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I've been rereading the whole shanties for a weary voyager series and ngl. the scene where makino shows up at the party/alliance meeting in Sea Songs is just. perfection. Shanks worrying about Makino and Makino being all like 'sup? our daughter is stealing the show' and it's so goddamn cute i've been grinning like a fool for the past half hour
I'm still reeling from the fact that you're rereading the WHOLE thing, but oh, I'm delighted that you love this scene!!
#Makino showing up at Luffy's pirate summit is the spiritual predecessor to her council of pirates in Andromeda Unbound and On the Water#and it's one of the parts of Sea Songs I loved writing the most#<3<3<3
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Rhysand Fic Rec Library ๐ฆ๐
"Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord. Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord."
here's a list of one hundred Rhysand x Reader and Rhysand x OC fics to celebrate the most handsome High Lord โจ
๐ผ personal favorite
๐ฅ angst
๐ fluff
๐ฅ smut
by @sarawritestories
The Most Beautiful High Lady ๐ฅ๐
You Looked Like You Could Use a Partner ๐
by @lalacliffthorne
starshine (series) ๐ฅ๐
by @marvelsmylife
Not As It Seems ๐ฅ๐
Protecting his high lady ๐ฅ๐
I think I wanna marry you ๐
by @swansworth
The Handsome Stranger ๐ฅ๐
My High Lady ๐ฅ
by @writingsbychlo
how we survive ๐ฅ platonic Rhysand x Reader but it's AMAZING
Home To Us ๐๐ผ
How to Save a Life ๐
by @azrielsdove
The High Lords ๐ฅ๐ฅ
Til Death Do Us Part ๐ฅ๐ฅ
Money, Power, Glory ๐ฅ
Beautiful Girl ๐ฅ๐
by @historiaxvanserra
What Our Souls Are Made Of ๐ฅ๐
by @honeybeefae
Pretty Little Tears ๐ฅ
by @wishfulwithwine
The Great War ๐ฅ
by @leafsandstarlight
Against Your Brother's Wishes ๐ฅ๐
Easy Like Sunday Morning ๐๐ฅ
Welcome Distraction ๐ฅ
Little Reminders ๐
by @cherhys
Anything, Always ๐ฅ๐
Colliding Visions ๐
by @k-daydreams
Touch in the Dark ๐ฅ
by @azsazz
Dioxazine ๐
Lavender Haze
Hung Up ๐ฅ
by @jeannineee
Pining ๐ฅ
Daddy Kink ๐ฅ
by @ughthatimagineblog
love and loathing ๐๐ฅ
forever and a day ๐
by @fieldofdaisiies
I Never Mean to Hurt You ๐ฅ
by @daydreaming-nerd
The Bonds That Break Us ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ
by @hellcat8908
Returning Home ๐ฅ๐
by @thehighladywrites
This Isn't Goodbye, This Is Simply See You Later ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ
Just One More, I Know You Can Do It ๐๐ฅ
by @lure-of-writing
Where my soul can rest ๐ฅ
by @saphirered
The Ice Queen and the High Lord ๐ฅ
May We Meet Again
by @bookish-whore
'Til Death ๐
Never Made A Difference ๐ฅ
by @tadpolesonalgae
mine ๐ฅ
Knocked up ๐ฅ
by @itsphoenix0724
Promises ๐ฅ
by @fanttasttica
I hate you more.. ๐ฅ
Shy priestess ๐
Finding you ๐ฅ
Your love healed me ๐ฅ๐
Just love me ๐ฅ
One plus one makes three ๐
by @illyrian-dreamer
Dance with the devil
Make a bargain with me ๐๐ฅ
by @azrielbrainrot
My Body Keeps Saying it's Yours ๐ฅ
by @b00kdiary
Dreamer
by @solbaby7
Lose Control ๐
Put On A Show ๐ฅ
Testing the Waters ๐๐ฅ๐ผ
by @luxsky
Kicking out ๐
by @themusingsofacurlyhairednerd
Warm Me Up ๐๐ฅ
Datura
by @starstruckunknown-princess
Black Rose ๐ฅ
by @acourtofwhatthefuck
Needs Must ๐ฅ
With Me, Always ๐ฅ๐
Shrinking Violet ๐ฅ
Forget Me Not ๐
by @lanitalay
At sea ๐๐ฅ
by @redheadspark
Truth ๐๐ฅ
Carry ๐๐ฅ
My Pleasure ๐
Title ๐
by @azrielslightintheshadows
Game night disaster ๐ฅ
Between you and danger ๐ฅ
by @danikamariewrites
Take Them All Down ๐ฅ๐ผ
Only For You ๐
Pointless Meetings ๐
Pranks ๐
by @bloodycassian
winter court runaway
by @thevanserrras
The Stolen Night ๐ฅ๐
by @thelov3lybookworm
Winter Without You ๐ฅ
Love Needs No Voice
by @prythianpages
Wanna Be Yours ๐
by @milswrites
Out of the Mountain ๐ฅ
by @readychilledwine
Requiem for a Dream (series) ๐ฅ๐
Broken ๐ฅ
Flight Patterns ๐ฅ๐๐ผ
Subtle ๐
Scream ๐ฅ
Plot Measure ๐ฅ
Drumming Song ๐ฅ
Family Matters ๐ฅ
Pieces of You ๐ฅ๐ผ
by @clairebear08
Questioning Motives ๐ฅ
by @serpentandlily
Falling Apart for You ๐ฅ
by @shadowdaddies
Heavy is the Head ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ
Crawl to Me ๐ฅ๐ฅ
by @throneofsapphics
if you insist ๐
surprise reunions ๐ฅ
by @azriels-shadowsinger
Reunited ๐๐ฅ
by batboylover
secretly mated ๐ฅ๐
#rhysand#rhysand x reader#rhysand x y/n#rhysand x oc#rhysand x you#rhysand angst#rhysand fluff#rhysand smut#acotar#rhysand acotar#feysand#azriel#cassian#feyre archeron#rhys x feyre#rhys x you#rhys x reader#rhys x oc#rhysand x feyre#cassian x reader#azriel x reader#rhys acotar#high lord rhysand#high lord of the night court#rhysand fic#rhysand fic recs#acotar fic rec#acotar fic#pb speaks#x reader fic
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The perfect bunny
Pairing: Joel Miller x ff!reader
Summary: Christmas with Joel and bunny (for context joel is the boss of a group of criminals in the Boston QZ, and you are his girl)
Warnings: rushed writing, unprotected p in v sex, and a whole lot of fluff
A/n: Happy holidays guys, I love you all so very very muchโค๏ธ
This is part of a series but it can be read alone. If you wanna read more of Joel and bunny, click here
He had done everything.
Everything you asked for, he had made come true.
Your house was filled with every Christmas decoration he had found in the whole QZ, garlands, mistletoe, little raindeers and Santa clauses overfilled your shelves, and then right there, in the middle of the living room, was the centerpiece... the tree, filled to the brim with ornaments you had put up together, as a family, because that's what you were, you and him, a family.
He even went as far as finding an old cd with christmas songs, all because you mentioned once how much you missed hearing them.
You'll never know what you did to deserve him, to deserve such unconditional, pure love, but what you didn't know is that he felt exactly the same, that the reason he did everything you asked, always, was because you had saved him in more ways he could have ever explained.
And now, now in a world gone to hell, in a world that in many ways wasn't even a world anymore, where people didn't live, but survived, thanks to him, and thanks to you, you were alive again, and you were celebrating Christmas in a way you thought had become unimaginable.
"this is for you" you grinned, handing him his neatly packaged present.
You were sat under the tree as you had insisted, having ignored his protests about his achy back.
"for me?" he asked, his excitement piercing through his tone.
He hadn't gotten a gift in years if he didn't count you, so of course he was happy.
"yes daddy, all for you" You nodded eagerly
"mhh" he hummed, unwrapping it with care, his lips splitting into one of those huge, almost childish smiles he didn't grant himself often enough.
"20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" he breathed, grasping the book as if it was the most precious treasure on this earth "Where did you even find this?"
You chuckled, leaning closer to him "You're not the only one who people answer to around here Miller"
"'s that right?" he smirked, amused
"damn right" you laughed, leaving a quick peck on his lips "You like it?"
"I love it bunny" he answered in a second, still smiling wholeheartedly "I can't believe you remembered, thank you"
"of course I remembered" you grinned, shaking your head before he brought his lips to yours again to show you just how grateful he was, which according to the way he didn't seem in any way willing to lean away, was a whole lot.
You giggled, breaking the kiss
"I've got you something too, baby"
Your eyes widened, every feature of yours brightening with glee.
"you did?" you smiled "I thought the ones you gave me this morning were my gifts" you murmured giddily.
"Not a chance bunny" he shook his head, stroking your cheek "Making you come is just as much your pleasure as it is mine"
You hummed in contentment, biting your bottom lip as he fished something out of his pajama pants, handing you a tiny wrapped something.
You took it in your hands, looking up at him with joy.
"I know the wrapping's not great," he said, a little self-conscious now that he saw what a gorgeous package you'd made him
"What are you talking about?" you reassured him "It's perfect, daddy"
You held your breath as you opened it, remaining immobilized at the sight before you once the paper was all gone.
It was a necklace. A tiny silver necklace, with the cutest bunny hanging at the bottom.
Your eyes filled with tears as you looked up at him, your hands shaking ever so little.
"Joel" you whispered, at a loss for words "This is... this is beautiful" you breathed "H-how did you even get it?"
"had to make just a few people mad, but that's about it" he shrugged, relishing in the amazement on your face.
"A few people?" you couldn't help but laugh, a small tear fleeing your eye "I-I don't know what to say, baby, this is- this is gorgeous"
"you don't have to say anything" he promised, "c'mon, let's go to the mirror so I can put it on you"
And so, with wobbly legs, you followed him to the mirror a few feet away at the entrance of your home.
He stepped beside you, and you handed him the piece, watching as he put it on you with care, leaving a little kiss on your shoulder when he was done.
And of course, it sat perfectly right between your chest, a little piece of him to carry everywhere you went.
"Joel I love it" you whispered "It's-it's perfect"
He hummed contently, his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your reflection
"A perfect bunny for my perfect bunny"
A smile erupted on your face at his words, and you couldn't help but turn around, towards him, towards the love of your life.
"thank you" you murmured, your hands on each side of his face, "thank you so much"
And then again, you were kissing, kissing as if there was no tomorrow, your lungs burning from how much oxygen you were robbing them of.
"I love you bunny" he breathed, earning another kiss
"I love you too, Joel" you promised, looking into his loving eyes for another moment before deciding on something.
"sit down," you said
"sit down?" he frowned, watching you confusedly
"just do it daddy" you laughed, taking his hand and guiding him to the couch
he did as told, his legs spread open and his eyes trained on you.
You could feel his gaze burn a hole in the back of your head as you walked over to the stereo to turn the volume up, a Christmas song flowing through the room better now.
"whatcha doing bunny?" he asked "You sure as hell better not be planning on handcuffing me again"
You laughed at that, and at the memory of the despair in his eyes that night.
"I'm not, daddy, don't worry" You smiled walking up to him until you were right in front of him,
"no, then what are you doing darlin'?"
"I'm thanking you" you said sweetly, your hips starting to gently move in synch with the sound
"'s that right?" he murmured, his eyes falling to your chest as you started unbuttoning the falnnel oh his covering it "what for?"
"mh" you hummed, smiling as you let the shirt fall to the floor "for everything daddy" you explained, slowly turning around and shimmying your shorts off your legs, making a show of bending down to pick them up just to throw them to your left.
he groaned at the sight, and you couldn't help but giggle, spinning back around.
"goddamn bunny" he purred, taking in every inch of your body as you started playing with the straps of your bra, forcing them to fall off your shoulders painfully slowly.
You looked as he watched every movement of yours like a hawk, and you would have teased him further if it wasn't that you were supposed to be thanking him.
So without any further ado, you undid the clasp of your bra, and let it fall to your feet, a soft "fuck" escaping his throat.
Next came your panties.
Your hips were still moving to the music as your fingers seeped through the waistband, gripping at the edge of them and then slowly pulling down, until they pooled at your feet making Joel's cock feel a moment away from bursting.
You smiled, wordlessly placing a hand on his shoulders to prop yourself up as you straddled his lap, his mouth immediately finding yours.
"thank you daddy" you whispered, kissing his cheek "Thank you for the necklace" Another kiss, now on right below his ear "Thank you for the decorations" now down his neck, your breath tickling his skin "for sitting under the tree even if your back hurts" you couldn't resist the urge to chuckle, your hands now trailing to his pants "thank you for the cd" again, another kiss on his neck, before you freed his cock from his pants, and looked up at him "thank you for everything daddy"
His cock slipped into you with ease, and he groaned loudly as you started moving on top of him, a position he didn't get to feel much (by his own volition), and you moaned into his mouth as you kissed him.
"thank you daddy" you continued, your words messy and breathy as you picked up your pace "for everything you do for me everyday" you said, his cock feeling every bit as good as ever "for- for listening to me" you moaned "and taking care of me" his dick was so deep you could feel it in your belly, hitting your g-spot with each of your movements "and for letting me take care of you" you smiled, as he gripped your waist, savoring the sight before him "t-thank you so much daddy" you breathed, embarrassingly enough slowing down, your thighs on fire.
"you're tired" he murmured with amusement
"no 'm not" You shook your head, trying to pick up your pace and failing miserably
"no?" he asked, smirking like a bastard
"no" you denied again, smiling a little at your obvious lie
"lay down bunny" he tried to persuade you
"no way" you protested "I'm supposed to be treating you daddy, to be thanking you"
"trust me this pussy of yours is enough of a thank you for a million lives"
"daddy..." you pouted, trying to convince him
"what if I just help out a bit, hm?" he asked, watching your eyes brighten
"just a bit" you accepted, and in a moment, he was thrusting up into you, and only a moment later, you were moaning loudly at the feeling, the thought of doing all the work well out the window.
"thank you daddy" you cried, "I love you so much" you promised, your orgasm taking over you
"thank you babygirl" he grunted "for being in my life" he said, his words falling into your gaped mouth "for making everything better"
"for being you" he breathed, watching as you came all over his cock "for being the best thing that ever happened to me, bunny"
#joel Miller x reader#Joel Miller smut#Joel Miller fluff#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fluff#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#smut#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#fluff#joel miller imagine#joel miller blurb#joel miller angst#fanfiction#the last of us#tlou#the last of us hbo#tlou hbo
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๐Summer Astrology Observations
๐โโ๏ธ ~ I wanna be the ocean to your shore ~ ๐โโ๏ธ
๐ Cancer/Sagittarius and Libra Moons might enjoy the warm weather more than the cold one and aswell for the warm seasons than cold seasons
๐ Sagittarius/Leo and Aries/Pisces placements are screaming "exotic vibes" very much, many natives with those placements give a flair of exoticness and wildness in the same time, the risings can look very exotic aswell
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I wanna be the ocean to your shore
Bring you comfort evermore
I wanna be the only thing you need
Be the oxygen you breathe
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๐ Asteroid Nymphe [875] in water signs, these natives feel connected to water sources like lake,sea,ocean and can feel those places as eliberating and safe, for example you go at the beach/sea and you feel good when you go in the water/sea ๐๐ปโโ๏ธ applying if you have this asteroid at water degrees [4ยฐ,8ยฐ,12ยฐ, 16ยฐ,20ยฐ, 24ยฐ, 28ยฐ]
๐ Sagittarius Venus/Venus in the 9th house can met their spouse/specific person in a foreign country or while traveling in a country is giving "I met your father while having a party in Spain"๐
๐ Your 7th house sign can show the season or period when you can met potential love partners:
Aries - In April/ Mid Spring
Taurus - In May/ Late spring
Gemini - In June/Early Summer
Cancer - In July/ Mid Summer
Leo - In August/Late Summer
Virgo - In September/Late Fall [Autumn]
Libra - In October/Mid Fall
Scorpio - In November/Late Fall
Sagittarius - In December/Early Winter
Capricorn - In January/Mid Winter
Aquarius - In February/ Late Winter
Pisces - In March/Early Spring
๐ Sagittarius, Capricorn and Aquarius Risings have luck finding potential love partners in summer because their 7th house sign rule the summer seasons ๐ฅฐ
๐ Juno in Aquarius, Leo, Cancer, Capricorn can get a different spouse in a relationship, for example ying - yang or ice and fire, their spouses can be exactly the opposite of what they are and the relationship can be very unique
๐ Juno - Jupiter aspects will have the most optimistic and funniest relationships ever, the type of people who wanna have fun with the other one 24/7, your spouse can be the type of person like "Baby let's go to this festival will be very cool and we will have a lot of fun, wanna come?"๐๐ปโโ๏ธ๐
๐ Juno - Pluto aspects will have the most transformative relationships ever, their spouse can be very spouse of them and very jealous aswell, the couple will learn from eachother and from each mistake they do ๐ฅฐ
๐ Aquarius and Libra together with Gemini and Virgo placements can be good at writing songs/composing/lyrics, it's their talent, it's in their DNA to create and compose ๐ค๐ผ๐ค๐ผ๐ค๐ผ๐ค๐ผ
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Cause I'm no ordinary girl
I'm from the deep blue underworld
Land or sea, the world's my oyster
I'm the pearl, no ordinary girl
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๐ Scorpio and Aries Juno can geta very passionate and sensual partner, someone who can have a lot of kinks and someone who knows how sensuality works
๐ MC (Midheaven) - Juno aspects, your spouse can help you in your career and can be very influential in your life, they can be very popular and it can bring them succes and with that they can help you and be an important part of your destiny ๐
๐ Water Placements always wanted to live somewhere close to the ocean or sea, somewhere where they could see a perfect sunset at the beach before going home โ๏ธ
๐ Ascendant in Water Degrees [4ยฐ,8ยฐ,12ยฐ, 16ยฐ,20ยฐ, 24ยฐ, 28ยฐ] makes the native to have dreamy eyes, you can lose yourself when you watch close to their eyes, they are stunningly beautiful
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So come on this is my adventure
This is my fantasy
It's all about living in the ocean
Bein' wild and free
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๐ Descendant in Water Degrees [4ยฐ,8ยฐ,12ยฐ, 16ยฐ,20ยฐ, 24ยฐ, 28ยฐ] your spouse can have traits related to your degrees for example having Cancer Degrees there your spouse can embody Cancerian traits and so on for the other degrees
๐ Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio/Libra and Taurus in the 7th house gives a very emotionally bounding spouse to the native, for real now your specific person can be attach to you very fast and you can create a emotional bound with them (Applied if you have Venus or Jupiter in those signs๐๐ปโโ๏ธ๐)
๐ Juno in Water Degrees [4ยฐ,8ยฐ, 12ยฐ, 16ยฐ,20ยฐ, 24ยฐ, 28ยฐ] might get a very affectionate spouse in relationships, their spouse can be very caring and generous with you, is so romantic ๐ฅน๐
๐ Neptune - Moon/Mercury aspects are giving mermaid vibes, their eyes are enchanting, their voices are luxurious and full of love, these placements are magical
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What you give you will receive
So baby bring it all to me
And I will warm you like the sun
I always knew you were the one
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๐ Pluto - Moon/Mercury aspects on the other side give siren vibes, they are like a dark and misterious soul, this is literally giving "Your eyes hide a lot of secrete vibe" ๐
๐ Neptune and Jupiter aspects always had a fairytale vibe in them, it is because is one of the mystic aspects in astrology, your spirituality is insane, you are evolving and transforming, your aura is so strong and you are protected ๐๐๐ปโโ๏ธ
๐ Venus and Uranus aspects might change their style a lot, they are very indecisive when it comes to they style. Because they have so many cool ideas and their head is full of these
๐ Ascendant - Mercury aspects tend to look younger than that they are, they have this young look on their faces and is so โจpureโจ i think Asc - Mercury are underatted when it comes to beauty because these people look so majestic
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Today 1st June is finally the official date that summer has started and is feeling so good to feel again the warm sun and the chill air in the mornings๐ is honestly such a vibe, the ocean/sea is my home for all the summer and i missed seeing it๐ฅน๐ฅน Summer for the next 3 months ๐๐ค๐ผ๐ค๐ผ๐ค๐ผ
I really hope you guys enjoy the summer because is a such a lovely season, is warm is free is nostalgic in a way ๐๐ปโโ๏ธ, there are parties festivals going around a lot of fun ๐ listen music at the speakers at maximum volume all summer all day everyday while hanging with your friends and making memories together ๐๐ค๐ผ
Have a great summer to everyone!๐
Harmoonix ๐
#Spotify#astrology#astro observations#birth chart#astrology observations#placements#astro placements#astro notes#astro community#horoscope#ascendant#venus#summer#libra moon#cancer moon#sagittarius moon#sagittarius placements#exotic#aries placements#venus in the 9th house#sagittarius venus#7th house#juno#aquarius placements#gemini placements#virgo placements#scorpio placements#Mercury#music#uranus
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Eddie the Banished, on a voyage driven by love and vengeance, yearns for the siren lover he was forced to part from. A reunion beckons, but not before his beating heart is retrieved from the Flying Dutchman so he can offer it to Steve upon his return ๐ดโโ ๏ธ
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Some lore behind the art and this ship (pun intended)! ๐
This AU of pirate Eddie the Banished and eldritch siren Steve is very VERY loosely based on Pirates of the Caribbean / Flying Dutchman / Dead Manโs Chest. I know this system and curse work differently in the movies and sirens work differently and Iโm no writer so bear with me pls. One thing I CAN do is write in key points so uh.. here we go?
Eddie the Banished is the captain of the Flying Dutchman. His beating heart is locked up on the ship, in the Dead Manโs Chest.
He leaves the ship for one day every 10 years, and thatโs exactly what heโs doing right nowโjust sitting on the beach and letting the sand run through his fingers when he hears the most beautiful voice coming from a nearby swamp.
In this AU, sirens enchant the hearts of their prey and then feed on them. Be that as it may, Eddie has no heart, so the siren song doesnโt bewitch him in the same way it would others.
Still curious, he goes to investigate. This is how he meets Steve, who, befittingly, is stunned by the fact that his song didnโt workโat least not the way he intended.
Nonetheless, itโs love at first sight on both ends, and after one night together, they promise eternity to each other.
However, Eddie feels like something is missing, like he has so much more love to give to Steve but is unable to with his heart locked away from him.
Eddie is to return to the ship by sunrise, or he will not be able to stay alive for much longer and will wither away slowly with his heart so far away from him.
Eddie gives Steve his dagger and promises to come up with a plan and to return in 10 years' timeโfor forever this time, with his beating heart in his hands as his ultimate sign of devotion and trust.
Eddie knows he will have to betray his ghostly crew and face their monstrous fury as he tries to retrieve the chest with his heart and find another captain for the ship.
It takes him 10 long, weary, vengeful yet hopeful years of exploits and battles to finally be able to set sail across the seven seas to find his lover once again.
But will he be able to find Steve where they had parted? Or has Steve, driven by excruciating longing, started looking for Eddieโs ghostly ship by himself?
Will the crew of the Flying Dutchman find a new captain, or will they face the wrath of the siren's true, ancient eldritch form?
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perfectly flawed
benedict bridgerton x princess!reader
word count: 2.7k
warning: hurt without comfort, it might be suggestive but there's nothing inappropriate about it (friends with benefits but without any details)
summary: Finding love as a princess comes with its challenges, but becoming a mistress was never part of the plan.
a/n: two things; one, over these few months i forgot what it's like to write something that isn't an academic paper. two, in the process of writing it i forgot that i was supposed to write it based on a song. i suppose i'm already a different person than i was just the week ago when i asked you for your opinion, but regardless, feel welcome to read this,, thing<33
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Lady Whistledownโs Society Papers
London, 18th April 1814
Dearest Readers,
The Season has barely begun, yet the glittering ballrooms of London are already abuzz with whispers and speculation. The cause of this fervour? None other than the captivating niece of Her Majesty. The fairy-like young lady, whose arrival in London coincided with the Seasonโs beginning, has ignited a flurry of theories.
Is she a princess, a countess, or perhaps a secret agent on a mission? The whispers echo through the salons, each speculation more imaginative than the last. Her regal bearing and the way she holds her fan hint at noble lineage, but her eyes hold secrets that defy easy classification. Could she be a pawn in a political game, or does her purpose lie closer to matters of the heart? Suitors line up, eager to claim her hand, but our debutante remains an unknown figure, casting doubt upon the intentions behind her smile.
Gentlemen of distinction have flocked to her side, vying for her attention. Lord Pembroke, the dashing heir to a vast estate, has been seen trailing her like a devoted puppy. The Duke of Ashford, brooding and aloof, has deigned to engage her in conversation. And then there is Captain Sinclair, whose sea-green eyes promise both danger and adventure.
At Lady Featherington's soirรฉe, our young lady engaged in spirited conversation with none other than Miss Eloise Bridgerton. Their conversation delved into matters of politicsโa most unconventional choice. Is our French princess a revolutionary sympathizer, or does she simply relish the thrill of intellectual sparring?
Rest assured, dear readers, that Lady Whistledown shall be your faithful guide through the twists and turns of this unfolding narrative. Prepare your fans and polish your silver spoons, for the London Season has just begun, and in the shadow of the Queen's niece, our world is poised to be turned upside down. Society must brace itself for a whirlwind of speculation, as we stand on the brink of a most intriguing chapter.
Yours Truly,
Lady Whistledown
โ
At the very core of the French Empire, you were raised as the epitome of grace and subtlety. With royal blood coursing through your veins, you were groomed to be the perfect lady, the jewel of the imperial court. Every step you took, every word you said, was a careful composition, painting the portrait of an eminent lineage.
From a young age, you were taught the art of etiquette, your days filled with lessons on poise, embroidery, and the subtle language of the fan. Your attire, always impeccable, was the evidence of your status and breeding. The world perceived you as the embodiment of perfection, a delicate blossom requiring protection from the harsh realities beyond the palace walls.
Yet, behind the facade of the devoted princess, a secreted truth blossomed. Beneath the tangled layers of silk and lace, your spirit, unyielding and untamed, stood in defiance of the expectations of courtly life. The allure of royal grandeur held little sway over you, and the burden of societal obligations felt like a daily donning of a suffocating corset.
The shimmering balls and elaborate rituals became stifling, making your heart to ache for those fleeting moments of genuine connection, uncontrolled laughter, and a subtle taste of the forbidden. Although French suitors eagerly fought for your attention and the allure of your family's wealth, your soul yearned for a partner who would daringly challenge the scripted norms, infusing romance with a breath of spontaneous authenticity.
And thus, to address your reluctance to accept the prearranged path, your mother came up with a plan. Sending you to the splendour of London under the watchful eye of the Queen, your beloved aunt, she hoped this change of scenery would guide you towards a dutiful marriage, in line with the expectations befitting your royal lineage. What slipped out of her seemingly perfect idea, however, was the playful nature of fate, particularly when guided by those who avoid predictability. So, your journey to the bustling heart of British metropolis grew with an outcome greatly different from your mother's expectations.
Your aunt, holding the most esteemed position in the United Kingdom, was admired for her wisdom and understanding. But the hours of lessons imparted to you from an early age, combined with your ability to conceal your rebellious nature from the public eye, had transformed you into a pretty great actress. And your performance, crafted over the years, was so convincing that even someone as sharp as the Queen herself failed to see through the carefully constructed act.
But perhaps, this time, you've got too close to the edge, because in the blink of an eye, you found yourself entangled in a situation that, if exposed, would not only scandalize all of England but also cast a shadow over France, where your family hopefully awaited news of your impending marriage.
And how did it all start?
The beginning of your tale remains in the memories of that fateful debutante ball, where a single innocent look changed the course of your luck. It was a brief moment, a shared exchange of glimpse between you and Benedict Bridgerton, that seemed to stretch time itself. In the glimmer of that ballroom, his bright eyes locked onto yours from across the room, and the world around you seemed to slow, as if giving space for something beyond a mere glance.
You had no idea what captivated you about the man who didn't really stand out among the other attendees, but most likely it was this quiet strength of his gaze. The gaze without the typical fascination you'd grown used to as a princess of the French Empire or the usual envy that flickered in the eyes of those desperate to secure a partner who determined their life's worth. Benedict's gaze was just different. It held no trace of the thought that you were merely a silly princess with a title. It carried the feeling that you were a masterpiece, a creation worthy of admiration. And it stirred a yearning within you, an insatiable thirst for freedom and authenticity that your heart had craved for so long.
A brief exchange of words with Benedict at the ball opened your eyes, making you believe that not every man who sought your company was doing so only for your family's wealth. As you danced together, his touch ignited a spark, a fleeting moment of intimacy that lingered long after the music faded into the night, and each stolen glance exchanged across the crowded ballroom carried the weight of unspoken desires. It felt as though the connection that binds soulmates was about to disappear when your paths crossed, signalling that you had, finally, found one another.
And so, it began. A secret affair that grew under the cloak of darkness, far from the prying eyes of nosy socialites waiting to catch a glimpse of scandal. In the hidden corners of London, where shadows whispered secrets and the night sky painted a canvas of stars, you found comfort in the arms of Benedict, a man not necessarily burdened by the weight of societal expectations, yet bound by his own hesitation to commit to anything beyond the present moment.
As the inappropriate meetings became routine, you assumed the role of a mistress, a position you never imagined yourself in, and the only rule you committed to follow during your secret dates was the lack of romantic feelings. Yet, despite your best efforts to maintain a facade of emotional distance, your heart had a way of defying logic. With each stolen moment spent in Benedict's company, you found yourself drawn deeper into the labyrinth of emotions, a labyrinth fraught with longing and desire. What started as a simple agreement, devoid of romantic sentiments, soon evolved into something far more sincere.
And it genuinely scared you.
You walked nervously around the place of your every rendezvous with Benedict, your fingers nervously picking the cuticles near your nailโa gesture unsuitable for the lady you were expected to be. But in the fuss of events that have happened in London so far, such a thing seemed a minor violation. Not only did the task of slipping unnoticed from the royal palace grew increasingly difficult, but the relentless fluttering in your heart at the mere thought of Bridgerton haunted your sleepless nights.
Throughout your life, you had yearned for a love different from the one you had observed in French society. And now, when the opportunity to live your fairy tale presented itself, reality proved to be just an unrequited feeling. While you were happy to see Benedict and yearned for his presence, it seemed he may only crave your body, not the depths of your soul.
You wanted today's meeting to be the last one, a meeting where nothing would happen. Or so you convinced yourself. The purpose was clear: to say goodbye to Benedict and to draw the curtain on a relationship built on fleeting glances and secret meetings. And even though probably the best choice would have been to just stop showing up on these encounters and withdrawing from public spaces where you might cross paths, you didn't want to just pretend that nothing had ever happened between you two. The social season was still around you, and avoiding the consequences of your actions would only complicate everything. Maybe not for Benedict, but for you, for sure.
And then, the silence broken every second by your anxious heartbeat was completely shattered by the sound of footsteps. Turning, you were met with the sight of Benedict Bridgerton approaching with firm strides, and his presence seemed to overshadow your plans to say goodbye when, for a moment, the world seemed to pause as you lost yourself in the intensity of his gaze.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and his touch sent pleasant shivers down your spine. The warmth of his embrace, coupled with the subtle brush of his breath against your skin, stirred conflicting emotions within you. Your heart quickened its pace, betraying the reason you came for this final meeting.
โI've been thinking about you all day,โ Benedict whispered, and his breath caressed your delicate skin. But as much as the desire for intimacy flickered within, you held steadfast to the resolution you had set for this meeting.
With a gentle pull, you extricated yourself from his embrace, creating a safe distance between the two of you. The tingling sensation stayed on your skin, as a remaining echo of his touch that resonated through every fibre of your being. โWe need to talk,โ you said, your voice steadier than your racing heart. Benedict's eyes, once filled with a yearning, now searched yours for an answer to an as yet unspoken question.
โTalk?โ he asked, his voice laced with a hint of playful intrigue as he arched one of his eyebrows with his signature smile dancing upon his lips. โAbout what?โ he pressed, and with an air of casual confidence, he crossed his arms over his chest as he ambled a few steps to the side. โYou're not going to tell me you've fallen in love, are you, princess?โ
A nervous laugh bubbled up from within, escaping between your lips before you could hold it back. In an attempt to mirror Benedict's movements, you crossed your arms over your chest, your head shaking with feigned amusement. โFall in love?โ you repeated his words, adopting a tone of playful dismissal. โDon't be ridiculous, of course not,โ you declared, adding a scoff at the end, as if to fortify the illusion of light-hearted banter. Hoping to shield your true feelings, now concealed beneath a facade of amusement, you met Benedict's gaze with a look of mock disbelief.
โWe should end this relationship,โ the words spilled from your lips, hoping your voice wouldn't betray how fast your heart was beating at that moment. โI did not come to London to become just another woman in the arms of the Viscount's son. If my mother were to find out, she'd blame herself for raising me poorly, and that's not the truth,โ you began to rationalize, your words flowing as an attempt to justify the decision you had set before both of you. โI have obligations to fulfil, a path to follow, and I won't achieve that by sleeping with you.โ
Benedict watched you in silence, not knowing if you were serious. His gaze bore into you, seeking answers within the depths of your eyes.
โNow you're the one being ridiculous,โ he retorted, his tone carrying a gentle scolding. Leaning against a nearby counter, he looked at you with a combination of disbelief. โSince when have you cared so deeply about living up to your mother's expectations?โ
โI've come to understand that my mother wants what she believes is best for me. As a princess of the French Empire, there are certain expectations I must meet, whether I appreciate them or not,โ you said, closing the physical distance between yourself and Benedict. Self-control was what kept your hands from reaching out as you stopped just in front of him. โThink about what would happen if our secret were to be exposed. It would be the end for both of us, and the scandal would echo across the entire continent. The Queen herself would likely seek our demise.โ You emphasized your words by pointing a finger at yourself. โI cannot ruin the honour of the entire royal family for a fleeting moment of pleasure.โ
Benedict met your gaze with a silent acknowledgment of the truth in your words, yet beneath the veneer of understanding, a flicker of defiance danced in his eyes. โSo, what are you saying? You're suddenly prepared to sacrifice your entire life for the expectations of your family that would see you married and bearing children with some man who would likely make you miserable?โ he asked, a trace of frustration evident in his voice.
A moment of silence ensued as you fixed your gaze on Benedict. Finally, a disbelieving scoff escaped your lips, and you shook your head. Taking a few steps away, you placed your hands on your hips, a gesture mirroring the internal conflict within you. โPerhaps you haven't noticed yet, Benedict, but I am a woman. And in a world dictated by the whims of men, the role assigned to women is often reduced to that of an obedient wife, tasked with bringing some affluent man's heir into the world. It's not about what I want; it's about what everyone else around me expects.โ
As Benedict made a move to step closer, a surge of urgency propelled you to speak before he could interject. โI should be going now. The palace servants are growing increasingly suspicious.โ
Despite the assertiveness in your tone, Benedict, keen to the nuances of unspoken emotions, closed the physical gap between you, and his touch went through the delicate fabric of your glove as he gently took your hand. โWe can at least end this in a better way,โ he suggested, his voice tinged with a suggestive undertone as he met your gaze.
A resolute โNoโ escaped your lips, infused with an overt firmness born out of the fear that another moment in his gaze might make you give in to your heart's desires. You couldn't afford the risk of surrendering to the tempting pull of his lips once again, the very lips you yearned for. โThat's all I wanted to tell you today,โ you continued, gently squeezing his hand as if to punctuate your resolve. Purposefully avoiding his gaze, you added, โIt's over, but know that every meeting with you has been a pleasure, Mr. Bridgerton. Goodbye.โ Articulated so, you withdrew your hand from Benedict's grasp, leaving only the delicate glove in his hold.
With a swift spin, you turned away and your hurried footsteps carrying you out into the rain-soaked streets of London. A quick glance confirmed the absence of prying eyes, making you hasten your pace, putting distance between yourself and the building that housed your shattered heart. As you took each step, the words exchanged at that moment of parting reverberated in your mind. The relation between you and Benedict had ignited sparks of passion and left a sweet ache of longing. Now, the path ahead led you towards the marriage your family desired, a hopeful step to fill the void left by thoughts of Bridgerton.
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โฑ ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ
Welcome to my church.
My name is Adam, otherwise known as Father Greed. I am God's first creation, or as you mortals call it, the first human.
I am a being that is neither man nor animal. I am both serpent and a child of God- the deceiver to have granted Eve the forbidden fruit.
Evil or not, I am merely a convoy. I guide you towards the crossroads of love and obsession, and you shall choose how the tale goes.
So, I must ask you...
Which path will you venture down?
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pasilyo. - black leg sanji (18+)
des. fluff-angst-fluff. you and sanji's relationship is bound for a heavy turn.
notes. pre and post-timeskip, mentions of wci and wano island, f!reader is related to zoro, heavily referenced marry my husband (kdrama) at the end. smut (if you squint--minors go away, pls). small mentions of violence. the straw hats shenanigans pt 99999, i miss sanji 24/7.
hello ppl! 'tis i. i just finished my midterms so, here you go. I heavily referenced a scene in marry my husband on this one like the moment I saw the scene i immediately went--what if we make it as sanji--then bam, here it is. the story contains smut (if you squint) and it's my first time writing one, so yeah. enjoy!
Pasilyo is a Filipino term that meansย corridor or passageway.
-- it is also a popular song in the Philippines: PASILYO - SUNKISSED LOLA
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You and Sanji never had anything in common. He likes to smoke, you like to drink teaโhe loves ย to cook, you love to eat, he uses his legs and feet to fightโyou use your hand. You and him never had anything in common, yet the way you called his nameโsend shivers on his back, the way he calls your name calms the storm in your mindโyet despite the differences and in the deep sea of all blueโyou and him have something in common.ย
The day you met him at Baratie, it gave away that Sanji wears his heart on his sleevesโthe way his eyes lingered at the table where you and Nami sat, the way his hands ghostly shadows your plate as he served the foodโhe was mesmerising and breath-taking. As he continues to unravel everything about him, he fits perfectly as the cook of the crew. With him being the best cook in the East Blue, itโs not doubt that the future pirate-king needs someone like him in his crew, itโs not doubt that a pirate demon hunter finds the blondeโs cooking amazing, itโs no doubt that the certain liar of the crew praises his cook, itโs no doubt that the great navigator finds his cooking remarkableโand thereโs you, itโs funny, how you kept quiet when he waits for your reactionโhell, everyoneโs waiting for your reaction, as you gave him a small nod and a laugh.
He wore your laugh in his mindโwishing he could make you laugh every time he cooks. As the days passed by like the straw-hats voyage in the sky, land, and sea; he would notice himself looking for your presenceโyes, he falls for every woman he sees, but something about you is pulling him in, that despite him making Nami and Robin smile, he yearns for yours, he wished he can see yours.
He watched in the deck as you spar with the green haired swordsman, how he chuckles to himself that youโre making Zoro sweat and thrive hard yet a part of him was mad that youโre spending time with the marimo and not him. But a part of him is quite warm as he saw you dance in the presence of the crew, that none of them knows that in the middle of the nightโyou told him stories he never heard off, he made you tea you never knew existed. That side of yoursโheโs thankful, heโs the only person who can see it.
So, it surprised him, when he saw your eyes fill with relief when you saw him again at the edge of Skypiea, at Enies Lobby, at Thriller bark. It baffled him, when he saw you looked like youโre about to cry as you saw himโdamn, if only he knew who gave you the wound in your head, lips, and arms, he wouldโve kicked everyone, including Zoro. But it washed away, when you were alone with him on those nightsโas you mutter that youโre thankful heโs okay. That you both are alright.ย
With all the fights and wars the crew had facedโthe thing that scared Sanji and you the most, was the time when the crew didnโt see each other for two yearsโhe wondered if you have eaten yet, wondered if you sleep okay, and wondered if you would still be the same the next time he sees you; you wondered is heโs doing okay, you wondered if he ever muttered your name, and you wondered if he still remembers the way you like your tea.
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โYouโve grown tallerโฆโ You whispered as you saw each other again after two-years, with a nosebleed, he chuckled. โI did.โย
He loved that heโs back, youโre back. As the night deepens, youโre there with him again.
โHow was it?โ
โHm?โ
โTwo years.โ
โI donโt know, itโs great that I got stronger but it sucked.โ
โWhy does it sucked.โ
โYou werenโt there, Sanji.โ
โOh.โ ย He swore to his dickhead dad, he died right there. You chuckled as his red cheeks reached his ears, as he grins deeply.ย But before he can say anything in your wordsโhe felt your lips on his as you leaned on the counter as he prepared your tea.
He felt the cup become warm as he stopped pouring your tea. Youโre about to pull away as you want to drink your teaโthe cook leaned closer, he missed you and he had you, you smiled in his kiss. As you two pulled away for air; he chuckled loudly. โWipe that stupid grin and nosebleed on your face, curly brows.โ You teased as you took the cup and drank your tea.ย
That night changed everything, the crew didnโt missed the way he treats you differently the way he treats Robin and Nami, the way he would sit closer to you while enjoying the bliss of sunset in the shipโhow he would not let Brook, Franky, and Usopp stare at you for too long. He hates how you still choose Zoro to spar withโ
โYou know weโre related, right?โย
โYou and marimo?!โ
God, he missed that.
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Butโhis heart breaks as remembers how he stood there in aisle at whole-cake island, he hated itโhow your eyes breaks the moment he sees you again: how his heart breaks when he hears you sobbing in his chest when he came backโhow you slapped him across his face when you found out that he let Luffy starveโhow his chest tightens when you pulled him into a kiss: the deepest kiss you gave him.
As your soft breaths reach his lipsโhe knew you thought you almost lost him. In the room where itโs just the two of you, his clothes were on the floor and so was yours. As you mutter his name as if he was a saint sent only for you. How his hands marks and caress every part of you as you kiss every inch of him as you memorise everything in his body. You kissed him again, again, and againโhow you wish you would still taste him as you close your eyes.
You looked beautiful as he stared down at you, he felt tears as he placed his hand on your cheeks yet you muttered that you love him under your breath, he blamed himself as you cried in this sacred moment, he wanted to stop and hold you butโyou want him.ย
โPleaseโฆโJi..โ You muttered again as he moved with your body in sync, at that moment, his breath got rigged, your breaths were catching themselves, his hands were holding your hand tight, as you felt the heat of the room. He whispered a praise or somewhat a prayer to you.
โI love you too.โ He chuckled as he ghostly kissed your neck as you nodded softly. You left some kisses on the crown of his head as he collapsed into you. As your hand dances in his golden hairโhe continues to utter his apologies to you in which you forgive him.
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Things turned differently after that timeโafter the whole-cake islandโand fighting side-by-side in Wano. You felt the sunlight enter the room as your eyes fluttered, you saw Sanjiโs sleeping state. With a smile on your face, you listen to his heartbeat as he sleeps, while looking at yours and his intertwined bodies inside the blanketโas the events of last night lingered when you saw your hand marks on his chest.
โMon amour, whatโs wrong?โ
You placed your chin on his chest. โNothing. We won.โ He smiled sheepishly and nodded as he gave you a morning kiss. โWe won.โ He nodded once again. You two laid there for a while as you heard Franky cheering that Zoro and Luffy are awakeโwith a cheer, the entire city of Wano threw the biggest banquet there isโcheers, beers, and food are present everywhere.
A swamp of girls fell into Sanjiโs armsโhis eyes lingered to yours. He chuckled as you just raised your cup and gave him a flying kiss. In which, he melted into. As the night dips deeper in the moon, he notices that you and Franky are guiding back the drunk ass of Zoro and Usopp in their room, with a smile, he stole you from Franky.
When he stole youโhe walked with you in the forest of Wano as lights of fireflies guided the two of you. You two enjoyed the presence of each other in silence.ย
โWhatโs with the stare?โ
โNothing. You just look pretty, my love.โ
โMe? I look like a mess, Usopp was holding dearly for his life on my shoulder as we walked him and Zoro.โ you rubbed your temples. In which he chuckled.
As you two sat down and found a nice view of Wanoโyou leaned your head into his shoulder. โIโm glad weโre fine. You and I, and the crew.โ You admitted. In which, he just hummed. As he ghostly kiss, your hand.
โZoro told me what you told him to doโฆโ Thereโs a hint of disappointment in your voice. In which, he was about to speak but you cut him off. โIf you still think youโre going to lose your mindโjust know Iโll pull you back and please, donโt wish for death.โย
In your words, he finds himself not being able to breathe. He just nodded. โI finally found my family in the sea, โJi, and youโre part of themโso, donโt think youโll get rid of me that easilyโฆโ He enjoyed you being like this, being able to take the words out of his mouth.ย
โI donโt plan to, darling.โ He kissed your head and held your hand tightly.ย
โWe should get married.โ You responded as you turned to look at him. With a smile, you were surprised when you heard him sigh in disappointmentโโWhat?โ it left you confused, he pushed you off him.
โYouโre unbelievable.โ He uttered as he stood up and walked away. You were confused and on the brink of tears. โIt doesnโt need to be now! I mean I want to marry youโjustโdid he hit his head so much?โ You asked yourself, as you sigh in defeat and a pout.ย
You were surprised to see him walking back towards you with a small flower in his hand. โYou always surprise meโฆโ He said as gave the small flower to you.
โYou can do anything to meโwhatever you want.โ You stood up and stared at him as he knelt down on one knee.
โJust donโt ask for marriageโthatโs my queue. So, mon amourโฆโ
You felt tears stinging yours and his eyes.
โWill you marry me?โ
โ FIN
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first to know you, first to love you โต eric sohn
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The years spent in university may be defined differently by everyone. Some may live out these years to enjoy the supposed independence they craved in high school. Others may spend those years exploring their interests and hobbies as they figure out what their future may have in store for them.
You, however, were a different caseโhead in scientific journals and coursework with a plan to graduate summa cum laude. As you study in a quota course, youโre determined to come out of university with flying colors. In a sea of students who are of similar (or even better) skill sets as you, the desire to be recognized as one of the top students is what you long for.
And for you, that means you were set on not entertaining ideas that may divide your attention from your studiesโyou were not going to allow yourself to fall in love in your years of university.
That is until a certain boy who goes by Eric Sohn came into your life.
CHAPTER ONE: LOVE LABORS LOST
The season of summer still lingers in the air; birds chipper as they sit on the tree branches; the sun glows yellow in the sea of blue; people point their fans at themselves as they are forced to bask in the heat.
But the new academic year has commenced, and you are determined to ace your classes once more. Youโve read the syllabi of all the classes you were going to take, even ones for your general subjects. Many people believe that general subjects are a waste of their time. You, however, thought differently, especially since one of the subjects youโre taking this semester is English Literature.
Coming from a STEM-oriented course, you may not seem like the type to enjoy literature. But the reality is that you love to learn about poets and writersโones who seemed to craft worlds and dynamics that you could never translate into words. This misconception of those who enjoy science being unable to appreciate written bodies of art is one you face. But at least this course is a general subject, leaving you on equal footing with individuals from different courses.
You sit by the window as you wait for your professor to finish setting up his laptop. Itโs syllabus week, so there wasnโt much to be worried about. Once he clears his throat, he shows the class a smile.
โGood morning, class. Iโm Mr. Hwang Taejoon, and I am your professor for Introduction to English Literature.โ He takes a moment to look down at his clipboard which you can only assume holds a list of his studentsโ names. โIf this isnโt your class, you may take this opportunity to leave.โ Some students get off their seats and make their way outside the classroom.
As soon as they left, your professor smiled before clapping his hands. โIโm excited to go through this semester with you. I know this is only an introductory course for you, so I will make sure to guide you all throughout. Now, willโโ
The door of the classroom slams open. Your eyes snap to where the sound comes from, showing a boy whose black hair is all tousled up as he pants. Heโs all dressed up in a varsity jacket over his hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. You notice how his hand quickly reaches out to his head, fixing his hair.ย
The boy then immediately bows down to the class (mostly to your professor) as he says, โSorry about being late!โ Your eyes drift back to Mr. Hwang whose face now holds a frown in contrast to the smile he once showed to you. โI promise, I wonโt be late for any other session!โ
Mr. Hwang grumbles before he takes another look back down to his clipboard. โGo take a seat.โ
The boy stands up straight before flashing your professor an apologetic smile. He quickly makes his way to find a seat. Despite the vacant seats that are located throughout the class, his eyes quickly skimmed through them. That is until his eyes land on you. You notice how his eyes flicker to the empty seat beside you. And the next thing you know, you find him situated to your right.
You try to keep your eyes on your laptop, looking at the text on the syllabus. You didnโt want to stare at himโthe boy who took the vacant seat beside you out of all the ones situated around the classroom.
The noise he creates as he brings out his laptop is not loud enough to interrupt the discussion but can drown out your professorโs words. But as soon as he settles down, you notice that he sets his hand down on the space between the two laptops. You cannot help but let your eyes flicker to it, and you notice his wrist is littered with beaded bracelets.
โNow, Iโll be discussing the outputs you are expected to deliver within the semester.โ Your eyes snap up to where your professor is, standing right behind the table as he looks through his laptop.
You were ready to focus for todayโs session until you felt someone tap your shoulder. As you look to your side, you are met with a boy who shows you a smileโone that is enough to almost have you smiling back, just almost.
โHi, can I ask if there was anything I missed?โ Itโs a simple question, but you find yourself unable to formulate an answer. His voice is enough to send you into a lullaby; he could have his own podcast and youโd listen only to hear him speak nonstop, whether it would be of logical discussions or nonsensical chatter.
Without any idea of how to voice your thoughts, you only shake your head. He nods and shoots you a wink before looking back to the professor.
You shouldโve been thrown off by his sudden action. If anything, you have every right to roll your eyes at him. But you do nothing of the sort, only looking back at your professor who demands your attention while your mind remains preoccupied with the boy beside you.
This could be due to all the years focused on your studies. You could care less about all the people who tried to earn your affection, from your classmates in your majors to even those part of the same club as you. But the boy emits an aura that has you only thinking of him. How can you ace this class if youโre turning putty at the first meeting? You need to get a better grip on yourself.
โNow, I want you to answer these,โ Mr. Hwang says as he flashes a question on the screen: What role does literature play in your life? โAnd talk about it with your seatmates. Now would be a good time to get to know your classmates with the upcoming paired assessment around the corner.โ
As you read out the words on the screen, you are not given enough time to think as the boy beside you clears his throat. You look back at him, met with the same smile he flashed at you then. Does he do this with every person he first meets?
โI think I should introduce myself. Iโm Eric Sohn, majoring in Hotel Culinary Arts,โ he says with his hand out toward you. You take a glance at his hand before letting yourself hold it, shaking it firmly.
โIโm Y/N, majoring in Psychology.โ
You notice the way his eyes widen as you mention your course. โDo you perhaps know someone named Kevin Moon?โ
The mention of your friendโs name has you smiling. โYeah, I do. Weโve worked together since weโre part of our home org. How do you know him?โ Your hand drifts away from his, crossing your arms as you listen intently to what he has to say.
โMutual friends,โ he reveals as he lets one of his arms rest on the back of your chair. With one hand tucked under his chin, he rests his arm on the table. He takes a glance at the screen shown in the front to refresh his memory on the question. โWould you like to go first? Or do you want me to start?โ
You nod your head, signaling for him to start. He takes a deep breath as he looks up to the ceiling, gathering his thoughts. โWell, Iโve read a few books then and there, but I think it was only when I entered uni that I started really reading more books if that makes sense.โ
As his eyes meet yours, you nod as a way to show you understand him. โYeah, I hate to admit this at first meeting but Iโm a very romantic person.โ You cannot help but raise your eyebrows at his words, earning a chuckle from him.
โI swear, I am! Thatโs why I started reading because my sister got me hooked on some romance books, so Iโd like to think that literature helps me imagine scenarios I would love to see play out.โ You notice the way he starts to scratch the back of his neck. โIt doesnโt have to be me as the protagonist, but Iโd like it,โ he shyly admits, making you smile unconsciously.
God, you were not the type to just smile at some random boy. So why did Eric seem to have this effect on you?
Your thoughts snap you back into reality; the smile is now replaced by your calm demeanor. โI guess I can start.โ As you see him signal for you to continue, you bite the inside of your cheek as you let your eyes drift to the screen.
โWell, Iโve been reading my whole life, actually,โ you look back at Eric who seems to show genuine interest in what you have to say. Oddly enough, you feel as if you can tell him more than just the typical story you tell people.
โI know people donโt expect me to be this type because I major in Psychology, and I have this tendency to read a lot of scientific journals and textbooks for my classes but thatโs because I enjoy learning about the human condition.โ You let your eyes drift off to nowhere as you reveal a part of you to a stranger. Maybe itโs because heโs a stranger that makes it easier for you to admit details you wouldnโt normally admit to someone whom youโve met under a different circumstance.
โBut Iโve always had an affinity for reading. Books can be a form of escapism through fictional stories, but they can also be a way to encapsulate memories of someone,โ you continue with a small sigh. โI have been quite behind with my reading schedule though, so Iโm hoping this class may propel me back to getting back to reading.โ
He hums as he nods before saying, โNo, I get it. I like that answer.โ You look back at the boy who only smiles at you. โItโs nice to know that you still want to go back to reading despite how much your other classes demand it. I know many people whoโve lost that love and donโt see themselves going back to it, you know?โ You nod at his words.
You were no stranger to the love-hate relationship when it comes to reading. If anything, that is how youโd describe your relationship when it comes to the hobby. But you were hoping that the upcoming years would treat you right and that your love for said hobby may not dissipate.ย
โYeah, I would hate to lose that form of escapism from my studies.โ
He nods with a small chuckle following. โI get it, I would hate to lose it, too.โ
With no idea how to respond, you expect silence to follow. But Eric quickly fills it as he asks you a question. โDo you know anyone in this class?โ As you shake your head, he lets out a sigh of relief. โOkay, same.โ
You cannot help but giggle. โI mean, if I knew someone, then I would be sitting with them,โ you point out.
You want to ask him why he chose to take a seat beside you, but he beats you to it by asking you another question. โDo you have a class before this?โ
โUh, no,โ you say as you quickly take a glance at your laptop, moving the windows away to show your schedule. Since the semester just started, you didnโt memorize your schedule. โItโs my first class of the day, but my next class is around 3.โ You look back at the boy who cannot hide the way he reels at your schedule.
โYou have such a long break. But me too,โ he says as he pulls out his phone. As he shows you his schedule, you notice how big of a gap he has for today, where his next class is happening around 6 p.m. โBut at least the other days are back-to-back. I just didnโt get lucky with my Mondays and Thursdays. I tried to change it but all the professors denied my request.โ
You cannot help but sigh at the sight of his schedule as you remember yours. โSame. Well, I guess weโre stuck with our shitty schedules.โ
Then, he asks, โDo you want to exchange schedules and numbers, perhaps?โ Your eyebrows shoot up at his question. โI mean, I just donโt know anyone here, so Iโd love to at least have a familiar face I can go to, especially for this class.โ
You know youโre about to enter dangerous territories. With the numerous books youโve read, you were sure this is what books typically started their stories withโa meeting between the two protagonists whose relationship will only have room to blossom.
And you should have kept him at arm's length. You didnโt want to risk getting friendly with someone like Eric because even at the first meeting, you couldnโt help but feel yourself drawn to him. But heโs nothing but kind and there should be no problem with allotting him space to take up in your life. All you need to do is stick to your planโno idea of pursuing romance shall be entertained until you graduate. You can only hope that your interest in him is just a happy crush, one that will never flourish further.ย
So you find yourself nodding to his request to which he grins. But before he can say anything, the light comes through the window. He squints as it hits his face, raising his hand to shield his eyes.
โHere, you can put your number and social media then Iโll send you my schedule.โ The boyish grin on his face alongside the sunlight that makes him glow is a sight the universe has gifted to you.
Youโve read all about protagonists being bewitched by the presence of another, but works of literature have not prepared you to experience the same. For once, you wish you could find the right words to describe the sight but all you can think of is what a pleasure it is to be seeing this at the start of your dayโyou can only hope that your happy crush remains that way.
CHAPTER TWO: LITTLE WOMEN
The later hours of the day dawned upon you. The fluorescent overhead lights are dim as only the lamps situated at every table shine bright; you enjoy them for they never make the library bleak. The wooden interior found in every corner of this library reminds you of your own back in your childhood home. But the main act of the show is the books; the wide selection they offer has you always here at every possible hour, whether it may be to study or to possibly read for leisure.
You usually find yourself alone on most occasions spent here. If you found yourself working on a group project, you would usually opt to have such meetings at the study hall situated a few buildings away. It made sense to have those in a place where you could freely talk versus a library where it would be limited to occasional chatter or whispers. Today, however, is an exception, for you now sit across from your partner for your first paired work for Mr. Hwangโs class.
โI donโt usually spend my time here, but itโs nice,โ Eric voices out as he looks around, taking in the sight of his surroundings. There were barely any students in the library around these hours. Usually, it would be you and some familiar faces you recognized because of the numerous instances you stayed here.
Youโre not sure why you didnโt push for the study hall, but Ericโs explanation for choosing this place made sense. If you were going to study literature, why not do it in a place that is filled to the brim with it? Itโs convenient if you need to quickly pull out a book because youโre already there. But the reality is that you liked this space as your ownโsomewhat like a part of the university that you believe to reflect the intimate parts of you.
You hum while you look down at your iPad where your notes are all scribbled down. โIโm always here. I spend most of my time studying or reading here.โ You look up to Eric whose gaze is trained on you. Oddly enough, it feels like his eyes sparkle despite how dim the environment may be.
With that, you break eye contact with him as you look over a few tables away where you notice students who you knew only by their faces. โYeah, like I know some of the people there just because we always seem to stay in the library until the closing hours.โ
He hums before asking, โDo you know their names?โ You shake your head before looking back at him.
โI only know the names of the librarians and staff. Iโve never been bothered to know the names of the other students, but we still say hi whenever we pass by each other.โ
He can only nod at your words. โSorry about interrupting the discussion, we can go back to it.โ
โItโs fine.โ You cannot help but smile as you shake your head. โIt was a break we needed to take.โ
He shoots you that boyish grinโone youโve grown fond of after seeing him every week for classโbefore he continues, โSo, we were talking about the confession scene of Laurie.โ
โAh, that one,โ you cut him off as you lean back in your chair.
He chuckles for a moment. โSo, what are your thoughts on the scene?โ
You let out a sigh before saying, โWell, I am 100% on Joโs side. I mean, she has every right to decline a manโs confession, especially if she has all these aspirations she wants to achieve.โ You bite on the inside of your cheek as you recall the passages in your head. โAnd the audacity for Laurie to be, I guess, โjealousโ of Professor Bhaer is unreasonable. I mean, itโs clear she doesnโt have room for anything romantic in her life, and I think that should be respected.โ
โBut,โ Eric quickly scrolls through his notes found on his laptop. โDonโt we learn later on that Jo ends up longing for love in the end? Doesnโt she end up wanting bothโa chance to pursue her dreams while also longing to be in love?โ
You cannot help but chuckle at his counterargument. โYes, but I think that this book was written poorly. I mean, we learned in the earlier chapters that Jo did not want to marry, and didnโt we also learn that Alcott only wrote Jo and Bhaer marrying each other because her publishers forced her?โ
Eric hums for a moment. โI mean, we do learn that. But I think another way to look at it is that Jo was not ready to let someone take up such an important space at that period of her life. And I think itโs perfectly fine for her to realize later on that what she thought then is not what she wants after all.โ With pursed lips, he lets his gaze flicker away from the laptop and back to you. โI know we put relevance to the context of the author, but I think itโs fine to derive our own interpretations of the text despite what the author intended, you know? Thatโs at least what I learned in my Art Appreciation class.โ
Your partner for this assignment brought up valid points. Itโs not like he was telling you to agree entirely with his interpretation of the later sequence of Little Women. Instead, he was engaging in discourse with you, sharing what he thought of the scene to provide a different perspective.
โI just,โ you bite the inside of your cheek. โI just think Joโs character was so revolutionary in the field of classics. Iโve read so much about women being viewed as individuals who are only meant to marry, but authors never put importance into their aspirations. I think thatโs why I loved Joโs character.โ When you notice that Eric keeps his gaze on you without any sign that heโll interrupt, you decide to continue. โShe clearly had her priorities and wasnโt willing to let the idea of romance get in the way.โ
Ericโs expression slowly starts to shift into confusion. Despite your words speaking on Joโs character, it was starting to make sense to both of you that these sentiments came from a personal standpoint.
โIs this you speaking from experience?โ
For a moment, you think of lying to the boy who sits across from you. You didnโt want to hear whatever comments he would make of your own choice to keep your love life as lackluster as possible. Yet, his eyes speak thousands of wordsโall revolving around curiosity. And you realize that maybe Eric wonโt judge you. After all, when has he ever shown you that he would criticize you?
You sigh as you let your eyes look down at your notes. โIโm not looking for a relationship, or love, in general. I donโt think I have the time to even sustain one, and I care too much about my studies to even consider it.โ You look back at Eric whose doe eyes still seem to shine.
He nods, letting silence take over. Your answer hangs in the air, almost as if you two needed it to marinate further. That is until Eric decides to break the silence.
โDo you ever get jealous of what you read?โ You cannot help but tilt your head at his question. He shakes his head, trying to gather the right words to say. โI mean, youโve read so many books, and Iโm sure many of them have revolved around the theme of love and romance, especially the classics. Do you not want to experience that for yourself?โ
Ericโs question seemed to be rooted in genuine curiosity. And you cannot help but ponder over his words.
Itโs true that you would find yourself longing to experience the wonders of love that writers seem to talk about. It would be untrue if you said you didnโt give the idea a second thoughtโwhat would it be like to allow yourself to enjoy romance all while you study for your degree? But then you remember that there wasnโt anyone, really, to have you consider such. It was only an idea you would think about but never proceed withโthere was no one to take up that space in your life to begin with.
So you sigh, shaking your head as you look back down at your notes, and say, โItโs not like anyone has given me a reason to reconsider.โ You leave it at that, deciding not to indulge in the topic any further. And Eric only hums, looking back at his notes.
You take this opportunity to review your notes, recollecting every detail that is worth discussing with Eric for the upcoming presentation. Unbeknownst to you, however, your partner has his mind preoccupied with another matterโwhat can he do to become the reason you consider?
CHAPTER THREE: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
The moon may be shining brightly tonight, but youโll never know. All huddled up in the library, the lamp on your table shines over your laptop and sprawled-out notes. You werenโt sure how long youโd been in this library. All you know is that you still have papers to accomplish and exams to study for.
But at least you were going through this in the comfort of your favorite spot in the university for they seemed to keep the library open all day during midterm season. And at least you had someone there to keep you company during this mess.
โThis paper is impossible,โ Eric complains as he rubs his eyes from exhaustion. Youโre sure itโs past midnight. โWhat did you write your paper on?โ
You cannot help but yawn. โUh, I wrote it on Still I Rise just because it answers the prompt pretty well.โ With droopy eyes, you look at your friend who now leans his head on his arm that is propped up on the table.
โMan, thatโs good.โ You cannot help but chuckle at his reaction. โIโm hesitant about using a poem just because Iโm scared I wonโt be able to share my thoughts well. Like, I know I talked about how we interpret the text as something that matters, but sometimes I cannot make sense of what these poets are saying.โ His tired expression shows how long heโs been pondering on what to write.
With the paper due a few days from now, you were sure Eric was pressured to think of anything to write about. So you decide to lean back in your chair, brainstorming for anything to help him. Yet, you only draw a blank, clearly exhausted from all the studying and writing youโve been doing.
His cackle comes out of the blue. Your eyes snap to his face, seeing that his crinkled eyes are set on you. You donโt miss how the students around your area shush him. Eric is suddenly aware of how loud he is as he cannot help but sink into his chair out of embarrassment.
โSorry, the expression you had on your face made me laugh,โ he shyly admits.
You frown at him before saying, โFine, youโre on your own now.โ Your eyes dart back to your laptop.
โOkay, wait!โ He quietly exclaims as he grabs onto your forearm. Your eyes drift to his hand that rests on your arm, slowly drifting away from exhaustion. Before you can comment, he retracts his hand. โI would love your help.โ
As your eyes settle on him, you notice the pout that rests on his lips. His doe eyes still manage to sparkle in the dimly lit room. The sight warms your heartโyou almost let your calm demeanor falter.
โI wish I could help but for once, I canโt think of anything.โ As you say those words, the cold air hits your skin. You cross your arms as a shiver runs down your spine.
Somehow, Eric is quick to catch on to your behavior. You watch how he pulls off his hoodie, hair ruffled from the action. And before you know it, he hands it to you.
โHere,โ he says as he drops it right beside your laptop, covering your notes. Although you shake your head, he can only roll his eyes. โYou clearly need it more than I do.โ
With no sign that heโll back down, you cannot help but sigh. You grab onto the piece of clothing and slip it on you, getting a whiff of a fruity and spicy scent that clings onto it. With how big the hoodie is, it almost acts like a blanket. And when you look back at Eric, you notice the soft expression that takes over his faceโa smile that is enough to warm your heart.
โI think you should take a nap.โ His suggestion has you shaking your head. โYouโre clearly tired.โ
You roll your eyes before going back to your laptop. โI canโt or else Iโll be behind on my tasks.โ
โOkay, but if you only take an hour to nap, Iโm sure youโll feel well-rested enough to work better.โ
Your friend made a valid point. At the rate you were going, you were barely absorbing anything. But you didnโt want to slack off nor did you want to fall behind on your studies.
And as if he notices your worries, he says, โIโll make sure to wake you up an hour from now.โ
You cannot hold back the smile that appears on your face. Somehow, Eric knew all the right words to say in the short span of time he has gotten to know you. And before you know it, your arms settle on the table as you find your chin settling on them. Whether it would be from pure exhaustion or Ericโs persuasion, you found yourself settling in a position good enough to allow yourself to nap.
The victory smile that takes over Ericโs features is one you wish you could smack off his face for you know itโs because you ended up listening to him, but itโs also one you want to store in your memories. His grin is enough to have you smiling back, though you bury the bottom half of your face into the sleeves of his hoodie, getting another whiff of his perfume.
He then goes back to his laptop, scrolling away at what you can assume to be the instructions for the essay required by Mr. Hwang. As you watch him ponder, you cannot help but take in his features; from his strong jaw all the way to his eyes that manage to easily shift between a strong glare to a soft gaze. He is someone sculpted by the deitiesโyou werenโt sure why the universe chose you to be graced by his presence.
In your time knowing him, you knew that he presented himself as a goofball to many. He became the life of the party, per se, for he managed to create a comfortable atmosphere for everyone.
And yet, you knew that itโs only a mask he chooses to wear for the sake of others. In these moments, you learn that he is more than just a childish guy. Past all the layers, he is profoundโyou first learned that when he shared his interpretation of Joโs character. You hope that he can find more moments where heโll expose that side to you.
You move your chin to rest on your arms. โCan I ask whatโs your favorite book?โ Your sudden question has his eyes snapping at you. โI just realized that weโve known each other for half a semester because of an English Literature class, but I never bothered to ask about your favorite book.โ
He cannot help but chuckle before saying, โItโs The Notebook.โ His answer has your face contorting into disappointment. โHey, whatโs wrong with that?โ The way he gets defensive has you erupting into a giggle.
โItโs just okay for me. I didnโt enjoy it that much when I read it.โ
He furrows his eyebrows not due to disapproval but genuine curiosity. โOkay, so whatโs your favorite book then?โ
โPride and Prejudice.โ The answer leaves your mouth quickly, almost like itโs second nature to answer the question with that title.
He hums before admitting, โIโve never read it.โ
โYeah, it shows.โ The remark leaves your mouth without letting a second thought come. You notice the way Ericโs expression shifts into a scornful one, and you cannot help but giggle. โI just think that you might reconsider what your favorite book is after reading Pride and Prejudice, you know?โ He only nods at your words.
You let out a sigh. โI actually want to reread that book after midterms are done.โ Your blinks are slow, exhaustion taking over your body.
Eric is quick to notice how sleepy youโre getting. โGo to sleep. Iโll wake you up an hour from now.โ All you do is hum before snuggling the lower half of your face into the sleeves of his hoodie, eyes now closed.
A few minutes pass, and you hear a chair screech softly. You can only assume that Eric had to use the washroom. But when you heard the chair move once more only a few minutes later, you were sure that he only had to get something.
As you hear him clear his throat for a moment, you keep your eyes closed. You try your best to not show youโre awake. And once more minutes have passed, you decide that the coast is clear.
Once you open one eye, you notice that Eric is leaning back in his chair with a book in his hand. He reads it intently, unaware of your gaze on him. You let your gaze drift to the cover of the book, and it takes everything in you to hold back a gasp. In his hands is a copy of Pride and Prejudice, the same one you found yourself revisiting just to read your favorite passages.
As you let your eyes close, a smile shows on your lips. Thankfully, it is hidden by the sleeves your face is snuggled into. With the sight replaying in your head accompanied by his perfume, your heart warms at the thought of him. You can only hope that heโll love that book as much as you doโyou can only hope that this infatuation will pass.
CHAPTER FOUR: EMMA
The season of fall has come; the sky is a patchwork of hues of orange; the leaves have turned to shades of brown; the wind has gotten cooler. Long gone was the heat that summer broughtโyou were dying to experience the joys of autumn.
Thankfully, you finished your last class for the day. As students piled out of the classroom, you were taking your time tidying your things. For once, you didnโt have any tasks to accomplish within the day which meant tonight would be time for you to enjoy, all snuggled up in bed as you finally reread Pride and Prejudice.
You were satisfied with the grades you received from your midterm assessments. Somehow, your efforts spent studying reflected well in the feedback your professors provided. Now, you can reward yourself with reading your favorite book.
When you exit the classroom, you expect yourself to go straight back to your dorm. However, the sight of Eric Sohn standing outside with his back leaning on the wall is what disrupts your plans.
โEric? How did you know I was here?โ Your shocked expression has him chuckling.
โWe exchanged schedules, remember?โ He says as he stands up straight, walking closer to you. You two stood in the middle of the hallway with little to no students in sight. โI kind of got lost, if Iโm going to be honest.โ
As he admits that information, you cannot help but giggle. โI mean, this is where most of my major classes are. Thatโs why Iโm surprised to see a Hotel Culinary Arts student like you here.โ He shoots you that boyish grin which has you smiling back. โSo, to what do I owe this pleasure? Do you perhaps need help with the upcoming assessment for Mr. Hwangโs class?โ You attempt to joke as you remain unaware of the reason behind Ericโs visit.
But when he pulls out a book from behind his back, your smile shifts into a shocked expression. In his hands is a new copy of Pride and Prejudice, one different from the one that he was reading in the library that one night. As your eyes zero on the book he holds, you do not pay attention to whatever expression Eric may have.
โI finally got around to reading your favorite book, and I have to admit that youโre right. I think this might be my new favorite book,โ he hands the book to you. Your hands trail over the cover, still shocked that he ended up finishing it. โAnd I wanted to finish it before you reread it.โ
You were expecting him to only read a few chapters, but for him to find enough time to finish it before you could pick it up? You realized you were screwed.
Your hands find themselves flipping through the pagesโand holy shit, there are notes and scribbles all over the pages. โI wanted to annotate it just so you can also read my reactions and interpretations as you reread it.โ Your mouth parts open at his words, clearly in awe of the action.
The pages are littered with underlines and circles, highlighting passages and quotes that seem to resonate with Eric. On the margins, you notice notes that are simple one-liners and others that are long enough to fill up the pagesโ spaces.
โIโI donโt,โ you look up to the boy in front of you. With his smile still plastered on his face, you do everything in you to find the right words to say. Yet, itโs impossibleโthis is the first time someone has done this for you.
He chuckles at your lack of words and says, โI would love to stay and hear how much you enjoy this, but I unfortunately have a class to get to all the way in the Culinary Arts building.โ He lets his hand rest on your shoulder, squeezing it as if itโs his way to snap you out of your trance.
But the thing is you are not in any way out of touch with reality. Not only did he give you an annotated copy of your favorite book but he waited until your last class in a building that is all the way on the opposite side of where he needs to be. And at this moment you knew you were doomedโthat this budding infatuation is turning into something more.
โIโll see you next week in class, okay?โ He says with a smile. You can only nod, still unable to speak. โOr tomorrow, if youโd like.โ And before you can question him, he quickly makes his way out of the building. You let your eyes watch his figure that continues to sprint away.
As soon as heโs gone, you look back down at the book in your hands. You flip through the pages as you still remain in shock at what he gifted you. That is until you notice a post-it note stuck on the last page. When you open it to the page, you expect it to be an index of what his annotations mean. Instead, it is a message directed towards you, and you cannot help but feel your heartstrings tug at his words.
would you be interested in going on a reading date with me?
โ yes โ no </3
p.s. you can just text me your answer :) maybe we can plan something tomorrow (that is if you see it by the time i give this to you)
And you tell yourself that this is wrongโthat you should not be considering his offer no matter how friendly it may be. But with how heโs been treating you, you almost hope that this isnโt just him being friendly. You want to be on the receiving end of his affectionโof his love.
It seems stupid to go back on your word of refusing to entertain love. Your plans are focused on graduating summa cum laude without ever allocating space for someone to take up your time. But is it wrong that someone has you reconsidering what you originally thought? Is it a sin for you to want to experience the joys of love despite your past reluctance?
So for once, you fully understand Joโs characterโyou want to achieve in your endeavors all while experiencing the joys of love. And thereโs nothing wrong with having that mindset after all.
The season of autumn is your favorite; the sight of leaves falling is a sight you cannot help but enjoy watching. In the same way leaves fall from the tree to the ground, you have fallen for Eric Sohn.
CHAPTER FIVE: SONNET 18
โSo, whatโs your favorite scene from Pride and Prejudice?โ You decide to ask Eric as you two pass through shelves filled to the brim with antique books.
He hums as he follows closely behind you. โI think it was the first time Lizzie and Mr. Darcy danced together.โ
You glance at the boy behind you, humming along with his answer. โYeah, I really like Austenโs use of the motif of dance.โ You come to a halt as you stand in front of a shelf full of classics. โI mean, she uses dance to show attraction between Mr. Darcy and Lizzie without them even realizing it.โ Once you turn your head to face Eric, you notice a smile on his lips.
โYeah, theyโre remarkable,โ he mutters as his eyes remain on you.
Under his gaze, your knees start to get weak. You cannot help but gulp as you look back to the shelves with cheeks dusted red.
Today, you and Eric were in the middle of a dateโnot a reading one, but an actual date. At first, you were nervous about having lunch with him mainly because you werenโt sure what to talk about. But he found a way to lead the conversation, making sure to build an environment where you two could talk about anything and everything.
Eric decided to bring you to an antique bookstore near campus considering that you two share an affinity for readingโthough you were more interested compared to him. The selection they have covers fictional classics all the way to nonfiction recipe books. Itโs definitely smaller than what the library offers but bigger than another bookstore you tend to frequent.
As your eyes scan through the collection, your eyes catch onto a copy of Sense and Sensibility, another book by Jane Austen that youโve been meaning to pick up. โAh! Iโve been meaning to read this,โ you exclaim as you pull it out. With your eyes still looking through the selection, you spot another book youโve wanted to read for a while. โOh, they also have Wuthering Heights!โ As you grab onto the other book, you look down to admire the covers.ย
While youโre entranced by all the antique books standing in front of you, Eric cannot help but chuckle at your reaction. You whip your head only to see that god-forbidden boyish grin on his faceโthe same one that got you hooked onto him at the first meeting. He leans his side on the bookshelf all while he stares at you.
With that, you frown as you tilt your head. โWhy are you laughing?โ The question that leaves your mouth is out of genuine curiosity.
โNo reason,โ he starts off. โYouโre pretty, especially when you talk about books.โ
Your eyebrows raise in shock, thrown off by the sudden compliment. Eric has never been the type to tell you such during your time knowing him but hearing him say it now has your knees weak. Suddenly, all resolve was gone and you had no idea how to respond.ย
And before you know it, you say, โYouโre pretty, too.โ
The words come out quickly without a second thought, and only when they leave your mouth do you realize how weird you are for saying such. But you notice the way his smile gets bigger, and you cannot help but feel your cheeks warm up once more out of flusters and embarrassment.
โAre you done picking out the books you want?โ
โUh, yeah,โ you start off as you glance at your books. โWhat are you going to get?โ
He hums as he stands up straight, looking at the shelf in front of you two. โDo you have another book recommendation for me?โ He looks back at you.
You bite the inside of your cheek as you hum, thinking of a book. โMaybe Jane Eyre? By Charlotte Brontรซ?โ Youโre ready to tell him the synopsis of the book, but he doesnโt spare you another second for he grabs the book.
โOkay,โ he smiles as he raises the book up. โIโll pay for your books while Iโm at it.โ
You immediately shake your head at his words. โHuh? No, you donโt need to.โ You hold the books close to your chest. โYou paid for lunch already.โ
He rolls his eyes before extending his free hand out to you. โItโs fine. I want to buy these books for you.โ Your eyes are wide as you slowly feel yourself moving the stack of books away from your chest. โSo long as we get to have that reading date, Iโm happy to buy them for you.โ
You would deny his offer, but you hate to admit that the idea of having someone you like buy the books youโve been wanting to read has your heart warming. Buying you books, reading your recommendations, and annotating a book just for youโtheyโre the easiest ways to your heart, and he figured them out.
With that, you find yourself handing the two books to him. He smiles as he glances at the three books in his hands. And before you know it, he quickly links his arm with you as he drags you to the cashier. You donโt know how you got lucky to know a guy like him.ย
CHAPTER SIX: SO TIRED BLUES
Usually, the hours of the night are the ones you find most comfort in. Itโs the illusion of being away from the hours that demanded you to interact with others. You love spending your time alone doing whatever, whether it may be your own hobbies or the coursework you need to accomplish. This time of day had you in a state of tranquility, at most, for you were comforted with the idea that nothing can disturb you.
But for once, you werenโt calm during these hours. As you stare at your shared document that barely had any input from your groupmates, you feel your sanity slipping away. This assessment is due two days from nowโwhat can your groupmates offer during this time crunch?
You lean your head in your hands as your eyes rest on your keyboard. As you let out a groan, you cannot help but grip your hair out of frustration.ย
โWhatโs wrong?โ
As you look at your friend who sits beside you, you cannot help but pout. โEric, I canโt do this.โ
Despite these hours being reserved for your alone time, you chose to spend these with him. The date was a successโyou two were practically inseparable at this point. But you two were still going on dates without any expectation, still exploring whatever you two truly felt towards each other.
To be fair, you were still hesitant about jumping into a relationship with him. You still werenโt sure how possible it was for you to handle your studies along with being in a relationship. And you hate to admit it but youโre terrifiedโwhat if the love you read about is nothing like what youโll experience with Eric?
So for now, youโll only allow yourself to enjoy what you have now. It is only when the universe forces you to confront these sentiments that youโll figure out the answer.
He crosses his arm as he leans back in the booth you two sat on. โYou want to tell me about it?โ And for a moment, you consider not doing such. You didnโt want to waste both yours and Ericโs time complaining about shitty and unresponsive groupmates.
But he doesnโt give you a moment to indulge any further in those worries, for he says, โWe have enough time for you to talk about it.โ He shows you a smile, one that is enough to bring you comfort. โLet me become someone you can lean on.โ
And with that, you find yourself spilling out your frustrations. โIโve just been so stressed, you know? My group mates are so shit, Iโm not sure how good of an output weโll be able to submit on time,โ you start off. โIโve been reminding them nonstop to do their work, and they just keep ignoring me. And it doesnโt help that my professor doesnโt give a fuck.โ
Eric cannot help but let out a hiss of annoyance at your situation. โThatโs terrible.โ
โI know, right? And this assessment is at least 30% of my grade. How am I going to get an A in this class if my groupmates refuse to help?โ You cannot help but groan as you lean back.
As you stare up at the ceiling, you tongue the inside of your cheek as you ponder over the situation youโre in. And youโre not sure what takes over you when you share your next set of thoughts. โI justโI want to achieve so many things, but itโs so hard when youโre not supported.โ
Despite your eyes staring up at the ceiling, you can feel Ericโs gaze on you as you reveal a part youโve never shared with him. So you let out a sigh before saying, โI know I talk so much about wanting to ace all my subjects and graduate with flying colors, but some days itโs hard to keep up with that type of mentality.โ You let your eyes close for a moment. โItโs hard to aspire for so many things when you donโt have someone to fall back on.โ
Although you have the passion to achieve the different goals you set for yourself, it becomes impossible to keep that fire going on most days. Sure, you had friends from your course and extracurriculars, but they were never ones you could find yourself going to easily. In most instances, you would be by yourself as you were scared to insert yourself into peopleโs circles.
With that lack of a support system, it became difficult to attain your goal. Although you try your hardest to keep your mind set on the prize, you cannot deny that you find yourself slipping into burnout in most instances.
โI feel like Iโm teetering on the edge of burnout, you know? And I know most people would say to take a break or to indulge in a hobby, but,โ you look at the boy beside you whose face is full of concern. โIโm exhausted from reading.โ
Itโs something you didnโt like to admit out loud. Eric knew you as the person who would read at any hour if they couldโthe one who wishes they could consume books even while asleep. So it hurts to say that you were growing tired of the hobbyโthe one thing that provided you escapism.
You let out a bitter chuckle as your tired eyes drifted away from him, staring off into the distance. โIt gets hard to read when all you do in a course is read. It requires so much energy, and most days I just donโt have that.โ As you say those words, you let out a sigh. โAnd even when I forced myself to read, whether it would be for my own pleasure or a requirement for school, I could never digest the passages.โ
Eric hums at your reveal. And when he reaches out for your hand, it feels as if all your worries are lifted off your shoulders. โIs there any way that I can help?โ
You cannot help but chuckle as your eyes rest back on him. With his worried expression, you only show him a small smile. โNo,โ you shake your head. โBut itโs fine. Iโm glad that someone listened to me.โ
Itโs not like you were aiming to have your problems solved by him. If anything, you realize how much weight was lifted off of you after admitting these to a friend.
โYeah,โ he sighs. โIโm sorry I canโt do much to help you, especially with your group work.โ
You can only hum as you take a deep breath. โYeah. I just need to take over their parts and remove their names, I guess.โ As you say that, Eric cannot help but nod along with a chuckle leaving his mouth.
Youโre about to get back to the work you were dreading until he asks you something. โHey, I donโt know how much this would help, but maybe I can read you some passages of where I am in The Awakening if youโd like.โ Your eyes widen at his suggestion. โIโm sure youโre way ahead of me but this could be a refresher, you know? While you take a break, I can be your audiobook.โ
And you cannot hold back the smile that shows on your lips. Somehow, Eric is always looking out for you, whether it be through keeping your love for literature going or making sure you are well-rested on most occasions.
With that, you find yourself leaning your head on his shoulder. As you let your eyes close, you mutter, โYes, please.โ
He chuckles at the way you seem to melt on his shoulder. And just like that, he starts to recite the words of Chopin.
As his voice fills your ears, youโre reminded of the first time you first met Eric. Something about his voice is enough to ease your worriesโto bring you into a state of tranquility. And somehow, he became the late hours of the day for youโyouโve managed to find peace through his presence for all he did is support you.ย
CHAPTER SEVEN: HOW DO I LOVE THEE? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS
It seems like the season of fall is about to end. Itโs getting colder than usual and you cannot help but wear more layers than you typically would during autumn. Although winter is about to come, however, you were seated on a picnic blanket with your back leaning against a tree trunk. And on your lap is where Ericโs head lays as he continues to read Jane Eyre.
While you were trying to read your copy of Wuthering Heights, you couldnโt help but glance at Eric every once in a while. After going on multiple dates with him throughout the semester, you werenโt sure exactly where you two were in your relationship. And you know you should take the initiative to ask, but you didnโt want to say the wrong words.
โEric,โ you call out his name as your voice quivers. He looks away from his book to stare right back at you. As he hums in curiosity, you cannot help but bite the inside of your cheek. โI have a question.โ
โShoot.โ
โWhy did you sit beside me?โ You notice his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. โDuring the first meeting, I mean. Why did you choose to sit beside me when there were other vacant spots?โ As you say those words, you spot how his mouth parts open in realization. However, it shifts into a smug grin.
โCause I thought you were cute.โ His reply has your eyes widening in shock. You knew Eric tends to be straightforward, but you werenโt expecting that to be his answer. You were sure that your cheeks were warm at his reasoning.
He then sits up, now face-to-face with you. โWell, thatโs what I thought at first. But I got to know you more through the times we studied together, you know?โ With his eyes staring intently back at yours, you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.
โI mean, the first time I got to know you, you were talking about how you wouldnโt entertain the idea of romance, so I couldnโt help but become interested in you.โ His hand reaches out for yours that rests on your lap. โAnd throughout our time together, I learned about all your hopes and dreams and your love for literature.โ
You notice the way he takes a deep breath in as his eyes close momentarily. โI couldnโt help but like you,โ he admits. As soon as he opens his eyes, he is met by yours that are wide as they stare back at him.
โIโm sure it wasnโt a secret with how we were going on dates, but I thought I should vocalize it now,โ he starts off as he looks down at your interlocked hands. โI was starting to wish that these dates would give you enough of a reason to reconsider what you first thoughtโthat maybe I could become a reason for you to reconsider after all.โ
But as soon as he looks back at you, you feel your heartstrings tug as he draws circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. And the next thing he says is enough to warm your heart. โBut I would never push you into a relationship with me. I know you care about your studies, and you worry too much about your grades. Sometimes, I wish I could tell you to take it easy.โ He cannot help but giggle as he says those words, causing you to laugh along with him.
โBut I hope you know that Iโll be here to support you, whether as a friend or as your boyfriend if youโll have me.โ
And you realize that youโve been wrong all this time. Youโve fallen under this idea that the road to success means to get rid of all distractionsโthat love is nothing but a hindrance to the path you want to take. But itโs not that you can only have one or the otherโyou could choose to have both if you made the effort to do so.
In your time knowing Eric Sohn, you learned the joys of love even if you werenโt signing up for such joys came in the form of him. To you, he is what the poets describe as love embodied. From the first time you two worked together all the way to midterm season until your breakdown, you realize that he is the support you were seeking out all this time. And so you wonder to yourself how lucky you can be to receive something you werenโt seeking but still desperately craved.
So you let yourself lean forward, your face inching closer to his. His breath hitches at your action. As your eyes flicker down to his lips for a second, you cannot help but hear your heartbeat in your ears. Your eyes meet his, and you notice the way he holds his breath. So you cannot help but let yourself smile for a moment.
And before he knows it, your lips crash into his. Your hand reaches out to the side of his face while your arm wraps around the back of his neck, holding him close. His hand holds onto your waist, drawing shapes on it with his thumb.
As your noses bump against each other, Eric cannot help but giggle in the middle of the kiss. You two part away as you continue to look at each other. โSo, will you let me be yours?โ And his question is enough to pull on your heartstrings.
Itโs the phrasing that gets to youโhis choice of words to let him be yours versus you being his is what has you realizing just how much he likes you. Itโs this whole idea that you didnโt have to surrender anything to him for he is willing to build around you.
But the reality is you would do the same for himโyouโre willing to make space for him to take up in your life the same way he already has done for you.
And so you say, โYou can be mine if you let me be yours.โ
The boyish grin you first found yourself falling in love with appears on his face. โI wouldnโt have it any other way.โ
You wish you could tell your past self that nothing goes according to plan. What you may have first thought is not what may push through in the end. While you were never signing up to find love in your years in university, the universe decided to give you a reason to reconsider. And now you know that you can have bothโthat you can achieve your aspirations while still being in love. All it took was time, effort, support, and a boy named Eric Sohn to have you believe that.
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Author's Note: First series about Chris & Y/n! I have a lot of ideas for them so I hope you enjoy part one! I was inspired to write this by the song Martin & Gina by Polo G ๐ซถ๐ผ This chapter is in Chris's POV but it will go back & forth!
Synopsis: (Chris's POV) Chris would do absolutely anything to keep his best friend safe and happy.
Warnings: Language, small use of the word r*pe (nothing happens), alcohol/over drinking, fluff
Word Count: 2k+
Chrisโs POV
My eyes were locked on her. I couldnโt help but smile as I watched the way she moved her body on the dancefloor. She was so effortlessly beautiful. She always had been.ย
I was fascinated by her the second I met her at nine years old. It was the first time I ever felt any type of feeling for a girl. The way she smiled and waved at me from across the street as she helped her parents carry boxes inside. I couldnโt help but smile back. And when my mom insisted me and my brothers go help our new neighbors, I got choked up in her presence.ย
But thatโs a story Iโll reminisce about another day. Right now my job as her best friend was to protect her at all costs. Y/n had a lot of ups and downs in her life and I was by her side for every single one of them. But now that we were in our 20โs living in LA, free from the confines of our parents and hometown, she really loved to let loose and forget everything that ever happened to her. I loved watching her have fun but she wasnโt always the most graceful drunk. And if Iโve learned anything from the guys that frequent the sleazy bars and clubs downtown, itโs that they have no respect for women, which made my drunk and vulnerable best friend an easy target.ย
So yeah, while my brothers and friends were also letting loose, I always had an eye on Y/n and remained close enough to her to rescue her if she needed me but not too close that I was hovering like an overprotective dog.ย
Me and Matt both threw back a shot of whiskey at the bar. I checked my phone, it was 11:34 pm. Taking me all of two, maybe three seconds tops. I glanced back over to where I had last seen Y/n and Madi dancing but now Y/n was missing. I make my way through the sea of people towards Madi.
โWhereโs Y/n?!โ I yell over the music.ย
Madi looks around. โI donโt know! She was just here!โ
I could feel my stomach tighten as I looked around the room. She couldnโt have gone far, I only looked away for two seconds. My eyes landed on her new gold dress, she was barely able to walk, leaning on some random guy for support as he led her towards the exit of the club.
โY/n!โ I yelled, pushing past people to get to her as quickly as I could. I reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face me. โY/n! Are you okay?!โ
โChrisssyyyyy!โ She beamed and fell into me, wrapping her arms loosely around my neck. โIโm drunkkkk!โ
โYo, do you mind? Iโm tryna get some tail!โ The skeezy fuck that had his dirty hands on her said to me.
โUh, yeah, I fucking mind!โ I snapped back at him, pulling Y/n to my side. โBack the fuck up, homie!โ
โWhatโs going on?!โ Nick asked as he approached with Matt and Madi.ย
I handed Y/n off to Madi. โThis fucking sleaze bag was about to take Y/n home and fucking rape her!โ
โI wasnโt gonna rape her, man! She said she was down!โ He replied.ย
โDoes she look like sheโs in any state to consent?!โ Nick shot back at him.ย
I could feel a heat rising in my chest as he eyed Y/n again.
โLooks like she takes it all the time!โ The guy laughed and it triggered an immediate reaction in me.ย
Before I even knew what was happening, my fist crashed against his jaw, knocking it out of place. He attempted to swing back but I was already two steps ahead of him, laying into him with everything I had.
โChris!โ Matt and Nick yelled simultaneously, grabbing my arms and pulling me away as a few other people dragged the guys limp body away from me.ย
โSay it again, homie! See what fucking happens!โ I was screaming at him. โOh whatโs that?! Canโt talk with a busted ass jaw?!โ
โYou three, out!โ The bouncer yelled, grabbing me, Nick, and Matt and throwing us out the front door. โGet out of here before the cops show up, kid.โ He said to me.
โIโm not leaving without Y/n.โ I told him.ย
โWeโre comingโฆโ Madi said, guiding Y/n out of the club.ย
I took her into my arms once again and tilted her chin up to look at me. โY/n, sweetheart. Look at me.โ I said to her, it took a moment for her eyes to focus but once they did she smiled. โYou okay?โ
โMhmm,โ She giggled. โI missed you!โ She had no recollection of what just happened.
I was annoyed with the events that just took place but her honey soaked voice always made me smile. โLetโs get you home, yeah?โ
โMmmmkayโฆโ She agreed. โ
โIs she okay?โ Matt asked.ย
โSheโll be fine. Iโm taking her home.โ I told them. โYou guys can stay out if you want.โ
โYou sure you donโt need any help?โ Nick asked.
โI got her. Go have fun. Iโll see you guys in the morning.โ I said, crouching down slightly. โGet on my back, sweetheart.โ I said to Y/n.ย
She sloppily threw herself against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I helped her onto my back. She was minutes away from passing out and since home was right up the street, I didnโt mind carrying her.ย
โAlrightโฆtext us when youโre home.โ Matt said. I gave him a mock salute and made my way towards my house.ย
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โY/n, wake up!โ I whispered to her softly as I let her down. โWeโre home.โย
โHmm?โ She hummed.
โWeโre home. Letโs get you to bed, okay?โย
โChris, I donโt feel goodโฆโ She said.
โAre you gonna be si-โ I was quickly cut off with the answer to my question as she threw up all over her new dress. โFuck, sweetheart, come here.โ I shifted her to the side so that she was aiming for the bushes as I held her hair back. โJust let it out.โ She puked for a full minute before finally being able to catch her breath.
โI might have drank too muchโฆโ She said softly. Her voice was hoarse.ย
She seemed so weak and pitiful. It broke my heart. I hated seeing her like this. โItโs okay, letโs get you cleaned up, okay? Can you walk?โ
She nodded. I led her into the house and helped her downstairs to my room. I turned on the shower and grabbed her some towels. โIโll grab you some clothes to wear. Do you want me to wash your dress?โย
โYes pleaseโฆโ She said softly.
โIโll be right back,โ I said as I closed the bathroom door, allowing her to strip out of her dress and heels. I went to my dresser and grabbed my favorite t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. I also grabbed her a bottle of water. She already had her own drawer in my bathroom with all of her basic necessities. She stayed over all the time so I wanted to be sure she had everything she needed. I went over and knocked on the door. She swung it open, a towel draped around her body and mascara running down her cheeks.ย
โY/n, whatโs wrong? Do you feel sick again?โ I asked.ย
โNo. Iโm justโฆIโm sorryโฆโ She mumbled.
โHey!โ I said, taking her chin between my thumb and index finger, forcing her to look up at me. โDonโt be sorry. Everything is fine, alright?โ She sniffled softly and I pulled her in for a hug, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. โTake your time, get cleaned up, okay? Iโll make you something to eat and then we can go to bed, yeah?โ
She nodded in agreement and I smiled at her. โHereโs some clean clothes and water. Give me your dress, Iโll throw it in the wash. She handed me her dress and I moved to close the door. โYell if you need me, okay?โ
She smiled in agreement and with that, I left her alone to gather herself. I headed upstairs and threw her dress in the washer. I looked at all the cycle options with confusion, trying to decide how exactly this machine worked. I picked up my phone and texted Matt.
Chris: How do I work the washer?
Matt: What are you washing?
Chris: Y/nโs dress. She got sick.
Matt: Just put a little bit of detergent in, turn it to delicate and press start.
Chris: Thx bro
I put my phone down and sighed. I went to the freezer and grabbed a pizza, throwing it in the oven before I thought back on the events of the night. I couldnโt fucking believe how shitty some people were. What if I hadnโt caught Y/n in time? What if she ended up in that dude's car and he took her home to do God knows what? It made me sick just thinking about it. I looked down at my hand and noticed the dried blood on my knuckles. I didnโt notice it until now but the second I realized I had split one open I began to feel the pain.ย
I went over to the sink to scrub my hands, hissing as the water ran over the gash on my knuckle, proving to be a lot larger than I had originally thought. I opened the cabinet above the microwave where Nick had dedicated a space to cures for any ailment. I pulled out the first aid kit and wrapped a bandage around my hand, using my teeth to tear the cloth.ย
The oven went off and I pulled the pizza out, cutting it and throwing a few slices onto a plate. It was a regular cheese pizza but I knew it would help sober Y/n up a bit so she could hopefully sleep peacefully tonight.ย
I grabbed a Pepsi and water from the fridge and made my way downstairs. When I got to my room, Y/n was still in the shower. I put her pizza and water on her side of the bed and grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels to find something decent to watch at this hour. I finally landed on Spongebob and thought that would be a good option to fall asleep to.ย
I heard the shower shut off and I scrolled my phone as I waited for Y/n to join me in bed. It was another 20 minutes before she finally emerged from the bathroom.ย
โHey! Howโre you feeling?โ I ask her as I pulled the covers back for her to get into bed. She looked so cute with her braided hair and bare face with my t-shirt draped over her like a dress.ย
โA little better,โ She shrugged. โLess drunk.โ
โGood. Letโs get some sleep, sweetheart.โ
โI donโt even remember what happened tonight. I completely blacked out.โ She said as she sat in bed and hugged her knees to her chest.ย
โDonโt worry about it,โ I said, pulling her into me. โEverything is fine. Youโre here and youโre safe, okay?โ She nodded and rested her head on my shoulder. She felt so weak and fragile. โDo you want some food? I made pizza if you want it.โ
โMaybe in a bit,โ She sniffles. โCan we just cuddle first?โ
โOf course, come here.โ I leaned back and Y/n rested her head on my chest. I dragged my fingers softly over her back, willing her to sleep while she had an arm and leg draped over me.ย
In less than ten minutes I could hear soft snores escape her lips and I smiled. I felt like such a dick for losing sight of her. I had to keep reminding myself that she was here with me and safe. Nothing could hurt her now.ย
She was an adult and she could do as she pleased. But I so badly just wanted to spend eternity with her here in my room where I knew I could protect her from all the evil of the world. She didnโt deserve the shit life has thrown at her and watching her drink her pain away broke my heart. I wish I knew how to help herโฆ
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my heart calls your name
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader
Genre: modern life mutual pining, friends to lovers, there's spice, smut, fluff, Zoro is a normal being with feelings and reader has personality
Word count: 20.1k+ (new recount)
Part 1
A/N: This is the sequel to New Year, New Me :) Firstly, I would suggest reading Part 1 before this one. Secondly, I started working on this as soon as I finished the first part and it has been a wip for 3 months. It was supposed to be a Valentine's gift but my writing went into a slump. But, I pushed through and wrote it. It went through so much editing, simply because I wanted to get Zoro as right as possible. He's everything to me so I wanted to give you an almost perfect piece of him.
Lastly, prepare for a long rollercoaster of everything. Literally everything.
Now playing: Did It Again - Shakira, we can't be friends - ariana grande, Sometimes - MUNA, Eres Mia - Romeo Santos, Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith, All Night - Beyonce, La La Lost You - NIKI, pretty boy - M2M
(because I couldn't pick just one song :') )
Early morning of January 1st
Heels and green-haired man on your arm, you walked around looking for a place to eat at. The sand between your toes felt warm, welcoming the first glimmering rays of sun, the sea just as excited to wash away the old and bring new tides afloat. Though early, the air buzzed with the atmosphere of the previous night, faint music still playing from the houses nearby.
You passed by multiple cafes and diners but they all closed early in the morning to go on holiday. Every knock on the door was met with an apologetic smile, sending you out to venture further down the beach in hopes of at least finding a vendor that was still selling food.
Just when you thought all hope was lost, you spotted a restaurant that was still open. Today's menu was plastered out on a board outside with the schedule that said they're still serving for a bit. Just enough to grab a bite.
Picking out a table overlooking the azure sea, you went to pull out a chair when Zoro stopped you to do it for you. Shaking your head with a smile at his gentlemanly mannerisms, you sat down as he pushed it closer to the table before sitting down on the opposite side.
You scoured the menu, stomach twisting in hunger at all the food combinations. Salmon on a bed of baked wedges, mussels boiled in white wine, even your usual chicken tenders - this place had everything. It was hard to pick just one thing, but you had to make up your mind before your insides started digesting themselves.
Zoro didn't have it any easier than you. He perched the menu in one hand while the other sat on his chin as he contemplated what looked awfully like the drinks page. From the way he bit his lip in thinking and the way his sleeves were messily made up to his elbow, he himself looked appetizing enough for you.
"Something tells me you're not that hungry," he flashed you a knowing smirk under the pretense that he was looking at beverages.
"I am," you stated, sheepishly diverting your eyes back to your own menu.
"Then why are you browsing me instead of today's special?"
At that you closed your menu and sat back, folding your arms over your chest. So, audacity is indeed a manly thing.
"You are scrumptious, I'll give you that," you admitted, narrowing your eyes at him.
"Only that?" he wiggled his eyebrows from behind his menu and you couldn't help but break into a giggle at his playful behaviour.
Is this the same man I drank a whole bottle of champagne with last night? I'm pretty sure he slept less than I did but he seems more energetic than anyone could ever be this early. Interesting.
"We'll see," you said, pulling your lips into a thin line to prevent a grin that would give away most of your thoughts about him that were, let's say, more than scrumptious could entail.
The waiter came over and took your order with a little flirting around you. Though sweet in his remarks, you had to admit he had nothing on the man sitting in front of you. But, you engaged in it simply because you wanted to gauge an innocent reaction. And you did.
Seeing Zoro's hand tighten on the tissue box like it was one of his mortal enemies, you smiled internally. So, he's territorial too. Poor paper crunched under the strength of his fist, knuckles white from making sure no corner escaped its crumpling demise. Once the waiter was gone with your orders, he let go and leaned back in his seat looking out at the sea.
Your eyes landed on him accidentally, being met with a different side of him. One so different from the man you were used to seeing so rough and isolated in his corner at the club. Because right now, he looked so at peace, like this was his natural habitat - close to the sea dancing in the glimmer of the sun with the golden sands in the background.
The soft morning breeze caressed through his green locks, moving them in waves mirroring the calm ones out on the shore. His golden earrings jingled around each other like they were singing their own tune cradled in the arms of the wind. His shirt was now fully dry from your late night splashing game, a few more buttons let loose giving you a peak of his chest. Palm curled around his chin, there was not a thought harbored behind those deep brown eyes.
A heavenly dream walking planet Earth.
The small twinkle reflecting in the corner of his eye made you look out to the water too, curious as to what was so fascinating out there. Though this time, it was his turn to sneak a peek at you while you weren't looking.
His jacket was still snugly wrapped around you, long sleeves neatly rolled up to the cusp of your forearms. Your hair was thrown in a messy bun with a few loose curls falling over your collar bones. Though tired circles rimmed your eyes from staying up with him the night before, talking about everything and nothing at all, your lips were pulled into a soft smile. As if you had the most restful sleep. In his arms of all places.
And that made something bloom in his chest. Something so unknown yet so familiar, almost like the anticipation of what could be if he let his walls down. Only god knew that he was ready to let them all fall down if this was the beginning of something good. Something that he's been waiting for a long time.
It wasn't long until your food arrived. After a long debate, you settled on a creamy shrimp pasta because who doesn't like pasta? You could eat pasta at any time of the day and your stomach would thank you. Although, Zoro's fried chicken wings looked so much more inviting for some reason. Maybe it was the way his eyes closed in delight at the taste on barely his first bite or how he gobbled on them with all the sauce streaming down his lips like they were the very essence of immortality. But those wings looked divine.
He saw you ogling his plate as you mindlessly poked a shrimp around and was about to ask if you wanted one when you just reached out and stole one. You dipped it quickly in the sauce and stuffed the whole thing in your mouth, sighing in the same delightful manner he did. Those were some amazing chicken wings.
"I was just about to offer you one."
"Food tastes so much better when you steal it away," you said, licking your fingers off the leftover sauce. They were just your regular chicken wings but something about them being placed neatly on his plate made them taste so much better than they would have if you ordered them yourself.
You turned back to your pasta and forked a shrimp. Before it could reach your mouth, a firm hand wrapped around your wrist and your fork was redirected to Zoro's lips instead. He bit the shrimp off of it, imitating the sound of delight you previously let out after stealing his chicken wing.
"Hey! That was the shrimp I kept for last."
"That's too bad," he said with his mouth full. "It looked too good to be left for last."
"Then I will have this one," you stole another chicken wing. "And this one and that one and-"
"Then these little shrimps are mine!" he took your whole plate of pasta away leaving you with the stolen wings hanging in the air.
That's how you ended up sitting next to each other to share your dishes together. You kept poking at his as he did with yours, thing that became a custom for you in the coming month.
Breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything in between, they were all consumed together in each other's presence.
Among a few other things.
Grocery runs whenever your fridge was empty, since he liked crashing at your place more often than you could count.
Movie nights spent debating all the romcoms you could find where he would give you a piece of his mind on how much of a douchebag the main lead was and yelling at the tv 'stop being an idiot and go get the girl' on the usual. The neighbors ended up at your door sometimes, asking you to have mercy on their ears and keep it down.
Whenever romantic scenes came on screen, your fingers would always find each other on top of your couch, tangling together just slightly. But he would never admit that he was a romantic at heart, even when his hazy eyes, soft hands and raising heartbeat gave that away. Even when your own beat wildly, inviting him in.
You even went to the gym together a few times, though that endeavor ended as quickly as it started.
"Come on, push it. Bend your knee more. One more time!"
"I'm really trying to, but this is heavy as fuck!" you pushed the leg press feeling the weight thrash your ham strings apart.
"Your body will thank you tomorrow."
"Not if I die today," you gritted out.
"Tell you what. You do three more and you can flip me off all you want."
"I can do that without breaking my knees. What's in it for you?"
"You grant me a wish when I ask for it."
"What kind of wish?" you perked an eyebrow up in suspicion.
"You'll find out when the time comes."
Determined to get your rights of the bet fair and square, you pushed with all your might and completed one. With some struggle and curses, you managed one more push before you felt your knees give in, accepting defeat. That was probably your last leg press forever since you deemed it the demon's machine.
Your legs dropped like dead weight on the floor, heaving breaths as if you ran a full marathon. Disappointment hit you that you lost while the man beside you broke into the biggest grin you've ever seen on his face. It felt almost magnetic to see him like that, a nudge pulling at your own lips that you tried to hide. What loser is happy when his opponent wins?
"You owe me now."
If he was a girl he would've squealed. He was literally beaming with joy.
"Spare me the pride bullshit and give me water."
He handed you his own bottle as he crouched down next to you, patting the sweat on the side of your face with a towel making sure to swipe dry even your baby hairs that were sticking up on all sides.
When you told him you wanted to try working out with him, though you weren't big on physical exercise, he was over the moon. Studying you as you laid on the bench, drenched in sweat and with your cheeks filled with water, you were a sight to see. He knew you wouldn't believe him if he told you, but you were glowing brighter than the bright sun outside.
"I'm proud of you,"
You turned to look at him. He wore his gear but did not make a move from beside you the whole time you were at the gym. He trained you on his usual routine, toned down to your own pace, but it turned out to be way harder than he made it look.
Even so, he was there coaching you through it all the way. When you felt like you couldn't do more, he helped you put a little bit more into it with little encouragements like these.
"You're gonna have to carry me home," you breathed out, stretching your aching limbs. "You know that, right?"
"I know," he accepted his demise. "That will be my exercise."
"Are you saying I'm as heavy as the dumbbells you're lifting?"
"You said it not me."
"You little shit."
You were the biggest homebody that's ever homebodied but somehow he managed to do the impossible and get you out of the house. But as romantic as the outings seemed sometimes, he acted like it was just two good friends hanging out.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And that bugged you. Because this wasn't friendly behaviour.
Friends don't take you out on a walk at 2 am when you can't find sleep, twirling you around to let loose in the dead of night, with a lone streetlight lighting your way. Friends don't hold your hand as jazz music plays in some edgy cafรฉ you wanted to try, playing with your fingers that always end up caged between their longer, bulkier ones as you talk over steaming coffee.
Friends don't look at you like that.
Like you could be more, mean more, feel more.
Maybe you were being selfish, but the more time you spent with him the harder it became to part ways. Even if you saw each other the next day, it just wasn't enough for you. You wanted him to stay a little more. Hold your hand a little more.
As slow January turned into warm February, your feelings evolved and you craved to have him around in more than just one way.
Slowly but surely and a little against your will, you found yourself falling for the green-haired guy you kissed on new year's.
And boy, you fell hard.
Present Day
It's Valentine's Day. Oh, how you dreaded this one too. Maybe even more than New Year's.
It was the over-exaggerated displays of affection from strangers on the street, plastering kisses on each other's swollen lips like they would die without getting into a heated make-out session every five minutes. Or the way the florists had heart-shaped balloons tied to bouquets mixed in pinks, whites and reds in every single window. Or the fact that most chocolate was on the best sale price you could get it just because it was a special occasion.
All of it was just a ploy to say love exists and that the world will stop at nothing to capitalize the living hell out of it.
But that was just part of the reason you carried an anti-romantic persona around today. This time you had a reason. There was a love interest on your horizon and you were annoyed that he was too lost drifting in his own world to notice how enamored you were with him.
It was crazy how quickly you fell for him. You promised yourself that fast love wouldn't be the norm anymore. That you would take your time to keep it steady, consistent and cautious. Until he crash landed into your life ripping the safety net that you've threaded for so long at the seams so skillfully, little by little, until you were free-falling.
You needed him. As simple as that. The flirting, the sweet-talking, the teasing. It was all just Cupid's stash of poison arrows aimed and shot deeply into your heart every time you saw him. To make you fall in deeper into an unfamiliar ocean where you couldn't see the top of the water.
You needed him. Before you would go and make a fool of yourself and ruin the great bond you already had for some feelings. Before he would sew his existence onto your soul, your conscience, your very being completely and it would become too much to bear.
You needed him. To see how loving him could feel like.
The digital clock on your bedside table read 2:30 pm. You sat in bed most of the day, whizzing through tv channels faster and faster with every romance movie playing, every news channel talking about this wretched day and how lovers planned to spend it, every love song playing on the radio.
Romance was everywhere and you couldn't do anything to escape it.
Sick of the world and the pure existence of love, you shut the tv off throwing the remote to the other end of the bed and watched the seconds on the clock trickle away, wishing for this day to finally end.
You flipped on your back, letting out a long sigh as the empty ceiling gave way to thoughts of him again. Sighing, you closed your eyes trying to think of something else. But all roads led back to him.
You kind of expected him to make some plans with you even if it was something small like going to get coffee and walk around, though you knew he wasn't one to do things like that.
It wasn't even a minute that he crossed your mind and your phone screen lit up with his name. Cursing telepathy thinking and the universe for loving to bask in your misery, you picked it up finding a surprisingly nervous Zoro on the other line.
"What's up-"
"You, me, tonight. Pick you up at 5?" he rambled quickly and out of breath.
"What?" you asked, trying to make sense of his words.
"I want to take you out tonight," he repeated, a bit more composed than the first time.
"That sounded a little better," you smiled, turning around on your belly.
"Can I take you out tonight?" he asked again, voice way softer and determined than the usual playfulness you grew accustomed to.
What happened to overly cocky Zoro?
"I don't know," you drew out, playing with the hem of the duvet to smoothen the material out, pointer finger spelling the outline of his name absentmindedly on top of it. "Can you?"
You heard him sigh exasperatedly on the other side as you took your sweet time replying. A little payback for waiting so long would hurt no one.
"Jesus, woman. I really want to take you out someplace nice tonight so get dressed as comfortable as you'd like and answer the door at 5. That sound better?"
"It sounded great. I'll be waiting."
"Okay." You could hear his smile through the phone. "See you at 5."
"See you at 5."
The call ended and you stared blankly at the ceiling again, hugging the phone to your chest. His words started seeping into your brain and the realization that he finally asked you out on what was possibly an official date made you grab a pillow to scream into.
"OH MY GOD I'M GOING ON A DATE," you yelled. "Okay, play it cool. Play it cool," you took deep breaths to calm down before something else threw you into panic. "What the fuck am I gonna wear?"
You ran to your closet, throwing it open. Racking through it in a haste since you didn't have the luxury of time, you threw whatever you could find that looked somewhat put together on the bed. Clothes came flying on and off your body as you did a whole catwalk show in front of the mirror. Huffing out in desperation at the mess around your room, you came to the conclusion that none of the outfits looked fit for the occasion.
You needed something to make his eyes pop out of his sockets. Something that would make him see what he's missing and to take that extra step to you. Something...
Tapping your cheek in thinking, you spun around to your closet with a gasp. You ran back to it and sorted out through more hangers, digging all the way into the back until you finally found it. A dress you bought specifically in case you ever got a date that was worth putting in the effort for.
The heart stealer, you called it.
A flowy deep-red satin dress falling just below your knees. It had a sweetheart neckline and straps to hold your jewels better than a bra ever could, the bodice hugging your middle perfectly. Elegant, sexy and comfy, all in one. Plus, the ends twirled around so nicely every time you spun around, imitating a petticoat effect, and the length complimented your height.
She's the one, you smiled.
The time on your phone read 4:57 pm, three minutes before your agreed pick-up time. You've been struggling to put your earrings on for a while now and were growing slightly nervous, thing that wasn't really helping as your hands shook with a burst of impatience. Putting the earrings down before you accidentally pierced your ear, you let out a breath and looked in the mirror. Which made it all worse.
Your eyes jumped around to analyze the way your hair was down and curled unevenly, if you squinted, to how your eyeliner on the right looked slightly more winged than the one on the left. Even the dress straps sat on your shoulders a little too uncomfortably. Suddenly, your confidence faltered and you questioned everything about your outfit.
Is the dress too comfortable?
I'm underdressed, aren't I?
Where is he even taking me?
I look like a walking cherry. Why do I have so much red on me-
A soft knock echoed through your apartment. Your date was here. Taking a deep breath for reassurance and fixing yourself in the wall mirror one more time, you let it be and moved to open the door.
At the door, you were met with the man that plagued your every waking thought. He wore a loose shirt that looked vintage with a few buttons left open and casual dark navy blue tailored pants, falling loosely from his waist. They gave the impression he was taller than he actually was. The way he dressed without as much as batting an eye, you would raid his wardrobe any day.
He leaned forwards to place a courting kiss on your cheek, the closeness engulfing you in his musky vanilla scent you grew so fond of. You could scent him in a crowd of people like a wolf looking for his lost mate. His lips lingered enough to have blood rush to your cheek, feeling it singe as soon as he pulled away the slightest. It surprisingly made you feel calm, forgetting what you were even stressing about in the first place.
Shaking yourself out of the daze, you stepped aside and invited him inside. Something in his hands completely stole your eyes away from him before he even got the chance to offer it to you.
"ARE THOSE MILKA HEARTS?!" you shrieked as he meekly handed you the chocolates. Your heart raced at the gesture, cradling the box closer.
"I have never seen anyone be so loyal to just one brand of chocolate. It's literally all you eat."
"Because they are amazing and they're not too sweet or too expensive. They have so many flavors, even biscuits, ice cream, hot chocolate. Anything you could ever dream of that could be made out of chocolate, they have it. They're just right and perfect," you smiled as you spun around with the box held closely to your chest like it was your most prized possession, the ends of your dress slightly swirling around you.
"Oh, I know," he chuckled at your obsession with the chocolates. "You literally lick the hot chocolate mug clean after you drink it."
"Can't blame me for having a sweet tooth. Thank you for these." You placed them on the counter, deciding against opening the box just yet.
"Do I get something in return for delivering them to you?"
You saw his plan from a mile away - he was chasing a kiss, this time coming from your own initiative. Before you thought it through, your lips were on their way to connect with his cheek in a short but sweet peck.
"How does this do?"
Before you let go, he tensed and you felt it, grinning mischievously on the inside. If he thought you would shy away, especially tonight, he had another thing coming. Two can play this tango.
"Your sweetness is rubbing off on me."
He's saying that as if you didn't catch the slight twitch of his lips and the faintest tint of pink on the tip of his ears before he turned back to being his serious self.
"Is that such a bad thing now?" you countered.
"To be assessed," he piped up, leaning against the counter as he watched you pace around the apartment to finish getting ready.
"Tease."
"You love it."
"I actually hate it."
"You're such a bad liar."
"Maybe, maybe not" you giggled to yourself.
Truth be told, you enjoyed his teasing a lot even if it was overwhelming sometimes. On most days, it made you forget your worries and he managed to pull a smile so genuine out of you that you didn't even know you had.
"You, uh... look nice by the way," he rubbed the back of his neck, taking in your attire from top to bottom properly this time.
Nice wasn't even the word he wanted to use. Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, those sounded more like what he had in mind. The more he looked at you in that red dress, the more he had the urge to close the distance between you, press you against the mirror you paced in front of and smudge that cherry tint off your lips with his own, all the while his hands tangled in your curls.
That... that felt like more than what nice could ever encompass.
"Thank you," you said, the surprise present in your voice cracking him out of his thoughts. "So, what's the itinerary for tonight?"
"It's a secret."
"Is it now?"
"I want you to have a nice time and not overthink it too much. So, you'll just have to wait and see."
"Okay, mister Kinder Surprise. I'll just follow your lead on this one."
Normally, he would come up with an idea and you would plan out the itinerary down to the smallest detail. You weren't sure what he had in mind for today, but at least your outfits matched in comfy and classy levels.
Going back to the mirror, you took another look at yourself and realized he was right. You did look nice. You were just overthinking it. Funny how he already knows what sets you off from enjoying yourself.
Grabbing the earrings again, you tried putting one hoop in only to have it slide to the other side. The closing was just too narrow for your small ears and it annoyed you greatly. You were ready to just leave without them when Zoro stepped in the mirror frame next to you. He held his palm out to you looking at the earrings and you obliged with a sigh.
Placing your hair behind your ear, he wiggled the golden hoop around your ear lobe as you watched through the mirror. The proximity sent your heart thundering. You willed it to stop and take to a regular rhythm before he took note and teased you even more.
Looking for something else to focus on, you found his reflection in the mirror, holding the earring with utmost care and attention. Your eyes flew to his and the tug at his lower lip, the concentration on his face making you blush. He was determined to get those earrings on your ears no matter what.
"My ears are just too small for girly shit," you said, looking down to avoid his intense gaze.
"They're not. You're just a really impatient being when it comes to doing things properly for yourself," he said, successfully clipping the earring in. "There. See?" he tilted his head to look at you with that twinkling glint in his eye. "Pretty."
I could kiss your lips right now. And your eyes and your nose and your lips again. I don't think I could stop.
"Dork," you pushed him away, conscious that you were running behind on time. "Come on, I can't go out with only one earring in."
"Give me a second, Speedy Gonzales."
He put the other one in for you as well and rolled them around so they were both facing the same way.
"Look at you," he checked you out from head to your unheeled toes. "You look like you came out of a shop window."
"Oh, yeah? Which shop window?"
"The supermarket."
"I can change into my pajamas sooooo fast and you can just go out by yourself," you patted his chest grinning wickedly. "How does that sound?"
"Okay, okay. I'm just messing with you," he handed you your bag and held out his arm to you as a peace offering. You rolled your eyes at him and put your heels on using the sturdiness of his arm for balance and fixed yourself up one more time. "Ready to go?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
He walked you out front to his car, opening the door for you as he held his arm to his chest like a butler while you did a little curtsy before you got in. A little running joke between you since you always ended up being the passenger princess. His passenger princess.
Everything about his car was so Zoro. He drove a dark green jeep, convertible when needed but currently patched up since the rainy weather of early spring was more frequent now. A raspberry Charmander air freshener dangled from the rearview mirror, where you put it on your last grocery run. He constantly argued with you over the fact that its too cute for his car.
"My car is a military tank. Not the Kids' Express," he would say.
"If anything, it's giving the Fun Express now."
But you knew he silently loved it. He had a habit of poking it with his finger each time he got in the car so it would spin around, spreading the fresh smell of berries around.
He got in the car placing the key in ignition and poked it. You smiled turning to look out the window. Kid.
As he drove, the scenery changed from the chaotic city jungle of cars evading rush hour to the more peaceful part of the coastline. The sun was just starting to set, bright orange and yellow painting the sky in lively hues. Some pop song played on the radio making the whole scene look even more tropical.
Zoro rolled the windows down, letting the air flow through and put the song a little louder. You caught up on this habit of his pretty early on - if he heard a song he liked he would make sure you knew it too. Even when you were sitting in heavy traffic and everybody looked at you weirdly. If he knew the song, he might even mumble a few lines with a grin. That made your little crush on him even stronger.
Hope that you will wait for me
You'll see that you're the only one for me ~
The lyrics blared over the speakers, emotional yet comforting about falling in love. He leaned back in his seat and snuck a few glances at you. Your hair was blowing in the wind, falling on the back of your seat. Arm laid flat on top of the window frame tapping along to the beat, you looked at the view of the seaside with a smile on your lips. Your other hand sat on your knee, a little too lonely for his liking.
All I really want is to hold you tight
Treat you right, be with you day and night
Baby all I need is time ~
Adjusting a hand on the wheel, his other one stretched to get a hold of yours, intertwining them together to the beat of the song. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden contact turning warm atop your thigh. Looking down at your entwined hands, you noticed how his thumb covered yours in guarding, a routine you grew familiar with every time they met in the same space. His eyes were trained on the road but the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips was solely directed at you.
You will be the death of me, Roronoa Zoro.
Parking the car turned difficult considering everyone was out and about tonight. You barely found a spot somewhere next to the beach. Once parked, Zoro got off and came to your side extending a hand to help you down, heels landing safely on the sidewalk.
You were getting a little impatient and you hoped your nerves wouldn't get the best out of you when the air was still so clear between you. But the questions itched on the back of your tongue until you couldn't hold them back anymore.
"So, what's the plan? How much longer are you gonna keep me in the dark?"
He turned to you with a mysterious grin, debating on whether he should tell you or not.
Someone seems to be enjoying themselves at the expense of my sanity.
"The plan for tonight is just fun."
Well that explains everything I needed to know.
"The amusement park up ahead kind of gave that part away," you pointed out to the Ferris wheel bathed in strobe lights, standing tall ahead in the middle of dozens of games and food stands.
Walking side by side, you followed the crowds of couples into the mayhem still suspicious of what the plan actually entailed. Your gaze wandered down to the ground where you found another thing that calmed you. Unknowingly, your steps matched each other's in a balanced rhythm as you followed his lead. Your lips pursed to hide another small smile.
"That's not the only thing I have planned out for tonight," he informed you, checking his watch. "First, let's go loosen up a little."
Your first stop on tonight's itinerary was the club where you first met. It's been a few months since you both laid eyes on the other, circling the dance floor for nights on end to make your mutual interest known.
Months since your little crush born out of seeking real love took off and made space for feelings. Feelings that nowadays chased you to the brink of madness. You could only hope a trip down memory lane would settle them and give you confirmation that your heart isn't tangled in yet another unrequited love story.
It was Latino beats night. The extended terrace was cleared for an outdoor dance floor, stretching all the way to the end of the beach touching the overlapping waves. Fairy lights hung above from tree to tree, warming up the atmosphere in a golden glow. The drinks at the bar had mini red umbrellas to match the theme.
A bartender came to serve you as soon as you sat down at the bar, pointing you to all the Valentine's recommendations. The cheesy names on the cocktails made a shiver run down your spine in repulse so you turned to the normal range instead since you already knew that one inside out.
"What would you like to order?"
Some sweet liquid courage would do me well tonight.
"A piรฑa colada for me," you ordered.
"A mocktail of that for me," asked Zoro, almost as quickly as your own order rolled off your lips.
Mocktail? That sounds unlike Zoro.
Lifting a curious eyebrow at his request, your eyes narrowed on him for a quick mood scan. You barely saw it but it was definitely there. Tension. He was on edge, rapping his fingers on the wooden bar restlessly, foot tapping to the tempo of the current song playing. Impatient sounds more like it.
"Not drinking today?"
"I will. Just not yet," he smirked, as if he had more opportunities to drink lined up later. Well, frankly, you didn't know what followed later, so you asked for more glasses of alcohol.
The song changed to a slow, sensual bachata as the crowd took to the dance floor. Some pairs looked experienced, busting moves in perfect sync with the strings like this was their regular night out to serve some class. They must be fun at parties.
Others could barely get their feet coordinated, unable to decide who would be the one to lead. The changing rhythm, slow at first then rising faster, had them spinning out of control, gripping onto each other for dear life as they laughed it off and tried again together.
Your relationship with Zoro was kind of like that - uncoordinated in your dance to reach each other's heart with normal steps. Every time one got way too close to the other you took detours, going back to square one. But you kept trying. Together.
Zoro saw you looking at the couples with a longing he's seen before, during your first nights at the club. He wasn't an idiot. He knew that longing himself though he didn't know how to express it. But a tight-lipped curl of your lips at the ground had him pulling on your hand in an instant, eyes motioning to the dance floor. Confused at first, you slowly got a rough idea of what he was suggesting and shook your head.
"I'm not drunk enough to dance yet," you lied, trying to get him off your case. You were too sober to trust your heart that close around him just yet.
"Isn't that the beauty of it?"
The tension washing off of him just moments ago wore off into mischief and playfulness. There he was. Your Zoro.
"Are you sure that was a mocktail?" you quipped, suspicious at his sudden change in mood.
"Yes, it was a mocktail." The look he gave you, full of intensity and certainty was enough to tell you he was dead serious. "I just really want to dance with you."
"Okay, fine."
His hand grasped yours as you hopped off the bar stool, pulling you deeper into the moving crowd. Once he found a spot, he tugged you to him in a twirl. Your back landed against his chest, his deep, steady breaths falling right at the tip of your ear. Swaying from side to side, his palms wandered down to your own, lacing your fingers together, squeezing lightly. His touch turned your insides sticky with something akin to desire. His familiar scent overpowered your senses, musky vanilla turning tropic from that mocktail he had, lingering to the depths of your soul. His presence behind you, assertive, dominating and reassuring at the same time, lit up your whole body with fiery tingles.
He lifted your arms up, getting impossibly closer to you as the pads of his fingers reached up to yours, dancing down to your shoulders in a flow of their own where they fell with the rise of the chorus, briskly spinning you to face him. He placed your hands on his shoulders as you stepped back and forth, bouncing up and down to the music, eyes solely trained on you and no one else, nothing else.
In the synergy of the moment, he finally saw you.
It took him a while to understand but you were his rhythm. He couldn't lose you after he finally found it - the frequency of your heart beating to guide his own. If he lost track of you now, he would lose himself again. Among all the other hearts beating in hundreds of other tempos next to yours, he only wanted to move with yours.
You swayed right a little too hard, leg flying next to his hip. His arm shot out to catch it as the on on the small of your back pulled you close, breaths mingling in a flutter harmonious to the one in your stomach, multiplying it tenfold.
Upon releasing your leg, his hand trailed over the thin material of your dress, from your thigh all the way to your waist, where it got a better grip. One that wouldn't let you sway that hard again. Goosebumps burned on the path he carved into your skin and you found yourself closing your eyes on a shaky exhale.
You were shuddering in his hold and he barely did anything but hold you. When you opened them, he was still eye to eye with you, unmoving, patient, waiting for you.
He drowned out everyone else. The chatter, the music, the alcohol pumping through your veins. You couldn't take your eyes off him even if you tried and frankly, you didn't want to.
No words needed to be said as you let your bodies do the talking. The smaller the space grew between you, the simpler things seemed. It was clear as day your heart kept calling for him in a million ways and you denied it enough.
You wanted to have his eyes on you at all times. To have his lips all to yourself. To get the confirmation that he felt exactly what you felt. That he wanted all these things you wanted too.
He spun you out, reeling you back in against his chest. He looked down at you. You looked up at him.
They were close - those damned lips of his. Pink and soft laying on pink and even softer. Just a breath away. Until he broke your gaze.
Whatever bubble you were in popped and all too suddenly, the reality hit you again. They weren't yours to kiss. They were no ones. Forbidden.
The music filtered in your ears way too loud. People bumped into you from all sides. It was too much in too little of a moment to drown in your insecurities again, when his warm touch asked for your attention and his eyes met yours again.
"Wanna get out of here?" he rasped in your ear.
"You read my mind."
The sky announced the coming of night, faint purple clouds flying above the blue. You headed to your next destination, the amusement park. Looking at all the attractions, you had your first pick on the bumpy cars. They were childish, but they were fun enough to pull you out of your misery. At least for a while.
Hopping into the rink, you were barely strapped into your bumper when he rammed into your back at full speed, rattling your seat hard. He really is a child. But you were a bigger child. You didn't hold back either, chasing and cornering him, only to crash straight into the front of his bumpy car, cackling like a maniac.
At one point he disappeared into the crowd of cars as the lights grew dimmer. Keeping your guard up for a sneak attack, you rounded the sidelines cautiously, trying to avoid being caught in the middle of other people's warfare. Just when you stopped to turn and search the rink again, he marched up to hit you from the side only for you to dodge it like a pro. His car rammed into the edge of the rink, jaw dropped in shock as you bellowed with laughter at him.
His driving pride got shaken a little from your bumpy car skills, but you were smiling again. That's all that mattered to him.
Once your time was up, you were pulled to another ride, this time of Zoro's pick. Knowing him, it would be something too adventurous and risky to ride. You realized where he was taking you way too late - the highest roller coaster in the area. Instantly, you shook his hand off, backtracking behind him. That thing looked like what nightmares are made of.
"Hell nah, I am not getting on that."
Thinking you had a choice was a mistake since he pulled a wildcard on you. A wildcard you wished you never agreed to in the first place if you knew it would come back to bite you in the ass.
"Remember that bet we had at the gym that you lost?" Motherfucker. "I think it's time you make that wish come true."
And to think he gave you the impression it would be an innocent wish back then. All men do is lie.
"That's not fair," you argued, trying to think of a way to convince him to use his wish on something else. Something that didn't involve your stomach switching places with your other organs. Coming empty handed, you slumped your shoulders like a child being denied their favourite toy and got in the line with him.
Your leg bounced up anxiously with each pair admitted for a ride in front of you. The screams of the people on the rollercoaster screeched in your ears. You took a gulp of air to calm your nerves just as Zoro's lips brushed to your ear out of nowhere, almost giving you a heart attack.
"Nothing's going to happen to you. I'll be there to hold your hand."
Is he taking the piss? Hold my hand? How about you hold your balls secure before I kick them to the fucking sky-
Your thoughts were interrupted when something clicked fixed around you. The straps to the ride seat. You squirmed around uncomfortably to find a better position that felt safer, but being in that seat itself was not safe in any way. The straps were safe and secure but not safe enough.
"Zoro, I'm getting off."
To your disappointment, the megaphone called out that the next cart was going up and the ride started moving. Despite having multiple piรฑa coladas at the club to calm your nerves, you still felt the panic grip you a little and grabbed a tight hold of the security holds keeping you in place, shutting your eyes and praying that this torture would end sooner.
"Hey, hey, hey." His voice called out to you softer than you've ever heard it before, willing you to focus on him. "Look at me."
"No, thank you," you chuckled uneasily. "If I open my eyes I will see my impending doom," you continued, feeling your heart thrumming in your chest as the ascent began quicker than you expected it to.
"Then give me your hand."
"I want to smack you over the head with it." Tremors took over your hands slightly, aware of how high you were going. "Why did I agree to this?"
"Because you like keeping to your word and it's something I admire about you."
He does? Oh, that's sweet- Wait I'm still mad at him.
"Please don't give me the compliment bullshit right now," you groaned through deep breaths.
"It's true though," he said, keeping his calm composure.
You cracked one eye open at him to see him looking only at you, anchored to your eyes like you were his view of the safe harbor in the tempest, the eye of the storm far away from reaching you.
Suddenly, everything was fine. All was good. It was just you and him on the same boat going in the same direction. Nothing could rock your boat.
Until you felt the ride stop and the urge to look around grew and despite all efforts, you gave into it. You were standing on the highest point, overlooking the whole park. You stopped breathing just looking around at the point ahead on the horizon where the sky met the sea, surprised to see the moon and the twinkling stars peak through the cover of clouds. The view would've been spectacular if it wasn't a few seconds till the train would drop.
"No no no, don't look-" he tried to warn you before you did the opposite.
"WE'RE GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you screeched.
"-down."
"If we don't die now, I will kill you myself when we're back on the ground for choosing to make such a stupid wish. I swear to GOD-" you were cut off as the train fell down into the drop.
Against your wishes, you grabbed onto his hand and held on for dear life, screaming as loud as your lungs could let you. You let out everything you've been holding inside for the past month in one strong yell. Zoro let out a few surprising yelps too, holding tighter onto your hand. The whole thing was over and done with before you knew it and you found yourself actually enjoying it. Not one hundred percent but a good amount of you did.
All that work to curl your hair only to get a blow out when you got back to the ground. It stuck up all sides, curls dismantled from the sheer force of the drop but still standing. Your hands patted it down with a pout, making Zoro take the matter into his own hands, brushing through your hair to fix it. His hands felt so soothing on your scalp, taming your earlier rage at being dragged to that death trap.
"You acted all cool only to yelp like a school girl during the drop," you giggled, his yelps still fresh in your mind.
"No, I didn't," he argued.
"I think the people that sat behind us would beg to disagree. At least own up to the fact that you were a teeny tiny bit scared."
"I don't fear anything."
"Oh yeah? Look behind you."
"What could possibly be so scary behind me- WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled as he came face to face with a person dressed as a clown, carrying around balloons. He almost punched them on impulse.
"I don't fear anything my ass," you looked at him as he put down his fist and apologized. Once he was certain they left, he straightened his posture and cleared his throat.
"I was just startled," he said, trying to assure you that the statement he made was true. But you got used to seeing through his bullshit.
"Sure you were. Wanna try the haunted house over there then?" you pointed to the shack where a few people just ran out from, some full on sobbing. A scream came from inside, his eyes going wide and that was all you needed to know. Roronoa Zoro did have fears.
"Absolutely not."
"You sure? Nothing's gonna happen to you. I can hold your hand," you teased him like he teased you before the rollercoaster ride.
"Did you say you want popcorn? I'm gonna go get us some popcorn," he laughed, looking for an excuse.
"Okay. Meet you by the benches?"
"Sure."
Walking around, you stumbled upon a long queue of couples lined up to go on the Ferris wheel clogging most of the circulation around the park. If you were being honest, the rollercoaster was much more fun than waiting for hours to see an overpriced five minutes coast view could ever be. Besides, you could drive up the road and see that for free too.
You walked around some more when one of the stands stopped you in your tracks - throwing darts. It wasn't the darts game itself that piqued your interest, but the fluffy beige bear smiling brightly, hanging above the targets. His brown eyes matched those of your green-haired man, warm chocolate infused with honey, too sweet not to stop and stare.
For some reason you found it really lonely sitting by itself up there. All the smaller prizes were won and replaced on the daily, but by the looks of it he's been there for a while, waiting for someone. No one seemed sharp enough to play the game to the end and take him home.
You wanted to take him home with you.
If only you had the darts talent running in your veins. The price for just a set of three darts was way too much and it took seven perfect shots in the bullseye of the targets to win the bear. Perks of having an amusement park next to one of the most popular beaches on the coast meant complicated games that no normal human could aspire to win.
Sparing it one last look that made your heart ache, you turned and went to sit on a bench, waiting for your date that just so happened to see you stop by the darts booth. More precisely, he saw that pout on your face as you looked at the bear hung up high above the targets when it clicked. You wanted that bear.
Zoro knew you wouldn't ask him to get it for you. You didn't like asking for things and he knew that you might not even accept it if he offered it. But the way your shoulders slumped as you walked away told him how much you wanted it.
Darts wasn't his best sport, but he was good with his aim and had a patience that could kneel most at his feet. So, he marched to the booth, placing the popcorn tubs to the side and started tracing his targets to see just what he was dealing with.
"Feeling lucky tonight?" asked the manager of the booth, a sly smile on his face at finding another victim.
Little shit. If only he knew Zoro had the power to send his little business into bankruptcy right at his fingertips. A grin of his own graced his features making the man's smile quiver at the seams.
"Oh, I'm feeling more than lucky."
He rolled up his sleeves showing he meant business and placed a wad of cash on the dirty table, picking up his first set of darts. He was dead set on getting you that bear no matter how much money he had to blow on throwing tiny arrows around.
Anything to not see that pout on your face ever again.
Shuffling your heels over the dust and rocks on the ground, you drew random patterns to busy yourself. A lot of things were weighing on your mind. You were questioning why you went out in the first place. To give this a chance, your brain told you.
To feel something, said your heart. Well, with Zoro, you felt the whole damn universe in one sitting.
There was no telling how this night would end anyways. But you were slowly starting to think Zoro ditched you there since it's been a while he left to look for popcorn. You sighed again, feeling your world tilt, when a pair of shoes stopped in front of you. You knew those shoes.
"I thought you left to get popcorn not to shake hands with the mayor-," you lifted your head up only to stop mid-sentence. Staring at him like he grew a third eye, you took in the way he balanced two tubs of popcorn under his arm and a big plushie in the other.
The fluffy bear.
"I did. They were out so I went to find another stand. And this is for you," he offered you the bear with a smile that made his dimple pop out.
That small indentation in his cheek that showed up when he puffed them on the inside, usually at times when he did something he was proud of. A pit you could hide in whenever you wanted to without him knowing.
"Buddy looked a little lonely up there," he added, tilting his head back to the booth behind him.
Looking into those plastic brown eyes, you took the bear and hugged it close to you. It was even fluffier than you thought a plushie could be. You snuggled into it noticing that it lightly caught his scent, besides the sugary theme park smell.
You teared up a little. Not out of sadness or anything, but because you were touched by the gesture. Because he noticed, which was a rare thing to come by nowadays. Zoro cared and he showed you time and time again, never once falling short to notice. To make you feel seen.
Sensing a change, he placed the popcorn down on the bench you were sitting on just moments ago, grabbing a gentle hold of your arms.
"Hey," he spoke softly, trying to reassure whatever storm pried onto you out of nowhere. His palms stroked your forearms up and down, earlier glee in his voice morphing into worry. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you shook your head looking away. It was stupid to have a crying session right now of all times.
"You look like you're about to cry. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no! Gods, no. You didn't. You're amazing," you smiled. In an instant, your arms reached out to wrap around his waist hugging him as tight as you hugged the fluffy bear.
"Thank you, Zoro," you nuzzled your head into his chest in deep appreciation for more than the bear, hands holding tight onto the back of his shirt.
Your sudden display of affection made his ears grow pink. He silently hoped you couldn't hear the way his heart was beating from how your head was pressed to it. He wasn't sure how to respond at first but hesitantly, his arms wrapped around you too, squeezing you closer for a moment. His chin sat on top of your head as he let out a deep sigh at the comfort it brought him. If only he could hold you like this all the time.
There weren't enough words in the world to express your gratitude to him. For how well he treated you. For everything he did to make you feel happy. You just wanted to do the same for him. At least even for a little bit if this wasn't going to last.
"You're welcome," he smiled softly at you as you pulled apart from the hug. "Now, what are we naming this little guy?"
"Well, he definitely isn't little," you barked a laugh holding the bear up next to your hip. Now that you were seeing him closer, he was half your size. "I'll name him Lovey and I will be his Dovey."
"Does that mean I have competition?" his arms crossed on his chest, playing jealous. "He does seem like a worthy opponent."
"I didn't realise you were a runner-up, tough guy," you patted his chest to calm his coyness down a notch.
"Did I not make it clear enough?"
I think you and me have very different definitions of clear.
"I don't know," you teased. "Did you?"
"Guess I have to go for Plan B," he said, checking his watch again.
He checked that watch of his hundreds of times tonight. Was he in a rush? Is his prince charming cover going to dissipate like Cinderella at midnight or something?
"What's Plan B?" you asked confused, hoping he would let some information slip.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he smirked tauntingly.
This man is an ore of surprises.
You've been waiting for Zoro in front of the park for a little over half an hour. He left to look for his car a while ago and there was no sign of him yet.
Huh, funny how I keep waiting for him. Both physically and emotionally. When does it end?
The sky turned darker and grey clouds rolled over. You felt uneasiness creep up on you, especially since he mentioned a Plan B. If the club and the amusement park were Plan A, what did Plan B look like in his book?
Five more minutes passed and Zoro returned, surprisingly by walking instead of driving, car keys swinging around in his hand.
"Zoro, where's the car?"
"So, uh, bad news. I lost the car," he smiled apologetically, pressing his hands together.
"What do you mean you lost the car? It's a huge jeep. How hard can it be to find a huge... jeep," you motioned around only to stop as you realized most of the cars around looked exactly like his. "Oh."
"Yeah, charm of living on the coast. But good news is that we are in walking distance from my place which was final destination. Though that surprise is kinda ruined now."
"I don't know what exactly you have planned at your place though," you stated, fishing for details.
"You have a point. Well, I can just come and look for it tomorrow."
He says that as if it's a daily occurrence for him to lose a jeep to the hands of sense. Though that made you think. Just how many times did he lose his car around here? But you'd rather not ask. So you asked something else.
"Won't you get a ticket?"
"Most parking around here is free."
"That's fine then," you shrugged, getting up with Lovey under your arm. "What about Plan B?"
Come on, dude. Give me a clue. Just one hint.
"It's on the way," was all he said as he extended his arm to you.
Okay, then no clue.
"Shall we?"
"We shall."
Of all the places you expected to make a pit stop at, Home Depot was the last thing on your list. Zoro had to pick up a bulb for his kitchen light that has been in his shopping notes for the past two months. Two. months. This is exactly why you make the lists on your grocery runs. He always forgets something.
In one hand you held your new fluffy companion close, while Zoro held onto your free one while you padded through the departments to reach the light section. Like any self-respecting humans, you stopped by the furniture section to look at a few sofas and test their softness together. They were so comfortable to sit on but you already had one in your apartment and from what Zoro let on he had one too many. Now, you wanted to reach final destination sooner.
A bit more waddling around floorings and hardware and you finally reached it - the beauty that was the light section. Bulbs of all kinds for all purposes, orientally decorated lamps and simple to more lavish strings of lights hung around each rack, one calling out more than the other.
The section extended into an extra part that seemed to have been arranged more recently. It called to you so you left Zoro looking for his bulb as you went to explore it more.
Following the multicolor trail bouncing off the racks, you came to a makeshift panel widening into the middle of the department. It was built to look like an arch of some sort. Like the kind you would see in extravagant wedding settings.
Fairy lights and crystal chandeliers of all shapes dripped down to paint the grey floors in a myriad of colours. You ventured under it, looking at all the ambient and decorative designs on display. A few lamps were so beautiful you seriously considered redecorating. Although, the warm golden light of a chandelier in the middle of the ensemble drew you in, its intricate framework sending rays of light reflecting from all lamps everywhere.
Zoro found the bulb he needed and turned around to find you gone from his side. He had to put a tracker on you at this point.
Following his instinct, he took just a few steps down the lights wing and found you right away. His breath hitched. There you were, revelling in the warmth of the light of a crystal chandelier. Its main frame made out of goldenrod supported dozens of glass flowers cascading from each side to create a bigger rozette above. The other lights reflected into the glass, shining a warm gold tone all over you, romanticising your features.
You looked like you stepped out of heaven. A fallen angel. His fallen angel.
You were curiously tracing the details of a crystal flower when he stepped closer to you, musky vanilla invading your senses. Turning to him you ended up nose to nose once again tonight, foreheads almost touching in that confined space. He was so close yet so far again. What was he waiting for?
Kiss me, you wanted to scream.
Kiss my lips dry.
Kiss me like I'm yours Zoro.
You were ready to beg. To have him close the distance faster and end this yearning.
He leaned in, breath ghosting your lips almost painfully.
In your daze, too focused on him finally showing a response, you backed up into a lamp that nearly knocked out everything else behind you. You turned around just in time to catch it, steadying it back to its place, saving dozens of installations from being crushed to bits and pieces. When you turned back around, his eyes closed in denial, letting out an exasperated breath.
And he pulled away. Just like that. He initiated the moment and he ended it too.
Now what the fuck.
"Did you get the bulb?" you exhaled, still in shock that the moment was gone as quick as it came.
"I have," he inhaled, straightening his posture, cocky smirk flying back to his lips.
Like he didn't just have me begging for a fucking kiss in the Home Depot lights section.
"Do you need anything else?"
"Nope," he got a hold of your hand pulling it between you, thumb softly guarding yours. "I have everything I need right here."
You're such an anomaly, Roronoa Zoro.
All you could think about was his place. Which was unexplored land to you. Your visit there wasn't too early of a feat in your relationship considering how much he loved your place. You just pondered on what was waiting for you there.
An open invitation to become more? A private tour of his home? A one night only limited edition Zoro? The possibilities with this man were endless.
A small stinging sensation brought your attention to your leg. Your ankles. Not having worn heels in a while, you didn't think it would be this bad if you left them uncovered and just slid into the heels for the night. Until it was that bad and trying to walk in a way that didn't give your discomfort away was hard. Every step down the concrete sidewalk had your the shoe brush like a bristle comb against your ankle.
You stopped to lean your weight on a fence, lifting your leg to be met with the new blood crescents forming on the ridges of your heels. Ouch. Rubbing your ankles to soothe the ache proved to be only temporary relief. You tried putting it back in the shoe only to scrunch your nose at the new wave of pain.
You've been walking for quite a while already. Who knew how much longer you had until you reached his place?
Before you could even register what was happening, Zoro dropped to his knees in front of you with a grunt. You blinked, bewildered at his behaviour. His wide back stretched, laid out for you. You didn't notice until now that his shirt was slightly see-through, the glory of his lean, strong shoulders fully in your view. No view of the coastline could compare to the one you had in front of you. Kneeling at your feet of all things.
You just stared for a while still confused but digging it, until his voice echoed like a wake up call in your ears.
"Get on."
"I can walk."
He turned his head around, pining you with an are you serious right now look. He was trying to be a gentleman but your hugely independent persona wasn't having any of that. Well, that and you were still mad about the home depot thing.
The kiss that never happened. The pulling away after railing you up all night, with a desperate sigh on his part, as if he felt the same. If he felt the same he would've said or done something to cement it. To make you stop feeling like a damn fool.
"I know you can," he added, voice turning so mellifluous to sweeten the mood that your knees almost turned to jelly. "I just don't want those red demons to scar you more than they already have."
He was sweet-talking you again.
He turned back around and made grabby hands over his shoulder for you to hurry up. You bit your lip annoyed that he was right. The heels would only scar your ankles more.
"Fine," you sighed and got on, closing an arm around his neck as the other wrapped the bear's arms around your own.
Certain that you got comfortable, Zoro got a hold of the back of your thighs to lift you up. The spot he touched behind your thigh tickled and you tried your hardest to keep stable and not move around too much. You did kick forwards in instinct once, earning a disgruntled huff from your humble transport.
"Is there a place you aren't ticklish in?"
"I'm sorry, I just can't help it."
You took a strand of your hair and tickled his cheek on purpose as he tried to blow it away.
"I will drop both of you if you don't stop that," he warned.
You leaned closer to the side of his head, the rim of your lips brushing just the tip of his ear, voice playing sweet whispering in the same way he did to you all night.
"Stop what?"
He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, jaw clenched, tensing under your hold before slowly reconfiguring his pace. You hit a chord. You grinned in victory that it affected him when your smile fell as you caught sight of the corner of his lip twisting upwards. He welcomed your teasing only to reply with a remark of his own.
"Are you testing me, angel?"
Angel. That was new. So new that your heart fluttered.
You kept your composure unsure of how to respond. This was one of those times his teasing got too deep inside of you and tickled a chord you didn't even know was there. So you just deflected from it, securing your hold on him better.
"Drop me and I will end your entire bloodline."
A deep rumble of a chuckle that he tried to keep inside but failed, boomed under you. The heaviness between you dissipated little by little, unserious, and you giggled along with him.
"You're precious cargo. But I just might," he teased again, readjusting his hold on you.
Yet, the truth was he wouldn't. In fact, he would do anything in his power for you to be comfortable. Even if that meant carrying you and a midsized bear all the way to his place sprawled on his back like a sack of potatoes, with your red feet killers swinging in his hand as your warm giggles filled the night.
Though it was a far reach, the possibility of nights like these becoming a regular thing made his heart soar. Maybe there was a chance for more.
Entering the lush part of the coastline, palm-hidden domains morphed into villas upon villas of the rich and the elite in all kinds of styles running along the lap of a hill. Halfway up the steep hill, your humble transport climbed a set of stairs and stopped in front of a villa.
Your mouth hung open. There's no way this was his.
Your eyebrows reached the heavens when he fished around his pocket for the keys and jingled them in the hole, pushing the door open. This was his.
Once inside, he bent down for you to get off, placing your heels down, putting his own shoes next to yours. You hopped off taking in the place. Each way your head turned you were instantly hit with his scent.
"You're telling me your house was this close to the club and we spent new year's sleeping on the beach?" you asked, twirling around the place.
Walking in further, you came to a dip in the ground going into a spacious living room. Two medium couches and an armchair in a deep forest green laid around facing each other. He does have a couch too many.
"Well, I didn't want to hit third base that early," he said, walking into the kitchen area. "You did take me for a psychopath just for taking you to the beach."
Taken aback at his words, you turned around trying to recall when that happened.
"Pffft, I did not."
Stopping his ascent on a small ladder to change the broken bulb, he placed his hands on his hips and looked back at you then proceeded to utter the exact words you said to him on your first night together.
"Is this the part where you kill me or something?"
He even had the tone right. You laughed remembering his first impression. Oh, how wrong you were. He turned out to be way more than that.
"Fair enough."
Fixing fluffy Lovey on a couch, you walked around some more. The huge space was used so well, beige and green motives spreading all around, combining in neutrals with the dark grey oak wooden floors. Beyond the modern aesthetic and messily discarded trinkets it was so cozy. Compared to your apartment, this place was an oasis.
"You have a really nice house."
"Thank you. It's not much really."
Not much? He's not being real.
He fiddled some more with the lightbulb, lean forearms working to click it into place. Extending his hand to you, he motioned you to the flip switch to test if it works. You obliged and turned it on. The bulb glowed, turning the beige kitchen golden, just like the chandelier you saw.
Moving into the cooking area you realised even his kitchen was something out of the paradise of architectural design.
You leaned your elbows on the marble top, head resting on top of your knuckles, waiting for him to finish. Once he was satisfied with his work, he stored the ladder away and came to sit next to you, mirroring your position. Feeling his prying eyes on you, you turned to find him a few inches away, hip brushing yours, looking at you with a smile.
"Hi," you said softly, smiling back at him.
"Hi," he replied, the crescents around his eyes deepening.
You could sit there looking at each other until time would end. If it wasn't for your stomachs singing in unison demanding some attention.
"I thought that instead of going to spend loads of money on a restaurant, we could cook something ourselves," he suggested.
"You went grocery shopping without me?"
"Yep," he popped the p at the end looking really proud of himself.
You had to give him credit for planning the whole day out ahead of time. It's the most anyone has ever done for you.
"So, what are we cooking?"
"Well," he threw a towel over his shoulder, "your wish is my command tonight."
You loved his determination. Zoro could cook. Just enough to save his life if need be but nothing too grandiose - if that included omelets and fried rice with some creativity to reinvent the dish for every day of the week. Thing that required talent.
So, you thought of one simple thing no one could screw up. Something that would be easy, fun and quick to make that would fill you both. You settled on the pinnacle of good food.
"Then pizza it is."
"Had a feeling you'd say that."
He walked to the fridge and pulled out some of your favorite toppings and a jar of the tomato sauce you swore by. You gasped, holding a hand over your heart in fake excitement.
"You know me so well."
"I try my best," he said, making a bow.
You got to making the dough, mixing the ingredients while he connected his phone to a speaker. Jazzy, romantic music played and you craned your neck at him to see that playful smirk. He wasn't acting like the Zoro you knew.
"Dean Martin? Seriously?"
"What's wrong with it? It's-"
"Romantic."
You never saw anyone cut the music so fast. It gave you whiplash.
"Then what about this?"
The track changed to ABBA's Dancing Queen. You threw your head back with a laugh, shaking it at his questioning music choices.
"Friday night and the lights are low ~," he sang off key, sending you into another fit of giggles. He continued singing as laughter rolled out of you to the point you were holding your stomach in pain.
Cruising around some more, he finally let a pop playlist run in the background as you worked on the dough and he got busy with chopping stuff up. You snuck a few glances at him and stilled - that golden light bounced on his tan complexion, making his focused posture appear so snug and cozy, almost husband material. The amused twinkle was back in his brown orbs, resembling irresistible pralines.
He looked like home.
Feeling your cheeks heat up, you turned back to the dough, sprinkling flour on the table top and rolling it out to spread it as wide as you could eat it. Too focused on it, you didn't notice a floured finger coming to paint your face until the white powder was already smeared across your cheeks.
"You're such a child," you let out before you painted his nose with flour too.
"I think that makes two of us."
He cupped the side of your face, brushing his thumb over the flour covered bits. Though that only smudged the flour more, your heart beat accelerated to an uneven rate. He was too close again. Too close to let go again.
"You made me beg for this date so much," he spoke lowly, brushing your cheek in circles. "I don't do begging."
"Can't blame a girl for wanting to torment the guy she's interested in."
Before he could reply, your stomach grumbled again, annoyed that there was still no food present in it. His hand fell from your cheek, though his touch still lingered. Warm, singed, stamped on your cheek.
You finished decorating the pizza with everything you both liked and once it was in the oven, you crouched down to see it cook. Zoro followed on your side, knee touching yours.
"You know, it's not gonna cook faster if you stare at it," he mused.
"I know," you turned to look at him. The gleam from the oven light coupled with the kitchen light above played tricks on you because you could've sworn that hard, playful gaze of his turned softer. "I'm just surprised you can cook something other than basic military canned food."
"Oh, shut up," he laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder into yours.
You made small talk until the oven dinged that your pizza was ready. Letting Zoro deal with it, you ventured more into his living room like a cat looking for her next napping spot.
You walked all the way to the glass windows acting like an outer wall. Finding a handle, you pulled on it expecting it to be just for dรฉcor only to see that the glass slid open to give you access to a private beach front. Your jaw would crack if this man shocked you more tonight.
He has a private beach. Who the hell just has a private beach? And he said it's not much. Dude, I can move here if you don't like it.
Pushing the door open all the way, you took a seat on an extended wooden ledge overlooking the stretch of water you started liking so much. The sky was still cloudy, covering up the moon, yet some stars still sparkled through the white glare. A few birds played around in the trees, chirping as brightly as they would in the early morning. Waves lapped calmly at the shore, smaller than the naked eye could see, crashing into each other before they could make a sound on the sand.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath of the salty air, letting it sink deep into your lungs. Calm enveloped you like a warm blanket comfortingly there for you. It was more than an oasis. It was how Zoro made you feel. Though most times it was accompanied by chaos, you would always find yourself waiting for this serene peace.
"I see you've found your favorite spot already."
Zoro was quickly at your side with the pizza sliced, a bottle of wine under his arm and some glasses. He sat down next to you working on the bottle before anything else.
"Favorite doesn't even begin to describe it."
Hungry from all the dancing and walking, you dove into the pizza first. The dough melted on your tongue, nodding to yourself as the good tomato sauce hit your taste buds, among with all the other toppings.
"Is it edible enough?"
"It turned out way better than I expected."
"Hand me one," he opened his mouth, waiting for you to feed him a slice.
You picked up a smaller one. Careful not to smudge any of the toppings on his shirt, you held it out for him to take a bite. He stopped fiddling with the cork to take in the taste.
"You're right, this is heavenly. I didn't know my oven could cook like this."
You choked, slapping his arm.
"That's what ovens are for, dummy."
Red wine, darker than your dress, danced in the glasses as you clinked them together. Taking a sip, the sweetness hit you before it lulled into bitter cherries, spilling on your lips like the promise of love on this chilly February night.
"Look out," he pointed out towards the sea.
You looked everywhere. All you could see was a few boats out on the water, the sky clearing some more and the sea. You even squinted, thinking you weren't looking properly.
"I don't see anything."
He checked his watch to see he was too early. For someone who was always late in making decisions, he still had time. Huh, how the tables have turned.
He counted the leftover seconds in his head, leaning back to look at you the way he did on new year's on the beach. Your back was in his full view, covered by your dress and your hair that grew a bit longer. He still has that impulse to trace your spine with the pads of his fingers.
"Look now."
Right as your eyes fixed on the boats, fireworks lit up the night sky from far out on the water. Pink and red spun around in different shaped hearts.
Seems like the surprises keep on coming.
Too engrossed in the light show decorating the sky in cute and heartwarming messages, you didn't notice Zoro slipped from beside you until you heard slow music playing from the speakers. He sat behind you, hand extended your way.
"Can I have this dance?"
"Another one?"
"You can't blame me for wanting another dance with you when you look this beautiful tonight."
"Only tonight?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"All the time," he corrected himself as he pulled you closer.
You stepped left and right under the warmth of the lights and the fireworks, holding the man you've always wanted in your life. Suddenly, you were taken back to that night where you let it all go to have fun with a stranger. A stranger that became something more so fast.
Who knew you'd end up mending each other's solitude and fill up the cracking pieces in your hearts. You were both aware that you meant more to each other than you let on, but the words just didn't seem to find their way out to communicate that. That was your only fatal flaw.
The need to know where you stand was more powerful than anything right now.
Somehow, everything was perfect.
Maybe too perfect.
"This is so fucking cheesy," you quipped.
"What's cheesy?"
"Everything. This night, the food, the wine, the fireworks... you."
You've kept the uneasiness at bay all night but something made it explode everywhere in your body and it definitely wasn't the wine. Or the way he was looking at you with those deep brown eyes like he could tell what you were feeling. If that were true he wouldn't waste any more time than you already did.
"What is this really about?" he asked, hands falling from your waist to rub comforting circles on the inside of your wrists.
If it wasn't crystal clear until now, he knew what made you tick. And something pushed a nerve by the looks of it and the way you were avoiding his eyes.
You wanted the ground to swallow you up for letting your mouth run wild without any basis besides that nervousness. But you might as well just bite the bullet and tell him everything and be honest with each other at least for once. You avoided talking about it way too long.
"It all feels a little too perfect to be real."
Thinking that voicing your thoughts out would give you some semblance of balance was a wrong assumption. As soon as those words left your mouth, he let go of your arms, taking a step back. Once again, you let your inhibitions take over and reel you away from a great thing.
You got lucky by meeting him. But you still couldn't help but think his heart wasn't yours for the taking. Because he wouldn't let you take it. That you couldn't be more than friends with him because more would destroy the already amazing thing you had going on.
By the way his face fell, brown orbs more preoccupied with the wooden floors, you realized you probably fucked up even more.
Frankly, he did all this tonight for you. He was never the type to go out of his way for people, even the ones he had an interest in because he wasn't one to play the feelings game. To chase and court and shower in affection.
But he knew where you were coming from and why.
He didn't make it clear that you've been the sole object of his attention ever since he saw you that first night you came to the club. For him, that was just another night lost to endless glasses of alcohol to numb himself even more from the world.
Until you showed up.
Hair thrown into the same messy bun you always sported, uncomfortably shifting in your clothes as you nursed a different array of alcohol yourself, trying to do exactly the same thing he was doing. Numbing the feelings away. Keeping them at bay. Fighting them with everything you had in opposite corners of the club when you could've embraced them together from that first look that connected you.
The more time he spent with you the more he let those suppressed feelings in and realised that they didn't bring him any pain this time, but solace, comfort, hope.
The hope that he might just have a great thing in front of him worth changing his ways for.
While Zoro was having a revelation, you were having a war with yourself.
There was this monstrous fire harbored inside of you for so long. Zoro woke that fire and there was no telling of the destruction it could cause this time, especially with so many unsaid things lingering in the air. So many unshared feelings. Because he stood still like the sea washing on the beach instead of doing something. Anything.
Please, Zoro, your eyes begged but he wouldn't look at you.
He was danger, screamed your mind. The danger that you got too comfortable. That this was wrong and you put up the 'no vacancy' sign on the doors to your heart way too soon.
Let me in, your heart screamed, blood in your veins trembling in anger.
One rapid thump of your heartbeat drowned in the silence.
Two more passed and he stood still, gaze set on the ground.
On the third one, you made your mind up.
Before tears could well up in your eyes, you turned around with the intention of bolting out through the same door he carried you through not that long ago.
Sensing movement, he caught sight of you shaking your head, that pout he hated back on your lips. He hurt you. Because he was a fucking idiot who couldn't do words.
But he could do actions. He was willing to do even more to prove to you that this was right and it wasn't all just in your head. That he felt it too.
It only took you taking two fast strides in the direction of the door for him to make up his mind too.
"Then let me make it real," he caught your hand and pulled you to him, crashing his lips onto yours for the first time since that night at the club, kissing you like his life depended on your very own lips moulding to his own.
You felt the desperation, the anguish, the need. All of it to have you close and to feel you in more ways than one. Everything you've been feeling for the past month, hope, passion, the beginning of love, spilling from his lips onto yours. He was telling you everything he kept to himself with each desperate tug at your lip and you received every word.
The last time he kissed you was over a month ago, pressured by the new year's kiss tradition. Back then, he tasted like alcohol and his cologne. But now, he tasted like everything you've been waiting for. And you had a hunch he waited just as long for it.
Once you were past the shock of it, you kissed him back even harder, lips finally moving in sync with his. He got a rough hold of your waist and pulled you even closer to deepen the kiss. One of his hands tangled in your curls exactly the way he wanted to since he saw you at your apartment.
He wanted to be selfish. Let that monstrosity of his heart pour out all of those feelings to you. But he reminded himself he had to take it slow with you. So he let go with a small tug at your lower lip, spurring the eagerness inside of your tummy for more.
You pulled apart but remained close, foreheads touching in bliss. Though short, this kiss was sweeter and more meaningful than any chocolate box you could ever get. It was everything you needed to know what his heart held inside and how much more of him you still had to see.
He let you in.
"I wanted to do this for so long," he breathed haggardly, like you stole away all the air in his lungs with just one kiss. A kiss that was so long overdue.
"Why didn't you?" you voiced the question that's been hanging by a thread all night.
"I didn't know how you felt about me."
"You're such an idiot. But you're my idiot."
Shaking your head against his, you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and kissed him again, this time with more fervour. You wanted to make sure he understood where your feelings stood, where you wanted this to go and that you let him be in total control of it. Because losing control with Zoro was surrendering to a higher power. One that your heart loved being handled by.
You carved your own feelings into the way you held onto his cheeks and nibbled on his lips in unsated hunger, trying to put the torment, want and devotion you felt for him over the past month and a half into a language that he could understand.
And he understood.
Tapping your thigh, you got the message and jumped up into his strong arms that wrapped around you like a curtain of safety.
Your safety net.
He ripped yours apart to become it.
He held you to him so easily as he navigated through the furniture maze in his living room, taking off into a long corridor, all the while his lips discovered new grounds with yours. He didn't want to waste any more time if it involved you.
Zoro didn't care if this would end up being a fucked up disaster on his part, but he held back enough from showing you how he really feels. It was time he made things right with you.
You.
It was only you.
There didn't need to be anyone else for him.
Just you.
His hold tightened around you as he rounded a corner, not for security but to brand the feel of your being in his hands, to realize that he was finally holding you, feeling you where you were supposed to be all along.
Heavens, how much he longed for this. Your presence wouldn't dare to leave his thoughts just like he never left yours. Oh, he knew of the ardor your eyes held inside and was well aware of what ran around in your head because he let those same movies play in his own around the clock, early day into late night. Maybe he didn't let it be known, not like you did in wistful glances or pink tinted cheeks, but there were signs.
In the way his jaw ticked in disgust at every man who set their eyes on you every time you went out shopping, to the point he was ready to have an MME match if they stared too long. Or how his hand twitched to grab yours whenever you sat too close, the need to lace them together and press you flat against the couch in your apartment overriding his senses. And his mouth. Oh, his mouth. It wanted nothing but to taste every inch of you, everywhere you touched him and riled him up, every time your eyes drifted down to his lips, until there was nothing left to taste.
Hell would freeze over before that happened.
Kicking the door to his room open, he shut it just as swiftly, maneuvering your back to the nearest wall, moonlight the only thing illuminating the room. The cold wall cooled your burning skin, a breathy gasp leaving your throat right into his mouth with a kiss. He let go of your back, hands searching for your palms, pushing them against the wall beside your head. His mouth never left yours, exploring every depth, rise and sigh escaping you.
He hooked you higher up the wall with every kiss, atoning for every missed opportunity over the past month. Your legs tangled harsher around his torso, tugging him even closer as he pressed against you with all his might, feeling all of him and none of him at the same time.
Close just wasn't enough for any of you.
You needed closer. Attached. Intimate.
Soul on soul.
Patience wasn't your virtue at all tonight. You clawed at his hands, needy unlike anyone has ever made you. Except Zoro. Your head was filled with him. You were breathing him in and it still wasn't enough.
In one breath you were unglued from the cold wall and put down on the comfy edge of his bed, separated from his lips and from him. You whined at the loss of feeling him against you, ready to argue that having him kiss you mattered more than whatever had him lose the tempo. Although that need turned into anticipation just as fast once your eyes focused on his kneeling form before you.
Roronoa Zoro, on his knees, for you, eyes darker than the blackness of the night. That vulnerability looked lethal.
Those eyes. You could drown in them for a lifetime if they asked you to.
"Zoro," you sighed, chest rising up and down, expectant of his next move.
Oh, how he loved the sound of his name rolling off your lips. Usually so contained in the form of a sarcastic remark or to warn him to watch it.
Now, it was tuned to demand for his attention. And he wanted to make sure you got all of it.
One of his hands extended to your leg, calloused fingers trailing up the arch, circling mindfully around your wounded heel to hold it up to his lips. He pressed them to the inside of your ankle, slow and steady, eyes fixed on yours as you took in a sharp breath. The intensity of his unwavering gaze alone made heat pool between your legs.
Flutters rose in crescendos inside your belly at each kiss and there was no stopping them from roaming free. Not when he was watching your every response like your body was the eighth wonder of the world.
Your hands fell beside you, feeling the softness of his duvet to ground you as you closed your eyes to relish in the moment. Focusing on how plush his mouth felt on your skin on two different extremities. Wondering how they would feel on the rest of your body.
Unspoken but present in the air, that wish was his command.
His fingers trailed higher, past your calf, under your knee, roughly tugging you closer to the edge. Your dress bunched up your thighs as his fingers continued their perusal to reach the small of your back. Slowing his pace, he traced the dip in your spine all the way between your shoulder blades, your back arching involuntarily. Still on his knees, he moved closer between your legs as those fingers circled on your nape, pulling you down to meet his mouth halfway in another kiss, more fiery than the last.
This one sputtered with flames of passion. So much that you couldn't contain yourself anymore.
Your hands shot out to undo the buttons of his shirt. Frustrated with the top ones you just dug your fingers in the holes and pulled it open, poor buttons flying to the floor with a pang, interrupting your fast breaths. He broke apart from your lips to assess the damage only to find his chest half-exposed to your itching hands.
"That was vintage."
"I'll get you another one but I want it off, now," you muttered in a breath, grabbing his face to devour him. You couldn't get enough of how he tasted and every breath for air asked for another taste.
Hooking one hand around your back, he lifted you up and hauled you to the middle of the bed. His lips connected with the side of your mouth, dragging the bottom lip you liked biting so much between his teeth. He was just as annoyed at your dress, desperately looking for ways to feel more of you as he fisted the ends until they creased.
"I want this off too," he groaned, pulling on the skirt impatiently.
Said and done.
You sat up, letting the straps fall off your shoulders, pulling the material over your head to leave you in your undergarments. He licked his lips taking you in. The ferocity of his stare alone drinking you in like his normal glass of whiskey made tremors dance on your skin.
And he didn't even properly touch you yet. You weren't even sure you would survive his touch. The good thing was, you were about to find out.
"What now, loverboy?"
The nickname came out way more playful than you intended it to. It was enough to provoke him in ways that will damage you for anyone else. Ways that will tie his existence to your very own, unable to ever untie it.
"I'm gonna have you like no one has ever dared to before and no one will," he spoke, so deep that your buds prickled against the air at the gravel in his voice. "By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna wish you didn't test my patience for so long."
That turned you on even more. At the need present in him matching the same level of want flowing in your body.
He kicked the rest of his clothes off. Your eyes stopped at the huge package that laid under his clothes, a Greek god in the flesh and balls. They then lingered from the sculpted thighs you were so envious of, to his defined middle where you lost count of his packs and chest, going up to the arched bow of his collar bones, stopping at the plump lips that rushed to capture your own again. This time, he bit your lower lip for access to explore the rest of your mouth, tongues tangling in a dance of their own on the same rapid rhythm your hearts were beating in.
A hand sneaked under your back to lift you higher, pressing your chest flush to his, feeling all the shapes of his muscles against your own. His lungs breathed with yours. Your hearts came alive.
His lips left your mouth, moving down your jaw, prodding under it, heading to your collar bones in hungry fire. They left a burning trail in their wake, stretching tingles even to the edge of your shoulders where he pressed softer ones.
Kiss, lick and bite was his mantra that he repeated against your skin. He wanted to claim you tonight, more viciously than a wolf in heat would claim his mate.
Trailing down, he laid small and large kisses on your sternum, between your mounds. His palms sat on either side of your waist, rubbing circles to tease you more. Damn his teasing.
Feeling his lips, his hands and his torso pressed to you all at once turned your breathing erratic, saprking electric shocks inside of you. He was everywhere, taking your control away. Your eyes darted closed to find some kind of anchor besides fisting his sheets.
"Eyes on me, angel," he commanded and in a second your eyes snapped back to his.
He stopped just above your navel, waiting for you to catch your breath. That was a luxury. Once he was sure you were following, he continued all the way down to your lower stomach where the band of your panties stuck to you uncomfortably. Your breath hitched when he stopped there, blowing above where you needed him most, only to move down to your inner thighs, nipping on the softer skin with that amused smirk of his gracing the outline of his mouth.
He was trying to push you over the edge on purpose.
Fuck that.
One swift push and he fell backwards on the bed. You climbed on top to take the reigns and gain some control back. Little did you know that having you straddling him like that bid the beast inside of him alive.
You moved butterfly kisses from the crook of his neck, down his toned pecs. His hand latched in your hair, grabbing a tight hold around your curls, destroying them like he wanted to do all night. The pressure on your scalp pulled a moan from you just as you bit into his abdomen heaving a groan from him, his other hand digging into your waist as he raised up to meet your neck. He bit and pulled on it too, turning your insides to mush.
Sitting up with you on your kness, he hooked a finger on each side of your panties and ripped them apart down the middle with that shit-eating grin. You choked on every remnant of sanity as he threw the shreds to the side leaving you naked, fully naked, exactly like he wanted you.
Grabbing onto his shoulders, you moved to his lap, legs parted to cage him into your space. One look of confirmation that this was still what you both wanted had you sink down on him at once.
He was big. Collosal almost. He felt bigger than you thought you could take. Eyes closed, it took you a moment to get your bearings back but once you did, you felt him everywhere. His upper thighs supported the rest of your weight. His hands circled around you, both grabbing and holding you upright. His cherry wine-infused breath fanned the side of your neck.
And his eyes? Waiting for you as you opened yours. One look at them and your hips started rolling on autopilot. Every swing buried him deeper, further, closer to where your being called for him. And he let you have it. Letting you ravish his gear the way you liked it, feeling him stretch you sore.
His mouth went back to his mantra. Kissing the crook of your neck, licking it right in the middle and biting it hard enough to leave a bruise. To mark you as his. His and his only.
You gripped his shoulders, shifting to get a better position as your hips started getting tired. Silently, you cursed yourself for ditching gym with him because you didn't know how much stamina riding him would take out of you.
You were close and from how he gripped your waist to help your rhythm, pulling them faster front and back, he was too. He stopped nibbling on your neck, moving to your lips to swallow your quiet moans. He had to make them louder.
You rolled your hips until you couldn't find the energy to push into him anymore. He took that as his chance to take over again.
He pulled out, turning you around as he spread you on all fours. Your hands landed on the bedpost to support you as he climbed behind you. He laid kisses from your lower back all the way to your left shoulder where his lips brushed your ear just as his tip lightly caressed your opening. His warm breaths foreshadowed sin on your skin, making you wetter by the second.
And he entered you. One, two, three pumps and he got accustomed to your tightness just as you did with his size stretching you out. He bit the side of your neck with every thrust, sending your conscious into oblivion, chasing that high together.
Every moan you withheld from him earned you a deeper thrust. He wanted to hear you in all your glory. Wanted to know how badly you wanted him, not just like this but in every way.
In your lost haze, you ended up on your back closer to release. Entering you roughly, he pounded in you so fast you were seeing stars, head rolling to the side in complete ecstasy. His hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your field of vision back to him.
His free hand grabbed your hand for the millionth time tonight, placing it on the messy sheet beside your head, fingers smoothly sliding through yours as he kissed away all of your sighs. Your other hand climbed from deep down his waist to his upper back, hard rock muscles rippling under your touch like a stone thrown on the surface of a still river, disturbing its peace, turning it turbulent and wild. Waking up every primal urge in him as he groaned in your neck.
He accelerated, twitching inside of you and you came, letting your insides explode into a mess as he continued chasing his own high. He wasn't done with you yet, thumb rushing to rub another climax out of you as he was close to his own. His mouth bit into your breasts, grazing your buds one at a time, pulling on them in a way that added to your pleasure way more than the last one.
You gripped him again, tighter, and in no time you both came furiously, spilling everything you held back out onto that mattress. He pulled out, letting his seed fly onto your stomach.
You tried to catch your breath. It was gone somewhere between ecstasy and what laid beyond euphoria. He left to clean himself up, returning with a token of aftercare for you. He wiped his mess off of you, gentle and attentive to get everything off. Once he was done, he got in next to you, pulling you close.
You both just sat there for a while, reflecting on everything that happened. You still felt him inside of you, on you, above you, behind you. He managed to ruin you.
His voice cleared the quiet, making you focus back on the real world for a bit.
"You okay?"
"I just got fucked to oblivion. I would say fantastic but I can't feel my legs."
He chuckled. He would never fail to love your sarcasm. Even in moments like these.
"Did I go too hard?" he asked, not sarcastically but wanting to know if it was too much. If he went harder than he should have.
Looking at the vines of love bites he left on the entirety of your neck, the smudged makeup that looked almost natural, and your tousled messy hair, hard couldn't encapsulate it better. You would've said "you could've gone harder" but that meant urging him on another round and you were spent for tonight. So, you laid your head in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes, releasing a content breath, a silent confirmation that you were okay.
A single thought passed through your head - this was all kinds of right. Your once in a lifetime right time right place, as cheesy as it sounded. Maybe cheesy was good.
He was in his head thinking everything through in his own way, breaking down the once intense feelings into little flurries of emotion buzzing inside of him. That passion masked itself as denial for way too long. But tonight, you held his face and took that mask off, giving him clarity and he was able to feel something else.
Something close to love, he thought, chuckling to himself.
You cracked one eye open, taken aback at his sudden cheerfulness. One look at his face bathed in the glow of the moon and you saw him beaming.
"What are you so smiley about?"
He just shook his head, smile widening like a Cheshire cat that's been caught up to no good.
"Nothing."
Taking it upon yourself, you got up from his side with slow moves and straddled his waist, getting his attention back on you.
"Tell meeeee," you stretched, poking your fingers through every dent in his abs until he told you.
"What are you gonna do for it?"
Not this again.
Actually, this time, you knew what he wanted. A kiss. So, you just leaned over and caught his lips sweetly, smiling into it. His hand came to cup your face, smiling back. He pulled away, soft praline orbs gazing at you warmly.
"What if I still don't want to tell you?"
"Zoro, stop playing with me," you complained, slapping his chest.
"Okay. Okay," he held his hands up in surrender.
He sat up to lean on the headboard and get a better look at you - his ruined shirt hugged your smaller form, running all the way to your thighs. The marks of his feelings that he still couldn't utter decorated you everywhere. You sat back on his lap, arms crossed on your chest, waiting for him to speak.
"I'm not one to do feelings," he started, eyes darting down in thinking. "But you changed that."
Your eyes stayed focused on him, softening at his words.
You knew that he was a reserved person, keeping to his corner rather than reaching out into other people's. Until he found something worth thrusting his hand out at full speed to get it. Something worth hanging onto with his teeth.
As he connected his eyes with yours, brown blazing fire burning as bright and consuming as yours, it dawned upon you that something was you.
He was trying. For you.
"You were right. I am an idiot," he paused, fiddling with the ends of his shirt beside your calf. "It took me so long to figure it out but now I know."
Your heart started running when his hand held yours and brought it to sit on top of his own, running just as fast in his chest. Though the rate of yours spiraled out of control at the honesty of his incoming confession.
"I think I'm in love with you."
Your head spun, blinking in confusion at him.
"Am I hallucinating or did you just say the L word?"
"Yes. I did just say the L word," he nodded, confirming that he felt the same for you.
Before you could breathe it through, you leaned in for another kiss. He deepened the kiss trying to reach every corner of you. Wanting to both take his time and rushing to taste every part of you.
Breathless. Serene. And everything in between.
"I take it you love me back?" he asked, needing you to say those words back to him.
Your heart did flips at the way the word sounded coming from him. It dripped with honey and warmth.
"A little more than love," you grinned. "You do realise that I won't be able to stop it, right?"
"I don't want you to."
"Great," you clapped your hands together. "Because I will become so annoying."
He howled a laugh, throwing his head back, the sound you loved so much making you laugh too.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
You leaned down connecting your lips for the millionth time tonight. But you still couldn't get used to them or to the fact that your heart called out his name and his answered back calling out just as loud.
Falling forward into his arms, you sank like a ship happily waiting to meet its end in the depths of the ocean that was him. Because no ocean was deeper and so familiar to swim through than your Zoro.
He kissed the crown of your head, pulling you closer. Happy felt like an impossible destination until he held you to him like this, safe and warm in his embrace. He felt a tinge of it and he wanted more.
"Are you tired-"
Before the question even left his mouth properly, his eyes drifted to the steady rise and fall of your chest, drained body curled into him tightly, head tucked into the crook of his neck, chest pressed to his.
She's drooling again, he chuckled to himself, moving some hair away from your face so you wouldn't inhale it. You sat like a baby coddled in its mother's arms, but your position looked a little uncomfortable.
He pulled your feet from under you to get you in a better posture. Moving his arms around you, he got more cozy, drawing the covers over the both of you and let the night come to an end.
Birds chirped announcing a new day, with the sea singing the same tune as its waves crashed in a swirl outside. The morning sun peaked through the curtains, its soft rays caressing the top of your head, willing you to wake up.
The first thing you felt was your cheek pressed against something plush. A pillow. The pillows I fell asleep on last night were way better.
You rolled around the bed trying to find some more sleep when the thought of last night sparked your brain like the tip of a vinyl record player, making memories play faster than your sleepy mind could catch up to.
Lips kissing on every part of your skin available to sight, carving themselves on the hidden ones. Hands caressing your body like a holy prayer, thought but never uttered. Eyes making secret promises with yours in the darkened moonlight.
You turned on your back and opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the light in the room. The fluffy duvet fell to your lap as you sat up, stretching your sore limbs with a groan. Everything ached but in a good way.
Pulling the covers away, you folded them neatly on the bed and took in the space in the light of day. The beige and green from downstairs broke off into a two-tone sandy beige and a cotton white on the floor and the walls. It truly felt like home. And smelt like it too. That musky vanilla you liked so much enveloping you, mostly from his shirt.
After a steamy shower that your skin welcomed fully, you stopped in front of the mirror to see just what he drew on you last night. You traced the red marks down your body, feeling the ghost of his lips like he was kissing and biting those places again and again. He didn't need any words after all.
Rummaging through his wardrobe, you stole a t-shirt, fitting like a dress on you, and a pair of pants that barely wanted to stay on your waist. You had to roll them up and double tie the strings for them to sit still.
Taking to the long corridor, you followed the sunlit path and looked for your partner in crime. You found him in the kitchen, handling an egg carton, preparing for what looked like the Zoro Special - omelete with a bunch of side dishes and orange juice - or Champions' Breakfast as he called it.
He had his back turned to you, busy chopping up some tomatoes. You sneaked behind him, trying to be quick and silent on your feet, planning to jump him. You rounded the marble top of the island, grinning that stealth was on your side, only to get caught between his arms. He already sensed you from when you entered the kitchen so your surprise attack was doomed from the start.
Unpredictable like a breeze of the wind, he picked you up, placing you on the island as strong arms planted on each side, caging you in his space. He took one look at you, recognizing his clothes draped loosely on you, messy bun on top of your head and his heart did flips again.
"Fancy seeing you here," you said, shying away from his gaze. It looked hungry and not for any damn food.
"I could say the same," he spoke, raspy voice sending tingles down your spine. He studied you some more, lips perking up in amusement. "Trying to sneak up on me?"
"Maybeeeee," you played with the hem of his shirt. "What are you making?"
"My special-"
His words got caught in his throat as you laid your chin on the crown of his chest and looked up at him with the softest eyes he's ever seen, all his resolve crumbling to the depths of the fucking universe.
It was truly a wonder to him - how you could go from one extreme to the other, being both adorable and sexy at the same time.
"Can I be your special?" you asked, voice sweeter than candy.
"I wouldn't mind that," he smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in a slow morning peck quicker than you would've liked it to be.
As if on cue, your stomach made a noise of complaint that the pizza you made together last night got digested.
"Let's get some food in you," he said, patting it tenderly.
"Do I get to assist on the special?"
"You get to watch the special," he rubbed his hands together and got started.
Pre-heating a pan on the hob, he held a knife in one hand and an egg in the other. Your eyebrow lifted up in curiosity as he held the knife horizontally to put the egg on top of it, balancing it side to side. With a confident grin your way, he flicked the handle and launched the egg in the air swiftly turning the knife sharp-edge upwards, just in time to catch the egg right in the middle, separating its contents from the cracked shell successfully. The egg sizzled in the pan while your mouth sat agape, shook at the skills he was pulling.
"You really are the gift that keeps on giving."
"So I've been told," he said cockily, flicking imaginary dust off his shoulder. You hopped off the island and elbowed him playfully, settling beside him to watch the magic omelet take shape.
Once enough eggs were cooked, he arranged the plates. He cleaned up his working space and leaned in for a kiss you dodged on purpose. That brought an ambush of kisses on your face, from your forehead to your cheeks, your eyes, your nose, your jaw and your lips. Everywhere he wanted to leave his affection on you.
You managed to shimmy out of his grip and bolted out in the living room, through the open glass door on the beach. The wind blew cold, waking you up like coffee, making your heart thunder. He followed right behind you just like the night you met, leaving your footprints in the sand. Though this time he caught up to you way quicker, whisking you up in the air and spinning you until your stomach hurt from laughing.
The sound of your laugh filled his ears in the most beautiful way possible. And something else clicked in his head. He wanted that to be the first thing he heard every morning, every day, until you got sick of him.
He placed your feet back on the sand and brought you closer, waves crashing next to you like the beat of his heart. He had to give it a shot no matter what. So, without letting any other thoughts cloud his decision, he just asked.
"Do you want to move in with me?"
OH, boy.
Thank you for reading :)
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Hey
In your last comment ( in love wins all part2) you meant that I could ask you for a story at any time.
My idea would be a story about Zoro in which he first has to admit to himself that he loves the female reader and asks his crew how he can confess his feelings to her and then does it in his usual shy but direct way ^^
We both know he is a big softie at heart x3
tysm for your request and undefeating support, itโs the reason i went back to writing and found the strength to write today. i really hope youโll enjoy it, and tysm for your patience. i love the introspection your idea offers, it was so fun to write that i added the strawhats as a tool for Zoro to realize his feelings! some parts are before timeskip, and the parts after the timeskip will be mentioned, i hope youโll enjoy it <3
tw! mention of gender (female) + fluff + sfw!!
wc : 4,31k (i went crazy sorry....)
It was a cool and breezy spring day when Luffy asked you to join the crew. You were a talented strategist during battles and tough times, gifted with a brilliant vision of finding a positive issue to win, while exulting warmth and tenderness, so much that it could tame the devil itself.
And by that, it meant Roronoa Zoro.
The tall swordsman perfectly remembers this day where you officially climbed onto the ship after the events of Enies Lobby, after helping the crew with astute tactics to get Robin back. He was impressed with you back then, by your phlegm and knowledge of the field, your calm, your determination to grant them victory, like you knew them all along, like you loved them all along. It was the love you gave people that allowed your brain to come up with the best solutions. And as a warrior and a solution giver, Zoro was admirative.
Or in trance. Mesmerized. In awe. Struck by an angel. If he were to be honest with himself.
And because Zoro imagined himself talking to you and getting to know what your brain hid, asking about your whereabouts, your culture, your likings and the drinks you drink, he really thought he did.
Yet, other than the casual โHiโ, โThanksโ, โFoodโs readyโ and โGood nightโ, the swordsman never uttered a word of what he wished to really share. Was it laziness? Cowardice? Fear? Indeed, he was not the most talkative of the crew, but he knew he could talk to anyone if he wanted to. Hell, he could even talk to the cook.
But when it came to you, he found himself out of breath, and looking at you seemed enough. Seeing you beam at the dinner table while savoring the shitty cook Sanjiโs delights, hearing your chatty and bubbly voice when gossiping with Nami and Robin, your laughs when in company of Usopp and Luffy and the soft hums escaping your lips when Brook would play a song. Looking at your plush thighs where Chopperโs head was resting, and the pearl of cola dripping from your pink lips when drinking under the hot weather with Franky.
He both felt like you were a sight bestowed by the Gods for him and forbidden, like the Apple of Eden.
And in magnificent Zoro fashion, he decided to not pay attention and focus on his training.
But even with the best of will, it was hard to pretend you did not exist and that the fluttering in his stomach were not butterflies, especially, on the Thousands Sunny.
THE CAPTAIN, MONKEY D LUFFY
One night, before reaching the Sabaody Archipelago, Zoro was standing quietly by the ocean. His mind was clear from troubles and aches, and he simply stood by the quietness of the sea. Youโve been apart of the crew for what has not been so long, yet, you were fitting beautifully. The way the breeze would caress your hair, the way you would sometimes trip on the ship because of the waves, the way the lemonade you would make tasted so much better than the cookโs. The first time you offered him the said refreshment was the only time he managed to stay close to you. Because you were not leaving, he thought. Or maybe because he was frozen on the spot when you bent down to his sitting/close to napping form and could smell your floral scent.
He was so lost in his thoughts he failed to hear his captain coming.
โIsnโt (Y/N) cool? Like, super cool?โ the captain beamed at his first mate and best friend, clapping his feet together as he sat on the rail of the ship. The swordsman did not mind looking his way as he stood by the railing, watching the moon glistening on the ocean.
โI guess, I barely talk to the girl so I wouldnโt know.โ He shrugged, hearing your soft giggles from afar as you enjoyed your time with the rest of the crew.
โWell I know sheโs cool. And she was so cool when she made all of these plans on her notebook with that fancy swooshing pen thing.โ He said, mimicking writing (ndlr : like that light yagami meme lol). โSanji says sheโs pretty. Do you think sheโs pretty?โ
At that question, Zoro almost chocked on his own air.
โWhy would you ask me that? And since when do you Luffy know when people are... pretty?โ he said, hoping the moonlit night would hide the pink hue on his cheeks.
โI know when people are pretty! You are pretty! Youโre my friend so youโre pretty.โ Zoro scoffed at his words, letting his captain talk.
โWell, Iโm sure youโll get along super well. Like super buddies. Sheโs so cool. You should listen to her. Nami said we must listen to her advices during combat or else we EXPLODE!! BOOM!!โ he enthusiastically said before jumping off the railing and shaking Zoroโs shoulders before running to pest on someone else.
Zoro stole a glance towards your way and sighed. You did not look pretty. Hell no you didnโt. And to that extent, he disagreed with the cook again. Because you were gorgeous, ethereal. It was beyond being โprettyโ, it was beyond being pleasant to look at. You were a gift. And he knew he could keep on looking at you for days if allowed.
And because you caught him looking, you offered him a gentle smile and a wave, which he forgot to reciprocate as he simply nodded and turned back to gazing at the ocean.
I know we would get along wellโฆ he sighed, silently wishing he had Luffyโs or Usoppโs social skills to stay by your side.
THE NAVIGATOR, NAMI
Before docking on the Sabaody Archipelago, Nami said it would be nice to dock on a small island to enjoy a day of fun at the beach, which led to having everyone in their bathing suit enjoying the scenery.
Zoro sat on the sand and did not realize his eyes landed on you. You were in the water with chopper on your shoulders, trying to keep steady as you feared for him to fall in the water. Usopp was in front of you with Luffy on his shoulders, trying to make Chopper fall in the water. Zoro claims to not pay attention to the way your (favorite color) bathing suit was perfectly suiting your form. He claims to not pay attention to your wet hair nor to the drops on your eyelids.
โYou need a tissue to stop the drooling?โ Nami said, standing in front of her crewmate as she put her sunglasses on top of her head.
Zoro glared at her without saying a word, clearly annoyed by the navigator.
โWell if I hadnโt known you were enjoying the view before I would certainly know it now. Would you stop staring at her, you look like Sanji.โ she smirked, moving the way as she sat next to him, looking at you as well and smiling.
โReally Zoro you should stop staring, thatโs creepy.โ
โDid she say anything?โ he surprised himself asking. Now at least she stopped blocking the view, and he could go back to โnotโ pay attention to the way your hand would hold Chopperโs pawn, or the way Usopp would splash water all over your chest.
โWell well well, what do we have here? A request for insights on my girl (Y/N)? By Roronoa Zoro? Is it going to snow in hell? Let me checkโฆโ she mischievously snarked, earning a grunt from Zoro in return.
โItโs so funny because Iโm sure she talked about you in our quarters a few times agoโฆ or maybe it was in my dream? Maybe your errand money would jog my memory.โ she proudly stated, earning another annoyed grunt from Zoro. She looked at him and waited for him to nod his head and wave his hand as a sign for her to continue.
โThanks for your generosity. And the only thing she said is that you donโt seem to like her because you never talk to her, so she doesnโt want to bother you.โ
When he heard what appeared to be your words, he swore his heart broke. How could you reasonably think he doesnโt like you? While you were the only thing on his mind beside training?
โAnd what did you sayโฆ I mean, what did you tell her.โ Zoro shyly asked, wondering if his friend Nami did any help.
โWell I did say you hated her, but Iโm sure I could tell her you love staring at her like a perv.โ
โFor fuck sake why would you say stuff like this?!โ
โI did not tell her that you idiot!โ she said, laughing wholeheartedly. โIn fact, I said you were like a bear : terrifying on the outside but kind of nice if you think about it.โ
Zoro sighed, instantly feeling sick in the stomach at the idea of you thinking he hated youโฆ or was a perv.
โWhy donโt you try talking to her? Sheโs such a sweet and smart girl, I feel like she was the missing part of this crew. I mean, itโs clear you-
โDo not say that word. I donโt.โ
Zoro cut her right off, but that did not stop Nami from stating her piece.
โFine Iโll use the word fancy. Itโs clear you FANCY her. Just because you never had a girlfriend or thought you could like anyone other than your swords or MIHAWKE doesnโt mean you should not act on your feelings right now. Be a normal guy and get her flowers, or I donโt know, you could also just talk.?You know Sanji likes her too right?โ she added that last part only to shake Zoro off before leaving with her new found cash.
Zoro kept on looking at you with longing, thinking about what Nami said.
Sanji cannot like her. And how did she know I never had a girlfriend?
THE SNIPER KING, USOPP, AND THE DOCTOR, TONY TONY CHOPPER
Later that night, Zoro decided to sit next to you for dinner. He was set on proving Nami wrong and showing the cook that he did not stand a chance (the poor guy did not get Namiโs joke).
But because Nami is the lively and vibrant human being she is, she, of course, told Usopp and Chopper about her little talk with Zoro.
Which of course, led Usopp to do some teasing, with the help of little
โHey (Y/N)! What does it feel like finally sitting next to Zoro after weeks of sailing together?โ he pried, wiggling his eyebrows at the sight of the two of you sitting together. You smiled and let out a small laugh as you responded.
โWell I have to say, Iโm quite flattered. Surprised, but flattered. Zoro is nice to stay with.โ
Your voice felt like the greatest of songs, and it only made Zoroโs heart beat faster.
โWooo wooo!โ Usopp cooed, pounding on the table as he did so. โDo I hear a confession in here? Zoro what do you have to say? Isnโt she nice to stay with? Come on just say the magic L word!โ
He was so engulfed in his thoughts and the desire to slash Usopp in half, that he did not feel Chopper creep on his lap.
โYour heart is beating really fast right now!โ the reindeer said in Zoroโs ear, trying not to embarrass him too much as Usopp was already talking about planning a future wedding.
โBecause you guys are giving me a headacheโ, he angrily uttered, suddenly getting up and leaving the table, not noticing the sad look in your eyes as he turned his back, not looking at you.
After these milestones only a fool would try to deny the blatant truth.
And after the Sabaody incident, only a masochist would refrain and hide these feelings away.
But with Roronoa Zoro, nothing is easier than sweeping his feelings under the rug of Mihawkeโs manor.
Nervertheless, being separated from you for those two years only left him with thoughts of you mingling with the ones he felt of guilt. Were you alive? Did you get Luffyโs message? Where were you training? Who were you with? Will you come back to him?
In his quest of longing to be the strongest, he got even more confident, if that could happen. Not only would he never let anything happen to the crew again thanks to his new found abilities, but he swore he wonโt let you in any form of danger. Yet, he claims it to himself that protecting you is only his โswordsman wayโ. Nothing more.
He waited for the day of the reunion with a lot of excitement. Seeing Luffy and Chopper again, sailing the seas to prove himself to the world. He would not say it aloud, but he missed everyone. Yet, his heart led to an unusual feeling. His chest felt knotted. Was it fear? Anxiety? Regret? He caught himself thinking about many scenarios that did not make sense, nonsense he would have smacked someoneโs head for. What if you decided to leave the crew and stay where you were? What if you forgot about him, since his past relationship with you failed to be the most intimate one? What if you hated him and thought of him as weak? What if he never saw you again?
Why does it matter, anyway.
The D-Day was approaching, and Zoroโs questions only grew more and more.
And as the Day finally arrived, he looked at the Sabaody scenery and let out a deep sigh, but the small smile on his lips never left. Each step he took were different from those he took two years ago: he was determined, stronger.
He would not admit it to himself, but he was worried you wonโt show up to the ship. He also was worried he wonโt be able to talk to you like he wished to.
During his walk to find the Sunny, he stumbled across the last person he wanted to see first.
THE COOK, SANJI VINSMOKE
Even though Zoro disliked the cook, he had to admit he was reassured to see his fellow comrade in good shape. But that feeling quickly faded the second the Cook started speaking.
โAnd here I thought a musclehead like you couldnโt understand nor form a sentence.โ
โAnd here I thought you might have learnt to use twizzlers in those two years but well. Nothingโs new here.โ
The pair had no choice but to walk together, which surprisingly led to somewhat of a conversation, even though neither looked at the other. Zoro was walking with his bag over his shoulder while Sanji smoked his cigarette.
โSo you trained with Ivankov?โ
โI tried to escape everytime which turned out well. I can fly now with my technique, which Iโm sure (Y/N)-chwan would love! Think about it, this could be really useful in defense combat. I will be useful for (Y/N)-chwaaan, and Nami-chwaaan and Robin-chwaaan.โ The cook chanted, only to earn Zoroโs deep and usual silence, which lasted for what seemed to be a while.
In spite of being used to Zoroโs quietness and awkward silence, the cook noticed the sudden shift in his behavior once your name was mentioned. Call him curious or accuse him of having a death wish, but he decided to break the ice.
โHey, mosshead.โ
The swordsman did not bother to answer and kept on walking.
โDid you miss anyone in particular during those two years?โ
โYes, my hammock.โ he quickly answered, his usual sass coming back as a defense mechanism Sanji swore not to fall for this time.
โSee?โ Sanji said, pointing his cigarette towards his crewmate, still walking. โThatโs exactly why no one wants to approach you. Youโre brute. How do you expect people to let you in if you donโt let them in in the first place?โ
โWho said I wanted to let any people in? I donโt care about people.โ
โYou know who Iโm talking about here. I have eyes. We all have eyes.โ
โTechnically Brook doesnโt and I only have one left.โ he corrected, looking at the cookโs annoyed face with his good eye. โAnd for the reminder, I can understand sentences just fine, you talked about people, not (Y/N).โ
Sanji smirked: the cook had won.
โIndeed. I never talked about beautiful (Y/N). You just did, though." he cockily pointed. "If I were you, which Iโm not thank God, I would take her hand, squeeze it and tell her a poem. Thatโs it if you can read.โ
โTsk.โ
Sanji lit himself another cigarette to savor his small victory. Zoro bit the inside of his cheek and averted his gaze to the scenery around him again.
Did he just tell the cook about you? When he was talking about โletting people inโ? He would lie if he said he did not want you to let him in. He thought you were a strong woman with admirative skills. He thought you were kind and caring, with a high sense of ethics and fairness. He thought you were beautiful. You were his ideal, the sole reason why he never bothered looking at women before.
But why would someone like you let someone like him, in? Sanji was right: he was a brute. And spending time with his swords medidating for two years did not make him a social animal. He lacked Usoppโs ease or Luffyโs communicative smile. He lacked Sanjiโs ability to compliment women or make them feel beautiful. Hell, he remembers his conversation with Nami like it was yesterday: you thought he hated you.
Would it be unfair for a brute like him to long for someone like you? Does he have the right to hold these feelings? Is he allowed to share them to you?
The poor boy did not have time to find his answer that Luffy had found them.
He would soon see you. He felt it. And by that time, he better come up with something other than โHiโ.
When they arrived to the ship alongside their Captain, everyone was already here waiting for them.
Including you.
Before fully looking at you, Chopper jumped on him, crying his heart out from having missing him too much. Unfortunately for him, the swordsman did not pay attention to all his ranting as you approached to enthusiastically hug Luffy, Sanji, and him.
Because of the awkward position he was in with Chopper, you gently wrapped your arms around the small reindeer and told them both how happy you were to see them. And because of his cute comrade, he did not have the chance to say โHiโ.
He missed his opportunity, the chance to finally let you in.
Perhaps it is better this way.
Everyone climbed onto the ship, ready to celebrate the reunion, and even though the best sake was provided, Zoro quickly walked to a small and intimate area: his crow nest.
THE STRATEGIST, (YOUR NAME) โก
Two years without seeing your friends were long to pass, without hearing their laughters and benters, their antics and adventures. Even though you joined the crew at later times before being teleported by Kuma, you dearly loved each crewmate and felt apart of a big family.
During those two years, you sometimes caught yourself thinking about the swordsman. To say the green-haired figure rarely talked to you would be an understatement, and you never understood why. You never were mean to him, you let him nap during night watch, you poured him lemonade, smiled at him each time he would look at you.
You admired his strength, his determination, his oath to become the best in his craft. You were honored to conceive combat strategies that would enhance his abilities and show them to the world.
He was the legend to the story you were writing. The hero.
It would be lying to say you did not fancy the swordsman. He was handsome, peaceful, intelligent when in need, and reassuring. He was confident, opinionated and reliable.
Your heartbeat grew faster as you saw him walking towards the ship with Sanji and the captain. He looked even taller than in your memories, and even more built. His hair seemed softer, and his voice much huskier. Your heart ached when you noticed he had lost an eye.
But because everyone was around, you could not possibly go to him and cry your eyes out as you talked about his injury. Instead, and because you were so happy to see everyone, you decided to go for a small hug, hopping it would offer you both a fresh start.
After the feast following your reunion, you noticed Zoro walking out to his favorite spot. Pretending to be in need of the ladies room, you decided to follow the swordsman to the crows nest, set on trying to finally, communicate with the future best swordsman on the Planet.
When Zoro heard someone going up the crows nest, he did not pay attention. For this once, would he allow someone to go up unannounced.
โPardon me Zoro!โ you said while climbing, breaking his composure. Out of everyone he thought would come up tonight, he never thought it would be you. He could not even figure out what to come up with first as he saw the top of your head from the top of the ladder and your adorable eyes peeking up to him.
You waited to have fully climbed the ladder before talking.
โHi, I hope Iโm not bothering.โ You gently said with a radiant smile on your face, standing in front of him in your newest outfit. He felt ashamed for not taking in all the details of your new attire earlier under the sunlight, from the way it hugged your form to the way the color compliments your eyes.
โActually, Iโve never been up here before.. it looks.. nice?โ you said, your eyes going from the surroundings of his room to his good eye.
He looks handsome.
She looks gorgeous.
โThen what are you doing here now?โ Zoro responded, harsher than what he intended. He instantly regretted his sentence and his tone. These were so distant from what he felt.
His words sent shivers down your spine and made you gasp a little, slowly looking down to your feet in embarrassment.
He looked down at you with his good eye and quickly shook his hands.
โN-No (Y/N) this is so not what I meant. Gosh now I understand why Sanji said I was a brute and Nami said you hated me.โ
โWhat? Nami said I hated you?โ you asked, your head going back up and looking at him with concern. โI could never hate you Zoro! Why would she say something like this?โ
โN-No!โ he said, trying to correct his wording, again, but it seemed harder after hearing what you felt about him.
You could never hate him.
โI mean, she said you thought I hated you. No wonder why you think that, Iโm a brute.โ
In spite of his awkward phrases, you let out a small giggle. His tan face was tainted with shades of a dusty shy pink, and his good eye was desperately trying to connect with yours. Maybe if you would look at him for just long enough, he would not have to say a thing.
You walked closer to him, trying to pierce what his eye was begging to tell you. You could feel the shift in the air, the tension building high. Your voice, soft as silk and sweet as honey, asked.
โSo, Zoro, do you hate me?โ
The question sent him in a trance. In his mind, he told you a hundred times about how beautiful you looked and how admirative he was of your work on the ship. In his mind, he told the world and the stars a hundred times about his will to protect you and be the strongest.
His body ached to be closer to yours. It was only the two of you, and it seemed so natural. So real. He slowly inched closer to you, his overpowering frame letting yours aware of his presence and scent. Wood and peppermint.
Crossing his arms and closing his eyes, faking tiredness, hoping his demeanor would hide the shyness away, he bluntly stated:
โI could never hate you, (Y/N).โ
Five words. These five words alone lifted a whole weight off your shoulders. Slightly blushing from his statement and the proximity you two were in, in what seemed like a forbidden whisper, you said, gently touching his hand.
โIโฆ I should probably go downstairs. The others are going to wonder why Iโm taking so long to get you to drink sake with us. Theyโll think you got sober.โ
Zoro slightly scoffed and nodded, his eyes never leaving the tenderness of your touch on his large hand.
โPromise me youโll come back later. Just you.โ
His wish was spoken with such adoration and secrecy, you wonโt ever refuse. But teasing the swordsman seemed a little more fun.
โBy later, do you mean in two years? Who knows maybe by that time youโd have lost your other eye.โ
Zoro laughed a little, gently squeezing your hand like an oath spoken just for the two of you.
โLike I would ever let you go again for so long, idiot.โ
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005. ONE PIECE, VINSMOKE SANJI.
content warnings: readers gender isnโt specified but they are wearing a dress, terrible tooth rotting fluff (author is in love with sanji), morticia and gomez energy, smut author writes fluff (rough).
plot: itโs your anniversary with Sanji and it appears he has something to tell you.
authors note: me x sanji but in the form of x reader fanfic. this is how he confessed to me btw if u even care. Also, the accompanying song is Mio Amore by the Flamingos.
Such beautiful days on the water, itโs been a few months with him already; he only makes your experiences feel that much more sublime. You admit it was risky having relations on a sea bound ship, but you could tell Sanji was different. Not like men who only valued your physical attributes, but one who sees you for your most bare and essential parts.
He asked that you meet him in the kitchen tonight, just the two of you. You expected a fancy dinner and to most likely be interrupted by your Captain who was going to inevitably be hungry and plead with your date to make him a third dinner. However, that was not what you were met with exactly.
Stepping into the kitchen there he was, clad in a black suit with a button up in your favorite color. Pots simmered on the stove as the kitchen was shrouded in ambient light with low jazz filling every corner of the space. The dining table only set for two with bouquets of fresh flowers, where could he have even gotten those? Youโve been at sea for two weeks without stopping at an island.
He turns to you, dropping his knife before cleaning his hands on a towel. โAnd donโt you look beautiful,โ he says, taking your hand while guiding you deeper in his set up for your anniversary date.
โSanji, whatโs all this?โ Heโs always like this, overly romantic in his affections for you. Itโs like heโs never heard of the word subtle. Honestly, itโs what you love about him. His extreme attention to detail over you, the dedication it shows. No one in your life has ever been so thoughtful.
He doesnโt find your words to be critical, learning early on in your relationship that youโre eerily similar to him; posing questions as a means of guarding your own heart. โFor you my sweet, happy anniversary.โ He places your hand over his heart, allowing you to understand exactly how he feels in this moment. Nervous but calm, excited to be with you anywhere.
โOh! Before dinner, I wanted to do something.โ When he begins to speak, his heart rate picks up the slightest bit. His hand that was placed over yours letโs go before heโs swiveling on the heel of his foot over to where the record was playing. โThereโs this song, it reminds me of you,โ only softness is found in his voice as he tries to give context to his actions.
The music he listens to always brings a grin to your face, Sanji is quiet the romantic youโve come to find out. Despite his womanizing first impression, youโve learned that above all he loves with every fiber of his being; down to his finger tips and toes. He loves his crew, he loves his mom and sister, he loves the Baratie, he loves his true dreams; but youโve wondered, does he love you?
When he places the needle down on the disc, an old sounding tune fills the air. He rushes back to you asking, โMay I?โ Ambiguous. Youโre unsure what he means but you just nod. Youโd give him anything he asked of you.
โ๐๐ข๐จ ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐. ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ.โ
As the song begins to play he plants a soft and sweet kiss to your lips, pulling away all too soon before taking your hands in his.
The dress youโre wearing matches the setting so well, of course it would be like him to ask to dance. You canโt help but smile. Itโs one that lights up every corner of your face, showing all the care you have for him in your heart. A small laugh escapes you as your eyes meet his.
โ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ.โ
Heโs nervous, you can tell in the tension in his shoulders that his posture is abnormally rigid. Youโre both keenly aware of each other, intuition a gift and curse you both were blessed with. โYouโre sweet dear, this is perfect.โ You try to encourage him, settle any anxieties he may have about this whole set up. โNo oneโs ever done something like this for me.โ
He canโt tell you just how much he likes hearing those words come from your mouth. Something instinctively within him wants to be your first for many things. He wants to show you a world where youโre the sun he revolves around, yet that you can also depend on him with any worry or qualm you may have.
โ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐.โ
Youโre both now swaying on the wood floors, the occasional creak of the Thousand Sunnyโs can be heard as your heels clatter against it. โEverything for you, always.โ It sounds like a promise, something similar to a code he means to live by. A set of values that he refuses to break as his tone is serious.
โ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.โ
โSanjiโฆโ you say softly, he always manages to make butterflies erupt within you. Your hands are placed on his shoulders while his find your waist.
โ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.โ
Your head is tucked into his chest as he holds you close. You can hear the erratic beat of his heart clearly. โI mean it. I would kill for you, I would die for you, do you understand that? I would give up the all blue in your name if you asked me to.โ At that you gaze into his eyes, they always seem to tell a depth of truth about him that words canโt. The intensity youโre met with is almost frightening, dark eyes that refuse to waiver. His words go against all that you know. His loyalty to his crew should be first, not to youโฆ
โ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐, ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐.โ
โAnything you could ever want, I would do my best to give it to you.โ Itโs tender and raw, his feelings always end up that way. Youโre all heโs ever wanted and heโll be damned if you donโt end up the person he wakes up to every day.
โBut Sanji, why? What about everything you stand for?โ You canโt help the rise of anger in your voice, heโs prone to sweet talking but this is flat out too much.
His face is unreadable, youโre looking for something; anything that could explain his irrational thinking right now. โBecause, Iโm in love with you.โ
โ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐? ๐๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐.โ
Well, that could definitely explain his โirrational thinking.โ Your face screams โwhatโ as your jaw is left agape. โIโve been in love with you.โ He corrects himself. โIt feels like I was made for you, and you for me.โ
His confession leaves you speechless. Stunned that a man could have such profound things to say about his feelings.
โ๐๐ก, ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐. ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐.โ
He drops to one knee in front of you, taking your smaller hand in his while his thumb rubs against your knuckles. โI promise you that y/n,โ he leaves a kiss on them while awaiting your response.
โ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ.โ
Those damn eyes, the ones that see you for who you truly are. The ones that rip you to bits and can pick apart your essence, almost as if he can see past your physical being and into something more.
Itโs trust that he places in you, handing his fragile and vulnerable heart on a silver platter that you could break into tiny pieces. Heโd glue them back together and still love you. Heโd rather be a fool that doesnโt learn his lesson than turn away from you.
โ๐๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐.โ
Sweeping his blond hair that covers half his face, youโre met with a man who wants nothing more than to love you and to be loved by you. Down to his core, thatโs all he could ever ask from you.
โI love you Sanji, more and more every day.โ Bringing yourself down to his height, you kiss his forehead, holding his face within your hands.
You swear you could hear him gasp in surprise. Whether it be your confession or action, he wasnโt prepared for it to be reciprocated in the same way. Just as youโve never had someone to care this much, the same goes for Sanji. While heโs had Zeff, this is far different. A love that is romantic and unconditionally given, all consuming and devoted. You are better than anything heโs ever lusted after, and now that he has you he will continue to make you his.
โ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐, ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐.โ
He stands back up to wrap his arms around you, dragging you into a bear hug with a swirling storm of kisses that donโt seem to stop. โIโm yours, always,โ he says to you. Carding his hands in your curls as he tries to meld your forms into one. โYours, yours, yours,โ he repeats. In the way that you need him, he needs you.
If it wasnโt for the food continuing to cook, you could have stayed right there with him forever.
#sanji#my lover boy#heโs so โฆ perfect#I usually donโt write fluff but I only do it for him bc thatโs my man#yk#vinsmoke sanji x reader#sanji x reader#sanji fluff#vinsmoke sanji x y/n#sanji x y/n#sanji x you#one piece x reader#one piece fluff#one piece#I feel like I dead name him when I call him โvinsmoke sanjiโ like thats just sanji but โ
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broken ankle, karma rules
stmf one shot #9.
a/n: long time no see! i missed writing for you all so much
warnings: fluff & surgery
song: little freak- harry styles
โAnd next on the beam, please give a round of applause for Matilda Styles!โ
Harry was stood next to you, cheering your eldest daughter on so loudly that it was starting to give you a headache. Nothing had beaten the look on Tillyโs face when she was told by her head coach that she had qualified for nationals, and you had followed her all the way up north to the arena where the competition was due to take place. You felt nervous just watching her, wondering how your 10-year-old daughter could stomach so many people staring at her, judging her every move. But then again, that was what her Dad did most nights whilst he was on tour. The Styles were performers, and loved having all eyes pointed in their direction, and Tilly was no exception to this rule.
You looked down, to see Lottie sucking on her thumb, her chewed up bunny hanging by the ear in her other fist. Harry could tell she was starting to doze off, having woken up at 5am for the car journey up here. He reached down before scooping her up in his arms and placing her on his shoulders, pointing in Tillyโs direction.
โLook at your big sister over there, sweet pea! Are you going to give her a cheer, I bet she can hear you,โ
โGood luck, Tilly!โ she shouted, her little voice echoing across the hall. Tilly, now stood up on top of a wooden beam, turned around to wave in her direction, smiling widely in her black and blue glittery long-sleeved leotard, emblazoned with jewels, a ribbon perched upon the tight bun you had tied her hair into. The routine started, and Harry gawked as she marched across the narrow piece of wood, flipping upside down and in all different directions, landing perfectly on her feet each time.
โThatโs my girl!โ he bellowed, reaching over the seats in front to get a closer look at her. The routine was coming to the finale, and this was the part she needed to stick- if the landing went just as well as the rest of it, she would be coming out with a very high score.
You watched her taking a deep breath, inhaling the stale, sweaty air of the arena, before beginning to run towards the end of the beam, her arms reaching out in front of her.
โGo on, Styles!โ The girls in her team watching from the side-lines chanted, as her dainty hands made contact with the beam, before she flipped up and backwards, back down onto her feet again, and backwards, her knees tucked into her chest, getting closer to the floor, closer and closer before-
The snap was so loud, that you felt it echo across the entire arena. You felt as though things were going in slow motion, and you were helpless, watching all the way from the viewing platform, your daughterโs screams shrilling through your ears.
โOh my god!โ Harry yelled, moving Lottie from off of his shoulders and resting her on his hip.
She was laid out on the mat just off of the beam, one hand on her forehead, the other reaching down trying to grab her ankle. You rushed down the stairs, Harryโs free hand intertwined in yours, and pushed your way through the crowd that had congregated near her.
โLet them through, those are her parents!โ the head coach screamed, putting her hands out to part the sea of people gawking over Tilly. Harry placed Lottie back on the ground before you both kneeled over next to her.
โMummy, Daddy, Iโm scared,โ A stream of tears rolled down her face. โIt hurts, it really hurts,โ
Harry brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear, before wiping the tears from her cheek with the back of his hand.
โI know baby,โ you sighed, locking eyes with Harry. โBut youโre going to be alright,โ
โCan someone get some ice? And a blanket, sheโs really cold,โ Harry shouted across the floor, before one of the girls came running back with them.
โThank you sweet,โ he smiled at the teenage girl wearing a leotard and track jacket, before wrapping the blanket around Tillyโs shoulders.
She sat up suddenly, and her green eyes widened in shock at the state of her foot.
โOh no,โ she cried, โI feel sick,โ
Harry pressed the ice pack over her ankle before covering it up with the blanket. The sight of her mangled, twisted ankle, bleeding with a bone sticking out of it, was enough to make you and him feel queasy.
โYou donโt need to see it, baby,โ he whispered, rubbing her shoulders to try and warm her up. โDaddyโs going to lift you up now, okay? And weโre going to take you to the hospital, where they can fix it,โ
She hissed as he hooked his arm under her knee to try and lift her.
โDonโt touch it!โ she screamed, reaching out to throw his arm off of her. His hands flew up in apology.
โIโm tyring not to, Til,โ He kissed her forehead, his voice beginning to break. โBut I need to lift you up so I can get you to the car, okay?โ
She sighed before wrapping her hands around his neck and he picked her up from the mat, cradling her in his arms like he used to when she was tiny.
โMummy, is Tilly going to be okay?โ Lottie whispered sweetly, her tiny hand now in yours.
โYeah baby, you donโt need to worry,โ you sighed, your heart breaking at the panic in her little voice. โWeโre going to go to the hospital where the doctors can help her, okay?โ
You watched Harry running out to the car as you followed closely behind him, as he sat in the back with Tilly for the entire car journey to the hospital.
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โItโs a nasty break, thatโs for sure,โ The radiologist explained, as you noticed Harryโs face turning a shade of green as he looked at the X-Rays held out in front of him. It showed her bone as broken clean in half, bits managing to peek through her skin. โWe will have to put her to sleep, and then put some pins in to hold it back in place,โ
โOh my,โ Harry whimpered. โSurgery! But sheโs so little,โ
โI know itโs a lot to take in, Mr Styles. But this is the best way of fixing it,โ
He sighed, frantically running a hand through his hair.
โOne of the nurses is bandaging it up temporarily whilst we speak, so sheโs comfortable for now. Someone should be up in an hour or so to take her up to theatre,โ
You both thanked him and Harry shook his hand before he left.
โIโll tell her, you donโt have to,โ you offered, as he sighed, now tapping his foot repeatedly on the floor.
โItโs making me feel sick thinking about it, her up on the table, and sheโs so, so little, what if she doesnโt wake up, and-โ
โHarry,โ you warned him. โI feel the exact same as you, but if she sees how worried you are, itโs going to make her panic, and thatโs not good for her right now,โ
โI know, I know,โ he said quickly. โI just wish it was me instead of her,โ
You took his hand in yours, rubbing circles around his knuckles, before opening the door, your woozy daughter now sat up in the bed with a dazed expression on her face.
โMy gorgeous girl,โ Harry tried to smile, but it didnโt quite meet his eyes. He kissed her forehead.ย โAre you feeling any better?โ
She yawned slightly. โIโm tired, Daddy,โ
You were relieved that painkillers coming through the IV on her arm were working. You knew it was bad when she hadnโt flinched as the nurse put the needle into her hand, because Tilly was normally never keen on needles.
โYou sleep then, babygirl,โ He said, now sitting on the end of the bed facing her, tucking in the blankets around her. Within under a minute, she was already fast asleep.
You and Harry had decided that it would be better to not tell her, because you knew she wouldnโt have slept, and also because you knew it would have hurt him too much to see her reaction. Harry had spent that entire hour pacing around the room, his green eyes darting back and forth between his daughter asleep in bed and the clock in the corner of the room.
He almost jumped when he heard the knock on the door, which also startled Tilly awake, as she bolted upright in bed.
โHi darling, weโre going to take you upstairs now, okay?โ
โWhy,โ Tilly muttered, her voice tainted with grogginess. โI want to stay here,โ
โYouโre going to have a nice sleep whilst we fix your ankle, okay? And then youโll wake up and it wonโt be hurting anymore,โ
ย Tilly looked over at her dad, whose gaze was focused on a pot of flowers on the bedside table to avoid meeting her eyes, because he knew that if he looked at her, he would burst into tears.
โI thoughtโฆ I thought we were going home,โ she blubbered. โI thought we were going to get Lottie from Nanny Anneโs,โ
โNanny is going to come and see you later, okay?โ you whispered, trying to keep your tone as light as possible. โBut they need to fix your ankle first,โ
She reached up to grab Harryโs tattooed arm, watery tears now beginning to stream down her face.
โYou need to pick either Mummy or Daddy to take with you when we put you to sleep, darling,โ the nurse smiled. โIโm sorry it canโt be both,โ
Harry didnโt expect her answer to be him.
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โIโm sorry baby, I know itโs horrible,โ Harry sighed, stroking the back of her free hand as he watched a vial of liquid being squirted into the cannula on the other. Her hands were so tiny, that they had barely been able to get it in in the first place, and Harry had felt sick watching her cry as they struggled to find her vein.
โAm I going to wake up, Daddy?โ Tilly whispered, her green eyes wide as she stared up in him. He felt another knot forming in his stomach, and could feel the sick beginning to travel up his throat.
โOf course you are, sweetheart,โ He traced his fingertips across her pale cheeks. โThe doctors are going to take very good care of you, you donโt need to worry,โ He tried to make himself sound as certain as possible, but deep down he was more scared than she was. If he could have been lying on that bed instead of her at that moment, he would have been.
Her eyes began to flutter closed, as she tried to stare back up at him, fighting to keep them open.
โI love y-โ She tried to say, but she was asleep before she could finish the sentence.
You saw him rush back out through the doors, as he collapsed down into your arms, no longer able to hold back his tears.
You didnโt need to say anything. You just held him there as the minutes slowly ticked by, listening to his quiet sobs as you felt your t-shirt beginning to become damp, running your hands through his soft brown hair.
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โMr and Mrs Styles,โ
Harry immediately jumped up at those words.
โIs she okay?โ He gasped, his voice trembling slightly.
โYeah, sheโs fine,โ The nurse chuckled to herself, taking in the shocked look on Harryโs face. โSheโs still coming round, so sheโs a bit woozy, but sheโs fine,โ
โThank god,โ Harry muttered as he followed her back down the long, whitewashed hallway and into a small room where Tilly was tilted upright in a hospital bed, snuggled under crisp white sheets.
He moved a chair over and sat down beside her, running his thumb over her cheek before planting a kiss to her forehead. Her lips turned upwards into a smile, despite still having her eyes closed.
โHi baby, did you have a nice dream?โ Harry whispered, placing his hand over hers, grimacing slightly at the cannula in the back of it, which looked harsh and sterile imbedded in her soft pale skin. She giggled slightly, before slowly opening her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering up at him.
โMmmhmm,โ she muttered, her eyes dropping closed again. โMโstill tired, though,โ
โYou sleep then baby, hmm?โ He breathed. โItโs okay. Daddy can wait. Iโll always wait for you,โ
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poor tilly! i'm sure harry will be the best daddy and make sure she is well looked after for the next few weeks :/
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mihawk x gn!reader + breath of dawn (sfw)
He always looked like a marble statue in the early morning light, gentle, pink rays of the dawn filtering through the window and softening the harsh angles of his face.ย Perfectly still, his breathing is carefully controlled and measured, even in sleep.ย Snuggled into his side, you gingerly trace the outlines of the muscles on his chest, marveling at the way he was blessed not only with impeccable strength, but skin softer and smoother than oil, almost inhuman in his perfection.ย Mihawk stirsโthe only sign is a change in the pattern of his breathing for a few moments before tilting his head to kiss your temple.
โGood morning, love.โ he murmurs, voice deep and husky as he emerges from the haze of sleep.
โApologies for waking you, dear.โ you say with a smile, pressing your lips to his cheek.ย You werenโt sure how genuine your apology really was, especially given how much you love the low, deep timbre of his voice in the morning.
Mihawk lets out a deep sigh, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to shake the sleep from them.ย Those shoulders carried heavy burdensโbeing a Warlord of the Sea, the Worldโs Strongest Swordsman, and the reality that he was one of the most dangerous and deadly men in the world.ย However, this morning, his mind drifted nowhere near any of these things that had, in all honesty, begun to bore him.ย As he sits up, his head is focused on more important things.
โWe should rise and tend to the garden before the heat becomes unbearable.โ he says, slipping out of bed and offering you his hand to help you do the same.
You nod in agreement, sleepily sliding your feet into your sandals that will soon be coated with the early morning dew.ย Both still in your pajamas, he waters while you harvest a variety of vegetables that have ripened overnight.ย
Droplets of water tickle your toes and ankles as you step through the grassโyou accept them willingly, a sign of the heavens weeping at the sight of a love as precious as yours.
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