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the-record · 3 months

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SKINNY DIPPING

SUMMARY: ellie, your perfect high school girlfriend, is back in town after college. what’s one date?

PAIRING: modern!ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: n/a

A/N: i had an idea!!! pls enjoy while i finish the other 3 ellie fics lol

‘ WE’VE BEEN SWIMMIN’ ON THE EDGE OF A CLIFF ’

“oat milk latte for ellie.” your head shoots up hearing the order called off. it couldn’t possibly be her.

your staring at her when she turns around and makes eye contact. a smile forms on her face and she makes her way over to the table you’re at. “hey.”

“hi.” she points at the seat, you nod and she sits down. her eyes flicker away to not fall, but she brings them back to yours instantly. “how are you?”

“good.” she clears her throat, a comfortable smile on her face. “how are you? how’s your family?”

you roll your eyes and let yourself get comfortable. “theyre fine. my mom asked about you the other day.”

she leans back into her chair, one hand on her cup and the other on her thigh. “she did always love me more.” ellie teases. you kick her shin lightly and she hisses in pain.

your jaw drops. “oh stop, that did not hurt!” you watch the pout form on her face and kick her again, a little harder. you hear her whisper something as she grabs her leg. “that, maybe.” she gently kicks you back in retaliation. “so, what are you doing back here?”

she sips her latte before answering. “well i finished school, figured id see who wanted to hire me here before i went looking elsewhere.” you nod as she talks, taking all of her in. your ellie. “what about you? what’s like been like without me?” you know shes teasing but something inside you missed her.

“sunshine, smiles, and rainbows!” you close your laptop and give her your whole attention. “it’s been okay here, weird not seeing you and dina everyday.” she nods in agreement. “i’ve got an internship now, and a job, but not a career yet.”

talking with ellie is easy, it always has been. if she hadn’t gone away for college you might still be together. you take the time to learn everything new. you study the new freckles and a scar on her cheek. her voice is something you could listen to for years and never bore of.

“this was really nice.” ellie says as you pack your bag and she finishes her drink. “is there a chance we could do it again? maybe over dinner?” she leans forward on the table as she asks. “at miller’s?” the name of the restaurant makes you sigh.

you shake your head with a smile. “i dont know, sounds a bit… nostalgic, doesn’t it?” she shrugs and plays with the fingers on one of your hands.

“maybe. but lets do it anyways. it’ll be fun.” those green eyes would be the death of you.

the conversation at dinner came easy, ellie guiding you. it was nice to be back with her, in your own world in the quiet restaurant.

“have you dated anyone?” ellie asks, not exactly wanting to know.

you scoff as you take a sip from your glass. “not really. a couple flings but, nothing serious.” you say as you set down the glass. “you? im sure there were plenty of girls for you in santa barbara.”

“i dated a girl for awhile.” she smiles as you tense up and avoid her face. “broke up with her though.”

you hum. “and why’s that.”

“because she wasn’t you.”

you let out a breath you didnt know you were holding as a smile fights its way on your face. “ellie…” she takes your hand.

“let’s get out of here.” her eyes stare into your soul, convincing you silently.

the smile breaks free and you nod. “okay.”

you pay more attention to ellie than the roads as she drives. studying her profile, the lips you’d missed these past for years.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” your cheeks burn as ellie glances at you but you dont dare look away. its a few more moments before she slows and parks.

you glance around as you unbuckle and notice a familiar house. “dina’s place? weird place for a date.” she rolls her eyes and jumps out, running to get your door. “still quite a gentleman i see.”

“only for you babe.” she takes for you and leads you towards the house, but turns to the backyard rather than the door. you go to protest but she beats you to it. “don’t. just trust me.” she pulls you through the tall gate and into the backyard.

“i was gonna propose the beach, but then i remembered we are in jackson.” she smiled and pulled her top off.

you laugh. “ellie, what the hell are we doing here?”

ellie looks at you like it’s obvious. “we’re here to swim babe, duh?” shes stripping out of her pants now and you grab her arms to stop her.

“you have to be joking!” but she just shakes her head and jumps in, only her bra and underwear on. “i’m not getting in.”

she swims to the edge and reaches for your hands, which you mistakenly give her. “guess i’ll have to pull you in.”

you yell for her to wait but she’s already going, pushing back from the wall and pulling you with her. you pull her close as you come up to the surface.

“ellie!” she laughs and holds you in her arms. “i hate you.”

she shakes her head. “no you don’t.”

“no, i don’t.” its quiet, only the sounds of the water as you stand with her. “kiss me.”

who’s she to say no to that?

“ellie? is that you? angel? what the fuck!”

‘ I’M RESISTANT BUT GOING DOWN WITH THE SHIP ’

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x y/n

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tyunkus · 1 year

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perv

pairing: bf!huening kai x fem!reader summary: maybe kai is more of a pervert than he lets on. maybe you like it.

wc: 2.2k

warnings: reader is fem!bodied and referred to as a girl multiple times!!! dont read if that makes u uncomfy pls! there is also: established relationship, both of you are horny af Thus the references to being a perv and whatnot, making out, LOTS OF BEGGING from both reader n hyuka kinda, dirty talk (praise with elements of degradation n humiliation), pet names (baby, angel, good girl), penetrative, No condom (practice safe sex lovelies), not rly breeding but breeding-adjacent (hyuka comes inside u <3), some stuttering i guess cuz kai is nervous n opening up his sexual horizons but it’s all cute and mushy, kai talks a lot in this he can’t shut up ur pussy’s too perfect babe

note: less plot than amazon wishlist sorry hehe i just wanted to write cutesy kai trying his hand at dirty talk with his perfect sexy gf (you)! i love him so bad guys i tried to portray him as best as possible but i might have failed miserably and if i did you’re allowed to egg my house ALSOOOO kinda rushed and not proofread and unbeta-ed im so sorry the ending SUCKSSSS

ALSO! if you were wondering why it seems familiar i based this ask off of the draft for this

“Can I kiss you?” Kai asks.

He always asks first, even though he knows you will always say yes. And you always feel so fluttery whenever he does, even though you’ve kissed him so many times now his lips feel familiar when they nudge against yours. It usually starts out like this—just the two of you on his bed, straddling his hips as he looks up at you. He says it’s his favorite perspective of you, which you’re not sure you understand. But Kai is always firm in his opinions of you, so you don’t mind.

“Please, please,” you say, and so he does, lips slotting against yours, soft, soft. Kai makes a quiet noise, reaches up to brush away your hair. His hands, so large and warm where he keeps them on your waist, just above your hip.

“So pretty. My pretty baby,” he murmurs, and your heart sings. You bunch your hands up in his shirt, breathe him in. You want to bite him.

“Kai. Kai.”

“Yes? Hm?”

“Please. I want—I want—” The worst part is you can’t even verbalize what you want, either, but you’re squirming and panting on his lap, lips slick with his spit, and there’s honestly not many messages that those movements could possibly allude to other than I want your cock. “I—please, Kai, ah.”

“Gonna make me crazy,” Kai says, voice teetering on a whine. “Your noises. So cute. Want more, pretty? More?”

You kiss him again, drinking in his words, running your hands through his hair. Cute, cute. He’s breathing heavily, nose bumping against your cheek. Hours, you could spend hours just kissing him. Cute. You don’t realize you say it out loud until Kai makes a high noise at the back of his throat.

“Angel—so beautiful—I wanna—ah, can I, please—”

You take his wrist, guide his hand to the waistband of your pajamas. “Can you?” you ask, almost beg, your fingers trembling where they fold around his wrist. “Kai, please, I want you to touch me.”

You trail off when you see Kai’s expression, tentative and unsure. “Baby,” he whispers, tipping you down towards him so he can press a mountain of kisses against the column of your throat. His hand brushes over the hem of your underwear, soothing the divide between skin and bright pink lace. The warmth of his hand ghosts over you, where you ache the most, and you try not to sound too pathetic when you whine. “Baby, baby, shh, you know I want to.”

“Then do it,” you plead, your legs practically shaking with how badly you want it. Need it. You could hate him for not giving it to you. You could, but Kai likes good girls, and that’s what you are. What you want to be.

“Be a good girl,” Kai instructs, gently, his voice wavering still. There it is—Kai’s kinks slipping through the cracks. Finally, after you had to go through all the work to shatter it yourself. He’s still so shy about it, sounding so unsure when he talks dirty to you, but you can tell he finds it hot, with how red his cheeks get. “Not now, baby. Be good for me, don’t you want to be good?”

“Please,” you plead, completely ignoring him, inching the tips of your fingernails up and down his chest, his shoulders, his throat. You lean down until your face is practically buried in his hair, and you can feel his breath hit your tummy, his hands pressing down on your waist. “Kaaaaaiiiiii.”

But he only giggles brightly, face breaking into a smile against your skin. He loves this, gets off on this dynamic—you are normally the one taking the lead, but in here, like this, it’s Kai who gets to play with you the way he wants, coax reactions out of you with every touch. Treat you like a princess, be in charge, because it’s only in bed that he wants to. You can order him around during the daytime as much as you like, as long as he gets to fuck you up the way he wants.

“Want it that bad, sweetheart?” he murmurs, planting a kiss on your tummy. “So bad you’re practically gagging for it, huh? Want something else to gag on?”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Shut up,” you cry, heart fluttering at the way he giggles right after. “Fuck me first, please, I want it so bad.”

Kai coos at you, rubbing his hands along the sides of your thighs. “I know, baby, I know. Let me flip you over, sweetheart, I’ll take care of my cute baby.” And so he does, gently lifting you off of his crotch and letting you land softly on your back; he slides you a glittering smile, then settles his hands between your legs once again. “Want me to finger you first?”

You nod. “Anything, want anything. Please. Just you.”

Kai hums. “Anything? What if I made you get– get off on my thigh, hm? I…” He trails off here, steadies his breath. You can see the way his gaze trails down your body, hungry, wanting. “What if I used one of your cute toys on you, took it away right before you came? Would you… would you still want that?”

“Don’t care, Kai, just want you—you can do anything, anything, please—”

Kai groans and buries his face in your neck, thumbing over your clothed cunt. “F-fuck, baby,” he rumbles against your skin, feeling his fingertips dip inside you, slippery with your wetness. “So worked up over— over just a bit of touching, fuck, what a cute baby. So horny for me, for my cock, right?”

You let out a moan, your hips bucking up to meet his fingers. “Mhm, yes, Kai. Give me, give it to me.”

“Okay, okay, I will.” Kai presses a kiss to your cheek, so unfitting and filthy compared to his fingers rubbing over you. He pulls back slightly to look you in the eye. You can sense the flicker of nervousness underneath. “I’m not gonna last very long. Probably. ’S that okay?”

“That’s fine,” you breathe. “I don’t care. Just… I just want you inside of me.”

“I can do that,” Kai chokes, and you laugh. “Could I– could I fuck you like this?”

“Like what?”

Kai pokes your waist. “Missionary?” he says like it’s an offer, the corners of his lips rising when you squirm. “I want to see your face while I fuck you. You always look so pretty like that.”

Your cheeks heat and you look away. “You’re a perv. But okay, sure.”

“You’re the perv. Got all horny when we we’re just making out.” He presses a wet kiss to your cheek. “What if I had just wanted to kiss you, huh? Just some pure, innocent making out.”

“Sorry. You get me all worked up.”

Kai giggles. “I know. Love hearing you say it.” He hums while he takes off his sweatpants, and you do the same—you’re still tugging off your shirt when you feel his fingers brush against the clasp of your bra.

“You desperate?” you tease, letting him take it off for you.

Kai nods solemnly, moving down so his bare hips are parallel to yours. “Hell yeah,” he says, but you’re looking so intently at his cock that you forget to laugh. “Quit staring, perv.”

“You’re so annoying,” you shoot back, but there’s no bite, and he only smiles, taking the base of his cock to align himself with you. There’s a bare second of quiet, where you can hear both of your breaths, bated and waiting, and you can see the desperation—the hunger—in Kai’s face.

“Can I put it in now, baby?” he breathes. “Please? F-fuck, please?”

Shit. You might go insane if he keeps this up, begging prettily for you before he even gets his cock inside. You whine and nod, breath hitching when his fingers graze your tits. “Please, Kai,” you whimper. “Please, yes, please.”

Kai grabs the base of his cock again and eases the tip past your folds, his heart beating wildly. He breathes heavily, his other hand steady on your hip, so large compared to your smaller frame. “Jesus fucking Christ. You feel so good,” he says, trying not to sound too whiny when he barely put it in, but you don’t even notice, trembling beneath him. His brows furrow, lost in your warmth, but he manages to muster a smile. “You okay, angel?”

“Yeah.” Your voice is high and reedy. Your hands bunch up in the sheets. “Put—more, more, please.”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he responds, sounding on the verge of tears, because he quite honestly is about to cry with how tight you feel already. He eases more in, slowly, letting you take it in inch by inch, relishing in the feeling. A few moments pass and your hips finally meet; you let out twin sighs of relief. Kai leans over to mouth at your shoulder, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Shiiit, baby, you feel fucking good.”

You only moan in response, almost drooling onto the sheets. Kai stays still for a while, letting you get used to it, marvelling at how wet you are.

“Shit, I could be inside you forever. Oh, fuck. W-would you let me? Hm? Ah, would you let me—shit—fuck this t-tight cunt everyday? Want me to be inside you all the time, right? Isn’t that right, baby?” Kai taps your cheek and you just sob, backing your hips against his desperately. Kai lets out a giggle, and it’s so high-pitched and out of place you would probably scold him if you were in any other state of mind.

Alas, instead you’re trembling beneath him as he pounds you, whining and drooling on the sheets because his cock feels so good. It should be embarrassing. It definitely is. But you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“You’re a f-fucking pervert,” you whine.

Kai breaks into a smile, so wide and so fucking proud of himself. You can tell, even through your hazy mind, and it makes your heart swell. “Shit, I must have a good fuckin’ cock if I got you all f-fucked up like this,” he murmurs, using his free hand to play with your nipples. “I love you so much, angel. Love making you feel good.” The filth falls so easily from his mouth that it’s hard for you to believe that not one hour ago Kai was struggling to even call you a good girl.

“Luh—fuck, love you too, Kai,” you wail, bringing your hands up to splay across your face. “Please, please keep going, f-feels so good—”

“You’re so shy,” Kai whispers, his expression melting into a grin. He reaches up, pinches your cheeks. “How are you still so shy, hm? Your pussy is weeping onto my cock and you’re acting like this? So cute. Wanna fuck you so hard.”

“You already are,” you whine, reaching up to slap weakly at his chest. “Fuck, why are you t-talking so much?”

Kai giggles again. “Feels so good, that’s why. Your pussy’s making my brain melt. Fuck.” He gives a particularly hard thrust here, then moves his hand to rub over your tummy. “’M gonna come soon. Love you—I love you so much. Where do you want it, angel? Inside?”

“Mmm—yeah, fuck, please.”

“Gonna fuck you til your pussy’s all white and mine, alright? Fuck it back into you so it stays there, ffff-fuck, baby, I love you, thank you, I love you so mu— fuck—”

Wet heat inside you and a soft breath against the side of your neck—you feel his head drop onto your shoulder before his hand reaches over to your clit. His hips shift and he pulls out, only to move down between your legs and give your pussy a soft, almost kittenish lick. “G’na come f’me, too, angel,” he murmurs around your pussy, and you can see the hints of a smile gracing his face when your legs close around his head and muss up his hair. “Come on, please, please, want you to come—”

He lolls out his tongue and buries his face deeper in between your thighs, and it only takes a few mor licks, sucks, and the steady pump of his fingers before you’re coming, legs trembling around his ears and hands tangled in his messy hair. Your hips buck up into the air but his lips still follow, chasing the taste, and you whine from the overstimulation.

When he pulls away, a string of spit follows. He can’t move far before you’re grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss, smiling against his teeth when he lets out a small oof. He’s on top of you now, hand cupping your cheek.

“Love you,” Kai murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Love you so much. You okay? You’re making a face.”

You are. “Sorry—one of your plushies—Molang, I’m like, sitting on it—”

“Oh!” You lift your hips and Kai reaches underneath your torso to retrieve his blue penguin Molang pushie. He smiles down at you. “Were you on it the entire time?”

“No, I think it fell while you were eating me out and somehow ended up underneath me.”

Kai grins and nuzzles his face into your neck. “You were arching your back that much? Did it feel that good?”

“I think this concerns the amount of plushies you have, not your stroke game—”

“My pussy eating game, actually.”

You throw another Molang plushie at his face. It’s soft, just like his cheeks when he smiles at you and they get all squishy, just like his lips when you tug him down for another kiss.

#huening kai smut #huening kai hard hours #huening kai hard thoughts #huening kai x reader #hyuka hard hours #hyuka hard thoughts #hyuka smut #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts

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jovialmoonprincess · 5 months

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AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 3)

First Part. / The Winter Ball / Champagne Problems

Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.

Warning(s): None, enemy to lovers, back in time, destiny, Snow being in love, Snow being Snow, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

A/N: First Fic EVER, dont be mean pls. Also Im not a english native speaker, sorry for any spelling errors. Feedback is appreciated! Follow or like (or both) for part 4!

The last dance before the Plinth Award engulfed Y/N in a whirlwind of emotions that transported her to a distant past. She didn't expect to see Coryo at the party, as he had become a dedicated student and rarely attended social events. Nonetheless, she decided to seize the opportunity to approach him before the games, especially after glimpsing Snow's future in the hands of the mysterious woman.

Her gaze found Coryo on the other side of the room, and her heart raced. He looked different from the last time she saw him, unhinged while shooting birds in the forest. Y/N knew that if there was a chance to change the grim fate she foresaw, she would do everything in her power to save the boy. With determination, she headed towards him. Her dress, not as dazzling as four years ago, was a simple one, reflecting her current situation. Y/N no longer wanted to blend in with those people; she wanted to stand out. Her dress lacked sparkle, a simple white dress with loose sleeves. As she approached, she focused intensely on Coryo. "Y/N?" The sweetness of the sound of her name contrasted with the not-so-friendly expression in his eyes. He seemed surprised and perhaps confused by her presence.

"I thought you didn't like social situations," Y/N teased, initiating the typical banter between the two.

"I could say the same about you," Coryo retorted, displaying the familiar banter between them.

"Coryo, I wanted to wish you luck at the Plinth Award. I know how hard you fight for it." Y/N curtsied with her dress, trying to show sincerity. However, suspicion lingered in Coryo's eyes. The past few years had been marked by fights and tense interactions between the two.

It was at this moment that Clemensia Dovecote appeared next to Snow, intertwining her arm with his. An inconvenient presence that added more tension to the encounter.

"What are you doing here? Trying to win a crumb from your future president?"

"Clemensia, I don't remember addressing you," Y/N cut in, trying to maintain composure.

"Do you really think you look good today?" Clemensia mocked, laughing ironically. "You may have money, but wow, you need a stylist." Y/N, experienced in dealing with unpleasant criticisms, laughed, making it clear that such comments did not affect her.

"It seems like you're practicing to be a fashion critic now, Clemensia."

"Clemensia," Coriolanus was trying to prevent what would happen next.

"I'm just surprised that someone like you is trying to stand out. Usually, you're so... invisible," Clemensia continued, her voice dripping with superiority.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Well, it's good to change things up once in a while. And as for you, Clemensia, what brought you to the ball? Isn't it more fun spending your parents' money on ugly bags?" The provocation hit Clemensia, but she kept her composure.

"Just enjoying what life in the Capital has to offer. Unlike some around here who seem not to fit into such luxury." Clemensia's words were sharp, and Y/N knew she was just trying to undermine her confidence. However, she wouldn't let it shake her.

"Ah, I understand. Sometimes it's hard for some people to grasp that there's more to life than just appearances and superficialities."

Clemensia cast a disdainful look at Y/N before shrugging. "Each to their own, right? Good luck trying to get Coriolanus's attention." With that, the girl "accidentally" bumped into a waiter serving someone nearby. Three glasses of champagne landed on the white dress, leaving Y/N with a mix of feelings, from anger to the determination not to be shaken by empty provocations.

The brief interlude with Clemensia was not what Y/N expected for the night; now she was unsettled, wet, and smelling of alcohol.

It was then that Sejanus Plinth approached, interrupting the tense moment. Her plan to approach Snow that night was thwarted, but Sejanus's friendly presence brought unexpected relief.

"Y/N, you look beautiful," Sejanus complimented with a gentle smile and a small handkerchief that would at least help reduce the dress's dampness. She returned the smile, grateful for the friendly gesture.

"Dance with me?" Sejanus invited. Y/N silently agreed, accepting the offer, defeated. The awkward moment with Clemensia and the initial frustration were temporarily forgotten as she engaged in a relaxed dance among friends.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"It's impossible for you to be okay after what happened," Sejanus directed a compassionate look. "Who needs fashion designers when you can have an accidental stylist like Clemensia?" Y/N laughed. The echo, however, reverberated in Snow's thoughts, casting shadows over what once seemed like a complication-free night. The ball now became a complex piece of an enigma that only time would unravel.

"I don't want to ruin your outfit; it looks expensive." The girl sighed, trying to keep her distance.

"Yours does too, and Clemensia didn't think twice before trying to destroy it," Sejanus brought her closer during the dance. Y/N smiled; the altruism in the boy was evident. Even with a lot of money, he always tried to be fair and helpful to everyone around him.

While they danced, the shared glances and conspiratorial smiles between Sejanus and Y/N did not go unnoticed. Snow, watching from afar, felt an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach. The sight of Y/N in Sejanus's arms, laughing freely, triggered a strange and unsettling sensation. In the midst of the dance, Sejanus guided Y/N with graceful skill. The lightness of the moment contrasted with the complexity of emotions unfolding in Snow's mind. He wondered if the smile Y/N shared with Sejanus was different from the one she offered him.

As the music came to an end, Sejanus and Y/N exchanged a thankful glance and bid farewell with a polite gesture. Snow, observing the friendly closeness between the two, felt a twinge of uncertainty and discomfort.

Y/N returned to the secluded spot, and Sejanus stepped away to greet other guests. Snow, determined to overcome the uncomfortable feeling enveloping him, approached Y/N with a forced attempt at indifference.

"Apparently, you found an excellent dance partner," he commented, his eyes concealing a tension he himself tried to understand. Y/N looked at him, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"Sejanus is a great friend. You should try dancing with him." Far from calming Snow, the response only heightened his uncertainty. The remainder of the night passed with a tense atmosphere between them, and while Y/N and Sejanus shared moments of friendship, Snow pondered the complexities of his own emotions and what the future held for him and for the girl who, even while dancing with another, remained at the center of his thoughts.

After the dance and greeting everyone, Y/N decided to leave the ballroom. She sat on a bench outside, taking off her tight shoes. She realized it was the same garden as four years ago, where her lips and Snow's touched for the first time.

"Thanks for what you said about the Plinth Award." Once again, Snow startled the girl.

"You're welcome."

"I'm sorry about the dress; it'll probably stain."

"Since when do you know about laundry?" Y/N teased.

"Tigris made me learn the hard way," Snow laughed.

"What Clemensia did wasn't cool; I'm sorry." The boy seemed sincere. A white rose on his chest drew attention in his black suit. "You look beautiful." Y/N was angry with him. Looking at him like this and knowing what would come next was driving her crazy. Coryo seemed lost; maybe there was no salvation for him despite everything.

"I know your trick," she teased, laughing. She knew, above all, that Coryo used his charm to persuade everyone. And he did it very well. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" Snow didn't understand where the girl was going.

"You're impossible to decipher, as if you don't want people to know what you really feel."

"Showing emotions is a sign of weakness." It was one of the things Coryo's father always said, and they repeated it to him as a child. "Feeling is a weakness. I don't allow myself to feel anything other than the feelings that keep me going." His gaze seemed somewhat dark.

Y/N looked at the starry mantle above them.

"Showing emotions makes you human, Coryo," Y/N said. "Humanity means understanding your own feelings. We need to cherish

the good emotions and keep the people who make us feel good close by, you know?" It was as if she wanted the boy to be shaped by her words. She knew it wouldn't be that easy. But it would be a good start.

"Do you have any dreams? Something you would like to make come true?"

"I'm not sure. I wish I could give a better life to the Snows. Clean our name, return to the prestige we had before the destruction of District 13. I also want to give a better future to Tigris and our Grandmother." At this point, the boy was already by her side, leaning on the railing that separated the area they were in from the small artificial stream below. "I also wish I could choose what and how much I eat." Coryo was sincere; Y/N could tell. The poverty of the Snows was not evident, Coryo disguised it well. But Tigris complained to the girl years before about how the Snow family was becoming increasingly impoverished. Whenever Y/N went to her friend's house, she brought something to eat as a silent gesture of sympathy, but she knew that she would make her friend very grateful. She couldn't and didn't want to seem sorry or supporting the friend's family. Because people would notice, and it would generate more problems than solutions. Y/N didn't know her own family's reaction either.

"It's a lot for someone who claims not to feel," Y/N teased, her eyes reflecting a playful challenge.

Coryo's lips curved into an ironic smile. "Maybe I just need the right inspiration."

Y/N laughed, feeling a surprisingly lightness in their conversation. "Inspiration, huh? If you had the chance to shape the future, how would it be?"

He stared at the starry sky, pondering her question. "Power is the answer, control over everything. But maybe... maybe a Panem where people don't have to fight for survival, where the Capitol doesn't dictate our lives." Y/N wondered if he was talking about his own survival or about the districts.

Y/N's eyes softened, witnessing a glimpse of vulnerability beneath Coryo's facade. "That sounds like a dream worth pursuing."

"And you? In this ideal Panem, what would be your role?" He asked curiously.

"I would be a storyteller," Y/N replied, laughing. "I would weave narratives of hope, resilience, and... love. I would show the world that compassion can be our greatest strength."

A genuine smile lit up Coryo's face, and for that brief moment, the differences between them dissipated. The distant music from the ballroom served as a backdrop for their conversation, a symphony accompanying the unspoken connection.

"You would do well in that role. Even though I think it would be a waste of potential since you're the SECOND-best student at the Academy," Coryo admitted, with a playful tone.

The white rose on his lapel seemed to capture the moonlight, its petals reflecting the vulnerability in his eyes. The tension that once filled the air now transformed into a shared understanding.

They were very close to each other; Y/N could smell the boy's perfume. She noticed every detail of his face to try to capture that moment in her memory. Her fingers stretched out and reached for the rose on his lapel. She detached it easily.

"Which one of us is going to steal some sweets for us to eat while we talk?"

"Do you have pockets in your dress?" The boy teased, enjoying the moment, as she placed the stolen rose on the strap of her white dress.

"No, exactly because of that, it will have to be you."

Coryo laughed as he nodded. Without saying anything else, he turned his back to the girl and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

Alone, Y/N wondered if the boy would come back. She was sure it was a perfect opening for him to return to the ball. She looked at the small fish swimming fast in the artificial stream below the railing. Even they were trapped. Even their freedom was controlled by the Capitol.

"Y/N."

"Coryo."

"Do you still like chocolate?" The boy asked, taking a plastic package with something like a small tart from his pocket.

"They make these especially for stealing, how can that be?" The girl amused herself while opening the small package.

As the night unfolded, the two found themselves immersed in a conversation that transcended the limitations of their tumultuous history. The garden, witness to their first kiss and now witness to their shared dreams, became a sanctuary of possibilities. And in the midst of the starry serenity, a connection, delicate but profound, began to blossom, challenging preconceived notions of their roles in a world on the brink of change. The night continued, filled with moments that defied expectations and revealed the complexity of their feelings. Y/N and Coryo's story was far from over, but in that moment, they chose to enjoy the dance under the stars, building together a new chapter of hope and possibility in a world about to change.

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adventuringblind · 10 months

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I remember you

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

Genre: sad with a happy ending

Request: yes! I hope you like it as much as I do! I’m open for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, Daniel, George, Pierre, and poly relationships. Don’t be shy I don’t judge. I promise.

Summary: Max and reader have been pining after each other for awhile now but haven’t confessed. When an accident changes everything, Max fears he may have missed his change.

Warnings: major accident, description of injuries, pining,

Notes: written in third person

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Masterlist

She’d managed to get the second seat at Redbull. She gets along well with her teammate and she’s managing to keep up with him. Her team is first in the constructors championship. Life couldn’t have been better for her. Until the smoke filled her nostrils and the orange tried to lick at every part of her.

Her road was filled with hard work and she was so proud of herself for making it this far. Starting with alphatauri and finally getting the second Redbull seat.

Her and Max had been friends since she started in formula 1. Though it was obvious there was more to their friendship then they would confess to themselves or each other. Everyone teased them about it. But neither had been able to confront those feelings.

Her having to deal with the already male dominated sport and being asked ridiculous questions. Him defending his title and struggling with how to communicate emotions.

The way the two drove together in sync. Trusting each other to make the right calls. It was a testament to the connection between them.

Outside the track the talked often. Pushing each other, encouraging one another, it was a sight to see for every party involved.

“Are you ever going to confess to her?” Daniel asked Max one afternoon.

Max looked longingly across the garage where you were talking to your engineers. “But things are already so good. I don’t want to ruin it and I’m not sure she feels the same.”

“I just hope you don’t regret it one day, mate.”

It wasn’t even a day later that Max realized Daniel had been right.

She was set to place second, the race closer then you would’ve liked with a few laps to go. She’d been aggressively defending from the Mercedes behind her.

The Mercedes switched to trying an overtake on the outside. The proximity to her far too close for her liking. She thought she’d be given the space. She overestimated.

The confusion quickly over took her senses. One minute she was driving on the track and the next she was spinning. It was so fast she hadn’t even realized her car was in the air. The force of the impact was so great at one point she lost consciousness.

She woke up to her ears ringing and heat dancing around her skin. People screaming her name. She needed to move but couldn’t. The halo of the car had been bent in odd directions, preventing a her from an easy escape.

She tried to keep her panic away but But it was getting harder to breath and the heat was getting more intense. She tried pushing herself a little further out. Grasping at anything that could help her.

She could vaguely hear a familiar voice screaming her name. The copper taste in her mouth getting stronger. Then a hand. Trying to pull her out of the intensifying heat.

Hazy sky started to come into view. Her body trying to succumb to the darkness once again. But his blue eyes wouldn’t let her. Her body limp as he dragged her away from the danger. Why was he so sad? Hadn’t he won the race?

His mouth was saying words she couldn’t hear. Moving her. Trying his best to keep her awake.

Then he was being pulled away. Fighting whoever it was trining to take him away from her. She didn’t want him to leave. Screaming at him not to let her go. It felt that the farther away he got the more her body hurt. The heat pulling her back in again. Hands lifting her back to the sky. She wanted Max back. The cloudiness of her mind clearly picturing him.

It didn’t take long for the darkness to come back.

“How’s she doing” asked Max. It was near the end of the race and he knew she was fighting to keep second.

“She’s fine, just focus on bringing it home.” Came GP’s voice through the radio.

He couldn’t help but check his mirrors every few seconds. Concerned at how close the Mercedes was getting to her car. But he knew she was a fighter and wouldn’t give up easily. He smiled while thinking about her. Maybe Daniel was right. He always talked about living with no regrets.

He’d decided. He would tell you after the race. After she won her fight.

Then it all changed to fast. He saw it happen. Her tire being hit at the perfect angle to send her flying. Tumbling through the gravel. The fire already seen and she hadn’t stopped spinning yet.

He held his breath as he waited. The red flags already out.

“Is she okay GP?” His voice came out panicked. He couldn’t lose her yet. Not before he got to tell her how he feels.

“We don’t know yet.”

His car was pulled over before he could get any farther. Getting out at an inhuman speed and sprinting to where to crash had been.

Her car was melded to the barriers. Halo shifted in odd directions. Fire consuming most of the area at this point. The Marshalls doing their best to put it out.

He knew he was being reckless but he didn’t car. She needed to get out. He could vaguely see her body dangling through the flames.

Max ran over and immediately was trying to grab for her. The Marshalls making to attempt at stopping him. Only spraying where his arms were to help him get her out of the car.

He felt her move. Shoving herself forward. Trying to connect her hand to his. Until finally, they managed.

The heat was becoming unbearable even for him. He quickly tried to pull her body from the car. Weaving her away body through the dented halo. Dragging her farther away from the smoke when he managed to get her out.

He snapped his helmet off, getting breath back into his lungs. Then he snapped off hers. He was yelling her name. Hopefully giving her senses something to hold on to.

Her eyes found his and he immediately was crying in relief. Holding her in his hands. Assessing the damage to her body.

It didn’t take long for the Marshalls to pull him away. Trying to get her into the medical vehicle so they could help her.

He fought them. Every rational part of his brain gone. Needing to stay with her his only priority. Even more so as she reached for him. Softly saying his name. Coughing violently as she did so. Tear staining her cheeks.

Daniel had run to him in the track. Gripping his shoulders and checking over him. Max’s mind was spinning though. Daniels words falling in deaf ears as he led Max away.

Even as they got back to the garage, Daniel didn’t leave. Concern for his friend keeping him posted at his side.

Max did end up winning the race. Only to stand on the podium missing you.

He barely remembers anything about it. Spacing out when Christian drove him to the medical center. The two waiting for any word on the female drivers condition.

Max saw the way blood had pulled into her mouth as she tried to speak to him. The image burned into his brain.

He wanted- no- needed to see her.

So when the doctor finally called her name, he nearly fell over from standing up so fast. The doctor listed every injury she sustained. Including that of major head trauma. Possibly hindering her ability to race ever again.

Max’s hand flew to his mouth. A nausea inducing feeling settling into his stomach. Christian sighed heaving as the doctor walked away. Leaving the two of them be.

“I know it’s hard, but I’ve had to watch you to pine after each other for years. I need you to be strong for her right now. She needs you now more then ever.”

Max could only nod his head. Steeling himself for whatever she needed from him.

As the two walked down to where she was staying, a room in the ICU, he almost cried at the sight. Both in relief and pain for her.

White bandages cover places around her jaw, arms, hands, and chest. Mostly for the burns, a little for her bones. There was a cast around her knee where they had to pop it back into place.

Machines let out a steady beeping sound and wires ran around her bed. A nurse talked her vitals motioned for them to enter.

“She called for someone every time she was awake.” The nurse stated. “It was mumbled but they think the name was Max.”

Christian glanced at Max briefly before turning to look back at the nurse. “Thank you.” Then the nurse turned and left. Leaving them with the sound of their breathing and beeping machines.

Christian patted Max on the shoulder. “I’m going to see how everyone at the garage is doing and report the news.”

Only Max remained at her side. Gently kissing her bandaged hand. Exhaustion taking over his body at some point and falling asleep. His head placed softly next to her.

He woke up an hour to the sound of beeping, only it wasn’t as steady this time. He looked at the woman beside him trying to asses if she was ok. He calmed when he saw her soft smile. Her eyes lighting up at seeing him.

He smiled back. The joy at seeing her awake setting in.

“I don’t remember much, but I remember you.” She rasped. “And I remember loving you for a long time.”

The realization hit him when the doctor meant by head trauma. However, in this moment the girl he loves is alive and just claimed to be in love with him.

“This is actually the first time you’ve said it, but I have also loved you for a long time. And I’ll continue to love you even if you want nothing to do with me.”

He’d help her through this. Even as both of them sat their crying. Then talking about life. He watched her smile through the pain and determined that he never wanted to see you without it again.

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yunxi-11085 · 11 months

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"Maybe being a cat isn't so bad!"

˚ · . pairs ¡ platonic(?) dan heng & gn! reader, platonic march x gn! reader, platonic himeko x gn! reader, platonic welt yang x gn! reader

˚ · . sypnosis ¡ “you were talking to dan heng about the next trailblazing mission after exploring Jarilo-VI when you feel something building up in your chest.

oh yeah you forgot to tell them that something sprayed in your face when you were ravaging through some boxes in your time of exploring Jarilo-VI alone

you turn into a cat and chaos ensues.

maybe your relationship with the members of the astral express grows stronger too.

TDLR; maybe platonic, you turn into a cat because of your weird antics and you get smothered by the astral express."

₊˚ପ⊹ tw ¡¿ : (none) just fluff, no use of y/n or (name)

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you were talking to dan heng about the next trailblazing mission after exploring Jarilo-VI when you feel something building up in your chest.

oh yeah you forgot to tell them that something sprayed in your face when you were ravaging through some boxes in your time of exploring Jarilo-VI alone.

“huh?”

poof!

you plop down onto the couch with a thump, thankfully the couch wasn’t hard but still kind of painful to fall on.

owww

“meowwww”

you stare confused at the sound that came out of your throat, and you look down at your new furry body. what?

you raise your ha— paw and stare dumbfounded.

"you....?"

dan heng looked at you, looked at his hands, and looked back at you. you try to scratch your way into the couch out of embarrassment

“lets… tell the others about this.. we might have to go to herta for a health check-up.”

you freeze because knowing herta, she would treat you as if you are some experiment when she sees you. you wail and jump around trying to let dan heng know you dont want to.

he sighs and opens the door, you rush out and see a familiar pink haired figure and you jump in her arms despite knowing she was probably eating.

“woah! what is the super adorable cat doing here?” march exclaims, her voice going super high and cute. she squealed when you rub your head in her arms.

“oh my, it seems it came running from the archives, dan heng.” himeko chuckled, placing the coffee cup on the table and looking at you- or the cat you in a loving way. seems she secretly adores cats too

“yeah… um” dan heng opened his mouth and closed it a few times before you heard a sound coming from the door of the cabin.

welt walked out of cabin room, and his eyes immediately went straight to you. you think something in him snapped when he gripped a— towel tightly? now where did he get that from

he stiffly walked towards you and march, you were scared at first because it seemed like he’s gonna give you an earful before… he squealed. yes. squealed.

he knelt down and wanted to touch you so bad his hands were shaking in excitement, you leapt out of march’s arms and he caught you. he rubbed at your ears and you leaned into the touch. his eyes were glowing literally behind his glasses.

i didnt know welt yang was such a sucker for animals too!

“ahem, uh i think that the cat is…” dan heng spoke, arms crossed. “you..” all eyes were on you now..

“whaa??” march was surprised, she poked you a few times and you pushed your paw out at her. “i dont believe it dan heng! how can someone turn into a cat?”

“it appears to some type of fumes i think, i’ve done some research on it before.” dan heng replied.

“we may have to reach out to herta for some answers then.” himeko said, you hid yourself in welt’s arms at the thought of going through weird tests. “its fine, you can do it! we can give you treats when you are finished” welt exclaimed, patting you when he noticed your discomfort.

so you sadly get carried into the master control room.

though thankfully they didn’t tell you a lie because you were given a ton of sweets.

“so herta said its probably the fumes you inhaled while you were rummaging through those shady boxes. the fumes are nontoxic but can give adverse reactions to the body. you are lucky you didnt inhale too much or you might’ve turned into a rat she said.” dan heng looked at you while reading aloud the medical record.

you avoided his gaze and chewed on your tuna. he was giving you this eye that you didnt bother deciphering.

with a sigh he continued “she said the effects will wear off within 24 hours of inhaling this fume, so if my calculations are correct. you still have 21 hours left.”

“so we have 21 hours of play time with cat you!” march was excited, she even got those.. cat clothes? but you didnt mind it if you get to have treats and belly rubs.

oh you really love belly rubs

you are now in the parlor car with weird but comfortable cat clothes on, while march was taking an insane amount of pictures of you. you swear she probably needs to switch out her sd card every week because she always fills it up.

himeko chuckled and said “march, make sure you send those pictures in our group chat. we have to frame this”

you groan and lay flat down on the couch, when you notice someone handing you a treat. you stare up and you see dan heng. wasn’t dan heng just angry at me?

you still eat it out of his hands though.

you didnt know but march already pulled out her second camera and took hundreds of pictures of your interaction with dan heng.

sigh….

in the next few hours, you played around with a few cat toys. you didnt know how or why but the cat instincts just moved.. now your fighting to get what— a feather…?

its okay, your cute though.

as night approaches, you yawn and fall asleep in someone’s arms. you feel yourself being pushed into a very fluffy bed and you snuggle closer.

the next day, you wake up sandwiched between march and dan heng. with himeko and welt chuckling. oh with their phones out to take pictures of this cute sight.

you didnt mind it though, you liked it.

end note ¡ take this unbeta read work. i really wanted to make mr. yang a huge sucker for small critters and cats so here it is! i wrote a lot more for this fic instead of my other one oops..

i hate how i write for AO3 first because now i have a ton of codes to delete ;; also tumblr mobile isnt working right now somehow???

crossposted on AO3 ¡ here

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mystargirl-interlude · 10 months

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𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑬 B.H

Part two of mirrorball

Billy Hargrove x reader

Its not like me and him had anything, I mean we barely spoke and the times we did was when we were with our friends, but seeing him make out with her did catch me slightly off guard, but only because seeing people being so physically affectionate makes me uncomfortable.

"Oh"

Getting scared when I see them adjust themselves thinking they were gonna catch me creeping I quickly try to move away running into a wall

"Oh shit!" I mutter running into the bathroom rubbing the side of my face that got hit

"Hey you okay? You took a while" Eddie asks when I get back

"Yeah! My stomach was just hurting" I reply

"You ready for sound check?" He asks

"Definitely" I reply smiling

Grabbing my guitar and heading to the microphone.

The people that know me there which is most of the bar start clapping as they are happy by my presence

"Hey guys, we are back once again" I speak into the microphone smiling

"So this is sound check and it's going to be super quick but we should head into our set super soon"

Strumming my guitar which seems to not be working

"Is this going to workkkkk" I sing jokingly

"Let me" I hear Eddie say seeing him come over to me re plugging my it pack in

Strumming it once more it finally works

"Finally" I say hearing the bar cheer I laugh

"Okay I'm gonna do some microphone tests" I say

not knowing what to do I sing a line from a song I played the week before

"Bar-t-t-tender" I say slightly laughing as I hear some of the customers laugh as they are familiar with the song

"Okay I think we're ready eddie dont ya think?"

"I think we are"

"Okayy let's head into the set"

Billy Hargrove pov

I brought one of the girls whom I cant even remember the name of to go out with me to the only bar i know that doesn't ID .

Sitting at the bar making out with her to get down sooner.

As we were making out I heard a bang and looked up but didn't see anyone there assuming it was one of the other customers.

Time passes and she's talking my ear off about god knows what then I heard a familiar voice on the microphone and completely tuned out the girl in front of me trying to remember where I heard that voice from cause from where I sit I can't see the stage, then it clicked.

Y/n?

Wanting to move closer I tell whatever her name is that the bar stool was making me uncomfortable and I wanted to move to a booth and she obliged biting her lip trying to turn me on

I didn't want y/n to see me so I found a spot to where I can see her but she can't see me.

Taking a look around the stage I see the school freak Eddie Munson standing my a keyboard and then she starts talking. Hearing her voice talk through the microphone was like hearing a siren talk to me.

"Okay so this song is a song I wrote throughout these past few days, and through hard times but those times made this song and singing makes me money so."

I hear her say and I chuckle at her words

"But yeah so this song is called mirrorball" she says strumming the guitar

I w ant you to know, I'm a mirrorball, I'll show you

Every version of yourself tonight

Her voice, smooth as silk and sweet as honey had me entranced by her, but that didn't last long as I felt the girl next to me licking the back of my ear wanting my attention. Shrugging her off she pouts saying "billyyyyyy, what're doing staring at her ugh do you like her or something?"

"Oh my god no can I not just like music" I reply tuning her out to focus back on y/n

"What the fuck billy we are on a date, ME AND YOU not YOU AND HER ugh I'm leaving" she says grabbing her bag and speed walking out

"Okay yeah" I mumble not even paying attention to her

Hearing the song come to an end I begin clapping with the other customers

"Do we like it?" I hear her ask and then hear the bar cheer in response

As she puts her guitar down I can’t look away

"Yay okay so this next song is a cover of one of my favorite songs ever, so you guys know Joni Mitchell right" she says and I hear them cheer once again in response.

Joni Mitchell was my mother's favorite artist and we listened to her all the time before she left and never came back.

I haven't listened to her since but hearing her name again made my stomach drop

"It's called for free!"

This was the song we listened to.

I slept last night in a good hotel

I went shopping today for jewels

Hearing her voice with the song made me feel a certain emotion that I couldn’t name ‘cause I didn’t know what it was or how to describe it

I saw her go around and sit on the bench eddie was sitting on and put her head on his shoulder

Seeing her so comfortable with another man makes me angry for some reason but why? We never talk and are barley even friends.

I’ve decided to talk to her at school more come next week.

Continuing to listen to her throughout the song was the amazing, I never new she could sing, it was hypnotizing

Her and Eddie begin packing up and when their backs are turned I slip out of the bar quietly hoping to talk to her soon.

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twinleafteaa · 5 months

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🔅⚔️The Smile of a thousand suns⚔️🔅

Zolu fanfic (Zoro x Luffy) ⚔️👒

🍚 🌟Chapter 4: You are so much🌟🍚

A couple of hours has passed - it seems as though he was in need of a good sleep, especially with all that had happened. The raven haired boy’s eyes fluttered open gently.

“Zoro.” He muttered softly as he tried to push himself up off the floor.

“You know…for telling me you never want to see me again- you sure do love saying my name.” Zoro commented. He was sat, leaning against the back wall of his cell. His voice was solid and his demeanour was a stable one - something Luffy envied.

Heavy rain could be heard from outside and the two could feel the ship rock as waves began to hit the sides of the boat. They were in the midst of the storm.

“Are we on our way to the marine headquarters yet? This place is really uncomfortable.” Luffy yawned

“We’ve been sailing for about three hours now - it looks like we’ve hit the storm.” Zoro informed. Luffy tried to get to his feet - but with the ship rocking and his hands being cuffed he couldn’t keep his balance. His attempt to stand failed, causing Luffy to slide down the back wall for support and sitting with his knees to his chest.

“Three hours? Is that it? I’m so bored of this place!” Luffy groaned

“Well you didn’t have to follow me.”

“I-I wasn’t following you!”

Luffy let out a sigh before resting his arms on his knees and pressing his crimson cheek against his forearm.

He had been backed into a corner and zoro knew it.

“Why did you come after me?” Zoro asked. Sounding a lot softer.

“Because I…I didn’t wanna see you get hurt.” Luffy mumbled into his arm.

“I won’t get get hurt - you and I both know that.” Zoro replied bluntly. Luffy let out a sharp breath, his expression was one of fear.

“I-I…” Luffy stammered.

“That stuff you said back on the sunny - about being nothing…it’s not true.” Zoro said softly.

“I-I know it’s- it’s just hard to feel like it when I was so much…” tears began to form in the captains eyes.

“You are so much.” Zoro said, looking over to his capitan with a small smile.

Hearing those words from the person he needed to - even for a small moment, brought back the euphoria.

“I-I didn’t want you to go. I wanted you to stay.” Luffy admitted. He couldn’t hold back the tears, in response he scrunched up his face to try hold them back. Zoro didn’t say anything in response, he just let Luffy talk.

“I thought you were the reason I lost gear five - I-I mean you were but not it’s not your fault! It’s mine.” Luffy tried explain but it seemed he had gotten tongue tied. Tears began to fall down Luffy’s cheeks.

What had he gotten them into.

Captured by the marines so easily, now powerless and separated from the rest of the crew.

Luffy’s expression turned to one of anger. He said nothing as he pushed himself off the floor. His aura was one of tragedy. Zoro could feel luffy’s sadness but this anger? He couldn’t quite understand where it had come from.

Suddenly a loud bang was heard. It rung though the cells.

“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Luffy screamed, slamming the sea prism bars again the cage. His face was washed with red and streams of tears rolling down his face. “MARINES LIKE YOU DONT DESERVE TO SEE ME CRY!” Luffy broke down, continue to slam his entire body against the bars.

“Only took three hours for you to go insane in that cell?” One of the marines joked.

It was like a punch in the stomach- Luffy was overcome with humiliation and embarrassment. His breaths were heavy and his hair was a mess.

“You…” Luffy growled to himself, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist tightly.

“Luffy.” Zoro said, cutting the silence.

That voice.

Everything dropped.

Just like before.

Slowly, Luffy let his hands fall open. Held them up and looked and what he’d done.

He had pierced his skin with his nails and the small amount of blood had been smeared across the palm of his hands.

It was so familiar to-

“Luffy look at me.” Zoro ordered, knowing exactly what was wrong.

“It looks just like-“ luffy said, his voice sounding so empty. His hands where shaking.

Zoro reached though the bars into Luffys cell and grabbed his arm before pulling him close.

“Listen to me okay.” Zoro comforted. “Just focus on me.”

“You will be okay.” Zoro nodded as he held Luffys hands. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you every step of the way.”

“I-I didn’t want you to go I-“ luffy began.

“You’re not well right now.”

“I…I’m not.”

“You will get through this - I know you.”

“That doesn’t excuse what I did.”

“it doesn’t…But I know that isn’t who you want to be.”

“It’s not.”

“I know it’s not.”

Zoro’s hands where warm. His expression was soft - something that was awfully rare. His eyes looked down at Luffy’s hands.

“I didn’t mean to.” Luffy frowned sadly. He was expecting zoro to be angry, it was something he always warned Luffy of doing. “Are you angry?”

“No.” Zoro hummed to himself, as he looked at the small wounds on Luffy’s palm.

“You’re not?” Luffy tilted his head to one side.

“Those will be the only injuries you’ll get through all this - I promise.” Zoro nodded. His confidence infected Luffy - reassuring him that no matter what he had said or done what was most important was that they got away from the marines safely.

Without warning, the door to the prison quarters swung open. A marine soldier walked in holding a bowl of freshly cooked rice with grilled vegetables. It looked bland but the two hadn’t eaten for a while now so they wouldn’t dare turn it down. Luffys gaze stalked the marines as he walked past his cell. The marine stopped outside of zoro’s cell before offering it to him through the bars.

“WHAT!? How come he gets food and I don’t!?” Luffy huffed before pulling away from zoro.

“Your friend here turned himself in with out any annoyance - you on the other hand cause us grief anytime you’re near us.” The marine growled. Zoro took the food but he was looking rather annoyed that Luffy wasn’t being treated the same. The marine left quickly, leaving the two prisoners and the two guards.

“This isn’t fair.” Luffy moaned as he slumped down against the wall once again.

“Heh- jealous your Friend gets his last meal?” One of the guards jabbed.

“Last meal my ass.” Luffy bit back. “The food looks like trash anyway - where’s the color? The variety? What if I’m allergic and die? Then my bounty would be docked for nothing!”

“I wouldn’t worry about it - you’re not getting any food.” The marine commented.

“Allergic? The only thing you’re allergic too is brain cells.” Zoro added.

“WATCH IT!” Luffy yelled.

Luffy watched, tortured by the sight of food.

“Can you stop staring at me while I eat.” Zoro said - shoveling a spoonful of rice into his mouth. “Here.” He offered, he held the bowl out onto Luffys cell. Zoro had eaten exactly half.

“I would take it…but I can’t exactly.” Luffy smiled awkwardly, highlighting his cuffs. Zoro rolled his eyes and Luffy pushed himself up off the floor.

“Am I really going to have to feed it to you?” Zoro groaned.

“Unless you want your captain to starve!” Luffy exclaimed.

“Stop being dramatic - you won’t starve.”

“If you don’t feed me I will!”

Zoro let out a sigh before he and Luffy faced each other, the a wall of sea prism bars separating them. The green haired swordsman scooped up the rice into the spoon and then went on to feed luffy through the prison bars.

“I think this is more embarrassing than watching you cry.” One of the marine guards cringed

“Shut up! I need food so I can kick your asses!” Luffy snapped back.

“Stop talking.” Zoro lectured.

“Sorry.” Luffy said with a mouthful of rice

After eating, the two relaxed together for a few hours. Luffy was inspecting his restraints, he put his feet to them trying to push them off but it didn’t work. While zoro looked on the verge of sleeping.

“Don’t fall asleep on me! Im so bored!” Luffy complained.

“Eh? What’s that got to do with me?” Zoro replied, is eyes flicking over to a very frustrated looking Luffy.

“I don’t know - throw that bowl at the marines face - he’s pissing me off.” Luffy pouted.

“Is that an order?” Zoro asked.

“No - it’s a suggestion.”

“I’m not going to throw anything at the marines .”

“Why not?” Luffy groaned. “It’ll be entertaining.”

“They’ll shoot us and you keep forgetting that sea stone negates your powers.” Zoro reminded.

“O-Oh yeah…” luffy blushed - it was easy to forget we was on the edge of being powerless.

Moments passed and evening arrived. The two had nothing better to do so they passed the time with sleeping. Luffy was on the floor curled up in a ball, shivering as the remnants of the storm breeze haunted the hallways of the ship. Zoro, on the other hand, hadn’t moved from his position of sitting against the back wall, his eyes darted over to Luffy making sure his captain was okay…well okay as he could be before falling asleep himself.

#monkey d. luffy #onepiece fan fiction #one piece zolu #zolu fanfic #zolu #fanfiction #one piece luffy #zoro x luffy #ronoroa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x luff #straw hat luffy #luffy #zoro

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imustbenuts · 2 months

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@theotherseapancakes

i mentioned ill rb a post about majima's sexuality/gender identity in the context of 1980s-2010s japan but i never got to it bc i cant find the post ;;

but gist of it is, the majima everyone knows is... kind of putting on an act. everything about the zanny funny majima everyone mostly knows is an act he puts on mostly to mess with kiryu. this video kinda sums it up succinctly:

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even his kansai dialect is... fake as shit. (the meta explanation is that his voice actor isnt familiar with kansai accent and the director was like 'its majima its ok just roll with it')

it's probly hard to hear but his dialect is multiple levels of wrong. another joke video here but that isnt how kansai dialect sentence structure works! also his crazy persona is really how he behaves, mostly.

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dont wanna inflate this post but theres plenty of kansai dialect language videos on youtube to hear what a usual kansai dialect phrase sounds like

majima's sounds like he smooshed standard tokyo japanese with some random stuff he picked up from osaka, which tracks with his backstory...

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^^ he speaks with standard jp here. this takes place technically before y0 (i think)

anyway. so. the 'mad dog' persona both in universe and out he has is mostly an act and his character growth from 0-8 is largely like this: sane -> goes through SHIT -> plot -> snaps -> loses his sworn brother and is likely very depressed -> messes with kiryu for some semblance of normalcy -> kiryu helps stabilizes his life both directly and indirectly, thereby stabilizing his mental state -> sane but wears the mask bc hes made a name for himself as the mad dog

so all of that is important bc in a manner of speaking, LGBTQ in the 1980s to 2010s is considered... an 'act'.

super short summary of why: confucius idea dictates that men must pass on their bloodline to offsprings bc its honorable for the family bloodline. confucius bleeds into bushido, morphs, which bleeds into the larger fabric of japanese culture.

MEANING, its totally ok to be gay and play so long as a male offspring is produced. LGBTQ then is seen as a juvenile thing that most people will grow out off eventually. (at least prior to TV era)

then TV era brought in western media, and back the the mid 1900s, LGBTQ became synonymous with being a western idea. lots of tropes of flamboyancy is closely linked to westerness in characters. so queer became a foreign idea. JP TV then perpetuated this with okama stereotypes and sometimes made a mockery out of them, which continued pretty much until 2000s.

some also see it as a evil western mental virus/illness too.

(negative okama stereotypes are portrayed as highly thirsty male hunters dressed in a less than flattering drag with facial hair. often used to elicit"EW DISGUSTING GET AWAY FROM ME" reactions from other characters.)

smoosh that with existing cross-dressing theater arts and the idea of some 'kiddy phase' and suddenly being LGBTQ is more or less equated to an act.

add in the fact that transitioning is a very difficult thing to do if one doesnt conform fully into a binary Male or Female gender identity, suddenly genderfluidity looks very campy in JP media context.

which. majima kinda is. left: y0 appearance, taking place 1989. right, y1 onward, starting 2005

leather and TIGHT leather has some associations with the BDSM scene, which intersects with the sleazy night life and sexually related things. (queerness is perceived to be mostly this bc demonization in a similar fashion to... everywhere basically)

and also, there was one time where majima was goromi:

the context for this: Majima Everywhere was a system that y1k had, where Majima would spawn absolutely anywhere and everywhere to fight kiryu. for fun. theres a lot of interesting character moments bc his act or mask out slip off every now and then. this is one of those.

anyway, goromi is an interesting case of a more positive okama stereotype bc theres absolutely zero malice in the writing that i can tell. key thing: kiryu reacts bewildered but positively to this encounter

so all of this to say

yeah majima is really, really not straight.

#Youtube #majima #rgg butt lore

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4townlove · 1 year

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4⭐Town daydream #1

idk if this will become a new form of 4town x reader content im gonna try but i just got hit with this vision in my head while listening to music and i just had to get it out. I'll tag them as "💛 4town daydreams" for my blog but theyre still headcanons so yeah.

I'll keep them non-specific so can be applied to whichever member is your favourite/bias i hope you enjoy.

he screams your name and at the sound of his voice, every fibre of your being shudders. your shoes cement themselves to the ground, and no matter how hard you try to keep walking away, through the current of people bustling against each other, shoulders bumping together like waves crashing across the vast and endless ocean.

he calls your name again, the strain on his desperation to reach you making his voice crack, but he doesn't care. and now, heart hammering so hard in your throat you're certain you havent taken a breath in at least a minute, your head turns on its own.

it was so easy to find his eyes, even in the dark. no matter if you were in the wings and he was on stage, his voice just as majestic and irresistible as it was now, and just like those times, as soon as your eyes met his through everything else, the whole world melted away.

he was still in his 4Town gear, his headset mic bouncing at the corner of his mouth as he sprinted towards you, not caring who he bumped into. it wouldve looked absurd had it not been for the focus gleaming in his eyes, the blue and orange colour palette of his clothes transforming him into a shooting star pushing through the black night sky of the public standing between you.

you tightened your grip on the handle of the suitcase you been tugging along, every muscle tensing against the prospect of facing him, but you still couldn't walk on, couldn't away from him and everything that had been. the decision you'd made and your supposed unwavering justification for it melted as deftly as an ice cube under the brilliant sun that was his gaze, his mere presence amidst the dull, blurry, faceless population.

you'd thought he'd be better without you, that sooner or later, he'd find someone who he actually loved, who would be worthy of that perfect all encompassing adoration he showered on you every single day, from the moment you woke at his side to when you fell asleep in his arms once more.

surely this was better for both of you. surely he would understand. surely you would get over him...

but the more your heart kept you rooted where you stood, watching him through a rising flood of hot, stinging tears as he got closer and closer to you, his own eyes bright and sparkling with heartbreaking care, the less your assurance held ground.

and then there he was, crashing into you and pulling you right against him, strong arms so secure around you, chest heaving as he panted, relief pushing his hot breath over the skin of your neck, his burning cheek pressed against yours so firmly you could feel how his own lifted as he smiled...

your breath caught in your throat, now too tight and dry to swallow; your grip on your suitcase finally giving way as your palms became slick with sweat... and his own hands kept you close...

"please... p-please... don't leave me... i beg you..." he panted. was he trembling?

your heart skipped against his chest, this familiar intoxicating warmth drawing up every single moment you had shared with him, every laugh, every whisper, every secret kiss, every promise of forever...

"......w..why?" you finally managed to choke. "why m-me of of all... possible people?"

he pulled back just enough to gaze into your eyes, so softly that in an instant, you could already see the answer stamped on his soul, could hear it before the three words escaped his lips...

/dont say it. please say it. dont say it. please say it. dont say it. please... please say it/

you could've walked away then before that spell was cast, but you didnt want to. you wanted to stay... truly, you wanted to fall again, and so, as your tears finally slid down your cheek and he caught them on his thumb, you let him answer, admitting to yourself now that this was truly what you wanted more than life itself...

he held your cheek in his warm palm, caressing your face with his thumb and leaned in so his lush and full lips grazed yours ever so slightly, just enough to make you shiver with agonizing anticipation...

and in that breathless moment, he whispered...

"...i love you..."

#turning red #4town #4*town #4 town #4town x reader #4townie #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town headcanons #💛4town daydreams #⭐from 4townlove

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giftedyoungster3000 · 11 months

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A WAVE OF FLAMES

First responder C1

Summary: Darkish. When a normal night at home turns into a disaster you find yourself in the arms of a stranger. No use of y/n.

Warnings: dark, kidnapping, fire, manipulation, using emotionally unstable people, PLEASE DONT READ IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE

Events: juneiverse @buckybarnesevents

A/n just a heads up I suck at writing but I really wanted to join this event. Have not reread it so it probably sucks. About 970 words.

The alarm was ringing through your house a panic surged through your blood as you quickly sat up. And threw a hoodie over your head. Blindly grabbing your phone. You quickly made your way to your apartment door. Sliding a pair of slippers on and closing the door behind you as you stepped into the hall joining the crowd of your neighbours all walking to the staircase at the end of the hallway. You make your way into the crisp summer night holding your hoodie closer to your body, regretting only wearing the slightly Lacey sleep shorts and a thin bralette you had bought last week as a form of self-care.

As you watched multiple fire trucks pull up to your complex you couldn’t help but overthink everything. Where would you stay? Would you lose all your precious belongings? You tried not to panic as you stood amongst the flashing lights and harsh sounds. You couldn’t see any fire but you could smell it. It was faint but was there.

A tap on your shoulder pulled you from your overthinking spiral. You looked to your right where a large man stood. Your eyes glanced over him. The fireman gear he had on did nothing to conceal how massive he was.

You couldn’t help but think of what he must look like under that suit. Was he all muscle or was he also soft? As soon as your eyes made it to his face though not a thought was in your mind except his eyes. Those stormy blue eyes looked down at you with worry. He was speaking but you could focus on anything but those eyes.

A light shake of your shoulder snapped you out of his eyes.

“Hey, are you ok miss?” The man in front of you asked. You nervously nodded your head. Still unable to speak under his spell. “My name is Bucky I’m here to help you.”

“Bucky” you tried his name out on your tongue. You felt his hand land on your shoulder guiding you over to an ambulance.

“Hey Nat I think she may have a concussion,” he spoke to a lady with short red hair. Both of their hands gently pull you down to sit on the edge of the ambulance. Bucky stays beside you as the lady he called Nat checks you over. Your eyes stay on his until the paramedic puts a bright light in your line of vision. Snapping you out of the trance once again.

“She seems perfectly fine buck. Probably just a little shaken.”

“What’s your name sweetie?” She asks, bending down to be at eye level with you. You tell her your full name and she stands up and walks somewhere out of your view. Leaving you once again with Bucky.

“You alright doll?” He asks once again. All you managed to do was weakly shake your head. Trying desperately to be strong but all your fight left you as you looked into his eyes.

You couldn’t help but think back to the argument you had with your parents. The same argument that made you move to a city where you knew no one. The argument is that they decided to cut you off. It seemed silly now. It was hitting you just how alone you were. Your house is in flames with no one to help you.

A warm arm wrapped around you in comfort. And you felt yourself truly break.

You vaguely recall the lady coming back over to the two of you. Saying something to James before talking to you again. She gently placed what looked like an oxygen mask over your face. That lightheaded feeling came back stronger as you felt your mental state drift away.

A pounding headache is never what you want to wake up to. But as you pull yourself out of sleep you take in your surroundings. None of them are familiar and a panic takes over your breathing. You sit up and rip off the blankets that were laid carefully over your bare legs. You go to hop off the bed but a counter force makes you face plant on the carpet.

You hear movement from the other room. You turn around to assess the situation and to your horror, your leg is cuffed to the frame of the bed.

The sound of the door opening sends you into a panic. Flights are not an option while you are cuffed down so fight it is. You look for something, anything to protect yourself, settling on a book that is laid on the nightstand. Holding it in front of yourself you look at the door that is opening.

A smiling face pops through the door.

The man from last night stood on the threshold. His sweet voice filled the air. All filled with sweetness and warmth as if he didn’t lock you to a bed. Kidnapping you when you had trusted him.

“What is wrong with you?” You spat at him, needing answers. And desperately hope this is a big misunderstanding.

“I just wanted to help you doll.” There it was again that sweet voice that got you into this mess.

“Help me? You tied me to a bed!” You could believe you got into this situation.

“Hey, I only did that to protect you. I knew you wouldn’t understand right away.”

What the hell was he talking about?

“We’re meant for each other doll. And I couldn’t just let you walk away from me. I knew the second I saw you I had to have you.” His voice was so soft but those words were devious. “And now that I have you we can be happy. Don’t you wanna be happy doll.”

His blue eyes searched yours so desperately that you almost believed him. You couldn’t believe him though. Right?

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neonain · 10 months

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Title: GASTLIGHTING HAH!

Fem!Reader!Eustass Kid! x Killer! (LIGHT!)

First off, Reader is Female Eustass and you and Killer's relationship is only mentioned here in the one shot

And also, I like Oda's design of female Eustass but it lacks the rugged or built look the original Kid has, she may have a sleeper's build but I headcanon female eustass to be still her original height and be a built woman and honestly fanarts with this concept of him is lacking :((. References of Fem! Eustass that I like would be here! (1) (2) (3)

Okay. . . First. Let's commence a background check

Okay {Name} got isekaid as Eustass Kid but Female.

It started when you visited the country of Japan, you have learned their language, their culture and their transportation for four years straight through the help of online tutors and vlogs.

Only to be wasted, the moment you set foot on the streets of Japan.

You got unexpectedly murdered from behind and you woke up as a familiar Child Character

You noticed it the moment you knew your name as Eustass Kid, and the sudden surge of memories flooded your brain that put you through a coma for 2 days and thankfully Killer had taken care of you.

You also fairly watched some episodes of One Piece and can't follow thoroughly due to your busy schedule but you managed, and Kid became an interesting character for you and now, you're in his body- The name sounds manly but hell your keeping it.

Now you and your crew are sailing to Sabaody, you managed to recruit atleast some canon side chracters due to the story and the world seemingly forcing some of its canon lines into you through any means because of your non-Kid-like actions.

You fixed up your hooded cloak and jumped in excitement with Killer sighing besides you

"Oh cmon they call it as the element of surprise!" You snickered and patted your best man's shoulder

Killer sighed once again at your antics and just went along with your 'plan'. Its isnt really a plan, its just a fun thing to do. Make the whole world believe your a man and pretty much your height, body structure and name made it more believable, although the world thinks your mute since Killer had always been speaking on your behalf

Its time for you to change this character's fate, Making an Alliance with Hawkins and X Drake will be good enough. Fuck Apoo. Even though you know that you wouldn't survive the fight with Red haired Shanks but hey, you're curious on how Kid lost his arm

Your ship docked on one of the Islands of Sabaody, you immediately jumped out of your ship and went to explore with some members of your crew behind you

You all explored everywhere, some of your crew buying well- stealing merchandizes of Soul King. It really shocked you when they revealed they're a fan of Soul King

You walked around aimlessly, you really dont remember what Kid did in the show while in Sabaody but you atleast need to be present in the auction house. Then music made your ears perked, You heard a very familiar and hateful voice.

Seems like you have some shit to take care of, you're not really mad about Apoo but the body your in is filled with raw anger and its apparently itching for a fight and who are you to betray it?

You smirked, Already forming a bulk of scrap metal with sharp nails on your right arm.

A revenge for Kid

Apoo was having fun with his crew in the town square, bass boosted speakers loud enough to shake the ground.

His thrill soon broke down when he dodged sharp claws that tore through his equipments and man was he bewildered and upset! Those were worth millions!

He dodged away when the Mysterious Captain Kid stood up from his broken speaker,"What a party pooper you are Eustass!" He groaned out and set himself in a position, double jointed arms already ready to attack and defend.

Although he immediately knew that half of his crew will end up injured if they fought them now and unprepared, suddenly being yanked to suberhood is rude and he doesn't really appreciate his groove suddenly being cut off. Before he could speak up to ask why the man did it, Basil Hawkins and X-Drake came tumbling in, fighting with their devil fruit powers

That gave enough time for Kid to go for Apoo's throat, The musician danced away from the dark blades and now started to fight seriously. There will be no exchange of words in this battle

It maybe lasted 20 minutes or longer when Apoo escaped, leaving the whole town destroyed and in chaos. Slaves escaping and rushing off and civilians running off to safety. You groaned in frustration as your magnet turns off, the metals dropping in a pile below you, You almost killed the guy

"You alright Kid?" Killer asked besides you

"Yeah. . . lets go" you muttered and went your way towards the auction house, Your crew following behind.

Now there you are with your crew at the very back, people rather ignoring your presence and any other pirates in there. Law of course gave you the middle finger, you only scoffed and looked away. Being middle fingered in your own experience is offending asf but not to close friends. You waited and waited, One of your crew wanting to leave since it was boring but the entry of a very familiar people made you smirk. Its near

You only leaned on the wall and just watched how the scene will behold itself. Right on cue, The Mermaid, Camie was brought on stage. Many nobles bidded for the mermaid until all went silent when a Celestial Dragon bidded

You watched the scene when the fishman got shot, you watched as the ceiling fell down, you watched as Monkey D. Luffy punch the Celestial and chaos insues. You chuckled, Your hair standing on end, Witnessing this with your own eyes is something to be greatful for

You and your crew just watched with the Heart Pirates, you watched when Rayleigh came. He glanced towards your way for a little and chuckled, talking to Luffy right after. Did he noticed your a woman?

The scene unfolds quickly, Now the three of you are walking in the hallway of the entrance, You walked silent with your hood up while the two bickered on whose going first. When you were near outside, you slapped behind their heads as you walked pass by them and smirked "Just sit back and relax, and let me do this shit you dimwits"

You stroded forward when both of them paused for a bit, Luffy quickly zooming right past you laughing "Nope Me!". While Law just smirked in amusement behind you

And shall Chaos be welcomed, You three fought off the marines, buying time for your crew to exit in the backdoor.

You dodged and took all metalic weapons of the marines, slammimg them to the ground and let its sharp shards shoot out towards their owners.

The moment you landed on the ground, you didn't notice someone had sliced off your hood from behind making it fall to the ground. Some marines stopped to double check and immediately be confused that Eustass Kid looks rather feminine

You punched the frozen marine on the nose and groaned out "That was my favorite hood dammit!"

Law whistled besides you while Luffy laughed out loud again, A midst from the fight Luffy shrunked after using his third gear mid air

You swooped him up and throwed him up the air "Times up kid, fall back!" You watched as he popped back to normal and went running towards the way your crew went with the Marines chasing from behind him

You ran besides Trafalgar with his crew "Neh, Kid-ya. I propose an alliance" he asked

You hummed in confusion "Huh?!" This wasn't suppose to happen??? What??

"Nah" You laughed after recovering quickly and ran down another road that lead through under a bridge, you heard Law merely chuckle before you were faced with explosions from the front

"CAPTAIN KID!" You looked besides you and found the Victoria Punk already sailing, you grinned and immediately dodged when another bomb bullet went through you

You looked infront and groaned out again, they were handling bazookas

You rolled your eyes and raised both your arms as another wave of bullets were shot and swerved its destination back towards the marines, the men and women yelled in a panick as the bullets went back and exploded right infront of them. You laughed aloud and immediately went to ran along side your ship as a rope got thrown down its sides and you quickly jumped on it and start to climb as the ship drifed apart from land

You grinned as you pulled yourself on to the deck and immediately barked out orders "Alright, lets loose this shits ya guys hear!?"

You were met with cheers as they run around the deck as you and Killer went on the top deck to outlook the marine ships that were starting to chase you "Oh this will he fun" You chuckled as your abilities pulsed on your arm

You groaned in relief as you leaned on a box of rum

It was late night on an Island somewhere, you all lost the marines after submerging most of the fleet and you all managed to escape to an Island, and it was a day before entering New World

You sagged your weary bones on the box as you watched the crew drunk around and go wild on the beach, eating and drinking and having fun celebrating before going through the most angsty shit that will happen to them once they entered the Lion's den

"Unusual of you not drinking" You heard Killer say as he sat down besides you with two bottles of rum

"Already have lots behind me" You chuckled but still took the one Killer had handed you

You sighed after gulping down half the bottle and let out an unflattering burp "Oh that hits the spot" you slurred

Killer chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulder and you leaned into his arms "I know your thinking, wayy too uncharacteristic of you-"

You laughed and jabbed him in the side with your elbow making him let out a yelp , both of you soon simmering down with a chuckle

"Dont worry about it, the sea will turn bad if I told you" You shrugged and drank down the bottle and threw it back once it was empty, Killer; again handing you the other

"Thanks" you muttered and drank it down again, sighing as your body relaxed more and leaned against Killer's shoulder

You both sat down in silence as you both watched the crew go crazy, staying warm through both the alcohol and eachother

And soon enough, new bounty pictures of 'The Mysterious Captain Eustass Kid' were set up, instead of a man covered in a dark hood, it's now a woman with fiery red hair

#one piece x reader #one piece x female reader #eustass kid #female eustass kid #eustass kid is reader #killer x reader #killer x female reader #one piece killer #one piece killer x reader #one piece killer x female reader #eustass kid x killer #one piece eustass kid x killer

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bridgyrose · 5 months

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As a child, may befriended Cinder when her family stayed at the glass unicorn. They meet again during the fall of Atlas

“Why are you wearing that dress? You’re the heir to the Marigold name and you need to act like it!”

Cinder peeked around the corner and quietly watched a child get scolded for wearing a blue dress with brown trim. She thought child, but they seemed to be about as old as her, though everyone always considered her as only a child. Still, she couldnt help but watch this child as the parent walked away, still upset about the dress they were wearing. Once the child looked over at her, she quickly pulled away from the corner she was checking around, going back to scrubbing the floors as her “mother” had asked her to.

“I didnt expect to see someone around my age working here,” the child said as they made their way over to Cinder. “What’s your name?”

Cinder looked up, her arms shaking for a moment as she looked into the amber eyes that stared down at her. Then, she looked at the long, braided hair that seemed to stop just short of the child’s shoulders. “C-Cinder,” she answered, her voice a bit rough from the crying she had done before.

“I’m… May.”

Cinder noticed the hesitation in May’s voice while giving her name. Which seemed understandable considering her voice sounded more like some of the boys that came through with their fathers for some of the services the hotel offered. Though, Cinder didnt care much, going back to work scrubbing the floors. “You shouldnt talk to me. You’ll only get in trouble.”

“I dont care if I get into trouble.” May sat down next to Cinder and watched her work. “Mother only brought me because she needed to talk to her clients, but I’m not really interested in all of that. I want to help people, not tell them what to do.”

Cinder paused as she listened to May, squeezing the sponge in her hands. Listening to this girl made her blood boil, yet, she held herself back in fear of the trouble she’d cause. Still, it was different to hear someone who had everything handed to them want to be a huntress like she was training to be. “Like… like a huntress?”

May smiled a bit at the sound of the title. “Yeah, like a huntress. Though, mother and father would never allow me to do anything like that.”

“You could train with me.”

“Train with you?”

Cinder nodded and let go of the sponge, standing up with a small smile. “I’m training with a huntsman. He should be back from his mission tomorrow and I’m sure he can train you with me.”

“Alright, then I’ll be here tomorrow.”

Cinder smiled at May, then quickly went back to work as she heard footsteps coming from around the corner. She quickly started to scrub the floor again, dunking her sponge into her bucket as a woman came around for May.

“Mariener, quit bothering the help and come with me,” May’s mother said angrily.

Cinder looked up briefly from her bucket of water, watching as May gave a soft sight before following her mother. She winced as she heard a vase shatter on the ground behind her, slowly looking behind her to see her sisters smiling as they walked off. “At least I have training with May to look forward to,” she muttered to herself as she made her way to clean up the vase before the Madam could punish her.

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Cinder frowned as she saw May’s familiar blue hair, still braided tightly as the huntress helped direct people through the portals to Vacuo. After all those years, that girl had become a huntress. Part of her was happy that she had, but another part of her was angry that she had been the one to become a huntress. Of all the people to become a huntress, it had to be another one of Atlas’ elites, still getting in her way. Her eyes glanced at Ruby and her friends in the middle of the platforms, and then back to May. With a deep breath, she held out her hands as a bow of fire and obsidian appeared while her eyes burned, readying an arrow and letting it loose at May.

May winced and held her shoulder as she felt the arrow piece into her, burning and cauterizing the wound as it disappeared. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as she looked at where the arrow came from, freezing when she saw Cinder. “C-Cinder? Is… is that you?”

“Of course you get to be the huntress,” Cinder said as she rushed over to May, slamming her swords into May’s staff. “All you had to do was show up and train! No one ever cared what you did!”

May stepped back with each strike, feeling herself get pushed. “I cared about you! I looked for you after I found out about Rhodes’ death! I didnt know where you went!”

Cinder pushed herself back, the flames in her eyes starting to die down as she watched May defend herself. Of course she didnt know. No one ever knew. But even now that fueled the hate she felt for May, how she was allowed to continue to be a huntress while Cinder had to run for years. The flames in her eyes started to burn brightly once more as she struck out at May. “The madam attacked me! So I did what I had to to finally be free!”

May yelped as she pulled back, slamming her staff into the ground to keep herself from getting pushed back too far as her heels reached the edge of the platform. Her eyes caught the faint scarring around Cinder’s neck where her necklace used to be, finally realizing what happened. “You… you were pushed too far.”

“And when Rhodes found out, all I could do was run!” Cinder slammed her swords into May’s staff once more, pushing with all her might as she watched May’s feet slip. “And you didnt help.”

“I would’ve if I knew where you were!”

Cinder growled and broke May’s staff in half, melting through the metal with her own blades. She pressed a blade against May’s throat as the rest of the civilians made their way past, her hands shaking as she turned her head enough to watch Ruby and her friends make their way out through the portal. She pulled her blade away from May, huffing as she let it disappear. “Next time I see you, I wont be as kind.”

“Next time?” May asked.

Cinder didnt bother to answer, using her maiden powers to fly through the portal she had come through to watch Atlas fall. Tears welled up in her eyes for a moment as she thought back to the May she had known, the friend she thought she had when she was at the Glass Unicorn. As Atlas crashed into the ground and water started to flood the streets, Cinder wiped the tear away and started to make her way back to Evernight Castle.

#cinder fall #may marigold #drabbles #angsty drabbles #this was a fun idea #I might have to do more with it later

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lowlaif · 6 months

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Konpeito

never seen a star up close.

kinda wanna eat one.

and no, not one of those starlets hanging out in ridiculously overpriced LA villas - now finally available in "sustainable" minus an ecological footprint rivaling the size of their range rovers. the owner will fly in from two towns over so they get there early for their yearly yacht trip and ill activate adblock so palantir cant pester me with 50-euro airline ads to the maldives because shit, money is going to be a bit tight this month

i want to eat a star. actual heaps of gas and space dust and heat and whatdoiknow, im not a scientist, id rather not belie my words by googling the exact chemical configuration of something thats just bright and pacifying to me, something thatll melt on my tongue. 'm not even gonna chew. just gonna swallow it. the way i ate chocolate as a kid because relishing in something meant enough time for it to be taken away. the way i drink medicine because - if you gulp it down really quickly, it doesnt have time to taste bitter: anything can be honeyed milk if you clench your teeth hard enough

did you know thats what galaxy means anyway? milk? i wonder what galactical honey would be, then. whether id think its sweet or spicy, whether id like the taste or want to spit it out. if itd go down with well-rounded corners or lodge itself into my throat and stay there. fishbones. i also wonder whether astronauts ever feel scammed when they set foot on the ISS and realize theyre not going to bear witness to a sky made out of sparkling lights and silver threads and golden spots and rainbow clouds but rather just a sea so inky black it's going to make breathing difficult not just by lack of oxygen alone. earths much too reflective for any other luminescent object to be visible to the naked eye, ive been told, hence why youd just be looking at a planet so bright it surely hurts to stare at it, and i wonder what it feels like, being up there and gazing down only to be blinded when youre so used to looking up and squinting?

im homesick thinking of kids drawing earth into the upper right corner of their drawings. i dont actually know if theres stars up there though everybody tells me those pinprick lights are, and i cant breathe when im busy trying to figure out what exact level of depression the stale air around me tastes like. but something in my brain clicks when i think of shiny things and theres no empirical evidence that grabbing the sparkly stuff up above my head wont cure me so i want to, i want to, i want to. wanting always boils down to sinking your teeth into it and ive filed my canines far too often to fear the force of my bite now

people dance on the moon and i mimic their steps in my bedroom and though these are just small steps i dont know the names of the poor sods stuck on the ISS either, even though there's only been like 500 of them and they're all way better at living life than i am. my hands ghost over where i instinctively know the light switches of my flat are and wonder if up there somebody's got a nightlight, cheap plastic stars attached to their ceilings, one of those little projectors that put constellations on your walls. whether they ever have trouble sleeping and if yes, what the hell do they look up at then? who do they cast their wishes to?

never seen a star up close. never held one. but the concept is so familiar, so ingrained into whatever our shared consciousness is made out of, that i want with my molars. i itch to keep it in my tummy so it keeps me warm on the cold days and i only trust what i see so i want to look at it until my retinas burn, until the sound of the big bang echos in the confines of my brain. itll drown out all other unwanted thoughts and itll sing in the genetic make-up of my descendants long after my neighbours cant hear me sing in the shower anymore. ill cup my palms and pray into them. begging is easier when youre in position and im on my knees and i swear ill never run out of things to whisper to the radiant little ember in my hands because it is beautiful and because i like shiny things and because stars have always made us look up at them and

When I finally get my teeth on it and swallow it whole I'm sure a piece of the star will get lodged in my throat like. fishbones. in a last-ditch effort at vengeance. I'll spend the rest of my life attempting to choke it back up.

"I made it with love," I'll say after I finally managed to do so.

"Careful, it's hot."

#spilled ink #spilled thoughts #poetry #words #musings

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extremelyputridfishbreath · 11 months

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🖊 + whoever that funky little experimental penguins lookin oc is

ask and ye shall receive...here's an older piece of it

like i mentioned in the tags of my last post with it, box creator is not mine! i'm not sure if this is the origin point of it, but players have been posting about it's alleged existance since at least 2009 before it eventually faded into obscurity. here's some posts about it which you can see here, here, and here!

i modeled it's newer design after richard scarry's illustrations (the author of the busytown stories) and as for the zoot suit? i thought it'd be both funny and that it'd make sense for it to wear clothing some might find "outdated" these days

so, my take on box creator? well ah, if you've ever watched a show about talking colorful horses...depending on how far you got, you might know about the tree of harmony, particularly how it protected their home (before it exploded to death and got revived but thats another story). it ah, took on the form of one of the main characters to communicate with others, and in that way i imagine box creator operates similarly. while it did not create the box dimension, it acts as an extension of it, and places box portals just about anywhere in order for it to spread...whether thats a good thing or not to you, just know that the box dimension is canonically dangerous :)

it takes the form of a penguin to make others more comfortable, but it doesn't see itself as one. penguins and box dimensioners alike still find it off-putting regardless. but considering how ah, it lacks pupils and towers over most (it's height is comparable to extant penguins rather than currently living species) it's not hard to imagine why

it can open it's beak to speak, but generally doesn't. when it does though, it tends to be offsync with their words...not unlike a jankily animated 3d model. i'm not 100% but i imagine it sounds like g man

it doesn't emote much, either through body language or through it's voice. it always sounds monotone, and so whenever it does emote can be...unnerving and comes off as forced

generally it just sets out box portals which tend to multiply/spread if left unattended. while box portals made by less powerful box dimensioners don't spread much (if at all), it's portals do if not broken right away. sometimes BC is spotted by penguins or other box dimensioners placing down the box portals, hence their nickname! speaking of names, it doesn't have one. just the nickname it was given, and it doesn't really feel the need to make one for themself and answers to box creator just fine

it 'lives' in a box dimension different to the bright purple one, that's more akin to a black void with uncountable stacks of boxes littered around it, almost in a mazelike fashion. while it doesn't need to eat or even drink, i imagine theres a little living quarters made out of cardboard deeper inside that it made after observing what the homes of penguins and box dimensioners look like

if you're familiar with weird/dreamcore aesthetic, you might know about those pesky black voids (and if you dont, here's an example underneath). BC will sometimes create them to travel between places rather than placing box portals, but after a certain someone got too curious and went inside after coming across one, and ah...may or may not have accidentally got standed in america of all places after trying to escape BC by going through an unmarked box portal... yeaaaaah they use boxes to travel unless they're sure nobody's around to go snoopin'

sadly (for scrabble) box creator did not go looking for him. but obviously he didnt die so clearly it was the right call and it was right to not check :)

BC does not interact much with others on a personal level, but out everyone they commune with dogear and gambit the most: dogear because he will take up the mantle of protecting the box dimension like his parent, the original box dragon does someday, and gambit because they caught it's attention (in the bad way) trying to save the world from herbert fucking everything up with time travel.

gambit is the only penguin to witness box creator angry!

but thankfully they managed to smooth things over and are acquaintances now :) herbert is lucky not to visit the box dimension often, though...because otherwise that could get ugly fast. lets just say box creator doesn't cope well with people doing things that disrupt the ...for lack of better words, "natural" order of the box dimension!

#club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #club penguin #box creator

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underratedandoverit · 11 months

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that scream i hear

651 words

i mean technically its orangekip i guess. belt corruption arc/immortal fears. i just poured this out of me in like twenty minutes so i can cleanse myself up from bad brain before i go to bed. its angst, i guess with a somewhat content ending. if it doesnt make sense i dont care, not all things can be bangers but im gonna post this anyways

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“I hate you!”

Eyes staring up at the dark ceiling, Kip slowly gained control of his body again. His throat felt dry, he could barely move his fingers, the floor underneath his back felt cold. The sensations were all hitting at the same time, almost paralyzing him all over again.

Kip blinked slowly.

“Fuck you!”

He did remember those words, he could hear them echoing around the room in his own voice. Kip had no idea how long had passed since that moment, but he could feel the tension still lingering.

Slowly his hand rose up from the floor, the arm following it, lifting the shaky hand in front of his face. He was barely able to focus on it, watching the little driblets of blood falling from it. They were hitting him directly in the face, but Kip didn’t care. He didn’t remember cutting himself, but the wound looked fresh. Still stinging a little bit too.

“I fucking hate you!”

The hand lowered down on his chest, leaving a bloody hand print behind, no doubt. Kip couldn’t remember how he got here, what had happened. All he could remember was the disappointment in Cassidy’s eyes, his own words screaming at both him and Kip himself, not really being sure who those words were ultimately aimed at.

He could hear the door opening, but Kip didn’t respond. The barely aware blond just laid on the floor, feeling the floorboards shake a little as the footsteps got closer to him. He didn’t respond back to the calls of his name, or look directly at him as Cassidy knelt down, hovering above him.

They both remained silent, Cassidy’s eyes leaving his unresponsive face to track down to the hand on his chest, wincing a little bit at the sight of the blood. He was hesitant to do anything though, having seen Kip already throw himself into a frenzy over his attempt once, leaving some more broken dishes and a couple of bruises behind over a mere touch of his hand. Cassidy’s eyes darted between Kip’s hand in desperate need of care and his blank face a couple of times, finally leaning over some more in order to try to make eye contact.

“Hey.”

Kip blinked, but looked right past him to the ceiling. He wasn’t sure what this state was, but he was exhausted. He just didn’t know why, it all felt very foreign to him. He didn’t remember how he got to the floor, which room this even was, what had happened.

All he could hear were his own words echoing in his mind, radiating with hate.

“We really need to patch you up.”

Cassidy could remember that talking helped. Or at least that was what he had been told a few times in the past, how people had pulled him out of a state similar to this. Not that any of his friends ever recorded him having violent tendencies towards others than himself, but the end result was the same.

Exhaustion. Non-communication. He was going to be stuck here, on the floor, in this state, until someone helped him move along.

“I hate you!”

But did he though…?

Kip’s eyes slowly traveled away from the ceiling, trying their best to focus on the friendly pair of blue eyes looking back at him. The sound that came out of him was barely a whisper, but it was more than enough for Cassidy, as he watched Kip carefully lift the hand up again, pressing it against Cassidy’s chest.

“…Help.”

Cassidy just nodded, offering Kip a soft smile he barely registered, before moving onto the patchwork, clearly having come in prepared for this task. Kip’s eyes traveled back to the ceiling, the almost scarily familiar numbness washing over him as he barely felt Cassidy cleaning up his wounds, as much as it would usually sting.

“I fucking hate you!”

But…

But he didn’t though.

#drabble #setting: belt corruption arc #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #ship: orangekip #no tags sorry i dont think this deserves them. im just gonna go to bed read this or dont i dont care its. literally whatever #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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