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vettelsdarling · 4 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞

Lissie note… Here’s the second winner of the poll. I stupidly duplicated him💀 but just tallied those numbers together. Also yes, I’m trying out new layouts rn so please lmk if this looks great or not<3

Summary: A photographer from the heart of NYC has been in a low-key relationship with Lando Norris for a while now…

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Things to note:

Reader is a menace tbh

Lando and reader are separated by 2 yrs

Reader is a known photographer (just not famous yk)

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Pairing: Lando Norris x Photographer!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Playlist recommendations: 𝐋𝐍𝟒, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @ophcelia, @darleneslane, @allwaysalleyway, @littlesatanicassholebitch

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yourusername What a great day to change my pfp on my Twitter😮‍💨

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yourbestfriend Isn’t that the camera I got you last Christmas?

yourusername Merry Christmas ig

yourbestfriend The enthusiasm🥰

yourusername WOW!?!???!!!! IT REALLY IS THE CAMERA YOU GAVE ME LAST YEAR AHHH I STILL HAVE IT CAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yourbestfriend Nah now it doesn’t feel genuine😒

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landonorris What’s up 2023?🧡

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user1 The photos are better this year wtf😮‍💨

user2 He looks amazing regardless

user3 YESSS IT’S BACKKK LET’S GOO🧡🧡🧡

yourusername Ty for the tag, great working w/ you

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user4 Ty for blessing Lando’s face

user5 She’s a magician with a camera😩

user6 Danny isn’t racing this yr right?😞

user7 Yeah he isn’t😭😭😭

user8 Ugh MCLAREN WHYYY

user9 I’m manifesting🫡

user10 Actually so delulu I made a mood board consisting ONLY of Lando😃

user11 At least you’re self aware💀

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yourusername Tbh I feel kinda bad for knowing next to NOTHING abt f1 but I’ll just do my job and whatever to pay rent in New York🤡 Last resort is the pole (not position😞)

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yourbestfriend 💀

yourusername Are you implying I wouldn’t be a great pole dancer?🤨

yourbestfriend Honestly? Yeah🥰

yourusername Bitch.

landonorris I didn’t even realize you’d take this many pics

yourusername Welcome to your new life (I sound and look like a fucking stalker rn wtaf)

yourfriend WTF YOU NEVER SAID YOU PHOTOGRAPHED LANDO NORRIS????

yourusername Surprise!!😻

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landonorris Checking out the credentials🤨

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yourusername At least I’m better than you🥰

landonorris You make a fair point… it’s your job😒

user1 Bffr rn😭

user2 Wdym? it’s his designated photographer. I think she’s a part of the team cause McLaren hired her

user1 Wait really?

user2 …yeah💀

user3 The way I love this new photographer😩

user4 Yeah she’s good. She’s well known in the photography world as one of the best in nyc

user3 Wtf that’s such an honor

user5 IS THAT HER??? 10 bucks they’re dating but not telling us

user6 Nah that’s too quick💀 They JUST hired her like this year.

user7 I’m excited for her shots in Miami

user8 I’ve seen some of her stuff at her gallery. Some of it sells for more than a month’s salary

user9 Her instagram is private😔💔

user10 It’s always been😭😭😭

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f1gossip New beau, Lando?👀

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user1 HUH WHAT😃

user2 They are just friends they are just friends they are just friends

user3 stfu what is this😭

user4 That looks a lot like yourusername

user5 💀

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yourusername Luckily this account is private💪 Hope they don’t find my very not private Twitter💀

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yourbestfriend Good luck😭

yourusername ty, I will not need it😩

landonorris what is this Twitter you speak of🤨🤨🤨

yourusername Nothing👽

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f1gossip Looks like Lando’s girl has Twitter👀

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user1 Wtaf I love her

user2 Ever wondered she might not want it leaked💀

yourusername Oh… wow…😐

user3 OFMHSK IT’S YOU

yourusername In all my glory😮‍💨🔥

user4 I love how she’s literally just like everyone else and not some snob😭

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landonorris Who would’ve thought it was possible to post your own paparazzi photos?!

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yourusername Holy shit, this is revolutionary🤯

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yourusername Why don’t the media just hire me to take better pics of us🤡🤡

landonorris Ikr

user1 Nah I’m loving this

user2 They are really handing the media’s ass on a silver plate💀💀💀

user3 This is pure gold😭

user4 I thought Kika and Pierre were my fav but Lando and her just raised the bar

user5 Honestly lmao

user6 why aren’t more wags like this

user7 Publicity probs

user8 Publicity doesn't make sense because she’d fear it too..?

user7 Nah I actually don’t think she cares very much💀

user9 You guys keep doing you, this is amazing.

yourusername Hell yeah😩

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yourusername We’ve been around👯‍♀️

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yourbestfriend FUCK YEAH WE HAVE

yourusername Ugh we should travel together sometime

yourbestfriend We should

landonorris Where was my invite?

yourusername Nonexistent.

landonorris Wow. I feel so insulted.

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yourusername Welcome to my Instagram, peasants. Above, you can see a little bit of everything I serve on here (and yes, I do SERVE).

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yourbestfriend Hot

yourusername I know

landonorris ❤️

yourusername tmrw is our 1 yr anniversary.

landonorris Did you think I forgot?

yourusername Yes

landonorris You’re not wrong…

user1 1 YEAR WHAT????

user2 They hid it for so long😭

user3 I’ve been waiting ages to finally gain access to her Instagram

yourusername thank you, loyal plebe.

user4 2nd pic is me during exam season❤️

user5 Literally same

user6 She’s living my dream fr

yourusername I must be very powerful, then

user7 Skin care routine???

yourusername Random shit from drugstores

user8 She’s so down to earth but classy in a funny way. How tf do I even explain her😭

yourusername I’m an enigma

user9 Lando is lucky wtf

yourusername Right?

user10 No but you and Lando compliment each other so well

yourusername Ty<3

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landonorris For a whole year, you’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed. A fun and breezy outlook on life. You’re just amazing. I love you and I didn’t forget about today❤️

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yourusername I’ll let it go for today. Only because I love you too❤️

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maxverstappen1 Congrats you guys👏

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yourbestfriend Feels like yesterday I told you how to get her attention😔

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carlossainz55 Congratulations guys, enjoy yourselves today🍾

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𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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sordidmusings · 3 months

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A Coronary Tale - Chapter 1 (Sanji x Reader)

Chapter Summary: You have been hiding away in The Wood, biding your time with the company of your three dear ravens. Fearing those who could find you should you leave your new home, you settled yourself deeply in with the trees and rocks and river, building a quiet routine. Unfortunately, you were wrong to expect no one else to enter the abandoned woods.

Themes and tropes: slow burn for her/lit fuze for him, hidden identities, witchcraft, curses, political pit of vipers, lost royalty, witch hunts, nonverbal gestures of love

A/N: Howdy doodie I finally done did this 😩 My addition to @fanaticsnail's Storyteller collab with the tale of The Three Ravens! I am shuffling stuff around quite a bit and I really hope that you all enjoy my changes and additions! What we have here is an absolute train wreck of a meet cute so that's a start lol The title is a reference to one of the songs I had in mind writing this and definitely the main one with lyrics, A Coronary Tale by Dana Sipos

@fanaticsnail also gifted me the mood board and much much cheering on (Love you sweetheart 🖤🖤🖤)

Wordcount: ~5.2k

Warnings: fem!reader, bit of blood, descriptions of injury but no gore, you're like a little feral maybe, Sanji's kinda into that too at least

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Another twig snapped and your breathing stopped. Every nerve threading through your body pulled your mind from one place to the next: under the skin of your palms, scraping against rough bark; in the balls of your feet, throbbing from their recent pounding at the ground; in the depths of your lungs, burning for oxygen but turned still as stone in fear. Mostly, though, your mind lived in your ears, desperately sifting through the forest ambience and calling ravens for clues of your hunter.

Enough moments passed to release your lungs from their stalling and you began planning your next steps. Your burrow was far but that was good; you had more time to make sure he couldn’t track you there. You had been leading him East, away from your home, since he’d chased you across the river. The last you’d heard of him was due Northeast of you. If you headed exactly opposite him, you’d be back at your river, able to follow it down to your stuff and scramble back to your hide.

The weight of the risk settled down on you and kept your body from following through with your plan. What if he circled back to find your trail again? What if he was waiting for you at the river, knowing you’d likely collect your things?

You shoved your forehead into the scabbed bark of the great oak that hid you. The calming breath you hissed out held the hint of a whine and you cursed yourself further for the noise. Each moment he was more likely to turn back. Each moment he was closer to finding you.

Scrunching your face in a snarl towards your fear, you shoved yourself off the tree and ran westward.

Traversing the Wood was second nature to you by now, but you’d only flown through it with such great speed one time before. You moved much more like a fleeing elk than the panicked rabbit you were then, even with your fright measuring close to that of your memory. Your eyes and body knew the trappings of the woods before your mind could even name them; thorny vines were ducked, wayward branches were parried, felled trees were vaulted. Even your long dress wasn’t a hindrance; you simply gathered the skirts high and tight to free your legs and keep the cloth from stretching branches. The only thing slowing your race home was your adrenaline beginning to weaken beneath the force of your exhaustion.

You burst forth from the Wood’s edge, scattering leaves and dirt and noise in your bid for speed over stealth. You could see the river close now, only a stretch of stony shore between you and safety. Not a single stride shortened despite the shrieking of your muscles or the begging of your lungs. You were beginning to boil in the heat of your blood pumping in your hands, feet, and head, but you would not slow, not even with the new glare of the sun making the air feel even more hostile. Your flight would continue as long as the flutters and caws of the ravens urged you on.

“Wait!”

You shrieked in response and slid right into the swirling current before you. Still furious and frigid with late spring melt, the river overwhelmed you, forcing a gasp from you at the shock to your system. Water flooded into your open mouth and nose, choking you as you spun until up was left, down, and sideways. Despite flailing for a chance at breath and life, your mind kept screaming, West, west, that came from the west!

Your saturated dress sunk you deeper in the toiling water. It gave the chaotic current more purchase to rip and tug you in every direction, bouncing your limbs off all the river’s hidden weapons. Rocks tripped your sandaled feet at every attempt to find footing and thudded against your shins and arms with each turn in the water. Skeletal branches from long submerged trees scraped at you and grabbed at your skirts. Each new hold on the cloth only ended with another old seam ripping and releasing you back to the whims of the river.

Reigning in your sense, you curled into a ball to keep your feet from shoving beneath a rock, trapping you, and to protect your head from smashing in on any of the great boulders that lurked under the water's surface. Just when your world was fuzzing away at the edges, one of those boulders found you and punched the last bubbles of air straight from your lungs.

Before the current could take you further, you used the last of your strength to spin and scrabble at the rough stone’s surface. The moment you got a grip you summoned every ounce of life in you and heaved.

With a crouping cough you broke the surface of the water. Great lungfuls of cold water scraped their way out of you. Through your heaving and gasping you drug your upper body to splay across the sun baked stone. It burned into your cheek and you couldn’t help but be thankful for the distraction from your raw throat and skinned fingertips. Everything but that sensation began to swirl and drift away into a distant fog.

Within that fog was a warm embrace. It wormed around your chest and lifted you away from the grounding heat under your cheek. You whimpered, agitating your tender throat, but couldn’t bring yourself to do anything further to protest. Sweet shushing soothed your mind, quickly replacing the comfort of your stone and covering the distant cawing. As you floated away, the steady rhythm of each hush set your sore lungs to breathe in soft waves.

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The afternoon sun pierced right through your eyes the moment you opened them. Wincing them back shut, you changed your goal to taking stock of your injuries. Your whole body was throbbing, muddling the deeper hurts in a constant protest that sounded with each beat of your heart. Through the cacophony, you heard your right ribs screaming, your throat moaning, and your fingers sobbing.

You flexed your hands slowly to test them. They trembled and ached at your orders but followed through with no great spike in pain. Next, you shifted your torso in a minute rock from side to side. Your ribs punished you spitefully for the motion, but there was no telltale crackle of bone and you were able to keep breathing throughout your shimmying. Lastly, you began sucking in a deep breath to attend to your throat and lungs. You began hacking halfway through, earning more ire from your battered side.

“You’re awake!,” a relieved voice chimed. Gentle fingers traced your face, continually brushing from your skin into your hair. “Thank goodness. You haven’t been out long; it's only been a minute since I pulled you from the river.”

Your heart kick-started again, not caring the least bit about the man’s attempts to seem non-threatening. His claim as your savior did little too; wishing you death and wishing you harm were two separate things. Your pain quieted to a whisper as your awareness shifted to scouring the space around you for information. The ground under you was solid and your palms felt warm stone. The constant swish and rumble of rapids filled the air. I’m still on the riverside. Calm breathing sounded quietly from your left, only a foot beyond the fingers still caressing your face. He’s already recovered.

“You gave me quite the scare there, Bichette. I thought the river took you,” he whispered to you. “I’m so glad I ran back to the river instead of continuing in the woods.” The genuine care and worry in his tone only made your distrust grow. You instead trusted the continued caws from the treeline. His touch disappeared and you heard the grind of his shoes against the rocky ground as he stood up.

“Keep resting, Mademoiselle, I’m just going a short way down the river’s edge to see if I can spot us an easy way back.”

You counted each step he took away from you, every crackle on stone ramping your anticipation higher and higher. The roaring of your blood in your ears grew to match that of the river but his footsteps still cut through. You slowly bent your knees up to remove your sandals and plant your feet on the ground. Despite their exhaustion, your muscles listened when you tensed them. Your count was nearly there. Thirty! You flung yourself onto hands and knees then bolted.

“Stop! Please!”

You were much slower than before, having to drag the weight of your water-logged clothes, half-drowned body and freshly abused skeleton with you. Your lungs couldn’t keep up with even the diminished speed of your strides and you had to fight with each breath not to cough, yet the urgent calls of the ravens circling you pushed you on. The man’s thumping steps were quickly catching up, but you were almost at the treeline.

“You’re going to hurt yourself, chérie, please stop,” he tried again, begging through panting breaths.

One raven sped ahead of you and landed on a large branch with another loud call. You zeroed in on his choice - an old maple spreading high over its neighbors. Its branches started far above the ground, but that was no problem for you, even now. Your switch from sprint to climb was seamless; one step launching you from between the maple's snaking roots and the next propelling you just that much higher with a bare foot catching deeply against its sturdy bark. Ignored the warnings from your hands, you used knots and lumps for handholds, hauling yourself higher and letting your feet follow the same path. You didn’t let yourself slow until you were well mingled in the smaller branches of the tree, nearly forty-five feet in the air. The way the distance shrunk your pursuer gave you a small bit of comfort.

“I’d climb up there but you’d just jump out, wouldn’t you?” he called up to you.

As if to prove his point, you widened your stance and bent low, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. The three ravens flapped their wings in threat of flight. It was all mostly for show; your body was at the end of its rope.

“Ah, Bichette, what has you so scared?” he asked, voice and eyes mourning.

You bared your teeth at him and hoped that he was too far to see your watery eyes. The aches of your body were becoming too much; your bruised ribs stunted every breath, your flayed hands trembled and bled, your scraped toes weren’t far behind their damaged state, your abused throat burned at every scrape of air in and out, and your shaken head, as well as all below it, thudded with pain. The worst of your worries though was the wooziness creeping in on the edges of your mind in the wake of your adrenaline rush. Also the man below you, wrapped in his absurdly expensive clothes, which were just as soaked as your torn rags.

“You’re a strong one, I’ll give you that.”

You held your shaky snarl. The ravens flapped and cried.

“But even you need food, water, and rest after a chase like that. You nearly drowned,” he pressed, desperately trying to make you see reason. “I’m not going to hurt you, Mademoiselle, I promise.”

You continued to stare down at him with all the ferocity of a caged animal, and he sighed.

“You’re also going to want to get out of those wet clothes. Your laundry on the shore should be dried by now and I dropped my food there as well. There’s plenty to share. I can help you back to go get it,” he persuaded. “I’d go get it myself, but I don’t want you to disappear.”

You’d hold my clothes hostage to find me again, you grumbled internally. The three ravens stilled and took their time looking down at the man. After their analyzing, they took off, leaving you feeling truly cornered and alone. The man saw your face crumble as you watched them go and he ached for your sorrow.

“Well, neither of us are going anywhere, so-” he blew out a long breath and looked down at the tree’s base “-might as well get to know each other.” He found a spot he deemed worthy and settled into the cradle between two large swells of roots. He craned his head back to check on you and found you still staring down at him. He couldn’t decide if he preferred your teary glare to the lost look you sent the birds; both had him wounded.

“I’ll start,” he offered patiently, looking down to his hands fidgeting with his gold rings between his bent knees. “My name’s Sanji.”

He waited a good twenty seconds but received no response. He looked back up and you stared down.

“Can I have your name, chérie?” he pleaded gently.

He was met with more silence.

“Okay,” Sanji relented. “Okay, Mademoiselle, that’s fine. I’ll talk for both of us for now.”

He settled in deeper against the tree, continued his fidgeting, and wished he had his cigarettes.

“I’m a chef; feeding people is my greatest joy,” he started earnestly. “I was sailing the seas, feeding a patchwork crew. Our captain managed to find trouble everywhere he went, dragging us along with him toward his ridiculous dream.”

Sanji paused. You watched as he raked a hand through his shiny blonde hair and attentively took in the way his face softened into a fond smile. Craning further for a better look, you managed to see the sad scrunch in his brows conflicting with the upturn of his lips.

“He was dragging us towards our own foolish dreams, too, though. I want to find the All Blue,” he admitted. He looked up in time to see your incredulous look and the curious tilt of your head. They made him burst out in bright laughter at the dramatic shift in expression from you. You hated how pretty he looked like that.

“Yeah, that’s what I expected; most people think it's a fairytale.” He calmed his chuckles and asserted delicately, as much to himself as to you, “I know it’s out there though. It has to be.”

You fought hard against this man’s charms chipping away at your suspicions. Your complaining injuries helped keep you cautious, even through the strong pull of his placating eyes.

“Our captain would like you. Anyone with your tenacity catches his eye. He’d probably want to add you to his collection,” Sanji joked lightly. “You would fit right in; our navigator and decipherer always respect a strong woman like themselves. Our musician and engineer are welcoming to new company. Our sniper and doctor might fear you a bit though.” He took a moment to think before looking down and grumbling, “And that damn mosshead would complain, but when isn’t he.”

You were about to start tuning him out, needing to defend yourself from being endeared, when his next words cemented your curiosity to the forefront of your mind.

“I guess it doesn’t matter now. I’m stuck here.”

He sounded so heartbroken. You knew that sound; had heard it leaking from your father and brothers - from your own lips.

“My family-” he spit the word with potent vitriol “-found a use for me. Pulled me back here with a threat against my real family.”

You diligently tried to see the emotions in his face, but he kept it firmly turned from you, hiding away. You cursed him for adding a sad ache to your chest as if you didn’t already have enough pains. Looking again at his fine clothes, you began to wonder if they felt more like a trap than a trophy to him. Sanji turned back up to you and his heart stuttered at the first glimpses of compassion on your face. It made you even more beautiful.

“I-I’m sorry, chérie, I didn’t mean to make this a therapy session.” He chuckled awkwardly at his own foible, frustrated with himself for dumping his emotions on you but happy with the result. You decided with great conflict that his unsure smile was just as pretty as his laugh-scrunched face. He let that smile slide off of him, meeting you instead with a vulnerably relaxed face that looked so intrinsically forlorn. Seeing his bare humanity, you needed no further prompting.

Sanji watched in bewildered awe as you pursed your lips at him and sent him a warbling whistle. Your imitation was perfect; it sounded exactly like a robin greeting the sun.

“What…” he trailed off, still taken aback by the strange but sweet turn. “What does that mean?”

You finally allowed yourself to relax your posture and settled your beaten body to splay across the tree’s limbs. Your legs dangled around a few branches, allowing them some much needed relief, and you laid on your front, making it easier to keep your watchful eyes on the man below you. Bedding your forehead into your forearm, you offered a miniscule smile from tight lips before repeating the birdsong.

“It’s beautiful,” Sanji complimented. “Fitting for such a striking lady.”

You scrunched your nose disapprovingly at him and whistled out a piercing warning call.

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughed. “I just can’t help myself with-”

Avian shrieks split the air and you shot up to find their source. You easily ignored the whimper the action forced from you, but Sanji struggled to do the same.

“Ma chérie, please be careful-”

You spotted six flapping wings and laughed in bright joy, fully distracting Sanji from his worries. The flying forms looked odd; one had a bulbous blob by its head and the other two had billowing streams of color falling from them. You recognized the streams as cloth as they grew closer, but the final item remained a mystery. That raven landed the easiest, having nothing that would snag on leaves or branches. The other two were having much more trouble.

You giggled again at their hijinx, fully amused by their frustrated crying and hopping and flapping at the edge of the tree. To help them, you began weaving your way out towards them until you were at the limits of the branches’ strength to hold your weight. You reached your arm out as far as it would go, feeling the straining stretch in each joint, but still fell short of bridging the gap between you. The whole time, Sanji was calling up fretful and concerned warnings, which you easily ignored.

Despite your attempts to help, the two raven still just fretted about and progressed no closer to a solution. A shrill whistle cut their actions short and captured their attention. You held up two fingers to them then pointed to the smaller garment. They stayed still and you frowned at them with all the practiced disappointment of a school teacher. You repeated the actions with more gusto, this time finishing the display with a hand waving them toward you. Suddenly getting the memo, both ravens began working the same cloth in your direction, repeating the process of free-shift-snag until it was within your reach.

You grabbed the familiar green cloth and held it in front of you, recognizing an oversized men’s shirt. The ravens continued their work until you were holding a pair of loose beige pants too. You gave the two birds a loving pet and a quick kiss on their bowed heads in thanks. You slinked your way down to about thirty feet from the ground, seeking more open space between the branches to change out of your sopping and torn dress.

Sanji took in the whole exchange with wonder.

“You really are the Witch of the Wood,” he whispered reverently.

Your face twisted with confusion at the title and you rapidly shook your head.

“But your ravens!” he argued. “They all say the Witch has three ravens for familiars - that they help her spy on all who enter this stretch of forest.”

Well… he’s close, you admitted to yourself. You squeezed the excess water out of your ruined skirts (you hoped some would land on his head), removed your freezing underwear, and slid the pants on under your skirts. The top went on next, acting as a cover for you as you squirmed your arms out of the sleeves of your dress. Once that was accomplished, you began shoving the heavy material through the neck of the shirt. The process was frustrating; the wet material clung to you with every move, forcing you to make more and more and agitate your wounds further and further. When you finally managed to get it all out of the shirt, you shoved your arms through their holes and pulled the dress over your head.

Luckily, your quick work left a minimal transfer of moisture from your old outfit to your new one. The relief of mostly dry clothes felt even greater than you imagined, and you took great pleasure in balling the ruined fabric up and tossing it to ricochet its way down the tree, landing next to Sanji with a great plop. Staring at him again, you turned bitter at the reminder of the title he gave you. I am no witch. You wished you aimed for his head.

The deep crimson smears and fingerprints Sanji spotted on your discarded clothes refreshed his worry. He had gotten far too distracted trying to charm you and even more distracted once he saw your smile. Sometimes he regretted his overwhelming soft spot for women. Then he would see another woman and have that thought overwhelmed. C’est la vie.

“Bichette,” he cooed, hoping again to win you by charm, “ma chérie, please let me take you back. We need to get those wounds looked at.”

You looked down your nose at him then pointedly turned away, looking instead to the final raven bearing a gift for you. He was still holding tight to a cloth knot at the top of a parcel, but he had adjusted to rest its weight on the branch below him while he waited for your attention. You grabbed the parcel from him, immediately noting the intricate weave of the fabric beneath your fingers, matching well with the delicate patterns unfolding throughout it. This must belong to the expensive man at the foot of the tree. A shame to get bloody fingerprints on his fineries, you thought with sadistic glee. Serves him right for chasing me through my woods.

Untying the cloth proved easier on your fingers than your wardrobe change, they had turned to a monotonous pounding instead of the sharp alerts of pain sometime during your first challenge. Opening the wrapping revealed two containers of food, a smaller one sat atop the larger. First popping the top option open, you found two perfectly prepared pieces of meat on the bone. They were seared to perfection, browned just so, and smelled of gentle spices, just enough to enhance the natural flavor of the meat. You snapped the container back closed so you could check in the other. This one contained the most mouth-watering curry you’d ever seen or smelled, nestled in a thick pool next to fluffy white rice. You looked back and forth between the food and the man below with a raised brow.

“A quick lunch I whipped up,” Sanji responded to your unspoken question. You rolled your eyes at him, doubtful that anything in this meal could be made quickly. Maybe the rice. You wrote his dismissal off as showboating in a further attempt to woo you.

Having no silverware, you prepped your fingers as best as you could by dabbing them on the rich cloth, licking them to wet any dried blood or dirt, and repeating the process until only the barely there leak of fresh blood remained on your raw fingertips and broken nails. The process had them stinging angrily at you again, leaving you biting desperately on your tongue to hold back whimpers that still pushed through. Thankfully, it didn’t take very long. The river water had rinsed them mostly clean, leaving only the layered mess of blood and the dirt from your climb.

Taking a clump of sticky rice, you scooped up a bit of the fragrant orange curry. The taste was just as divine as the smell and you moaned at the best food you’d had in years. You bit into a piece of the scrumptiously tender meat next, recognizing sea king, and you were yet again reminded of Sanji’s opulence. You had to admit to his good taste though; the meat from this variety of sea king leaned much more towards chicken than fish in both texture and flavor, absorbing the bold mix of spices in the curry perfectly. Judging by the vibrant tint to the meat, he set it in a well-crafted marinade as well. Had he not told you he was a chef before you got the food, you would have never believed this was the work of his own hands.

“At least I know you’re getting a good meal,” Sanji said. You were angered and endeared by his honesty. “I came to The Wood for a break. Before the rumors of the Wretched Witch of the Wood, this land and its river were known for their beauty. I can see why now.” He looked up to you with warm eyes and an affectionate smile. You snubbed your nose at him.

“Before I found you, my plan was to find the calm stretch of river, wade around, then sit and eat where absolutely nothing and no one needs me. I chose the food to bring the memory of some of my friends with me.”

You slowed your ravenous shoveling to stare at what was left of the curry with guilt twisting your gut. If it were just food you were taking, you’d happily rob this rich stranger blind, but memories were a different story. Your gaze roamed your three ravens, earning inquisitive coos from them with your misty eyes. You centered your gaze back on the massacred curry, feeling hot shame smother over you. A gentle beak nudged at your cheek.

Sanji let himself sit in the quiet following his confession. He was glad you slowed down, fearing you’d upset your stomach with a quick and filling meal, but he did have to admit, it warmed his heart how much the messy display reminded him of his captain.

While he had no great time to appreciate the beauty of the scenery before, he found the time now. Trees old and new clustered lovingly around each other in a long stretch, interwoven with blooming hedges of mountain laurel and patches of lacy ferns. Moss hugged the damp places of The Wood, keeping them warm and alive. The earth here was not soft; it was made of packed dirt, rock falls, giant boulders, and wrestling roots, but sweeps of dead leaves did their best to cushion the path of each resident.

The river that had previously felt so threatening and cruel now soothed him with its endlessly running waters. He was mesmerized as his eyes followed the shifts from a shrouding deep blue to frothing white and back again. The cycle felt endless and inevitable, stable and sure, outside the reach of time or the shortfalls of consciousness. It made him small, it made his problems small, and he found peace.

The whisper of rustling feathers broke him from his blissful mindlessness. Sanji turned to see one of your ravens nudging the mound of his tied cloth toward him. The reminder of you made him realize he hadn’t heard a peep from you since he started his zoning. He found you had fully turned your back to him and you were staying statue-still. Now slightly concerned, he reached for the cloth only to stop with a surprised yelp when the raven pecked his hand. It cawed mockingly at him before flying right back to your side.

Reaching cautiously despite the raven’s distance, Sanji grasped his cloth. Again, he looked at your bloodied fingerprints with a clenching heart, but he brushed past it as best as he could and untied the limp fabric. Laying out the cloth, he saw that it held the smaller of his food containers. Opening that, he found the two pieces of meat on the bone untouched. His cheeks ached with the force of his new smile.

“Thank you, ma chérie, you’re very kind,” he called up to you. He shook his head at your lack of response and began munching happily.

Hearing that he had begun his own meal, you were able to stomach the rest of your food.

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The sun had long since bruised the sky, its wounds showing the end of their healing in purples and blues instead of oranges and pinks. Sanji still sat stubbornly and dutifully at his post under your tree. You had succumbed to sleep a while ago, your body much too ravaged and worn to fight the need for rest any longer.

Seeing you’d fallen under, Sanji tried to scale the tree to bring you down and carry you back to get help, but each attempt was swiftly thwarted by stabbing beaks and talons. They first started as more of a threat, tugging at his clothes, but as he got bolder in his attempts so did the ravens. They found their courage to fight him and would not back down. Instead, Sanji backed off fully after a beak opened his hand for first blood and the other two readied their screeching weapons at each of his eyes.

Retreating from them, Sanji took his time to collect you some fresh water from a fast-flowing piece of the river in his rinsed container. He used the clean inside of his cloth to dry the excess from the outside of the sealed container before laying it carefully on the expensive fabric at the base of your tree like an offering. He stood before it and looked at you through the time passing around his frozen stance, wishing he could just decide what was best for you. Your ravens seemed to think it was not him, nor his wishes to take you away. They were adamant that you were best left to rest as the tree cradled you. He supposed this forest was your home, it fit for its pieces to care for you.

Then again, it was the very river of these woods that so readily snatched you up to steal you from the living.

Sanji waited until the sky had grown much darker than the deep blue of his eyes in the waning light to leave you. He feared more for your future than finding his way across the river and out of The Wood in the dark. Before he could tear himself away though, he had to take you in one more time, hoping the vision will last him until the next time he lays eyes on you. He grieved for the state of you; not just your new hurts but your patchy clothes, your frayed hair, your callused hands. He felt especially for the prominent ribs that greeted him when he wrapped his arms around you to free you from the river. His mind toiled with worries and indecision his whole trek back to the castle.

“Oh, Bichette, how am I going to help you?”

~ ~ ~ ••• ✦✦✦ ••• ~ ~ ~

End Notes: Robins can symbolize renewal, new beginnings, and finding joy as they are one of the first signs of spring. They are also part of the dawn chorus, announcing the sun each morning.

#sanji x reader #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #opla sanji #writing collab #afab reader #x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #opla #fem reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #my writing #opla sanji x reader

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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head over skates | jjk

— summary; jungkook doesn’t get jealous but here you are, bringing out new sides of him.

pairing; ice hockey player!jungkook x f. reader

rating; PG-13

word count; 802

warnings/content; swearing, ice. hockey. player jungkook 😩

–– SERIES MASTERLIST · # TAG · MOOD BOARDS

a/n; in honor of today being my bday, here’s a hockey player jungkook drabble based on a reel i saw on Instagram as per request of @kookingtae 🫶🏼🥹 enjoy!

Jeon Jungkook is not a jealous person.

He has always been the one everyone was jealous of – good-looking, perfect grades, talented ice hockey player, always hooking up with the prettiest girls on campus. He has it all and everyone is always jealous of him. No one has ever caused Jeon Jungkook to be the jealous one.

Or overprotective, for that matter.

But lately a certain girl has been making him act on his feelings rather than his common sense. What it is about you, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he hates when he sees other guys look at you as if you’re free to take.

Jungkook has been walking around campus, holding your hand for a month already and yet some guys are stupid enough to make a move or flirt with you as if Jungkook isn’t the one to kiss you goodnight and hold you tight at the end of the day.

Jealousy usually never rules him but ever since he entered the arena and noticed you on the bleachers, sitting next to that one guy from your psychology class, he’s been focusing on that more than warming up for the game of tonight.

“Jeon!”

The voice of his coach pulls him back to present time, Jungkook’s widened eyes tearing themselves from you and that guy to his coach, stern eyes staring at him. His coach doesn’t have to say a word for Jungkook to understand what he’s telling him – get your head out of your ass and get ready for the game.

From your seat on the bleachers, you’re watching Jungkook. There’s a small smile on your face as you watch him skate over the ice, gracefully and without difficulty – the talent oozing off him without him doing much. The smoothness of his moves causes the talent to shine out of him, the number #10 on the back of his jersey looking weirdly attractive on him.

It’s just a number, stop acting like this, ____.

“Ugh, boys look so good in hockey gear,” your friend groans softly from beside you, causing you to chuckle.

It’s almost as if she just read your mind and decided to speak up about it.

However, you let her words drift off into the air. You focus back on Jungkook and his teammates as your friend keeps talking about hot hockey players. A loud intro melody starts playing over the speakers, tuning out your friend’s rambling. You look up, eyes focusing on the screen.

Kiss-cam.

It’s your first hockey game ever since you started college; the sport itself never caught your interest beforehand but lately a certain boy has been changing your interests and hockey quickly became one of your biggest interests since he’s the team captain and (probably) also because he looks good in his hockey gear.

You watch with a grin as the camera focuses on different couples in the arena. Some of them turn shy and awkward as soon as they realize they’re on the big screen. Others find it funny and give each other kisses that makes your grin widen and your heart tingle in all sorts of ways. However, your grin soon falters the tiniest bit when you see yourself on the big screen alongside Minhyuk from your psychology class.

Minhyuk is smirking at you and shrugging when you turn to face him, his expression saying the sentence ‘oh, would you look at that – what a coincidence!’ As much as you find the kiss-cam entertaining and funny, you didn’t exactly plan on being a part of it.

Especially not with someone like Minhyuk.

However, before you can protest, he’s leaning closer. Just as he’s about to connect his lips with yours in a kiss there’s a loud noise, startling the two of you. It causes Minhyuk to move away just enough for you to breathe normally again, a sigh of relief leaving you as you glance in the direction of the loud noise of something banging against the glass to the bleacher seats.

You spot a pair of darkened, glaring brown eyes staring at Minhyuk with so much fury his head would blow up if possible. You watch your classmate gulp nervously as Jungkook mouths words that aren’t to be mistaken.

“Back. the. fuck. off.”

Your friend lets out a quiet squeal as Jungkook glances at you before turning his back to the bleachers, skating away to gather his team together. You sit frozen in place, not sure what to do or say as you watch the number on Jungkook’s back move further and further away, the look of anger on his face when he told Minhyuk to back off burned into your brain and staying there for the rest of the game.

Tonight is going to be interesting.

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legacyshenanigans · 10 months

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@legacygirlingreen sent me gifts again 😩💚🐍

More Marvolo mood board's!

She also sent me a NSFW one which is HOT as fuck, but DAAAMN there's no way I can post it because of the visuals

🤣🫦💚

#marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo gaunt #marvolo gaunt headcanon #the gaunts hc #the gaunt family

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javierpena-inatacvest · 6 months

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... Okay listen you guys I really did not think Dad!Javi was gonna consume my thots thoughts as much as he has this past week... DO I START DOUBLE DIPPING AND START WRITING MORE ONE SHOTS FOR THEIR FAMILY?!?! MY DUMBASS MADE THIS MOOD BOARD AND NOW I AM CRUMBLING INTO A MILLION PIECES 😭😩🥹

I also swear I am working on Chapter 17, idk what it's been about these past few days that has me feral for Dad!Javi and the Peña family, but here we are 🫠

#Javi x Osita #Dad!Javi #javier peña x f!reader #Please you guys I'm literally not okay

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lorelune · 2 years

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sensibilities

|| nanami kento x reader || T || a/b/o + hurt/comfort || wc: 3.4k || ao3 ||

You snarl, Nanami stays.

minors, antis, and ageless blogs dni

a/n: here’s a lil slice of the a/b/o AU that i’ve been living in for the past few months :’^) this is more or less a vent fic that’s set in the world, and getting to play w some of the world building while also using nanami as an emotional sounding board is just always so 😩✌🏻💗💗💗 enjoy!

CW: omegaverse (omega reader, alpha nanami, liberties taken within the AU), established relationship (prolly), reader is described briefly with visible blush, reader is snippy & a lil mean, comfort comfort comfort, heaps of it, loads of it!

The rain fit the mood, it seemed.

It came down hard enough that the slap of droplets against your porch window nearly drowned out the sound of your own haggard breathing. You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to throw yourself into the downpour, soak yourself through a second time, and scream or curl up in your nest and pray the feeling in your chest subsides. And that Nanami will leave, soundlessly, without requesting any further information about your mood.

You know you’re being unfair.

He deserves an explanation— he really does. It doesn’t matter that you’re in a particularly sensitive part of your cycle, or that you were triggered in such a way. It doesn’t justify your behavior. It doesn’t justify how you’re acting or make it okay. You know that, and you hate that you know how unreasonable you’re being. Yet, you’re entirely aware that you can’t stop.

“You should go.” You don’t look at him when you say in. You cradle your forehead in your hands and count your breaths. “We can talk about this later.”

Nanami doesn’t respond and doesn’t move either.

It makes you want to snap. Growl. Shout and stomp and have a tantrum, like a goddamn child. You know it’s not him— none of this is about him. It’s all you. Every last feeling bubbling and boiling you from the inside out has nothing to do with Nanami. It’s all your insecurities and trauma, pushed to the surface and festering in a way that feels so entirely uncontrollable. It’s yours to bear, and no one else's.

You rake your bitten nails over the scent glands in your neck, for both your own relief and so that they put off an extra wave of the acrid pheromones that you’re sure are suffocating Nanami. Good, part of you nearly cheers when you get the metallic edge to your scent. You smell like a properly cagey omega, radiating such an offensive aura that you’re surprised Nanami can even stand to be in the same apartment as you, let alone the same room.

“I don’t feel comfortable leaving you like this,” Nanami says, still unmoving.

You don’t look up at him, you don’t need to, to know that he’s wearing an expression that straddles pity and deep concern. You want to shove him out your apartment door, lock it, and block his number. Better yet, move, hop a train and go to some tiny little town to never be bothered again. It would be far better than having to deal with this, with people who care too much like him— better yet, people who try to care at all—

Nanami says your name, firm and authoritative. The omega in you cowers, but you still refuse to look at him. You hunch further over your kitchen counter, massaging your temples and white-knuckling the fabric of your shirt. There’s an inkling of an idea to submit to him, to bow and fall to your knees and beg the alpha to stay and balm your wounds, even if he can’t see them. You hate how loud it is. You hate how you have to swallow a whimper and chew your lip to keep the sound caged.

He takes a step toward you and you flinch, exhaling hard and hot. You don’t want to snap, but you’re at the razor's edge, just a breath or two away from screaming—

“I want to help you,” Nanami’s closer now, and when you peak at the floor from behind your palm; you can see the tips of his house slippers. “But, I can’t do that unless you tell me what’s wrong.”

He’s being firm, but not overbearing. He’s not crowding you, or pestering you— god forbid, demanding that you pour your bleeding, screaming heart at him. He’s coaxing. Nanami is doing the exact right thing, and it still isn’t enough. Because you’re not just some omega in preheat, are you? You’re not some hormonal mess (well, you are, but not in this context), you hurt and not the typical, needy, stubborn omega who’s baiting a kind alpha for attention.

“‘What’s wrong?’” You parrot, something bubbling up in the back of your throat. “What’s wrong, Kento, is that you’re still here when you should be fucking off somewhere and leaving me alone.”

You wince at your own words. Why are you being so cruel? Why are you lashing out? If Nanami would just leave, he wouldn’t have to see you like this. Deal with you like this. You could handle this on your own, as you always do.

Before Nanami can reply, you back peddle.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize, shaking your head and wrapping your arms around your midsection. “You need to go, Kento. I’m not in any headspace to have a calm discussion about my feelings right now. We can get lunch in a few days, and talk then.”

Good. Isolate, process, cry and hate yourself a little, and then get back on your feet. Good as new!

“No.”

You freeze, then slowly raise your head up. You’re barely able to see Nanami in your periphery, and you can’t make out the expression on his face. You feel heat chase from the top of your spine to the tips of your fingers, “… ‘no’? What the fuck does that mean, Kento?”

“It means that I’m not leaving you in this state,” Nanami keeps his voice measured, unwavering in tone. “You’re clearly distressed, and I don’t want to leave you on your own to manage this. I want to help, and I have several reasons to believe you need help.”

God, you really fucking hate when people tell you what you need. Even if Nanami is courting you, seriously courting you, he doesn’t fucking ‘know’ you. Not this part of you, anyways. The ugly mean part that you shove and bury and silence in private. He doesn’t get to know that part of you, no one does—

(Lest, you frighten them off.)

Nanami steps behind you, hovering, and speaks just above a whisper, “Something is hurting you, and I cannot in good conscious leave you alone to hurt.”

You snap.

You whirl around, still not meeting Nanami’s eyes, looking past him and speaking past him too. The feeling in your throat that’s been rising higher and higher drips from the back of your tongue to the front, souring every word and thought you could spew.

“Oh my fucking god,” You laugh, really laugh, because this is ridiculous and Nanami should just fucking leave. “Why won’t you listen and just leave. Me. Alone.”

“Because—”

“Because, why?” You ask, chest heaving. “Because I’m some fragile, weak omega who needs some alpha to pet me and tell me that’s its ‘all gonna be okay’?”

(You recognize, for a moment, how nice that would be, but shove down the feeling quickly.)

“No, that’s not it at all,” Nanami counters, and you turn your head to the side and sigh loud and hard. “It has very little to do with your omega status, but rather that you’re someone I care about, and I don’t want to see you suffer alone. It… hurts more, that way.”

“I’ll be fine, promise,” You scoff and huff.

“I think ‘fine’ for you is quite relative, dear.”

“Stop that,” You bark, a growl sparking in the back of your throat. “Stop talking like you know me. Stop talking like you ‘get’ the part of me that’s hurting right now.”

He says your name again, calls it out, but you refuse to hear it.

“NO!” You snap, going chest to chest with Nanami and snapping your teeth. The omega in you feels feral, ready to chomp and bite if it means you’ll be free and out of this situation. If it can rest and feel safe in your nest, even if you’re vibrating with adrenaline. “You don’t get it, Kento.”

“I could, if you’d let me.”

You turn your gaze to the floor, before slipping away from him, breathing far too hard and fast as you enter your living room. The rain keeps smacking against the glass, and it feels like a horrid staccato for your thoughts to follow in an awful, lilting tune.

“Do you really want to know, Kento? Really?” You laugh, running a hand through your already wild hair. It’s still damp from your earlier walk in the downpour. “I get it, I get you, and I know what you’re trying to do.”

“And, what’s that?”

“Take care of me.” You say, with a harsh breath and shake your head. You don’t want to be doing this. Shut the fuck up. “Be kind to me, when I’m like ‘this’. You’re trying to support a burning, collapsing building with bare arms and oven mitts, Kento. It’s a losing game.”

“… Do you really think of yourself that way?” Kento asked, softly.

You ignore him, you have to, and you keep speaking, “I don’t… I don’t want you to get tangled up in this part of me, Kento. I’ve already snapped at you. I’m being fucking mean, and I’d prefer to handle this alone. I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”

“Why do you think your anger will hurt me, personally?”

“… I don’t know,” You sputter, “because that’s what anger does. At least, when I’m like this. And the more you try to ‘take care of me’ in that alpha-way I can feel you preambling too, the worst it’ll hurt."

“Even if you get barbed with me, it won’t make me care about you any less,” Kento says, softly. Like he’s sad you’ve… forgotten that fact. “I promise.”

“That’s not enough, it’s still cruel, I’m cruel—”

He calls your name, trying to pull you up from your rapidly developing spiral.

“Kento, I love you, and I can’t get away from the feeling that I’ll hurt you when I’m upset. I’ll hurt you when you’re trying to be kind to me and to take care of me. It’s your baser desire to protect me, versus my baser desire to protect me, and they’re incompatible.”

Kento stays quiet, listening.

“I just…” You fist your hand in your hair, begging for anything, anything to ground you. “I never have gotten this, you know? Sure, yeah, maybe, there’s a part of me that wants to be taken care of. Maybe it's a lot of me. But I don’t know how to be taken care of, without lashing out and hurting you. I don’t know how to accept your kindness in such a way, not so bluntly when I’m like this.”

“I’ve never gotten this before,” You admit again, something unwinding in your chest. “You know, beta parents with a 'beta’ brother. They didn’t cater to any of those… nurturing-craving needs I had when I was young. I’ve never had a proper mate or partner, either. I’ve always had to satiate those urges by myself, and I do a good enough job.”

You sniffle.

“So, it’s fucking scary, to let you in like this. What if I hurt you? I don’t how to step and move around people when everything’s so bad up here,” You tap your temple. “I know how to take care of myself. I… I don’t need anyone to do it for me.”

Nanami’s behind you, somewhere, and you’re glad about it. Your shoulders are drawn up, and your eyes sting with tears you’re begging not to shed. Your hand move to cover your mouth, lest some sort of weak sob escape.

“Perhaps you don’t need anyone to help you. You are wildly self-sufficient, and you have lived without a pack or partners your whole life,” Kento says. “I don’t doubt that you could manage your current feelings but yourself. But, wouldn’t it be nice to be helped? To let someone else carry the burden, even for a short moment?”

You think about it, really think about it.

It does sound nice. The omega in you, the you in you, wants it. It wants to turn, and run into Nanami’s arms and let him hold you and care for you. You want to trust him in such a way. But, there are too many variables. Too many ways to get hurt, and do hurting.

“I’ve always had to do this alone,” You say again. “It’s easier this way.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Nanami speaks so gently, it nearly hurts. “It’s not easier, to hold all of this alone. I’d say it's far worse in the long run.”

You think about your recent doctor’s appointment, and the folded up post-appointment write-up that had a big, bold new diagnosis for ‘ONS - omega neglect syndrome (chronic)’ and its long list of referrals underneath. Treatment recommendations that ranged from a long-term care facility for immersive care to manage your symptoms, down to simple things like being scented once a day by people you trust and love.

It is worse, in the long run.

“Maybe,” You admit. “Probably.”

A few stray tears dripple from your eyes, and you’re quick to wipe them away. Nanami moves closer— close enough that the heat of him is seeping into you, despite your soaked dress and cardigan.

“It doesn’t need to be perfect, and neither do you,” Nanami nearly whispers. His voice mixes with the drizzle outside as low thunder hums, far-off. “I know it’s hard for you, but if you try, I promise to catch you.”

“… How do I know you won’t drop me?” Your voice wobbles with your tears, and it takes everything in you not to fully cry. You’re terrified of it— more than hurting others is hurting yourself. You don’t want to misstep and be let down so horrible. You can’t afford to shatter, can you?

Or, maybe, that’s just what you need. To shatter and dissolve and be reminded that things will be okay, even if you’re in a fluid, messy state.

“I won’t,” Nanami tells you, firm and easily. There’s so much intention in his voice, that it squeezes your chest, just between your ribs.

You sputter over a sob.

“I don’t want you to face the world alone anymore,” Nanami inches closer, palms resting on your tense shoulders. “You don’t have to. You shouldn’t have to, and you don’t need to anymore.”

Just let me in.

Just try.

“I m-might be bad at it,” You say as you paw at your cheeks. “I don’t know how even if I want it.”

“All you need to do is trust me,” Nanami begins, peeling the soaked cardigan from your frame and tossing it to the side, “And surrender, the best you can.”

With deft fingers, Nanami pulls the thin straps of your dress to the side, down your arms. Your shoulders are bare, and the scar tissue on your right side gnarls tight over the remnants of the scent gland there. He places either palm on the side of your neck, and with the pads of his thumbs, applies the most gentle pressure on your under-stimulated glands. You can feel it, even through the thick flesh of your scar.

The moment you feel it, you sink. You go slack and you cry.

You don’t know how to surrender, and such a term scares you, terrifies you even. But, you figure this must be a good start. You cry, and cry, and sob as Nanami massages the tender flesh, releases his own calming pheromones to keep you as pliant and soft as possible. Any urge for you to snap and shout has dissolved. All that’s left in your chest is the dissipating pressure, that your sure will take more than one good sob session to remedy.

But, you figure that maybe, you’ll be okay to have more. As much as it hurts, it’s cathartic.

Nanami coaxes you over to the couch and pulls you down to sit between his legs. You’re mostly on his lap, and in any other context, you’d be embarrassed and pink-cheeked, but you can’t pay it much mind then. You shove your face into the crook of his neck, soaking in his scent with an open mouth and wet eyelashes.

Nanami holds you through it. Above the rain, thunder, and your own ragged breathing, Nanami gives you quiet praise. Heaps of it— loads. It’s nothing overzealous, or exaggerated, just soft ‘I’ve got you’s and ‘You’re doing beautifully’s.

When you begin to recover, catching your breath for a few moments, Nanami smooths a hand over your hair and kisses your temple with an easy, “That wasn’t so hard, was it, dear? I’m proud of you.”

It should be condescending, but it just makes you sink into him more, “I t-tried.”

You hiccup and Nanami chuckles, all warm with something that fills you up. You want more of it.

“And you did so well,” Nanami smiles— you can hear it in his voice. His lips press firmly against your forehead. “I want to hold you for a while more, then get you some water, and you can relax in your nest. Take a shower to warm up, perhaps.”

“… Will you come to?” You ask, fisting his shirt in your tight fists. You clarified as your cheeks warmed. “T-to nest with me, I mean.”

“If you let me enter, then yes,” He rubs a firm hand up and down your spine, settling it on the fat above your waist. “We can take a good nap, and then talk and prepare dinner later.”

It’s odd, to have a plan laid out in front of you like this. It’s not any different from one you’d make for yourself when you’re spiraling, but it's so, so different having it laid out for you by your partner. Your prospective mate is telling you how he’s going to make sure you’re warm, happy, and fed. Wow. It sparks up something in the core of your brain, and you swear your synapses must light up like an overworked pinball table.

“That sounds good,” You agree, tucking yourself closer. “I-I need a little longer like this, though.”

“Of course,” Nanami squeezes you, hard enough to be on the edge of hurting. He’s reminding you of his proximity and strength, all in one. “Take all the time you need.”

You nod, soft and slow, and go limp against his chest. Nanami settles as well, back against the cushions, and wraps a free arm all the way around your waist. It feels secure, and you know that if you even tried to pull away, Nanami wouldn’t let you get far. His scent is thick and comforting and makes you dizzy in the best way possible. As much as you’re acting like a proper omega, Nanami expresses his alpha traits in his own way too.

You’ve seen some alphas who express their instincts through dominance displays with other means— fighting and shouting obscenities that scare you into submission. You know some alphas hit and claw to get omegas to comply with them. It’s fear and violence that guide some alphas when seeking to establish control and assert themselves.

Nanami’s not like that.

Nanami’s coaxed you into submission. All he did was give you a few choice words, gentle touches, and let you suck down his scent until your vision went fuzzy. Dimly, you don’t think that you’ve ever experienced this type of submission and care. It’s different than the overbearing, heavy-handed way you’d experienced in some of your omegan etiquette classes when you were young. It’s far different from the shameful displays some of the alphas at your workplace put on.

It’s just good.

It must be quite good for Nanami too because after some time, a rumbling purr echoes from the base of his throat. You nuzzle against him, where you feel the sound the strongest. You lick at the patch of skin even, your mind too foggy to realize the implications.

Nanami doesn’t seem to mind, and responds in kind, properly scenting you with the bump of his nose against your temple. You raise your head up as he rubs his cheek against your fully functional scent gland, and rubs the inside of his wrist over your back and arms. You do the same in turn, even pressing your lips against his jaw a few times.

“Thank you,” You say softly, after resting against him once more.

“Of course,” He replies, voice mixing with his pure as he draws you even closer.

And you think that maybe letting yourself be held every once in a while could be quite good.

thank you for reading <3

#lore writes #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami reader insert #jjk x reader #posting this one then running 🏃🏻‍♂️💨!!!#needing that hurt/comfort rn and a/b/o is so good for it #alpha nanami... woof #emotionally and physically #hope you enjoy!!!! 💕

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10, 11, 12 for the asks plsss

Thank you for the asks, lovely! 🥰

10. Do you prefer sneeze fics or sneeze wavs?

Hmm. I suppose it really depends what I'm trying to get out of it? For getting off quickly and reliably, wavs are definitely a go to! If I have more time I loooove reading snz fics though. Words and descriptions when used well are the most erotic things in the world imo! Also love consuming fanfic, not exclusively for getting off. I think it's probably a tie?

(I fucking LOVE a good observation, though 🥵)

11. Do you prefer masculine or feminine sneezes?

I don't think I have a preference! It really depends on each unique sneeze. When consuming content (wavs, videos, fics) it's a pretty even split! I'm a little more picky with my masculine sneezes though

(I approached this meaning more male and female? But it still applies if we're not talking specifically about sex and more like...manliness and womanliness lmao. Or whatever. I'm bisexual, it's literally all good across the board! 💕)

12. What is your favorite kind of sneeze? (harsh, wet, stifled, kittenish, etc.)

Oooh okay. Desperation and/or audible wetness are huge things for me, if I had to pick off the top of my head? But. I genuinely cannot get enough of all kinds of sneezes? I love vocally rich sneezes but I also really love when they just sound completely nasal or like a rush of wetness and air. Also can't say I strictly prefer stifles or let outs - it really just depends on my mood! I love audible build ups and talking between sneezes - someone blessing or excusing themselves is always 😩💦

I think it might be easier to say what I don't care for? And that is sneezes that sound exclusively like a yell, or those that just sound like coughs. You know. Good ol' snoughs. And whilst I can appreciate holdbacks I'm very impatient half the time and just want snz as soon as I can get it so 🤷‍♀️

(I always go back to 'Looking Up and In' on bondi's wav page - partially because I had my first ever orgasm listening to him lmao but also because he has a massive variety of extremely harsh, vocal and desperate sneezes mixed in with some smaller ones that just seem to really scratch the itch for me)

#in summation: I like a lot of things a lot #lol #nttalks

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marnz · 4 months

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2023 review

an extremely long post re: thoughts on this year

2023 was an extremely weird and fun year of a lot of personal growth! Late last year I had to take leave from work due to some health issues originating from burn out, and going into this year I was extremely nervous about returning to work. I was also determined to do more events and activities this year, which was my ~covid resolution~. And this year turned out to be way different from anything I could have imagined! Not only was returning to work successful, I could quickly tell that the time I took off was instrumental to my health going forward. The skills and perspective shift I practiced and worked on quickly proved themselves to be really important and I felt much better in just about every situation with them on board. I don't want to pretend that this year wasn't difficult--it was, it was stressful and full of a lot of hard work and uncertainty because I did a lot of stuff I had never done before, and tried a lot of new things, and also tried to make some decisions regarding my future. But all of that growth led to some really good things, which I wanted to document.

Good things:

got my driver's license

started doing yoga, which has been great for stress relief. now at the point where I have started to do it independently instead of relying on a class

got back into knitting and knit my first sweater!

saw several shows this year! and I went to a lot of them with friends

befriended some people at work! I always find it challenging to make the leap from work-friend to friend, but turns out going to concerts with people makes that happen. This is also nice bc a lot of my local friends have moved away due to cost of living

made a lot of training progress with Piper. Walking her is so much easier & enjoyable now, and I think our relationship has gotten even better. This has been a multi year project.

read 63 books this year, 13 more than last year. Audiobooks have been a life saver, and reading didn't feel like a chore the way it did at the end of last year.

returned to work successfully, started working on cool projects at work, and have gotten some recognition for it!

went to europe! on a sort of delayed honeymoon

wrote a couple more short stories and worked on original long term fiction a bunch

spent more time kayaking! and more time outside in general, hiking, walking piper, running, etc

got elected VP of the union and became a shop steward, which has been both very rewarding and very challenging

set clear financial goals that I am making progress towards

started being able to eat eggs again! not sure how this happened but it's been a life saver. thank you, immune system.

survived getting covid 😩

started adderall and oh my god....a game changer.

got better at setting boundaries

next year, I would like to work on:

becoming a morning person! I used to be a morning person and then when I got really depressed I lost that power. I know it's possible for me if I take the right steps. I've already started working on it because i'm a masochist

running. I hear it's so good for stress relief and it is so common in my field, plus it is a more attainable form of outside time than hiking (requires driving long distances, waiting for weekend, etc) or kayaking (seasonal, requires buying kayaks, waiting for weekend). my psych also told me that apparently exercise helps stabilize mood and adhd! two things i could def benefit from. i started running today and uhh we'll see how it goes lol. also, i don't drink, i don't smoke, i don't use substances of any kind, give me that fucking runner's high

driving more. driver's license or no, driving still scares me! i want to get to the point where I feel comfortable driving long distances alone, such as being able to take someone to the airport if the train isn't running

continuing big projects at work. honestly I am still considering law school and these projects will give me the chance to think deeply about whether complex litigation is for me.

writing. to be honest, while I still think about my writing projects almost daily, writing just isn't a priority right now. And that's fine. I want to give myself some space and time. i would not have been able to say this a year ago...

using my phone less! something I've noticed is that my phone sometimes makes me feel pretty agitated or i feel overwhelmed by notifications? and that I am happier and able to focus better if my phone is in the other room. for example, when i take a bath I typically put my phone in another room and then i am able to read for hours. I would like to work on this.

continuing creative hobbies. such as knitting, doing more wood working, learning how to sew, etc. brain feel good...

moving & creating a home. we are moving early in the new year, which I am stressed about, but I'm also really excited because it will be a great new space and the location is really, really good. i want to work on making sure this place is as cozy and happy as possible, and also set it up so we can host guests so loved ones can come visit more easily

continuing to build a wardrobe i am happy with! I think I have written before that a lot of my work clothes make me feel like I'm wearing drag, and I'd like to fix that and also continue to knit myself customized pieces I love. like, a sweater vest to wear with a white button down, etc. gender wise i am just vibing but I like menswear more and I would like to continue exploring that

this year I have spent more time talking with my dad and my partner about the future, and while I am still considering law school everyone, including me, is worried about my health w/r/t that, let alone financial shit. my thoughts on this are...I need to have a solid stress management infrastructure in place to be a happy person, regardless of what I do in the future. Knitting & yoga & taking Piper on very long walks daily, plus having stuff to look forward to (shows), has really helped me this year, so I would like to continue exploring that.

as far as work...well I would like it to dictate my life less. right now I'm working from home (office is being remodeled) and I feel like the most boring person alive because I am just. home all the time. I do find work novel because last year I was doing high stress complex litigation and absolutely falling apart over it and this year I'm so chill while doing the same sort of thing. mainly because I have spent so many hours building stress management processes, working on perfectionism, getting perspective, and i've recovered from burn out. game fucking changer! my workload is way too high really high right now, which I don't love, and I keep being put in extremely challenging situations! but that's okay.

anyway. I don't want to misrepresent my life and claim it was exclusively wins this year...there were some really difficult months. December in particular has been so hard. but I'm really happy that I tried so much new stuff this year and I'm excited for 2024.

sending love to y'all! <3

#currently #long post tag #also should i make a post about books i read in 2023 and the best and worst ones?? lmk

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