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kurogxrix · 1 year

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Fire Drill

Dad!Ao’nung x Sully!reader

IN WHICH yours and Ao’nung’s son is killed during Quaritch’s attack, but your family is here to help you pick up the pieces.

WC: 3.3k

warnings: ANGST, grief of a son and a brother, death, violence and gory injuries.

2 years. The little amount of time that you had been given before Quaritch and his team came to wreak havoc amongst your family once more. It seemed like your parents killing him once had not been enough, because his appearance made him look hungry for another death. Though you were all happy now, far away from the menace of his heavy ammo and the menacing gun that was slung upon his shoulder.

The first few weeks of living within the Metkayina had been so hard for you and your family. Between Lo’ak and Kiri being treated far worse for having human features, and the hard time you and your mother were having with fitting in with their traditions. The Tsahik had not been any softer on you despite the mistreatment that your family already faced. She despised your family of ‘demons’ and probably your mother too because she was affiliated and had children with one.

Your siblings and you had found comfort within the presence of the sweet Tsireya and Rotxo. Neteyam and yourself often found yourselves laughing quietly at your obviously in-love brother. Though you couldn’t make fun of him for too long, because you too had started developing something for the local Metkayina bully.

Something about his arrogance just made him so annoying yet attractive. Maybe it was his confidence, or the way he would tease you unrelentingly. Nevertheless, you just couldn't let anyone know of your silly crush for now, because if it fell upon the ears of the future olo’eyktan, you knew that he’d never let you live it down. Weeks had passed and your interest towards the boy could only grow more and more as the days passed by.

Though now, only with the teasing remarks of your family. Neteyam was always known for the keen eye that your mother had passed down to him, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the longing stares that you would send the rude boy. Long story short, he told Lo’ak and your little brother and his humongous mouth just couldn’t keep shut. To say that your mother was disappointed in your choice of men was an understatement, but she had allowed herself to fall in love with the person that she had wanted, so why couldn’t you?

Jake was…shocked to say the least. You had never audibly expressed your interest in any boy back at home, and here you were now. Though he knew that there was nothing that he could do to stop his 18 year old daughter from pursuing her heart's desires, because he had done so with Neytiri.

Your sisters had a calmer approach about the subject, rather asking you about it during some private gossip session that you had with them.

So after many months of hidden admiration spent, you still wondered how you had managed to end up under him in the middle of the forest behind their homes. Far from reach of everyone else, in the middle of the Metkayina mating grounds. His chests heaved up and down as he regained his breath, staring down at you with his stern lustful gaze.

An accidental confession and two young adults on the run from prying eyes was all it took for the both of you to run off and bond before eywa, queues intertwined with the feeling of love running thick through both of your veins. You’d laugh at yourself months ago if you had told yourself that you even had a chance with Ao’nung, but here you were now, mated for the rest of your lives.

The walk of shame felt rewarding in some way the next day, you had proved to Ronal and Tonowari that you feared them not, even if it meant being bonded to their son. Now you were all family, if they wanted it or not. Ao’nung and you had moved into your own private marui, and you were shoved into your mother’s loving embrace one last time as you packed your things and moved into your new home. Everything was perfect at first, a feast was soon established for the news of your mateship, and soon came another for the news of your bearing.

A baby, conceived through the love that you both shared. The endless nights that you both spent hidden away from the rest of the world, tightly squeezed in each other’s embrace as you slept the night off. Many were unaccepting at first, a demon hybrid and their future olo’eyktan? How absurd. But soon everyone calmed down, and time passed faster than you would’ve liked it to.

Fires spread throughout the whole village, heavy flames engulfing the beautiful village in its soaring arms. When you arrived back at shore, your heart was already void of all emotions. You felt as though it was bleeding, and the death of your brother felt like the knife that poked through the midst of it. You wanted it to burn with anger towards the sky people for taking your younger brother’s life, but you just couldn’t feel anything.

The brother that you had watched being birthed, cleaned and placed wailing into your young arms had been violently taken before you. It was unfair, but he was in a better place now, away from the cruelty of this world. You couldn’t imagine how your parents felt, losing their first son before their very own eyes. How guilty your little brother must've felt for everything. Though you forced your sorrows away because you had a family of your own to attend to.

Your son was still with his caretaker, and your mate probably had wounds that needed tending. Suddenly, the acrid scent of burning hit your nostrils, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. The fumes entered through your lungs like the much wanted air, and exited like the carbon that you would need to exhale.

Your yellow eyes shone a warm amber colour as your eyes were strained amongst the fiery scene before you. The flames engulfed the stretching material of the maruis, spreading at an undying pace. You were frozen in your spot as you watched the fire turn your homes into remainders of what once was. Your mind raced as you imagined the worst of all scenarios.

You flinched upon contact, elbowing hardly whoever had just grabbed you by the elbows. You turned around to meet their eyes, distress swirling in your very own. Ao’nung nearly fell back at your unwanted assault, huffing as you elbow left quite the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Not the good kind of feeling. He looked at you before reaching for you once more, though you were unresponsive to his touch.

Once the smell of burning reached his nose, his attention was completely retracted from your frozen form. He suddenly urged forwards, grabbing your hand harshly into his as he ran towards the maruis. He ran faster than he had ever done, because there was a nagging feeling of fear lodged deep inside his heart.

You could feel your heart physically stop as you arrived in front of your shared marui, the stretchy material of your home now falling apart under effect of the burning. What scared you the most was the silence. As much as it pains you to say, you would’ve rather heard the painful yells of your baby than the wavering silence.

Without hesitation, Ao’nung entered the marui first. He had little to no reaction as a piece of burning material from the roof fell ungracefully over his arm, leaving a small and ugly mark behind. Him halting in his steps was enough to bring you back to life and rushing to the scene besides him.

Though the sight before you was what no mother would ever wish to see. The woman that was once protecting your son now laid lifeless besides the weaved crib that was made from dried sea plants. The smell of death was atrocious, and you had immediately known that she had not died due to the unfortunate fires. She had been murdered by those sky demons.

You had no care nor time to turn her around to investigate her cause of death. Though you were happy that you didn’t see the violent wound that ran down her back, a long cut that passed from the top to the bottom of her spine. Her blood seeped to the floor and tainted the material, and you could only wish then that it wasn’t Aytan’s, your son.

She was bare and open from the back for anyone to see if they dared to flip her around. You were glad that you didn’t need to, because the sight of her guts spilling all over your feet would’ve surely made you regurgitate your meal all over her mutilated body.

Instead your eyes panned for painfully long on your son that laid still in his crib. Void of any movement or life, you felt as though now you would puke.

His skin was cursed with burn marks that overtook nearly half of his body. He looked so miserable and even if he was still alive at the moment, you would wonder if saving him would do him any good. The once soft baby skin now looked roughy and flaky.

He was still so small that he could barely fit into the two palms of his father’s hands, but he was big enough to fit perfectly in your smaller ones.

Perfectly safe and healthy in his mothers embrace is where he should’ve been right now, not like this.

You looked over to Ao’nung for some unreasoned confirmation that your son was truly dead, but he wasn’t even looking at you. Instead, his lifeless eyes hovered over the charred child that laid innocently in his crib. He couldn’t even make a move to grab the baby, because he was frozen in anguish.

You couldn’t even remember when you had started crying, or when your cries had turned into desperate sobs and prayers towards Eywa. You couldn’t even remember when Ao’nung’s family had found the both of you safe and sound into the marui that once called a home, now in shambles beneath your feet. All you remembered was grasping your son with all force that you had left and praying to the Great-Mother down on your knees, and the painful tears that rolled down your husband’s cheeks.

Though there weren’t more than 3 tears that he had shed, it was 3 too much. He wouldn’t have cried if those damned demons didn’t follow your family here, but yet there he was. He too couldn’t even remember when his mother had embraced him, but she had done so.

There were so many things that the both of you had regretted not doing on that night. Like staying back to protect your son by yourselves. You both resented yourselves for the fact that the last time the both of you would ever hold him this way would be at his funeral, followed by your brother’s.

Everything was quiet since that night, at least for you. It was too much loss for your fragile heart to comprehend all at once. Was your brother’s death not enough, have they had to take your innocent son’s life as well. Your poor son that had just been presented to the clan

You were scared. Scared of so many things that you could not control. You feared what Ao’nung thought of you, did he hate you for not being there with you son? Maybe if you were, you could’ve protected him unlike the incompetent babysitter that you had left him with. No, you shook your head from those nasty thoughts. It was wrong of you to think ill of that woman, she had been present with your son until her unfortunate death.

Your fears turned into trepidation as your husband made his way towards you, a plate of fish in his wobbly hands.

Ao’nung was so angry at many things. He was angry at himself for not being there with his son. He felt mad at the poor woman for not having the ability to protect his innocent son. Though most of all, he felt vexed at you for freezing up on that day. He told himself that perhaps if you had not taken so much time to snap back to your senses, your son would somehow still be here.

He knew that it was wrong of him to think like this, he knew that even if you had acted faster, his son would still be laying unresponsive at his return. He knew that feeling angry at his innocent wife was wrong, that none of this had to do with you being at fault. He hates himself for having these unwanted feelings and thoughts, and at times Ao’nung truly wishes that he could silence his subconscious.

He hated himself for internally blaming you even after watching you drown in remorse. Even after watching you sob over your dead son’s frail body. And even though it had been hours since the funeral of your brother and son, your tears still ran freely on your delicate cheeks.

They stained your dark skin and they strained your eyes that could do nothing to stop the flow. Ao’nung felt his guilt triple in size as he sat next to you, your body instinctively shaking as he engulfed you in his warm embrace. For he had always been your pillar of reconfort and the person that you allowed yourself to feel vulnerable within.

He hushed you gently as you sobbed into his arms, his heart shattering once more as you cried to him. You were unsoothable but he hadn’t complained once, instead he gave you the comfort that you seeked so much. You felt guilty too, because you were not the only person going through grief. Who would be there to comfort Ao’nung when you were crying in his embrace?

Though when you made your worries audible, he was quick to shut them down. He wanted to be strong for you, for his family and mostly for himself. He told you not to worry, that he was okay as long as you were and soon your insecurities of him hating you vanished through the soft breeze. Ao’nung didn’t hesitate to remind you of how strong your love was and that you’d both get through it.

You both slept with heavy hearts at night, unable to close your aching eyelids until they fell on their own with exhaustion. His arms never left your form and you slept with your head on his chest, finding comfort in the sound of his beating heart.

You felt jealous at first, heart black and full of envy as you watched young mothers with their children. Hell, even the older mothers made your heart clench with resentment. And though you knew it was selfish of you to despise mothers for simply existing, there was little that you could do to make the feeling go away.

You couldn’t face the sight of the young children that trudged behind their mothers and soon it began affecting your Tsahik performances. How could you heal children and mothers and assist labourers when you couldn’t even stand the sight of them anymore.

It was unfair, so unfair for everyone but you knew that it was the way that life went. You knew that you couldn’t keep on closing yourself off like this, that you had to be accepting of what had happened and face reality.

So accepting was what you had done. Slowly by slowly, you have started rebuilding your life with the help of people around you. Your mother was the most understanding person, because she had lost so much already. She had lost her son just as you had, but she had never once reprimanded you for grieving. She had never forced you to speak up to her, she had never resented you for feeling the way you did.

You had learnt that it was not the end of the world, and that one day you’d be better, you’d all be better. Neteyam and Aytan’s death were not in vain, for the Great-Mother always had a plan for everyone. If it was her will, then so be it, there was nothing that you could do to undo what was done anyways.

Tuk had been the sweetest girl during that moment, and it never failed to bring tears in your eyes at how understanding she was. She was so young and you were sad that a part of her youth was taken away from her because of this ongoing war.

You could never thank your brother and father enough for being there for you despite the guilt that weighed them down, pushing so hard that they could only bear to stand on their knees.

Though solace could only work in both ways, and you were just as there for them as they were there for you. Aytan was just as much their family member as Neteyam was, and they were allowed to grieve the loss of your son as well. It took time for you all to find peace within this feeling of forfeiture, but you all knew that one day, things would be okay.

You watched as Ao’nung made his way towards his people, a prideful smile adorning his face as his gaze turned to you. His eyes were full of adoration as he stared at you, then to the little bundle of joy and baby fat that was lying comfortably in his arms.

He stood before his people clad in his traditional clothes that were used during feasts and announcements of this type.

The child in his arms stirred awake at the disturbance, whining slightly for her mother. The sound reached your ears and for a second you worried for your daughter, but you knew that nothing bad could happen to her as long as she was in her father’s arms.

The child's stomachs growled loudly for a second and you had to bring your hand in front of your mouth to stifle your laughter. She had just been fed a few minutes before this and yet her hunger caught up to her once more. A trait that she had acquired from his father, you had to cook 3 times your own fish portion to properly feed his warrior’s stomach.

Ura was a child that would soon grow to walk on clumsy legs, a child that was yours. Though a part of yourself was gone forever, tearing a piece of your heart along with it. You knew that the pain of losing your first child would never really go away, but you'd always have your family to help you get through it. You had a wonderful mate, that you relied your entire life within his hands, and a family that knows the ways past your heart.

You watched as Ao’nung raised your 3 weeks old daughter into the air, her chubby little arms raising in amusement. The sound of her name pierced through your ears and soon the chants began to fill your heart with joy and pride. You couldn’t help the warm smile that overtook your features as you watched your daughter being presented to the entire clan, your family close behind you.

Your mother held a hand over her chest, where her heart was. Her smile mirrored yours and the pride on her face could compete versus the one that she felt when you were the one being shown to her clan. Your father and siblings were close to her. Lo’ak now shone with new tribal tattoos, ones similar to yours as they dipped from his chin and all the way down his leg.

His mateship with Tsireya was soon made public, and you felt a pang in your heart when you knew that you couldn’t tease him about it with Neteyam anymore. Though you swallowed your sorrows, feeling happy for your baby brother. Your sister in law stood besides your brother, her eyes glued to her newborn niece. A child that she knew that she just absolutely would spoil when she would learn to stand on her own feet.

Perhaps things would get hard at times, and the reminiscences of your son would be permanent, but you had a loving family that would always help you fill the void.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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age gap and daddy kink with jake?! maybe human scientist and jake becomes obsessed with how small she is and he has her call him daddy all the time, even in front of others 🤭🫣

😩😩😩😩😩😩

The reason Jake had initially been drawn to you was because of how much you reminded him of Earth. Sure, he had many unpleasant memories about the place, but he also had some pretty amazing ones. And you, with your young, soft human body, less than half his size, almost fifteen years younger, your pretty little ribbons in your hair, the little skirts you wore—it drove him insane.

Part of him was just allured to you. He couldn't stay away.

He made his every intention very clear, with his every visit to the lab, his flirtatious touches on your back, your face, your thighs. He liked to flirt with you, like to make you blush, liked to toss in a dirty joke every now and then just so he could see you get all flustered over it.

It was pretty obvious you were into him as well. No surprise there, he'd pulled every trick in the book in hopes to catch your attention. And it had payed off.

Not a month after you two meet, Jake decides to visit you at the lab one night. He's surprised to find you all alone in your bedroom, curled up on the bed as you read, wearing a thin tank top and a pair of tiny shorts for pajamas.

He smirks at himself as he playfully knocks on the doorframe. You glance up, smiling softly when you see him.

“Jake,” you say, surprised. He can hear your heart begin to race, it makes him grin a cocky, sleek grin. “I wasn't expecting you.”

“I can tell,” he chuckles, his eyes studying your body, your thighs bare beneath your shorts, your nipples poking against your top. He doesn't even bother to hide it; he makes a show out of looking you up and down, his cock twitching when you blush and squirm under his gaze.

You stand from your bed, arranging your hair, licking your lips nervously before asking, “Do you need anything?”

Jake shakes his head, stepping into your room, towering way over you, his eyes still staring at you. “Just wanted to see ya, kid.”

Your blush deepens, obviously flattered and flustered. “Oh?”

Jake closes the bedroom door and walks past you, moving to sit on the bed, and he just studies your bedroom. Everything smells of you, everything is just so you...it makes something inside of him grow warm and also...a tad predatory, feral with the need to make you his.

“I been thinkin' 'bout you lately,” he admits, meeting your curious gaze. “Kinda hard to get a pretty thing like you outta my mind.”

You laugh, bashful, eyes darting to the floor, as you question, “What do you mean?”

Jake smiles, reaching for you, his huge hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You swallow, eyes growing wide, your breath hitching.

“Jake?” you question, pretty doe eyes fluttering down to his lips for a split second before you meet his gaze again.

His smirk grows. “C'mon, kid,” he chuckles. “Y'know I want ya. I've made it real fuckin' obvious, hm?” He leans closer to you, his breath fanning across your face. “The only question is if you'll have me.”

You raise an eyebrow, coy. “You're not wondering whether or not I want you?”

Jake laughs softly. “I know you want me, darlin'. I can smell it. I've been smelling it for weeks now.”

You look surprised for a split second before your expression turns embarrassed, and you smile at him gently. “Touché.”

Jake's eyes are having a hard time staying on your face. Your lips are just so close, so ready for him to kiss...

“Well?” he asks. “Are you going to stop me?”

You lick your lips, glancing away from him nervously. One of his enormous fingers taps you under your chin to make you glance up at him. “Hm?” he insists.

You shake your head. Breathlessly, you say, “I'm not gonna stop you.”

Jake smirks as he effortlessly picks you up and places you on his lap, his humongous thigh rubbing against your pussy through your shorts.

You gasp softly, placing your little hands on his shoulders. Jake's hands splay over your hips, rocking you front and back against the hard muscle of his thigh. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes widened as you watch him.

Jake licks your jaw and then kisses down your neck. He loves how tiny you are compared to him, how he's a whole lot fucking taller, a whole lot fucking stronger, a whole lot fucking bigger.

You feel like a rag doll in his grip, something he could just toss around and use, something so fragile and delicate in his rough, calloused hands.

Something he shouldn't have. Something too young and innocent and sweet for him. And yet, there's nothing stopping him from ruining you. So, he plans to do just that.

Ruin you. Make you his. His, his, his.

The mere idea has his cock hardening under his loincloth. It pokes against your thigh, and the feel of it—so large, so fucking enormous—makes you gasp.

Jake chuckles at your surprise, rubbing his massive hands on your thighs to soothe you. “It's okay. Relax, kid,” he says. “Nothing has to happen, alright?”

You meet your eyes with his, your gaze dark and sultry. “You're not gonna put it inside?” you question, sounding disappointed.

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I don't think it'll fit in you, hon,” he tells you, fingers squeezing your thighs.

“But I want it inside,” you complain, making pretty puppy eyes at him. “Please?”

You're 22, Jake can't help himself. It's the fact that you're so young, that you can be so naive, that you're giving him the chance to corrupt you...He smirks. “'f you call me daddy, I might consider it, sweet.”

You blush softly, heart racing, but obey nonetheless. “Please, Daddy,” you say, and Jake's eyes flutter shut at the way the word leaves your pretty mouth.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bouncing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp quietly. “Yeah, 'm definitely going to put it inside.”

He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ignored the chance to fuck you and have you call him daddy.

He lifts you from his lap and places you on the bed. He undresses you, revealing your tits as he pulls your top off, then exposing your pretty pussy as he tugs your shorts away. He's delighted to find you're wearing a pair of pretty pink lace panties, tiny and soft, and his cock twitches at the sight.

“You got lube 'round here, darlin'?” he asks you as he curls his hands around your thighs, pushing them open before he leans his face into your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent.

You arch your back, gasping softly, and say, “In the—in the third drawer.”

Jake kisses your lower stomach, smirking, before he gets off the bed, moving to your desk. He opens the drawer and finds not only a bottle of lube, but also a pretty rabbit vibrator.

He can feel his body aching with lust. He chuckles, grabbing both the bottle and the toy, before turning to you.

You're on the bed, legs planted against the mattress, thighs spread, as you watch him. When you see what he has in his hand, your eyes widen.

“I-I forgot I left that in there,” you admit, your gaze locked on the vibrator.

Jake's grin grows cocky, spreading over his gorgeous face, making you drip even more. He climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he says, “Have you ever used this while thinkin' of me, angel?”

You swallow, a blush spreading across your face and neck, as you nod slowly. “Yes,” you reply.

Jake slaps your thigh sharply, making you gasp. “Yes, what?”

You correct, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Much better,” he allows, studying the vibrator for a moment before turning it on. As the toy rumbles quietly in your room, you clench your thighs together, doe eyes locked on his famished gaze. He pushes your legs open and places the toy against your pussy, the vibrations purring against you through your thin panties.

You groan, biting your lower lip, and Jake watches your pretty face. He hooks a finger around the edge of your panties and pulls them off, leaving your soaked pussy bare.

He then slides the toy between your folds, making you shudder, before he slides it in, the shaft slipping into you with ease, the little ear pressing against your clit.

“Wanna make you come 'fore I stick my cock in you, girl,” he hums, thrusting the toy in and out, the vibrations muffled by your soaked pussy.

You mewl, hands digging into the bed sheets below, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Why?” you complain. “Jus' fuck me.”

Jake chuckles, simply fucking you with the toy, knowing he has to get you all nice and open if he plans on filling you up. “Trust me, hm? Trust daddy, baby.”

You nod. “I-I trust you,” you promise. “But I want your cock, Daddy. I just need you.”

“Shh,” Jake coos, kissing your calf. “I'll make it worth your while, kid.”

You nod again, allowing him to fuck you with the toy. Your pussy clenches tight around the object, your slick dripping down your thighs to the bed.

The vibrations are quick to make you weak, easily causing your pleasure to grow at a merciless rate. It has you gasping and moaning, the toy making the ecstasy coil low in your stomach.

Jake's predatory eyes are locked on your cunt, on how the toy slips inside you with ease, how your slick drips out slowly, the scent thick.

You glance down. When you see the look in Jake's eyes, a shudder slides up your body, making you moan.

He smirks at himself, placing soft, wet kisses across your thighs, licking your skin. He revels in the way you jerk at his touch, in the way you roll your hips against the toy.

“Daddy,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “Daddy!”

You start to tremble, the pleasure making your body quiver. Your pussy is so wet, the toy causes it to squelch as Jake fucks you with the vibrator. He drags his canines over the skin of your thigh, making you mewl.

“Fuck!” you cry, gasping. “Daddy! Please!” you beg.

“I know, girl,” Jake says, gently biting your inner thigh, making you squeal. “I know. Come for me, angel. Come for daddy.”

You whimper, back arching as the pleasure rattles your every nerve. It grows within you, stretching out all over your body, and then your orgasm crashes over you, making you mewl. You gasp, writhing, as Jake drags your pleasure out, helping you ride out your high on the toy.

You're so sensitive, and Jake just keeps the toy inside you, still turned on, which makes you cry. “No! 's too much, Daddy. Please.”

Jake chuckles softly as he pulls the toy out of you. He turns it off and then licks it, tasting your arousal.

His cock is impossibly hard, balls aching with the need to spill their load inside your pretty, tiny pussy.

He removes his loincloth which is sticky with the precum that drips from the tip of his cock. Your eyes are quick to fall to his naked body, eyes widening at his width, and his length.

You're a little nervous about it fitting, a little nervous about it hurting, but the sight of it, the knowledge of how much bigger Jake is than you makes you excited, your body already growing aroused again.

Jake grabs the bottle of lube in his hand and spills a generous amount on his cock, smearing it all over his shaft. Then he spills some on your pussy, working it around your entrance with his thick fingers.

Your eyes are wide, chest heaving and falling with each heavy breath.

Jake runs the huge head of his cock between your folds before prodding at your entrance. He holds your gaze, saying, “'f you want me t'stop, you tell me right away, kid.”

You nod. “Okay,” you reply, breathless.

And then Jake's sinking into you, his cock forcing you open. Pain rings through your body as he stretches you out. You gasp, mewling softly, little tears forming in the corner of your eyes. And then, the head of his cock pushes inside you, making you jerk, and the pain dissipates.

Jake's ears are flattened against his head, your tiny pussy so fucking tight and warm around him. “You good, sweetheart?” he asks, studying your face.

You nod gently, body rolling in search of more friction. “Deeper,” you beg.

Jake chuckles softly before he carefully sinks the rest of his cock into you. At first, you think he really won't fit. But then, slowly, your pussy stretches more, taking him—all of him. Next thing you know, Jake's hips meet yours, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

You whimper, eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so big, so fucking enormous. He dwarfs you, his body so much larger, his strength outweighing yours by a long shot.

Jake grabs you by the thighs and lifts you until your ass is resting on his lap. Then, he starts thrusting into you, which makes you cry out, tears of pleasure spilling from your pretty eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into your soft skin. “Oh, you're so good, angel. Look at this pretty pussy, taking me like it was made for me. Goddamn.”

“Daddy,” you cry. “Fuck! 's so good!”

Jake watches you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes shut tight, pretty tears staining down your face. You're so tiny, so small, your pussy barely able to fit him. He loves it.

“You're my good girl, aren't you?” he says, licking his lips. “My pretty girl.”

“Yes!” you gasp, trembling, his cock bruising your insides, your womb almost purring from how stuffed you are. “Yes, Daddy!”

The nickname makes Jake grunt, cock twitching inside of you. It's something about the way you say it, about how beautiful you are, about how your doe eyes don't give away a single drop of this dirty side of yours.

“So fuckin' gorgeous,” he says. The sound of skin on skin loud in your room. His balls slap against your puffy folds, making you squeal. His cock drags against your g-spot with ease, and you squirm under him. “So fuckin' perfect f'r me, kid.”

“'m yours!” you gasp, toes curling. “Daddy, 'm yours!”

Jake chuckles. “Yeah, I know you are, kid. I know you're mine,” he replies, one of his enormous hands splaying over your lower stomach, pressing down. You gasp as you feel even fuller, Jake's cock ready to sink right into your womb.

You tighten around Jake and he groans, digging his fingers into your delicate thighs, surely bruising the flesh. Under the palm of his massive hand, he can feel his cock bulging in your womb, rocking back and forth with every thrust. There's something about how dirty it all is, how you're letting him fuck you when he's almost double your fucking size, that drives him feral.

He bares his teeth, hissing in ecstasy, sharp canines showing. You peek your eyes open to look at him, and it's the way he's so fucking predatory at times, how he looks insanely feral, almost out of control that has you close to the edge.

“Daddy!” you mewl, trembling. “Fuck! Fuck!” Stars are glowing behind your eyelids, your ears are ringing, and every rough thrust of Jake's knocks the air from your lungs.

“Goddamn, 'm so deep in you,” Jake groans, your gummy walls clamping down on him. “So deep in this pretty pussy. Fuck.”

You cry out, sobbing from the bliss. “Please! Need y'to make me come!” you beg, your entire body quaking from the unbearable pleasure. It coils low in your stomach, stretching out, feeling like liquid fire that sears your womb in the best way.

“I know, kid. Imma make you come, alright?” he promises. “You're gonna come all over my cock, 'nd then I'm gonna fill y'up.”

You mewl at his words, pussy growing tighter, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “You like that idea? You want daddy t'fill you up with his cum? Hm?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, tears blurring your vision as you try to meet Jake's gaze. “Daddy! Make me come! Please! 'm so close.”

Jake keeps his thrusts steady, placing his thumb over your clit and giving the little nub some much-deserved attention. You squeal at the sensation, the fire within you spreading all across your skin until you feel like you're going to lose consciousness. And just when you think you can't take anymore, when you feel like you're going to die, you come, squirting all over Jake. Your orgasm wrecks you, leaves you only half-awake, stars dancing behind your eyelids, black crowding at the edges of your vision.

Jake gasps softly as you come, his eyes trained on your slick that drips down his hips from your orgasm. You're so tight around him, so small and warm—

His orgasm crashes over him, making him shudder and grunt, “God fucking damn.” His load spills into you, thick ropes of cum that spurt right into your womb, his balls releasing all of his seed into your eager cunt.

You gasp at the sensation, but are too weak to do anything but lie there and take it.

As you two come down from your highs, Jake pulls out of you gently, watching his cum torrent out of you, dribbling to the bed sheets below.

Jake kisses your body softly, gently, and asks, “You okay, baby?”

You nod, breathing heavily, still too fucked out to talk.

Jake tends to you the rest of the night, massaging your muscles, kissing your skin, cleaning you up.

And ever since then, he can't stay away from you. He just about spends more time in the lab than he does in the forest. He loves taking you with him to the village. He'll hold your tiny hand in his huge one and lead you through the wonders of Pandora.

And what's more, he doesn't respond to any other nickname from you if it's not daddy. At the beginning, he settled for you calling him daddy only in the bedroom. But then, one day, it slipped out of you while you were visiting the village. Ever since, Jake insists on you calling him daddy for anything and everything.

He likes it. Likes how it emphasizes the fact that you're his. That he's the only one who gets to hold you, kiss you, fuck you, love you.

He loves that everyone can tell you're his.

Daddy's little girl.

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koalajinn · 6 months

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"OH you acting up now?" /j.jk drabble

(yk what to expect 🤭)

Grunts and screams erupt from the living room as Jungkook and his hyungs play Warzone.

You laid in bed, the bed was behind Jungkook's game play setup as he screams into the mic.

"Baby, shut up.. im tryna ' watch YouTube.." You state, warning him only once. "Yeah yea." A concentrated Jungkook says, waving his hand as a signal to shut up.

You plop yourself on the bed lazily, yawning as you stretch out on the humongous bed. "Koo~" You whine, crawling to the edge of the bed to rub at his neck.

"Let's get off the game.. Im hungry" you had tried to persuade him.

"Baba stop, m ' almost done" Jungkook shooes your hand away, his fingers firing their way back ontkthe controller, fiddling their life away.

Fine. Play this stupid game Jungkook.

"He, wouldn't treat me like this." You mumble, but you mumble loud enough for Jungkook to hear. He hums, pausing the game.

"Watchu ' say chubs?" He turns around, the controller stiff as a turtle as he pushes his tongue to his cheek, forming a print where his tongue pressed.

"Nun ' not that you would care n ' y way" You shrugged, pettiness featuring the angriness.

"Baby, don't act up. You kno ' ain't nobody else ma." Jungkook chuckles, turning the game back on.

"He would take me out to dinner, show me affection. He wouldn't be onna ' game all day." She mumbles again.

Jungkook bites his lip, his tongue playing with the cold silver piercings under his lip. "Baby, ma.. don't play wit ' me, ill fuck yo ' shit up." Jungkook takes the headphones off this time. Oh now he wanna give you attention?

You giggle. "I ain't even say nun ' sit down boy." You laughed, turning around and laying on your stomach, kicking your legs like a child.

"What's his name?" Jungkook snatches your ipad you had just playing YouTube videos of your favorite vloggers. He cuts it off, throwing it to the side.

"What the hell! -" You sat up, pushing at his chest.

"Nah, tell me who he is. Ima ' break yo ' shit ma. Fuck you playing round ' for?" Jungkook grabbed at your neck, staring you right in your eyes.

"Mmm, fuck me Kookie." You rolled your eyes. Your hands found his bulge in his jeans, playing around with the clothed penis.

"OH you acting up now? Hmm..?" He aggressively questioned, shoving you down to the bed, swifly taking off his shorts.

Oh boy..

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beabeemu · 10 months

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Private, but not a secret

Itoshi sae x reader

pro! football player sae, famous people problems (yk how it is ackk 😝😝) << FLUFF, slight angst WITH COMFORT, mentions of anxiety, worried reader. cursing, slight trash-talking WC: 2k

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Sae valued privacy, which is why he despised the paparazzi, always rubbing their noses in his business, always watching his every move, even the smallest thing gets them riled up. He once experimented on going inside a store full of strollers, he went viral the second he stepped in, it was 100% his fault. He had to go to like 10 interviews to clarify that he had just stepped “accidentally” stepped into the wrong store.

Despite being a little used to it, he wasn’t as annoyed by them up until now. Sae was a bit relieved that you were quite familiar with the works of someone who needed to handle the paparazzi, being an author of a globally famous manga/anime series and being quite the animator yourself, and handling two businesses’ had gained the attention of people. Since you were viewed as an influencer, people can’t get enough when they get a glimpse of your personal life, especially the person whom you were currently dating.

“You ready?” while adjusting his hat and mask.

“Yup” you mumbled, currently bundled up in the hood of Sae’s humongous jacket and scarf. Sae had just finished winning a match, you stayed back waiting for sae to finish his shower, so that you two can go to the after-party that his teammates had insisted he goes to. He refused at first but you convinced him otherwise. His teammates thanked you and went on ahead.

His manager had informed us that paparazzi and fans were waiting for the players to leave the stadium, they were now waiting for sae. To say he was irritated by this was an understatement. Because having the paparazzi there meant he had to treat you like you were just some lukewarm person (which you weren’t) He hated acting like you were a stranger in public, as much as he loathed admitting it, he needed you to be beside at all times. But not wanting your guy's relationship to be peaceful, he had no choice.

Walking to the car he shielded his eyes and stopped the urge to wrap his arms around you to protect you from the flashes, during the short walk to the car waiting for them, sae couldn’t help but clench his teeth. He went inside first, he wanted to open the door for you but resisted, which led to him accidentally slamming the door shut. He watched as you got in and then the driver finally drove away.

Y/N was slightly struggling to get his jacket off her since it was so big, it was really heavy.

“Come here” hesitating for a bit, but still made the effort of going to the backseat where sae was. Once she was seated, sae released a breath, as if he was holding it. He took the jacket and scarf off of you.

“You good? What’s on your mind?”

“Would it be so bad?”

“What would?”

“If we didn’t have to hide. What could go wrong?”

It wasn’t the first time sae had asked this. It was kind of getting irritating, having to explain over and over again. It wasn’t like you liked hiding your affection from each other, you had just decided that it was for the best that you two will hide it until you two were exposed by a fan or the paparazzi but until that moment comes, you two promised that it will be best to keep it behind closed doors.

“Because it will not only jeopardize my work, but your fans will go feral”

“Why do they care? I can date whomever I want, and it’s you”

“But your fans are so possessive, they’ll come at me one by one, and I dont think I have the mentality to handle that yet.”

“So you’re saying that we’re just gonna hide our relationship forever? Is that what you're saying?”

“I’m not saying that, just not now-”

“Then when? When can I hold your hand in public? When can we go on dates without wearing ridiculous disguises? When can I Y/N?”

You were shocked, to say the least, you didn’t expect sae to just rant about it, you didn’t know that it had bothered him so much. You didn’t know what to say. He was waiting for you to answer. But y/n didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t thought about it that way. Then she realized that her mind was still occupied by work, to the point that it had also affected their relationship.

“What are you afraid of?”

That question shocked her even more. What was she afraid of? Was she scared of something?

“I… just wanted our relationship to be just us. Without other people getting in the mix. I’ve seen other celebrities' relationship fallout after announcing their relationship to the public and I’m just scared because I dont want us to be like them, I dont want to have a fallout. I want to bet my whole life and being to you sae, I really do but it's just so hard”

Sae stared at her for a minute. Processing everything she had said. Then the driver notified them that they had arrived at the venue of the after-party. Y/n swiped away the tears that had slipped and started putting on her disguise. Sae stopped her.

“No, don’t”

“Sae not now please”

“No. Can you take us to my penthouse?”

The driver nodded and then started driving.

“What about the after-party?”

“They can manage without me, I’m not letting you leave until we’re done with this argument. Look, I can’t assure you anything, but God forbid that something bad happens to us. And I won’t let it. But the thought of not being able to go anywhere I want with you forever just haunts me. I just want to be with you without any restraints.”

Y/n raked her mind for a possible solution that will result in a different outcome that will put her mind at ease, but she had nothing. For the first time, she didn’t have the answer. But one was for sure. IS that she loved sae.

“Maybe we could lose the extreme disguises, the next time we go out on a date”

His face softened, he felt relieved.

“Really?”

“Yeah… I think we could pull it off for a few months, right?”

He hugged you and muttered a small thank you.

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Oh god, how wrong you were.

Not even a 1 week in, you two were already going viral all over social media. A picture of you and sae in a park at night laughing while eating ice cream was all over the internet. The picture was clear as day. You didn’t even know that you two were being followed. But alas you were wrong.

Oh, how you hated being wrong.

Your work phone was buzzing with notifications, probably from fans. You ignored it and turned it into silent mode. You were looking at the issue with your phone which then flashed the contact number of your beloved manager. HEsistating a little, but you still answered.

Right off the bat, she said “What happened with ‘keeping it private’ ?”

“Sae was getting sick of the disguises, and I dont know… is it bad?”

I can tell she was trying so hard to be considerate of how I was feeling because she went silent for a bit. Her silence answered yes

“ well it's not as bad as we had assumed, some are bad, and some are supportive”

“What's the majority?”

“Good, which is great because it means they don’t hate you”

“Is it? You’re not lying?”

“Look for now just lay low ok? Is sae with you?”

“No, he’s at practice, he doesn’t get a hold of his phone until after”

“So he doesn’t know yet, which means you don’t have to panic ok? Stay calm, You won’t get fired just because of this little thing. And the football league isn’t strict at all with their players dating so they won’t force you guys to break up. And I’m fine with it, and both of your families are already expecting you two to get married so dont worry ok? All the people that you need approval from have already approved of you two so don’t overthink ok? But I suggest that you put your other phone on silent until this dies down”

“Already done, and thank you, I needed to hear some assurance”

“Glad I called when I did, I’m just gonna do some media control ok? I need to make sure that they don’t do anything extreme.”

We said goodbye and hung up. I went to the kitchen to drink water, trying my best to calm down. She had never needed sae this much before, but Right now all she wanted was him here, telling

her that it was gonna be ok.

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When sae opened his phone, it was exploding with notifications from every social media platform he had. Confused, he went to Twitter and went to the bottom of it. And the first tweet he saw was a fan account of his talking trash about his girlfriend with a photo attached of them from their date last night.

He was furious, but that furiousness was overpowered by his worry and aloof his anxiety. Trying to rush packing his stuff, he immediately got out of the locker and outside where he was met with the paparazzi. There were a lot more of them now, probably because they were all buzzing to get an inside jizz about his love life. Like the picture wasn’t enough. He walked through the people, getting closer to the car waiting for him and not looking at the cameras or answering any questions.

But what that one fan said had his blood boiling

“You could do so much better than her sae-kun!!”

He paused, he looked at the fan, then they were quiet. All waiting on his comment.

“What did you say?”

The cameras started flashing more frantically, they weren’t screaming anymore.

The lukewarm fan was getting nervous, she said “I-I said that you could do better than that y-y/n”

Sae’s stare was so intense that you could his anger from a mile away.

“Y/n is my girlfriend and none of you assholes can do jack shit about it, And the next time I hear anyone talk shit about her again I’ll have you hunted down, and I will turn your fucking life upside down. That goes to all of you sons of bitches.” everyone went silent.

He then went inside the car and they immediately drove off. Maybe cussing everyone there wasn’t such a good idea, but he didn’t care, it’s not like he could get fired for it. He was too good at his job for that. What he was about was you.

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When he went inside, he was met with the sound of the tv. He immediately went to where you were. You were watching the news, more specifically sae cursing a whole lot of people.

“Y/n is my girlfriend and none of you (beep) can do jack (beep) about it, And the next time I hear anyone talk (beep) about her again I’ll have you hunted down, and I will turn your (beep) life upside down. That goes to all of you sons of (beep).”

You turned to look at sae and smiled. “Thank you for cursing at them, and threatening them for me. Let’s just hope that they poor coffee at me or vandalize my building”

“As I said, I’ll have them hunted down and I'll turn their life upside down”

Y/N giggle recalling his rant that was full of beeps, her giggles grew until she was throwing her head back laughing. Sae lightly smiled at this, as he sat down beside her. “I’m glad that my anger is funny to you”

“It’s just so funny because you were cursing so much” She continued laughing. Sae just looked at her and savored the moment. And was silently glad that she was happy, despite it being him who she was laughing at. She was the only person who he’ll allow her to laugh at him, and get away with it.

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To say that his threat worked was an understatement. Because after a few days, it had already died down. And they were now freely going out for dates in peace. Some pictures might get leaked here and there but they didn’t mind. Just a daily reminder of who was itoshi sae’s girlfriend and soon-to-be wife.

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jordyn-degas · 1 year

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𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕥

Characters: Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

Warnings: first time writing for him - be patient with me; light smut - MDNI; Zoro fucks you against a door because why the hell not?; yes, there is some alcohol involved; yes, we also have some soft Zoro thrown in there;

Base: crew mates; time skip; mutual pining; hidden feelings; everyone knows except them; some jealousy; clumsy confessions;

Taglist: @uchihabbynic - there is literally no way in hell i'm not tagging you in this piece 😂 as a wise character would say "Nic-senpaaaaaai!" 😂

Another island. Another battle in which the Straw Hats have emerged victorious. Another night surrounded by incredibly grateful residents, dancing and singing around a beautifully assembled bonfire while being offered humongous amounts of food, drinks and sweets. For pirates that refused to be called or considered heroes, you surely enjoyed the rewards.

“Do you think I can get his attention?” golden hair strands twirled in between manicured fingers, voice faltering with each note as nervousness washed over it — two women basked into the bonfire’s glow, gazes set on a very specific, yet unattainable man.

“Why wouldn’t you?” another raised an eyebrow, lips smacking together softly for the freshly applied lipstick to settle — fingers rushing through baby blue locks, ruffling them a bit for a more natural look. “He would be so lucky to get the attention of such beautiful women as we are.”

There wasn’t any trace of a lie in her words, both women of a beauty hard to deny. Smooth, silky skin unraveled from under the bit of clothing they both wore, bodies formed from nothing but perfect curves that would melt a man into submission in no less than a second. Adjusting their skimpy clothing, conversation of how to get in the man’s good graces kept pinching your ears to the point of annoyance. It did not even occur to you when an unwilling chuckle slipped, two pairs of eyes holding smoldering fires turning to the sound.

“Something funny?” the blue haired one asked, noticing quickly how she was the more confident one, annoyance dripping down her tongue.

“He doesn’t care.” short reply followed by a lazy shrug was offered as you didn’t meet their gazes, solely trained on the man having the time of his life while holding a bottle. “Women are not a priority.”

“She’s ..” the blonde swallowed hard, immediately lowering her head in an attempt to show respect. “.. a Straw Hat.”

“And?” arrogant amusement peeked from behind a pair of pearly whites that outstretched into a smirk. “Just because you weren’t able to catch his eye, which I don’t blame him for, it doesn’t mean we won’t.”

Before the sharp reply you prepared could be released, two bottles of sake flew by and landed into the hands of the two women. Surprise was written all over their faces, quickly looking in between the person standing behind you and the alcohol.

“Those should be enough to have Zoro look at you for longer than three seconds.” coldness laced Nami’s voice, an arm sneaking around your shoulders protectively — feather-like steps followed shortly thereafter, Robin joining in with an expression of such calmness it could bring down to their knees the most ardent adversary.

With a last mocking laugh, the two women left to pursue the only goal for the night: Roronoa Zoro.

Gaze lingered after them, hips swaying towards where the rest of the crew sat – Sanji’s eyes popping out of their sockets the moments the two beauties arrived. Golden earrings glimmered into the fire’s light as Zoro's head tilted slightly upwards to see where the sake bottles were coming from, eyes sharply flickered along the women’s form before meeting yours across the bonfire. It lasted more than any of you could count, abruptly cut off by the blue haired woman that sat down as if knowing perfectly where to.

“Here.” Nami’s tongue clicked, placing another bottle into your hand. “Tonight we drink and party.”

“Blind leading the blind.” Robin offered a small smile, positioning herself enough to cover the scene where your eyes stayed glued on, feminine laughter coming with way too much ease.

“What do you mean?” brows dipped into a game of confusion, not daring to open a subject that could set ablaze the entire island – slight pang of guilt hitting your chest knowing what was deeply hidden from two of your best friends.

“Y/N.” name melodically slipping past Robin’s lips as her head cocked a bit to the side, bright blue eyes holding in them a familiar glint. “We know.”

“You’ll have to be more ..” fingers unscrewing the bottle’s cork and throwing it to the ground before quickly taking three consecutive gulps, feeling right away the alcohol hitting into the pits of your stomach along with the suspicion of what Robin was hinting at. “.. specific.”

“Really?” playful smirk curved Nami’s lips, arm tightening its grip around your shoulders, nose poking ever so slightly a cheek that felt hot to the touch. “You’re in love with Zoro.”

Each crack that was carefully sealed with each minute, day, week and year passed into his presence, reopened in a matter of seconds when the sentence you hid yourself from was uttered. Eyes snapped wide open, taking a step backwards while stumbling a bit over your own feet, the feeling of airways constricting as the sake rolled down the throat faster than needed.

“I think you were too specific.” Robin chuckled lightly, steadying you on your own two feet while Nami patted away the violent cough rocking your burning lungs.

“I was right though.” Nami casually shrugged, both witnessing fingers clutching tightly around the bottle, jaw clenching as it pulsated under the skin, faint blush pinching your cheeks. “We all kinda knew for at least a year now. It’s not as hidden as you both think.”

“Both? Nami .. not both.” head shaking slowly, you sighed deeply as bitterness pinched the roof of your mouth. “Just me. And it’s fine.”

“That’s not ..” Robin began saying, quickly catching on to what you were trying to say and wanting to dismiss it.

“Can we not make a big deal out of it right now? Tomorrow’s another day.” arm stretching out towards your best friends with a small smile. “Tonight we drink and party.”

Nami and Robin looked at each other, both wanting to protest against your previous statement before realizing this was neither the time or the place. Laughter ensued, bottle passed around to seal the secret with the liquid that was bound to unravel what has been left unsaid for years on end. Arms thrown around their shoulders, you made your way towards the rest of the Straw Hats, passing right past the two women that were trying a bit too hard to get into Zoro’s good graces as his eye followed you.

“Y/N.” Zoro’s fingers wrapped around your wrist the moment you walked by him, abruptly stopping while a heavy knot formed into the stomach. “Drink with me.”

“Not tonight.” sharp reply came almost instantaneously, gaze kept forward and settling on Sanji and Franky that looked at the two of you with wide eyes filled with surprise – never before refusing to drink with Zoro, especially after such a glorious victory, always inseparable. “You already have great company.”

Every single muscle in Zoro’s body hardened, jaw clenching shut hearing the notes of your usually calm, kind voice drenched in a coldness he only heard in battles or when Sanji was overstepping. Head tilted upwards, dark gaze falling on an empty expression, calmly watching how you took another sip from the bottle, its content pinching your cheeks even more with a pinkish shade. The tension was of an uncommon heaviness, your crew mates watching the entire ordeal in complete silence, Luffy pulling out of his mouth a large bone with a “pop”.

“Is there any room for me there, Sanji?” just like that, all the coldness dissipated into the air as a warm smile graced your features, wrist slipping away from Zoro’s grip a bit too harshly for his taste. “Drink with me!”

“That was harsh.” Franky mumbled while moving to the side to allow for you to sit in between him and Sanji, everyone else resuming their antics, feeling their eyes darting back and forth between you and Zoro for a bit longer.

“That was perfect.” Sanji grinned from one ear to the other, arm comfortably swinging around your shoulders before raising his voice. “Y/N, we’re going to have so much fun tonight!”

Night progressed with music and laughter swirling into the air, stars and moon being witnesses to Brook’s intoxicating notes complimenting Luffy, Usopp and Chopper’s shenanigans that had the residents filled with pure joy and a fun not lived in too long. As bottles fell, so did your worries, every single thought or feeling washing with each generous gulp of sake, accepting invites to dance with the island’s residents, laughing and forgetting, even for one night, where your heart truly was.

When one man became too many, Franky threw you over his shoulder while Luffy and Nami booed him for being a fun killer. Everyone knew that being a lightweight wasn’t one of your traits, recognising with ease that it was one of those moments when letting loose was the best option – simply tipsy and pushing as deep as possible any feeling related to the one that seemed to be unable to leave your mind.

“Franky!” frown dipping into a pout, arms crossed against the chest as you eyed the cyborg with a glint of vengeance in your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

“And the last thing we need is a swordsman out of control.” Franky barked back immediately, finger pointing so close it could touch your nose. “Sake or men.”

“Sake.” you mumbled, nose scrunching up, tip of the shoe tapping lazily against the ground. “Bottle.”

“Atta girl!” Franky laughed loudly as he turned around to leave and bring the only thing that would keep you under control at the moment.

“Hmpf! The audacity!” quiet growls coming out in waves filled with displeasure, aggressively blowing a hair strand out of your face. “Who cares what Zoro thinks? He can go fu ..”

Words died out into the throat the moment a step was taken backwards, back hitting abruptly a hard surface that had your muscle tense in a split second. Warmth engulfed you from head to toe feeling an arm wrapping around the waist, a low, deep chuckle you knew all too well brushing past the ear in waves carrying amused notes. Instinctually, your hand flew upwards, pressing softly against the one that held you tightly. Heart jumped into your throat with a never felt before speed, eyes closing for a brief moment to inhale the familiar scent of steel that replaced the Summer air, grabbing and pulling mercilessly at every single sense you possessed.

“You were saying?” Zoro rasped into your ear, eyes snapping wide open realizing with how much ease you began melting against him.

“Nothing that concerns you.” voice danced between warmth and coldness, fighting to get a hold of the person you were when not around him.

“I heard my name.” arm tightened its grip around the waist, being pulled even more into him than ever before while his other hand found your left one, fingers dangerously close to intertwining.

“You heard wrong.” another sharp reply slipped past your lips, mustering up the strength to evade the most comfortable grip in which you have ever been caught, quickly taking a step forward.

Forgetting for a mere second who the person you were talking to was, guard was let down enough for Zoro to grab your wrist and hold you in place, feeling his dark gaze burning into the back of your head. Small smile forced its way towards the corners of your mouth, fighting to stretch them out, teeth nipping into the inner cheek in an attempt to keep yourself as grounded as possible.

“Let me go, Zoro.” annoyed sigh made its way into the air, wrist wiggling into its grasp.

“Why are you so mad at me, Y/N?” the question you’ve been avoiding being thrown out into the open, wincing slightly hearing how his voice danced between anger and calmness.

“Just because I chose to drink with Sanji, and not you, it doesn’t mean I’m mad.” you chuckled lightly, choosing to play the card of an innocence he never bought into. “He deserves a chance from time to time.”

“I’ll ask again.” this time his voice dropped more than an octave, detecting with ease the threatening notes that always made your skin crawl when going at each other’s throats for whatever reason that would be squashed in less than a minute. “Why?”

Before another, either mocking or smart, answer could be uttered, Zoro quickly tugged at your arm, body being spun around in the blink of an eye. Palm slapped quietly against his broad, tanned chest, the arm which he pulled at being locked behind your back with his own, breath hitching as surprise washed over your expression the moment his satisfied one met yours.

That is when the answer to the “Why so bold in public?” question came – half-lidded eyes stared completely lost into yours, cheeks pinched with the usual alcohol blush, his usually slicked back hair now slightly ruffled as its aspect, along with its uncanny green shade, reminded you of why Sanji called him Moss Head, and an arrogant smirk was the Zoro facing you tonight.

Drunk Zoro — a sight to behold.

“I- ..” whisper of a sentence that never came faltered, too enthralled by the man holding you closer than ever before as eyes filled with want couldn’t stop from tracing along the sharpness of Zoro’s jaw, lips parting while your gaze darted across his – fingers twitched against the warmth of his chest, slowly moving upwards until they brushed across the protruding collarbone.

“Y/N.” Zoro’s voice faltered into a whisper with each letter of your name, eye closing feeling the softness of your skin against his, deep inhale being taken – as if a spell was breaking, hand stopped before it could reach his face, eyes snapping wide open, erratic heartbeats breaking out loud enough for both of you to hear.

“You were busy.” snapping harshly, words coming out in a hiss, eyes darkening as you attempted to stare down the man you never could. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Busy?” Zoro’s brows fell into confusion before being taken over by a brief surprise, corners of his mouth twitching into a blooming amusement that decided to take the form of a smirk. “Hm.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Roronoa.” low growl erupted from the back of your lungs, swift movement changing the dynamic, forearm pressing against his throat. “And let me go.”

It was beyond impossible to maintain a defensive posture with the way Zoro’s dark gaze cut right through the core of your soul, too strong to wriggle out of his grasp while feeling being pulled even closer into the body that provided a warmth and comfort you’ve been dreaming of for far too long now. Breathing picked up its pace, heartbeats slamming against the rib cage and carving their way out, his head dipping so close lips ghosted over each other.

“You’re not going back to them.” Zoro whispered as his half-lidded gaze traced the movements of your quivering lips — danger blooming into his dark iris at the mere hint of the men surrounding you not too long ago.

Alcohol tainted breaths embraced each other, Zoro’s right hand releasing yours from its strong grasp only to wrap around the waist, flushing your bodies together in a breathless closeness. His ever watchful eye began memorizing every imperceptible gesture of the muscles, quietly observing the haziness that began settling over your features as his left hand cupped your face, tilting it upwards a bit more only for the thumb to brush innocently along your lower lip. Shaky breath slipped into the air, each second taking away from you the ability to stay grounded into reality, dancing along the fine line that led into insanity.

Heavily intoxicated on the scent of the man you have secretly loved for as long as you could remember, mind barely able to debate between “should I?” or “I shouldn’t”, electric shockwave had your blood rushing with an unmatched speed the moment Zoro’s other hand swiftly moved away from your face to travel along the body, palm pressing against the small of your back before expertly smoothing over the curvature of your ass.

“Zoro ..” choked out whisper, desperately hanging between confusion and a hidden plea for more, brushed against his feverish lips. “What are you doing?”

Instead of being offered a sound, sane reply, you were met with fingers dipping into the flesh, Zoro’s hand grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing far from gentle. Lips parted to let out a breathless, quiet moan that almost went unnoticed by the man.

Almost.

“Settling whatever this is.” Zoro answered the question while taking a step back, releasing your body from his strong grasp and stretching out an arm, palm all open and welcoming.

It was blatantly obvious what was about to happen, yet you could not stop taking his hand, you could not fight the rush of hotness that ravaged your body from head to toe, blood rushing through the veins at the mere thought of finally reaching the point you’ve thought about for so long while cumming all alone, all over your fingers. With each step taken towards the house where all the Straw Hats were going to spend the night, your core dripped heavily onto the underwear’s material and drenching it beyond anyone’s wild imagination. After all this time, you knew Zoro better than the back of your own hand and, the heavy tension, the burning gaze, the alluring rasp with which he talked were dead giveaways, witnessing some whenever a woman was caught in his trap – he was either going to fuck you or kill you.

There was no in between.

“Settle it how?” the dumbest question you could think of slipped out, feet stepping inside the house, Zoro’s grip on your own hand tightening hearing it, walking through the darkness while climbing the stairs to the first floor – third bedroom on the left.

“You were jealous.” the force with which the words fell off his lips slapped the breath out of you, mouth agape as the door clicked shut behind, back resting against it as Zoro’s arms were crossed against the chest, dark eye solely focused on your shocked expression. “Why?”

“I could say the same thing.” out of fear of looking weak, a mere attempt at regaining yourself, choosing to raise an eyebrow rather than answering straight. “Which means, Zoro .. Why?”

“Because you’re mine.” the reply came with a venomous possessivity you’ve never encountered before, at the same time also with a baffling ease that pushed the knees into a trembling motion.

“I’m .. what now?” walls sprung, protecting any bit of the feelings you have been trying so heavily to hide, laughter escaping into the darkness, trying to act as if the moonlight did not fall right on Zoro’s not so amused expression, dark gaze glinting with determination. “Since when?”

In the blink of an eye and one swift motion later, you found yourself propped against the door, feet no longer touching the ground as the legs were wrapped around Zoro’s waist, mini-skirt riding upwards along the thighs while the strap of your tank top fell off the shoulder. Chest began heaving heavily, one of his arms wrapped around the waist for support while the other worked its way upwards, fingers tangling into the hair.

“Since we’ve met.” Zoro’s reply came as a whisper, warm breath pinching your lips as they hovered over his – truth spilled into the silence, chin trembling holding back all the pent up emotions.

“Are you?” dancing between reality and insanity, asking the question you wanted to hear a clear, truthful, spoken answer from, both separated right now only by a simple decision. “Mine?”

Zoro’s gaze darted from your face to your lips and back again, body filled with nothing but goosebumps at the feeling of having the woman he has been in love with since he can remember into his arms, mind twisted with never ending thoughts of ravaging every part of you until there was nothing left to give. Even with an alcohol induced mindset, Zoro always knew how to keep to himself, how to not reveal more than needed. However, seeing with how much ease your lower lip quivered, holding back what he thought to be so much time wasted in bottling up feelings, taking in the beauty in which your eyes bathed while silently pleading for an answer, he decided that if there was a person that was allowed to see him unravel, that was you.

“I’m yours.” Zoro swallowed the heavy knot formed into his throat, melting against your body as each muscle relaxed to allow you to understand that there was more than meets the eye. “Since we’ve met.”

The answer you’ve been waiting for far too long – everything needed and more.

Letting go, in a split second lips melted against each other, arms wrapping tightly against Zoro’s neck, bodies completely flushed together as his fingers lost themselves into your hair, gripping at each strand as if afraid of losing what was right in front of him. Tongue swiped across the lower lip, granting easy access into your mouth, not even fighting for the dominance you’d usually challenge him on a daily basis – you were his for the taking.

With each passing second, hunger surfaced over the passion, panting and teeth clashing in a desperate attempt to taste each other even more than possible. Arms fell off Zoro’s shoulders, traveling down the chest, not shying away for a single second when your hands worked over the clothing, one pushing it off his body while the other reached for what you wanted where it was needed the most. Mouthwatering hardness came in contact with your palm, skins separated by nothing but material and a guttural groan was released, one that had you clench painfully around nothing.

“Impatient.” Zoro’s very particular chuckle, one that signaled danger, had you freezing – hand abruptly stopping from sizing him up, mouth agape, half-lidded gaze settling on his lips.

Fingers untangled from your hair, brushing across the sensitive skin of your neck before settling on the chest, being pushed backwards and leaning against the door once again.

It was impossible to look away from the beauty this man so easily displayed – defined muscles only Gods were said to be having, the broadness of his shoulders you found absolutely delicious were in full view, abdomen relaxing and contracting with each push of Zoro’s attempt to control the last bit of sanity he could hang onto right now as it fell into that, oh, so delicious, sculpted V-line, jawline of a sharpness that was not for the fainthearted, blush pink lips glistening with the remnants of your hungry kisses, half-lidded, dark gaze settled on yours along with the mess of a green hair from what had ensued so far.

Godly, you thought.

Too entrapped by the man haunting your dreams, there was no warning when his fingers hooked into the material of your tank top and pulled mercilessly, tearing it in one swift motion. Breasts bounced lightly when being released from their confinement, pebbled nipples coming abruptly in contact with the air, eyes snapping wide open at the gesture while a gasp erupted. Head cocked slightly at the sight, Zoro licked his lips hungrily before a smirk took over, taking a moment to admire the image in front of him, one he believed to be a whole lot better than whatever he imagined while fisting his cock at the thought of you.

“Stop staring.” you huffed, blush dusting the cheeks, one you knew was bright enough to outshine the moon, while playfully flicking his golden earrings.

“You were doing the same a minute ago.” Zoro grinned from one ear to the other, watching with a deep pleasure how you began squirming.

Opening your mouth in an attempt to be a smart ass, words died in your throat, being taken over by a moan the moment his mouth came in contact with your pebbled bud, tongue flicking playfully at it while his other hand gave equal attention to the other. Head fell backwards against the door, chest being pushed upwards, further into Zoro’s ministrations that were engulfing your mind in a pleasure induced haze.

“Roronoa.” fingers scratched against his scalp to which Zoro groaned loudly, grabbing at his hair and pulling backwards, darkened eyes staring right into his, skin brimming with a fire only the two of you could feel, panting desperately while being met with an innocence that sent a shiver down the spine. “Fuck me.”

It was either pride or amusement that could be read on Zoro’s flushed face – whatever it was resulted in his clothing fully dropping on the floor, eyes falling on the spot that interested you the most. Quiet, wet slap had you shivering lightly, breathing quickening its pace while watching his hard, veiny cock in all its might, standing up to attention and forcing for your eyes to not cross noticing the slight curvature upwards that was surely going to hit exactly the right spot.

Arousal pooled even more into your panties, feeling how soaked they were, inner thighs drenched beyond reality, his cock’s angry tip leaking heavily in anticipation.

“Up here.” Zoro rasped, hand sneaking in between your legs, fingers hooking into the material and pulling it to the side – eyes meeting his, completely lost on the expectation of what was about to happen, you hastily worked on the skirt while bunching it all around the waist. “Fuck.”

The word slipped out of both of you at the same time, Zoro’s fingers finding themselves completely drenched in arousal when settling in between your folds. Arms wrapped around his shoulders when feeling one finger slipping in with an embarrassing ease while his thumb pressed playfully on your needy clit. Slow, lazy movements derailed your mind completely to fall over the edge, needy whimpers slipping into his mouth as lips met yet again. Surges of hotness and pleasure rushed along the veins, hips beginning to move on their own accord wanting more.

“You can take another, yeah?” Zoro’s own panting revealed itself as another finger was pushed inside, the desperation of your needy cunt sucking them in with ease – whimpers morphing into moans, hips being pushed even deeper onto thick fingers as the first praise of tonight was released. “Good girl.”

“Wa-ah!-nna cum.” you mumbled against his lips, feeling that familiar coil building tightly inside, hanging onto dear life for more, thumb circling, playing lazily with your puffy clit, fingers slipping against that, oh, so delicious spot. “P-please ..”

“I know, I know.” that all knowing smirk carving into Zoro’s features, mocking tonality coming to play while gritting his teeth for control, feeling the way your gummy walls clenched around his soaked fingers – in a split second emptiness filled you, whimper and a confused expression following. “Wanna have you cum on my cock.”

Heartbeats thumped violently against the rib cage, Zoro bringing his fingers drenched in your juices up to his lips before sliding them into his mouth, pulling out of you a shameless moan at the sight. It was as if fighting a force of nature, the gesture enough to have your coil snap, holding back painfully to not cum right there and then - so fucking good, the swordsman rasped, watching with satisfaction how you fought to remain sane.

Strong hands settled on the hips, Zoro aligning himself with your soaking core that was dripping down the inner thighs and onto the floor, droplets falling with quiet slaps at the contact with the wood. Foreheads pressed together, eyes never leaving the other’s face, rock hard cock rubbed in between your folds for lubrication, drenching him completely.

Feeling the tip slowly pushing in, gasping with no sound at the burn of an unfamiliar stretch, eyes widened at the size that you had to accommodate with, zoning away from him. Even after seeing it in full earlier on, you were definitely not prepared for it.

“Eyes on me.” Zoro commanded, voice faltering from aroused to careful, calm even – your gaze focused back on him quickly, looking for a confirmation that you were alright, a brief nod following right after.

With each delicious inch, the burn of the stretch turned into pleasure, accommodating to Zoro’s size and length being a work you never thought was needed. Teeth rolled in between them his lower lip, whimpers slipping out until you were flushed completely against him. Jaw went slack when he bottomed out, feeling the twitch of his cock against your stretched out walls. A few slow, lazy strokes followed, both accommodating at a whole nother level, broken moans beginning to fall off each other’s lips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Zoro’s head fell backwards, fingers dipping into the flesh of your hips as he guided your body as he pleased, up and down the length you wanted for so long. “F-fuck ..”

“M-more ..” was the only thing you could say, pleading to be fucked beyond relief. “P-aah!-lease!”

Teeth grazed across the sensitive skin of Zoro’s neck the moment his pace picked up another level, nails digging into the flesh of his muscular back, leaving trails of ownership with each stroke, wet slaps bouncing off the walls. Lips latched onto the skin, sucking viciously until you stole another moan from him, love bite threatening to form by the time this was over. Every single time your needy cunt was clenching around Zoro’s length, another loud moan would slip into the air, filling you with a possessive satisfaction knowing it wasn’t because of someone else but because of you. He was unraveling right under, contracting on purpose just to hear that sweet sound coming out of the greatest swordsman.

“S-stop .. doing that!” Zoro barked annoyed, slamming into you aggressively, the loudest moan that was let out so far, finally making its appearance – clenching once more, fingers grabbed at the back of your head, pulling backwards until you were met with the cool wood of the door and a dark, hooded gaze. “Brat.”

Using the surface as leverage, angling you just right, Zoro’s arms went under your knees, spreading them beyond perfection as his gaze fell right on the spot where the two of you connected. Hands settled on your waist, fingers dipping forcefully into the flesh, squeezing an annoyed hiss from the woman that has been challenging him since they’ve met. A vicious smirk pinched his puffy lips, dragging his cock out slowly before slamming it deeply into your cunt.

“FUU-AAH!-CK!” the scream that plunged out of your lungs had Zoro’s cock twitch violently, watching how your body arched in pleasure.

“Rough, ha?” rasped chuckle came from the swordsman, hands wrapping around his wrists. “That’s my girl.”

What you thought felt absolutely amazing until now, turned into absolutely mind-blowing madness as Zoro began using your dripping hole as he deemed fit. Bewildering pace filled with a stamina fit for none other than him set the tone of how his hungry cock devoured your needy cunt. Clenched teeth could be seen between the moaning and the grunts he let out, sliding in and out like a starved man, watching almost drooling the way you were desperately sucking him in. It did not even matter at this point that the door was trembling violently in its hinges, the way he was capable of hitting into that perfect spot, tip kissing your cervix in the most delicious of ways.

Sweat trickled down Zoro’s body, glistening muscles flexing with each movement, licking his lips at the sight of the white, creamy ring forming at the base of his cock. Droplets of the same exhaustion essence dripped down in between your bouncing breasts, nails digging into the skin of Zoro’s wrist as the knot holding everything together was about to snap into millions of pieces.

“‘m gonna .. ahhh! fuck!” your moans began to be erratic, these last words being from the string of coherent ones as the rest came completely mumbled out, slurred even along with the squelching noises of a drenched out cunt sucking in the best cock it ever tasted. “ .. c-cum ..”

“C’mon .. shit!” Zoro grunted, holding you with only one hand while the other came in between trembling legs, thumb and index fingers settling on the clit, squeezing it gently between them before twisting it slightly. “Cum on my cock.”

“I w-wa-aah ah!-nt .. w-with me ..” barely audible words falling off your lips, unfocused eyes crossing from the pleasure the swordsman was inflicting on you. “Cum.”

Without thinking twice, the coil that has been burning heavily snapped in a split second, starstruck release washing over the both of you. Zoro slammed as deeply as possible into the depths of your cunt that was milking him for dear life and more, filling you up to the brim with his hot, creamy release, the pool of your violent orgasm erupting and drenching the man, dripping onto the floor in a never ending rain of droplets.

Heavy pants ensued into the darkness, silence embracing the both of you, Zoro wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling towards him until flushed completely against each other. Lips peppered hot kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, traveling upwards under the ear and finding their way across the cheek until met with your feverish ones. Lazy, yet needy, brief kisses adorned your lips as his spent member slipped out of your warmth, quiet whine being let out at the loss of contact.

“Look at me.” Zoro whispered calmly, warmth pinching the tonality of a usually deep, aggressive voice – you refused by hugging him tightly, knowing exactly what he will see once allowed to. “Y/N.”

Slight, brief shiver took over, one that did not go unnoticed by the swordsman as he frowned briefly at the unusual occurrence, thinking, at first, that you were just tired. Pressing another kiss on your temple, nose nudging at it as a sign that you could not hide forever. Taking a deep breath, body moved slightly backwards, coming face to face with the only man that you wanted to fuck for the rest of your life. Zoro’s eyebrows snapped upwards briefly, barely visible to the untrained eye. Not to you. That was because you knew exactly what he was seeing right now.

Past the messy hair, flushed cheeks, puffy lips and sweaty body, there was the loud thumping of a heart that was never going to be able to settle after tonight and a very specific glint that adorned your eyes.

You looked utterly and irremediably in love.

What you did not expect to see, disregarding the words you both said to each other before everything began tonight, was that Zoro had the same expression on his face. Knot formed into the throat, teeth nipping at the inner cheek noticing the blush that bloomed onto his usually stone cold cheeks. You were both staring at each other as if caught red handed, as if doing something that you were not supposed to when, in fact, you had absolutely no idea that this was going to be the best decision any of you could make in their entire lives.

“I’m in love with you.” courage came out of complete nowhere, pushing you to be the first one to speak, knowing who was the man you were talking to – Roronoa Zoro, the man that would never say it hurts, rather dying on his own two feet than admitting to a weakness. “I have been for as long as I can remember. Yes, I was jealous of the two women that came to you tonight. Yes, I danced with all those men in hopes of getting a reaction out of you. Clearly, it worked and ..”

“Y/N.” Zoro tried stopping the avalanche, noticing how you kept fidgeting into his arms, fingers playing with the golden earrings – something you always did when nervous, uncomfortable or deep in thought.

“And you don’t have to say anything.” you followed, palm cupping his cheek while the other thumb smoothed over the scar adorning his left eye. “I can see it perfectly already. Don’t force yourself to be someone you’re not just for the sake of me hearing the same words. Tonight was enough for me to realize that you’re in love with me too.”

Zoro stared, lips parted in surprise hearing the words that fell past the lips he was kissing not even a few minutes ago with a love he had never shown another. You were the person that knew him better than anyone, he could go to the lengths of saying that even better than Luffy himself. He knew he did not have to say it for you to understand that his heart was beating in the same ways as yours did.

However, what Zoro was going to do was to show you as better as he can, willing to learn how to make you as happy as he wished for you to be with him – love, something Roronoa Zoro never thought he would be able to be blessed with.

“Thank you.” the swordsman whispered, lips pressing against yours gently, softness enveloping your senses, foreheads leaning into each other as he pulled back.

“And that?” innocent chuckle bloomed into the air, your finger pointing at the bright love bite fully settled into the skin of his neck. “Those two better know who you belong to now.”

“God, woman ..” Zoro laughed loudly – a true, rare sight – while playfully slapping your ass to which you jumped slightly, letting out the same laugh. “You’re killing me.”

“Exactly!” you chirped, grinning from one ear to the other, while being carried towards the bathroom. “No one else is allowed to kill you also. If you ever decide to die, I’ll happily oblige and do it myself!”

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klausysworld · 6 months

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🏖️ w klaus?

Much needed Vacation

Klaus loves to travel and after a thousand years of being on edge he was more than happy to relax for a while.

Since unlocking his werewolf side he was able to feel temperatures more, he would wear thicker clothes and added layers in the winter and had the desire to go shirtless everywhere in the summer. Not that I'm complaining but his siblings weren't the most fond.

Hope also found that she enjoyed the heat and so when I mentioned the idea of a vacation, the Mikaelsons were very excited. It was rare that the siblings were able to actually enjoy their luxuries but for the past for months everything had been lovely and calm and there was no sign of any threat for the near future.

So we flew first class, hired out a villa and claimed our rooms. Klaus had grabbed my hand and sped us to the biggest suit, bringing our bags and dropping onto the humongous bed with a pleased sigh.

I smiled and shut the door before opening our cases and beginning to put all our clothes on hangers and into the wardrobe. I could hear Klaus removing his clothes and pulling something else on, probably his swim trunks because Hope had been begging for them to go in the pool as soon as they arrived. I put our little wash bags into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom to see Klaus in his navy swim shorts and his wolf tooth necklace.

"You gonna go to the pool or the beach?" I asked as I sat beside him and traces my fingertips against the bare skin of his shoulders

"Pool, it's only the first day, I don't want sand to appear in all of my clothes for the next two weeks" he joked and I smiled widely. He just gazed at me for a moment before glancing to my shorts and t-shirt "are you coming?" he questioned with a tilt of his head

"Not today, it's already getting late and we agreed to cook the first night and to go out for food tomorrow. Elijah said he'd help." I explained and he hummed

"We can always go out for food, today, tomorrow, the whole holiday if you like. Don't stress about house tasks, just come relax, this was all your idea" he stood and tugged me by the wrist to stand which I did and I wrapped my arms around his neck

"I'm not stressing, I just want everything to go well. Besides if we eat out every day then it loses what makes it exciting" I reminded and he pouted

"Or it makes when you cook more special?" he offered and I gave him a look resulting in a sigh and a 'fine' before he gave me a kiss and disappeared out to the pool with Hope, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol and Freya whilst Elijah, Hayley, Davina and I were inside preparing food and inspecting the villa.

The first week consisted of nothing but the pool, snacks and sunbathing. The second week we began doing activities and taking day trips either all together or in groups or couples, plus Hope of course depending on who she wanted to spend the day with.

More often than not it was Klaus and I and whilst it was really sweet and we all had fun, I could see Klaus getting frustrated. We hadn't been intimate the entire vacation so far because someone was always awake during the night due to the heat and usually it was Hope. None of the walls were sound proof and the doors didn't have locks. Although Klaus was willing to risk it, I didn't want to traumatise Hope on her first family holiday.

But I knew he would burst soon. His hard non was permanent and he would press it against me at every possible opportunity, whispering dirty words or quietly begging for me to touch him. Klaus always went one way or the other when he got needy, either he got overly dominant or very submissive. I think this time, because the environment was to calm and everyone was happy, he became more subby and whiny for one-on-one attention rather then when he's agitated all the time and unable to grasp his emotions.

So I decided to check out the beach, people seemed to clear off in early evening for food and the entertainment facilities nearby so I planned to bring Klaus down around then.

I set up a blanket so we didn't have to sit on the burning hot sand and put a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice before going to get Klaus. I dragged him out with the promise of a surprise.

"Trust me okay? You'll like it" I told him as he huffed and puffed about wanting to know before we got there.

By the time we got there the sun was starting to set but the air remained hot, I lead him across the sand to the place I'd set up. His expression seemingly softened and a smile pulled at his pretty pink lips.

I pulled him down onto the blanket and kicked my sandals off. I lifted my dress off and put it on the edge of the blanket so that I was in only my bikini. I looked back to him to see him throwing his shirt away toward the sea and then his shorts so he was left in his briefs. I let out a short laugh and got onto my hands and knees, crawling on top of him and pressing him down by his chest.

His lips were on mine in a second though his kisses were much softer and more passionate than I expected if I were honest. His arms slid round my waist and his mouth opened as though begging for my tongue inside. I obliged of course and deepened the kiss, my knees squeezed his sides gently and my hands stroked at the stubble along the top of his neck and jaw to his face. I sucked gently at his tongue to make his groan. His hands wondered to untie the string keeping my breasts in place, the bikini top fell into him and then his hands moved to my bottoms. He tossed them away and whined into my mouth as he pressed his clothed dick between my legs.

I pressed my mouth firmly to his for a moment before pulling back to look between us and pull his briefs off his legs and to the sand. His hands were already pulling me back down via the back of my neck making me breath out a laugh and kiss at his lips until they were swollen and parted.

My hand stroked the length of his cock a few times to make sure he was ready but it was pretty obvious by now that he was more than ready.

I guided him inside me easily, letting out a relieved moan as he filled me inch by inch. He groaned and rocked his hips gently, his eyes closed and head falling back so our lips detached. I let out a hot breath and pressed against his chest, lifting myself up and bouncing slowly on his lap. I could see the sun starting to hide behind the softly crashing waves and the warm breeze skimmed over the both of us while we moved as one.

I could feel him pulsate inside me as his lashes fluttered against the apples of his cheeks and his swelled lips stayed parted to let out broken breaths of air. I tightened around him every few thrusts to watch his brows pull together. I smiled a lazy seeming smile as I rubbed my thumb in little circles on his sweat glazed chest.

"See? Told you...you'd...like it" I murmured breathlessly and he let out a chuckle and thrusted his hips up.

"mm love it" He whined and I grinned, moving a little faster so that my lower tummy began to twist pleasantly. His hands pulled at my hips to angle them differently, this position caused his tip to brush my spot and my hips to stutter before moving with more need.

He grunted and let out mumbled moans as he moved with more force. My hand fell forward to his side, landing in the sand instead of the blanket making me groan but clutch at the surface regardless. I could feel each grain brush between my fingers as the soft smack of his balls against my filled the air between our mix of panting.

I groaned when I felt my clit tingle and crave for attention. I dropped my spared hand down to where I needed and put my fingertips to use. I felt myself flutter around him and in response heard him let out a low moan. He squeezed my hips and rolled us over so he was on top.

"Klaus!" I whisper yelled when he pushed me into the sand, it all sticking to the pair of us.

"we'll sort it later" he muttered as he thrust his hips with more control and power. His pace quickened and his grip on my hips tightened as did I.

"Oh god" I whispered with a whimper. His face dropped to the side of my face, his soft lips pressing light kisses against my cheek and neck as I felt myself flood with warmth. I kept sliding my fingers over my clit, faster and faster until I felt that I couldn't stop. My sounds became a blur along with my vision as I listened to his encouraging whispers to let go.

"Fuck Nik, please-" I whined and he kissed my lips harshly. I let out a series of gasps when I felt him slam into my spot repeatedly, the heat from the air, the sand and our bodies all seemed to merge as I felt that powerful sensation rush through me and down my thighs as I let out a surprisingly loud cry of pleasure.

My hand slid out against the sand as my body went limp, legs falling to my sides and my face pressed into his chest. His breathing was heavy as thick ropes of cum shot into me without warning. My eyes were closed and I groaned slowly, my thighs trembled gently for a moment before I relaxed fully beneath him.

I could feel his warm hands cup my face and I slowly opened my eyes, smiling up at him as he kissed my lips softly.

“Thank you” I whispered and he chuckled softly

“It was your gift sweetheart, I should be thanking you” he corrected but I shook my head

“You did more” I whispered as he moves his hands under my back and lifted me up making me huff when sand fell from my hair.

“I really didn’t love but it’s sweet that you think so” he teased and I rolled my eyes

“Doesn’t matter” I mumbled and he smiled, holding me close making me wrap my arms around him.

We stayed on the beach for a while, trying to get as much sand off me as possible before getting up and trying to find out clothes.

Eventually we got back to the villa, everyone was in the pool and our food was sat waiting on the side making me smile as we took our plates to our room.

The rest of the week went perfectly and once we returned home we lasted another 3 full days before a major argument broke out and the longing for a holiday was back.

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ggomos-maribat · 9 months

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2 | in which Damian Wayne wakes up to an odd breakfast

Part 2 of No Mr. Wayne You Can't Adopt Me! | Masterlist

Saturday. Bruce's only schedule for the day? An interview.

But inside the Wayne manor.

It wasn't Marinette's first visit to the house, but she still couldn't get used to how humongous it was. She readjusted the box in her hands and the coat hanging from her arm as Bruce himself welcomed her at the front door and guided her to the drawing room.

A drawing room that indeed looked expensive but was extremely messy at the moment.

"Where's Alfred?" she asked.

"He's out for groceries and a few other errands," replied Bruce, which explained the state of the room. Which also explained the Batarangs and a utility belt lying out in the open which Bruce didn't seem to notice.

Marinette inwardly sighed one of her many sighs for the day. Her boss was lucky she came over early in the morning on a weekend. She wondered how his identity hadn't been discovered by the public yet. She took the chance to give Bruce a once-over to examine his outfit: polished shoes, blue blazer, blue tie, hair gelled to perfection.

"Is it too formal?" he asked hesitantly.

"They will only take one photograph of you but you have to at least leave the impression that you're not 'all work, no play' in your own house." She crossed her arms. "May I suggest your waffle-knit sweater with a collared dress shirt underneath and light-colored pants?"

What is that expression . . . is Bruce actually pouting?! "Yes, okay. I'll change now."

Just as he was about to turn around and retreat upstairs, Marinette stopped him. "Mr. Wayne, may I tidy up this space for our guests?"

He appeared a shade paler, pinned under her stern gaze. "Yes, of course. Thank you Marinette."

And off he scurried to his bedroom.

With his permission, the PA got to work. Ms. Sinclair and her assistant will be here at eight-thirty. We have around fifteen minutes to prepare. She picked up the papers scattered on top of and underneath the coffee table, stored away the blankets draped on the chairs, and safely hid the Batarangs and other identity-incriminating objects behind some knick knacks on the shelves. Armed with a duster and a lint roller, she moved around to clear the cushions of fur and get rid of the dirt between spaces. Finally, she pulled the curtains open to give a lively view of the courtyard (and to introduce some much-needed sunlight into the area).

When Bruce returned downstairs wearing the outfit from her recommendation, he blinked and looked around as if it was his first time seeing the room. "This looks much better," he hummed in approval.

Marinette topped it off by placing a flower centerpiece on the coffee table. "Anything else you need me to do, Mr. Wayne? Should I sit in during the interview?"

"No thank you, I have another request for you." Bruce's eyes flickered towards the kitchen. "You see, some of my children might already be awake at this time and Alfred's not around to take care of breakfast."

". . . I don't believe this fits my job description."

"I'll add to your pay this month."

"I'll get started on breakfast right away, sir. Any preferences?"

"Anything will do."

Marinette nodded and immediately put away all the cleaning equipment as the doorbell rang. Bruce told her that he would be the one to greet Ms. Sinclair, so she headed for the kitchen instead.

***

Upon entering the new room, Marinette noticed that there was already an occupant inside. A short-haired woman sat on top of a barstool on the kitchen island, cradling a mug. Marinette halted in her tracks, bowing slightly.

"Hello. Miss . . . Cassandra." She smiled softly. "I'm Marinette, Mr. Wayne's assistant. I don't believe we've met before. Your father's currently entertaining a Gazette reporter at the moment and asked me to cook breakfast."

Cassandra, or Cass as Bruce would often refer to her, tilted her head. "Nice to meet you."

Marinette unhooked an apron near the refrigerator. "Would you like me to make you another cup of tea?"

Cass' eyebrows raised, perhaps surprised at how perceptive she was. She gazed down at her mug, thinking, and met Marinette's eyes again. "Sure."

With a one-month raise in mind, Marinette prepared the teapot and collected the ingredients. Thanks for not telling me which children are home, she frowned as she went over the contents of the pantry. Very helpful, Mr. Wayne. She settled on playing it safe: simple but numerous choices.

"Have you got any preferences for breakfast, Miss Cassandra?" She asked as she tipped the teapot over Cass' mug. Cass merely shook her head 'no'.

"Very well."

Marinette had just preheated the pans when footsteps sounded. In rushed another Wayne kid, slinging a bag over his shoulder.

"Good morning, Mr. Thomas," she chirped. "Would you like coffee, tea, or juice?"

Duke looked like he was caught off guard seeing her there. He looked back and forth between her and Cass, eyes filled with confusion. His sister only motioned for him to reply to Marinette.

"Uuh, coffee please," he responded, walking up to a barstool to sit down.

"I'll brew a cup for you right away." Marinette took the empty coffee maker, suspiciously containing remnants of the drink. Mr. Drake's doing, no doubt. "Mr. Wayne had me get started on breakfast since Mr. Pennyworth isn't here at the moment."

"Ohh," said Duke. "Marinette, right? It's a Saturday today though. Bruce called you in just to make breakfast? He's incompetent but not that incompetent, you know."

"He does require my presence for the interview he's doing." Marinette motioned towards the direction of the drawing room. "I have nothing to do while he's currently conversing with Ms. Sinclair, so he thought I could cook some food for you."

"Pretty sure his main problem was breakfast though."

Marinette slowly nodded in agreement, stirring the contents of one pot. "I didn't object because he promised to compensate me fairly."

"As he should." Duke brought out his phone to check his reflection on the camera. "By the way, do either of you have any tips for an internship interview?"

Cass shrugged and patted his hand. "You'll do well."

"Really? I almost couldn't sleep last night because of it." Duke huffed. "Then Tim told me to just wing it after I caught him making coffee."

Marinette contributed two words while still moving around to cook: "Your cologne."

Duke sniffed himself. "Does it smell bad?"

"It's best to go for a more subtle scent." She wrinkled her nose and momentarily reached for her bag to toss him a bottle that she brought. "Here, this might be more suitable."

"You brought men's cologne?" Duke stared at the glass sprayer in disbelief.

"You'd be surprised at how many things Mr. Wayne unexpectedly needs." The reply drew out a little laugh from Cass.

Duke took a whiff and lit up. "I'll go change and put this on. Thanks, Mars!"

As he raced back up the stairs, Marinette checked the time. She untied her apron, poured out four cups of coffee, and prepared them with differently: the first two (one for Duke), she used only creamer and sugar; in the second one, she added just the right amount of sugar; and in the last, a vanilla flavoring, tower of whipped cream, and a dash of cinnamon. Next, she quickly set up the three drinks on a wooden tray, plus three plates of pastries from the box she brought.

Thank kwamis Alfred has a good kitchen arrangement system, she thought.

"Please excuse me for a moment." She told Cass as she picked up the tray.

She was granted impeccable timing when she slipped into the drawing room—Bruce and Ms. Sinclair had paused their interview, with the latter's eyes immediately gleaming in delight upon seeing the snacks and drinks. Meanwhile, Sinclair's assistant-slash-photographer gawked.

"Excuse me, here's some refreshments." Marinette beamed at the journalist, setting down the tray. "Mr. Wayne picked these pastries just for you, miss. I hope you enjoy them."

"Goodness!" Excitement was practically radiating from the woman. "Aw, Bruce you didn't have to!"

Ms. Sinclair wasn't a difficult person to please. A quick research told Marinette that she had a sweet tooth. A much deeper (totally not borderline stalker-ish) research revealed her favorite coffee blend and pastry shop.

Marinette definitely read a hint of surprise from Bruce, even if he did a good job of concealing it. Because Bruce, in fact, didn't prepare the pastries and is seeing them for the first time. He directed a charming smile at Ms. Sinclair. "It's the least I can do. Please enjoy."

"Such a dear," the woman gushed. "Now I might do three pages of the magazine for you, not two!"

And when Bruce glanced at Marinette, she sent him a look saying 'you better thank the heavens you have me.'

***

When she returned, Duke was back, happily sipping his coffee but along with him was a newcomer.

The youngest son.

Marinette had met Damian Wayne only a few times before and only when Bruce was around. Bruce had introduced him fleetingly, so she had only managed to exchange simple greetings with him, not anything more.

But despite their lack of interaction, Marinette knew a lot about Damian from Bruce's ramblings during lull time at work. He'd tell her 'Damian tried to adopt another cat', 'I think Damian's mad at me', 'How can I get Damian and Jason to bond together?', 'Damian threatened to go back to his mother if I don't agree to let Titus come on vacation with us', or 'I think Damian just used a slang on me. What does this mean?'

Marinette would give her best advice to her boss during those times, but she couldn't help but wonder if the resolutions ever worked with Damian since Bruce never relayed follow-ups.

"Good morning, Damian," she greeted, "Breakfast is almost ready. Would you like a drink?"

"Thomas filled me in." He set his bag on top of the counter. "Father really shouldn't be calling his PA for this. And no, I don't want a drink. I have to go soon."

Duke eyed his brother's outfit. "You have school today?"

"I asked my art teacher if I can come in today to work on my painting as we're not allowed to take our artworks home." Damian replied.

"No need to come in on time," Cass pointed out. "Come eat."

Damian narrowed his eyes at the pans on the stove. "I cannot eat—"

"Vegan kimchi fried rice and tofu scramble," Marinette said, "I cooked something else for you."

". . . Tt. Fine." And he begrudgingly took his seat.

The three siblings watched as Marinette served a feast—the delicious aroma of breakfast wafted around the room as she carefully plated the dishes in perfect portions. She didn't know if her cooking was on par with Alfred's, but she should at least impress them for the good pay she was getting from Bruce. She set down the plates in front of them with a simple 'bon appétit!'

Duke shoveled up the food quickly. "This is so good!" He took another bite.

To this, Cass nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Damian quietly chewed his meal, paying no compliments.

But he gazed up at Marinette. "You're not going to eat?"

"Oh, no thank you," Marinette declined, "I wouldn't want to impose, and I already ate before I came here."

It was a full-on lie. It was taking all of her strength to not let her stomach growling be heard. Although she was inside Bruce's home, she still had to act professional. Luckily, Damian only raised an eyebrow skeptically and continued eating.

***

"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce seemed stunned for a second after seeing Marinette hand a packed lunch to Duke before he rushed out. He even taste-tested her cooking and remarked how delicious it was.

He blinked at her. "Nothing else. You've done so much already, thank you."

"I should be going home then."

"Wait." Bruce spun around to face his son. "Damian, you're heading out too. Can you drive Marinette home?"

"But Father—"

"I can commute on my own, it's no problem at all." Marinette stepped forward.

"Her residence is on your way to school," Bruce insisted. "And please let him take you, Marinette, as thanks for breakfast."

When her gaze landed on Damian, he didn't seem too happy about it. But how could she deny a free ride?

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne." She bowed slightly. "I'll see you on Monday."

***

Suffice to say, the walk to the car and most of the ride was full of awkward silence. Marinette tried not to look at Damian every second or so. She went over her mental notes about him. Damian Al Ghul Wayne. The current Robin, who's attending university. Likes animals, broody, formerly extremely violent. If she remembered correctly, he was around her age.

"Take the next right over there and my apartment's in the second building." She offered a small smile. "Thank you for the ride again."

He didn't reply.

He only followed her directions and stopped in front of her building. As a last attempt at communication, Marinette took the box with pastries left over and held it out to him.

"Here, you can take these last two. They're vegan." Marinette watched as his gaze dropped down to the box before lifting up to meet hers.

"No thank you. You should have them instead—you're starving, aren't you?" He tapped his fingers on the wheel. "Besides, you're the one who bought that."

Her eyes widened. Had she been obvious the whole time? "Um, er . . ." She retracted her arms. "Okay. Thank you."

She unclasped her seatbelt and sneaked another glance at him. She was close to opening the door when she stopped. "Hey, can you take off your seatbelt for a sec?"

He frowned. "What?"

"It won't take long, Mr. Wayne."

"I don't—" He cut himself off and sighed, most likely remembering one of their first encounters. He'd ask her to call him Damian, not 'Mr. Wayne' like his father, so she'd only use his last name when he wasn't being cooperative.

Damian did as she said and she reached over to undo his tie. He didn't say anything as she redid the lopsided knot, tying his necktie neatly and smoothing over the creases.

She didn't notice how small the distance between them had become until she felt his breath on her forehead.

"There you go." She pulled away and opened the door. "Alfred usually helps you with that, doesn't he?"

"Yes," he mumbled.

She smiled. "Good luck with your painting, Damian."

Again, silence. But Marinette pretended not to notice him fumbling with his seatbelt as she got out of the car.

#maribat fic #maribat fanfic #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat #dc x miraculous #NMWYCAM #PA!Marinette

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contentloadingandstuff · 7 months

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Ascension - Ningguang x Male!Reader

CW: There may be some details contradicting with Ningguang's backstory. Otherwise none.

Poverty is the source of friendship.

In the countryside, where denizens must fight for every meal and endure the merciless struggle for survival, youth and elders alike find solace in these simple truths. The scholars and intellectuals of the big cities often criticize the saying, bringing up data, facts and examples that paint it as false. The exception proves the rule, but the men of science fail to consider the mindset of the common man as well.

Not many know that Ningguang, the cold, elusive and professional Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, stems from such a background. Even if she would not admit it openly, she believes this statement to hold water. Partly because she is more than familiar with the origins of the phrase, but mostly due to her discovery of more than friendship in the unforgiving conditions of her upbringing.

If one were to ask Ningguang to describe the story of her relationship with you using one adjective, she would label it cliché, albeit with a noticeable fondness in her voice - and, objectively speaking, it was.

Her very first memories include you. There was no shortage of work that needed to be done. Ningguang spent most of her days helping her mother with chores while her father worked tirelessly in the fields. Her duties left little time to interact with other kids. Ningguang had learned about you through her father.

Y/N's hardworking, he said, a good kid. Maybe you should get to know him?

It didn't take long for you two to get along. In comparison to other boys of your age, you were quieter and more toned - much more pleasant to be around. Despite working diligently, your chores weren't your main interest. Ningguang found herself sharing dreams with you, imagining how a life of luxury would feel. Of course, that required earning the appropriately humongous sum of Mora. Ideas weren't an issue for you - from more realistic concepts centered around farming and manufacturing to more silly ones, such as taming Geo Vishaps and offering short rides for money. You often played pretend, painting yourselves as young entrepreneurs, earning billions upon trillions of shiny, golden Mora. Even if the coins were just leaves and gemstones were common rocks, with Ningguang by your side? They were the most precious of treasures.

Soon, however, life did what it was best at - it struck without warning, shattering your peaceful routine.

You've never met your parents, and so your grandparents were your caretakers. A harsh winter came, bringing with it an epidemic of flu. With how tightly-knit the community was, it spread like wildfire, striking yourself, Ningguang, and everybody else. The young and mature survived, but the elderly perished. Even if your grandparents were experienced by many a plague, malnutrition wrought havoc in their bodies, giving them no fighting chance against the affliction.

There was little time to grieve, however. Without their support, you were lost, completely alone with danger of extreme poverty and imminent starvation lurking just behind the corner. Ningguang offered to convince her parents to take you in, but you didn't want to subject her and her loved ones to further limitations - accepting another mouth to feed was no insignificant decision. Faced with this problem, you chose what most poor men of your age did. You joined the Milelith.

The farewell was heartfelt, full of tears and fairly overexaggerated. Even now, Ningguang smirks every time you bring it up. Both of you were certain that your decision would surely result in your death. You said goodbye like it was the last time in your lives.

Soon this misconception was completely disproven. Even though your age technically allowed you to fight, it was decided that you would do less dangerous tasks before you aged sixteen. The jobs were mostly menial - deliver this document here, send a message there, tend to your senior officer's horse. Even if this wasn't the most exciting kind of work, it granted you a roof over your head and ample food in your stomach. After just a few weeks of service, you returned to her and passed the news. The happiness in her heart was pure - so genuine, in fact, that Ningguang planted a shy kiss on your cheek.

Your ascent through the ranks was slow, just as expected. Meanwhile, Ningguang did her best to support her aging parents. As their health worsened and they couldn't work anymore, she knew that what they already had was far from enough. This called for her creativity and wit - without them, there could be no chance of survival. First, she leased the farmlands her parents owned to a wealthier neighbor, and in return she would receive just enough Mora to get by, but that wasn't enough. She didn't want to just survive - she wanted to thrive. Even despite her restricted movements, her mother was still able to sew, and really well at that. For a share of the lease money she would purchase some fabric and, aided by her mother, she would make affordable clothes and little baubles. When a larger portion was done, she would go to the beach and sell her wares off for a small profit - just enough to make it worthwhile. But she wanted, no - needed more.

The opportunity came after a few years. You were old enough to join the regular ranks, but your commanders found a better use of your skills. You were sent to the logistics division, tasked with assisting the quartermaster. Seeing how the production of military equipment went gave you an idea. Aside from forging, The Milelith needed clothes and shoes that required sewing. Ningguang was, of course, more than willing to act on this new offer. After presenting some clothes sewn by her mother as a proof of skill, your recommendation landed her a stable and decently-paid job. After some more time, however, a new fact came to light.

Of the provided equipment, a percentage was always faulty and thus unusable. Crooked weapons, brittle armor, damaged fabric - all of it ended up scrapped in hopes of getting back at least a portion of the materials. Seeing a new and exciting venture in these items, you suggested that these could be sold as surplus, and thus return the cost in Mora. The quartermaster agreed, and gave you enough resources to jump-start your idea. You weren't proficient in running a business, and neither was Ningguang - but, to be fair, her experience went far beyond yours. She created the framework, rough, but good enough to work, and advertised the booth.

"Certified Milelith equipment at an affordable price! Come, see, and try out the tools of our brave soldiers!" She would cry out, attracting a sizable crowd and selling most of the stock in a single day.

Thus, the surplus of faulty equipment turned into a surplus of Mora.

Your senior was genuinely surprised at how well you handled things. Being both fair and generous, he redirected a lion's share of profits to you, and in turn, you directed most of it to Ningguang. This way, everybody was satisfied with the process. Since you, not Ningguang, were the official founder of the project, the prestige for its success fell on you. In a span of just a few months you rose multiple ranks and gained renown as a skilled manager. Obviously, you were just learning from what Ningguang did. Her entrepreneurship was crushingly better than yours, but she was still pleased. You had a good reputation, and she had Mora.

This was also the moment from which things started looking up for you two. Ningguang could not only afford the livelihood and medicine for her sick parents and herself, but also spend the profits on repairs and the general improvement of living conditions. You, meanwhile, stocked up the money to buy your own home - average sized as it was, it sufficed for living and hanging out with Ningguang. The financial cooperation tightened the bond between you and her greatly. You were everything she could ask for - not only a competent and intelligent business partner, but also a handsome, smart and caring… boyfriend.

You learned of this change when, one day, you found two sets of sheets in your bedroom.

Company loyalty was not a concept young Ningguang believed in, and soon she set her eyes on a new means of earning her living. Among the faults there were some affecting just the visual aspects - they were up-to-code in technicalities, and could be sold as such. You would help her set these aside, and Ningguang would later pass them to the Adventurers' Guild… for a small fortune, of course. After all, her wares were military-grade. Using the large sums of money she earned, Ningguang purchased shares in increasingly bigger companies. Using her experience to ramp up their earnings, she would earn millions upon millions of Mora.

Mora can't buy everything, however. One of these elusive wares is health. Despite the best medical care Ningguang could afford, her parents eventually succumbed to old age. You stood with her at their funeral, holding her hand as tears fell from her eyes. You whispered words of comfort into her ears, embracing her in your shared bed, protecting her in a rare moment of vulnerability.

Despite this soul crushing blow, she prevailed. Both of you pushed onwards - you increased your rank and prestige while Ningguang amassed Mora. It was just a matter of time before you reached the top. When Ningguang rose to the position of Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, you were already a general of supply and logistics.

The ambition of the youth is impressive indeed.

Moving into the Jade Chamber alongside Ningguang marked the end of rapid development in your lives. You reached the top, the summit - there was no way of climbing higher in the hierarchy anymore. This new period of stability granted you the chance to look deeper into your relationship with Ningguang. Throughout the years she was the only constant in your life - she aided you, she comforted you, she made you laugh and held you while you cried. There was no doubt in your soul that this woman was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

But did she feel the same about you?

That you needed to find out before you made your move.

The simplest way to find out was through conversation. You wanted to keep the element of surprise present, so asking her outright wasn't an option. Settling on small hints, you started including mentions of aging together and having kids, as well as small tidbits of silly wedding plans. Ningguang reacted very well, going along with your imaginings. You shared plenty of laughs over the image of your wrinkled frames, holding hands while rocking back and forth on rocking chairs. This was your sign.

There could be no engagement without a ring, of course. But what ring would suit Ningguang the most? She can buy every piece of jewelry in existance, after all! But just as all seemed bleak, you recalled what your girlfriend told you some time ago: a treasure is worth more than just its material value - the history behind it makes the most Mora. You didn't need the gift to be immensely valuable, but heartfelt. On the other hand gifting her something worthless isn't a good Idea. It's all about striking the balance.

The first step was getting her measurements. This wasn't notable, as the solution stood right right before you - Baishi. Baishi knew every single millimeter of Ningguang's body, which was a little suspicious, but she was an obvious pick nonetheless. Her bashfullness while talking about your lover was quite amusing, and getting all of Ningguang's secrets wasn't a problem. You also picked gold to be the frame of the ring, since Baishi suggested it would match her outfit's color palette.

The second step was figuring out what would be the main point of interest of the item. Every ring is unique in some way, and, being the loving partner, you wanted hers to be such. Ningguang wasn't impressed by most precious metals and gemstones - their value was obvious and all were easy for her to acquire. You had to pick something else, and thus you asked a few acclaimed researchers. One name repeated in their replies - The Archaic Stone. Allegedly, only true experts could recognise it's true worth, and Ningguang was nothing if not an expert on valuable minerals. Sadly, Archaic Stone is quite rare. The only hint you had was a few oral reports from officers patrolling The Chasm. Unwavering, you went to look for it yourself - it wouldn't be special if you had just told someone else to fetch it. Sure, the quest demanded a fair amount of climbing, but it was nothing your fit body couldn't handle.

Picking the crown jewel was next in your to-do list. The selection was obvious, but you wouldn't use just any random piece of Cor Petrae. Ningguang deserved only the best and purest of ore. Surely, The Adepti wouldn't mind if you just borrowed a piece from underneath Mount Aocang, right? After all, they punish only the treacherous and wicked of heart…

Arriving at the spot, you discovered a far more real threat residing in the cave - a sizable Geovishap with a small group of its hatchlings. Disturbing them would be a suicide, so you needed a more reasonable plan if you wanted to see the ring completed in one piece. The depth of these lizards' sleep is a thing of legend, so you decided on sneaking in after nightfall. Everything went smoothly, up until the excavation of the gemstone. Luckily, long legs and spacious lungs let you escape from the angered dragons.

After delivering the materials to Mixing Jewelry and waiting a few days, you could finally hold the item in your own two hands. It was breathtaking. The framework was made of the purest gold money could buy, yet was nothing but a background for the two slim, polished pieces of Archaic stone, making up the seat for a cut piece of Cor Lapis. The gemstone shone with faint orange light, mesmerizing. A most beautiful ring for an equally beautiful woman.

No amount of luxury could make a lasting impression on Ningguang. The moment you understood that, the final step was a problem no more. Using your color guard to clear out the area, you took Ningguang to your place of origin. Although ruined, the village was just as picturesque and romantic as you remembered. You hired Xiangling, but ordered her to cook simple, everyday fish dishes - just like those you ate back in the day.

After an evening of reminiscence over old memories, gentle laughs over the cute and silly actions of your younger selves and a fulfilling meal, you took her hand and guided her back towards the Jade Chamber.

Just after a moment you stopped, dead in your tracks. Ningguang froze as well, her eyes filled with worry. You allowed the small box to slide down from your sleeve and straight into her gloved hand. Looking into her ruby eyes, you asked the question with no words - Ningguang understood. She smiled.

"I thought you'd never ask."

She handed you the unopened box and outstretched her hand. Your body shook with joy and excitement as you placed the ring on her finger, and planted a soft kiss on her hand.

The moment you looked back at her your lips met with hers.

Thanks for reading!

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sanjisboyfie · 4 months

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๑ keep safe : chopper's crown (27)

one piece x male reader

i imagine

the grapes on the end of the branches

are sweet

『 prev 』

unfortunately for nami, the only way to get to the other side of the lake was by climbing up a humongous tree and then crossing over it via branches. she was shaking in all of her steps, making [name] slow down his pace to comfort her.

zoro, who was walking behind the two, rolled his eyes in annoyance and began audibly complaining to nami for being so slow.

just as nami was about to bite back with a string of curses towards zoro, something from the white river jumped up and tried attacking them. nami screeched in fear, grabbing ahold of [name] and pulling him in front of her to act as a shield. this action just caused them to lose their balance though and immediately fell off the side of the branch.

[name] held nami tight to make sure she was secure in not falling and outstretched his hand, calling out robin’s name for support. she understood immediately and made two hands sprout out to catch them before they fell to their doom.

“nami, you sure love causing trouble,” [name] teased, adjusting his grip on her waist. her legs were hugging his torso and arms were wrapped around his neck in a death grip. he propped his foot against his ankle, making his thigh act as an impromtu seat for her as they were hanging in the air.

“i am sorry…for troubling you,” she apologized breathlessly, collapsing onto the firm ground of the branch, apologizing to both robin and [name].

“no problem,” robin easily said, an unbothered look on her face.

[name] continued on teasing nami, who in her terrified state couldn’t even scold him, by pinching her sides and cheeks and ruffling her hair, “nami! always the one getting us into trouble, maybe you’re more of a hassle than me and luffy — combined! haha!!” his cheerful laughter rang out in the forest.

just as they touched the ground once more, this time on the opposite of where they originally were, robin had stopped abruptly in their exploration. [name] looked at her in interest, following where her gaze was and questioning what she saw.

unblinking, she responded, “a well,” he hummed in acknowledgement, but then wondered aloud, “what’s so important about a well?”

“why would a well be in the middle of this gigantic forest? someone had to have installed it here, obviously, but why at the root of tremendously large trees?” she rhetorically asked, inciting [name] to theorize on his own why it was there.

“maybe the animals made it!” he childishly cried out, making the other three unsure of if he was joking or not.

zoro slapped him on the back of the head, grumbling, “don’t think too much or else steam might come out of your ears. whenever you do seem to think, anyway, you say stupid shit like that.”

[name] pouted, grabbing ahold of zoro’s short hair and giving it a harsh tug. the action made zoro wince in pain before glaring at [name] as if his life depended on it, “hey! don’t be so rude, you stupid marimo head! you’re the stupidest one in this whole bunch,” [name] scolded, giving another harsh tug to his hair, “you’re bringing the moral of the strawhat adventure team all the way down with your shit attitude!”

“this is not an adventure team!” zoro called back, hand lifting and grabbing [name]’s own h/c locks, “no one else agreed with you when you named us after that, so it’s your own fault in the first place!”

“my fault?! how’s it my fault you’ve got a shit attitude?!”

“at least i don’t think with my stomach instead of my head!”

“oh, that’s a bold statement since you’re insinuating you think at all!!”

the two began fighting viciously, falling to the ground as they were having a mini brawl that included pulling each others hair and scratching at the other person’s skin.

nami could only sigh in exasperation, not having the energy to scold them. instead she informed robin she would try getting a bird’s eyes view to grasp a better way to continue exploring, making the ravenette nod her head in acknowledgement.

as zoro and [name] were childishly rolling back and forth on the ground against one another, the two women were hard at work in trying to make sense of their situation.

idiots.

[name] and zoro couldn’t tell how much time had passed since when their brawl first started, but it took nami hurriedly pulling them up by the collars of their shirts to break them up.

“you two sure like to always be touching each other,” robin noted with a laxed grin.

“what does that mean, woman?!” zoro snarled at her, glare evident on his face, “he’s the fucking idiot who constantly needs to have his head beat in for being so stupid!”

[name] was going to shoot back a couple of more insults, but nami was already quickly dragging him off by his wrists. he began complaining, kicking the ground he was being dragged through, “nami! nami! let me beat zoro up some more, the bastard allways has something to say and it’s pissing me off!”

“no, no, just keep getting walked like a dog, [name]!” zoro teased, looking at how he was letting nami drag him around even though he could have easily stopped her.

“don’t fucking call me a dog!!” [name] shouted, flicking his wrist forward and making zoro’s body fly back a couple of meters into the trunk of a tree.

zoro’s body left a comically large imprint into the bark of the tree at the pure force that was used in propelling his body forward.

“now, now, there’s no more need to be fighting like this, you two,” robin said, attempting to calm the nature of their fight down, “[name], it seems like nami had found a new discovery — more places for us to adventure. why don’t you help her navigate it?”

[name]’s face lit up at the word “adventure” and his attention turned away from zoro and instead to the orange haired girl. robin then looked to zoro and began saying some calming words to him (spoiler alert: they just pissed him off more than actually calming him down), words that [name] wasn’t in earshot to hear.

he was too busy in pestering nami in where they were going and what she had seen to make them go out adventuring in such a rush.

she only ordered him to carry her on his back, to make their trip faster. he obliged immediately, dropping to his knees and carrying her with ease. he followed her orders on where to go, robin and zoro following closely behind.

zoro was still annoyed with [name]’s behavior earlier, but was more interested in finding out what got nami in such a mood of adventuring farther onward — especially when she seemed so spooked earlier by their environment. they reached a point deep enough in the forest they were able to hear the waves of the ocean, which made nami tug on his h/c hair to encourage him to go faster.

“hey! don’t pull my hair, do you think i’m a horse or something?!” he scolded in annoyance, slapping his hand onto the grip she had on him, but she didn’t let up even a little bit.

while zoro and robin watched on as [name] ran in whatever direction nami ordered him to, the both of them realized that they were near the area of a major battle going on. the sounds of explosions going off was far away, but still audible if you focused.

honestly, [name] realized the battle as well, but wasn’t paying it any mind. it was far enough that he didn’t have to worry about it threatening their safety. he was well aware of the fight at hand. but with a click of his tongue, he easily brushed the thought of it away.

“see! right up ahead! keep going!” nami urged him, snapping him out of his own thoughts. he rushed forward, seeing a vague shape of what nami was referring to.

it wasn’t until they ran past the lining of trees did he understand nami’s need to see it up close. he let her off of his back with ease, gulping at the sight.

the other half of cricket’s house was up in the sky island territory. there was no doubt. that fake cardboard cutout that was covering the humble abode made sense now. their house was cut in half and sent up to the sky. as in explainable as it was, it was certainly interesting.

he unscrewed the top of his water container open and took in a couple big gulps before stowing it away. nami was examining it closesly while he just allowed himself to walk towards the edge of the island.

finally, after speed walking to catch up, zoro and robin had joined the two and were also gawking at the sight before them. [name] was standing over the edge, looking down at the calm white clouds in front of them with a stoic look on his face.

he was busy trying to piece all of the information together that he had completely zoned out of what the other three were saying. he smiled softly, though, imagining the possibilities of what the rest of the island had to offer. he thought back to the old story book from the north blue, rubbing his forehead in thought.

“[name], are you alright?” robin gently asked him, walking up to him and placing her hand on his shoulder. he turned around, startled, before calming down.

“no, i’m alright.” he replied easily, “i was just thinking,”

“yeah, the steam was practically coming from your ears-”

nami slapped zoro on the shoulder to shut him up.

“just thinking about what that old chestnut guy would say, that’s all,” [name] grinned, looking at the white sea once more before stepping away from the ledge. “i bet he’d start cursing his stupid ancestor or something,” robin laughed at his playful comment, the both of them rejoining the rest of the group.

“then…that means the city of gold never sank…” nami said, turning the attention to her as she theorized out loud, “that means, this is the city of gold, since this is technically apart of jaya! after all that trouble, we were finally able to make it to the city of gold!! this much be a reward after behaving myself, right, god?!”

everyone sweatdropped as they all were reminded nami’s end goal was always just to find some treasure. and seeing as they were actually given more answers to their questions, they all decided to head back to the merry.

[name] was humming the song that always played in his head, picking up whatever caught his eye from the ground and almost making a bouqet of whatever it was that he got. by the time they arrived back at merry, he had a whole bunch of sticks and odd looking leaf plants bundled together in his clenched fist.

“chopper’s gift!” he announced proudly to zoro, who very much did not care, “and when we get back, i’ll decorate his hate with these sticks — a proper adventurer’s crown!”

zoro only yawned in response.

to the adventure team’s shock, though, when they caught sight of the sacrificial altar and merry, it was very obviously in terrible shape. the mast was gone and, despite being so very far, they were able to clearly see that it was in bad shape.

[name] felt worried, but eased up a little when he realized that at least chopper’s body was still on board the ship. his frame and two other…creatures…were on merry.

“chopper!!” nami shouted, concern etched on her features.

“i hope he’s alright…” [name] said under his breath, walking forward.

“chopper, did something happen?! answer us! are you alright?!”

there was dead silence on chopper’s end. nami dropped her hands from cupping the side of her mouth and she looked up pleadingly to [name] for help. he stepped forward and projected his deep voice loudly, “chopper, answer us! come on out, i got you a cool gift!!”

it took a couple of seconds, but there was finally movement on chopper’s end. everyone breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was fine, awaiting for him to give an update on how he was.

he peaked out from the railing of merry and shakingly called back, “no-nothing…nothing scary happened!!” in a very unconvincing tone.

“that’s my strong man!!” [name] cheerfully answered back, waving the bouqet in his hands, “look! i got something for you, so you did a good job in protecting merry, okay?!”

“obviously not good enough, usopp’s gonna give us an earful for how bad the condition of merry is. i mean, look, the mast is missing…” zoro said under his breath, earning him a swift glare from [name].

just as he was about to lecture him for being rude, there was a loud splash that was heard. they all turned their heads to see that it was some sort of ship driven by usopp, luffy, and sanji.

“ah, it’s everyone else!” luffy said, his loud and boisterous voice echoing in the forest. “which means— [name]!!! are you there?!”

[name] grinned, waving his arms in the air to be noticed, “luffy!!! are you alright?! sanji, usopp, are you guys okay?!”

luffy’s laughter was heard next, along with usopp shouting about how he bravely fought against enemies and [name] didn’t need to worry about him. sanji, since the moment he laid eyes on the rest of the crew, was plainly singing praises of robin and nami.

”[name]!! i’m going over to you!!!” luffy shouted and before anyone could properly react, his arms were already stretched behind him and then shooting forward to grab onto [name].

the tall man groaned and prepared for impact, setting the bouqet down so they wouldn’t be ruined. and when luffy finally landed on his torso, with great force, they were sent tumbling backwards and into the trunk of a tree.

“i found you!!” luffy screamed in glee, nuzzling his cheek to [name]’s face, humming in happiness to be reunited with [name]. as if they were seperated for years.

“yep, like you always do,” [name] breathed out, looping his hands underneath luffy’s thighs and hoisting him up on his waist, “let’s get to merry, now. chopper was the one protecting it all this time, i hope he’s alright…”

luffy only hummed back in response, unconcerned as he just kept trying to sink further into [name]’s arms. luffy’s skin and hair were all wet from the splash they created upon their arrival, making [name]’s own hair dampen just a little bit.

“oi, you’re making a huge mess,” [name] commented, pushing luffy’s raven bangs aside to get them away from his face.

luffy grinned, shaking his head similar to how a dog would to dry themselves, and that grin only got wider when he saw the look [name] was giving him. not an ounce of being pitiful was on the captain’s face.

they all hopped onto the miniature ship sanji and usopp were waiting on, [name] expertly carrying luffy around with ease as he boarded with the others. when they finally reached the altar, [name] went over to chopper immediately and brought him into his arms.

“you’re alright?” [name] gently asked, making chopper’s eyes only well up with tears again.

“usopp!! i’m sorry, i’m sorry for letting merry get ruined like this!” he profusely apologized, the sniper’s expression being masked by the shadow over his face.

knowing how much merry meant to usopp, [name] would not have been surprised if the sniper snapped at chopper. well, at least for him personally, he wouldn’t know how he would react if something or someone so precious to him got so violently ruined. he imagined he would lash out in an aggressive way…

but seeing as usopp was very different from him, the man only turned around and looked at chopper in worry, “did you get hurt? you treated yourself to heal up to be all better, right?” which the reindeer nodded his head to, “well, then, everything’s alright! we can worry about merry another time, as long as you’re okay then it’s all good!”

[name] blinked at the calm reaction, feeling a smile make its way to his face. usopp and his ever selflessness shining through, [name] thought to himself. he grabbed usopp’s hand as the man was walking away, smiling at him gently. a silent “thank you” was exchanged, from the h/c haired man ot the sniper. and that gesture and expression on [name]’s handsome face made the sniper blush bashfully, briskly walking away once [name] released him.

that small interaction made usopp’s heart and mind calm down. the reassuring and thankful smile [name] had given him was comforting, especially after seeing the state merry was in. he was glad he was able to keep a level head to please both [name] and chopper.

“you did a good job, chopper,” [name] whispered to the reindeer, “and now, since you’re the merry’s protector, you get yourself a crown,”

laid out in front of them were all the leafy plants and sticks he had collected. he began explaining to chopper that he had to assemble the crown to be put on around the circumference of his pink hat, claiming that he needed to be wearing it proudly the rest of their stay at the sky island.

“my own crown?” chopper asked in wonderment, sitting in between [name]’s legs and letting the man work on his creation. with a simple string that [name] took from the kitchen (without sanji’s knowledge), he was able to tie everything together and gently nudged chopper to stand up when he was finished.

when chopper felt the added weight on his head, he ran to the railing of merry and outstretched his arms to proudly proclaim, “i’ll be a dependable man!!!”

[name] chuckled behind his hand at the endearing attitude. then he got up and joined half of the crew in looking at the old man’s condition. [name] was sat on one side of his body whilst luffy was on the other, the rest of the crew in the room standing more back to give the old guy some space.

chopper explained how it was really the old man that protected merry and saved his life, making them hum in acknowledgement. after assessing his condition, they all decided that it’d be best to stake claim on the shore of the forest rather than on merry.

it would be a safer option for all of them, but especially their injured protector. [name] helped move the essentials back and forth between merry and the land, grinning in excitement when he saw sanji bring along a skyshark to their camp.

“quiet, everyone!!” ‘everyone’ mainly meant [name] and luffy, who were carnivously tearing into the skyshark meat, “we’re in the middle of reports,”

during their reports, everyone learned what the crew was up to during their separation period. it seemed that the strawhat adventure team had the least amount of trouble, seeing as sanji, usopp, and luffy had to fight off one priest while chopper, the old man, and his weird bird (pierre) had to fight off another.

“dammit, i traded adventure with some good fights…” [name] sighed in disappointment, taking a large bite from the sky shark to comfort himself.

nami sweatdropped at his comment, sipping the coffee he had brewed earlier with an unimpressed look on her face.

“well!! thank you everyone for your reports!! it seems that, the most important finding of all is that — this here is the island of gold, the same one the saruyama alliance was searching for!!” usopp exclaimed, pointing at the chalkboard he was using to draw up all their information.

“gold, huh?! i’ve been waiting for an adventure like this!” luffy exclaimed, dropping the bone of the sky shark he was eating and clenching his fists in anticipation.

nami grinned, happy to see she was finally on the same page as her captain.

“hey, hey, luffy! have you forgotten the guerilla’s warning from earlier?!” usopp tried persuading their captain to back down, but his words didn’t even reach the energetic luffy’s ears.

“the guerilla?” [name] echoed in interest, “what did they say?”

“well, seeing as we are pirates, we can’t just back down when there’s a treasure so close by can we?”

“god’s gonna be pretty angry, right?”

usopp paled as the consensus seemed to be they would continue venturing out into the island, deflating when he heard luffy very excitedly proclaim they were going to go gold hunting tomorrow.

[name] stuck by luffy’s side, the two attached by the hip as they fooled around. as the rest of the crew were looking for ingredients for a proper dinner later in the night, they were left to their own devices in entertaining each other.

sanji had commanded luffy to take care of the distilled water, which by extensions meant [name] was taking care of the distilled water too. when zoro and chopper made it back with some other proteins to be added to their stew, they were finally getting more exciting news.

“sanji, sanji, don’t forget to include the fish i caught too, okay?!” [name] reminded, bounding over with a pout on his face, “if you don’t put it in then we’d just be eating vegetable soup!”

“i already added it, quit pouting like a spoiled brat!”

at that news, [name] went back to luffy while excitedly cheering about fish stew.

“alright, alright, everyone gather around for our strategy meeting!” nami called, making everyone come together in a wide circle.

[name] went up to sanji with his own bowl, grinning when he saw the delicious stew be poured onto his dish. he took it to his seat, grinning when he saw his vegetables were cut up in all sorts of shapes. mainly, it were carrots cut into the shape of stars that were floating around in his soup. but, funnily enough, it seemed sanji cut some up to be the shape of coffee beans (he also could have been imagining it, since they were just cut in an oval shape unlike the regular circle…sanji could have just made a mistake by accident).

it brought a childlike smile onto [name]’s face as he almost felt guilt for eating the stew and ruining sanji’s expert work. but the full feeling in his stomach after washed his guilt away.

nami began the recap quickly, eager to get their plan set, “it was 400 years ago when noland first discovered the city of gold. but when he returned to jaya years later, the gold ruins were gone! basically, during those few years, that island on jaya — which is this one, came up into the sky!”

“you mean it rode up the knock up stream?” chopper asked with a look of disbelief on his face.

“yeah! that’s the only explanation! cricket-san said the sea floor explodes at different places each time.

“but it’s hard to believe that forest on jaya is the same as this one…” zoro thought out loud, making [name] purse his lips in thought.

“at least there’s no swam of unreasonably large lady bugs chasing us around here,” he said in relief.

usopp only paled though, grabbing onto [name]’s shoulders and shaking him back and forth, “no! there’s only blood thirsty god ruled priests and warriors, along with other weird animals that are in these forests! [name], it’s still scary!!!”

[name] patted usopp’s head, saying a monotone, “there, there,” in an attempts of comforting the sniper.

“say, those south birds that helped us at the altar were thiiiiss big!” chopper said, extending his arms to show their size, but with how small he was, it was hard to get an idea of how big they actually were.

“yeah, they probably got bigger over those 400 years,” zoro logically explained, taking another bite of his bento.

“but it is weird,” sanji said, walking over and handing [name] another plate of stew before taking his seat next to him. [name]’s eyes turned into stars as he took big gulps from his bowl to finish the stew in one go, “why did those huge south birds save you?”

“well, i’m not really sure, but they all called the sky knight “god”!”

[name] choked on his stew, making sanji look at him in disgust.

“the old geezer is a god?!”

“then that means he’s the bad guy!!”

“you two don’t know how to put two and two together, don’t you?!” usop scolded the two, making luffy and [name] fall into silence.

“anyways!!! getting back to the story, remember what noland’s log said about the city of gold?” nami rhetorically asked.

“i know! he said it was a city of gold!” luffy answered back with confidence. this only made usopp scold him once more for his obvious answer.

“i recall there being a giant gold bell and that there were south birds…” sanji answered this time in seriousness.

“then there was an incomprehensible line on the last page of his log,” robin finished. “just before he died, noland wrote a passage in his book that said he saw gold in the “skull’s right eye.””

“that’s it! now, look at this!” nami unfurled some paper map she had been working on earlier, making the crew join her side and look at it in interest. “i matched the size of robin and [name]’s jaya map with the old skypiea map! it’s just an approximation, but when you put their locations of the beach house together…”

[name] hummed in interest, then grinned in delight to see that it was really all coming together in front of their very eyes.

“see! this is how jaya looked 400 years ago!”

“whoa it’s a skull!”

“well?”

“awesome!!” [name] and luffy said in unison.

“way to go, nami-san!”

“we did it!!”

“then “the skull’s right eye” is…”

“right here!” nami said, pointing at a portion of map that had what looked like a gold temple drawn into the middle of a circular white sea, “noland was referring to the shape of the entire island. but only half of it is left now so nobody could solve the mystery!”

“treasure!! treasure!!!”

“so we just need to go straight to this spot! we can’t leave the boat, though, so let’s split into two teams tomorrow! no doubt about it! there’s an enormous amount of gold waiting for us here!!”

[name] smirked, looking down at the map in interest. with how lively the forest was now, he definitely wouldn’t mind being part of the team that would search for the gold when the time came for it. maybe they’d run into those guerilla warriors too and understand what they were fighting for.

besides the near death run in they had with them when the first arrived, [name] had no idea what to expect. he chuckled, thinking back on how he had so easily threatened robin’s life upon their first meeting. and now look at them now!! practically two peas in a pod. maybe it could be like that with the warriors…

[name] did like people with a strong fighting spirits, anyway.

as he was thinking of their journey tomorrow, it seemed that sanji, zoro, luffy, and usopp were all thinking ahead of their campfire situation. after all, they couldn’t go camping without a fire to keep them warm!

funnily enough, a pack of wolves had joined them in their celebration. [name] had joined the dancing circle with two wolves being carried around in his arms. he easily lifted them up in his arms above his head, smiling and cheering with the rest of the crew.

“gold!! gold!! adventure!!” he shouted into the air, laughing as he felt the wolves on his arms howl in approval of their celebration. their rough tongues were licking at his skin affectionately, making his laughter only amplify even louder.

[name] and usopp were now pulling the wolves into making funny faces, stretching their fur faces to entertain themselves. their antics made everyone around them, including the wolves, to break out into laughter and hold their stomachs.

their rambunctious behavior lived on until the early hours of the morning, making them pass out soon enough for at least some time for rest. everyone’s faces as they were passed out were stuck in permanent grins.

[ .ᐟ ] fun facts: sanji purposely did cut the carrots in [name]'s stew into the shape of coffee beans ; in the original epsiode, he cut the carrots for the ladies into hearts while the others had their cut normally

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stuckyrogersbarnes · 5 months

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'Now, dont be a naughty little slut, Y/n.'

(Bucky & Thor smut)

Warnings: Double penetration, edging, degrading kink, edging.

Word count - 1.1K

Female Reader

You had had a tiring day at work. You worked as Tony Stark's assistant since Pepper and Tony got married. You loved your job, but sometimes it was too time-consuming for you to release, if you know, you know. You sigh as you get out of the shower, your hair is wet and you are wearing your new dark red lace panties and an oversized red t-shirt. You had assumed no one was up at this time of night so you didn't bother making an effort to wear anything else. You lived in the compound with everyone else, they were usually asleep by 11 pm. Whereas you, were usually asleep by 2. You walk downstairs to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. You take it towards your lips but then your head bumps into the fridge and all the water spills over you. Your nipples harden at the cold sensation of water and your clit instantly gets swollen after not having any contact with anything for the past few months. "Fuck." You whisper. Not only are you wet from the outside, but the inside too. You hear two different laughs behind you. You freeze. "Oh, looks like she finally heard us." You hear a familiar voice say. You turn back, only to see the two hottest men in the compound - Bucky and Thor. They were standing about 5 feet from you, your legs bare, your nipples hard and your pussy drenched. "Hi, boys. I didn't know you were up." You try to sound as confident as you can. "Oof, look at those tiny little nipples," Bucky remarks, you had never heard him talk like that. "Mmm, yeah they look yummy," Thor smirks. "What are you doin' up so late, doll?" bucky asks, "N-nothing. Just getting some water." "Oh yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Thor asks as he steps forward, you can feel his cool breath on your forehead. He was about a foot taller than you, but he was leaning down. You look down. "Oh, she's shy." you hear Bucky come closer. "Don't be shy, y/n" you hear Bucky say on your left as Thor slides his hand up your right thigh. Your breath became uneven. Bucky's hand touches your ribcage, climbing up, slowly. "Tell us to stop, doll. We will." You look up. "No, please don't." "Oh, look at that, looks like she's craving some good cock 'eh?" You look at Thor as he connects his finger on your clit on top of your panties. At the same time, bucky's fingers squeeze your nipples, tight. You moan and fall back. Thor grabs you with his other hand. "Be careful sweetheart." he chuckles.

Bucky picks you up and puts you on the counter, "Now be quiet doll. We don't want the others hearing you, do we?" You shake your head. "No." "No what?" "Sir?" "Good girl." He takes your t-shirt off and they both groan at the sight of your bare nipples. Bucky and Thor each latch onto one of them. You hold back a moan. Thor's hand begins to circle your throbbing clit, you already begin to shake. "Look at that, she's already about to come." They smirk. They back away and take off their shorts. Only for you to discover, that they weren't wearing any underwear. You swallow at the sight in front of you. They were both gigantic. Bucky was huge, but Thor was humongous. You reach your hand down to your panties and begin to rub. "Now, don't be a naughty little slut, Y/n," Thor growls. You whimper. They both slowly come towards you. Bucky drops to his knees and swiftly licks up your slit. Thor grabs his cock and begins to stroke it. You moan at the sensation of Bucky's eyes tongue inside you. You shut your eyes, unable to keep them open. "Uh uh. Keep your eyes wide open Y/n. look at me." Thor commands. "Fuck." you moan, about to come. You open your eyes. You begin to shake again, you can feel your stomach churning. Bucky groans. Just as you're about to orgasm, bucky stops. You whine at the loss of contact.

"Get on all fours, Y/n. And remember, the safe word is Red." Thor says. "Ye-yes sir," you say getting on all fours. "What's the magic word?" bucky asks. "It's red, sir." "Good slut." You feel Thor's cock at the tip of your asshole, grab some lube from his pocket and thrusts his whole length into your tight, unused asshole. "Fuck, you've never been fucked in the ass have you?" "No sir." You groan at the pain. "I thought a whore like you would have been." You moan as he begins to thrust. Open up wide for me Y/n" Bucky stations himself in front of you. You open your mouth for him. You suck on his tip, glistening with pre-cum. You take in his full length, without gagging. "Fuck, you're so good at this. Good whore." Thor slaps your butt, you moan, making Bucky's cock twitch. "Fuck me, Barnes." You moan. "Oh. Look who's giving me orders." they both chuckle. "Beg for it, slut." "Please! Please sir i need you. Help your little slut." You whimper. "Whatever you say, doll." Thor pulls out and carries you to the couch. Bucky lies down and you climb on top of his cock. Your pussy had never had such a large length, you loved every inch of it. Thor enters from behind. Your scream gets cut off by Bucky's lips on yours. "These doors aren't soundproof Y/n," he warns. They both begin to thrust, giving you a feeling that you had never felt before.

You begin to see stars, and both your pussy and ass hole clench around their cocks, you hold back your scream as you come all over their cocks. They don't stop. They start to go faster, harder. Making you squirt all over them, again. "Oof, look at that. Our little slut knows how to squirt." Thor says in a growl. "Yes, she does." They re-enter you, bucky takes his finger down to your clit and begins to rub. You moan, on edge again. They pull out as you squirt on them again. Bucky moans as he comes on your clit and thor on your ass cheek. You moan at the warm feeling of their come.

"Did you enjoy that, Y/n?" Bucky asks. "Yes sir." "Good girl," Thor says.

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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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Bird hunting

Ghost x fem!reader x Soap

Chapter 10: Flying Away

Ch.9 < Series Masterlist > Ch. 11

Warnings: description of a body/injuries

Summary: Ghost and Soap feel hope, Canary feels frustration.

Do not read this work if you're under 18. This work contains mature and triggering themes.

Word count: 1600~

Climbing the hill slope through the forest was no easy task with an open wound and burnt soles, but Canary took advantage of the adrenaline still pumping through her veins and managed it. She got to the top of the hill, nearly clawing at the trees around her for support, and purposely ignoring the pain coursing in waves through her body with each step. As soon as she got to the top of the hill, she looked towards the road, just a few feet away from where she stood.

There were still no signs of any vehicles, but she wouldn’t wait to be found. She knew that Luke would be back anytime now with a different vehicle, and she didn’t have the strength to fight him if he caught sight of her. And with that in mind, she descended the other end of the slope. Her feet slid and scrambled against the humid leaves and the mud, and Canary groaned in pain as she stopped her skidding by holding onto the trees.

Once she got to the bottom of the slope, the sound of a stream was heard from her twelve. Panting, she tried to maintain a hurried step as she reached the water, studying it cautiously.

The stream didn’t look deep, but the current was strong and possibly very strong. Still, she needed to cross it, and she was not going to climb the hill again simply to get to the bridge - it would cost her precious time she didn’t have. Canary looked around until she found the shortest way to the other side. She walked over to the shore and took a deep breath, plunging her feet into the cold water.

She swallowed a scream as she forced her feet forward, the water reached above her knees at the deepest, and the current was strong enough that it threatened to topple her over every time she raised her foot to take a step. She was already shivering at the low temperatures of the water, and realized her bandages were becoming wetter - only not with the water.

To make things worse, just as she was halfway through the stream, she heard an engine approaching. In a panic, Canary painstakingly hurried her step, nearly tripping on a rock as she tried to get to the other side before whatever car passed.

Just as she stepped on dry land, the engines were heard louder, and she stumbled to hide behind some tall bushes, wondering if it was the third man.

She instead saw a patrol car and a jeep. And inside the patrol car, a very familiar sight she would recognize in the darkest nights, through a sniper’s scope at five hundred meters away, or in complete darkness, with her eyes closed and using only her fingertips to guide herself - a skull balaclava.

She let out a loud gasp before attempting to scream for Ghost to look her way. But she was short of breath from both her effort to cross the stream, and her body’s natural reaction to the cold water.

“Gho-! *cough* Ghost! I’m here!” She still tried, nearly choking with her own spit as she tried to scream through her panting, only to watch both vehicles drive away.

The sound of the engines lulled to silence, and Canary simply stared at the spot where they disappeared to.

They were there for her, she was sure of it. They would get to the cabin and realize she managed out, and would realize she had to go through the woods. They would get to her in no time.

That didn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face in frustration and a sob to choke up in her throat, as she lost the grip on the tree trunk next to her and fell to her knees on a bed of fallen leaves.

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The air within the patrol car was stuffy - or at least it felt like that to Luke. He was sat in between Ghost and Soap, two humongous men - compared to him at least. At one point during the drive, he dared to peek at them, and finding out that their biceps alone were the size of his head made him rethink all his life decisions that led him there.

He trained his eyes up front again. He would only speak to instruct the driver where to go, too afraid of what could happen if either he didn’t or if he lied. Just the memory of the Sergeant single-handedly nearly crushing his skull sent a shiver down his spine. If that man could do that, what would the Lieutenant be able to do?

Luke let out a shuddery sigh. I should’ve stayed in school.

After driving for a while through a labyrinth of windy roads, they took a long road that seemed to lead deep into the forest. It was a type of rural road which had more stones than pavement. The rumbling of the stones beneath the car made its occupants shake within.

Soap briefly envied Price and Gaz, since they were riding the jeep. Whenever the smaller patrol car made a turn to avoid a hole or a too-big stone, his shoulder pushed against Luke. He could see that Ghost was in the same predicament, but neither of them made a comment. While Luke was overridden with terror for whatever would happen to him, both Soap and Ghost were antsy to get to Canary. Now that it was confirmed what her fate would be, they were going ready for a full-on tactical assault, with weapons charged and all. Price had even managed to call for a helicopter to be on standby in case it was needed.

…Luke had been quiet for a while now.

“How much longer?” Ghost asked, sharing Soap’s suspicions. Luke visibly flinched, as if he had gotten used to not hearing his voice.

“J-just a few more kilometers,” he squeaked, leaning a bit away from Ghost only to lean against Soap’s arm, “w-we still have to cross a bridge, and then we’ll be close.”

“You better be telling the truth, kid,” Ghost looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and Luke thought he was about to faint as his future looked bleak, “your neck doesn’t look too strong.”

Several minutes passed before they finally saw the bridge. Luke gave another stuttery instruction to the officer, but Ghost felt the sudden need to look out of his window just as they were crossing it. The stream below was noisy, and its current looked quite strong. His eyes moved to the horizon and watched the afternoon sunlight over the trees, wondering where this sudden withering feeling in his heart was coming from.

Just a couple minutes later, the officer drove up a hill, and Luke told him the next entrance to the right led to the cabin. Ghost made the officer stop.

“It won’t be good if we alert them that we’re coming," he climbed out and readied his weapon, Soap immediately following after him and readying his own weapon. He leaned into Hartford’s window then, “keep an eye on this mutt, we’ll take it from here.”

Soap flagged down the jeep, and told Price that they would continue on foot to have the element of surprise. Seconds later the four men, armed to the teeth and ready to rain a hail of bullets on whoever took their bird, sneaked through the edges of the forest with their sight fixed on the cabin. Price and Gaz gradually moved closer to the back of the building to surround it, while Soap and Ghost waited for the signal to move.

A familiar sense of forewarning filled their bodies at the same time - why was the front door wide open? As soon as Price gave the signal, all four men stormed in with weapons at the ready, only to find a massacre.

The man that had been with Luke in the van the first time they saw it, was laying on the floor like a starfish. His blood surrounded him on all sides, even above, like a grim blanket. Soap called the all-clear and got closer to the body.

“...I can count at least ten stab wounds,” he mumbled after a few moments, before looking up at Ghost, “think it was Canary?”

“Very probable,” he narrowed his eyes, taking in every aspect of the room. He saw the ripped bed sheets and the splatter of blood on the bed and the wall. He looked down, moving his foot and wiping a bit of the blood too easily. “It’s still fresh.”

Price walked in and made a grimace at the dead man, deliberately stepping on his hand while clicking his tongue. It was no secret that all four men wanted to have a bit of a turn against these men. It seemed like Canary got first dibs though, and he couldn’t be upset at that.

“There’s more blood,” Ghost pointed out at the wall next to the front door, “it’s not from that guy,” he tilted his head towards Charlie. Soap frowned and stood up, stepping closer to Ghost and glancing at the table.

“Two coffee cups, two piles of cigarette butts, two chairs,” Soap commented, then shook his head, “I don’t think these were for Canary at all.”

“Luke mentioned a boss, right?” Gaz chimed in from outside, then called them all out, “I found what looks like blood drops.”

All men walked outside and followed Gaz to a spot on the grass. There, staring back at them, sat three droplets of blood. A few feet away, another three.

A grim little trace that led them into the woods.

A/N: I know it's stretching but I love the dramaaaaaa

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witchofthesouls · 3 months

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I have this image of Jack standing next to Arcee as June introduces her new boyfriend, the Titan (insert name here). Jack was already mortified when he learned his mom was a robo-fucker. This is a humongous mech who turns into a space ship and a city. A cybertronian sized city! The teen is floping down on the base couch having a full on nervous breakdown trying to push away all questions he realy doesn't want to think about, let alone get the answers too.

Meanwhile you have the Autobots marveling over June becomeing the first new cityspeaker since before the war. Also just the Quintessions being active is Alarming™️.

Who knows what our unhinged Titan friend is going to do when he learns human lives are so short especially if he's got a personality that's part Ratchet's and part Optimus.

Jack is having a breakdown for entirely different reasons because the Cybertronian gods did a coin toss to see if June will have Megatron and his child at Thanksgiving/Christmas holidays or if she will plan Megatron's demise. They'll either get along like dynamite in a mine, someone will end up dead, or both.

He has no idea how it will turn out, but when his mom has a Project. It's hers.

And I meant it's June that has a personality between Ratchet and Orion Pax. Like every good hospital worker with shitty administration, she's very much a person who has Malicious Compliance embedded in her bones with the addition of spite, energy drinks, and hidden contraband somewhere you wouldn't expect under a serene smile and a spine of steel.

If you are her people, then she'll mother-hen the shit out of you. She's intense and she knows that. June has gotten better over the years in that aspect, but should a friend or family need help, she's there.

20/10 will drive you to your surgery at 4 am as a designated driver, terrify your shitty apartment managers into compliance, or help plan a massive heist to take back all the money your cheating lover has stolen over the years for their side piece(s). She's built on solid alibis and documentation, documentation, and oh documentation.

She made a nest of giant pillows in the garage for Arcee, and even partitioned it out to give the femme the privacy to be rest in her root-mode when June needs to use the clicker. And Jack uncovered the plans to target Airachnid, and he has no idea how to feel about it because he can tell that his mom is heavily utilizing the medical commentary from Ratchet, the details of the 'bots' exploits that Miko manages to wheedle out, and his own experiences with 'bot-eating parasites...

The unhinged Titan has found a match, but it's not romantic. Oh no, June Darby now has a life-long project to spruce it up. And said Titan is not only over the moon that its new favorite person with similar levels of devotion, but has a lineage with a son that looks so much like her. It was once a major research facility that dealt with xenobiology. It's not above looking into ways to expand their lifespans. Anything for their favorite. Anything. Even if it must lure the resident scientists to its bosom and trap them to make use of its repository of accumulated data.

#ask #bookandyarndragon #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #june darby #jack darby #megatron #parental relationship #fic ideas #my thoughts #my writing #maccadam #look we need more fictional adults in unhinged yet solid friendships #like we need the friends to celebrate life events and still commit crimes together #Jack has it as well but under a different flavor #It's the “I'm responsible for your ass” flavor

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haste-waste · 10 months

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Waiting

In which Link has it bad.

For @zelinkcommunity 's Zelink Week 2023 day one prompt: Yearning. Read on AO3 here.

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"What do you think?" she asks.

Zelda sits at the table as he prepares their dinner in advance. She's removing rice from the stalk to complement the humongous mushroom cap he's fileting in their kitchen. It's a nice afternoon in Hateno Village, and she is here, living with him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He's still not used to this. She's asking him what he thinks? Even after one hundred years it still amazes him. She is one of few people who takes his thoughts into consideration and values his words, whether they be eloquent or otherwise.

He ponders her request for a moment, and switches to a smaller knife to remove the woody ends of the mushroom stem. "I think that's a proposition for Purah."

"I respectfully disagree. You've had far more practical field experience with the Sheikah Slate than she has. But if you truly think so, I will ask her."

Zelda wants to implement "stress tests" to the slate. Not the actual body of the slate, mind, but the potential and scope of the runes.

The conversation lulls for a short time. Then, she says something he doesn’t expect: "In all actuality, your observational skills are beyond my own when it comes to kinetics. Of course, your skills as a warrior are a factor. Your inherent ability to manipulate a multitude of objects with such precision over distances great and small is absolutely fascinating."

He scrapes the sliced mushrooms into the cast iron pan with the unsharpened edge of the knife. They sizzle enticingly and absorb the oil as he tosses them around the pan with a wooden spoon.

He's a bit taken aback by Zelda's commentary. It's not that big of a deal, it's just something he does. Things move all the time. With enough practice, she could fell a deer across Retsam Forest with the right equipment or skip a stone across Hateno Bay. She's a quick learner, a trait he greatly admires.

But he doesn't know what to say, so he shrugs. She gives him a long look. He knows she's planning something by the way her eyebrows shift. Then she grabs a dinner roll from the basket on the table and tosses it to him. Unthinking, he catches it.

He gives her a dry look, but she has other things in mind. "How fortunate that the door is open. I challenge you to hit Karson in the head with this from the doorframe."

"Do you have something against Karson?"

"Not at all! He does tend to laze about our front lawn, though. Maybe a delicious surprise will do him some good."

Something in his chest flutters at the sound of "our front lawn." So, he acquiesces. He takes the pan off the heat. Then, he gives a playful smile as he struts to the door and eyes his target. Karson sits cross-legged near the cooking pot by the towering oak tree. 10 meters, perhaps? That was manageable.

He yeets the bread perfectly—too fast to make a clear, sailing, parabolic arch, but not hard enough to leave a bruise. He hears Zelda gasp excitedly (Oh!) as the roll bounces with a thonk off of Karson's forehead.

"Hey!" he shouts. They both freeze in anticipation. Uh oh. He sees the both of them standing dumbly in the doorway, obviously watching.

He looks down, seemingly in slow motion. Then, his face lights up like a child at winter solstice.

"Thanks for the bread!" he calls, giving a friendly wave. Amusingly, Bolson attempts to snatch it from him as Link gives a half-hearted wave and shuts the door. Satisfied, he returns the still-hot cast iron pan to the stove and continues sautéing the mushrooms.

"I cannot believe you actually did that," Zelda says, heaving the rice pot into place on the stove. Anything for you, he thinks. He moves out of the way as she stokes the coals within, shutting the door with a clang. Then she brushes her hair out of her face. It frames her chin beautifully. "It was a perfect throw. Excellent work!"

"I try," he says, flustered by her continued praise, and extinguishes the urge to kiss her cheek.

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He wants to kiss her all the time.

Goddesses, does he want to kiss her.

He wants to kiss her when she finishes writing in her journal and beams at him from the loft. Or, when she makes tea in the morning and groggily places a cup on the end table near his armchair, made just how he likes it. He'd love to after she makes a sudden breakthrough with her research, or when she is always surprised to see a cup of water after she cuts firewood. He wants to kiss her when she gives him that look, like she's been gazing at him for a while over a book cover but tries to be nonchalant. He wants to when she is reminded of something from before and she clings to him as proof he's still here and breathing. He wants to after their ancient tech hijinks and she's laughing maniacally after something of Purah's inevitably breaks or explodes. Or when she leans on his shoulder after listening to him share his thoughts and feelings. Or, when she holds him after he remembers something from before or has a fleeting, vivid nightmare. But especially when she smiles warmly at him while he cooks, and just does his thing.

But the moment never seems right.

He fears that it may be the wrong time, or she doesn't want to, and a whole other list of reasons that involve her comfort and boundaries. The few times they had were brief, either on the cheek, forehead, or the exceedingly rare chaste goodbye kisses they share when one of them leaves on a journey somewhere. Besides the one wonderful time on Tuft Mountain where he confessed and she reciprocated, it's been slow. Which is fine, truly. He's happy to have her in his life at all, so he won't complain. He doesn't want to, or even need to complain. He is happy, but he's also curious at the same time. Those two ideas can coexist, right?

Was it the right time to be more romantic for her? How does he even go about this, the whole idea of kissing her?

What would it be like, though?

He's pondering this as they walk back from the Hateno ancient tech lab. The nights are growing chillier as they enter autumn proper.

"Can you believe it? Purah was thrilled to have the data we collected from the slate. We're one step closer to making another one! Oh, I'm so excited—"

She's sunny, a contrast to the dusk which settles around them. They pass a blue flame lantern, and it casts wonderful shadows on her face that emphasize her jaw. He'd like to kiss her there too, if he's allowed.

"We'll have to gather more, of course. Are you alright with that? It may be more extreme, like hurling boulders and the occasional moblin, if there are any left."

Any left? She sees his confusion. "You're incredibly thorough when it comes to pest control."

He supposes so. The tangible delight of freezing moblins mid-swing with Stasis and watching them careen through the air by their own club is entertaining, to say the least. Or, that one time he blasted a boulder from Hyrule Plateau all the way to the desert. He'd like to see her do that, why hasn't he thought of mentioning that yet?

"That'd be fun." He means it, and she is delighted. "But make sure I'm not a test subject this time."

Her entire body cringes. "That pains me still. I've never regretted anything more in my life."

"I mean, it was only a few feet. I've had worse." He shrugs, remembering the small explosion after an ancient tech malfunction. One time he slipped while shield surfing Mount Hebra and fell for nearly a mile. He still wonders how he's still alive, Mipha's grace or otherwise—

She's oddly quiet. "I bet you have."

Oh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"No, it's quite alright. Forgive me," she says gently. Then she smiles to herself. "Even before, you took heavy hits. You tend to fly like a rag doll. It's still a shock to see, but you're unfathomably resilient."

He laughs. That was true. Again, he wonders how he's not dead but stops as she shivers.

This is one of the rare instances where she actively walks in front of him instead of by his side. So, he closes the gap, concerned. She stares off into the distance for a moment.

"Are you alright?" His voice is soft.

"Yes, why?"

"You were shivering."

Her expression before was one of remembering. He can tell something's bothering her, but what?

"It's a bit chilly this evening, that's all," she says while rubbing her hands together. "I was so excited to get to the lab, I forgot my cloak." Her tone is lighter, so she likely means it. "But yes! On my life—" his heart pangs at that, "—you will not be an accidental test subject. Unless you want to be a test subject, but that is your sole decision and we will have to adjust the experiment to keep you safe—"

She pauses as his cloak settles over her shoulders. "Here." He can't have her being cold, she's sensitive to it. Besides, they're not far from the house. He continues walking and stops when she doesn't follow.

Several scenarios come to mind as to why she hasn't. He instinctively checks their immediate surroundings. His hand itches for the sword on his back. Focus. No humanoid shadows in the trees. No monsters in the field or above their heads. He angles his head and sees nothing suspicious. Then, back to her.

Is she blushing? It's hard to tell. For one so open with her thoughts, she can be hard to read at times. Maybe there's a hint of one at the corners of her cheeks. But maybe he's wishing for it. Who knows. If he places his hands on her cheeks like he's been wanting to for months, he could find out...

"Thank you? That's very kind of you. But won't you be cold?" she asks, hesitant to adjust it properly around her.

Seeing her in his clothes makes him feel far warm enough. So, he walks back to her and fastens the cloak around her neck—another place he'd love to kiss—bundles her up and turns to continue forward toward home where stew should be ready. He hopes she likes it. It's a mix of lentils and roasted mushroom, with a gravy made from the unsweetened milk of a palm fruit. It's savory and filling, which is something they both tend to enjoy. "I'm fine. Besides, we have a warm meal waiting for us at home."

"Ah yes, priorities." Her steps are as light as her demeanor. To his complete surprise, her hand wraps around his own as he watches her settle into the cloak. Satisfied, she matches his pace, and they continue the walk home in comfortable silence.

She's been quiet since they arrived. The kitchen is bathed in golden light from the overhead lanterns. Their home is far more comfortable since her arrival. Well, his home. He'd like to call it theirs, but he'll have to ask her about that at a later time. For now, he hums part of a tune that Kass would play in the evenings at Rito Village as he stirs the stew, waiting for the rolls to warm again in the clay oven.

He turns, and the table is set. "Thank you for loaning me your cloak," she says, placing down a final dish for some butter. "I'll hang this up."

He nods. "Dinner's almost ready," he announces after eyeing the stew.

"—Oh! Right." Confused by her tone, he turns, but she's already in her seat across the table. Two patches of red hint at the corners of her jaw as she draws her hair behind her ear, fidgeting.

...Cute.

He gives her an eyebrow and sets the stew on the table. He savors the look on her face when she takes the first bite, nodding slightly with her eyes closed. She gestures with her spoon, then digs in. Success. They enjoy a quiet dinner.

He hums again while they do the dishes. He places the iron pot back on the stove for it to fully dry. He's charmed to see Zelda with her sleeves pushed up, scrubbing away. She has nice arms. She has nice...everything. Something's on his mind, though. Zelda has been notably quiet since the walk home.

"What are you thinking about right now?" he inquires. She's the one who usually asks that question.

A dish is placed in his hands. She's digging at the stubborn film of dried gravy that lines their bowls. Her eyebrows knit in concentration.

Then a wonderful smile graces her face. "Honestly? I'm incredibly happy to be here with you."

It takes a moment to process this. By now, she's finished with the dishes and hauls the water outside.

Upon her return, she takes the towel from his hands and dries her own. She's so close and he just wants to…

—What she just said was so nonchalant, like it was a definite fact, a universal truth.

"Same here," he says far too inarticulately. She looks down at him in vague confusion as he stands directly in front of her. "I'm happy that you're here too." And her smile returns. So lovely. He can't spit the rest out. He's getting better at saying what's on his mind, but he stumbles when he wants to most. I'm happy to be anywhere with you. She squeezes his wrist with her slightly damp hand.

She's up in the loft now, continuing her mission for the past few weeks—pouring over several years of Purah's research notes. He can tell that she was itching to get back to work. He doesn't know how she can do that for hours. Sure, ancient technology is fascinating and filled with secrets. Purah's handwriting, on the other hand, while flawless, is tiny and the pages are dense. Reading that for hours would give him a migraine. He’s happy that he researches the ancient histories instead.

He watches her from below as she writes. He visualizes the ancient gears turning in her head. How she fits so much knowledge in there, he doesn't know. She is like a sponge, soaking up information from anywhere and anything. He's only seen brief glimpses of her journal, but it's just as detailed as their long conversations as they travel, work, and live. There's a word for people like her, and like her mother. Was erudite the term Mum used for the Queen? He frowns, trying to remember. Zelda definitely has her mother's brains.

She brushes her hair behind her ear again, contemplating for a moment. He's drawn to the elegant slope of her neck. What would it be like to kiss her there, just below her ear? Would he be able to discern the subtle notes of fragrance from the soap she uses? Would he hear her heartbeat? The sound of her sighing?

...He needs to empty his head.

"I'll be out back," he calls upstairs.

"Have fun!"

He heads outside, taking his cloak to fend off the chill. He goes to put it on but stops as he realizes that it smells different. It smells like her. Clean, fresh. Floral, like blue nightshades. Before, it didn't smell like much of anything. Now, he can't stop thinking about it. Every time he moves he can smell her. It's really nice, actually.

He goes to the small stable by the house and checks on their horses. Epona is out grazing near the small pond behind the stable. Equs, the chalk-white descendant of Zelda's old horse, mows down his pile of hay. He gives his snout a pat and continues on. He was a pain to tame, but now he's a likable and reliable horse. Epona likely whipped him into shape. She's a good influence.

He returns to the yard. Epona trots over and butts her head into his chest.

"Hey! Whoa, girl—" it's almost like he can read her. She's sniffing around his pockets. "No apples today. But I do have this for you and the big guy." He presents a humongous, tasty looking carrot. She takes it happily and chomps away. She follows him back to the stable as he stocks it up for the night, giving the other carrot to Equs in the meantime.

"Goodnight," he calls. They look at him, almost like they know the meaning behind his words. It's a nice thought, but they're still horses.

Next, he investigates the apple tree behind the house. It looks like he picked most of them, but he wants to be thorough before the frost sets in. He finds a few up on the highest boughs. Then, he clambers down to a lower, sturdier branch and sits.

It's quiet. It's a bit chilly. All in all, a beautiful night. The air is crisp, making a wonderful rushing sound through the leaves that will likely begin to drop in a week. He can't smell winter in the air. He can only smell the traces of her lingering on his cloak. He wraps it around him a bit more, closes his eyes, and listens.

Nights like these are great for clearing the head. It's easier and also harder to bring his mind to the earth, especially since Zelda lives with him now. They're living together and experiencing what "normal life" is like. He never would have dreamed of this a century ago.

Not even in his wildest fantasies did he ever think of peaceful domesticity. He didn't have much time, if any, to fantasize about any sort of future with her. He could only replay scenes in his head where she gave him affection, like the time on death mountain where she pushed his bangs back, and when she held his hands after giving him custom made gloves for his birthday.

His other fantasies involved a life outside of fighting. He once wanted to own and run the pub with his grandparents. Or be a ranger, like Mum. Or be in the royal guard, like Dad. Well, he was the latter, in a way, but with Zelda as his Queen. Maybe he would settle down with a husband or a wife outside of his duty in that future that is now the past.

He finds himself reminiscing. He had a partner once, a fellow knight named Pietr a few years before he became Zelda's chosen knight. He was from Lurelin, his first kiss, and his amicable (and only) ex. They were young, still children, and they were happy. Pietr was wise to break it off because of their changing duties. Not even a year later he found himself becoming Zelda's chosen knight. At least Pietr survived the Calamity. It sounds like he had a good life, actually: his great-grandson Tauro is living proof of that.

But if Mipha knew about Pietr or his feelings for Zelda before the Calamity, she would have been devastated. But there's nothing he could do. She was his calm, poised, and far cooler partner on the battlefield and childhood friend. He loved her too in many ways, yes, but marriage? He's thought long and hard about this before during his travels. Not marriage. He wouldn't be able to provide what was required by her birthright. He would have died far before she did. She was his first love, but that changed as soon as the sword called to him at 13. Why Mipha is on his mind, he doesn't know. It's not painful anymore. She's gone, it's the past, and he's moved on. He hopes, wherever she is now, that she's happy and at peace along with Urbosa, Daruk, Revali, and his loved ones.

About a half hour later, he drops down from the tree, his thoughts released to the earth and the wind. He feels a bit lighter.

After practicing some swordsmanship, he investigates their firewood reserves beside the house and is proud to see Zelda's handiwork. They'll be set for several weeks. The stars glimmer above him and he spots a shooting star.

He doesn't wish on it; he has everything he could possibly want. Someone else can have that wish.

It's very dark now. He heads back inside.

"Hullo," he says, kicking his boots off near the door.

"Hi," he hears from upstairs, her tone less enthusiastic and more tired. She’s always one to keep busy.

He hesitates before removing his cloak, wanting to smell her for a little while longer.

He relaxes in his reading chair and reads a heavy book that Paya loaned him on ancient Sheikah tales. The lore of Hyrule has always fascinated him. He's glad it also helps Zelda with her research. Her specialties are within the royal family, while his is broader. It's the opposite with ancient technology: he’s all too familiar with the royal guard class of weapon while she knows practically anything about everything. He's glad that they find ways to help each other to solve some ancient mysteries.

The candle is burning low by the time he finishes a long chapter about a third Yiga invasion several hundred years ago. He's a bit tired, but not enough to sleep. 100 years of sleeping will do that to someone, he supposes.

It's nearly silent in the house now. His ears strain, trying to pick out the faint sounds of Zelda's wax pencil or beloved green ink being scratched against a page. He turns down the lanterns from the ceiling (the contraption Zelda made to do this is genius) after getting ready for bed.

He heads up to the loft.

Zelda has fallen asleep at the desk. Her face is squished against the open pages of her journal, and her wax pencil barely stays within her relaxed grip. The flicker of the candle gives her hair and face a warm glow. His heart melts.

Her hair is woven gold, a crown upon her head—even though she refuses to wear her birthright.

…Just like she refuses to rest when she needs it most.

He's hesitant to touch the gentle slope of her shoulder, but he does anyway.

"Zelda?" His voice is soft. She doesn't respond. He gives her a tiny shake. "It's getting late."

"Hm?" Her grip on the pencil returns.

"It's almost midnight," he says.

"Just a bit longer—" she slurs, rubbing her face with her arm and righting her posture. "I have to get this done."

"Don't push yourself too hard," he adds, squashing the urge to kiss her cheek.

He goes to his Kakariko-style futon on the floor, with Zelda's nearby. Part of him wonders if her bedding smells like her too.

...He's more tired than he thought.

It's kind of funny. Even though they live together and have confessed their feelings to each other, they don't share a bed. They don't share much affection, really. He doesn't mind, though. In fact, his actual bed hasn't been used since the few days before they defeated Ganon together. He wanted her to have it when she moved in from Kakariko, but she adamantly refused. Neither of them would budge, so this was the best compromise: two comfy futons on the floor. The bed is for guests. Besides, if she took the bed, he wouldn't be able to see from a distance how serene she is when she sleeps, just like a century before. It might be nice, though. But that's for a future time.

He takes out his hair tie and brushes his hair back, putting the comb back on top of the bedside table. He hears a thud.

Ah, she's fallen asleep again, judging by her posture. She jolts awake, shakes her head, and stubbornly continues to work.

"You should sleep," he says, resting his forearms on top of his knees. He perches his head on them to watch her.

"There's still so much—" she replies after a while. "The more I do, the closer we are to understanding things."

Something in her tone reminds him of before. It's the same determination that almost made her freeze to death or drown in the sacred springs. Her tone is the same from those quiet nights in her study, using the little time they had to try to stop Ganon's return. Is their project eating away at her?

"I'm losing time," she says, picking up her pace. This confirms his worries.

He pads barefooted across the floorboards to the desk. He's tired too, but not as much as she is. She was up before dawn this morning. He allows his fatigue to lessen the iron grip on his affections.

He's standing to her right. He drapes his left arm across her shoulders and lightly pulls her into his side.

"There's always tomorrow."

He drifts his thumb across her shoulder. He's delighted when she relaxes into him. He can catch hints of her floral soap from here. It's a comfort. He stares at the stack of books and the flickering candle, enjoying the warmth and the closeness.

"There's always tomorrow," she asserts after a time.

He continues drifting his thumb, trying to memorize the feeling of her weight resting against him. She sighs, relaxing even more, almost as though she melts into him.

"Come on, time for bed," he says, but she doesn't respond. He looks down at her.

She's asleep.

Aww!

He makes a mental note to keep an eye on her on late nights like these. He doesn't want her late night working to become a bad habit.

"Zelda," he says playfully, giving her a little shake. She doesn't awaken. Her breathing pattern confirms it. He's learned to keep an eye on that during the nights he doesn't feel like sleeping. Usually her breathing changes before a nightmare. Since the project started, she's had more than usual, the ones where she tosses and turns, but never enough to wake. The waking ones were far worse—the first few months after Ganon's defeat were brutal on her. He's been worried, but they don't seem to affect her when she wakes. He secretly fears that they do.

Fortunately, her breathing is slow and measured. It would be a shame to ruin this rare chance at deep sleep by waking her.

She's completely out. So, it wouldn't hurt for him to try something he's been wanting to do for over 100 years.

He moves the chair out from the desk as gently as he can. Carefully, he scoops her up into his arms. Her head rests between his collar and shoulder. Her breath flutters on his neck and all he can smell and feel is her and wow—he can't help pressing his face into her soft, sleek hair.

He stands there, just for a moment, and takes everything in.

This is far better than he imagined.

As much as he wants to, he doesn't overstay his welcome. He takes a few steps over to their futon and kicks out her comforter with his foot. He begrudgingly rests her down on the mattress. She's still in her day clothes. He tucks her in, admiring the delicate curves in her wrists, the shadows under her eyes, and the serenity on her face.

What a marvelous gift it is to have her here. How wonderful it is to share each day with her in peace and safety. All the hardships they faced over a century were worth it. Everyone in Hyrule can rest as easily as they can now. All thanks to her. He just tossed Ganon around a bit before she obliterated and sealed it off for eternity. The thought makes him smile.

He's stretched his luck far enough today. He could stand to stretch it a little more.

Sneakily, he places a kiss upon her hairline.

I love you, he wishes to tell her. He thinks about it instead. She'd never hear it, even if he said it aloud. She must know by now. He doesn't know why he hasn't said it to her again after all this time. Maybe because the time wasn't right? Anyways—

Satisfied, he blows out the candle on the desk and returns to bed. He watches her chest rise and fall as moonlight emphasizes her silhouette. His eyes close.

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When they open, it is still dark outside, likely just before dawn. There is a low, golden glow beside him. He rubs his eyes. Did he leave the candle burning? No...he's immediately suspicious and worried, and turns to Zelda.

Her breathing is ragged. Her bedding is a twisted, constricted mess around her. She's curled on her side with an arm partially extended toward his mattress. Her hand flickers with golden, holy light.

Oh no.

He hasn't seen her like this in months, since the springtime right after Kakariko at the very least. Alarmed, he immediately crawls over to her just as she begins whimpering under her breath. He has to wake her up. Not doing so prolongs her suffering. He catches whispers of phrases and her hand glows more intensely. She looks sickeningly pale, the thin sheen of sweat on her brow worsening in the washed out moonlight.

She tosses and turns, lying supine. Her jaw is rigid and her face does not hide her distress. "Link—" her voice is filled with despair as she thrashes and shudders. "—Save yourself." He falls to his side, supporting his weight with his elbow, and leans near her in an attempt to reach for her shoulder. He doesn't quite make it—she jolts awake with a pained gasp. "NO!"

Her eyes darted frantically around the room, disoriented and terrified.

"Are you–augh!"

She crushes him against her chest.

She clutches blindly and a trembling hand lodges itself in his hair, keeping him against her. It does not hurt. The side of his face rests on her pillow, away from her own. She shudders, holding him like he might be snatched from her arms at any moment.

"Link." Her voice is utterly broken.

Tension radiates from her. Her shoulders shrink inward. "You're really here," she asserts, seemingly trying to convince herself about reality. His heart breaks.

"You're really—"

She begins to cry. It's barely audible even while he's against her. Her grip tightens, and he’s thankful that his entire body weight isn't on her. Her free hand grips and bunches fistfuls of fabric from his shirt.

He lays there for several moments. He's worried about suffocating her, so he pushes himself up with his left arm and she follows, refusing to let go. He wraps his other arm around her and sits them up. She pushes herself into the empty space within his lap instinctively, draping her legs together across his thigh to lessen her weight on him. Her chin rests over his shoulder as he adjusts them. Finally, she's secured in his arms, and he relaxes a fraction.

"You're safe," he breathes. "It's over now."

He feels the fabric on his shoulder become damp with her tears, and it pains him that she's had to endure so much. He rests his head against her own and holds her, shielding her from the world as long as he can. She’s done the same for him when he has nightmares. He can't shield her from her past experiences, as much as he desperately wants to do so; he hopes this is good enough. It's seemed to work so far since she returned from her imprisonment.

"Thank you," she weeps bitterly. He ignores her thanks and holds her tighter. She's safe. He will do anything to keep her that way. His own anxieties lessen as he holds her.

Someday, he will tell her how much he loves to hold her—not just when she's crying. It makes him feel relied upon, trusted, and like he's providing for her somehow, even though they are equals. But now isn't the right time.

At some point, he starts running his hand up and down her back. It's something she has always done when he's in a similar state of mind. It seems to help. Her shuddering slowly subsides.

Her breathing relaxes just as the sky begins to lighten, turning from deep purple to that particular shade of blue green. Soon, she delicately removes her fingers from his hair and nestles her face into his collar, completely exhausted.

"I'm alright now," she breathes into his neck.

He nods as best as he is able. He assuages his anxieties about not helping her enough by continuing to run his hand along her back.

What must she be feeling right now? He can't imagine the horrors she had seen during a century of isolation with the embodiment of evil. Her grip on his shirt returns.

"I was doing so well," she says dejectedly. She releases her grip, continuing to hold him. "It's been so long since I…" her voice fades for a moment, "...since I reacted this severely."

"You are doing well," he affirms.

"I don't want to be doing well if it means I'm watching you die in my dreams."

His hand pauses halfway down her back. "Since when?"

"Since Ganon. I hadn't been remembering my dreams for quite a while."

Since Ganon? Damn…he remembers her saying that they had stopped happening a few months ago. It’s a shame they returned to haunt her.

Something else is weighing on her. He's determined to find out what.

"Do you know why they came back?”

She shakes her head. "I don't."

He sits and ponders their conversations from yesterday, rubbing her back again, trying to find a source that triggered her dreams.

"Did you put me to bed?" she says after a time, drawing him from his thoughts.

He nods. "You work too hard."

"I don't work hard enough,” she says, deflated.

He frowns. "That's not true."

"It is, Link. The last time I didn't work hard enough you died. And now, you could easily die again if I'm not careful. You were already injured with the new Sheikah slate project. I must work as hard as I can to achieve our goals and keep you safe."

With that, he remembers their conversation on the walk home from the lab. It all clicks in the span of a second.

"I am safe."

She freezes in his arms. "I know, but…"

"I don't want you to die again," she professes. "I could barely handle it before. I don't know what I'd do if it happened now." He can feel the tension and panic building within her. "But what if it does? What if everything goes to pieces again? What if you get hurt? Hurt enough to die? What if you can’t be healed? What if I'm the one who hurts you? The person I care for most will be dead and it will be all my fault—"

"Stop."

She jolts a bit at his tone.

He cuts her off before she can apologize for her words by adjusting her head to rest near the center of his chest.

"Listen," he says, pressing her into him. "I'm alive.” He taps his chest, and breathes slowly, keeping his heartbeat as steady as he can.

He doesn’t plan on dying anytime soon. Staying alive makes her happy. And he likes making her happy. It’s a win-win scenario.

"—And I'm not going anywhere. I'm certain of it."

"How?" she interjects. "You can't possibly know that."

He releases his grip around her. She sits up and stares at nothing in the general direction of his mattress. Her eyes are glossy and irritated red.

The words come naturally to him, as though they are plain as day. He thanks the goddesses for that.

"Zelda, you kept me safe for over one hundred years." He takes her hand and holds it to his chest. "I know that you will never stop protecting me, just like I will never stop protecting you." He hopes this statement is the most obvious thing in the world.

She seems to move to object. To his surprise, she stares at his hand and nods, swallowing thickly. Then, she takes a long, slow, and deep breath. When she opens her eyes, he continues. She's listening—she always is.

"Yesterday, you told me that on your life, no harm shall come to me. I said the same thing about you to your father and Urbosa when I became a Champion at your side, an oath I still hold to this day."

He stops, thinking for a moment. "I can't promise that I won't get hurt. You can't promise that to me either, before and now. I almost died...a lot. You were tortured by Ganon. It gave you actual scars." He takes his spare hand and brushes the white scar that's like shattered glass across her collarbone. "As much as we tried, we couldn't keep each other completely safe. But your determination to keep me safe regardless is exactly why I am certain, just how you are certain with me."

He briefly squeezes her hand for emphasis.

She seems despondent, then sighs. "That's fair," she says after a moment. "I didn't think of it that way. You described it so eloquently."

This strengthens his resolve. "And besides," he continues, "you said it yourself: I'm unfathomably resilient."

She smiles the smallest of smiles. "That I did."

"I'm not going anywhere," he affirms, gently and assuredly. "And neither are you."

They sit quietly for a while. She sits with her eyes closed as she collects herself. He watches her carefully, taking in every minor detail, like the tiny movements in her shoulders as she breathes, how her hair barely touches the neckline of her tunic as she slouches, and how warm her hand feels against his chest.

He breathes in slowly, deeply, and feels her hand press back against him.

The sun begins to rise, casting warm beams of light throughout the house.

Her hand slips from his grasp. She rearranges both of his hands and holds them, resting them on her lap, and stares intently where they meet. Her hands are warm, strong, and lightly calloused, something he's never had the opportunity to notice before. She's always wearing gloves when they travel.

"Thank you, again." She runs her thumbs across the rippling scars on his hands. There's a wonderful softness to her expression; the deep orange hues of dawn cast over her face and mollifies any traces left from the evening. He's captivated. "I appreciate you more than anything." Her sincerity is undeniable to him, an expert in second guessing.

Warmth blossoms in his chest at that.

"You must really like me or something," he muses.

She looks up at him and her eyes are stunning, like emeralds in the morning light. "Love," she amends, and it takes his breath away. "I really love you."

He rests his forehead against her own and breathes her in.

"I really love you too."

Her hands remove themselves from her lap and rest on his cheeks, her thumbs drifting across his cheekbones.

How badly he wants to kiss her.

But she's had a rough night, and could use some sleep.

"Are you up for a little more sleep?" he asks gently. Her hands withdraw from his cheeks, and he already misses their warmth.

"I'm a bit scared to. But if I do not, it will just get worse."

She eyes her futon and sighs. "I should change, too." She gets up and walks across the loft, shrugging off her blouse in the process. Part of him would be startled to see her in her sheikah underthings but that didn't matter at the present. He's seen them before in plenty of different mundane contexts. How many times has she seen him shirtless? How many times have they swam together or spearfished in only their underthings, the only clothes they owned that were waterproof? And besides, it doesn't matter anyways. People need to change before bed. He needs to stop being weird.

While she's gone, he eyes her futon, thinking. When she returns, she wears a thin, dusty blue tunic that he got her in Lurelin, and she stops short.

Their mattresses are pushed together. He adjusted and turned down her linens while she was away.

"I thought it might help," he says sleepily.

"That's kind."

She crawls into bed. To his amazement, she continues crawling until she's right beside him, nestling into his chest. Luckily, his arm is already underneath his pillow. He gets a lungful of her—

"Is this alright?" she whispers.

Goddesses, yes it was. He pulls her closer and promptly falls asleep before he can second-guess himself.

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His eyes open briefly, and he sees her peaceful, sleeping face. Relieved, he closes them again as sleep beckons.

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He's somewhere between dreaming and waking and it's pleasantly warm. His comforter is the perfect weight, and there is a wonderful smell around him. He doesn't want to wake up. The pillows are so soft, and something's gently caressing his cheeks.

…Someone is caressing his cheeks. It feels nice. He remembers the circumstances, and opens his eyes to see her.

"Good morning," Zelda says.

"Morning," he responds groggily, thoroughly pleased.

“More like afternoon, now,” she adds sheepishly, removing her hands from him. “Did you sleep well?”

She is golden in the sunlight. Her smile could make flowers grow. The shadows under her eyes have returned to their normal shade, much to his relief. He can’t hide the smile on his face. He hasn’t moved the entire morning, apparently, since she’s exactly where she was when he fell asleep: in his arms. But she smells even better, and her hair looks slightly damp and towel-dried. She must have washed up, then. She runs her thumbs across his cheeks again. He leans into her touch. She makes a quiet noise of content at that.

He nods, not knowing how to sum his feelings (I slept very well and maybe we should sleep like this every night and I love to hold you and—)

If he could paint, he’d paint a portrait of her right now, with all her beautiful hues of gold, apricot, green, and the dusty blue of her tunic. He’s still a bit sleepy. He’s lost the want to hold a grip on his affections.

Then, she seems to realize what she’s doing with her hands. She removes them and glances at him cautiously.

"What are you thinking about right now?" she inquires, staring into his tunic and echoing his own question from the day before. She's avoiding eye contact for some reason. It's a shame—he could easily get lost in her eyes, as sappy as that sounds.

Then, she peeks at him over the edge of his bedsheets endearingly. It’s rare for her to act like this, so shy and meek. While she is quieter now in general, she’s much more self-assured than she was before the Calamity. She’s so cute!

"I want to kiss you," he thinks automatically. He goes to say something innocuous but stops when he sees her eyes widen.

Her face blossoms into a light shade of pink.

Wait...shit. Shit. Did he just say that out loud? The one time he needs to moderate his thoughts he doesn't. He instinctively covers his mouth with his hand. He just ruined everything oh goddesses someone execute him shit shit shit shit shit SHIT

He's still panicking when she meets his eyes again. The corners of her jaw are the most flushed he’s ever seen them. Their gaze holds for an agonizing and overwhelming moment.

"By all means," she breathes, her meekness immediately changing into relief.

No way. Is she serious?

"Are you sure?" he questions, immediately doubting himself, suddenly very nervous. He doesn’t want to overstep or make her uncomfortable or be selfish or—

"I wondered if you'd ever kiss me again," she responds ruefully. "So yes, I'm quite sure."

He registers her words and the guilt sinks in. She waited for him? Didn’t she wait a hundred years for him already? And now he’s unintentionally withholding something from her that makes her happy? He just wanted to respect her wishes and not overstep any bounds!

He wants to hold her tight, but she continues speaking, likely finding something in his expression to comment on. “You are not required to do so if it is against your wishes, or if it makes you uncomfortable. Or if you don’t see me in that way. I have a tendency to jump to conclusions.”

Comfortable? Jumping to conclusions? Of course she”jumped to them”, he literally confessed his feelings to her! He’s been going insane trying to hide his affections. It was easier a century ago, but definitely not now. Definitely not when she’s in his arms and she wants him to kiss her. He definitely owes her an explanation. He does his best to do so. Of course, it doesn’t come out the way he intends.

“I was waiting for you.”

Zelda’s absolutely astounded. She makes a choking noise and grips into his shirt near his shoulders. “I’ve been waiting for you!” she asserts, giving him a little shake as she speaks. “I assumed that you were not partial to physical affection or still becoming used to it.”

The sheer ridiculousness of all of this comes to a head. They were waiting for the exact same reasons, for each other's comfort. It’s kind and considerate on her end, really, but…

“I like physical affection,” he finds himself saying, “if it’s from you.”

Zelda’s eyes light up, and it’s his turn to feel relieved. “Thank the goddesses,” she says. “It has been a challenge to get by without your affections,” she adds honestly.

Now what does that mean? “Get by?” he says, intrigued, and pulls her the tiniest bit closer.

She's incredibly and adorably flustered at his question and their increased closeness. "Well, I suppose I—"

"Suppose what?" he goads, pulling her in just a bit more, feeling bold enough to tease her.

“I…was not the most expedient in preparing the table for dinner last night.”

That doesn’t matter. The table was set, wasn’t it? Who cares about speed? He raises an eyebrow at her, and her blush deepens.

"I only wanted to smell your cloak one last time before I hung it up!" she admits.

He feels his eyes widen, remembering as she fidgeted at the table just before dinner. He doesn't have time to ask for an explanation. She gives one readily.

"I didn't know the next time I'd be able to wear your cloak." She hurriedly continues: "And it smells like you. You smell absolutely wonderful. So I did, but I thought you caught me in the act! Goddesses this is embarrassing—"

Her ink stained hands cover her face for a moment as she curls into his sheets, avoiding his eyes.

She’s never been like this before. Normally, she states things plainly, kindly, and somewhat literally, refusing to conflate her ideas with subtle emotional cues that are hard for him to catch and vice versa. They both take things literally. So, he takes this literally. She is literally so cute. And intelligent. And beautiful and wonderful and a whole bunch of other adjectives.

"What? That's adorable!" He can actually feel the heat casting from her. The thought of her sneaking away just to smell his cloak doesn't help his constant need to kiss her. She's still panicking. He can't help but laugh. "Zelda, seriously, it's fine."

"But don't you think it's odd?" she says, shamefaced, clouded by his bedding.

Why is she mortified by this? "No way. It makes me really happy." He gently takes her wrists into his hands. She looks at them, then back up at his face as he continues. "Wear it whenever you want, I don't mind."

"Alright." Her response is meek but accepting.

He feels an urge to squeeze her for some reason. "I don't mean to say this to invalidate your feelings, but you're adorable when you're flustered."

She makes an indignant sound, her face still somewhat flushed. "What if I do feel invalidated?" she says playfully. "What if I desire retribution?"

"I'd be terrified."

"Terrified?"

"Well yeah," he runs his thumbs across her knuckles. "You could easily grind my bones to dust."

"I could not!"

He laughs and pulls her even closer. “You really could, though,” he insists softly. She’s the only one who could ever curb-stomp the embodiment of evil. If her powers worked against him, she could handily beat him, without a doubt.

He’s been a chatterbox this morning. Holding her wrists should shut him up for a bit. She half-heartedly wrestles away from him, just enough to look at him.

“And you could easily kiss me,” she counters, bringing the conversation back on track.

His heart sprints in his chest as he stares at her, the weight of her request pinning him to the floor. He can't move. Why can't he move? He's never been unable to move, not even when he was terrified for their collective safety on the battlefield.

He just stares at her, dumbfounded.

No way. No way. Seriously? He has permission? She wants this? He wasn’t overstepping? AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Of course, he knows his face is completely blank. He wishes it weren't so she could see that he's trying to move—

But then she grins. "Come here. Please?"

Well, she asked nicely. She laughed, too. It must be alright then. He gets a grip on his senses, and wraps his arms around her, pulling her even closer to him. He sees the anticipation on her face.

Like all the best things in life, he will savor this. He's here with her, safe, and the world isn't burnt to ashes. She wants this. She wants him.

He's imagined countless scenarios where this happens, where he finally gets to kiss her again. This is far more than ideal. There are so many ways to go about this, though, but it's all what he desires.

"This is—" he stammers,"—Is there any way you want me to?" he asks.

"Hm…" she supposes. "Will you kiss me how you've been wanting to kiss me?"

Oh boy, would he! He's surprised how level his voice is. "Gladly."

She’s a work of art. She’s quite literally a goddess in the flesh. But beyond that, she's just Zelda, a normal person, who's just letting him kiss her.

He tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Wow, it's so soft. How does she make it like that? No matter. Savor this.

Now that he's here and he has permission, it's still hard to allow himself to do the things he's been wanting. To do the things she directly asks of him. He takes a deep breath.

His thumb trails across her cheek. She leans into his touch along with a quiet hum of content. Heat radiates into his palm, centered from the corner of her jaw. So she is blushing. Her eyes flutter closed as he places his other hand on her cheek. She's so close.

Goddesses, does he want to kiss her. All he has to do is lean in.

He finally does.

He's slow, kissing her like he's wanted to for months: gently, languidly, reverently, learning the feeling of her. He's never loved anyone like he loves her. He wants to show that. She makes a relieved sound, and he feels the tension throughout her ease a fraction.

They break apart for a moment. She's speechless, dazed, and the most beautiful person in the world. Their foreheads rest against each other as he continues to trail his thumbs across her cheeks. Her breath graces his skin. Zelda.

Slow, but deeper. He tries to show her how he feels, his yearning for her, all those secret emotions he’s hidden away until now. He angles her head, and he feels her sigh into him. Her cheeks are ever warmer. The pressure and softness of her lips against his own, that electrifying feeling tingling in his chest—especially since she's completely in his arms in his futon—is amazing.

He doesn’t want to stop, but he does anyway, just to see her. Just to ask her a question.

He looks at her shyly, adjusting her in his arms so her face is level with his own. It's easy since she's taller than him. "Was that…?" he trails off, unsure.

She just makes a quiet, needy noise, and pulls him in for more.

…Well then.

"Weren't you going to the lab today?" he finds himself whispering dizzily near her neck a few moments later. She shivers in response.

"There's always tomorrow," she states plainly. He can't help it, he laughs. But then he's absolutely touched.

Ancient technology and helping others is her passion. She's willing to put off her work for an entire day?

"Are you sure?" he asks quietly, with a smile on his face.

"I could do this all day," she says earnestly. Perfect, that makes two of them.

She glances over him. “Your hair—” she grins, running her fingernails through his fringe. A shiver runs down his spine at her touch. Her hair is askew, and her tunic is wrinkled from sleep. Basically, she's absolutely gorgeous. He's holding a brilliant, yet completely normal person who could turn him into ash. He loves that about her. He eyes her blush, wondering what it would feel like against his hands, or more intriguingly…

He moves to the corner of her jaw, finally being able to feel her flush for himself.

"Link, that tickles!"

He smiles against her skin, kissing her again. He can feel her laughing in his arms. Carefree, he places his lips on her neck, right beneath her ear.

She gasps and makes a faint, incredible sound he's never heard before.

He's very relaxed at this point and exceptionally intrigued at her response. It'd be nice to hear that again. He kisses her there once more, and she quiets, her hands gripping to his head a tad.

"Good?" he whispers against her throat.

"Wonderful," she breathes. “Consider my retribution waived. Unless…"

He looks at her. She's planning something, isn't she?

"Unless you're a glutton for punishment," she speculates.

He beams at her. "I am a glutton."

He cuts off her resulting laugh with a kiss.

And with that, any productivity they planned for the afternoon practically flies out the window. They spend the rest of the day making up for lost time. And if there’s not enough time today?

Well, there’s always tomorrow.

#zelink week 2023 #yearning #one-shot #fluff #hurt/comfort #mildly suggestive but nothing too serious #post botw #pre totk #they're idiots in love your honor

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