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Slow & Steady [P9] (FINAL PART)[Sabo x f!reader] (+ 1 8 )

A/N : Hello. Sorry for not posting in so long. This is the final chapter to my fanfiction. This was a long long ride for me. I have been in a bad head space lately, struggling with depression and my mental health. This is very emotional for me as this is the last chapter to this fanfiction and first work I ever finish. Thanks for everyone that read and followed this story. Thanks for your love and support. Thanks for making me want to write and continue writing. I hope that you will like this end.

Length: 8k

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CW: n s f w / s m u t

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Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ? That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way.

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It felt as if the ground had crumbled right under your feet. You felt struck at once by a nauseating feeling. Knot in your stomach, fingers trembling at the sight, eyes looking away in repugnance.

“Go on and kiss her!” Nami shouted and her words resonated in your head like a record.

Anger rushed through your veins. It was impossible to hide your distress at this point, you were being pushed to your limits. The music around was nothing more but a deafening hussle to your ears. The fluorescent lights blinded your vision as you felt sensory overload from everything that was going on around, and especially from your jambled feelings inside. Your face had grown pale and it seemed that you were going to faint at any given second. It happened so fast that no one had the time to say anything, as you were in a big group and you were now far from being the centre of attention. But it didn’t last long, as words roused from your lips like bullets.

“Enough.” You exclaimed, a harsh note of repugnance in your voice. “I’m done with this stupid game. I’m out.” If looks could kill, you would’ve been considered a criminal already, judging by the poisonous arrows that you threw to the surprised faces. The androgynous man sitting next to you almost placed a worried hand on yours when the ginger held his sleeve to stop his movement. Your fingers tightened around your purse, escaping from the crowd, almost running to find some peace on the balcony. It seemed for a second that the clicking of your heels was to be heard over the music, like the rhythmic strikes of a whip.

You inhaled a big gulp of air, leaning against the wrought iron, your hands literally holding so tight as if you would’ve fallen had you let it go. Your lungs desperately welcomed the breeze of the night, greedily, your chest heaving frantically as tears seemed to force themselves on you. Don’t cry, you commanded. You couldn’t let yourself display your weakness so openly. You didn’t want to be that girl. So you swallowed your anger and pushed back your tears, trying to repress what seemed like the start of a panic attack. You tried to chase his ghost off of your mind, but it seemed impossible. Your trembling fingers reached for the golden purse, opening it to search for your cigarette pack—unopened. You took one with an unsteady hand, trying to light it up but failing. You cursed under your breath at the sight of your manicured fingers—burgundy. Fuck that color.

Yes, fuck it, and fuck that same man that was sporting it. That same man that was still fixing your now empty seat in a semblant of disbelief.

“It took her way longer than I’d expected.” Nami took a look at her wristwatch, lips curling into a mischievous smile. Vivi sighed as she pressed herself a little more against her girlfriend. “You’re so cruel! It wasn’t a part of the plan.” She protested under some surprised gazes. Koala rolled her eyes before pushing the blond, urging him to stand up.

“What are you waiting for? Go after her. Go!” She ordered with a note of annoyance in her high-pitched voice. The blond frowned, placing his hat on the girl’s lap. “We’ll have a talk later.” Koala rarely saw his eyes stained with that shade of anger. “You,” he stated, his voice conveying a threat as he pointed a gloved finger from Koala to Ace, “and you”.

He saw red, he hated to have anyone get in his way, in his carefully thought out plan. He didn’t think that things would go this way, yet his curiosity got the best of him. Of course, he could’ve stopped things, he could’ve pushed away the ginger, he could’ve come to you and asked you for a dance. But seeing you dance with another man was a sight that he wasn’t prepared for. Even though he knew your motives, he needed confirmation. Jealousy and possessiveness were dangerous components of love, one drop over the limit and it would ruin a perfectly measured potion, turning it into a lethal poison. He knew it, because he was well acquainted with jealousy.

His eyes lingered on your naked back. And for a moment, it seemed to him that he shouldn’t break your silence. How cruel was it of him to find you beautiful even in that state. He was moved by a desire to embrace you from behind, to reassure you, to kiss you even, but he knew that you weren’t his, not yet. The dance had only started.

You turned on him a face tinted with perplexity when you heard him call your name. His voice sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t want to even look at him and yet, you turned around so fast that you could have sprained your neck, how ironic. You were angry and it was written all over your features. You tightened your grip on your purse as if trying to contain the anger. Your eyes met his and you felt as if you were about to break into tears but instead, the sadness got overwashed by a new wave of ire. You wanted to hate him in that moment, to hate the way his slicked back blond hair made him look so majestic, to hate how burgundy complemented his complexion so well, and the way air swayed his minty perfume in your direction in spite of you.

You wanted to tell him to fuck off, but instead, four little words pushed themselves through your lips.

“Did you kiss her?” You asked with severity in your voice.

“I didn’t.” He answered as fast as you had asked. You felt relieved, fists unclenching instinctively. “Why are you asking?” He continued as he stepped closer to you, slowly, carefully, as if he was taming a wild animal. You averted your gaze only to fixate it on him once again in a display of irony and disbelief. You grimaced at the question, raising your eyebrows lightly, lips forming a semblance of an ironic smile. “Are you for real?” Aggression came naturally to you. Every word he spoke made you feel as if he had taken you for a fool during the whole night. You were the one to walk towards him this time, plunging your irises into his. Your eyes didn’t even display the shadow of a fear. And it struck him to see a different version of you, of a girl that finally chose to confront instead of burying her head in the ground. He parted his lips to talk but you outpaced him.

“Oh, screw it. Screw you and your games. Playing hard to get? Think I didn’t see it, your little game?” You marked a pause then resumed, ”Slow... and steady... Aren’t you underestimating me a bit? We’ve known each other for years. Even though I thought that I saw something very different in you... I see it clearly now... It’s going too far. I have to tell you that the last move was definitely off beat.”

You disengaged your eyes from his and pushed him lightly before exiting the balcony at once. Something about this scene seemed ironic to him, how the roles were reversed and how he felt like a Romeo chasing after his Juliet. And yet, he felt like he had indeed made a misstep, and it bothered him greatly. He should have taken things into his hands. But he had no time to think further of it as he followed suit. By the frame of the door that led to the balcony, Ace was watching the whole scene, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Woow, that was fierce.” He commented when Sabo got to him. The blond didn’t pay much attention to his brother, only granting him a death stare. His fingers snatched the glass off his hand and he drank its contents in one gulp before resuming his chase through the dancing crowd.

You wanted to get away from him, the emotions of the night and alcohol were making you irritable and you were scared of what you could say or do if he kept standing there right in front of you. You needed to collect yourself, your thoughts, to get a good night’s sleep and then maybe you could have a conversation. Did you escape? Yes. But you were proud as you didn’t want to collapse into pieces right before his eyes. You had some pride left in you. You slipped into one of the vacant rooms of the castle. It was dim and the darkness seemed to calm down your temper. The room was empty, it seemed like a study, when you flicked on the light switch chandeliers lit up the room with subdued light that your dress reflected like golden ingots. For a second you closed your eyes, revelling in the incense smell that was still emanating from the censer. Your peace of mind didn’t last too long as Sabo entered the room, resolved to pursue the conversation.

His eyes sought yours and it was enough for you to lose the drop of peace that you’d gathered in the last few minutes. You mechanically drew back with every step he took towards you.

“What do you want?” Your voice, although shaking, sounded firm and sharp.

“Let me explain.” His own tone contrasted with yours, careful and calm.

“What is there to explain? I don’t want to have a conversation right now.”

Out of all the things he could’ve said and done, he whispered “calm down” to you and it was enough to light up your fire. You knew that it was the point of no return, that you couldn’t keep it inside for longer. So fuck it, if he wanted an honest talk, he was going to have it all, the good, the bad and the ugly.

“Why are you coming after me? Leave me alone. I can’t take it anymore, I’m losing my mind and acting immature, making a fool out of myself in front of everyone! If you don’t want me then get away from me. I can’t handle one more heartbreak. I can’t keep up with the desire of being close to you and the pain of seeing you away from me. What do you want me to do or say? I feel so childish and stupid. I can’t handle seeing you so close to another girl. But who am I to talk? We’re best friends. Just best friends, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t be acting this way... So now please get away from me if you’re going to play such games.”

If you seemed strong and firm earlier, your facade started cracking and you were now running on raw emotion. He placed a hand on his forehead, tilting his head back in a display of annoyance at your over dramatic words. He then took his hand away and his eyes glowed with the same exact glimmer, showing you for a mere second that ‘different’ Sabo that you always caught a glimpse of here and there.

“Dear lord, shut up. Just shut up.” And he closed the distance between both your bodies, trapping you against the baroque desk. Before you even could get a hold of the situation, his lips connected with yours. But it wasn’t a tender kiss, rather a violent, angry one. It was his lips to shut you up, to stop that stream of nonsense you were spurting, making him lose his temper and his patience altogether. You wanted him to speed the pace? Well, good then, because he was also getting extremely frustrated with the slow pacing. Your hands helplessly tried to reach out for the wooden surface, papers scraping and pens falling to the ground as you desperately fought to keep your balance. Your senses were completely intoxicated, by the way you could inhale his enchanting scent as you kissed his lips, the way his body was pressed against yours, awakening your own, making you tremble from anticipation. You felt overwhelmed, after all, you have yearned for this moment both consciously and unconsciously, and now your desire was granted, but would you be able to handle it? To handle the way his perfectly gloved hand gently choked your exposed neck as his teeth nibbled on your lower lip, the way his leg found its way between yours, the way his eyes dripped with lust and sensuality whenever he opened them between two kisses.

No, definitely not, it was too much. And for a moment you morphed into a complete mess, hands placed on his chest, pushing him away when your averted gaze begged for more.

“Sabo. You fucking idiot.” You insulted him but right in this moment it sounded more like a plea.

“I knew what I wanted from the start. It’s you that didn’t know, I just gave you a little push in the right direction.”

“A little push? You fucking messed me up. Couldn’t think of anything but you. Couldn’t do anything without you popping in my mind. Sadness, anger, lust... love? All at once, it was unbearable. Make it stop. I want to be honest with myself and my feelings. But it’s so hard.” You spoke so fast that you needed a moment to catch your breath, turning your face away from him. He secured his hand on the small of your back, bringing you closer to his body in a sharp move.

“The choice was yours from the beginning. I’ve always been here. Just waiting for you to make up your mind.” He held your hand up, pressing his lips against your knuckles. “I’ve always been yours. Always.”

Your heart constricted in your chest as you drank in his words. You felt immature and childish, after all, he was the one to hurt all this time. How could he handle it? How could he stand seeing you in someone’s arms? How was he able to hold it in for all that time? One week and you were already going crazy, already crying like a child under all the pressure and conflicting feelings. His words felt like a soft balm on your wounded heart. And you needed more.

“I want to know, then. I want to know what you think and what you feel.” You shyly connected your gaze with his in a faint display of courage. “I want to know what you were hiding all this time, here.” You slid your hand from his to rest it on his chest. And it felt burning through the fabric of his shirt. You could feel his heart beat so fast in his ribcage, it was almost painful to feel. “You never open up about your feelings, it makes me confused. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what’s happening in that head of yours. I want to get to know you. Not only as my best friend... I want more, way more.”

Your eyes were greedy, tears of anticipation glowing in their corners. He parted his lips to speak for a moment then shut them close once again. He didn’t mind being vocal about his feelings, but showing that vulnerable side of him to you meant that he was close to the unfolding of your seduction game and it filled him with anxiety and relief. Even in this moment, when he had you so fragile in front of him, completely at his mercy, he still had some fear of you not being ready for him. But screw it, as you said. The ‘play’ was reaching its conclusion, and it finally felt like the right moment to come clean about his feelings.

“I love you.” He said and you closed your eyes as if you were unable to handle it. Your heart fluttered at these words. He could’ve said ‘Fuck you’ and it would’ve sounded all the same. You could feel the way his voice so firm in appearance was actually broken and vulnerable.

“Is this what you want me to say? Alright then, I’ll tell you about everything.” You opened your eyes, fearing your own reflection in the abyss of his own. “I have loved you since the day I opened my eyes in the hospital.”

He knew that it sounded cheesy, he knew that it sounded too much, and he knew that it contrasted with his usual displays of controlled seduction. But he was going to be real and raw, he was going to show you the extent of his love, and how its intensity scared him at times. He resumed, eyes always connected with yours.

“You were the first person I saw. I can’t forget the way you smiled at me and how you reassured me. I can’t forget your kindness. When everyone hesitated to approach me because they didn’t know how to act anymore, you were there. You took my hand, you never let go. I think I fell in love the moment I saw you and I couldn’t take you off my mind since then.”

And this time he closed his own eyes, bringing your hand to his lips once again, pressing burning kisses on your skin. He had never been this vulnerable before and this sight confused you so much. You even forgot that you were boiling with anger only a few minutes ago. The same hand that wanted to slap him earlier wanted to caress his cheek just now.

“You made me feel like a phoenix, you felt like a salvation, I was reborn under your hands. I’ll never be thankful enough.” He brought your hand to the level of his left eye, against his scar. You shivered at the contact of the hardened skin. You always forgot about Sabo’s scar, you always forgot about that accident as if it had never happened. In fact, you had just acted true to yourself, you didn’t act out of pity or anything, it was the natural thing to do for you.

“You don’t have to thank me for that…” You chuckled. “A fucking phoenix? Whaa, you’re being so cheesy, Sabo.” Your voice was just a whisper, you felt yourself relax with every word he spoke. You needed these words, you needed reassurance.

“I thought it’s what you wanted to hear, angel.” He said as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I thought that you wanted to know how I felt to make up your mind. I’ve loved you for years, you never had any competition. It was all in your head.” He punctuated his words with two fingers tapping on your temple.

“It’s true, sometimes you’re a lot to handle. You can act reckless and immature. But your heart is pure and you’re gentle. You never fail to make me smile, and also to make me worry about you... What can I do? I guess I don’t like it easy.” A bitter smile stretched on his lips.

You placed your hand on his shirt, tugging on it desperately as you tried to hold your tears. It was too much to handle for you. You felt disarmed. You had never expected him to be so vocal about his feelings. You placed your other hand on his mouth.

“Enough! Stop. I’ve heard enough.” You averted your gaze once again, tears falling on your cheeks. It wasn’t tears of sadness. You were just submerged by the sudden burst of emotions, but you were the one to ask for it. As a simple response, he kissed the palm of your hand, a tender smile making its way to his lips. You loved him. There was no doubt anymore, you wanted to be with him, you wanted to be there for him, you wanted to be his, to lose yourself in him. You placed your cheek against his shoulder, relaxing as the minty scent took over your senses like an aphrodisiac.

“I love you too,” your voice was weak, barely audible, the obscurity seemed to conceal your insecurities, making it easier for you to pronounce the words that had been dancing on the tip of your tongue for the last few days. And suddenly, you felt relieved, as if a burden was lifted off your frail shoulders. “I love you, Sabo”, you repeated with tears still glimmering in your eyes, as if you needed him and your own self to hear it. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you cried.

Your nerves gave up on you at that time, you pulled away from his shoulder, gathering your courage and turned on him a face distorted in frustration and fear. What was the next step? What was the right thing to do now? You placed your heart in the palm of his hands and you were so scared to see it squished and thrown in the mud once again, not because of him, no, but because of your own behavior.

You were scared, terrified even, your trembling and icy fingers on each side of his face as you placed a kiss mixed with the taste of your tears on his parted lips.

“I’m scared,” you let out in a breath, lashes still connected together, not daring to open your eyes, “I fucking destroy everything I touch. You said it, I’m reckless, indecisive and immature. I kept carrying you away with me. I assumed shit about my ex, about you. I’m scared of my feelings, scared to have you leave me one day. I don’t want you to put up with this. I don’t want you to suffer because of me. But I’m selfish. I want you, I need you.”

He listened to you in silent fascination, watched you breaking right before him as he dipped in the depths of your insecurities and fears. Never have you ever been more vulnerable and honest in over five years of knowing each other. He smiled but not in amusement, he felt proud. His gloved hand rested on the nape of your neck as he leaned his forehead against yours, plunging his eyes as if reaching for your soul through them.

“Let me guide you then,” and yes, you were finally ready for him, ready to receive his love, ready to grow, ready to have a solid relationship. “All you had to do was to say these words.”

“I love you,” you repeated, your cheeks turning crimson and your breath shortening at the weight of those three little words.

“That’s right, I love you too. I always have. For years, I never stopped. I’ll never stop.” He kissed your shut eyelids as a last display of tenderness. You felt his arms hook under you with a swift move, lifting you over the desk, making a few objects and even a glass fall on the ground. You let out a little gasp of surprise as your hands clasped on the marble to keep balance.

“Sabo! What are you doing?”

“Didn’t you want me to speed up the pace?” he said, his head buried in the crook of your neck, nibbling on your skin. “Don’t you think that we waited long enough?” his voice, having the sensuality of a caress almost erased every attempt of resisting. And you said more to mark your embarrassment than to have him truly stop.

“We can’t do it here. Perona will lose her shit.”

“Fuck that.” He claimed your lips once again, and you whispered, looking at him through your intertwined lashes “Yeah, fuck that.”

“Good, being a good girl for the first time tonight.” He grinned and you coloured under his gaze, not used to him referring to you in this way. But it felt good and as though he had done it forever, you didn’t want him to stop. You bit your lower lip then rested your head on his shoulder.

“My god, I can’t believe we’re doing this…” He laced his fingers through your hair and murmured, “I’ve waited so long,” before lifting your head to look into his eyes. Your face flushed and you inquired “Are you even human? I couldn’t even wait for two weeks... Let me check...” Your trembling fingers undid the buttons of his black shirt. Your cold fingers contrasted with his burning skin. You placed a kiss on his collar bone, “Yes... seems like you’re human.”

“I’ve waited because it’s worth the wait,” he took off his gloves as he didn’t bear having the layer of leather deny him your touch, “and I was right to do so.” he traced a line from your neck to your exposed shoulder and you shivered under the sensuality of his touch.

“You’re so cheesy, fuck... I don’t know what to do anymore.” You hid your face behind your joined hands and he took them away slowly to look into your eyes once again.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to do anything, just let yourself go.” He slid the strap of your dress along your shoulder, giving him a glimpse of your cleavage.

“You’re so hot, stop saying such things, I’m not used to it.” You really didn’t know how to react, it was too much, and you were feeling these weird tingles in the pit of your stomach.

“I’ll never stop, shh, you don’t have to be so shy, may I?” His eyes were still hanging on the top of your dress. You nodded meekly, “I’m not shy. Fuck off.”

Your reaction made him scoff, you were reacting like a virgin and it was all too adorable. He had dreamt of this moment since the last time he touched you in the library. But this time it was different, you were entirely his.

“Bet you wouldn’t like it if I went away right now,” he slid off the other strap revealing your breasts. You lifted yourself lightly to slide it over your legs, now only wearing your black thongs and lace heels. You felt his heated gaze on your body and that made your heart beat even faster. Trying to ease up the tension, you started taking off his suit jacket. “You’re overdressed.” He threw the jacket on the chair then held your wrist moving it away from his body before burying his head in your chest. He placed a constellation of kisses on your breasts as you pressed him closer to you, circling your nipple with his tongue and pulling it between his lips. You moaned as you looked down, damn he really did smell good. You slid the shirt off, exploring his toned shoulders. With your index, you traced an imaginary line connecting a few beauty marks together. You gasped when you felt his fingers against your lacy thongs. “Sabo,” you whined and he lifted his head to connect his eyes with yours “Too fast?”, he asked, and you simply answered, “Huh, go on...” encouraging him with a caress on his hair.

It was endearing, how careful he was with you as if he was scared of rushing you or breaking you. His hand drew circles over the lacy fabric making you moan in ease. You slid off his open shirt, making it fall on the ground. He revelled in the way you squeezed your thighs around his hand to get more friction. He moved the fabric to the side, his middle finger teasing your slit in an up and down movement.

“You’re so wet already,” he whispered, aligning himself with your ear. You trembled at the thought of the nearness of your relief, but he ceased teasing your entrance and resumed his talk. “It makes me want to taste you”, he punctuated his words with a lick on the shell of your ear and your face heated up at the insinuation. His hand discreetly slid off your thong as he kissed your neck. He then pulled your legs up, positioning himself between them. Your gaze followed him with disbelief when he knelt down and the sight was almost too much for you to handle. You had never been in this position and it filled you with curiosity and embarrassment.

“You sure?” you asked.

He placed a kiss on your folds and answered, lips still brushing against you. “I have never been more sure.” And linking words and action, he ran his tongue along your outer lips. You shivered and placed an unsteady hand on his head.

“Fuck, you taste amazing, you look amazing.” And he looked up as he teased your entrance with his tongue. You blushed at the sight, thinking of how painful it must be for him to finally have you for himself. The way in which he swore between your legs only raised your arousal as you weren’t used to such a lack of self-restraint. The contrast with his usual composure made you feel special as you witnessed a part of him that best friends couldn’t access.

“You’re…” your voice morphed into a moan when he spread your lips and started circling your clit, “Oh fuck.” You held onto his blond locks tighter as you gave up on any incoherent thoughts that you were planning on saying. You moved your pelvis slightly, chasing your pleasure and his restless fingers were now teasing your entrance adding to the pleasure of his mouth against you. You were thankful for the music swallowing your loud moans and you threw your head backwards, abandoning yourself to him.

You felt so close to your release, and he guessed so from the way your legs shivered and fingers pulled at his hair. He connected his gaze with yours, smiling between your thighs with a charge of eroticism that you weren’t aware he could emanate. The thought of him so devoted to your pleasure, the sight of him kneeling right in front of you added to his experienced ministrations were enough to make you come against him all while shouting his name. A satisfied smile lined on his lips as he drank in the sight of you. His hand didn’t cease caressing your pussy, his tongue quick to tease your throbbing clit. You felt on the verge of tears as he didn’t give you a break to collect yourself. Yet, the feeling of being totally overwhelmed by pleasure was too tempting and you only whined and moaned, wanting him to stop yet needing him to keep going at the same time. Sabo wasn’t ignorant to the way your body reacted to his touch and it only made him more devoted to give you the good fuck you deserved.

You pulled on his hair forcing him to look up at you, embarrassed but blinded by your desire. “I need you inside of me now.” He gave one last kiss to your inner thigh before standing, caging your body against him. His hand sunk into the skin of your thigh and his lips brushed over yours before kissing them, “Anything for you, doll.��

You kissed him back. The thought of being discovered made your heart constrict at times, but the desire of having him inside of you dissipated any trace of fear. He locked his eyes with yours and caressed your hair before unbuckling his belt. He freed himself and pressed his tip against your wet folds. He felt you tense up between his arms and rested his forehead against yours as he teased your entrance.

“You tease…” you whispered as you pulled on his lower lip.

“Says who?” He grinned and pushed himself inside of you with one move. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait longer.” You dug your nails into the skin of his shoulders, your teeth tugged at your lower lip in a sad attempt to hold a cry of pain, slowly adjusting to his size.

Fuck, I’m getting railed by my best friend, who I thought was just some vanilla prude and stuck up boy. With his chill demeanour, being always put together, never cursing nor bringing up girls talk. I thought all he cared about was revolution, thought he would come as fast as he put it inside but turns out I was the one coming just by having him use his tongue on me, what’s wrong with me?

Something about the cruelty of these thoughts and the irony of the situation made you even more aroused. You felt yourself closer to nirvana with every calculated move. Each thrust only confirmed that he wasn’t some inexperienced man, that he knew how to please a woman. And for a moment, you felt almost jealous of every girl he held in his arms before you, and you cursed yourself for being blind to his charm till now. “Oh fuck, Sabo, don’t you ever stop.”

He smiled against your lips, his hand lifting your chin up to look into his eyes as he went in and out of you. Every whimper you made, every little sound made him twitch inside of you, snatching one more mewl from your lips.

“Haven’t I said it? That I’ll rock your world.” He shamelessly reminded you of words you have spoken when you were drunk. Ironic, isn’t it? It all started with a party, and here you were, having sex, at another party, minus you being drunk. He said he didn’t want you to forget how well he would have fucked you, but honestly, you doubted that you’d have forgotten had he done it during that night.

Waves of pleasure washed over you, bringing you to ecstasy. You let your head fall back, tightening around his cock. You recognized the music in the background, and you thanked drill beats for covering your moans and pleas. You simply couldn’t take it anymore, the look on his face, his scent, his teeth digging in your neck and hell, you didn’t care for the whole world to see.

“Make me come, baby.” You urged as you slid your hand in his golden locks, tightening your hold to mark the urgency of your request.

“Shhh,” the sound rolled off his lips like velvet, his thumb resting on your trembling lower lip as he drank in the sight of your lust-veiled face. He’d never get enough of the sight, he had to be careful or he would give it to you too easily. “Slower babydoll, seems like we need to teach you some patience.” He smiled as he withdrew out of you in an abrupt move. He relished in your expression morphing into one of distress and indignation. He couldn’t possibly…?

“You fucking…” Your voice lowered into a moan when you felt his index slide up and down your cunt. Tears of anticipation pearled at the corners of your eyes. “You ruined my orgasm.” You protested.

“It’s not ruined, I can make you come whenever I want.” His lips broke into a playful smile. He slid a finger inside of you. “The longer the chase, the higher the price.” He punctuated each word with a kiss on the side of your face. You hated to admit that you liked the thrill, that he was somehow right. You whined, your chest heaving up and down, waiting for his next move, pupils shot wide and whole body on alert.

“It’s confirmed, you’re a fucking psychopath.” You fought back.

“For some things, you just need the right amount of build up, you have to find the right pace.” He kept finger-fucking you as he spoke casually, as if he was lecturing you about your law lessons while you squirmed under his touch, your walls clenching, almost swallowing his fingers. “Too fast and the pleasure is ruined, rushed…” He resumed as he sped up his pace, almost bringing you to climax, then he stopped before continuing, a light vibration of want in his tone as the only give away for his burning desire “...Too slow and it's painful, almost boring...” Joining word and action, he slowed down, cruelly so, making you groan and claw his back. But he didn’t waver, his voice was still slow, steady. “You have to find the right pace, right, it's all a matter of tempo.” He grinned at the myriad of insults escaping your lips, you would’ve sworn that it was as if you were praising him.

“Sabo,” you leaned forward to claim his lips into a desperate kiss. You kissed him open-mouthly, chest crushed against his, you wanted him to be closer, you were already hooked, totally addicted to him. He kissed you just as violently, as it was your first and last kiss while losing his calculated composure. You couldn’t help but bite his lower lip out of frustration, making him grimace and pull away. You fluttered your lashes, linking your eyes with his when the kiss ended, a little too fast to your taste. “You’re driving me insane.” You whispered. His thumb wiped the blood off his lower lip then licked it, eyes not leaving yours even for one second, tantalizing.

“Say it again,” he caressed your cheek and you yielded in his touch. “I love you, I want you, Sabo. I want you right now.” You repeated, and he smiled “I like when you say my name.” And he liked it even more when you said it in this context, when your voice was trembling and coated in lust, it made him want to break you even more, but not today. Today he wanted to fuck you, yes, but he also wanted to make love to you.

“You’ve waited like a big girl. Proud of you angel.” He leaned in for a kiss before sliding inside of you once again, having you moan against his mouth. “You’re taking me so well,” he praised.

His praise made your face flush more, if that was even possible at this point. It was all indecent. You felt like a virgin between his arms, vulnerable, completely at his mercy. You craved him even more when he was inside of you, it wasn’t enough, you wanted more and more and more.

“Sabo, I’m so close.” You let yourself fall backwards, back against the table. Your arms were too tired to keep you balanced. He continued thrusting inside of you, getting nearer to his release. His fingers clasped around your neck, applying slight pressure as he leaned over you for a better look at your ecstatic expression.

“Now, come for me doll.” He encouraged. And you did so. The look on your face as well as the way in which you tightened and trembled around him was enough for him to come a few seconds after you, pulling out just in time, cursing under his breath.

“I don’t know why we waited for so long…” You said, trying to calm down your breath and smiling at him lovingly.

He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “Ask yourself.”

You giggled and lifted your body up to hug him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “Yeah, I guess I’m a bit slow….So...What does this make us?”

He coughed to give himself some composure. His fingers interlaced with yours. He took a ceremonious voice.

“(Y/N) (L/N), do you take me as your lawful partner in crime, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better and certainly for worse, for rich...” He stopped then added, “No, fuck the rich, for poorer, in war and in revolution, to love and cherish until death tears us apart?"

You raised your head to look at him and chuckled at his speech. You looked at your hands intertwined. At his mouth now partially covered with your lipstick, and you have never been so sure.

“I do.” you placed a kiss on his lips, then looked round the room. You got up, followed by his curious gaze, and took a wine bottle out of Mihawk’s cabinet. You then sat back on the table and looked as his smile widened. You opened the bottle and drank.

“I drink to our union, as a sign of my love and faithfulness. In the name of our youth, parties, alcohol, sex and revolution.”

“In the name of revolution, cheers.” He took the bottle from your hands and drank. You laughed, feeling the adrenaline pump in your veins.

“Go in peace with Karl Marx.” You added before bursting into a laugh. He quirked a brow, put the bottle on the table before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’m not a communist, you should at least know that I’m an anarchist if you’re going to be my girlfriend.”

“Stop being a nerd before I regret my decision and kiss the fucking bride.”

“It’s always my lips to shut you up.” He said, lips grazing yours once again. “You talk too much.”

“That’s what makes up my charm, I guess. It’s what you love about me.” You gave a delighted laugh and started cleaning yourself up. You held your soaked thong up and looked at him.

“Oops, looks like I won’t be needing these anymore...” You put your dress back on and started wiping his face with another tissue. “I have put my lipstick all over your face. It suits you better than it suits me though.” You noted.

“I can hardly imagine that. You totally stole the show today. What a shame that I didn’t get a dance.”

“You got more than a dance.” You smiled at the insinuation and helped him take back his jacket before the door opened abruptly. It was no one else but Nami, she seemed in a rush, and the music had suddenly stopped.

“Sorry to ruin your fun, but you have to get out of here. Mihawk is apparently coming back and Perona is losing her shit. I’d advise you two to get out of here if you want to stay alive and... Ah, congrats!”

She closed the door behind her and you exchanged curious looks with Sabo.

“What the hell just happened?” you asked.

“I have no idea, but something tells me that we should really get out of here.” He put back his jacket, shirt still open and took your hand in his. “Wait,” you said and took the wine bottle, “we’ll probably need it later.” You added, and followed his steps.

Everyone was circulating towards the gate of the castle, you held Sabo’s hand in yours tighter and ran. “What are you looking at? Fast, seems like he’s gonna be here at any second!”

“Wait, where is Luffy’s friend going?” Sabo added, pointing towards a certain grass-looking, green-haired modern-samurai kind of guy. He was walking in the opposite direction than everyone.

“We don’t have time to care about other people. Did you drive here?”

“Yes, think I have my keys. I didn’t drink too much so we’ll go to my place if you don’t mind.”

“Right, we have a ceremony to finish.” You said before laughing. Alcohol and the thrill of the situation were making you high on emotions.

You walked towards Sabo’s car, balancing yourself on his arm so you didn’t fall, you weren’t used to wearing such high heels. The night was charming, the moon was visible, veiled by a thin cloud-curtain.

“Will Ace be okay?” You asked as you let yourself sink in the car’s chair. He started off the vehicle and said. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Besides, he would’ve deserved it if he got caught.”

You nodded. “Yeah, he was a total pain in the ass tonight! I hope that Mihawk teaches him a good lesson. I feel bad for Perona though. She’s in for a bad moment. Whatever, we’ll see what happens tomorrow.”

You stayed quiet during the ride, if it wasn’t for the music playing on the radio. You felt a little flustered now that the adrenaline fell. You were now….A couple. You blushed at the thought and smiled like an idiot.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, smiling back at you through the mirror.

“Nothing! I was just thinking, it was a long ride.”

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You got into Sabo’s apartment and first thing you did was let yourself fall on the couch. You took off your heels and massaged your feet.

“Damn, these hurt. I will never wear them again.” You whined. “Come here.” you tapped the place next to you for your now boyfriend to sit, which he did. You put your head on his lap and looked at him as he turned the T.V on. You smiled once again and caressed his face with your hand.

“I bet that you’re a virgin, blondie. I bet that you’re gay, even. I won’t believe it unless you fuck me here and there.” You said, then burst out of laughter. He joined in your contagious laugh and put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What, have I not proven myself? Don’t you believe me yet?”

You pulled yourself up, positioning yourself in his lap and encircling his neck with both your arms. You fluttered your lashes in a theatrical way and smiled widely.

“No, I think that you have to prove it again and again and again, blondie.” You kissed the corner of his lips.

“Why do I have a déjà-vu? Also, beware what you wish for, doll, weren’t you the one begging earlier?” He said with a smug smile on his face.

“Earlier? Hmm... Can’t remember!” You playfully said and stuck your tongue out, teasing him. “Yeah, whatever,” you continued, “I was just kidding, I’m too tired. Let’s just watch a movie.” You laid back on the couch with your head on his lap and took the remote control off his hands, searching for a nice movie to watch. You then continued.

“It’s funny though, feels like everything went back to order... It started just this way... You and me, here on this couch... And it’s ending with us together, here again. It’s pretty ironic right?”

“It is,” he confirmed and started mindlessly caressing your hair, “Guess we had our happy ending. Everything feels right.”

“Yeah, but honestly, you should’ve just told me from the start, you know... That you... loved me.” You pretended to focus on the TV, still zapping through different channels. You wondered what would have happened, had he told you that he loved you from the start. Maybe you would have realized your feelings way earlier. Maybe it would have avoided you so many heart breaks. But was it really important now? We could rewrite the whole world with ‘what-ifs”.

“Yeah, I could’ve told you. But I didn’t want to risk losing you. You didn’t seem ready yet. Moreover, I like the slow and steady approach more.” He commented with a smile.

“Slow and steady my ass!” You laughed, “You should’ve just come to me years ago, trapped me against a wall and asked me out! I would have said yes.”

“You would have?” He smiled.

“Yeah.”

“Trapping you against a wall...Alright, I’ll keep that in mind then. Now move, I need to go take a shower.”

You held his waist tight from your position. “No, you stay, don’t leave me alone.” He got out of your grip with ease and held you bridal style in his arms.

“How about you come with me?” He asked.

“And the movie?” you protested.

“It can wait.”

“Alright then, you convinced me.” You said with a smile and stole a kiss off his lips. It surprised you how natural it felt, as if you had always been lovers.

Now, was love a matter of timing? Was it the fruit of meticulous calculations? Waiting to make the right move, to say the right words, to find the perfect opportunity?

Nah, after all, he didn’t think so. Love was a mixture of both, right opportunities and a hint of fate, and tonight your kisses had a taste of destiny.

Slow and steady might win the race, but fate will take however long it needs for things to fall into place.

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Any thoughts? a last word? :)

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#sabo x reader #slow & steady #sabo x you #one piece imagines #one piece fanfic #one piece x reader #sabo the revolutionary #revolutionary sabo #nami #vivi #mihawk #one piece x you #yamato #perona #ace #portgas d ace #portgas ace

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I'm honestly 1 straw away from barging into the comments section of the fic to rip cap a new one after reading your notes on the latest chapter. This is DISGUSTING. Imaging telling a genocide survivor it's their fault because they didn't do their responsibilities.

Along with the racism, sexism, and ableism. I think it's safe to say that Cap isn't just a bad writer but an asshole too. Because not once when writing this did he ever think "hey this may not be ok to write". I feel that he genuinely believes this stuff deep down.

Honestly I welcome the day the internet rips this fic apart.

(sorry if this may be harsh. I just love the lettuce fam alot and seeing this stuff be written down knowing how popular this fic is and how it's seen as cannon to many just fills me with rage)

Different nonnie: You know, I mostly just roll my eyes at the fic and enjoy the commentary. The fic rarely makes me truly angry. But WHAT THE FUCK.

Different nonnie: I could not even read through that last part with your notes. I’m just disgusted. Remember kiddies! If someone would rather protect their family than grovel at your feet they are irredeemable.

Lemme preface this with saying that I still don't condone going to the fic and leaving disparaging comments, and that I still try to maintain that since I don’t know Cap'n irl I can't make any sound moral judgements of his actual character.

What I can say with confidence, however, is that at the very least, his writing - intentionally or not - is some of the most genuinely morally repugnant I've seen written in a fanfiction that wasn't deliberately meant to be such (like in a dark!fic). The constant and consistent victim blaming of literal genocide survivors that not only never goes away, but will go on to somehow get even worse, is some of the most uncomfortable I've ever been reading a fic. And not because it was meant to make me feel that way, but precisely because it wasn't.

That anyone - let alone multiple people - can sit there with their full chests and say "yeah, genocide was kinda cringe, but the survivors of the genocide didn't react in the way that most benefited the race that genocided them! They didn't consider how their actions would affect specifically the protagonist and her friends when they made their choices a thousand years before these people were born! And really, maybe they had it coming with how they must have mistreated humans beforehand! Really, they're no better than the people that genocided them!" and mean that, in a positive connotation is just. Disgusting? Let's go with that. It's very disgusting.

And also, just. There’s like. A very strange and manipulative theme of “ignoring/shitting on someone until/unless they can be used to make yourself look better” that goes on from Woobiegard’s side of things. Sylvain’s suffering and his reaction to it as he sets off to kill his own older brother on the orders of his own father? Treated as an inconvenience to Woobiegard, until it can be used to distract from Dimitri’s rightful criticism of Woobiegard. Ingrid's father? Repeatedly and unendingly called misogynistic, awful, verbally abusive, until he can be used against Seteth, because Ingrid is “a daughter” and thus Seteth fighting against her to protect his own daughter is somehow hypocritical. Like liege like knight, I guess.

And just. The whole “If you REALLY cared about Rhea you’d stay by her side no matter what!” mentality is just. It says so much about the fic’s narrative. No, Seteth, actually, you should have endangered the life of your only daughter, because otherwise you aren’t completely and utterly loyal to your sister and thus you don’t actually care about your family. No, Byleth, actually, you should always stay by Woobiegard no matter what she does to you or your friends or to Fodlan, because otherwise you failed her and don’t deserve her love and you have to keep earning her love (ohhh ho ho can’t wait for THOSE notes to drop lmao). No, Black Eagles, actually, you should always center the world around you and your problems to the exclusion of everyone else, because otherwise you will all become emotionless husks who are all incapable of caring and loving yourselves. There’s this unnerving theme of absolutism, a completely stark black-and-white “if x then y” cause-and-effect where if you don’t do this morally questionable thing that has been presented as the One Good Moral Option With No Nuance Whatsoever, then you will suffer immensely with no question or way to stop it.

Like, this fic has had a lot - a lot - of problematic elements to it, but it��s when the Nabateans get involved that things take a nosedive. The racism goes from something that could be picked up but possibly explained away to “yeah no Woobiegard is feeling rage and disgust just from looking at Flayn explicitly because she is a Nabatean.” The victim blaming is ramped up to 11 billion, straight up saying that genocide survivors are on par with the people who committed genocide against them because Marianne Was Sad Too Once (because her ancestor was one of the people who directly benefited from said genocide and rightfully got fucked for doing so). Misandry is just straight up a character trait at this point, repeatedly physically assaulting Seteth whenever he dares step out of Ingrid’s line (and he’s not the only man who’s gotten or will get this sort of treatment - remember, in Chapter 36 Ingrid also threatened to use Luin against Sculptor Guy because he made her Mad and nothing else - but he’s the one where it’s portrayed as the most righteous that it happens).

If this were intentional, I’d applaud the fic for steadily building the moral bankruptcy from something that could maybe possibly be explained away if you’re being really generous (and/or naïve) to outright and blatant racism, sexism, religiophobia, etc. etc., because watching this shit slowly get worse and worse until the crescendo of “these genocide survivors are no better than their genociders,” “physically assaulting men who step out of women’s lines is morally righteous,” “looking at someone and feeling disgust and hatred due to them being a certain race is understandable because their race as a whole is to blame for the world’s problems” is like. Such an unnerving thing to read. But it. It like. Wasn’t intentional though. Everyone doing the horrific things is treated as a paragon of morality and goodness and righteousness, and their victims painted as their abusers, and it’s like. Played completely straight. So it’s like. Yeah I can definitely understand the anger

#ask #anon #exqueuese me princess #o captain my captain #like wow. WOW. it's indescribable how awful this fic is #its rhetoric is genuinely disgusting

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postvampirism · 2 years

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anne rice was racist? all I know about her is she made some vampire books but I've never read them

cw Antiblackness under the cut

Yes, she defended Paula Deen's racism and the shit she had to say about that was repugnant. She said that people rightfully calling Paula out were a "lynch mob" and defended her choice of those words btw. I dont think I need to explain why that was wildly inappropriate and antiblack. Also the white gay IWTV fans love to forget this but Louis was a plantation owner and if I remember right Lestat would feed off the slaves. Idc if it was meant as a ~metaphor~, she is a white woman who has no business doing that. Idc about the fanfiction shit or her works or her passing

#antiblackness #asks #white women love to just create racist vampire ocs

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wallgirl · 3 years

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The Little Nereid Part 8

Record of Ragnarok fanfiction

Poseidon x OC

Current word count: 22,000

Dynamene, youngest of the 50 Nereids, has lived most of her adolescence as a servant alongside her sisters at Poseidon’s palace. But with her coming-of-age birthday and other developments, what she initially thought was just admiration of her master blossoms into something stronger and more passionate… and painful.

Categories and warnings: Romance, angst, unrequited love, coming-of-age, earn-your-happy-ending, slow-burn (ish); no sexual content. There will be some graphic violence in the future.

Updated regularly, multiple times a week; will have about 14 parts total.

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Poseidon sat, tapping his fingers impatiently on the arms of his chair. He had returned to his rooms to await the arrival of his elder brother, who was, by force of habit, late. Hades was never on time to meetings that weren't urgent, and this evening was no different. He seemed to run on his own clock, and came and went on his own terms. Of course, Poseidon didn't care if he showed up either way. But if Hades was going to demand part of his day, the least he could do was be punctual.

His gaze drifted across the room to the glass doors that led to the balcony. The wind was still howling, causing enough of a stir that he could barely hear the crackling of the fireplace only a dozen feet away. His eyes narrowed in irritation. He hadn't willed the seas to be this way, so why did this storm persist? He curled his fingers into a fist with slow deliberation, commanding the wind to stop.

It made no difference, and the low roar continued.

He heard the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs that led to his quarters, and he rose his head with a sigh. It was about time.

Well, he hadn't heard the footsteps so much as felt them. Although the steps moved at a leisurely pace, each footfall contained a heavy, almost stifling energy; the signature of the god they belonged to. The flames of the fireplace wavered in response, and the wind outside finally began to quiet to a reasonable whisper.

The doors opened slowly, and his elder brother entered. Despite the weather outside, his clothes were still perfectly straight and poised; his hair was unruffled from its usual careful style. His expression was unhurried, almost casual, and Poseidon scowled in response.

"Now, Poseidon, is a face like that any way to greet your older brother?" Hades asked languidly as he approached.

"You come waltzing in here an hour after the agreed upon time, and you're worried about etiquette now?"

"Ah, such an abrasive response," Hades sighed, sliding onto the seat across from Poseidon. "So typical of you."

"Enough. What are you here for?" Poseidon demanded.

"I'll get straight to the point, then. I come on behalf of Hera, to help her make her case," Hades responded, indifferent to Poseidon's anger. He folded his hands before him, taking on a more serious tone. "I understand her last visit was trying for both of you."

"I ought to forbid her from entering the premises outright," Poseidon grumbled, looking away. "She only ever comes to nag anyways." His gaze returned to his brother. "But you never side with Hera on anything. Why do you come to do her dirty work now? Surely there's some other reason that you came."

"You're right," Hades admitted freely. "To be honest, I come, not on her behalf, but on the behalf of my beloved Persephone. You see, Hera went straight from your palace to mine the other day to rant about your unbecoming behavior. But Persephone's in the family way now, and Hera's visit - behavior, more precisely - alarmed her. I don't wish for a repeat performance, at least not until the baby's born, so I'm here to knock some sense into that oblivious head of yours." He smiled humorlessly.

Poseidon blinked, then he glared. That sentence hadn't ended the way he'd expected. "Knock some sense, huh?"

"Poseidon, you are thousands of years old, and you have had no lovers." Hades waved his hand lightly over the table, and two glasses and a cask of wine appeared. "There are only two possibilities: The first is that you experience attraction to no one and nothing, in which case you have my condolences. Romance is the headiest of pleasures." He carefully poured the wine into both glasses before rising his own to his lips for a slow sip. "The second is that you have, and you're too stupid and inexperienced to know what to do about it."

Poseidon's glare turned from one of irritation to one of malice. "What brave words, Hades."

Hades ignored his brother's veiled threat. "So which would it be, little brother?" He lowered his glass from his lips and stared at Poseidon over the rim. "The sooner you spit it out, the sooner we can smooth out this stupid feud with Hera and the sooner I can return to my wife and realm."

Poseidon stared at his untouched glass of wine. "I have desire for no one. I need no one. I will have no one."

"The waves tell me otherwise, brother." Hades retorted. "I understand a party of Nereids took leave of the palace earlier today. A little bird told me in particular that they left with the intention of removing one of their own from your influence."

Poseidon's gaze cut sharply back up to Hade's. "Does this little bird have a death wish? A desire to see just how deep the ocean trenches get?"

"Answer the unspoken question, Poseidon. What's going on between you and that sea-nymph?" Hades refilled his glass. "Did she offend you? Did you throw your trident at her when she messed up your morning tea? Or is there something else?"

Dynamene. Something in Poseidon's eyes stirred. "There was a time when I nearly did throw my trident at her." The words had left his mouth without his permission.

"Ah. A time you nearly did. But something's changed since then, hasn't it?" Hades smirked triumphantly. "I know you have a soft spot for the Nereids. That's why none of them have died in the thousand years they've served you. Has the other shoe finally dropped? Have you fallen for one of them?"

"The Nereids are smart enough to know their place, and I mine," Poseidon answered sharply. "We have no relationship. They serve me, and in return I allow them to live leisurely at my palace."

"That's what Hera said you told her," Hades sighed, crossing his legs. "Oh, well. I suppose it doesn't matter what comes out of your mouth now. The ocean grew stormy after that nymph left, and it hasn't toned down in the hours since." Hades finished his second glass of wine. "You can say what you like, but your defensive demeanor and the crashing waves outside say otherwise. Let me offer you some brotherly advice, as a more experienced man." Hades leaned closer, his eyes glinting. "Do not wait forever to make your move. Knowing you, I'm sure you've made enough missteps already. Don't make more."

"Missteps?" Poseidon had had enough of the insults. "And what experience, exactly, qualifies you to advise me?" He sneered. "Kidnapping a girl to force her to become your bride?"

"I got her, didn't I?" Hades retorted, unbothered by Poseidon's scathing words. "The woman of my dreams, who welcomes me home with affection and shares my bed at night. She's mine, and mine alone, because I was prepared to use any means necessary. If only Zeus hadn't gotten involved on Demeter's behalf..." He sighed. "I could've had her to myself every month of the year." He clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Poseidon huffed in disgust. "Barbaric. You disgust me. A god shouldn't have to force any woman to be their bride, let alone kidnap her."

"And yet here you sit, drowning in your own misery because the maiden you're besotted with might escape your grasp and you're too socially inept to make her yours." Hades smirked and rose to his feet. "Tell me this, Poseidon. You say we have no need of love, and that's true. We have no need of warmth, of pleasure, of sun and air, of the sea... As gods, we could sit in a vacuum forever and we'd be no worse off for it. But does that keep us from desiring those things?"

Poseidon didn't answer.

"Mhm. You know, if this is the nymph I was told it was, she is young and inexperienced. Naïve and oblivious in love. That's perfect, however, because so are you." Hades chuckled. "Let me know if you have need of a few pomegranate seeds in the future. Take care, little brother." Hades rose his empty glass to him in a toast before taking his leave.

Poseidon glowered at the door long after Hades had left. Disgusting. What a repugnant idea, that one should be so desperate for love that they would trap the object of their affections for eternity. It's pathetic. It's unbecoming for gods like us.

We have no need of love. None. We don't need it. It's unnecessary.

I don't want it. His clenched fists were shaking. I hate it.

He grabbed the cask of wine and threw it across the room. It exploded into splinters of wood on impact with the wall, blood-red wine bursting onto the floor. He stared at the liquid as it slowly bled across the floor, making its way to the tips of his boots.

I can't have it.

That nymph was annoying. He wished she'd just let him be. How had such a slight young girl embedded herself so deeply in his mind? She kept invading his thoughts now at every chance she got. He could see her wide sea-gray eyes even now, reflecting his own face back at him. He could hear the way her breath caught when he touched her, as if she was overwhelmed at such a slight gesture. And he remembered that feeling he got when she watched his lips, as if clinging to his every word. She was intoxicated just by his presence, and Poseidon didn't understand.

So many beings respected him, admired him, feared him. Whole worlds hinged on him and his actions. Sailors uttered prayers to him under their breath as they began their voyages. Merpeople presented him with offerings to ensure a peaceful and bountiful realm. Coastal cities did their best to appease him to protect their civilization from the ocean's wrath. He was a god, the pinnacle of existence.

But what was he, exactly, in Dynamene's eyes? Someone to be respected and admired, of course. She saw him as the perfect god he was, and she was smitten by it. But did she fear him? No. Why would she? He had had ample reason to execute her for spying on his meeting with Hera, and yet he hadn't. He had never harmed her or rejected her. He'd hardly even scolded her.

So, without fear holding her back, she continued to press his boundaries. She asked questions. She watched him unabashedly. She reached for his hand. She had embraced him.

He didn't want anyone else to know that side of her. He didn't want anyone else to be the focus of her attention. It belonged to him. Surely, as the tyrant of the seas, he was the only one worthy of it.

He pursed his lips. I don't need it; and yet...

I want it.

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Author's notes: Formatting will be fixed once I get on my laptop later.

Shorter part this time, but I wanted to keep the focus on the conversation between these two. It's important for getting into Poseidon's head. What a selfish, helpless man.

Hades! Or rather, my version of Hades. Who knows if this portrayal of him will hold up once we've seen more of his character in the manga.

I might go back and edit the text slightly later, but the vast majority of it will remain the same.

"In the family way" is an old-fashioned, polite way of saying a woman is pregnant.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok poseidon #poseidon #poseidon x oc #hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fanfiction

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fluoresensitivearchived · 3 years

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Scream just thought of all the horrible, repugnant fanfiction I read when I was younger bc the old ass creeps who groomed me told me it was okay and fine and anyone who was against it was evil...dear God I need therapy

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scarletscarveszines · 3 years

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General Application Requirements

Composition of the Zine

Our zine centers around the trope of Found Family in Undertale. For example:

What sort of things might Frisk experience post-Pacifist with their newfound home with Toriel?

Who exactly raised Undyne?

Which monsters come together after the human travels the Underground and leaves dust behind?

Do the lab monsters consider themselves family?

The answers to these questions (and more!) would fit the theme of the zine.

🏡 We hope to accept between 9-13 contributors (including 1-2 merch artists).

🌻 Illustrators, digital merch artists, and writers are welcome to apply.

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cafeinthemoon · 3 years

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The Leaves of Her Garden - Chapter XV

Title: The Leaves of Her Garden

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Madara Uchiha x reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1511

Chapter (s): 15/?

Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Interlude, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

Symbols: ⭕ | ➕ | 🖤 | ▶▶

Chapter 14 - “Your Story”

It wasn’t like you didn’t know that one day you’d have to tell your story to someone. Deep inside you always knew; but you never expected to see this moment coming so soon. You tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t important, that Madara didn’t care, so that you could leave it all behind. But he cared, and now he wanted to hear it from you.

You stepped back, passed your arms around yourself and started to speak.

- Since I can remember, I have this feeling that I am trapped into a series of events that need to happen for some reason unknown to me, as I pass through them more like a spectator than a direct participant, with no authority to interfere or alter them. For years, I have lived my life as if I had no control over what comes and goes, who stays or leaves, and every time I’ve tried to stand against it, a new surprise comes to prevent me from doing something or thinking too much about it, forcing me to focus all my power in surviving.

Your eyes would go from one side to another while you searched for the right words.

- When I was a child, war between clans I did not know came to our door. I lost my home, my parents and many of my friends thanks to conflicts in which we had no part. I have seen people I loved dying or being forced to move to distant lands and couldn’t do anything about it. I myself had to move, knowing I would never see those people again, never know if they managed to build a good life after all that happened, if they would be alright. I always wondered if they had the same sensation I had, that they were trapped into a destiny from which could not escape.

Your arms fell around your body, and anger started to build up inside you as you clenched your fists.

- After some time, I almost gave up. I thought I could live by just accepting the things that were put in my way and doing nothing about it. I thought I would be good with it, but it never happened. My anger and my pain only grew. And after I lost my adoptive mother to sickness and debts, after my former employer tried to lay his repugnant hands on me, after an entire night I have spent running from him through a grove, tired, hungry and scared until Izuna-sama found me… After all of this, I understood that I had two choices: to learn how to take care of myself or to die.

You raised your eyes, now burning with the tears that just started to fill them, and looked into his, as if it was your last chance to prove yourself to him. You approached him again and took his hand in yours.

- When you showed me those memories of you and the Senju head, the first thing I felt was fear. I couldn’t believe such power would live inside a human being. It was just too much… – you looked down at his hand and squeezed it to contain the tremble in yours – However, the more I looked at it, the more I was… enchanted. It was when I knew that if I wanted to stand up and fight for myself and had to look up to someone to guide me, it should be you, Madara.

You didn’t think much of what you did then. You just did it: you led his hand to the curve of your waist and approached him, your hands resting on his shoulders.

- Please… Teach me how to dance.

You felt his hand squeezing around your waist, while the other made caress on your cheek.

- Since you asked the right way, I am unable to say no. Y/n… Let’s dance.

You never saw his next move. When you understood what was going on, the first thing you felt was his warm breath close to your neck: he was just behind you, his hands slipping to hold yours and unit them in front of your body, at your chest’s height, his fingers helping yours to keep the position of the shinobi sign.

- You must have read so many books that I suppose you understand what this gesture means – he whispered – As the blood that runs through our veins and the air that enters and leaves our lungs, the energy created from the unison of the physical and the spiritual powers within us, which we call one’s chakra, flows through our body as an inherent part of it. The quantity of chakra may vary from people to people, but this is not that important: the difference between a regular shinobi and an experienced one is the ability to control the flow and do everything they want with it.

- But you certainly have an impressive amount of chakra – you argued – Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to do those things you showed to me through your memory.

He laughed.

- That was so perspicacious of you, girl. But we are not talking about me here. We are talking about you, and you are just taking your first step, which is to connect to your own flow – his hands held yours in place, helping them to keep the position – Now, close your eyes. This will help in your concentration.

You obeyed, and many things happened. With the flow of information that entered you through eyes interrupted, your remaining senses worked to fill the gap left by it, and you started to sense everything around you: the breeze on your skin and between your hair; the light of the sun; the birds singing; your own breath, blending with Madara’s, who was still close; the warmth of his hands heating yours, his arms surrounding you, tightening the space that separated you two; his nose smelling your hair, almost touching your ear...

You opened your eyes again.

- You are distracting me.

The response you got was a brief kiss on your earlobe.

- Shame on me – he smiled – But a shinobi must know how to overcome distractions, don’t you think? Well, if this is the case, I should help you as a way to make amends.

Before you could ask what he was going to do, you sensed something in your hands, like a different type of heat that passed from his palms to your skin, entering it and reaching your muscles, your bones, your veins and then even deeper, to places you didn’t know you had inside you. This heat started to spread in all directions, waking up and connecting with a similar heat that somehow you knew belonged to you.

- I just transferred a small portion of my own chakra to you – Madara explained – This will help you to find your pathway system by waking up your chakra spots. By now you must be sensing an increasing heat running through what seems to be your veins. Close your eyes again and mentalize this flow.

You did it. This time, the external distractions were nothing compared to what you felt inside you. It was exactly how he told you: something moving, running through you. A flow.

- Now, try to find the directions of the flow – he instructed.

This was harder than just sensing. There was just too much to look after: there was chakra in each part of you, running from one spot to another before you could even think of stopping it. All this movement was starting to make you tired.

- This is what happens when one cannot control their own chakra – Madara pointed out, as if he just read your thoughts – Do not try to control everything at once. Try it with a specific spot. Choose an easy one, like the ones in your hands.

He gave a subtle squeeze on your hands to assert what he said. You concentrated in your hands, in the paths took by your chakra in them, the spots through which the flow changed its directions in your palms, your fingers, your fingertips, and focused your effort in manipulating it. Calm it down, you repeated to yourself. Try to stop it.

To your surprise, as time passed the flow diminished, little by little, until it stopped. You opened your eyes and sighed in relief: the sensation of tiredness started to disappear, alongside with the heat all over your body.

You felt a kiss on your hair, on the right side of your head.

- You succeeded, girl. You managed to understand in your body what I explained through words. This is the first challenge of an apprentice. From now on, thing might be easy for you.

You raised an eyebrow.

- Easy?

He approached his mouth to your ear.

- I said might be.

You smiled.

- You are scaring me.

- I am your master now, girl – and with his lips touching your ear as he spoke – I am here to scare you.

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interdimensionalspaceworm · 3 years

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this isn’t a malicious ask, but i’m just genuinely curious what your take on crankiplier is when you take into consideration that

1) ethan has given his fans explicit permission to ship him with people and write fanfiction as long as they don’t harass him with it

2) mark has reblogged a piece of crankiplier fanart

3) they’ve flirted or interacted in a way suggesting they’re attracted to each other purposefully for the fandom’s response,

exhibit a) when they called one of their bits “queerbaiting for charity” (mark petting ethan + calling him a good boy + feeding him fruit snacks + eskimo kissing for donations on a charity stream)

exhibit b) mark saying he thought about kissing ethan onstage during tour (i assume because the fangirls would’ve gone nuts)

exhibit c) in general, knowing that jokes about getting married, dating, implying a sexual relationship, etc. would cause fan speculation but proceeding to include them in videos regardless

i’m not big on shipping real people either, and we should all certainly do our best to keep that part of the fandom low-key, but like. the circumstances here are much different than septiplier. i wouldn’t shame anyone for this one

Ok so as I said, I’ll try to address each of your points. Thank you for being willing to talk with me, I hope you’ll take into consideration the points I’m going to make.

1) I’ve seen those posts, and while it is true that Ethan has said these things, it was (correct me if I’m wrong) a while ago and his position on this may have changed since then. I know that isn’t a real convincing point, but you also have to agree that Ethan in particular is generally very permissive towards his fandom. But his permissiveness should not be taken as a free pass to ship him whenever you want. If a parent says you can go out with friends, that doesn’t mean you can go to Junkie Jimmy’s house party. Just because you have been given permission to do something doesn’t mean it’s a good idea, or that you should.

2) Again, correct me if I’m wrong (because I haven’t seen the post), but a lot of ship fanart (especially controversial ship fanart) tends to be pretty ambiguous due to the nature of shipping. Unless said fanart was undeniably ship art, it’s very possible that Mark simply saw a cool piece of fanart and decided to reblog it without checking the context of it. If anyone knows what post this is, please tell me so I can figure out if that might have been the case.

3) This is probably the biggest point I’m going to make here, so I’m going to put it in bold. It’s never ok to ‘speculate’ on real people’s lives with regard to their interpersonal relationships. Ever. Full stop. It is not the job of content creators to tailor their content to leave out parts that would ‘cause fan speculation’. They’re real people, not characters whose every interaction is available for debate. They’re not ‘suggesting’ anything. They’re just people who live their lives and are comfortable in their friendship with each other. People do that. And it’s not the job of anyone who doesn’t know them to decide their relationship. You don’t know them. None of the shippers here or anywhere else know them. And using them for your own fulfillment, sexualizing them into lovey-dovey caricatures of themselves, is truly and simply morally repugnant.

Your points rely on suggesting that Mark and Ethan are purposely ‘riling up’ the fanbase by making content that ‘suggests’ crankiplier, but the truth is that either a. it’s a joke between friends (your own friends probably mess around with each other in the same way. I know mine sure do) or b. the shippers are reading way too far into simple interaction.

I’m not trying to be a stickler about these things, but when it comes to real people shipping, it’s not about saying ‘ohh you can’t ship that’ just because you can. I’m not saying it just to ruin anyone’s fun, or to be ableist towards people with hyperfixations (I have ADHD. I know neurodivergent people can still be ableist, but that’s beside the point), or anything like that. I’m against crankiplier, and all rpf ships, because they rely on sexualizing and purposely misconstruing interactions between people. Real people, with lives, and thoughts, and relationships with their loved ones. Real people with boundaries that must be respected.

And it’s no coincidence that most of these ships tend to be mlm. It’s a symptom of toxic masculinity that people can look at a healthy friendship between two men and say ‘they can’t be that close without being gay’. It’s not your place to interpret that.

So here’s my message to rpf shippers: leave them alone. Ironically, by being gross about their relationships, you only drive these people farther apart because they begin to believe that anything they do will be sexualized by shippers. I saw it happen 4 years ago. It can, and will, happen again.

To those with hyperfixations: I hear you. I was there, once. I learned to change my trajectory a little bit to focus only on fictional characters (by zealously reading YA novels about dragons. If it works, it works.). I know that’s waaaay easier said than done, but if you make a real commitment to yourself, you can find a way. And maybe, in a few months, your old ships won’t be so enticing anymore.

And to those who choose to harass and send death threats, on either side of the argument: stop. You’re not helping anyone. One day, the fandom will come together and say that there is no place for rpf shipping here. But every aggressive comment pushes us farther apart.

I know this sounds ironic, coming from me, but I don’t have any hate towards those who rpf ship. You are not a bad person. What you are participating in, however, is ethically wrong. You must know that. The only people in this entire circumstance that I harbor any ill will towards are the people who continue to insist that rpf shipping is right. That somehow they, as fans, get to ‘speculate’ on the relationships between others. They who continue to show disrespect towards the very content creators they claim to support so much. And I refuse to support that.

Thank you for sending this ask and allowing me to elaborate on my stance on these things. I know this is unlikely to change anyone’s minds about it, but it’s all worth it if even one person can realize that they’re supporting something they shouldn’t be supporting. And to those people: it’s ok. Trust me, we’ve all been there.

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dwellordream · 3 years

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what's your take on the ya vs classic literature discourse?

I personally don’t read a ton of YA currently and I dislike a lot of popular YA series such (such as anything Sarah J. Maas has ever written). That said I think it’s bullshit to write off the entire genre/section as meaningless fluff/tripe and there are so many overlooked authors out there who are just ignored online but have written great, well-written and diverse and beautiful worlds.

There is also a large cross over between the more ‘teen oriented’ stuff (no explicit sex scenes, limited violence, young characters) and the more ‘adult oriented’ stuff (more sex and violence, serious/deeper themes, older characters in the 18-24 range) that is often still all lumped together as YA. In particular a lot of new fantasy series are automatically branded as YA even if they are actually written for adult readers.

I think this idea that everyone needs to be this very serious intellectual reader is absurd. People should read whatever they want and not feel ashamed about it. Not everyone is going to want to spend their limited free time chugging their way through the western canon of literature.

Additionally, many people who are not university students don’t have access to reliable versions of texts online, or library cards, or they don’t have the disposable income to purchase their own books. It shouldn’t shock anyone that many people only read fanfiction when that is all they can readily access. Shaming people about it doesn’t really solve anything.

That said, there is something of an anti-literature pushback online where people write off everything written pre-1990s as problematic and therefore unreadable and inherently morally repugnant. And it is obnoxious to read countless posts where people just spew stuff about how ‘all classical literature is bad and problematic and that’s why I only read totally unproblematic and fluffy fanfics’.

That’s kind of ridiculous. You can and should read works with themes you disagree with and you should not be afraid to engage with influential works that have had an impact on so many modern books and TV shows and movies. And you especially should not deride people’s religious texts and beliefs as ‘basically fanfiction’ because that’s really disrespectful and rude and incredibly narrow minded.

#ask #anon

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iamtheempress · 3 years

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A Vegeta x OC Fanfiction (part 2)¤ ¤ ¤

The morning came with silence and silence came with Raditz banging on Calamatta’s pod.

“Wake up! we need to get our pods to the ship in the upper atmosphere then we start the terraforming process! Got it?” SHe stretches and gives the long haired Saiyan a lazy thumbs up. Confirming she heard him loud and clear. Rubbing her eyes she punched in the coordinates to the ship and off the four pods flew to the ship in the higher atmosphere, slotting their pods into the mothership.

The four took their time to leave 2 by 2 to the planet and scour the planet to completely terraform it, with expertise and precision. Cracking open the planet enough to let the oceans flow forth, for several hours they did this until they returned to the ship. Calamatta entered the ship last and was greeted with a crisp clap to the back from Nappa. “Good job, lil lady!” He bellowed as she rubbed the back of her head. “T-thanks Nappa, now im just worried.”

Raditz raised his hand and shook his head, “Ahhh calm down, we're going to give him an honest review of you then you will be moved to our quarters, you get your first pay and then you should be good. Settle down.” He brushes past her and makes his way to Frieza’s Hall. Vegeta followed behind, throwing a glance at the female Saiyan as she sat on a chair, he can tell she was nervous by the frequency of her bouncing leg. They didnt like bending to Frieza’s whim, but they werent about to just go against him out right.. And with one more saiyan with them to train and get stronger they could be unstoppable. Its just the matter of pandering to Lord Frieza until then and making sure they dont get killed.

Lord Friezas chambers had only Zarbon blocking their way, the annoying green haired former prince with no shame. Dodoria, the brainless ruffian was nowhere in sight. “Monkeys.. Im assuming its about the release of Friezas little ape?” Zarbon said very condescendingly to the three, very annoyed Saiyans. Vegeta tightened his fist and grit his teeth at the comparison to apes so blatantly to his face.

“Zarbon thats quite enough. Ive been expecting them.” Friezas voice piped up waving the three Saiyans in. “Y-yes, Lord Frieza.” He obeyed and moved out of their ways. “You are excused Zarbon, your services arent needed this evening.” Frieza rotated fully in his seat and swirled a full goblet of wine within it.

The three took bended knee to Frieza begrudgingly and raised up at the same time. “Were here to confirm our Terraforming a rousing success.” Frieza smirked and paid attention to Nappa. “Indeed. It was to be a 4 to 5 day excursion and you done it in 2 and a half days? My my, you 4 are persistent!” He chided and pointed to Nappa first. Everyone is fully aware of Frieza’s death beam so Nappa winced. Causing Frieza to visibly inflate like an egomaniac. “Now what is your report about my favorite little monkey, Ms. Calamatta” He sipped his wine and let it hover mid air rotating it and lacing his fingers together and letting his long worm like tail wag lightly. Nappa took one step forward and spoke up, light sweat on his brow as he made eye contact with deadly bright vermillion eyes.

“Calamatta’s first time out with primary race extermination was exquisite. Effective and heartless. If she continues with us you should expect the same, Lord Frieza!” He did a full bow and stepped back for Raditz, The long haired teenage Saiyan cleared his voice and spoke up, starting with an embarrassing voice crack. “She took orders for sequences of events and how to lay waist to entire cities fairly quickly. I'd prefer her with us simply because she has a job to do and she seems to enjoy it.” Frieza slowly nods, eyes closed and speaks softly. “Mhmm. mmhmmm. You two are dismissed. Vegeta… you stay.”

Frieza took his goblet and took a sip from it as the Prince narrowed his eyes and approached, puffing up his chest. “What do you think about the pretty little simian? Shes quite interesting… obedient and has grown to be a lovely young woman, shapely i think your repugnant species would call her... You are aware her father appointed her to me when she was a child, I'd assume Vegeta…?” He lets the wine glass levitate again, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed and brow raised. “Yes, Im aware...What is this about.” Frieza clicked his nails about on his seat and smiled softly.

“Her father did not trust his only daughter with the likes of the Kings eldest boy… Not after their fight… so she was appointed as my little monkey butler, a nice little piece of arm candy… if only she wasnt a Saiyan. Anyway… Enough with my little flights of fantasy…” He gestured to the confused Saiyan Prince, his lips lined straight and unmoving. “About Calamatta… How was she.. Your word I take higher then anyone else.” He preened upon saying her name, it was borderline perverted but with a sinister meaning behind it.

“Shes the missed opportunity id like to get my hands on. A perfect Saiyan through and through. If she werent by your side so often id have taken her by my side YEARS ago, Frieza…” He stated as a matter of factly, Friezas dark little smile returned “How disgustingly romantic... Zarbon! Summon Calamatta for me.” He snaps his fingers and trot like tapping faded down the hallway. Zarbon was waiting outside, like a good little brainless lackey.

Calamatta was tapping on the table she waited at, tail flicking nervously about behind her. She was snapped from her stupor of nervous leg bouncing and hair twirling to Zarbon slapping his hand down firm onto the table. “Calamatta, Lord Frieza is requesting your return asap.” SHe nodded and fixed her hair abit standing up and wrapping her tail around her waist. Shes known Zarbon longer then shes known Dodoria.

The kinship Zarbon developed for her was astounding, a favorable friendship when she felt immense discomfort in her teens on. It weirds her out and flatters her nonetheless. “Yes, Zarbon.. Right away.” She walks along side Zarbon and even passes Nappa and Raditz on their way back. “Ill have you know for the duration of time that I have known you; you are not like the others… youre charismatic and maybe the most tolerable, of the 4 of you...your still nothing more than a monkey butler though.” She sneered and returned her gaze fixed forward, down then away. The moment she turned the corner she went wide eyed to see Vegeta.

She stopped in her tracks and was given a push from Zarbon, Frieza chirped upon her entry. “Welcome back, Calamatta! I have some good news for you…” “Lord Frieza..” She bowed at the waist obediently she stood next to Vegeta and Zarbon once again excused himself.

“I trust that your first day terraforming was a success and that you had a splendid time, did you dear?” Calamatta stood up straight and let her tail unwind from her waist. “Y-Yes! I actually liked it alot!” She chirped and gulped abit, Vegeta scoffed and closed his eyes, only for Frieza to speak. “Oh, well you are not out of the woods yet my dear...no no.. You have one more task to prove to me before i let you do anything with the male populace for you to shake your pretty little tail at.”

He makes a face and a screen pops up on the window behind him. A massive green, blue and red planet popped up on the screen encircled by 2 rings and 2 moons. “You and Vegeta are to Terraform this planet on your own. I will give you a month to do it because this planet has highly hostile inhabitants.” Vegetas eyes snapped open and stared at the planet then to frieza. “You cant be serious? Why not just send me on my own then i can do it 3 weeks without the likes of a newbie.. No offence Calamatta but its just facts.” He crossed his arms. “Do this the both of you for me in a months worth of time and your pretty little primate will be out of my hands and in yours. Indefinitely. But if not i will be forced to use my own hand… and you dont want that Vegeta..” He grinned widely. His pointer finger extended toward the female Saiyan and she gulped upon seeing the beam charge at the tip of his digit.

Vegeta stepped infront of the female Saiyan and narrowed his eyes, his move was more instinctual than out of emotion. Calamatta never thought the prince would ever put himself in a position like this but here he was, his solid back to her front she peaked over his caped shoulder and looked at the tyrant who tilted his head. "Hehehe.. it seems ive struck a chord in you Vegeta.." "Not at all.. she's done nothing for you to raise that finger at her. I've made the decision and well go…" he clenches his fists, the material of his gloves made a noise. Calamatta could feel the princes frustration from how close he was to her… "to that planet… and well wipe it before the month even finishes.."

Frieza chuckled, "Good… i know you will fulfill your promise.. Calamatta you stay, dear.. Vegeta…" Calamatta straightened her back and tightened her tail around her waist. "You are dismissed.. i have a few things to discuss with her." Vegeta turned around and made eye contact with Calamatta, with a pitiful look in his eye.. like he knew she shouldn't be in this situation. "Bye, Vegeta." She said softly, causing the Emperor to briefly narrow his eyes, she kept her head forward. Vegeta said nothing as the door slid shut behind her. Leaving without a word and kind of making her heart sink abit. He grit his teeth and stormed down the hallway to a perplexed Raditz and Nappa.

“Calamatta, come little primate.” Frieza beckoned to her and snapped for one of his little cronies to bring something to him. Folded up in the hands of Dodoria himself. “Hello little Matta, hope you enjoy this little costume change.” She nodded to him and took the body suit and armor. “When would i expect to go to this planet?” SHe tilted her head and held the new suit, noticing theres not much too it, which made her really wary. “Ah ah, first things first alittle bit of information is more useful about the planet then when you and the simian prince will go.” Frieza quips looking at his shiny black claws. “The planets name is To-Rot, it is a giant habitable planet that im sure would be able to line your pockets quite nicely.”

Dodoria crossed his arms and quirked a brow at her, “Lord Frieza told you about the type of inhabitants to that planet right? Its not a walk in the park and I certainly wouldnt go alone... “ Calamatta gulped. “Now now, Dodoria. Do not frighten the girl. Who knows she could be the best of the 4 remaining Saiyans. We will see..” He gets out of his pod like seat and uses his tail to tip her chin up, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

“Run along and change and you may turn in for the evening… you both leave in 20 hours, when we arrive to the nearest solar system. From there you and Vegeta will go To-Rot.” Frieza chuckles to himself. “Fitting name dont you think? Ohohohohohoooo !!” He laughs and Calamatta turns and bows walking back to the saiyan chambers to change.

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#A Planet To Conquer Fic #vegeta #Calamatta~#dbz fanfiction #Pre Saiyan Saga #Frieza

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