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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 3 months

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Persistent | Yandere Asmodeus

You heard the whispers of a beautiful creature. One of the seven avatars known across the seas for their popularity in beauty, in the arts, in the general gene pool. It was just another spec of knowledge you heard when doing your job. The biggest customers were quite talkative.

“(Y/n)...did you finish that remedy of yours?”

You gave your mentor a nod, letting suspended gravity carry the bottled vial from your mini cavern into the waiting tentacle of your mentor. Her orange-red tentacle wrapped around it with ease, swiftly putting her labeling and signature on it before shoving it into a crate.

She sighed, running her tentacles over the dozens of crates in a final count. She gave a satisfied hum before looping her eight tentacles into the various slots. You smiled to yourself—another successful batch.

Retreating into your cavern you curled into yourself prepared to sleep until the next time Helene would wake you. It would be time to eat then.

It was like any other day.

“---keep it all to yourself! You have to tell me!”

“--share with you?! Please! I should kill you for eve–”

You awoke to voices instead of the sounds of a crab being roasted on the fire coals. It was Helene yelling at a man, a customer maybe? It was a smooth highpitched voice cutely whining about something.

It was kind of…irritating.

You didn’t want to bother uncurling yourself, somehow still lulled to sleep by the intensified yelling; mostly coming from Helene. Falling asleep you dreamed of tiny tasty slivers of crab to eat while Helene patted your head.

It wasn’t a bother to you.

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“Oh my look at you! What’s your name?”

It was that voice, again. One you could barely place.

It was hazy with your schedule of work-sleep-eat (maybe). Your hectic schedule made half-asleep experiences far from your top priority. This is why you slowly blinked at him before wrapping yourself in your tentacles. Ready to sleep again.

It didn’t bother you until he did.

A soft and manicured hand unabashedly grabbed a tentacle of yours slowly unraveling you’re protective spiral to pull you out of your cavern. You used your remaining tentacles to try and keep you inside only to be proved far too weak in the hands of the sea’s mighty avatar.

He pulled you into the bioluminescent grotto, leaving you in the open. You shrunk into yourself prepared to ink the perpetrator and dart into one of the many craters of the grotto. You’re three hearts were beating a mile a minute. Where was Helene? Why wasn’t she here? Why was the shelf a mess? Her cauldron knocked over? Anxiety was gripping you harder than an oyster's maw.

The beautiful merman on the other hand was none the wiser. Smiling as he playfully flicked his hot pink and orange fins. His tail was large and wavy; a dramatic flair that wasn’t helping you in any regard. He folded his hand behind him as he leaned closer to you, swimming closer as you curled away.

“Hey! Why are you trying to hide? Are you surprised someone like myself just appeared?”

He posed flashing his scales and fanning his fins out. It did nothing for you, to see him this way. In fact, it made you all the more uncomfortable. You were getting closer to inking yourself relenting to somewhere- anywhere to hide.

“H-hey, where are you going?”

To the tipped cauldron. Curling as tightly as you could in hopes of limiting at least a little bit of your fear. It made the merman pout following you to the cauldron planning to use the same tactic as before

“Are you re-Aghagahaaaahh! What is that!?”

Cringing at the sticky and suffocating grasp of the ink. He jerked away, twisting his tail as if to relieve himself of the feeling. You curled into yourself only trying to facilitate your breath as the merman continued to howl about the ink and ‘his poor perfect skin.’

Soon all of it went to fade. Your tiredness, his crying, your fear. Once again you fell asleep.

It was Helene who would awake you, having returned home to find your cavern empty, the grotto a mess, and a sorrowful wisp of ink leading into her tipped over cauldron. She knew what had happened and nothing more needed to be said as she joined you wrapping you in her strong tentacles. There was something soothing about her muscles lightly squeezing around you, as she whispered curses of the avater.

“That cursed merman! On my life, Asmodeus will pay for what he’s done! Believe it!”

It didn’t mean much to you, her cursing that merman. It was a name she cursed often. But that must mean that the one who was here must be him.

Asmodeus, huh.

You’re…pretty sure you don’t like him.

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The next time he reaches for you, you bite him. You curled your outstretched tentacle back into yourself as he wailed again. It wasn’t as loud as before when you inked him but his arm was no longer in your cavern.

“Hey you bit me! Bad octopus!”

He stuck his tongue out at you before swiftly swimming away nursing his hand. That didn’t make him leave though. Instead the clinking of bottles and canisters persisted with nonchalant humming.

This Asmodeus was looking for something.

“Aww not here! Geez Helene where would you put it.”

You stayed in your cavern not even bothering to peek your head out to see. You could already imagine. Sleep was far away, your skepticism wouldn’t allow you to not when Asmodeus rifling through Helen’s products.

Then there was silence.

Did he leave? Did he find what he was looking for?

“Maybe you know?”

How didn’t you hear him? In a matter of seconds he swam from the bottom of the grotto to the entrance of your cavern, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. It was alarming.

“Aww are you ignoring me again? That’s no good!”

He puffed his cheeks for a moment, his expression changing to one of determination as he reached somewhere outside your cavern’s opening. He was clutching an empty but familiar viall with Helene’s signature label on it.

“Come on! Won’t you tell me where I can find her batch for this? Come on! You can tell me!”

With his prodding came him pushing the empty glass into your cavern, careful to hold it by its opening–his fingers far from you. You let the glass touch you, flinching when he persists. You continue to curl away, not engaging was how you’d succeed.

“Hey don’t ignore me!”

He continued to poke you with the bottom side of the bottle, whining consistently about the product he was looking for. Somewhere along the way you found yourself fighting sleep. Though you were sure he didn’t notice, you once again curled your tentacles around yourself for sleep.

“--cute!”

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“Coral-cutie!? Where are you hiding today? Are you mad about the pearl necklace last time?”

You were hiding from Asmodeus in one of the many crevices of the grotto, hardly bothering to sneer at the visible destruction of Helene’s work space. It was probably more disturbing that this had become a routine. He’d wreck her workstation sighing about what he couldn’t find and spend the rest of the day pestering you. Somehow the latter was what he spent most of his time doing here. Like clockwork Helene would return and curse his name before continuing to churn out another batch of her famous concoction.

Now your days spent sleeping were filled with attempts to escape the avatar of the sea. Who insisted on doing all sorts of silly routines and dressing you in whatever trend he was ranting about now. It was exhausting at first but now you were used to it.

“Ah! There you are! Trying to hide from me, you silly octopus!”

For the most part.

You sat still in his lap as he reclined on Helene’s cauldron, turned on its head and its contents floating aimlessly. His fingertips danced along your suction cups, taking the time to explore their shape as if he hadn’t done it a thousand times before.

“I never noticed before but you secrete a kind of mucus don’t you?”

Offended you retract your tentacles from his grasp, he put his hands up in defense.

“It’s not a bad thing. In fact,” He paused easily peeling the limb from your body to his lips, delicately rubbing his lips against it. “It’s a lovely thing.”

You didn’t pull away. You only looked away from him as he went back to his usual playful.mannerisms. Easily letting your embarrassment fade to listlessness as though it were never there. You let your eyes roll to the back of your head with thoughts of whatever concoction of crab Helene would cook up.

“--mine! Why can’t you just leave-”

“--I’ve already decided. I know all about–”

You woke again to the sounds of bickering done by none other than Helene and Asmodeus. Comforted by the walls of your cavern you realize you’d been moved from your spot in the merman’s lap.

You weren’t complaining.

It just meant that before this argument occurred you were returned to your favorite place. An oddly selfless action for the avatar who so usually was focused on himself. No matter.

It was another altercation. A fight they’d usually have.

Thus it was time to go back to sleep.

“I’m not letting you have them!”

“Good thing I wasn’t asking.”

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You awoke to the bobbing of a mer’s movements. Your head pressed against the chest of a merman who was unusually bare. No necklaces or diamonds to poke you as muscular arms tightly held you in place.

Where was this?

“Ah look at you! You’re awake! You sleep so much I never know when you’ll wake up.”

This wasn’t the grotto.

“You probably have never been up this high, always stuck in the dark.” He sneered, “That’s such a Helene thing to do.”

Helene, where was she?

“It might take some getting used to, all this light.”

Where is she?

“But you can do it I believe in you!”

He squeezed in emphasis. Registering the light blue vastness of the world around you, you didn’t have enough freedom to look everywhere though. Unable to maneuver your head to look at Asmodeus’ face directly only getting a view of his well-sculpted neck and Adams's apple barely bobbing as he cooed.

What was that?

“What? Are you looking at those marks? No worries little suction cups don’t hurt that much even when they have fangs.”

You were hungry. Where was Helene?

“I bet you’ll love what I have for you, back home. Hermits, oysters, shrimp! You’ll adore it!”

Helene.

“Ah see we’re coming up on it now.”

Helene.

“So squirmy! But we’ve done this before! Don’t you know i always win?”

Helene.

“Oh right.”

He stopped his swimming, threading his fingers through your tentacles as he flipped you around. Looking straight on at the beauteous avatar of the sea’s face. Smooth with not a single blemish his rosy lips were gleaming a toothy smile.

“We’re never going back to that place again.

A toothy smile with shreds of golden hair, bloodied scraps, and the remnant of mucous membrane. All gone with a swipe of an elongated tongue swiping over his teeth clearing the way for a sea-swooning smile.

“You’ll probably never want crab again.”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere asmodeus #yandere asmodeus x reader #yandere obey me #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obey me: one master to rule them all #moi month #yandere obey me Asmodeus x reader

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crow-n-tell · 1 year

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HELLO AND WELCOOOOME TO!

What kind of jellyfish is sun?

I got some requests about getting a lil layout of what jellyfish types I combined to get him the way I did for moon in this post. It’s not as fun and detailed as moons because, let’s face it: jellyfish are pretty straight forward but!! Here

Phacellophora Camtschatica

aka The Fried Egg Jellyfish.

This is the biggest and most obvious part of Sunny’s design, he‘s an egg boy and I love him for it. But also there’s an interesting bit about the relationship between fried egg jellyfish and larval crabs. See these lil baby crabs?

Yeah so they climb inside fried egg jellyfish and just. RIDE AROUND IN THEIR BELL? Consequences be damned lil dudes chillin in there getting a ride. Which makes this the second time I’ve seen other animals use jellyfish as transportation. Baby octopus, baby crabs, with sun’s size it’s safe to say reader could probably do the same.

Though maybe reader wouldn’t want to do that because the whole reason larval crabs are chilling in their bell is also because jellyfish, while not capable of being infected by parasites cause they… they don’t have the bits that help parasites do the meat suit piloting… are carriers of parasites! They just walk around with em chilling in there. Larval crabs love monchin on em.

Next up is!!

Chrysaora Fuscesscens

aka

Honestly pacific sea nettles don't have many interesting facts about them. What can I say? they are very very long - talking 15 feet long. Other than that there isn't much else to say, I wish I could list something insane off like, OH THEY’VE GOT LAZER EYES. Nope. These guys float around looking like beautiful undersea mushrooms and they need no special skills to do that.

Uh. Yeah it’s not a jellyfish. This specially has to do with Sunny’s electric ability. Maybe you were thinking, oh so he’s like electric eels? (Which actually aren’t eels! They are a type of knife fish) no no, I am a perfectionist! I aim for accuracy and I also aim for the fun of science. While jellyfish cannot actually 🎵 shock you like a electric eel 🎶, jellyfish can SORT OF generate electricity.

Via a green gooey substance in the bells of jellyfish, scientists have discovered that by exposing it to ultraviolet light it produces electrons. Layman's terms? SOLAR POWERED GOO. While jellyfish have not harnessed the solar goo, scientists have actually found a way of using it to make a new form of green electricity!

So while Sun isn't electric the way an electric eel is, he still has a way of using electricity to make him a pretty powerful lil taser. Enough to put something smaller than him in a cardiac arrest, and give something his size or bigger a good reason to scamper off.

SOLAR POWERED SUN!

Which leads to my finishing notes.

While sun uses his zapper stuff quite a bit, he does have a regular sting too. While relatively less lethal than his zapping for bigger creatures, it does function as a paralytic! For smaller creatures it’s Uh…. Its a lil more dangerous. Good thing neoprene is sting proof haha.

And I had something else…

I recently posted a magma with Sunny sleeping.

This is based around the jellyfish that scientist found out sleep, Cassiopeia.

They are usually just chilling like that, bell down. Looking at them like this it really makes you think about how closely related they are to sea anemones huh? Lil freaks.

Sometime soon I’ll post a eclipse version of this, which I’m excited about because I love sharks SO MUCH.

#my art #mermaid au #the daycare attendant #mermaid dca #jellyfish!sun

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tiyoin · 2 months

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Floyd would prob like watching Spongebob.

HAHAHA OMG YES

YES

i can just imagine floyd running into it on day while internet surfing.

at first i think he’s like “…ha” kinda like a ‘oh my god this is so funny but i didn’t expect it to be’

but then time goes on and he def thinks about it, like a LOT. and of course, our poor leech falls victim to the ‘spongebob binge phase’ and just obsessively watches spongebob!!

AND THE FACT THAT IRS SEA THEMED MAKES IT SOOO MUCH BETTER TO EL OH ELL

there’s def a few times he related with some of the scenes too 😭

i can kinda see him as a patrick guy??? or maybe even a spongebob guy🤔 WAIT I THINK HED LIKE SQUIDWARD BECAUSE HE FINDS HIM RELATABLE (in bad moods) AND SCHEMES FUNNY… or maybe even plankton 😳(idk)

tell me or tell me that floyd would fuck with azul by telling him there’s this rival establishment with THEE best burgers ever.

obviously azul is confused because he’s the one and only restaurant / lounge at night raven college. only for floyd to snicker with a ‘not anymore’

and ofc azul is like: take me there!

and floyd is like: mmm no.

but now azul is on the hunt for a place called ‘the crusty crab’ and wants to know if anyone has a ‘krabby patty’ 💀

ofc azul gets laughed out of his socks by others from the sheer desperation of needing to know about this krabby patties ‘secret formula’ 😭😭

*azul slowly merges into plankton*

floyd is HOWLING with laughter as azul comes storming into the monstro, his cold blood turning his once porcelain cheeks aflame with the fires hotter than hell. so hot that it turned him into a blueberry.

“floyd-“

floyd flops a suspicious burger onto and even more suspiciously placed plate dab smack in front of azul. he looked at azul, then to the burger before fixing him a a crooked smile. “heard you were hound’s fer one of these guys.” he pushed the plate closer to him causing a droplet to fall from a red, thin tomato slice.

“is- is that-“

“a krabby patty? yeah.” he shrugs, leaning closer onto the cabinet to watch azul’s mouth drop with disbelief.

he grabs the burger bringing it up to azul, “i managed to get the last one for the day, impressive since they sell out so fast” floyd watched azul attempt to speak, but he just bit into the burger.

he moaned on faux delight. “hmm n it’s so good too.”

“floyd!” azul gasped, attempting to lunge for the burger. on cue floyd stumbled back, fingers loosening their grip in the burgers soft, golden patty.

cinematically, the once unified burger slowly started falling apart as it raced like raindrops to the floor.

with a sad squelch, the lettuce, tomato, pickles- alotta pickles, onions the burger and the most important ingredient. the secret one. all fell to the floor.

azul could only gap in despair as the elusive ‘krabby patty’ now laid ruined on the floor. he was desperate, yes, he first and foremost- he was a gentleman.

“floyd you- you!!”

“relax ‘zul, i’ll just get you ‘nother one”

“how?? because i can’t seem to find this ‘krusty krab’ anywhere! it’s nowhere on campus, no where on sage isle, and nowhere under water!!”

floyd could only laugh. oh my god. how can someone be so smart and yet so dumb at the same time.

“don’t worry,” he sniffed “i know a guy😼”

#oh my god #is azul a little ooc? yes. yes he is.#but! we can’t all be smarties all the time now can we :)#this is the funniest thing i’ve probably written in a while.#😭😭#I STARTED LAUGHING MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGH OUT WRITING THIS AUAHAH #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto

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sillylittlejellyfish · 6 months

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Friends? - Theodore Nott

Warnings: English is not my first language,sorry for any spelling mistakes. Underage drinking,bit of angst, Cormac Mclaggen

Pairing:Theo Nott x fem!reader

Summary: You and Theo have this situationship, where you like each other,but don't know how to say it,so you stay as "friends".

a/n: this is my first imagine,I didn't like it that much,but I hope you guys like it<3

It's not a secret for anyone that you and Theo have something going on between you too, everybody know that you guys like eachother,but when will you two finally realize that your feelings are equivalent?

You were in the Slytherin's common room,there was a party going on, Slytherin won a quidditch game against Gryffindor. Theo was by your side,one hand in your thigh and the other on your waist. Now you're talking with Pansy.

"Did you see Potter's face? It was hilarious" "I know right? Draco really did a good job today" you said as you feel Theo tightening his grip on you.

"Only Draco did a good job,love?" You feel Theo whispering on your ear,"You know you did a good job too, Theo! I'm proud of you" you whispered back and then pansy said"I will get a drink now,bye lovebirds "

Theo starts kissing you at the same time as Pansy go away "I missed you,cara mia" " I missed you too Theo,but you can't just keep doing things like that in public,y'know? We're not a couple,and acting like that will make people think that we're dating"

"And what is the problem in that?" "The problem is that we aren't dating Theo! We're nothing more than friends and you have to put that in your mind" Theo's face gets serious and then he says " Alright then,if you don't want me to do it in public,I won't do it,but I think we should stop this, y'know "

"What do you mean stop this?" "We should stop kissing and etc,y'know,that's not really a thing that 'friends' are supposed to do" "Alright,if that's what you want. I'm going to crab a drink"

[...]

2 weeks passed since you and Theo had that argument,and still you two haven't talked with each other,even your friends thinks this is bullshit and that you two are being stubborn,but you two don't seen to care. You try to show you don't care,but you've been distant of your friend group recently,and at this point,you think everyone in the group already knows what happened between you and Theo, after telling Pansy about,you knew all the group would know about it too.

This days you even avoided eating with them in the lunch, actually, you've been avoiding going to the great hall.

Now you're in potion class,you're sitting with Cedric,your best friend,even if he's a hufflepuff, you've been friends since forever.

"I think you two like each other,but don't admit it,and keep saying 'oh we're friends,and nothing more' and all this shit,but deep inside,you guys know you're made for each other. You haven't been smiling that much,since you two had that argument and in my opinion,you should talk to each other"

"I know Ced,I like him,but we're just friends and I bet he doesn't even think of me that way"

"You're a dummy for thinking like this"

[...]

More weeks passed by,and you still haven't talked with Theo. You're always looking at each other from across the room,but none of you would say a word.

Today it was having another party,but this one was with the all the Hogwarts's houses.

You were with Cedric,but you got thirsty "Ced,I'm going to grab a drink,okay?" "Okay,I'll be here" "Don't worry,you can go to Cho" "Alright,if you need anything,I'll come as fast as I can"

You went to the kitchen,got your drink and when you were going back to where the party was going on, someone stopped you. "Hello there, beautiful" Cormac smiled at you "Uhm.. hi Cormac,do you need something?" "Just thought that maybe we could hang out some time,love" he says as he get closer "I don't want to, Cormac" "Come on beautiful,you know you want me too" he put his hands on your waist "Get off of me, Cormac " "Oh,come on lov-"

"She said to get off of her" "Come on,mate! You haven't even talked in weeks,so don't bother us"

Theo punched him and said "get out of here before I kill you, idiot"

You and Theo watch as Cormac get out of the kitchen "are you okay?" "Yeah,uhm... I think I'm fine,thank you for helping me" you smile at Theo "Anytime... I missed you "

"I missed you too Theo"

"Your smile is beautiful"

You chuckle "Thank you"

"Listen,I love you,okay? There isn't a time at the day that I don't think about you,you're beautiful,not only your the way you look,but your personality too, you're funny,gentle and very sweet to other, which don't match with Slytherin 'mean personality',and that shows that we don't necessarily need to be mean,and I love the way you smile,I love your hair,and I love your eyes,I love everything in you. And say that we're just friends,but I'm catching across the room,always. You're always in my mind,and I don't know if you feel the same way,you probably don't,but I don't see myself without you"

"Theo,I love you too,so so much,I didn't tell you sooner because I thought you didn't feel the same way I did,and I didn't want to finish what we had,because for me,it was better to stay like that,than lose you forever"

"Your not going to lose me,your the most precious thing I have in my life and I will not let you go"

Theo kisses you while pulling you by your waist,he grabs your thighs put you on the counter,while the kiss get more heated as he pulls you closer. You put one hand in his neck and the other under his shirt.

"Wow,looks like you finally spoke to each other again,huh?" Pansy said chuckling

#Trix 🐍#harry potter imagine #draco malfoy #theodore nott #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #slytherin #mattheo riddle #Spotify #harry potter x reader #theodore nott x reader

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royallyprincesslilly · 1 year

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Title: Just Do It {One-Shot}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Cursing, Implied Smut,

Words: 5.6k

Summary: Lewis is practically the dead last to realize his feelings, feelings he’s had from the very beginning of your arrangement that was to be one night, then one afternoon, then just strictly FWB.

Note: Did anyone ask for this? Nope. I couldn’t resist the so damn adorable pictures of him looking so dreamy. Again, I wrote this with the reader from “One Night” in mind. At this point, I think I’ll just create a collection for them. LOL. Think I’ll begin with the rules you will see in this one shot.

As always, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this!

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

The gentle breeze brushed against his face bringing with it the salt of the sea, the garlands of flowers that were strewn nearby, and the subtle scent of steamed lobster, and crabs. It had been an exhausting two weeks, and this was just what his spirit needed. A few feet away his eyes were locked on you as you danced with his niece and nephew. You effortlessly went between swan-like graceful and delicate twirls and dips for his niece then Star Wars-esq light saber swipes in the air to battle his nephew. You made it look easy. He always wondered how it was so easy for you. You had no nieces or nephews of your own and rarely interacted with children. When his niece bent over with one leg lifted behind her you mirrored her, and it was then his nephew saw his opening to attack. "Haagh!” He shoved his invisible imaginary lightsaber at you, but you did some impressive skip-hop turn that had you barely missing his attack to come around and swoop him in your arms then spin around swinging him like a carnival ride. He laughed and screamed while you laughed. His niece giggled, jumping up and down as she announced it was her turn to get the same treatment. You put his nephew down then took her into your arms and did the same thing. She giggled and hooted her enjoyment as you adoringly smiled at her. When you placed her down, she wobbled from the dizziness for a few moments then they were both off chasing you to the shoreline. Once there the three of you splashed water on each other laughing the entire time. It was clear you guys were having the time of your lives. The sigh of a content man fell from his lips. It was a sigh he’d released several times before today and usually always when he was with you watching while you were wrapped up in whatever you were doing. So basically, him being an obsessed stalker. "Oh bloody 'ell just do it already," a voice to his left said. Turning, he found his father's smiling face, a face pretty much identical to his own. "What?" "Just do it already. You know you want to; I know you want to; gracious everyone here knows you want to. So just do it." He crinkled his brow as he took in his father but once again you drew his attention. He smiled as you ran from them both as they teamed up on you trying to catch you. You were so good with them, and it was evident how much they liked you. It was just how he always wanted it between the woman in his life and them. "Earth to Lewis." He shook his head slightly and brought his attention back to his father who now had his stepmother just behind him and his younger brother on his left. "Sorry, what? Do what?" They laughed together leaving him completely confused. "Yeh, I’m lost." He raised his virgin pina colada glass to his lips and took a mouthful as they continued their inside joke. "I'll explain," his brother offered as his fiancé stood behind him. He took a swig of his beer and then spoke. "You and Y/N have been friends for years and everyone knows how great she is..." "I mean yeh, she's awesome,” he confirmed interrupting his brother. He nodded and continued, "Exactly so she is great in general and for you, and over the last I don't know a year and a bit, we've noticed a change in you and even in her." "That's...weird. What change are you talkin’ about? I don't know what you're talking about." "Of course not because you’re oblivious. Men," his sister chimed in joining the group. The women laughed this time while nodding. "Okay, get on with it, yeh. What change are you talking about?" "You're softer," his mother voiced. "More relaxed, the stuff that got to you before don't now," his sister added. "Christ just tell him. You’re acting like a lovesick bloke," his father spit out. Pausing, he tried his best not to look your way. Instead, he raised his glass again and took a long sip. "Uh-huh, there it is,” his sister teased. "You're madly in love with her and she's madly in love with you. So just do it, just ask her to marry you already so we can get some grandkids from you already," his father rushed out. He was fine until he heard the “marry you” and everything after. Coughing up a storm, he tried to get a hold of himself, but it posed a more difficult task than expected. "Is Uncle Lewis ok?" His niece's question was filled with concern. You approached him and placed your hand on his back and rubbed. "Are you okay? Slow down, slow down," you said as you rubbed his back. The action was soothing in more ways than one. The bout of coughing slowed until it stopped, and he was then left trying to take full breaths. "Slow breaths. There you go. What happened?" "Ehm! Mu-mu-must have swallowed too fast," he croaked. You cupped his jaw and looked him over. "You're sure you're okay?" Your thumb gently stroked his cheekbone and just like that he was lost in your touch. The urge to lean into your hand was strong and just as he was about to do just that, four pairs of soft eyes and smiling lips caught his attention. His parents and sister watched with "I knew it" and adoring looks on their faces. Damn it, he thought as he looked back at you. "Yeah, I'm all right. Thanks." He gave you a small smile that you returned before he stepped back giving his attention to his niece and nephew. "I'm all right. I promise. Show me those fancy moves, little ballerina." His niece smiled then began dancing for everyone as they watched with smiles. She loved the attention and had everyone wrapped around her finger. As he watched her he tried to figure out just when you'd started to affect him like this. When had your touch been like soothing and heated hot stones? When had your eyes become such endless pools of stars to him? When did this begin? How did he not even notice? Glancing at you he found you smiling and sipping your drink. He for sure knew it wasn't virgin and had more alcohol than needed in it. You looked so good with the warm glow of the light bathing your skin and thanks to the very lite sheen of sweat you looked iridescent. The long maxi dress you wore that had two deep splits at the thighs fit you perfectly hugging the full globes of your breasts while showing off your tempting curves. God, you were beautiful. Your eyes slipped to him and locked on his. The look you gave him was a mix of something he'd seen plenty of the last year and something completely new, something that made his heart beat faster and his mind wander to other things like a flower-lined path along a white sanded beach with you in a white dress as your long intricate Spanish style veil wafted in the air while you walked to him. At the same time, the two of you flinched as if you'd had the same vision down to the wide smiles on both of your faces. That's crazy he thought, shaking the idea off. You averted your eyes as a confused look washed over your face. Or was it? Was his father right? Were you in love with him?

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-Y/N-

"What the actual fuck was that Y/N?" You stared at yourself in the mirror for a few moments then dipped down to splash cold water on your face. After you caught Lewis' eye on the beach as his niece showed off her dancing skills, the visual you'd unexpectedly had of him standing at the end of a flower-dusted path dressed in beach-appropriate neutral colors while you walked to him atop those flowers in a sexy and chic gown of white, you couldn't get it out of your head. Anytime your eyes met you saw it. When he touched you, you saw it. Even when you were sitting with his family laughing or leisurely gazing out to the darkened sea you saw it. "Where in the hell did that come from?" You stared at yourself as if the answer would come to you in the mirror. You sighed and hung your head. It felt like it came out of left field. Ok, yeah your relationship had drastically changed thanks to your impromptu request for one night of filth and debauchery, a night you were convinced would be enough but wasn't in the least. Yeah, that night opened Pandora's box for the two of you prompting you to establish a friends-with-benefits arrangement with clear stipulated rules for the both of you to adhere to. Rules that over the last year had been broken time and time again. You thought of those rules again. 1) No sleepovers past one night. That rule had been broken 2 weeks after you’d made it when you visited him in Barcelona for a race weekend. A weekend where he had waaaay too much energy and you had waaayyy too little self-control.

2) No personal gifts. Shattered after a month when you woke up to a gorgeous diamond tennis bracelet resting between your breasts after a night of sinful indulgences with one another's bodies. He’d said it was just something he picked up but he thought of you when he saw it. 3) No dates or date-like things. Yeeted into the stratosphere after a month when a day after you'd gotten that tennis bracelet Lewis surprised you with a rented out restaurant where he cooked you dinner in the kitchen and you ate surrounded by candles until the wee hours of the morning leading you to break the next rule. 4) Only fucking, nothing more. That night the sex felt like more than sex, it was more than fucking. It felt like a transference of self, of energy. The way the two of you stared into each other's eyes as if you never wanted to look in any others spoke of more than fucking. The way he slowed his strokes to take his time with you rather than pounding you into the mattress screamed planting a seed. The way he kissed you and held your hands with your fingers entwined as he passionately and hungrily moaned your name into your ear megatroned yearning and felt like lovemaking. The way held you through the night with your bodies still connected sealed the moment with an air of permanence. Just fucking never stood a chance. 5) No intermingling lives. Kicked down so many times in so many ways. You spent Christmas with him and his family just 4 months after you'd set the rule. Since then, you hadn't stopped. Your friends were already his friends, he showed up and supported your work events and career every chance he got. He came by to take care of you when you were sick, as did you for him. You’d been intermingled since the very beginning. 6) No possessiveness or jealousy. What a joke. New Year's proved that. Dressed in your sexiest you partied together flirting up a storm and teasing one another until you began getting attention from a futbol star that was also in the building. With every drink he sent your way Lewis got grumpier and grumpier. By the time he'd come over to spit his game, Lewis was downright pissy and didn't care about showing it.

When he interrupted your conversation to bring you a drink, he wrapped his arm around your hip to pull you close and it was there he kept his hand. When he left the kiss he gave you on your cheek was practically half on your lips. You found it funny though you knew in any other circumstance you'd have popped off at the mouth for the display. That night the way he pounded you into the mattress confirmed it all, he was trying to stake a claim. 7) No more than 5 hookups a month. Laughable. It only took 3 months for both of you to lock the door on that rule. In the beginning, though you found yourself wanting him more often than not. However, you controlled and distracted yourself to keep to that no more than 5 times rule. However, around the 3rd month, you found yourself with more free time than you expected and that was your first flight out to see him for dick, which he was overjoyed about. Since the first time was so easy, you found yourself flying out for dick appointments often and was even shocked when he granted you time out of his normally jam-packed schedule to fly out to you for the same appointments. 8) No unplanned visits or expectations He'd broken that when he came by your place after flying back home. It was a night you were entertaining some business associates. He'd apologized about it and felt bad, but his presence probably made it easier to get what you wanted from the bunch. They were so starstruck it was hilarious. That night you didn't even have sex you stayed up talking easily breaking the next rule. 9) No intimacy. The major break happened with you after he'd had a struggle-filled week in a new season, and you'd dropped all your plans to cook his favorite dish and go over to his place to distract him and comfort him. You ended up letting more than enough intimate words slip as you let him rough you up. He called you his true peace and you silently agreed he was that for you as well. 9 rules that never stood a chance from jump. 9 rules that as you stared at yourself in the mirror you deduced paved the way for that visual to infiltrate your mind. A thought gripped you then, a thought that stole your breath. "Am I...have I...do I?" You couldn't even finish the sentence out loud without your heart racing. "Oh god." Had you broken the 10th rule too? Your eyes were wide with horror. "Everything okay, Y/N?" You saw Lewis' sister standing behind you through the mirror. You did your best to cover everything you were thinking and feeling. "Yeah! Ehm, sorry. I mean yes, I'm fine. I'll be right out." She smiled then nodded and turned to make her way out. A few seconds passed and she came right back. "Okay, you don't look all right. Wanna talk about it?" Again, you stared at yourself. Did you? Could you to his sister though? "Um...uh..." "I'm a good listener," she coaxed coming to sit on the sink counter. You turned off the water then slowly dried your hands. "It's nothing really just... thinking." "About Lewis?" "What?" You nervously giggled while fanning her off, "Nuh-uh, no." She laughed and shook her head. "Wow. They say opposites attract but you two are just alike except one is a man the other a gorgeous woman." "What does that mean?" "It means neither of you seem to know what you have while you have it." "What do we have?" "You tell me,” she coaxed. "Nothing. We have nothing. We're friends." "Just friends?" "Pretty much," you answered. The look on her face said she didn’t believe not one bit of that. Shit, you were pretty disbelieving right now too. She sighed exaggeratedly then spoke, "You look at each other too long and too deep to be just friends. Why are you the only friend here? No Miles, no Daniel, no Andrew, or your other mutual friends. Just you. Why have you been around my children regularly? He is protective of them and doesn't allow anyone he doesn't consider family around them. Why have you been to Christmas, Easter, family BBQs, trips, and bday parties? Why have you been up and down the paddocks? Why is your nickname around the team the queen of the paddock? Why does he seem like less of a stubborn ass lately? Why can he now easily change his schedule and fit time in for R&R when before he was a workaholic? Why has he turned down attention from any and all other women that aren't you?" You began to panic and worked overtime to keep it in. You turned back to the mirror and took several slow breaths. She hopped off the counter then put her hand on your shoulder. "I doubt you've ever been just friends and I doubt you will ever be just his friend." She walked out of the bathroom leaving you standing there practically quaking. You felt as if she'd pulled the pin out of a grenade, left it on the counter then escaped leaving you to deal with whatever happened next. "Holy fuck." By the time you got a hold of yourself and made it back to the ladies, you felt more composed. You sat, listened, talked, and laughed with them for a while longer and enjoyed their company. It was always nice being with them. They were sweet and kind and always made you feel like part of the family no matter what. After another hour or two, you said your good nights and walked through the villa that Lewis had rented toward your bedroom. Halfway there you paused, it was also a room you shared with Lewis. Since you arrived there had never been a discussion or assumption that you'd sleep anywhere else. You could have kicked yourself in your own ass at this point. "Seriously Y/N" You continued on your way while distracting yourself with the view. The house was quiet, telling you everyone was most likely asleep or getting ready to be. You wondered if he was already asleep. When you walked into the bedroom you found the bed empty and not turned down. Approaching the window, you saw him sitting by himself with his phone in hand. You assumed he was doing a little work before bed. Deciding to give him some time, you went to take a shower. You took your time leisurely washing yourself and your hair while your mind drifted trying to understand what was happening. Yes, you'd felt like things had shifted but you hadn't dwelled on it enough to decipher what had shifted or why. You'd put everything in a box and put the box way out if reach. Now that box was overturned, and you had to sift through it. You saw everything in a new light and found yourself picking apart actions, conversations, looks, touches--everything. By the time you came out of the shower nearly an hour had passed, and Lewis was still on the beach. After pulling on your robe and wellies you walked out onto the balcony and took the stairs that led to the beach. The closer you got you could see he was still on his phone. Shaking your head. you came up on him and slipped right onto his lap. Without needing to be told or reminded, his hands slipped around your waist as if on instinct. "Woah," he mumbled. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" He smiled softly then closed an eye as he faux calculated. "Uh...1am" "Close to 3. What in the world are you doing?" "Nothing just enjoying this," he said motioning his head around. "It is nice, but I don't believe you. Which big booty Judy caught your attention on IG?" You took up his discarded phone making note that he wasn’t stopping you or hurrying to hide something. When you looked down you found a picture of the two of you that you hadn't seen before. You both were asleep on the beach. You were lying on your back which Lewis laid on your stomach with one of his legs thrown across both of yours. His arms were wrapped around you hugging you to him while your hand was in one of his, fingers laced. It looked so domestic, so natural. "Who took this?" "My mum. She sent it to me." You stared at it a little longer taking extra notice of the feeling of calm within you. Clearing your throat, you plopped his phone onto the table behind you then wrapped your arms around his neck. "What're you thinking?" "That nothing says you're part of the fam more than sneak shots." He snorted then stared at you. "Is that okay with you?" "What? Sneak shots?" "Being part of the family." You stared and thought about your answer. "Sure. You know your family is great." He nodded slowly. "Why you're not okay with it? Want me back in my lane asap?" "No. I'm actually more than okay with it. I've been sitting here thinking a lot about the last year and you and me. I know that we made an agreement and set rules and agreed not to cross the line." He stopped then sighed, but he didn't continue. "Uh-huh. I hear a but." "Let's take a walk." He stood with you in his arms but then let you slide down his body. The two of you walked down the beach hand in hand enjoying the quiet crash of the waves onto the shore and the warm breeze. Five or so minutes of silence passed before Lewis spoke again. "Do you realize we've broken every rule we established?" You sighed, "Yep. All but--one." He stopped but you continued to walk until he pulled you back to him. Your body collided with his and eyes locked. "Which one is that?" "Uh—well--ya’ know--not to fall in love." Lewis' hands slipped to your waist. "I'm afraid I broke that one," Lewis slowly said. Somehow your face remained expression free. Somehow your internal panic didn't rise to the surface. Somehow your poker face was immaculate when you were steadily freaking out. "I fell in love with you, Y/N. I--I don’t know when it happened or even how. I can't even pinpoint a particular day or situation when it did or when I knew it because tonight was the first night I realized it. Tonight, watching you with my niece and nephew I realized I'd fallen head over heels for you and that realization scared me but not because of why I thought it would.”

His eyes were wild and blazing as if he were on fire or felt a searing urgency to get this out.

“It was because me realizing my love for you that is in no way shape or form platonic made me scared you didn't feel the same way. It made me terrified that I'd gone and fucked this up. Fucked us up. I hope to God I didn’t ruin us and how good we are together, but when my father said to just do it already and ask you to marry me so he could get grandkids it hit me all at once like a train barreling into a narrow tunnel.”

His hold on your hands became tighter like he wanted you to really understand what he was saying. You were so lightheaded right now it looked like swirly stars were falling around him. Was it because you were practically holding your breath? Realizing that you took a deep breath that sounded ragged. Your body swayed backward but Lewis was there to steady you.

With a large hand cupping your cheek, the balls of his fingers pressed just behind your ear, a soothing move he’d learned instantly calmed you. You released a slow breath and he continued, “I want that. I have always wanted that but couldn't trust it with anyone, couldn't see it with anyone. I see it with you though. I want that with you.”

Holy shit, you thought, and his fingertips kept pressing.

“I want you to have my last name, I want you wearing my number around the paddock cheering me on, I want your belly to swell because of my child.”

The hand he that was holding yours drifted to your abdomen and gently rubbed making the butterflies there flit around more prominently. Your panic only increased as your body reacted to every single bit of him.

“I want to cuddle in bed together, Christmases, Easter, Thanksgiving, all vacations. I want intimacy, I want unplanned visits and all the expectations, I want possessiveness and even some jealousy, I want more than 5 hookups a month, I want all month every month, I want to intermingle the shit out of our lives, I want dates, so many fucking dates, all the romance you can stand. I want to give you a personal gift every day no matter the occasion, I want so much more than fucking. I want to make love to you every night, every afternoon, every morning for an eternity of sleepovers. And holy fuck I hope you want that too because I don’t think I can let you go. I don't think I have the strength to know you're in the world and we’re not together, that you're not mine." Your panic had turned to complete and utter fucking freaking out. Still, your face must have said otherwise because Lewis did even more as if you weren’t a flight risk and a commitment-phobe that would run screaming down the beach. You were all those things. He then dropped to one knee before you. "I know it's sudden and I know completely out of left field, but I love you Y/N. I'm in love with you and I know for a fact it's been longer than a year since I've felt this way. I know before we started this friends-with-benefits scenario I had always felt something for you something I knew if ever started would never end. I love so many things about you. Even the things that drive me crazy I love, like your flightiness, and your indecisiveness, your stubbornness, your argumentativeness, your ability to keep people and me at arm's length without giving anything away to how you feel or what you think. Even these things I love because they make you so uniquely and perfectly you.”

You were convinced he had to be able to hear your heart pounding over the crash of the waves. The way it thumped inside your chest was so fast, so brutally fast you felt like it was seconds from giving out.

“I love you and I don't want to waste any more time. I don't want to pretend anymore or even act like I feel less than I do or try to make myself feel less. I know I don't have a ring right now and I am so sorry about that. I wish I'd planned this better because you deserve sky writers and fireworks and every extravagant and romantic thing for a proposal, and I swear I will get you the biggest most expensive rock if you say yes. I promise but I have to get these words out for the first and only time in my life. Will you marry me?" Your panic and freakout turned to complete hysteria. You screamed long and loud then slapped your hands to your face like in the Home Alone movie. "Uh." You covered your mouth and kept screaming muffling it, but it was still loud enough to echo over the barren beach. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my fuck! Are you serious? You're not serious. There is no way you're serious!" "I'm dead serious." "Are you drunk? High?" "No. Completely sober." "Oh my god Lewis! What the fuck!” "I know." "Oh my god!” You could not believe this. For some reason, you felt like this was a prank but there was no one around, just the moon as a witness. You turned from him needing a little movement and space. You looked to the ocean and took a few breaths then turned back to him completely restless. "You're for real." "For real, for real." "You're not kidding." "No." "You mean it? You want to get married." "I do." "To me?" "Only you" With panicked and wild eyes, you gripped your head still unable to fathom how you'd gotten here from where you were or how in the world your heart was pounding so hard at the prospect of this future. You were in complete and utter shock and disbelief.

Staring at him kneeling in the sand before you in his black shirt light wash pants, for the first time you allowed the protective walls you had around your heart to fall. You allowed yourself to just feel without thought or worry of if you should. You let your heart speak for the first time in damn near a decade. He was right you'd broken every rule. Every single rule. "We really did break every single rule huh,” you recounted. "We did."

The way he stared at you with his eyes so clear and filled with so much emotion showed he was so open. You could break him or build him up and he knew it and was willingly giving you the authority to do whatever you chose. This man who had so many trust issues who was jaded due to his career and fame and everything that came with it was kneeling before you and giving you this power over him, spilling his heart, and begging for you to catch him and love him in return. God, he was beautiful. "Ask me again." "Will you marry me Y/N? Spend the rest of our lives breaking even more rules with me. Please." You didn't know you had tears in your eyes until you felt them rolling down your cheek. "Yes," you said barely above the waves. Lewis' eyes widened with disbelief. "What?" "Yes," you repeated, your voice shaky. "Wait. Are you serious?" You nodded. "You're not fucking with me right now?" You shook your head as the tears kept coming. "For real?" You nodded. "For real for real." "You're not drunk, or high right now are you because that would suck to wake up tomorrow with you not remembering this." "I'm sober." "You mean it? You want to get married to me?" "Yes." "Y/N--,” he began on a breathy emption filled whisper. "Yes!”

You shouted so loud it echoed around. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Lewis lit up, then leaped to his feet to pull you into his arms. "Oh my god,” he croaked out before his lips crashed to yours. The kiss was wild and frenzied as his lips and tongue devoured yours. When he pulled you back to look into your eyes, you saw the glisten in them.

"You want this?" "Yes." "You feel the same?"

Your yes wasn’t enough, he needed the words, craved them. "I do. I love you, Lewis. I'm in love with you." It took a few moments of him searching your eyes for your words to sink in and when they did, his smile was so freaking adorable you wanted to melt. Your lips met and began a passionate kiss but then you heard loud cheering behind you. Both of you turned and found his whole family standing out back by the pool watching, clapping, and cheering. Your eyes bugged as the realization hit you that you probably had seen. Lewis cupped his mouth and hollered out, "I did it! She said yes!’ They cheered louder and you laughed burying your face in his chest trying to disappear. However, he held you close not allowing you to miss one second of his family’s happiness and excitement. "Just engaged sex here we come," Lewis lowly sing-songed. Snorting, you corrected him, "I told you we are not having sex anywhere near your family. Ever." Lewis pulled you flush against him lacing his hand behind your back, so you were trapped with no other choice than to feel his growing need press against your belly, "Come on, it's a special occasion." Momentarily you got lost in the feel of him but quickly cleared your throat and shook your head, "Nope." "We have orders from my dad to give him grandkids. How am I to make that happen if I can't even put them in you?" You snorted again, "I'm sure he is not expecting kids 9 months from now." "Hey, dad!” ”Yeh?" "When do you want them grandkids?" "Asap!” Your jaw dropped as embarrassment filled you. You tried to pull away from him so you could hide behind him, but Lewis would not allow it. "Oh my god." Lewis laughed, dipped down then threw you over his shoulder and ran down the beach. You knew he would try every seduction method in his repertoire and then some to make you change your mind and you knew you would only be able to hold yourself back for so long before you were begging him to fill you up like a gas tank. You had every intention of making him work for it tonight. He had to know now what he was in store for in this eternity he wanted with you. After all, what was one more broken rule to start a lifetime together?

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hypostatic-oath · 7 months

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I'm so happy you like my ask (this is long overdue).

I bet that the people of Fontaine are very happy because i have been doing nothing but hanging out with the Melusine instead of doing the archon quest(though that will eventually come to an end soon). I also bet that new laws/regulations are being proposed because the amount of wacky stuffs the Traveler and their companions is up to all the time. Imagine you just joined the Traveler's team and your first experience is watching a forest watcher beat up some of Fontaine's local legends lmao (and after your recent post, Childe is seething if he learned of this).

Can i be 🚬 anon?(unless you don't do that here)

Named anons? On my blog? Omg I feel honored - of course you can be 🚬 anon! Welcome :D

New laws being proposed because of the traveler is amazing. It has the same vibe as that gliding law in Mondstadt about taking off using anemo slimes (yes, it works, no, it is not very useful as far as I know. I don't even remember if you get an achievement), because you KNOW there's a story behind it, someone must have tried it and it must've gone very, very wrong, and the wacky circumstances that lead to the creation of new laws would be hilarious to witness.

However, on a more serious note, Wriothesley and Neuvillette would be grappling with the issue of teleportation - how do you arrest someone who can simply just... leave? It doesn't matter how secure a prison is if a bored entity can just take control of one of the prisoners and whisk them away on a whim? Worse yet, since Wriothesley is officially a Vessel, what would happen if an Overseer decided to take control of him and sign official pardons? New rules in the Fortress of Meropide have been implemented - any orders given by the Duke while he is on the team are automatically overruled unless it can be proven that he is acting of his own accord.

I can only imagine how confusing it feels for the newcomers to suddenly join the team and find themselves in the kind of situations the Traveler faces daily... and for the onlookers, of course. "Oh, I wonder who that newcomer is... such a distingushed gentleman, perhaps he's here on business?" "Guys, not to scare you or anything, but that 'distinguished gentleman' dropped a meteor on a crab." "Oh, yes, that huge crab in the-" "No. A regular crab. On the smaller side, even. He just threw a huge meteor at it - didn't even bat an eye. The crab practically disintegrated." "What the hell."

And for those that don't know their teammates - any of the knights of Favonius being placed on a team with Klee know exactly what she's capable of, but someone less familiar with her is about to be shocked. "What in Celestia's name is the Overseer thinking? This is a child, she'll get hu- oh. Oh no."

On the other hand, imagine being a nun-turned-idol, looking to the side to check who your teammates are, and there's the Raiden Shogun standing there as if it's no big deal. A little bird lands on her fingers. She watches it with a wistful expression as it flies away. You look to the other side and see the Dendro Archon chatting with that kind but often drunk bard as if they're old friends. You find yourself in what looks like a domain but soon realise, with no small amount of dread, that you're in the Abyss. At least you have two Archons beside you... Barbatos help you, the challenge has started and there are more monsters than you thought. You're doing your best to keep all your teammates alive - you wouldn't forgive yourself if you were the indirect cause for the fall of a god. So you sing your song and put the hydro circle around your team, but there's just too many enemies, coming from all sides... And then you hear a faint "ehe", and the specters are pulled into a vortex of wind. The Shogun doesn't even need to pull out her signature move, just the swirl reaction the bard has caused is enough. You see him shoot down one of the things with a single Anemo-infused arrow. It dies immediately. He's dealing damage on par with the two Archons on the team. Just what is this bard capable of? Suddenly those rumors about him being Barbatos are starting to seem a little less nonsensical. Surely, it couldn't be true, right? You have half a mind to ask him about it once the four of you exit the Abyss, but as soon as you find yourself outside and able to regain your breath he just gives you a "whoops, gotta go!" and floats away on a wind current you're pretty sure he just created.

Now that I think of it, it'd be fun to imagine how different team dynamics would work - I'll make a separate post for this, but if you've read this far and want to send in asks with your team comps... 👀

#cube.answers #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin au #sagau overseer #🚬 anon

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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A Movie I've Seen Before

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Pogue!Reader

Summary: Every time JJ and Y/n have had any feelings for each other, it's never been reciprocated. Until it is.

Warnings: Heartbreaking angst, unrequited love, happy ending tho.

Word Count: 2.3k

Song: "Ceilings" by Lizzy McAlpine

A/n: I love this fic, it's based off of a dream I had and it really just stuck with me.

Lying to my best friend has to be up there on the top ten list of things that I don't like doing.

He's the moth to my flame, my other half, the person who I text first thing in the morning and the last person I text at night, the person I call when something good or bad happens. He was everything I thought about for a long time but in a way that spans outside of the box of our relationship and it's my out of box thinking that led me to inevitable heart break.

When I first realized I had feelings for him, I knew he didn't share the same feelings back, chasing after Kie like she was his flame now, attention shifting from me to her in the blink of an eye, like I didn't even matter. She became his phone call, the person he waited to see for days, the one he smiled for- he didn't smile for me much anymore.

She was beautiful, soft, dark, smooth skin, beautiful eyes, a smile that lights up a dark room, dark like JJ's mind. She was perfect for him if you think about it, they grew up together, they loved one another like lovers, protected each other like siblings and cared for one another like best friends.

I told him, one night when we were having a bonfire and the rest of them had gone to sleep. I remember leaning over to him, asking him if I could tell him something and he said that I could tell him anything.

He wasn't surprised- I mean, his brows lifted a bit and his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but for a moment he just looked at me softly and then he turned to Kie who was sleeping soundly on his lap. That's when he muttered one sentence that I don't think my dignity will ever recover from.

"I can't love you back just because you want me to."

Our friendship and relationship slowly became their relationship and I stayed behind, floating in the wake of their laughter, still hanging onto every glance JJ threw my way and every time my name escaped his lips.

I dated people here and there, distracted myself and kept myself busy with bodies in my bed- bodies that weren't JJ, the person I actually wanted. They were fill-in's and they knew it, they knew that all they meant to me was just to be taken advantage of and disregarded like I was.

I thought there was no one out there that would make me feel what JJ made me feel for him, even if my feelings for JJ were unpredictable and unplanned.

Until I met Nathan.

He was nice enough, kind, dark eyes, subtle with his attraction. He got all of my attention of of JJ in the ways that I needed but almost in a healthy way. I wanted to be with him, I wanted to stop pining after JJ and I didn't worry so much about what JJ thought of me anymore.

But it still wasn't right.

"You guys are awfully cozy." JJ mutters, bobbing up and down with the waves as I stare up at stars that are slowly coming into view as the sun sets along the horizon of the water.

"Yeah, he's great." I smile softly, looking out at the beach to see Nathan and Pope running around, chasing crabs. I giggle to myself before craning my neck to look over at JJ, his sad eyes trained on me as I float on top of the water.

A silence falls over the water, nothing but gentle splashing as waves hits us, but it's not completely comfortable. There's a tension in the air around us, like JJ wants to desperately say something, lips parted and eyes trained on me but before I can ask him to say anything, he speaks.

"Do you remember a few moths ago when you told me that you were in love with me?" His question makes me freeze, the air in my lungs sucked from my chest as I tilt my head to look over at him, a puppy-love, sad look on his face.

"Oh you mean when my pride was mortally wounded?" I ask with a nervous laugh, trying to loosen the tension but based on the look on his face, he's being completely and utterly serious. He's typically so playful, so high and loving life, I rarely see him like this.

It's scary.

"Yeah that." He swims towards me, moving to float beside me, hand brushing against my own as I freeze, looking over at him with wide eyes.

"What about it?" I ask.

"I've just been thinking since Kie and I have broken up-" He starts but I scoff almost immediately, eyes turning to slits as I begin to grasp where this conversation is turning.

"Oh, so I'm your second choice?" I ask, moving so I'm no longer floating on my back, immediately swimming a bit away from him to put some distance between us and he mirrors me, treading water from about three feet away.

"What- Christ, no." He sighs painfully, brows tugging together in a confused look but for the life of me I can't understand why he's the one who's hurting. He hurt me.

"JJ, I'm in a relationship." I spit but don't argue when he swims closer to me and I look up at the beach to find no one there. They must've gone up to the house when I wasn't looking, leaving JJ and I behind in the ocean, all alone.

"I know, I can't fucking stand it." His voice has this painful pleading tone to it and I can feel my chest squeezing my lungs, my eyes filling with tears at his heartbroken expression.

"How do you think I felt when you were with Kie?" I ask as if this is the most ridiculous question to have ever been asked and it is. He knows how much pain I was in following that night, I refused to look at him for weeks out of pure embarrassment.

"Heartbroken, disgusted, pathetically in love?" He asks, reaching out to me, taking my hands in his as I allow him to pull me flush against him, lifting my arms over his shoulders and I do what he wants me to, consumed with guilt.

"JJ..." I whisper, shivering at the feeling of his body pressed so firmly against mine, the water can't slip between us, he tucks his face into the crook of my neck, hugging me tightly, fingers gripping into my waist as I feel tears rise to my eyes.

"I can't look at you anymore. I just want to be with you. I'm so sorry I did this to you but I can't let it go. I haven't let it go since you told me." He admits with a heavy heart, strong arms only tightening around me and my own arms slack around his neck, the feeling of needing him close to me for so many months slipping away from me as reality sets it.

"I'm happy." I whine, salty tears streaming down my cheeks to mix with the waves splashing up onto my neck as he leans away from me, nose only inches away from mine as his eyes flicker down to my lips.

"You're not. I know you're not." He shakes his head in denial and it only makes me cry harder, chest rumbling in sobs against his body. He frees one of his hands, reaching up to cup my cheek to soothe me but it only makes it worse.

"I am." I nod, reaching up to push his hand away from my cheek as his nose brushes against mine, lips only centimeters away from mine. I can practically taste him as his tongue sweeps out to wet his lips. "I have to be."

"I want you." He begs but I'm pushing him away from me before I do something I regret, something my deep subconscious has been waiting for since I was 15 years old.

"JJ please don't do this to me right now. I won't survive it."

No matter how I tried to escape him, he's the end of every road I turn down. He's always there, supporting me, loving me from the behind the scenes, not caring that I continued to date Nathan for nearly seven months after that day in the ocean.

Until I couldn't deal with it anymore. So today, I made the decision to break up with him, on our one year, which also happens to be JJ's birthday.

"What're you doing here?" JJ asks from his door, leaning against the doorframe as rain beats down on my hood, his eyes dark and hooded in the midnight light.

"Happy birthday?" I ask with a small hesitant smile, lifting my hands to hand him the gift that I worked hours on today, crying over the pictures in the photo album that I put together, the photo's spanning over our eighteen years together, from toddlers to teens.

"Thanks." He whispers, stepping back into his house, holding the door open for me and I gulp, brushing by him as I step into the smoke filled, alcohol smelling home. "You didn't have to get me anything." I smile softly but it turns sour when I see his dad passed out on the couch and JJ just leads me back into his room with a protective hand on my back.

"I did anyways, juvie." I tease, watching a small smile stretch across his tired expression at the nickname, his shoulders shrugging in simple acknowledgment.

He opens the gift slowly, pulling the wrapping paper off of the small scrapbook before he pulls the book open, eyes flickering across the pages as he flips through it. There's a sad smile on his lips, sniffles escaping him as he stops at a particular picture of us from summers ago when I first confessed my feelings to him, his fingers brushing across the page before looking up at me with desperate eyes.

"It was easier for me to run, JJ." I sigh, reaching up to rub my hands down my face, feet moving so I can sit beside him, thighs pressed against each other.

"What do you mean?" He asks, still not looking up from the photos as he laughs at a particular picture of us when we were children, tucked in a pool together, arms wrapped around each other.

"You told me that you wouldn't love me just because I wanted you to." My voice cracks and it takes the noise for JJ to put the book to the side, turning his whole body as his hand reaches out to rest on my back, his gaze trying desperately to meet mine.

"Fuck, I know." He whimpers, leaning towards me to tuck his face in the crook of my neck and I allow him to curl into me, my fingers weaving through his hair in an attempt to cover him. "I think about it on the daily, dude- okay?"

"And then I hurt you." I breathe slowly, trying to calm my heart rate, knowing that this conversation could possible end with me breaking my own heart or JJ's.

"Yeah, it fucking sucked." He laughs tearily, drops of salty tears dropping onto my shoulder as I lean back, reaching up to wipe his tears with the sleeve of my sweatshirt and he leans into my touch, blue eyes gazing up at me softly. "I hate watching you with that asshole." He confesses honestly, his voice barely over a whisper.

"Yeah well, it's done now." I scoff, rubbing a hand over my jaw as JJ's eyes flicker back and forth between the ground and my eyes, almost triple checking that I said what I did.

"What?"

"I dumped him an hour ago." I check my watch dramatically and JJ smiles brightly, unable to be sorry for me or Nathan, his own feelings, though selfish, shine through.

"You dumped 'Noble Nathan'?" He scoffs, scooting a bit closer to me and it doesn't go unnoticed by me, a soft blush brushing across my upper cheeks.

"Yes, I told him I couldn't be with him anymore. Goddamn, he was so boring."

"You are way too interesting for him." JJ laughs heartily and leans back on his elbows, head tilting cutely as he gazes up at my though long lashes. "Why'd you do it?" He asks after a few moments, eyes flashing with a hint of worry behind his beautiful blue hues and I feel the pit in my stomach return.

"After everything you've done to me, after everything I've done- you were good to me." I explain with a drawn out sigh, almost as if I'm chasing my breath with every word that leaves me. "I'm sick of wanting more. I'm sick of wanting you."

"You want me?" His face drops but not in disappointment but instead in a look of realization and his spine is straight in a moment, wide eyes flickering back and forth between mine, desperation hidden behind his blue hues.

"I need you, stupid." I giggle, reaching up to cup his cheeks in my hands, seeing the tears line his eyes. "I'm yours."

"I've been yours, dude!" He shoves me playfully before tugging me back into his arms with a loud whoop, pressing playful kisses to my cheeks and forehead. "Well I've just been waiting for you like a fucking idiot, trying to sabotage your relationship, but apparently the Lord was on my side this time." He cheers, cupping my cheeks in his hands, his happy, beaming face causes butterflies to flutter in my stomach. "Is this my awakening? Should I start going to church?" I roll my eyes with a loud laugh, head tipping back.

"Shut up and kiss me."

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Colonels Favorite

(Ps. Sorry if the German is bad!! (I’m doing my best TvT) Sike there’s no smut that’s in the next part SORRYY!!

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You were a new recruit that just dropped in at the base and you dedicated yourself to training hard and long hours to keep your status up. Along the way you managed to make friends with a so called team “141” and “Kortac”; they were pretty intimidating nonetheless but quite kind and reserved. One of the members who was well reserved and really shy was named “König” meaning King. While you were training with one of them member’s from 141,you caught him leaning against the wall watching you it creeped you out a little bit but you didn’t mind. Your sparring partner Gaz was throwing punches left and right,trying to knock you off your balance but you defended yourself each time knocking him down; your foot pressing his chest as he fell to the ground. “Want to give up Garrick?” You laughed a little bit sweat beading your forehead and strands of hair in your face. “Nope we still have time we aren’t over yet” he smirked kicking his leg up from behind yours and sweeping you from under him; now towering over you. “See I’m not giving up”. You searched the room seeing König once again not once leaving the spot with his eyes locked on yours but his body language was different, he looked tense. You averted your eyes as you layed down in defeat breaking hard as you trained just 2 seconds ago. You stood up and walked over to your bag crabbing hot water bottle chugging half the bottle. You didn’t really know König that well,but what you did know if he spent time with Horangi another member from KorTac. You didn’t mind making friends but were y’all gonna stay like that forever..? You walked over to him holding out your hand, “Hi I’m Y/N” the hooded man looked down at you. Jesus was he THIS tall, you felt miniature to him. He slowly rasied his hand to shake yours, “Ah yes! Ich heisse König” he sounded nervous. “Pleasure to meet you! Where are you from, I heard your accent so…” you chuckled. “I’m from Austria and you are from America no?” “Yes,yes I am!”. You looked at him before asking “Not it be rude but why were you staring me down earlier?” He looked down before laughing nervously. “Es tut mid leid I didn’t mean to come of weird…Your physique and moves are very impressive!” you became flustered saying a “thank you”. You both looked at each other for a second before one of y’all spoke up. After some time together you and the colonel spent time together talking about the battles, things to do on y’all’s free time, history and each other. What you didn’t know is the small lingering of a crush you felt for him, you had hoped he reciprocated the same way. You were going to confess to him today. You asked on if the soldiers where you could find König and they told you the directions. So here you were standing at his door almost sweating and super nervous,becuase what if he rejected you and you don’t take rejection that well. It eats you up inside. You knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes before you heard shuffling and the lock of the door turning. The door opened showing the 6’8 man who towered over you. You gulped at the sight of him. “Oh hey y/n what brings you here?” he looked at you with a expression you couldn’t quite understand because of his tactical hood. “Oh I had something I wanted to tell you, may I come in?” You could see his eyes widen. “Oh ja come on in!” He moved out of the way and you came through the door way you saw a tiny table so you sat down him on the opposite side. You cleaned your throat before talking you didn’t wanna scare him. “So König we’ve know each other for a while now and..” he was looking at you so still looking at you every movement just like in the gym when you were training that day. You got more nervous but continued anyways. “And it’s okay you don’t I’ll just live but I like you.. not in a friend way sorta of a romantic way..” you got that off your chest feeling cleared from it. You looked down at your shoes before looking him again, his eyes still remained on yours. “Uh König say something..” you chuckled nervously. “I like you too”

HELP I GOTTA RIGHT PART 2 KMS

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standfucker · 1 year

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The Break

Characters: Kid, Killer

Reader: GN, they/them

Word Count: 7.5k

CW: Gore, graphic description of injury+pain+first aid, hurt/comfort, confessions, highly oblivious reader

Summary: You knew you were bad with feelings, but the fact that it took a severe injury for this to come to light was maybe a little concerning.

Ao3 Link

There had only been two moments in your entire career as a pirate where you didn’t live up to your “Slippery” epithet. The first time was when Eustass Kid had bested you in combat. Rather than killing you, he offered you a place on his crew, which you had accepted–partially in the hopes of becoming stronger, and maybe also because you kind of found him incredibly attractive. That was three years ago.

The second time was right now. The enemy’s weapons consist of giant, metal crab claws, one of which snaps shut around your forearm with the force of an industrial machine before you can shave away. You’re pretty sure the whole battlefield heard the snap. A few things run through your brain in quick succession:

One–that’s going to hurt really, really badly in a second. You only have a short amount of time to counterattack.

Two–this was karma for that conversation in the mess room a few weeks ago, where you taunted the others over your having never broken a bone.

“I grew up on a dairy farm. My bones are like iron. Don’t compare it to the shortbread you all have for a skeleton.”

“You just haven’t battled enough, Slip.”

“Wrong! It’s because no one can catch me. They call me ‘Slippery Y/n’ because I’m too fast.”

“Yeah, yeah. But not fast enough, since you’re with us now!”

“Fuck off!”

Not fast enough indeed. But at least, now, you’re within striking range of the enemy. He doesn’t block in time; your scimitar opens his throat like a cut purse and sends him to his knees, gurgling. Your arm is released and you collapse on the ground, but before you can get back up, the pain hits with an intensity that immediately rips an agonized scream from deep in your lungs.

It’s like your arm’s been doused in gasoline and set on fire. Burning and sharp, sharp, sharp, so overwhelming you’re nauseous. You make the mistake of looking at your arm, and the flash of white sticking through the skin nearly makes you vomit on the spot. Seeing it for what it is somehow makes the pain worse, leaving you breathlessly curling over yourself on instinct, unable to move. Somewhere next to you the body of your enemy thuds onto the ground, dead.

The battle against the opposing crew is almost over. Though it’s not much longer before the last enemy is slain and someone rushes to your side, it feels like an eternity.

“Slip, are you okay?” You hear Hip’s voice before you, high-pitched with concern. It drops once she notices your injury. “Are you–oh. Oh, fuck. Um, guys! Hey, you guys! Slip is really hurt!”

Footsteps, more voices. One by one, crewmates converge around you.

“Oh, ew.”

“Oh, shit, Slip!”

“Slip!”

“Get out of the way!”

That last one would be Kid. You look up in time to see him push past a crewmate, face taught in what seems like anger but you’ve since learned to recognize is worry. Most of his deeper emotions are like that, sitting in the shadow of enmity but easily discernible if you knew him well enough.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asks, unable to assess your full state with you hunched over. The gruesomeness of your injury doesn’t seem to bother him. You shake your head, and relief softens his expression. “Okay. I know it hurts, but you’re gonna live.”

“I can’t get up,” you gasp, breath coming out short.

“Then I’ll carry you to the ship. Doctor’s on standby.” Kid crouches down next to you, flesh hand resting on your good shoulder. “It’s gonna hurt. Sorry in advance, Y/n.”

He’s the only one who doesn’t call you by your nickname. It makes sense, as he’s the one who caught you in the first place–it doesn’t really apply to him.

“It already hurts,” you reply, stupidly inviting more karma. Kid must think the same thing, because he frowns at you.

“Oh, just wait,” he mutters, and scoops you up as carefully as he can. The movement tears fresh hell through your arm, and you shout before you can even think to hold it in.

At least he doesn’t say ‘I told you so.’ It would only be salt in the wound, and you’re already in so much pain you can barely think. The walk back to the ship is its own trial, every step jolting your arm again, even with Kid’s best efforts to move smoothly. You tell yourself to be tough for about three seconds before it goes out the window. Frankly, you don’t deal with it well at all–you’ve never had a strong pain tolerance, it’s partly why you learned to be quick–but you manage not to scream with every step, so that’s something.

It’s a terrible shame that you’ll only remember this as excruciating–under any other circumstance, you would have cherished being held by Kid like this.

You glimpse your injury again, a wave of queasiness rising in your stomach, and press your face into Kid’s shoulder so as not to look. “I’m gonna throw up,” you say weakly.

“Since when does gore bother you?” Kid says under his breath, but you hear it.

“Since it is coming from MY BODY!!” you snarl. For once, Kid pities you enough not to scold you for talking back.

You’re shaking by the time you get to the infirmary. Most of the crew has come out of the battle unscathed, or with only minor injuries. The ship’s doctor is only concerned with you, and getting your bleeding to stop. But to close the rip…

“I have to reset the bones, first,” he says.

That was obvious to anyone with eyes, but you didn’t really think about it until just then. Your guts turn to stone at the thought, heavy and sinking as your heart starts to race. The lightest movement to your body is already enough to make you want to quit life on the spot; you are not prepared, capable, nor willing to see what it would feel like when the bone itself is directly touched.

“You can leave it as-is,” you say, not joking in the slightest, not caring if it sounds cowardly, not even caring that half the crew is surrounding the exam table to hear it.

Kid takes one look at the fear in your eyes and turns to the rest of the crew. “Get out,” he commands. Everyone complies without question, only Killer staying behind, the unspoken exception.

Once the last person closes the door behind them, Kid focuses on you. “Y/n–”

“I can’t do it,” you cut him off, eyes welling up with tears. “I–I don’t want to.”

“Tough,” Kid snaps. “This is what you get for getting caught.”

“Kid,” Killer says, a warning to go easy on you.

It’s not necessary. You can see right through Kid’s harsh exterior. He always gets upset when a crewmate is hurt badly. What he’s really saying is ‘this is what you get for making me worry.’

“No time for discussion,” says the doctor. “I’d like to get this done before any more blood is lost. Hold them down, would you?”

Before you can protest, Kid and Killer secure you in place: Kid’s metal hand presses down on your legs while his flesh one wraps tightly around your good arm, and Killer pins your torso to his from behind.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you cry out quickly, but you can’t budge against them both.

Kid nods at the doctor. “Do it.”

The disinfectant comes first, stealing the breath from your lungs, like acid on your exposed flesh. The doctor gives you no time to process the first action before he moves onto the second–rationally, you know it’s to minimize the amount of time you’ll be in pain, but you are incapable of viewing his actions kindly at the moment. He immediately forces the bones back to where they should be in one firm, expert motion.

The world goes white. Nothing exists anymore except for the pain in your arm, unimaginable and all-consuming. You don’t perceive anything else, blind and deaf to any stimuli that isn’t sheer agony. Later on, you’ll realize that you must have screamed, if the soreness when you speak is any indication, but you don’t remember it.

The intensity eventually wanes enough to restore your senses, though your head is still swimming from the assault. Your sight returns first. Instead of the cold infirmary, your vision is entirely filled by Kid, his face so close you’d be staring into his eyes if they were open. His forehead is pressed to yours, and he’s saying something, but you don’t process it until your hearing comes back a moment later.

“...did good, Y/n, you did good. You’re okay. Easy, you’re okay.”

Kid… you think dimly, followed by, huh. Have I seen him do this with anyone but Killer?

You don’t question it beyond that thought, hanging onto his every word. The closeness abates the hurt, even if just slightly, and you bask in it, taking any mercy you can get. Kid and ‘comfort’ aren’t things that generally go together, but to you–scared, in pain, and maybe just a little bit hopelessly in love with him–it’s everything.

Killer smooths your hair back. His solid chest against your back is grounding, helping you stay present through the haze of misery. You’re suddenly grateful he’s there, too, his presence equally as soothing as Kid’s, the degree to which triggering a new realization: It’s obvious in hindsight, but you’ve never been great at analyzing your own feelings, and as such, it only just dawns on you that you’re down just as bad for the first mate. The revelation would have been panic-inducing if it wasn’t for the pain currently demanding all of your attention.

“They still with us?” Killer asks behind you.

Kid’s eyes open, meeting yours. You’ve never seen them this close before. The irises are an orange-gold, reminding you of smoldering embers. Your breath leaves you once more, but you’re not sure pain is the cause this time. Though it must have left you delirious, because your mouth moves before your brain can catch up.

“You have pretty eyes,” you mumble.

Said pretty eyes widen, Kid pulling back in surprise. He glances at Killer. “...That answer your question?”

Killer hums, gently rubbing your good arm. You go limp, leaning your full weight back against him without shame, hurting too much to care right then. He doesn’t seem to mind, anyway.

There’s a faint tinge of pink on Kid’s face, and he smirks down at you. “Better be careful there, Y/n. You can’t blame what you say on a head injury.”

“Whatever,” you huff, knowing you can get away with being rude without repercussions for now. “I don’t–” your words break into a gasp as the pain in your arm spikes so intensely that spots dot your vision.

Kid’s smirk instantly falls. You try to look at your burning arm, but he turns your head back so you’re watching him instead.

“Don’t look. He’s stitching it now. Keep your eyes on me, okay?”

Another wave of pain has you fighting back a sob, barely able to keep it down. You instinctively go to look again, but Kid keeps your head from turning with a steady hand cupping the side of your face.

“Look at me, Y/n. There you go. Just hold on a bit longer.”

You try to do as he says, focusing on his eyes rather than the current torture, but it’s impossible. “Hurts so bad,” you whimper.

“I know,” Kid says softly. “We’re right here.”

The curved needle hooking through your skin isn’t the problem, nor is the nauseating sensation of the sutures sliding through the layers of flesh. Both, while admittedly sucking hard, are tolerable. The problem is that even as careful as he is, the doctor is still moving your arm with every stitch.

“Almost done,” Killer says, “almost done. You’re doing great.”

Am I really? you want to ask, but you’re currently unable to form anything more coherent than groans and curses.

The final trial is the splint, more unbearable movement to your arm that has you gripping the edge of the exam table so hard your knuckles turn white. Killer takes notice, peeling your hand from the table to hold in his, instead. Despite his hand being twice the size of yours, you’re pretty sure you crush it with the strength of your grip, but he doesn’t complain.

“I’ll apply a proper cast once the swelling goes down,” the doctor says once he’s finally, finally fucking done. “Rest in one of the patient beds and keep your arm above your heart as much as possible. You’re to sleep here until further notice.”

You’re helped into one of the beds, and once the doctor’s applied ice packs to your injury, Kid dismisses him. The three of you are left alone, Kid and Killer pulling up chairs next to the bed. Lying back, you stare blankly at the ceiling, catching your breath, humbled and terrified at the human body’s ability to feel such all-consuming anguish. Adrenaline still courses through your veins, making you jittery and hyper-aware, and you’re sweating, but at least the pain in your arm has simmered down to a dull, throbbing ache. While it still feels like the bones are screaming at you, you can endure it quietly, though it does make your eyes water.

With the diminishing of the pain comes just enough clarity for you to feel utterly and totally disgraceful. You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone on the crew scream like you had, and plenty of them had endured their fair share of awful injuries. So why couldn’t you handle it better? How could you call yourself a pirate after such a display? All of that, and still visibly on the verge of tears now that it was over? You’d be more embarrassed about crying in front of them if you hadn’t just spent the enitre past fifteen minutes acting like a complete bitch.

Kid may have said you couldn’t blame your words on a head injury, but you think the pain alone is enough to make you loopy, because you find yourself laughing shortly at the thought. It’s more of a huff and a grin, really–anything more would jostle your arm.

“Y/n?” Kid asks, concerned.

“It’s just,” you glance at him, then back at the ceiling, smiling ruefully. “I wanted to be tough, if you can believe that. But I couldn’t manage it… Pitiful, right?”

“What are you talking about?” Kid scowls. “That pirate broke your arm and you still killed him.”

“Only because I didn’t feel it right away. It doesn’t count. When push came to shove, I couldn’t handle it at all. I’m a Kid Pirate–I should be tougher. And yet, I…” You blink, and the tears gathered at the corners of your eyes break free, running down your temples. “I didn’t have it in me.”

“Y/n…?”

You look between Kid and Killer. Kid’s worry is evident behind the tension in his face, and while Killer’s expression is hidden, there’s nothing in his body language to suggest he’s upset with you. Your smile wavers, chest getting tight. The next wave of tears has nothing to do with pain.

“Aren’t you ashamed of me?” Your voice cracks, as if you couldn’t be any more pathetic.

“Don’t,” Kid says stiffly. “Don’t do the self-pity thing now. It doesn’t suit you.”

“But I–”

“Look,” Killer says, “everyone’s different, with different tolerances for pain. You don’t need to be unfeeling to be a capable fighter.”

Easy for him to say–Killer had the highest pain tolerance in the crew. Still, you don’t miss the compliment, mentally clinging to it like it could redeem you.

“You think I’m a capable fighter?” you ask, voice small.

“I invited you onto my crew for a reason, okay?” Kid says. “I saw potential. I still see it. You’ve gotten stronger since we first met.” Kid looks away. “...I haven’t once regretted my decision.”

“Oh…” Self-doubt tells you that Kid’s just saying those things to make you feel better, but experience has you discarding the thought. You know him better than that. Kid has always meant what he said, he wouldn’t make such claims lightly. The words are real and sincere, threatening to make you cry harder, but you force it down. He’s never liked dealing with tears.

Kid won’t meet your eye. From your angle on the bed, you can see a blush spread across his cheeks, darker than before. Maybe that’s why he makes to leave, pushing his chair back and getting up, Killer following suit. Or maybe he just means to check on the crew. Regardless, a surge of objection rises in your chest, every bit as selfish and puerile as a child protesting their parents leaving them in daycare.

“You’re going?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

They pause, Kid turning back to you. “Do you want us to stay?”

You don’t look at him when you nod shallowly, ashamed. But you don’t want to hurt alone. Rationally, you know you’re going to be in pain for a long while, and they can’t be at your side the whole time. Still, if they’ll let you, then you’ll be self-centered for just a bit longer.

Kid and Killer sit back down.

“Thanks,” you say quietly. Then, even quieter, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t fucking apologize,” Kid grumbles. “I told you to knock that shit off.”

You swallow a lump in your throat. He could be so rough about it, but there was genuine care behind his refusing to let you wallow in self-pity.

Killer takes your hand. “Is this the first time you’ve been injured like this?” he asks.

You nod.

“Listen... Sometimes, when you’re hurt bad enough physically, it messes with your head, too,” Killer says. “You feel vulnerable and insecure. Helpless, even. So,” he squeezes your hand lightly, “it’s okay if you’re more sensitive than you normally would be. No one's going to hold it against you. You came out of the battle alive. That’s what matters.”

Damn him and his tenderness, you’re trying not to cry. You pull your hand away, lower lip wobbling, and take a shaky breath, holding it down. You glance at Kid. He’s staring hard at your broken arm. Suddenly his ire stops being transparent–just like when you first joined the crew, you’re completely unable to discern what he’s really thinking. All you see is the discontent, so close to disapproval that it makes you uncertain.

“Are you, um,” you say nervously, “are you mad at me?”

“No,” Kid says, but it comes out a bit stiff. “At least, not for the reason you think. I’m proud of you for taking out that pirate. He was twice your size and faster, but you still won.” He taps his nails against his metal hand. “Y/n… When Hip said you were really hurt, I feared the worst. I thought you’d been fatally injured.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” you joke.

“Shut the fuck up!” Kid snaps, glaring. He’s gritting his teeth, eyes hard and angry, but then there’s a break, a crack in his expression. It’s just a glimpse, but for the first time, you see fear behind the fury. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again. Got it? Or I’ll break your other arm.”

Despite the harsh words, emotion swells in your chest, fuzzy and light. You feel yourself tearing up again. “Yes, captain.”

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

You smile slightly. “Yes, captain.”

Kid leans back in his chair, arms crossed, scowl etched deep. You watch as Killer touches Kid’s arm briefly, reassuring. With the worst of the pain behind you comes the presence of mind to start overthinking, and you dive right in: They have each other. It’s clear that they care about you, but it will never be in the way you want.

The ache in your arm seems fitting, a backdrop of physical pain behind the emotional. Liking Kid is stressful enough, but now that you were aware of your feelings for Killer, it was compounded, growing like a chemical reaction into something huge and overwhelming. As a trusted crewmate, you pretty much have front row seats to the small intimacies those two exchange. How are you supposed to go on watching and not be eaten alive by jealousy?

Maybe you should leave. Maybe this was your sign that the good times had run out, and it was time to strike it out solo again. You don’t want to go–crushes aside, you were fond of the crew, having come to see them as family–but could you handle living with Kid and Killer now? The unrequited desire was already burrowing under your skin like a grass seed, threatening to travel and lodge deep into your heart. Cutting ties now would spare you more hurt in the long run.

But first you had to heal from this injury, something better done with the security of a crew protecting you.

Then, unprompted, Killer reaches over to wipe the sweat from your forehead, and you start reconsidering even that notion. If they were going to be gentle the entire recovery period, you were really gonna lose it. The compassion was too close to intimacy, a taste of what you couldn’t have.

"The next few months are gonna blow," you say, the true meaning of the statement masked.

"Just wait until it starts itching under the cast," Killer says lightly.

"Ugh. And I'll hardly be able to move." You grimace. "I'll need help even with basic tasks… You're right, Killer, it does feel helpless."

"It'll be fine," Kid says. "You have us and the crew."

He's still frowning, but you can read him again. Not that you need to with the frankness of his words.

"At least there's a bright side," you smile impishly, "if you're gonna be soft this whole time."

"Watch it," Kid warns, but his lip curls up just a bit. "Don't get used to it."

Too bad for him, you fully intend to abuse your power. It’ll be interesting to see how much you can get away with, and you might as well have some kind of outlet for these awful feelings in the meantime.

“Nah, I’m gonna enjoy it while I can,” you say, “because it’s not gonna happen another time. I’m gonna get even stronger, so I’ll never go through that again.” You wipe away the gathered tears with the back of your hand. “I’m gonna surpass even the shave technique. I’ll be uncatchable.”

Kid and Killer exchange glances–an impressive feat considering Killer’s mask, but that’s just the kind of wavelength they’re on–and then they look at you, Kid wearing one of his rare serious expressions. “I know the last half hour was rough, Y/n. But you won’t get any better as a fighter if fear is your motivator.”

That makes you pout, mostly because you know he’s right. Arguing that it had worked out for this long was pointless, because it really hadn’t. You only survived the fight with Kid years ago because of his whims, and today’s battle had ended in agony. You wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon, but maybe that was better. Maybe a reminder that you weren’t invulnerable was what you needed. So long as you didn’t succumb to fear, like Kid said.

“I guess it wasn’t entirely miserable,” you muse, thinking back to how Kid carried you to the ship. That was a lie–you were hurting far too badly to enjoy the contact–but the thought that it happened still made you kind of happy, in a messed up way. Maybe you were more touch-starved than you thought. “I got to be held. Can’t remember the last time I was that close to someone.”

Kid looks surprised, and then his expression slowly morphs into something smug, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. “If you wanted to be close to me, Y/n, you could have just asked.”

Your cheeks instantly flare hot, caught so off-guard all you can do is stare in dumb shock before you turn your head away. What the hell was he doing? Why would he say that? Now there was an ache in your chest as well as your arm.

“Is that what this was all about?” Kid continues gleefully. “Did you let yourself get hurt so your captain would come take care of you?”

No, no, no. Don’t do this to me. Regardless of what he meant by the teasing, it felt like a weight was sitting over your sternum. And really, he was such a fucking jerk, taking obvious pleasure in your flustered response. Honestly, why did you even like him?

“We’re right here.”

Your brain plays the memory back like a traitor, impressing the reason. Why did he have to be so damned nice to you? Why couldn’t he have been cold or stern or even harsh, like usual? This would have been so much easier if he just told you off for screaming, or called you a pussy or something, but no. He had to hold you and reassure you and now you didn’t know what to do.

“Stop it,” you say, but it comes out small and feeble. This was all too much, especially now. Killer had a point–you were in a delicate way mentally. The walls weren’t up, you couldn’t buffer any of these feelings. “Talk to me like that and I’ll leave.”

Kid pauses. “What do you mean, you’ll leave?”

“I’ll leave the crew.”

“What?!” Kid grabs the arms of his chair, leaning forward like he didn’t hear you right the first time.

“Slip?” Killer questions.

You avoid their eyes. “I can’t–I can’t do this. I can’t be around you if you’re going to be like… like that.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Kid demands.

“Slip, what’s wrong?” Killer asks. “Was it something we said?”

“No! I mean, yes!” you say, tugging at your hair with your good hand. “I mean… I…”

“Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?” Kid says hotly. “What the hell is your problem?”

“I’m in love with you!” you shout. “That’s my fucking problem, Kid!”

Oops. Well. It was out now. Might as well go all-in. You cover your face as you add, “Killer, too. I love you both. I’m sorry.”

The shame settles like rot in your stomach, as nauseating as the physical pain was. There was no taking it back now. You expect shocked silence, or even Kid getting angry.

What you don’t expect is Kid, as casually as if discussing the weather, responding, “Oh. Yeah, I know.”

It takes a minute to process what he said, mentally flipping the words over in an attempt to parse them. Your hand slowly drops from your face, and you fix him with a look that manages to be both pointed and baffled. “...What?”

“I already knew that,” Kid clarifies.

You stare a hole through him. “...What?”

“What exactly are you not getting? I’m telling you I already knew.”

“Fucking excuse me?!” It finally processes, crashing over you like a boiling wave, drenching and searing all at once. “Since when?!”

“Since we met, you idiot.”

Your jaw drops. He had known all this time? For three fucking years? He knew?

“You’re not a subtle person, Y/n,” Kid says, then grins. “You got really, really worked up when I caught you that one time. It wasn’t hard to figure out.”

“You knew?” You look between him and Killer, at a loss. “The entire time?”

“Y/n, the whole crew knows.”

“What?!” You sit up so quickly it jostles your injury, sending a hellish jolt of pain through your arm that makes you hiss.

“Easy,” Killer says, gently pushing your good shoulder to prompt you to lay back.

“Don’t tell me to take it easy!” you snap, but acquiesce, letting him push you back. “What the hell do you mean, you knew… The crew knows… Oh my god…”

“There, there,” Killer says, but you can hear the amusement in his voice.

“Anyway,” Kid says nonchalantly, “you don’t have permission to leave.”

Ordinarily, you would say 'I wasn't aware I needed it,' but you're currently too stunned to reply. All this time. And the crew knows.

What are you to make of that? Kid doesn’t look upset. Killer doesn’t sound upset. They’re fine with your crush? Did such things really not bother them, or did they… No. There was no way. You can't wrap your head around the implications. There was no way. Right? Because if they liked you back, wouldn’t they have said something by now?

You have to find out. Living on this ship with that hanging over you is beyond what you can handle. And with months of recovery ahead of you, now would be as good a time as any to shoot your shot.

But you only get out "Do you–" before your voice catches, the query dying in your throat. You can't say it, can't bring yourself to ask. Something in your head is as broken as your arm, refusing to form the words.

Kid and Killer are listening, waiting for you to continue, but you shake your head. “Never mind.”

The answer to that question would hurt, and you’ve had enough of that for a good, long while. But without it comes the uncertainty, which almost feels worse. Unable to reconcile how you feel and exhausted from the aftermath of the adrenaline, you find you just want to be close to them again. Maybe you’re too much of a coward to ask the crucial question. But you aren’t above taking advantage of your current state to seek out a bit of comfort.

"Back when I was a kid," you say, "and I had to go to the doctor, my guardian would take me to get a treat afterwards. Like ice cream or something."

"Yeah?" Kid says, grinning wide. "Is there something you want from me? What could it possibly be, I wonder?"

Suddenly you're tongue-tied. You didn’t expect him to cotton on so fast, but underestimating Kid was why you had lost to him in the first place three years ago.

When you don't respond, Kid rests his chin on his metal hand, having the gall to look even more smug. "You need to say it out loud, Y/n."

Fucking jerk. Fine. "Um…" you start, fresh heat warming your face, "well, uh… Can I have, uh… A hug…?"

Kid looks surprised at that for some reason, raising a brow. What was he expecting? Still, he rises from his seat, and you sit up in anticipation. This was enough for now. Just to be held, one more time. You could figure out the rest later.

“That’s really all you want?” Kid says, looking at you like he can’t figure you out. He leans over you, towering, your height difference exacerbated with you being seated. “A hug?”

“...Yeah?” you respond hesitantly, unsure of what he means by the question.

Kid regards you for a moment, searching your eyes. Then he smirks. “I’ll do you one better.”

Before you can register the meaning of his words, Kid tilts your chin up, leans in, and presses his lips to yours in a firm and intent kiss.

Suffice to say, your brain promptly short-circuits. For a moment, not a single neuron fires. Then there’s a storm of activity, a thousand different thoughts and feelings screaming all at once. At the same time, a soft sort of tingling spreads throughout your whole body, fluttering and warm, so pleasant that you could cry. And, for just a second, like something out of a fairy tale, you don’t feel any of the pain in your arm. (You can never, ever tell this to Kid–he will hold it over your head for the rest of your life.)

While you’re too shocked to reciprocate, once Kid pulls away, you find yourself leaning forward, chasing the contact. He notices, if his widening smirk is any indication.

“Better than a hug, right?” he says, self-satisfied.

“Um,” you respond cleverly, still bewildered by the action. “Uh… Kid? Do you… Do you like me?”

Kid pinches the bridge of his nose. “Y/n, I literally just kissed you. What the fuck do you think?”

“Wait, shut up. Hold on. Wait.” The fact that Kid doesn’t react to your telling him to shut up is a testament to his going easy on you, and you make a mental note of it for later. “If you liked me back, why didn’t you do anything about it?”

“What are you talking about? I’ve been flirting with you for years!”

Your eyes bug out at him. “You have?”

“For someone who thinks so quickly in battle, it’s amazing how slow you are on the uptake,” Kid says, exasperated. You frown, because rude, but he keeps going. “At first, when you didn’t respond, I thought you weren’t interested. But the way you acted around me and Killer proved otherwise. It was confusing as hell! Then, a few weeks ago, the crew was at a tavern, and you were approached by that bounty hunter–you remember?”

“Yeah… What about him?”

“He started flirting real heavy, and it all went right over your head. It was incredible to watch. I realized then that you weren’t sending me mixed signals on purpose, but that you were really just that fucking oblivious.”

You blink. “He was flirting with me?”

“He bought you a drink!” Kid shouts, throwing his arms out in frustration and nearly knocking over another bed with his metal one. Killer covers his mask over where his mouth would be, as if that would help him suppress a laugh.

“I thought he was trying to sucker me out of information.”

“He was trying to sucker you out of your clothes.”

“Oh… So that’s why you nearly killed him.”

You stare down at your lap as you try to process all the new information. Kid liked you back. Not only that, but he had been attempting to show it pretty much since the beginning. You knew you were bad with feelings, but the fact that it took a severe injury for this to come to light was maybe a little concerning. And what about Killer? He wasn’t nearly as open as Kid, so even if he had been showing similar signs, you would have never picked up on it.

“Does, uh,” you say, looking up at them, “does Killer also…?”

“Yeah,” Kid says, “Killer too, though he never flirted with you over it.”

“I kind of did,” Killer speaks up, “here and there, but I stopped when it seemed like you weren’t into it.”

You think back, trying to recall any times where that might have happened. While Killer seemed outwardly stoic, he was surprisingly affable toward crewmates, so you never thought twice about any lingering touches or supportive words coming from him.

“Um… Wow. I’m sorry,” you say, “I didn’t mean to be confusing. I guess I just never thought it was possible that anyone would like me that way.”

“Why would you think that?” Killer sounds genuinely confused, and you tense, the question dredging up a host of bad memories. That was one traumatic can of worms you didn’t need to open, so you just shrug it off.

“Uh, no reason…”

“You’ve never been in a relationship?” Kid asks.

“Not really,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck. All of this was new territory, the revelation that they were both interested leaving you stumped. “...What do I even do now?”

“Whatever you want.”

You stare at Kid, then glance away, cheeks growing warm in embarrassment before you even say it. “...I want you to kiss me again.”

“You really think you deserve it after all that you’ve put us through?” Kid grins, but despite what he says, he leans right back in to grant your wish.

The second kiss is softer, even tender. Your eyes close as you cup his cheek, and his hand covers yours. That fluttering sensation returns, prickling across your skin like you’ve sunk into a warm bath, enveloping and soothing.

When Kid breaks free this time, you can’t help but look at Killer afterwards, the longing in your expression making your thoughts evident.

“What, I’m not good enough for you?” Kid accuses, but you can tell he’s teasing.

“No,” you say brightly, safe in the knowledge that he won’t retaliate while you’re injured. Or so you thought–Kid pinches your cheek (with his flesh hand, at least,) harder and harder until you apologize. You rub your sore cheek, pouting. “I swear I’m not complaining or anything, but, uh… You don’t want to, Killer?”

Killer turns his head away, quiet for a moment. “...I will… Once you’ve recovered, and the cast comes off.” He looks your way again. “So you have the motivation to heal quickly.”

Later on, when you’ve gotten to know him more intimately, you’ll look back and realize that the ‘motivation’ line was complete bullshit, and that he was just covering up his shyness. But right then, you accept him at his word, though you’re a bit disappointed.

“Sure. Okay.” You lay back in the bed, a smile slowly stretching your lips. “I can live with that.”

Today was a one-two punch in staggering experiences. First you went through the worst physical pain you’d felt yet, then Kid revealed that he and Killer both liked you back. You were ecstatic, of course–but the fact that you never had to go through breaking your arm to learn of it made you more than a little mad at yourself.

“We can talk about all this later,” Kid says. “You need to rest.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kid looks at you sharply, and you get a funny feeling in your gut. Did… Did he like that? What a stuck-up asshole. God, you love him. Which is why you’re going to use that against him later.

“Try and get some sleep, if you can. The next island we’re stopping at has a pharmacy. Once we raid it and restock our medical supplies, you won’t be hurting so much, so just hang on until then. Okay?” Kid touches your cheek.

“Okay,” you reply, trying not to show how giddy the simple action makes you.

But given that he knew of your attraction all this time, he can probably tell anyway.

“I can’t believe you didn’t say anything!” You glare at the crewmates sitting around your bed. The doctor will only let a few people in to see you at a time, so right now, it’s just Heat, Wire, and Quincy, the latter currently signing your cast. “Some nakama you are! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It would have interfered with the betting pool,” Wire says.

“Betting pool?!”

“After a while,” Heat adds, “it just became kind of a social experiment.”

“Betting pool?!” you reiterate.

“Relax,” Quincy says, capping the marker. “If you get worked up, the doc will kick us out.”

“Fine.” You scowl, but relent, shoulders drooping.

“So how’d it go down?” Heat asks. “Did you tell Kid first, or did he tell you?”

“I said it first.”

“Damn,” Wire mutters, fishing a thick wad of cash out of his pocket and passing it to Heat.

Your eyes widen at the blatant exchange. “I will fucking strangle you both!”

“With one hand?” Wire asks, and the three of them burst into laughter.

You throw your medicine bottle at his head.

After months of waiting, you’re eager to finally have the cast off, but a part of you will miss looking at everyone’s signatures. Heat even drew the crew’s jolly roger on it.

“Some pain and stiffness afterwards is normal. Your range of motion will be limited. After months of being immobile, the muscles are weakened,” the doctor explains. “You are to wait one week before any exercise or heavy physical activity with that arm. Understand?”

The moment the cast is removed and the doctor releases you, you go find Killer on the ship.

“Hey, Killer!” You wave at him with your newly-healed arm, though you find the action is more difficult than you expected, just like the doctor said. “Cast is off, big guy. Time to pay up.”

When Killer doesn’t respond right away, you think maybe he’s forgotten what he said months ago. He looks around at the other crewmates on deck, then takes your hand and wordlessly leads you elsewhere.

“Killer?” you ask as you follow, but he remains silent.

Killer takes you all the way to the captain’s cabin, closing the door behind the both of you. Kid is currently there, sitting at his desk and looking over a map, head turning to you as soon as you enter.

“Everything okay?” Kid asks, then, noticing your cast is off, he smirks. “Oh, I see. Went for it first thing, huh, Y/n? You must have really been looking forward to it.”

“Shut up, Kid!” you say, face growing hot.

Kid rises from his seat, coming to stand behind you, and rests his flesh hand on your shoulder, squeezing in threat. “Careful, Y/n. You don’t have that injury to protect you anymore.”

Despite the warning, something about the way he says it, voice low and smooth, makes your stomach knot.

“Alright, alright, fine. Yes, I’ve been looking forward to it, okay? I’ve been thinking about it every day since,” you admit, swallowing. “But, Killer, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Killer is silent once more. You scan him anxiously, trying to get a read on his body language. He seems tense, so it takes you by surprise when he quietly says, “I want to.”

“Oh.”

Killer steps closer, right in front of you, so you’re sandwiched between the captain and first mate. Belatedly, you realize he’ll have to take off his mask, which you didn’t think about before. You’re not sure that even Heat or Wire have seen him without it, and you’re suddenly nervous that you’re violating some boundary by asking him to kiss you.

Then, Kid moves his hand from your shoulder to your face, covering your eyes from behind. You hear a faint noise like rustling hair that must be Killer removing his mask. Unable to see, you can only wait, heart pounding. It feels like forever before you feel his breath on your face, not making contact yet–he’s hesitating. And then, finally, after months of patience, he closes the gap, soft lips capturing your own.

Just like that, all your nerves melt away, fading behind the static that seems to spark through your body. You reach out for Killer blindly, hands landing in his hair before they slide down to hold his face, pulling as if you could draw him even closer. He sighs into your mouth in response, making your knees grow weak.

After far too short a time, Killer pulls away, and your grip on his face tightens in reluctance.

“Wait, wait,” you mumble, “again. Please, I–”

Your protest is muffled by Killer’s mouth closing over yours again, swallowing your words and your sanity all at once. He’s firmer this time, indelicate and needy, large hands grabbing hold of your waist. The little whine that slips out of you is involuntary, and you hear Kid chuckle behind you.

Eventually, Killer breaks away, leaving the both of you stunned and flushed with endorphins.

“You have no idea, Y/n,” Kid whispers into your ear, raising goosebumps on the back of your neck. “How much he’s talked about this.”

“Like you haven’t been talking about them?” Killer says defensively. “The sheer amount of grievances I’ve had to listen to the last few years… Where do I even begin? First, there was–”

“Okay!” Kid cuts him off, uncharacteristically flustered. “I get it.”

You snicker, and Kid immediately wraps his metal hand around your hip, gripping just tightly enough so as not to be painful, but still securely enough so that you’re trapped in place. It’s huge in comparison to you, the pinky sinking into your thigh while the index presses into your stomach. You gasp, going rigid, the position intimately familiar–this was the exact way that Kid had caught you three years ago.

“You know, Y/n,” Kid says, his tone soft with warning, “you’ve been a real piece of work these last few months. Smart-mouthed. Insolent. Talking back to me. Thinking you were so safe because of your injury.” He’s speaking into your ear again, breath hot on your skin, and your heart starts to race. “I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted, Y/n, because I’ve been keeping track. Every comment, every cheeky little quip, I committed to memory, waiting for this moment. I think it’s time I paid it back. Wouldn’t you agree, Killer?”

“Definitely,” Killer responds without hesitation.

Heat courses through your body, collecting at the apex of your thighs. Still blinded by Kid, you can’t see Killer move, but you feel his rough fingers tracing your throat a moment later.

The third time around, you are perfectly okay with not having lived up to your epithet.

#one piece imagines #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #reader insert #zen writes

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Heya! Sorry for requesting if the request box is closed since I don't really know if it opens and it's my first time requesting! But, after seeing that rivalry between Ninja Cookie and Hero Cookie post, can I request something like that but with Ice Captain and Pirate Cookie (both are really underrated & I love them both!)? Like maybe the reader is just a average sailor who is stuck in a love triangle between the two?

The Greedy or the Honorable (Pirate Cookie vs. Captain Ice Cookie)

You really didn’t know what happened…

You were just sailing on the waters in your little boat, hoping to at least get a glimpse of the rumored Tower of Frozen Waves, you’ve been learning anything you could about this tower amidst the sea and today was the day you’re going to see it with your own eyes, you were even going to photograph it…when you felt a bump against your boat! A pirate ship!

“Avast ye! It be a little dingy next to my ship! Board it and see what ye can find, mateys!”

OH NO. OH NO. You hurry into your small cabin and grab your swashbuckler sword right before your cabin door bursts open to a group of ghost pirates. You pointed your weapon at them, to ur shaking as you did so.

You told them to stay back! You had a weapon and you knew how to use it! This wasn’t your first rodeo with thieves in the sea! Pirate Cookie stood at the front of the group, a grin on his face as he fiddled with his mustache.

“I admire yer courage, lad/lass. But yer still outnumbered, KHAHA!”

He was right…and that’s how you ended up on his ship, packed with his phantom crew mates. The only other passengers were this crab and a another cookie, he mentioned their name was…Sorbet Shark Cookie?

It took a lot of prying, but he got you to talk about your trip to the Tower of Frozen Waves. He’s seen the map when he boarded your ship, you two had the same goal in mind! You can take your photograph and he can take the treasure at the top!

He promises that he won’t hurt you as long as you help him out with what you knew about the tower as well. Don’t be a stranger now, have a glass of juice with him to calm the air!

Sorbet Shark Cookie seems to like you at least, even if you couldn’t understand a word they were saying. You got the message when they took a seat on your lap.

Now that he’s gotten a good look at you, you’re not a bad Cookie to look at all, compared to what he’s seen on these waters that’s for sure! You appreciated his compliments..you guess?

You…asked if he’ll let you go after he’s gotten the treasure.

“Ahh, I’m still thinkin’ about it. Ye could make a great addition to me crew!”

Oh dear.

Suddenly, the door to the cabin bursts open!

“HALT, PIRATE COOKIE!”

“GAH! Captain Ice Cookie! Make a run fer it, mateys!”

You’d probably be out the window if Sorbet Shark Cookie wasn’t clinging to your side the whole way!

Something compelled you to keep Sorbet safe, so you tried to roll with it by lifting them up onto your shoulders! You were just about to reach for the window-

“Stragglers? You two, stop!”

You didn’t know if the events that happened before were going to get worse from here as you and Sorbet are taken aboard this Captain Ice’s ship. It look like a tidier ship at least..you clutched Sorbet close to your side, who was bubbling about something.

They were worried, you were too.

Captain Ice didn’t know what to think of you, you didn’t look like one of Pirate Cookie’s goons, at least more then Sorbet Shark Cookie. Your sailor outfit looks more akin to her own sailors’ uniforms, were you..kidnapped by Pirate Cookie? She had to know.

“Do you know Pirate Cookie?”

Only for the few hours you’ve met him since he pulled you from your ship!

“So you were a hostage..tell me, did he hurt you in any way?”

No, surprisingly enough. He said he wouldn’t if you helped with the treasure at the top of the Tower of Frozen Waves.

“Of course…and what were you doing sailing towards here?”

You were just hoping to catch sight of the tower yourself and hopefully take a picture of it. It was going to look great in your scrapbook you can tell her that!

“If that really is what you’re planning, then you better stick with me. You’re much better off then with Pirate Cookie, he’d toss you aside fast if it meant treasure was in his hands.”

She said this as she planted a hand on your shoulder, a calm expression on her face. You shivered at the touch, were you really safer with Captain Ice?

You swear Captain Ice is watching you like a hawk. Step out onto the deck? She was quick to pull you close to her, advising that it was dangerous to lean over the port side.

She was insistent that you stuck by her at all times, you can’t let your guard down on the water, so count on her to have your back!

You managed to reunite with Sorbet and they’ve brought along someone new, Peppermint Cookie. Captain Ice can’t lie to herself, it was endearing seeing you tend to the two little ones, even if one of them was a pirate.

She’s decided that it was too risky to return you to your ship, so you’re sticking with her until her ship returns to port. Who knows what will happen when a cookie as..delightful as you were is left alone at sea.

And when the Captain Ice and Pirate meet at the tower…

“Y/N Cookie! There ye are! I be worried about-GAH! Captain Ice Cookie!”

Captain Ice gets in front of you, protectively so.

“You’re not getting to them! They told me all about how you kidnapped them from their ship!”

“Ah, ye have it all wrong! I were simply..erm..providing hospitality to a lonely sailor like they there! They and I got along nicely afterwards!”

“They told me you’d keep them hostage until you’ve reached the treasure! That’s what all this is about, then you’ll discard them like they’re nothing!”

“I..I be doin’ nothing of the sort! They help me get the treasure and they be part of me crew!”

“Absolutely not! Pirates like you can’t be trusted! They’re better off with me and my crew!”

Wha…what?! That wasn’t what she said earlier!

“Leave them be! They go with me crew!”

“Never! They’re staying with me!”

“It’s fer the best ye don’t get yer grubby mitts on them!”

“Like yours are any better!”

As they bickered, Sorbet silently nudged you and gave you your camera back. You took a quick snapshot of the tower before you before silently making your way to the stairs to the lower floors.

“YAR! Y/N COOKIE! WHERE YE BE GOING!”

“Y/N COOKIE! STOP!”

THAT WAS YOUR CUE!

You bolted down the tower after giving a brief goodbye to Peppermint and Sorbet, with the two cookies giving chase.

You spotted your boat still tied to Pirate’s. GREAT!

You hopped on, quickly turn around to take a quick snapshot of the tower in all of its glory before you undid the tie and started sailing!

“Y/N COOKIE!”

NOPE. YOU WERE OUT! You turned to the base of the tower as Pirate and Captain Ice watched you from there. You bid them adieu as you sailed off!

“YE THINK YE LOSE ME THAT EASILY?!”

“Y/N COOKIE! GET IN MY SHIP BEFORE HE KIDNAPS YOU AGAIN!”

They were sailing after you, they were GODDAMN SAILING AFTER YOU!

You just wanted a photo for Tree’s sake!

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Drunk Dancin

Elliott (Sdv) X reader

(art from Pinterest)

This was so fun to write I hope you all enjoy! I got kinda lazy towards the end Sorry it's been awhile sense I've had inspo so this might be bad. Also I didn't proof read this shit🤣🖤

It had been a rough day on the farm, the crops were dying due to the change in season, the animals were grumpy even though they had plenty to eat and space to wander, And then to top it off the mines nearly killed me, and now I grumpily stumble to the stardrop saloon.

It's a busy night for the tiny bar. Friday nights are always like that, groups and sad lonely souls gather there to drink, sing, and stumble out sometime past midnight every Friday without fail.

As I make my way inside I see it's still relatively quiet. I walk up to the bar nodding my head to Pam who sits at her usual corner.

“Hey kid you're looking rough, what happened this time?” she asks, turning her head to me with a slight chuckle as she takes a sip of her beer. I look at her with a sigh as I slump over the bar lazily grabbing my drink and sliding it closer to me. “Oh, you know the same old shit. Crops are assholes, and my animals and the creatures in the mines want me dead.” I say lifting my cup to my lips and downing half of my drink before lowering my glass. “It’s been fun,” I say giving her a sarcastic smile.

“Jesus kid you outta slow down there wont be any good tomorrow if you're sloshed,” she says with a grin. I look at her with a raised eyebrow before I can respond. She laughs. “I’m just kidding, the best cure for a shitty day is a drink. If I had any extra cash I would buy you one outta pity but well I'm kinda runnin’ a little short for my tab as is so.. Don’t tell Gus,” she tells me with a wink, I let out a little chuckle. “ Your secrets are safe with me,” I tell her before downing the rest of my drink and calling Gus over for another, which he gladly sells me before I get up from the bar and wander to a table neatly nested in the corner. I sit down and after a few minutes, I see my good friend Leah wander into the saloon collecting her drink from the bar. She wandered to the table next to me. “ well hey their Y/n what are you up to tonight.”She asks as she pulls out her seat to sit down.

I look up at her with a grin holding up my drink. “Girl I’m drinking in hopes I don't wake up tomorrow sober!” I tell her as we both laugh. “ Jeez Y/n what the hell did you do now, don't you tell me you passed out in those mines again!” she jokes with a grin on her face as she takes a sip of her beer.

“Hey now I didn't pass out, but I got too damn close to those rock crabs are the devil.'' I shake my head as I chuckle. “ They keep sneaking up on me and by the time I see one of those things there are 3 more behind me.” I say Leah just laughs “Sounds like you need to buy some armor or something if you gonna keep going down there-” she starts to say before a new voice unintentionally cuts her off.

“Good evening Leah,y/n how are you both tonight?” the person says, looking towards the voice we see Elliott. I was starting to wonder where he was normally earlier. “ hey El where were you? You're a bit later than usual.” I ask the redhead. He just chuckles and takes a seat in between the two tables. “Well, you know how I was having a dry spell of inspiration? Well, I don't know What hit me but today I was able to get 3 chapters done in my novel! I was so caught up in it that I didn't even realize the whole day had run away from me. I feel so alive at the moment!” he tells us excitedly. For the past week, Elliott has been talking about how he had no clue what to write in this book of his, it was kind of sad to see him so upset, but now he's happy and inspired again! Don't get me wrong is amazing, I'm happy for him and even happier that he's so much more enthusiastic and optimistic now, but I just wish he was like this 3 days ago. Because now his joy is feeling a bit suffocating. Or maybe that's just because of my shitty day.

Even so, I sit there and listen to him excitedly explaining some plot twist he wanted to add to a future chapter.

As he speaks I can't help but tune into the music playing from the jukebox. It's decently loud but not enough to give you a headache and the songs playing are mostly from the 70’s and 80's. I guess Gus has decent musical taste! Who knew?

About an hour has passed and our little trio has had our fair share of drinks. We sit there joking around for a little longer before Leah thinks it might be a good idea to pull Elliott and me up to dance. “Leah I don’t know how fuckin to dance??” I slur as she pulls me up. She groans “Come on don't be lame let all just dance! I bet you can do it! Elliott, don't you think they can do it too??” she asks him. Elliott being a little less than drunk more on the tipsy side just laughs.

“ You know I think they can! Go on, go dance, you can do it,” he says, giving me a slight push. Without thinking I grab onto his hand and spin around to face him. “You know what! I’ll go if you come with us.”

Telling him to come with us was the worst thing to say ever.

Cause he was an amazing dancer with a couple of drinks under his belt. And he looked divine doing it. His red suit jacket had been long forgotten on the back of his chair, his long red hair was put up messily in a bun and he was dancing like he should have been on a stage.

He swayed and spun, stumbled once or twice, and laughed with us when we pointed it out to him. It was a beautiful thing to witness, but he didn't take my focus away completely, as Leah and I had been spinning around together, jumping up and down bobbing our heads to the beat as we stumbled and laughed.

As we dance my head starts to spin, dizziness overcoming every aspect of my mind and vision almost knocking me down. But as I stumble, a hand grabs my wrist from behind and spins me around full circle. As I nearly fall forward the person's other hand finds its way to my waist pulling me towards them, my back hits their chest and I hear a laugh. “I can see you've been having fun, you should be more careful, you just never know who you'll stumble into.”

Recognizing the voice, a dopey grin creeps onto my face as I turn my head to look at the culprit.

And just as I guessed it was Elliott standing behind me with an oddly placed smirk on his face. Seeing him sobers me up a little bit in the best way possible.

“ Well now you're the one who grabbed me, I could have stumbled my way into anyone I like. you just happened to be quick about it.” I said with a giggle as I spun around one more to the beat of the song playing. Now facing him as we move around the dancefloor.

“Yes, well. Ah, what can I say i can't think of a good excuse at the moment. I’ve wanted to dance with you for quite some time, And when I saw you had wandered out of Leah's grasp well. I suppose you can call me somewhat of an opportunist.” he says as we both let out a laugh

“ Well, I can’t say I'm complaining that you took that opportunity.” I wink “Nothing against Leah she's quite a good dancer.”

“Better than me?” Elliott says with a joking tone. “Definitely,” I responded with a grin. He places a dramatic hand on his chest as he tries to flip his hair forgetting it's put up at the moment “I’m hurt, I thought I was better than that.” he jokes. A small chuckle escapes me at the gesture before the night goes on and blurs together, not in the sense that I don't remember more like that of a watercolor painting when the colors bleed into one another as we had dancing in a wave of color that turns into something else entirely.

The door of the saloon swung open as we exited, we were one of the last few folks leaving. Leah had left about an hour prior leaving us to our fun, not without saying goodbye first. Waving goodnight to Gus, me and Elliott make our way to the town square. Stopping I turn to him with a tired look “Are you sure you wanna walk me home? It's getting pretty late.'' I asked him. It's not like the walk to the farm is long but for him to walk all the way there and then to the beach is quite the trek even with shortcuts it can take quite a while. “Of course. I'm not gonna let you walk home alone at this hour. It wouldn't be right, especially after the drinks you had earlier.” he tells me with a grin i gaze at him skeptically. Looking him up and down.

Even after the long night he looks surprisingly put together in a semi-messy way, his hair is still put up in that messy bun from earlier but now some more strands are pulled out some of them sticking to his face after the night of dancing, his white dress shirt was wrinkled now and his red coat was lazily thrown over his shoulder. Even so, his posture was still surprisingly straight though he was very slightly hunched over but it was kinda hard to notice. After a few moments, I shrugged my shoulders “Well if you insist.”I told him.

“Oh, I insist” he smiles, turning to the side he offers me his arm. I laugh a bit and take it “Trying to pull the gentlemen card tonight Elliott?” I joke as we make our way past the little garden turning the corner to make our descent down the pathway that leads to my farm. “ I don't need to pull a card. It's just who I am,” he says, his voice a bit smoother than before. Making a little heat rise to my face. I thank the dark shadows of the night for shielding the small details from his view. Damn, that silver tongue of his. I think to myself before I remember to respond “Whatever you say El.” I chuckle looking straight ahead of us. The air is cool as we walk but not uncomfortable in the slightest. It is more of a calming breeze that floats past us picking up the smell of some of the freshly bloomed spring flowers with a slight smell of rain from the previous day. I feel as though I could never tire of the night air, And to admit walking with the man that's haunted my dreams each night just adds that little bit more to it that makes it hard for me to remember that it's real.

“Well, here we are.” I hear Elliott mumble pulling me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even realize we had walked up the steps to my front porch. “ thank you so much, Elliott.'' I smile warmly at him as I release his arm from my hold. “ It was really sweet of you to walk me home tonight. And also thank you for the fun night you and Leah provided me with.” I told him.

“It's always a pleasure, and I would do it again any time any place,” he responds with a nod. a small grin gracing his features. A few moments pass before he decides to speak once more

“ Well I suppose it's getting quite late and I wouldn't want to keep you up too late so I guess I'll be going now,” he says hesitantly. I bow my head with a smile before opening my door a small bit of confidence overcoming me as I get i silly idea

“ Well, it's not that late, how about you come inside for a moment and grab some tea before you go?”

“ that. Would be lovely. As long as you don't mind.” he says taking a step inside my home.

“ I don't mind, I offered,” I responded with a laugh closing the door behind us as I went to heat the kettle. It was a small offer but it was a night neither of us would forget for a long time.

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