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omgsquee2001 · 4 years

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I’m Here Now; Nami x Sister Reader

~Nami’s POV~

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I sighed for about the forth time that day. I was leaning against the railing of the Thousand Sunny, looking out across the ocean, feeling the cool breeze brush though my long orange hair. I was thinking about my little sister, who was related to me by blood. Bel-Mere had rescued Nojiko, [Y/N] and I from the town that was destroyed in the midst of the battle between the pirates and the marines Bel-Mere was stationed under. Arlong and his pirates took [Y/N] away from us when he killed Bel-Mere and we never saw our beloved little sister again. To be honest, I had forgotten about my sister until Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and Usopp saved me from the clutches of Arlong. Said people were doing what they normally were. Sanji was cooking lunch for the crew, Chopper, Luffy and Usopp were playing their normal game of tag on deck, Brook was playing different songs he knew, Franky was doing his SUPPER pose, causing the three players to stop and gawk in awe and Zoro was training, like always. Robin was sitting in her lawn chair, reading her book. She looked up at me.

“Nami-San, is everything alright?” She asked. All the commotion stopped, the crew looking at me with worry behind their eyes.

“I’m fine. Just tired of being on the sea,” I said, not looking at the ravenette. “We should be reaching an island soon, then we can rest and stock up on everything we need.” I said, turning around and smiling. Robin could tell the smile was forced. Luffy smiled and started drooling.

“Meat! That means we can get more meat, right, Sanji?” He asked as the cook came out with lunch. He nodded.

“Yeah that’s right,” hearts formed in his eyes and he floated over to Robin and I. “Here you are, Nami-Swan, Robin-Chwan!” He shouted.

I smiled and took the food. I looked up to the sky. ‘I wonder, if I ever did find [Y/N], would she like to join our crew?’ I thought.

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~[Y/N]’s POV~

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I sighed and smiled, brushing off the sweat from my forehead, looking at the vast ocean that lay before my cozy home. I had just finished planting more flowers in my outside garden bed and headed inside. I washed my hands to clean them of all the dirt. I poured myself a glass of water, and then walked outside, sitting on the bench on my porch. I sighed and took a deep breath of the afternoon air. The smell of the sea calmed my racing thoughts of the things I needed to do today. The sea reminded me of my older sister, Nami. I didn’t remember much about Nami, except for the fact that she wanted to travel the world and draw sea and land charts. After the Arlong Pirates had invaded, they killed my mother and took me away from my sisters, selling me as a slave. An elderly woman bought me, but then immediately set me free, allowing me to live with her as her granddaughter. Her name was Eve. After Eve died, I still lived in her house to this day, taking care of it and the flowers I had helped her plant many years before, adding new ones once the old ones died. I saw two small figures running up to my house. I smiled. They were some neighborhood kids that I took care of when their father and mother were away. Their names were Leo and Leah, twins. Fear was evident in their brown eyes as they stopped before me. I frowned. “Leo, Leah? What is it?” I asked, standing up and kneeling before the two. Leo was the first to speak.

“[Y/N]! Pirates are here! They’re at the docks right now!” He shouted. I frowned. Our village had a history with pirates, and not a good one. Most of the pirates that came here were looking only for trouble, only coming here for me. After Eve died, I ate the Element Element Devil Fruit, allowing me to control all the elements. Water, earth, fire and air. This also came along with the sub elements. Because of this, tons of pirates came to our village looking to recruit me or to take me to sell as a slave. I was the villagers’ protector. I faced off against even the most powerful pirates and won.

“Which pirates? The Kid Pirates? The Heart Pirates? The Whitebeard Pirates?” I asked. Some of the pirates that stopped at our island village weren’t looking for trouble at all. The Whitebeard Pirates and the Heart Pirates had no interest in me or my powers. They had stopped at the village for supplies and rest. They never caused any trouble or hurt anyone. The Kid Pirates, however, were looking to recruit me for my powers. This did not sit well with me. I challenged Kid, telling him that if he won, I would go with him peacefully and with no complaints. But if I won, he would leave and never bother me or my village again. And I won. Leah looked at me.

“The Strawhat Pirates!” She shouted. My eyes widened. Now these pirates would be trouble. Everyone has heard of the notorious Strawhat Crew. They had defeated the Arlong Pirates, Don Krieg, Tin-Plate Wapol, Sir Crocodile and his Baroque Works Organization in Alabasta. They were known through out the world. And now they were coming to our island? Not on my watch! I looked at the twins.

“You two get home and stay there until I tell you it’s alright to come out, do you understand,” I asked. They nodded and rushed home. I clenched my hands into fists. I looked to the docks, staring intently at the skull and crossbones with the straw-hat. I narrowed my eyes. “Abatā(Avatar).” My eyes glowed white.

I slowly walked down to the docks. This should be a piece of cake for me. But then again, the Strawhats did manage to take down the most powerful pirates in the sea.

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(A little earlier

Nami’s POV)

My friends and I anchored at the docks of the small island. As we walked down, I noticed that the whole town seemed empty when we walked down the ramp, the villagers peaking out from their windows and doors, keeping them locked. I frowned and fell into step with Zoro and Robin.

“Does this village seem, afraid of us?” I asked. Robin glanced around and nodded.

“This place does have a feeling of fear and distrust.” She said quietly. A pebble was thrown at Zoro’s head. He flinched.

“Ow,” he rubbed his head. The crew stopped and he looked behind him. There were two kids. The little girl was pulling her brother back, trying to run away. The little boy picked up another pebble. Zoro glared at the kids.

“What was that for?” He asked. The boy flinched at the swordsman’s glare, but frowned, putting on a brave face and standing in front of his younger twin, trying to protect her.

“We don’t like pirates here! You’re all nothing but trouble!” He shouted. The little girl pulled his arm again. We looked at the kids in confusion.

“Leo, stop it! We don’t know that they’re actually here to cause trouble, or here for Big Sister.” She said. Leo glanced back at his sister.

“I don’t care, Leah. That’s what the other pirates did!” He said. Leah sighed. Usopp frowned.

“Other pirates?” He asked. The twins ignored the sharpshooter.

“Let’s just go and get [Y/N]. She’ll handle the situation.” Leah said and the two ran off. I suddenly froze. That name. No, it couldn’t be the same [Y/N]. Was my sister really here? My little sister? It couldn’t be. A few seconds later, the sea started to churn violently. Usopp and Chopper looked back in fear.

“Uh, guys, does the ocean normally act this wild?” Usopp asked. Sanji frowned, taking a drag from his cigar and blowing out.

“Not unless someone has the power to control the sea.” He said. Franky frowned.

“Looks like we’ll have to prepare for a not-so-supper fight.” He said. I gripped my pole. Robin positioned her arms across her chest. Zoro gripped his swords. Luffy looked clueless as ever, just looking for a place with meat. Sanji was prepared to use his kick. Brook prepared his music to make illusions. Usopp and Chopped held each other, shaking in fear. A girl, about nineteen, walked out from the narrow dirt road. Her [h/l] [h/c] hair was swaying in the wind, her eyes glowing white. My eyes widened. I recognized that hair. An image of a young girl with [e/c] eyes and [h/c] hair flashed before my eyes. Besides the glow, the girl looked just like my little sister, [Y/N]. I lowered her pole. I slowly walked up to the girl, as to not frighten her. The girl raised her hands and rocks went straight to them. Moving her fingers, the rocks circled the girl’s hands.

“[Y-Y/N]?” I whispered. The girl’s eyes widened, and she pushed her fists together. Rock formed around me, trapping me. Luffy frowned, finally getting the seriousness of the situation.

“Hey! Let go of our friend!” He shouted. I frowned. I didn’t want my friends to attack this girl, if she was indeed the [Y/N] I remembered.

“Don’t,” I said. My friends frowned, still ready to attack if necessary. “I’ll handle this.” I said, not looking at her crew. The girl frowned.

“How do you know my name?” She asked. Her voice was a mixture of her soft voice and other voices, making it sound deep and commanding. I frowned.

“Do you not remember me, little sister?” I asked quietly. My crew’s jaws fell to the ground in surprise.

“LITTLE SISTER?!” They shouted, mostly the boys, Robin’s face returned to normal, she smiled. She then realized why I had looked so down. It was because I missed my sister. [Y/N] frowned, then cupped my cheek, then ran her fingers through my long red hair. Her fingertips ran gently along my eyelids, then down my nose then along my lips, taking in all of my facial features. Tears came to [Y/N]’s eyes and the rock cage fell, releasing me. She didn’t move.

“N-Nami? Is that really you?” [Y/N] whispered. I nodded, unable to keep the tears from falling down my face.

“Y-yes, [Y/N]. It’s really me.” I pulled my sister into a hug. [Y/N] slowly wrapped her arms around me, crying.

“T-they told me you were dead! T-they said Arlong killed you all! I-I thought I had lost you, Nojiko and Bel-Mere,” [Y/N] sobbed. I cried as well. Tears of happiness and sadness. Happiness in finally finding my sister. Sadness in remembering the kind woman who had taken the three in, calling them her daughters. “I-I was so scared. S-so alone!” She kept sobbing. I smiled, tears still falling. I stroked my sister’s smooth hair. I then uttered the words that Eve had said to her when she had set [Y/N] free, causing more tears to fall.

“There’s no need to be scared any more. You’re safe. You’re free. I’m here now.”

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haledamage · 4 years

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Breakfast at Haley’s

A coffee date between two detectives just before the start of Book 2, OR two best friends sit in a cafe and talk about boys. Kira Kingston is mine, Abigail Jenings belongs to @queen-scribbles <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAIT!!! I was going to post this tomorrow for your actual birthday, but my internet’s gonna be down, so have a slightly early present :)

It was late morning, but quiet enough in Haley’s Bakery that Abigail and Kira managed to grab a window table. They sat in companionable silence, watching the town go about its business like nothing had changed, the murders only a couple months ago already fading from collective memory. Only the two women at the table truly knew just how much had changed.

Haley delivered their drinks and pastries before wandering off to take another order, and once she was gone Kira finally broke the silence. “It’s too fucking quiet here now,” she admitted reluctantly.

Abigail grinned, wrapping her hands around her coffee mug to let the warmth seep into her fingers. “Kira Kingston, complainin’ about th’ quiet! Wonders never cease.”

“Oh, sod off, Red,” Kira said, but there was no heat behind it. “You know what I mean.”

“You miss ‘em.” AJ didn’t need to say who ‘they’ were. Neither of them seemed to be able to think about much else besides ‘them.’

“Maybe,” Kira muttered to her lemon scone. “I didn’t say it.”

Abigail chuckled at her friend’s sour tone. “I miss ‘em too. Apartment’s too empty now, with just th’ two of us.” She took a bite of her chocolate chip muffin and glanced subtly around the bakery, making sure no one was close enough to listen in. “Have y’ heard anythin’ since…”

Kira shook her head. “No. Not even from Mum.” She leaned across the table, dropping her voice. “It’s all very suspicious, innit? What do you think they’re up to?”

“Dunno,” Abigail said with a shrug, tugging idly at a loose curl. “They said they’re stayin’ in town, right? T’ keep us safe. So they’ll be back soon.”

“I hope so. Though not as much as you do, I think,” Kira said slyly, taking a sip of her tea to hide her grin as she added, as casually as possible, “So you and Nate, hmm?”

“What?!” AJ sat up so quickly the table wiggled, making her coffee slosh in her mug, though it didn’t quite spill over. Her face turned almost as red as her hair. “How did--what are--did he say somethin’?”

“He didn’t have to. I hope you don’t think you’re being subtle, the way you stare at each other. I can see the little cartoon hearts in your eyes. It’s adorable. And nauseating.” Despite the bite to her words, Kira smiled warmly at Abigail and her clear infatuation. If anyone in the world would ever be good enough for her in Kira’s mind, it would be Nate. Still, someone had to say it and she knew Agent Jenings wouldn’t, so she added, “If he breaks your heart, I’ll kick his arse. Vampire superhealing be damned.”

“He wouldn’t,” AJ said immediately.

“No. But if he does.” Kira nudged the toe of Abigail’s boot with her own. “C’mon, AJ. Spill. You’re dying to talk about him, I know it.”

“Alright, you asked for it.” Abigail chuckled and took a drink of her coffee and then the floodgates opened. “But, I mean, you know him, Kir. He has t’ be th’ sweetest person I’ve ever met. He’s so nice--genuinely nice, not fakin’ or anythin’--t’ darn near ev’ryone I’ve ever seen him meet, an’ he’s so charmin’ and sincere about it. An’ he really cares about people, doesn’t want them hurt. He’s so empathetic, ‘specially with those eyes…” She sighed wistfully, her own dark blue eyes shining. “He has the best eyes, Kira. They’re all warm an’ carin’ an’ the most beautiful brown on God’s green earth, an’ when we’re talkin’ he looks at me like I’m th’ only thing that matters, an’ he makes me feel all special--which no one’s ever done before, not like this.”

Kira nodded encouragingly, though she knew AJ didn’t need encouragement on this particular subject.

Sure enough, she continued, a wide and happy smile spreading over her face as she did. “An’ the looks don’t hurt--you know I like tall guys, an’ those shoulders--but they’re just icin’ on th’ cake. He’s gorgeous an’ strong an’ that plays second fiddle to him bein’ so open and sweet. It’s the kindness an’ compassion an’ deep brown eyes that got me. Oh, an’ his smile. His smile makes me all warm an’ gooey inside, an’ not just ‘cause I’m fallin’ for him harder’n a rotted tree in a storm.”

She paused long enough to take another drink of her coffee. “It just…. immediately puts you at ease, makes you feel safe, yeah? Safe an’ valued an’ like you have his undivided attention however long you want it. An’ I want it a real long time. He’s just so wonderful, Kir.” She gestured to the huge, giddy grin still on her face. “Can’t stop smilin’ whenever I so much as think of him. An’ I don’t want to, neither.”

Kira chuckled, unable to keep from smiling herself at Abigail’s infectious joy. “Oh, is that all? Don’t hold back on my account,” she teased.

AJ blushed, drawing a random pattern on the tabletop with her finger. “Well, there’s also th’ way he always knows what t’ say when people are mad or upset or other… emotionally fraught situations and checks with me if he thinks he’s makin’ me th’ least bit uncomfortable--he never is--oh, an’ his hands.” She flexed her own fingers almost subconsciously, like she could almost feel Nate’s hand in hers, but she didn’t elaborate further.

Kira was grateful. She hadn’t given much thought to Nate’s hands before, it seemed like a weird time to do so now.

“Wow.” She smirked and made a show of checking the time on her phone. “You sure that’s it, Red? We’ve still got a few minutes before we’re due to be at the station.”

Abigail chuckled, curling her hands around her coffee mug again. “You asked. Twice.” Her sweet, smitten smile turned playful. “An’ now that I’ve let m’ mouth an’ heart run away with me again, your turn, yeah? What about you an’ Adam?”

Kira scoffed, but she blushed at the same time. “Don’t be daft. There’s no me and Adam. He’s made that very goddamn clear. Doesn’t matter what I feel about it, it isn’t up to me.”

“You don’t see the way he looks at you when y’ aren’t lookin’,” AJ said encouragingly, trying to get her normally closed off friend to open up a bit. She knew she needed to, and just as much she knew that it would take a bit of a push for it to happen.

“Well, no, I wouldn’t, would I?” Kira said, a little sharper than she intended. Then, in a tiny voice, speaking more to the table than to her friend, she added, “How… how does he look at me?”

“Th’ same way I look at Nate.”

“Really?” Kira hated how hopeful that single word sounded. She scowled at no one in particular - or at least, no one in the bakery; it wasn’t hard to figure out who she would be scowling at, if he were there. “Ugh. He’s the most pig-headed, arrogant bastard I’ve ever met. I’m glad you shot him. I should have fucking shot him.”

“An’ you’re in love with him,” Abigail said plainly. One of them had to say it.

“And I’m in love with him.” It took a second for the words to sink in, and when they did Kira covered her face with both hands and groaned. "Oh fuck, I am, aren’t I? How do I make it stop?"

Abigail reached across the table to pat Kira on the arm. "I don’t think it works like that."

Kira was quiet for a long time, long enough that AJ started to wonder if she was going to say anything at all, but she waited her out, eating her muffin in silence while she put her thoughts together.

"He’s got the prettiest eyes," Kira muttered all of a sudden, as if the words escaped against her will. But once she started talking, she couldn't seem to stop. "You know wintergreen’s always been my favorite color. I didn’t know eyes came in that color. And have you seen his arms? Those are good arms to have. And his jawline might as well have been chiseled out of marble, just… fucking perfect." She paused, chipping restlessly at her nail polish, leaving a neat pile of black lacquer on her napkin. "And I… feel safe with him. Like nothing bad could happen as long as he’s there. Obviously, that’s not true, if it was, Murphy wouldn’t have… but it still feels that way, you know?"

"It’s just--I’m--he’s--fuck!" She dropped her head onto the table with a dull thud, but only stayed there a second before sitting up again. "When he looks at me, it’s like the rest of the world just disappears. Like it’s just him and me. And sometimes it’s so intense I can barely breathe. Just from him looking at me! If he ever touched me--like, actually touched me, with intention, not just when he’s trying to protect me--I might literally combust."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "I could live a thousand years and never feel as special as I do when Adam smiles at me." She covered her face again. "Oh god, that’s awful. If I start reciting poetry, hit me with something."

“Y' know I'm not gonna do that,” Abigail chuckled. She bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a smile. “It's not such a bad thing, havin' feelin's for someone. Y' might even like it if y' try.”

“It doesn’t bloody matter anyway, does it? He doesn’t want me. Or he doesn’t want to want me. There was a moment when I thought, maybe…” Kira’s light brown eyes were distant, full of something an awful lot like longing. Then she shook her head, and it was gone, “but nevermind. Whatever. I think he’d be happy if he never saw me again. If he didn’t have me around complicating things for him.”

AJ shook her head. “You don’ believe that, Kir,” she murmured gently.

“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s fine, I’ve accepted it.” Kira combed her fingers through her hair as she slouched down in her chair. “Can we go back to talking about you and Nate? Or, like, fucking absolutely anything else?”

“How ‘bout Felix an’ Mason?” AJ finally unleashed the smile she’d been holding back.

“Felix is great,” Kira said immediately, relieved in the change in subject. “He’s what you’d be if you woke up one day and stopped caring about what people think about you.”

“Funny.” Abigail arched an eyebrow playfully, her grin widening to match it. “I was gonna say the same about you an’ Mason. Y’ even dress alike.”

Kira smirked and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, I’ve seen him wear at least one red shirt. That’s too much color for me.”

Abigail’s phone beeped and a second later Kira’s buzzed as well. They reached for them in sync. “That’ll be Tina, I s’ppose. Looks like breakfast is over.”

They quickly finished their coffee and tea and pastries. AJ took their empty mugs and plates up to the counter while Kira took their trash to the bin and then Kira held the door for them both as they waved goodbye to Haley and stepped out into the cool morning streets.

Abigail linked her arm into Kira’s as they fell into step together for the walk to the police station. “Thanks for listenin’, Kir.”

“Anytime. Really. You can talk to me about Nate anytime you want, as much as you want.” She squeezed her arm fondly. “I’ll bitch and moan about it, but I won’t mean it. I’m just jealous you won the emotional availability lottery when it comes to hot vampires.”

AJ lit up with a bright smile and an even brighter blush. “I did, didn’t I?” They walked the rest of the way to work in comfortable silence except for occasionally greeting people who said hello as they passed. Only when they arrived at the front door did she draw Kira to a stop, waiting until she met her eyes to gently say, “Y’ know you can talk t’ me about Adam anytime too, yeah?”

“I know.” Kira smiled warmly, then slipped her arm out of Abigail’s to wrest the door open. “But don’t get your hopes up, Red, I doubt there’ll be anything worth talking about.”

Abigail chuckled, her smile knowing as she followed Kira into the station. “We’ll see about that.”

#kira kingston #abigail jenings #aj/nate #kira/adam #the wayhaven chronicles #HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAIT!!!!#I hope this was worth the wait and that I did your girl justice #yes I kept all of aj’s big I-love-nate rant she deserves to rant she’s the best #no I don’t know how the big game moments would work with two detectives just MST3K motto and carry on #I love these ladies and their grandma apartment and their sun/moon dynamic and their VERY DIFFERENT romances #yes the ‘those are good arms to have’ line is from buffy I couldn’t help myself

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luigis-love · 5 years

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SOUL MATE WORDS VI

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

@chiccolofans

CHAPTER 06

KISS ME

NOTE. SORRY FOR THE DELAY. MY DAD WAS IN THE HOSPITAL, AND WELL.. YOU KNOW, THINGS GET DIFFICULT WHEN THAT HAPPENS. THANKFULLY, HE IS BETTER AND AT HOME NOW.

PICCOLO

The namek looked at the table and tapped his finger on the table cloth, wondering how long it would take Gohan to figure out that he had forgotten his folder with all his papers to the school inscription.

Chichi had not noticed, luckily she was outside fussing with the laundry or something like that.

The sound of kinton at full speed allowed the namek to know that the teenager was back, he stormed the kitchen, took the folder from the spread arm of his father figure, gave him a stupid smile that was a copy of the ones Goku used to make and ran out again.

- Mr. Piccolo, Mr. Piccolo!

The door re opened, and this time, it showed a small copy of the strongest saiyan of the universe, the boy came shaking a book in the air, and the namek moved his chair to allow the boy to jump and sit on his leg.

- Look! You remember we were reading this book about birds?

- Yeah, I remember.

There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he would forget something that happened… last night.

- Well, I took the book to the nest I told you about! And it turns out…

Goten kept talking like there was no tomorrow, showing his notes, drawings, maps, book and everything to Piccolo, who could not avoid to listen to the child like he was unraveling the secrets of the universe.

The sound of steps made him move casually a finger and the door opened to let Chichi in, she smiled, a basket of clean laundry in her arms, and went in. The door closed behind her without a sound.

- …BUT THERE WAS AN EGG MISSING MR. PICCOLO!!

Piccolo fake gasped and the child started waving his arms in all directions while still going with his story. He was not as smart as Gohan had been at his age, but he was indeed smart. It made the green alien so proud to see his boy so engrossed in those topics and using real book facts to back up his knowledge. He had spent hours… long, long hours teaching him, being his master in more than one field, a nice perk that came from being a god for so long.

He looked up at Chichi, who had left the basket in a chair and was watching the events unfold.

She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

CHICHI

She screamed in pain. The doctors had offered some drugs to deal with the pain, but she denied. She had had Gohan the natural way, and this second child was going to be the same.

However, there was something that she truly needed.

She arched, screeched like a proud banshee and called for the one thing she wanted in that difficult moment.

- PICCOLO!!!!

The door banged open and the nurses jumped scared, from outside, someone said “Sir, you can´t go in there!” someone mentioned to “Call security” but it was completely impossible for any of them to stop him.

In a short second, Piccolo knelt down next to her and took her hand, she whimpered while the pain made her moan between rapid breaths.

- It hurts, Piccolo… it… it was not like this with G-Gohan… what if... what if…

- Nothing is wrong Chichi, nothing.

Security came, but the doctor inside stopped them. It was not the first time he saw a stubborn mother saying “no” to the pain drugs, and it was not the first concerned mate, husband, boyfriend or whatever that he saw being supportive of the mother in labor while being an ass to the hospital personal. So he signed and just asked the nurse to give him some proper attire… which he doubted they had, since the guy was big as a mountain.

It took way too long, Piccolo stayed by her side, holding her hand and promising she was going to be ok, she and the baby. And she believed him.

The first time, she had done this alone, in her house with a midwife, it had been painful, but not like this… and now… now Piccolo was there, holding her.

For a second, she knew that if Goku had been alive, he would have been training somewhere in the planet and would not have even been there. The fact that he was around when Gohan was born had been almost a miracle, since her water broke while they were having dinner.

With a Spartan cry and a final push, with her forehead covered in sweat and a mess of blood and other liquids covering her lower body, Chichi gave birth to her second son, who after a few seconds, started to cry with a mighty pair of lungs that made Piccolo wince, since it seemed that now Chichi´s screeches had found a rival.

- It´s a boy.

Piccolo said, and his voice trembled for a second. His eyes were glued to the tiny thing being cleaned by the doctors.

- Chichi, is a boy.

She hiccupped and laughed and cried and closed her eyes.

She was so, so tired. She missed Piccolo´s eyes on her. Missed how he admired just how beautiful she looked through his warrior´s eyes, seeing a woman who just won a battle of life and death, a victory of her own, a warrior way stronger than him in a battle that he would never face… he could, of course, but he wondered if he would ever dare to challenge the amazing feat she had just done before his eyes.

- I have someone who wants to meet you, Sir.

Piccolo turned around at the nurse, who was holding a small bundle in her arms. He panicked, he was terrified that he was going to just destroy this very tiny being in his monstrous arms and he would vanish from existence.

But before he could say or think, or do anything to back away, his arms spread before him and he received him, and cuddled him against his chest.

Chichi blinked tiredly, and looked at the scene of Piccolo holding a baby, th-her baby, for the very first time in his life.

- Chichi, I… I… he…

She was able to see the exact moment when Piccolo silently bowed himself to the child. To rise him protect him, love him, die for him if necessary. She saw it happen, and she believed in him, she silently vowed herself not to ever separate him from th-her… her little one.

Piccolo knelt and offered her the baby, she took him in her arms and saw the tiny, red and puffy face of her new born son.

- Hello there… hi… hi baby boy…

The baby whimpered, making them smile.

- Look at him Piccolo… he is so small…

And he definitely was. Compared to Piccolo, he was just tiny, barely bigger than his emerald hands.

- Hello Goten… Hello… I am your mommy.

Without even thinking, Piccolo embraced Chichi, and she cuddled up to him, looking for his warmth, his protection… she turned around and smiled brightly, and he kissed her forehead.

PICCOLO

The phone in the living room rang and Chichi went to answer it, while Piccolo was working in a few sums with Goten in the kitchen table.

- Goten? It´s for you.

- Oh wow! I wonder who it is!

The namek rolled his eyes in amusement. The one and only person who called Goten was Trunks. The fact that he still wondered who was calling him by phone was just hilarious.

Chichi came over and took the notebook, quickly reviewing the work made by her two men. She smiled when she saw that Goten´s writing was slowly coming better, it didn´t look like ink spaghetti anymore. It was at least… understandable.

- MOOOOOM! TRUNKS WANTS TO KNOW IF I CAN GO TO HIS HOUSE AND STAY THE NIGHT!

- Is Bulma ok with that?

- I DON´T KNOW, LET ME ASK!!!

Piccolo and Chichi stared at each other for a few seconds, and the answer came.

- MOOOOM, BULMA SAID THAT IT IS OK!

- Then yes sweetie, you can go to visit Trunks.

- YEEEEY, THANK YOU MOM! HEY TRUNKS….

The human woman fell on the chair, wondering how was Gohan doing in the inscription to Orange School. It was a shame that Trunks had not called a couple of hours ago, or her oldest son could have taken his brother to Capsule Corp and then went to the college. But still, it was what it was.

The child came and hugged his mother, thanking her for the permission. Then he jumped over to clean his studying materials, hugged Piccolo and went away to put (or throw) everything in his bedroom.

The namek stood when Goten came back, Chichi held him and kissed him goodbye, telling him to be good, to behave, not to get in troubles, NOT TO ANNOY VEGETA…

- Come on boy.

Piccolo advanced with Goten, Chichi went after them.

In the backyard, the namek looked at the blue sky and then at the kid.

- Be careful, ok brat?

- Yes Mr. Piccolo.

- Remember to call your mother when you arrive to Capsule Corp.

- Yes Mr. Piccolo.

- And don´t give troubles.

- Yes Mr. Piccolo.

- I hope so.

Goten floated and cuddled himself with arms and legs over Piccolo´s wide torso, he patted his back, a faint purple touching the tips of his ears.

- Come on, be gone now.

- Sure!

He mid jumped in the air and then took speed. Piccolo looked with pride how the child went away in the air, something he taught him to do barely a year before, and the kid was good at it.

- BYE MR. PICCOLOOOOOO, BYE MOOOOM

He screamed from across the distance, in a matter of seconds, he disappeared. He kept looking at the distance… and a small hand curled around his waist, and a head rested against his ribcage.

He casually hugged her back.

CHICHI

The dishes were piled in a quite dangerous form in the sink, and Chichi signed. It had been Gohan´s sixteen birthday party. It was late, very late, and now that everyone was gone, the children were happily sleeping, and the house was quiet, she was able to look at the all mighty disaster the entire house was in.

She signed and pulled up her sleeves to start washing dishes, because there was no way in hell that she was going to allow all of this mess to see the light of the morning. Chichi heard a noise outside and she perked up. Closed the water that she had just opened and peeked outside.

There was Piccolo, with a big black trash bag picking up items from the floor, plastic cups from the tables, smashed pieces of cake, and everything was going to the bag. He looked up for a second and stared at her at the window, and said nothing, he just kept cleaning.

The raven haired woman couldn´t hold a few tears in her eyes. And without a word, she went back to wash the dishes.

Almost an hour later, the door opened and Piccolo went inside. She was almost done, and he went to the living room, a broom in one hand and a garbage collector in the other.

She followed him almost fifteen minutes later with a mop and a cube of water.

At almost four in the morning, the house was sparkling clean.

Piccolo sat in the couch with a groan, and Chichi fell on the couch right beside him.

Not caring much about property or whatever thing her brain could come out with, Chichi placed her legs on the couch and snuggled against Piccolo, who maybe unconsciously accommodated himself to make her more comfortable.

It took a few minutes of very comfortable silence for both of them to realize the position they were in, but instead of freaking out, Chichi just… allowed it. She raised her hand and took one of Piccolo´s, and she dedicated to play with his four green fingers, bending them, comparing the size of their hands, making a fist, touching his sharp nails…

Eventually, the hand she was playing with became quite heavy, and she felt a soft rumble above her head. Piccolo was sleeping… she was sleepy too… and so comfortable.

So she encircled his arm around her and closed her eyes, her face partially on his chest, almost on his hearth, and her back warmly pressed against him.

It felt nice…

PICCOLO

When? He wondered, did they started to develop such a… mutual, calm, and accepted intimacy?

When did she start to casually hug him? When did he start to sit by her side while she cleaned the dishes so she had someone to talk to while doing something only she did? When did she start to casually touch him, to casually caress her cheek, or allow her hand to linger a little too much when patting his arm?

When did he start to feel such joy from the small little things with her?

His chest ached, his soul mark was warm under the fake layer of skin… probably warning him about him making a mistake with someone that was not his soul mate. Well… sorry, not sorry, he was staying right in this place, next to her, with their children, for as long as he could…

- Piccolo?

- What?

He turned down to see her. To appreciate the woman she was now, with her white blouse that fit her so well, with her purple long skirt that embraced her hips and then flowed like water, with her hair lose and blowing in the air.

- Kiss me.

She said.

And he did.

CHICHI

All seemed right, over food, Chichi looked at Piccolo drinking his water, and he tried not to blush when he felt her eyes on him. Goten was eating his bowl of rice. So was Gohan.

And then, Gohan told them that Goku was coming back for the martial arts tournament.

#chiccolo week #chiccolo #chiccoloweek #chiccoloweek2019 #chichi #piccolo x chichi #piccolo #otp #my OTP #soul marks #soul mates #time jump

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xxx-cat-xxx · 6 years

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Devils and Dust

“He´s been going down for so long that he´s starting to yearn for the moment he´ll finally crash. But not tonight. It´s the Friday after Peter´s birthday, and Tony owes him a grand party at the very least, after all he´s made the kid go through.”

Steve witnesses a feverish Tony falling apart after Pepper has left. This is set in an AU where Civil War didn´t happen, where Cap and Iron Man haven´t known each other very long, and where Tony´s mental health is much much worse than shown in the movies. It´s somewhat longer than I intended it to be, and also darker than the stuff I usually write, but I was in the mood.

PTSD, angst, depression (maybe?), illness, emeto. Additional TW for alcohol overuse.

I've got my finger on the trigger And tonight faith just ain't enough When I look inside my heart There's just devils and dust

- BS

It´s been a quiet week and that´s exactly the problem. Tony has always been able to deal with pressure, with adrenaline-pitching situations, life-or-death decisions. It´s peaceful times like these that get to his bones, when the lack of distraction leaves him with numb and empty and feeling useless.

The flashbacks have been coming and going for the last few days, and it doesn´t help his fragile sense of reality that he´s caught a bug somewhere and is running a temperature. He´s so detached from the world that he might find it comical, wasn´t it for the bone-deep exhaustion, the pounding in his head and the sense of foreboding that´s been weighing down on him for weeks.

He´s been having trouble sleeping, the dreams turning more and more violent every time he tries. They leave him breathless and sobbing when he awakes in his too-large double bed, Pepper´s absence so overwhelming that it´s nearly tangible. She´s been away for a month, and he´s been going down for so long that he´s starting to yearn for the moment he´ll finally crash. But not tonight. It´s the Friday after Peter´s birthday, and Tony owes him a grand party at the very least, after all he´s made the kid go through. .

He´d shifted all appointments to have the day off for preparations, but owing to another sleepless night he was finished with everything at noon, leaving him wandering around his own empty tower, unable to come up with something worth doing. He´s lacking the motivation to even enter the lab and fix the pair of robots he broke during his latest week-long workshop binge, which would probably get him worried if he could spare any energy to care about it.

When it´s time for him to get ready, his hands are shaking hard enough that he´s having trouble fixing his tie.

“How do I look, Friday?” he prompts when he has finally managed to make himself presentable. Tony has neglected the AI recently, and he can practically hear her scowling when she replies.

“Dead tired and high on caffeine, Sir, so nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Yeah, that´ll do,” he mumbles to himself and startles when he hears the doorbell ring.

The security cameras inform him that the whole group has assembled at the front door, carrying a protesting Peter on their shoulders, throwing him into the air with shouts of Happy Birthday, Spiderman. The ease of the whole scene makes something in Tony´s chest ache with longing. He takes a last look into the mirror, draws a deep breath, and opens the door.

“Look who´s here! Underoos, isn´t it past your bedtime? You´re what, 14 years old now?”

The world presents itself through a haze, making it feel like he´s watching everything on a movie screen. He hugs Rhodey a few seconds longer than usual, prompting the older man to examine him with dark, concerned eyes.

“You okay, dude? You look...worn out.”

But if there´s something that Tony Stark has become an expert at, maybe even more so than at contriving genius inventions or saving the world, it´s pretending to be alright when he´s not. He´s made it through months of Palladium poisoning, so a touch of fever and anxiety feel like a walk in the park.

“I´m great, Rhodes,” he grins, “Whaddaya say, wanna try some cobweb brownies? Took me ages to find a shop that bakes them in this shape out of the Halloween season...”

He makes his way through the evening alright, joking, catching up, and avoiding anyone who might notice his sweating and the constant jittering of his hands, which means Nat, basically. She´s been watching him closely all the time, and he has no doubt that she has realized something´s off, just as she did when he was dying a few years ago. She doesn´t say anything, though, and neither does he.

The giant cake arrives, and Bruce recounts elaborately how he managed to convince Clint not to prank Peter by hiding a bunch of real spiders inside of it, and Tony laughs and claps his way through it all, smiling at the kid whenever he catches his eye. Pete looks so happy, and he deserves it. But Tony doesn´t. He hasn´t earned himself the right to be part of anything so good or pure. The piece of cake that´s forced into his hands nearly makes him gag.

Finally, most of the group settles on the various couches for a movie. The inevitable Star Trek versus Star Wars argument commences, and Tony zones out, exhausted, slightly nauseated, thinking how he only has to last a few more hours before he can drown himself in scotch and Heavy Metal. But then Peter elbows him back into the present, and there´s a black hole on the screen that´s swallowing a spaceship, and suddenly it all comes back at him without a warning.

He barely has time to bolt to the toilet before the cake comes up together with the memories. He feels disgusted at himself when a thick stream of vomit hits the bowl, but he can´t stop retching. He´s long past empty when dry heaves are still tearing him apart, making his whole body scream in pain.

The wormhole closes in from all sides and pulls him down, deeper than he ever was. He´s retching, then shivering, then hyperventilating, and then he feels like he is dying. And what scares him most is that he can´t bring himself to really mind it anymore. He rests his aching head on the rim of the toilet, finally succumbing to the horror film that´s playing in his mind.

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Steve has been having an unexpectedly good time. The restriction on hard alcohol that even Tony had agreed to because of Peter´s age means that the conversations are actually making sense even a few hours into the party. Peter´s constant happy chatter keeps everyone engaged, and whoever prepared the food has absolutely outdone themselves.

He doesn´t really catch the reason for everyone getting worked up about which of the sheer infinite list of silly alien-battle movies to play, nor the fun they seem to draw from watching things being blown up in outer space. But he goes along with the general mood and relaxes as good as he can. They are a twenty minutes into the movie when he feels the urge to use the bathroom and excuses himself.

When he opens the door to the floor´s common restroom, he is greeted by the sound of violent retching carrying over from one of the stalls.

“Hello?” he calls out hesitantly. “Do you need help?”

The answer is silence, and then what sounds like a suppressed sob. Steve is just about to leave - there are a few people at the party whom he doesn´t know closely, after all, and he doesn´t want to disturb - when the door of the stall opens. The man who staggers out, pale, trembling and wiping sick from his mouth, is the last he´d expected to see in such a state.

"Tony, what...?" is all he can say.

"I´m okay, Cap, just..." he trails off breathlessly and stumbles, apparently caught in a dizzy spell.

"Whoa, whoa, easy." Steve motions to hold the other man up when he sways on his feet.

"I´m okay, I´m okay, " Tony seems to say more to himself than to Steve, batting his hands away and leaning heavily against the basin.

“What happened, Tony? Did you drink?” Steve asks, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Always assuming the worst, Rogers, aren´t we?” he coughs. It´s meant to come out lightly, but Steve can hear the bitterness swinging along. “No, even I wouldn´t pull that one on the kid´s birthday.”

“Sorry...” Steve says. “But in my defense, your records aren´t exactly the best.”

“Just leave me alone, Cap.” Tony rebuts, sounding tired.

Steve examines his teammate´s appearance, and he is taken aback by how worn down Tony looks, almost old. He seems to be having trouble taking even breaths, and there´s an expression on his face that Steve would call afraid if he didn´t know better. Tony Stark might be a showman more times than not, but from all Steve knows, he is certainly not someone to be scared of things. Rather, what causes trouble is usually his lack of fear and respect in situations where such feelings would be appropriate.

But still, Tony looks...haunted. It reminds Steve of Bucky on his worst days. And then it dawns on him.

“Tony, I don´t want to interfere- ”

“Then don´t.”

“Did you have an anxiety attack? PTSD, flashbacks, something like that?”

Tony gives him an exasperated look. “Rogers, I´m serious, just do what you came here to do and then get lost.” He swallows hard, apparently fighting the nausea. “Okay, that came out rude, but what I´m trying to say is that it´s not the first time this happens. I can deal with it. Alone.”

For a moment Steve imagines Tony in the tower all by himself, shivering his way through panic attacks, and something pulls in his chest. He has heard of the break-up with Pepper, and he also knew about the PTSD, but he´d never had any idea that it gets this bad with Tony.

Still, the man is right, it´s better to leave if he is not wanted, and hovering will most likely only make things worse for Tony.

“Okay.”, he finally says. “But I´m here if you need...someone to talk, you know. Not only me, the whole team is there for you.”

There´s no conviction in his eyes when Tony fakes a smile. “Sure, capsicle. I know.”

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The party continues till late into the night. Cleaning up, which Steve commits to despite Tony´s insistence that he´s got robots to take care of it, takes even longer. By the time he is finished, most of the guests have either left or gone to sleep, so Steve decides to stay over as well. But once he is lying in his giant guest room´s ultrasoft twin bed, covered in smooth sheets of silk, he is entirely too comfortable to be comfortable.

When sleep doesn´t come, he starts walking the halls, searching for someone else who is still up. Most of the Avengers have trouble sleeping for one reason or another, and it wouldn´t be the first night he has run into Bruce killing time in front of the TV, Clint hitting the gym at 2 in the morning, or Nat just sitting in the darkness, silent, unmoving, practicing invisibility.

He isn´t disappointed, but the sounds he hears when he enters the common area are not what he´d hoped for. Ragged breaths and curses carry over from the direction of the bar. Steve nearly steps into a heap of large ceramic shards lying on the ground, spotted with dots of blood. They appear to be remains of a mug that has the Iron Man mask plastered on it. Steve recalls seeing Tony gulping coffee from it several times, and he briefly wonders whether it was a gift from Pepper, but then discards the thought, bending to pick up the sherds.

“I was gonna trash it. But it just...broke”, a toneless voice mutters from behind the counter.

Tony is slumped on the ground, the bar barely holding him upright. He looks so much worse than earlier that Steve wonders for a moment whether he wound up in some sort of time-travel experiment and skipped a few days. His teammate is deathly pale, only his cheeks flushed red, the breathing shallow, sweaty curls plastered against his forehead. His suit jacket and tie are gone, the half-opened shirt is soiled by flecks of vomit and blood from where he must have cut himself on the shards. One of his hands is clutching his chest where the arc reactor used to be, the other crushing a bottle of something high-proof.

"God, Tony...” Steve exhales. The man is a mess. “It´s fine, I can fix the mug.” He knows it´s stupid the moment he says it.

“Doesn´ matter.” Tony slurs, his eyes glistening wet. “I don´t wannit. Won´t make anythin´ right.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve soothes. “Is there - is there anything I can do?”

Tony just shakes his head before lowering it onto his knees. “I don´ need your pity, Rogers.” He takes another swig from the bottle. Steve doesn´t know how to comfort him, but he doesn´t want to leave, either. They sit in silence for a while.

"´s all my fault", Tony mumbles suddenly, less coherent than mere minutes ago. His breathing hitches up. He tries to pull himself up at the counter, failing and losing his balance. Steve is there without thinking, supporting him, but it turns out to be a bad idea. Tony swings a fist at him, his eyes large and glazed over, his whole frame trembling. “Don´t- “ he croaks, “Don´t touch me-”.

“Alright, alright”, Steve mumbles, easing him back to the ground and then taking a step back, not failing to notice the heat radiating from the other man´s body.

“I don´t wanna - I can´t - no- “ Tony pants, gesticulating into empty space. Steve has no idea where he thinks he is, but he´s sure it´s not here.

“It´s me, Tony,” he says as calm as can manage, “We´re at the tower, remember? Breathe, just breathe, okay?”

“Fuck”, Tony exhales. “It´s just... all going to shit.”

“It´s okay, Tony. You´re running a fever, it´s messing with your senses. Whatever you think you are seeing, it´s not real.” Steve slowly moves into his direction, empty palms raised in front of him. “Let´s get you to bed and- ”

“The fever´s not the problem, Rogers!” Tony yells in a hoarse voice, and Steve is shaken by how desperate he sounds. “You don´t understand, you, you don´t know what´s going on in my head - what´s happening - you can´t get -” he breaks off, gasping for breath. The look on his face is pure terror. “It´s not getting any better. I´m - I´m losing this one, Steve. Everyone.”

And that´s when he understands that Tony has been broken for a long, long time. Steve has been to war, he has had his fair share of trauma to deal with in the aftermath - but it was never like this. He has come to terms with his conscience. Whereas Tony... Steve used to think that tech and sarcasm are all there is to the man, that all his reckless, death-provoking actions are simply evidence of how he fails to take anything about life serious. But now it dawns on him that this was just Tony´s way of keeping himself from falling apart. Steve wonders how a person can talk so much about himself and yet reveal so little.

He doesn´t know what to say. And it doesn´t matter, because he is not the one needed here.

“Does Pepper know?” he finally asks.

Tony is sunken together, looking like a shadow of himself, but his eyes focus on Steve, and his ashen face seems a little more lucid.

“Not...not all of it.”

He attempts to collect himself and fails. When he looks at Steve, his mask has nearly fallen, and he is an inch from pleading.

“Cap, please, just don´t try to help in that.” He takes a shallow breath, then another, and swallows frantically. “This is my mess, my fault, and trust me, you don´t wanna be pulled into it. I´m - I´m gonna get it under control, somehow.”

He reaches for the bottle, misses it. He doesn´t try again, and that´s how Steve knows his words were empty. Because Iron Man wouldn´t give up, ever.

He takes a decision.

“Just let me get you to bed, at least.” It´s not a question. Steve pulls the other man up and frowns when he realizes that Tony has lost weight, a lot of it. The shirt dangles lose around his body.

They stop at a trash can halfway through the corridor for Tony to heave up bile and what smells like pure alcohol. He´s barely conscious anymore when Steve positions him into bed and drags a blanket over his trembling form. Once Tony has fallen into a fitful, feverish sleep, the lines of exhaustion and pain never leaving his face, Steve sets water and aspirin on the bedside table and quietly leaves the room.

He pulls out his phone. Tony is going to hate him for that, maybe forever. But if there is something Steve Rogers has become good at doing, it´s taking hard choices. Most of them were of the kind that would haunt him for the rest of his life, but if he had do, he´d take them all over again.

The phone rings two, three times. It´s late, the night already melting into morning, but he knows that she will pick up eventually, as clear as he knows that she will help.

Pepper doesn´t sound sleepy when she answers the call.

“It´s Steve”, he states, preparing himself to speak the words Tony could never say. “We need to talk.”

part 2

#tony stark #steve rogers #peter parker #sickfic #emeto #ptsd #anxiety #tony!whump #sick tony #emetophilia

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tinybewitchedgilnean · 6 years

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Amanessa Pt. 2: Sharing- A Guide for Gypsies and Witches Who Aren’t Good At It

(Continued from Pt. 1!)

Ama stepped out of the tub, and for a few seconds, Rin forgot she was frustrated. With dirty clothes and caked on mud washed away, she stood there, stark and gorgeous. Rin felt her heart pulse.

Thankfully, Ama asked to borrow a shirt from Rin, which gave the younger woman a chance to collect and set the grimy armor outside where its stench could harm no one. When she returned, Ama had not yet grabbed a shirt and was still looking at her scarves, blissfully topless. The two returned to friendly conversation, but Ama could feel the shift the mood.

"I know you're frustrated." She bluntly stated, sighing while beginning to scrub her scarves clean. "I'm sorry for causing it. I know this was all sudden and unexpected. All I could think of when I left for home was making sure you were okay... " Ama's lips pursed, hands pausing their scrubbing. "I was worried about leaving so suddenly and I didn't want you to think you'd lost your friend or that I'd abandoned you in some way. I know what it's like to be abandoned... not fun, aye?" She chuckled, returning to her scarves. "So I came to you right away. Until I'm called again, I can help you with your shop. Shava is in the woods hunting... ski she wont eat the merchandise... or your furniture. I might though."

Rin forced a smile. "Well, yer help and yer company are welcome, regardless of the consequences."

"Thank you, Rin."

After a pause of consideration, Rin spoke up. "I'm not angry with ye for leaving. It did kind of hurt when ye vanished without a word, though." Her eyes were trained on the floor. "I'm not trying to be selfish or needy. I just want to be a real part of yer life, Ama. I guess I felt like a guest that is only part of the fringes of yer life."

Anger was the reaction Amasheri was used to. Hatred, even tears, screaming or outright silence. But quiet acceptance and the want to be involved...? No, this was new. The gypsy licked her lips, pale eyes averted to the side suddenly. Guilt wasn't an emotion she was used to, nor handled well. She didn't know if she should be angry with it, or let the upset curdle her stomach and draw out her emotions.

Swallowing, Amasheri let out a small sigh. "I don't think my life is meant for good hearts like yours, Rin..." She admitted quietly, giving in and letting her shoulders slump. "But you are a part of my life... A good part. One I don't want the Hellwolf to destroy."

Rin bowed her head, understanding where Ama was coming from. "I get it. I know ye're not just the sassy, free-spirited woman I get to see. I know there is that part of ye I don' see... that Hellwolf." Even the name she gave herself made Rin nervous.

She did not want to let nervousness get the best of her. "Ye're the only person I want around the way I do," she admitted. She stepped up to her friend, ignoring her toplessness to meet her eyes. "I don' want ye afraid to let me in. I want the chance to be there for all of ye. I get that may not be something ye can offer me." Disappointment touched her tone.

"I guess I just want to work on that. But I also won' force my way into those parts of yer life." She rubbed her arm, feeling awkward at what had unintentionally monologued. "So... yeah."

"You don't want to see that part... I don't want to see that part!" She huffed in frustration. Why did the girl have to be so agreeable? Why did she have to understand? That just made it harder to protect her, keep her out at a safe distance... crush the small flicker of emotions that stuttered her heart and made her want to pull the woman into her arms and not let go-- NO!!

Amasheri was trapped between wanting to shake sense into the tiny witch, tell her she didn't want to be that close to her, that she was cursed to lose everyone she brought close, and simply bolting out the door. But that disappointment, the way Rin looked up at her. Amasheri couldn’t leave.

Instead, the gypsy gave another frustrated sigh, folding her arms over her chest and clenching her jaw. "I --" She stopped, mouth agape and not sure what to really say at this moment. "I'm sorry..." The gypsy finally copped out, giving the only answer that seemed to work for now.

Awkwardly, Amasheri reached over and gave Rin's shoulder a gentle squeeze, trying to be reassuring, even smiling softly. "I like you, Rin. I don't... I don't want to hurt you, or see you hurt... I just... it's..." She frowned. "You know what, how about that shirt, hmm? It's a bit chilly without one. Afterwards we can go dance on the roof."

Sometimes it felt like Rin was clicking with Ama. It felt like progress was made, and then she inevitably ran into a wall. She just wanted to be as close as she could be to Ama; what did she have to do to earn that chance?

Rin was disappointed, but what more could she do for the night? Ama almost gave her a window to make another case, but then the subject was changed. She sighed; maybe another time. "Aye, we can get ya somethin. I think I have a long shirt that might e'en cover that bottom of yers. Then... I'd love t' dance with ye again." At least things felt simpler dancing with her.

Amasheri felt like cad. Rin's disappointment was almost palpable, and each look the girl gave her felt like a punch in the gut. Rin seemed so innocent. A sweet heart, shy demeanor, trusting and understanding. Briefly, the gypsy wondered if she herself had ever once seen the world the same as Rin did. If she had ever been as innocent, Amasheri couldn't remember it.

"I have my scarves..." she managed quietly, smiling and giving a small wriggle of her hips to show her rear was mostly covered, though Rin would point out that mostly still left plenty on display for Ama. It seemed a hollow jest even to her. Gods dammit, why can't I do this right?! she cursed to herself, chewing her lip with her teeth before giving in and heaving a large sigh.

"Rin... listen... I like you, alright? I truly do. I'm an arse at showing it, I always have been. This time it's different though. I don't want to hurt you in any way... and I know I'll just end up doing that, or worse...." she ruffled a tattooed hand through her hair, looking to the tub. "I'm cursed, Rin. Not--" she waved a hand at the bite on her side. "-- this curse... I mean cursed." Her shoulders slumped beneath the admission, pale gaze following and dipping to her own feet.

"I just dont want to lose you too."

It was like watching Ama fight herself internally. She wanted Rin to know how much she cared, but she was too scared to care as much as she did. The way she just looked defeated when she called herself cursed broke Rin's heart.

Sighing, the young woman moved closer to her redheaded friend and placed a hand on her cheek. "Ye're not gonna lose me, Ama." Her smile was weak, but sincere. "Don't ye know witches are good at handling curses?" It was a lame witch joke even Roxlyn would have been proud of.

Amasheri froze beneath the warmth of Rin's hand, pale eyes watching her friend with quiet intensity. Emotions warred within her, struggling to dominate the other and come to voice. The gypsy's internal battle pinched her features, though she didn't flinch away from that palm, even managing a small smile at the witch joke.

"I'm not just gonna run or leave. I like ye, too." Her hand was still on Ama's cheek, feeling her warmth. "I like ye a lot. I... Ama, I have never liked someone like I like ye." Rin felt almost guilty admitting it after all Ama had gone through, but the admission slipped.

In truth it stopped Amasheri's heart. The idea of being liked the way she had claimed warmed the gypsy. She longed for that affection, craved it. I like a rare gem the gypsy treasures what love she could get, clutching to others with desperate fingers. And yet like sand, each one slipped through, falling away with pieces of her in tow.

And that's what stopped her. Fear coiled its icy fingers about the remains of her heart, freezing her tongue and stealing the breath in her lungs. Amasheri was terrified of that witches warning. You're not blessed by the gods, girl. Ye be cursed by 'em! Ye lose all ye ever love. Always alone. By yer own hand or theirs, they'll always leave... or die.

Embarrassed, Rin pulled her hand away and folded her arms. "M-maybe we're both a wee bit taxed tonight. Forget I said anythin. Sorry."

Rins hand moved before the gypsy could jerk away, swallowing heavily and forcing air into her lungs. Rins embarrassment added a different twinge of fear. That fear of loss-- "No!" She blurted out abruptly, reaching for the girls hand. "No... not forgetting. And no sorry." She struggled to say more, brows furrowing harshly. "Never apologize for what you say and feel. Not to anyone, especially me. I just... need time...."

Amasheri’s hand took Rin’s own and the young witch froze, meeting her friend with wide, uncertain eyes. Rin was upset with herself for putting her own feelings ahead of Amasheri’s feelings. The girl had just ended her engagement, so the last thing she needed was Rin blurting out a confession.

Time. Ama needed time. That was understandable. It made sense that she would need time to sort herself out and decide what she wanted. “Okay.”

Ama’s hold on Rin’s hand remained desperately firm as Rin’s acceptance echoed in her mind. There was no argument, no tears, no shoving out the door. Just a reassuring breath and the simplest, strongest word Amasheri had ever heard. 'Okay'.

She was just coming to terms with that quiet acceptance when the warmth of Rins lips found her own. Amasheri froze in surprise beneath the lingering press of that kiss, eyes widening. This was no the first kiss they had shared, though she was only marginally more clothed than the last time. No, this one held something else to it. It wasn't the fast, friendship styled kiss Ama had classified the first one under, no, this one was loving and warm.

Rin pulled away and nodded, feeling her cheeks pinken. “Take whatever time you need. Like I promised, I’ll be here. We can figure things out together one way or another, but only when you’re ready.”

Rin stepped away but kept Ama’s hand in her own. “So what do you say we share one dance beneath the stars before we go to bed?”

Ama could still taste the girl on her lips, feeling her heart drumming harder and harder within her chest, the sudden heat as her own cheeks flushed scarlet, swallowing her freckles in a sea of red that almost rivaled her hair.

"Huh?" Ama blinked, coughing softly. "Dance?- oh! Uh, yes... that would be good. Besides, there’s more for you to learn, aye? But maybe I'll nick a top from you first. This looks like a nice neighborhood and having a gypsy in it is considered bad enough; having a half naked one might start a street war.” She smiled, thinking a moment before giving a tug on Rin’s hand to pull the girl in tight against her, deciding 'why the hell not?

She held for a moment, briefly wondering if this was a good idea. It didn't last. Impulse spurred the gypsy on, drawing Rin into a strong, passionate kiss.

Rin was already flushed from her act of boldness, but she was starting to come down from the emotional moment. She was not expecting the tight embrace or the heated kisses on her lips. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped as she melted when faced with Ama’s fire. How could she resist? The woman brought heat to her blood and made it harder to think. She did not want to think. It was a moment she wanted to lose herself in.

And so she did.

#amasheri #rinnessa #amanessa #rp

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juminsmysticmc · 6 years

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how would the RFA + minor trio play with their children?

How the RFA + Minor Trio play with their Children

Hi! Thank you for this beautiful request. I’m sorry that you had to wait this long…I hope none is angry at me. Well here you are! Please enjoy and tell me if you liked it!

Jumin

Today’s his free day but you had to go out

,,Jumin, are you sure you can handle it?“

,,Yes, my love just go.“ but after you’re out he‘s kinda helpless

Your son cries and cries….

Until Jumin sits on the floor and plays with Elizabeth

The boy‘s quiet and watches the white animal

,,Son, you can‘t pull her tail…!“

It’s pretty funny now and when you’re home again, you find your husband on the couch with your son in his arms and Elizabeth on his lap.

,,Was it fun?’’ you laughed

,,Our Prince is just a little bit rough with the Princess but it was funny´´

Zen

It’s surprisingly how good he can handle your daughter.

Since he felt so unloved he wants to give her all his love

,,Zenny, did you understand? You need to feed her but first to test if the milk is-“

,,Cold enough, yes babe“ he laughs. ,,Have fun“

,,Zenny! I’m going to work! It’s no fun without you.“

With a smile he takes you to the door and watches you while you leave.

,,So, princess. What do you want to do?“ he asks his daughter on his arm.

Since she’s just 12 month old she can‘t talk yet. But he loves to make her laugh

He goes into her room and plays with her.

He also reads out his script and every time when he looks up, she claps with her hands and he´s so happy.

,,I‘m home!“ but when you search them, they lay in the bed and are sleeping.

Yoosung

You laid in your bed with a big headache and couldn’t do anything

but you had a two years old girl…

,,Don’t worry, I‘m free today. Just sleep!“ your husband told you and so you did.

For three hours he played LOLOL with her that’s bad Yoosung!, then he cooked a soup for you and then he played on the ground with Lisa.

He told her, to be nice to the cat like a nice dad.

,,Baby? Do you want to draw something for mommy?“

He asked your daughter and so they drew something for you.

At the end of the day he even cleaned the house and let her sleep.

,,Yoosung, I‘m sorry for today…“

,,No problem, sweetie. It was fun with her. Are you fine?“

Jaehee

Your shop was doing great and so you decided to buy something expensive for one time.

,,I will be here soon!“ you told her.

While you were out she baked a cake with your son, drew something for you and of course

they watched Zen´s performance

,,I‘m home! Ja- why?“

,,Guess what! He‘s just as good as Zen! I guess he will be as handsome as Zen!“

,,My poor son...“

Saeyoung

The two of you had twins

But one of them was ill - the girl

,,I‘m coming along, Saeran can watch over him!“ you discussed

,,You want your brother to watch over this troublesome boy? Don’t make me laugh!“

You were right.

He couldn’t let Saeran alone with this boy

So he stayed at home but maybe that was the wrong thing to do…

He took a lemon and feed the baby with it

he even recorded everything!

And then he posted it in the chat

,,What are you doing with the baby?! Mc will be angry!“ Jaehee said and Saeran was just in time to hide.

,,SAEYOUNG CHOI WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY CHILD!“ you screamed with your girl in your arm

,,Giving some vitamins“ he laughed

Saeran

He hated to stay alone with the baby

He never knew what to do

So you told him to play with his child and you would just watch

,,I‘m here but just play as if I weren’t here.“

He was so helpless when the girl cried.

,,Are you hungry?“ and so he fed her

and she really was quiet after this.

He felt better, secure now.

He sang for her and played with her favorite stuffed animal

Jihyun

When he found out you were pregnant he wanted to make everything possible for you.

One day, your son was three years old, Yoosung had some problems with his studies

,,Just go. I will stay here with him. He would make trouble at Yoosung´s place´´

your husband told you

After you were out he decided to show your son how to draw

,,My Son, do you want to make your mommy happy?´´

,,yeees!´´the little boy was so happy

,,I will tell you a beautiful about a mother and her son and how she saved him, do you want to hear it?´´

,,Happy end, daddy?´´

,,Yeah, well in the end the son marries a beautiful woman and the have a son on their own…´´

when you came home very late because Yoosung was really no good,

you find V asleep on the couch and your son on top of him

but your boy was already awake

,,Mommy! Look! Daddy showed me how to draw and told me a beautiful story!´´

,,Yeah? Let´s hear, but let him sleep….´´

Vanderwood

He sees quite distant

So Saeyoung teased him

,,Mc! You should live with me! Your girl will never have a nice daddy if Vanderwood stays with you!´´

but before you could even reply Vanderwood stands in front of you

,,Let´s make a bet, you ass. I will show you that I’m the best dad ever!´´

,,Vanderwood you don´t need to-´´

,,Woman! shut up, that´s war!´´

did you call the mother of your child Woman?!

So he shows Saeyoung how good he can actually play with his daughter

Playing with the stuffed animal and tickle her, making her laugh

he noticed that he was never around

He left her and you did everything on your own eve if you lived together…

He wanted to cry, his hands were already trembling when your daughter touched his face

,,Don´t worry daddy. I love you! Let´s style your hair!´´

Afterwards he´s angry that the floor is full with his hair but he loves to see you and your little daughter happy

MASTERLIST 1

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tafelmuis · 7 years

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Seiji Goto - Hearts don`t break around here (NSFW)

So here is my newest fic. It`s my first time writing smut however there is some fluff as well. word count: 1081 words. —————-

The night was falling when he saw her. She tried to hail a taxi, yet not a single one would stop. He stood by his car internally debating whether he should at least offer her a ride home or where ever she was going. He made up his mind and walked up to her.

“Hey, I can take you home if you want.” He motioned towards his car. She smiled. “If you are going to take me home, how about dinner first?” His cheeks turned slightly red. “Hikari Yukimori. “She stuck out her hand for him to shake. He took her hand. “Seiji Goto, I`ll take this as a yes on me taking you home?” She nodded. “Yes, I’ll take you up on that offer although, whose home? Yours or mine?” She gave him a cheeky smile. He gave her a smile back. “Ehrm, you decide?” he lead her towards the car and he opened the door for her. “Thank you” She gave him a warm smile making his cheeks a soft shade of red again. “No Problem.” He got in and drove away.

The short car ride was full of small talk. Seiji found out that Hikari was the baker and owner of a café, she had an older brother. On his turn, Seiji told her about his parents and brother.

Once they arrived at the ramen-shop they took a seat opposite each other. Seiji hadn`t noticed that Sora and Kurosawa sat at the bar only about 3 bar seats away. He hadn`t noticed until the noise of a camera shutter. ” I`ll get us some drinks.” Hikari stood up and walked towards the bar. Seiji`s phone buzzed, he received a photo from Kurosawa, more specifically the photo was one of himself and her with the caption “who is she?”. As Seiji looked around he saw Sora and Kurosawa, waving to him. Seiji just knew that Ishigami and the other bodyguards had received the picture as well. They were sitting at the bar close to where Hikari was getting drinks. When Hikari returned with the two drinks, the food was brought to them.

They were making their way back to Seiji`s car in silence. ”So , how about my place for dessert?” Hikari beamed a smile at him. “Alright. Sounds good.” Seiji smiled.

She opened the door and took of her coat. “I`ll put your coat away.” Seiji gave her his coat , which she hung up before going into the kitchen. Seiji followed her. She pulled a few supplies and ingredients out of the cupboard. “What flavour do you want?” She opened another cabinet. “i`ve got: orange , chocolate , strawberry , caramel , apple , cherry and Blueberry . Sorry , it`s not much.” He stood next to her. “I don`t know. What would be best?“ “Maybe Cherry? It`s both sweet and sour.“ Hikari took the cherry flavor of the shelf. “I might even have some fresh cherries we can use for decoration.” She started mixing the ingredients and have Seiji taste the batter. “Does it taste good?” He nodded. “Yeah.” She placed the cake in a mold and in the oven. “This will need about an hour. So I suggest we go to the living room.” They made small talk for that hour, finding they had a lot of similar interests. The cake finished and she took it out of the oven.

Once she sat down with Seiji again , he noticed that she had some batter on her face. “You`ve got yourself a little something there, I`ll get it for you.” He leaned in to her and kissed her, softly.

As he pressed his lips on hers passionately again he pulled her on his lap. His hands roamed over her clothed body. Hikari pressed her body against his and teasingly moved her hips against him over and over again. Following her pace Seiji moved along with her, causing a friction between the two of them. His lips made their way too her neck , causing Hikari to let out a soft moan. God, she loved how his lips felt against her skin and the sensation of how his hands touching her all over drove her mad. With one hand she trailed over his still clothed chest and the other pulled his necktie urging him even closer to her. Seiji started to become painfully aware of the tight restraint in his pants. His hands reached for the buttons on her blouse then he stopped. “May I?” She was pleasantly surprised by the question since they had been kissing and touching each other for quite some time now, chasing and playing, moving in tiny steps, but still moving forwards, towards a shared goal, yet he asked for her consent? Sexy. “Yes, you may.” He unbuttoned her blouse, as she untied his tie. “Come with me,” She pulled him up to guide him towards her bedroom, letting him enter first before closing the door.

It didn`t take long for clothes to be thrown across the room. Hikari reached for a drawer, pulling out a pack of condoms and handing one to him. “We`d better be careful. No?” Hikari winked at him. “We`d better , yeah.” He took the wrapper and rolled the rubber on to his cock. Seiji gently pushed her on to the bed . “Are you ready?” He was hanging over her. Hikari wrapped an arm around his neck. “Yes.” Reassured by her answer he slowly entered her , setting a slow and deep pace. One of his hands roamed her body , the other was pushing her leg slightly to the side. Pants , grunts and moans were sounding in the room. Hikari pressed her chest towards Seiji, changing the angle slightly. The new angle caused him to hit the right spot over and over and over again. The arm she had wrapped around his neck started tugging his hair and her other hand exploring was his back , every now and then leaving a scratch as she felt the pressure build more and more. Seiji`s own release started to draw closer. “I`m close.” His voice sounded like a whisper. “So . am. I.” Hikari panted. Both of them reached their peaks. After they came down from their high, they found themselves cuddled up together. Realising they managed to do something that normally takes people years , within a single night they turned to each other knowingly. Hikari broke the silence. “We`re in love aren’t we?”

#seiji goto #smut

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