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16 behind the lens — chat going crazy !

scaramouche x g!n reader

˗ˏˋ scara point of view ´ˎ˗

“Welcome everyone,” Scara greeted as he pulled up the game lobby, and as usual, he was the only one ready, “Why are all these fuckers late?”

“Let’s all agree not to snitch on me this time,” he mutters, “Last time you guys snuck into Albedo’s chat and told him to vote for me,” he continues as he adjusts his camera. He’d put more effort into his outfit that day for a certain someone, causing him to start later than usual.

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so tell us about this y/n?? 😏

A small smile crept onto his face at the mention of y/n, much to his dismay, which didn’t go unnoticed by the chat.

“Don’t embarrass me tonight. They said they’re watching this stream,” he grumbles, stifling his emotions as he busies himself with decorating his character, “Also, it’s none of your goddamn business.”

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HE'S BLUSHING CAUGHT IN 4K

“Everyone here?” Tighnari calls out. They were all streaming from their respective rooms in the house.

“Guys, should I leave the cheese hat on or not?” Childe asks instead of answering, his voice in Scara’s ear as he ran around the lobby.

“Just start it,” Heizou says, and Scara could hear the smug grin on his face, “You guys are going to lose anyway.”

“Play nice, Heizou,” Kazuha reprimands as the game starts to load.

“You know he’s ruthless,” Star answers, and Scara gets a tight feeling in his stomach. It’s been a year since he’s heard Star’s voice properly, but instead of how it usually unsettled him it felt oddly familiar. Perhaps he was tired.

“Shut up,” Scara remarks, ridding himself of those thoughts.

“Make me,” Star easily responds, which makes Scara pause and everyone else crack up.

“The fuck,” he mutters, “Y/N isn’t going to like that.”

“Get ready to listen to them fight the entire game,” Venti sings.

“Everyone mute until voting,” Tighnari instructs as the game loads.

“I swear to the archons if I’m imposters with Childe again I’m killing myself,” Scara complains as he mutes himself from the main chat, knowing Childe would start defending himself if he heard Scara’s comment, “He’s always been shit at lying. One time he ate the cake I baked for Y/N and lied to me about it with frosting smeared on his cheeks.”

The screen on his computer loads and instantly his chat is flooded with laughter as he and Star’s characters appear under the screen as the imposters for that round.

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THEY ARE NOT GONNA GET ANYTHING DONE LMAO

“I take it back, I’d rather have Childe,” he mutters, joining a private call with Star.

“Hey partner,” Star calls out, laughing in his ear. It tickled his nerves.

“Shut up,” he says on instinct, “Do not be the cause of my first loss.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Star chuckles as they load in, “Who should we kill first?”

Scara trails behind Venti in the game, “Wait until two of them are together so we can double kill,” he offers, pretending to do tasks beside the blue character.

“I think Heizou saw me vent,” Star confesses.

“It’s been two minutes why are you this dumb?” Scara sighs as a meeting is called as expected and they all join the main chat.

Much to his surprise, Star defends themself with ease.

“I’m pretty sure Heizou vented in front of me,” Star falsely accuses, “I can’t be for sure though but he got there pretty quickly when my back was turned.”

“YOU BITCH!” Heizou yells into the mic, “You know damn well—”

“Babe,” Kazuha hums, “Deep breaths.”

“The fucking audacity,” he continues, “You’re the one who vented right in front of me!”

“Let’s just end the meeting, Heizou is trying too hard,” Scara interrupts.

“If this happens again we should vote out Heizou,” Tighnari says as the game resumes.

“I hate you all,” Heizou huffs as they all go on mute once again.

“I’m going to kill Venti,” Star says in his ear.

“Why don’t we sabotage first and double kill?”

“But he’s literally right in front of me, I’ll let Heizou find the body,” Star adds.

“Alright,” Scara muses, tailing behind Heizou, “I’ll do tasks with him.”

He follows Heizou into the Medbay, where as expected, was Venti’s dead body.

They both join the main call and are immediately hit with accusations. None against them though.

“WHO KILLED MY VENTI,” Aether cried out.

“It can’t be Scara since he was with me,” Heizou thinks out loud, “Childe has been real silent.”

“That’s because I cannot figure out how to do shit in this game,” his best friend whines, “I would never kill Venti.”

“Can anyone back up Heizou’s location?” Star questions.

“He wasn’t with me, he’s lying,” Scara answers, his lie garnering a gasp from Heizou.

“I swear to the archons above if you guys believe him,” Heizou starts, getting riled up.

“I’m with Scara on this one,” Tighnari hums.

“No, don’t do this. Kazuha please,” Heizou wails, “You guys are making a mistake!”

“I’ll vote for Childe,” Kazuha softly laughs, not able to rid of his fondness for the other male even during a game.

“Simp,” Aether comments, “I’ll avenge you Venti.”

They all place their votes, and apart from Heizou and Kazuha, it’s unanimous.

Heizou gets voted out.

“Why did we slay that,” Star comments, their giggles ringing in his ear once the two of them are back into their private call. He shakes the light feeling that it fills him with. Absurd.

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not him gaslighting

“I’ll admit we worked well together,” Scara hums, distracting himself from having Star directly in his ear by walking around the game’s floor plan.

“Why can’t you just admit we make a good pair?” Star asks, taunting him and following behind him.

“We don’t,” he sighs.

“We would make a great pair!”

“Mute yourself I’m sick of your voice,” he grumbles.

“You’re in your denial stage.”

“Enough, Y/N is watching.”

“You talk about them often,” Star muses.

“Jealous of my love life?” Scara smirks as they pull off a sabotage.

“Nothing to be jealous of,” Star huffs.

“You’re not slick.”

“I just think me and you fit better.”

“Is that the hill you want to die on? Because I can make that happen.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Star retaliates as they both walk into a room with Aether and Childe in it. Aether doing his tasks and Childe attempting to.

Words go unsaid as they silently agree to go through with a double kill, easily slicing their friends. A discussion wasn’t needed to know they should self-report. They worked too well together, it made his stomach churn.

“I literally saw Kazuha go in for the kill,” Star says as soon as the call loads, “I’m betting it’s him.”

“How could you accuse me of such a thing?” Kazuha muses and Scara can hear the smirk on his lips, “It was obviously you.”

“Well, there were two bodies so it’s Kazuha and someone else,” Tighnari comments.

“Unless he killed one then let the cooldown run and killed the other after,” Star thinks aloud, “We all know Childe still doesn’t know how the game works.”

“See, now you’re thinking too highly of me,” Kazuha laughs, “I can’t pull that off.”

“You didn’t because we’re going to vote you off,” Scara replies.

“Guys,” Kazuha starts, and it’s like Scaramouche can hear his pout, “This isn’t fair!”

“Life isn’t fair,” Tighnari says as he puts his vote in.

The victory screen loads in and Star cheers in his ear.

“We did pretty well, didn’t we?” Star asks, eager for his approval.

“I guess we did, good job,” he muses, hoping Y/N stayed until the end to see him annihilate the others.

“Scara complimenting me?” Star sarcastically gasps, “A dream come true.”

“It’s more of a nightmare.”

“Are you insinuating you think of me while you sleep?” Star says, their voice in a low murmur in his ear. Scara finds himself swallowing and his cheeks growing warm.

“Stop being a perv,” he manages to croak out, joining the main call so he wouldn’t have to be stuck alone with Star for longer than he had to. He wasn’t flustered, just annoyed.

“I TOLD YOU GUYS,” Heizou shrieks as soon as everyone loads into the main voice call.

“I believed you,” Kazuha answers, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

“I’m so sorry, Venti,” Aether calls out, “I couldn’t avenge you bestie.”

“It’s alright, you served well,” Venti solemnly says.

“Can we go again I think I figured out the controls this time,” Childe ponders.

“I’m killing myself for getting duped by the duo who despise one another,” Tighnari sulks.

Scaramouche tunes them out as he gives his attention to his chat, which consists of them all complimenting his and Star’s skills. He tears his eyes away from it, calling back on all the out-of-character comments they made throughout the stream.

In response he opens up a new tab and pulls up Star’s stream, listening to how they were praising his skills. He hastily exits it.

“Let’s do another round,” Aether huffs, determined as a new game loads in.

Scaramouche exits his zoned-out state and gets back into his streamer personality, masking the incoming fleet of emotions.

He couldn’t help but steal a glance at his phone every now and then, expecting a certain someone to get his mind off everything.

No new notifications…

behind the lens !

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hope u guys liked the scara pov 🤭

ik u can have ten ppl in among us but i was too lazy to edit all that and realized too late so 🤷

lmk if u see urself in the twitch chat HAHA

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guys my among us knowledge is limited it has been years so dont come for me if i got shit wrong

author’s notes — BRO THESE EDITS TOOK FOREVER YALL DONT EVEN KNOW I DID EVERYTHING FROM SCRATCH INCLUDING THE CHARACTERS SO PLS LOOK AT THEM 😇 was rlly fun tho i was looking forward to editing this chapter the most

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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blues824 · 9 months

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What A Time

Gender-neutral reader who wears makeup.

TW: alcohol, fighting, swearing, Reader is rightfully petty

Sebek Zigvolt

It has been about seven years since you graduated from NRC. You were the school therapist, actually, for the college you had graduated from, and you got properly compensated for it. You had decided that going back to your world would not be the best option for you, so you stuck around and made a life for yourself.

When school was not in session, you resided in the Queendom of Roses. There were many magicless people there, and you lived somewhat close to your former senpai Trey Clover. There were a few times where you would see him in his family’s bakery on your way home, and you both would have a quick cup of coffee as you caught up with each other’s lives. Riddle was actually your doctor, and Ace and Deuce weren’t too far either.

You were there when Deuce graduated from the police academy, and you all celebrated at Trey’s bakery. On the bus home that day, you looked at the photo taken, with Ace smashing Deuce’s face into the cake that said ‘Congratulations, Officer Spade!’ All of the Heartslabyul crew was present there, including you and Grim.

Unfortunately, Grim was no longer with you. It was understandable, as cats don’t live as long as humans, but it still hurts. In the graduation photo, he was in your arms with such a wide grin as everyone else posed around you. Ace and Deuce were beside you, Epel was in front along with Ortho, Jack was behind you… and so was Sebek.

Oh, you hadn’t seen Sebek Zigvolt in so many years. At first, you both had an open correspondence until he stopped writing back. You figured that maybe he was busy as one of Malleus’s knights… or a general at this point because you were invited to his promotion. Seeing the castle was definitely an experience, and not a lot of people liked that a magicless human was there. However, you laughed it off with the half-fae as you congratulated him.

That was four years ago, though. The only reason you knew he was still alive was because you still talked with Silver. It wasn’t frequently, maybe once every few months, but you knew that everyone was doing well. Lilia had retired and taken up residence in a small cottage, and you talked to him as well and more frequently.

During your years at NRC, you and Sebek became a tad romantically involved. He had asked you, in a rather harsh and loud manner, to accompany him to the village at the bottom of the mountain because there was a park in the center and he thought it would be a nice date location. You both ended up having a picnic there, and you laid back in the grass just talking about the book you had both read recently.

It was one of the few times where he wasn’t going on a rant about Malleus, and instead he was talking about one of his own passions. You laid your head on his chest, using it as a pillow, as he had an arm wrapped around your torso. It was only when you saw that a few fireflies made their appearance that you realized it was already very late at night. You were worried about getting back to campus, but Sebek was still clinging onto you. He whispered something about not wanting to go yet. It actually shocked you, so you allowed you two to stay there for ten more minutes.

He wasn’t telling you something, and he didn’t tell you until graduation day. Being a knight of Malleus meant that he might not make it out alive from battle one day, so he never desired a romantic partner who would be heartbroken not only of him being gone constantly, but also having the possibility of receiving the news from his comrades-in-arms of his passing just looming over them on a day-to-day basis.

The half-fae was just looking out for you.

You asked if you could still send letters, and he told you… no, he promised you that he would respond to each one. A tear was brought to your eye as you remembered his promise from that day. You poured yourself a small glass of wine after wiping said tear away, and you focused on the student files on your desk.

After about an hour and a half later, you come across a small flier in one of the cases. It was for a reunion of sorts, and there were fliers sent to each person who was invited. You remember seeing Crowley place the spell upon the pieces of paper so they would go to the students who graduated with you in the same year. Spouses and significant others were invited as well, but children were not. Would Sebek be there?

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The next day, there was a staff meeting. The Headmage we all know and hate was being as eccentric as usual, and he started going over details about the reunion that was going to take place. The teachers who were teaching at the time and the ones who were teaching presently would be invited along with the students from your year, and you had to admit that you were very excited about seeing everyone once again.

It would be a rather casual occasion. The courtyard would be decorated, and it would be an outdoors event. You were actually the one along with Professor Crewel who decided on the theme of it, and he even drew out a diagram of sorts. There would be a few fairy lights situated in the trees, casting a small but elegant glow. It would have a picnic-at-the-park vibe to it, for obvious reasons.

Because everyone attending was of-age, there would be a bar area as well as catering, so tables needed to be brought out. A bunch of students actually volunteered to help you in setting up after school, and you were so grateful for them. Their reasoning was because you had helped them, so they felt as though they needed to help you. They helped bring out the picnic benches as well as a few blankets, and they helped wrap the fairy lights.

You hugged each and every one of them as you thanked them for helping out, and you put each of their names on a list so they would be able to get an extension on any assignments they were supposed to have completed that night. You also communicated to their Housewardens about their whereabouts and how any punishment against them would be lifted. They thanked you and wished you a happy night before going to their dorms.

It was truly a wonder how an act of kindness could get students to respect you so much.

Then, you checked the time on your phone and you realized that you only had thirty minutes to get back to your teacher’s quarters to get ready for the reunion. You ran down the hallways to the Mirror Chamber, entering the mirror that would get you to your own dorm. Since you were a teacher, you no longer resided in Ramshackle. However, because you were now in a position of a bit more power, you did threaten Crowley to renovate the rickety dorm or tear it down completely so that no one would have to live like you did if they were unfortunately summoned by the Mirror like you did.

Once you opened the door to your room, you checked and saw that you had arrived within 7 minutes, leaving 23 minutes. Luckily, because it was a casual thing, you didn’t need to change your makeup from the day, so you just opened your wardrobe to find a pair of jeans as well as a white button-up shirt. Again, classy but casual.

That only took about 5 minutes, so you had 18 minutes to get back. You weren’t in too much of a rush, so you had a few moments to catch your breath on the way back. You went through the mirror again and through the hallways to the courtyard. You saw the bartender and the caterers setting up their things, and you asked them if they needed any help at all.

“Hey, you look familiar!”

You turned around to see Ace, and a large smile made its way on both of your faces. You laughed as you gave him a hug, telling him how good it was to see him after a while. He led you to one of the picnic benches as you both started catching up with each other since the beginning of the school year. He apparently started talking to someone, one of the parents from the elementary school he was the basketball coach of.

After a few moments, Deuce showed up with his fiance, Grace, and they joined you at the table you both were sitting at. The former Professor Trein walked into the courtyard with a cane and greeted you all, asking how your time as a staff member at NRC was going and how Ace’s coaching was going as well as Deuce’s job within the Police Department and engagement. It was definitely a different side of your old professor that you had not seen in a while, but the conversation was nice.

More students from your year started arriving, and you greeted each and every single one of them. A few of them asked where Grim was, and they immediately noticed the sadness in your eyes. They put two and two together, and gave you their condolences before moving on to greet everyone else.

By far, you have seen Ace, Deuce, Epel, Ortho, Idia’s tablet that is accompanying Ortho, Jack, Mr. Sam, Professor Trein, Coach Vargas, and obviously Professor Crewel… but no Sebek thus far. It made you a bit sad, thinking that he was probably too busy to come to the reunion, and Jack was able to pick up on it. Everyone knew about your old complicated relationship with the knight, but the wolf here had always known about it due to him being a good person to talk to since he would listen.

“You should enjoy your time. How about I get you a drink?” He offered while putting his hand on your shoulder. It was lucky that the drinks were free, otherwise you might have to start a tab. You didn’t plan on drinking excessively, but you did wish to toast everyone at one point in the night… night… knight…

At that moment, Jack came back with two small glasses of whiskey; one for you, one for himself. The way you just quickly knocked it back surprised your old friend, and he grew quite worried. However, you did not go for another one, so he guessed it was alright. You saw his look of surprise and let out a bit of a sad laugh.

“I treat students who have the same problems you all did. Only difference is that I can drink now to soften the blows.”

You thanked him for bringing you a drink and just sat with him, talking about your lives. He told you about his wife, Thalia, and his daughter, and he even showed you pictures and you just cooed and awed over how much she looked like him. You had a smirk on your face as you said that you would bet five thaumarks that he cried when he first held his baby, and he looked away in shame.

“Oh, yes he did! He cried more than on our wedding day!”

A gasp made its way out of your mouth as you quickly jumped out of your seat and hugged the woman who called your name. It had been a while since you saw any of the Howls, and she hugged you back just as tightly. She sat down next to her husband and across from you at the table as the three of you launched into a rather lively conversation.

It was nice to hear how well they were doing, but it was your turn to spill about your life. It had been stressful, as exams were coming up soon, but no overblots have occurred since you started your job as the NRC school therapist and guidance counselor. All of the students knew and respected you, and you told Jack and his wife that they helped set up the whole event because of you.

“The students must mean a lot to you, just as you mean to them if they helped you without expecting anything in return. They kind of remind me of how you were back when we were still students.”

You all laughed at Jack’s statement, reminiscing how many people you helped without being paid back. You made a joke about how you were going to go around collecting payments, and that almost made Jack spit out the whiskey he sipped while Thalia was laughing until she was on the verge of crying.

However, as she was about to respond, Headmage Crowley clinked a fork against his wine glass to gather everyone’s attention. He stood at a podium in front of the fountain, and everyone gathered around. You noticed that a certain green-haired general was still not present, but you snapped back to where your attention should be.

“Hello and welcome, former students of Night Raven College! In a few moments, the sandwich bar will be open and ready to serve, but I would like to say a few words. First, I am glad to see you all as well as your spouses and significant others. I hope the refreshments are to your liking, but I do encourage you not to go overboard, as we will take pictures.”

Everyone laughed for a few seconds, before settling down.

“Second, we are still expecting more people to come in. If you do not see some friends, they may still be coming. Unfortunately, Grim is no longer with us. We will toast to his memory later on in the night, and Dr. L/N will lead us in that.

“Third, the grounds are not yours to destroy. We trust that you will be respectful with the campus as you were when you were enrolled here. After all, students still go here, and they worked hard on setting this up for you all. I know that I am talking to you as though you were children, but I thought it would do good to mention that. Thank you.”

Applause sounded all around before the crowd dispersed to go make a line at the sandwich table. Everyone thought that you should go first, since you set everything up. The sentiment was so moving, but you felt bad as they pushed you to the front of the queue. You grabbed what you wanted as quickly as you could. You saw some tuna that was set out, and a hint of sadness hit you before you moved on.

You went back to your seat from before and started to dig in. You were joined by Ace, Deuce, and Grace. Coach Trappola here made a comment about how this reminded him of those days in the cafeteria where you all would be planning to take down the next overblot. You all laughed before you started talking to Deuce’s fiance, asking her about the ring and where they met and stuff like that.

She asked where your date was, and you told her that you didn’t have one. Grace was a bit embarrassed for asking such a personal question, but you decided to tell her that you never really sought out anyone. It made her feel a bit better knowing that, and you just started asking about the future wedding that would take place. Poor Deucey was so flustered as the love of his life was answering about the plans thus far.

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You had been here for about two hours at this point, and you really stuck to yourself. You had a few moments before you had to make the toast, and you had made sure to announce to everyone that it would be recommended for them to grab a beverage of any variety. You had your speech planned out before, and you had it on your phone. However, the nervousness was crawling into your skin.

“You’ll do great, Y/N!” Ace said.

“Yeah, I bet it’ll be beautiful!” Grace assured. Deuce just nodded in agreement.

Taking a few deep breaths, you make your way to the podium and shout for everyone’s attention. It was a larger crowd than you anticipated, and for a few seconds you were just scanning through it. Snapping back to your notes, you cleared your throat and began.

“As Headmage Crowley stated before, Grim passed away a few years ago. You all might remember him as the cat that ate everything, or you might have thought he was annoying, or less than smart, or even selfish. But, in his last moments, he told me something that I will now tell you.

He told me to not be sad about his passing, and that I should continue helping the students that go to NRC just as I always have. Being enrolled here meant everything to him, and so I serve the students and staff in his honor. He became a powerful mage, learning how to control his magic. He may have not made the best decisions all of the time, but he tried, and that’s what matters.

Out of anyone, he was my closest friend; not only because we shared a dorm or even a scholarship, but because he was there to push me when times got tough. He challenged me, and now my capacity has expanded greatly because of it. If he were here today, he would be overwhelmed by the amount of support you all have shown.

Thank you.”

You had to really reel it in, trying to keep the tears from rolling down your face. The crowd erupted in applause before you raised your glass of water, and shouted into the microphone, “to Grim!”

“TO GRIM!” Everyone shouted, and took a sip of their drinks.

Ace came up to the side and helped you from the step of the podium, but before you took his hand you searched the crowd one last time. That was when you caught a hint of mint-colored hair, and it got your attention within a few moments. Your hands started shaking a bit, and you suddenly felt nauseous. Your throat went dry and your heart was racing as you looked back at your friend who was starting to get concerned.

“He’s here…” you whispered to him, and his eyes went wide in realization. During your conversation with him at the beginning of the reunion, you explained the situation with Sebek. He went as far as to call him a stuck-up prick who either prioritized his job or just couldn’t accept that someone cared about him.

“Do you want to leave? Do you need another drink? Talk to me, Y/N.” Ace was asking questions that you weren’t really paying attention to, mainly because right behind him was the man that had you feeling so nervous. However, the general looked nervous as well… but your nervousness was slowly giving way to anger.

“I do need another drink, Ace. Could you get me a glass of wine?” He was a bit hesitant about leaving you alone, but you told him that you would go with him. That’s when both men realized what you were trying to do.

You were trying to ignore Sebek… just as he ignored you.

“Y/N, please, I need to talk to you.” The half-fae said earnestly. He was taking a huge leap of faith with this, but he fell.

“No. You know why? I have been sending you letter after letter and you ignored me. It’s your turn to be ignored.”

With that, you took hold of your friend’s arm and headed towards the bar, where you ordered yourself a glass of wine. You sure were glad that you drank some water and ate so that you wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach. However, unfortunately for you, your glass was snatched out of your hand and a gloved hand grasped your arm.

Maybe it was better that you didn’t drink that glass of wine, as the nausea you were feeling earlier resurfaced.

To say that you were nervous would be the understatement of the century. Seeing those green eyes that you used to love and get flustered at when you caught them staring at you in class were now causing feelings of disgust and betrayal. Your face portrayed your feelings quite well; looking revolted at Sebek’s hand.

You let out a sarcastic gasp, as you turned your head to look him in his eyes and said, “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the great General Sebek Zigvolt, grasping the arm of a lowly, magicless human! I never could have dreamed that I would have such an honor within my miniscule, insignificant life!”

“Y/N, please! I can explain-”

“EXPLAIN WHAT?! Explain how the only way I knew you were even alive was Silver being the one to write me back?! What can you explain, Sebek?! Explain how I was constantly trying to be understanding and making excuses for you?! ‘Maybe he’s busy’, ‘maybe he didn’t get my letters’. You know who proved me wrong?! LILIA!!! HE TOLD ME THAT YOU GOT MY LETTERS AND NEVER ANSWERED!!!”

At this point, everyone was staring at you two. Ace was trying to get you to calm down, and so was Thalia and Grace because they went over as well. Deuce, Jack, and Epel were pushing Sebek away, saying he had no right to just resurface after years of radio silence. Tears were falling down your face, and the general now had an inkling of an idea of just how badly he worried and hurt you.

“YOU PROMISED, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You screamed, vision blurred with just more and more tears. The general was genuinely trying to fight against his former classmates, trying to get to you, but to no avail. The women were escorting you away, getting you another glass of water so that you wouldn’t get overheated. Ace stayed behind to smack sense into the former knight, and that he did.

By the time you had finished the glass of water that Thalia had gotten for you, Sebek had a handprint engraved onto his cheek. He didn’t try fighting back; he knew he deserved it. He promised you something, and he broke that promise and that broke your heart. Eventually, because Deuce texted Grace and asked if you were okay with speaking to the general, you both met up in your office.

You sat in your chair, and you motioned towards one of the seats on the other side of the desk. Your eyes were puffy, and he noticed it as he sat down. His chest hurt upon seeing you dab at the last of your tears with a tissue before you tossed it in the trash. You took a deep breath before looking into his eyes straight-on.

“Y-You have a nice office, Dr. L/N.” He said, breaking the… rather awkward… silence.

“Thank you. While you were climbing the ranks within the army, I was here… helping the students just like I always have.” You responded, very formally and professionally. For once, he hated it. He hated how estranged it made him feel from you.

“I shall get straight to the point, hu- I mean, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at this; he really couldn’t go one sentence without pointing out that you were a magicless human. However, this magicless human managed to get a job at NRC, one of the most prestigious schools ever in Twisted Wonderland.

“I’m listening.” Your glare was ice cold. You leaned back in your chair, and crossed your legs, starting to get comfortable for the inevitable.

“I have no excuse for not answering your letters. I promised you I would, and I broke that promise, and I admit it and I give you my deepest apologies.” The proudest man you know… admitting that he was at fault? Well, this was new.

“Mhm. Go on. What exactly kept you from writing back?”

“I…” He looked hesitant. You leaned forward, an annoyed look plastered on your face.

“‘I…’ what? I waited four years for this. This better be good, or else I will demand that you either leave now or leave me be.”

“...I still love you, and I found it absolutely revolting. I thought that by not responding, my feelings for you would be forgotten. You remember that day where I told you that we couldn’t be together because I didn’t want the burden of me not coming home to lay on yours or anyone else’s shoulders. I dove right into work so that I could possibly forget about you and the love I had for you, but all that surfaced was regret.” At this he stood up, and started pacing back and forth, needing to move around so that he wouldn’t start yelling.

This surprised you more than you thought it would, and you actually heard his deep voice tremble with tears of his own. However, his voice was increasing in volume because of it anyways. You felt compelled to stand up as well, so that you could somewhat meet him at his level, and you leaned on one hip while putting your hand on it and waited for him to finish.

“But every single day, I was tormented by the thought of you being with someone else. You deserved better than a life where your husband’s return was unpromised. You deserved better than a life where your husband can’t dedicate any time to you because he is too preoccupied with his job. You still deserve better.

“However, my heart still beats for you. I wished that I didn’t break your heart that day because it goes against my virtues as a knight and what my heart is telling me. I declined every invite given to me if there was even a small chance of you being there because I didn’t want to bring you any more pain than you were already going through.

“After all this time, though, it seems as though I put you through too much worry and stress anyway.” Tears were making their way down his face as he had a shard of a smile. His voice was definitely shaky, and you found yourself being drawn closer and closer to him.

“Would you, and I am not one to repeatedly ask for the same thing, forgive me and allow me to make it up to you?” He was standing right in front of you, vision blurred slightly as he looked into your eyes.

You were a bit taken aback, but you took a big breath. You prayed to the Sevens that you would not regret this, but you reached your hands up to cup his face and wipe his tears away with your thumbs. He couldn’t read your face, but you suddenly pulled him in so that your lips were on his. His eyes went wide open, barely able to comprehend what was happening.

Just after a few seconds, though, he melted into it, and even started kissing you back. He was so happy to finally have you back in his arms after so many years.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, and it was Deuce and Grace, checking up on you two. You quickly broke the kiss, looking at Sebek once again. His gaze was filled with such an overwhelming amount of love that it made your chest feel a bit warm. Unfortunately, you had to confirm to your friends that you both were still alive and unscathed

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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teddy bear | i want you pt. 2

natasha romanoff masterlist | series masterlist | navigation

pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can’t word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: natasha fucking a toy, porn video mentioned, blowjob (natasha receiving), dirty talking, praising, slight angst, and a tension between bucky and natasha - minors dni

notes: it gets real trust me. enjoy!

“Natasha?” Bucky says her name from the tip of his tongue, as if foreign. “Is she like your… godmother?”

The way he said Natasha was my "Godmother" was the worst thing I'd ever heard - the name made my entire body shiver. I turned away from him and stared at the daisies that my father had planted.

“Somethin’ wrong?” he asked; I shook my head in response. “Anyway, are you two close?”

I shrugged, pretending not to notice or care. Because showing him how much I cared about her would be suspicious - he'd know how much I cared about her.

“Yeah, she has been my Dad’s friend ever since.”

He smiled at my reply and licked his lips, continuing to drink from the rim of the beer that my father gave me when he was still around the house. “She sounds nice,” he brought my hand to his and laid them on his lap. I felt nothing. “Is it okay if we hold hands?”

“Well, you are already holding it.” he chuckles. I asked, “Do you think she’s okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…” my words trailed off; I suddenly didn’t know what to say or do. My mouth felt dry at this point. “Um, do you think she’s a good person?”

He snickers in response. “How would I suppose to know that? Natasha and I never met, Y/n.”

I was finding a compliment from him that would make me feel better whenever I was alone with Natasha or I needed to know his opinions about her. But he was right; how could he possibly know Natasha? My Natasha.

It feels good to say that in my head.

“You’re right,” I chuckled lightly, scratching the back of my neck. “Anyway, are we still going to that–”

“Would you marry me?” he cuts me off with his eyes gazing down at mine. What did he just ask?! I pondered in my head. How could he say such a thing, especially since we're not even in our twenties? Is he out of his mind? Or is he just drunk? He couldn't possibly be. He despises alcohol and would only consume it with friends. I let go of his hand, watching his face scrunch up.

“What?” I asked, wholly obliviated from the situation. His smile fell, and he shrugged, wanting to get out of the subject, knowing I would reject him.

“Forget I asked.”

“I’m just confused,” I ventured. “Like, we are best friends. And aren’t we too young to marry each other?”

Bucky shrugged again and drank his beer, his eyes averting to the ground. If there’s one thing to know about Bucky is that he hates to admit or confess anything that would put him in a tight situation – like right now, for example. He knows that I might reject him, but I also want to see the context of why he asked me that.

“Come on,” I nudged his shoulder on mine, chuckling. “Why did you ask me that?”

“It feels like no one would want me except you.”

“Of course, I’d want you,” I responded, unsure if I was telling a lie. Either way, if I was more interested in him and if there were a spark – I wouldn’t see why not. “Buck, I don’t think we’d be happy together if we got married.”

“But we’re close!” he exclaims, whining as he covers his entire face with his hands. “We’d be perfect together, and your Dad would even approve of us.”

“You aren’t wrong there, but I just can’t. It won’t work out.”

I let our deep silence sink in and waited for his response, growing anxious as the minutes ticked away because he hadn't said anything to relieve me. He sighed and held my hand together as he brought it to his rough lips, and I shuddered. Not in a good way.

"One day," he said, as if marking his word, "I'll ask you again; you'll be happy with me, I promise you."

It was preferable to upsetting him, so I simply nodded and smiled.

"Sure," I said innocently as I rested my head on his shoulder.

NATASHA’S POV:

“Yeah baby, fuck me harder!”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of my computer as I fuck into Y/n’s teddy bear, using it as my fleshlight since I don’t have all of my toys in this house. I shut my eyes tightly and grip the teddy harder as I fuck into it, which reminds me to stitch up the toy once I come inside of it.

"Do you like it, princess?" In the pornographic video I'm watching, the man cooed as he fucked the woman in a missionary position. I sighed heavily, imagining the teddy bear's walls to be Y/n's instead; she was always tight. Tighter, I've never fucked a woman so tightly. Slowly, I pulled away from the hole and rammed back in with a loud moan – hopefully, Steve wouldn’t hear me.

“Feel so good,” I muttered, fucking the toy harder against the mattress. I'd hide under my covers if Y/n saw me right now. It would be embarrassing enough for a young girl to see an older woman this aroused, sexual, and desperate. Though, could I blame myself? With those skimpy shorts and batting eyes, I could not resist. “So tight around me, want to cum in you…”

“Want to breed you, slut. Want this dick far up your cunt.”

I wish it had been Y/n and me in that video instead. I wouldn't call her a slut, at least not without her permission. However, she appears to be the type who would enjoy a lot of dirty talking, including a lot of naughty words. I prefer calling her my little girl or bunny because I enjoy seeing her so small that I can comfortably fit my hand around her throat. I leaned into my pillow and tried to smell her scent as I got closer to my orgasm while fucking her teddy bear. I want you, I need you. I’ve never needed a woman like this in my life. Please be good for me. Let me use you. Let me teach you. I want you so much, baby. I want to be inside you and make you mine–

“Tasha, it’s time for–” my head turns quickly only to see a shocked Y/n standing between the doorframe, her mouth completely agape. I looked away from her out of embarrassment and pulled out my dick from the teddy bear, still hard from the images in my head. “Oh, I didn’t know you were doing that… with my teddy.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, which I was very much. How could she find it out this way? Now, I have no good explanation for her. “I just–I saw you with Bucky a while ago and got jealous.”

“Over him?” she asked with her tiny voice, which made my head spin, especially when she was on her tippy-toes. “And with my bear?”

I nodded, the shame beginning to drain from my veins. She smiled lightly at my confession and walked towards me, her slight belly protruding.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I was about to cover my hardened dick with a pillow, but she stopped my motions with her hand wrapped around my wrist. I was shocked at first, but suddenly I watched her kneeling on the ground with my legs prided for her to get scooted into. “Y/n, what are you doing? You know you don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” she offers, her eyes looking up at mine, and I could see how much she needed this moment. All I could imagine now was her mouth wrapped around the length of my cock, gagging and begging me to stop thrusting into her throat.

“Do you want me to do this, Tash?”

“But your dad–”

“He’s still cooking,” she cuts me off and looks at my dick, letting out a quiet gasp. I watch her intently, not knowing whether she’ll touch my penis. “D-Do you want this?”

I smiled as I ruffled the back of her hair and assured her, "Of course. I want this more than anything, and it’s just that… I’m huge.” both of you chuckled in the air as it did slowly, my cock twitching from her presence. “Y/n, if you don’t do anything now, I will–”

I threw my head back in the air as her lips encircled my tip and silenced me. I whispered, "F-Fuck baby, slow down," as I placed my hand over her head and groaned effortlessly.

“Mmph,” the vibrations from her mouth drive me insane. It was a wonderful feeling to feel like I had gained an additional inch. She licks the length of my dick at the slowest pace before whispering: “Does it feel good, Daddy?”

I muttered, "Uh-huh," and moved up to face her. Come on, baby, wrap your mouth around my dick. Make me feel good, please.”

She makes a loud pop! Sound and slowly pumps my dick while stretching my foreskin with her hand on my pelvis. After a short while, she wrapped her mouth back around my cock and resumed sucking it while simultaneously whining and gurgling. As I visualized ropes of my cum shooting into her throat while she begged for mercy, my eyes rolled back in my head. Oh, how she’d look so beautiful coated with my cum – all of me, truly me.

And not some man who would take advantage of my girl.

"That's it," I murmured, slowly raising my hips, hoping she wouldn't push me away. “Fuck, there you go, baby girl… "Do you like my cock in your mouth?" she asked, her eyes welling up with tears. "Do you want to choke on this dick?"

Another nod, another whimper from her – which makes me grin.

“Yeah?” I pushed her head into my mouth, her mouth engulfing my length, choking on my cock, and causing my abs to clench as her saliva coated me. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good, baby… makes me wanna fuck it.”

I secured my hands on both sides of her head and thrust upwards into her mouth, causing her to gag around my length.

"Yeah, what a little girl you are for me..." I muttered. “Have you got anything special? Baby, gag on my dick." she closed her eyes and allowed her throat to sink deeper into my dick, causing her to gag and sputter saliva on my stomach.

"This is some hot porno shit," I said, returning my gaze to the door to check for Steve. That wouldn’t be a good image. I use her head as my fleshlight, my fucktoy, and cry myself to oblivion, utterly dependent on her. “Oh, I’m fucking close, baby... You’ve never taken anything this big, huh? Take all of my cum, okay? Promise won’t hurt you… It’ll taste good, I swear.”

Perhaps I was becoming desperate because my sperm could never be that delicious. Though, that would be her decision on that because I've had a taste of mine, which isn't too bad.

I yanked her head out of her mouth and pressed my cock furiously, edging myself closer to my orgasm. I locked my gaze on her and imagined how often I would do this with her, and only with her. I can't even imagine how angry I'd be if I saw her fleeing with Bucky, the boy I despise. How could he possibly take her away from me? I went for her first; I saw her first. So, what gives him the right to be with her instead of me?

I realized I was envious and that I wanted Y/n all for myself.

“I’m cumming, baby! Take all of it–Fuck…” As I jerked myself off, I dropped ropes of cum into her mouth and more on her face. I bit my lip, drawing blood, but I didn't care. I was in heaven and felt that no one, not even Bucky, would intrude on my private session with Y/n. I relaxed as I entered her mouth, sighing heavily and collapsing against the bed.

Y/n walked to my bathroom and washed her mouth, which made my heart feel heavy.

Did she not like it? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt her? I jumped off the mattress and followed her, my eyes searching for her lost ones.

“A-Are you okay?” I asked, unsure if I'd gotten the words right. This was terrifying because I'd never seen a woman walk out on me before. “Y-Y/n, have I hurt you?”

She smiled at me tearfully and kissed my left cheek, whispering: “I’m okay, I promise.” before she could walk out on me again, I pulled her into a hug and kissed her lips passionately – I’m even shocked myself. She leaned into my touch, showing that she wasn’t scared of me; I knew that.

“I’ve never done that,” she quietly admitted, hiding her face into my cleavage as I chuckled.

“I know, baby girl.”

She whispers again, “Did I hurt you?” I shook my head. “Good, I only wanted to make you feel good.”

I wish you knew how passionate I am about you because you compel me, Y/n. You are the light of my day, the poem of my diary. If you knew how much I liked you, you would’ve known how much I starve for you. I hunger for your feelings and want to see if you feel the same way.

I’m an utter mess.

“We have to go,” she mumbles, pulling away as she wipes her mouth with a paper towel – giving me a sheepish smile. “See you downstairs?”

I sighed happily, nodding at her.

“See you downstairs, darling.”

Y/n’s POV:

The stars were bright at this hour, and I couldn't stop staring at them. But I was distracted by the pool splashing and my friends cheering on my other friend. I didn't realize I was drunk until I felt heavy and needed to go home, but I was too exhausted to do anything about it.

Bucky approached me with a mischievous smile and wrapped his arm around his shoulder; I could smell old whiskey in his mouth, along with a mixture of tuna sandwiches Mj had made for us. “Are you having fun, my daisy?”

My Daisy. How much I despise that nickname.

“Swell, if you asked me.”

He knew I was already drunk, not even tipsy at this point. But he pulled me closer into his muscular body and brought me back to the table, watching as Peter kissed Mj hard. He wasn’t usually like that, which was strange for me to witness.

“Wow, you must be that drunk, huh?” I asked goofily, sitting beside him. Peter smiled like a proud horndog and screamed, “This is the best party ever! So happy that I’m with my best buds, including you, Y/n.”

“Ha-Ha,” I let out a fake laugh and chugged down another beer that Bucky owned, which made me realize how much I had drunk in the last four hours. I imagine what Natasha’s messages would look like, a statement that goes: I’m going to kill Bucky if he hurts you or Please let me pick you up at least.

I opened my phone, and I was right.

Natasha (1:05 am) - Baby? Are you okay? Where are you?

Natasha (1:15 am) - Is Bucky there? How are you? Please respond to my text.

Natasha (1:30 am) - I can’t sleep without knowing you’re okay. Please open your messages.

*4 missed calls from Natasha*

Did I decide to respond to her? Yes, but my phone suddenly died, making me groan out of frustration. MJ asked, “What’s in your reckless mind right now, Y/n?”

“My phone died.” I muttered, causing everyone to laugh.

“Is it her?” he asked. I turned away from MJ and looked at Bucky with my heavy-lid eyes instead. “Natasha… is she the one texting you?” could he possibly see my texts? That would be embarrassing enough.

“Y-Yeah,” I said, shaking my head in response. “She’s just worried, that’s all.”

Peter cuts in, “Is she like your girlfriend or something?”

“That’s her aunt,” Bucky said, his arms still wrapped around my shoulder uncomfortably. “Plus, why does she care so much? It’s not like she’s your mother.”

“Yeah, b-but that’s been my aunt since I was just a kid.”

“Still,” he shrugs, rolling his eyes. Was he jealous? “That’s your aunt, nothin’ special, you know?”

Possibly, he’s right. Perhaps my feelings for Natasha were never unique in the first place, and it's just unfortunate that they've been revealed. The question is, does Natasha feel the same way about me? Could we have feelings for each other but not express them?

Is it better to speak or to die?

I rested my forehead against the table and muttered a few words, “I wanna go home, M’really wanna go home.”

“She’s a lightweight,” Mj snickered, taking a photo of me and saving it to her gallery. “Bucky, why don’t you take her home? Too bad we didn’t dance and grinded up against each other. Would’ve loved that, especially with Y/n.”

Bucky glared at her and tightened his arm around me, saying: “You better watch your mouth, Jones.”

“What? I’m just saying–”

“I’m taking you home,” he helped me onto my feet and walked out of the gate, with my other arm slung around his shoulder as we slowly treaded back into his car. “Glad you’re with me instead of her; you don’t know what she could do to–”

“I think I should be taking her home.”

I looked up from my chin and saw Natasha leaning against her car with her arms folded, looking mysterious and nonchalant. I couldn't stop approaching Natasha with open arms, nuzzling my head into her neck. She strokes my back with her hand, her gaze fixed on him.

It was going to be a rough night.

“What happened?” she asked with a deep, unfiltered voice – her hand stroking my hair now. Bucky sighed and scratched his head, unsure if he could escape this situation.

“We got pretty drunk, okay? You must be Natasha?”

“Yeah,” she mutters, almost giving him a death glare. “And you are?”

“You should know me by now, but I’m Bucky. But, call me James, though.”

“I don’t really plan to, son.”

I could hear what they were talking about, but I was too tired to speak. I whispered to her, “Can we please go home, Tash?”

“Tash?” he repeated, almost in mockery. “What is this, high school?”

“Look who’s talking,” Natasha said, hugging me tighter. “You should go home, James. Your parents must be worried about you.”

“You don’t have to care much about me, Ms. Natasha. I can take care of myself.”

“Yet, you did not take care of Y/n. Aren’t you responsible for her? You know, since you’re her best friend and all that.”

Things were heating up, and Natasha, knowing herself, was about to unleash her unnecessary rage on the boy, which she did not want to happen. Instead, she forced me to sleep in the backseat of her car while giving Bucky a hard pat on the shoulder and looking at him with cold eyes. "Drive safely, James," she says as soon as she gets into her car.

“You too, Ms. Natasha.”

Natasha didn't say anything to me the entire night, and I understood why. I didn't give her a heads-up that I was going to have a drink with my friends, which was my first drink with them. She was now involved in my mess, but she took care of me and brought me safely to my bedroom.

I only remembered her kissing my shoulders while forcing me to wear a new shirt and pants, whispering things like, I don't want you getting into trouble. My heart beats faster whenever she mentions her feelings for me.

“Are you mad at me?” I slurred as she shook her head, tucking me in. “Tash, are you mad at B-Buck?”

Natasha looked at me for a minute and nodded slowly, kissing my forehead as her hand soothed my right upper arm.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. It’s nothing.”

“But it’s–”

“Shh,” she presses her index finger against my lip as she smiles, turning off the lamp on my bedside table. “Go to bed, little girl. We will talk tomorrow.”

I wish I could shout my affection for you, Y/n.

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an-idiot-in-fandoms · 2 years

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Theoretically [Jason Todd x Reader]

a/n: kind of doesn’t make sense but it’s cute

“Consider this,” you spoke, whilst laying on the floor, breaking the comfortable silence that had been built up over the past half an hour.

“Immediately no,” Jason denied, not even looking up from his copy of Dostoyevsky's ‘Notes From The Underground’.

“I didn’t even tell you anything!” you objected, folding your arms defensively.

“I know,” he replied, turning a page, “so I’m stopping you know. I know you’re about to say something dumb that’s gonna distract me.”

“Not everything I say is dumb.”

“Yeah you’re right; only around 92% of it is,”

“You’re so mean to me!” you turned on your side, and huffed, though you mainly did it to hide your grin.

Your goal had been to initiate a conversation, since you really, really, really wanted to talk with him, and now you were doing so. As stupid as it sounded, you adored hearing his husky, low voice, it made you feel comforted. On the rare occasion, he’d even read to you, when he was in a good mood, and those times were a gift from skydaddy himself.

Because you got to hear him say this aloud, from ‘A Room With A View’: “It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.” And good god, your insides melted every time he said something romantic from the book like that. It made good food for your own self indulgent fantasies.

Now, time to reel him into a discussion. “So, take what I say with a grain of salt,” you granted, “y’know, seasoning is important... but not so much that it clogs your arteries.”

“Uh huh.”

“And I think we should go back to the drawing board, since I’m shit at writing, so I should try my hand at arts and crafts---”

“(Y/n), just get to the point,”

Ouch, he sounded irritated.

“Well, uh,” you stumbled, not having properly thought this through, “I think that... that...”

“Thinking is always dangerous when it’s going on in your head,” Jason snorted dismissively, “just go back to your nap and be quiet. I’m trying to get through this book.”

Hm. That didn’t go as well as you thought it would. As you rolled onto your side, so your back was facing him, you couldn’t help but feel slightly upset by his bluntness; usually he’d at least wait until you had finished explaining yourself.

Mission failed. We’ll get ‘em next time.

Another three minutes passed, in which you stewed in your own overthinking about the incident, and hugged yourself for comfort, wondering if you’d made him truly angry. You certainly hoped not, that would be the worst thing to happen to you since you had to start paying taxes. Making yourself small, you curled up, and stared at the wall, attempting to distract yourself with meaningless existential crises.

Then, “(Y/n)?” his tone was soft, somewhat concerned. “Aren’t you gonna tell me?”

You frowned, and didn’t respond, petty as ever.

Jason audibly sighed, and shut his novel, before much to your shock, you felt him get up and sit down next to you, his knees pressing against your back. “What’s wrong?” he chuckled lightly, “Usually you’re on my ass when I talk back.”

You peeked up at him curiously, to find him with a wry smile tugging at his lips, with the white streak falling over his forehead, and his teal eyes glittering with an emotion you couldn’t quite comprehend. Swallowing, you pulled yourself together, unnerved by his sudden gentleness and close proximity, “You told me to be quiet, so I’ll be quiet. Jackass,” you added stubbornly.

There was a pause, as you looked away again, and glared at the wall with a wrinkled nose of annoyance. Then, he placed a warm hand on your shoulder, and leaned down, much to your surprise. “You need to stop overthinking everything I say.”

“I don’t,” you mumbled.

“Liar,” he chided, “I can see the cogs turning in that pretty head of yours.”

(Woah, ok, uh, stay calm everyone, it’s happening.)

“Ok, sometimes I do overthink things,” you grumbled. “But how can you blame me? I don’t want you to leave me.”

His warm fingers trailed down your arm, then down to your lower stomach, before he settled his soothing grasp on in dip of your hips. “It isn't possible to love and part,” he whispered, in that angelic baritone you loved so very much. “You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.”

It was like he fucking knew you adored hearing him say that.

You gulped. “Experience? Who’s the lucky person who seduced you?”

“It’s difficult to admit it,” he confessed, “since they’re lying on the floor.”

Instantly you cracked your head around to stare at him, yet he was somehow already there, grabbing your chin, and tilting your face sideways, so Jason could press his lips to yours, hard and affirming. You breathed in so sharply that your ribcage almost broke, and you clasped his wrist in confusion; his nose pressed into your cheek, his mouth demanding and noisy, as he pushed you further and further down, till your back hit the ground. You clutched the back of his shirt to pull him down with you, causing both of you to become a puddle of icohorigable limbs, only joined together by the messy kiss you two were caught in.

You moved back, at last, breathing heavily, hot and flustered, as he towered over you, panting in equal measure. “You owe me a dinner date,” you declared shortly.

Jason laughed, “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

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footballxixstars · 11 months

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Baby’s First Match • Pedri

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 1

“Our baby’s first match. I’m so excited. They’re following in my footsteps!”

“Our baby’s first match. I’m so excited. They’re following in my footsteps!” Pedri excitedly said and he was near enough bouncing on his toes as the two of you went to take a seat at the sidelines. He was a bit too excited for your son’s first-ever football match and you were slightly nervous that he would go and put a lot of pressure on your son. Not that Pedri was that kind of person but he’s so excited and knows what it takes to become a footballer so may try to push him however you know how competitive it can be and just want your son to enjoy it especially at this point. What is the point of doing it if it’s not fun?

“Don’t put any pressure on him, just let him enjoy the game,” You told Pedri as you looked at your son who was with the coach of the team and his friends. He was now 5 years old and getting ready for his first-ever match and you can remember the excitement in your son’s eyes the first time that he got to go to training and how much he babbled about it when he got home. He loved it and enjoys every minute of it but now there’s a competition for his age group you’re scared he’ll get more pressure and focus more on the competition aspect than the fun part. He’s young and should enjoy it.

“I promise you I won’t. It’s all fun,” Pedri said trying to reassure you just as the game kicked off. You’ll just have to see but you do trust Pedri.

Throughout the game, Pedri was relatively calm but when your son would get the ball and dribble with it Pedri would get up on his feet and excitedly scream and shout which would make you slightly embarrassed because eyes would turn to the two of you but Pedri didn’t care. His son was playing and he was going to be the embarrassing parent and support his child. If the other parents don’t like it then too bad because Pedri is going to show his support to his son and the team. Your son seemed to appreciate it though because he had this huge smile on his face throughout the whole game even when the other team scored and that made you relax because he wasn’t bothered that his team was losing. It wasn’t long until your son scored the first goal for his team though making the score equal and yes you did clap and cheer for him but Pedri was fully shouting and screaming like your son had scored the World Cup winner. At least he cared because some don’t.

That wasn’t the only thing that your son did during the game. At one point he got the ball from the other team before turning around and dribbling around and past about 5 players from the opposing team and managed to pass the ball to someone on his team who ended up scoring. Some football skills must be genetic but it must help that he has been doing this since he could walk and even before then when Pedri would pick him up and manoeuvre him to kick the ball. At that moment you knew Pedri wanted your son to follow in his footsteps and that’s why you somewhat thought your son may be doing this just for Pedri but seeing the way that your son was you knew that he wanted to do this too. You glanced at Pedri who was still watching your son like a hawk and had one of the proudest looks and biggest smiles on his face.

“He’s a natural,” Pedri spoke out to nobody in particular.

“He’s a mini you,” you replied but Pedri wasn’t listening by this point even though you responded near enough instantly. He was already screaming and shouting once again supporting your son who had the ball again. Looking at Pedri properly his cheeks were all red from all of the jumping up and down that he was doing your son also had really red cheeks from running around the pitch. He looked a lot like Pedri does during his own football matches. God he really was Pedri’s son.

As soon as the match finished your son instantly came running over to Pedri with the biggest smile on his face showing how much fun he had which made you feel a lot better. He wasn’t just doing this for Pedri he was actually enjoying it himself. Pedri instantly picked your son up and cuddled him close before pushing his hair back and away from his face, feeling how hot he was, Pedri knew that he needed to get out of the sun and cool down. He was still too active and bouncing around his arms, too much adrenaline still pumping around his small body.

“You see that papa. I scored and I- and I as-assis-assisteded one,” Your son babbled on like the two of you hadn’t watched the whole game. There is that energy. Also, that is much like Pedri. Pedri loves to ramble to you about games, especially ones that he did well in, and you just sit there and listen. It’s exactly what your son is doing now.

“I saw Osito you were so good. Did you have fun though?” Pedri asked him. From the look on his face he definitely had a lot of fun and this would be the main topic of conversation with whoever talks with him for the next week or so. It has been the conversation for the past week with his excitement about the game so now it was clear all he was going to talk about was playing in the game and scoring a goal as well as assisting one or as he put it ‘assisteded one’.

“Lots and lots.” Your son repeated over and over again clearly enjoying his first match.

“Do you want to do it again?” Pedri carefully asked. Pedri knew that his heart would break if your son said no and although it was obvious your son enjoyed it he could still say no. It was always important to ask and find out if he actually wanted to do it or not. Always give the child a choice and never force them.

“Yeah, can I?” Your son questioned all wide-eyed staring at Pedri begging him to bring him back for another game.

“As long as you’re having fun with it you can continue with it as long as you want,” You finally spoke up, placing a soft kiss against his head and your son just smiled brightly at you.

“I’m going to be better than Papa,” He said stubbornly as the three of you walked to the car. Pedri was still looking proud and you just wanted him to enjoy it all knowing that eventually the pressures of the sport will come especially with him being Pedri’s son. That’s why part of you never wanted your son to play the game because of the pressures of him being Pedri’s son but if he wants to do it you’re not going to stop him you’ll just make sure he does truly enjoy it.

“Yeah, you can tell that from your first-ever match?” Pedri joked with him and your son just nodded before laying his head against Pedri’s shoulder, the game obviously tiring him out and the adrenaline was now finally wearing off. The three of you made your way home and hopefully all of this exercise would mean your son would manage to go to sleep easily tonight. Highly unlikely though due to the excitement.

MASTERLIST | MORE PEDRI

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azulock · 4 months

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Day five, almost the halfway point! Here we have Reo, my baby, being allowed to just be happy. Like, is it too much to ask for? Let him rest, pleeeeease.

summary. Reo's flight back home gets moved to an earlier date an dhe has the chance to arrive home a day before and surprise you. And even though he never cared much for the holidays, arriving home to you baking and singing does bring him some love for the season.

pairing. Reo Mikage x Reader

wordcount. 726 words

5. Dancing to Holiday Songs - Reo Mikage

When Reo's flight got moved to a day earlier, he was happy to know he'd be going home to you sooner, and he was even happier with the chance to surprise you when he arrived. With the team getting a break for the end of the year, and you finally getting a vacation, he was overjoyed that you two would get more time to spend together. Since you two were always so busy, there were times when you barely got to see each other, and he desperately needed to be with you again to recharge his energy and get through these cold, snowy days.

The minute Reo finally stepped foot in your shared home, the first thing to hit him was the smell of ginger and cinnamon, the second was the sound of holiday music. Oh, yes, you were probably baking for Christmas. Truth is, he had pretty much forgotten the date, he really didn't care much about the holidays in general. In Japan, he never paid much mind to Christmas, and he carried that nonchalance about it even when he moved to Europe.

But you loved the season, and Reo loved you, so he'd started making the effort to care. Despite all the snow and cold outside, his heart always filled with warmth when he saw how the arrival of the holidays brought you such joy. And resting at the entrance of the kitchen now, watching you bake and sing softly to yourself, almost made the world seem lighter, the happiness you emanated being brighter than the sun itself. If Reo could, he'd stay like this forever, safe from his worries in the love you made him feel.

Silently, he entered the large space of the warm kitchen, being light on his feet not to alert you to his presence. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you were barely noticing your surroundings anyway. Approaching the counter, he picked up one of the cookies cooling in the rack, you'd probably chastise him for not waiting for them to cool properly, but how could he? They truly were as tasty as they looked.

Moving further forward, Reo came right behind you, quickly sneaking one arm around your waist and burying his face in your neck as he pulled you away from the oven. You yelped in surprise, and he could feel your heartbeat shoot up as you exclaimed his name. He only laughed, laying a kiss to your neck as he smelled the scent of cinnamon clinging to your skin. With a boisterous laugh, he turned you around, pulling your body flush against his own as he wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying you both to the rhythm of the music playing.

"Reo," you gasped, chuckling as he spun the both of you, "what are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I came home to you," he responded, rubbing his nose against your own. "Why, aren't you happy to see me?"

"Of course I am, you dummy, but you were only supposed to arrive tomorrow," you replied with a shake of your head.

"Flight got moved up, so I get more time to spend with you," he beamed, humming the song playing as he spun you both around again.

"Fuck, you almost killed me there, I was pretty sure I was gonna spit out my heart for a second there," you said with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you both moved with the music. "But I'm glad you got home early, I missed you."

"Oh, love, I missed you even more," Reo responded, brushing his lips against yours and bringing you in for a kiss, relishing in the taste of your mouth as you danced in the kitchen. He had missed that, your kiss, the feeling of your skin, the way he felt more at home in your arms than anywhere else. It was heavenly, but he had to pull away when a strange smell tickled his nose. "What's that smell?"

"Oh fuck! The jam," you exclaimed, pushing him away and breaking free from his arms in a hush to get back to the pot on the fire with the red jam in it. Oops, guess he'd have to help you prepare another one now to make up for this little mishap - well, like he'd even mind that.

shout out to: @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez @pinksodacan

#reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue christmas event

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rshmra · 11 months

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PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter two: hot "girls"

if someone had told past riki that- in all his 17 years of living- he'd end up meeting the most beautiful person ever one late Saturday night (or Sunday morning?) in the corner of a CU, he would have come wearing a tuxedo.

okay, maybe not that far. but the point is, he would've at least been somewhat prepared. because now, staring at said prettiest person ever at exactly 12:35 a.m., he feels ridiculously underdressed for the occasion. but could you blame him, really? he walked in from rehearsal to get a drink, expecting no one else but an exhausted, cranky cashier, not the girl of his fucking dreams.

she spares him a glance as soon as he steps into the aisle, and he's already down for the count. (cue the romantic ballad.) she's only picking some stuff up off the floor, yet it feels like manual labor to try and look another direction. he swears it isn't an exaggeration to say she's the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes upon. from her long lashes and how her hair delicately frames her unblemished face, to the way her glinting jewelry only accentuates her sculpted features and immaculate fashion sense... riki doesn't chase, but he'd sprint pick up the pace just for this girl.

oh fuck, i'm staring.

he's ready to turn the other way (albeit reluctantly) so not to seem like a fucking creep, but his legs decide to plant themselves into the ground when she gets up and-

SHE'S APPROACHING. MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY WHAT THE FUCK. she's even prettier up close, and- god, riki feels like such a loser. his thoughts are racing a mile a minute, and he's far from being used to it.

"...i could use?" it takes him a little to realize she's asking him for something several seconds later.

he blinks once. twice. thrice. embarrassment sends a jolt through him, and he can sense it rushing straight to his face. thank god for the mask he's wearing- oh! he finally manages to process her request, by some miracle.

the girl's a bit shifty once ni-ki snaps from his trance, rubbing her nape awkwardly. "uh, it's fine if you don't-"

"no, i think i uh- i- i might have, um..." he stumbles over his words quite a lot, opting to just shut up and check his pockets for an extra mask to save himself from further humiliation. i hope the fucking floor caves under me right now. but wait- second miracle of the night: he has what she asked for! the shame shrinks ever so slightly in size. "i actually do."

(@€!£:&:;!

well, he was offering the mask to the girl, and the next thing he knows he's forgotten how to breathe properly since she's folded her ringed fingers into his, thanking him profusely. he doesn't even have the capacity to respond before she runs off, still bolted in place.

give the poor kid a moment to recover. he's not used to encounters with hot girls.

sorry, hot "girls".

"-and then i saw her and she saw me and when i tell you my stomach PLUNGED-"

"i'm sorry, you really fell in love with a girl at a CU?"

sunoo doesn't even try to hide his expression- a mix of amusement, utter confusion, disappointment and disbelief. riki rolls his eyes.

"shut the fuck up and let me finish my story. and i thought-"

"you're lucky i'm even listening to you! it's one in the morning and i need my rest but noooo, you just had to come barging in with your delusional lovesick bullshit- you don't even know who she is!"

"i could find out!" sunoo gives him the nastiest look. "okay, you know that wasn't what i meant."

"creepy ass."

"die. what i meant was that i could end up running into her again someday!" ni-ki throws up his hands in an effort to prove his point. "you never know."

his friend raises an eyebrow skeptically, deciding to merely shake his head and return his attention to the phone in his hands. "right. whatever you say."

the taller boy sighs defeatedly. "you're so unsupportive." when this gains no response from his senior, he leans over his shoulder to peer at the screen. "who're you texting?" usually this makes sunoo jerk away with a scowl, but it seems like he's too tired to care at the moment.

"a friend. he's having a bit of a crisis." he doesn't elaborate further. riki skims over the string of messages, which include an excessive amount of curses, capitalization and "ivory's gonna kill me", until his eyes catch on the profile picture.

his mouth immediately goes dry. "sunoo, click on his icon."

"what? why-"

"just show me." sensing that low note of urgency in his tone, a suspicious sunoo gives in, and a clearer photo of the friend in question is displayed. "what is it?"

silence answers him. he turns to look at riki, whose face has gone positively white. "what?"

that's the girl.

that's the "girl".

but it's a... he?

...fuck.

notes: corny lame boo tomato tomato 💀 it's all written today, hope yall r okay w that. sorry that its basically the same as the last chapter but i wanted to show riki's whipped ass pov. writing is SHIT once again, apologies... im running off a solid 2 gallons of caffeine and love for huening kai. plus i wanted to get another chapter to u guys as quick as possible.

taglist: @silkentides @nikikids @luveuly @totoroblop @winter-world

#x reader #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen x reader #enha x male reader #enha x reader #male reader #niki x reader #nishimura riki #enha niki #niki x male reader #enhypen riki

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wisekiwi123 · 4 months

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Parent wars: Part 1

for more info on this au look here :

https://www.tumblr.com/wisekiwi123/731555274387816448/the-parent-wars?source=share

[ Gender neutral Yuu used here and mostly platonic other then crack ship with deuce’s mom and other single parents)

(Warnings: Non that I am aware off)

{Please let me know if I make mistakes since I am knew to writing fanfics thank you in advances }

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“I don't know what to do or what the right decision is…all want to do is make her happy”.

Deuce loved his mother. The kind beautiful woman who cared for him and raised him all by herself. He always knew that she deserved the world and that's why along with becoming an honor student he promised that if she ever found someone she truly loved he would support her no matter what. The second promise was proving itself difficult. It wasn't because they were all bad candidates oh no they were all great in their different ways. The problem was there kids Yuu, Vil and Sliver who like him wanted the best for their parents too, although that ment they where each others rivals.

The first candidate for future mom’s boyfriend was none other than his potions teacher Professor Divus Crewel his best friend Yuu’s guardian. Deuce honestly thought his teacher despite being strict was a great role model and found it cool that they shared a similar interest towards vehicles. If he had guessed when his teacher and mother became close was properly after Parents' Day since they exchanged contacts and have been friends ever since. Maybe it was the joint family road trips or the casual questions asking how she doing that would either brighten or darken his mood that made Deuce think he may have a crush on her. It was the new handmade coat and roses that he gave her on her birthday that sold Deuce the idea that he was right.

“You know I hear that Crewel has five puppies at his house” Ace who had elected himself as Yuu/Crewel campaign manager whispered to Deuce as they all took notes.

“Ace let him focus “ Yuu responded quietly “And it's seven puppies not five that are all too cute”.

There wasn't a moment where Yuu and Ace would not hype Crewel up recently, Deuce felt like it was wariness towards their competitors and fear of losing the contest meant losing their best friend forever.Deuce found the situation touching but annoying at the same time.

“Seven puppies? Damn Crewel must be a secret softie”

“He is also pretty cool when he is working on his cars and lets me drive them sometimes. He said he will get me one when I get my driver's license” Yuu proudly stated.

“Wow now I wish he was my dad” Ace sighed with jealousy “Hey juice if you two become siblings Crewel will properly get you your own vehicle as well!”

“ Seriously guys I appreciate the gesture but let me focused since this topic might come up in the test” Deuce muttered as he continued to take notes.Yuu nodded in agreement and left him alone, Ace remained quiet for a few minutes until a idea popped in his head.

“Hey Juice if Crewel becomes your new dad he will definitely help you study!”

“Would you also be interested in me tutoring you Mr Trappola ?” Crewel who at one point appeared in front of the trio asked with an handsome smile “ I never thought a day would come where I would find such an eager pup when it comes to studying “

“ Well you clearly haven't met Riddle- I mean Yes I love studying!” Ace corrected with a strained face. The class became silent as they waited to to see what their teacher would do next, what punishment will give the troublemakers.Despite their expectations Crewel only glanced at the trio, shook the sleeping Grim awake then walked back towards the black board before turning around one last time

“ I will be expecting A’s in your next exam by the way” he commented as he resumed his lesson.When class finished and students began to leave Deuce saw Ace turn to him with a big grin.

“Look how forgiving Crewel is! He is the perfect in every way possible so imagine what amazing boyfriend he will be”.Deuce rolled his eyes at Ace’s weirdly upbeat attitude.

“Now you are just over selling it Ace if you like crewel soo much you go out with him”

“Nyah? Did I missed something”Grim yawned “We like you , you like us , your mom and crewel like each.So the answer should be simple”

“Grim it is not my decision to make!”

Deuce began to clench his hand tightly as Grims words freely roamed through his mind. Frustration started to boil up inside since it felt like nothing he was saying was being taken seriously by his friends.There was also a little part of him that felt guilty for staying neutral and not fully siding with them.It's not like he didn't like the idea of being Yuu’s siblings but his mother's happiness came first no matter what since his meddleing might lead to hurting her instead.But if his neutrality caused ruin to his relationship with Yuu, Ace and Grim he would not know what to do—

With a flinch Deuce returned to reality when he felt something land on his shoulder, his eyes met Yuu’s worried gazed as their hand gave his shoulder little squeeze.

“Your right its not our decision and I am sorry if it felt like i was forcing you.”Yuu apologized “Its not an excuse but your guys and crewel are the closes thing I have to a family in this world and its no secret your already like brother to me”

Ace who stood behind Yuu began to scratch his head with a sheepish look on his face. He gave a little fake cough while also looking towards deuce along with grim with equal worry in both their eyes eyes”

“As much as I am OFFENDED that Yuu sees you as a brother more then me”Ace joked at first “ your still like my best friend soo like it or not we stuck together no matter”

“But I said your family dude”

“BUT NOT A BROTHER SPECIFICALLYY! Now move over “

Deuce watched as Ace slipped closer bumping Yuu out of the way playfully, taking their spot and placing his arms around each one of their shoulder. The anxiety that filled Deuce heart began to spill out as he felt his hands slowly unclench

“Even if my mom chooses some other dude..” Deuce asked meekly

“Especially if she does! Your not getting rid of us that easily Juice “ Ace flashes his iconic crocked smirk “Also I will be retiring as Yuu and Crewel campaign manager. That was job toooo taxing” he said as he ruffled both of their hairs

Yuu scoffed and retaliated with a light nudge into his the rib while Deuce felt the corners of his lips turn up as he shoved Ace’s hand away from his head. Ace dramatically pretend to be hurt before all three of them bursted into a fit of laughter.

“Thanks guys I really mean it”

“ Dont worry Deuce We will make sure no one else bothers you about this “ Grim promised as he hopped onto Deuces head

“Nyah I am but confused…does that mean no more sleep over at Crewel’s house?”

“We are totally still having a sleepovers at crewel house Grim so don't you worry”

“Great then since Crewel’s house has more fancy tuna that I might generously share if you ask nicely” Grim cheered as he leaped into Yuu’s arms next “ Now lets go for lunch hench-men”

“Yeah all this campaigning made me fanished” Ace complained

“I hear they are serving deluxeminced meat culet sandwich today so we should hurry”

“We should also hit the library afterwards since someone's needs A’s on their next exam”

As the group walked towards the door laughing bantering among themselves Deuce felt this was the end for all his problems for today. Before they all left the classroom a beautiful cheerful voice rang from behind them along with a tall looming shadow.

“ oh yes nothing is as magnifique as a beautiful friendship Non? “

All four of them jumped in surprise before turning to see their senpai Rook standing behind them with a amused look on his face. Quickly both Yuu and Ace stood in front of deuce on guard while Grim ready himself for any attacks.

“What do you want Rook?” Yuu asked cautiously

“ Theres no needs to be frightened since I am only here to invite Monsieur spade for lunch with my dormleader Roi Poison today “

“Oh hell nah Juice is coming to have lunch with us”

“Yeah back off”

The sudden hostile attitude towards Rook was because he was the biggest support to Vil Schoenheit whose father was candidate number two for future mom’s boyfriend.Deucd was also surprised by that fact as well until recently

“Oh dear so there is no way we can talk calmly about this at all? ” Rook questioned with a sad look on his face “ how unfortunate I was ordered to bring Monsiour Spade no matter what “

“What do mean no matter what—”

Something clanked on the ground as Rook was talking that caught Deuce’s attention.He saw a small potion bottle spill on the ground, before he knew it he was already thrown over Rook’s shoulder who then quickly ran towards a nearby window and jumped out with swift grace.As they began to fall down Deuce saw the class explode with pink smoke and along with Ace screaming some curses before his voice got muffled.

“The trickster along with monsieur heart will be fine” Rook chucked with calm look on his face as he continued to carry Deuce once they landed on the ground

“ the potion I used only froze them for 40 minutes which is enough time for you to have your chat with our gracious dorm leader!”

(part two is in the process of being written hope you all have a great day/night.)

#twst yuu #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #deuce spade #Parent wars au #ace trappola #twst ms spade #twst grim #divus crewel #crack fic #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland mc

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zombiedumbie · 7 months

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there really isn't a point, I just wanted to write about a band and put the reader as the drummer (because I'm addicted to drummers). It ended up becoming a slice of life without much purpose, I even thought about writing more, but I didn't feel like I could get anywhere. and I based it on some posts, mainly in @/attyattlaw's band au!! if you want to see: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

5361 words.

slice of life, fluff, band au, pre-timeskip and occ law, complaining about one night stands, slightly zoro x reader, slightly friends to lovers (i'm a sucker for this) friends sleeping together, everyone is of legal age, suggestive language, there's no explict sexual content but it is mentioned a lot. mdni.

A thin layer of sweat covered your skin, glistening. You took a deep breath, tired but still pushing through, your limbs already sore from all the movement, but Law kept urging you not to stop, so you didn't stop.

It had been a few hours since you had been like this, and Law seemed just as exhilarated as you. His skilled and tattooed fingers worked their magic, while his mouth emitted the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard, and apparently, he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Sweat drops traced the spaces between his muscles perfectly, distracting you a bit. He softly called your name, bringing your attention back.

You glanced at your jeans discarded in the corner, focusing solely on continuing.

But your arms felt like they were about to give in, your legs too seemed ready to give up, a burning sensation filled your muscles, but you needed to keep going, at least until the end of this song.

The clatter of the cymbals rang in your ears as that 3-minute segment - which felt like 20 - finally ended. You threw your head back, groaning, feeling like you were going to die from the heat. You had already ditched your jeans a while ago, only a long black tank top covered your body, the little breeze in the room flowed through the wide sides; you were still wearing it out of respect for the homeowner.

You had shared tiny hotel rooms with these guys enough times not to care about it.

Ikkaku handed you a cold bottle of water when he saw you struggling to catch your breath, leaning on the drum set and tilting your head down. "Come on, Law", Ikkaku said. "We've been here for hours! Y/N can't even breathe properly!"

"I..." panting. "Am..." panting. "Fine..." panting.

Law flashed his famous half-smile before responding to Ikkaku. "You're right, Y/N-ya can't even concentrate properly", he teased you while taking the strap holding his guitar from his shoulder, you groaned. "Y/N-ya, you should groan less, you sound like a dog that way", you responded with a middle finger, too dog-tired to even swear back at him. He laughed.

You crawled to the cool garage floor of Rosinante, pressing the cold water bottle against your neck. "What are you all looking at, bunch of losers?!" You asked Shachi and Penguin, who were standing beside your body, they seemed to have some clever comments in mind, but they gave up when they saw your angry look.

All of this because you were going to play at an event, the Grand Line, that weekend, in a not-so-nearby city.

Your guitarist, vocalist, and frontman seemed to be in some kind of frenzy, maybe a manic or perfectionist phase, you had no idea, but he had made all of you cram into the hot garage of his house and rehearse until the drumsticks broke or your fingertips bled.

It wasn't even one of those stupid competitions you used to participate in; he just wanted to look better than other bands, like Victoria Punk or Straw Hats. He wanted to make sure you all were in perfect sync, like a big heart beating at the right frequency to ensure that all parts of a body received blood in the right amount, quality, and at the right time.

And you accepted it, after all, it was Law. You two were like peas in a pod; you would do anything for him, just as he would do anything for you; so you always gave your best to make everything the way he wanted it, after all, that's how friendship worked, right?

Rosinante entered the garage, with his wide smile on his lips and his eyes almost closing. In his gloved hands, he held a tray of hot cookies, smoke rising from the small dough men. Bepo was the first to get up and walk to the door.

(...)

You were all at the train station near Law's house, some suitcases, guitar and bass cases scattered around you as you waited for Shachi and Penguin to arrive in their uncle's pickup truck, affectionately named Polar Tang, to take everything to that damn event.

You were sitting on one of the suitcases, talking to Ikkaku about these events and how you wished they would happen closer to your hometown. Law was sitting on a wooden bench, Bepo was napping beside him, using him as a pillow. The vocalist watched as you conversed.

"Look on the bright side", she commented. "At least there are more people to meet", Ikkaku grinned mischievously.

"As if anyone pays attention to the drummer", you replied, laughing as you put your cold hands in the jacket pockets.

Law found himself looking at you for a few moments, admiring how the smoke escaped from your mouth as you spoke, or the way you swayed on the suitcase, sitting on it as if it were a wheelchair.

"I mean, you're always up front, can easily be seen by everyone", you laughed. "I'm hidden behind drums, overshadowed by the rest of you", Ikkaku laughed at how dramatic you were.

It was late in the day, a layer of orange light covered your skin, indicating that those were the last rays of the sun on this particularly cold day. Law loved to see how your lashes were gently kissed by that light, almost appearing a bit transparent.

"It's not like you're invisible either", Ikkaku commented, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "I mean, you have some people interested in you too, but I've never seen you interested in anyone", you wrinkled your nose.

"I don't like it", you shrugged. "I don't think those people really like me. It seems like everyone just wants a chance to say they fucked with someone from a band..." Ikkaku pouted. "Hey, but that's my opinion, not saying you guys are wrong for it."

You looked back as you laughed at your friend's reaction, saying that you didn't understand and things didn't work that way, and that you were making her feel bad for wanting to be with some people sometimes. Law was looking at you attentively, an indecipherable expression on his face, but it was too late to look away, so he just gave a nervous smile. You responded with a raised eyebrow before turning to calm Ikkaku and say that there was no problem in taking advantage of it.

The guitarist sighed, his cheeks red from being caught looking at you.

The thought seemed too ridiculous to him.

Law would never admit this - he wouldn't even let anyone see him like this - but you made him nervous. He never had any trouble getting any girl he wanted, after all, look at him, his perfectly messy hair, tanned tattooed skin, and golden piercings, not to mention the perfect body he always showed off in fishnet shirts or open jackets with nothing underneath.

But you... You were different, none of that seemed to matter when it came to attraction. He had never seen you interested in anyone, always looking at everyone as if they weren't worthy of your attention, wearing a look of boredom when someone tried something with you; it was a mystery to him.

A mystery he would like to unravel, perhaps out of curiosity - or even caprice.

Shachi and Penguin arrived minutes later with the yellow pickup truck, you insisted on sitting by the window in case you got nauseous, receiving complaints from Bepo because he also wanted to sit by the window, but when he was reminded that the back seat had another window, he stopped complaining, until Shachi reminded him that he had to sit in the middle.

Law made sure to sit next to you, flashing that goofy ass smile of his when he got into the car right after you. You rolled your eyes and put on your headphones. When the instruments and bags were secured in the back of the pickup and everyone was settled in the car, Shachi took the wheel of the Polar Tang.

At some point, you rolled your thumb over the plastic knob that controlled the volume of your headphones, lowering the music to hear what they were talking about. You immediately regretted it when you heard Penguin explaining something about balls; understanding immediately when you saw Law and Ikkaku's incredulous faces and Bepo's red cheeks.

As unpleasant as these situations could be, it was nice to travel with them. Bepo was always responsible for giving directions, but he could never sit in the front and always had to stay in the middle. Those were the moments when you all talked the most, after all, there was nothing else to do. You loved hearing Shachi and Penguin's stories about their uncle, a guy named Wolf, who was always building something new as if he were Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Law called him Mr. Junk.

You also sang together sometimes, which reminded Law why you weren't the vocalists of the band; but it was fun to share those moments. It was funny to see how they behaved in those roadside shops when you stopped to eat something, Shachi and Penguin liked to pretend not to speak the native language just to mess with the sellers, and you, Bepo, and Ikkaku sometimes joined in, inventing new languages or speaking your language poorly just to confuse them.

You woke up a few hours later, after drooling on your neck pillow. It was just past midnight, and you had the same feeling of waking up in the middle of the night to travel, but in this situation, you already were. The sound was somewhat muffled inside the car; it took you a while to understand what they were saying.

When you finally got out of the car, you stretched, raising your arms above your head, only for Penguin to start tickling you. While you laughed and tried to free yourself from your friend's hands, someone came out of the hotel door, speaking loudly and excitedly.

"Torao!" The sound of flip-flops and the nickname immediately made Law tense up, his muscles tensing. Luffy, the frontman of the Straw Hats, immediately hugged the guitarist, wrapping his arms around him. You marveled at how Luffy could always be so electric.

You all brought your bags inside while Shachi parked the car in the hotel parking lot, Luffy and some other members of his band were at the reception, talking to you as you checked in, Kid and his band were nowhere to be found, Nami, one of the Straw Hats' vocalists, told you.

You saw Zoro on the other side of the room, his green hair was unmistakable; he was the drummer, so you always had something to talk about. You were on your way to him when you heard your name being called.

"Y/N, the rooms here are pretty cheap", Ikkaku told you, getting your attention at the counter. "We can get a room just for us and leave those idiots to fend for themselves", she said with a smile. You accepted without thinking twice; sharing a room with four guys was a nightmare you still didn't feel prepared to go through again.

As soon as you sat on the comfortable sheets of the bed, you realized how tired you were and fell asleep almost immediately upon entering the room.

(...)

It's barely 8 in the morning, and Luffy is once again speaking loudly and being enthusiastic, this time at your room's door. He was knocking on the door of the next room, where the others were sleeping, telling them to come have breakfast and that Sanji had kicked the cook out to prepare the food for all of you.

You didn't bother changing your clothes, heading to the hotel cafeteria in your pajamas, accompanied by five others who made the same fashion choice. The Straw Hats were already there, just as excited as their frontman. You finally got to see the Victoria Punk band, all of them seeming to be hungover, still wearing the clothes from the day before.

Law didn't seem to be in a good mood either, but unlike them, he didn't grunt at anyone who passed by the table. Bepo was almost falling asleep in his chair, and you had to stroke your friend's white hair to wake him up when Sanji arrived at the table, serving dishes for all of you.

"For you lovely ladies, a special dish", the blonde said with a wink as he placed a plate for you and Ikkaku. It looked way too appetizing compared to the others' plates, which also seemed delicious. Law furrowed his brows and crossed his arms.

"Why are they getting special treatment?" Your guitarist asked.

"Mind your own business, Torao", Sanji replied without turning to him.

"Tsk", Law lowered his head, probably trying to hide his eyes behind his hat, which he wasn't wearing. "Stop hitting on my band members."

"Mind your own business, Law", it was your turn, along with Ikkaku, receiving an incredulous glare from Law.

"You guys are unbelievable..."

While eating and teasing Law for being jealous of not receiving any special treatment, you felt a pair of eyes on you. When you turned, you saw Zoro looking at you, with his usual scowl and crossed arms. You smiled at him, receiving a wave in response.

Law seemed to notice this, as when you turned back to continue eating, he was watching you with furrowed brows.

You returned to your rooms to get ready. You had to take the instruments to the Grand Line, set everything up, and then perform at night. The thought of spending the whole day in a pub made your head ache, but you were impressed when you saw the size of the place; the sound would resonate better there, so you wouldn't have to worry about the soundcheck bothering your ears.

Since it was only one stage for the three bands, you would be using the same drum set for practicality. You, Zoro, and Killer, the drummer of the Victoria Punk, were setting up the drums, trying to adjust them so that everyone could play comfortably. You watched Killer add more drums, props, and cymbals to the set, sitting at the end of the stage while taking a break before the soundcheck. You had the feeling of being watched.

Zoro approached with a can, tapping it lightly on your shoulder to get your attention. "Beer?" You accepted, taking the beer.

"What happened to Luffy?" You pointed to the man sitting depressed in the corner, holding his hat in his hands while looking at the door anxiously.

"He's waiting for his brothers; they said they'd be here to see him play", Roronoa explained, and you nodded, sipping your beer.

"And you guys, bums, not working?" Kid asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"You're not doing anything either, Gizao", you said with a smile, apparently enough to annoy the redhead.

Before Kid could say anything, a tattooed hand stopped on his shoulder. "Don't annoy Eustass-ya; he's nervous because he has to work twice as hard as us because he's lame", you and Zoro laughed when you saw him turn even redder than his hair, turning to curse Law, who only responded with a sly smile.

You continued talking to Zoro while watching Killer test the drums. At some point, you got up to test a quick segment to see if the drum set was well-suited for you. When it was Zoro's turn, you saw him do his usual move, putting a drumstick in his mouth to play one of the cymbals near his head.

You didn't exactly understand why, but you found it amazing to watch him do that.

"Y/N-ya", a voice pulled you from your thoughts. "Could you please help Bepo?" Law asked, arms crossed, looking a bit annoyed, but you didn't want to ask why. You went to help Bepo set up his timbales and some drums in the corner of the stage, leaving room for people with lighter instruments to move freely.

It didn't take long for the night to arrive. Everyone was in the dressing room, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat suffocated with so many people. Robin and Nami approached you at some point, calling Ikkaku to get ready together. At some point, Kid and Killer approached you all, resulting in a comical moment of the six of you exchanging shades of lipstick. You felt the same sensation of being watched again.

In a way, everything seemed like organized chaos. You saw Robin stepping back a bit to help Franky with his mohawk, which you were sure wasn't natural. Zoro was on the couch fixing Chopper's hair while Sanji did the same, adjusting Luffy's hair, who only stopped complaining that his brothers hadn't arrived yet when Sanji gave him food.

Bepo was chatting animatedly with Chopper, and it was funny to see the two of them talking since they were the youngest, so they seemed to identify with each other. You saw Shachi and Penguin posing in front of the mirror in front of Usopp, who was fixing his afro next to Brook, who was styling his hair. They were sharing the mirror with Jimbe, who was finishing a braid.

When you looked at Law, the feeling of being watched disappeared as soon as your guitarist averted his gaze. You walked over to him, sitting on a high stool in the corner, arms crossed and alone. He was watching you as you approached.

"Aren't you going to get ready?" You asked.

"I'm waiting for one of the mirrors to become available", you nodded, smiling. Automatically, your hand reached for your makeup kit, taking out a small eyeshadow palette, raising his eyebrows, already knowing what was coming.

He let you do his makeup without saying anything, but without moving an centimeter to help; you had to hold his chin to lift his face. It only got worse when you applied your lipstick, pulling the color beyond the corners of his lips.

"Are you nervous?" You asked, feeling his jaw tense under your fingers. With a gentle movement, you began applying red eyeshadow just below his eyes; he looked up to help.

"No", he replied promptly, but you felt him tense up even more.

Law wasn't exactly the easiest person to deal with; he always appeared relaxed, but beneath that, he was always tense, overthinking. And he still had that damn habit of looking at you as if he knew a secret of yours that you would never find out what it was, the smile that no matter how many times he gave it to you, it would always tease you.

He always seemed to be hiding something.

"Then you should relax those muscles a bit", you smiled and moved a bit closer to his face, now holding the eyeliner pencil. He shrugged.

You were too concerned about not poking your friend's eye with the pencil to notice his cheeks blushing more and more. Nami took a photo of you two in that position.

"That's mean, Nami", Robin said, laughing.

"I can't help it if these two idiots are so cute together," the redhead said, looking at the photo on her phone screen. "And besides, I might be able to sell this."

The Straw Hats were the first to be called, apparently following a random order; Luffy refused to go on stage until he was informed that his brothers had already arrived.

"Zoro!" You called him when he was about to enter the wrong door. "It's over there", you pointed while laughing; he grunted and looked away, cheeks red. "Good luck", you said after patting his shoulder and handing him an extra drumstick he had forgotten.

You watched them from the corner of the stage, behind the curtains, singing and dancing with Bepo and Ikkaku. Law was also there, but he didn't say anything, just nodding along.

You were up next, and the nerves barely managed to affect you because of the excitement. Despite Law being a bit manic about his rehearsals and perfection in these shows, you loved to perform. It was fun to see people react to the music you produced.

"Here come the aspiring Limp Bizkit", you heard Kid say, and all of you responded with middle fingers.

Shachi threw himself into his DJ booth, Ikkaku already had her bass in position, and Penguin stood next to her, adjusting his guitar and microphone. Bepo was timidly behind his drums, while Law posed in front of everyone, his leather jacket open to show his chest tattoo and the plumage on his neck.

"We are the Heart" Law said before starting the aggressive chords of the song, his voice intentionally lower and sexier.

Amidst the bright lights, you saw the line of people drooling over Law; you rolled your eyes as you began to play. A brief pause for Ikkaku's fast solo before Law started singing, with Penguin accompanying him on his rhythm guitar and background vocals. Bepo played his timbales more gently than you hit your drum kit; Shachi organized the melody and added an extra touch in his DJ booth, all of you in perfect harmony.

(...)

"Go ahead, Deftones", you said to Kid as you bumped into him while leaving the stage; it was their turn to perform.

"That's unfair", Shachi grumbled when you entered the dressing room; most of the Straw Hats members should now be scattered throughout the pub. "They went on right after we warmed up the audience."

"We also went on right after the Straw Hats", Bepo replied.

"But we're different!"

You collapsed on the couch to rest; your arms were burning from playing the drums so energetically. However, your peace didn't last long when you saw a small group of people enter the dressing room, all smiling and eager to chat with you.

You often felt sad for some people who entered the dressing room to really talk to you because they were fans. You had talked to many interesting people before, but they often got lost among those interested only in taking a piece of you as a trophy to show off to others.

You even considered talking to a cute guy who was looking at you, but that desire faded when you saw one of the girls practically rubbing her cleavage on Law's arm, and he responded with a smile before looking at you.

You got up from the couch as quickly as possible, suddenly feeling more uncomfortable than you should. You tried not to let it ruin your night, heading to the bar alone. You thought about inviting Bepo with you, but he seemed to be having fun talking to an equally shy girl.

You found Zoro at the bar, drinking with Nami and Jimbe. You decided to join them since there was nothing more interesting to do. You even danced with Nami and Chopper, sang some songs in the karaoke after the Victoria Punk show, but nothing could shake that strange feeling in your chest.

"Is something bothering you, Y/N-san?" You heard Sanji's voice as you sought fresh air outside. He was smoking, his hair was messy, and there were some lipstick stains on his neck and collar.

You thought for a moment before responding, deciding whether it was a good idea to tell him or not. "Kind of, Sanji", you replied, sighing. "But it's silly."

"If it bothers you, it's not silly", you had never heard him speak seriously for so long without hitting on you. "Come on, I don't mind listening."

"I'm not sure how to explain," you smiled, looking at the street. "There are some things someone does that bother me, but I don't feel like I can say anything, especially because it doesn't... make sense for me to complain."

Sanji raised an eyebrow, recognizing the slight blush on your cheeks.

"I could resolve this by talking, after all, this person is my best friend, but I don't feel like I have the right to complain."

"I see", he took a drag of his cigarette. "Maybe you're creating the problem yourself; if this person is truly your best friend, they'll listen to you."

You bit your lip, leaning forward as you thought. "You're right, Sanji-san", you replied. Law walked out of the bar, looking around until his eyes landed on you. Sanji saw him arrive and sighed.

"Relax, Y/N-san", Sanji smiled at you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Not all the answers are within yourself. Don't keep everything bottled up", and then he left, passing by Law and Bepo without saying anything.

"Y/N-ya", Law sounded irritated. "Bepo and I are going back to the hotel", you raised your eyebrows, looking at Bepo. "Shall we?" Maybe he was asking if you wanted to go back with him, but it sounded like an order.

You had no preference between staying and going, so you just nodded. Law stared out the taxi window with a scowl, while Bepo laughed quietly and covered his cheeks with his hands. You were sitting between the two, just enjoying the music from the taxi's radio.

It didn't take long to reach the hotel; you entered your room without saying anything. Throughout the way, you had been thinking about what Sanji told you. Would it really be a good idea to talk to Law about this? Perhaps it would become too awkward, or it could end your friendship. However, given how he acted, maybe he didn't even care. Maybe that would be worse.

Your phone vibrated with a message from Ikkaku. She asked if you could, at least for that night, sleep in the boys' room; she didn't need to say more for you to understand. You didn't get irritated; it was the first time she could enjoy the hotel room for this purpose.

After brushing your teeth and changing your clothes, you left the room even before she arrived. You waited a bit before knocking on the door of the next room, sighing. The corridor that intersected yours was open, with a view of the garden, and the moonlight barely illuminated the flower bushes.

You walked over there; there was a wooden bench against the wall next to it, and you didn't hesitate to sit down, enjoying the silence and the cool breeze. Closing your eyes, you heard the sound of laughter and footsteps of people trying to be quiet; it must have been Ikkaku, and then silence again. It went on like this for a few minutes until you were startled by a voice.

"What are you doing here?" It was Law, the firm tone was unmistakable. You opened your eyes and gasped, startled.

"Ikkaku found some company for the night", you muttered, leaning your head against the wall, slowly regaining your composure and calming your heart. Law didn't bother to apologize.

"I think Penguin and Shachi did too", Law replied, crossing his arms in front of his body before leaning to rest his arm on the wall beside him. "Bepo is snoring in the room", you shrugged. "He got all giddy because of a girl he was talking to today."

"Oh, that girl was cute", you said, recalling their rosy cheeks. "It's surprising that you haven't found anyone either", you commented with a brief smile, looking at the open corridor ceiling; there was an acidic tone in your voice, again remembering what Sanji had said.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Come on, you know", you sighed. "All these groupies, eager to appreciate your finger skills", you chuckled softly, recalling the line of girls in front of the stage, screaming in the hope of getting some attention from the Heart's frontman.

"I won't lie; I have my charisma", he replied with a smile, looking away. This guy was damn hot, and he knew it; you couldn't blame him. "But I wasn't in the mood", you laughed again.

"Funny", he raised his eyebrows.

"And you?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you with someone, or even showing interest in anyone during our shows", your eyes shifted to him, your head tilting to the side as you watched your guitarist.

"I'm not interested in that."

"Not even the lettuce head?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Lettuce head?" You thought for a moment. "Roronoa?" He nodded slowly. "What about him?"

"I saw you talking; it looked like something was going on."

"Yeah, of course, definitely", you replied with irony and a touch of humor in your voice. "He was just giving me some tips not to break my drumsticks anymore; I've been hitting them in the wrong place accidentally", you turned your eyes back to the ceiling.

"And the suit guy?"

"Sanji?" You laughed at the nickname. "We were just talking about the show", you lied.

Law paused for a moment, sighing. He clutched his arm while biting his lip, summoning the courage to continue the conversation.

"Do you... like someone?" He asked, and you looked at him curiously. "Like... you never seem interested in anyone who approaches you... But I know you're not asexual or anything", you raised your eyebrows.

"What makes you think that?" A smile appeared on your lips.

"I've overheard you guys talking."

"Hmm, eavesdropping, Trafalgar?" You chuckled.

"It's kind of hard not to overhear when you guys are talking at 3 a.m. in the same room as me while I'm trying to sleep", yeah, that must have happened for sure. "But seriously. You never approach anyone, or let anyone get close."

"I don't know", you smiled, adjusting your posture. "I think I might like someone, yeah", you scratched your head, your smile slowly fading; perhaps this was your chance to talk about what was bothering you. "But I don't want something fleeting with him, you know? That's not my thing", you sighed. "And I think he's only interested in that, so I've lowered my expectations. I must have just a crush; I don't think I'm in love or anything like that", you murmured.

Law's golden eyes watched you with hope as you spoke, not all was lost after all. He even dared to think that maybe he was the person you liked, if that were the case, all he had to do was show that he was interested in more than sex... was he really?

The thought made him choke on the air, coughing aimlessly. He liked you, a lot, but he also liked his fleeting things, after all, sex didn't have to mean anything. At the end of the night, people would leave your room anyway, so he wouldn't have to worry about the pain of losing someone else if everything was short-lived. But if he thought like that, why was he going so far for you?

It wasn't like a prize that he would spend hours rehearsing with his band to win and then just put it on his shelf as if it were something shiny to look at. You were much more than something as fleeting as a night of sex, far more present than his week-long flings, and more solid than his relationships that lasted less than two months.

You were much more than this mystery he wanted to unravel; far more than anything his whim could provide.

Fuck.

"Are you okay?" You asked. "You look a bit pale. Nervous?" He swallowed hard.

"No, no", he caught his breath. "I was just thinking, that's all", you sighed before clutching the wooden bench.

"Careful, soon there'll be smoke coming out of your head", he laughed, and you did too, awkwardly. "Hey, Law. Is there space in your bed? I really want to sleep", he raised an eyebrow.

"What? Why in mine? Do you want to sleep with me?" Law asked, straightening up on his feet, and his question came out more defensively than he would have liked. You raised your eyebrows.

"You're the only one I see awake that I can ask", Law relaxed his expression, hoping the dark corridor hid his flushed cheeks.

You squeezed into Law's single bed, hugging your friend and intertwining your legs with his, fitting into the small space. He breathed hesitantly, as if afraid of doing it wrong. "Relax, idiot", you murmured against the fabric of his shirt. "It's not like it's the first time we've slept together, right?"

Then you fell asleep, but he didn't. Law made sure to feel every centimeter of your body against his, relishing your warmth as he tried to rearrange his thoughts, which was much more challenging with your breath against his skin.

He thought, thought some more, and then some more until morning came when you got up, saying you were going to get ready to go have breakfast. He kept thinking for a while as his bandmates moved around the room, changing clothes and brushing their teeth.

"Fuck", he grumbled; his cheeks were warm, his heart was beating faster, and there was a smile on his face. "I think I'm in love."

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dittobooty · 8 months

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I haven't written a fic in at least 8 years but a really good AU does something to a man so have this little ficlet I wrote in like 15 minutes and didn't even bother to read back over for mistakes and don't even have a title. I just didn't feel like drawing a whole comic for this okay? This is inspired by @charliethechandelure's Weird Summer AU. Hopefully it's not too messy, enjoy.

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The news about Pedro was only given to them after everything was said and done in Wano. Franky sobbed for the boy they had only known one summer. A tear sprang to Robin’s eye and she silently wiped it away. That night they would grieve in each other’s company but on the Grand Line there’s no time to properly mourn a loss before you have to keep going. So they decided after that night to accept his passing and move on. That was until Egghead brought them back in the company of two people they never thought they’d be close to again. The truce with Lucci and Kaku was uneasy but necessary. To annoyance of Lucci, Franky was as boisterous and friendly as ever, as though their circumstances had never ripped the pairs apart. It wasn’t until after they had dealt with York and the Seraphim that there was a moment of peace to truly reconnect but, more importantly, to break the news to them. “May I speak with you both for a moment?” Robin asked, calmly approaching the two. Kaku barely remembered anything from the time that they had spent together that summer. He was so young at the time that all he could recall were like snapshots in a hazy dream, the feelings remaining more than any actual events. Lucci on the other hand could remember everything but he never spoke of it, almost as though it was a point of shame in his life. “What do you want?” Lucci replied, never even looking in her direction. “It’s Pedro, he…” “He’s dead isn’t he?” He responded with a voice that felt like ice. “Yes…” This was how it was on the Grand Line. People came and left your life regularly. People died regularly. Kaku struggled to remember the boy that they were speaking about, finally recalling the young leopard mink. He instinctively traced his fingers along the beads of the now too small friendship bracelet that he still kept on his wrist and watched Lucci for any reaction but there was none. “Sorry for your loss” Kaku decided to say. He supposes it was his loss too but it doesn’t feel right to claim it since Pedro was a ghost to him long before his actual death. Robin nodded. “Thank you” she said quietly before leaving them alone. Lucci was always a hard character to read, even for Kaku who had known him for so long, but there were always small signs. Right now the man was looking down with a slightly furrowed brow and a clenched jaw. This was the most grief he’d allow himself. Kaku wonders if the young mink haunted Lucci long before this moment given his devil fruit. There was no way of knowing, but if the loss hurt him, he would be there to help him heal.

#one piece #egghead spoilers #whole cake spoilers #pedro #franky #nico robin #rob lucci #kaku #weird summer au #I just wanna hurt people the way I hurt lmao #thank you for this au I'm having a good time with it and hope you don't mind all the stuff I've been making lately #fic #ficlet #idk what to tag this I don't write fics #probably should have got somebody to read this over before I posted it but fuck it we ball

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OMG RIIIIII CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!! Like I’m so happy for you 😩💕💕💕 also I love the event idea like… so much 🫣💋

For the event can I request #25 and #17 with Illumi? Thank you in advance!! 💖✨🫂🧚🏾‍♀️✨

Aaahhh thank you!! 💛💛💛 I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, Forced relationship, Escape attempt, Illu being a bit of a creep but what else is new. Not edited.

Word Count: 708

I changed the punctuation on prompt #25 because it works better for the idea I had, sorry but also not sorryyyyy.

There wasn’t any time to waste, but you also had to choose your moment carefully.

It took ages to build up enough trust with Illumi to let him leave you alone after bringing food into the room, but you finally managed to get to that point. He had always insisted he’d watch you while you ate - something that creeped you out immensely and made you build up theories whilst you slowly picked at the bland food he had offered you.

Perhaps it was to make sure you didn’t starve yourself, which was tempting considering the dreadful menu items, or maybe to make sure you wouldn’t try to steal any of the utensils in case you tried to harm yourself or use them to escape.

And to his credit, the latter is exactly what you were trying to do.

The plan you had was a stupid one, but it was the only plausable one that you had ever since he had taken you from your life in the outside world and confined you to what you could only describe as a cell. A lavish one, mind you, but a cell nonetheless.

You didn’t try anything the first time he tested you, nor the next three times after that. He would never give you any praise or acknowledge the fact you had remained obediently in your place, but you noticed that each time he left the room, he left for a little bit longer than the last.

So you waited it out, and when the day came that he would leave you by yourself for over two minutes, you decided you couldn’t wait any longer.

Your hands shook as they jammed the butter knife between the tight space between the window and its frame; wedging it up and down before yanking it out and trying again in another spot. You couldn’t tell if time was slowing down or speeding up, the rapid rate of your heartbeat made it hard to tell, but you kept your eyes focused on your task.

“And just when I believed we were making progress…”

All of your movements halted when you heard Illumi’s monotonous voice from the doorway. Part of you hoped that if you remained motionless and didn’t acknowledge him, the fact he had caught you in the act would suddenly disappear, but the knowing sinking of your heart into your stomach reminded you otherwise.

“I thought I’d have enough time.” You admitted, letting your fingers slide off the handle of the knife in defeat before letting out a small huff. “Seems I’ve overestimated my own skills of escape.”

He didn’t respond as he approached you, wrenching the knife from the window with ease. He eyed the damage to the blade for a moment before returning his attention to you.

“Your skills of deception do not rank among them.”

You winced. “Would you believe me if I said I was sorry?”

“No.”

You nodded slowly, opting not to say anything because he was right not to believe you.

“Credit where it’s due, you did a lot more than I would have expected in under a minute.”

Your eyes snapped up to his face in a combination of surprise and mild horror at the revelation. Had it really been that short amount of time? Why wasn’t he gone for longer? What made him come back so soon?

There were many questions written across your face, none of which you could properly form other than a simple “Why?”

He stared down at you for a moment, almost like he was hesitant to answer before bringing up a hand to cup your face and brushing his thumb across your cheek. You flinched in response, both at the unexpected and rare display of intimacy; and the lack of trust you held towards it.

“I heard whimpers coming from behind the door, and I was under the impression you were crying.” There was a beat of silence before he continued. “I thought you didn’t want to be alone anymore.”

If the irony of the situation wasn’t so damning, you would have laughed.

Instead, you tried your best not to let the tears brim in your eyes while the sinking feeling in your soul told you you never would be alone again.

#riri writes #600 followers event #Illumi x Reader #Hunter x Hunter #Illumi #Illumi Zoldyck #HxH #tw yandere #tw forced relationship #tw implied kidnapping #tw escape attempt #love my moots #amazing azel

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ijwrsmff · 8 months

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I could really go for some super fluffy Gorou x reader, like toothrotting sweet fluff. Anything.

HAVE YOUR FLUFF! YOU DESERVE IT! And I hope you enjoy it!

I do love Gorou, he's just so precious ;-; This can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. I'll add those tags just in case.

Word Count: 1,141

“Come on!” You said to Gorou as you dragged him along the path. It was very important what you planned to do. He had no idea of your plan, but you liked it that way. It’d be a nice surprise.

“W-W-WHERE ARE WE GOING?!?!” He called, not exactly fighting too hard to break free of your grip. He trusted you, as you saved many of the people he was in charge of. Helped him appeal the vision hunt decree with Sangonomiya Kokomi.

You only giggled in response, and headed towards Narukami Island. You see, tonight is the fireworks festival. Earlier, Gorou had mentioned never sitting somewhere he could properly see the fireworks. You had gained permission to sit right on top of the hill, the best place to see them. It would be perfect, and a nice bonding experience…as you wanted to get closer to the general.

It wasn’t quite dark when you left, but it sure would be by the time you got there. It was quite the journey, but you made up for it with smalltalk. Gorou sometimes didn’t know how to respond, and was pretty awkward at first. He was much more talkative once you released your grip on him, when he mentioned he would follow you even if you weren’t dragging him.

After you got closer, Gorou seemed to grow more nervous. It was hard seeing him be so nervous, but it was fair since he wasn’t entirely sure where you were going, or why. He definitely had more anxiety than he let the people he trained see. You reached over and held his hand, immediately gaining a reaction from him.

He didn’t say anything, but his face turned redder than you thought possible. His tail went straight up in shock, but once you looked at him closer his tail started to wave behind him. Back and forth, and it showed that he didn’t mind your hand holding in the least. In fact, it seemed like he really enjoyed it. Though once he met your gaze, he looked away quickly.

“Is this…okay?” You asked, not wanting to push a boundary. He did seem to like it, but just in case you were wrong, you wanted to check.

He nodded, and when you went to take your hand away he reached out and grabbed it again. It was so cute…he was adorable. You just wanted to…

He saw you looking at his ears, and he huffed. “Maybe once we get there…I’ll let you rub my ears.” Gorou looked around for a minute, and noticed you were coming close to an island he’d never been to before. “What are we going there for?” It was a new place to him, so he wasn’t sure what was on the small island or what it entailed.

It was nearly dark right now, which was perfect. Once you got to the island he looked more curious than ever. “Can we…look at the shops?” He wasn’t one to spend money constantly, but some of the items looked so cool! Rocks, weird sticks that apparently lit up, and several other things that peaked his interest.

By the time you were done shopping, it was all but dark. You led him to the top of the hill, and he looked around. “What are we doing here?” He seemed to ask you questions like that a lot. You couldn’t blame him, you hadn’t given any hints since leaving.

“Shhh just watch over there.” And you pointed in the general direction of where the fireworks would be. This was already so exciting, you just knew he’d love them! He was used to loud noises by now, so this shouldn’t be a problem. Besides…some quality time with him would be nice. He’s got a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, so relaxing for a couple hours could do him a lot of good.

He only tilted his head at your response, and did as instructed. He looked…and looked…and finally, the first firework went off. Gorou’s eyes beamed, and he almost jumped out of his spot in excitement before he sat down on the ground.

“Woah…I knew about fireworks…but I’ve never seen them so close…” He didn’t take his eyes off the sight, as you sat next to him. Both of you dangle your legs off the edge, and you often looked back to see his tail swaying. It was so heartwarming…

Gorou was staring so intently, but he would look back at you as well, with a “Did you see that one?!” Or “It’s so pretty!” or even “That one’s my favorite!” Which he said about many different ones. He was on cloud 9, and if his eyes could sparkle, they would be doing just that.

When it was over, he let out a small, “aw…” but he quickly perked up once he looked to see you staring at him with a smile. “W-what? Is there something on my face?” He put his hands up and tried to wipe something off.

“No…I just don’t see you this happy very often. It’s really cute!” And you giggled, reaching out and grabbing his hand. Your smile was genuine, as his blush returned.

“C-cute? Me?” He pointed at himself, then looked away, down at the water. “I…” He let out a deep breath. “Can I tell you something?” Gorou ended up kicking his feet off the ledge a couple times and seemed pretty nervous.

“You can tell me anything, Gorou.” You smiled, and reached your other hand over to hold his one hand with both of yours. You cared for the general, “I’ll always be here to listen to you. Even if I’m somewhere else, I’ll always be back to see you.”

It only made his blush worse, and he looked you in the eyes. His eyes looked…adoring. It almost made you blush in return. But you didn’t have the chance before he spoke, “Thank you.” He clearly had more to say, but couldn’t find the words.

You gave him some time, saying a small “Thank you…? For what?” Tilting your head in return, he sighed and looked away briefly before looking back into your eyes.

“Some people…are scared of me. For being a general for an essentially rebellious organization. Or only look at me with formality. You…treat me like just another person.” He reached with his other hand, and now both his and your hands were covering the other’s. He then moved your hands to rest on his ears.

“So…I just wanted to say…thank you.” He melted as your hands played with his ears, and he gathered up the courage to say the rest of his spiel after a moment. He didn’t want to sound cheesy, but he couldn’t help it. He cared just as much about you, as you cared about him. If not more.

“Thank you…for being you.”

#gorou x reader #platonic! gorou x reader #x reader #gn reader #genshin impact x reader #request #platonic relationships #genshin x reader

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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"She says you're ignoring her." Benedict Bridgerton <3

A/N: Set during season 2, at a Bridgerton ball (I truly cannot remember how many of those there were, but I know Anthony hosted one at one point to find his Viscountess. That’s this one. Possibly. Either way, enjoy!)

I also changed the line slightly.

"Eloise says you're ignoring her.”

Benedict’s quiet statement came after a placid silence that had surrounded him and you for a good minute since he'd clambered up the treehouse's stairs to sit beside you. Anthony's ball was coming to an end. From the treehouse at the far end of the garden, you could just about hear the noise filtering out as the party’s attendants retired for the night. Benedict had been about ready to follow them until he'd noticed Eloise looking unusually lost and had used the fact she was without her twin as a propeller towards figuring out the reason.

The treehouse was always the older Bridgerton siblings' safest bet when it came to finding you, which was actually required of them more often than not. For Eloise, it was the swings, but you preferred to sit on the deck of the project you had helped your father build at five years old. Benedict had to agree there was a nostalgia about it that could soothe a soul, and after the obvious disagreement you’d had with Eloise, it seemed that that was very much needed.

You didn’t respond to his words. If anything, you seemed to deflate further, your posture slackening. You were still in your ballgown but had pulled your hair free from its updo, letting it fall down your back and hide your face. Benedict leaned forward, his lips pressed together and brows hopefully raised as he searched for any verbal acknowledgement. Your eyes briefly flicked to lock with his. One of his brows rose higher than the other as he waited, but it was all in vain as you averted your gaze once again.

Benedict blew a puff of air from his lips and sat back, stretching his legs out in front of him and bracing his arms behind. “Y/N Bridgerton,” he groused. “Help your favourite sibling out, here. I am so sincerely desperate for sleep, but leaving you alone in the middle of the night would be most unbecoming of a gentleman and an older brother.” He shook his head to himself, staring vaguely across the dark garden. “Oh, what the ton would think of me. My villainy will be the first thing Lady Whistledown writes about next.” He sighed most exaggeratedly, twisting his lips in thought. “It would ruin the family name forever.”

“Your dramatics are insufferable,” you grumbled, but you turned to him with a smile, and he openly grinned.

“And yet,” he said victoriously as he reached an arm across to wrap around your shoulders and pull you tightly against him, “they always work.”

You neither responded nor resisted. You seemed to melt against him, sighing with relief at the comfort you’d craved. Benedict peered thoughtfully down at you as he absentmindedly rubbed your upper arm.

“What’s happened between you now, hm?” he asked.

You and Eloise didn’t often argue, but when you did, your reconciliation never usually took long to arrive. When you’d been children, your squabbles had consisted of silly things, mostly a result of stealing each other’s books, and you had—quite entertainingly, really—never been afraid to turn physical. Now you were older, your arguments tended to rise from serious grounds, and considering this one had taken place in the middle of a ball he knew both of you had opposing views on, he assumed such had been the case this time.

You took a steadying breath before you spoke, still leaning heavily into your brother’s side. “She asked that we return to her room and finish the book we were reading because she was bored,” you explained slowly, with a hint of animosity. “I said no, as I wanted to dance with Mr. Taylor, and you can imagine her response.” Benedict made a face then and hummed sympathetically. You sat up properly and rubbed at your eyes. “Ben, she is so...cynical. She makes me feel as though I should be shunned for not wanting what she wants. As if everything we do must be identical. As if…I want to spend a life loveless and alone.”

Benedict ran his tongue around his mouth before he pressed his lips together in a thin line. “Eloise is...” He pondered over some choice words. “Well. You’re not wrong. But perhaps, independent and strong-willed are better words.” You rolled your eyes. “No? Alright, then.”

Though the both of you were scarily similar in countless ways, not simply in your appearances, it was your differences that caused you to clash. While you shared your adoration of literature, were incredibly outspoken, and frequently, unflinchingly, broke society’s rules, your views on the future were where these similarities diverged. It was obvious Eloise prioritised her independence and would refuse to marry a man for as long as she could. She wanted to grow old with you and Penelope, free of the ties of marriage and society. Penelope’s views on the situation were less vocal, but you had made it very clear that you wished to fall in love.

It was a difficult situation for you both, but Benedict, as well as Anthony and Colin, were well-versed in finding a way around these disagreements to thwart another one for at least a month.

Casting you a quick look, Benedict bent one leg at the knee and laced his hands around it. “What I insist on being right,” he said, “is that Eloise sometimes lets her emotions get the best of her when it concerns you. You know she would rather marry you than any human being of the opposite gender.”

“But I wouldn’t,” you protested, your stress rising with each exaggerated gesture of your hands as you turned to look imploringly at him. “I love Eloise beyond belief, but I want to have children with a man that I love. I want to build a home, like Mother did with Father, like Daphne did with Simon, like Anthony...” You grimaced, not exactly understanding where you had intended on going with that. “I’m not going to use that unromantic as an example. But you understand.”

Benedict chuckled. “Mhm, I do. Believe me.” He took a deep breath and shifted closer to you. “Listen, sister...you and Eloise being twins does not mean you have to be exact duplicates of each other. Eloise often forgets that, and she grows a little more vulnerable each time she sees you take a step away from her plans for you both. But this is your season too, and you should make the absolute best of it, no matter Eloise’s own beliefs.” He bumped himself against you. “God knows Anthony and Mother will be pleased at least one of you are willing to find a husband this year.” He caught your smile and nudged you again, tilting his head towards you and lowering his voice. “If it makes you feel any better, she did look very regretful. All…grumpy-faced and brooding. She knows she’s upset you.”

The noise of the party had dwindled down to a peaceful nothing, and you were beginning to grow cold. You wanted to change from your gown and climb into bed with your sister, so you could finish your book together.

Fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, you blew a long breath from your nose and bit the inside of your cheek as you turned your head up to stare at the cloudless sky.

“I worry about her,” you admitted quietly. “I’m not sure she understands the extent of what she wishes for.”

And this was the part where either twin’s residual frustration at the other diminished, and whichever brother was sat with her could feel a slight swell of victory at the fact they had broken through.

Benedict smiled knowingly and wrapped an arm around you once again. “You know, I do think she would say the same thing about you.” He accepted the shove you sent his way with a quiet laugh, settling when you rested your head against his shoulder and huffed. “Eloise will find her own way,” he assured you seriously. “It may not seem like it, but she will. She’ll have the support of her family—” He scrunched his nose up, well aware that wouldn’t be entirely true of some particular members, but figured he didn’t have to voice that— “whether she does indeed marry in the future, or lives the life of a true spinster.”

He squeezed your shoulder and you wrapped your arms around him and shut your eyes. “I know,” you muttered. Then, a second later, “I should find her.”

“Mm, I think that may be wise.” Benedict kissed the top of your head. “The wind will soon change and her face will remain all crotchety until the end of time. We wouldn’t want that.”

“No man will want her then.”

Benedict snorted. “And we wouldn’t want that, either.”

Bridgerton Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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criolla-star · 4 months

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Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon part 4)

(This is before Dragons Rising and so is everything else)(after crystallisation but Garmadon didn’t plant Christofern and kept him)

(Go check out 1-3 if you haven’t)(so yea I decided to continue cause I’m invested Yea…enjoy!)

The very next morning Vinny woke up to the sound of knocking it took him a moment to process his surroundings but he quickly realised it was the door. He carefully slid out of Garmadons’ grasp not wanting to wake him up and opened the door.

“Oh! Hey Lloyd”Vinny said surprisingly as he saw Lloyd standing there with Master Wu. “Hi…Vinny”Lloyd responded. “Here c’mon in you two just stay a little bit quiet Garmadon’s sleeping” Vinny said as he welcomed the two into the apartment.

The two entered the apartment and saw Garmadon on the couch fast asleep. “So what can I do for you two?”Vinny asked in a quiet tone, even though Garmadon is a heavy sleeper there’s no shame in taking extra precautions. Master Wu turned to Lloyd only to see him eyeing Christofern, Garmadons’ plant.

Master Wu let out a sigh at his nephews’ stubbornness before turning back to Vinny. “We’re here, because we wanted my brothers’ help, we need Lloyd to get better control of his oni form as he has been in a bit of a…mood I suppose…this has caused his to lash out a few times, and my brother has full control over his form” Wu said.

“I’m not in a mood…”Lloyd mumbled “and I have full control of myself!”he yelled, this didn’t go quite well as his hands had this purplish smoke emitting from it, proving the whole point.

Vinny let out a soft chuckle before turning his attention over to Garmadon who was still sleeping, but now clinging onto Vinnys’ arm. “Well I guess he could teach you, but didn’t the last time he tried teaching Lloyd how to control go horrible and didn’t even work?” Vinny questioned.

“That’s because he didn’t teach me properly, and how do you even know?” Lloyd replied his voice clearly annoyed, while Wu was staring at how calm Vinny was to being held by his brother. “Well after the defeat of the Overlord, he told me everything that happened” Vinny replied

“That is quite fascinating that he would tell you everything” Wu responded he was extremely interested in hearing the relationship between the two. “Well I guess since he came here we’ve grown closer” Vinny replied he was hiding blush on his face from the events of yesterday it was true though they really did grow closer.

“What do you think of him…?”Lloyd fully on asked with no context at all causing both Master Wu and Vinny to look at him. “W-what do you mean?”Vinny questioned. Lloyd was sitting there his arms crossed, wanting an answer.

“I wanna know what you think of my father” Lloyd repeated. Vinnys’ face turned bright red. “I-I uh..well umm..”Vinny didn’t know what to say he was a stuttering mess. “I want an answer” Lloyd said he was getting impatient. Master Wu could easily stop this but he was quite interested in knowing how Vinny thought about his brother.

Vinny was going to say something when Garmadon woke up and yawned. “Oh thank the FSM…”Vinny mumbled. Garmadon turned his attention from Vinny to his brother and son, it took him a minute to process things until he said, “Why the fuck are they here..?”

“Well Lloyd’s apparently losing control of his oni form and he needs your help to control it.”Vinny replied looking at Garmadon. Lloyd wasn’t looking at his father but the opposite direction, “I don’t need his help, I don’t have a choice it’s either that or possibly turn evil” Lloyd said started to lose his temper a bit.

Master Wu really wasn’t going to let Lloyd go about his life when he doesn’t have much control. “Brother I understand that last time you attempted to teach Lloyd how to control his oni form didn’t go as planned, but be as it may Lloyd may become corrupted if he doesn’t learn how to control it…”Wu said.

Garmadon stares at Vinny before letting out a sigh, “Very well I shall help….on one condition though”Garmadon replied. “Whatever your condition is it is accepted as we need Lloyd to control” Wu said.

“Vinny may come and stay with us that is my only condition” Garmadon replied. Vinny turned red hearing this then covered his face he was embarrassed that the only condition was for Vinny to stay with him. “Very well brother” Wu agreed, he was definitely going to allow this as he has seen the relationship between the two, on the other hand Lloyd was confused.

(ayyy hope you enjoyed this part)(Nah bro Wu knows what’s up)

#survivalshipping #vinnyxgarmadon #fanfiction #garmadon #ninjago #vinnyofngtvnews

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North Blue Language CH 2

Chapter 2 can also be read on AO3 here!

CH 1!

“I don't want you two to leave.” Mihawk answers and Sora’s fingers stop moving. Her whole body tenses as she looks at Mihawk properly.

It had been two months since Sanji and Sora had moved into the castle, and Mihawk had counted as it had technically been eighty three days, so nearly three months. Sora had taken over many cleaning duties and Mihawk tried to argue until she fixed him with a look that ended that train of thought. Sanji joined him for cooking meals and he would be decent if he was an adult so being a child of ten meant he was very skilled for being young as he is. Sora’s health had also improved. Before she would tire easily and the tasks seemed to take all her energy and she had to take breaks but she could go longer now and had even tuned the piano in the castle and would play after dinner.

Such as tonight, she was sitting at the bench playing a melody from the North Blue as Mihawk sat in the room and read a book of North Blue fairytales. Sanji had disappeared, as he often did, to explore the hidden depths and passages of the castle. Mihawk found them both extremely endearing. Sanji had opened up a small bit, a few words here or there about his siblings, of which he had four and he was part of the quadruplets Sora had carried. Sora still held herself with the grace of a queen, somehow Mihawk had grown used to the way she would carry herself and offer advice in the meetings he didn't want to go to or the best possibilities of treasure or plundering from the maps he had.

Mihawk did not want them to leave, he had learned that after the first month. It was just a matter of telling them, he enjoys the cleverness of Sanji's dry wit when he exposes it. It was similar to his own. And Sora often sang melodies under her breath that Mihawk would enjoy if he caught them. More often than not it was the same one where Mihawk could only glimpse the word ‘moon’ from the foreign tongue she sang in.

“You've been looking at the same page for the past ten minutes, I've never seen you so distracted before.” Sora hums as her fingers fly across the keys softly, the piano growing quieter than before.

“It's a welcome distraction.” Mihawk says, putting a bookmark in and closing the book.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Sora asks, sparing the swordsman a glance and a small smile.

“I don't want you two to leave.” Mihawk answers and Sora’s fingers stop moving. Her whole body tenses as she looks at Mihawk properly.

“I beg pardon?” She asks in disbelief, eyes wide with shock.

“I don't want you or Sanji to leave, but if you want to I won't stop you.” Mihawk responds and Sora nods mutely.

“I, we, I'm sorry.” She struggles as she puts her hands on her lap. “You don't wish for Sanji or I to leave? We haven't told you where we're from or anything that could be of detriment to you.”

“So tell me,” Mihawk argues. Sora looks uncertain but Mihawk continues, “I doubt you'll be able to change my mind, I earned the moniker ‘Marine Hunter' for a reason.”

“I suppose that's true.” Sora sighs out. “Sanji and I hail from a kingdom that fell ages ago, but the current king, my former husband, is trying to conquer it all over again. King Judge of Germa, who rivals most devil fruit users with his technology and experiments.”

“Germa is a myth.” Mihawk replies.

“I assure you it is very real. His top experiments were our children and the soldiers. They were born to be fighting extraordinaires, and they are. With their exoskeletons and no emotions.” Sora states with sadness. “As you can gather Sanji was the only one I managed to save with that poison I took, but it hindered him compared to his siblings and I was helpless to stop it. I was trapped in the medical ward for the doctors to try to reverse whatever I had done to myself.”

“You also said Sanji thought you were dead for two years.” Mihawk points out.

“And I him. Judge announced I was dead and I was taken to a locked off medical wing, Sanji a few weeks later was proclaimed dead and thrown into the dungeons with a metal mask.” Sora says with sadness. “He was six.”

Fury burned within Mihawk as he thought about how the boy often put his hands on his hair and seemed surprised. The one uncovered blue eye always widened as he furled and unfurled a hand in his hair. How often he would just do it concerned Mihawk and he actually asked the boy if he wanted a hat and Sanji ran away.

“Two years later we crossed the Red Line into the East Blue and I had managed to break us both out by stealing several sets of keys and we made it onto a cruise ship where we worked. I don't know if they think we're dead or what but the mask was left in his cell.” Sora explains. “I don't know whether or not they'll come after us, truly. Maybe they think we're dead. They probably wouldn't care either way.”

“Then stay. I want you both here.” Mihawk says again and Sora looks at him with a smile.

“Until you tell us to leave.” She nods.

“Never.” Mihawk assures her with the confidence he held in in most things these days. Sora nods again and goes back to playing and Mihawk goes back to his book as Sanji runs into the room and hurriedly says something to Sora in their native tongue. Mihawk could only catch glimpses of what was said before Sanji ran back out.

“He seems to like it here.” Mihawk says lightly. A small grin on his face as he looks at the door that Sanji had run through.

“He does, we both do.” Sora agrees. Mihawk nodded and the night continued on. Later Sanji joins them to read and mumbles to himself in his native tongue. The hard constants softer and the vowels rolled easily from his mouth. When Sanji rubs his eyes and Mihawk picks him up to carry to his room, the boy flinches slightly and Mihawk rubs his back to placate him.

“Tell me about your dream?” Mihawk asks gently as he fixes the boy's bed to lay him down.

“The All Blue.” Sanji mumbles. “It has fish from all the blues and more, spices and ingredients never found before. I want to open a restaurant there.”

“You want to be a chef?” Mihawk asks and Sanji nods as Mihawk lays him down and covers him up. “Sleep well, Sanji.” The boy is asleep before he leaves the room and Mihawk lets himself smile slightly as he closes the door.

It hit Mihawk like Yoru to a marine. He is in love with Sora and has basically adopted Sanji in the three and a half months they've been on the island. Sanji had agreed to training but he looked as if he dreaded every moment of it. Mihawk learned very quickly Sanji would rather not fight with swords. Or use his hands.

“A cook needs their hands.” Sanji explains as he and Mihawk make lunch.

“They do, and you need to know how to defend yourself so we'll come up with something.” Mihawk responds simply so Sanji nodded. The world was unkind and having a connection to one Dracule Mihawk is exceptionally dangerous. Mihawk took a softer approach to training with Sanji, often helping the boy up and dusting him off, explaining what he had done well, what needed work.

Lunch was quick and Sora had come in just before they sat down to eat to wash her hands. Mihawk had also found himself enjoying putting Sora into finer dresses that she wore an apron with as she went around and cleaned. Sanji often wore training clothes at all times, enjoying how soft and loose they were. He is very flexible and could hold some rather tense extensions of his limbs that made him fit to join Buggy the Clown’s crew.

“How did training go today?” Sora asks as she sat down next to Mihawk and Sanji sat across from her with his own plate.

“Very well, it's just a matter of finding a fighting style that fits with him, he has the skill to become a weapons master of any sort.” Mihawk answers while setting both his and Sora's plates down and taking his own seat.

“That's good, we could do some research later.” Sora suggests and Sanji nods as they start eating. Lunch was pleasant, all their meals were.

“I love you both.” Spilled from Mihawk's mouth like the blood of a humandrill that had misbehaved on the island. The quiet was throat clenching as Sanji and Sora quickly try to cover their shock and Sora somehow managed to straighten her spine more.

“I'm not quite sure we heard-” Sora started.

“You both know very well I don't lie.” Mihawk interrupted her. “To be frank it explains why I would rather you both call this your home.”

“Right.” Sora nods. “I think we should save our conversation for after dinner, okay?” She pat Mihawk's arm and he nods as well.

“Very well.” He agrees, not knowing exactly where that particular conversation would land. Lunch was awkward after that and he couldn't quite pin down either of them until dinner preparations when he and Sanji had started making pasta and a red sauce.

“My father never told me he loved me.” Sanji says without much ado.

“He's a fool.” Mihawk replies.

“I'm a failure to him.” Sanji shot back. “I'm not like my siblings. When my siblings figured it out they were never stopped when it came to me.”

“What do you mean?” Mihawk asks.

“Niji broke my ankle while Yonji and Ichiji held me down,” Sanji shrugs, “we were three.” He continues as if it was common place, and perhaps it was.

“They had no right.” Mihawk says, taking in a deep breath to quell his anger.

“My father said they could.” Sanji shrugs again as if that excuses any of it. Mihawk decides not to argue as they start rolling out the pasta and decide on what type of noodles they want to make.

“So you want to be my dad?” Sanji asks after a bit.

“If you'd have me.” Mihawk answers.

Sanji nodded with a small smile. “I would like that.”

“Then as long as it's okay with your mother, I would like it too.” Mihawk nods as they continue cooking. “Go get your mother, I'll plate up and bring it out.” Sanji nods and is out of the room like a lightning crack, his wiry limbs nimble and sharp angled. Dinner was no more out of the normal than usual, they talked and chatted, Mihawk relayed the news from the paper to them.

“Sanji, will you do the dishes?” Sora asks and Sanji nods as he gathers up the empty plates and cups and walks to the kitchen. Mihawk folded the newspaper and set it in his lap, giving Sora his full attention.

“I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable at lunch.” Mihawk apologises.

“You never do things by halves do you?” Sora asks instead of acknowledging his apology.

“Not particularly.” He answers.

“This is why you don't want us to leave?” She confirms with a nod from Mihawk. “Sanji already considers you a better father than Judge.” She sighs out.

“We talked about it during dinner preparations. I also understand if it's too much too soon.” Mihawk says. “You've both been through a lot.”

“I guess I'm more confused about how you love us?” Sora asks.

“I consider Sanji my son, and I love you as if you are my wife. I understand how that may seem off putting but you may choose how to respond and there will be no ill will.” Mihawk answers and the emotions swirling in Sora's eyes are unreadable. “I've already said I want you both here and to not leave, to call this place home. I want to care for you both.”

“Do you know what you are asking for?” Sora asks as she reaches for one of his hands which he easily let her hold.

“I know I am asking to stay with you both however you choose, whatever that may look like.” Mihawk answers and Sora nods as she holds his hand tighter. He squeezes back lightly. “However you two want to do this, I will follow.”

“Thank you, Dracule.” She smiles and he lets the smallest smile show back. It was a good feeling to have, to know that he wasn't rejected but the slow going of whatever may be coming was enough to keep him quelled. They moved to the sitting room with the piano where Sanji eventually joined them. Sora played the piano as Mihawk read a book on North Blue language and Sanji pointed at a line in the book and repeated it in North Blue.

“I'm learning, I don't know what you said.” Mihawk says, giving the boy an amused look. He says something else in North Blue with a teasing grin as he leaves the room. Mihawk sent a questioning look to Sora who simply smiled at the piano as she kept playing, no answer was given as the night went on normally.

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