming, it feels almost too good that he feels like he's partially losing his mind. His blood nearly bubbles under his skin, and his muscles flex wildly. Edward finds himself gripping your hair, just needing to do something with his body to try and cope with this feeling. He grabs fistfuls of your hair as you rock your head back and forth, up and down his length. His fingers tighten against the strands, his grasp nearly taking all control over your head. His hips begin to buck forwards as he pushes your head down, his newfound control not stemming from a need, or even a want to dominate you, but rather unrelenting neediness that Edward has no clue what to do with.

As his hips push as far as they can go, Edward hears you gag, just loud enough to catch his attention and bring his head up from where it laid on the back of the couch. He looks down at you, impressed that he'd been able to make you gag at all, traditional porn had always made him feel insecure about his size, worrying that if he didn't have a 10-inch monster of a cock he'd be unsatisfactory. But as the tip of his dick rested against the back of your throat, he began to think twice about worrying so much about not being "big enough". Afterall, you were a professional and yet still he was able to make you gag.

His hands relaxed a little as you moved your head back up, hollowing your cheeks as you did so, the added air pressure against his skin begining to make him unwind. Edward couldn't handle it anymore, just looking at you with your mouth full of him, had him ready to finish right there.

Locking his fingers once more, he began to needily fuck himself into your throat, small gagging noises errupt from your throat, but nothing that should cause any major concern. Edward's breath becomes even more labored and his whines even more high pitched,

"I-I'm so close-" He stammers, "It's- it's too good-" Your pace picks up a little as Edward begins to move your head just a bit faster in order to keep up with his impending orgasm. Your head begins to lift from the base of his shaft one more time before Edward is finally spilling into you, letting his warm spend cover your throat. You push yourself back down his shaft, holding him at the back of your throat as he cums. His thighs are spazzing, the muscles flexing and contracting wildly as Edward moans, "Ah- fuck, fuck, fuck." His voice is breathy and strained as his orgasm concludes, leaving him in a state of exhaustion and euphoria.

You slowly lift your head up, making Edward whine at the overstimulation of your tongue against his now way over-sensitive cock. Your tongue swirls around the head once more, enveloping the warm flesh a final time as you make sure to break any connecting spit between your mouth and his cock. The slight movement makes Edward's hips twitch, pushing himself a little further in your mouth before you pull your head back completely.

Edward someone musters up the strength to keep his head up to look at you, watching as a lump travels down your throat, indicating that you've swallowed his cum. You look up at him with a smile,

"How was that?" You ask. His mouth tilts up to match yours, he tries to look for the right words to describe just how good your mouth felt around him, but he can't seem to find an adjective fitting enough to exemplify his euphoria, instead just opting to nod his tired head up and down fervently. You look down before looking back up again, "Is that as far as you want to go sweetheart?"

Your sudden proposition to go even further than what you just have makes Edward's body tense, he wants to so bad. Edward wants nothing more to be buried inside you, to feel your wet cunt clenched around him as he rocks his hips back and forth into you. He wants to watch you moan, and whine, and he wants to be the one causing it.

But inside he knows he's far too tired, far too spent, and unexperienced to do that for you right now. And he panics, unsure if he'll ever get this opportunity again.

"I- I- want to." He nods, "I really want to-but- I-I'm- it's too-"

"It's okay," You shake your head softly, "Don't want to overwork you." Your lips begin to form a smirk. You sit up on your knees, beginning to help Edward tuck himself back into his pants before sitting back down next to him.

To Edward's surprise, you sit down at close proximity to him, indicating that maybe this connection you'd formed wouldn't come to a hasty end. Your bodies brush just lightly against each other before you turn to Eddie,

"I told you I liked you,"

Edward sucks a sharp breath in, closing his eyes before exhaling and slowly opening them, mustering up the courage for his next statement, "I like you too."

Your eyes move to his lap, where you graze your pinky over the top of one of his hands, the touch is light and airy, indicating a shyness Edward rarely ever saw in you. You lift your head up, your eyes barely meeting his as a soft pink tint clings onto your cheeks,

"Maybe, um, we could go on a date sometime?" You ask, your voice quiet, and its pitch steadily climbing upwards.

"Yes, anytime."

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words: 2,546 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “ Austin launches his relationship with his girlfriend, she has a few thousand followers on IG and will post lots of selfies/risque photos and everyone’s tearing her down saying she’s too slutty/Austin is to classy for her?” warnings: none notes: thanks for reading!! slightly different from request. will re-open my requests after i finish this next fic i’m working on :) thanks everyone! tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You've always been pretty liberal with posting photos of yourself. Your mother has this saying that she got from these old-timey song lyrics that goes 'accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative'—and it kinda just boils down to that for you? You appreciate a lot about your looks, your body, not in a completely conceded way, but in admiration. Too many women in your opinion aren’t fond with their looks or find something wrong with themselves, that's human, and you definitely have those moments. But you've also worked very hard to love yourself, every part of you. Your body supports you, nourishes you, is your home. Not that you post for anyone other than yourself? but you can't remember a time when anyone's ever had a problem with you either.

At least not until recently.

It comes and goes in waves ever since you started dating Austin—it never ceases to amaze you the audacity some people have online, how they're incredibly bold to strangers just because you so happen to be dating someone specific. You melt it all down to jealousy, you quell down the voices in the back of your mind that start to agree with terrible comments you've read and ignore it because what's the point?

You talk yourself out of it bothering you—until you can't.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you doom scroll as your other hand holds a cup of matcha tea. You take a sip every so often but you're not really paying attention to anything other than the commentary on these candid photos that have been posted. You went to this Italian restaurant for dinner with Austin and his sister to celebrate her birthday and you're wearing a stunning navy-blue dress. It's got an open back, thin gold chains holding it together. The front is high-neck and you paired it with strappy gold heels and…really you've worn this dress around your own family and have gotten so many compliments. There's nothing wrong with it?

If you allow yourself to dive into the black hole of what's 'appropriate' for a woman to wear to dinner, you might not ever return. It'll never change the fact that people have strong opinions on absolutely everything and they somehow deem to apply it to you, what you want to wear, or how you and Austin are in your relationship. You and Austin have so much mutual love and respect for one another, he has never made you feel less than or like you should feel guilty or embarrassed for knowing and appreciating yourself.

And he's certainly never complained about what you've worn. You often know what he thinks about your clothes because he tells you—and something that you love best? No matter whether you're wearing a pair of joggers and one of his t-shirts or an elaborate dress from Fashion Week, the compliment is always in the same wheelhouse—'you're beautiful'.

So…why are these range of comments beginning to bother you? Especially when you realize the small sample size is women. You can’t even appreciate when others step in to back you up.

kelly_allen: she wore that to a…family dinner? austin44: yikes jessi1030: 😍😍😍 elvisfan: oh come on guys, maybe they’re going to a club afterwards? stylespreseleyhearted: pretty sure what she’s wearing is no one’s business—besides, do you see Austin complaining?? elvisthepelvis: bro just saying, his last gf wasn’t nearly as slutty

You don't even hear Austin come into the kitchen but suddenly he's in front of you, gently taking your phone out of your hand with a soft expression, "Told you not to look at that crap."

You crinkle your nose—were you being that obvious? "I know," You turn to lean back against the counter as Austin sets your phone face down, moving to stand in front of you and carefully pin you against the surface. His arms create a cage as he tilts his head down to nip at your lower lip, causing you to laugh. "Sometimes it's hard to avoid."

Austin hums lightly, lifting his one hand to cup your cheek. You turn into the touch a little, pressing a kiss to his palm and closing your eyes for a few moments to take a breath.

"It doesn't bother you?" You ask, gazing up into his blue ones, "What people say?"

He shakes his head before trailing his thumb over your lower lip, "It bothers me that you're upset."

Letting out a soft sigh, you roll your eyes to the ceiling before a semi-dramatic huff leaves your lips. You tilt forward a little until your forehead rests against Austin’s shoulder and it’s…a perfectly good spot right now. His arms move to wrap around your frame, squeezing, one hand massaging circles into your spine. Up and down in a soothing motion, almost perfect enough to fall asleep to.

You just…come to the decision that you can’t let it sit with you. It’s alright to let it upset you, you’re human and you have real emotions, but those words don’t have to plant seeds of doubt—there is nothing wrong with utterly being yourself.

Tilting your head back up, you give Austin a small smile, “I love you.”

He playfully grabs your chin with his fingers, his own matching smile as he leans down to kiss you in response.

Everything’s fine until it isn’t.

You kinda remove yourself from social media for a little bit, not deactivating anything, just not actively posting any updates about you and Austin or yourself. It’s definitely unlike you but you feel like you need a cleanse? To just get back on track of just doing your own thing without worrying about what anyone else thinks.

And that works for a while.

You’re out and about to grab lunch with a friend and after you’ve done that, you stop at a coffee shop that you frequent to get a latte that you’re only slightly obsessed with. It’s a nice day out so you’re wearing this t-shirt dress that hikes up the leg, showing off a thigh tattoo you have. You’ve paired it with this jean corset that creates a silhouette look, it’s one of your favorite fashion combinations to put together.

You turn to walk out of the café with your order and hold the door for someone behind you and you feel what happens before you even have time to process it. That same person says your name and there’s a fraction of a second where you’re confused because you’re ninety percent sure you don’t know them—

Then, “Slut.” And they toss their drink down the front of you.

You gasp and take a step back out of instinct and your mouth hangs open, not necessarily out of pain even though the coffee is hot, but because you’re shocked.

One of the baristas who know you and Austin well as regulars rushes out from behind the counter to hand you a hand-towel and ask you if you’re alright but…you can barely grasp the towel to begin patting yourself down, let alone answer their question. Emotions are heavy and quick, hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your eyes burn with tears and this lump appears in your throat that is incredibly difficult to swallow over.

You barely push out the words thank you before handing the towel back and rushing out of the doorway, making a b-line for home.

It’s a mixed bag of emotions and maybe you’re pissed off because you have no idea how to actually feel. You’re angry and vulnerable and sick to your stomach all at once, you don’t even realize your hands are shaking until you tear off your clothes and toss them on the floor. You lean against the sink in your stained nude bra and underwear, squeezing the sink, not being able to look yourself in the mirror because you know you’ll cry.

Austin chooses that exact moment to walk in the front door.

You quickly turn the shower on and reach for the bathroom door as your boyfriend wanders into the bedroom, “Hey Y/N.”

And you can’t quite close it now, giving him a ghost of a smile as you leave it open a crack to say, “Hey, just gonna grab a shower.”

But your voice does not sound like your own and Austin immediately picks up on that, taking a step closer. His eyebrows draw together as he touches the door, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” You reply, a bit too quickly.

Now Austin’s concerned, you can see the look right on his face because he knows you’re lying. He gently pushes on the door a bit more, getting you to take a step back.

“Austin—” You shake your head.

His eyes flutter across you then to the stained clothes on the floor, “What happened?”

Your voice changes, just slightly, because now you’re starting to get worked up. You just want him to leave you alone at the very same time that you want to tell him everything. And yet the words stick like glue in the back of your mouth because you know this was one of his fans that’s done this to you and…your interaction with Austin’s fans have always been pleasant. They’ve been nice and thoughtful and respectful so the fact that this happened feels messed up even more than it already is.

“Coffee happened,” You reply, voice sharp as you motion to the floor, “Obviously.”

“Y/N.” He says and it’s gentle, far too gentle and yet it somehow feels like a dagger right between your ribs and suddenly everything spills right out.

“Oh my god,” You scoff out a laugh, running a hand over your forehead, pushing your hair back. “What happened was I was at the café on the corner and when I went to leave, someone called me a slut and thew coffee at me. Okay? Happy?”

Austin stands there for a moment, a mixture of emotions passing over his face, his jaw clenching in that way where you know he’s pissed off. He doesn’t say anything though, like you expect he might, instead he takes a step forward and clasps the back of your neck with the palm of his hand. He draws you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and you’re tense for a long few moments until you just…melt against his embrace.

That’s when the tears come.

There’s no loud sobbing but a stream of silent crying against his shoulder, turning your face into his neck and sniffling, fingers gathering the fabric of his shirt in your hands as your shoulders tremble. He doesn’t move for a long time, just keeps you against him, his hand stroking through your hair and massaging along your shoulders. He pulls back just slightly to look down at you, his hand cupping your cheek and removing a tear track with his thumb.

“M'sorry baby,” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You shake your head, sniffling again—your face feels puffy and wet, eyes red-rimmed, a bit congested from crying. A mess, really, can’t even imagine what you must look like. The thing is—he doesn’t have to apologize to you. He’s not in control of any of this, especially his fans. You know it’s not one hundred percent responsibility but moreso he cares that you’re upset, he’s hurt because you’re hurting.

“I love you.” Austin says, tilting your chin up just slightly so that your gazes meet.

That always manages to pull the softest of smiles from you and this is no different, regardless of how terrible you feel. You nod as you rest your hand on his chest, a point of connection, grounding, as Austin tugs you into his embrace again.

A few days pass since the incident and Austin has been relatively quiet about it. It's not that he's ignoring the situation or refusing to talk about it but rather he's just giving you open space to talk to him, or not talk at all. You appreciate that more than you can really put into words, you're not quite sure what you'd say anyways. It's such a push and pull kind of situation—you know that tensions and emotions run really high for fans, they feel a connection to Austin as real as the one you have with him, even if it's not the same at all. You don't want to disrespect that, you get that fans are also what make Austin's work so important—he cares about them and what they bring to the table in terms of his stardom. But at the same time? you definitely feel insulted, hurt, and you don't understand what you've done exactly to deserve such strong words and actions from a stranger.

It's a warmer day out and Austin's decided to take you out because you both have time off (secretly you know he's just trying to make you feel better, but it's working). It's a pretty lazy day, you're wearing a soft yellow sundress, a bit sheer, but it hangs on you beautifully. You're on your way to a brunch after visiting a farmer's market, a tote bag filled with fresh produce, cheese and some homemade fruit pastries that you couldn't pass up.

You wander down the sidewalk, Austin ending up behind you and it takes you a moment to turn around...to see him taking a video of you. Your cheeks flush pink and you kinda give him this look before laughing,

"What are you doing?"

"Filming my beautiful girlfriend." Austin replies, like it's obvious. "Do a twirl or somethin'."

You laugh, shaking your head, "No, stop."

"C'mon, can't be wearin' a pretty dress like that for no reason."

You roll your eyes but you're grinning, so you do what he asks. You do a playful twirl and come to meet him, grabbing his other hand as he flips the video around so that it's in selfie mode, you pressed up against his chest. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips before ending the video. Lazily wrapping your arms around his waist, you watch as he taps open his Instagram on his phone, your eyebrows lifting slightly. You...didn't actually think he was going to do anything with the video he took. He snaps photos and takes videos all the time but they never end up on social media, which is fine, you know Austin isn't as active as you are on apps.

But for him to be...putting this on his story?

"Austin."

"I know what I'm doin'." He replies, drawing an arm around your shoulder. He presses a kiss to your temple and uploads the video to his story with the comment 'main character energy' and you can't help but snort out a laugh because he's ridiculous and cute and…sweet. And you fall a little bit more in love with him in that very moment.

He waits until the video loads before he closes his phone, putting it back into his pocket. Giving you a soft smile, he leans down to brush a kiss along the bridge of your nose. You hum lightly, eyes fluttering closed as you soak in the moment with him.

He definitely didn't need to do that? But it makes all the difference.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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hypaalicious · 7 months

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Why I think Nocturne is way better than the OG Castlevania series

Sorry, when I try to shut up about this show I be like

so here’s my unsolicited, highly biased word vomit that will contain spoilers at the end (but those will be under a cut) so read at your own risk! Okay, leggo

It’s actually diverse.

One thing about high fantasy is that it’s almost always Eurocentric. Even if it’s not set in Europe, the characters are gonna inexplicably have British accents because we associate that with high fantasy. We’re gonna have European style “old” clothing choices. And if everyone isn’t white, they might as well be because they’ll only throw in a couple ambiguously brown side characters and call it a day. Or if they make a main character a POC then best believe everyone around them will be white.

Nocturne, tho? Oh, you can tell it’s made with more than just a sprinkle of representation. They didn’t just make Olrox indigenous, they tied his Aztec lineage in beautifully. Annette was a slave but it’s not flattening her character because of it. Drolta came to slay but even she has her authentic background. Which leads me to my next point!

The Black characters especially are done tastefully.

Like… don’t get me wrong. I love Isaac. He was the only reason I stayed tuned into Castlevania past season 1, LMAO! But his backstory felt like straight trauma porn cooked up by a non-Black person who wanted an excuse to see a Black man whipped for character development.

Zodwa Nyoni wrote some episodes for Nocturne and she put her FOOT in it. When it came to addressing Annette’s time as a slave, her connection to the Orisha through her bloodline… I was gobsmacked at how accurate everything was and now I know why LOL! Like, for me, it’s always gonna be hard to see slavery in fiction but I can’t say shit bad about how it was tied into everything in this show. Annette’s ancestors play such a huge part in her growth and it just warmed my heart to see a Black girl whoop some colonizer ass without it feeling hamfisted. 🥹

The token relationship is the cishet one, everyone else is gay asf

I love that trope flipped on it’s head, ngl LMAO! I, by default, HC everyone as bi anyway but MAN was it nice to see Olrox and Mizrak speedrun enemies to lovers and a hint of Drolta’s devotion/gayness to Erzsebet.

I know the majority of my fictional character thirsting leans male but don’t get it twisted; I jump for JOY for gay shit in media 😂 The only reason I don’t thirst as hard for female characters is because I prefer my men fictional but my women real.

That being said, this series sent me into bi panic and I’d like to be manhandled in a room by Drolta and Olrox.

Nocturne’s first season plays out neater than the OG’s first season.

Like… okay. My main beef with the OG series was that after they defeated Dracula, the rest of the show felt like a meandering fanfic. Sure, there were a few badass moments, but the energy kinda faltered for me and I was bored with a lot of it. I hope they don’t do the same with Nocturne; they left off at a nice cliffhanger which builds anticipation for the next season and… idk it feels more cohesive already? They coulda speedran kicking Erzsebet’s face in like the OG trio did to Dracula but I’m so glad they left us a lil something to look forward to.

Alucard’s glow up >>>>>

I’m chronically online but I’m so glad I went into this series blind because the way I GASPEDT when he showed up at the end

Like damn for the past fifty-leven years he was in that castle by himself going “do I wanna talk to Sypha and Trevor plushies again or do I wanna make myself even more of a bad bitch?” Then he chose the latter, went to the salon, got his hair bleached platinum along with some sew in extensions for volume, beat his face with Fenty, and said “sorry Drolta but there can be only one vampire baddie on this earth and hunny I’m TAKIN IT”

He looks more like his video game design this way too, which I love! I hate that he took out Cuntress McSlay tho 😔 Drolta I will always love you!!

Mmkay. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to start a cult to Olrox real quick. Erzsebet ain’t the only god walking the earth and I feel he just needs good marketing!

#I don’t know what to do until season 2 😩#there’s just so much I want to see but I have to WAIT #Annette is badass now but I know her character development bout to go CRAZY #her and Richter gone have biracial babies just watch!!#wonder what her ancestors gone think about her being with a colonizer tho 👀#ah well Richter will treat her right I know it #oohhh I bet her locs will be down her back by the end of this series #Richter better get his long hair too!!#castlevania nocturne

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pinksummer444 · 2 years

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what makes you pretty and popping? 💗🏄🏼‍♀️💅🏼

PSYCHIC READING / PICK A PICTURE 🤍

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♡ use, your intuition to pick your piles ♡

pile1:

(pipe down x drake)

• your definitely top tier quality. top shelf please? most expensive thing in this store? the most expensive thing on the menu? that’s what you are. & that’s what you have. your favorite color is pink. your style is very feminine, girly and classy. you dress like a grown women that has no time to spare. very business like, bossy bitch, pretty bitch. the prettiest at brunch with the girls type of bitch. you have your own motion. you move and act like you know who you are. you walk with purpose and attitude. your probably always on the phone or checking your emails/texts. your so pretty and nonchalant. you don’t take anything personal but your family life. everything else is just business to you. 💰 you even treat romantic relationships like it’s a business. you like to mix business with pleasure. you don’t like drama at all. you avoid drama because it makes you look bad. your face card is very clean and expensive. 🙅🏽‍♀️ anything that makes you look bad you can’t be associated wit it. you won’t even risk it, jeopardizing your image/career. you simply upgrade. you take pride in doing so. you don’t let anything or anyone guilt trip you into staying once you’ve out grown it. it’s your world and everyone else is just in your way 💅🏼 you enjoy most of your time eating out, shopping 🛒, trying on new clothes &traveling to different places. for this pile men already know you take care of business, by the way you walk, talk, dress etc. a lot of people want to marry you and make you the one the first week of getting to know you. it’s the way you wear you clothes, perfume, & personality is so soft, subtle, angelic & girly. nobody can compare. top notch. just looking at you makes people feel instantly enchanted and mesmerized. soft skin, soft spoken, soft lips, angel eyes, pretty hands and feet, w/ great style. you remind people that there are still naturally pretty girls, who aren’t just pretty for online content. your pretty IRL. 💕 nobody can tell you no, in this pile because people don’t like to disappoint you. 444 could be your angel number. men you date give you the world, because you expect the world 🗺💕

pile 2:

(vixen x kentheman)

• you give off the hottest, wettest, vixen, bipolar, emotionally disturbing slut next door type of vibe. your jenny from the mf block. every man wants to fuck you, torture you, watch you. your the sex symbol. you finesse, you seduce, & you hustle like a man. in fact you’re always plotting on the next victim to use for your own benefit. ⭐️ you suck your victims completely dry. your a pretty little liar who plays victim and it always works. you don’t care about karma, or consequences because you are karma and consequences LMAO. your eyes are filled with pain, and sorrow but also so fierce and piercing. your a walking cautious sign, you can’t be trusted because your literally sneaky af. you don’t ever get caught with any of your schemes and missions. your just a alley cat who’s trying to survive. it’s giving cat women vibes. you have too much sex appeal and you know exactly how to use it. your a very dark spirited beauty. a beautiful wild black stallion that can’t be tamed. your energy is so enticing that people become easily obsessed with you.

pile 3:

(spotless mind x jhene aiko )

• “change is inevitable, why hold on to what you have to let go of, like did I really break your heart????? was it all my fault??” your a pretty little mess of a person. your difficult to deal with and your a headache to all the men in your life. men find you to be over baring and careless. you don’t care about anybody but yourself. it’s hard for you to take accountability for how you make other people feel when you decide to leave out of their life unexpectedly with out any explanation, without a warning just simply because you can and you suddenly felt like it. or that something/someone else excited you. brb!!!! type of energy lol. you are very impulsive and fun. your very self absorbed. your feelings come first and that’s the end of the story. your very greedy and restless. you need more of this and you need more of that in your life or you’ll throw a fit. you have the newest of everything. your always on top of the latest trends and fashions. you take retail therapy very serious. you binge shop alot on outfits and lookz 🛍 it soothes your soul. you love to play dress up. your someone who needs constant reassurance and entertainment. your hard headed and spoiled. you don’t listen very much. things run in one ear and out the other when your no longer interested. you don’t like to take anything serious in this pile. it’s hard for you to hang out with someone repetitively and not start to get bored. you hate repetition, & you hate working hard in this pile. it’s too serious for you. anything that seems too serious makes you feel uncomfortable. so for this pile your a entrepreneur or a future entrepreneur or your going to marry someone who can take care or you. (queen/king of wands or swords) you like to keep more than one option in love so you spend time with them or you just spend your time alone quietly but mostly listening to music (because you need constant entertainment) I’m getting a extrovert/introvert type personality from you where you don’t mind being alone for a long while or constantly going out and partying. p.s your always in a hurry and running late. but fashionably late ig 🤦🏼‍♀️

pile 4:

watch music videos to all songs.

(women x doja cat)

(don’t cha x the pussycat dolls)

(pour it up x rihanna)

(goodies x ciara)

• “divine feminine, im feminine” you could do multiple things for money in this pile. people know exactly who you are when you walk into a room. a lot of people gossip about you even when your not around. people want to know who your dating because they know he’s got to be the man. people want to meet you in person and are really nosy and speculate a lot when it comes to you and your lifestyle. they wanna know your life secrets. they wanna know everything about you. they feel like you have a lot of juicy stories and secrets to tell. you have a lot of secret admirers and some of your secret admirers are closer to you than you even realize. your so talented & your very relatable to your audience. you remain who you are even with all the glam and glitter. you receive a lot of admiration & love. you have fans. you even receive fan mail and messages. many people look up to because of your creativity towards life, art, music and sexual expression. people take notes from you and think your so cool and dope to be around. you have a very particular and private life. you like your private life to be a private life. no cameras, no fans, no audience, no questions. a lot of people take photos and videos of you. & of lot of strangers remember you even if the company from you was brief, because you effortless inspire others. your personality is top tier. you have a very spontaneous love life and work life in this pile. you could have a very complex, taboo, secretive unusual love life/ work life. i feel like you’ve always felt different growing up & you still feel different to this day. you never really had a normal life or normal relationships. but this makes you happy and gives you a since of freedom and control over yourself & your life. your fans love you for who you are and so do the people in your private life. your a shooting star. 💫 you live a life that many wish to live, a lot of people wouldn’t mind trading places with you and trying on your shoes. people obsess over your life, and how much attention you receive from others. your a icon. your the one and only. behind all the sexiness, your really just a regular girl and this what your fans don’t know.

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kumamoto-division · 9 days

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day in the life: Strange Magic workplaces

Aoba works as a librarian. he is responsible of restock shelves,acquiring things like database,journals and magazines for the library. organize program such a story our for children and cataloging and classyfing all the books. It's actually a busy work for him and Aoba hates people who think or say that be a librarian is something "easy" because isn't.

He also take online classes at the university studing universal literature and chinese history as a hobby. He also take some chemist classes,he mainly study online with just a few of pressencial

When Aoba is not busy with the library he works as a model. He model mainly for brands of goth and alternative fashion, wearing dark and fantasy style. He wear especially women clothes like dresses and tight-fitting clothes due to his female figure. and sometimes he model things like perfume and makeup. He started to model after school and just when he was not busy but since a year ago he models more oftem. Aumenting his fame

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Of course that's just in the day because during the night Aoba dress up with a long wig,a masquerade gown and his venetian black mask and he out to made arsons and bomb buildings as the arsonist/terrorist bomber Bluefire but if Aoba is honest he preffer the arsons

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Kunio works in Kumamoto's "Starless Theater" a theater well know by the musicals and fantasy dramas but also know for be a restaurant with "show nights". Besides his job there as actor he also helps with the theater props and teaching them youngest actors in rehearsals and perform better, Kunio is also the main singer and dancer during the "show nights" when the Starless is also a restaurant

He also has a "second job" as stage magician. Kunio often do street magic shows, sometimes he is hired to perform in restaurants or nightclubs. He even appeared in TV alongside other magicians like Queen Card of minato and a few of nights weekly Kunio started to host his own magic show online. His favorite type of magic is the horror magic because is the magic that's is the most alike theatre

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Kunio also works for The Stella Maris as the group's main assasin know as "M" . He has a huge reputation in the underground as a assasin know for be dilligent and efficient but also very bloody with anyone who is hired for kill. But in the supernatural and mundane is know for be a great blood knight, always looking for strong opponents (humans and supernatural). enjoying of all the fights with maniac glee and sadism. the upper class feel a especially fear for him because "M" is know for his great hate towards them and his no mercy ending with rich ones lives

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Natsume is a famous artist with several works in different museums and art galleries. Despite his paints are the most knows he also is very good in different types of art (like draws, statutes and ceramic). He also teach art classes in different universities, high schools and elementary schools, he also teach art to kids in orphanages and charity events

Natsume also owe and works in his mystical items and fortune-telling store named "The Pandora Box". Is a store where he sells items like jewels charms, kaychains and wicca stuffs like herbal inciense, homemade snacks,esscencals soils and clothes dessigned by him. But the store is decorated with his portraits and draws as a "gallery" to anyone can buy Natsume's art works. The Pandora Box is also a fortune-telling salon where Natsume works giving tarot card reading using a crystal ball or tea leafs reading. He acts very theatric, seductive and eccentric as fortune-teller but Natsume is very serious with his power of see someone's past,present, future and memories and is careful with the advices and warning he give to his clients. After all he don't want to made prophecy gods and fortune spirits angry

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In the underground Natsume is know and dreaded as the infamous poisoner "Semiramis". He mix magic and science to make effective and very deadly poisons and potions. since the type that just provoke a simple paralysis to the poisons that provoke a very slow and painful death and simptoms. His services are very expensive to the ones who can pay it but Semiramis's services are free for poison people like abusive spouses or relatives

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Bonus!: Aoba choosed show a few of images from his modeling works and photoshoots, he surely looks beautiful in all of them

#Youtube #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #kumamoto division #strange magic #aoba yamamura #kunio chōten #natsume kurome #workplace

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unreadpoppy · 1 month

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Saw a video and it got me in a mood so i'm making this post.

I don't think people who have never been fat knows how fucking hard it is to find clothing for bigger bodies.

The first issue is finding stuff in your actual size. Because time after time after time and time again I've gone to a store and they only had small and medium sizes. Not even large. And this was not for a few clothes, no. It was for MOST clothes that I found interesting. And then the ones that were marked as large were simply not big enough.

And I know that the reason for that is that brands simply won't make clothes for fat people. It's that because it surely isn't because the large size is selling out fast. They just don't do it. And some people have the nerve to say 'well brands are not obligated to make sizes for everyone' yeah sure, but also, I can't walk naked on the street can I?

Like I don't get it. 'oh but we want our clothes to fit a especific body' so fucking make clothes that are supposed to fit bigger bodies. Doesn't have a to be a whole ass collection.

And then we get on the second problem which is making clothes for plus size people that are ugly as hell. It's always the same stuff: ugly florals, animal print that belongs in another decade, cold shoulders, that weird extra fabric at the end of a shirt to hide the belly, or just black/muted colors.

Like fun fact. If you have big boobs, the hardest thing in the world is trying to find a bra that comes in a color that isn't white, black or beige. Because trust me, I've spent 3 hours walking in the shopping mall and I couldn't find anything that fit my breasts that was like pink (and in that situation I needed a pink bra for a play).

It feels like most clothes made for plus sized people are designed with like 50+ year old white women in mind, and not even that demographic of people are wearing those clothes (my mom is a plus sized 50+ year old white woman and often talks about how ugly some clothes made for people her size are).

It's hard trying to develop your own sense of style when none of the clothes around you are in your size, and when they do, they are just not good looking to you.

But you wanna know what's the down right worst part? Do you know what fucking brand has clothes that look good and are amde for bigger bodies?

The goddamn cancer on this earth that is Shein.

I fucking hate shein. Fast fashion is killin the fashion industry, they literally have people working as slaves and many influecers buy shein clothes by the bulk only to then throw it in the trash. Shein is awful.

But. Unfortunetly, shein is the only place that I found that had clothes that fit me and looked good. I don't like that. I avoided buying from shein for the longest time ever, but jesus christ, when you can't find clothes anywhere else you get desperate.

I tried looking for other places. I tried looking at my local clothing stores and everything was too small for me. I tried looking at online small bussinesses but they either didn't make my size, or it was sold out, or the prices were very high. Tried looking at thrift stores, also didn't find my size.

I try not to buy too much from shein or to spend long periods of time in between buying, because again, I feel bad about buying there. I don't want to buy from there.

Clothing brands/stores gotta do better. And I don't think that's asking for too much.

#this is less polite as i usually am because i'm so fucking tired of this shit #like these brands make probably millions every year #why is it apparently too much to ask for clothes in bigger sizes????#like idk i think everyone should be able to buy clothes that fit them and look nice???#and like god i don't want anyone to come on here be um actually it's very hard for the clothing industry to be inclusive #bc this post ain't about that #this post is about how frustrating it is to find clothes when you're fat #and also don't come for me bc of where i'm buying some stuff from ok #i feel so fucking guilty every time i buy from there #and like my friends buy from shein like every other week practically #i usually buy from there every 6+ months or so #and it's usually like a dress or two #at least i know that I don't throw clothes in the trash #if there's something here or there that doesn't look amazing but it's workable i'll go to the seamstress #if it doesn't fit me at all (which is a risk that can happen with online shopping) i donate it #and i will wear clothes until i can't wear them anymore #and even when i can't wear them anymore they they are usually still in a good enough condition that i can donate it to charity #or to someone close to my family who might give it a better use #this is a very big rambling sorry about this it's just aaaaaaaaa #i probably should go sleep

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clearlydiamondz · 2 years

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Opposites Attract

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Erik and (Y/N) are the perfect example of opposites attract.

Warning: strong language, cursing

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It was funny how to small little things that could get Erik going. He never thought that he would actually like (Y/N). Erik definitely had a type. He liked the expensive girls. The toxic type. The ones that would slap the shit outta you just by looking in another women’s direction. He couldn’t count on his hands and toes how many of his exes fought each other, over him.

(Y/N) though, yeah there was something different about her. She enjoyed the little things in life. Giving her extra cash to a homeless person, helping out at food banks and charity events. She was quiet and to herself.

They were literally the complete opposite of each other. Erik was a hood nigga. Whole nine yards. It was in the way he walked and talked. People knew who he was and he got respect for it.

(Y/N) was a good girl. Spent her days crocheting blankets, baking different recipes she found online, and she owned her own Dance Studio.

(Y/N) was slowly starting to rub off on Erik. Obviously she can’t take the hood outta him but he found himself more calm and relaxed when she was around. He found himself rather being with her, being forced to watch some cringe Netflix show then to be in a hot ass club.

Saturdays she loved going to different thrift stores in the city to find something cool. Whether it was clothes, little antiques, pictures. Erik always asked her,

“Why don’t you just let me buy you these things. You don’t have to wear what someone else wore,”

She’d always come back with, “Why spend a lot of money when you can get quality good stuff for cheap?” she would say in a duh tone.

Erik had money. Being in the military and all, and now being an undercover hitman. He always wanted to spoil her but she was so damn stubborn. His last exes wouldn’t think about turning him down, so it caught her off guard.

She even convinced him of going. At first, he told her no. Personally he thought it was weird. After begging he said he would go.

Her main focus this trip was to find some flower pots and some decorations for her Dance studio. As she was looking at different paintings, she heard Erik gasp. “Ayo what the fuck..” she looked back at him to see him holding an action figure that was still in perfect condition.

“What’s that?”

He showed it to her. “Do you know how much this thing is worth? Man I remember when this first came out. Shit was like 200 dollars and I begged my dad to get it for me but we ain’t have it.” he said looking at it in awe.

“So get it.” she shrugged her shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t play with kid toys.” he said as she playfully rolled her eyes.

“You don’t have to play with it. It could be a sentiment objects, ya know? Put it on a shelf or on a table. Just buy it so because baby Erik couldn’t.” she said then grabbed it looking at the price.

“And it’s only 15 bucks.” she said. She then threw it in the cart. Erik raised an eyebrow at her. “What? You could put it in your game room as decoration. No offense but that shit is plain as hell.” she told him as he pinched her sides.

Now, every Saturday like clock work, Erik and her would go to a random city just to go thrift shopping. It was hard to admit it but Erik was taking a liking to this thrifting habit.

It was around 5 o’clock in the morning. Erik woke up to the sounds of (Y/N) snoring in his ear. It was funny actually because she swore up and down she didn’t snore and here she was sounding like a bear in hibernation. The sun was just rising, so minimum light was entering the room but he could still see her. She was naked, wrapped up in his white sheets. She slept on her stomach while she had her head rested on her arms, her mouth slights opened with her snores escaping. Her eye twitched a bit.

He ordered her some silk pillow cases for his house for the times she forgot to put her scarf on. Last night he dicked her down so good, as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out. Her hair was short and curly, but her curls were all over the place.

Erik looked down at the tent in the sheets. Yeah, he definitely needed a piece of her. He turned over on his side to look at her, trailing his hands down her back and to her ass.

“Good morning beautiful.” he said placing kisses on her shoulder. She started to stir in her sleep but she didn’t wake up. “Daddy needs you.” he whispered in her ear. “You gonna let me get in this pussy, hmm?” She was slowly waking up, feeling the butterflies in her stomach already just by how close he was and she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet.

“Babe, it’s too early.”

“It ain’t never to early. You giving up the pussy huh? I know she still fat and sensitive. I just wanna play.” he said to her. The way he talked was what got her in trouble. There was already a pool of wetness between her thighs and her eyes still wasn’t opened.

He put her on her back, her eyes slowly opening to see him smiling down at her. “Hi fats.”

“Hi.” she said wiping her eyes. “Do you ever get tired?” she asked him tilting her head to the side. His finger tips found her stiff nipples playing with them as she bit her lip.

“Tired of you? Okay..” he said rolling her eyes making her laugh.

“I haven’t even brush my teeth yet.” she said about to sit up but he stopped her. He didn’t say anything when his fingers found her center, slowly starting to rub circular motions on her clit. Shit bit her lip, closing her eyes.

“Nah, look at me.” Erik was crazy about eye contact. Seeing her stages of pleasure through her eyes, the changes he sees when he does something different just does something for him.

Her eyes slowly started to open, him standing there with that gorgeous ass, two dimpled smile. How could he look so innocent doing something like this?

“Baby…” she whimpered out grabbing his arm. Without responding, he took his middle and ring finger, entering her collecting some of her wetness making her moan. He bought to his lips, tasting it groaning. He bought his lips to hers, finally getting to taste her.

“I hope you know you’re not getting any right now.” she said to him through heavy breaths. She wanted to go to the studio earlier to freshen up before heading to her classes. She knew that if they went at it right now, they would be going at it for hours. That’s how tempting this man can be.

He smacked his teeth before laying on the side of her. She turned to face him. “But, I’ll come home early today. So I can spend time with you.” she told him grabbing his chin with her thumb and pointy finger.

“Hmm, okay. We can try that new hibachi grill downtown. Get all dolled up. Then after have a little fun of our own.” he said kissing up her neck, she slightly pushed him away.

“Boy you ain’t slick.” she sat up, looking back at him as he laid straight on his back with his hands behind his head.

“Your hair looks a mess. Look like you just got the dick of your life.” he laughed as she rolled her eyes playfully. She grabbed her phone off of their electric night stand looking at the time. “Ima go take shower. Do me a favor and water my plants for me.” she stood up as he smacked her ass. She gave him ‘an are you serious’ look.

“It was just there. But yeah I can.” he stood up stretching as she walked to their bathroom. He walked out filling the green water can up and watering them.

Erik couldn’t help but chuckle. Never in a million years, he would’ve thought that a girl would have him watering her plants. He can’t lie though, he picked up a few tips from her to help grow his weed. His customers said that it was the best they ever had.

After doing that, he doordashed her a meal from her favorite coffee shop and grabbing something for him too. He was cleaning the kitchen, when she came out with her towel wrapped around her body and her hair still wet.

“Thanks baby.” she kissed him on the cheek as he looked her up and down.

“You don’t want to give me none but you’re walking around looking like this, fats?” he said licking his bottom lip. She smirked to herself before saying,

“It’s not like you won’t be able to do anything about it.” she whispered in his ear. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“I won’t? Quick playin with me before I have yo ass in bed all day.” she turned around ‘accidentally’ dropping the dish sponge on the floor.

“Whoops.” she bent down grabbing it. He went behind her placing his hands in the middle of her back to make her stay.

“Stay just like that mamas.” he said lifting the towel up, only to see her bare pussy winking back at him.

“Erik-” she was cut off by him pressing his print against her, slowly grinding against it. He grabbed a good handful of her hair, pulling her back up. He pushed her against the counter making her pushed against the counter and him.

“Didn’t I say to quick playin with me? Now you got my dick hard.” he growled in her ear as she closed her eyes smiling.

“I know but-”

“But nothing.” he yanked the towel off of her as he wrapped his hands around her neck from the front. He was about to pull his dick out but the doorbell ring. She groaned as he cursed.

“Who is that?” she asked him.

“I ordered us some breakfast and I forgot.” he backed away looking at her as she turned around. His eyes trailed down her body as she tilted her head.

“Well are you gonna get that or just stare at me?” she asked him. He took one last good look at her before he walked to his foyer to open the door. She picked up the towel and walked back into his room.

He came back to see her and the towel gone. He groaned, placing the bag of food on the counter. He walked back to the room, to see her getting dressed.

‘What you getting dressed for?” he asked her as she turned around.

“Erik.. I have to go do my classes.” she said as he rolled his eyes.

“Mhm. You weren’t worried about those classes when I was just about to dig in yo-” she grabbed a pillow throwing it at him. He caught it before walking closer to the bed where she was standing next to it. He threw it on the bed before he placed his hand on her cheek.

“You’re not going to convince me other wise.” she said. “I’ll be back home and after we come back from dinner, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” she whispered to him as he sighed looked down.

“Fine. But this-” he moved his fingers between the both of them. “Ain’t over with.” he told her. She kissed him once more before tapping his face lightly.

“Don’t miss me too much and thanks for breakfast!” she screamed walking out of the bedroom.

- - - - - - - - - -

Erik stepped out of his 2022 Audi R8, looking around the neighborhood. He walked to the door unlocking it, seeing a bunch of product on the tables. “Trent! You here?” he asked throwing his keys on the table. Trent came from down the hall way giving him a bro hug.

Trent was Erik’s right hand man who helped him run his ring. He was one of the only few people he could trust.

“Aye..” Trent greeted him. “Your half is in the safe.” Erik followed him into the back room with his duffle bag on his shoulder.

“How much did we make?” Erik asked him placing his bag on the table and going to unlock the pin lock.

“189 Thousand. All of that in there is your share.” he explained to him. Erik stuffed the stacks into the bag before Trent leaned on the table looking at Erik. Erik noticed that he was staring at him before saying,

“Something you gotta say?” he asked him as Trent nodded.

“Actually yeah. Trinity stopped by.” Erik’s jaw clenched at the name of her. That was something that he was already over and had forgotten. It was just the fact that he wasn’t expecting to hear from her.

“Oh.. what did she want?” Erik asked not looking at him, continuing to place the stacks into the bag.

“You.” Trent cleared his throat standing up right. “Erik don’t fuck-”

“Nigga I’m not even thinking of her like that. I only want (Y/N).” he reminded him as Trent threw his hands up. Trent knew the relationship Trinity and Erik had. How toxic that two of them were and how Erik was when he finally called it quicks with her. Trent knew as soon as Trinity had enough time to say something to him, she manipulate him into thinking he was the bad one all along.

“Okay! I just don’t want you to fuck up what you already have going on.” he said referring to (Y/N). “She messed you up bad. We can’t afford that shit no more.” he reminded him. When they officially broke up, for a few weeks he was out of it. He didn’t even want to talk to anyone. That effecting operations for their ring.

“Trust me. I’m not even worried about her...” he zipped up the bag, throwing the bag over his shoulder. “I just wanna know why she felt so damn bold enough to come though.” he said while they both walked outside to his car.

“Any plans for the night. Some of us were planning on going out tonight. Prolly hit up some clubs on the strip.” he told him.

“Nah fam. I promised (Y/N) I’d take her out to eat after I got back.” Erik told her as Trent nodded. Trent was about to say something but a car pulled into the drive way.

“Who is that?” Erik looked at him, only seeing the annoyed expression on his face. As soon as he saw that, he concluded who it was. “Trinity.”

“Remember what I told you.” He gave him a bro hug before walking back into the house. Erik seen him walk into the house but he heard the car door open and close. He slowly turned around before opening his own car door.

“Erik!” she called out for him walking closer to the car.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” Was all he asked her. She shrugged her shoulders before saying,

“I know you come on Friday’s to pick up your share.” she told him as he nodded scratching the back of his neck. “I miss you.” she said leaning on his back door, he laughed in her face.

“I don’t know whether that’s true or not but I really don’t care enough to find out. Now if you excuse me I-” he was cut off by her rolling her eyes and saying,

“You know you miss me too Erik. You can stop playing that game now because I know for a fact that you do.” she attempted to convince him but he shook his head

“No you don’t. You just miss the idea of me.” he said to her. “And I don’t miss you. I’ve moved on to bigger and better things.” he bragged to her. That made her laugh because the thought of someone being more cute or more bad than her was a foreign topic.

“Oh what? The dance teacher? That lame ass bitch, I am not scared. She’s not going to do shit” she said with a smirk on her face.

“Oh you say something to her, I’ll put a fucking bullet between your eyes. Understand?” he warned her as she scoffed. She shook her head looking down at the ground then back at him.

“What happened to us, Erik? We easily use to make our way back to each other but now you-”

“But now I don’t want you anymore. Especially after everything you done to me.”

Erik rubbed his temples annoyed at the fact that they were having another argument over something so stupid. “Trinity can you just shut up and sit down. I didn’t do nothing with her!” he yelled defending himself. He stood up walking towards her as she backed away.

“Nigga fuck you! Why that hoe came up to me and told me that!?” she asked grabbing the plates that were in the drying rack, throwing it at him.

“What the hell, calm the fuck down!?” he exclaimed ducking out of the way. She ran out of plates as he grabbed her hands putting her against the wall.

“I fucking hate you! And my dumb ass was sitting up here feeling bad because I cheated!” she yelled in his face as he pulled away. He looked at her in shock, backing away.

“Say that shit again.” she started to laugh hysterically at him.

“Oh you can do it but wanna get all hurt when I do it. You’re such a fucking hypocrite.” She suspected him to say something to her once she said that, but he just stared at her.

He nodded his head turning around. “Get out.” Was all he said before he walked into the living room, but she followed him.

“What do you-”

“You have 20 minutes to get the fuck outta my house before I put you out myself.” he snapped at her

“You’re so ridiculous. You cheated and-”

“What the fuck do you not understand dumb ass, I have never cheated on you!” he yelled at her. “Get your shit and leave.”

“I would have done anything for you but you fucked that up.” he snarled at her. “If you knew how I really felt, you wouldn’t be sitting up in my face with that goofy ass face.” he snapped at her.

“I fucking hate you.”

- - - - - - - - - -

(Y/N) was in his bathroom, fresh out the shower. She was brushing her teeth when she looked up in the mirror to see him standing there.

“What the- Erik you scared me!?” she yelled hitting him in his chest. He busted out laughing grabbing his chest as she turned around rinsing her mouth.

“I’m sorry fats.” he said wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her shoulder before massaging her hips. “So, I had a visitor at one of the houses.” he whispered as she opened her eyes from her relax state, looking at him through the mirror.

“Gonna tell me who?” she asked him.

“Trinity.” As soon as the name came out of his mouth, she looked at him in shock. She knew about how her and Erik broke up and how their relationship was. Honestly she was surprised that she was even Erik’s type considering that her and Trinity are complete opposite of each other.

She noticed before Erik and her got into a relationship how different they were but yet she felt like he was a soul mate. She questioned herself usually if Erik really did like her but he did more than just tell her that he wanted her. He showed her that he wanted her.

“Really/ What did she want?” she asked him looking into the sink.

“She was saying how she missed me.” he whispered placing his chin on her forehead. “Said how she wasn’t scared of you, blah blah.” he said then sighed as she looked back up at him.

“How’d she know where you were going to be?” she asked him.

“She knows I go over there to get my money on Friday’s. She shouldn’t be showing up anymore,” he comforted her. He noticed the concern look on her face before grabbing her hips and turning her around.

“You know I wouldn’t do something stupid right? I love you too much” he reminded her as she smiled at him.

“I know. I just don’t to get hurt.” she whispered looking down at herself playing with her hands. Erik lifted her head by her chin and whispered,

“I won’t. I promise.”

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