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salaciousdoll · 10 months

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Giving erwin head seems like a dream to you especially while he watches your sextape featuring the men of your dreams

· · " Says It Feels Like Heaven To Him" · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Professor! Erwin Smith with Guest Appearances of Levi Ackerman, Miche(Mike)Zacharias, Nile Dok ( even threw in a little Zeke and Eren Kruger for a second) x Fem! T.A. Reader･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: Smut, fivesome( just in the video), Apple Vision hasn’t come out yet so work with me here on the little research I did, Erwin is rich, double penetration in both and one hole, fucked dumb, deep throating, oral ( m receiving while watch the video on the Vision Pro), aot au/ modern au, sloppy top for Erwin cause he deserves it, I think this has plot, idk, spit roasting, pet names, big praise kink, some degradation here and there, I may make another one with Zeke and eren Kruger( don’t know yet, throat bulge, big and heavy cock Erwin, tears( dacryphillia), Levi being a mean and nice Dom, black reader in mind but anyone can read, Dom Erwin, chubby reader, may be considered dc, first time writing for him so he may be ooc, overall nasty nasty stuff

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18+, Minors do not interact

Credit for art in header

Psa: the italics is the video playing on the Apple vision pro headset

With the void, black space and sparkling little dots in the sky, you traveled home in your car listening to the radio play hits of the month. Tonight was heavenly for you, you loved hot summer nights ever since you were a kid, don’t even get you started on spring or fall nights. Summer nights were filled with people walking on the sidewalks talking with their friends, relatives, and partners. They were filled with loud music blaring from bars, clubs, and people sitting in their cars.

As you drove to your professor's house as his T.A., You passed lots of entertainment and that made you smile so much. You couldn’t wait to collect the test answers so you could grade your students' tests. You wanted to be able to enjoy this adolescent night. You were planning to go to a restaurant that stays open until 4 am with your friends since they needed to catch up with you. All you need is the test answers and then you’re set, probably should be finished by 12:30 am. Your friends should be coming out of the club by 2:30 am, so you’ll even have time to shower and get ready. You all decided to pull an all-nighter because you missed the days when you used to do it.

You passed a few big houses before you made it to his large house, the house always brings up memories you held deep inside of your memory. Memories that you shared with 4 other men including Erwin Smith. You stopped your car and got out after turning the headlights off. Your keys jiggled and moved as you walked up to his door proudly with a small smile on your face. Once you made it to the double entry wrought iron doors that stood taller than you. You have no idea how he could afford this but you had a guess in mind since he wears a lot of expensive tailored suits to work.

You pushed the doorbell, rocking back and forth to calm your nerves of being here again. You haven’t been here in a month, couldn’t face them outside of work. You were glad you only got to see Erwin instead of Levi, Who was in the same department as Erwin but had a different subject— which was Writing while Erwin had History. Miche was in the art department while Nile was in the science department with Hange. Hange, a person you wished you could’ve had there as well since you’ve always eyed them.

You rang it again before deciding to knock on the door when you didn’t hear an answer. You moved to the side and peaked through the glass to see if you saw anyone and you didn’t. So you stood there for a minute until you decided to just go in. You twisted the doorknob and it opened, it was almost like someone left it open for you. Erwin definitely did because he always used to say let him know when you’re on your way and you did, only two hours ago. You shrugged your shoulders and walked inside— closing the door softly, avoiding the slam the door always did when you used to come here freely.

You walked to the entrance of his living room and heard his groans loud and clear. He was too occupied in pleasuring himself out in the open to even realize the door bell had rang. He had on the new Apple vision pro vr headset and the noise coming from them was so lewd that you were speechless. You could hear it from where you were standing, so you slowly put your purse/bag on the table an arm length next to you and slowly walked to him.

Once you got closer to Erwin, you heard the slick noises of him stroking his dick up and down with , from the smell of it, strawberry lube you brought over here from the last time you were here. He kept it with him and you wanted to know why, soon you will find out. Just as you were about to speak, you heard your voice speak from the headset in a needy tone.

“ Fu-ah-ck~!! I can’t take it anymore Miche, please please please.” Your moans were so pretty and you almost wanted to pat yourself on the back from how pornographic they sound. You slowly walked around the couch and stood on the edge of it looking directly at Erwin.

“ shit! Welcome, Miss { reader’s last name}. Your…”. Erwin was stuck when his dick pumped in excitement in his hand. You didn’t know if the excitement was from the video, the adrenaline of being caught, or from your stare on him. His body was sweaty and you could tell he’s been at this for a minute now because of the smell of strawberry and cum around him. The saltine air was doing something to your senses and it went straight to your now tingling pussy.

“ Is this how you greet all your past T.A.’s, Mr.Smith. If so I’ll begin to think of you as a horny pervert. Wouldn’t want that now would cha’?”. Your whispering was getting to him as you now noticed he paused the video with his finger pressing into the air. “ How can you even see out of those? Hmm, wanna give me an explanation as to how that is and what I just walked in on.” Your voice was so alluring to him, it didn’t matter if you had a gruff velvet tone or soft tone, he loved hearing your voice.

Erwin showed you his small smile as he began to talk again after searching for his voice for about 5 seconds, “ I would gladly explain this futuristic device to you later, miss { readers last name} but I’m a little preoccupied with trying it out right now. If you’re looking for the test answers, they’re in my office down the hall. Specifically on the desk.” He then lifted the device off his eyes, setting it on top of his blonde, unruly hair. Sweat built upon his forehead as the lines from the device formed on his red face making him, surprisingly, look very enticing to you.

You looked back at the hall he pointed to prior to looking back at him with low eyes, “ They’ll have to wait for now. After all, we have a three day weekend starting tonight, so why don’t I show my appreciation to Professor Smith. Put back on that VR set, sir. Want you to focus on that video and that video only.”

He almost let out a low groan at the pet name he so desperately loved, especially when you called him that. School or not, he’s always gonna feel something when you call him that. You slowly took off your top as he slid the car set back on his face. After your top came off, your bra followed— gently falling to the floor. You walked up to Erwin and slowly got on your knees in front of him. His cocked open legs were so thick and muscled, you were planning on riding them sometime in your life, maybe tonight. Who knows. You trailed your acrylic nails up his thighs— dragging them close to his trimmed pubic hairs. You watched as he bit back a moan and as his dick jumped against his lower stomach. The red angry tip was having a stare off with you and you were winning because of his twitching.

Your knees hurt on the carpet but you were gonna ignore it for now. You wanted his cock in your mouth and you were gonna get him in your mouth. You tried to enclose your right hand on his dick, but it didn’t fit around the entirety of his cock. Thick fingers trying so hard to wrap around his thick abnormal dick, you then pressed his tip on your lips giving him a little peck prior to rubbing his wet tip across the lower half of your face. You wanted this to be messy and you were gonna get it even if he was caught by surprise when you did that.

Erwin was bigger than Levi and close in length to miche whilst being close to Nile in girth. You could tell he started the video over because you heard your whimpers which meant you were being teased by Levi.

“ How long have you dreamed of this, little girl? I’m sure you even day dreamed about being used like a little slut by us. Such a shame really. Such a pretty little shame.”, Levi says on the video. Erwin watched on the big screen he had on his Vr set. He was so glad he got this VR set because he could watch this video in 3d with a fake background of the ocean.

He watched your eyes look up in a squint as you looked at Levi, “ I’m not a little girl. So don’t call me- hnngn.” Two fingers were placed inside of your pussy by Levi who looked at you with low sharp eyes, “ what was that? Couldn’t hear you over you being a slut for my fingers.” The camera panned to Miche, Nile, And Erwin before he set the camera up on the tall night stand in his room.

Erwin moved next to you to plant his kiss on your buttercream scent lips as Miche whistled at Levi words, “ Come on, Levi. You gotta give the girl credit for seducing each one of us with those pretty brown eyes of hers. Eyes that told stories without talking, we’re now experiencing another story of hers.” Leave it to Miche Zacharias to bring his perception into this, reasons why he’s an art teacher.

You, on the other hand, took the tip of his cock in your mouth causing him to let out a low moan. The way your lips instantly lock on his dick should be awarded. The sucking sounds from you was enough to cause him to put down the VR, but he’ll never be able to get to his favorite part if he does.

Erwin's body shuddered when he heard your pleas in the video and felt your lips swallow more of his dick in your wet, hot mouth. You almost vomited on his dick, but you controlled your breathing and throat to take him in completely. Both of your hands were now on the lower part of his cock as spit slowly glided down his dick and onto your hands. Erwin held your head in one of his hands as he tried so hard to keep his eyes on the screen like you said.

The convulsing of your throat was enough to make him want to snap his hips up, but he resisted and let you take control, just this once.

“ Ummph, your dick is stretching me, Nile. Pl-”, you moaned as he slid inside of your wet pussy with the help of miche holding your legs open from underneath you. Levi let a small smirk display in his face in the video. Erwin just now noticed that little smirk and he was so gonna tease Levi for it later but right now your moans plus your lips wrapped around his cock was the only thing on his mind.

“ Ease up a little, Nile and Mike. Don’t want my little TA to call off work just because we broke her.”, Erwin said as he played with your pretty nipples in a clockwise motion making you squirm even more. Levi stroked himself on the side of you while sucking on your neck. Nile was too busy trying not to cum because of the way you were squeezing around his dick, “ Looks like she needs to ease up on me before my dick breaks. She’s fucking tight. So please, sweetheart. Ease up for me, will ya’ ?” Nile held your face in between his hands— looking directly in your eyes.

You couldn’t even think straight because of the fullness you were feeling in both holes. They complimented each other all too well, but you got pulled out of your daze when you felt a kiss on your mouth from a different man. The man in front of you, Nile. His kiss was ruff but a little passionate which suddenly made you loosen up around his dick causing him to move back and forth with ease. Miche groan loudly when you convulsed your other hole around his long cock, “ Fuck, pretty girl. You’re treating my dick so well.” His deep baritone voice sent shivers down your horny spine and you couldn’t do anything but moan, loudly too.

Levi rolled his eyes when he heard you repeating curse words with a whine laced in your whimpers, “ Erwin shut her up before I do it.” He was such a mean Dom and you loved it. Nile and Miche shared a choked moan and groan because you tightened around them at the same time when you heard what he said. Erwin chuckled and turned your head to his standing cock, “ Come on, my princess. Don’t wanna upset him any further now, do we?” His tone was chilling, almost like a threat and you loved it. Erwin took his cock in his hand and tapped your plump lips, “ Open up wide for me, darling. Want you to open up nice and wide for me.” You looked up at him through your lashes as your body thrashed up and down due to Nile and Mike’s movements. They were so in sync with each other as you parted your lips as you could go. Next sounds that were heard were your slurpy moans and the moans of all the men around you as you pleasured them.

Levi was in love with the way you twisted your hand around his cock, “ such a pretty view to see you filled up in all of your holes. Shit! Your fucking hands are working me so perfectly. Being such a good girl right now, baby. Keep it up for me, got that?” Your moans on Erwin’s dick told everyone everything they needed to know. You were gonna be a good girl for them after all.

Erwin couldn’t handle the way your head bobbed up and down on his cock with ease now. Your throat warmed up to him and he couldn’t be more proud of you. You were struggling to take him in the video but now here— it’s like you were a new person or spirit. He loved every second of it, paying attention to the dick sucking sounds you made as you devoured him. “ Mmm” and “ hmm” were heard all around his living room. Teary eyes was something he saw after rolling his eyes to the back of his head in pure lightness. He looked down at you slurping his cock up like you were drinking out a small straw with a thick ass milkshake.

Erwin reached to the top of your head, setting a shaky palm just over your hairstyle, “ May I?” You bobbed your head up and down to answer his question and he sequenced after moving whatever hairstyle you had in your hair out from your eyes, so you can really see. One of the small things you noticed about Erwin compared to the others is that he knows the boundaries and doesn’t over step them without thinking about it. Bare minimum? Yes.

He tasted so good in your mouth, salt with a small hint of used cum. You couldn’t describe it exactly but you knew his dick had just the right flavor to openly want to suck his dick up the way you’re doing it right now. Hollowing your cheeks caused him to spring up and try to knock his knees together but you scratched at his stomach letting him know to sit down and take it like he told you plenty of time on his desk, bed, etc. “ Ah, Ah, swee-sweetheart, I’m going to cum soon if you keep doing - oahh- that.” Erwin was never this vocal before and he needed to start being this vocal because now one of your hands dropped from his dick— moving down to your undergarment. You rubbed yourself in slow circles feeling the wetness spreading on your fingers like it was honey.

You removed your other hand and dropped that one to his balls to play with them in a soothing but pleasuring way. Your moans were getting louder on the screen and off the screen. It wasn’t just only your moans though, Erwin’s moans were off screen. He was enjoying himself too much and honestly he didn’t care. He was mouth drunk in a sense. Could wait for it to end no matter what. He didn’t want this memory to end at all. Miche was right, you were a part of the memories he had to reminisce about when he gets older and wither away like all older people do.

The sounds of gagging were heard when your mouth moved further down his cock up until the little blonde hair on his pelvis. Your moans from playing with yourself were stuffed so good with his cock deep down your throat. “ fuck! Sweet girl, your mouth and hands feel so good. So. Damn. Amazing. Keep going for me, my sweet doll.”

The video now showed you now taking him and Levi inside of your pussy together. Your screams of pleasure were one for Erwin’s history books. “ Fuck, she’s fucking swallowing my dick right now. Erwin you choose the right one to be your damn T.A.” Erwin chuckled as he focused on holding your thighs— you were in the cowgirl position on top of him.

“ You should see her face taking both of us right now, Levi. So damn beautiful.” Erwin kissed your neck wrapping both of his arms around you— Levi wrapped his arms around your arms pulling your upper body up a little bit, “ beautiful huh? Maybe Mike or Nile could take a picture and send it to Eren Kruger and Zeke, let them know what they’re missing.” Tears fell down your eyelashes as they battered their dicks inside of you with soft little kisses from Erwin to comfort you even more than you already felt.

Miche chuckled with his head tilted back before getting up to come hold your chubby face in between his big hands, “ such a beauty indeed. Even more beautiful with a fucked out expression on your face. Such a pity they couldn’t come, huh.” Nile came up beside him, both with their dick standing on full hard, “ I’ll take the picture only for me, then two don’t deserve to see this masterpiece of a woman, isn’t that right my little bunny?” Just then Erwin snapped his hips up as Levi followed after, both spilling inside of you as your mouth fell into a silent O as you came on their cocks— That silent O soon got filled with a thick tip of Mike’s dick.

“ God, I wish you could see how pretty you look right now. Gonna- mmph.” Erwin groans turned into moans when you let out a little moan against the sensitive part on his dick, his veins. The video stopped and you notice he snatched off his Apple Vision Pro headset and grabbed your head to make you engulf all of his dick without any room to breathe. Erwin grabbed your throat to feel his bulge against it and nothing could ever satisfy him the way your throat bulge did. You stayed where you were until you felt thick salty fluid in your mouth. You had no choice but to swallow all of his cum inside of your gagging mouth. Small Snot flowing down your nose with Spit and the rest of his cum you couldn’t swallow flowed down this dick to his ass. “ Holy shit! Fuck, m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth, don’t run. Don’t run. Breathe through your nose for me….” And you did to which he responded with a lazy smile after he came down from his high, “ good girl. Such a good little slut for me.”

He let you go when you tapped his thigh and you automatically lifted your throat off his cock, coughing a little prior to a small smile displaying on your face, “ Next time, could you do that during the intercourse. I liked it, especially if it’s from you.” Erwin body slumped against the back of his couch as he peered down at you with low blue eyes, “ You’re so pretty. I need you to say it back to me, pretty girl.” You didn’t know where the serge of affirmation came from, but you were living for it as you looked at him like he was the only man in the world. Little did you know, you were always the only woman in his world.

“ I’m pretty— your pretty girl.” Your voice was so low and he knew it was because of his dick. Erwin pulled you up by your hands, kissing them. He then pulled you down on top of him and kissed you on the mouth, “ Yes, my pretty little butterfly. Thank you for giving me the best I ever had …. Now about those test answers?” He lifted up his eyebrow at you. Somehow, you had forgotten about them because your jaw hurt. You’ll have to grade tomorrow and make sure the girls make it back safely. You’ll have to reschedule everything all because of Mr.eyebrows with the big dick chuckling at you waving your hand whilst laying on his chest.

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aezuria · 18 days

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*ੈ✎ two lovers entwined, pass me by

"and heaven knows i'm miserable now" —the smiths

content: leo valdez x roman! reader

╰┈▸ back cover: what if leo gets a little too tired of being the seventh wheel, wait- ninth wheel? (and meets a girl who is a d1 hater)

╰┈▸ warnings: leo and yn dont hate hate couples its a joke okay (unless its not a joke anymore pls give them love-) cursing, maybe ooc reyna? NOT canon compliant, a bit of angst but overall its silly

librarian's annotations: this is now my fav work if u guys dont like it then dont tell me pls 😣

leo was tired. sick and tired of everyone's public displays of affection! can they at least have the decency to romance each other in the privacy of their own rooms!? he did not build ten of them for no reason! there was absolutely no way they needed to suck face at the dining table. like, right in front of his food!?

okay, he was being a bit dramatic. the most everyone was willing to do in public was hold hands. and maybe share a kiss. but that was a kiss too much! and wasn't reyna supposed to off doing (cool) praetor shit!? ever since her and jason made up, leo has not been able to catch a break! can they stop eyefucking each other already!? (they are simply staring into one another's eyes)

"guys." leo swept his gaze over the dining table. he was seated at the end, giving him an unwarranted view of everyone paired up. apparently, love is also deaf, since no one turned their head to him.

"guys!" leo raised his voice. would he be heard over the sound of their unspoken conversations? heads finally spun to look at him, as if they just remembered he was there.

"can you guys like, eat? or do this-" he gestured widely. "elsewhere? and by elsewhere i mean not in front of me."

they all managed to give him the exact same look that was a mix of embarrassment at being called out, and something that said "poor leo, he's so single!" oh come on! jason made it even worse by putting a—what was supposed to be—comforting hand on his arm. "it's okay, leo. i'm sure you'll find someone one day."

this was not funny at all. and leo would know; he's the funniest guy ever! he snatched his arm away with an utterly aghast expression. "ew! get your pity off of me!" he shuddered, playing up the theatrics and wiped his forearm over jason, giving him his couple-cooties back.

the blond reeled back, laughing at his best friend's antics. "what was that for!?"

"don't act like you don't know!" he sneered accusingly.

nights were always the worst for leo. they were quiet, and not the calm, peaceful quiet when he would stay out and watch the sun set, the time before his happiness came to an end. it was an empty quiet, devoid of the laughter he caused, his thoughts become louder to fill up the silence.

(it was night when his mother died, when he had burned down the warehouse. when he had killed her. it was night when he awoke to the front door slamming, the sounds of drunken yells and glass splintering were backing instruments in an interlude of impending misery as he waits for the sun to shine once again. it was night when he ran away, with nothing more than his heavy heart and some left over change.)

leo's thoughts ran rampant with the feelings he kept in a glass box. always there, always seen, very fragile yet rarely opened. sometimes he would shake it a little too hard, and it would come crashing down like a bottle of alcohol, spilling insecurities instead of wine.

tonight was one of those times.

he doesn't know what brought it on. well, he lied; it was the sight of everyone at dinner, looking happy and complete without him. but he was used to it. it shouldn't have bothered him this much. but the more he let it stew, the more it hurt. leo loved his friends, sure, but he couldn't help but have a little bit of resentment at how easy it was for them to make up, make out. hell, even piper got a girlfriend, a mortal one at that! between traveling and fighting monsters, he didn't even know that was possible. what about him was so unlovable?

as he tossed and turned to shake off the voices in his head, he knew that this would be another sleepless night.

today was going to be a good day; leo could feel it in his gut. the skies were clear, there were no monsters coming to wake them up, and the engine was running smoothly. he had time to work on his little projects all day today! he hummed a tune as he walked to the engine room, or his work room for today, and spun a wrench in his hand. maybe he had a little skip to his saunter, a pep in his step. something about today was just so-

his gut lied to him. (maybe he was hungry?) the wrench clattered to the ground as he came to an abrupt stop. "oh. my. gods." leo paused between every word to further emphasize his disdain.

the sight was scandalous, completely and irrevocably scandalous. like, i-need-to-wash-my-brain-out scandalous. and leo was so not being dramatic this time.

percy and annabeth flinched away from each other in a half-asleep fumble, trying to act as if they had not just been caressing each other's bodies mere moments ago. (okay, maybe he was being dramatic again) this wasn't even a romantic place to do that! and leo would know, he's such a romantic guy. what was the purpose of his hard work of making bedrooms if they were just going to sneak off and desecrate his beloved engine room!?

"frank catching you two once wasn't enough?" leo huffed and bent down to pick up his dropped tool. "now i have to see the two of you fraternizing in my domain!?"

"that's not even the proper word-" annabeth had tried to hold back, but the urge to correct him was too much.

"i don't care! shoo!"

leo was so done. his perfect day had been ruined first thing in the morning! now it was late, he was tired, and he was finally heading back to his room to get some much needed rest after holing himself up all day working on random knick-knacks. a soft noise caught his attention. it was dim, the lights low since him and annabeth wanted to save electricity. he felt the familiar dread in his stomach. there was absolutely no way this could be happening.

"we shouldn't do this here..." wait, was that reyna?

"i know.. but i'm gonna miss you when you leave." no. no. NO. the direction the two very very familiar voices were coming from was right in front of the hallway to his bedroom. "please?"

leo was torn. he didn't want to walk in on them, but he couldn't spend another night in the engine room! he wanted his comfy bed right now!

he slapped a hand over his eyes and stepped heavily on the wooden floorboards, giving them a much needed warning. he heard the sound of fabric and shuffling, a satisfied smirk gracing his face.

"are you guys decent?" leo asked, still squeezing his eyes shut under his hand.

jason huffed, no doubt red in the face. "it's not like we weren't in the first place."

leo dared to open his eyes, finding that not only was his face red, but there were bruises starting to dapple his neck. ew. he did not want to think about how that came to be. "uh huh. well go and canoodle somewhere not in front of my room, please and thank you."

"canoodle?"

"reyna i told you, i don't wanna go!" you grumbled akin to a toddler, despite your status as the centurion of the first cohort. you took off your armor, dropping it to the ground haphazardly. "i don't need to see you and mister perfect canoodling in front of me!"

the praetor snorted and shook her head. "'canoodling?' you're the second person i've heard use that word this week." she paused, a thoughtful expression passing over her face. "you guys would get along well, i think. anyways, i'm not asking as a friend, i'm ordering you as praetor."

oh that was so unbelievably low! "what!? reynaa!" you stretched out the end of her name in an embarrassingly childish whine. good thing it was just the two of you here, otherwise no one would let you live it down. "i thought they were supposed to be going soon anyway!?"

"you heard me. and no, they're staying for a couple more nights. something about the engine being broken again?" she shrugged, an amused glimmer breaking through her usually serious front. "besides, we have a lot to discuss about the whole gaea thing, and who better to bring than you? you're my right hand woman."

you tried to hide a smile at her words, but sweet-talk always won you over. "ugh, fine. i guess i'll go."

something was up. you knew that from the moment she asked you to "wear something other than purple for once." who even owned anything but purple!? heck, you didn't even know reyna had different clothes outside of uniform! was that even allowed? you'd only ever seen her wear the same shirt as you, and a toga if the event accounted for it.

you sifted through your wardrobe, digging through masses of violet and coming up blank. oh well, guess its uniform time again. not that you minded all that much.

"you are changing." reyna shook her head, giving you a disappointed look only a mother could offer. this wasn't even a big deal! what was so wrong with your shirt? you rather liked purple!

"but why!? what better way to represent rome than this?" you gestured to your clothing. "aren't we talking business? also this is like the only shirt i have."

"because-"

"you just wanna look all pretty for your boyfriend." you cut her off, faking a gag. "doesn't mean i have to look pretty."

her shoulders tensed and you drew back, already anticipating her near-fatal blow.

"reyna? you know i was just kidding- OW!"

"-wait this is so my color actually." you checked yourself in her mirror. who knew reyna had fashion sense? although not much was required for a simple shirt and jeans.

she nodded and got to her feet. "suits you well. consider it my apology."

"huh? apology for what? for hitting me? aww you're so-"

"no. for what's about to happen to you." a solemn expression took over her face. she was well aware of your exaggerated hatred for couples. maybe you were just a bitter single, but she wasn't about to tell you that. she hoped you would soon be taken (not literally) and stop harassing her for her romantic escapades.

that was ominous. should you be scared for your life? "what the hell does that even mean?"

oh. now you knew exactly what it meant. as the two of you boarded the argo ii, she was immediately swept into a bone-crushing hug by jason, as if he couldn't bear to let her go ever again. you almost threw up at the sight. how could your beloved best friend be reduced to a lovesick schoolgirl at the touch of a man!? a man that had forgotten her! (and remembered, and apologized, and confessed his love- okay, you were starting to see her side quite clearly)

you turned your head away entirely, not wanting to see all that. but everywhere you looked, a new couple seemed to pop up. it was like your worst nightmare come to life. percy and annabeth? piper and some girl? frank and hazel? holding hands? since when were they a thing!? sweet hazel and shy frank? they were—admittedly—adorable, but still!

your only respite was leo looking just as exasperated as you. he must have it way worse; he had to live here with all of them. you shuddered. you were glad you weren't in his place right now.

you stood awkwardly to the side as they reunited. do they do this all the time? and everyone's just cool with it? maybe they can relate, with their taken-ness and all. ugh.

leo peeked at you curiously from the corner of his eye. your expression was as clear as day, face scrunched up in disdain as he traced your gaze to the practically infinite amount of couples onboard. he nodded internally, knowing exactly how you were feeling. but hey, he couldn't just let a pretty girl like you stay unhappy on his ship, not if he could help it!

"hey there," leo said smoothly, or as smooth as he could be after he had almost tripped on the crack between the floorboards. "i'm leo."

finally! someone had the decency to entertain you. "i know you! you're the guy that made octavian throw a hissy fit for firing at new rome!" shit, was that a weird thing to say for a first time interaction? too late now.

the brunette cringed at the mention of his possession. "uh, that's not what most people know me by, but yeah..?"

"oh? and what do most people know you by?" consider yourself intrigued.

leo perked up at your question, having been given an amazing opportunity to charm you. "well obviously it's my rugged good looks, and ingenious inventions, and-"

"we're starting dinner now!" jason called out from the dining table, before recieving an elbow to the gut from reyna and a harsh whisper from piper.

you were lost in your thoughts, zoning out as everyone spoke around you. leo's actually kinda... a tiny part of you popped the idea into your head. he was kinda, indeed. gods, i hate couples. a much larger portion of your mind seemed to yell. do you, or do you just hate being single? you asked yourself. huh. well it's probably-

a cough to your left caught your attention. it was leo. when his brown eyes met yours, you couldn't see a trace of that same boy who was described a traitor and a freak for firing at new rome. maybe something really did possess him.

"wanna know how i built this ship?" he asked excitedly. it was clear that the argo ii was his pride and joy.

"yeah!" you grinned, his cheerfulness rubbing off on you. who cares if he fired on new rome anymore? that was so last tuesday.

"so first, i had this cool metal dragon..."

unbeknownst to you, annabeth whispered across the table to reyna. "i think it's working?"

so, the dinner wasn't anything about business. you did learn a ton from leo though! that was business enough wasn't it? still, you couldn't help the pang of guilt that came with not getting anything work-related done. it was practically in your genes as a roman.

"y/n! you should stay the night!" hazel encouraged from the sofa across you. she was met with choruses of yeahs! and you shoulds! by the other girls, including reyna.

"oh!" you laughed awkwardly, trying to think of a way to politely turn them down. as much as you would love to stay and get to know them, you had a job to do. even if that job was getting all the legionnaires in your cohort to bed by curfew. (like seriously, the amount of times you've had to reel in couples you caught sneaking out was crazy. maybe that's where your hatred came from.) "i'd love to, but i have... centurion duties and all that."

"but reyna has praetor duties and she's staying," annabeth argued. her gray eyes shone with an intensity you only saw on the battlefield. what was going on?

that was new information to you. "you're staying?" you questioned your friend, who looked away with a hint of embarrassment.

"jason's leaving soon," she coughed. after being apart for so long, you could hardly blame her for wanting a little more time with him. "but that's besides the point. you should stay."

you crossed your arms, trying to come up with another excuse. "uh, i don't have clothes to change into?" it was a weak attempt, but you hoped it would work.

"i can lend you some," hazel piped up from the side, obviously eager to make you stay.

aw. she was always so nice. but you had a feeling there was an underlying motive you just couldn't figure out.

you tried again. "i don't think there's a spare room for me to sleep in."

"there's an empty one by leo," piper pointed out.

well, that was it. they refuted all your claims and left you no choice but to stay. you heaved a sigh and relented. "fine."

you weren't sure how it happened, but you ended up with leo again. so much for girls night. but you couldn't complain, leo was good company. he never let the silence stew between you guys for too long, always switching between one topic to the next, until somehow, you were both talking shit about your pathetic love lives and the insufferable ones of those around you.

"you wouldn't believe how many times i've caught these people! i swear, they can never keep it in their pants for more than two seconds! it's like, trauma at this point!" you rolled your eyes, absolutely abhorring the new legionnaires in your cohort.

leo laughed, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. he looked over his shoulder, before leaning in as if telling you a secret. "like two days ago, i caught jason and reyna making out! he had hickies all over his neck!"

you gasped at the scandalous behavior of the two most serious people you knew. "what!? no way..."

the curly-haired boy nodded vehemently. "yes way! it was so gross."

eventually, it was time for the both of you to say your goodnights. leo led you to your room, giving you a cheeky wink before he retreated into his own. you shut the door, and threw yourself into bed.

maybe it was the unfamiliar environment, maybe it was the fact that you were way up in the air, or maybe it was leo running circles around your mind. whatever the reason was, you couldn't sleep. or maybe you chose not to, just to have an excuse to see the stars. the time when they were out was the only time you'd allow yourself a break.

you crept out of the room, careful not to make noise as you made your way out onto the deck. the air was crisp, a gentle bite against your skin. it seemed that the god of the sky was on your side tonight, for the clouds were nowhere to be seen, only the full moon of artemis and the familiar stars shone. you made yourself comfy on the floor, leaning back against the railing as you took a deep breath.

it would be another night of no sleep for leo, that much he could tell. he groaned into his pillow. he couldn't tell if it was the new crush already forming on you, or his angst from a few days before. regardless, his nervous energy made him get up and pace the room, fidgeting with a screw he found on the floor. with footsteps light, he traveled the small area, before something told him to get some fresh air. he obliged. it was better than being in his stuffy room.

as he went up the stairs to the upper level, he caught sight of a figure in the distance. leo's curiosity spiked. he walked closer, the image of you coming into view. your eyes locked on his, a soft smile gracing your face at seeing him. "hey."

"hey." leo dipped his head in greeting, and sat down beside you. "mind if i sit here?"

you shook your head and returned your gaze to the starry night sky, a comfortable silence settling between you two, with only the tapping of leo's fingers against the floor filling the air. it was different, being alone with him. he seemed different. he was quieter, more mellow.

"i hate nights." leo blurted out, breaking the peace you two had shared.

"really?" you asked softly. he braced himself with the condescending remark that was sure to come after, but it never came. instead he received a genuine interest from you. "why's that?"

the boy felt his heart beat a little faster. was he really going to tell you, a girl he barely knew, his whole life story? perhaps it was the late hour that made him want to spill everything out. or the feeling that stirred whenever he looked at you, like magnets attracting. and so he did.

and you listened without any interruption, never followed up with that remark he was waiting for, never gave him the pity he hated. instead, you followed up with your own story.

"i love nights. for me, it's the only time i really feel free. when everyone else is asleep, and it's just you and the stars. away from all the rules." you looked up. they seemed so close from here, way up in the floating ship. they twinkled like glitter, flashing heys and hellos and nice to see you agains. it was beautiful.

leo admired you the way you did the stars. they reflected off your eyes and made your irises shine, the same way fire casted a diffused glow on everything around it. maybe nights weren't so bad after all, if every one of them would be spent with you.

and when you leaned against him to rest your head on his shoulder, whispering secrets into his ear? oh, caligula would have blushed. (leo knows he sure did)

"operation get leo a girlfriend, complete!"

"i thought we were calling it operation get y/n a boyfriend?"

"whatever. operation leoy/n is a success!"

"...you know we can hear you guys, right?"

#*ੈ✎ stories #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson #hoo #hoo x reader #pjo hoo toa

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three--rings · 10 months

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Okay look I don't really Go Here, but are people really saying it's OOC of Aziraphale to chose to return to Heaven?

Are those people like totally unexposed to religion?

Because maybe like they don't get what the Metatron is. It's not another angel. It is literally the Voice of God. In traditional Christian teaching, a human cannot hear God's voice or it will kill them because the voice is so powerful. So when God needs to speak, it's through an intermediary like a burning bush or something. Or specifically The Metatron. (This may come from Judaic tradition, but I can't speak to that. But I went to seven years of Catholic school.)

So here's the thing. Yeah Aziraphale became disillusioned by Heaven and the bureaucracy of it. And maybe a little with God's Plan, especially from the Job thing.

But he didn't stop being an angel. He didn't stop believing in and worshiping God.

So imagine you quit your job because the board of directors is constantly making bad decisions and giving you terrible orders, but you still believe in the company and the CEO (who is in a coma or something.) And then the CEO wakes up and comes to you and is like "Hey we got rid of all those other people who didn't get the mission, but YOU, you truly have the right idea, please come back and fix it."

Of course you're at least going to consider it.

And when that person who comes to you is LITERALLY GOD? Is speaking for God himself at least? Aziraphale would have had to have truly fallen to reject it. And he didn't. He wasn't a demon. He was just an angel who disagreed with current management.

And maybe that's really the difference. A demon is someone who wouldn't drop everything if God invited them back, who wouldn't renounce their rebellion. (But also probably a demon has seen a lot more of the nasty side of God/Heaven.)

Anyway, I just saw something and was like...wait really are people surprised? As soon as the Metatron showed up I was like oh SHIT WAIT.

Like literally the only person in The Mythology who could have more weight than The Metatron would be Jesus. And I'm...somewhat assuming that's how they get around S3 without just going Wow God Sucks Fuck God.

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers #good omens S2 spoilers #again I don't go here so I don't see the meta and stuff that much

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thetravelingtyper · 2 months

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Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.50) JP (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 2 - Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight) by Abba (Johnathan Price One Shot). Called to base to finish up paperwork, you and your Captain spend some time together.

Warning: Possible OOC, Suggestive Content, fluff

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.75 Masterlist

Half-past twelve

And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone

How I hate to spend the evening on my own

Autumn winds

Blowing outside the window as I look around the room

And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom

It was dark on base by the time you got there. Price had called you to base to discuss some things with Laswell, trying to close up the intel work before you got back into missions. In common clothes, you padded into the rec room. The few people who were awake gave you nods and then went back to their activities. You felt good being back on base, even if it was just for the night.

You made it to your room around 11:00 pm. Johnny and Kyle had wanted to come back to base with you but Simon pulled them into intel work. You smile, you and Simon had fallen asleep in your bed and the man for once slept heavily, past your 9 am alarm and through your call with Price.

There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

Soft words passed his mouth every once in a while causing you to giggle quietly. Price questioned you.

“Simon is asleep John.” The man on the other side of the phone chuckled, he turned in his work to lean back against his chair. He was happy he realized then. With you, his Lieutenant, Laswell for assigning this mission, hell even the intel for a moment. Your rushing out that night just cemented the boys' attachment to and claim of your heart.

“That's good, can you come to base tonight love? I want to finish up some work with you here.”

You hum an affirmative and John lets you go, waiting eagerly for you to arrive.

You are sorting through stuff when there is a knock at your door. You open it to find a Corporal, a woman a little younger than you, who had served a few missions under your command. She holds a bouquet with a Welcome Back! Ribbon and a bag. You cock your head but she gives you a hesitant smile before offering you the flowers. You then smile and step aside, inviting her in.

“Corporal Jennings.”

She eyes your room in wonder, knives (clearly) from the famous lieutenant are embedded in a target board. There are other souvenirs from your service both in America and with the 141. Truth be told, she thought you were one of the favorite Sergeants on base. When she heard about your injury she was worried but word got out you were returning soon, her friend had sent a message that night that Heart had returned so she was quick to bring something.

You go to your joined bathroom with Gaz and fill a vase with water. Returning, you find Jennings waiting by the table nervously. You nod to her to sit down.

“I don’t bite Corporal, I promise.” At that she exhales with a stuttered laugh, the tension finally draining from her body. You set the flowers at the center of the table, you take a seat across from her, and speak.

“How can I help you, Jennings?”

“You can call me Amanda, Sergeant,” she says “if you like!” You nod to her. You are happy she is comfortable with you. You enforce command when leading troops but comradery is important to you.

“Have you eaten?” She asks then. You shake your head and she excitedly pulls out some food. The smell emanates throughout the room and you take it in. There is a subtle spice that has your mouth watering.

“I heard you might be back today so I made some curry. I remembered you ordering some after the last mission.” She says it shyly and offers you one of two containers. You nod a smile quirking on your face as you take the container opening it to find a generous portion of rice and homemade curry.

She opens her own and offers you a spoon which you take with a hearty thanks. You take a bite and are in heaven. You hum a delightful note and Amanda smiles, her eyes brightening in a way. You smiled, she was really pretty but you shook the thought from your head.

“This is wonderful!”

“It is my wife’s recipe!”

You look at her nodding your pleasure.

“She's lucky to have you.” You say. It reminded you of Kyle’s cooking. The man often would cook for the five of you on missions.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

She smiles brightly at the statement. She seems to think a moment before nodding.

“Thanks to you! The first mission I ran under you when you first came she and I met. It was you who partnered us together!”

You thought for a moment then it hit you! On that mission, you had paired Amanda with a dark-haired woman named Corporal Smith. The two had been eyeing each other and when they talked they got along swimmingly. You return her smile.

“I remember.” You say and she nods.

“It's been a few months and I have never been happier.” She says with a fond sigh, hand reaching to her dog tags to show you a silver and gold ring. You nod in appreciation and congratulate her.

Movie stars

Find the end of the rainbow with a fortune to win

It's so different from the world I'm living in

Tired of TV

I open the window and I gaze into the night

But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

You spend most of the following hour just talking and enjoying her company. But as 12 soon hits she yawns and you pause the conversation.

“Time for bed?” You ask humor lacing your voice.

Amanda nods, collecting the empty container before standing. She gives another glance around your room, then sees a photo of you and the 141. She approaches it and examines it with a soft, knowing look. She then turns to you with that look.

“You and them huh?” She smiles, eyebrows raising in suggestion while you are put on the spot. However surprised, you don't sense anything but acceptance from her and you smile.

“Something like that.” Is all you manage while she nods.

“I understand, I am happy for you Sergeant!” She says it then turns to the door. You walk her to the door of your room and offer her a side hug. She takes it happily before opening the door and leaving with a fond ‘good night Sergeant.’

There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

You stretch, wondering where your captain was, he had mentioned getting you. You admire the flowers. Sunflowers, a sign of loyalty, and yellow roses, meaning friendship. The smell of them is sweet as you take a sunflower and lay down in bed staring at the ceiling.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

You hadn’t realized you'd dozed off until there was a knock at your door. You open your eyes, slip out of bed, and to the door, sunflower still in hand. You open the door to find Price. You open the door and step aside for him to enter but he just stares down at your hand, eyes tracing the golden orange hue of the sunflower. His eyes then scan your room, seeing the chairs moved and the bouquet.

Your eyes follow his and there is a sudden pit in your stomach when he wordlessly steps in and closes your door. He then looks down at you, eyes swirling. You reach for him but he grabs your hand instead, his other gently going to the small of your back to pull you closer. He leans into your ear.

“Who was here.” His voice is even, quiet. He wasn't happy but his feelings were more controlled than Simon's. You tuck your head against his chest and answer him.

“Corporal Jennings John, don’t worry she is married.” You look up to him, he holds you close for a second longer before pulling away. His fingers take the sunflower, eyes looking from it to you. He then walks over to the table returning the flower to the others. He then turns back to you.

“Can you work tonight or do we need to sleep.” He asks eyes taking in your room. You shake your head, a little shy with him in your room.

“I can work tonight.”

He nods and then notices your bag. He reaches for and shoulders it.

“Come on dear.”

He leads you out of the room, softly shutting your door and passing down the hall. You walk in comfortable silence before reaching his office. He unlocks the door and allows you to enter the familiar space. Locking the door behind him he offers you his shower. You nod and enter the connected bedroom.

Captain Price’s room is neat, expectidly, and like yours, there are little bits of him scattered around. You drop your guard here smiling at the photos of you and the others next to his bed. He enters after you, setting your stuff on the couch at the other end of the room. He then noticed you in Simon’s shirt. You had taken one and tied it up after Simon and the boys left, finding the cotton and smell of him comforting. You approach your bag and ruffle through your stuff, grabbing a toiletries bag and letting John show you the bathroom.

As you shower John takes a seat in his office. His eyes catch the transfer forms and he frowns something rearing in his chest.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

John sat with a glass of Brandy as Simon lounged in a chair across from him. You, Gaz, and Soap were back at the apartment running sources while Ghost slipped away to tackle the real threat, your transfer.

Laswell had put him in contact with someone in America Marine intelligence, where your intel was being shared. The man had regarded Price with high honor after all the 141 had done.

“What can I do for you, Captain.” John stands, and Simon, looks up, unmasked.

“Please call me John. It’s about Sergeant Heart.”

The line goes quiet then he gives an affirmative, listening.

“I want them to remain on the task force,” John says like an order and the line is quiet.

“Their intel has been invaluable but the orders are coming from higher up than I can reach.”

John grits his teeth. The other man seems to sense it and returns with a quick,

“I understand, Laswell explained the situation, John. She has saved my ass so many times, I will see what I can do. I’ll be in touch.” With that the line ends and John’s tense shoulders draw back a little bit.

Simon stands up and rounds the desk, he pulls John in for a steady kiss. Parting Simon speaks,

“Have some faith in Laswell, Captain.”

Price’s thoughts are interrupted by you entering the office in shorts and a sleep shirt. His eyes take in your legs with a light. He shuffles the transfer form under the stack, eyes meeting yours. Your hair is wet and skin dewy from your skincare and the steam from the shower. He turns to some of the intel forms from the village and you both sit down and begin to work in silence.

There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

The clock reaches an early 4:23 am when John looks up from his work studying your focused face. He calls your name softly and you look up. The moment reminds you of other nights and you stand. You turn to the coffee machine and start to habitually make tea. The moment hits John then. When had he realized he loved you?

A moment like this, he thinks with a fond smile. He stands as you soon bring two glasses of Chamomile tea, his lightly sweetened like he likes it. He takes it from you but sets it and your glass aside. You cock your head at him but he takes you and turns you around to sit you on the desk. Your head comes up to about his shoulder and he then leans into you his hands bracing on either side of you.

You take in his face, between your wild night and now he had shaved. You run a hand over the remaining stubble and John’s eyes darken.

“I love you.” It is you who whispers it like a guarded secret and John's heart hammers in his chest.

“Love, I -” He hadn’t expected it, but steps between your legs and finally kisses you. The kiss is sweet, his hands reaching into your hair. You hook your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. You both part breathless before a soulful laugh leaves your lips and you tuck into John’s neck inhaling the smell of smoke and his cologne. Many late nights you wanted nothing more than to embrace him and now here you were.

His mind drifts back to the transfer and his hold on you tightens. He runs a hand down your body and over your leg, you rumble at the contact.

“Is this ok Love?” John asks as his right hand sits on your thigh, you nod against his chest, cherishing the contact. His hand spreads out engulfing your thigh and he holds himself up with his left.

“Pretty thing.” He mutters it into your shoulder, the sleep shirt exposes some of your neck and collarbone. John brushes a kiss there as you wrap your arms around him. He can almost feel your sleepiness as he chuckles.

“Come on Lovie.” His hands brace under your thighs before he gently lifts you and carries you against his chest into his bedroom. His ability to swipe you up does something to you, and you press an appreciative kiss to his neck. He groans, settling you down on the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of you. He fondly your jaw as you pull your head back. You look at him with half-lidded but mirthful eyes.

“See something you like.” His head turns down towards you a sharpish look in his eye. He is humored but aware of your effect on him.

“Watch it.” He warns half-heartedly, but you instead choose to trace your hand up the arms that hold yours feeling his muscle flex under your touch. He looks at you longingly and pulls back to stand up, your eyes following then widening as John removes his shirt. You take him in as he runs a hand through his hair. He wears his dog tags, the metal gleaming in the lamplight. But it is his form that catches your eye. Not unlike all of the men Price has muscle, abs etched into his skin but it is the body fat that has you sighing appreciatively. You run a hand to his chest as John’s eyes glitter in the low light. You want to drown in them.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

John’s control is legendary, with rage, sorrow, or jealousy. But the sight of you in his bed works its way through him and his heart. Your eyes softly on him he surges forward and meets your lips in a heated kiss. You move backward as he stands then joins you on the bed. His knee goes between your thighs as he traces open-mouthed kisses to the side of your mouth and down your jaw.

“John,” his name comes out as a whisper and it only fuels the fire in the pit of his stomach, he nips then at your jaw, smirking when you gasp underneath him. He parts from you with a breathy, deep laugh.

“Always imagined you ending up here.” You blush at his comment before a smart smirk, You wrap your arms around his neck and yank him down, and he stumbles falling onto your body. You press a heated kiss to his neck then bite, John curses under his breath. Arousal pooling, he feels you kiss the hollow of his neck tenderly before you tuck your head underneath his. John rolls you both over onto your sides. He pulls the covers up and wraps an arm around you. You look up into his eyes to find him with the softest look you have ever seen from him.

He kisses the side of your head then murmurs into your ear,

“I love you too dear.”

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

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drunkenpixie23 · 3 months

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Ꭲꮤꮖꮪꭲꭼꭰ Ꭱꮎꮇꭺꮑꮯꭼ: Part I

Warnings/Tags: Female! Cenobite! Reader, occasional flashbacks to human Alastor and reader, possibly ooc Alastor, Reader already has a Cenobite look that will be brought up occasionally, mentions of death, torture, pain, manipulation, blood and gore. (Anything in italics during the story is a memory of their past life). Not proof read!

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

“You’re joking, right?” Vaggie spoke, a hint of disbelief being evident within her voice as she stared at her girlfriend, blinking slowly. Charlie seemed confused as to why she’d say that, soon tilting her head, “what’s the issue? What’s wrong with having a meeting with a Cenobite?”

That conversation seemed to pique Alastor’s interest, who was sitting on the couch there, newspaper in hands whilst he looked over to the two females, his ever present smile seeming to widen.

“Charlie! It’s a Cenobite for goodness sake! They feel no emotion, nothing..what makes you think this one is going to help us in any way? For all I know, she could try to harm you!” she groaned slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose, clearly getting agitated by the whole ordeal. Why would the princess of hell want to be associated with those..things? Thoughts like that ran rampant within Vaggie’s mind until Charlie’s hands found leverage upon the other woman’s shoulders, “I’ll be fine Vaggie, really.” The blonde smiled brightly towards her girlfriend, soon gesturing towards Alastor with her head, “besides, I’m going to be taking him with me.”

That confused the male ever so slightly, and soon enough he disappeared into the shadows, only to reemerge behind Charlie, “I don’t recall that being ran by me!” he spoke, laughing slightly whilst tilting his head, his ears seeming to fall back on his head. Charlie blinked a bunch, looking at the male from over her shoulder before smiling once again yet laughed nervously, “well..I thought maybe you’d want to tag along?”

Alastor laughed at that, shaking his head as well but didn’t argue against it. Perhaps this could be “entertaining” for him.

~~Meanwhile at the Cenobite Realm~~

You were stood there whilst the blue light and fog seemed to swirl around, your pitch black eyes were fixated upon the opening to your realm. You were awaiting the princess of hell’s arrival, hands held directly in front of you. You were confused as to why such a being would want a meeting with one of your kind, but that didn’t matter. However, you didn’t have to wait much longer until she was there, accompanied by a demon clad in red. Oddly, you felt as if you knew this man. As if there was a strong connection between the two of you but..you couldn’t figure out what it was.

Soon enough, a chipper voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you looked towards the blonde female stood beside the male, “hello! Thank you for..actually taking the time to have this meeting with me. Um, I tried to speak with heaven to prevent the exterminations in hell and such but they just..made it come sooner.” She began explaining. How pitiful.

You simply stared at her, face and eyes devoid of all emotion as you listened to her little sob story. As she continued, you sighed, “do I look like the type of being to care about this?” you spoke with a monotone voice. Charlie felt as if your eyes were boring into her, making her shift uncomfortably before her gaze landed on Alastor. The male sighed, still smiling however before holding both hands behind his back, “what the princess is trying to say is that she’d like your help.”

You let out a cold and hollow laugh at the ridiculous idea, shaking your head before taking slow steps towards the two. Your eyes landed on Alastor momentarily, observing him..why did he seem familiar?

You had just gotten home from shopping to restock the food in the house you lived in with your husband. Your gaze shifted around, in search for the male you’d grown to love but there was no sign of him, causing you to sigh, “looks like he’s still at that radio station.” You shook your head, walking past the radio in the living room then approached the kitchen, placing your bags down on the counter there. It wasn’t too much longer before you began putting away all the things you bought then your eyes landed on the strange puzzle box you had found along the walls outside. You looked down at it, picking the cube up in your hand before turning it around as if to get a better look at it. You’d been quite the puzzle “enthusiast” since a young age and yet..you’d never seen one made like that before. Which is what piqued your interest to pick it up.

A few hours had passed and you were sat on the couch, trying to find a way to solve the puzzle box but..no combination seemed to work. Soon enough, your beloved husband came home, “darling!” he called out and it was as if you could just hear the smile he was wearing. You chuckled at that, tilting your head back over the back of the sofa and your eyes trailed to Alastor, “come look at this,” you spoke, smiling before quickly lifting your head back up so the blood wouldn’t flow straight to it and make you dizzy. What you had said seemed to intrigue the male, to which he stood behind where you were sat, hands propped upon your shoulders whilst his eyes landed on the cube you held, “may I ask what that is? Is it another one of those puzzles my dear?” he soon spoke, technically answering his own question before laughing softly.

You nodded your head in an almost enthusiastic manner, one hand soon moving to rest atop of your husbands, “it is! But..I’ve never heard of one like this before, isn’t that strange? Usually any puzzle made would be wrote down in a book. Perhaps a skipped past one..” you muttered soon after, your attention being back upon the puzzle box and a concentrated expression crossed your face. Alastor shook his head a little, tapping your shoulders shortly afterwards before removing his suit jacket, hanging it up on the rail nearby, “well..whilst you figure that out my dear, I’ll prepare some food.” You smiled at his words. In that time and day, it was mainly the women who were made to do all the housework and you were even brought up to do the same. However, your husband was quite happy to make dinner every now and again. You sighed in appreciation, you truly found someone amazing. You decided to place the cube down on the couch, standing up after doing so before walking to Alastor and wrapped your arms around his waist, “oh alas-“

You snapped out of whatever thoughts you just had, a strange emotion creeping upon you. One you didn’t know you had. Who was that man in the memory? Who was the woman? You soon shook your head, not wanting to dwell upon it before your gaze drifted back to Charlie again, “if I do help you with this little problem you seem to have, what will I get in return?” you asked, your voice still holding the monotone sound to it. It was as if you felt nothing again.

However, unknown to you, Alastor seemed to have recognised you. He knew who you were..but why didn’t you recognise him? What was going on? He frowned faintly, although his smile was still as present as ever.

Stay tuned for part two~

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star2fishmeg · 9 months

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ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ

Pairing: Miyauchi ‘Binzo’ Kozo x afab!reader

Summary: y/n’s day just kept getting worse and worse and Binzo had just what she needed to make it better

Warnings: ooc Binzo, fluff, comfort, swearing, short n' sweet

Authors note: this one’s dedicated @straysugzhpe who is such an incredible person and writer!! This is my first time writing Binzo by the way, have mercy. F/n = friend’s name

Authors note II: my banners and fics look better on dark mode btw, light mode users are your eyes okay?

Request: none!

With the sun finding slumber over the horizon, what was supposed to be just a normal day at school turned for the worst. The heavens opened in the morning, completely ruining the hairstyle she spent ages on perfecting (no occasion, but she just wanted to feel pretty), she failed a test and while it wasn’t that much of a deal, it was just something you’d rather not add to the already defeated feeling; then over lunch, someone spilt juice over her uniform, leaving it sticky and gross and to finish off her day a couple of girls had stolen her shoes and when she had found them, they were covered in mud. Her day went so horrifically that she hadn’t even waited for her friend and just left.

Crushing the juice box between her fingers, y/n dropped it lazily on the bench beside her, staring back at the view over the city from the hill she found herself. The city itself had started to awaken, restaurant lights flickering and apartment lights barely glowing in the tangerine hues that blanketed the world. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes, her breath becoming shallow and she tried to refrain. It failed though, her ducts gave out and the weight on her chest was relieved with hot tears silently streaming down her cheeks, quiet sobs heaving as she let the stress of her day rush out her body. Covering her face was pointless, no one was around anyway, in her eyes she was already a mess as it was. Dropping her head, she pulled her knees to her chest, curling up on the bench while watching the sunset with blurry vision and sore eyes.

“I, uh…hey y/n.” Kozo wasn’t one for being soft-spoken, but the way he was picking at his nails while approaching the bench to sit next to her in small steps gave enough indication that he was trying his best. He sat at a reasonable distance, not to frighten her, eyes flickering between the view and her figure.

Y/n sniffed, languidly turned her head to give him a glance, pushing hair out her eyes and wiping her eyes swiftly, “Did f/n tell you?” she sniffed. His eyebrows raised at her croaky voice, she really sounded rough. His heart tightened, he’d never seen someone with so much resemblance to sunshine appear completely dejected and rained on. Binzo only nodded, looking back at his hands as she sighed, “I feel awful, I just left them without a word.”

“They understand, don’t worry.” He paused, “You gonna tell me what happened or do you wanna hug or something?” His mind was screaming at him, he could’ve said something better than that and he could’ve offered a hug when he wasn’t covered in dirt and drywall. Drywall. Where did the drywall come from? He kept fidgeting, his fingers becoming more interesting than anything else at that moment. Leaning back, he draped his arms over the back of the bench, awkwardly opening his mouth but no words came out. What would Mercy do, huh? He had asked him about this type of thing recently but now it was reality, he’d gone completely dumb as if y/n was some random woman. The cogs in his brain rusted and trying to think, he’d known her for years why was his leg trembling and why did he suddenly care about his appearance, why was his stomach doing flips?

Y/n scooted closer to him, resting her head on his chest, facing the dusk, “Did my hair all pretty only for it to get ruined, then failed some dumb test, had juice launched over me and some girls stole my fucking shoes and covered them in mud, so now my feet are cold, damp and disgusting and then I just ran off without f/n so I feel guilty about that and I know it’s not that deep but I can’t help it.”

Binzo wrapped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer while she cuddled into him, tears brimming and being soaked up by his jacket. He didn’t say anything, but the thundering in his chest spoke volumes for him. He just gently caressed her hair, twirling stands on his finger and combing it until she had no tears left to cry.

“For what it’s worth, y/n, I still think you’re pretty,” he said softly and glanced down, y/n lifting her head to meet his gaze, “Even if your hair was ruined, clothes soaked and shoes muddy, you’re still very beautiful.”

She smiled, the corners of her eyes creasing, a genuine smile. Kozo responded with a smile of his own, not a manic one like before fights, one that only existed in the comforts of his room and inner circle where it was followed by a small chuckle rather than a growl. Overall, she thought it was nice hearing him talk rather than yelling, the zombie everyone else knew didn’t exist around her, not that she was bothered by that side.

“I think you’re pretty too,” her fingers ran down the denim on his jacket, leaving a streak in the dust that coated it, “Even when you’re covered in...drywall?”

He shook his head in defeat, smile never fading, “Shit happens.”

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eirist · 11 months

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Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

BREATHE ME IN

One-shot #: 35

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: Oh my gosh it’s been so long since I wrote something. Can’t believe it’s been months since I last uploaded a story. I haven’t forgotten my favorite pairing no matter how they don’t get many moments together recently. It was just that work ate up so much of my energy.

But I hope you enjoy this quick one-shot. I’ll try to make something longer next time.

Summary: It was not a good scent on him to be honest. It stirs something inside her awake … like a long-slumbering jealousy perhaps?

A scent wafted towards Nami’s nose, making her pause from checking the weather.

It was a nice, warm afternoon. Not too hot that it’ll make you sweat buckets—it was just… right. It was one of the things Nami loved about spring islands, their climate are almost always pleasant.

She was in the library earlier, perusing her weather books when she sensed a slight change in the air around her. It was what prompted her to go out and check the horizon to see if rain was coming.

And that was when the unfamiliar scent drifted towards her.

She tilted her nose up in the air and took a deep breath. Aside from the smell of an impending downpour, there was that certain sweet fragrance that reminds her of standing in the middle of a flower field on a beautiful spring day.

Nami knew that it was not coming from Robin. The archaeologist headed into the town earlier with Chopper and Franky and hasn’t come back yet. Plus Robin’s scent is far different from what’s currently assaulting her nose. Whilst Robin’s was subtle, this one kinda hits you point blank.

But damn she’s sure that the scent definitely belongs to a woman.

So who…?

Was the ship boarded by a stowaway while she was busy inside the library?

There was movement from behind her and she jerked from surprise. Whipping around, she stared in disbelief as Zoro nonchalantly walked past behind her without a word and headed straight to her mikan trees, towards the partially hidden part of the Sunny’s railing—probably to settle there for one of his many naps.

"What was that?" Nami blurted out just as he was removing his swords from his sash.

Zoro tilted his head to her direction with one eyebrow raised. "What do you mean what was that?"

"That smell," she turned her nose up in the air again and sniffed. "It's coming from you,” she said with a frown.

Zoro mirrored her expression before situating himself down on the wooden floor and leaning back against the railing. "Excuse me. I took a bath yesterday." He drawled before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eye—a sign that he’s ending the conversation so he can doze off.

Nami grimaced. "That was yesterday! How many times did you sweat like a pig after your bath up to now?!"

The swordsman huffed irritably. “Don’t know. Don’t care,” he muttered before proceeding to yawn loudly.

The navigator glared at him as he settled down quite quickly to his catnap. She strode towards him, the weather currently forgotten.

She’s sure that that scent was coming from the idiot moss head himself. Unless… just as she initially thought; an intruder was on the Sunny, hiding and probably waiting for an opportune moment.

But wouldn’t Zoro be on alert instead of calmly resting on the deck without a care in the world if that’s the case?

The moment she approached him, the scent grew stronger. Nami tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down and sniffing the green-haired man.

There was no mistake. It was coming from him!

“Hey! Zoro was immediately awake, on guard, and protesting when she crowded his person. “The hell are you doing Nami?!”

“I knew it! It is coming from you!” She exclaimed, whacking him on the shoulder. “Why the hell do you smell like a girl Zoro?!”

“That’s none of your concern witch!” Zoro hissed at her. Even if her shadow was looming over him and darkening his features, Nami can still make out the slight red tinging his cheeks. “Buzz off. I’m trying to sleep!”

Nami’s brows furrowed at that. She knew he went to town earlier to hit the taverns (as usual) and enjoy some drinks.

Something clicked inside her brain and her eyes widened as she straightened up and continued studying the man before her.

It seems like Zoro enjoyed MORE than the alcoholic beverages he loves so much while he was there.

That was the only possible explanation she can come up with on why he came back to the ship smelling of a woman’s perfume and wanting to sleep!

Zoro was looking at her warily at first before he turned a bit uneasy under her gaze when he saw the expression of her face.

“Oh,” was the only thing she was able to blurt out after a long uncomfortable silence. “Oh.” She repeated again took a step backwards and away from him.

“Oh what?” Zoro asked irritably.

Nami just continued eyeing him. And Zoro fought the urge to squirm under her brown eyes. He watched as an indifferent expression took over her face. He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination or her eyes seemed to turn as cold as ice.

“You’re right that is none of my concern,” she said, her tone as equally icy as her stare. She tore her gaze away from him.

“Just take a bath Zoro. The smell hurts my nose.” With that she spun on her heel and headed towards the library, slamming the door behind her, leaving a bewildered Zoro gaping at her.

What?

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What the hell is up with that woman?

Zoro rubbed his face exasperatedly with one hand before running it along his hair, fighting the sudden urge to pull at them out of frustration.

Honestly, only Nami can rile him up like this.

He was supposed to be napping right now—enjoying this one, rare quiet time on the ship while the others are busy exploring the island. He had enough disruptions earlier while he was out and about and decided it’s better to just head back to the Sunny.

He was expecting some peace and quiet when he boarded the ship. Not come across a suddenly grouchy navigator.

Inside the library he can hear the sound of Nami’s heels stomping across the wooden floor with enough force to probably puncture holes on them.

Zoro inwardly cursed. Great. She’s in a mood.

What the hell did he do now?

And why the hell did he need to take another bath when he had taken one yesterday?!

Bah. Like he's gonna cave in and do that just to appease her highness.

He settled back against the railing again, quite abruptly that he accidentally hit his head against it.

Damn it!

He proceeded to rub the back of his head and in doing so he bowed his slightly…

…and caught a whiff of the scent Nami was complaining about earlier.

Zoro did not hold back the groan that wanted to come out of his throat. Honestly, he thought the scent would just dissipate from his walk back to the ship. What kind of perfume was this that it seems like he’ll be carrying the scent not only until tomorrow but the day after?!

And why in the world did it made Nami angry?

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Why was she angry?

Nami slammed the thick book about the tempests of the New World down on her mapping desk, pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to stave off her still rising temper.

Damn it!

That freaking smell of another woman on him set her off.

Just how close… how close does he have to be with that… that wench for her scent to latch onto him like that?

Practically glued together. Her treacherous mind nastily pointed out.

It made her insides twist. And she winced at the weird sensation.

It was not a good scent on him to be honest. It’s stirred something inside her awake…

…like a long-slumbering jealousy perhaps?

She grabbed at the edge of her desk to steady herself. She was grasping it quite hard that her knuckles turned white.

Was that… the reason why the idea of him and that stupid owner of that scent, tangled with each other intimately were making her stomach churn, her blood boil and her heart clench?

The thought of him with another woman… intimately with another woman…

Nami felt light-headed and she dropped down on the chair.

Sweet cyclones of the New World. She is jealous!

She actually has feelings for that directionless, idiot swordsman???

When? Why?

How?

Nami clamped a hand on her mouth as it slowly came crashing down on her.

Those random times he crosses her mind while she’s in the middle of mapping or navigating or even when she’s in a fight or running away from a fight.

Those moments when he would suddenly invade her thoughts out of the blue at any time of the day.

How it feels like hundreds of butterflies were fluttering inside her stomach when he grins or half-smiles at her when a joke or a funny story were shared while the crew were eating lunch or dinner or just hanging out at the Sunny’s lawn deck.

How in all those times that he saved her and worried for her, she would get lost in him for a certain brief moment before reality would pull her back and remind her that they were…

Friends.

Crew mates.

Nakamas.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Nami stayed in that perplexed state, oblivious that the slate grey clouds that she was observing earlier at the horizon already appeared and the raindrops started pelting the glass of the library window, lost in the realization of her feelings for the green-haired swordsman.

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Dinner was chaotic as usual, even if the rain outside didn’t let up. Their crew was boisterous and loud as ever—probably even more now since the more hyperactive members have been cooped up inside after they got back because of the downpour.

Somehow being surrounded by raucousness lifted Nami’s mood a bit. She was able to act a tad bit normal all throughout the meal. Good thing she was able to sit near Luffy and rather far from the swordsman, who was in the other end of the table. It saved her from looking and talking to him because honestly she doesn’t really know how to act around him. Not right now when she just had a big revelation.

They are well on their way to dessert when Chopper blurted out the question that dampened her mood again.

“Ne, Zoro why do you smell like a girl?” The innocent reindeer asked, his blue nose twitching a little. They were sitting beside each other and Chopper can only hold his curiosity for so long.

There was laughter around the table, coming mostly from the older crew members.

“He probably realized he stinks,” Sanji commented with a nasty grin.

“You wanna go ero-cook?” Zoro challenged, with one eye sharp and one hand thumbing Enma out of its sheath.

“Are we sure about that and not because a pretty lady hugged him while he’s at the town’s bar earlier? Yohohoho!” Brook interjected. “I can still see even if I don’t have eyes to see!”

Nami’s ears perked up at that. She fiddled with her food, waiting for the swordsman to confirm what Brook just stated.

“Shut up!” Zoro turned his attention at the other yet older pervert. “The hell are you even doing there?!”

Nami’s heart immediately sank at that and she pursed her lips. So there really was a girl.

“Yohoho!” The skeleton just laughed. “So I was right. A lady gave you a hug! Oh how I envy you Zoro-san! It was like that time with Hiyori-san…”

“I said shut up!” Zoro snarled at him.

A chorus of ‘ooohs’ filled the room. Sanji’s face was immediately red from anger as flames threatened to erupt from his leg.

He yelled at Zoro. “Damn you, you third-rate swordsman! Why are you always taking advantage of such lovely ladies?!”

“Urusei baka cook! I’m not you!”

“Temee…”

Nami suddenly stood up, cutting off the impending fight between the two. She’s not gonna stay and hear every detail about Zoro’s afternoon adventure or even about Momo-chan’s sister. She had enough for today.

“Thank you for the meal Sanji-kun,” she said sweetly before leaving the table without even looking at Zoro and Sanji, who were both staring at her in astonishment.

Everyone’s eyes followed her as she headed out of the galley despite the rain still pouring down outside. Each one has a baffled look on their faces, wondering why in the hell did she not clonked the other two like she usually does when they start arguing in the middle of dinner.

The galley door slammed shut behind the navigator. Loud enough to make the crew flinched.

“Ok…” Usopp slowly breathed out. “Which one of you was responsible for that?” He pointed at the door with his thumb. They don’t need haki to figure out that Nami was in a really bad mood. Everyone can sense it.

Robin shrugged as she casually took a sip of her after-dinner coffee. “I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure it was only her and Zoro who was here on the ship when we got back earlier.”

Zoro fought the urge to balk when the archaeologist smiled at him. He knows it was her passive way of saying she’s aware that he had something to do with Nami’s current temperament.

The only problem is he doesn’t know what he did.

He glanced furtively at the door again before meeting Robin’s eyes.

Zoro sighed inwardly as tipped his tankard back and guzzled the cool ale inside.

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Nami climbed the last steps of the ladder leading up to the bathhouse late that night. The rain had finally stopped and most of the crewmembers were finally asleep except for the ones on watch duty.

She can’t believe she fell asleep right after dinner. She wanted to stay inside her room for a while, alone and away from all that noise to gather her thoughts. She hadn’t meant to conk out while silently screaming her frustration in her pillow.

All these thoughts about Zoro made her tired. But at least the sleep refreshed her and somehow calmed her mind so she wouldn’t be a mess and resort to silence and indifference when she face him again.

She just honestly thought he was not the type to flirt and fool around. Sanji… she can imagine. But Zoro? He was usually stoic and uncaring about other people! So him actually being intimate with another was the farthest thing from her mind.

He did turn down Hiyori flat outright didn’t he?

Maybe that’s the reason why—when she realized that he was with a woman earlier—it threw her off. Really threw her off, because she has this false sense of security that he’d never bother to be with one.

And when he did. It stung.

It hurt.

Drat. This attraction might just drive her crazy.

She let out a sigh and did a double take when she saw the laundry basin at the far corner of the room.

What’s it doing there? The only ones who do late night laundries are her and Robin and the Hana hana no mi user is scheduled to do hers tomorrow.

She approached it to check.

There were clothes submerged in the soapy waters. Green and…

Nami tried lifting it up. What the hell? Why is it so heavy?! She just might pop a vein inside her if she continues trying to haul it up.

“Don’t,” Zoro’s voice suddenly warned her. “You’ll just hurt your wrist.”

She tilted her towards the bathroom, surprised to see Zoro coming out of it. She regarded him for a moment; hair wet and with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

She wasn’t sure if her voice got stuck in her throat because of her earlier realizations or because of the way he looking right now all fresh-out-of-shower and hot.

Or maybe both.

Damn it all over again!

"You clothes are heavy," she managed to utter out after a moment.

Zoro just shrugged, grabbing another towel from the wall rack to dry his hair. “Just leave it there and I’ll wash it tomorrow.”

Nami let go of his robe and straightened up.

“Are you alright now?” He asked her all of a sudden.

“Huh?” She blinked at him, the question not quite registering.

Zoro didn’t bother waiting for her answer. “Nap helps huh?”

Nami glanced at him in astonishment not quite sure how he knew of that. But then again, he had a knack for knowing what is happening around him even if it looks like he’s not paying any attention.

She just nodded.

They both fell silent. Somehow their usually bickering selves are surprisingly not present. Possibly because, Nami can’t still muster her usually feisty self. Maybe after a day or two they’d be back to their same old routine.

After all, the problem is not with Zoro. But with her. She was the one who can’t handle her feelings. She was the one who can’t keep it in control.

And it’s throwing off their rhythm.

“You done,” she asked motioning to the bath. “I wanna use it.”

“Yeah.” Zoro nodded.

“I’m surprised to find you here.” Nami remarked.

Zoro looked at her intently before answering. “The scent irritates me.”

“Oh.”

“Stupid shit just won’t go away.” He mumbled, looking irritated.

Nami nodded. “It probably got on your skin. That’s why it stuck.” She mentally pushed away the unwelcome thoughts of the reasons why.

“Hnnn…”

Gosh she wanted to tease him so badly. Slam him just so she could get some sort of revenge for what she went through today because of him.

But it seems like the cat still got her tongue and she’s still not in the mood.

She just gave him a sort of dismissive wave, a silent gesture that they can both move on their own ways.

“Nami,” Zoro called out before she can step inside the bathroom.

“Hmm?”

“It’s not what you’re thinking.”

That made her look straight into his eye. Her heart started thumping wildly against her chest.

“Nothing happened earlier.”

Nami swallowed the lump in her throat that before asking.

“W-why are you telling me this?”

“I’m not sure,” Zoro shrugged. “I just know I need to tell you that.” He gave her a half-smile.

She just continued staring at him as her heart continued to thump wildly and the hundreds of butterflies started fluttering inside her stomach again.

“Guess I don’t want you mad.”

Nami almost stopped breathing at that. That speaks volumes coming from him.

“Oh.” Was the only reply she could murmur out.

Zoro gazed at her in a way she could not comprehend. Then he nodded towards bath, wordlessly telling her that it’s all hers before moving towards the ladder leading down the library.

A scent wafted towards Nami nose again. This time she was sure the fragrance was from one of her expensive shower gels she carefully kept inside the Sunny’s bathroom.

Her head snapped towards the green-haired man.

“Forgot my soap,” Zoro explained with a slight quirk on his lips. “And since you keep complaining about that stupid scent on me, maybe you’d stop if I smell like you.”

Nami’s heart did a back flip this time. The she smiled. “You know I’m charging.”

“The hell.” Zoro grumbled. “Witch,” he sneered before disappearing down the ladder.

She chuckled. It was a really nice smell on him. It made her think of cuddling up to him and burying her nose in the crook of his neck.

Nami caught herself and shook her head to make that thought vanish.

What he said and did a while ago was already plenty—especially from a man like him.

It was really comforting to think, that as much as the grate each other’s nerves… Zoro doesn’t really want her mad at him.

That was enough for her… for now.

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Nami was enjoying a midnight tea after her bath. She was alone in the kitchen when Zoro walked in.

They nodded to each other in greeting and Zoro sauntered towards where they were keeping the sake bottles.

She closed her eyes when he walked past by her and she took in the clean scent of her shower gel on him.

It smells really nice.

She had to bit her lip to keep herself from grinning. She can her him rummaging around and she continued to just sit there quietly basking in his presence.

She had really fallen deep hasn’t she?

“Oi,” Zoro’s voice was suddenly so close to her ear and her eyes flew open in surprise.

He was leaning down at her with a smirk on his face.

“You know, you should stop smelling me Nami.” He said as his smirk turned into a grin, before pulling away from her and walking out of the galley.

But not before leaving a glass filled of his favorite sake in front of her.

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snoopledrooplecheesedoodle · 11 months

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Gilded Cage: Giant!Johnathan

This took me forever to make so please enjoy. Warning might be ooc. Contains cursing, injury, and Dio

(Y/n) was always an adventurous girl, dreaming about exploring land, sea, and even sky. Mama always told her she was a bit odd, no such thing as a castle in the sky. “If god made humans to fly, they would be born with wings”. However, (Y/N) kept on dreaming.

“(Y/N), you silly girl, come down here at once.” (M/N) scolded her only daughter as she sat on a tree branch unladylike, skirts splayed about. (Y/N) groaned before jumping to the ground, much to her mother's dismay.

“What is it mother?” The girl questioned causing (M/N) to put her hands on her hips. “Have you fed Milky White yet?” Chores all her mother had for her were chores. Feed Milky White, wash the clothes, milk Milky White, go to market, sweep the floors, do the mending. It was all too much. For once she’d like to step aboard a ship and go somewhere new or fly like a bird far away from miserable chores.

” Yes, I did mother.”

“Well, go brush Milky White since she won’t stop crooning.”

(Y/N) sighed as she stomped past her mother. Sure enough, Milky was mooing on the top of her lungs. “I’m coming Milky!” (Y/N) shouted as she ran to the cow.

The barn was a small wooden building since (Y/N) and (M/N) were poor. Firewood lay outside in a sloppy stack, causing (Y/N) to trip over a log, cursing. Milky’s barn stank to high heaven. When’s the last time she had fresh hay? “Ugh Milky, you need a bath.” (Y/N) swatted at the air to get rid of the horrible smell.

“Moo.” Milky groaned in protest. (Y/N) grabbed her harness, bell tinkling as the two walked in the direction of the river.

The river was a beautiful pristine blue with it being so clear you could see the rocks at the bottom. (Y/N) took off her shoes and stockings before plunging into the cold water. Milky looked in amusement as her owner splashed around with childish joy. Squishing the mud between her toes, (Y/N) called out. “Come in the water Milky. It’s great.” Milky rolled her big brown eyes before trudging in the water.

Splashing about and scrubbing Milky the girl was able to see sparkling white color of her fur being revealed as the sludge disappeared. Having the time of her life she laughed carefree. This is what life is all about.

“Ouch” (Y/N) cried in pain and something sharp hit her in the head. Feeling her head for blood or scratches, she found the source. A gold coin.

” Milky treasure fell from the sky, it’s a miracle!”

The cow lows in response before getting out of the river.

“Wait Milky, you’re not done!”

The girl chased the mischievous cow home to her mother who was ecstatic at the gold coin. The two were able to make a good week off said coin until they were back to worrying about money once more. The mother thinking practically about her daughter getting a job or getting married to someone rich, while (Y/N) still longed to travel to far off places and spread her wings as a young adult.

(Y/N) was running as fast as her legs could carry her to market. (M/N) would surely scold her for forgetting to get the eggs from the market. As she ran, she bumped into a strange looking man with a mustache. “I’m sorry sir.” Looking up at the stranger she could see exactly how strange he was. He wore a white suit with a strange, checkered hat and had a handlebar mustache. "It's quite alright miss (Y/N), it was an honest mistake." (Y/N)'s eyes widened.

"How do you know my name?" The strange man chuckled at the girls fears not at all easing them. "I have a knack for finding out names." The man put a finger to his nose before jumping into the air and landing on the cart behind him. Awed by his acrobatics the girl forgot about the creepy man's knowledge. "Care for a sandwich?" The man asked the girl holding out a delicious looking sandwich. Though (Y/N) had nothing for breakfast or dinner last night she eyed the stranger warily. "I haven't poisoned my own sandwich. Here." The stranger takes a bite and chews it before holding out the other half. Carefully, the girl accepted it. Taking a bite, the girl sat with the man she just met.

Honestly her mother would have a field day about how angry she'd be. First the eggs and now she's eating food with a stranger given to her by a stranger. However, food was hard to come by with being so poor, so it would be worth it. "So, miss (Y/N) where are you off to?" The mustachioed stranger asked. (Y/N) hummed while devouring the sandwich. "Mmket." The man laughed at her stuffed face and inability to speak. (Y/N)'s face flushed as she swallowed the food. "I said the Market." The man nodded and stood up. "I was heading there too care to go together?" Still not knowing what the stranger's name was, (Y/N) was sure her mother will kill her if she accompanies this stranger, but she wasn't there. Smirking a little at the thought the girl nodded grinning devilishly. The man laughed once more as he grabbed his mule and hitched it to his cart. "We're ready to go!" The man snapped a whip causing the mule to go forward. (Y/N) had never ridden in a cart before so she was loving every second of it. "By the way what's your name?" "William, William Antonio Zeppeli."

Stretching her legs out lazily, the girl turned to the man to ask him a question."So, Mr. Zeppeli where have you come from?" Zeppeli's cheerful expression disappeared. A solemn look overtook his face. "I have come on most dire circumstances from my home country of Italy." (Y/N)'s eyes widened in excitement. "Wow you came from Italy!" Zeppeli expression softened slightly before turning to the girl. "Yes, it is a very beautiful country. I was lucky to grow up there." (Y/N) was amazed the strange man came to England all the way from Italy for- Oh my god he was going to tell me, but I interrupted. (Y/N) slapped herself in the forehead, causing Zeppeli alarm. "Signora (Y/N) whatever was the meaning of that?" "I interrupted you while you were telling me why you were here; my mother would scold me for having absolutely zero manners." Zeppeli laughed at the girl's apology, ruffling the girl's hair. "No need to worry about that, you're an inquisitive youth. Reminds me very much of my son." A sad expression filled his eyes before he shook it away. "How about you tell me about yourself?”

"Me?" The girl was confused. There wasn't much to say about her boring and insignificant life. "Well, I'm 19 to be 20 on (b/d). I like to climb trees and swim in the river near my farmhouse. I don't have a friend in the world besides Milky, my cow." She paused realizing how boring her life sounded. "Oh, and my dream is to explore the world like father used to do!" She finished before turning to the Italian man. "That's pretty much it." The man chuckled at her enthusiasm for adventure. "You should travel some while you're still young, might find someone to marry and settle down with." (Y/N) wrinkled her nose at the subject of marriage. "Marriage isn't worth its weight in gold! I'll never get married as long as I live!" Zeppeli laughed at (Y/N)'s bold declaration. "You are quite the charmer Signora (Y/N), it's a shame that no man will have the pleasure of calling you his." Angered by his choice of words, the girl kicked her feet out, sprawling out even more. She was a free spirit and would stay that way as long as possible.

If only she knew . . .

In the market it was more bustling than usual, villagers flitting around trying to find the best deal on items. Mr. Zeppeli stopped his donkey Arturo at the front of the market square. Sliding of Arturo's back Zeppeli held out his hand for (Y/N) to take "This is where we part ways Signora (Y/N), may you find those eggs and perhaps explore more of this beautiful world." (Y/N) ignored the man's hand and hopped down on her own, brushing dirt off her skirts. "It was a pleasure talking to you Mr. Zeppeli, may you change your mind on marriage and women's independence." With that she strutted off most indignantly to find the stall that sold the best-looking eggs.

Looking around at the items for sale she felt her heart hurt at the expensive prices. We may have to do without eggs. She thought to herself. She stopped admiring a shiny new compass with delight, picking it up into her rough (s/c) hands to admire it further.

"STOP thief!" What? She didn't steal anything! Placing the compass down, she raised her arms above her head to avoid suspicion. A skinny yet muscular looking blond man ran past her with a loaf of bread in his hands. He must have stolen it. Her mother always told her that stealing was wrong, so this man needed to be stopped. Chasing after the man she too yelled "Stop!" He turned around confused at the new voice, narrowing his eyes at her he smirked. Then bolted towards the woods. Dear lord, all this for some eggs. Running as fast as her legs could she ran into the woods.

Tired, thirsty, and disoriented (Y/N) wandered through the woods. Gasping for breath she stopped by a tree to rest. Catching her breath, she realized she didn't recognize this space. Huffing to herself she decided to climb a tree to see if she could recognize the surrounding area. Scrambling up a tall oak she could see the blond she followed in a clearing. Cursing loudly to himself, it was clear he was lost too. She smirked deviously at the blond below. This was going to be fun. "OooooooOooh" she wailed from her perch. The blond turned around whipping his head about. "Who's there?!" He shouted causing a wider grin to form on her face. "YOou shooudln't haveee stolen ooooh." She continued. "Oh bugger off!" The thief snarled, pulling out his knife, though he was clearly shaking. "Face the punishments of-" Snap

"Ah!" (Y/N) screamed as she fell right on top of something: squishy? "Mgh mmm!" Oh no she was dead for sure. Hopping off the thief (Y/N) scurried off to try and escape. "Hey you!" Oh no. "You almost killed me you silly wretch!" He seemed to be getting very angry at the girl. (Y/N) began to cry in fear. "I'M SOOOORRRRY SIR, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" The blond jumped back at the girl's outburst and raised an eyebrow. "Kill ya why would I kill ya?" (Y/N)'s sniffles died down. "Because you have a knife." She whimpered. The blond looked offended before putting away his knife. "If I'd known it was a girl I wouldn't have pulled a knife."

"What did you think it was?" (Y/N) sniffed. The blond's face turned pink as he mumbled something under his breath. "Huh?" (Y/N) asked clearly confused. "Look I thought it was some bloke in the trees!" He said hurriedly. The girl gasped before punching the guy in arm. "I don't sound like a bloke!" (Y/N) screamed while punching the man in the arm. "Ow damn it woman you hurt me! What kind of mannish whore are you?!" "You take that back!" The two tussled until it became dark. "Ow it hurts!" (Y/N) whined rubbing her bruises. The thief laid on the forest floor gasping for breath. While wheezing he began to laugh "You fight hard for a girl, I'm Robert E.O. Speedwagon!" He held his hand out for the girl to take, which she slapped away. The blond was taken aback by her boldness. "You hurt me and you're a thief, why would I accept a scum's hand?"

Speedwagon stares at her angrily "I'm doing what I have to survive, do you want me to die?" (Y/N) was confused. Was she being naive again, picturing the world in black and white? Robert didn't seem too bad, but he stole and fought. Yet he seemed kind. She didn't know what to think and quite frankly could see some exceptions to her mother's rules like now. "Well, if it's for survival I don't see how it can be wrong." (Y/N) responded causing Speedwagon to grin. This was the start of a lovely friendship.

Life was great for (Y/N) for a while. She and her mother may be barely getting by, but she spent a lot of time with her new friend Speedwagon. Also, every once and a while (Y/N) got a conversation with Mr. Zeppeli. Adventure was something that the girl was able to bring to her life. However, (Y/N)'s world was about to come crashing down with the news her mother gives her one day.

"(Y/N) we have to sell Milky White." (M/N) announced as the two ate a meager breakfast. (Y/N)'s fork fell to the ground with a clatter. Her throat felt very dry. "What?" was all the girl managed to squeak out as her mother's solemn face never changed. "(Y/N) how often has Milky given us milk?" (M/N) asked the girl, which led the girl to think. Milky wasn't giving milk as often as she used to. She had been the family's cow ever since she was two, when dad was still alive. "She gave us milk two weeks ago." (M/N) sighed at her daughter's optimism. "(Y/N) that was eight years ago." No, it wasn't. It couldn't be. Milky may be old but she was a member of the family. Tears formed in (Y/N)'s eyes. "What's going to happen to her?" (Y/N) asked her mother desperate for any answer where Milky would be okay. (M/N) shrugged and picked up her plate.

"She'll most likely be slaughtered." (M/N) said nonchalantly much to (Y/N)'s despair. No. (Y/N) ran out the back door towards the barn, struggling to hold back tears. Stumbling into the pen (Y/N) landed on Milky and cried into her fur. Milky was her first and only friend for a while. "Oh Milky, what are were going to do?" The cow licked the girls cheek after sensing her sadness, causing the girl to giggle. Looking out the window (Y/N) came up with a bit so brilliant idea. "Milky, we have to run away."

Grabbing the cow was easy but negotiating the rough, rocky terrain was hard. "Come on Milky, we've gotta leave." Mother would be worried, devastated even, but she never understood. She tried to change her daughter because she didn't want her to end up like her father. So what? She would die when she did. She just wanted to explore. To make a name for herself too-. "Signora" Zeppeli! "Mr. Zeppeli please take me with you!" Zeppeli's eyes widened. "Signora what on Earth are you talking about?" Zeppeli almost fell off his cart in shock. Tears formed in the girl's eyes again as she squeezed the rope that Milky was attached to tighter. She was ushered over to sit by Zeppeli and she told her story. Zeppeli's face grew solemn as she finished, soaking in all the details. He stood up and unhitched his mule.

"You must return home to your mother at once." (Y/n)'s jaw dropped. "What?!" Zeppeli looked her in the eye and put a hand on her shoulder. "Please signora, you must not drop your family over this. She is your only parent no?" (Y/N)'s face flushed pink as she wiped her tears. How stupid was she? She was going to leave her mother all alone over a cow. Milky was important to her but wasn't a human. She couldn't talk to (Y/N), feed (Y/N), or scold (Y/N) when she was naughty. Milky was great but wasn't her mother. Zeppeli was right.

"Mr. Zeppeli I need to go home but first I need to sell Milky, but this will be hard." (Y/N) trailed off thinking about who would care for Milky like she and (M/N) had all those years. Zeppeli stared at (Y/n) a moment or two before his eyes lit up. "You say you want Milky to be happy no?" "Yes" (Y/N) said with resolution. Zeppeli pulled out a hefty looking pouch and tossed it to her "I'll buy your beloved Milky for a fair price and I promise I'll take good care of her." (Y/N) caught the bag with a huge grin, embracing Zeppeli with all her might. "Thank you Zeppeli, for everything." Zeppeli froze, before returning the embrace. "My pleasure bambina."

(Y/N)'s mother searched every place she could think to find her mischievous daughter. She wasn't trying to break the poor girl's heart but her job as a seamstress was hard enough to feed one mouth, let alone three. When she reached the market, she was going to weep from stress and anguish. Her daughter had run off with the cow and left the older woman all alone. No one had seen her. Oh, how she wished that her husband was still alive, he could have set that girl straight. He'd know what to do. It was just pessimistic, hard-working (M/N) who never wanted to marry or have children. But she loved her husband and her daughter. Defeated and tired the woman went home to find her daughter covered in dirt and smiling. "My darling imp! Where have you been?!" "I was at the market and I sold the cow to a friend, look how much I've made!" (M/N) smiled as she reached for the heavy bag of what she presumed were coins. "Oh, you've done it (Y/N), let's count how much you made." Smiles made their ways to the two's faces and the women sat at the small wooden table to count coins.

Chink

Beans, green beans came out of the bag.

"(Y/N) my darling, where's the money?"

"It was in the bag mother."

"Oh. What are the beans for darling?"

"What?"

(Y/N) knew she had blown it when her mother showed her the beans. Her mother's sweet and contented face turned to anger. "You ran off with the cow to bring home a bag of beans! I should have known you would do this! How dare you come home with these. These!" Her mother tossed the beans out the window. Turning her violent rage back to her child, she backhanded the poor girl, who cried out in pain and misery. "To your room at once and don't even think about supper or breakfast or anything to eat. I ought to sell you, you foolish girl!" (Y/N) ran from her mother who melted to the floor a wept bitterly at the family's misfortune.

(Y/N) tossed and turned in her bed that night, wondering why she had been so foolish to trust Zeppeli to help her in need. Speedwagon had told her not to trust that man and she did. Why was she so naive and trusting? Night passed on and soon she fell into a bitter sleep. Only to wake to her room being ingulfed in a darkness. Huh? The girl turned to see a massive leaf covering her window, a bean plant leaf. Rushing to the window, she brushed the green curtain aside to see a massive, twisted staircase leading to the heavens. A beanstalk. It was early morning, and the house was quiet meaning no breakfast would be made anytime soon. Her stomach growled in protest. She might as well explore. She hopped onto the leaf and began her asencion into the sky.

(Y/N) panted with exhaustion as she was in the sky now, the little farmhouse a spec beneath her. She reached out to a cloud and touched it. Puff. A gentle softness filled her fingers. Solid yet squishy. Rolling over and laying on the cloud she waited and rested. Not long had passed before she fell into a deep sleep.

Johnathan Joestar was a giant. Proud, strong, rich, and powerful giants were his descendants. Unlike his descendants he disagreed with how they viewed humans. While many were brutish and downright nasty like his half brother Dio, he was gentle and kind to any human he saw. How he longed to join the humans who worked and played beneath his manor in the clouds. A pity he was tall and horrifying to any who saw him, standing thirty feet tall. He sighed as he took a walk with his giant dog Danny. "Woof!" Danny was running ahead before he stopped to sniff and bark at something in the clouds. "What's the matter Danny?" Danny persisted in barking at the item he found on the ground, barking like there was no tomorrow at it. Johnathan leaned down to inspect what his loyal companion had found. A human. A human girl. A pretty human girl sleeping peacefully like there was no tomorrow. Johnathan blushed as he watched her tiny chest go up and down with every breath. She could be squished, fall through the thin portion of cloud, or worse be found by Dio. No! Johnathan wouldn't allow that. Carefully scooping the human girl up in his giant hands he walked in the direction of his manor, Danny barking excitedly by his master's side. He smiled thinking about all the things he talk about with his new friend.

(Y/N) woke up feeling a softness that rivaled the cloud she was sleeping on earlier. Wait rivaled? Opening her eyes, the girl saw a large expanse of blue. Was it an ocean? How long was she out? She looked around to see what looked like a wealthy's man's bedroom but larger. Way larger. While trying to reorient herself (Y/N) felt the ground begin to shake as stomping was heard. Quickly (Y/N) hid in the wedge between the pillows. Peeping out (Y/N) let out a gasp. A giant man came into view as he looked around the room in search of something. His light sea blue eyes held a deep kindness to them but (Y/N) wasn't taking any chances. "You can come out now, I promise you I won't hurt you." No no no no. (Y/N) sunk further into the crack between the pillows, praying to whatever deity would listen that this man wouldn't find her. Unfortunately, the gods were feeling spiteful as a large blue followed her every move like a spotlight. "There you are."

(Y/N) shrieked as she found herself being lifted into the air by a giant hand. She did everything she could think of to get out of the giant's grasp: biting, pinching, kicking, screaming as loud as she could. Soon dissolving into sobs when she realized it wasn't working. Johnathan's eyes softened at the clear misery of the poor girl, before shushing her gently. "It's okay I won't hurt you I promise, I just wanted to talk to a human." The girl continued heaving dry sobs as he set her down on his shoulder and sat on his bed. (Y/N) was overwhelmed to be completely honest it was too much for her. Calming down a little she scooted closer to the giant man's ear and whispered. "Who are you?" Delighted Johnathan beamed brightly. "My name is Johnathan Joestar and you are in my manor, I've never seen a human this close but am delighted to meet you Ms. . . . "

"(Y/N)" she weakly replied. "Pleasure to meet you Ms. (Y/N) that is a very beautiful name."

The girl and the giant spoke for some time Johnathan was able to make her laugh for a bit, getting her more comfortable with him. She told him about her life with her mother, how they were poor, how she had to sell the cow, and how she ended up there. Johnathan told her about his father, his dog, his life, and his half-brother Dio.

"I must warn you that my brother comes to my house at random times, and he hates humans. He'll eat you if he finds you here." At the word eat, (Y/N)'s stomach started to growl. Johnathan chuckled at the girl's stomach. "Sounds like you're hungry. Come I'll prepare you some food." Johnathan walked into the kitchen with (Y/N) on his shoulder. In the kitchen there was more food then (Y/N) had ever seen in her life. Links of sausage and hams left to dry. Cheese wheels big enough to feed her entire kingdom. Fruits that were big enough to live in. "I didn't finish my breakfast, so I'll let you have as much as you want." Johnathan smiled offering a hand for the girl to land in. Eagerly the girl jumped onto Johnathan's palm and waited for him to land it on the table. Eggs, bacon, toast, beans, and even slices of delicious looking apple. It was all too much for the girl to take in as she went on a munching frenzy. Eating here and there with the loving and caring look of Johnathan watching over her. She was happy and full as she munched and chatted with her new giant friend.

Boom boom boom!

Johnathan had a panicked look on his face as he grabbed the girl and placed her in the oven. "Dio is here, don't make a sound." Johnathan told the girl who nodded. Suddenly, a handsome yet evil looking blond came stomping into the room

"Well, well brother what's this that I smell?"

"Whatever do you smell dear brother?" Johnathan asked while peeling some potatoes.

"I smell the stench of human in my home. Now tell me where is this human I smell?"

A cold shock of fear ran down (Y/N)'s spine, was Johnathan going to tell on her? Was she going to be boiled with those potatoes? She was too trusting once more. She waited for the conversation to end and for her to be cooked in the oven.

Johnathan's face remained neutral as he began to slice some carrots. "Whatever do you mean brother? You must smell the human you ate days ago in this house." Days? (Y/N) gulped as she heard him say this. Dio sat down at the chair Johnathan sat in earlier. "What a disgusting mess you cooked brother." Dio laughed as he insulted Johnathan's cooking. What a nasty man. He reminded (Y/N) of those brutes she and Speedwagon had fought off at the market. "Yes, Dio I have been rather sloppy recently. Why don't you enjoy some of the Shepard's pie I've cooked?" Johnathan grabbed a vial of something a dropped a bit of it into the pie, before handing it to Dio. Dio smirked and took a bite. "You know Jojo I think this is one of the only things that you cook that isn't complete shit." Jojo smiled a big fake smile. "Thank you for your kind words, Dio." Dio turned and smirked before snapping his fingers. "Jojo bring me the family gold so I can count it while I eat." Gold? Johnathan sighs and walks into the other room. Dio sniffs the air and glares. Standing up and searching for the offending stench.

(Y/N) curled up further into a ball, squeezing her eyes shut, praying to whatever god will hear her that Dio won't find her. "Somewhere there is a human, Jojo thinks he can fool I, Dio, but he is an idiot to think so." Oh god no. Dio sniffs the air before turning to the oven. “Poor Jojo, thinking he can fool me. Well, I’ll admit he was clever to hide this human in an oven but no matter. Let’s have look now.” Sweat began pouring down (Y/N)’s back as she shook furiously. He was going to spot her and roast her alive. Scrunching further down in the corner she hid her face in her hands, prepared for the wicked giants crimson eye to peak into the oven. “Dio have you no manners.” Jojo was back! “Jojo, I was simply curious about how hot you kept the oven to make the Shepard’s pie.” Liar filthy liar. Jonathan sighed before placing a heavy sounding bag on the table. “Here’s most of the gold. Enjoy counting our late father’s wealth.” Dio face lit up with greed as he grabbed the bag. “Much obliged Jojo.” So the two sat at the table silently with the only sound being the sound of gold scraping the table. (Y/N) could only imagine how much money was in that bag. It made her imagine what her mother would say if she brought home all that gold.

“(Y/N) my beautiful, brave girl. You’ve saved our farm and our lives. You can travel the world as much as you please and make a name for yourself.”

Nah she wouldn’t say that, but she would be grateful. Wrapped up in her thoughts she was surprised when she heard a thud followed by loud snoring. Cautiously, the girl peaked an eye through the grate in the oven door. There Dio lay sound asleep, and would you look at that, he dropped the gold coins he was holding. She was startled out of her thoughts as the door to the oven gently swung open. Johnathan sent a gentle yet sheepish smile. “Dio left one of his potion books open, which might have had a sleeping potion recipe inside.” Jojo held out a hand for (Y/N) to jump into which she gladly hopped onto. Climbing back to Johnathan’s ear she spoke gently yet with some hurry in her tone. “It was lovely meeting you Jojo but I’m afraid I have to go." Johnathan’s kind blue eyes turned sad at his friend's words. “Alright but before you go, promise me you’ll come back tomorrow.” Johnathan’s statement sounded a tinge desperate however (Y/N) smiled a nodded. “Yes tomorrow.” Johnathan smiled before placing her on the floor and guiding her to the door. Once outside she almost kicked herself. The treasure was right there, and she foolishly wasted her opportunity. Then again, she would feel guilty stealing it from someone as sweet as Johnathan. However, it was for her mother and herself. As she climbed down the beanstalk, she solidified her will to steal just a few gold coins the next time she went to Johnathan's manor.

The next day, (Y/N) woke up bright and early to make the journey up the beanstalk uninterrupted by any outside forces. This time coming prepared for a wide haul with a worn brown leather satchel wrapped around her chest. She'd at least come home with one coin to prove to her mother that she isn't useless. Stretching her aching muscles, (Y/N) began her climb. Pulling herself up bit by bit and leaf by leaf. Finishing her climb after a shorter rest than last time. Two beady black eyes met the girl as she reached the clouds. A giant Great Dane was now on its haunches asking to play. Its tail causing tremors in the air causing the young girl to flail backwards. She could feel herself falling to her death when a familiar warm hand caught her. “Danny naughty boy. You almost killed our guest.” The dog, oblivious to his owners scolding, barked happily and continued wagging his monstrous tail. Johnathan turned to face the human in his hand. “(Y/N) this is Danny, my family dog.” Danny barked joyfully and spun around causing the girl to laugh. “Nice to meet you Danny.” (Y/N) said cheerfully while doing a mock curtsy to the dog. Johnathan chuckled at the girl’s actions before placing her on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’ve returned (Y/N).” (Y/N) smiled at her giant friend and playfully spoke into his ear. “Why wouldn’t I come back?”

Johnathan’s mood instantly dropped as he sat down on the clouds. Danny clumsily sitting beside the giant barking for pets. Johnathan stroked his dog’s ear affectionately before looking wistfully off into the distance. “I’m going to tell you this only because you are my friend but promise you won’t stop visiting me.” Seeing her big friend sad the girl nodded vigorously and barked a confident yes out. Johnathan began playing with the clouds like they were blades of grass as he sighed and began his story.

“Before my mother died it was my father and her, both were fascinated by humans. My mother would often build little replicas of human houses and villages and my father would buy little dolls to go in them. They always wanted to visit the humans below but then they had me and things changed…”

” My mother was determined to meet humans, so she planned to take the sky bridge with my father and me to see the humans. Everything was set to go except the carriage crashed. My mother didn’t make it leaving my father and I the only members of the family. My father grew heart broken by the loss of my mother and ordered the sky bridge be destroyed. He never spoke about humans again and would lecture me if I ever expressed my own interest in them. For a while it was just my father and I and Danny of course, but that all changed when Dio came. He would always suck up to my father and turned my friends and own father against me. What even worse is that he owns half of the manor and fortune which means I have to be nice to him in my own home even when he’s cruel to me.”

(Y/N) listened intently to the blue haired giant and felt a tear coming to her own eye as she heard his voice become shaky and saw a tear streak down his cheek. “I’m so sorry Jojo.” Was all the girl could muster as (Y/N) could have never guessed her friend had gone through so much. Jojo’s solemn face turned to one of joy as he picked the girl up and patted her head with his finger gently. “It’s all right now because I have you.” The girl smiled and leaned into Johnathan’s touch. “Yes, you have me.”

With those words the girl sealed her fate …

Speedwagon was worried. He hadn’t seen his friend (Y/N) in weeks, and when he did she had new clothes and shoes and a proper handkerchief to keep her hair out of her face. She would smile and wave at him but he felt something was off. When they talked she would speak about some man called Jonathan Joestar, which he wasn’t jealous of at all. Nope, not Speedwagon. It’s just every time she would stare at the clouds wistfully, he felt his anxiety grow. Was Johnathan a good man or was he taking advantage of his sweet yet naive friend? She could take care of herself but he couldn’t help but wonder what trouble she had gotten into. “Robert!” Speedwagon snapped out of his daze as his (h/c) friend was right in front of his face with an annoyed expression.

” Yes (Y/N)?” (Y/N) groaned as he looks confused at her expectant face. “Did you hear anything I said?” (Y/N) pouted pressing her (lip color) lips out cutely. Speedwagon blushed at his thoughts. Cutely? He always thought of (Y/N) as a little sister: rambunctious, adventurous, and very very annoying. However, seeing her so happy and clean for the first time in a while, Speedwagon felt his heart flutter. “You’re still not listening.” (Y/N) pouted even more before pinching his reddening cheeks. Speedwagon pushed her away her assault of his cheek. “Oi quit poking me you dummy!” The girl gasped before hitting him. “I’m not dumb I’ve got my edumacation!” Speedwagon snicked at her mistake. “What?! Did I say it wrong?!” Speedwagon was full belly laughing at his friends mistake. “No, I consider myself edumacated too.” Speedwagon howls with laughter after his comment. (Y/N) proceeded to chase Speedwagon down and tackle him. The two wrestled until (Y/N) pinned Speedwagon down. “Got ya I- “Speedwagon couldn’t resist as his planted his lips on hers. He blushed hard at the closeness and her being on top of him. (Y/N) blushed to before squeaking and pushing him away.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” Speedwagon turned redder at his friend’s anger. “I thought we were having a moment.” Speed wagon mumbled before turning to get up and walk away. “Wait!” (Y/N) grabbed Speedwagon’s before kissing him again. The kids was brief and unexperienced but the two were red in the face afterward. (Y/N) shyly turned away and said. “Wanna come over to eat? Mums making roast.” Speedwagon beams and nods as the two walk away hand in hand.

The preparation was done. Johnathan looked at his work smiling happily. It took him weeks, but he finished the beautiful replica manor. The bathroom and kitchen working with all the functioning appliances anyone could desire. All it was missing was a doll. Johnathan placed a replica doll of a certain (h/c) into the manor next to a doll of him. He picked up the doll and placed it near his ear. “What’s that (Y/N) dear you wish to be married? Well, I’m sure we can be as soon as I find a way for you to be giant or I could become your size.” Johnathan rambled on while holding the doll close. He could almost hear her calming voice whispering in his ear. It had been weeks since her last visit and his was already going crazy without her. Sighing dreamily, he laid down on his bed turning to face the doll. “She couldn’t have left me forever, could she?” He used his fingers to make the doll shake its head no. “Of course, not she loves me, and I love her, more than anything in the world.” Johnathan’s musings were interrupted by Danny’s barks. It must be her! Leaping off of his bed he bounded down the stairs to see-

Dio smirking and standing at the foot of the staircase. “Hello Jojo, excited to see me?” Ah well I guess someone as small as her couldn’t open a door as big as his. “Yes, I am elated to see you Dio.” Johnathan said dryly. Dio laughed at Johnathans change in mannerisms. “Come now you looked so happy Jojo! Could it be that you are waiting for someone else?” Dio tone changed drastically as he began to climb the stairs. “Dio drop it.” Johnathan’s voice changed from dry to fiery as Dio ascended the staircase. “Oh no Johnathan, you’ve been hiding something from me, so I won’t drop it.”

Dio forced his way into Johnathan’s after much protest from the blue eyed giant. “What’s this dear brother, playing house with a mysterious woman? What embarrassment of a giantess have you possibly met?” Johnathan’s anger boiled he had to deal with constant taunting and manipulation from Dio, but he drew the line at Dio insulting you. “Enough she’s not an embarrassment and I think it’s time you leave!” Johnathan raised his voice and pointed at the door. Dio’s amusement turned to vitriol as his crimson eyes narrowed. “Are you kicking me out Jojo?” Johnathan met his gaze with an even fiercer one. “Yes I’m saying you need to leave this house and my life for good.” He wouldn’t have had the courage to tell Dio off if it weren’t for you. Aren’t you amazing? However this moment of triumph was cut short with Dio sending a strong right hook to Johnathan’s face.

Johnathan fell to the floor and clutched cheek is shock. “You have no right to tell me what to do Jojo! You’re worthless nothing compared to me, and don’t ever forget that!” Dio spit on Johnathan’s curled up form. With that Dio stormed out in a fit of rage, not before kicking Danny on the way out. Danny came upstairs to his master with his tail tucked between his legs. Johnathan stroked Danny’s head and sighed. “Damn Dio, that horrible selfish bastard! Next time he’s here I’ll kill him!” Danny licked his master’s bruising cheek as the two lay on the floor side by side.

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she made her way up the beanstalk. Two days after her kiss with Speedwagon, she set her mind on one thing. Getting enough money to allow her mother to live in peace and traveling the world with Speedwagon. First, she must tell Johnathan her plan. As her giant friend hadn’t gotten a visit from her in a while she simply had to tell him that she would be going somewhere far from England. Giddily she hummed while climbing the stalk up to the familiar clouds. However, there was no Johnathan or Danny to greet her. Stupid, of course he wouldn’t wait there for weeks on end for her. Hoisting herself up to the clouds and scolding herself, she made her way in the direction of where she last saw the manor. Sure, enough the Joestar manor stood proud upon the clouds in all its glory. She walked up to the large front door and knocked as loud as she could. “Jojo it’s me (Y/N)!” She shouted as loud as she could. No answer. Fiddlesticks what was a girl to do. (Y/N) then saw an open window on the side of the house leading to the kitchen. (Y/N)’s eyes lit up as she determinedly waltzed to the side of the house. Being as small as she was compared to the house. The bricks functioned as a nice climbing wall and the vines on the side a good support.

Climbing was exhausting and (Y/N) was gasping for breath. She severely underestimated the length of the climb. Good thing she was in semi good shape as she reached the windowsill. Panting for air she lay staring at the top of the window. When she caught her breath, (Y/N) swung herself into the manor through the window. The kitchen was quiet . . . too quiet. "Jojo?" (Y/N) called out while leaping to a counter and down to the floor. "Hello?" Walking out of the kitchen she made it to the hallway. Maybe he's not home but where would Johnathan be?

Smack!

(Y/N) felt her world blur as she was grabbed by a pale hand. The spin made her feel nauseous as she struggled to reorient herself, the grip got tighter and tighter. "Oh, what's this little mouse doing in my house?" A chilling feeling filled every orifice of (Y/N)'s body as she met a set of crimson eyes. "What a pity, expecting Jojo but instead it was I Dio!" Dio began to laugh evilly at the girl's misfortune. "I must admit you-" Dio stares at her with narrowed eyes before he began to laugh again. This time much louder and more unhinged. "This is the doll Jojo was playing house with?! Oh, Jojo you buffoon, falling in love with a human of all things!" Dio's laughter died down as he squeezed even tighter. "At first I was just going to eat you but now I think I'll wait until dear Jojo comes home to savor my victory."

Dio placed (Y/N) into a glass jar and screwed the lid on tight. (Y/N) pounded her fists on the jar but it was no use. Slinking down in the jar, (Y/N) began to think of all that went wrong in her life. First the beans, then meeting Johnathan, then stealing from Johnathan, and now being killed in front of her blue haired friend. Meeting Johnathan wasn’t a complete mistake but it did lead to her current misfortune. (Y/N) curled into a ball and began to cry. Leaving here was hopeless and she was done for.

Dio had left the room only to come back with a hen and a harp. “Lay!” Dio shouted at the hen, which laid a golden egg. Satisfied he turned to the harp and shouted “Play!” The harp then began to sing a beautiful melody and strum its own string. The gentle lullaby lured the blonde giant into a deep slumber. (Y/N) saw all of this from her glass prison. She must escape and get those items. Johnathan wasn’t coming to save her so she must save her own life. Looking to the steep drop from the table was suicidal, there must be some other way to break the glass. Tears seeped into her eyes again at her precarious situation as she hit the glass as hard as she could with her fist.

Pain, deep insufferable pain throbbed through her body. Her hand was most likely broken. However, (Y/N) didn’t stop as she hit the glass again and again, only stopping to fully ram her body into the side of the glass.

Shatter

The glass jar broke leaving a very wounded yet free (Y/N) inside. (Y/N) tied her handkerchief around her bloody hand and began to crawl down the table. Determined and powered by a rush of adrenaline (Y/N) crept up the table leg to the table not stopping till she reached the hen. Tearing a piece of fabric off her dress the girl wrapped the fabric around the bird’s beak and grabbed the bird. Thinking about what to do with the harp the girl reached out and brushed the harp before it cried out “Master! Master!” Oh no. Dio’s eyes snapped open and he gave her the nastiest look. “Thief!” (Y/N) quickly grabbed the harp and ran down the table and towards the kitchen window. Dio made chase and swiped at the girl. Running as fast as she could (Y/N) leapt onto a table leg and climbed on a spice rack. Dio grabbed a frying pan and was intent on smacking the girl into oblivion. (Y/N) managed to dodge and grab a sausage link a swing herself to the safety of the sink. Hopping onto the windowsill the girl jumped, holding the chicken over her head. The chicken flapped its wings desperately, slowing down the fall from the window. Dio roared with anger and slammed the door open. (Y/N)’s heart was a drum in her chest as she squeezed the chicken and the shrieking harp close to her chest. She didn’t stop running until she found the beanstalk and climbed as fast as she could. “Master save me!” The harp screamed. “Shut up!” (Y/N) wheezed as she continued the climb down. Dio was following quickly in a blind rage. Fortunately, (Y/N) was quicker as she reached the bottom nimbly and ran towards the farmhouse.

(M/N) was surprised to see her daughter running towards her covered in blood holding a chicken and a screaming harp. “Good heavens dear, what have you-“ “The axe! Get the axe mother!” (M/N) was startled by the urgency in (Y/N)’s voice but heard thundering footsteps from the sky and roaring. The woman turned to her daughter a shakily nodded. Running to the shed she saw a stranger with a mustache and a strange hat holding the axe. “Quick (M/N) get this axe to your daughter!” (M/N) stood confused as all get out as to how this strange man was in her barn but simply took the axe and ran to her daughter.

By now Dio’s booming voice had drawn closer and (Y/N) stared nervously at the sky. Hearing shouting she saw her mother and a face she’d never thought she’d see again. “Mr. Zeppeli?” “The giant is getting closer (Y/N), chop with all your might.” (Y/N) took the axe and began to chop.

Thwack

”Ow!”

(Y/N)’s arm was badly injured from breaking the glass and bent at a weird angle. She couldn’t chop anymore.

Thwack

(M/N) grabbed the axe from her daughter and began to chop furiously at the beanstalk.

“Foolish human, I’ll grind your bones to make my bread! Teach you to steal from I Diooooo-“

The beanstalk snapped in half and tipped to the side. The giant climbing fell with a thud and hit the earth. As the dust settled Zeppeli walked over to the crater where the giant lay. Zeppeli carefully examined the giant. “He’s dead, (Y/N) you killed him.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened at Zeppeli’s statement. “M-me?!” Zeppeli chuckled and ruffled her messy hair/headscarf/head. “Yes you killed this awful giant and brought back your spoils of war. I think we should call you (Y/N) the Giant Slayer.” (Y/N) blushed before pushing Zeppeli away. “Wait a minute you’re the one who got me in this mess!” Zeppeli looked down at the ground in shame. Eyes turning glassy with remorse. “I will forever be apologetic towards my actions Senorita, you just remind me so much of (F/N).” This time it was (M/N)’s turn to be upset. She walked up and smacked the mustachioed man straight in the face. “Listen here you Italian bastard, you have no right to mention my husband’s name after almost getting my girl killed and you!” (M/N) turned her anger towards (Y/N). “What made you think climbing a strange plant was a good idea. I knew I should have cut it down and I-“ (Y/N) placed her least injured arm on her mother’s shoulder. (M/N) looked at her child’s wild eyes with anger but then it dissolved into love. “You foolish girl, don’t ever think about leaving me childless too.” With that the two embraced as the sun began to set in the distance.

Zeppeli was leaving to distant lands. After all monster slayers don’t stay in one place for too long, however he wasn’t alone. At the docks stood a (e/c) girl with a wide grin and an arm in a sling. On her left an older woman wiping her tears on a cloth and on her right a taller blond with a scar of his face staring at the girl with love struck eyes. With all the gold the hen could produce and the harp for company, (M/N) had to let her daughter go. She insisted on waiting for the arm to heal but the (h/c) was too eager to go and explore her next chapter of life that she begged and begged and begged until (M/N) gave in. Speedwagon of course was sent to accompany the girl but (M/N) shot him a knowing look and told him to “not give a grandchild too soon”. Others lined the area of the docks behind the trio whispering about (Y/N) the great Giant Slayer and her exploits in the clouds. Everything was looking up for (Y/N). “Did you pack matches, bandages, extra clothes?” (Y/N) chuckled at her mothers worries. “Mama I’ll be fine, I’m a grown woman. Besides I’m (Y/N) the Giant Slayer.”

(M/N) just sighed and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Please be safe dear, I've only got one daughter." (Y/N) hugged her once more. "Dear I think it's time we got a move on." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at Speedwagon. "Dear?" Speedwagon blushed at her mocking tone. "I just thought that I-" (Y/N) interrupted Speedwagon with a kiss on the cheek. "It's cute." The two then boarded the ship off onto a new adventure in the land beyond.

This wasn't how she meant to return to England.

The village she once knew and loved was destroyed but by whom? Giants of course. They heard of the death of Dio and wished to seek revenge. It had been months before a letter from a concerned townsperson had made its way to her asking for her immediate return. Walking through crushed houses and trampled fields she couldn't help but wonder if she had done the right thing by leaving her home unprotected.

Taking a walk to what appears to be the main source of the destruction she has to cling to Speedwagon in horror. Her house was destroyed in sitting in the middle of the rubble was the crying harp. (Y/N) walked up to it gently and picking it up in her arms. "What happened to you?" The harp looks up at (Y/N) and shrieks in fear. "It's your fault that he's come back and is going to kill us all!" (Y/N) grew confused at the harp's statement before her eyes darkened. No, it couldn't be him. "Dio..." Speedwagon looked at the girl he loved with a look of confusion. "Who?" (Y/N) turned to him gravely "We need to check the crater." Sure enough, the body was gone. "I should have known he wasn't dead." Speedwagon looked on in horror at the empty crater. "I thought you killed him but the body... it-it's gone!" "Speedwagon get the bag that Zeppeli gave us." Speedwagon's look of horror grew greater. "But-but Mr. Zeppeli said to only use it for emergencies!" (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed at her partners words. "Don't you think I don't know that! My mom's gone missing and that's an emergency!" Speedwagon's eyes softened at (Y/N)'s words. "Let me come with you." (Y/N) pulled out her knife before taking the bag from Speedwagon's trembling hands "No this is between Dio and I, you need to be safe here. Also, Zeppeli will be alone if I die." Speedwagon's eyes began to water. "You can't say that I love you!" (Y/N)'s eyes calmed down as she sighed at her lover's pain. She faced Speedwagon and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Just for good luck." was all she said before planting the single bean into the ground.

The familiar stomping grounds lay before her, unfortunately she had some unfinished business to complete. Making her way to the manor that stood ominously before (Y/N), she slipped under the crack in the door. The manor lay quiet and still as if no one lived there. Dio could be anywhere.

The stomping of feet broke (Y/N) out of her stupor and she jumped behind the nearest object she could hide behind. Instead of the blond giant (Y/N) was met with the blue haired one instead. He was busily scurrying around and humming the wedding march. Danny came in following, tail wagging. “Oh Danny just wait until (Y/N) gets here, all the preparations are ready and it’ll just be us and her!” Preparations? What preparations? “Bark!” Danny responded happily while wagging his tail. “Yes Danny you’ll have a new master besides me. We’ll be so happy together, I just know it!” (Y/N) was thoroughly confused, was Dio not alive? Well, that’s a relief. Still…(Y/N) didn’t know who destroyed the farmhouse and took her mom. She’d need to look for more clues.

Danny’s nose begins to quiver in the air and he begins sniffing around. Oh no he must have smelled her, if Johnathan sees her then she won’t be able to search for clues. Quick thinking she grabbed a jar out of her bag with a small furry creature in it. Nothing a little fire rat can’t do. Opening the jar she set the rat on the floor, causing it the scurry about and set the floor it touched on fire. Johnathan and Danny took the bait and ran to the scene of the fire. (Y/N) felt a little guilty for burning up Jojo’s family home, but she had work to do.

Climbing the giant stairs took longer than she thought but she was on the second floor of the manor. (Y/N) stared at the infinite amount of doors thinking which to choose from. However this was narrowed down to one as she heard crying from the inside of one. Scrambling under the door she peaked through to the other side.

It was a familiar room. In fact, it was the first room she’d ever seen in the house. Johnathan’s room. Strange. The crying sounded like it was coming from the little doll house on the floor. It was a cute doll house resembling the Joestar manor down to the tinniest crack. (Y/N) entered the front door and marveled at the detail inside. It looked just like the foyer of the Joestar manor down to the flaws. A sinking feeling filled her chest as (Y/N) heard the crying coming from upstairs.

Climbing the stairs carefully (Y/N) peered around the corner down the hall. The door that looked like it lead to the miniature version of Johnathan's room was where the sobbing was the loudest. Opening the door (Y/N) was met with a face she had hoped she wouldn't see. Her mother lay trembling in a cage of sorts like a decorative canary. (Y/N) was disgusted with her mother's inhumane treatment. Did Jojo do this? "Mom?" (Y/N) couldn't stop the words from spilling out of her mouth.

Her mother made eye contact with her and gasped with her hands over her mouth. "(Y/N) is that really you?" The girl ran over to her mother and placed her hands over the older woman's. "Mother, how did you get in here?" Her mother began shaking and tears formed in her eyes again. "(Y/N) you need to get out of here! I don't know what he wants from you but he-" "Mother who's he?" Before your mother could speak the thunderous footsteps came running up the stairs.

"Get back here you scoundrel, you'll destroy my hard work." Jojo caught the fire rat which let out a squeak in his hands. Crap Jojo! (Y/N) remained perfectly still as the giant sauntered over to his prized possession. Peaking through the window with his large blue spotlight of an eye. "Good it's not damaged. Are you alright in there?" He called out to (M/N) who blanched at the familiar voice. "Him" was all (Y/N) had to hear before she understood. Her gentle giant had a darkness that may be greater than his wicked half-brother. Quickly (Y/N) scampered out of the sight of the giant, while (M/N) continued her weeping. Johnathan opened the house and reached out to pat you mother's head.

"There, there, everything is alright. Soon your daughter will be here, and you can give me permission to have her hand in marriage." He turned to look at her before squeezing the cage, tighter than he should. "You will do that right?"

The look in his eye was too dangerous to disobey, causing (M/N) to squeak and nod instinctively. You couldn't stand for this, just what had he done to your mother?

"Jojo?"

His eyes lit up at the sound of the girl's voice, unaware of the atrocities he had committed in (Y/N)'s name. His eyes roved towards your form with nothing but pure joy. Crushing the rat in his hands accidently he reached out to your form beaming brightly. "(Y/N) where did you go; I was so lost without you!" The girl in question stepped back with a distrustful expression on her face. Immediately Jojo's expression changed.

"Why what's wrong dear, I thought you'd be happy to see me after you left for so long." Johnathan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his delusion splitting apart. (Y/N) stepped cautiously away from the giant and reached for a dagger in her pocket. "Why do you have my mother?" Jojo's eyes saddened as he put down the cage and went to eye level with the girl. "Other giants attacked your village, crushed your house, and tried to have you killed. I managed to stop them but who's to say more won't come and try to kill you?" Wait they did? Is that true? That explains the wreck her village was in. "They want me dead?" Johnathan nodded sadly before beaming brighter than before. "I know! You should live with me, I'll tell them your ship sunk before it arrived and you can stay with me and your mother for the rest of your life!" No, no, no! What Jojo was saying was crazy! (Y/N) was a wanderer in her heart and soul, so she could never stay in one place for the rest of her life. Shaking her head (Y/N) replied: "I can't stay with you Jojo, traveling is my passion." Jojo frowned before his eyes darkened. He snatched (Y/N) up in his hand and brought her to his face, anger burning in his eyes.

"Is it because of him?!" Jojo shouted anger coursing through his veins. He knew it was ungentlemanlike but he grew angry with her excuses. Why couldn't she just love him?! (Y/N) was filled with fear at the sight of Jojo's anger. Sure, she fought plenty of monsters in her time abroad, but this was more personal than anything before. "Who Jojo?" (Y/N) squeaked out causing the anger in the giant to rise. "That damned blond you came here with, is it because of him that you won't stay with me, that you won't love me." Jojo's sad tone at the end confused the girl to no in. Jojo loved her?

Slam.

She snapped out of her thoughts to see herself in a golden cage. It was painstakingly beautiful for a bird, but not her.

"Jojo let me out!"

Johnathan looks back at you sadly but shakes his head.

"I'm afraid I can't because how will I be able to protect you against the world?"

"This is madness."

"Love can be madness my little canary."

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