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“I Know” — CL16 + MV1

chapter 1 chapter 2

summary: the game doesn't stop once you leave the court OR part 2 of my challengers fic.

word count: 2.5k

tags: charles leclerc x fem! reader x max verstappen, smut, angst, fluff, everything really, complex relationship, implied cheating but also not how you expect it. MINORS DNI - WARNINGS UNDERNEATH

note: i have been loving writing this and exploring these characters and their dynamics. this chapter is shorter BUT that's because charles won in monaco and i felt like this would be a good celebration :) i hope u all enjoy it lovelies!

warnings: fingering (fem!receiving), dirty talking (a lot)

12:55AM

"Actually, I came here to tell you to lose" you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest defensively as the man looked down at you.

"Did you, now?" he asked, a finger raising your chin up towards him. Another joke, another teasing moment you couldn't run away from, couldn't resist despite your attempts at doing so.

He saw you merely nod. Part of him exhaled a short laugh, but another looked away from you. He was better than this. Better yet, you were better than this, much better. He also knew you were looking at him precisely how he wanted you to, a pleading in your eyes to succumb to the inevitable – but also a pleading to move away, to delay that inevitably for as long as possible.

He knew if he looked down again it would be over. You bit your lip as you stared at his tight jaw, at hints of a growing stubble across his face, at how everything about his body seemed to be a fight against itself.

"Charles" you called, unsure if he had heard it. He couldn't bear hearing your voice calling his name, and the stark, sudden change from his confident attitude to this restrained one was visible as he closed his eyes and swallowed dryly. "Hm?" was all he could reply. Was all he could bear to mutter without giving away the turmoil of his own mind.

"You're in the way."

YEARS EARLIER.

Max's hand was on your inner thigh and fighting against his mind to go much higher than that. You noticed the mole on his upper lip as he spoke, mostly because you tried to focus on his face more than his touch, afraid of letting it consume you.

"Did it actually matter? The winner?" he asked you. He pondered this many times after the match, head going back and forth between answers.

"It did to you both" you answered. He wasn't expecting it, really, yet he understood what you meant completely. Something about his relationship with Charles changed, and contrary to what was expected, it did so for the better.

"He thinks he knows what he wants" Max heard himself say, eyes locked on yours. He dared his hand to move upwards, just slightly, as if you wouldn't notice. As if his touch didn't make itself feel across your entire body.

"And what is that?" his face was so close to yours you were dizzy from holding back, dizzy by the sheer need you had to taste him again.

"Winning."

You raised an eyebrow at his answer, so bold yet calculated, hinting at something else, something more.

Both of you seemed aware of how talking about the other man ignited even more desire in you, excited you even more than it probably should.

"But he forgets why he wants it, what he truly wants. I never did." he continued, brushing your hair away from your neck in order to gain better access to it.

It was too much for you - how he seemed to know the right thing to do to send you just over the edge, to drive you to the limits of madness as your body yearned for him.

You took a deep breath, "Hm and what is it, Max?" he left sloppy, wet kisses along your neck now, as he realized he had won, pulling away only to smirk triumphantly, to admire his victory, looking at him almost completely disheveled already.

"You" his hand was as far up as it could now, leaving you completely vulnerable to how much he affected you. "So wet... And for who?" his question was a dare, a test of your honesty as his fingers brushed your clit. You could deny it, sure, but he knew the truth.

"For you" you said; an answer that was rewarded with a finger dipping slowly inside you, every inch of it felt as Max pushed inside you. He had to fight himself hard as he felt you tighten against his finger. Had to fight the urge to consume you fully right there and then because most of all he wanted to win.

"Why for me?" he asked, regaining control or convincing himself of it, another finger entering you and feeling how nicely you accomodated for him and him only. He was hard, his body craved the feeling of you around him, your wetness and heavy breath driving him to insanity and yet... and yet he let it hurt a bit. For he knew the long term pleasure would be bigger.

"Because you won" you answered, succumbing to him as his fingers curled inside you.

2:45PM

Cameras flashed in your direction inside the bustling studio. For brief minutes, your mind was focused on nothing but your own body and the camera, movements flowing through you and evoking new poses as you modeled.

It was good; to be distracted from Max, his tournament and the stress added to it. Too good to be true as you looked past the lights and photographers to a figure standing behind them, one that you were all too familiar with.

And now you were distracted once again, the double negatives not making positive. He was fit - tennis was doing him good, just as it was Max. His shoulders were broad and biceps more prominent in his polo shirt which hugged him tightly. He could only be mocking you. His awareness of how the timing conditioned every interaction between you and him couldn't go unnoticed - provocation written across his face as he admired you.

"Can we take 5?" you heard yourself say, unable to focus now that his presence haunted every picture like a ghost.

Charles watched as you got closer to him, wondering when exactly did he let you stray so further away from him, taking Max alongside you. He was a dick, really. His attitude was never the most humble or polite, not like his (now ex) best friend, who seemed to be more composed even in his nervousness.

Charles composed nature was more arrogant and overconfident, despite concealing little to nothing about his actual feelings. He wasn't familiar with insecurity the way Max was, so he never learned how to fake it that well.

You stopped in front of him, holding a cup filled with fruit as hunger crept up inside you now that you weren't focused on work.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you asked, a loud whisper, a soft yell that made Charles wonder how that could even be possible. It clicked, then. Max could yell silently. He couldn't. But it wasn't sad to notice this, it actually amused him, the irony of him being the odd one out but also the inescapable one, the one unpredictable factor in both of your lives.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart" he replied, taking a grape from your cup and popping it into him mouth as he smiled. His boasting attitude made you roll your eyes. It took all the restraint in the world not to snap back at him.

He liked that about you. How your eyebrows furrowed, how your mouth turned into a slight frown of annoyance. How easy it was to get under your skin. How he knew that you loved it.

"Just came to say hi and wish you two luck for later" he continued, not wanting to part ways from you just yet, knowing he hadn't pushed all of your buttons yet.

"Max doesn't need your good luck" you replied. You noticed how you were always more defensive of him, sometimes almost mothering him.

Charles' cool toned eyes looked down at you as he bit his lip. He got you, now. He knew that. "But you do."

"I don't need anything from you" the cup was now becoming humid in your hands, threatening to slip as you tightened your grip on it.

"Are you sure?" his question was risky. Maybe too risky. He wasn't careful, evoking ghosts of Christmas Past into the conversation; things you had agreed to act like they didn't happen because pride spoke louder than lust in the list of sins.

You turned around now, tired of listening to him, irritated at the image he had brought to the table of your minds. Your body on his, his hands gripping your hair tightly as your legs wrapped around his waist.

"I'm not you side piece" he said. No, he chanted, teasingly, daringly. And as he saw you stopping in your tracks he knew he had hit a nerve, got you precisely where he wanted yoi.

"The only piece you are is a piece of shit"

YEARS EARLIER.

If Charles focused hard enough - really, really hard - maybe he could fight his own body against reacting as hard as it was to Max's secrecy regarding what happened between you two.

"You know, I don't kiss and tell" he said, hands behind his head as he layed down in his bed. They shared a room - they always did, it was natural, something they did so often they didn't even think about it anymore, like breathing or riding a bike,

"You're such an asshole, I'd never do this to you" Charles replied, fake annoyance in his tone as he threw his pillow at his friend's face.

"I may be. But I'm the asshole who won" the pillow flew to its initial place once again, hitting Charles' bed and then the floor, almost in a defeated position itself.

Charles knew something had had happened, mainly because he thought about it so much he knew he had made the thought into a reality. Maybe he was going insane, looking at Max and imagining you under him, your bodies intertwined and faces filled with pleasure. He wondered if it was jealousy or lust that filled him - if there even was a difference. And if it was jealous, who or what was he jealous of?

Running a hand through his hair, he tried to focus. He was upset because he lost. It didn't matter what, he would always be upset over losing; yet this time it pained him more. He had lost to both of you, lost to himself by being left out of something he so desperately wanted.

"I'll beat you someday" Charles said, trying to keep up the joyful mood.

"Will it matter then?" Max asked. It was an innocent question, yet it was also a test: to his own rationality, to Charles' emotions and to where they stood in their friendship.

They locked eyes with each other and for a second the room was so quiet it might've been paused by someone's remote, the silence engulfing them both like a wave.

But as soon as it came, it disappeared. And Charles shrugged, picked up his pillow from the carpeted hotel floor and replied "I think it will to her"

Max allowed himself to close his eyes for a second, wondering if he should speak or not. He laughed at his own twisted thoughts, questioning his own morality as he felt his blood pumping through his veins.

"You know this just makes it hotter for me, right?" he asked his friend in the bed only a bedside table away frim him. "You wanting my girlfriend, all intense and shit."

Charles knew this. He was fighting similar feelings, knowing part of your allure also lied in their own desire for you.

What they didn't know is that you shared these thoughts, your attraction towards both of these men relying not only on their own selves but on their fight for you and each other.

11:00PM

You fidgeted with your wedding ring, looking at the way it adorned your long fingers. You looked at his hand then, both so different from each other.

You were a good wife, weren't you? You supported Max, you listened to him and you made him laugh. You cared about him more than anything else, though that was harder to admit.

Aren't people allowed to have flaws? Wasn't Charles his flaw as well? Wasn't he on the back of both of your minds, wasn't he just another reason why you loved each other so much?

"He went to my workplace today" you said as his head rested on your lap, smooth skin caressing his face. His body stiffened, yet it didn't seem like nervousness was the emotion affecting him.

"I think he's nervous." You continued, knowing his silence was a code for you to keep going.

He chuckled at your words. "About playing against me or you watching him?"

"I think it's more about you watching him than anything." More silence followed. He didn't want to argue with you, not when your touch felt so comforting and your words melted into his ears. "He likes you"

"He respects me" This time he retorted, his hand holding your arm as if in an attempt to wake you up from whatever sleep you were in.

"Same difference" you shrugged.

"For you, it is."

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Break the Tension [Chapter Four: "Admitting Defeat"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 7.8k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; Enemies to lovers, sexual tension, smut, semi-public sex, light angst

a/n: This part is mostly just lots of smut, I'll be honest. Y'all have finally gotten to the smutty bits! But don't worry, there's some angst coming next... Feedback is always appreciated!

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Lying wide awake, Matt ground his teeth together as the scratchy sheets of his bed for the weekend irritatingly rubbed along the skin of his bare forearms. He'd gone to sleep having no choice but to wear a shirt and sweatpants despite how much he hated trying to fall asleep in multiple layers, the confines of the fabric constricting him uncomfortably as he slept. But it was either that or the feel of the manor's cotton sheets against his skin, scratching him like a large sheet of sandpaper. He knew he absolutely wouldn't be able to stand the feel of it all over his body no matter how much he tried to ignore it, so sleeping in clothing was unavoidable this weekend.

Though that wasn't the sole reason he was wide awake while the rest of the bridal party had finally settled into their own rooms for the night after the fire. No, the real reason he couldn't sleep was because of you. Because you were asleep just in the room next to his.

For the past hour now he had tried not to eavesdrop on you in your room–and he had truthfully tried hard. He knew it was wrong, that it was a massive invasion of your privacy. He was also aware of just how pissed off you’d be at him if you ever found out that he had been listening to you like this. But he had also never been quite so close to you before for such an extended period of time, with only a single wall separating the pair of you. And really, there was only so much control that he could realistically exert over his senses, especially after that kiss in the hallway only a few hours ago. He really couldn't stop himself, almost incapable of tuning you out no matter how hard he kept trying.

It didn't help that the taste of you still lingered on his tongue, driving him wild as he lay there on his back. He had tried to get rid of it when he had aggressively brushed his teeth before bed tonight–twice. But the sweet, delicious memory of something that was so distinctly you remained, overpowering the mint of his toothpaste. And the memory of your soft, delicate lips hungrily kissing him back had driven him nearly delirious. Your hands had so eagerly tangled into his hair when he’d pressed his growing erection into the softness of your thigh as he pushed you back into that wall while simultaneously fighting the urge to devour every inch of you. The smooth warmth of your bare thigh as his hand had snuck its way up beneath your dress in that hallway felt like it was burning his fingertips even now.

And hell the goddamn scent of your arousal soaking through your panties in that impassioned moment had intoxicated him; it had infected him with a raging desire to have you however he could. You had soaked that thin bit of fabric all because of him . Because you wanted him just as much as he wanted you despite all your arguments trying to convince him otherwise. He still couldn't get the scent of it out of his nose. Even now he could still smell it, the faint scent of it hanging in the air just outside of his room in the hallway hours later. That was yet another reason he lay there clenching his jaw and fisting the sheets, struggling to fight the urge to get out of bed and head over to your room to disturb you at this late hour.

And there you were, innocently lying asleep in the bed just in the room next door. Entirely unaware of the effect you were having on him. As you slept in blissful ignorance, Matt had heard every movement your legs had occasionally made beneath the sheets of your bed, and from the sound they made against the cotton each time, he knew you weren’t wearing any pants. Truthfully it didn't sound like you were wearing much of anything in your bed. And that knowledge had long since sent his blood southward, his cock painfully straining against his confining boxers.

With every little soft exhale of yours next door that he had unintentionally picked up on, he had kept telling himself that he absolutely��should not touch himself. Because that would be wrong, so very, very wrong. But then he recalled the delicious sound of that moan you'd loosed into the hallway when his mouth had been on your skin, the memory echoing through his mind, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle. There was no way this night was going to end without him relieving that desperate, growing need for you that had been tormenting him since you'd first stepped inside the manor earlier this evening and he’d caught the scent of your pheromones once more after all these years.

Eyes pinching shut, Matt's hand tossed the irritating sheets off of himself in defeat. Reaching down, he palmed his cock over his sweatpants, a faint hiss escaping between his teeth as he did. He was already so aroused that the pressure of his hand through the layers of clothes had him already fighting back a groan. Running his hand lightly along the length of himself over the soft material of his sweatpants, his body gave a slight jolt against the mattress. He was so impossibly sensitive already, struggling under even that slight bit of stimulation. He’d grown so aroused without you even here. It was truly embarrassing how much you turned him into a pathetic mess without even trying. No one had ever had an effect on him like this before. No one.

The sound of your steady and even heartbeat from the room next door filled his ears as you continued to sleep, but soon all Matt could hear was the frenzied, erratic pounding it had been doing earlier in your chest when he had first put his mouth on yours. Suddenly he was recalling the feel of your blood racing through your veins as your heart had frantically hammered away when he'd trailed his tongue along the delicate skin of your neck. And fuck had he loved the way he'd made your blood rush throughout your body despite all that anger and distaste you constantly threw at him.

Because you wanted him. Your body hadn't been able to lie to him about that.

With a frustrated groan at the newfound revelation of this evening, Matt's hand rose up before dipping beneath the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers. As he heard each soft breath from your sleeping form next door, he couldn't help but feel absolutely filthy when he gripped the painfully hard girth of himself in his hand. He could hear a voice in his head chastising himself, pointing out that this was wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this. He was invading your privacy–this was obscene . But yet, as his hand ran up the length of himself, catching the warm dribbles of pre-cum coating the tip of his cock, he couldn't fight the shudder of pleasure as he simultaneously heard you sigh in your sleep.

“ Fucking–hell,” Matt choked out.

And then he was unable to stop himself.

Working his own arousal over the length of himself, Matt's head rolled back along the pillow. Parting his lips a fraction, he could just barely taste the lingering essence of you on his tongue from where it still hung in the air outside of his room. His eyes rolled back behind closed lids, a deep rumble coming from within his chest.

“Always knew it,” he muttered quietly, his hand still stroking himself. “Always knew you'd taste so unbelievably good.”

His tongue darted out, pathetically wetting his lips and hoping for something more of you on them. With a frustrated grimace, a faint whine escaped his mouth as his eyes pinched tighter shut. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the actual thing. It wasn’t you .

“That’s only a hint of you, isn’t it?” Matt whispered to your sleeping form next door, hand still pumping his sensitive cock. “Just a faint taste. Not as good as the real thing.”

Of course he knew you couldn't hear him, but part of himself imagined that you could. He wanted to picture you waking up in your room next door, hearing him touching himself to thoughts of you. Gritting his teeth together, his hand tightened around his cock, his pace picking up as his other hand desperately tugged his sweatpants and boxers down his legs and out of his way.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Matt panted out into the empty room and to your sleeping ears. “Bet you'd just love this right now. Knowing I couldn’t resist jerking off because you were sleeping so close by.”

You shifted beneath the sheets in the other room again, the sound of your bare skin against cotton reminding him of your lack of clothing right now. He bit his lip, trying to quiet a moan as he remembered the soft feel of the inside of your thigh beneath his fingers. Breath still coming in shallow as he worked himself, he imagined being able to pin you to that bed and to kiss that spot on your thigh, running his tongue lightly back and forth along you teasingly. Matt's hips began to buck upwards into his fist as he recalled the moan you'd made earlier. Would that elicit another one from you? Or maybe if he bit the skin there, something rougher and impossible to ignore, would you cry his name out?

Lip curling upwards into something like a snarl, the thought drove him absolutely mad. He could feel the spark of pleasure burning its way up his spine now, something tightening deep in his gut. He was already getting so close, the ache of laying awake wanting you for so long already drawing him so soon to his release.

“Bet I'd–make you cum–,” he grunted out, his words accentuated each time he fucked up into his hand, “just as– ahhh–fast.”

The thought of that–of you writhing on the bed beneath him, your blood coursing hot through your veins, sweat coating your skin, your nails digging into his back as he buried himself deep inside of you over and over–had a low, feral growl rolling up from out of his throat. His cock was throbbing in his grasp now at the sensory overload he was imagining in his head. The sound of your pleasured, breathy moans. The taste and scent of you infiltrating all of his senses, taking over in ways he'd only ever been allowed to imagine. The way you might finally say his name in a trembling, ecstasy-filled whimper.

A pitiful whine fell out of Matt as that wave of pleasure slammed into him hard and fast. Quickly he fought back the loud groan in his throat, the noise coming out like a strangled whimper instead as his warm release began to spill down his hand and over his abdomen, hot droplets falling onto the hem of his shirt. Matt was breathing hard as he worked himself through his release still imagining the sound of you crying his name out in a high-pitched voice.

It was a moment that Matt lay there on the bed afterwards, trying to catch his breath as the reality of what he'd just done hit him. He'd really jerked off to you sleeping next door like he was a hormonal teenager all over again and unable to control himself. But as much as he wanted to feel guilt and shame as his sweaty chest heaved along the mattress, his tee-shirt clinging to his skin, all he felt was the clarity of what he'd known had been lingering there for a very long time.

Matt liked you. Beneath the desire he'd always secretly harbored for you during your time at Columbia together, he'd always known there was something more holding him back from just laying on the charm and trying to get you to fuck him in the hopes of finally quelling his lust. Besides the fear he'd always had of flirting with you and the scent of your arousal publicly embarrassing him on campus, he'd truly never tried to flirt with you because he’d over time grown feelings for you. Ones he always tried to deny he actually felt because you’d made him feel things no one had ever made him feel before. Not even Elektra had a hold over him like you did when he had met you a year later. And that terrified Matt. He had no idea what to do about the inexplicable pull you had on him.

Releasing a deep, resigned sigh, Matt already knew he wasn't going to survive this weekend with you here. Not without giving in. Especially not after that kiss and what he'd just done in his bed with you asleep next door. He’d only grow nastier and meaner towards you if he tried to keep holding you at a distance.

But maybe it was about time he stopped being so afraid of you. Maybe it was time he admitted defeat and let whatever might possibly happen between you both finally just happen. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

Leaning forward towards the mirror, you inspected the newly applied makeup on your face. You turned your head back and forth as you examined it in the light, a smile making its way across your lips at a joke a bridesmaid behind you had just made. The sound of laughter broke out a moment later, the noise filling the room.

Satisfied with your appearance, you turned around and made your way over to your small clutch purse that you'd left on a nearby table. You'd brought it with you to the bridal suite earlier this morning when you’d met up with Marci and all the other bridesmaids, planning to keep it with you today to hold everything you might possibly need. You didn’t really want to have to waste time running across the manor grounds and back to your room because you’d forgotten something once the events of the day had really begun.

Beginning to rifle through the purse, you pushed aside your phone, emergency tampons, and lipstick in search of the small bottle of perfume you'd packed this weekend for the wedding. A frown eventually settled on your lips as you searched through your bag as a slow realization hit you. You must have forgotten to put the bottle back in after you'd gotten ready in a hurry last night for the rehearsal dinner. Most likely the bottle was still sitting on your dresser in your room.

“Something wrong?”

At the sound of the voice you glanced up, spotting the pretty blonde named Karen who you'd met just last night at the fire. She was eyeing you with a slight furrow in her brows and concern in her eyes. Releasing a sigh, your shoulders dropped as you set your bag down.

“Not really,” you told her. “It just seems I left the perfume I wanted to wear back in my room.”

“Oh, well you're welcome to borrow mine if you don't want to go back to your room and grab it,” she offered with a friendly smile.

Glancing over at Marci where she had been sitting for the past few minutes, you saw the makeup artist beginning to apply a layer of foundation as the photographer continued to snap photos of her. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you contemplated how much longer you had before she would be finished and you'd need to get into your dress and be ready for more photos yourself.

“Do you really think I've got time to run back across this massive place to grab it?” you asked, focusing back on Karen.

She nodded, a few loose blonde curls bouncing with the movement. “I don’t think Marci will be finished for a little while now and the photographer is mostly done with us. I heard them saying they were just grabbing candid shots of Marci getting ready now,” she assured you. “So you've got some time.”

“Alright,” you said slowly, plucking your room key from out of your open purse, “I'm just going to run back to my room and grab that bottle then. In case anyone wonders where I am.”

Karen nodded again, that friendly smile still on her face. “I'll let Marci know!” she told you.

You shot Karen a brief smile of your own before turning on your heels. Making your way across the room, you quickly headed over towards the door of the bridal suite. Pulling it open, you slipped out into the hallway before carefully closing the door after yourself. Not wanting to waste any time, you turned to your right and headed down the length of the hall and back towards the manor's foyer.

As you walked, your heels clicked along the beautiful floor, your hands self-consciously tightening the tie of your lavender robe around yourself. Marci had wanted all of you to stay in the matching robes for photos while you all got ready, but now that you were wandering the halls of the manor, you had become very aware of the fact that you were only wearing a bra and panties beneath the thin, short material. By the time you’d finally entered the main foyer of the building, the cold of the manor's air conditioning had already chilled your mostly bare skin beneath the robe.

At the sound of booming laughter echoing from down a nearby hallway, the noise growing louder than the sound of your own heels, you picked up your pace and began to walk a little faster. The laughter had sounded like it had come from Foggy and his groomsmen who you knew were getting ready in a room somewhere across the manor from where the bride and bridesmaids were spending the morning. Not wanting to be caught up in an unexpected conversation in your current state of undress, you rushed down the now familiar hall which led towards the bedrooms, your arms awkwardly wrapping around your chest. You just wanted to grab your perfume and get back to the bridal suite, feeling rather uncomfortable roaming the halls barely dressed. At least being around the other bridesmaids who were also in their robes didn't make you feel so out of place.

But as you rushed down the hall, your eyes inevitably fell upon that spot.

Your heels faltered along the floor, the uneven sound of their clacking hitting your ears before you briefly came to a stop. It was the same spot where Matt had grabbed you by the arm last night and pushed you up against the wall, caging you between his muscular arms and calling for a truce. A sharp breath escaped your lips as you recalled the way his mouth had felt on yours soon after, one hand absently reaching up and brushing the tips of your fingers over your bottom lip at the memory.

Matt Murdock was a good kisser, you couldn't deny that.

Though you'd been confused about the way he'd made you feel last night. He was the cocky asshole who'd made your time at Columbia torture. The guy who'd only ever teased you and turned law school into a competition with you. The guy who'd grown a reputation on campus as charming and sexy but yet only ever showed you a side that was rude and unbearable. He shouldn't have gotten your blood so heated with such minimal effort last night. Not after what he'd put you through for all those years.

There was absolutely no way he should have left you wondering if you might have had a crush on him. The thought was absolutely ridiculous. He was nothing other than a fuckboy in college, and with the way he’d apparently gone after Karen, his own firm’s employee, he had made it seem like that was something that had never changed about him.

But yet–

With a firm shake of your head, you forced your feet to carry you forward the few more steps towards your room. Roughly sticking the key into the door's lock, you pushed your thoughts aside. Today was Marci and Fog's wedding day. You weren't going to waste anymore energy thinking about Matt or why your body had reacted to him like it had last night. Or why you'd wanted things to go much further than they had.

You pushed the door of your room open, stepping inside and only lightly tossing the door shut after yourself. Though you knew it hadn't fully closed, your ears catching the way the door hadn't solidly shut like it usually did. But your focus was elsewhere at the moment as your eyes darted to the dresser situated across from the bed. The little glass bottle of perfume you'd been looking for sat there innocently in front of the mirror.

Crossing the room in a handful of strides, you came to a stop in front of the dresser and reached a hand out to grab the perfume. Though as your hand wrapped around the little glass bottle, you caught the wash of light that flooded your bedroom from the hallway as your door swung open. Your head quickly darted over your shoulder before your eyes grew wide in surprise. Matt was standing in the threshold, his cane gripped tight in one hand as he focused his attention towards you, his red lenses blocking your view of his eyes. You felt the way your pulse skipped at his sudden appearance, especially with how little you were wearing in comparison to his dark sweatpants and gray tee-shirt.

“I think you have the wrong room, Murdock,” you said, tone more breathless than irritated.

He shook his head as he stepped further into your room, boldly closing the door behind himself. This time it shut with an unmistakeable click . You swallowed hard, feeling your heart beginning to beat a little faster in your chest at the prospect of being alone with him once more. What was he even doing here? He was supposed to be getting ready with the other groomsmen.

“No,” he replied, voice low as he shook his head. “I don't.”

He began to make his way towards you through the room, moving far better than you'd ever seen him navigate a space before without the use of his cane in his hand. As if he'd somehow already mapped out your room in his mind just from the singular time he'd been in it. Though your thoughts didn't linger on that for long, too distracted by the determined and purposeful strides he was taking towards you now. Releasing the bottle of perfume, you turned entirely towards him. But as he continued to silently advance on you, your breath increasing, you took a step back until your body was pressing back against the dresser, leaving you trapped between him and the piece of furniture.

Eventually he came to a stop just before you, silently resting his cane against the edge of the dresser a few inches to your right. Trying to steady yourself, both of your hands dropped down beside your hips and clutched at the wooden piece of furniture behind you as your attention dropped down to his lips. You hated how you were already thinking about them on you.

“What’re you doing here, Murdock?” you asked, eyes still transfixed by his mouth.

“Heard you were in the hall,” he vaguely answered. “And I wanted to talk to you. Alone.”

For a moment he stood there before you, only a foot of space separating the pair of you. The edge of the dresser was biting into your ass with how much you’d tried to shrink yourself back into it. The expression on Matt’s face, from what you could see of it with his dark glasses still on, didn’t look remotely teasing. Instead, there was something unreadable to the set of his brow and the curve of his lips. And his sudden, unannounced appearance in your room right now had you even more uncertain of how to respond to him and the silent way he was practically looming over you.

“I thought we’d–we’d called a truce last night,” you reminded him. “You can’t just–just come barging into my room like this. And today really isn’t the day for you to try to start shit with me because it’s our friends’ wedding day, Murdock. We need to try to get along today so as to not ruin–”

As you spoke, Matt had closed the remaining bit of space between the pair of you. His hands landed on the dresser beside both of yours, his fingers just barely brushing yours in the process and catching you off guard. Immediately you’d lost your train of thought at the light touch, a surprised gasp cutting you off mid-sentence.

“I know that,” he murmured, drawing his face far too close to yours. “I’m not here to fight.”

Finding it hard to breathe with his face mere inches from yours, you swallowed hard once more. Your pulse was pounding in your throat now, you could feel each thudding beat of it.

“Then what are you doing?” you asked him.

“You said last night,” Matt began, his voice a deep rumble that had the hairs along your forearm raising, “that nothing would go further between us unless I admitted something to you. Is that correct?”

Eyebrows shooting up onto your forehead in surprise, your eyes widened back at him. Was he really about to admit that you were right, then?

“Yes,” you answered.

The corner of his lip twitched upwards briefly, one of his shoulders shrugging lightly. “Well,” he said, “that’s why I’m here.”

Breath catching in your throat, you stood entirely still in front of him. One of Matt’s warm hands gently slid atop yours, completely engulfing it. You felt lightheaded as you watched him, not sure how the man who’d been so rude to you for years was having such an effect on you or why you didn’t want it to stop.

“You were right,” he admitted softly. “I have always wanted you. I still do.”

A spark of something white hot shot through you at the sound of him admitting you were right for once coupled with his surprising confession. You caught the way his head tilted ever so slightly to the side seconds later, but all you could focus on was the heat quickly burning through you, warming your chilled skin beneath your robe as your focus returned to his mouth.

So you’d been right all along. For some reason Matthew Murdock had always wanted to fuck you, despite the way he’d always treated you in the past. Despite all the snide remarks and competitive taunts during your time in college. And now here he was, finally admitting it aloud. And the power you gained from his admission and from hearing him admit that you were right for once was exhilarating, hitting you with a sudden confidence.

“Can’t stop thinking about me then, Murdock?” you teased, unable to help yourself.

You saw the way his jaw clenched, his hand that was covering yours soon tightening around it. Satisfaction along with arousal soon flooded your body at his response to your teasing. His nostrils flared, a sharp exhale leaving his nose. Your hips lightly squirmed along the dresser at the sight.

“No,” he confessed.

Leaning in a fraction towards him, your mouth so close to his, you caught the way he stiffened at your proximity. A smile spread across your lips in return, enjoying this moment far too much.

“Prove it then,” you whispered.

Matt’s lip curled back into something like a snarl, the tension visibly showing in his shoulders. A noise vibrated deep within his throat, something like a frustrated growl that had your hips shifting against the dresser behind you yet again. He looked about ready to lunge at you, though he was clearly struggling to hold himself back. The sight of him beginning to unravel only had you biting your lip, trying to keep the smile on your face from growing even wider. You hadn’t anticipated having such an effect on him.

“Is that your permission then?” he asked, voice strained.

“Yeah,” you answered smugly, drawing your face away from his and delighting in the way his lips thinned out. “You say you want me, Murdock? I want you to prove it. But can I make a request?” you asked curiously.

“What?” he immediately questioned back.

Your left hand reached up towards his face before your fingertips gently tapped the side of his glasses. “I ask that these go. No hiding behind them.”

Without a word his hand rose up, grabbing the glasses from off the bridge of his nose and sliding them down and off of his face. As he leaned over to set them along the dresser and out of the way beside you, you realized this was the first time you’d ever seen him without them. Not only did it fully hit you just how attractive he was without them obstructing part of his face, but it hit you just how vulnerable he must’ve just made himself to you by removing them. Something you weren’t entirely sure what to make of in the moment, especially considering the history you had with him.

But you didn’t have long to wonder about that because Matt’s hands were soon on you, brushing along the thin fabric covering you before he easily found the tie of your robe. His fingers began to deftly undo the knot as your hands still tightly gripped the edge of the dresser.

“Wasn’t expecting you to be wearing so little already,” he mused. “But I’m not complaining.”

“You’re a bit overdressed, though,” you shot back.

The first cocky smile of his finally spread across his mouth at your comment, but he only shook his head as he finally undid the knot of your robe. The material fell open around you, revealing yourself to him and the cold of the room.

“You’re the one wanting me to prove something to you, right?” he retorted. “This time it isn’t about me.”

Your head curiously tilted to the side at his words, eyes narrowing. “This time?” you asked him.

His hands were on your hips, gripping them tight over the fabric of your robe. A surprised yelp slipped out of your mouth when he abruptly lifted you up in his hands, raising you onto the dresser behind you. Your hands gripped the furniture harder as you tried to steady yourself, not wanting to slip off of it at the unexpected shift in position. Matt’s hands didn’t even hesitate; they soon left your hips before sensually sliding their way up the tops of your bare thighs as he positioned his body between them. As his hands navigated their way upwards towards your panties, he bit his lip, his eyes tightening at the corners as if he was already enjoying himself.

“I’ve got a feeling this won’t be the only time,” he replied.

“So sure of yourself, are you, Murdock?” you shot back.

“Mmm,” he hummed out, his fingertips slipping beneath the top of your lacy black underwear. “Mhmm. And I’m certain that won’t be the name you’re using for much longer.”

“And what makes you–”

You abruptly broke off on a gasp as Matt’s hands began to slide your underwear down your thighs, his face dipping down as his teeth gently nipped at your exposed collarbone. Gradually his lips began placing light kisses down your sternum as you felt your panties slip over your feet and drop to the floor below you.

“What makes you so sure of that?” you finished breathlessly.

“Because I know what I’m doing,” he answered against your chest.

You pulled a face, immediately rolling your eyes as his lips continued trailing the length of your sternum. Of course he was going to be cocky about this, you should’ve known that. This was the guy you’d referred to as Manwhore Murdock a few times back in college. But before you could open your mouth and make a witty retort of your own, his hands landed on your knees before abruptly spreading them wide. Lips parting in surprise, you watched as he sank to his own knees before you. As he sidled his way forward and positioned himself between your legs, his sightless gaze made its way upwards towards your chest. You could feel your heart still beating furiously away as you stared down at him below you, the sight of him there doing so many wonderful and unexplainable things to your body.

“You’re enjoying this already,” Matt stated.

It wasn’t a question. And he wasn’t wrong. And part of you wanted to smack him for that.

Tongue darting out between your lips, your eyes once more narrowed at him below you. His own gaze seemed to fix further upwards towards your mouth at the gesture, as if he somehow knew what you were doing. Overcome by a sudden confidence of your own when his large hands landed on your thighs and gripped them tight, fingers digging into your flesh, the smug comment flew out of you before you could stop it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be proving something?” you pointed out. “Because right now it feels like you’re stalling. And if you’ve forgotten already, we sort of have a wedding to finish getting ready for.”

A dark look washed over Matt’s face instantly at your words. His hands on your thighs abruptly pulled you forward to the edge of the dresser and right towards him unbelievably fast. The restrained strength at the gesture wiped the smug smile directly off of your face just before Matt’s head shifted, his mouth beginning to trail open-mouthed kisses up the inside of your left thigh, beginning at your knee.

By the time his mouth had reached the inside of your thigh, his tongue softly lapping at a particularly sensitive place, your right hand had loosened its hold on the dresser. Instead, you’d reached out, grabbing onto his firm, muscular shoulder and digging your nails into the meat of it. Your breath was coming in sharp, shallow pants that were filling the room, your cunt begging for attention as Matt only ignored it for the delicate skin of your thigh.

The rough stubble of his face was pleasantly scratching along your skin as he continued his leisurely attentions to that particularly sensitive spot. Though every so often you’d hear him emit a rumbling noise in his chest, something akin to an animalistic growl. For some reason the sound was the opposite of off-putting. Every time you heard it, the blunt nails of his fingers digging into your thighs, you found yourself growing wetter and wetter. You were certain a pool of your arousal had to have been forming along the dresser by now–something you’d have been embarrassed about if you hadn’t been enjoying yourself so much.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” Matt confessed in a near-whisper, his lips leaving your skin as his eyes landed around your chest once more. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. Never thought I would.”

You were taken entirely off guard by the honesty in his tone and the sincere expression on his face. Right now, with his eyes dropping closed and his cheeks flushed pink, he looked nothing like the Matt Murdock you’d always known. Instead, he looked just as you remembered him looking last night when you’d pulled away from him during that kiss.

Something about his visible vulnerability right now struck you as odd. You'd never seen him anything other than self-assured, smug, and irritating. But when Matt’s face turned again and you felt the wet tip of his tongue brush faintly over your clit, the thought completely left you. Head rolling back over your shoulders, your mind went entirely blank as you released a soft curse into the room.

“That’s it,” Matt praised, hot breath hitting your cunt as he spoke. “Don’t fight it.”

You felt the warm heat of his tongue lapping at your entrance next, your hand tightening around his shoulder as you squeezed your eyes even further shut. The noises he was soon making were filthy and delicious as they mixed with the soft squelch of your wet cunt, his tongue gingerly diving in and out of you repeatedly. He sounded like he was enjoying the best meal of his life as he loudly groaned against you, the sounds causing your hips to eagerly squirm atop the dresser. But the weight of his hands on your thighs only pressed down further, continuing to hold you firm to the dresser beneath you so you couldn't move no matter how much you struggled against him.

When his tongue ran its way back up towards your clit, lightly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, your right hand released his shoulder and came to grab a fistful of his hair. With a throaty growl Matt responded by latching his beautiful plush lips to the little bud and sucking it into his mouth. White flashed across your closed lids, your back arching as a moan flew up out of you at the pleasure he was bringing you with just his skilled mouth.

You were so overcome with blissful ecstasy that you’d stopped trying to fight back all of the noises that his mouth alone was drawing forth from you. A light sheen of sweat had formed along your brow as the obscene sounds filled the space around you. A part of you was vaguely aware that anyone in the hall would surely hear something going on in your room right now, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. No one had ever made you feel even a fraction this good before and now you were lost in the moment here with Matt.

As your legs began to tremble along the surface of the dresser, you knew you were nearing your climax. You could feel it growing, building tighter and tighter deep in your stomach with every pass of his tongue, every suction of his lips on you. You hadn’t even realized what had slipped out of your mouth until it finally had.

“Oh, Matthew.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the way his hands had savagely gripped you even more firmly in his hold at the way you’d moaned his name. Somehow he managed to bury his face even further into your cunt with the loudest, hungriest moan. With an enthusiasm you'd never experienced in a partner before, Matt's mouth determinedly brought you to the brink.

Toes curling inside of your heels, your fingers clenched around the strands of his hair as your head dropped back over your shoulders. A surge of pleasure shot through you as you came hard on his mouth. Biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, you fought back a cry that had surprised even yourself as you reached your peak before tumbling right over it. Your entire body quaked, your muscles tensing as Matt’s mouth only continued its determined efforts while your thighs clamped around his face.

Eventually your body steadily and blissfully sunk forward, limbs feeling leaden from the intense orgasm Matt had just given you–one like you'd never experienced before. But as you struggled to catch your breath, you saw Matt’s face turn towards the inside of your left thigh before his wet mouth buried itself against your skin. His face contorted, twisting in sheer pleasure as a moan unexpectedly dragged its way long and slow from his throat, the sound somewhat muffled by your thigh.

Still breathing heavily, you gazed down at Matt where he was still kneeling between your legs. From the way he was resting his forehead against your thigh, his own chest heaving after the pleasure-filled moan he’d just made, along with the blissed out expression on what you could see of his face, it appeared that he'd also just gotten off. His eyelids remained closed as you untangled your fingers from his hair, your hand once more coming to grasp onto the dresser beneath you as you studied him on his knees before you. Brows knitting faintly together, the question sprung from your mouth before you could stop it.

“Did you really just…get off from that?” you asked.

You'd had partners in the past who'd been willing and occasionally even eager when it came to performing oral before, but never did you have a partner who might have actually enjoyed themselves so much that they had gotten off simultaneously without any further stimulation of their own. Something unfamiliar stirred within you at the prospect that he might have done just that.

Matt cleared his throat at your question though, drawing you back to the present as an almost sheepish expression crossed his face when he pulled away from your thigh. His eyes remained downcast as he rose back up to his feet before taking a noticeable step back from where you still sat on the dresser. With him standing, your eyes inevitably lowered, catching sight of the decent sized wet patch that was now darkening the front of his sweatpants. Bottom lip slipping between your teeth, you found yourself fighting down another wave of arousal at the sight.

He’d definitely cum from just eating you out.

“I uh…that usually isn't the case,” he muttered awkwardly. “Normally that doesn't–doesn't happen. I just–”

He stood there floundering for a moment, his mouth opening and closing. Clearing his throat awkwardly once more, he took a step forward towards the dresser, one hand feeling along the surface for where he had set his glasses in clear embarrassment. Reaching a hand out, you picked them up and brought them over to his searching one.

“Here,” you said.

You watched as he slipped them back onto his nose, frowning a little as they once more obstructed the handsome features of his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Tongue darting out, you wet your lips as you stared curiously back at him. “So you really are attracted to me then, aren't you?” you suddenly asked.

“Look, if you're going to make this a thing,” Matt began in a rush, “I might remind you of the truce we made for the sake of the wedding today.”

You shook your head quickly, gradually sliding down from off of the dresser. Pulling the robe back around yourself, you began to tie it closed once more.

“I'm not making it a thing,” you assured him, bending down and retrieving your panties from the floor. “It's just…no one's ever gotten off while doing that with me before,” you admitted. “And if I'm being honest, I found it kind of hot that you enjoyed yourself that much. It was…unexpected.”

His covered gaze focused around your chest, his head tilting to the side for a moment as he studied you in silence. Nervously you gnawed your bottom lip, not sure how to proceed in this strange situation you'd found yourself in with Matt as you slipped your panties back on. Part of you couldn't believe you'd just confessed that to him, though most of you was still a little in shock that you'd even let him of all people do what he'd just done– and that you'd liked it as much as you had.

“We should–should probably get back to our friends, though,” you pointed out, remembering that you'd certainly taken longer in your room than you'd meant to by now. “Pretty sure my absence has to have become noticeable at this point.”

Matt sent you a small smile, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, you're probably right. Guess it's a good thing my room is just next door.”

You leaned over, grabbing his cane from where it was still resting against the dresser in one hand before grabbing the bottle of perfume that you’d actually come back to your room for in the other. “You might want this,” you said, turning back towards Matt and holding his cane out to him.

Matt extended his arm in your direction and you placed the cane into his awaiting hand. He smiled and sent you a soft ‘thank you’ in return before he began fiddling with it in his hands, twisting it awkwardly. For a moment you just watched him, in awe at the side of Matthew Murdock you'd never really seen before, a side where he almost appeared out of place and slightly timid. It made him seem vastly less intimidating.

“I don't know about you, but this isn't exactly how I saw this weekend going when I was told you were going to be here,” you admitted.

“Well, that makes two of us,” Matt agreed.

He turned and began to make his way back towards the door, his cane tapping along the floor as he moved this time. You quickly followed after him, your heart beating a little harder from your own nerves now, uncertain what to make of what had just transpired between you both.

When he reached the door that led back to the hallway, you hurriedly stepped in front and opened it for him. Though, before either of you stepped out, you certainly paused and made sure to do a quick sweep of the hallway first, scanning it for witnesses. Thankfully it was empty.

“So is it safe to assume we're keeping this just between us?” you asked him, moving out of the doorway.

Matt's head shifted over his shoulder, his attention fixed on you. His lips curled into a faint smile as he gave you a single nod. “If that's what you want.”

You shrugged, one hand still holding onto the handle of your door. “Might be easier to avoid the interrogation we'd find ourselves in the middle of otherwise this weekend,” you replied.

“Then my lips are sealed,” he assured you.

Matt stepped out into the hallway before immediately turning and heading towards his room next to yours. You stepped out into the hallway after him, closing the door to your room behind yourself as you did.

“Guess I'll see you in a bit then, Murdock,” you told him. “For the ceremony.”

Matt abruptly stopped mid-step, his head darting over his shoulder towards you once again as he paused in front of the door to his room. The familiar cocky grin you were used to was drawn across his lips now, all timidity gone.

“Back to Murdock already?” he asked.

“So it seems,” you answered with a grin. “For now.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x you #matt murdock #daredevil

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pomefioredove · 17 hours

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angelum

summary: morally insecure reader type of post: fic characters: rollo additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, yuu is at nbc now, hurt/comfort, a little fluffy, extremely self indulgent, rollo is ptsd coded as per usual

Perhaps he didn't know you as well as he thought.

But then again, perhaps he didn't want to.

Rollo had become accustomed to the comfortable home you had made yourself within his mind, warm and comforting and far, far away from the dark crevices he worked so hard to stave off.

It mirrored reality, in a sense; he saw it as his duty to keep you safe and away from all the evils of the world, the magic and sin and those who would lead you astray... some days, he felt that he could shrug the rest of his life off his shoulders and solely devote himself to your keeping. Others, he was bothered by nasty thoughts of doubt, those that told him he was only doing to you now what he couldn't have done all those years ago.

Rollo kept himself occupied enough to avoid thinking about it too much.

He did not see a reason to tell you of his mission, of course. You- pure, perfect, untainted by the sins of this world- wouldn't understand. No one would. But you never questioned it, either. Most days, you were simply happy to be treated well (the implications of which he did not want to dwell on; Rollo had made himself a promise not to pry too much about your experience at Night Raven College).

Always so grateful. So kind. Too kind, sometimes, that it caught him off guard. Rollo had not had a friend since...

...Never mind, that.

So perfect. So pure. Everything he could ever aspire to be, but never would, all captured in one person. An angel sent for him, and him alone.

But just as there were things you wouldn't understand about him, there was a sea of mysteries about you.

He can't imagine how you could cause yourself such grief.

Delicately holding your face between his hands, palms gently pressed to each wet, salty cheek, as if you were made of porcelain. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, not bothering to pull away to retrieve his handkerchief. He can't even think of that right now. Seeing you in such pain is tearing him into halves.

"I'm a bad person,"

"No," he says, almost immediately. His voice sounds more desperate than he would have liked. He can't help it.

"I am,"

He had already spent thousands of nights wishing for some miracle that could heal unseen wounds, but that desire had become stronger than ever now. He would have gladly torn his heart out of his chest and given it to you if it would help.

He hates it. He hates that you make him feel this way. He hates himself for caring so deeply.

Yet, he still can't hate you.

Never you.

"You're not," he insists. "Tell me what's happened. I will make it better."

You don't respond, and it kills him. However you managed to get such an awful idea about yourself, he can't say. Perhaps it came from Night Raven College. Perhaps it's even older than that.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because it is not true.

It's not true.

After all, if you are a bad person, then what does that make him?

You avoid his eyes. "You can't," there's long pause to take a shaky breath. "You can't make it better. I've tried... I've been trying... it doesn't go away. It's like... I've been shattered into a million pieces, and I can't be put back together again."

Rollo winces, though he doesn't show it on his face.

There are these things you do, these brief moments, soft exchanges of words, certain looks on your face, that remind him all too much of himself.

He pities you. He pities himself.

"Stop it," is all he can think to say. "Do not say such things about yourself. You are not broken. You are not evil. Do you think I would dirty myself by associating with such people?"

You're quiet for a long moment. He does not like the silence, so he keeps talking.

"I cannot address what you won't tell me, thought you should know that no matter what you were told at Night Raven College or elsewhere, here, you are valued. You are wanted. You are the most..."

Rollo hesitates for a moment, taking but a second to compose himself and rephrase whatever it was he was about to say.

"...the most exceptional student I have ever met. Your humility is honorable, but I will not allow you to drown in it. Let yourself feel this, recover, but know that here, at Noble Bell, you are nothing less than an angel."

Failing to find anything else to say, another long silence is cast over the room, though this one significantly less tense than the last. The only noise between the two of you is of crackling fire, though it sounds miles away when he looks at you like this.

Eventually, you speak. "...Thank you,"

"My pleasure," he mumbles, finally releasing the hold he's had on your face for the past several minutes and leaning back to get a better look at you. "...Let me help."

He sits a little closer, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he's done a thousand times before within the private confines of his room. Though, this time feels...

The purple and gold of his handkerchief cloud your vision as he gently dabs at your tears until he's satisfied, which he marks with a soft hum.

"Don't get up yet," he says after, allowing you to lean against his body for much longer than he has before. "The fire is still warm."

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #queued #rollo flamme x reader

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riririnnnn · 18 hours

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More random things in Blue Lock I find endearing:

-> Brothers

LOOK AT THE HAND PLACEMENT OF SAE. JUST LOOK AT IT. LOOK. AT. IT. OHMYGOD I'M GONNA CRY.

Oh god.

It's tough to explain, but to see him supporting Rin's arm instead of the trophy makes me want to punch a wall. It feels like, "Yes, we won this together, Rin." OHMYGOD! AAAAAAAA!!!

-> Hushed wisher

I really don't think we have ever seen Noa coaching any player other than Isagi, so him silently rooting for Kaiser caught me off guard real hard. Of course, it doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but to see that Noa hadn't completely taken his eyes off of Kaiser and that he hadn't completely pulled away his trust from Kaiser hits a certain type of emotion in my heart.

Considering that Kaiser wants to win over Noa too—a fact Noa, probably, knows—makes everything feel a bit.. bittersweet.

-> CHEERS!!

The above panel happened after Shidou scored a goal against Barcha and honestly—

CUTE!!!

I mean, BM was next in line to face PxG—it's probably the reason why they were watching the match live—and they were going to face Shidou which makes them rivals, and yet, when he does something cool, they all go, "WOOHOO! THAT'S COOL!!" instead of worrying or being jealous.

It's called sportsmanship, I guess?

It's sweet.

-> BM's Dad

There's another translation, but I find the above one way better because it's so... soft.

I mean, Noa has always been shown as this cold, emotionless person who inhales and exhales logic, so it was sweet when he tried to reassure Kiyora—when he showed some kind of compassion. It was like, "Hey, Kiddo! It's okay, don't worry, you'll play the next time! Cheer up!"

It also makes it sound like even if Kiyora were not to have the required stats for the next match, then Noa was prepared to against his own ideals and let Kiyora play regardless.

Sweet!

-> Protective

When Nagi got pissed off because Barou's violent behaviour nearly hurt Reo. Like, just look at that stance, he was ready to beat the crap out of Barou if Reo wouldn't have stopped him.

No matter what label you give Nagi and Reo—lovers or friends—you can't deny that they are probably the best thing that happened to eachother.

I really want what they have.

-> "It's their love language"

They barely knew eachother and yet when these two started to brawl, they all intervened immediately—Nanase and Isagi are literally hanging onto them with their dear life. It's tough to explain, but I found the gesture really sweet, like, they didn't know them! They could bash open their skulls—it wouldn't affect them at all and yet, they are trying to stop them!

Adorbs!!

Also, Chigiri was on the other side of the field, I guess. He came running!!! So sweet!

-> First friend

The way Bachira blindly believed in Isagi. Like, he had full trust that Isagi will come and play with him. He never doubted him at all! The healthiest duo of Blue Lock!

Also, look at his duck lips. Cutie.

-> "Welcome to the academy!"

Anybody who has shifted to a completely new place full of completely new people knows how good and relieving it feels when others make an effort to help you feel welcomed.

No idea if those three extra characters got selected in the tryouts or not, but they were nice. If Kaiser would've met them earlier, then they all would've surely been good buddies.

-> Beloved Ace

The way everyone instantly got mad at Shidou when he hurt Sendou—sweet! Also, the fact that they all refused to play if Sendou didn't play makes me giggle.

I adore bonds like these so much.

Pt: 1, 2, 3.

Probably the last of this series.

#blue lock #bllk #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #noel noa #bastard munchen #kiyora jin #nagi seishiro #mikage reo #bachira meguru #michael kaiser #sendou shuto #雪 ranting

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shuenkio · 2 days

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In the Sauna 🔥

Paring: Ni-ki x male!reader

Cw: mentioned of dick, naked, masturbate.

Genre: soft smau, crack.

Summary: He wants to teach you how to be brave.

Read at your own risk.

Lack of perfect words/Non proof read ><

You have been friends with Riki ever since kindergarten, and it's incredible how strong your bond has remained despite the challenges that come with long-term friendships. There have been moments when he has irritated you to no end, and you have had your fair share of disagreements. However, Riki always manages to swallow his pride and apologize, pleading for your forgiveness and seeking your companionship once again.

Even the classic duo of Tom and Jerry pales in comparison to the dynamic tension between you and Riki.

On an evening Sunday, you and Riki decide to visit a sauna for a relaxing steam, a plan that had been in the works

Upon arriving at the Sauna, you are instantly captivated by the surroundings, feeling the tension in your shoulders melting away. Despite having seen it in pictures online, nothing compares to the real thing, the atmosphere bustling with life and activity. Everywhere you look, people stroll by with boil eggs and head towels shaped like sheep, creating an adorable sight.

As Riki leads the way, your eyes continue to roam curiously, taking in every detail of the Sauna. Sensing your distraction, he gently grabs your hand, guiding you to the reservation room that you booked together the previous day.

*Inside the sauna*

The steam sauna room is a cozy haven for relaxation and stress relief, with its small, enclosed space filled with warm, humid air generated by a steam generator. The room is equipped with benches for comfortable seating, smooth walls, and soothing lighting, creating a tranquil atmosphere for sweating and unwinding.

As Riki settles down and taps the empty space beside him, motioning for you to join him, you take a seat, feeling a bit self-conscious about revealing your skin in this public setting.

"I can't believe we're in a place like this riki, wild free like we're in some kind of jungle," you said, as you covered your chest with your hands, still not used to exposing your skin in a crowded place like this.

Riki chuckled under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. You've always been the shy type one and never changed ever since he first met you.

"Relax, this is our private room, nobody gonna stare at you just look at me! Do like this" He swung both of his hands and leaned against the wall, as he closed his eyes enjoying the warm the man spreading sight.

Being friends with him, you've to get used to seeing him being like this, didn't give af about anyone around him, he likes to do whatever crosses his mind.

The small towel that wrapped around his waistband began to strip down a little, loosening its grip, but looking at him right now, he was already in a daydream.

"Hey hey, your towel is about to loosen!" You said, alerted him. If he let it go, he'd be naked.

No response from him.

"Yahh are you deaf—" You turn your head toward him, gesturing him to do something. Imagine someone burst in by accident, wouldn't he be embarrassed? Or not?

"Ughh you're so annoying mn, imma just" his eyes are still closed, while he pulls out his towel, and throws it beside him. Spring free his long length, all sweaty with his uncut.

Your mouth dropped open, stunned at what you have just witnessed. This dude is a definition of brave for real. The urge to fire back at him stopped, you know that no matter what you say, he won't listen to you anyway. Let him be.

You take a deep heavy sigh before minding your own business. His being naked is not the first time you've seen it, countless times on record, however, acts like he's at home in this place, giving you a second hand embarrassed, anxious that someone could break in, and misunderstood.

"Can you just not for a day? What if someone comes in?" You said, slightly mad at him for his behaviors, he acts like he is a child.

"Ijbol who cares? Maybe I'd left them impressed with my big dick here" He smirked, teasing you was one of his joy to see your priceless reaction. He then stroked slowly on his length in a playful manner, pushing you to the edge.

A flashed red blush spreads across your face, even though you get used to it, his size always turning you on, clicking your button every time. You act as if you don't care, so he'll stop giving you a hard time.

Nevertheless, as he continues to play with his crotch, you feel your member poking under the towel, begging to set them free. The aroused feels growing on you a little by a little until it's fully hard.

You don't have anything to cover it up, in this steam sauna room, your leg could be used for some help. You cross your leg hoping that, he wouldn't notice your dick although his hawk eyes are already piercing your towel.

"Did I turn you on mn? My apologies if I give you a hard dick" his cocky face after he say that, irritated you so much. This is all his fault.

"Shut up you duck" you reply, as you try your best to not let your member leak. This towel is so short, barely covers your ass up, which makes your temperature even worse mixed with horny.

The moment of silence, suddenly filled with wet noises. Riki is now holding on to his dick, jerking off, chasing for his pleasure. Biting on his towel, moving his palm in a fast pace.

A gasp escapes his mouth, as he maintains the speed on his fingertips. You stay frozen, cherish the moment, and behold the sight.

In a few more strokes, his glans are dripping with his pre-cum, showering his shift in transparent wet sticky pieces of stuff. Despite not reaching his goal yet, he increases the tempo, running his fingers rapidly.

Leaving him more breathless, heaving his chest in unstable motions. Gritting his teeth tight on his towel, bites back his moans painfully.

Soon enough, he splashed out the wet cum all over his thighs. Arching his back in ecstasy, shooting out the mess on the spot he is sitting on.

"S~ee You gotta take not from me, cumming in a steam sauna lol" He uttered in an exhausted voice, worn out from the sensation of masturbated.

You didn't realize that your dick also dripping in pre-cum.

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There's nothing like this

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince. AKA Bucky and his princess ALL ONESHOTS CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

Bucky looks at you and your relationship

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

Been sitting on this one for a while now.Anyway hope you look it.

HEAVILY based on Hozier's song 'Two sweet'. Because look at me and tell this song isn't so Bucky and his princess.

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It was absurd. It was unusual. It was odd. It was unconventional. It was everything but normal.

However, it made perfect sense for both of them.

He was focused. He was determined. He was in the ring. He held his hands up near his face, calculating his next steps carefully. If he played it right, the fight was his with the least effort.

And he did. Because right now, he was the legend. The icon. The unbeatable. He was James Barnes. He was, as many like to call him, the Winter Soldier.

The opposite man never stood a chance to begin with. He knew it. Everybody knew it. It's a sad day in any player's life when they are paired with Barnes.

His legacy was unequal. His reputation preceded him. His demeanor spoke loudly. His appearance made it clear. His strong body and physique. His toned muscles. His broad shoulders. His long hair. His cold stare.

Everything about him prompted fear to the hearts of all players who sought this game as a profession.

He was untouchable. He was unconquerable. He was the Winter Soldier. He was James Barnes.

Winning this fight in record time with a final blow from his left arm, which the opponent wouldn't recover from, wasn't what was abnormal about this.

The abnormality came from the girl in the pink dress and bright makeup who sat in the first row and cheered for Barnes like her life was dependent on it.

Finally, you were able to get to this place in your relationship where Bucky was okay with you watching him fight.

You thought you had lost your hearing when Bucky told you that you could come and watch for the first time. You were playfully nagging him about it like you usually did whenever he had fights coming up. You never expected him to give in and agree this time. It took you a couple of seconds to react. Only regaining composure when he offered to take it back. Over your dead body. You had been waiting for this long enough.

Bucky couldn't understand how or why someone would get this happy and excited to watch a boxing match. Especially someone like you. Someone so sweet and adorable.

Your excited squeals and up-and-down jumping in the kitchen of his apartment once he told you left him surprised in a pleasant way.

You really did love him so much that you wanted to risk being in such a place only to support him. Not that he would let anything happen to you. Never in a million years. But a person like you could never belong to places like these. And you were smart enough to know that.

But you didn't care. You had been asking for this for a long time. You meant every word you said. You wanted to support him, be there for him, and cheer for him. You wanted it.

You wanted to be a part of every aspect of Bucky's life. Because you loved everything about him.

And letting you come and watch him felt like a great victory and a big step forward. All your patience and understanding paid off.

And you continued. Letting Bucky decide whenever you could join. Let him have one of the guys pick you up and drop you off. Let him assign another one to stay with you.

It made you laugh inside. One of them would show up at your restaurant's door at the agreed-upon time and take you to the Stark property. Then, once you reached inside, another would be waiting for you to accompany you the whole time you were here. Most of the time, it was either Steve or Sam. Given that Bucky trusted them the most and you were closest to them,.

The whole thing felt very funny to you. You felt like a child being handed around from one to the other. But you were okay with it. You knew that was the only way for Bucky to let you come here. So you didn't mind. Whatever would put his mind at ease and would allow you to support your boyfriend. You were fine with it.

Bucky always made sure he planned it right. He made sure you arrived at the right time when you were able to watch his full fight from the start, but nothing before it. You were here only for him, and it should stay like this. He didn't like the idea of you seeing other messy, brutal fights. That was also why he made sure he brought you to fights that were easy. He knew he was winning. Fights that he came out of with barely a scratch.

Of course, you noticed this pattern of choices. But you didn't bring it. And you wouldn't. At least for now.

However, the most important thing for Bucky was making sure someone stayed with you at all times until you left. If Sam or Steve were unavailable to do this job for any reason, you weren't coming. It wasn't up to debate.

He knew the people who frequented Stark Property. They would eat you alive. Your lovability and tenderness would draw them to you like a deer in a wolf den. And they wouldn't be kind. And Bucky couldn't have this. If anyone said something to you, let alone tried to lay a hand on you, Bucky would burn the whole place down. No hesitation. No thoughts. Everybody would be in great danger.

Just like he was untouchable, you were too. And even more.

Knowing so, Sam and Steve took their assignments seriously. Because while both men loved you and cared for you, they were aware of Bucky's nature. It was no joke to him. God forbid he turn around mid-fight and see you sitting alone. They wouldn't hear the end of it. There were very few things the three men considered to be a threat to their long and strong friendship; this was one of them.

So today, after the referee announced him the winner, he turned to the crowd that was applauding him. His eyes immediately caught you. Standing in between Yelena and Sam in your puff-sleeved, heart-shaped neckline, filled with rose-flower pink dress, matching your shiny pinkish makeup. Your hair braided at the top and rest falling freely on your back. The necklace with his initials resting on the pit of your neck. You were cheering for him like he won the world's most prestigious prize.

Bucky was trying to fight his smile and not break character. You looked unbelievably cute. With your happy smile, bright eyes, and nonstop clapping, it was all for him. You did it for him.

Everybody was cheering for James Barnes or the Winter Soldier, while you were cheering for Bucky.

And he was so grateful.

Bucky left the ring, only throwing a wink at you on his way inside. While Bucky didn't show much affection towards you in here, everyone connected the dots.

You were the boxer's girl. And you held that with pride

Once Bucky was inside, some of the guys came out, making you all head out to the bar to continue the night there.

You were in the middle of a conversation with Wanda when you felt the familiar, strong arms wrap around your waist.

"Hey, princess." Bucky whispered in your ear as he pulled you close to his chest, laying soft kisses on your exposed neck.

You smiled at Wanda, who took this as her cue to give you two spaces. Because in here with the people he mostly trusted, Bucky wasn't shy about giving you all his attention and affection. In other words, it gets sickeningly sweet and loving.

"Hey, babe." You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands tightened around your waist.

"You were so great in there." You said this as you gave his lips a little peck.

"You liked it?" Bucky asked as he kept giving you small kisses.

"Yes, I wanted to shout at everyone to look at how strong my boyfriend is." You were laughing as you tried to speak between his kisses.

"I think they already know." Bucky couldn't help himself when he buried his face in your neck, kissing it softly.

"Well, they need to hear it from me." You felt the vibration of his laugh on your neck.

You moved a bit so he could look at you. You wanted to say this to his face.

"I'm so proud of you." You were looking into his eyes as you said it.

The playful smile on Bucky's face turned into something genuine. The care and love you gave after the fights touched him immensely. Nobody ever treated him like that. So gently. It was puzzling how, after watching a fight like this, you still chose to love him so sweetly.

It was an active choice you kept making. He didn't understand why, but he would never complain.

He leaned forward to capture your lips and kiss you softly yet passionately. He wanted to stay like this forever.

As the night went on, you and Bucky separated, travelling to different circles of people. But that didn't mean Bucky didn't keep his eyes off you.

Which was what led to where he was now.

Bucky was sitting in one of the booths, observing you. The back booth gave him the opportunity to see everything.

You were standing with his friends. People who were so different from you yet here you were, getting along greatly with all of them. You were talking to all of them, laughing, and sharing jokes.

Bucky couldn't help the smile on his face when he saw you struggling to give Clint an opinion about the dish he made and presented to you.

But you being you. You managed to find something nice to say about the barely edible food, making Clint's smile bigger than the sky.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate.

The rest of you like you're the TSA.

Bucky kept watching you. He watched as you listened carefully to Peter's stories, and how you interacted and was fully invested. He watched as Pepper stole you to ask about a cake recipe for Morgan, which you happily provided.

Then he watched as you rejoined Natasha at the bar, picking up where you left off in the conversation with her.

It wasn't just the colors you wore that made you stand out. It was everything.

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

Bucky couldn't take his eyes off you. How you listened to everyone. How you treated everyone. How swiftly you got along with everyone. How compassionate and accepting you were. How sweet you were.

And you were all his.

Bucky kept looking at you as you were walking towards him.

"I brought you another one." You said this as you put the two cups on the table. His neat whisky and your raspberry martini.

Before you could sit down, Bucky pulled you to himself, ushering for you to sit on his lap. You gladly did.

His arms came around your waist, and yours around his shoulders. Your floral scent evaded his senses. It was the opposite of his. Strong scent like the woods and black coffee.

Your pink dress clashed with his all-black outfit. You felt too bright for the dark spot he was sitting in.

Everything about the two of you didn't make any sense. Not even in the slightest. You were the polar opposite.

You were nice. He was stiff. You were friendly. He was feared. You were understanding. He was strict. You were smiley. He was sullen. You were vulnerable. He was a closed book.

You were everything he wasn't. He was everything you weren't.

There was nothing like this.

And somehow, that made you perfect.

You brought lights he had never seen in his life before. You created happiness he never thought of. You led him to feelings he didn't know existed. You gave him love, which he always claimed he was unworthy of.

You changed his life. You turned his life upside down. In the best way possible.

Bucky wished there were enough words in the world to tell you how much he loved you. Bucky wished there were enough ways he could express his gratitude for you. Bucky wished there were enough time to show you how much he cherished you.

Bucky wished that one day you would ever comprehend how your sweetness saved him. How you were everything to him

"You're too sweet for me." Bucky spoke slowly as he kissed you.

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mad max: the 141 (price x f!reader)

ch 2: your first night

canon-typical violence, sexual violence is referenced (but will not happen), general misogyny. the 141 are the good guys, just a bit rough around the edges

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you reminded john of rabbits, creatures he'd heard about from campfire stories. your dress, like their fur, white as limestone. you were jumpy and small, fast as the devil. he could feel your legs tense against his, had felt it for the past three hours of the bike ride. ready to hop off and run, to take your chances in the sand and storm of the wasteland. he didn't blame you.

dusk had fallen as the 141 approached their home base. you were already jumping off his bike when he slowed down, eager to put space between the two of you. smart girl. john price did not consider himself a good man, even though he had met men much worse, men who were not man at all. sometimes, he felt that same instinct lurking underneath him, just out of reach.

base was just a small outcropping of rocks. this couldn't be right. suddenly, gaz had disappeared from your view. then, silent as his name, ghost did as well. your eyes finally adjusted to the quick coming darkness and you took in the sight before you. a hole in the ground, covered with a metal frame. a door to the underground. they had hidden their bikes behind the rocks, the shadows playing tricks on your mind. any traveler would pass this place without a second thought. the captain (you still didn't know his name) hid his bike in a similar matter, then gestured to the hole. "down you go." like alice in wonderland, you thought, images of your precious century-old books coming to mind. you jumped.

gaz caught you gracefully. you murmured your thanks, still unused to having male hands touch you so easily. you were no longer a shiny piece of metal on the shelf, you had been taken down for play. in any sense of the word.

electric lighting flickered around the cavern. there were several tunnels leading into the distance, further underground. you stood in a common area, the group's supplies scattered throughout the room. it was lived in but clean, a rarity in a world like yours. the air smelled the opposite of dryness, almost like-

"water?" the captain was offering you drinking water from a canteen. you looked up at him in confusion. "real water?" ghost grunted an affirmation from somewhere in the vicinity, but you were too busy locking eyes at the captain to get specifics. his eyes were so focused on you, so unaware of the kindness of his gesture. was he prepping you for a future as his wife? that must be it. must be why he was so concerned about your period. either way, you were dehydrated from the long drive and took the canteen greedily, slurping at the water. unprincesslike behavior, not fit for a wife, but you didn't care. he'd get what he paid for.

"how do you have water?" your voice croaked slightly from disuse, the water smoothing out the cracks in your throat. "springs. down one of the tunnels. s' why it smells damp. s' our little secret, yeah?" you gaped at gaz's response. with access to a hot spring, they could be kings. they could have a hundred wives each, slaves in the thousands, become kings of the springs in their own right. yet they made small attacks of shipping trades and deals for princesses of gastown? you didn't understand. they seemed to lack the innate violence you thought was required of human nature, of the existence of man.

"long day, yeah? let's regroup tomorrow." the captain led you down the tunnel as you quickly said goodnight to the other outlaws. despite your propensity to save water, your palms grew sweaty. this was when it happened. this was when he'd take you to bed and make you a wife. or at least someone to get mother's milk from. you hoped he'd be somewhat gentle, hoped the other's wouldn't hear your screams. you were so lost in your thoughts you didn't notice the captain had stopped, directing you to a bedroll.

"would you be gentle, please? if i can ask? i won't ask for anything else." your voice sounded tinny in the room, as if another had asked it. the only sound was the echo of the far off spring. the captain paused his state of undress, clothed in only his underwear. you averted your eyes, quelling any attraction that bubbled up in your belly. you were a virgin, had been groomed to be one, but you had had other experiences with some men in gastown. you knew the electricity of attraction, the zing of the moment. you reminded yourself that the captain was your owner, not your lover, and that quickly ended any other feelings.

"gentle, love? what d'ya mean?" he was sprawled on the bedroll, all muscle and fat and hair. his body corded with the results of labor, hidden under a layer of fat that showed his status. you shrugged back your shoulders, reminding yourself you were a princess. "when you bed me." he let out a bark of laughter, turning you shy. were you too proper? you didn't like the other words men used, your stepfather used, when they talked about the act. they felt dirty on your tongue, like spending a night in the desert sand. "'m not gonna fuck you, love." fuck. he said it almost lovingly, like he revered it. tongue tracing the vowels like he'd traced your stomach earlier.

"then...the belt? you bought me?" he patted the bed roll and you finally laid down next to him, less afraid of him now. "'s all politics, sweetheart. i don't fuck people who don't want me inside them. if you ask me, i'll fuck you good. but only then." people. as in not just women. not unheard of, but never blatantly referenced. you wondered about the other outlaws, images of them undressed and sweaty under the captain coming to mind. with the casualness in their interactions, you weren't surprised. some part of your brain, a part you had thought was long gone when you had been sold, conjured another image. being shared. just like that you shivered in the cold dampness, and it was gone.

"body heat. come on." you finally laid against him, back touching his bare chest. he covered you with the threadbare blanket, slinging his arm around your waist and the other under your head. like a personal pillow. the thought was so insane you almost giggled, and he relaxed at the feel of your body calming. his rabbit was finally less jittery, ready for bed. his paw spread against your stomach, callouses brushing against soft skin. he reveled in the feel of your stomach, not concave like most in the wasteland. his pampered princess, cuddled against one of the most feared outlaws in the land. you covered his hand with your own, brushing against the hair there. he nuzzled your neck, memorizing your scent. the sound of it sent a bolt of arousal straight to your core, but you ignored it.

"goodnight, captain." no wonder you were so scared of him. he hadn't told you his name. "s' john, love." your throat hitched. john. "goodnight, john." he hummed against your skin, his own personal goodnight back.

you fell into a dreamless sleep, the events of the day washing in and out. until the atmosphere changed, the feeling of being watched waking you up. you felt john adjust behind you, the feeling of his body draped around you. you could even feel his cock lay heavy against your ass, resting. your eyes blinked open through the darkness of the cave, searching. and you found it in the man sitting a few feet away, cloaked behind a red mask in the shape of a skull, mohawk standing straight.

you screamed.

i don't usually write virgin readers but i felt like it made sense for this world. going to try to make it a small deal so every kind of reader can relate. shorter chapter, hoped yall enjoyed!

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penkura · 12 hours

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last forever [8/13]

Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed with the caveat of ending it via annulment once you received word from your parents regarding the original engagement, despite your growing feelings for your close friend.

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami later (like epilogue later so chill)

Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, referenced sex (waaaaaay later on), mutual pining, Zoro is bad at feelings but what's new there, eventual romance I promise, mention of past attempted assault (I'll warn in that chapter), creepy older dude later on

Note: This is my personal favorite chapter I've written. That's all I have to say lol.

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[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3] ● [Ch. 4] ● [Ch. 5] ● [Ch. 6] ● [Ch. 7]

“Hey, Sanji. Do me a favor.”

Sanji's nearly unconscious as Zoro speaks to him, his favor loud and clear before the blond passes out, leaving the swordsman to face Bartholomew Kuma alone.

You thought Zoro was going to die, you had convinced yourself he wasn't going to wake up. You'd stayed by his side, praying, ever since Sanji and Chopper brought Zoro back into Moria's mansion to treat his wounds and let him rest. Sanji won't tell you a word of what happened, no matter how much you beg him to.

“Mosshe– Zoro wouldn't want you to know. I doubt he wants anyone to know. Least of all you and Luffy.”

Whatever Sanji meant, you don't know, and right now you don't even care about what had Zoro knocked out the last little while.

Finally he was awake, it felt longer than it really was, three (agonizing) days, he had freakish healing like Luffy did, of course. But seeing he's awake, you can't help it, you throw yourself at him saying his name over and over like a mantra as you cry. Of course it freaks him out a bit, once he bites back a heavy groan from the pain you've just inflicted on him with your tight hug, it takes Zoro a moment to register you hugging him before he's able to do anything about it.

And he returns your hug slightly. Loosely wrapping his arms around you, one around your shoulders, the other barely touching your waist, an attempt at comforting you while you cry.

Damn it, he's tried so hard to push your feelings away, get you to stop looking at him like he was your world, but now Zoro realizes he's only stoked the flames by doing so, only made your feelings stronger without meaning to.

But, maybe he doesn't mind. He'd seek you out each morning, mostly asking if you'd gotten anything from your parents about your little sham marriage, but he'd also ask you to train with him if you weren't busy, and even be the one to go into town with you whenever the Sunny docked for a day or two. You never asked, you just knew he was coming with you so you waited for him, waited until he was by your side and then you'd smile and lead Zoro into the town to shop for whatever your heart desired (and your wallet could afford). In the time he'd started doing that, Zoro noticed different things about you.

The way you laughed with store clerks as they told you about an item you were looking at, your eyes would sparkle with every new find, how you'd hold onto his wrist to make sure he didn't get lost, you staying beside him when he'd nap on Sunny, you making sure he had enough water during his workouts.

How you'll help anyone on the ship with anything they need. You'll bring Nami the supplies she needs to make maps, help Usopp and Luffy fish for dinner, wash the dishes after dinner despite Sanji telling you he'd do it. You've been learning from Chopper how to treat wounds, you'll sit with Robin and listen to her tell you about history, you've even started helping Franky with his projects and helping to perform maintenance on Sunny if needed.

Then with him. With Zoro you're content to sit quietly while he naps, or watch him while he trains, never expecting a conversation. You willingly bring him whatever he needs, whether it's water or sake, you fix his shirts if they get torn, you even stay up when he has night watch and share drinks with him. He never thought someone would want to spend all their time with him or that he'd accept someone being so close to him, what had changed that made him actually want company during times he'd normally want to rest and be alone?

You. Damn, it was you.

You whose inner demons would infiltrate your dreams, causing you to slip into his bed for comfort, stability, as he slept soundly which gave you peace to do the same, a silent promise after the first time of yes, I’ll keep you safe. You who he had saved from drowning more times than Luffy and Chopper combined. You who made him feel like he was on fire with the slightest touch, even a brush of your fingers against his at dinner. You who had stitched him up multiple times, the first one turning into a jagged scar that if asked he'd say was his favorite. You who cared enough to stay sober in bars to drag him back to the hotel or the ship when you knew he needed to stop and rest.

You who would tell him every detail about the books you were reading, the ones you'd purchased or borrowed from Robin. The one time you told him the main love interest of a romance novel reminded you of him, making his face burn red out of embarrassment before he told you not to say such things, especially in front of the others (mostly Sanji).

Even after telling you in Alabasta that nothing was going to happen, you two weren't going to become a couple, he wasn't here to play romance with you or anyone else. Even after all that, you still stuck to his side almost like glue and didn't let it change anything.

Even with your argument after Robin joined, nothing much changed between the two of you. If anything, Zoro felt more drawn to you than anything or anyone else. He wanted to spend more time with just you and him. What a change from just a few months ago, he just realized.

Even once you kissed him and he returned it in Water Seven, you attempted to apologize soon after, before he stopped you. There had been nothing to apologize for, not from you anyway. If he'd thought about it at the time, Zoro would have apologized for not giving you a proper response then. For making you go to bed alone that night.

Damn it all.

What has happened to him? Ever since your sham marriage began something has been creeping into his mind every time he looks at you and remembers "Oh yeah I'm married to her" that makes him want to pull you away from everyone and damn it, he wants to kiss you again. There's another feeling of wanting, needing to protect you, despite how strong you are in your own right. Everything about this is weird, yet somehow comforting as well. Who put this spell on him, who made him have feelings like this? Are you secretly a witch on top of a swordswoman?

"Zoro…?"

Zoro breaks out of his thoughts when you speak his name again, this time as a question, your voice shaking as you hold him tighter, trying your best not to hurt him again.

"I…” your voice shakes again, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, briefly wondering if this was the smart thing to do, before the words fall out of your mouth, “I love you…"

He pulls you closer, just a bit, your whispered confession only loud enough for him to hear. He doesn't have a response, not right now, but you're fine with that. You'd accepted long ago he may never love you back, but you had to tell him. He had to know.

After nearly losing him, you had to get these feelings out.

So when he ever so quietly thanks you, pressing the softest kiss to your temple, it makes you cry even more. You feel there's a chance, however small it may be, that Roronoa Zoro may come to have feelings for you one day.

Chopper returns a moment later, not wanting to pull you two apart, but he's so happy to see Zoro's alive and awake that even he cries a little, before checking the swordsman's wounds as you release yourself from him, Zoro allowing you to continue holding his hand for comfort.

Not only for you, but for him as well.

“I probably won't make it out of this…so take care of her for me, got it?”

+!+

"I told Zoro I love him."

It becomes so quiet you can hear a pin drop after that. Nami had asked why you were so spaced out that day, she and Robin now both so surprised at your confession. Nami's jaw drops and Robin has a small smile, before they look at each other with one thought in mind.

Impromptu girl's night.

"I'm getting extra blankets and pillows!"

"I'll ask Sanji for some wine and snacks."

Once everything is together and all the pillows and blankets are spread on the floor, you have glasses of wine and small snacks, Nami demands to hear every detail and you tell her and Robin everything about your love confession.

"He…he thanked me and kissed me–"

"On the lips again?!"

You laugh and shake your head, taking a small sip of your wine. "No, just on my temple this time."

Nami squeaks a bit, Robin laughing lightly at her reaction and the longing look on your face. As soon as she joined she'd seen the love you held for Zoro on your face, anytime you spoke of him or someone else did, your eyes would light up and your cheeks would burn pink.

You were deeply in love with him, even though he showed no romantic feelings for you. Robin had given you a romance novel once specifically due to the fact the love interest even reminded her of Zoro, which you quickly agreed with and finished the book in nearly three days which surprised her.

Nami, knowing you and Zoro were married, wanted you two together from the start. Every time you told her something that made you fall more and more in love with him, she'd giggle alongside you which always got a strange look from Usopp and Luffy, who thought you were both insane. She'd push you two together so often, that when Zoro started following you off the ship she thought it was a good sign, since she didn't have to bribe him with reducing his debt or anything. He just went on his own.

"That's such a great sign!" Nami throws her arms around you in a hug, making you laugh while Robin nods. "He's starting to fall for you! Finally!"

"I wouldn't go that far, Nami."

"I would! After all these months, you guys could be a real couple!"

"Nami, let's calm down a bit," Robin smiles and puts a hand on your shoulder, "She and Zoro will need to talk things out eventually, but let's see if anything changes since she's confessed her love to him."

Sighing loudly, Nami nods but still holds onto you, seeing a strange look on your face. She's not sure if it's one of concern or what, but it makes her hug you a little tighter.

"I'm sure he loves you, maybe deep down right now, but, he's gonna tell you one day."

You smile a bit with a slight nod, hugging Nami back. You believe her, you really do. Even if it takes a while for Zoro to say anything back to you, it doesn't matter. You'll wait as long as it takes and not give up.

For Zoro, you'll wait a lifetime.

+!+

You're crawling into Zoro's bed a few nights later. Your nightmares had turned from your neglectful parents to losing him at Thriller Bark, waking you with tears and sobs that Robin tried to help you through, calming you down enough for you to tell her you were going to slip into his bed like you'd done every time before. She simply nodded and let you go, promising to tell Nami nothing about it, you didn't want her worrying.

Zoro's fast asleep, as always, as you quietly sneak into the boy's bunks and step over Luffy who had fallen out of his hammock. You hear him mumble something about meat in his sleep while Usopp snores and Chopper sleeps happily beside him, but you pay no mind to it. You feel lucky Franky's in his workshop, Sanji's still busy in the kitchen, and Brook is out on the deck playing his violin. None of them should cause you any problems this time, but does it matter if they do?

Your thoughts are entirely on Zoro and making sure he's okay. He's still injured, but you have to be certain nothing is wrong.

You quickly and quietly slip into his hammock once you reach it, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his back, hearing a slight groan from him due to his wounds still not being fully healed. You feel bad waking him, even as he turns around and throws one of his arms over you, looking at you as if asking what was wrong, even though he thought he knew. It's been a while since you've last done this, your nightmare must have been particularly awful for you to return to this habit he'd thought you'd stopped.

"You okay?" His brows are furrowed while he wipes a few of your tears away. He's never seen you this upset after a nightmare before.

You try to speak but all that comes out is a whimper and a quiet sob, making you grip his shirt tighter as you shake your head. You can't tell him, you can't get the words out that it was a nightmare about him dying after he’s told you numerous times he wasn’t dying until he became the world’s greatest swordsman. He came so close to death at Thriller Bark that you were just terrified deep down about it becoming reality.

Instead of inquiring further, Zoro just nods, pulling you closer in an effort to calm you down.

"You're safe here. Nothing's gonna get you while I'm around."

You feel the quickest of kisses on your forehead before Zoro tucks your head under his chin, closing his eyes to sleep again, and it's all so strange to you. You've not had time to sit and talk since you told him you love him, but he's treated you slightly differently lately. Still going into town with you, training with you, but now sitting beside you at every meal which pissed off Sanji at times, purposefully leaning against you while he napped as you read a book.

He let you hold his hand the other day in town, even stopping at a small café with you for lunch and refusing to let you pay for your own meal despite his own money problems.

Zoro may not be in love with you yet, but you can tell he definitely cares for you in how he treats you. He saw through your façade of acting like all was well while you were still nursing the pain from your parents treating you like property and trying to sell you off to someone nearly twice your age just for money, the pain your brother tried his hardest to lighten before he helped you run away. He'd noticed from the moment he met you that there was something you were keeping from him and when he got it out of you one night, he said he'd keep you from having to go back. That was why he married you, you had more to give and do than be someone's third bride, he'd help you achieve it himself.

"Thank you, Zoro."

He's still awake, but once you finally fall asleep, he opens his eyes and watches you, finally peaceful. He feels bad he doesn't have a true response to you yet, he’s still working things out in his own mind and heart. Telling you once before that he held no romantic feelings for you, but now realizing that his thoughts have changed, it’s hard to work through that without letting anyone know. He doesn't want to get your hopes up just to tell you he doesn't feel the same in the end.

But, Zoro thinks that maybe, maybe staying married to you won't be so bad. Maybe, once he works out his feelings, he'll try to properly court you, give you a relationship you deserve, he'll protect you from anything and anyone else.

And then, one day, you could revisit this being a married couple thing, maybe actually live as husband and wife.

+!+

There's a slight bit of teasing the next morning from Franky. He'd finally gone to bed at one point and was surprised you had snuck into Zoro's hammock, the swordsman having an arm around you as you both slept. Granted he's seen how close you two are, especially after the fiasco of Thriller Bark, but didn't think you were that close.

He's also surprised by none of the others, apart from Brook, saying anything about it either. Was this normal for the two of you, to share a bed like that? If it was, why didn't Zoro just join you in the women's bunks? Surely your bed was more comfortable than his hammock.

Your face feels like it’s burning all through breakfast, the same as when Sanji first caught you in Zoro's hammock and made a fuss about it. Zoro just sets a glare at Franky anytime he says something about you two getting cozy with a grin that tells him your shipwright is getting the wrong idea. You two hadn't done anything, you slept like the other times, there's no reason for this teasing.

Zoro eventually has enough and slams his hand on the table, frightening most of your crewmates, standing up and continuing to glare at Franky.

"Would you just shut up about it? She had a nightmare and came to me for help, that's all. Come on, let's go."

Luckily you're done with breakfast when Zoro tells you to go with him, nodding and doing so as you hear Sanji and Nami reprimand Franky, who's now wondering why Zoro, of all people, got so angry about a little bit of teasing.

"I don't get what the big deal is," Franky leans back in his seat, ignoring how Nami is still looking like she's going to smack him, "So what if they're together? Not like it's against the rules or anything."

"Except they aren't together." Sanji responds before Nami can, and all it does is make Franky question the situation even more. He's trying to diffuse the situation, making sure your arrangement with Zoro doesn't get out before you either annul or Zoro decides to stay with you.

Luffy nods, before saying "They're married though, but don't tell anyone else!"

"Luffy!!" Nami doesn't even wait to smack him over the head, making your captain whine and ask what that was for. "That's not our secret to tell!"

"Well they're gonna get an annulment thingy anyway, so why does it matter??"

"Wait what, what the hell?"

“I didn't know Zoro and [Y/N] were married!” Chopper sounds beyond excited, while Brook laughs.

“Yohoho, what a surprise!”

Franky and Brook try to question Luffy and Nami about the whole thing, while Robin smiles to herself.

She's heard you and Sanji talking about your marriage to Zoro every now and then, and knew most of the details already, but knowing your feelings for him, she’s sure it’s only a matter of time before you two actually became a couple.

Though, she’s also fairly certain that if you heard your marriage had been revealed, you'd crawl in a hole and die while Zoro would seriously consider throwing Luffy overboard, before saving him in the end.

+!+

"I don't think Franky was trying to be rude about it."

"He was being obnoxious is the point, [Y/N]."

Nodding in agreement, you keep your eyes on your book once Zoro comes back from showering after his morning workout. He'd gone straight to the crow's nest after leaving the kitchen, you running to get a book and joining him once you'd picked one out. You've been sitting there ever since, having small conversations with Zoro while he worked out, eventually leaving long enough to take a shower before coming back to you in the same spot. He didn't want to talk about the morning's events anymore, but you felt like you had to say something no matter how obnoxious Franky was about the whole situation.

Zoro sits beside you, and you barely glance over a few times, wondering if now was a good time to talk about your confession and what's next for the two of you, before he speaks first.

"Anything from your parents?"

Ah yes, that makes sense. He hasn't asked yet today, that's what was missing from this day.

Shaking your head, you close your book and lean back to stare up at the ceiling. "Not a word. Makes me think they forgot they had a daughter."

"We're three days out from having to divorce, right? So there's probably no chance of them responding in time."

You're not sure if you hear annoyance or concern in Zoro's voice, but again you nod.

You don't know how to voice that you don't want to annul or divorce, that your confession to him after he woke up at Thriller Bark wasn't a heat of the moment thing or simply crewmate concern. You really are in love with him, that was a fact you've come to know over the last few months but were only able to voice recently.

Why do feelings have to be so complicated?

"You meant what you said, after I woke up?"

He's very quiet, you almost miss him speaking, but your breath catches in your throat, and its all you can do to just nod, a small 'yes' coming out of your mouth.

Zoro's not at all surprised as he nods, trying to plan his next words carefully. He's not ready to say the same love confession to you, but he might be willing to try. Try a relationship with you and keep you safe, whether your parents ever reply to you or not. He's willing to give the two of you a shot.

It's strange, how just six months ago you were in tears to him about the arranged marriage and he quickly offered to marry you and keep you from going home, from leaving him. At first, he tried to convince himself it was because you were useful, you worked well with him when taking down bounty targets. You knew how to use a sword and could perform recon work on your targets, all of that was more than what he needed in a bounty hunting partner, when he'd never thought of having one before. Not until he met you in that dinky little bar when you were running away from home, nearly passing out when you ran into him because you'd had a fever and he kept you from hitting the ground. He lost a couple days of work taking care of you, a complete and total stranger, that you were so grateful to him you offered to help and he only let you do so after you sparred with him. You lost obviously, but Zoro was impressed enough to let you follow him if you wanted to.

The year and a half you had traveled and worked together was enough, he knew it when he told you he'd marry you. You didn't know it, still don't to this day, and Zoro would likely take the truth to the grave with him, but at this point he knew it.

He knew he had feelings for you, it was just telling you. That's the difficult part right now.

You'd said your side of it, Zoro just needed the right place and time to return your words.

"I want–"

There's shouting from down on the deck that snaps you both out of your little world you're in, and you sit up to look out the window, seeing what looked like a large fish tail and Sanji freaking out over something. You wonder what's going on, before looking at Zoro, who looks less than thrilled you two were interrupted.

"Something's going on! Let's go see!"

He doesn't fight or grumble while you grab his wrist and pull him up, there's nothing he can do about it now.

Maybe tomorrow I guess.

+!+

“What’s with the bird?”

You don’t even have the chance to untie the letter from your parents before Zoro asks, you just smile before petting your family’s carrier bird on her head, giving her a few scratches as she perches on your shoulder.

“My parents are wealthy, so they have their own carrier birds. We’ve had Chisa here since I was little, she brings me mail and letters all over, wherever I am she’ll find me.”

“Seriously? All of that just to flex their cash?” Zoro rolls his eyes when you nod with a small giggle, opening the latest letter you’d been sent by your parents.

Every one so far had been a demand to return home and “fulfill your duty” of marrying the man they’d chosen for you. It was ridiculous, you’ve let Zoro see a few of them, even though every letter says the exact same thing. The only one that had been different was a letter exclusively from Elias, telling you about his marriage because he knew you’d be happy for him.

You start to follow after Zoro as he attempts to lead you back to the town you’re staying at, not even sure why you’re reading the letter that’s most likely just their demands for you to come back, until you catch a new line in the letter that makes you stop in your tracks.

The second he hears your breathing pick up, Zoro stops and looks over his shoulder at you, eyes widening just a bit when he sees your shoulders shaking and it almost seems like you’re about to have a panic attack.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” he’s almost instantly in front of you with his hands on your shoulders, Zoro knows he isn’t good at this stuff, but he’s got to get you to calm down, “What’s wrong? What’s in the letter?”

“I…I’m eighteen.”

“Yeah…? So what about—”

“Shit, shit, they’re gonna,” Zoro can barely keep you from hitting the ground while you crouch down, still holding the letter but putting your hands on your head to try and calm yourself down, “They’re gonna find me and force me to marry him.”

Zoro takes the letter from you while you start crying over your fears of being forced back home, reading the letter himself to see there’s some caveat in the agreement between your parents and alleged fiancé, where you’d be legally married soon after turning eighteen whether you had a wedding or not. Scowling, Zoro starts to rip to letter up, watching you fist your hair and close your eyes tight. Whatever you went through while dealing with this arranged marriage situation, it’s left a bad impression on you, he’d be surprised if you ever chose to get married one day because of it.

After a few minutes, Zoro helps you back up, holding your shoulders again, before trying to speak to you.

“What—"

“I can’t go back, I can’t!” Finally looking up at him again, you’re still in tears and griping his shirt so tightly, almost desperate for some way out of this arrangement, some way to keep from being found and dragged back there. “I won’t go back, Zoro, please, help me!! I can’t marry that man!”

What is he supposed to do? There’s very little chance your parents haven’t sent people out to find you, or sent your name and picture across government facilities that honor small village traditions, no matter how dark or outdated they may be. He doesn’t know what to do, this is so foreign to him! How is he supposed to keep you from marrying someone?

“I’ll marry you then.”

“W-What??” This isn’t what you expected for help, not even in the slightest. You don’t even think Zoro knew he was going to say that, or planned to, it seems like it just came out with no rhyme or reason.

But, it would fix the problem. If you married someone else, your parents couldn’t rightfully force you to marry someone else, whether they had chosen the person or not.

“I…” You shake your head, not wanting Zoro to feel like he has to do something, it’s not his job. All you’ve done is follow him the last year and a half, he’s not supposed to be your protector or anything like that, just a friend that let you go with him so you didn’t have to go back home, back to what you’ve fled. “We can’t! I mean, we aren’t—"

“If I marry you, will that keep them from forcing you home?!”

“I…I think so?”

Nodding, Zoro takes your hand off his shirt, watching you for any signs of rejection or if you want to say anything else. There’s something in his eyes, you don’t know what it is, you probably never will. But he holds your hand so tightly, keeping you from pulling away before he says it again.

“Marry me, [Y/N].”

For a moment, you don’t respond, wondering if Zoro’s screwing with you or not. But that’s not like him. You’ve only known him for about eighteen months, but you know that he would never joke around about something like this. He might be a little closed off still, but he would never play with someone’s feelings this way.

After another minute or so, you nod.

“I’ll marry you, Zoro.”

+!+

You’ve not thought about how Zoro offered to marry you in quite a while, the memory waking you up from a dead sleep in the village you’ve been in the last eighteen months. After receiving Luffy’s message about when to meet your crew again, you ended up staying in a village that excelled in training swordswomen, working your hardest every day and improving to the point very few of the other women even tried to spar with you.

Now I can’t sleep.

Sighing, you get up from your bed and go to the balcony in your little apartment you’ve been granted use of. Remembering the proposal that’s put you in this situation still, where you’ve been legally married for two years, have told Zoro--who was supposed to be your temporary husband--that you’re in love with him, and it seems like he might be starting to feel something similar towards you. It’s still all so strange, but it makes you smile while you watch the stars for a few minutes, silent prayers for your crew’s continued safety, and hopes that you and Zoro can make things work out.

“Happy anniversary, Zoro.”

+!+

You’ll be surprised to hear, one day in the future, that Zoro had the same dream about his impromptu proposal around the same time you did. He even realizes that it would’ve been your second anniversary at the time, give or take a few days, Mihawk doesn’t have a calendar or bother to keep him and the ghost girl up to date on what’s going on outside the island.

The dream isn’t enough to wake him the way it does you, but it does linger in his mind the rest of the day, even as he trains. It gets to the point that Mihawk stops him, asking what on earth could be distracting the twenty-one-year-old so badly that he’s making beginner’s mistakes, and Zoro decides to tell him, just to get it out there. Maybe that will help him clear his mind.

“Just… thinking about my wife.”

This earns a raised brow from Mihawk and a shout from Perona.

“A wife?”

“You’re married and never told us?!”

“You aren’t my crew!”

Perona sticks her tongue out at him, demanding answers about you and your marriage, questions Zoro refused to answer right now, before Mihawk interrupts them.

“I care not that you’re married. You can think about your wife later, focus on training now.”

Though Zoro knows Mihawk is right, he should be focusing on his training, thoughts of you and your strange marriage don’t leave his mind, despite his nodding.

“Right.”

I’ll talk to you soon then…[Y/N].

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"Headed off for the day?"

(Your hands were shaking as you left the Defenders House, you were so excited! Today had been buuuuuusy, but none of that mattered now. You waved to the doorman as you left.) "Yup!! I'm running off to meet a friend!"

"Oh? Have fun then, Ramos!"

(You had the biggest grin on your face. You tried not to run through the streets you were so excited; it wouldn't be good if you showed up all sweaty and breathless, take your time! That's the advice Isa would always give!)

(You couldn't believe it, he was actually visiting! Your old buddy! You had half a mind to send him a letter if he didn't show up soon. Change, he must be busy after saving the country and all, so you couldn't really blame him.)

(You passed by the farmers market, still open from yesterday. Didn't you hear about some scuffle that happened there yesterday? You rub your shoulder, it still aches a bit. You guess maybe yesterday was just one of "those days".)

(You wonder, as you make your way through town, is Isa here alone? Or did he show up with the other saviors. You were just told the rumor that he was around, though you don't remember who told you.)

(Should you be concerned about that? Your memory had been spottier than usual.)

(You ignored it. Today was going to be great! You'd meet Isabeau, maybe their friends, and then. . . W-well. Well then they'd be your friends too!)

(. . . It, it still felt wrong.)

(Sure, they wont know you changed their memory. And, if they think you're not useless, then there's no way they'll leave you in the dust!)

(But, it still felt wrong.)

(That was something to think about another time. You had this gift, so use it! Oh! This is the place! A two story house, yard in front, it's really nice. You open the gate to the yard and walk to the front door, pausing before knocking. Alright, alright, you got this, you lift up your hand and-)

"Ramos?" (You jump, that voice!) "Is that you?"

(You turn and- oh Change! Isabeau was sitting right there! There was an outdoor table and chair hidden behind some foliage! You didn't even see it! How cute!)

"Isabeau?!?" (You walk over.) "Yeah! It's me!!"

(Isabeau smiles back and waves, he was doing some embroidery it looked like- Embroidery?!? You never would have thought!) "Yeah!! Wow, good to see you again! I heard that you changed and, wow, looks good!!"

"O-oh!" (What?!? You made it so everyone thought you always looked like this! Well, everyone you could touch at least. Guess you missed someone.) "Y-yeah! I was, uh, real nervous about it!"

"Haha!! I was too." (He looks as nervous as you do right now. You guess you did catch him by surprise.) "Take a seat!"

"Dunno if I could carry it home but I'll try." (You respond cheekily, laughing as you sit down. Isa laughs too.) "It's, i-its really good to see you again."

"Y-yeah. . ." (He rubbed his shoulder.) "With the curse and all, if we didn't win. . ."

"Ah but there's no way you wouldn't have! You're the best!" (You say, smiling. You point at the embroidery.) "Whatch'ya doing by the way?"

"O-oh!!" (He looks a bit surprised you asked.) "I-I, uh, wanted to, uh, branch out a bit! And try some, some new things!"

"That's the name of the game isn't it? Changing and trying new things." (You say, smiling. It looked good from your angle.) "Can I see?"

(Now's your chance, you hold out a hand.)

(Isabeau looks at it, then you, then looks away.)

". . . Uh, Isabeau?"

(He bites his lip before responding.) ". . . Can, can we talk about something kinda serious?"

(You take your hand back, not your chance then.) "Oh? What's up?"

"W-well. . ." (He takes a breath.) "We're friends, Ramos, and, and I promise, if you just tell the truth we'll still be friends, ok?"

"H-HUH?!?" (You try to contain your worry. What. What. What does that mean! What?!?) "I-I, I don't-"

"Ramos." (He's looking right at you.) "Please."

(Your heart is beating out of your chest, what. What. What could this be about. Did he find out? Does he know?!? Calm down, calm down. Just promise.)

"I, a-alright, I'll try."

(Isabeau nods, and takes another breath. Finally, he asks,) "Are, are you using Mind craft, Ramos?"

"HUH?!?" (WHAT. WHAT WHAT WHAT. WHAT. HOW. WHAT.)

"I-its alright! W-well, it's not, but, please, just, trust me. Please." (He put his hands up that way he does when he's worried.)

(Don't tell him.)

(You should be truthful, tell him.)

"I-I. . . Y-yeah, maybe, yeah." (Your voice is wavering, quiet. Your tapping on your chair nervously. How.) "How'd, how'dya find out?"

(Isa pauses.) ". . . A-a friend of mine, a good friend, they can restart a day over and over again if, if something bad happens." (He looks away again, he looks afraid.) "T-this morning, they, they nearly died. They've repeated today a couple dozen times a-and, and it's killing them."

(You think you knew where this was going. You didn't respond.)

"Ramos," (He sounds desperate.) "Ramos I, they said you changed my memories, once, and. . ."

"And what." (You say, a bit harsher than you mean.)

"And I don't want to Believe it!" (He turns back to you, he's crying.) "Y-you, you said you wanted to be strong!! B-but, but are strong! Even if you struggled with things, you are SO strong!! You'd keep trying and trying and stay up for hours practicing one thing to get it down! You gave being a defender your all!"

(He thinks you're strong?)

"S-so, they told me you, you wanted to be stronger, like me and, and, you'd change people's memorues to do that, I couldn't believe it but." (He shakes his head.) "I don't want to, but-"

"You, think I'm strong?"

(Your voice is a whisper. He thought you were strong? You? The weakest twig who could barely figure out a slowdown craft a few months ago? You? Who couldn't face how your guardian might look at you after changing?)

(You, who had to hide behind Mind Craft?)

"Yes!! I always have!! Always, always, always!!" (He continued.) "Even if you weren't the best, that was ok! You always tried to do better! And weren't scared off by what was hard!"

"That's not true-"

"It is!!!" (He grips the table.) "I-I, I wish I could have been more like you!"

(What.)

"I, I don't want to just be a big dumb defender guy, Rams, I want people to think I'm smart, and to know I can sew! I want to make clothes! But, I could never tell people that- o-oh, oh crab are you ok?"

(Huh? Oh, oh you're crying, you wipe away your tears. You? He looked up to you?) "T-thats. . . I-I'm ok." (You shake your head.) "I'm, I'm sorry."

"It's, It's ok." (He holds out a hand to you.) "Ramos, listen, I'll help you fix this just, promise, don't forget you're strong. Ok?"

(You look at his hand. What. Why. Why was he being so nice. Over the last few months you had been, been changing people's memories. And he was willing to trust you, just like that?)

"W-why, why are you trusting me."

(He looks at you, his eyes, warm, nice, his mouth quivering just a bit out of worry.) "Because, you're my friend."

(. . . You take his hand.)

(He takes breath, then a second. You take a breath with him. Don't, don't change anything, don't touch his mind. Don't do it.)

(Don't do it.)

"O-ok. I'm sorry." (You finally say.)

"I'm sorry too, for leaving so suddenly."

"Haha, no, that's ok. You had a country to save. It's in the past."

"Exactly! It's in the past!" (You look up, he's smiling again.) "You promise you'll stop?"

"I-I. . ."

(You spent months doing this. You'll just throw it away?)

(Sunk cost fallacy. You were wrong. It's ok.)

"I promise."

(He takes your hand in both of his. You're crying, still.) "See? Not that hard, right?"

(You nod.) "It's, it's still blinding scary."

(Isabeau looks up a bit, surprised?) "Wh- say that again?"

(You blink up at him, confused.) "Blinding scary?"

"Yeah! How'd you know that word? 'Blinding.'" (He's perked up, wait, you remember that face, Isa was figuring something out.)

"Oh! Y-yeah, my guardian said it all the time, dunno what it means, just picked it up." (You tilt your head.) "Why?"

"Well, It's complicated- oh! Right! What about your broche! The wish one?"

(You tilt your head.) "My, oh!" (You take your hand back and undo your bandana. Your emblem, you didn't go anywhere without it now.) "I got it from someone I met!"

(Didn't you promise to keep it secret?)

(So what. You can't lie to him.)

"Someone?" (Isa tilts his head.) "Someone gave it to you?"

(You nod excitedly.) "Yeah!! He said that it was, it was. . ."

(Ow. You shake your head. He said, he said. . .)

(What is going on.)

(You need, you need to find his friend. You need to find them. The one who turns back time.)

(What? What? WHAT?!?)

"Ramos?" (Isa looked worried.) "Is, everything alright?"

"N-not, right." (You shook your head. Why? What's going on! Why should you, you go find them?!?)

(Because I told you so.)

(You stand up and stumble back, gripping your head. What. What is.)

(Relax, Ramos. You said you'd help me out, right?)

"I-I, I did! I did but, why now! Why, w-why-" (Your breathing quickened.)

"Rams?!?" (Isa stood up too, he looked worried.)

(Relax, Ramos. It'll be like yesterday, you wont remember a thing.)

"I- what?!?" (You smell something.) "I- no! I don't want, I-I, I-"

(You wont remember. It's fine, It'll be like nothing ever happened! And it'll even make your guardian happy, right?)

"What's going on?? Ramos! Buddy!" (Isa ran over to you, he was about to grab your shoulder. You quickly back away, stumbling over.)

"N-no! No I, d-don't- I-" (You smell mint.) "I don't, can't, think-"

"-op! You need to rest!"

(A girls voice, no, it was that housemaiden. You turn to look. The door to the house was open, she, her name was Mirabelle, was there, trying to get someone back inside.)

(White cloak, white hair, white pointy hat-)

(That's the one. Go touch them, Ramos.)

"NO!!!" (You grip your head- no! Wait! Not the head! You tug at the stupid crabbing star around your neck. This stupid! Blinding thing!!!)

"You." (The person in white was walking at you, murder in their eyes, knife in their hand. They looked, they looked terrifying.)

"L-loop! Wait! It's, I'm not effected! It's fine! They're-" (Isa was sticking up for you, even now.)

(Go on, Ramos. Touch them. All you need to do, one touch.)

"No, no no no!!!!" (You tug hard at the star, it hurts, you're going to bleed. You're starting to cry.) "I, I don't want to!! I don't want to hurt them!!"

(It wont hurt, you know it wont.)

"SHUT UP!"

(You can barely see through the tears, you're feeling numb. You're feeling sick. You're lightheaded. The smell of mint, it's sickly, it's unbearable!)

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

(. . .)

(You're yelling at nothing. You're yelling at, at something, not, here. You need, to, to. . .)

(You smell burning.)

"Gems alive. . ."

(There's others. Tall lady. Lady with hammer, one with a pan. And. Mirabelle. A-and-)

"Wh, what is. . ."

(Your vision is, it's, you can barely see, barely think. The smell of mint, burning mint. They looks so distant.)

"Ramos!?!"

(Isabeau. You're sorry. You're so, so sorry. You just, you just-)

"Look out, everyone!"

(You just, you just wanted to be brave.)

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