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Love at First Sight

Straw Hat Pirates x reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I have never seen the anime or read the manga. I never heard of this until the show, but I love the show & have started to watch the anime.

Warnings: none. Maybe too much fluff?

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. Luffy @vinlandsky, Nami @goodsirs, Sanji @pedritosdarling, Zoro @valkubusqueen, Usopp @rrandomtthings

Summary: The first time they saw you with Sanji, Luffy, Nami, Zoro, & Usopp.

Luffy was looking around The Baratie with a massive smile on his face, like usual. This isn't the first time he has been here, nor will it be his last.

Him and the rest of his crew were waiting for their order to be taken as they talked amongst themselves.

"Hello, welcome to The Baratie, may I start with your drink orders, please?" He looked up at the sound of your voice, and the moment he saw you, he couldn't talk.

For the first time in his life, Monkey D. Luffy was speechless.

You took Zoro's order and worked your way around the table, and when your kind smile and eyes finally landed on Luffy, he opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a squeak.

Usopp nudged him in the ribs, but nothing was coming out. "He will take a glass of milk." Nami spoke up for him.

"Thank you. I will be right back with your drinks and then I will take your order." Luffy watched as you walked away,

The moment you were out of ear shot, Nami and Usopp started to ask what was wrong with him, but Sanji spoke up.

"Good eye, Luffy." He said your name, and the whole crew watched as Luffy said your name to himself

"I am going to marry them!" Luffy proclaimed.

"Oh, for the love of," Nami complained, putting her head in her hands. Zoro rolled his eyes and sighed.

Sanji just smirked, and Usopp clapped Luffy on the shoulder, congratulating him on his upcoming marriage.

Nami was lagging behind the rest of the crew as they listened to Luffy talk about where they were, which is where he is from Foosha Village.

There were only so many windmills one could see, and they were all starting to look the same, but according to Luffy, each one had something different about them.

Nami was growing bored and was ready to say something to end this boring tour when they finally stopped in front of, no it can't be? Who knew this place had anything exciting?

A bar

Partys Bar was the name. "Are you guys thirsty? Hungry? Makino is an old friend of mine. Isn't that right, Makino?" Luffy said as he strolled into the bar, with the rest of us behind him.

"Luffy, is that you?" I am guessing Makino is the woman coming from around the counter to hug our Captain.

"And who are they?" She asked, but someone came out of the backroom, that caught my eye.

"This is my crew." Luffy said proudly. He said each of our names, and we acknowledged the woman.

"Makino?" We were interrupted by the same person that came from the back.

"Yes?" She said their name, and I repeated the name in my head a few times to hopefully remember it.

"Luffy, let me introduce you to my cousin." The three of them got talking as Usopp got distracted by a group of small children that wanted to hear our tales.

So Sanji, Zoro, and I were left to entertain ourselves. I listened to the two of them bicker over the same old crap, but my focus slowly went onto the Marino's cousin.

I didn't notice that I was being watched by the two men until I heard a whistle that brought me out of my trance. I saw them walk towards our table.

"Excuse me. I hope you do not mind if you can answer a few questions our good friend Nami has of this place." I wanted to slap the look off of Sanji's smug face.

"No, I do not mind. What is your question?" They turned their focus on me. "Have a seat. The two of us were about to go and see what we need to stock up before we leave. Come now Zoro." I could just kill the two of them for leaving me here alone.

I expected the cousin to turn around and walk away when I didn't say anything, but they didn't. They sat down and waited for me to talk.

"Luffy has never mentioned you before. Are you from here?"

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The two of us talked until I had to leave, but they gave me their number. I walked onto the ship, and Sanji and Zoro looked at me. One with a smile across his face, the other one looking bored, but I knew he was interested in what happened.

"So, are they the love your life?" Sanji questioned.

"I just met them." I said as I walked past the two.

"That wasn't a no, Nami." Zoro said.

"Who touched my sauce?" I yelled as I saw that someone added a bit of salt to my sauce. I was looking right at Zoro.

"Why would I touch your sauce?" He asked me. I was growing angrier, knowing he had something to do with it.

"I know you did it." I sneered. This was the third time this had happened this week, and I was growing tired of him not admitting it.

"For the last time, I didn't touch your sauce. Why don't you ask the new person? I see them coming in and out of your kitchen."

"New person?" I was confused. I looked around and didn't see anyone.

"Yes, new person. Nami knew them from her days when she was with Arlong. They used to team up."

"Are you talking about me?" A voice came from the left of me, and I jumped as no one was there.

"Who said that?"

"I did." There was a small burst of light that had me covering my eyes, and to my suprise, there was a person standing there.

"You must be Sanji. Luffy has been talking about you nonstop. Oh, where are my manners." They introduced themselves.

"You ruined my sauce." I wasn't going to let up on this.

"Did I? Or did I make it better?"

"You added too much salt."

"Add some garlic, maybe a smidge of sugar, and it will balance it out." They said to me.

"Maybe add oregano." Zoro said from his spot. The two of us looked at him and said at the exact same time, "Oregano is for savages."

I looked over at our new crew member, seeing them now for the first time. "Maybe you didn't add too much salt. Please come and show me what you were making."

They walked towards my kitchen, and as I walked past Zoro, I heard him say, "You are welcome."

I stopped and was going to say something when my new sous chef just looked at me and smiled, making me forget all about the swordsman.

I couldn't take my eyes off of the one person in the crowd. For some strange reason they have caught my attention.

"I see that our teacher had caught your attention." Nami said as she sat down next to me. We were celebrating our massive win against Arlong.

"Teacher?" I turned my head slightly towards her.

"Yes, they teach the younger kids." She went on to tell me their name.

"I can see that. The young ones haven't left them alone." I watched as another child ran up to them to show what looked to be a rock.

"Why don't you go say hi?"

"We will be leaving soon. There is no need to get too acquainted with the locals." I told her.

"Okay then." Nami left me alone at that point, my attention now drawn towards whatever the hell Luffy was doing.

I am now in line once more, begrudgingly getting a second helping of Sanji's food, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I placed my free hand on a sword.

"Zoro." I relaxed slightly and turned around to see what Nami wanted, but not to my suprise, there was, with the Village teacher.

"I would like for you to meet Roronoa Zoro. Zoro, please meet." Nami was interrupted as the teacher told me their name.

Nami left the two of us alone after that. We walked a bit away from the prying eyes of the rest of the villagers.

"I have always heard stories about you, Zoro, the great pirate hunter. I never imagined you becoming a pirate yourself."

"Neither did, but Luffy has this way about him."

"Yes, I can see that. He seems like a peculiar fellow, but nice none the less."

"Peculiar?" I asked.

"Yes, I have never seen someone smile so much. You must understand that our village has been under the control and fear of Arlong for so long, that many of us, including myself, forgot to know what happiness is."

"I hope you can now find happiness now that you are free from their terror." I was very serious about that.

"Maybe just for this night, I will." They said as they stepped closer to me. I took a step closer to them.

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I didn't know this until much later, but Nami was standing to the side, her sister handing her some Berry.

The first time I saw them was at The Baratie. I was outside at the bar, enjoying the sea air while I drank my drink that tasted a heck of a lot like candy.

I bumped into them as I was trying to keep myself steady on the rocking ship. Or was it just me who was unsteady? Never mind.

"I am so very sorry." I said as I tried to steady them before they fell over.

"That is all right, Usopp." They know my name?

"You know my name?" I asked them as I looked into their eyes, and it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. It was like they were staring into my soul.

"Of course. I was here when you and your crew saved us. I have always wanted to thank the man who pulled me out of the water that day. I do not swim all that well."

"And here I am, almost knocking you into the water tonight. Please forgive me."

"All is forgiven, may I buy you a drink? As a thank you. I was hoping you would come back so I could thank you properly."

"I will have what you are having." I hope I sounded not so drunk.

"I am just having some water. It is a bit too warm to be drinking I find."

"Water is fine with me. It is about time I sober up."

I also didn't want to have a massive hangover in the morning and throw up like I did last time. That was horrible.

I heard them call out two waters, and we took a seat not far from where the bar was.

"I never asked. What is your name?" My mother would have been appalled at the fact that I never asked for their name.

They gave me their name, and then we started to ask questions to get to know one another.

I tried not to lie, but some of the tales kept spilling out of me. "No, it was you who took down Arlong? Well, another class of water is needed."

We talked all night until the sun came up. "Oh, look at the time. I must be going." They stood up and I did as well.

"Will I see you again?" I asked them.

"Probably sooner than you think Usopp." And they walked off, leaving me confused.

I walked back to the ship, almost in a fog.

"Usopp! They you are. I want you to meet the new member of our crew." Luffy called out once he saw me.

"Hello, Usopp."

"So this is what you meant?" I asked.

"Of course."

Luffy looked between the two of us, "I have no idea what is going on, but we must leave."

I chuckled as he turned to go and talk to Sanji about something.

"You coming Usopp?" They said as they walked towards the rest of the crew.

"Of course."

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theblueflower05 · 1 year

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Crawling Back to You

(Part Two of First Love/Late Spring)

A/N: So like, I’m really excited that you guys seem to be digging this story. I was hesitant about it just because there’s so much of my own Na’vi/Metkayina lore thrown in there. Thank you for all of the kind response.

Word Count: 8k+

Warnings: From here on out, this story will be extremely explicit. Minors DNI. If Aged Up! Neteyam isn’t your thing, please exit to your left. Let’s all respect each other's boundaries, please.

Angst. Self deprecation. Alcohol consumption. Smut. Mutual masturbation. Fingering(fem receiving). Nipple sucking. Breeding kink. Scent marking. Public sex(if you squinttttt)

Summary: Neteyam returns from his Motnaui and isn’t in much of a celebratory mood when he realizes that he’s scrapped any chance of having a mate for Fertility season…or has he? Neteyam x Reader

Series Masterlist(all parts can be found here)

Previous< First Love/Late Spring

Next>: Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea

Secret's that I’ve held in my heart

Are harder to hide then I thought.

Maybe I just wanna be yours- Artic Monkeys

The brilliant Pandoran sun beats down on the crystal blue waters, fragmenting into bursts of light under the surface of the waves.

The Motnaui is intense, Neteyam’s lean frame isn't made for the open ocean but over the months as he trained intensely with the Metkayina hunters, he gained muscle he didn't even realize his body could retain.

His shoulders are broader and thighs thicker. He can keep up with the clan, he can help row the boats without his arms giving out on him.

Neteyam hasn't felt this way since they had fled the safety of the forest. He’s useful again. He’s worked hard to regain his title of Hunter.

Warrior.

Brother of the people.

He sense’s it as they jump between the endless maze of isles. Hunting and sleeping on the beaches under the open night sky. Swapping stories around the small campfires.

They don't see him as an outsider anymore. No, he is Metkayina. All of the hunters treat him as such. Clapping his back. Embracing him tight. Sharing in the whopping joy as he makes a clean, merciful kill.

They listen to the Omaticayan legends he tells the and fill him in on the lore of the sea.

The four days out at open ocean are needed and he feels sure footed now. Knows that he will always have a place in Awa’atlu. He can't wait for Lo’ak to complete his Iknamaya next cycle, to get to feel this feeling of deep belonging. Of acceptance.

The tattoo forever etched into the the skin on his on his shoulder burns. Throbs all the way down his elbow, ends right above his wrist. The permanent swirling ink a symbol of his place among the reef.

His third birth is as beautiful as his second. He is a man, twice recognized.

Neteyam reminds himself of that fact as he sits down next to Tonowari one night. The stars are sparkling and the dimming light of the dying fire makes the hulking chief look larger than life.

Still, the younger man gathers his courage.

“I wish to mate with Y/N” Neteyam states firmly. He had been Olo’eyktan in training for over a decade back in the forest. He uses the voice he’d take on when speaking of important matters “I would like your blessing to do so, sir”

Their brothers and sisters in the hunt surround them. Either asleep at the late hour or lost to their own conversations.

Or maybe they just know not to interrupt this important exchange. They only listen in with peaked ears and envious hearts.

Tonowari’s features go stern, his strong brows pulling together “Before my T’smuke returned to the great mother, I promised her that I would always take care of her daughter as though she was my own. I love Y/N as I do my children. Do you understand that, Neteyam?”

Neteyam is nodding “Yes sir, of course”

“She is a good woman. A very important member of our community, if I allow this courtship I have to be certain that you will honor that. That you will honor her place among us, and be serious about what that means for your own”

Neteyam mules over the words, thinks he knows what they mean. He will be marrying into the royal family of the Metkayina. He will be bound by blood to the clans chief. His future children will have a claim to the title of Olo’eyktan or Tshaik, third in line should anything ever happen.

“I am very serious about her, I will work hard to give her all that she deserves. I will build us a Mauri to raise our family in. I will dedicate my life to her and the tribe” It is not a vow lightly made, Neteyam knows this.

He had never been one to be fickle about responsibility.

It’s only when the intense expression on the Olo’eyktans face shifts, a broad smile stretching across his mouth, that Neteyam feels his posture untense.

Tonowari claps him hard on the back and offers him the leather flask of strong liquor that the hunters pass amongst themselves-

“Then you have my blessing” Tonowari laughs as the younger Na’vi man almost chokes on the burn of the Kava.

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When they return to the main island of Awa’atlu with their abundant catch they are greeted warmly by the clan. The giant horns are blown, drums play rhythmically. Children scream joyously and women dance scantly clad in ceremonial drab.

Its busy and blustering but there's only one thing on Neteyam's mind.

Only one person.

The same woman who had plagued him since his arrival all those months ago. You’re as elusive as the receding tide and he had become accustomed to having to look for you. To having to seek you out in a crowd, to go searching for you.

You hadn't seen him off and he hasn't spoken to you in many days. He misses you. It's an ache that he wants to soon remedy, that he knows he’ll never have to feel again. Not with Tonowari’s blessing fueling him.

Since he was young, Neteyam had wanted to be bonded.

He’d dreamt of sharing that special connection with another individual; the way that his parents did. He craved someone to cherish him, to take care of him and in return he’d do the same for them. He itched for a woman to braid his hair, to bear his children. To bury his cock in every night and wake up to every morning.

He was a simple man with a big heart and a lot of love to give. And he wanted to give it to you.

He just has to find you first.

Neteyam tries not to worry when he can't catch sight of your petite frame. Not one peek of your long hair or seafoam eyes. He couldn't scent the natural perfume of florally herbs that always seemed to surround you-

“Neteyam!” It’s Tuk.

She collides with him hard. Many years of being a climbing post for his siblings is the only reason he doesn't topple over. Is able to catch her mid air and hold her to his chest.

He’s greeted by his family-

And only a moment passes before he can notice that something is wrong.

It’s written all over Kiri’s face. In his mothers expressive eyes and the glances his father throws him as he embraces the Olo’eyktan from across the way. Even Lo’ak gives him something akin to a small glare.

“Whatever is going on, it will have to wait” Neteyam decides out loud, slowly lowering his baby sister to the ground. “I need to find Y/N, have any of you seen her?”

Kiri’s mouth opens and shuts, as though she’s trying to figure out what to say and it frays his nerves. His legs are antsy, burning with the need to run. To seek you out- still on the high of the hunt.

“I don't have time for this-”

“Brother, wait. It is about Y/N” Kiri grabs his elbow, keeping him still.

He doesn't like her tone.

Likes the expression on her face even less. She looks too serious, it doesn't suit her at all. Kiri had always been as airy as a tree sprite- carefree and bubbly.

Call it a gut feeling or the simple ability to read the room. He just knows whatever she’s about to tell him isnt going to be pleasant.

“What happened?”

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His sister pulls him aside, into the mangrove tree’s and away from prying eyes and ears so that she can relay what she’d heard. Fill Neteyam in on what he’s missed.

He listens to every word…and they settle like stones in his stomach.

“Y/N thinks that you have accepted an offer of courtship from another woman”

“I didn't- I’d never!” Neteyam hisses in protest, shaking his head. It’s all one big misunderstanding. He has to make find you, shake these thoughts out of your head. Make you see-

“But you did,” Kiri replies firmly, her mouth pulled into a grim line.

She explains the meaning of the Lei’s.

The gravity of him accepting one from another female and Neteyam hasn't felt so small in many years. He’d been forced into adulthood early. Taken care of his siblings from a young age and then was thrust into the war with the RDA before he had even fully come out of adolescence. He was wise beyond his years, that’s what everyone had always told him.

He doesn’t feel that way now.

He’d fucked up, made a mistake that could very well cost him the future that he had worked so hard to secure since coming to the reefs-

And he hadn't even meant to! He’d been as naive as a baby, as ignorant to Metkayina traditions as an untrained child-

He wants to scream in frustration. Wants to kick the absolute shit out of himself. Instead he listens to his sister, his hands shaking as he balls them into fists.

You had been devastated. Heart broken. Wouldn't talk to anyone or come out to eat. Couldn’t stop crying-

“Enough” He pleads, he can't hear anymore of it. Guilt rises in his chest like bile.

Imagining what the last days had been like for you as he’d spend them having the time of his life, galivanting with other hunters. Getting drunk and having carefree fun-

“Kiri, what do I do?”

She sighs. It’s so rare to see her older brother like this. He’s always so solid. So strong and stable. It’s unnerving when he loses his composure. When his carefully built walls come down

She had known that the whole thing was a miscommunication and had tried along with Tsireya to convince you of that fact. But you wouldn't hear it, and avoided her at every turn.

You and her brother are both such stubborn dumb asses. Rubbing at her temples Kiri prays to Eywa for strength. Sully’s stick together.

“We fix this”

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As the evening eclipse starts and the sun disappears in the sherbert sky the beach lights up.

Bonfires roar, their flames tall and burning bright.

The air is filled with the smell of roasting Paokpak(island boar) and fish. Huge pots full of dishes that Neteyam had never seen line the long wooden table set up at the center of the celebration. Barrels of Kava have been brought out. The strongest of Metkayina liquors, brewed and stored for decades in airtight containers. Made from berries that are extremely hard to harvest.

This is a time for celebration, to gorge on the hard earned harvests the hunters have brought back. To celebrate the newly rited adults and prepare for the Fertility Season.

The beat of the drums is hypnotic. It's sexy and primal. It's a tune that all Na’vi know in their chest, one that their hips move to as if of their own accord.

Children play, Women sing, stories older then the briny deep are told. The air is electric; so full of magic and unity.

And yet, Neteyam is on edge.

He had been since his rude awakening earlier in the day. He’d spent his afternoon running around like an Austrapede with its head chopped off. Desperately trying to solve the issues that he hadn't meant to create.

After hunting down the culprit to all of this mess, a pretty lei made up of sunset orange lilies which he’d given to Tuk almost automatically after it’d been given to him, he returns it to its owner.

Seychelle is haughty. Rightly upset and shrilly confused as she takes the token of her affections back. Neteyam’s apology is poor and he knows it, he backs away before she can throw her drink in his face.

Tsireya had told him this was the only way to remedy the issue- to refuse the offer for courtship so that he could be open to be with another. The younger girl had been so relieved when he came to her, begging her to help him win back your affections.

“I knew you are a good man, that you don't have a mean spirit”

Tsireya is as eager as Neteyam to see her cousin happy. She doesn't think she could spend another night listening to your inconsolable weeping.

The last obstacle is the hardest.

You refuse to be anywhere near him. Are forced into the festivities because of your family standing, but pretend that Neteyam simply does not exist.

At every turn you evade him.

Sandwiching yourself between the hulking muscle of Ao’nung and Tonowari at the buffet table. Dancing in an enclosed circle of swaying women. Flitting away in a plume of smoke when he approaches you with your favorite ripe fruit in hand; leaving him standing there stupidly. Palms stained by the juice of the Lionberry as he squeezes it in frustration.

You’re hauntingly beautiful in the firelight.

He hates the fact that he’s not the only who notices it. The way the other males consume you with their carnivorous gazes makes him sick. His fingers clench and his knuckles crack of their own accord.

Long dark hair pours down your back in bouncing waves. The top that you wear clings to you like a second skin; the pearls and seashells glittering in the warm hue of the flames. Your own Lei, pink and pristine, is still resting on your throat. Many intricate bracelets and anklets clink as you walk and he cant take his eyes off of the way that the back of your tweng sits on your pert ass-

“Go talk to her” His dad suggests gruffly as he watches his son watch you. It’s getting hard to stomach at this point, all of that longing palpable and souring the atmosphere.

“She doesn't want to speak to me” Neteyam mutters. Trying not to feel too bad for himself. And failing.

Neteyam hadn't thought his return from Motonui would be like this. He’d envisioned a lot more kissing, and alot less moping.

“Woman aren't as complicated as they seem, son. You don't need some grand gesture-”

“Says the man who tamed Toruk after his first fight with his mate” Neteyam interrupts and Jake snorts at his unusual outburst.

His eldest son is usually so very put together- it's entertaining to see that a woman could bring out this side of him.

“I have nothing to offer her. Back home in the forest I could have given her- everything” Neteyam sighs as he admits what's been on his mind since he’d begun pursuing you “There’s no reason why she’d want to be with me, I’m aware of that”

Jake pulls his son close.

His first born. The apple of his eye. Neteyam was good to his core, and anyone who knew him could see it. Jake was so proud of him and wondered if this lack of self confidence came from the fact that he probably didn’t tell the boy of that fact enough.

“All that girl wants from you is reassurance. That’s all you need to give her, everything else will come with time. If she wanted to mate for status she would’ve done it long before you got here, kid. ”

Jake had been shitty at motivational speeches since his stint in the military. You would think his time as reigning Olo’eyktan would have given him some kind of skills. But still, his words are a bit clunky. But sincere.

After a moment, Neteyam gulps at the Kava in his hand. Drains his cup and then squares his shoulders before he’s off.

Eyes set unyieldingly on the prize.

Jake grins. If a good ol’ pep talk doesn't do it- liquid courage sure will.

You’re half heartedly participating in the conversations going on around you, just distracted enough that Neteyam’s able to stalk over. Unnoticed until he’s standing right infront of you-

“Y/N” His voice is firm, he wonders if you know how hard it is for him to keep it as such. “I see you”

Up close he can see how swollen your eyes are. How exhausted you look. You just nod, muttering out a quiet “I see you” in response.

Everything about your body language screams that you want to be left alone. Your arms are crossed over your chest, your ears tipped low. Your tail curls around your ankle and your nose keeps scrunching up.

He wishes he could let you be,

But you make him selfish. You bring out a side of him that wants to take. Has to be satiated or he’s going to lose his fucking mind.

“I must speak with you” He states his intentions, clear. Ignores the way Ronal glares daggers at the side of his head.

“I don’t think-”

“It will only take a moment. But I ask for the privacy to explain myself to you. If after you hear my words you still do not wish to talk to me I will respect that”

You glance at your family before responding to him. Sharing a look with both Ronal and Tsireya. Your cousin smiles encouragingly, your aunt gives a barley tolerant tilt of her head.

You sigh and nod, but step away from his hand when he offers it to you. It's an obvious rejection, but Neteyam tries not to dwell on it. His tail flicks anxiously behind him.

“We may speak in private. Come” your voice is low, before you begin to lead him away from the festivities. Down the beach until the firelight is in the distance and the beat of the drum is a low hum on the howling wind.

The storms will start soon. The sea is choppy, the clouds rolling in and the breeze cool.

It’s hard to find privacy on the sandy shores, intertwined couples can be found scattered along the waters edge. Lips locked. Speaking lowly and intimately.

Neteyam is pretty sure that one of his fellow hunters has his mate twisted into a mating press- if her breathless whimpers are anything to go by.

He avoids their writhing bodies, ignores the way it makes his own core tingle.

Fertility Season is all but here. The entire clan falling under its low boiling energy.

All he could think about as he had been out on the open ocean; is that this cycle he wouldn't have to spend it alone.

He’s not sure that is the case anymore.

After more walking, completely in silence, the two of you come to a mostly desolate area. Quiet and still, as private as it’s going to get.

You stare out at the cresting waves and Neteyam knows he needs to say something, anything. But all he can to is look at you.

At the way that the moonlight illuminates your silhouette, at the dusting of turquoise bioluminescent freckles that are scattered across your nose.

“I-Um-” You start, and that wont do. He cuts you off quick.

It is only him who needs to explain himself. “Let me start by apologizing to you. I am so sorry, Y/N”

You appear as though you’re going to start crying and if you do, he’ll lose all his carefully cultivated cool.

So he presses on.

“I had no idea that accepting Lei’s was a courting symbol here. I don't know how to make you believe me but if I had know I would’ve never-” Neteyam lets out a long shaky breath “I can only swear to you that in the future I will be more mindful of your clans traditions”

Time ticks by. The moon shines and the waves crash against the shore.

“Our clan” you break the silence, your voice gentle and melodic. “You passed your Iknimaya. It is your clan as much as mine”

He wants so desperately to hold you. He has for months, but the need is almost unbearable at this very moment.

“If I have lost my chance. Please, tell me now” it’s a plea. Because it hurts to look at you. If he can not have you- if you do not want him, he will accept it. Somehow. But being alone with you like this and not knowing is killing him. “I will…I’ll leave you alone, if you want me to”

You scoff, not looking away from him. Refusing to meet his eye, still staring blanky at the waves. “You act as though I am the one who accepted someone else’s offer. I have never wanted you to leave me alone, Neteyam”

“I’m sorry” Does he sound as idiotic as he feels? He surely hopes not.

“You already said that”

“Please, look at me”

“I can’t” you whisper- hissing at him warningly when he outstretches his hands “I- I don't want to ever feel like this again. You need to tell me what you want from me because I do not know. I will get confused again, if you do not tell me what we are doing”

He can tell by your expression that you are serious, and even so. He cant fucking believe it. Had he failed at courtship so immensely that you really don't know? He’s stuck in his head for a moment too long.

It makes you anxious, makes you back even further away.

“Please-” He’s all but begging, yet

you avoid his touch again and it feels like blades.

Your shrill warning hiss rings in his ears.

He returns it with a snarl of his own when you continue to refuse to let him touch you. Can't help it, the need to rebuff all of this uncertainty around the union that is so special to him is strong.

He grips the top of your arms, his long fingers holding your biceps.

You finally look at him. Your round eyes wide and vulnerable. Filled with unshed tears and unspoken questions.

“I want to mate with you” He starts because if you need to hear it all, word for word, then he’d tell you. “I want to build my life here with you by my side. I want us to have a home that will never know war-”

A tear rolls down the swell of your cheek.

“I-I want you to choose to be with me” He swallows, the lump in his throat getting bigger, higher. Threatening to choke his vocal cords “I will be good to you. If you let me”

His family had always required him to be the rock. Had leaned on him to take on the role of caretaker, he had had to keep it together. Keep them together. It wasn't easy for him to break open like this. It went against his very nature, all that self preservation he’d learned early.

But you need this. And he thinks he might too.

“Neteyam-”

“I will ask you again. If I have lost my chance tell me now”

Have mercy on him.

“I understand if you want to be with someone who can offer you more. I won’t fault you for it” he doesn’t know why he feels the need to tack that on. Why the self deprecating thoughts manifest their way into words that hurt for him to speak “I don’t have much here. But I’ll build it, for you”

Your muscles tense under his palms and he prepares himself for the rejection. The physical blow of it-

But then, you melt. Loosen. Your entire body sags fully into his grip. That pinched expression on your face slips away. Your full lips part and your eyes soften, brows furrowing together.

You look at him like he is something precious. Like you can see him- and he thinks you might be the first one who ever has.

He’d known it in his bones. Since the day he’d arrived. Since he’d first spotted your face in the crowd.

“Oel ngati kameie” you whisper, your hand coming up to cup his jaw. “Oel ngati kamei, Neteyam. I see-”

He leans heavily into your hand. His forehead clunking against yours, pressing hard. The contact stings, but its welcome. He needs it.

He needs.

“I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care what you have or don’t have. You know I don’t.” you murmur urgently, he can feel the words against against his skin.

When you press a whisper light, tentative kiss against the sharp of his cheekbone, something snaps. Something that had been strained and barely held together just breaks.

His control, he realizes as he crowds you.

As his fingers dig into your arms and he presses the line of his body against your own firmly.

You’re so soft everywhere. So much smaller than him. He’s all lean muscle, tall and hard. You’re pliable skin, a layer of blubber to keep you warm in the deep. So different from the women he’d grown up with. Your hips are wide, thighs pillowy.

You’d give him healthy children. His hindbrain howls.

When he captures your lips he hopes you realize that there’s no going back. That this is until death. He’d go to his grave before he was robbed of this again.

You gasp, sweet and small, and he eats it. Consumes all of the air in your lungs. You’re good at holding your breath anyway, right?

“Neteyam” you whine, pulling away, your lips wet and your pupils wide. You’re shaky, already a bit disoriented and he wants to keep you. Protect you. He’ll give you anything if you just keep looking at him like that.

“Are you ok-”

You reach up on the tips of your toes, slamming your lips back against his before he can finish his words.

Your hands tangle into his braids as you try to gain traction, pull him down to your level. Get a better hold on him.

Its intense, dizzying. You kiss him like you’re dying and maybe you are. Maybe you’ve been slowly dying since he first got here. Every moment that you hadn’t been able to be held by him had killed you- a slow torturous death.

You drag him down. Do you know he’d follow you anywhere? Under the waves, down onto the soft sand. He cups the back of your head, shelters your neck as he bullies his thin hips between your dense thighs and pressed you against the ground.

The months worth of tension isn't released gently, because it can't be.

The kisses are bruising. Wandering hands and desperate tongues. It’s carnal, Fertility season making both of your minds cloudy as you try to dig into each others flesh.

Nothing is close enough.

With a whine, your fingers slip under Neteyam's multilayered choker. Using it as leverage to tug on as you thrust your hips up violently. The heat at the apex of your legs grinding against his covered erection dangerously.

“Ah-” he gasps wetly “Easy, Narlor. Easy”

“Sorry” you simper, panting. Trying to get a hold on the feelings rushing through you. One hand gripping his necklace, the other slipping into the back of his hair, brushing the nape of his neck “I want- I dream about it all the time”

Fire rushes down Neteyam’s spine, both at your words and your feather light touch to his kuru. He wonders if you touched yourself after those dreams. If you had to take the edge off like he had. He shudders at the thought-

You’re kissing at his neck again, at all of that sensitive skin under his braids, near his ears.

Your quick touches are everywhere. Rushing all over his body. Manicured nails scraping over his skin-

“Ugh,” he warbles out as your curious hand disappears under his tweng.

Its a tight fit as your fingers dance along his hard cock. Delicate and teasingly light. He’s going to come all over himself like some inexperienced teenager that had never gotten a taste of pussy before if you don't. Slow. Down.

“Tell me about those dreams of yours. What’d we do in them?” Neteyam teases, his lips moving against the corner of your mouth. A distraction for both you and himself.

You can't form words, not as you feel how big he is. As you cherish the fact you’ll never be empty again. He's hard and pulsing in your hand and you want him inside of you. Your mouth, your cunt. You don't care. You want to be the only one who gets to feel him, no one else can ever-

There’s only one way to ensure that.

“Tsahelyu” you whimper, “Please Neteyam. Need it”

He slows down a bit, his head spacy but not totally lost. The bond is everything. It’s the most important aspect of Na’vi culture “I can't bond you here”

“Why?” its a petulant whine, your hips pressing against his again.

“I’m not going to bond you on the cold ground, Yawne. Out in the open”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind” you press and he chuckles, shaking his head “you could have me anywhere you want me”

It’s the raw honesty in your voice that drives him crazy.

Devotion in a way that makes him lightheaded.

He can't give you Tsaheylu yet, he wants it done right. He wants you tucked in a mountain of blankets with a warm fire going- at the height of Fertility Season. The ancestors watching over you as he intertwines himself into your soul for the rest of time.

“I will have you” He assures you, dragging his mouth across your clavicle, his long fingers working the strings of your intricate top loose “And you’ll have me. But you have to let me do it right”

You hate waiting. You tell him as he suckles his way across your chest. Moaning as he finally gets his mouth on your soft breasts. Your fist his braids, shivering as he feasts on your skin.

“I’ll make it worth your while” Neteyam promises between mouthfuls of supple flesh “You’ll want for nothing. I’ll give you anything”

He’s humping down into you, unable to stop his hips from shifting. His cock seeking your warmth. You’re right there, he could just-

“Please” you shiver, like you know what he’s thinking. Like you can read his mind and all the dirty thoughts that cross it.

You can't take it. All of his hesitating.

You’d heard that the Omiticayans were more reserved, more traditional when it came to mating but he was going to drive you crazy.

You push on his chest. Gentle yet demanding.

He doesn't want to remove his mouth from your breasts but he allows it all the same. His lips swollen, a thin string of spit connecting him to your tender nipple as he stares at you with questioning eyes.

Neteyam lets you push him off of you before he goes down onto his back, the sand grating against his shoulder blades as he lays flat. You grin the entire time. Your eyes sparkling with excitement. With hunger.

You look as horny as he feels and it kills him.

Your fingers pluck at the at the delicate ties of your tweng, loosening it until it falls from your curvy hips.

“Y/N” he warns as you then reach for his own. Tugging at the leather straps of his loincloth. He raises his hips, helping you shimmy it down his long legs.

“You can't bond me” You whisper as you straddle his waist, your small hands using his broad chest for balance, palms on his pectorals “Not yet anyway”

“Mhmm” Neteyams murmurs as his eyes roll into the back of his head. You're hot and dripping wet, the center of your legs steaming as you rub it against his groin.

“That doesn't mean you cant touch me” you coo at the man under you as you slowly begin to undulate above him. Your hips circling as your head lowers to tongue at the underside of his jaw.

“Shit” He curses in English, gasping at the night sky as you drag damply across his lower stomach .

“Yes?” you question him as you reach for his hand, leading it exactly where you need him most.

“Yeah” Neteyam assures, fingertips dipping where you're skin is plush and dripping- right in between your spread thighs “Yeah, Yeah”

Your hand is still leading his, cupping him firmly against your pussy as he feels how much you need him. You hadn't been the only one dreaming of this. You had danced behind his eyelids for months. His brain had played tricks on him, desperately splicing together mismatched audio in an attempt to conjure up what you would sound like when he finally got to have you.

A shivery keen escapes you when he presses on your swollen bundle of nerves and nah. His imagination couldn't hold a candle to this.

It’s not just how you sound its how you look.

Sat on top of him, resting on your knees with your chest bare save for that brightly hued Lei. Your kiss bruised bottom lip is skewered between your sharp teeth as you worry it in keyed-up concentration. Blue eyes low, your long eyelashes almost fluttering against your cheeks as you stare down at him.

It’s how you smell.

Ripe and earth wet- his mouth floods as he inhales lungfuls of it, your juices are all over him. His waist, coating his hand . Everywhere but right on his tongue where he wants it the most.

Exploring you where you’re the most vulnerable is slippery, your pussy swollen as he traces along the folds. Your clit beats with your pulse under his touch, inflamed and you cry out.

“Awe, baby” he tuts. Your hips chase him in jagged little movements, unsure and needy and it’s enough to get him grinning. You’d been so sure of yourself when you’d pushed him down and climbed on top of him.

Yet here you are a whining mess of his thing in his lap.

There’s no room to tease, he wants to watch you come all over him. Everything still feels too over sensitive. Too new and easily breakable. You’d spent the last near week questioning his feelings.

Neteyam had his words. He could wax to you poetic until your ears bled,

But he had this too. He needed to make you feel a way that no one else could and as he sunk his long digit inside of you he realized that this was better then any conversation. This felt like the most natural way to express all of his emotions, you sucking him in knuckle deep felt so right.

Velvet soft and vice tight, he’s hard between his own legs from just the feel of you. Just knowing that this was his.

You, your heart. Your body. Your tiny little cunt.

Tiny but taking him so well, not just one finger. But two. Then three. Your body moves like the crashing waves behind you, intense and wild. Shoving down onto him so hard that his wrist starts to ache with the demanding press.

“More” you pant wetly into his neck “Faster. Net-please”

He figures out that faster means harder, and harder means he has you all but vibrating on top of him. Bouncing in time with every thrust of his digits. The arm that isn't preoccupied comes around you to hold you steady as he finger fucks you until you're a squealing mess.

This isn't the first time Neteyam has done this.

There’d been girls back home. One girl in particular that didn't take it too personally that he needed tension relief from the war raging around them and not the arranged soon to be wife that everyone had been trying to shove down his throat back them.

This isn't the first time he’s done this but it’s the first time he’s felt this.

He nuzzles your head out from its hiding place in his shoulder. He has to watch your face, needs to see the way he’s making you fall apart.

This is the first time he’s felt the all consuming pull to be with another person. He wants you like this always. So close to him that he could taste the perspiration from your panting breaths.

You tighten up in his arms, going rigid as your pleasure crests. Your pussy fluttering and mouth gaping. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You’re orgasm is ethereal, raw and fervid.

It’s a glance at Eywa. He sees the great mother on your face as you writhe atop of him.

It’s alot, he can tell. Fuck he can only imagine what you’re feeling if it had been this intense for him. Neteyam lets you hide again after a moment. Your hair covers your face as you shake and he thinks you might be crying, but he just brushes a hand down your damp back. Soothing you back down from the high.

The stars are brighter, even as the clouds gather in gluggy gray storm clusters. Everything seems a little bit more beautiful with his fingers still inside of you. It pains him to slide them out, missing the tight clutch of you once his wet fingers are exposed to the cool night air.

Tsaheylu, you’d begged him earlier. His kuru throbs and gooseflesh erupts all over his body just thinking about bonding with you. He wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything.

You nuzzle against him, nosing at his cheek. Your lips ghosting at the corner of his own.

“You okay?” you wonder. Your voice deep and husky. So sexy it makes his eyes close for a second.

“I should be asking you that”

“Mmm, no need to ask. I feel so so good” you assure him, starting to sit up a little “I um-I kind of got really into it. I’m sorry”

“Sorry?” Neteyam questions, keeping his grip on you as you start to squirm. Not in pleasure this time. But in shame, the embarrassed kind. Coming down from the pleasure haze, that anxious edge comes back. Unsure even as you’re on top of him. “Don’t say that. Why would you be sorry right now?”

You huff, nose scrunching. Ears flicking “I made a mess all over you”

It might not be very nice but he can't help but laugh at you. His pearly white canines on display as he hoots, the belly laughs jostling you from your perch.

“What!” you grumble, but smile all the same. “Stop”

“Hmm. I love messes like this. Feel free to make messes like this anytime” his fingers, still glistening come into view as he brings them to his mouth. Your eyes widen, glued to him. At the slight suction of his cheeks as he licks them in earnest “See. Easy clean up, you’ve got nothing to worry about, Pretty”

You taste as good as you smell. His tastebuds tingle as he swirls the new flavor around. Complex; a sweet musk that he wants to bathe in. He’s acutely aware of the way you watch him, your sweet cheeks burning at his lewdness.

When he frees his fingers with a pop, he gasps as your tongue surges in his mouth.

Tasting yourself on his spit.

Fuck.

He lets you kiss him breathless. Lets you run your sloppy kisses all over his face, down his chin. Across his neck. He arches into it all, gives you all the room you need. He’s well aware of what you’re doing. Working your strong scent into every inch of his bare skin.

Scent marking is a vital part of Na’vi courtship. Ancient, ritualistic and respected. Practiced by your ancestors before the first songs.

It’s makes something in him pur, knowing that you want him to smell like you.

“I think that's enough” He grins when your tongue dips into his navel “They can smell me, baby. You did a very thorough job”

The pout on your face is beyond cute as you sit up on your knees. The little ‘hmph’ sound so adorably out of place in the highly sexually charged situation “But I wanna smell like you too. How will anyone know I’m yours if they can’t smell it?”

Neteyam's nostrils flare. His ears swivel on his head and his tail gives a good lash at that. You want to be marked by him too. Are willing to parade his scent around all of those assholes in the clan that have been trying to win your affections, even when it was clear you were uninterested.

“Lay down” It’s an order, spoken softly but directly and you follow it at once. A giddy smile on your face as you lounge on the sand.

You are a vision.

Hair sprawling and messy behind your head. Your legs spread, back arched. Pretty nipples pebbled hard and on display. The only thing covering you is the floral necklace around your svelte throat.

It doesn't take him long at all. He strokes his striped cock firm and efficiently. Too many years of having to get himself off fast enough not to be caught has made his practiced movements almost perfect.

You’re looking at him like that again. Adoration clear as day on your face. Soft for him. You see him-

“Ol Ngati Kamiel” your voice is saccharin as you speak and he grunts violently as he comes.

Ropes of it land on your belly, across your exposed chest. It’s almost too much when you reach down swiping into the translucent, sticky, mess and start rubbing it into your smooth skin. He collapses shakily beside you, needing to collect himself for a minute before he helps your cause.

It’s the most intimate thing the two of you have done all night, laying together. Basking in the afterglow. Your scents mingle, dancing together in the evening breeze and Neteyam wants to imprint this memory somewhere deep.

The festivities are still raging- and you really do need to get back. It’s an important night. Your clan wants you there, the two of you need to make your rounds. Keep appearances. He won’t keep you from your duties, no matter how much he may want to.

After a quick dip in the ocean, removing the filth of love making but still wearing the strong scent of each other's pheromones, you begin to redress.

Neteyam watches. Highly distracted as you shimmy back into your tweng before looping your top around your shoulders. He works clumsily at the leather of his loincloth.

“Wait-”

The two of you are starting the trek back to the bonfire when he reaches out to halt you. His fingers play with wreath of lilies around your neck and his eyes bore into yours pleadingly.

The smile you give him is more radiant then the silvery moons that twinkle in the inky sky.

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Even at the late hour the ceremonial bonfire still crackles with life. The festivities have ebbed into something slower, more intimate.

The adults of the clan are all that’s left, children long gone and tucked into their beds or dozing off against their parents' side.

Kiri sits on a carved log, in a circle of familiar faces.

Her mother and father had left not long ago. Tuk had been fighting slumber but succumbed after the Elders crooned a particularly slow song about the Sky and Sea’s forbidden love. Jake had hoisted the young girl up and bid everyone adieu, swaying on his feet as his wife hissed at him about how after all these years, he still couldn’t handle his liquor.

Now, Kiri listens to stories as she sips slowly on her cup of Kava. Enjoying the pleasant burn;

But not willing to end up like her dumb as rocks brother who is sprawled on the ground. Lo’ak is all but unconscious, every time he opens his eyes they are unfocused and hazy.

That’s what he gets for trying to out drink clan members twice his size. He’d been on the losing end of the drinking competition from the start- he was just too stubborn to see it.

Lo’ak is lucky Tsireya doesn’t care much for drinking, and is more than willing to tend to him. She keeps trying to force him to drink water and nibble on bits of food.

Ao’nung isn’t faring much better; he stares at the moon with a dopey smile as he sings, incredibly off tune, to the song that fills the air. A gaggle of girls surround him. Each hoping to catch his eye.

It’d been an all night thing, affections being thrown at him while he ignored it all too easily.

“My bed will be full this season, I’m not worried about a thing” he’d shrugged it off when asked about it.

Roxto’s boisterous laugh had dwindled down when Kiri shot him an extremely unamused glare.

She’s debating on leaving Lo’ak to sleep on the beach for the night when out of the shadows comes her eldest brother; who had been missing for most of the evening.

The hours had bled away and Kiri had tried not to worry too much about the confrontation that was going on just beyond the jovial bubble of the Metkayina celebrations. You had been distraught and Neteyam had never been good at voicing his own emotional needs-

Huh.

It looks like she had nothing to worry about.

The grin on Neteyam’s face is shit eating. It’s the smuggest she’s ever seen him. Even at his first Inknimaya, back with the Omiticaya, he hadn’t reacted like this. All head raised high and walking on a cloud.

You tug him along behind you, you guys’ fingers tightly intertwined. Your hips sway excitedly as you bounce along the sand. Kiri’s brother's chest is puffed out in obvious pride as he follows your footsteps.

Around his neck is Lei made up of vibrant pink flowers. It matches the one in your hair, that sits kind of lopsided now.

As the couple gets you closer, and Kiri catches a whiff of your approaching bodies, she wants to wretch. You’re drowning in each other's scents and it’s quite obvious what you had been up to all night.

“So gross” Kiri gags in accusation once you’re both in earshot.

You two owed her so big. She thinks naming one of your future children after her would suffice.

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Okayyyyy. This was so fun to write and I already have Part Three brewing! TAGLIST IS CLOSED.

So like. Lots to address here. Tons to talk about. I’m gonna start the conversation but I hope you guys continue it in the comments.

1. The Motnaui is something I completely made up(…yes after watching Moana and taking inspiration for the name) lol it’s a ritualistic hunt that newly anointed hunters and warriors go on after their Metkayinan Iknimaya’s. I know all the different clans Iknimaya traditions would be different and I thought this would be cool.

2. I read a story in the Avatar fandom where the liquor they drank was called Kava and it just stuck in my brain. I know Kava is a drink in real life too, but for the sake of storytelling, please think about them as completely different things. The drink in this story is more of a wine/moonshine mixture deal. Would really fuck your ass upppp.

3. Fertility Season is obvs totes made up. Why is it rainy during it? Because I myself would want a week of non stop loving making with a nice little fire going, under lots of blankets with it chilly and rainy outside. And at the end of the day I’m writing for me lol

4. NETEYAM IS A SWEETHEART WHO STRUGGLES WITH HIS SELF WORTH JUST LIKE THE REST OF US. Please listen to the Artic Monkeys while you read this chapter(wanna be yours, do I wanna know, 505. THE LONGING)

5. Expect more POV’s to come! It will always be mostly rooted from Y/N’s point of view but I love touching base with all of the other characters. It’s so fun. I’m thinking a snippet of Neytiris in Part Three!

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x reader #aged up neteyam #SMUT!#neteyam x metkayina!reader #neteyam x you #atwow neteyam

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miirohs · 7 months

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braid my hair while i hold your heart [m.d.l]

pairing: OPLA!Monkey D. Luffy x Fem!Reader wc: 0.4k cw: n/a an: another one for yall thirsties, i feel oddly inspired. getting hair in ur eyes is a very real issue btw- have i mentioned how much i want to see how fluffy luffys hair could get?

You leaned against the railing of the crows nest, breeze blowing strands of hair from your face.

The sky was a pale blue and orange as the sun seem to fall closer to the horizon, glare skipping across the gentle waters. The boat was drifting, oddly quiet for once.

"Y/n!"

The sound of elastic snapping turned you around, Luffy standing on the rail. In his hands was a bouquet, flowers shining and vibrant in the setting sun. You had no time to ask what they were, as he dropped them, rushing to you.

"Luffy-" Before you could finish, he rushed into your open arms, sweeping you into a bone crushing hug. Spinning around, you both collapsed to the floor, pinned down on your sides.

"Hey- Hey! What's all that for?! You're suffocating me!" You laughed, trying to wiggle out of his grip. You rolled over him and pinned him down, blowing raspberries.

He didn't seem the least bit surprised though. The rough-housing wasn't uncommon, his way of initiating contact between the both of you.

His hands were wrangled up in your hair, a delighted look on his face as he clutched at small strands, curling them around his finger. The sun seemed to reflect in his eyes, lighting up with joy.

He always seem to find a way to brush his finger through your hair, untangling the knots with a gentleness you could only describe as familiar.

"You really like playing with my hair, don't you?" you asked, a playful grin on your face.

He nodded, pushing you off him so that he could sit up.

"Do you want me to do your hair? your hair gets so tangled from the wind, i wonder how you manage to work with it blowing crazy." He exclaimed as you got pushed yourself back up, shaking your head.

"Sure thing. One question though, do you know how to do braids?" You asked, picking at your nails as he shuffled behind you.

"Mmm, nope. I'm sure i could figure it out though."

"I'll leave you to it then," You said, legs dangling out the gaps of the crows nest as you looked down.

You could hear him mumbling to himself as he tried different techniques, and the occasional tug of your hair making you yelp a little, always ending with a hushed apology from him.

If it weren't for those little tugs, you might have fallen asleep, drifting in between sleep and staying awake. Eventually, you leaned against the wooden planks, drifting off for good.

It wasn't until a little while later that you were gently roused from your peaceful half-slumber.

The sun had set for good, and the sky was a pale shade of blue and orange, streaked with clouds.

Luffy now sitting beside you, looking out at the horizon. His hat was pulled low over his eyes, and he seemed lost in thought.

"Hi Luffy."

He turned his head to look at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hey, Y/n, you were sleeping pretty soundly there. Feel better now?"

"Mmm. Did you finish yet?" You stifled a yawn, stretching wide.

"Yeah! “Hey- hey turn around for me, let me see you!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands. You obliged, turned your head as you gave a bashful smile.

"See, you look perfect.”

"Perfect, huh?" you chuckled, your cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

"Yeah! The flowers were definitely a good touch. You look like a sea princess now! Wait, maybe you could be my sea queen when i become king of the seas!" He rambled as you reached over for what was left of the flowers.

"Where'd you get these? These are beautiful," You whispered, holding one in your hand to get a better whiff of its scent.

Luffy snapped his fingers, excitedly waving his hands. "Nami saw them on the island, and I thought they looked like they'd make you smile."

"Thank you Luffy, so much," You whispered shyly.

"You're welcome, Y/n! I'm glad you like them. And if you want more flowers, just let me know. I'll get you a whole garden!" He exclaimed.

His eyes seemed illuminated by the stars, shining and glazed over as he watched your expression closely.

"Oh no, are you going to cry? Did i do something wrong?" He fretted.

"Nope, i'm just feeling a little overwhelmed. We should probably go to bed."

"Lets just sleep here then!" He patted the spot next to him, and you crouched down, grinning.

"Alright, but you better not mess up my hair."

"I won't, promise!"

#opla #opla x reader #opla luffy #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy fanfic #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #straw hat pirates #one piece live action spoilers #one piece live action #opla x y/n #luffy #op live action #op x reader #op x you #op x y/n

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stinkysam · 7 months

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Monkey D. Luffy - Always together.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "Luffy and reader being childhood friends and making a promise to get married but reader leaves the island, but they eventually meet again and readers a super powerful swordsman and luffys absolutely mesmerized and they catch up and I guess they eventually get together???" - anon

Reader : male (you/he)

A/N : Part TWO

"Let's get married one day."

"Why ?" Luffy answered flatly, his pinky finger digging in his nostril.

"So we can be together forever !" You grinned, proud of your idea.

"Mmmmmmh… okay !" Luffy smiled too, extending his hand for you to shake and make this promise official.

You two giggled happily with your plan to stay together, unaware this was your last one with each other. You left the islands a few days later.

You don't remember why, each time your parents tried to tell you you became too angry and upset at the idea of leaving Luffy to listen. Yelling and crying, snot everywhere on your face as you waved him goodbye from your small boat.

But things have changed now. You had grown and were not a crybaby anymore. You were a renowned swordsman, known on all the seas.

Since you've seen Luffy's wanted poster, you went after him, but in the end, he's the one that found you. They stopped at an island to get some food stock. They heard a loud crash and some yelling. Marines. After a single person. You.

You ran past them quickly, not even seeing Luffy. But he saw you and recognized you instantly. He ran too and the rest of his crew followed. He grinned widely as his eyes were on you.

He watched you defeat the marines easily, your sword cutting them smoothly before they could get the time to parry you. You cut the last man after you in half and before you could notice Luffy, his stretched hands were already on you.

He grabbed you and threw himself on you, wrapping lengths and lengths of his arms around you, caging you in his embrace as if to make sure you don't get away.

"Luffy ?!"

"Luffy !" Nami yelled, clearly afraid of you. Usopp did the same. Why was Luffy casually hugging a deadly and notorious swordsman ?!

Zoro straightened when he saw your face, placing a hand on his swords. Sanji straightened too, if Zoro was ready to fight, so was he. He didn't know Zoro had you in his list of people to defeat.

"Luffy, who's- who's that ?" Asked Usopp, shaking and out of breath.

"This ?" Luffy pointed to you as he finally let go of you. "That's [Name]. He's my friend !" He said grinning.

"This is [Last name] [Name], he has a bounty of-" Began Nami only to be cut off by Zoro.

"Soon to be lower than mine." He announced confidently, taking a step forward.

"Oh ?" You raised an eyebrow, turning your head to him, clearly interested. You smiled and awkwardly waved at them before turning your attention back to Luffy.

"I see you have become quite the pirate !" You say, grabbing his cheeks and stretching them. "Didn't expect less from you." You added and Luffy giggled proudly at your words.

"And you became a swordsman ! I wonder who would win between you and Zoro."

"I'd win." / "Me obviously." You both said in unissons to then glare at the other as if you were ready to go fight, making Luffy laugh once more clapping his hands together.

Nami sighed.

"Maybe we should head somewhere else." She said, "Where there's less… decapitated marines on the ground."

You looked around, as if you had forgotten about them and nodded.

You helped them take some stock of food to the Merry and they left with you, getting you away from the marines to have some peace for a moment.

Luffy couldn't stop grinning each time his eyes fell on you or when he thought of you.

He listened intently to your stories while Zoro, Nami and Usopp slowly warmed up to you. Sanji was already coming along, preferring you over the moss head.

It's been a few days now and you were still with them on the Merry.

You were currently stargazing with Luffy, well, to be honest, he tried to get a midnight snack and got kicked out of the kitchen and sent laying on the floor, you just joined him, beer in hand.

After a moment, he spoke.

"[Name], do you remember our promise ?" Luffy asks, staring at you with a smile as you bring your beer to your lips.

"To marry each other to be together forever ? Yeah. I thought you'd forget about it since I left."

"I thought you had forgotten !" He says. That's true. As you left with your parents, Luffy had thought the promise was broken and you didn't want to marry him after all. But Shanks told him the only way to make sure was to find you again. And he did !

"Hey, that wasn't my idea to leave ! But… why do you ask ?" You tilt your head, growing interested. You never thought he'd remember about it and even less mention it.

"Well, I thought about it-"

"You ? Thinking ? Unlikely."

"Shut up ! I've grown since then ! I'm not a kid anymore !" He grimaced and crossed his arms, making you laugh.

Luffy groaned, annoyed by your teasing.

"Alright, alright, go ahead, what did you want to say ?" You said, taking a sip of your beer.

He debated whether to tell you or not. Not because he was hesitant or shy, but because right now, he was truly vexed. He thinks. A lot of thoughts go behind those eyes, okay ?

"Fine." He finally said, slightly reluctant. "Do you wanna be my boyfriend ?" He asks, not an ounce of hesitation in his words, his big eyes on you as his smile reappears again.

You almost spat out your drink, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

"Huh ?"

"I told you ! I thought about it ! And I like you. I want you to be my boyfriend, [Name]." He said, looking at you with expectant eyes. "So we can get married and stay together forever !"

His smile never faltered as he waited for your answer. You looked away, trying to regain your composure and act confident.

"So ? What do you say ? Boyfriends ?"

You could only smile at his eagerness, his own excitement being contagious.

"Yeah. Boyfriends."

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bluecollarmcandtf · 2 months

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Monkey Business

Thanks for the Ask, Fetifiction

I heard you've got a crush on your gym buddy. You said his name was Amir, right? I know you like his personality or whatever, but he's not exactly your type. Is he? So, I sent you some experimental protein powder. It's called Ape Mode. Slip some of that in his drink...I think you'll like what happens...

"Oh, hey dude," Amir gives a friendly nod, "I almost thought you weren't coming. Did that professor hold class after the bell again?"

"Yup!" your voice shakes as you answer.

It's a lie. You just spent the last twenty minutes trying to spike his sports drink in the locker room. It was hard enough to find the damn thing, but you had to make sure it was definitely his. Luckily, his gym bag is bright yellow. It's pretty hard to miss, so the half empty bottle sitting next to it had to be his.

"He's a real douchebag," your friend complains, "Come on. I just started stretching."

Nervously, you sit beside Amir and try to keep up with his stretches. He asks you about your day and wonders if you need to vent about school. You just shake your head. Amir's caring personality is the best thing about him, but it's also making you feel really guilty for lying to him. Hopefully, that powder doesn't screw him up!

Amir ends the warmup and climbs to his feet. You watch as your best friend walks over to the locker room and pulls out his drink: the one you spiked. For a brief moment, you feel a flash of regret and almost shout out for him to stop, but it's already too late. The moment has passed. Amir is gulping down the entire contents of his bottle. All you can do is stare at him and wait.

"You good, dude?" Amir asks, snapping you out of your daze.

"Yup! Totally...um... let's workout!"

Amir claps you on the back and heads over to a treadmill. The guy is always doing cardio, leaving him thin and nimble, but you'd rather he looked a different way. You want to see him big and brawny like the man of your dreams. Hopefully, by the end of this workout, he will.

It's hard to act normal, but you swallow your anxiety and walk over to a weight machine. It's in the perfect spot to keep an eye on Amir. You want to know as soon as the changes start happening. A small part of you still doubts whether or not Ape Mode will actually work.

30 minutes later...

"Dude, I don't know what's happening! I was just running on the treadmill like normal, but..." he glances down at his swollen arms in disbelief, "well look at me!"

"I don't know either," you tell him with your most convincing voice, "but you look great!"

Amir takes another look down at his biceps. They've easily expanded to twice the size they used to be, but that's not the only thing that's changed. You've been staring at him on the treadmill for the last half hour. His whole body seemed to expand! His thighs thickened and his shoulders broadened. You think he even got taller! Not to mention the dense layer of stubble that's sprouted all over Amir's face.

He hasn't seemed to notice it all yet, but every part of his body seems to have shifted in some way! Seeing your friend transform into your wet dream is a lot more stressful than you imagined. You might be hiding a raging boner, but you're still worried about what will happen when Amir looks in a mirror. What if he doesn't like the new him? You wonder for a second if you should just come clean and tell him about the powder.

Amir flexes his arm, staring at his bulging bicep with a worried look, "I don't know, dude. Should I be worried?"

You look into your friend's vulnerable eyes, "Nope! Let's just get back to our workout."

Amir nods and lowers his tense shoulders. He trusts your judgement and brushes off his concerns. You watch with a mixture of guilt and excitement as Amir saunters back to the treadmill. His ass has even filled out, too!

"Dude!" a deep voice moans behind you.

"Woah!" your jaw drops at the site of Amir. His voice has lowered several octaves to the point where you couldn't even recognize it. His appearance is just as drastically different. The big hairy man standing before you looks only vaguely like the friend you know and love.

"What, is it bad? I don't feel good..." Amir groans, "Buh-UUuurrrp!” A low gutteral belch voices out of his stomach.

You don't know how to react. His transformation is progressing wildly, and you're almost too turned on to comfort him!

"I was just running, but my steps just kept feeling heavier, and I was feeling itchy all over, and my shirt is pinching me, and..." he trails off as he scratches his gut absent-mindedly.

It looks like he's gained sixty pounds, so it's no wonder that his shirt is feeling tight! Some of that weight isnt muscle, either. Amir has a bit of a gut, now, and with his shirt soaked in sweat, you can see how hairy his new chest is. His entire body seems to be sprouting fur like he's some kind of animal!

"Don't worry about it," you say, grabbing Amir's hand in an effort to calm him down. You might as well commit to his transformation at this point! It's obviously working!

"But, I'm so fat and hairy," he grunts slowly, "And I can't move ten inches without sweating like a pig!" his stomach growls before his bubbling up his chest, "Buur…brrruUuUUUP!”

"Hey these changes are normal, big guy," you pat him on his big meaty back, "I like the new Amir."

Amir frowns and rips his hand away from yours. Before you know it, he's stomping back over to the treadmill with heavy steps that shake the floor. He seems to have a little less patience than he used to. Maybe he's just frustrated by all the changes?

"Amir can we go now?" you ask for the third time in a row, "You've been staring at yourself in that mirror for an hour now!"

He doesn't seem to hear you. Amir has packed on so much fat, muscle, and hair that he looks completely unrecognizable. He almost seems more like he's an animal than your old friend.

He's been watching the final touches of his transformation take place in his new form, only pausing to occasionally scratch his ass or sniff his pits. Of course, the entire gym is giving him angry looks. A cloud of strong BO is wafting off of him, and it doesn't help that he keeps burping and farting loud enough for everyone to hear. Amir seems totally oblivious to how uncomfortable he's making everyone, so you're left to feel all the social awkwardness.

"Amir, come on," you tenderly grab his hairy forearm.

"GrrrUH!" Amir growls and rips his arm away again.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. You wanted Amir to look like a hairy beast, not act like one! How the hell are you supposed to get him out of here, let alone fall in love with you? He's acting like a big stupid caveman!

Feeling defeated, you stumble over to the locker room. If your going to leave, you at least want something to cover the tent in your shorts. Amir's bright yellow backpack would never fit on his massive frame anymore. He probably couldn't even remember how to put it on. With a sigh, you pick the thing up hold it close to your waist.

"MmnNanna?" a curious grunt comes as you reenter the gym. Amir, the huge hairy beast is staring at the yellow backpack with hungry eyes. "Nanna," he growls more definitively.

"You want a banana?" you ask gingerly.

"Mmmmngh!" he nods emphatically, licking his lips.

This is yellow backpack must be your ticket to controlling him! "Follow me," you smile, finally understanding how this beast of a man.

With lumbering steps, Amir stumbles behind you. It's a good thing he's hot, because he's lost all the intelligence he'd had before. All you had to do was say the word banana and now he's following you out to the car, drooling the entire way. You can't help but chuckle at your gigantic friend following behind you like a big dumb animal.

In the car, you toss the yellow bag as far back as you can. All three hundred pounds of Amir jumps inside and you slam the door shut behind him. Now you just have to get the guy home with him getting too angry.

"BuuuUughHnnannNnaAH!" he bellows, beating his chest with wild fury.

"Ok, ok! I'll go buy a damn banana."

"Nnngh!" Amir clenches your wrist before you can get out of the car. "...nanna!" he grunts, staring at your crotch like it's his first meal in weeks.

"Oh," you gasp. You didn't know he meant that banana. Amir's transformation might not have been what you expected, but you couldn't deny that you were enjoying your new friend. This is going to be an interesting car ride...

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crimsntwlip · 1 month

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baby i’m yours | remus lupin.

pairing: bassist!remus x fem!reader

warnings: au, fluff fluff fluff, mentions of y/n, short

a/n: just had rockstar remus stuck in my head 😵‍💫 and was really stuck between drummist!remus or bassist!remus but stuck with bassist!remus :p hope yall love this <3 remus art creds to: @/likeafunerall on ig!! love their art sm !!

| posted; 3/15/24 | masterlist |

you stood at the edge of the crowd, watching as remus and the rest of the marauders took the stage. the dimly lit venue was packed with excited fans, all eagerly awaiting the start of the show. you had seen remus practice countless times in his garage, but seeing him up on stage, under the bright lights, was a whole different experience.

as soon as the music started, you felt your heart swell with pride. remus was an incredible bassist, his fingers flying across the strings with ease. his brown shaggy hair fell messily across his forehead as he bobbed his head to the beat, lost in the music.

but what truly caught your attention was the way his eyes kept flickering in your direction. every time he looked over at you, a wide smile would spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with joy. it was as if he was playing just for you, and the feeling sent a warm wave of happiness through your body.

throughout the set, remus would catch your eye and shoot you a quick wink, making your heart skip a beat. the way he played with such passion and energy made you fall even more in love with him, if that was even possible.

each song that the band played felt like a love letter to you, a secret message hidden in the rhythm and melody. and as the final chords faded away, the crowd erupted into applause, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart.

your face hurt from smiling so much as the band took their final bow and the show ended, you made your way back stage, where remus was now packing up his gear. he turned to you, a radiant smile on his face as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"you were amazing," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"i was playing for you," remus replied softly, his eyes filled with unspoken love. “im glad you were here to see me, us play”

“i wouldn’t miss a single show” you replied, a cheeky smile playing against your lips. as you leaned in to kiss him again, the rest of the band members gathered around, congratulating each other on a successful show. james clapped remus on the back, "brilliant as always, mate."

sirius smirked, "clearly you were playing for someone special tonight." peter chimed in, "yeah, we all saw the way you were looking at y/n."

remus blushed slightly, but his smile never faltered. "well, she has always been my biggest fan."

you chuckled, "your biggest fan and your biggest admirer," you teased, feeling a surge of affection for the talented bassist in front of you.

"i'm a lucky man then," remus replied, pulling you by your waist for another hug. the rest of the band laughed and continued to tease remus about his performance, but he just grinned and held onto you, as if he never wanted to let go.

taglist: @chgrch <3

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writingmeraki · 2 months

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i. bravery or stupidity ?

a roronoa zoro series !

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chapter summary : you thought surely you were going to die a coward that day but little did you know, you'd be braver than you ever thought you were.

chapter warnings : canon violence and mentions of weapons, cuss words, descriptions of injuries and bruises ( lmk if i missed anything )

TAGLIST ( open ! ) :

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word count : 8.08k ( whew so much for an intro wtf )

The repetitive circus music began, flashing lights and the clapping, oh the clapping echoed in your mind, your head hung low, not wanting to look up even though you heard harsh whispers through the music to follow as the signs say.

How could you when your hands were constrained behind you with a rope?

Well, a rope you were almost through with cutting off with a very small blade you always hid under your tongue that wasn’t taken away with your knives and weapons.

But this time, you decided to look up, something in your gut told you that this was worth seeing, worth paying attention to as you saw three figures in the middle, the lights shining on them but from where you were, further at the back, you could not make out their faces.

Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you peeked ahead trying to see if you knew them, though you were pretty sure they were new, perhaps not even from your town because surely you knew almost everyone.

You could see a guy with a straw hat, hair seemingly curly or just simply messy in a white t-shirt, you saw a redhead to his left who was looking around and from her body language, you figured she was just as confused as most of you.

When your gaze landed on the last figure, immediately you thought before you could even properly figure him out,

That is such an ugly hair color, looks like mold green good gosh!

You wondered as you continued to squint at him, somehow even from afar, you could tell he was the most nonchalant regarding, whatever the fuck was going on. He seemed taller compared to the others and stronger as you scanned his muscles.

One of the flashing lights caught onto something shiny on his left ear,

Ah earrings, maybe mold green does know about fashion huh?

Suddenly the music stopped as you heard the voice of the psychopath you hated more than you hated losing your knives.

“-top stop! No stop!” You tore your gaze away from ‘mold green’ as you nicknamed and looked at the clown.

He was once again, blabbering about how everyone had messed up his entrance and you couldn’t help but clench your jaw in anger as you saw him spit in the face of a guy dressed up as a lion.

It’s all wrong, it’s…wrong.

“Hey! I know you,” Everyone’s attention including yours shifted to the voice,

“I saw your wanted poster in Shells town. You’re the clown guy.” Now you were more than curious as to who exactly this character was, briefly pausing your excruciating task of slowly cutting the very firm and strong rope with all but a tiny blade.

“Um uh, Binky right?” Lightly snorting at the mispronunciation,

“Buggy” “Buggy the clown.” You scoffed at his words, already more than fed up with this nonsense, more specifically of your entire situation.

He continued introducing himself, but you tuned him out as you focused on the three before you. You had an instinct that they weren’t any ordinary townspeople or some sort of tourists.

You flinched when you saw Buggy leap forward as the audience gasped, you felt a sort of anger when he grabbed the Straw Hat’s face.

Cringing at the way he slapped straw hat’s hand when he was about to touch his nose, rolling your eyes at his pathetic attempt to assert his power.

“Hey! I am not a nobody, I am Monkey D. Luffy.”

“And I will be king of the pirates.”

Now, you were caught off guard, you didn’t think out of everything, Luffy was a freaking pirate. And what did you think of pirates? You hated them.

Your hatred sprouted from the scar that ran through your right eyebrow to your right cheekbone, it healed over time but it was always a reminder of what was once a past incident you’d never wish on anyone.

Buggy seemed to take that as a joke, countering with his own supposed accomplishments as a pirate which were making you more annoyed than you already were as the rope tying your hands seemed to make no difference in losing up even though it’d been a while since you started trying to cut them.

Though you must admit, all this blabbering Buggy did about the map to the treasure that will make one the king of the pirated had you more curious than ever. You knew about it, heard it through stories told in what was left of your town.

The One Piece.

And if it did exist, you’d rather it be in any other person’s hands but the boon of an existence clown and well…ex-pirate you suppose.

Even if it had to be in the hands of Luffy.

Somehow, your gut was able to tell, that he was…different. A different pirate from the known rogues that you knew and had encountered in your life. You preferred to trust your gut after one too many instances where you did the opposite and ended up regretting it.

“-said don’t make me laugh!” You snapped out of your thoughts, once again blocking out what was happening in front of you. You were never one who lost focus, you knew better as a fighter how important it was to pay attention to every detail but also who could blame you for not being fully conscious when you’d not even had food or simply water for the past two days?

Besides, your hands were your priority right now, freeing them would ultimately lead you even closer to freedom. Fortunately for you, you felt one part of it loosen up, allowing your left hand to wiggle.

“All right, listen up.” Suddenly it was silent, which for once stunned you as the spotlight shifted to one of the three “pirates”.

It was mold-green-headed guy, and of course, he had to be even better looking than you’d even guessed.

“I’m Roronoa Zoro.” He moved forward as he spoke, towards Buggy. And you had to admit though, it was the first time since a long time, you’d seen someone so-

“Drop your weapons and I may let you live.”

Now there goes the image you’d made of him. You felt he’d be rational, maybe try to negotiate something with the crazed clown but here he was, threatening a bunch of armed minions while he stood defenseless, his only weapon being well…his threat.

Though you must admit, it’s brave of him, as your father once taught you, there’s a thin line between courage and stupidity, you ought to know where you fall into, and taking in the situation, Zoro over here definitely was not passing into the brave territory much.

As you expected, Buggy didn’t take it lightly, he taunted Zoro and his minions were now preparing to attack.

“Wait, wait what if I have something else to offer you?” The redhead spoke up, your eyes darting back to her as they’d been previously been unknowingly staring, not that you wanted to but it was like you couldn’t help it.

“Something more valuable than the map, what if I give you a new freak for your crew?”

“A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all of the East Blue.”

“Besides you, of course.”

She began to move beside Luffy, and abruptly she pulled off his straw hat and threw it in the air.

What the actual fuck?

You thought as Luffy screamed and now it was your turn to become more surprised when all of a sudden his arm…elongated and stretched up up in the air to grab the hat.

You blinked once, twice to make sure you were not hallucinating due to malnourishment but then it struck you.

He consumed the Devil Fruit.

Your gaze shifted back to the redhead and you promptly got another realization that it was a distraction to allow her to escape.

But, aren’t they in the same crew?

She…betrayed them?

You didn’t know what to think, and how could you possibly conclude if they even cared for each other because you didn’t even know them, barely their names and well…superpowers now.

Her attempt was a failure as she was dragged back in.

“What did you do?! What did you do to their town?! You destroyed everything!” She yelled as she stood in front of the clown again.

This hit you in a way it hadn’t in a while, you knew your town was ruined, destroyed but it also reminded you of how you weren’t able to do much to save it before you were held captive.

You’d fought and you’d fought hard, alas your defeat wasn’t truly because of not being able to take them down, instead, you were threatened.

A life for a life.

Buggy promised if you’d take down any more of his lunatics, he’d end up killing the children he’d held captive.

Giving up wasn’t a choice, you had to surrender before he could get through with his sickening words.

You gulped as you felt the familiar taunting in your head, chanting the repetitive words of how you failed to be a ‘hero’. How you failed to protect those who you loved, those who were innocent.

And that voice only felt louder as you saw two of the three being taken to the forbidden green room named by Buggy.

No, you couldn’t let more people suffer, you had to find a way to end this. You had to save your people.

Taking a deep breath, you concentrated on the blade cutting each fiber of thread as swiftly as it was possible.

Your left hand being more free was a huge benefit, letting you cut it more quickly.

And finally.

Finally, you felt the rope tug off completely.

You were in disbelief that your plan worked, the tiny blade you hid under your tongue being able to cut through the rope.

Moving your hands in front of you, you closed and opened them, trying to bring back life into them. Your shoulders ached, and you rolled them trying to ease the cramps.

Now all you needed was a plan.

But what plan?

You stood up firstly, quietly as you could without drawing anyone's attention and you looked sideways to see if anyone was observing you.

No one seemed to have noticed you, likely far too scared probably from not following what was on the signs, and that fueled your anger more.

In front, Luffy was being chained up, a sick feeling once again rising in you as you stood there helpless on how you could help him.

You weighed your options.

It would be quite frankly risky to just oppose Buggy from where you were, weaponless too, and not that you didn't trust your own fighting abilities, you did know it was a risk to count on stamina that was running on adrenaline purely out of survival at the moment.

You figured the first step was to find your weapons. Certainly, you'd be able to gain an upper hand, even if a small one that is.

And so you thought about where could they have possibly hidden your knives.

Then it hit you,

The green room.

You knew what it was, having been held there when you were first held captive.

"Now, now, you don't need to become so violent sweetheart, you just need to compel and everything will go smoothly."

Buggy taunted you as you glared at him with the intensity, if it could, bury him under the dirt.

He held your knives in front of you as you yanked your arms to try and get them back, impossible because the chains were glued to the chair.

"I'll store these for you safely, maybe one day you'll get it in your head that it's better to be on the right side with me."

You watched as he removed a box, shaped like a treasure chest, opened it, and threw them inside.

Shutting it harshly, he kept the box in a black cupboard which was near the corner.

"Now you'll know, you shouldn't pick a fight you'll lose."

Groaning when you registered that now you had to figure out how to get to the green room.

Another realization came to you when you remembered Zoro and the redhead were getting dragged there.

That's it! I just have to follow where those fuckheads drag them,

You felt a small wick of hope light up as you now had a sort of solid plan.

Once you'd be able to get your weapons, you'd also be able to free the other two and….

All you could hope was that they were willing to help you out, at least if it involved being able to save their other friend too.

Chances were low, remembering how redhead almost ditched the two, but you had a hitch that Zoro might be more willing.

With a deep breath, you focused on what direction they were getting dragged to, noticing it was to the left while you were on the opposite end.

You'd have to slowly creep your way down to the left of where you now saw them disappear.

Your heart did feel like it was in your throat as you took cautionary steps, hitching your breath if you made an unintentionally loud noise when the circus got quiet from the forced claps and unenthusiastic laughter.

Lucky for you, you didn't have anyone look at you and if they did, they'd chosen to ignore you.

It was taking longer than you hoped, seeing as you'd been all the way up the top row, and you had to keep ducking to avoid the flashing lights suddenly shining on you but you made it.

As you reached a few feet away from what seemed to be a made-up door, leading down a…hallway? You froze up and ducked as you saw a guy, from his ugly haircut you figured it was Cabaji, cycling on a unicycle down the path.

You thought you'd been hallucinating possibly, thinking your mind was playing jokes on you because this seemed ridiculous, a supposed dangerous guy, on a fucking unicycle.

You snapped out of your thoughts and followed your way, making sure there was no one else and fortunately, they all seemed busy doing what Buggy told you as you saw Luffy being strapped down to a table.

You were in contemplation, whether you should just say fuck it and free Luffy but the rational, or what was left of it, part of your brain knew it'd get worse for the both of you.

The hallway was quite narrow, and it reeked out ashes. It reeked of burnt-out items.

It was dimly lit and you walked on your tiptoes as quietly as you could.

You saw him enter a room to your right.

Bingo.

You knew this was the green room.

Slyly moving forward, you paused before you could enter the room. Now it was where the real part of the plan began. Having to take down one minion pirate, possibly by yourself.

And oh, of course, only using your combat skills.

You heard two people talking, it was subtle since they were likely murmuring, but you could make out one voice and that was Cadaji's.

The other was a bit deeper, with a lower timbre to it, so obviously it wasn't redhead's.

Then you heard the sound of something slicing through the air and hitting a hard surface, piercing into it.

Your eyes widened, praying that the insane pirate hadn't actually stabbed any of the two and that you didn't really want to witness a murder right now.

You moved forward, now standing in front of the open door leading into the room.

Firstly, you made eye contact with the redhead who was trapped in a cage and facing the door.

Her eyes held surprise when you made an appearance, obviously not expecting anyone else other than the idiots she spotted on the stage. Your face was definitely not in that crowd.

You put your finger to your lips, a desperate look on your face, enough to have Nami somewhat not show more reaction which would make Cabaji suspicious.

Luckily, Cabaji's back faced you as you took a minute to scan your surroundings. Gulping when you recalled the last time you’d been in here was also in a worse if not similar situation.

The next thing catching your attention was the tied-up man to a sort of spin wheel.

You also noticed the knife right next to his face and realized that was the stabbing sound.

His face though, seemed as nonchalant as it had been since you first saw him. Now that just made you wonder if he even felt any emotion.

You didn't have time to wonder though as you scanned your surroundings for something that could knock out the pirate before he knew of your presence.

Spotting a baseball bat near your side, you lunged towards it, now Zoro’s attention turning to the new presence in the room as he said nothing but just raised an eyebrow in question.

Before Cabaji could look towards where he had a sudden stepping sound and where Zoro’s gaze was now, you concentrated all your force in one place and swung forward.

Splinters of sharp wood and splatters of blood flew through the space as the man groaned in pain, caught off guard and falling on his knees to the ground.

It was enough of a hit to have him collapse in heaves, the knives in his hands falling as well, blood gushing from the back of his head, down his neck.

You threw the baseball bat to the side, lunging forward and wrapping your right arm around his neck. You tightened your upper arm around the area and he began to scratch it, trying to free your hold.

You were breathing heavily, having to use more strength than what you had at the moment and you knew if you didn’t push yourself and end this, you’d end up going back to square one.

He was choking on his breath, you could sense he was losing consciousness, and you knew within a few seconds he’d be out.

And out he was, as you let go of him once his whole body weight leaned into you. He dropped face down, quite an anti-climatic ending to his life considering what they’d been putting your town through.

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders, being able to take the sort of revenge you’d been wanting since you’d been held captive. Exhaling in relief with deep breaths, also took a lot of your energy which was draining, very quickly now.

“...What the fuck ?”

“What just happ-”

Your gaze snapped towards the others in the room and your eyes widened in shock when you remembered it wasn’t just you in the green room.

The redhead seemed more shocked than Zoro did, you think you’d even seen a bit of fear in her eyes, but it may have been just her being surprised.

Zoro on the other hand, you think this was the first time you saw any emotion, well not that there were many other times considering this was your first time being this close, but he seemed surprised as one would be in that situation you suppose.

You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, and then shut it when you tried to figure out what you should say first.

“Y/N.” You turned towards redhead and then Zoro,

“Uh, my name’s Y/N.” You gulped as you now felt conscious, considering they were scrutinizing you as if you were some sort of experiment gone wrong.

You suppose there was no point in feeling nervous, also remembering they just saw you kill someone.

“I’m not a part of you know, Buggy or whatever’s crew, if that wasn’t obvious enough.” Turning your gaze for a second towards the dead body in front of you.

“I live here, this- this is my town, hometown to be more specific.”

“I came here to find my own weapons and maybe you could help me out too?”

Figuring there was no point in beating around the bush, also knowing you may just get caught if someone had heard the commotion. But also the lives of many were once again, in your hands. This time though, you would do anything to free them.

“How, how do we know you’re trustable?” The redhead asked to which you wanted to scoff, wasn’t the dead pirate enough to prove you weren’t definitely with Buggy? Perhaps she thought you had other motives.

“Look. I don’t care if you trust me or not, what matters right now is if you’re willing to help me so that we can all get what we want yeah?” Stating firmly, you spoke sharply, secretly hoping they would help you.

As if on queue, you heard the screaming of what sounded like Luffy. Talk about perfect timing.

“Fine.” This time, it was Zoro who spoke, in a gruff tone as if he’d rather be anywhere but having this discussion.

“We’ll help you and if you do anything suspicious,” Rolling your eyes at his empty threats, you reminded him of his position.

“You’re the one in captivity right now, aren't you? Consider it a favor that I’m also freeing you.”

You looked around, and you spotted the knife beside the deceased pirate. Picking it up, you held it tightly and moved in front of the moss head.

“I could just leave you both here, but I won’t.”

Now you were only a few inches away from him as you narrowed your eyes at him, his eyes going back to being stoic yet you saw a flare of irritance as if he hated how inferior he felt due to his current position.

“Hold still.”

Without waiting for another second, you moved your hand with the knife to his right one held up. And in one swift movement, you sliced off the rope wrapped around his hand.

It was quick since the knife was pretty sharp and then before you sliced the other one, you warned him.

For the other one, you had to hold his arm in place as you moved, repeating the same movements. It wasn't like you paid attention to how your hand could barely even wrap around the size of it-

“There.” You stepped back, gulping slightly from the proximity, as he threw away the cut ropes. Rubbing his wrists as he stepped forward, not really paying any attention to you now, he just nodded as if to say thanks.

You did take note however how much taller he was compared to you. Possibly, half a head or say six to seven inches. His larger frame did not help in making him seem less intimidating and maybe you really shouldn’t have almost threatened him.

Jeez, it wouldn’t hurt to say it verbally.

Ugh, whatever, why do I care anyway?

“Zoro.” He said which made you turn towards him in confusion, “My name,” He said nothing else to which you wanted to let him know you already knew after his marvelous introduction earlier but you just nodded.

“Mine is Nami.” A voice spoke up, and you remembered what you were going to do next. Ah, the redhead.

“Oh, right.” You smiled sheepishly as you felt a tinge of guilt for almost forgetting she was still trapped in the cage. It wasn’t like you were only freeing them for your advantage, you also didn’t want more to be held captive too.

She seemed like she was going to chuckle, but she just shook her head, not wanting to further emphasize anything she’d observed the past few minutes.

“Well, it looks like it’s pretty loose, did- did you, wait were you picking it with a lock picker or some sort of sharp object?” You’d moved towards the cage, holding the lock and shaking it around to which it did feel a lot lighter than it should, only a few more picks and it would be open.

“Then I don’t need to do much,” You stepped back and decided a small kick would probably break it.

“Just hold on to something.” She nodded as you took a deep breath, raising your right leg and swinging it with as much force, as you did a low roundhouse kick.

The sound of metal falling was heard, as you grinned lightly seeing the lock on the ground.

“I hope that didn’t shake you up too much?” You didn’t know why you’d felt the instinct to be more polite towards her as you rushed forward to open the cage door, considering she was probably the reason they got held into captivity in the first place.

The impact of your kick did shake the cage but since you didn’t put much force into it, Nami’s body weight was able to hold it still in one place.

She stepped out and you saw the relief on her face, she stretched out and groaned in satisfaction due to finally feeling…free.

“Here,” Zoro said as he tossed a sort of stick to Nami. You turned towards him and saw him holding three swords.

Ah, their weapons. I forgot they are pirates.

You saw him put the swords in their sheaths and it made you wonder,

One for each hand, but where does the third one go?

Then you also remembered something,

I came here for my knives-

“So what-”

“Wait!” You interrupted Zoro who was looking at Nami, now they both looked at you, one almost slightly irritant while the other curious.

“I uh- I need my own…knives. They took them from me when they caught me. It’s here somewhere, they hid them here.” You paid no mind to them as you looked around for the stupid box that had them.

It was in a black cupboard, that’s where I saw him keep it, now where else would it be?

Your frustration was slowly turning into panic as you saw no black cupboard. It was as if fate had chosen to make a fool out of you with passing time.

“Do you remember where they were? We-” Zoro was about to protest before Nami looked at him pointedly, “We’ll help you find them.”

“I do remember! I-I do! It was in a box, and a- black cupboard!” Looking around, Nami went ahead passing through the few cupboards, breaking them open to find them empty or with useless items, sitting the urge to grab what mght eventually help in the future. Zoro sighed, deciding he’d get done with this so they can get out quicker. He wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of wasting time but with the small decency he had, he figured he’d help you out since technically you did free them. ( even though he was positive he’d have freed himself soon enough).

You on the other hand, were frantic. It was horrible when they were taken away, but the thought of them being actually thrown away or perhaps even sold to someone else was terrifying. They were the last symbol of what your father was, what your father left left for you.

The thought was about to make you cry until you reached one specific cupboard that didn’t seem to budge open. It was locked.

“Here! I think. I think they are in here.” All movement paused as the other two stopped looking and turned towards you, “But it won’t budge, it’s locked.”

Contemplating how to break it, you didn’t notice Zoro was beside you until his voice startled you out of your daze. “Move.”

He gruffly ordered which made you wonder if he’d ever been thought on how to be polite, but nonetheless you followed as he said and moved behind.

Pausing for a moment, you wwondered if it was now he realised it was nearly impossible to open the firm doors without a key, but before you could voice out your thoughts, you saw him put his hands(making sure not too stare much at the veins that were very much visible and definitely not noting how large they seemed-) on the handles and in one swift motion pull it open with ease.

You just stared in disbelief as they came off their hinges and he tossed them aside as though they weighed nothing, they probably didn’t actually.

“Yeah he can do that, don’t worry, it’s not a big deal for him, atleast.” Nami said as she looked at you, amused a little at your comical shock expression.You just blinked and nodded slowly,

“This ‘is it?” Zoro asked as you looked into the cupboard.

Right, knives. Your knives.

Fate seemed to pity you as you realised lo and behold, there laid your knives, out in the open and in fact not in a box. Quickly going infront, pushing Zoro a little as he mumbled ‘ungrateful brat’ which you chose to ignore as your hands brushed over your set.

Seven. All seven were there.

You took one scanning it thoroughly until your eyes fell upon the initials. Your initials to which, for the first time in a while, you felt the corner of your lip rise into a tiny grin. With another quick scan, you put them in their respective sheaths.

Foolishly enough, the knuckleheaded pirates didn’t think to remove your sheath belt or other sheaths, deeming it unnecessary as they were empty so they wouldn’t be of any use.

Holding one dagger in one hand, you were fairly ready…for whatever would occur.

Zoro was silent, as if it was anything new, but for a brief moment he wondered just how much they meant to you.

Perhaps as much as his katanas did to him?

He didn’t give it much thought, instead turning to Nami. “What’s the plan now? You did come up with a plan right? That’s your thing, plans.”

You figured she was likely a navigator, given from your knowledge of pirates, they’d be the ones who could come up with plans for routes and all other…pirate related stuff.

Nami eyed you for a second, to which you nodded at his words, realising you did not object, but then again what were the options. Her gaze turned towards Zoro and she spoke, a light smirk forming on her face,

“I say, we beat the hell out of every clown we see.”

Since the time you’d spotted Zoro, you think, this was the first time you’d seen a grin on his face, a chuckle being another first.

And you had another realisation, that, it suited him more.

Wiping the sweat of your face as you kicked the limp arm of one of Buggy’s idiot that hit your leg as he fell from your punch. Turns out, you still had it in you to punch and boy did you use all your strength.

Nami was ahead, while Zoro was…behind her as well considering you couldn’t see him anymore.

Pausing for a much needed breath of air, you rubbed your aching hands together. Suddenly you began to feel the adrenaline slowly draining, your head feeling light.

No,I can’t pass out. Not now. Please,

You leaned against a wall, deciding you just needed to sit. For a few seconds at least. You figured everything might be handled by the other two considering you could hear a lot of muffled shouting and talking.

Sighing forcefully, you rubbed your eyes, wishing how life would stop treating you like a scapegoat for all bad omens. You missed your old life, your youth, your joyful town, its people and most of all…you missed your father.

You wondered if he were here, would he have let the people reach to this point?

With that thought you stood up, more determined than ever as you knew what the answer was. He wouldn’t have, he would have fought till his last breath to protect his people. And…and he did.

One thing you knew, you couldn’t let more people suffer. And with the newfound will and strength you stepped slowly into the opening.

The benefit of the dark circus with only flashy lights was that there was a lot of shadows and dark spaces. You, discovered how beneficial it was since you first escaped to the green room and even now as you hid behind what seemed like a chest.

Fuck, fuck I forgot he also has eaten the Devil Fruit.

Helplessly staring as you saw a hand, presumably Bughead’s, strangling Luffy.

Hearing a groan from your hiding place, your eyes widened when you realised Nami had fallen in front of you.

Your eyes moved to Zoro, finding the swordsman in a similar position.

You gulped as you called out to Nami in a low voice, “Hey!” Whispering in a panic, “I forgot to tell you he’s eaten the chop chop fruit, any sort of weapon would be pretty useless!”

Nami looked around in confusion wondering who was speaking, when she saw you she realised it was you and she rolled her eyes, “Well yeah, clearly.” “Now isn’t really the time for sarcasm don’t you think?”

Think quick.

Clenching your hands as you saw the hand strangling Luffy, your eyes darted around clenching your dagger harder.

An idea struck you when you spotted empty craters.

“I think I have an idea-” You whisper-yelled out to her, wanting her to hear before she chose to do anything, “His parts, trap them- trap them into those empty crates!”

As she stood up, her gaze fell upon them and darted back to the body parts around. She realised it was worth taking the chance.

“Luffy! The crates!” She yelled out to him, to which the straw hut guy understood, very quickly you thought.

He rose up still trying to free himself from the hand strangling him, and with one harsh pull he yanked it away from his neck and tossed it in the air like a ball and as though her stick was a bat, Nami flung it across in the crate, trapping it.

Zoro seemed to get the hint, as he moved to the place and you were glad it seemed like the idea worked.

The next moments felt like blur as at one point when Nami tossed a part of the clown in a crate, you remembered rushing to shut it close and putting your weight on it.

It ended. It actually did.

Nami turned towards you as she closed the barrel, a grin on her face as she knew everything was over…for now.

But all you could see was a slow darkness, darker than what was in the circus, legs weighing like anchors as you sank down and finally, you dove head first, into uncocnciousness. Lucky for you, the redhead had faster instincts and before you bust your head open, she caught you.

The last thing you heard was a yell of your name and then it was as though you were in deep waters, mind blank.

The weight of the world got heavier, quite literally as you realised how abundant your limbs felt.

It wasn’t until your eyes began to open when you got the clue that you were indeed alive.

The familiar smell of sandalwood with hints of cinnamon was what hit you first as you inhaled.

“Am I dead?” The brief murmuring was what you registered as your ears felt unclogged, pausing as your croaked voice rasped. Your tongue felt like stone, mouth sandpaper like.

“Wa-water.” You could briefly see a familiar room. Everything seemed familiar, you knew you knew where exactly you were but it was taking some time for your memories to catch up with you.

Get up, get up.

“Now, now what’s the rush child?” A warm voice spoke up to which you turned your head to the man. As you took in his features, you recalled who he was.

“Da-dada?” The old man smiled, his wrinkles deepening as they always did. You noticed his hand holding a glass of water and before you knew it, you took it and gulped it down before you could even say anything.

“Aish- always impatient.” He scolded wanting, ready to yell to slow down so you don’t choke but he knew you’d pay no mind.

Dada was your guardian. He took you in as his own when your father was no more and considered you his own grandchild,because seeing he’d never had any kids to experience grandchildren, he felt the universe was giving him a chance that one night when a ten year old you, came to his door drenched in the rains, shivering as you asked if you could have something to eat.

“Am I dreaming dada? Am I dead?” You said as you scanned your surroundings, noting it was the living room of his hut, feeling as though what happened in the past few hours or even days was all dreams. Surely, it wasn’t that a damn crew of pirates had trapped your entire town and another bunch of pirates, different ones, apparently the good kind ended up saving you as you helped them too.

It seemed like one bizarre fever dream.

“Kid, why do you always insist on me dying! I am old but not too old-” Comically he coughed after his nagging to which you held back your laughter, knowing you’d only get scolded more.

With a half hearted glare, he shook his head, “You weren’t dreaming, at least not until you fainted in that rotten circus-”

“It was real?!” You looked at your hands and noticed faded blue-purple bruises around your wrists, the physical proof needed that yes indeed, everything was and is real. “Is everyone safe? I- are the people okay?” You were in a panic realising your memory that was slowly coming cut off the moment you last heard a yell of your name from Nami, not knowing what happened afterwards.

“Supposing I am here, you’re here in this room, yes i’d say everything is going back to…normal.” He knew it wouldn’t be right to say it was normal, it would take a while to get back to what the town once was but for now they got their freedom back, so with time, he knew it’d all be back.

“So- the- the ‘good’ pirates are also real?” You paused as you tried to frame the proper words and Dada just nodded in amusement, finding your brief amnesia moment hilarious.

“In fact, they are waiting for you.”

“Me- but why?” You wondered why they’d still be here, figuring they’d leave once they got what they required, a little sad knowing you couldn’t thank them but the sadness turned to curiosity and confusion once you processed his words.

“Come on in,” In stepped in the straw hut guy —Luffy— you recalled, a wide grin on his face, as he tipped his hat in greeting.

“Hello! I see you’re awake.” Raising your hand to wave back, your eyebrows furrowed on what exactly he wanted. Nami next stepped in and your gaze turned towards her as she smiled at you.

A light grin on your face forming on your face as she waved a little. “I hope you’re feeling better?”

“I think yeah?” You felt out of it still, but now you were beginning to feel a little grounded to reality.

You noticed a figure stood in the doorway leaning against it, arms crossed as he looked at you.

Zoro. You recalled and rather than any words he just nodded to you to which you just gave a tight lipped awkward smile and turned back to Luffy.

Yeah he’s still attractive in the daylight.

Back there you figured maybe cause you were loopy and distorted you were finding him more attractive than he actually just because he was the only decent male you’d seen in a few months but now you realised you were wrong.

He was definitely more than decent. And yeah more attrac- no stop.

“I-” “So-”

Speaking up at the same time as Luffy, you shut up and gestured for him to continue.

“So you see when we were leaving, sailing away to continue on our mission, I realised something.” You tilted your head at him in confusion as raised an eyebrow. Sitting up on the small bed was the good thing you’d done because at least you got a clear view of everyone.

You turned to Nami, eyebrow still up as you gestured ‘What?’ to which she rolled her eyes and pointed towards Luffy. You knew Zoro wouldn’t help as to what Luffy was saying so you didn’t even look towards him.

“I felt we were missing some thing and really I thought hard as to what we were possibly leaving behind and then it struck me.” You were beginning to hate his dramatic pauses because you did not know what to expect.The unexpected was something you hated.

“It was not some thing we were missing, it was rather someone and that someone is…you.” As he finished his sentence, he looked at you with still the same grin, merely observing your reaction.

“What?” Being taken aback was probably the only way you’d describe what you felt. It confused you, to the point you wondered if he was just fooling with you.

“Haha- um you got me there, nice joke?” You awkwardly chuckled suddenly feeling the stares of everyone in the room piercing through your soul as though they could see right through you.

“What no- pfft! It’s not a joke! I’m serious, join us, join my crew,this time it always seemed there was someone missing and I think finding you in this island was not just a coincidence but it was meant to be.”

You gulped as he looked at you in anticipation, finally turning your attention towards Dada as you observed him, his reaction. It was calm, a calm as if he knew this. You clenched your hands nervously, the bandages bunching up in the palm as you looked back at Luffy and then Nami as she looked at you nonchalantly.

“Luffy.” A deep voice resonated through the brief silence and your eyes darted towards Zoro who looked at Luffy. “Come on, come out, I think you should let them think of their answer”

Before Luffy could protest, he shot him a look that showed he wasn’t going to argue and to follow what he said. His eyes met yours for a moment, nodding in gratefulness as he spoke no further as he shut the door behind.

As they left, you looked back at your hands that laid in your lap. Wrapped in bandages and hints of dried blood. Your mind in a flurry of questions.

“Kiddo?” You were startled out of your thoughts as a hand laid on your shoulder, “Tell me, tell me what’s going on in that little head of yours.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t think I can do something. I- they are pirates! I can’t join them and- and leave this town, who would- who would take care of the people, who would take care of you? I just- I don’t think I can-” You spoke up what was in your mind, your heart tugging as you thought of how you could become a protector if you left?

“You know what I think? I think this is your chance. Darling, people like you are destined to do great and so far you have been doing that but this, this is a chance to accomplish your dream…your father’s dream. Do you trust me?” You nodded at him as he finished.

Each of his words sunk deeper into your heart as he spoke and you knew what he spoke was in full honesty. Dada would never lie to you as he’d always look for the best for you, so each word in what he spoke held full weight to it.

“You’ll be doing even greater things, and who cares if they are pirates! They saved us didn’t they? Perhaps just like how there’s two sides of a coin, there’s always more than just horrible pirates. Go for it child, this is your bigger fate that you deserve. Besides, the kid seems too adorable to be menacing”

You couldn’t stop the laughter that arose from his last remark. Though as you realised the choice you were knowing your laughter got less and your smile slowly faded.

“And who will take care of you old man? Will you be able to stay without me?” Your eyes held a mischief yet knowing you since you were a pestering child, he could see the underlying sadness of being separated.

“Don’t worry about me yeah? And who are you calling old man?! I can take care of myself just fine alright, I’ll show you!” He moved to ruffle your hair to which you whined at him, knowing how you hated it when someone touched your hair but this time you let it slide, feeling perhaps it would be the last.

“What will I take though- will they give me time to pack-” Pausing briefly as you threw your legs off the bed ready to get up and scanned around. Dada pushed your legs away and dragged a bag from below.

“Already done.” “You-! you were just waiting for the moment to get rid of me-!” You accused him as you looked at him in mock betrayal, the small grin on your face not wavering the slightest.

“I’ll miss you. Don’t die old man, stay alive until I’m back as what I want to be.” He was grinning up until you mentioned his dying once again and the change to a glare made you giggle slightly.

“You should let them know now, green head doesn’t seem like a patient one. Just like you.” You nodded at him as you slowly got up, the feeling in your legs coming back as you stumbled a little, glaring at him at the remark he made about you being impatient.

“He’s a swordsman Dada, I doubt he lacks patience.”

“And aren’t you the same?”

“I use dagge-”

You shut up when you stepped out, choosing to not let the outside audience know you’d been arguing about them only. More specifically, Zoro.

When you stepped out, you didn’t expect Luffy to be right out the door, raising his hand to knock,so you were startled when he was almost right in your face as you looked up. He took a step back, startled himself as a blush rose to his cheeks from the sudden proximity.

Coughing awkwardly, he looked at you in anticipation yet a small part of him was preparing for the rejection because as Zoro had kindly ( as kind as he can) explained, he shouldn’t expect a stranger, nonetheless one who sort of saved them, to be ready to up and about from their life with them but him being the optimist he was, he hoped that his anticipation was right.

You wore a blank expression as you looked at the three.

Dada was right, they are for sure not the regular pirates.

“So-?”

You took a deep breath as you shut your eyes, preparing for an answer,

“Sure. I’ll join you on your…mission.” Out of pure excitement, Luffy seemed to be a touchy type as he leaped into you and wrapped his arms around you as he screamed out while you squealed in surprise.

“Yes! YES! Thank you!” You awkwardly chuckled as you didn’t know what to do with your arms seeing they are trapped. Your eyes darted to Nami as she shook her head and grinned, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement, “Glad you made a choice, probably the right one.”

Zoro’s reaction was pretty questionable because it was a mixture of disbelief— how could you agree— and another you couldn’t quite put a name to it. You weren’t sure if you were still in a daze but you swore you could see a light smirk.

And as you looked back at the straw hut boy, you couldn’t help but fill a newfound sense of hope— the thought of looking forward to something new— filling your heart and leaving you with a wide toothy grin and a glint in your eyes.

Off you began with a leap in your life, only time your teller of what would enfold but honestly, you were more than ready for what would come because afterall only the bravehearted would dare to be stupid by risking it all.

author's note : omg it's out, after five-ish whole months, i'm beginning this series. i was very excited for this when i first thought of it but due to reasons i wasn't able to get into it and stopped midway in the intro chapter/first chapter, nonetheless today i finished the first chapter and officially this series begins! i thought if i'm coming back after so long why not with something nice :) i may or may not have another thing coming in a few days (don't count me on that but i feel motivated to write so who knows!) let me know your thoughts on this !!

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 59

Part 1 Part 58

“Please, Steve!” Nancy’s wheedling voice drifts to Eddie as he rounds the corner. “Jonathan already said no because he’s trick-or-treating, so it’s just going to be me and Barb.”

Steve’s leaning against his locker, frowning down at Nancy. It’s reminiscent of the year before, when the pair were circling each other like monkeys in heat, only it’s knocked on its head. Maybe even…upside down. Eddie chuckles, sidling up to lean against Steve by the lockers, knocking their shoulders together. A united front in the face of a determined Nancy Wheeler.

“Are you saying Barb’s not enough for you, Miss Wheeler?” Eddie asks, faux shocked. He puts a hand to his chest, swooning into Steve’s side just to make him laugh.

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Obviously not.” She’s clearly exasperated by Eddie’s presence. Somehow, almost a year of being friend’s-once-removed hasn’t warmed either of them up. Although, if all the interdimensional ass-kicking couldn’t do it, why would anything else? “It’s just–” she trails off, looking down at the books she has clasped daintily to her chest.

Eddie can almost feel Steve thawing beside him. God damn it. “Just what?” he asks softly.

Nancy peeks up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She doesn’t even look at Eddie. What a conniving little twerp. “Neither of us have been to a party since, well–” she stalls, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You know.” She whispers the last bit, looking around like she expects the men in suits to burst out of the walls because she mentioned a party from last year.

Steve stiffens next to him. Eddie takes a surreptitious step closer, glaring down at Nancy. Not that she has the decency to even notice. “None of us have gone to a party since, Wheeler,” he hisses.

Steve elbows him in the ribs. Like he’s the problem in this scenario. Eddie backs down, slumping down into the lockers and crossing his arms with a loud huff. Time to let Mommy and Daddy figure it out. Eddie grimaces, disgusted by his own thoughts.

Steve sighs, rubbing his face vigorously with his hands. “One hour,” he says, muffled through his palms.

“Seriously?” Eddie demands.

“Yes!” Nancy says, raising her hand in a tiny fist pump that would’ve been endearing on literally anyone else. “I’ll see you there!” She’s beaming as she turns around, walking away with a new bounce in her step.

“Where are we going?” Eddie demands.

Steve lowers his palms, sliding them down his skin, slowly revealing each tantalizing bit of his perfect face. “Were you invited?” Steve asks, turning and walking away.

“Dude, I know where you sleep!” He does not shout out in the halls of Hawkins High in bumfuck Indiana that where he sleeps is with Eddie in his bed. He has some self-preservation left.

Steve laughs, elbowing him in the ribs again. Same spot, too, the asshole. “Tina’s Halloween party?”

“Are you serious?” When Steve nods, he continues. “Ugh, Stevie, you’ve gotta stop letting Wheeler shoehorn you into these things. She’s the worst!” Eddie whines, drawing out the vowels in ‘worst’ past recognition.

“She’s not that bad,” Steve says, but he’s smiling. “You’re just her like–what’s it called? That stuff that always trips up Superman. Dustin mentioned it?”

He looks over at Eddie, a cute look of puzzlement on his face. Eddie wants to boop his nose, so he does, watching as Steve goes cross-eyed trying to follow the movement. “You mean Kryptonite?”

Steve snaps his fingers, smiling dorkily. “That’s it!”

Eddie’s heart flops pitifully in his ribcage. What a fucking nerd, dear god. “Okay, but do we have to go to a stupid party because Nancy Wheeler of all people wants us to?”

Steve shrugs, still smiling as they walk down the emptying corridors. “Last time we got kidnapped by a monster from a hell dimension, so really, Munson.” Steve claps his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, rubbing his hair like he’s one of the bastard children. “Things can only go up from here!”

Eddie can’t help the way he almost shrieks with laughter, almost bringing Steve down with the way he goes boneless. “You’re a total jinx!”

“Maybe, but you love me!”

Steve Harrington says it nonchalantly, like he’s not currently holding him up off the cold linoleum. Eddie’s heart does an unfortunate splitter splatter splat at Steve’s feet. Because fuck. He does.

Part 60

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#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steddie upsidedown au #my fic #I'm so excited for the next part!

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mamas-ethereal-gun · 3 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒,𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒

Characters x black fem reader

Characters as different tropes

Characters-Eren Yeager, Monkey D. Luffy, Itadori Yuji

EREN YEAGER - academic rivals

You were just about finished presenting your presentation in front of the class. You worked really hard on it and showed. from your pretty and organized slides, to your complex topics and information. Your presentation made everyone else’s look like shit. “Thank you for listening!” Sounds of clapping filled room. Then a hand went up. That ear to ear grin on your face, slowly turned to a frown as you realized who it was.

“Teacher I don’t get it.” There he was, as laid back as ever. You sigh “Well what did you not get?” You asked. “Your whole presentation.” You wondered what he got out of doing this. Every single damn time you present or even when you answer a question, here he go with his annoying self.

“Who knows maybe you’re just to dumb to understand..” you mumble under your breath. “(Y/n) don’t be mean.” Your teacher being right beside you heard what you said. You roll your eyes. “Yeah (y/n) don’t be mean to little olé’ me.” He pouted. “I don’t understand how you could’ve not gotten it. There is a whole summary at the end.” You point to the board. “Maybe you just suck at writing.” Eren shrugs. “That’s enough Eren.” Your teacher finally decides to say something.

“It’s not my Problem that you’re dumb and have trouble understanding things. Maybe you should take a lower class Eren.” You glared at him.

“Or Maybe you could help me understand it then.”

MONKEY D. LUFFY- love at first sight

Today was really boring. On days like these, there weren’t a lot of customers so things were pretty slow. You’re a server at a pretty well known restaurant called “The all blue.” And you’re bored out your mind. As you were day dreaming about what you were gonna do once You clocked out for the night, a group of 8 people walked in. You’re attention naturally gravitated towards them especially the one with black curly hair.

You couldn’t stop staring at him. It’s like he has some sort of power. The power in question being able to make you feel..weird but in a good way. This “power.” Really does have you in a chokehold because when he looked back, you were still unable to divert you eyes. (Girl get them shits checked out🤦🏾‍♀️) it’s ok though because it seems like he was going through the same thing.

“Oh so now you’re quiet?!? Answer me Luffy!!” The ginger woman next to him shakes him back and forth very aggressively. So that was his name ‘Luffy..’ a smiled formed on your face but it quickly dropped when you realized you still have a job to do.

“What are you even lookin-“ A man with blonde hair moves his face towards Luffy. He confused expression turned into a teasing one. “Oh?” He continues.

Once they were seated, you gathered the courage to go over and take their order. Hands Shaking as you walked closer and closer. “Hi I’m (y/n)! I’ll be taking your order! What would you like?” You put your work voice on. Everyone went around the table and when it finally got to Luffy who was still staring at you. “Luffy?” The black haired woman next to him nudge’s him. “This lovely server doesn’t have all day.” You blushed. Both at her comment and at the fact that Luffy couldn’t take his big doe eyes off you. “Excuse me..Luffy? What would you like this evening..?” You Look down at your notebook.

…

“You.”

ITADORI YUJI - obsessed ex bf

For every other day now, you have been receiving gifts. First it was a bouquet of flowers. Next it was jewelry. And the most recent being a really pretty pair of shoes. At first you wondered who was sending you all of this but it was obvious. It was you ex boyfriend Yuji.

You decided to confront him about this on facetime. After two rings he answered.

“Hi (y/n)!” He grins as he looks from what could only be a tv to the camera. “Hey itadori.” His Cheshire smile quickly faded at the use of his last name. It use to be ‘yuji’, ‘baby’, ‘yuyu’, or even ‘pookie Wookiee’. “I have a question… is it you that’s sending me all this stuff.” You show the bouquet and shoes. “No….” He was obviously lying. “Do you not like ‘em..”

“That’s not it. It’s just…” you look back at the gifts. “Why are you sending me these.. Itadori we broke up..” “first off, stop call me itadori. It’s making me feel weird.” He pouts. “And second..”

“Can we talk in person..? this doesn’t feel right to talk about on the phone..”

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A/n: 𐙚🧸ྀི- if you guys I want I can expand on these and turn these into longer fics 😚

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itsabouttimex2 · 3 months

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Here's a challenge: platonic x reader who hates monkeys with a passion (you could do it with phobia or irrational hatred). With Wukong, Macaque, and Mk.

Pithecophobia

Yandere MK, Sun Wukong, Macaque

(Fun fact 1- prunes are not their own fruit! They’re just dried plums.)

“I’m just saying,” he starts with a scoff, “it’s really silly that you’re expecting me to play along with this. Especially when I don’t get anything out of it.”

MK turns around to face the demon monkey, frowning. He folds his arms and walks backwards to keep eye contact, hoping that his mentor would watch his steps for him.

“Uh, you are getting something out of it, though? Y/N spent all day cooking for us so we could celebrate the new year together! They even made extra in case we wanted to bring someone else! That’s like… super nice of them!”

“Oh, I might get some maybe decent food, is that it? And all I’ve got to do is pretend to be a powerless mortal all the way through a probably mediocre dinner, huh? Just because this weird friend of yours is scared of monkeys?”

Sun Wukong; who had eyeing the sky for early fireworks more than he had been looking out for his student’s safety, finally chimed in. “To be fair, I think that mug of yours would scare anyone away!” A second later, he ducks down to avoid Macaque’s incoming tail, leaving MK to take the brunt of the relatively harmless blow.

MK stumbles backwards and almost into the street, only stopped when his mentor’s tail wraps around his waist and pulls him back onto the sidewalk. “Whoa,” the Great Sage mocks, setting MK safely back down, “someone’s in a bad mood today! Maybe… you’re just mad cause no one except us wanted you over for the new year?”

Macaque snarls and lunges at Wukong, ready to brawl. It’s only when MK swiftly moves to stand between them that the near fight is averted. “Guys, come on! Can’t you get along for just one day?!”

The “NO!” that they shout in perfect unison is just about what he was expecting, but he’s still a little disappointed about it. They both try to move past him to grab at one another, barely impeded by his physical position.

A thunderous bang echoes across the sky, a brilliant bloom of sparkling red painting the blue horizon. Macaque hisses and recoils, his arms quaking as he moves to clap his hands over his ears. At the exact same time, Wukong jumps up in delight, cheering and hollering at the sight. MK takes his chance to separate them, hooking his arm around Macaque’s, pulling the pained monkey demon along much quicker than he was moving before.

“Come on, come on! The food is gonna get cold if you two don’t hurry up! And! Y/N told me that there’s something special just for the two of you! Cause, y’know… when I asked if I could invite you both, they asked me what sort of stuff you liked, and I told ‘em about the whole ‘peaches and plums’ thing…”

Bringing up food seems to have been a decent enough distraction, as both of them choose to start moving along instead of fighting. Your house is already on the horizon. Now he just has to hope that another fight doesn’t break out between the rival demons.

As usual, life dashes his hopes of peace being anything more than a temporary lull.

“Yeah? Like how peaches are just about the best thing ever? And how everyone that isn’t crazy likes ‘em one way or another?”

“About how sweet-toothed meatheads can’t help but shovel them down whole? Those sort of people don’t have the brain to enjoy plums. Peaches are just sweet. Plums have a subtle astringent skin that mixes well with the flesh’s mellow sweetness.”

“Sure thing, old man. Go home and eat your prunes if ya like ‘em so much.”

“They are NOT-“

“Guys! We’re here!” Before they can argue any further, MK releases Macaque’s arm and rushes up to the door of your house. “Hurry up and come inside!”

He takes a moment to consider knocking, then grabs the doorknob and impatiently starts rattling it instead. To his delight, it’s already unlocked. A quick glance over his shoulder shows that both of his companions remain in their transformed state, tails safely tucked into their clothing.

He throws the door open and races inside, leaving the monkeys in the dust.

Just barely remembering to take off his shoes before he tears through the halls of your house without hesitation, he throws them aside near the door in a still-tied heap.

He follows a practiced path straight into the kitchen, finding you just as you remove a plate of pork-stuffed spring rolls from the oven. You set them down on the countertop to cool, then turn to face the very-expected intruder. You might’ve been surprised, if it wasn’t for his excited footsteps echoing through the house.

MK runs into your arms before you can even pull the oven mitts off, wrapping you up in a warm hug. For just a moment, it gives you the same feeling as coming home after a long day, cozy and inviting.

Then, his grip grows tight.

“I missed you,” he says, his voice quiet and low. “Invite me over more often. Or come to Pigsy’s and visit me, at least. Please.”

His grip tightens further.

And then he lets go of you, turning to face his two companions, neither of which you recognize. He waves them into the kitchen and moves to set the table.

Politely, you offer the first one your hand. He’s decked out in shining gold and exuberant red, like a brighter and flashier MK. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m glad you came to celebrate with me. Come and take a seat!”

He snags your hand between both of his own, giving it a firm pump. “It’s great to meet ya, bud! Thanks for having us!” He heads to the table and bounces on his heels, snatching up a seat for himself before anyone else gets the chance.

You smile and turn to MK’s other friend, the one dressed in a billowing black and red shroud that concealed most of his face and body. You offer him your hand as well.

He shrugs and walks right past you, sitting down at the opposite side of the table- probably to keep away from his colorful and loud companion.

MK frowns at his friend’s behavior, but turns back to you with a wide and rather forced smile. “Don’t worry about him. He’s just… not used to this.” His voice drops to a low whisper as he adds: “And his ears have been hurting all day. I think he’s getting grumpy.”

“I can hear you, kid,” the irritated man says from beneath his shroud. “There’s a reason that I’m called the S-”

“The SUPER SENSITIVE hearing guy, I know! The thing that all of your friends call you,” MK clumsily tries to lie, his ears and cheeks darkening to red with his poor attempt at deceiving you.

But before you can question him on it, his golden-clad friend pipes in with a snide: “He’s certainly sensitive, I’ll give him that.”

Outright chaos is only abated by the sharp click that sounds when you set a porcelain tray on the polished quartz surface of the table.

“MK told me about your favorite fruits, actually! So I stayed up late to make these for all of you,” you cheerily announce to the trio, lifting the delicate lid to reveal three plates of sticky-rice pudding. Each one is delicately drizzled with syrup sugar and studded in tiers with sweet fruits.

Your friend jumps forward, his palms hitting the table as he stares at you with wide-eyes. “Y/N! You made Eight Treasures Rice for us?!”

“Well, it’s more like ‘One Treasure Rice’, haha. It’s really only got the fruit in it, actually. I didn’t wanna put anything you guys didn’t like in there, so I decided to play it safe. I hope that’s not disappointing!”

“Not at all, bud! Not at all!” Several of his aureate accessories glint in the light as the man reaches eagerly for the peach-filled rice pudding.

You pass it to him with a smile, then give MK his own, stuffed full of tangerine slices. With only one left, you push the plum-packed dessert to the shrouded stranger, who seems to slightly brighten up at the sight of it.

Before anyone can say anything, you remove yourself from the table and hurry around the kitchen, gathering plates and utensils for the trio. You put them out quickly, then pile all the dishes you made in the morning onto the table.

“Good kid,” Wukong whispers to Macaque, picking bits of peach from the pudding as you arrange two plates of dumplings on the table. “And good food. Still regret coming, ‘Super Sensitive’?”

“…the kid’s alright. Jury’s still out on the food, though.” He pauses, taking a quick moment to think of something to criticize Wukong for. “And keep your tail under control. I can see the tip flicking back and forth in your pant leg.”

“Whatever you say, bud.”

A tray with a whole braised chicken is set between them, and a platter of steamed rice flour cakes after it. Finally, you take your own seat, next to the shrouded man and across from MK.

It strikes you then that you haven’t even learned the names of your guests.

“I’m Y/N, by the way! I’m sorry for not asking your names earlier! What should I call you?”

“The name’s Sun, bud! And that’s Mac, sitting in the edgy robe.”

“I like the robe,” you compliment politely, looking at the concealing garment. “The cloud embroidery is a nice touch.”

“It’s a cloak… and thanks.”

MK jumps forward in excitement and strikes his palms against the table, rattling the bowls and dishes.

“C‘mon! Let’s eat, everyone!

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“I think everything went well, today. You think so too, right?”

You set the knife down, turning to face ‘Sun’. As you cut up the leftovers, he’s sorting them into separate containers for everyone to take home. (And giving himself larger portions when you weren’t looking.)

“Definitely! I think my, uh… friend was pretty impressed. I hope we can do this again, Y/N! I don’t really have anything scheduled this time of year…like, ever.”

Except for watching fireworks from the top of his mountain, far away from company and civilization. Again and again, over and over, thinking only of his long-passed friends and companions.

“…we are going to do it again, right?”

“Oh, um, sure. I don’t see why not. My family doesn’t really come and visit, so I’ll probably have the house empty again next year. So, um… yes! I’d be happy to have you over!

He hums softly, nodding his head to your words.

“Sounds good, bud. I’ll be there. And… I’ll see if I can wrangle Mac into coming, too. Maybe just to see him jump at fireworks again, though.”

“He seemed interesting,” you graciously offer of the cloaked man, in spite of his admittedly poor behavior through dinner. “I enjoyed his stories.”

“Pfft! I could’ve told them better- I was there for most of them!”

“Well, the two of you should come again- MK seemed happy- more than usual, even. Honestly? I think he’s been stressed out lately… I’m glad he could have a day to relax. I really do need to visit him more often.”

“Huh. Guess it must be a little hard living so far from the city, bud. Any reason you’re this far out?”

“Oh, that’s… I inherited this house- and the orchard outside- from my parents, actually! I take a lot of pride in it, really. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, even if the work is a little lonely.”

“…I think I will come visit, then. And I might sample a few of your fruits, too,” he teases, lightly elbowing your side. “You think you can handle that, bud?”

“…you know what, Sun?” Sun, what he had informed you his name was. It fits him well. He’s bright and exuberant, and never stops smiling. He seems like he’d be a good friend.

“That- that sounds really nice. Come by anytime you’d like.”

Your words sound kind right now. They feel right to say. The Great Sage thinks so too.

And he’s certainly not going to forget about them. Neither will Macaque, listening in from the shadows beside your tangerine trees.

Why would they ever let go of this kindness?

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere MK #MK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #Macaque #Monkiefam

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carolmunson · 1 year

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too cool to admit it (sadist!eddie x f!masochist!reader)

you and eddie go to a party, you're having a little too much fun and his ego gets bruised.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, d/s established relaitonship, choking, slapping, degradation, pretty extreme name calling (whore, bitch, slut, pig, etc), dubcon choking (purposefully doing something in a dangerous way), jealous!eddie, mean!eddie, mentions of drugs and alcohol, pretty much an intense scene overall, rough p in v sex, use of restraints. references to dom drop and sub drop. there is aftercare in the form of discussion on why things like this can't happen and how to prevent them. December 1991 - Hawkins.

Ed wasn't having a good night to start, fiddling with his hair in the mirror.

"I looks nice pulled back," you encourage, while he holds it behind him in a low bun, "Get to see your face more."

"It's just so frizzy today," he huffs, "I hate the first wash night. It looks like shit."

"It doesn't look like shit, Ed," you meet him at the mirror, looking at him in it. You pull a full tendrils out toward his face, smoothing out his bangs with your hands, "There we go."

"It's better," he shrugs.

"I think you look very handsome," you smile up at him. His eyes flit down at you and he turns away to hide his boyish smile.

"You have to say that," he murmurs under a blush.

"I don't have to say that," you say, turning to face the real him, "I mean it, though. You look handsome."

"Thank you," he says, his shoulders relaxing for the first time in an hour while he got ready, "You look really pretty."

"I know," you agree, turning back to the mirror to smooth out your dress. He clears his throat from behind you, you can't help but smirk.

"Forgetting something?" he asks. Ed's voice dips to something menacing and your heart dances in your chest.

"Thank you, sir," you chirp.

"That's much better," he praises, stepping behind you to move your hair to lay down your back, "Such a pretty girl."

"You ready to go?" he asks, walking back to the bed to grab his jacket and yours. You nod, hurrying to throw your coat on and slide your little crossbody over yourself. Eddie chuckles to himself while you scurry around, sometimes you were so sweet that it made him sick.

Steve's was already booming by the time you got there. Throngs of people moving through the first floor, hanging outside by the pool despite the cold weather. Ed held you close to him while he pushed you both through to the kitchen, the scent of tobacco and laundry soap heavy on his clothes. It made you swoon for him, your dirty clean boy.

"Here," he said while cracking a beer for you off of his belt, "For the lady."

"Thank you," you smile, he blushes again. Sometimes he was so easy to fluster. You were sure that it was one of those nights where if you winked at him he'd have to leave the room. As domineering as he could be, he really had his days where he couldn't help but trip over himself when he looked at you. Suddenly a school boy with a crush who liked him back, staring at each other across the monkey bars.

The familiar sandalwood musk of Steve Harrington wafted between you. The picture of your blushing boyfriend obscured by a tight navy blue sweater and a rippling back.

"Hey, man," you hear. Eddie's leather arm and ringed hand clapping against his back in front of you, "Sorry to get here so late."

"Hey, pretty," Steve greeted, turning around and pulling you into a hug. He pressed a gentle peck to your cheek, Listerine breath lingering.

"You not drinking tonight?" Ed asked, opening a beer for himself. Steve lets go of his hold, leaning against the kitchen table between the two of you.

"No, not tonight," he said shaking his head, "Might have to drive some people home so I don't wanna put anyone in a bad position."

"Where's your girl?" Ed looked around, eyes scanning for Steve's flavor of the month Elaine.

"She's a little tied up in the bedroom right now," Steve said with a shrug and a sly smirk, "I'm sure she'll be down later."

"Let me know if you two need anything," he offered, walking towards the living room, "Rob and Nance are around here somewhere!"

The party was a blur, rock music and top 40 blasting through the speakers. Everyone around passing blunts, joints, and beers to each other. God forbid anyone had the flu, now you're all going to get it. Eddie was still nursing his first beer of the night, sipping slowly while holding you on his lap on the couch. The both of you intently watching a game of poker unfold in front of you.

"You guys want a shot? Me and Nance are gonna go take shots," Robin asked, walking by the two of you. Eddie shook his head no and you hesitated at first before getting up off his lap.

"Sure, fuck it," you shrugged.

"Don't overdo it, okay?" Ed asked gently, patting the back of your thigh while you walked around him to get to the kitchen. You remember the last time you took shots at a party, taking more and more since they weren't hitting you. Until they hit you all at once. You had a 24 hour hang over after that night.

"I'll be fine, honey," you smiled and shot him a wink, "Thank you, though." He ran a hand over his face to massage out his toothy smile at your attention, hell would freeze over if anyone percieved him as boyish.

The shots fell into you like water, just two, but they had you feeling nice. Not drunk, just nice. Nice enough to let your hands linger on new friends a little too long. Nice enough to catch eyes with someone from across the room and smile. Nice enough to hop into a game of Truth or Dare even though you were all long out of high school. This is something Ed didn't like when you just hung out with the girls. They encouraged this kind of behavior -- hyping you up and passing you drinks or joints so you could all have a good time and unwind. You hadn't checked in with him since you went into the kitchen for a drink. You might as well have forgotten he was there. It wouldn't be the first time.

"She takes two shots of tequila and suddenly everyone is her fucking boyfriend," Eddie huffed against the wall, "I hate when she does this."

"Munson she's just havin' a little fun," Steve rubbed his shoulder, "Don't let it ruin your night. You know she's your girl at the end of the day."

"If she's my girl why is she making eyes at some 'peaked in highschool' scum bag she's never met before," Ed asks, gesturing over to you in the dark, "She's fucking embarrassing me." "Don't be like that," Steve warned, "You're angry. You're seein' what you wanna see, dude. She's just, I dunno, being friendly."

"I'm about to take her home," he said, puffing his chest, "I'm not doing this shit tonight."

"Ed," Steve started, coming around to stand in front of him, "You gotta relax."

"Just -- look at her!" Ed muttered angrily.

It wasn't a pretty picture. Your soft giggle when you said 'Truth,' because you would never say 'Dare,' with your boyfriend around. 'Do you have any hidden talents?' You do, you've perfected the cheek kiss. Eddie swallows hard when you say it because he knows what you mean. The way your breath will ghost over his jaw, the tip of your nose barely brushing against his skin while you trail up to his cheek. You've perfected the art of anticipation. The way your lower lip skates a little on the plane under his cheek bone before you press both of them, warm and plush, against his skin. The kiss lingers long after your lips leave the skin. The first time you did it to him you barely knew each other and he knew he had to take you home. If the way you kissed someone on the cheek was a preview for anything else you could do, he knew he was in for a good night.

"Can we get a demonstration?" the guy asks, his buddies chuckling and jeering with him. You blush while you consider it.

"Oh, yeah, that's a little more than friendly," Steve says. Eddie momentarily sees red, moving Steve out of the way while he steps out of the dark and through the group of people in the living room.

"Baby, let's go," Eddie says while you're learned forward on your hands toward the other boy.

"C'mon dude, don't be a drag," he says.

"I'll drag you down the fuckin' street from the fender of my van, asshole," Eddie bites. You wince, that was his angry voice. Measured and low.

"Let's go," he says to you again, jingling his keys in his pocket.

A collection of 'Oooooh!'s floated from the crowd while you got up to get your coat and purse with Eddie. Like you jut got called into the principal's office. His hand met the small of your back while he guided you to the door, helping you put your coat on before bringing you outside to the van.

"You okay, honey?" you ask, shutting the door while you sat on the worn in passengers seat.

"M'fine, just wanna go home and play," he says without looking at you, "You wanna play?"

"Y-yeah," you reply, a little confused but the warmth between your legs at his slightly angry demeanor wiped that confusion away.

He's not chatty on the ride home, letting you ramble about any gossip you found out from the group there. Gossip about people you don't know, that he doesn't know, that he doesn't care about. You tell him about a few of the guys and their cars. Where they went to college. His grip on the wheel tightens. Maybe you like college guys. Maybe you'd prefer to be with someone who went to college. Who has a better job than at the auto-shop. Someone who wears a suit to work and doesn't come home covered in grease.

Maybe if his hair looked better tonight you wouldn't have felt like flirting with other guys.

When you pull in, infront of the trailer he takes his pack of Camels out to light one, "Go inside and put your leather cuffs and straps on. I'll come meet you when I'm ready."

"Oh," you say, shoulders deflating. He always helped put your harness on when that's how he wanted to play. Making a big, slow, sensual show of adjusting the buckles around your waist, thighs, wrists, and ankles. Making sure the clips on the cuffs were all in working order so he could mold your body to the exact position he wanted it in.

"My collar, too?" you ask, "Do you want me to wait for you?"

"Don't put it on," he says while letting the smoke out of his mouth, clouding the van, "You didn't earn it."

Your lip wobbles but before you can protest he speaks.

"Don't make me wait," he warns. His voice drops into that low and dark register that makes your pulse jump. Eager to please, you run into the trailer, dropping your coat and bag on the kitchen table before hurrying to the bedroom to get ready for him.

You don't wait too long. Eddie barrels through the door and gives you a rough kiss, clipping your wrists to the loop on your waist behind you. He barely gives you a moment to steady yourself before he shoves you onto your knees.

"Open," he says without emotion, working on his trousers fast -- wallet chain tinkling as he does. You part your lips and look up at him, heart racing at the loss of playfulness in his tone. Even at his meanest, there was a glint of Eddie still in his eyes -- a proof that he was still there with you.

"Fucking wider," he hisses. His hand claps so hard against your face that your ears start to ring. It felt more like a punch than a slap, using the heel of his hand to pummel against your cheek. Metallic warmth started to trickle into your mouth while the sting of the hit bloomed on your skin.

"What fuckin' good is that? Wider," he says, his hands gripping your hair at the scalp. Your lower lip wobbles before you part your lips again, stretching your jaw open to accomodate him. The broken skin on the inside of your cheek stretches with you.

"You want me to do it again?" he asks gruffly, raising his free hand while shaking your head at the scalp with the other.

You shake your hand no against his restraint, tears starting to pour out of you, your chest shuddering.

"Aw, c'mon. Aren't you my little pain slut? Don't you like it, baby?" he asks with faux concern.

"Please not again," you cry. His cock strained harder in his boxer briefs at your tears, letting go of your scalp to unleash it from it's fabric prison.

"Take it," he glowered, "All the way. Or I'm gonna make you wish you never fuckin' met me."

"Yes s-sir," you sniffle. You'd been throat trained enough to be able to snake him in to the base without gagging, but he wasn't letting you take him in at your own pace.

"All. The fucking. Way," he growled, shoving himself roughly into your wet mouth the moment his pulsing head met your tongue. You sputtered over him, spit pooling in your mouth and gushing over him, sliding down the side of your chin.

"What's all this gaggin' for, huh? I know you can suck it better than that," he taunts, gripping your hair again. He's unrelenting in his thrusts into your mouth and you desperately try to accomdate his movements. There's no way you can service him the way you normally do with his hand keeping your head in place.

"C'mon whore," he glares down at you, "Show me what a slutty fuckin' bitch you are. Hope I didn't fuckin' take you home for nothing."

Sweat starts to trickle down your back while he hits your uvula and you swallow whatever bile you might've had coming up before it can reach the tip of his dick. The lewd, wet smacks of his cock assaulting your mouth fill his room -- riccocheting off the walls and back to you, reminding you of your place. You knees start to burn against the scratchy carpet.

Eddie looks down at you, black tears streaking your face -- how he always like you best, crying on your knees. Desperate for a smile or an encouraging word that you wouldn't get tonight. Lipstick, spit, and strands of blood staining his cock as he rocked into your mouth.

He leans forward to rest one hand on the wall behind you to steady himself. The other holding you hard in place so he can fuck your mouth with vigor. You can help but start gagging at each thrust, but the contraction of your throat feels so good for him. The sound of you crying and the clinks of your restraints while you try to stop him make his cock twitch.

Your mouth closes slightly as you try to remove yourself from his grasp and his pleasure soon drops to rage. His hand comes off the wall to meet the other in your hair and he leans your head back hard. Your scalp screams with pain, your eyebrows raising with the pull.

"Use that mouth the way I taught you, before I fuckin' piss in it. You understand me?" he asks. A fresh peal of cries pours out of you and you force yourself to nod, but the action isn't enough.

"I said: do you understand me?" he asks again, more incredulous. His open palm cracks against your face again, just as hard as the first one.

"I understand, sir," you whisper, your eyes casting down at your knees, afraid to provoke him further.

"No, no, I don't think you do," he smiles, but it's angry, "I don't think you understand."

He lifts you up to standing by your hair. You whine while he pulls you to the full length mirror on his closet door.

"You'd like it if I pissed in your mouth, wouldn't you?" he asked.

"Yes, master," you agreed in the mirror, face contorting with tears as you say it. Your brain is so foggy you're not even sure what you're agreeing to.

"You dirty fucking pig," he scoffed, "You'd be lucky if I even bothered to piss on a worthless bitch like you."

He makes you watch while he adjusts your restraints, unclipping your arms from your back to the loop at the center of your waist. He rips off the dainty necklace you'd put on earlier that day and tosses it to the floor. You swallowed hard.

"You see that E on your chest?" he asked, pulling you by the leather strap around you waist to the bed. He means the tiny scar of an 'E' that he carved just under your collarbone. Something dangerous you had both agreed to.

"Yes, sir," you respond between hiccups of tears.

"You know what it means?" he grunts while he tosses you onto your back on the mattress, clipping your ankles to the backs your thighs to keep you spread open for him.

"C'mon angel, you know what it means?" he urges. He just wants to hear you say it while he mounts you.

"It um --" you start, whimpering while he climbs between your legs. He closes his hand around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks painfully. His wolfish smile was making you nervous, "Means you own me."

"Means I own you, that's right," he repeats, nodding while he says it so that you nod too. He pushes into you without warning and you hiss at the intrusion. You're used to some kind of warm up, even some spit would've helped. It's not that you weren't wet, but not as wet as you should be to take his whole length and girth in one go.

"Ow..." you whine softly, a new wave of fear washes over you.

"Don't make me get that gag, you dumb cunt," he bites down at you. You shudder at the word, he doesn't use it often, “Just want you to lay there and be my fucktoy. It’s all you’re fucking good for, anyway.”

"Sorry, sir," you whimper. He starts with slow and steady thrusts, getting you to accomodate to him -- but it's almost soulless. He's looking at your chest, on the soft lightened fleshy E that had scared there. The bounce of your tits.

As his speed picks up, his gaze meets yours.

"You belong to me, right?" he asks. He looks dead behind the eyes -- you nod 'yes' anyway.

"Say it, tell me," he coerces, hands finding your waist while his pace quickens -- you start fluttering around him, elliciting a low grumbling groan from his mouth.

“I b-belong to you,” you reply, your head reeling at the sight of him over you. His eyes as wild as his hair while his thrusts become hard and punishing. Slow to pull all the way out and rough when he comes all the way in, hitting your cervix uncomfortably. You cry out involuntarily at the force.

“You’re so pathetic,” he tells you through gritted teeth, “You cry like this when other guys fuck you?”

You’re confused at the question, you aren’t fucking other guys. You’ve been in a relationship for a couple years now.

“Wh-what?” you ask, your voice sounding less lilted, less hazy.

“You giving them those little sad eyes when they’re too rough with you?” the devilish smile on his face when he asks, coupled with his darkened eyes sends a chill through your chest.

“N-no, I’m not —“ you sputter when his hand collides with your face again with a stinging smack, “Ow, ow, no, I’m not fucking other g-guys. Wh-what’re you t-talking about?”

“It’s just me fuckin’ you stupid then, huh?” he’s telling you, you realize. Not asking. Eddie leans forward, pressing his body flush against you while his forehead finds home in the crook of your neck. Grunting into the mattress while feels you get slicker between your legs, “Not that I gotta try very hard. You’re so easy. You’d spread those legs for anyone, wouldn’t you? Should start pimping you out when I sell. You easy bitch.”

“You saw how quick you got on those knees for me,” he teases, “Probably be worth what? A buck? Buck fifty? Can't be too high with how used up and worn out you look."

You swallow — his words are starting to hurt differently. No longer running straight to your core, but to your chest. You try to shake it off and not take it personally, but the way he’s looking at you feels new. Your barely want to meet his face.

“Think you'd be worth anything if I didn't own you? Gonna show you how much you need me,” he snarls in your ear. Eddie pushes back up over you, adjusting your legs to spread wider before bringing one hand down onto your throat. You’re not a stranger to this, feeling the pressure of him blocking your blood flow while your tongue peak outs of your mouth. Eddie admires the bloom of heat rising in your face to match the handprints he already left there. His pretty, desperate, marked up doll.

His brows knit together and he can’t supress a pornographic moan at the sight of you under him. Your face painted in tear streaks and fear, lipstick smudged, your restraints digging into your skin. His moan fades into a laugh that goes right to your bones, breath hitching a bit while he adjusts himself to lean a little farther over you.

His other hand comes forward and without warning, clamps over your mouth and nose. Your eyes widen with fear when he looks down at you with determination. You start to panic, your chest heaving nothing, bile rising in your throat. Your hands go to reach up to pull at his wrist but you're still clipped to your waist. You pull at the restraints desperately, tears spilling down to your hair line. You can feel him still thrusting into you while you start thrashing beneath him to get him to stop.

Black fuzz starts to spot over your vision, hazing him in a natural vignette. Your thrashing starts to slow, but you still pull at your binds. Your vision darkens a little more.

He lets go.

Like technicolor, the room rushes back to you, the lightness of his skin, his hair with a halo of light around it. You cough and sputter while taking two full big breaths, the breaths turned to choke sobs — you want to tell him he’s scaring you. You want to tell him to stop, to not do that again. That’s not how you’ve practiced it before. But all you can do is suck in air while he continues fucking into you.

“See, look at that. Can't breathe if I don't let you,” he hisses down at you. You barely have a moment to register what he says before his hands find you again. His ringed fingers back to pressing on your neck, side of his hand pressing slightly on your larynx — maybe he’s just a little hazy from the party, he’d never just not do something correctly. Especially not play that had consequences.

He readjusts and you almost feel safe again until the pressure is more intense. He makes eye contact with you as he does it. You pull desperately at your restraints again when his other hand comes back up to block your nose and mouth.

Your lungs scream again, your heart beat booms in your ears. You swallow instinctively to open your airways but it just makes you gag into yourself from the pressure of his hand. It doesn’t take nearly as long for your vision to blur and darken and you want to fight him, but you barely have any fight left.

“You're fuckin' nothing without me,” he mumbles completely fucked out while you sputter beneath him. His hips stutter, “Mm - shit --yeah, fucking choke.”

“Oh fuck,” he moans, head falling forward, “Such a good pussy — jesus fuckin' -- fuck -- god.”

He lets go quicker this time and within the first breath you do all your brain has the oxygen to instruct.

“Blue,” you rasp out before taking a heaving and rattling breath, “Blue, blue.”

It doesn’t register for Eddie at first while he continues to pump into you, too preoccupied with his shattering orgasm to hear your cries.

“Blue,” you say again, desperate and pleading.

He hears it.

He stops.

“Baby?” he asks, like he’s looking for you. His hands immediately unclip yours from your waist, taking your leather cuffs off.

“Hey, you with me?” he asks, his demeanor changes on a dime — his anger dissipating, morphing into apologetic caring.

“With you,” you respond, but barely. He listens to your ragged breaths, your gags, heaves.

“Can you breathe, baby? Do you need me to call the hospital?” panic rises in his chest while he looks you over, keeping his eyes on your face while he unclips your ankles from your thighs.

“No hospital,” you respond, your breath still coming in as gasps, coughing as the air runs over your irritated throat. You swat at his hands while he works on removing the cuff on your ankle.

“Don’t,” you whimper out through wheezes, “Don’t touch me.”

“No, no,” he pleads, “Baby I’m sorry. Please let me help.” He slides off the other cuff and reaches over to undo the buckle on your waist but you push yourself away off the mattress.

“I said don’t touch me,” you hiss, standing up slowly while oxygen finally starts getting to your brain. You lean over and cough again while Eddie sits at attention on the bed, hands shaking.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, you can hear the shake in his chest, “I didn’t mean…wait, wait!”

You don’t wait, you pick your dress back up off the floor and put it on over your harness, sliding your underwear on over your bruised groin. You wince as the elastic brushes your lips but continue on into the hallway — Eddie following after, sniffling.

“Where are you going?” he asks desperately while you put your mary-janes back on, “Let me check you out, huh? I gotta make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m not okay, Ed,” you murmur, going into the kitchen and grabbing your purse. You reach for the phone on the wall and dial feverishly. Breath still coming in staggered and shuddering.

“Hey, stop,” he says, coming over and pressing the receiver before the phone even rings back at you, “Let me take care of you. Please. This isn't how we do this, you have to talk to me.”

“Go. Away.” you glower, shoving his hand away. You dial again while he falls apart in front of you, tears welling up and spilling out of his doe eyes in streams.

“Harrington Residence,” Steve’s voice rings on the other end, the sound of the party still roaring in the background.

“Hey, can you come get me?” you ask, the grogginess from crying and choking still heavy on your voice.

“Are you okay?” he asks, you hear the sound of the party fade and a door click behind him, “Are you at Ed’s?”

“Yes, just, please come get me,” you beg. You watch as Eddie wipes his eyes while he walks into the living room sinking down on the couch, “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Steve doesn’t have to ask what happened because he’s sure he already knows. Maybe he should’ve intervened before you both left — told Eddie to just stay and talk to you first instead of taking you home. Maybe he could’ve mediated.

“Please don’t go,” he pleads softly from the couch, “Don’t leave me here. S’not fair.”

“You could have fucking killed me,” you hiss from the hallway, hanging up the phone, “You wanna talk about unfair.”

“Then please let me apologize,” he cries, “Let me do what I’m supposed to do.”

It hits you like a tidal wave — the drop. The tears start so quickly that your recently refilled lungs can't keep up. You're choking on your own sobs, unable to keep yourself standing. You trip into one of the metal chairs at the kitchen table, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of going to the living room to ask for his help.

He makes the decision for you, getting up from the couch and sliding into the chair next to you, hand out stretched for you to hold it.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he reassures when you just look at it instead of reaching for it. His rings glimmering in the dingy yellow light from above the stove. Rings that were just around your throat. Rings that bit into you skin.

"You did hurt me," you whimper. He peers at you, using his empty hand to tilt up your chin. Even in the low light, it was clear that irritation had started to bloom there. You'd both probably see the real damage tomorrow. He held his head in his hands, staring a hole into the linoleum of the table.

"That's not who I am," he says to himself. He'd relaxed, no longer crying -- the realization finally setting in, instead of the fear of you walking out before he can help you, "Fuck, I...I didn't meant to."

He was afraid to touch you, knowing you might flinch. Knowing you don't want him to be around. You both sat there in the kitchen in the low of the light from the stove and the side lamp of the livingroom. The buzz of the mosquito trap outside filling the silence in the trailer outside of your sniffling and shuddering breaths while you try to calm down.

Eventually, the crunch of gravel sounds outside and the shut of a car door. Three sharp knocks slam against the storm door and you both jump.

"Steve," you mumble. You go to get up but Eddie stops you, taking the few steps it takes to get to the door. It opens to Steve with his hands on his hips.

"So what happened that I needed to leave my house to come get you both together?" he says like a disappointed father.

"I fucked up," Eddie confessed.

"Well yeah, obviously," Steve's sarcastic tone isn't appreciated by Ed, but you laugh at the table where Steve is now sat.

"What happened?" he asked.

"He choked me," you rasp, pulling at a tear in the linoleum on the table.

"You like that, though," he said.

"No, he...he actually choked me," you say, looking up at him, "And he didn't check in and he didn't -- he didn't even look at me. He just used me."

"Did you not talk to her on the ride home?" Steve asked. Eddie makes a face and walks back into the kitchenette, leaning against the sink.

"I didn't know what to say," he says to his feet, "I was mad."

"Why don't you say it now," Steve suggests, "Why don't you tell her why you wanted to leave."

Eddie's jaw ticks and he frowns, "I was jealous..."

"Jealous?" you ask, turning to face him on the chair, "Over what?"

"Just," he runs a hand over his face, rubbing his eye, "Whenever you're a little tipsy you just...you flirt with everyone around you. It makes me feel like you don't want to be with me."

"Ed, of course I want to be with you," you respond, on defense, "You can't just come home and ignore all our rules cause you're mad."

"I know, I know," he nods, "I got too caught up, that's my fault. You were gonna kiss that guy and I saw...I saw red, baby, and I had to get you out of there."

"Do you think this would've happened if you had talked to her in the car on the way home?" Steve asked. Eddie shook his head no.

"Why not?" Steve presses, "Why do you think this wouldn't have happened?"

"Because I would've been able to get my feelings out before starting a scene. I'm not supposed to start a scene if I'm actually angry," he says, a frown pulling at his face.

"Did you check in with her at all?" Steve asked.

"N-no," he whispers, tears shining in his eyes, "I didn't."

"I'm sorry," he rasps out again, "I won't do it again. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll work on it, I promise. You know I'm not like that."

"I know you're not," you agree, "That's why this was so scary. It didn't feel good."

Eddie loses it again when you say 'scary'. That he scared you. That he made you scared of him instead of being engaged with him and a part of it. Instead, he was just a big monster taking what he wanted from you. As if all the things people said about him in Hawkins was true.

"This is the first time you called Blue from him doing something intentional, right?" Steve runs his hands through his hair, "He's never done something like this before?"

"Never," you shake your head, "That's why I'm so upset."

"You gonna make a habit of this, Munson?" he warns.

"No," his hair shakes with him, "I'm never gonna do it again."

"Why don't you both go and talk about this while I wait here, and when you're done I'll take her back with me," Steve crosses his arms and leans back in the chair. A parent.

"You're gonna take her?" Ed frowned.

"Yeah," Steve nodded, "Did you forget you choked her out? She's just gonna stay at mine for the night while you both cool off."

Ed nodds with a tight smile, "I understand."

You both go to the bedroom. You hardly chat. You both just cry while he pours out apologies and holds you to his chest. Whispering reminders to each other that you're both still so in love but that you need to be better communicators sometimes. That the dynamic doesn't work if you're not honest.

He'd just talked about this with you a few weeks ago when you cold shouldered him for most of the day. If something hurts for real it means something is wrong, be it emotionally or physically.

"I love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "And I'll work on not being jealous. I know you're just having fun. Steve kept trying to tell me."

"I know you hate when I say it, but you should listen to Steve more often," you giggle weakly, "He's smart under all that hair."

Eddie scrunches his nose, "You think so? I dunno."

"You're so mean," you tease, but your shoulders fall when you say it. He notices. "Let's take a little break from the mean stuff, okay?" he asks, "Maybe we need to work on how we talk about our shit with eachother before we go back in. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, I think that's smart," you say into his chest. "Wanna be good to you," he says, kissing the top of your head.

"You are good to me," you say, leaning your head back to look at him. "Always room for improvement," he smiles, stretching his tear stained cheeks, "That's what it used to say on all my report cards."

"Why don't you go back out there and go with Steve, okay? I'm gonna get ready for bed," he nods, letting another kiss flutter onto your forehead. "Okay," you nod, but you don't want to go. You know you should but you don't want to. He sees your hesitance and pulls you in close to him again. "I'll see you in the morning, okay? I'll come get you. I'll take you out for breakfast," he promises, hands smoothing up and down your back.

"Okay," you cry a little. You gather some of your clothes that you keep at his place, shoving them into a spare backpack in his closet before you mosey out back to the kitchen. "Ready?" Steve asks. You nod, Ed watching from the end of the hall.

"Hey Harrington," he calls out, and Steve turns to look at him while he guides you out of the trailer.

"Your girl still tied up in your bedroom?"

"Oh FUCK, fuck me, we gotta go," his eyes blow wide while he races with you out of the trailer. Eddie chuckling to himself while he hears the squeal of Steve's BMW pull out of the park.

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pairing: geto suguru x non-sorcerer!reader warnings: gore and violence, use of the word "monkey" lol summary: you're your mother's deadliest sin word count: 5.1k author's note: i had fun with this one, hehe. hope you guys like it <3

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You weren’t a cursed spirit.

Or maybe you were, you weren’t necessarily well-versed in the world of curses and sorcerers. You just knew them by name.

You weren’t human.

Well, maybe you were, just a different kind. Cursed.

Yeah.

Maybe you were cursed.

There was an eerie quiet now. Your mind had never been so quiet. Not in a long time.

It was a rarity. This silence.

You decided that this was what peace felt like and that you weren’t going to let it go. You weren’t going to deny yourself any longer.

In the end, it was pathetically funny. Pretending to be normal whenever you never were. From birth, you had always been like this. So, you leaned back in the chair, your arm covering your face, and laughed.

And laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

It was hilarious.

The bodies lying at your feet were quiet as stone. But you figured they’d laugh too if they were alive.

Once your laughter went to giggles, you peeked over your arm and stared up at the ceiling fan.

“You’re your mother’s deadliest sin.” You sang to yourself. At least that’s what your father always said.

“She’s saved!”

Applause.

You dropped your face into your hands and shivered. Bile coated your throat, tightened with such conviction. But none of it was from the stench of the bodies around you. It wasn’t the taste of flesh on your tongue.

Tears spilled out of your eyes uncontrolled.

You laughed. You cried. You couldn’t really tell anymore.

“You won’t have to suffer anymore.”

Applause.

What the hell were they clapping for?

You opened your eyes, staring straight at one of the bodies lying down in front of you. Lifeless eyes that were once pleading for mercy, staring back at you. And for an instant, that little voice—the you a year ago, still trying to be human, still trying to live life as a regular sixteen-year-old—whimpered.

What am I doing?

You were cursed.

No, no, no, I promised I would. I promised!

Your father saw you as a blessing.

What am I doing? This isn’t me. This isn’t—

And your mother died for it.

“Now you can rest, my sweet girl.”

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

Your breathing was shaky. But your body gave in multiple times. You sat up straighter, taking in all the bodies in the small living room.

Perhaps, you went a little far this time.

Then again, you’ve been hungry for a long time now.

“Do you have any more rice balls?”

You remembered their little faces so vividly. The only memory you allowed to snake its way through your mind while pushing everything else back into the tight box. So detailed. Precious. Undeserving of this world.

You failed them. You should’ve fought harder and killed the townspeople yourself.

Unfortunately, someone had beaten you to it.

2007

It’s been a pretty hellish day.

Granted, it might’ve been partially your fault.

You had gone on another binge but made sure to keep the bodies to a minimum of five this time around. But you supposed that was still too much because it drew some unwanted attention.

Usually, you kept to yourself at an abandoned hospital south of Tokyo. That was where you fed and left the bodies to rot. No one questioned it since many locals tended to stay away from the hospital. Something about it being haunted.

The haunted part was also, technically your fault but that’s beside the point.

Earlier in the day, it was pretty regular. You had a new job working at a café which gave you a lot of access to coffee in case you got a little squirmy around people, especially flesh. And the job had been pretty steady, you’ve been in the city for about half a year now. And it’s been pretty simple.

You’ve somewhat learned to control your hunger, choosing certain days to feed. Choosing the type of people to feed from, such as perverted men or just men in general whenever you felt extra pissed that day. Rarely did you go after women unless you were really, really hungry.

Children were off limits.

Sorcerers were a rarity. And all the more fun.

So what you expected as your usual day suddenly turned interesting when an older man you were serving started asking you strange questions.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not on the menu, sir.” Was your casual answer with the usual customer service smile.

The man grinned, “Wow, you almost seem convincing. I’m impressed.” He leaned his elbows on the table with a smug smirk, “Curses have gotten so advanced in this day in age, especially compared to when I first started.”

You kept your face neutral, “Sir, are you going to order or not?”

You weren’t human.

You knew this.

“Tell me,” The man continued, pinning you in place with an intense gaze. “How were you able to hide from us for so long?”

Now you were irritated. Strange how quickly that happened these days.

Instead of taking his obvious bait, you offered a sweet smile, “I’ll go get you another waitress. And when you’re ready to order she’ll help you.” You tucked your notepad into the pocket of your apron. “I have other tables to attend to. Excuse me.”

After a quick bow, you left his table. He didn’t stop you either with another strange question or observation.

This was going to be a long day. But you couldn’t help the secret grin tugging at your lips as you entered the kitchen.

“Heh.”

“And where is the curse now?”

The human man, Geto never bothered to learn his name, swallowed nervously, “It was at the hospital for awhile and then, well, we lost it for a second—but we managed to track it down to a local café. Since then, the curse hasn’t left.”

Geto hummed and stood from the altar, “Any sorcerers?”

“One found it. But updates have told me neither of them have left the café yet.”

The curse was elusive, Geto figured. A month ago was the first time he received word about it. There were many bodies left in its wake, so it sounded like they were quite the powerful curse. A special grade, perhaps.

It’s just that no one has managed to catch a glance of it. But apparently, it was attached to a human girl.

Simple enough.

“Bring Larue. We’re taking a small trip.” Geto smiled passively at the man. “You’re of no use to me anymore.”

He should’ve sent Larue in the first place instead of this monkey. A mistake he would not make again. While yes, the human could see curses, he was still of little use to Geto-sama. Plus, he was slightly irritated that he nearly lost the curse.

That deserved some form of punishment.

Geto sent him another smile, “Why don’t I award you accordingly?”

A curse appeared next to him, startling the human into a frightful scream as he stumbled off and ran.

“Make sure to go and find Larue for me whenever you can!” Geto called happily as the man kept screaming further into one of the temple corridors.

After a moment, he dusted his robes off and sighed, “Alright then. Time to get to work.”

“Huh, I thought you’d last longer.”

You mumbled as your kagune tore straight through the sorcerer’s abdomen and pinned him against the now scarlet-stained wall. By now you were sure that all the coffee was filled with drips of blood from all the deathly pale customers and former co-workers. How unfortunate.

The sorcerer didn’t respond or move. At this point, you were talking to a corpse.

“Aw, man! Now I have to get a whole new job.” You pouted, letting the body drop to the floor with the rest. “You see what you made me do? Could’ve left me be, serving gross-ass coffee. But you just had to play hero—not a very good one—but a hero, nonetheless.”

You allowed your kagune to retreat into your spine and get off the front counter. “Now how should I paint this canvas? Leave you all as is? Let the humans believe this to be a random homicide?” You stuck your tongue out, “Bleh, boring!” You knelt in front of the dead sorcerer and found yourself giggling as if he told you a joke, "Or maybe you killed them all and then yourself. Yeah, seems fitting. Sure to keep the rest of your kind off my back for a little bit. Including the humans.”

With that, you nodded to yourself and hummed a catchy tune to yourself as you went to grab a knife from the kitchen. After dancing to the song in your head, you stabbed the sorcerer in the abdomen multiple times until it was coated in his blood.

The whiff of the blood was delicious and you couldn’t help but get a few licks before putting the knife in his limp hand.

For a moment, you remained crouched in front of him. Staring straight at this corpse. Wondering when you became so used to the blood. To finding flesh so delicious.

Guess you couldn’t help who you were in the end.

Was it sad? Was it relieving?

You couldn’t say.

With a sigh, you stood, instantly catching movement in the reflection of the café front window.

“Hi, there.”

You barely had time to turn and see who else was in the café with you.

It felt as if an invisible chain yanked you back.

And everything turned black. Though, you weren’t unconscious.

And here entered the hellish part of the day.

Perhaps it wasn’t simple.

When Geto saw the curse for himself, he originally, only saw a human. But upon further inspection, he saw it. That cursed spirit. It was just hidden by that human cover.

Was it inside of the human? Was it even attached?

Or was the human the curse?

Either way, he was able to capture it and swallow it down like all the others.

The taste was strange though. Putrid like the rest but there was a sweetness to it. It was a pleasant surprise. Apart of him wished he could taste her all over again. The type of sweetness that was addicting. What a nasty drug.

It was definitely a special grade. That much was clear.

Useful. He needed power like this on his side. He was lucky to have caught it first before those sorcerers could.

Well, technically the dead sorcerer did find it first but didn’t have much time to exorcise it. Clearly.

He chuckled at the scene before him, “Well, aren’t you a gruesome little thing.”

And it was his to claim.

Proud of his recent accomplishment, he and Larue went back to the temple with more work awaiting them, well for Geto mostly.

“They’re all waiting for you, sir.” One of his followers informed him.

Next to him, Larue grinned, “Another speech tonight, Geto-sama?”

“That’s where I do my work best.” Geto smiled with a nod as he walked to the main room.

Upon entering, dozens of followers left from the Time Vessel Association got on their knees and pressed their foreheads to the matted floor.

“We live in a disease. Sickness everywhere we look.” Geto took his seat at the altar, brushing out his robes. “And it is our job to get rid of it. To clean this world of monkeys. And I recognize that many of you are hungry for that. But all followers must be guided in the right direction.” His smile grew as they kept their heads down. None of them dared to look him in the eyes as he spoke. They respected him. They adored him.

It’s what he deserved.

“You all obey me now if you wish to live and see the world we create.” No one objected to this. Larue stood further at the back with a proud smile. “Do you trust me to lead you all without question? If not—”

It’s as if for a short moment, he wasn’t in control of his body. His stomach twisted into painful knots, and his throat both retracted and tightened until he finally lurched forward and retched the ball with the curse out onto the matted floor.

“Geto-sama!”

That had to be Larue’s voice. But Geto couldn’t hear much of him. Not with a bleary mind, dazed in confusion and shock.

Yes, in the past he had vomited after swallowing curses. But they never came back up.

What the hell?

You weren’t sure where you’d end up after scaping but you sure as hell wasn’t expecting to be standing before a bunch of people, bowing but staring at you in utter shock and delicious fear.

Of course, you were still pissed about being captured but your lips lifted upward into a smirk at the sight. That is until your eyes caught on an old insignia on the wall.

The symbol for the Time Vessel Association.

You scoffed, “You guys never give up, huh?” You wiped the leftover blood off your lips and grinned, “Can’t even let it go after almost three years? That’s fine, I guess. More food for me.”

In your mouth, your canines began to ache just as your eyes locked on one of the men. Frozen in fear at the sight of you. Looking like he was just about ready to run out of there.

“Excuse me.”

The voice rang in your ears. Coming from behind you like at the café. Lazily, you glanced over your shoulder only to be met with the last person you ever expected to see.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t eat my loyal followers.”

You didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was longer, and he wore a kasaya over his black robes—but his smile was the same, just with something a lot more sinister.

“Hey,” You mused with a raised brows, “You killed me last year. And took my girls.”

He stared at you too—you were sure he recognized you too with the subtle look of familiarity flashing in his eyes.

Of course, he recognized you.

The sweet store clerk from that village. The non-sorcerer that had made him falter back then—only by a little.

His conviction about it had been long resolved though. To him, you were just like the rest of them. A monkey.

Although, you looked quite different with blood tattooed onto your face, clothes, and body. Wearing it proudly like a second skin.

Showing little reaction to recognizing you was easy.

But it was the way you said ‘my girls’ that made his fingers twitch and his smile become stiff.

“Larue. The meeting’s ending early. Please, escort everyone out. Some important matters that need tending to.”

After the man, Larue, gave you one last cautious stare—you didn’t bother sparing him a look—he led the rest of the group out of the room. Leaving only you and this man. A cult leader if you had to guess.

“I didn’t think you were close with the girls.” He mused as he began circling you, brown eyes staring intently at every part of your body. Almost as if he were looking for something.

“Yeah? How could you after you killed me?” You threw back easily, unmoving from your spot as you let him circle you. It was a little game, you thought. You would pretend to be the prey while you let him be the predator. “Didn’t leave me much room to say anything more either. Not with your—you still on that whole killing humans shit?”

You heard him chuckle faintly behind you, “Yes, I am.”

“Mmm. How quirky of you.”

He appeared in your vision, stopping before you with his hands tucked behind his back. The way he moved was elegant like he was acutely aware of his body and those near it. “I hate to break it to you but they’ve long forgotten about you,” His smirk grew, eyes gleaming as he watched your reaction—or rather something else, you remembered he always did that when the two of you first met. “I made sure of that.”

Of course, he still wanted some reaction from you but it didn’t help that he naturally had the face of a liar—even more now than back then—so you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

The man’s—whom you still had yet to learn the name of—smirk never wavered but he still kept staring. Right through you. “You wouldn’t be meeting them, unfortunately. Not when I’m done with you.”

“Ooh.” A grin left your lips as he continued circling you. “Done with me, huh? By a girl dinner first.” He hummed from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, having to look up only a little to see his face. Your voice was slow when you asked, “What do you plan to do to me?”

There was a chuckle as he slipped from behind you to appear in front of you once more. “So are you a vengeful spirit? I don’t particularly have time for a random human to be haunting me. I’d just kill you and be done with it.” You tilted your head but didn’t respond. Nor did he look for one. “Or you could just be a simple cursed spirit, but then there’s the question of your cursed energy. It certainly isn’t similar to a cursed spirit. And considering none of the ones I capture come back up, I’d have to cross that possibility off my list.”

“You’re talking a lot more than last time.” You pointed out, watching him curiously. He was dangerously close. And you were all too ready, all too hungry for this.

“Or,”

He continued as if you hadn’t said anything. His eyes still searching, a neutral smile playing on his face.

“Ah yes, now I see. The curse could be attached to you. A cursed human. Now how did your filthy monkey hands get a hold of this curse—”

He was close enough by then. That was his first mistake.

You snatched his neck and slammed him down onto the steps of the altar in a matter of seconds, completely taking the man off guard.

Now you straddled his waist, gripping his neck with both your hands as you laughed with wide ghoul-like eyes. His larger hand gripped your wrist, trying to free himself from your otherwise ungodly strength, his own eyes widening slightly when a red glimmer shot out of your back, sharpening to a point where it was pointed directly at his forehead.

“Who the hell do you think you are, huh?! Some god? Could’ve fooled me! Hey, why don’t we have a rematch? Maybe this time it’ll be a fair fucking fight!”

In a blink, something heavy snatched you up and swallowed you whole.

Geto sat up, rubbing his now sore neck as his curse flung around the room and landed on the ceiling, swallowing you.

“Heh,” He grunted out as he got to his feet.

Maybe he was pissed. Maybe he was intrigued. Maybe a little bit of both. Fortunately, none of his followers were in the room. Imagine they saw you manhandling him with ease like that. What leader would that make him? How could he appear weak like that in front of them?

But that didn’t stop the growing grin tugging at his lips. This was a completely different person compared to the human he met at the store—if you were even human at all. You had been so nice, and sweet—your smile so genuine. And now? Maybe death changed you. Maybe you were a cursed human.

Maybe you’ve always been like this.

“You’re not going to make this any easier on me, are you?” He sighed as he stepped off the altar, glancing toward his curse who still stuck to the ceiling. Watching him patiently. “I was going to offer to kill you quickly and then take the curse, but I see now you don’t deserve my mercy. I could have saved you. Maybe you should’ve stayed dead—either way, I’m going to enjoy having your cursed spirit under my control. It’s useful. Powerful. Something you monkeys lack—”

His curse exploded. Bits of it’s skin falling. Blood spilled onto the floor.

And a blurred object flying toward him at an ungodly speed.

Geto barely dodged you as he jumped out of the way.

You left a large hole in the floor when you landed where the man had been standing. Now your kagune was out and gleaming, hungry, and simmering with rage just as your blood was.

The man landed a few feet away from you, black holes appearing at his side with more curses spilling out of them. You grinned at this and stood straighter at the altar.

You looking down on him. Just as he had done with his followers.

Geto tried not to react at that. Tried not to show how pissed he truly was.

But you noticed it of course.

It made your grin follow into a laugh as you sunk easily into your fighting stance.

“You done spittin’ that narcissistic shit, yet?” You called amusingly. “Or are you ready for that rematch now?”

“That’s enough out of you.” He now didn’t look so amused as his cursed spirits launched themselves at you at once. “That curse does not belong to you. I believe it’s time you hand it over to me now.”

You allowed the two cursed spirits to get as close as possible before dashing from the altar and ending up in front of the man with a sickening sweet smile.

“Make me.”

But he didn’t lean away, your noses practically touching. He matched your grin, white teeth glistening in the dimly lit room.

“Gladly.”

More curses came flying at you. Some large and others small. You dodged and killed the smaller ones. The larger ones were a lot more difficult to get through. Truthfully, you didn’t know much of your limit to your strength or speed since you spent most of your life trying to suppress it all, but it seemed you were able to keep up anyway, coupled with your skills in martial arts.

And it seemed he was using the curses to keep you distracted long enough until he could get up close himself. His arms wrapped around you from behind, restricting you as a flying curse was zooming toward you, its beak wide open and ready to take your head.

“Comfortable?” He whispered in your ear, his chuckle tickling the lobe. “Is this what you wanted when we first met in that store? To be this close?”

You grinned and leaned back into him just a bit, “Your such a tease.”

With that, you smashed the back of your head into his face, forcing him to let you go as you spun and kicked him hard enough that he flew.

Fortunately for him, one of his curses caught him and another smashed into you, throwing you across the room. You quickly tore through it with your kagune and leaped back up to your feet just as he came at you.

His combat style was fast and far more experienced than you were, but you managed to keep up. You managed to land in a few jabs of your own until one of his curses took you down again.

You threw it off and spat out a mixture of spit and blood, “Cheater.”

“Like you’ve been playing fair.” He scoffed, rubbing his jaw from the last blow you had given him.

“Try not throwing your stupid curses at me and fight me yourself.” You challenged, jumping to your feet. “I can’t be the only one making the first moves here.”

Just as you said that you tackled him into the damaged altar stairs, straddling his lap again, tugging his hair so he was looking up at you, “Comfortable?”

He was staring up at you again, this time with visible interest, “You’re not human, are you?”

You rolled your eyes and let his hair go but kept your legs straddled at his waist, “What gave that away?”

“Are you done with your little show now?” He asked with a lazy smirk now on his face.

There was movement in the corner of your eye and you glared, “I swear to go if another one of your stupid curses—”

Another one slammed into you and threw you into a wall. “Asshole!” You grunted, holding your shoulder as you dodged another attack from the curse, “Play fair!”

The cheeky bastard grinned, “Make me.”

Your kagune came out. It was like a tail, almost. An extra limp that was a part of your body but hidden. It swished around, cautiously waiting for your command. Waiting for your next target.

The both of you were bruised and bloodied, surrounded by curses, but neither ready to back down just yet. You wondered how long the two of you would keep at this. Which one of you would eventually give in? Which one of you would die? Is that his end goal here? To still kill you?

Well, with the way the curses and him surrounded you, the latter seemed more possible with each passing second.

That didn’t mean you were ready to give in. Not like last time. Not like that night in the temple. The two of you stared at each other with silent challenge. He was back on the altar as if expecting you to bow down. Like you were supposed to submit like his little followers. He hid it well back then.

Only this time, there was a subtle look across his face. One he didn’t bother to hide.

He was hesitating.

Now was your chance to—

The doors behind you swung open behind you and a call of your name screamed desperately as a smaller body crashed into your back.

Your first instinct was to attack, to direct your kagune at the newcomer. Only when you felt smaller arms wrap around your waist from behind, you faltered.

Now you were hesitating.

Another body came at you at the front, just as small as the other one.

Nanako looked up at you with wide teary eyes, “Don’t hurt him! Please! We don’t want you to get hurt!”

Through your shock, you were a little offended. If they took one look at him, they’d see that you were managing just fine. But you didn’t voice that out loud. Instead, you allowed your kagune to disappear.

“We thought you were dead.” Mimiko whimpered from behind you, her hold tightening. “When Nanako said she heard your voice, I didn’t believe her. But you’re here! And we don’t want you to go!”

“Please don’t leave us again.” Nanako buried her face into your stomach, her voice becoming muffled. Silent tears were falling down your cheeks as you knelt to their height. “Please, please, please, don’t leave.”

“Okay,” You whispered to her, allowing Mimiko to come around and hug you from the front as well. You wrapped your arms tightly around them, ignoring how most of the curses that had surrounded you had disappeared. Ignoring how easily you melted in front of your girls. Ignoring how much your heart had been missing a void up until now. Ignoring how he watched the three of you intensely from the altar. “Okay, okay, I won’t leave. I’m right here.”

Mimiko pressed her cheek against yours, “Promise?”

You chuckled shakily, realizing how much you were trembling as you held them. “Yeah, I promise.”

“Okay, well, we have to pinky promise on it,” Nanako said pulling back a bit as she wiped her tears on her hoodie sleeve. “We kept our promise. Now it’s your turn.”

Nanako held out her pinky which you took instantly. Mimiko lifted her head from your shoulder and joined her pinky with yours. You allowed them to fight over covering your much longer pinky with their little ones, earning small giggles from the girls.

Geto watched the interaction, silently.

The girls never approached anyone other than Geto himself. Not even the people he trusts the most, the girls weren’t as comfortable as they were with him.

He didn’t doubt the girls' adoration for him. Not one bit. They were his.

But perhaps he saw why they were also equally yours.

Mimiko and Nanako weren’t secretive about their relationship with you, even after they thought you had died—like he told them. They always spoke fondly of you, despite knowing you for only a short amount of time. Still, in that short time, they experienced the most kindness they had ever received.

He remembered you freeing them from the cage. He remembered your protective stance when he appeared to you at the temple. He remembered the distraught look on your face when the girls willingly went with him. It wasn’t betrayal. It was sadness mixed with the simmering rage that was directed at him.

You weren’t human.

That much was clear.

You weren’t entirely a curse spirit either.

Probably more human than curse.

Geto wasn’t too sure how to feel about that yet.

Not yet anyway.

The girls were now in front of him, staring up at him with big pleading eyes. They didn’t have to say it with words.

They wanted you back into their lives. Now that you were here and alive, they wanted you. Just as much as they wanted to be by Geto’s side.

Then there was the fact that he didn’t want to kill you anymore—which was oddly unsettling for him. Technically, you weren’t human. But there was still so much to uncover about you.

And your power was useful. He couldn’t kill something like that.

He was smiling at you again. That passive one. The one that was meant as a warning as he approached you with the girls following in tow behind him.

“I don’t believe we’ve formally introduced ourselves.” You raised a brow as he leaned forward, your faces now inches apart. “You can call me Geto-sama.”

You didn’t utter your name, but he said yours with ease. Falling off his tongue in his deep and smooth voice.

“The girls told me so much about you.”

“Geto, huh?” You mumbled when the last curse sunk away.

“My followers refer to me as Geto-sama, yes.” He nodded, the smile remaining on his face.

It was annoying.

You sent him a grin, “I’m not one of your followers. Geto.”

Ever so slightly, you could see the subtle twitch in his brow. And at that, your grin grew.

Mimiko was the one to speak next, “Can we keep her?”

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