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look-at-the-soul · 1 month

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Every little thing you do- Part 1

Tommy Shelby x reader

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✨So first part is finally here!! Please be aware this part is set to happen in different days therefore you’ll see a little divider in the middle… and also! There’s violence. Please note I’m trying to follow the ideas/education from back in the day so it won’t necessary fit for today’s way of seeing things.

Word count: 2,977

Waving her sister goodbye, Y/N headed outside. But to her surprise she found Scott stopping his vehicle.

“Hello sweetheart.” He greeted her with a quick kiss on her lips, she stepped back immediately in case her mother was watching behind the curtains.

“Scott, I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“We’ll I lied and said I felt sick to get out earlier.”

This wasn’t something he’d do, but she listened to his explanation.

“I wanted to see you.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder, her parents were strict.

“You know you’re only invited for lunch and tea on Sundays.”

“I know, I know.” He moved back retrieving something from the car. “Got you these.”

“I love them, thank you.” Y/N pressed the bouquet of flowers against her chest, the fresh aroma invading her, a smile growing in her lips.

“Why don’t you go back inside and put them in water? Then meet me at the bakery around the corner.”

“Where are we going?”

Scott gave her a wide smile that took her breath away. “It’s a surprise, you’ll like it.”

Butterflies got spread all over her stomach, the expectation building. She hurried to the unexpected date.

“Listen, I want to apologize for acting shitty the other day.” Scott announced. “Can you forgive me love?”

Y/N nodded eagerly, pleased by his change of heart.

“It’s alright, just be careful next time.” Y/N suggested as he drove.

“Careful?”

“You shouldn’t have talked Tommy that way.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “There you go again, defending him. This why we fight.”

“No, Scott I don’t want a war between you two all the time, he didn’t like the way you talked to me.”

“Why does he always sticks his bloody nose in our business?”

“It’s not like that.”

“He’s always standing in the middle, I’m sick of getting orders from him, he leaves me the worst jobs just to please himself, he’s got people to do those things. I thought they wanted me to do other things, not to clean horses shit.”

“Scott I can’t interfere in your role among the gang, he already has done more than enough.”

“There it is, you’re defending him instead of being on my side…”

Y/N realized how unintentionally she always put Tommy on a pedestal, her boyfriend was right, feeling like he was belittled. She knew Tommy didn’t like him, and there was a possibility that she wasn’t impartial.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She finally gave in, not wanting to spend their time together fighting.

“That’s my girl.” He stopped the car on the sideway and began to shower her face with soft kisses.

”Do you need anything else?” Lizzie walked around the desk, resting against the bookshelf.

“What happened with the contracts you couldn’t find?” Tommy asked leaning back on his chair.

“Arthur took them by mistake.”

“Keep those locked.” He pointed a finger at her.

“Are you going to Karl’s birthday party?” She tried batting her eyelashes at him, but Tommy wasn’t looking at her.

“Yes, in a minute.”

Lizzie looked down at him again, hoping he’d ask her to join him.

“Heard Ada bought a huge cake.”

Tommy took his briefcase and hummed nonchalantly.

“I wrapped you a present for Karl, take it before you leave.”

She didn’t get a response.

Giving up to her wishes to be invited with the Shelby family, Lizzie shook her head. Collecting the remains of her dignity from the floor.

Tommy followed her with his eyes as she stomped her foot on her way out but dismissed it a few seconds later, not understanding her attitude.

The office was quiet when he crossed it, everyone had headed home already and his family were already in Polly’s house.

This was the first time he left considerably early in a long time. The need to release some stress made him reach for a cigarette. He had a dozen of things to do, a trip to London in the upcoming days, visit one of the fabrics… before he realized, Tommy parked outside Polly’s property.

Karl’s celebration was a rare family gathering. For his brothers birthdays they’d usually went to camp close to the river and drink all night. He wasn’t used to paper decorations and chocolate cake.

A small figure crashed against his legs. “Oh oh.”

Looking down, he found one of John’s kids. Was this Kate? Or Barbara?

“Careful.”

“There you are.” John appeared with a sandwich in his hand. “Go with your siblings.” He instructed his daughter.

“John.” Tommy called him mysteriously, with his hand motioning his brother to step closer. “Wipe your fucking mouth, you’ve got chocolate all over it.”

Stepping into the living room, he joined his family.

“Uncle Tommy!” Karl ran towards him with his arms open.

Tommy rubbed the kid’s back and offered him his present. “Happy birthday Karl.”

“Thank you!”

“Looks like you owe me money Pol.” Ada chuckled as she helped her son open his present.

Tommy looked from his sister to his aunt, studying them.

“Damn it. I thought he wasn’t going to show up.”

“So you made a bet?” He asked in disbelief.

He usually wouldn’t. But when it came to his sister, he made an effort.

“Where’s Y/N?” Polly asked with a frown.

“I sent her the invitation, thought you’d arrive together.” Ada explained staring at her brother.

But Tommy shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen or heard from her.”

“Shit! Pol! Help me out here!” John shouted holding his son James in his arms, he was bleeding and crying. “Smashed his fucking head.”

As Ada rushed to get some clean towels, Polly tried to comfort the child.

Stepping away from the chaos, Tommy leaned against a column to think he actually hadn’t seen Y/N in almost a week. A million thoughts filling his mind, trying to find a reason for her to be distant.

He needed to know if she was alright because she had always been close to the family, she was always considered part of it to all their gatherings; she was there for them at Freddy’s funeral, at John’s wedding…

“Now that we’re here all together, I’ve something to say.” Arthur announced stepping on a chair, oblivious that Esme and Polly were taking care of a bleeding child.

As the room went quiet, Arthur announced he and Linda were expecting a baby.

“Congratulations.” Esme managed to blurr through gritted teeth. “Now help me hold James, because I need to rearrange his arm.”

As Arthur walked past Tommy, his brother patted his arm and mumbled a low congratulations.

But the thought of Y/N not being with them, stuck in his head.

Y/N felt like sleeping on the couch. Her feet were swollen, Lady Winchester lost one of her precious earrings and decided to put everyone in the search until they found it under her vanity hours later.

Oddly her family decided to stay up late apparently as she could see the candles still on. But just as she set one foot inside, her mother pushed her abruptly.

“You’re a dishonorable daughter! We gave you everything!” One of her hands intended to land on her cheek but hit her on her ear instead.

“What happened?”

“Y-your aunt says you’re with a child, she saw you this morning and came to ask me.” Y/N’s mother was furious.

A woman came into view, her sister poking her head from the kitchen as her mother pushed her into the room next to it and closed the door. She demanded Y/N to undress and started touching her breasts.

“She’s with a child.” The elder woman confirmed, her hands still on her breasts.

Y/N’s face got paler by the second. Her mother gave the woman money and asked discretion.

A heavy silence filled the room, Y/N could hear a pin drop if someone threw one. Dizziness swept over her as her palms started to sweat.

“Your father will be so disappointed by you.” Her mother sentenced firmly. “You’re a whore, this sin will follow you from now on.”

Blood went to Y/N’s feet and she had to grab the vanity for support.

“You’ll tell Scott tomorrow and get him to ask your father’s permission to marry you before you start showing.” Y/N could hear her mother’s words as if she was underwater.

“I’ll save him the embarrassment, perhaps you can go to your grandmother’s house and hide there…” she was pacing the room as a maniac, Y/N was starting to process everything, she could hardly breathe.

“I didn’t know I could get pregnant without being married.”

Y/N’s mother laughed sarcastically. “It’s too late for that now, you should’ve waited until you got married!”

“You never told me this could happen.” Y/N felt on the edge of tears.

“I educated you with values, God only knows what you learned from that friend of yours.” Her mother mumbled something else Y/N couldn’t understand. Slowly she sat on the carpet, her skirt pooled around her hips and she finally sobbed. When one day Scott touched her breasts and it felt nice, electricity ran through her body. But he stopped right there. Then after taking her to the river, one of his hands sneaked under her skirt and moved her intimate clothes to the side and her body trembled. A week after that, he was about to start a fight with Tommy, for the night when they arrived after visiting Tommy’s new house. So in an attempt to make up for that fight, he took her to the river again and after kissing her, he told her he wanted to do something else. It had been over a month since she stepped in the middle of Tommy and Scott.

Y/N didn’t know she could feel such pleasure until he introduced himself into her body and she exploded of ecstasy. It felt right, he said he loved her and they went back a few days later.

Scott had said this should be between just the two of them, just as their love. But he never told her she could get pregnant.

Worry kept her up all night. She felt sorry for her poor father.

Covering her face with her hands, Y/N felt the tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

“Scott,” Y/N breathed with relief, all the worry from the past days when she hadn’t been able to reach out soon, forgotten. “I need to talk to you.”

“Y/N… I’ve to rest, haven’t had a decent sleep yet. Can we talk about this another day?” He had been out of the city, busy with God knows what, but this was important for her, for them, for their future.

Y/N studied their surroundings carefully, trying to keep her voice from shaking she placed her hands on his shoulders.

“We’re going to have a child, Scott I’m carrying your baby.” She whispered.

Scott blinked unamused by the news, his nostrils expanding profusely. Y/N wanted to reach out, to throw herself in his arms but as they were outside his house, she had to control herself. Keep her distance with him and behave accordingly.

But when he took a step back, she felt confused.

“I-I’m… this must be a mistake.”

“No, no. There’s a baby growing inside me.” She repeated, keeping her voice down. “We’ll need to figure out about the wedding, it’ll have to be something intimate and soon before it starts showing…”

“I’m not going to marry you.” Scott scoffed. “How can I be sure this child is mine? You could’ve slept with someone else just as you did with me.” He mocked her.

Before she could stop herself, Y/N found her hand flying to his cheek. Her palm tingled after the slap she gave him.

“How could you say something like that?”

“Don’t you ever dare to fucking touch me again!” He snapped. “And as for this little inconvenient… I’m not taking responsibility, you’re on your own.”

He gave her a disgusted look and walked inside his house. Leaving Y/N turned into a crying mess, she was hurt and disappointed by his reaction and terrified of the outcome.

Her mother sent her to talk to Scott to arrange the terms of the wedding and now she just realized he didn’t have her back. But what was worse, he thought she would sleep around like a whore.

Folding her arms, she walked with her head down. Guilt and embarrassment written all over her face. How would she deal with this? How would she tell her mother what Scott just said? She had been so sure she’d be able to hide it from her father by marrying Scott but now she was left in the worst possible way.

She cried uncontrollably feeling defeated, it was now too late to do something, but at the same time she didn’t know how she’d take care and raise a baby by herself.

“Where’s Scott?” Her mother hissed when her daughter appeared in her eyesight.

Y/N couldn’t speak, something heavy made her walk slowly. Her whole world was crashing down and now she’d have to face the consequences.

“He told me he wouldn’t take responsibility for a child who might not be his.” As the words left her mouth, she started crying again.

“Of course he would say that! What did you think Y/N?!” Her mother exploded. “He must think the worst of you now, how easily you have yourself away to him!”

“He told me he loved me!” Managed to shout through her tears and sobs.

Her mother’s hand flew rapidly and hit her hard.

A heavy silence surrounded them. Her cheek was burning from her mother’s slap.

“Leave Y/N!” Her grandmother intervened.

“She deserved that.” Her mother explained, she was beyond angry.

Y/N’s grandmother wrapped an arm around her granddaughter protectively.

“What happened?”

“Tell her, go on… tell your grandmother what you did.”

Y/N kept her head down, she felt like she couldn’t look her grandmother in the eyes. She had failed them terribly, the values and principles they had showed her were thrown through the window.

“No? Well, I’ll tell her myself.” Her mother warned. “Y/N didn’t wait until marriage, she gave herself away like a whore and is now with a child. Couldn’t keep her legs closed.”

“Well we’ll think of something, she won’t start showing right away.”

“There’s nothing to think mother, Scott is out of the picture he didn't accept the responsibility.”

“But he’s as responsible as Y/N.” Her grandmother pointed out thinking this wasn’t fair on Y/N.

“Your granddaughter’s honor is right on the floor, he even suggested the baby isn’t his.”

Y/N saw her mother pacing around the small room, it was making her feel sick.

“And your father arrives tomorrow… should we send her with your sister to Durham?” She pondered the possibilities thinking of her mother’s sibling.

“Absolutely not.” Her grandmother defended.

“Then what? What are we going to do?”

Y/N felt sick and rushed away from them. Her head was pounding, her stomach in a tight knot and her heart shattered into million pieces.

“Ma’am you can’t go in there.” Tommy heard from outside his office, then saw the door swing open.

“Mr. Shelby you’re the only one who can help me.”

Tommy rose to his feet in a second, the worry he found in Y/N’s grandmother raised all the alarms.

“What happened?”

“My son in law is hitting Y/N badly.” Her voice cracked, her hands reached for the sleeve of his suit. “You’ve to help her.”

Tommy took his coat from the rack and rushed to see what was happening.

“John, get Polly and meet me in Y/N’s house.” He demanded.

“I’ll go with them Mr. Shelby.” Y/N’s grandmother expressed, not wanting to make him wait.

Tommy doubted for a second, but with her hand, the elder woman ushered him, so it must be serious. Stepping in Y/N’s house without knocking because he heard her cries and pained screams from outside, but Tommy wasn’t prepared to find what he’d see.

Y/N was in the middle of the living room half her clothes shattered, kneeling on the floor and her upper body leaned over a chair, her back covered by the belt marks and blood.

He felt a rush of anger and disgust through his body. Tommy could practically taste his bile in his mouth, but as Y/N’s father was about to hit her again, he stepped in his way, holding the man’s hand firmly in the air.

“You touch her again, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Stay out of this Shelby, I’m dealing with this whore.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself or you’ll regret it.” Tommy muttered through gritted teeth.

John joined him with a couple of some of their men, they went straight to hold Y/N’s father away from her.

Y/N winced in pain when Tommy tried to help her up.

“This is a family matter!” Y/N’s mother shouted disturbed for the interruption. “You should respect that.”

“Yeah? Just like you’re respecting your daughter?” Tommy snapped, he lost all self control over this injustice.

“She has to deal with the consequences of her acts! Behaved like a whore, gets punished like one.”

Y/N felt her mother’s words like daggers to her heart. She wasn’t sure what felt more hurtful; her father’s hitting her with his belt or her mother’s words.

Tommy felt like throwing up, he apologized when he got Y/N in his arms and she complained from the pain.

“You can’t take her away!” Her mother warned, trying to stop Tommy.

He gave her a warning stare and mumbled; “watch me.”

Part 2

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bby-deerling · 3 months

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law is actually 6'1" and not 6'3", he just wears pointy elf shoes with 2 inch heels

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yrli8 · 9 months

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going through my porn stash hehe nothing to see here 🫣

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cillixn · 5 months

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red-write-hand · 5 months

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Day One: I’ll be home for Christmas: Thomas Shelby

pairing -> thomas shelby x reader

warnings -> tommy being diabetic levels of sweet, talks of pregnancy, tommy and his fairly good voice, mariah Carey, santa baby (sorry y’all)

word count -> 908

A/N: this is absolutely dedicated to @birminghamshelbyboys love you to bits bestie :]

The snow fell slowly, dancing lazily as it sparkled and spiraled. It was like perfection brought down from the heavens. Birmingham was never this perfect. It had its cracks and flaws. It had its imperfections, but from your view, snow covered fields and pine trees caked in the white powder to perfection, there was no better place to be for Christmas than in Birmingham. You pulled the comfortingly warm, knit blanket around your shoulders. It was threadbare but it was yours.

You had forgotten the amount of times you had wrapped Tommy’s sleeping form up when he fell asleep doing work. Whenever you wrapped it around you, cozying up with a book and a mug of hot chocolate, it was almost like he was here. The blanket now was interwoven with his scent, so whenever you close your eyes it was like you could hear his voice in your ear tell you he had gotten home safe and there was no reason to worry about him. He would give such light kisses whenever he came home early, like he was worried you were fragile until a certain hour. His hands would glide and caress you like all he wanted to do was admire you.

That is how some colder nights would end, with him sitting on the counter and him just studying your every movement. Like you were some priceless piece of art that he would cherish until the day he died. In actuality, that is what he thought of you.

The sound of an approaching car brought you out of daydreams and had a smile growing on your face. That meant your husband was home. Your Tommy. The man who loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms and make you feel like the most special woman in the world. The door opened and closed, coming with it a rush of icy wind and a flurry of quiet Romani cursing and a few stray snowflakes.

You padded in your cozy socks towards the kitchen, wanting to make your husband some hot chocolate because you, now don’t get it wrong, you loved him but you were not about to share your hot chocolate. As you clattered around to find all the supplies to make the best hot chocolate for your adoring husband, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you up fast to a large, warm chest.

Taking a deep breath, trying to keep his scent in your nose for as long as possible, you could tell instantly that it was your darling. You leaned into his chest, relaxing completely. You were able to collapse in his chest because you knew he would catch you, he would always catch you, no matter what. You were always the warmest in his arms. Somehow, it was just warmer with him around. Just as fast as the comfort was there, just as quickly slipped away when Tommy went to put on a record. It was a slow, jazzy version of ‘I’ll be home for Christmas.’ Once the Shelby had taken hold of your waist, that’s when you two started to sway, just barely but it was there.

He would plant small, lingering kisses on your jaw, just to make sure that you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Right now, all you wanted to do is curl up in his arms and forget the world existed, forget the world needed the two of you, forget that you needed to live up to any expectations. He whispered soft things into your ear. Things about how much he loves you, how gorgeous you are to him, how delicate you look, how delicious you are. You both swayed slightly as the song continued to play. As the song ended, you gave him a small, tired kiss. A kiss from a woman who was happy to have her darling back safe.

He held her face in his strong hands and looked at her like she was the most beautiful, most precious, most perfect thing in the world. They hadn’t even noticed that something else had started playing. He chuckled and started humming the song. You groaned. You could only take so much Mariah at this point. You switched it and the next song was Santa Baby. Behind you, Tommy started to hum. His voice wasn’t half bad but it was a little too low to reach the high notes. You giggled and turned to face your adoring husband.

Your hands dragged down his chest as you also started to hum along. It was a quiet moment of calm, of peace, of ease, but more importantly passion, love, adoration from both parties. You kissed his nose gently as his palms gently pressed against the small of your back.

Without saying anything, brought one of his hands over to your stomach and gave him a look that spoke of pure joy and love. His cornflower blue eyes started to get a little watery. You two had been trying for months to no avail. Eventually, you both had agreed that it just wasn’t in the cards but now- now everything has changed. He, with all the poise and grace of a prince with his bride, kissed you. It was hard and passionate but it was also soft and sweet. It said “Our hard work has finally paid off” and it said “I love every single member of our little family.” It was perfect. A perfect Christmas Eve.

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mrs-fuckin-shelby · 7 months

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‘Nightmares’

A little h/c Tommy x reader imagine

‘No… no! No, please…’ he muttered in his sleep. The nightmares. The endless fucking nightmares… they always came back. He turned and tossed lightly , but he movements were full of panic and fright.

His muffled cries made their way into your dream, yours was about Tommy and so sweet. You woke up immediately as you heard him and opened your eyes. You sat upright and looked next to you: he was dreaming, and his wasn’t lovely… His jaw was clenched tightly, his hair tousled and damp, his eyes squeezed shut.

The sight was heart-wrenching… ‘Tommy.’ you said gently, he had to wake up but you didn’t want to scare him. ‘So cold… dark.’ He gritted through his teeth. He was talking about the war, about the tunnels. ‘Tommy.’ you said again, ‘Darling, wake up.’

He opened his eyes with a loud cry and looks around, eyes burning with sheer dread and terror. ‘Tommy, hey.’ You said but he wasn’t looking at you, his bright eyes were fixed on the wall. ‘I don’t want to go back!’ he whimpered. ‘Tommy. Hey, look at me.’ you cupped his cheek carefully. Your touch made him realise he was at home, safely in bed with the woman he loved. ‘You’re safe, it was a nightmare. None of it was real.’

His gaze traveled to the wall again, you instinctively took his hand in yours. ‘Look at me, eh? I’m right here.’ you said calmingly. You were surprised at how well you hid the tremble in your voice. He swallowed and lay down, facing you. ‘It’s alright.’ You whispered and swiped a strand of sweat soaked hair from his forehead. His eyes were watery, tears pooling at his long lashes. Your fingers stroked his cheekbone and caressed his face. ‘I’m sorry…’ he said, his voice was broken. He felt ashamed because he wanted to be brave and put his mind to rest, put an end to the night terrors.

‘Hey, don’t. You’re strong and brave. And I’ll always be here, I promise.’

A sigh escaped his lips as you pressed a gently kiss onto his temple. He felt so safe and loved when he was with you. He smiled weakly and brushed your cheek with his fingers. ‘I love you.’ he said softly.

‘I love you too, Tommy Shelby.’ you spoke sweetly. You crawled closer to him and pulled him against you. He rested his head in the crook of your shoulder and fell into a blissful sleep.

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kazemi-archive · 3 months

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Cuffing Season with Zoro

A confession for Cille (@bby-deerling) a friends to lovers story

Where: Outside the Sunny How: Your back had grown numb against the plush ground, the cold seeping through even your warmest clothes. Your eyes were closed lightly as you faced the soft light radiating from the sky. You could feel the snow falling gently on your face, melting almost immediately against the warmth of your skin but bringing you a sense of serenity nonetheless.

A sudden shadow blocked out your light and you found yourself blinking your eyes open, trying to adjust your vision to see who it was. Your lips formed a smile as you took him in. A soft halo of light circled Zoro’s head as he looked down at you. You couldn’t make out his expression at first, the light behind him creating a sort of ethereal glow to his figure. You giggled a little when thinking of him as a sort of angel.

“What are you doing?” The presence of his gruff voice seemed to bring you back to present along with his expression finally coming into sight. Eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, eye squinted down at where you lay surrounded by the snow.

“Relaxing in the snow.” You answer simply, smile decorating your lips as you glance up at your friend, clearly amused by his confusion. “Care to join?”

“Aren’t you cold?” Even as he asks the question, he sinks his body into the snow next to yours, enjoying the way your eyes trace his movements until he lands with a thud next to you.

“Incredibly so.” You laugh as your head instinctually falls to his shoulder, a habit you’d picked up from the many late night watches you’d accompanied him on. Where you’d first become friends, in the silence of the night as you talked and he listened.

He hums his acknowledgement and lets the two of you lapse into a comfortable silence. Your eyes trace the way the freezing waves lap at the side of the Sunny as it bobs on the surface. The dissipation of light is hardly noticeable to either of you until the firelight of a village in the distance begins to come into your sight off to the side.

It isn’t uncommon for these comfortable silences between Zoro and you to be paired with a subtle loss of time. Comfortability was something Zoro supplied you with endlessly, an unspoken tribute to the feelings you had for him. Anyone around the two of you could tell that the only reason Zoro let you as close as he always did was because he felt the same. Yet it stayed unspoken between the two of you.

The darkness enveloping the two of you became impossible to ignore and you sighed as you sat up straight. The last rays of light illuminated your figure as you shuffled slightly away from him, preparing to get up. A soft tug on your wrist caught your attention, keeping you sitting and drawing your eyes back to Zoro.

He stayed staring ahead, eye locked on the bobbing form of the Sunny. “Give it another minute, I have a gift for you.”

Skepticism seized your form, seeping into your expression as you raised an eyebrow at him. “Out here?” You smirked at him as you carefully watched his reaction, catching him rolling his eye. “Roronoa Zoro, secretly a softy?” You teased and he huffed a bit, grumbling as you laughed.

“Should tell them to call it off.”

You were quick to react, grasping his arm quickly. “No, no, no! I wanna know what it is.” A ghost of a smile graces his lips at your reaction and he physically turns you away from him and back towards the ship. You don’t notice it at first, a couple lights blinking on towards the back of the ship before the entire vessel lit up. Multicolored lights flickered awake all at once, pulling a quiet gasp out of your lips as your eyes took in the way that they twinkled in different timings. “You did this?” Your voice was soft, amazed, and his ghost of a smile seemed to spread.

He hoped that you wouldn’t notice the way his cheeks tinged from a quiet embarrassment, or that you’d at least attribute it to the cold. “I mean I pulled some favors with Franky but…” he trailed off, knowing that he couldn’t truly deny that he orchestrated it. He was the only one who had known, the one you’d told. “You mentioned it one night, missing them, I thought you’d enjoy it.”

Your heart softened as you watched him scratch at the back of his neck nervously. One night, one mention that he’d remembered after all this time. You leaned for him on instinct, lips brushing the skin of his cheek. “Thank you.” Your lips moved in a whisper against the skin and you could feel it heat.

He huffed a large breath of air but his stance softened, arm finding your waist as he pulled you closer. “Anything for you.” He mumbled the sentiment into a kiss placed on top of your head before letting the silence settle back around the two of you. The unspoken multiple steps closer to being spoken.

@/zorosprincess says: ‘no copying please ;p’

Cuffing Season Event

#𓇻 Cuffing Season #hi cille !!!#im so so sorry this is so late <//3 #but i hope you enjoy this sweet little thing #he's secretly a huge softy i just know it

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