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#i just now realized the sword would make more sense facing the other way but whatever we ball

bubblebbg · 5 months

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❝𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

Mizu x Reader

- Reader in this fic is of some sort of mixed or foreign descent, but this can also be interpreted as having any trait that would make them a pariah of sorts. Warning, not proofread lol. All spur of the moment.

When you found the blue eyed stranger laying bloody on a lonely street, you took her in. You keep her warm, fed, and with mends on her wounds. Mizu knows well that there are sacrifices to be made on her path. She doesn't know just how much they can sting.

Mizu can't quite pinpoint the most irritating part of the pain. The ache of broken bones, the sting of stabs and slices, the consistent ringing in her head; everything hurts, and she supposes that like every other injury, it's all par for the course. Small price to pay for revenge. She knew she'd have to rest at some point, but she didn't expect to be incapacitated, edging on consciousness for days. Every now and then there's a sensation like coolness on her forehead, or water at her lips.

It's on day three that she becomes lucid enough to realize someone's taking care of her. Her distrustful brain is immediately sounding alarms, but her body can do little to react in such a broken state. Mizu can do nothing but lie silent and weak on this futon, sipping medicines and soups when it's brought to her mouth and being patched, cut for cut, wound for wound.

The first thing she notices about you, her caretaker, is your eyes - eyes brimming with concern and care, eyes that catch every weakness of her flesh and seek to heal. She hears your whispers of "poor thing" and "I'll get you healed up in no time". And being Mizu, her first thought is...

"Why?"

She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but she doesn't rush to take it back. Why are you, a stranger, so willing to take care of her? Why are you expending your resources on a broken thing, a mistake that any other sane person would let rot in the street where they found it?

You only smile at her, and in such a way that makes her heart race. Gentle, patient, tentative. She doesn't like it one bit, the way it pulls at doors she's kept locked for years. Her eyes focus, taking in what you look like as you stand and ready yourself to leave the room.

"I don't need your pity!" She manages to choke out. It has you stopping in your tracks.

"It's," she coughs, sputtering on words, "It's because you're just like me, isn't it? You're different. A monster."

The look on your face is one of mild amusement, an eyebrow raised and the corners of your lips upturned. She's not sure if it's that or the confidence in your next words that makes her cheeks heat up.

"I am not a monster. Neither are you."

And you're gone, leaving her to deal with the weight you've left in her chest.

𓆩… . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . …𓆪

The days turn into weeks, the weeks into months. With so many parts impaired, it'd only make sense that healing would take this long. Most of all, it's your endless patience that surprises Mizu. When she reopens a wound by carelessly trying to train despite your cautions, you're there patching it up. When she expresses her frustration with not being able to take up the sword yet, you're there reassuring her that it'll all be fine in time. You're kind when she's haughty and sarcastic (which makes her feel guilty, and thus even more indignant), and this extends to others as well. She often sees you helping children or neighbors, anyone in need. You're loved in this town.

It makes her a bit irritated, seeing your kindness bestowed on others. At first she thinks it's because she sees weakness in your actions. Then she thinks it's jealousy - why are you, someone who would otherwise be an outcast like herself, so beloved by your town? How come it didn't turn out this way for her? But when she sees you cooking enough for the both of you and the family next door, stirring slowly as the food steams, she thinks to herself, god, they're even patient when they're cooking. And then it hits her.

She is jealous, but not in the way she thought. In the way that yearns for your priority, that seeks to be the only recipient of your sweet manners and loving nature.

It doesn't help that you've grown close, too close for her liking. There have been nights spent in each other's company, saying nothing but gazing at stars. There have been conversations in which you've both laughed, some in which you cried. Mizu's mind can't help but remind her that this isn't safe; the last time she opened her heart up, it returned battered.

But this - you - feel safe. You dedicated nearly three months to healing her body, all the while you had been patching up wounds the eye can't see.

"I'm leaving," she says meekly on a warm evening, the two of you sat in a field of grass overlooking your village. You look to her and she only stares forward. You suppose it's better than her leaving without telling you, but the pain is no lesser because of the thought.

You take a deep breath and exhale before answering, "I had a feeling."

There's a long silence between the two of you. It's your turn to watch the sun setting over the trees as Mizu looks at your expression, the hints of sadness in her eyes.

"Do you... do you really have to? You are welcome here, you know. You'll always have a home here with me."

The words have Mizu choking up and suppressing the sudden and unnerving urge to cry. What you've done to her in three months still astounds her.

"I do. You know I do. I was always going to have to leave."

Mizu is caught by another urge, the urge to take those words back when she sees streams on your cheeks. You sniffle and hiccup, and it's so much less pleasant than your usual smiling disposition. It hurts in the way no blade ever could.

The sun is disappearing, and she wills herself to stand. If she doesn't, she might never go. She turns to leave and you stand as well. She stops in her tracks when you tug on her sleeve. She faces you and you slowly, carefully bring a hand to the side of her cheek. When she doesn't flinch away, you lean in close. Your lips meet in a kiss that conveys words that neither of you have the power to say.

You pull back after a moment, your forehead pressed to hers and your eyes closed. Your voice is quiet, almost inaudible when you say your goodbye.

"Break my heart once by leaving. Do not break it again by dying."

She turns and leaves while your eyes are still closed. You open them to an empty field, your palm still wet with her tears.

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eureka-its-zico · 7 months

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Chaos in Their Bones Ch. 6

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: All your life you’d listened to your friend, Usopp spin wild tales about pirates and adventure. Pirates weren’t a thing that came often to Syrup Village, but one straw hat pirate and his crew changed all that the day they arrived. Now, you aren’t so sure if your sleepy little village was always pirate-free or if no one had been paying attention.

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, frenemies to lovers, slow burn (I hope y’all like aching) eventual smut

Words: 16.7+

A/N: I swear I don’t start writing chapters with the intention of making them like this. The next chapter is probably going to be smaller because I get so much anxiety giving you guys these big beefy chapters. This chapter is HEFTY and full of angst. There are more one-on-one interactions with the crew members to start bringing everything together. I'm not going to lie, I struggled a lot writing this week because I started to think my writing was trash. I know it’s not necessarily true but ya. I prevailed enough to bring you this. As always, thank you, guys, for all the love and support. For always being so kind and loving my story as much as you do. I hope you all continue to enjoy this story🖤 Much Love, Jenn

P.s. This chapter is sponsored by not really Halsey’s - Ya’aburnee

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The background noise that rose and fell in octaves around you told you that they were all still talking; still arguing. Usopp disappeared to find Luffy who you could only guess was inside that damn kitchen. Nami continued to try and talk sense into Zoro who ignored every word she said by lazily running his swords over the wet stone he’d placed on the galley’s island.

“Are you even listening to me?”

Nami was struggling to keep her voice calm but she was losing. She’d looked over at you more than a few times since you’d all evacuated to the ship to help her, but what could you magically say to make Zoro change his mind? He didn’t seem like a man who responded to pleading or demands.

He strongly held on to his beliefs. They were a system that guided him; molded him into the pain in the ass he was now. While you watched him continue to tune Nami out it was easy to see the dedication he’d given over the years to become who he was even at a young age.

Behind all that arrogance was a determination that sliced just as sharp as his blade. Zoro knew who he was and what he needed to do to succeed, and that was more than you could say for yourself at times.

So…who were you to get in the way of his dream?

The answer to that was as startling as a slap to the face. You were the woman who’d fallen hopelessly in love with him, and he hadn’t even realized it yet.

While you wanted to remain steadfast and devoted to the belief that Zoro had a chance and that the probability of him defeating Mihawk was high, the realistic part of you sounded like Naan.

“Get those foolish thoughts out of your head, girl.”

For once, you wanted to swat away all of her cynicism. All of her realism forced you to fight to still believe in magic and the good in the world around you outside of science and facts. You wanted to believe that Zoro knew what he was doing and that he was strong enough to beat a grown man almost half his age.

The other part of you, however, howled on the inside for you to stand up and go to him. To take his face in your hands and demand that he look at you and not turn away. Zoro didn’t respond to pleading, but it didn’t keep your own cries from weighing heavy on your tongue.

Don’t do this. Stay with me. Make a new dream - with me.

All your life Usopp and you imagined what it would be like to get off the island. To put Syrup Village behind you, all the pain and unknowns that never received answers. You could both leave on your own adventures and replace all the painful memories with ones aboard ships and the open seas of possibilities.

You never imagined you’d meet people like Luffy or Nami. Like him.

Looking at Zoro now as he dragged his sword over the stone one last time you felt your heart sink. Zoro had placed all three swords neatly on the table and took his time giving them adequate deadly attention. He didn’t seem bothered that you and Nami were in the room and sheltered out anything she tried to tell him.

Nami was begging in her own way. What could you possibly say that would change his mind? She was looking at you now, as your arms wrapped so tightly around yourself - constricting the breath from your lungs making it impossible to formulate words. You were holding on so tight because you knew if you let go, you might run to him.

“Doc-“ the sound of her calling you jolted you out of your thoughts and back into the present. Back to where you didn’t want to be. Nami was flying her eyes like a whip from you and back to Zoro as if you needed help knowing where to direct your pleas. “Is there anything you want to add here?”

Fuck

Zoro looked up. He actually looked up from what he was doing to look at you. Shit. Did he want you to say something? Or did he just want to know if you were going to be another obstacle in his way?

“I-“ I don’t know what to say.

What did she expect you to say? Everything you wanted to say wasn’t meant to blurt out in front of her or anyone else. You were still trying to process that you were admitting to yourself that all the feelings you felt weren’t just indigestion. That it wasn’t just the liquor from the fishbowl that made you wish you’d laced your fingers in that moss-green hair and kissed him.

Luckily for you, Usopp came running back into the galley which told you all that Luffy was right behind him.

“Oh great you’re here. Maybe you can convince him to call it off.”

Zoro had gone back to examining one of his swords and making sure it was ready for the morning. He looked so deep into the edge of the katana you wanted to ask him if it was like a magic mirror and what did he see? Did he see a victory inside that blade as he polished it? Or did he see something much darker?

“I won’t do that.”

“Did you not see the size of that guy’s sword? He will slice you into sashimi.”

“What’s going on?”

“I have been trying to figure that out for the last thirty minutes,” you huffed.

Your words only earned you an exasperated look from Nami.

“You were there when it happened!” She shot back, her voice incredulous.

“And I am still struggling to comprehend how we went from zero to a thousand in less than a minute.”

You hated this entire thing. The tension radiated like a volt of electricity between all of you. One minute, you felt fine, or as fine as you could be in this situation. The next, the anxiety from Usopp or Nami would set you off or you would completely close down like the indifference Zoro was currently showing all of you.

“I’m even more lost now,” Luffy muttered.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on. Your big, bad Marine grandpa sent a warlord of the Sea to bring you in, and instead of getting the hell out of here when he had the chance, Zoro challenged him to a duel.”

“Which he accepted.”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” Usopp muttered to Luffy.

Usopp looked as nervous as you felt. Your body finally removed itself from the booth in the galley to stand beside him, linking yourselves arm and arm.

While Nami spoke, Zoro sheathed his sword and placed it back on the island. His arms extended out as he leaned his hands against it, his eyes boring a hole into Nami as she spoke.

“You are a fly to him. Something to be swatted and forgotten.”

“Not if I win.”

“You’re not going to.”

“You don’t know that.”

Your hand fell down to grab at Usopp’s and squeezed it lightly. Big brown eyes turned to look at you and, whatever he saw reflected in yours, was enough to make him squeeze yours back.

You knew Nami was trying to make a point. This dude was dangerous. He was a pirate warlord, for Christ's sake, but the idea of Zoro no longer existed…

No. No. You wouldn’t think it. Couldn’t.

“Guys, guys, maybe we need more drinks,” Usopp offered.

A part of you wanted to laugh. You could feel it bubbling up inside your chest but the wildness of it let you know it would come out panicked; a sound that displayed the current breakdown of your soul.

No one else seemed to appreciate his attempt at lightening the mood.

“Tell your first mate he’ll get himself killed.”

“Tell your navigator to butt out.”

For once, Luffy looked lost. A look of childish uncertainty replaced the care-free nature that lived inside him. You hated seeing him so unsure, but he was the captain. He was your captain and these situations called for him to make the best decision for his crew.

“Maybe this isn’t such a great idea, Zoro.”

“When you met me tied up on that cross, what did I say?”

Oh, no. No. You knew where he was going with this. Luffy telling you the story in this very galley came flooding back in crystal clear clarity.

“What makes you think I wanna play pirates with you?”

“No, the other thing.”

“I kill your kind for a living?”

“No!” Zoro almost shouted the word. “Come…” A groan of frustration left him as he finally looked away from Luffy. The desire to get Luffy to remember consuming him - to remember why he needed to do this.

And like a switch being flicked, a quiet, “Oh,” sounded beside you, and you knew Luffy remembered.

“That you made a promise to someone a long time ago to become the world’s greatest swordsman.”

“The only way to do that is to beat Mihawk in a duel and take his title. I intend to do just that.”

The words left him in a shout. All that determination rolled into a punch of syllables directed at Nami. At you. Anyone who tried to stand in the way of fulfilling that promise he’d made so long ago.

“Can’t you just fight him without anyone dying?”

Your voice was sheepish, so small it barely carried over a whisper. Zoro wouldn’t look at you. You’d only earned a small flick of his attention before he replaced it back on the galley’s island.

“To be the world’s greatest swordsman only one can live. There can’t be two-“

“Why not that just seems silly-“

“Because that is just how it is!”

He’d dismissed you without a second thought. A teacher schooling an ignorant child who wasn’t privy to how the world works. You wanted to throttle him.

“Even if you die in the process? Will you please do something?”

It hurt to see Nami so frantic. You were used to seeing her composed and smart. Maybe her anger when someone was doing something particularly idiotic. Never broken. Not like this.

Luffy regarded Zoro one last time and when you saw the soft smile press a hard line into his lips, you knew any chance of getting him to change Zoro’s mind was gone.

“It’s his dream, Nami. I can’t get in the way of somebody’s dream.”

“What if I dreamed of being eaten by a sea beast what the-“

Usopp gently tugged on your conjoined hands to get your attention. His head shaking once to tell you now wasn’t the time to make jokes or be angry. Wasn’t it?

“What’s it going to take, huh? You want me to say you’re the best? You’re the best. Okay? You’re the best I’ve ever seen, but you are not better than him. And if you fight him tomorrow, you’re going to lose.”

Every word she spoke threatened to make your knees collapse. You didn’t know anything about Dracule Mihawk, except his apparent love for overly large things. Big sword. Big hat. Big feather for said hat. There was no denying, however, the sheer power that radiated off him as he stood there unmoving while Zoro challenged him. The fact there hadn’t even been a glimmer of worry that shifted through his eyes told you plainly he was more powerful than you could imagine.

And Zoro wanted to fight him. To the death. That manic laughter was beginning to bubble up again in your chest and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to keep it quiet this time.

Zoro finished sliding his last sword home inside his sash as he asked, “Why do you even give a shit?”

“Because you are my friend, you idiot.”

“You said it yourself. You don’t have any friends.”

If this was something Nami ever spoke of, it wasn’t something she’d shared with you. Maybe it had been true before you’d all met each other, but that wasn’t true now. In that moment, it didn’t matter if she remembered you were all there or not. His words hit a scab deep inside her and pulled and picked until he ripped it open.

Fresh blood from an old wound.

This time you weren’t worried about accidentally saying anything. Warm fuzzy feelings were thrown to the back of your mind as your own blood thundered for you to come forward and defend her.

“And you are acting like a Grade A asshole.”

You released Usopp’s hand to take a step forward. You had every intention of going to her and seeing if she would allow you to stand beside her. You never got the chance. Nami’s eyes looked at each and every one of you- her supposed crew mates - just before she turned on her heel and left the room.

Once she disappeared from sight it left only the four of you inside the galley. Luffy looked as if he was trying to process just what took place and Usopp, well, he was Usopp. He looked about as lost as you were in the grand scheme of things.

Your eyes flashed to Zoro and found him already looking at you. His wrists hung loosely over the hilt of the sword as he regarded you. He didn’t soften as your eyes met his but seemed to harden further. A silent challenge for you to try and say something that he would only dismiss.

“What was that?”

“I told her the truth.”

“No,” you snarled. “You told her whatever was most convenient for you and your feelings. You want to go get yourself killed, Zoro. Fine. But don’t stand there and act like everyone is supposed to be happy about it.”

“No one told you that you had to be here or that you were even wanted here.”

“Guys-“ Usopp interjected.

Neither of you were listening. You could feel your eyes narrow in on him. The pain that had moments ago made it impossible to breathe now hardened into stone.

“You better hope Mihawk kills you, Zoro because if not I’ll make you wish he had.”

A part of you meant what you said. Your anger was a living thing at how Zoro used his words as an extension of his swords. Your skin felt like brimstone with the current of fire underneath ready to burst free and set him on fire with how fucking angry you were at him. The way he spoke to Nami. To you. And yet, underneath all that building rage was a fear so palpable you could taste the cold sweat on your tongue.

You didn’t want to hurt him. You didn’t wish him dead. You just wanted him to admit that his ghosts screaming for battle also scared him too. Instead, you were locked in a staring contest you knew you would lose. Zoro’s eyes hardened until he was a mask; unreadable and untouchable. While you knew at any minute your regret was moments away from making itself known.

With one final look in his direction, you turned to storm after Nami. You needed to find her and make sure she was okay. She did have friends. She wasn’t alone like she apparently thought she was.

You rounded the corner of the galley that led to Nami’s room. Usually, you would’ve knocked or done something to announce yourself. Naan raised you to be aware of everyone’s space and it was rude just to barge in but you weren’t thinking. You were brimming with too many emotions; too many thoughts that fought to be the clearest. So, when you barged into Nami’s room an apology was already forming on your lips.

Until you saw her standing with a bag in hand.

“Where are you going?”

The question hung between you like something fragile. Her own throat noticeably bobbed as she swallowed around something she was going to try and sell you.

“I was just going out-“

“Don’t lie, Nami.” You moved the rest of the way inside her room and closed the door behind you. “No one carries around an entire suitcase just because.”

Her tongue rolled around the bottom of her lip before she turned away from you. You took note that she was still holding onto her suitcase. She wasn’t going to drop it, which meant however this went she planned on still leaving.

You didn’t want another Zoro-style fight where insults were thrown to prove points or make someone hate you into letting them go. When she turned back to look at you, all the emotion was stripped from her and you prepared yourself for a fight.

“Are you going to tell Luffy?”

A sigh pressed past your lips as you shrugged.

“What am I going to tell him, Nami? You left because you got into an argument and someone said something you didn’t like?”

“Like I give a shit what Zoro or any of you think.”

“Is that why you’re worried I’m going to run and tell Luffy you’re leaving? Make it make sense.”

She turned on her heel and walked back over to a drawer she’d left slightly open. Her hand pushed it back hard before she turned back to face you. The hand that held her suitcase dropped unceremoniously on the floor.

“I need to leave.”

“Why? Nami, If this is about what Zoro said you know it’s not true.”

“Who are you kidding, Doc? We never chose to be a crew. We were all thrust together by circumstances and just stayed together.”

“Usopp and I chose you guys.”

Hollow laughter escaped her like she couldn’t believe you’d claim this madhouse of a crew. Or maybe the joke was on you, and you just couldn’t see you were the butt of the joke.

“You don’t get it-“

“Help me understand!”

“I had a job to do before I met Luffy. I completed it and I need to get back.”

“If that was true you would’ve left a long time ago.”

“Ugh, what is it with you? Why can’t you just accept that I’m leaving?”

“Because I don’t think you really want to go back,” you replied, cutting her off.

The two of you stood there in a silent face-off. Deep down, you both knew that you were right. There were plenty of opportunities for her to leave and go back to whatever life she had waiting for her, but she’d stayed. Maybe it was because of convenience, at first, but somewhere along the line, it changed.

Nami was happy being a straw hat. Whatever life she had previously was one she’d continue to run away from if she could, but something was calling her back. Whether it was family. Friends. Work. You would never know unless she told you.

“What makes you so sure?”

“People who want to sneak away in the night don’t stay up showing a small town village girl maps they created in hopes of drawing a map of the world one day.”

It was only a few nights ago when she had done it. You’d been unable to sleep. Your stomach was tossing like the waves outside the ship. You’d tried to make a tea to ease your stomach and it had failed miserably. Nami had found you curled up becoming one with the galley’s kitchen and gently peeled you from the table. In the very corner she stood in is where she’d sat with you under the light of a lamp and showed you every map she’d ever drawn.

“That’s just a dream, Doc.”

“It’s a good dream.”

She shook her head, her hand outstretched to take back the suitcase she'd discarded.

“Dreams are just fairy tales for adults. It’s better if you get used to disappointment now than later.”

You wanted to reach out and grab her as she moved past you towards the door. You still had time to do it. To shake her - yell at her - that they didn’t hold the commodity on pain or a shitty life. Maybe you would never know what it was that Nami lost. She may never want to share with you that story of her life, and that was fine. You just wanted her to know she didn’t have to keep running. That you would help keep her dreams alive and safe as long as she wanted them.

When you turned to follow her you found the door wide open and Nami gone. You could’ve chased after her, but it would only cause a scene. She’d made it clear she’d meant to run in secret - you finding out was an unexpected accident. A part of you wanted to tell Luffy so you could both go charging after her and make her come back, but Luffy would never make anyone do something they didn’t want to do.

How could it be in less than a day everything had gone to shit? Zoro was so eager to die and Nami…Nami was just gone. With one last look around her room, you moved to sit in the chair she’d been in earlier. The sound of her laughing as you tried on clothes brought the ghost of a smile to your lips and you wondered if you’d ever get to hear it again.

The Going Merry felt like a ghost ship.

Somewhere in the bridge, you were aware Usopp had run to hide there as the after-hours of fun began to take its toll. Luffy disappeared outside the ship and you wondered if anyone had noticed yet that the ship was one straw hat less.

You’d been sitting inside Nami’s room since she left, unable to leave just in case she’d changed her mind and came back. You wondered how long you could wait here before reality forced you to face it that the small family you’d chosen was falling apart.

Not much longer if the rising hues of the sun’s blood-orange tint on the night sky had anything to say about it.

With one last glance around the room, you headed back out onto the bridge. You didn’t know where to go. You didn’t feel like playing nursemaid, though you were sure Usopp would’ve appreciated the help, and you didn’t think you could keep quiet about a missing orange-haired girl if Luffy asked where she was.

You were starting to feel your own hangover begin to creep in and one thing was for certain, you were going to need some coffee.

Your footsteps sounded loud against the wood. The sound only reminds you of how empty the Merry had become. You pushed through the galley’s French doors and found yourself walking into a Zoro deep in meditation. It was something he usually did in the confines of his room sandwiched between his crates of rum and the small window that looked port side. You’d only ever seen him do it once on the stern of the ship in the early morning when no one was around.

Not that you were staring or watching or anything.

All three of his swords were set on the hanging baby blue table in front of the window seat where he now sat. His bandana was secured to his head about as tightly as his arms were to his chest. His eyes were still closed and you thought, maybe you’d be lucky enough to turn around and run back to the bridge. You’d take your chances with Luffy.

“If you’ve come to talk me out of the duel I’ll tell you right now. You’ll just be wasting your time.”

He growled out the words from somewhere deep in his chest. It croaked in places as if he’d been asleep and your presence had woken him. Zoro hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but he didn’t need to see to know you were there.

You’d come stomping in like a person ready to perform a verbal battle when all you wanted was some coffee and a little bit of calm before…

“I came for coffee not to tell you how much of an inconsiderate asshole you’re being.”

That got his eyes to open and focus on you. You only spared him a moment before you made your way to the cupboards. You were just going to focus on getting a cup and what you needed to make your coffee. You weren’t going to acknowledge him.

Even as you reached the cabinets and started searching for the kettle, you could feel his eyes boring between your shoulders. It forced an irritation to set fire in your chest and that only seemed to grow worse until your hands were squeezing the iron of the handles. At any moment, you expected to see blood dripping from your palms.

You let out a deep breath and tried to push away all the things you wanted to say. To scream at him. You found the kettle and focused on filling it up and turning on the stove because if you didn’t you would start yelling at him about how maddening he was. It was a good thing you had to look for the coffee grounds to steep them or else you would’ve burst with how petty he was; the bitchest man alive.

If it wasn’t for making your damn coffee you would’ve crumbled into a sobbing mess as you struggled to find the words to make him stay. You were doing a pretty good job at ignoring him, but of course, Zoro could never just leave it alone. He always had to poke and prod and-

“You seem to be struggling with that coffee.”

“And why does it matter to you? Are you suddenly in the mood to be caffeinated?”

“Just wondering how long it’s going to take for you to finish and get the hell out of the galley.”

“Okay, that’s enough! Enough, Zoro!”

You hated how your voice betrayed you. The way it broke as his name left your lips. What you hated more was how he responded to the exact sound as it touched his ears. His body language was still rigid but he sat up straighter. His arms dropped down from his body to sit in his lap.

“I get that this means something important to you. It’s a lifelong goal and you want to accomplish it, but how can you expect to accomplish anything when you push people away.”

“I’ve accomplished plenty on my own before I ever meet any of you.”

“That’s fantastic. Great for you,” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “What I’m saying is, you don’t have to do everything alone anymore. We are all here for you-“

“Why do you even care? What was it you said, that I better hope Mihawk kills me or I’m going to wish he had.”

You knew saying that would come back to haunt you. How many times had Naan told you speaking out of anger never made a situation better? Zoro thought you’d said it because you hated him to the point you hoped he’d lose.

“I only said that because you are being an ass.”

“I didn’t know you hated me enough to hope I died.”

“I don’t hate you, Zoro! And the last thing I want is to see you get hurt or worse fucking die. Why can’t you see what it would do to the people who care about you? Why can’t you see that I like you, you idiot!”

The words stumbled out before you could catch them. Your chest felt like it was on the verge of collapsing while your lungs refused to release the breath it held captive. It felt like a lifetime passed between the two of you, and yet you knew it was only seconds. It was long enough for the sting of tears to crown your eyes as you waited for Zoro to do something. Anything.

What made it worse was how unmoved he appeared by your confession. Your words didn’t seem to cause any reaction from him other than his usual empty stare. The cool look of emotionless stone replaced the teasing sparks of mischief that gleamed in his eyes or the smiles that warmed his face when he was surrounded by his crew.

You would’ve given anything for any emotion besides the empty reply you received.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I want to know you, really know you, but first, I need the chance to do that. I can’t do that if you’re dead.”

“I’m not going to lose.”

“You don’t know that!”

“It’s obvious that you don’t believe in me. Like Nami. You both think I can’t do it.”

“Oh my god, Zoro - enough! We are just worried for you. We give a shit about you still being alive. I want to be able to wake up and hear your grumpy ass voice or find you drinking on the stern. I want to be able to have conversations with you while you begrudgingly go with me to forge ingredients and put flowers in my hair. I want to see you look at me the way you did standing alone on the Merry like you did tonight.” You took in a shaky breath as you took a cautious step toward his seated position. “You have infuriatingly crawled your way inside my bones, Roronoa Zoro, and have taken hold. I don’t want to know what life is like without you.”

Your breathing was fast and shaky as if you'd been running. It didn’t matter that the tears you’d struggled to contain fell freely down your cheeks or that your chest heaved, ready to cave in at any moment.

You were vaguely aware of the Sun beginning to peak its way inside the windows. The timer on what could possibly be the last time you were with Zoro coming to an end. Maybe that was why when he moved to stand you allowed yourself to hope. You let yourself believe maybe your admission meant enough to make him stay, but you watched as he silently slid each katana into their holsters on his sash and it felt like the ground opened up and swallowed you whole.

“Why can’t you just admit you have feelings for me?”

It was true that you didn’t know much about the world or how it works. You’d never been out of the village. Never had many friends outside of Usopp. The boys in the village are always ridiculous or sometimes cruel or just too stupid to look at. You imagined you had to be broken since all you’d cared about was becoming the greatest doctor you could be. So, maybe you’d read into the small glances too much or the way when you almost fell and he’d secured you close to him with his chin dipping into your neck. It was subtle but you felt it.

People didn’t just do that when they didn’t like someone, did they?

Once he’d made sure everything was secured inside his sash, Zoro came around the table and walked until he stood beside you. He wouldn’t look at you and just kept looking at the battle ahead because now the sun had risen and he had a promise to fulfill.

“I don’t give a shit about you.” His words stabbed into your chest and twisted. It felt worse than anything you’d ever felt; a storm cloud of emotions that darkened your mind. But underneath that, you could hear the tremor in his own voice as he forced himself to tell you. “You’re just another one of Luffy’s little add-ons to an already big enough freak show of a crew.”

“Why are you so scared to give a shit?”

“Scared of what?” This time when he snapped it whipped his head to look at you. The soft touch of his eyes hardened into something wild and desperate. “Of you?”

“Either you’re scared or you are a coward. Only someone who’s a coward can’t admit to the truth.”

“Or maybe you’re just delusional.”

Maybe you were. You didn’t know how the world worked. How people worked. You’d traveled into uncharted territory when Zoro began to worm his way inside your brain and hold your heart hostage. It was possible you’d only seen what you’d hoped to see.

His jaw ticked to whatever irritated thought he had while he looked at you. You expected him to say something else. To finally tear you completely down until there was nothing left. Instead, he turned away from you and started towards the galley’s French doors dismissing you completely.

You listened as he pushed through with the soft sound of the doors swinging on their hinges filling the space. You weren’t going to follow. You couldn’t watch him walk out knowing he may never come back.

It felt like an eternity passed before you heard the first clash of blades outside the Merry. You were still standing where Zoro had left you. Unable to move, at first, in case you take that move forward and restart time. As if you had the ability to keep it suspended and him safe.

It wasn’t until that ringing of metal scraping against metal resonated inside the wood of the Merry that your body jerked back into the present. You already knew Luffy would be there with Zoro; believing in him and cheering him on. Usopp too simply because he knew the power of what support could do for someone.

And Nami…

Nami had to be long gone by now and you? You were here cowering inside the safety of a vessel so you didn’t have to see. The sound of a body colliding into the dock gave yours a jolt.

Sure, Zoro had ripped out your heart after you’d admitted what you hadn’t been able to admit to yourself. You’d done it, selfishly, in hopes that it would keep him in the confines of the safety of the ship, but that wasn’t Zoro.

He wasn’t about safety and backing down from anything. From the moment you’d met him, you’d seen the dedication he held when it came to his ability to fight. The fire drove him to consume and lay waste to those who stood in his way, but underneath the harshness of the fire laid something soft. He’d defended that little girl in the bar. He stood up for those who preyed on villages and mercilessly attacked women and children.

For all the drinking and hard-headed idiotic things Zoro could do he was one of the best men you’d ever meet. There wasn’t anything that Zoro hadn’t proved he could do. So, why couldn’t it be possible for him to beat Mihawk?

With your mind decided, you pushed your back off the island counter and took off running at full speed. You would support him no matter what was shared between you. Zoro deserved it: he deserved to be believed in.

You were going up and over the stairs to take the ramp down to the dock when you saw Mihawk stab something small into his chest. You could feel your knees buckle. The way your body went limp and forced your legs to collapse in on themselves as they smashed into the wood of the ramp.

Zoro’s arms were spread out in Y shape. The edges of his swords barely missed the arm’s of Mihawk, the handles of his swords touching the design on his trench. He was close, but not close enough to do any damage and not far enough away from the small blade that Mihawk embedded deep in his chest.

“No.”

Your denial came out in a hush and was carried away by the wind.

Mihawk told him something. Maybe about retreating and forfeiting the match to save his life. It was enough to radiate rage through Zoro’s body and hardened his eyes with determination.

Zoro would never run. It wasn’t in his character.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Nami approach the dock. She came to stand between Luffy and Usopp and for a split moment, everything felt like it was going to be okay. Nami was back. The universe was working on fixing all the wrongs that happened in the last few hours.

Mihawk pulled the small blade from out of his chest and you watched as Zoro stumbled back. His swords helped him to stand back up on his feet to face him.

“I’ll do you the honor of killing you with Yoru.”

No. No.

The word almost clawed its way out of your throat. A possession so deep to halt time ached through your veins until you thought it was almost possible to do it. As if the very fabric of the air would rip open at any minute just to save him.

You couldn’t miss the satisfied smirk that curled Zoro’s lips.

“Now that’s more like it.”

You watched as he unsheathed the Wado Ichimonji and brought it up to his mouth. His body stood straighter as he connected the two swords as one and began to spin them. You’d seen him fight plenty of times with just the two swords. The sheer strength he had just using them didn’t seem to compare to anyone else. You’d seen him use his three-sword style only once before and nothing compared to the sheer strength and speed that came from him placing that blade between his teeth.

Hope blossomed in your chest as you watched him spin the swords. His body took off moments later as Mihawk moved to rush forward, meeting him in a clash that rattled like thunder from the impact. Zoro came to a sliding stop just feet in front of you. His swords still lifted up to deflect the blow from Mihawk’s blade before they crumbled to pieces in front of him.

Zoro locked eyes with you, your body mimicking his, as he removed the Wado Ichimonji from between his teeth. You could feel fresh tears streaming down your cheeks turning your vision blurry. With his eyes locked on you, he used it to help him get to his feet.

If your voice would’ve worked you would’ve told him to stop. That he didn’t need to turn around but you knew he would. This was Zoro. The most infuriating man on the planet and honored bound to his beliefs. You clamored to get to your feet. To run to him to try and keep him from turning to face Mihawk.

He must have seen it on your face. You were probably doing a terrible job of keeping your thoughts off your face. All the panic.

A soft smile slid across his lips. It wasn’t big enough to crack his lips or show teeth. It never reached his eyes, but it didn’t have to. It was a smile just meant for you. His way of telling you it was alright; to soothe you before the final blow came.

For one last fleeting moment, you looked at one another and you imagined yourselves back inside the ship. Zoro sitting in his hammock being his usual broody self while you clean up the wound on his chest. You could practically hear him mumbling some shit about you not being gentle against the lip of a newly opened bottle of rum.

It felt so real that, for a split second, you thought it was. You’d been so caught up in your own daydream that you hadn’t realized he’d turned his back on you. Now he was facing Mihawk his arms spread open wide giving him a perfect kill shot of his chest.

“Wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame.”

“Magnificent.”

In one swift motion, you watched as Mihawk sliced through the air with his blade cutting perfectly through Zoro’s chest.

“NO!”

This time you did find your voice and it was unhinged. All that panic you pushed to the side and all that hope you’d allowed yourself to blindly follow came crashing down like a wave. It strangled every last bit of feeling until all that was left was the crushing weight of despair. You were aware that Luffy was there at his side. You could hear him calling out to Zoro with his hands pressed at his body.

You were sprinting down the last of the ramp and onto the dock. You couldn’t remember bending down to be at his side but your eyes could see him. It was Zoro but not the Zoro you were used to.

Already he was turning ghostly pale as the wound continued to bleed. We have to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood and he was in so much pain. The wound Mihawk created went from the left shoulder down to the beginning of his sash. It was massive. Zoro’s breathing was shaky and would quiet down until you weren’t even sure if he was even taking in a full breath.

You reached over to feel his pulse. It weakly flutters against your ring and middle finger as you press down. When you pulled away you noticed your forearm streaked with blood.

“Monkey D. Luffy - what is your goal?”

“I’m going to become King of the Pirates.”

“King of the Pirates, eh? That’s a much more treacherous path than even defeating me.”

“I don’t care.” Luffy looked back at Mihawk. His usual determination in his voice, but it missed the warmth and it trembled with each word. Whether it was from anger or sadness you would never know. “It’s what I am going to do.”

“Hmm. Maybe you will at that. This world could use a few more wild cards. Roronoa Zoro, It’s too soon for you to die. Grow strong and come find me. I’ll be waiting.”

You wanted to scream at him to go to hell. You wished you could send him there yourself, but Zoro was still alert. He was fighting and that meant maybe it was his fate to be the one to send the big feathered asshole there himself.

You wanted to tell him that. To make a joke. You owed him the one about the Marine and the Pirate walking into a bar. You just couldn’t bring yourself to speak. Your hands were trembling violently every time you moved them to try and touch him. So, you clenched them down and kept them pressed into your thighs.

Usopp came to kneel beside Luffy and Nami slowly made her way to stand next to you.

“He’s losing so much blood. Doc, what should we do?”

What should we do?

What were you supposed to tell them? You were the doctor. Their doctor. It’s why Luffy had asked you to join. It was your job to heal them and keep them well.

Doc, what should we do?

You should know the answer. You should be the one ordering them around and telling them what to bring you to start staunching the wound.

“He’s gonna be okay. Hey Zoro, can you hear me? He said it was too soon for you to die.”

“Luffy-“

Fuck. Zoro sounded so weak. All the broody, snarky asshole comments that he’d made were full of life. Each word was rich with the baritone of his voice that dripped down your skin like honey. That same voice now barely rose above a whisper.

“If I fail to become the world’s greatest swordsman…you’ll be disappointed. Right?”

Each word came out strained. With each breath, he fought to take through the gash in his chest.

“You could never fail me.”

Zoro opened his eyes and looked over at his Captain. The pain began to make tears spring into his eyes and run down the corners.

“Never. Again. From now until I beat him.” A grunt of pain burst from his mouth as he grabbed his body to the hilt of the Wado Ichimonji and lifted it up to the sky. His free hand covered his face as if he was ashamed. “To become the world's greatest swordsman I will never lose again!”

Zoro swore it with such conviction you expected him to stand up at any moment and walk himself back to the Merry. Your assessment was wrong, however, when he suddenly went limp with the sword and his arm crashing down against the dock.

“Zoro?”

This time he was unresponsive. The blood pooling around his middle and seeping into the front of his gi blossomed into a flower that grew ever brighter with each passing second.

“Doc!” Usopp shouted. It was enough to finally tear your eyes away from Zoro and focus on something else. “What do we do? You’re the doctor here.”

“Right.” The word came out in a huff through your nose.

Your eyes scanned the scene that was laid out in front of you. It was time to be scientific about this. To focus on what was fixable in front of you and to put whatever feelings you had to the side.

Why did that feel easier said than done?

They were still waiting for you to direct them. Six pairs of eyes equally as lost as you waiting for direction on how to save their crew mate - their friend - in front of them. Your tongue lashed out to nervously wet your bottom lip as you scrambled to your feet.

“We - we need to move him back to the ship. We have to stop the bleeding.”

“Okay, right good call, Doc,” Luffy offered as you all scrambled to grab a limb.

“Just make sure that when we lift him we do it carefully-“

Luffy and Usopp didn’t wait for you and Nami to grab a hold of either leg. They just lifted and his legs flopped against the deck.

“Jesus, she said to do it together and carefully!” Nami snapped.

“I’m sorry I’m just nervous.”

Usopp was obviously as panicked as you.

“It’s alright, let's just grab him and get him back to the Merry.”

The four of you grabbed a hold of Zoro and this time smoothly picked him up. Luffy and Usopp carried his upper body and thank god he did. You weren’t expecting him to feel like you were trying to carry a sea cow. Scratch that. It felt like you were trying to carry a sea beast.

The first steps you took were good, but by the time you started making it up the ramp back into the Merry, you were all struggling not to drop your end.

“Easy! Easy! Jesus, be careful!”

Nami instructed the boys - mostly Usopp - as they took the last step down onto the bridge.

“Guys. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold my end,” Usopp grunted.

“We are almost there, Usopp. Just hold on.”

“I’m trying but this guy is really heavy.”

To prove his point, Usopp started shuffling backward quicker than you expected. He shoved his shoulder into the double doors of the galley forcing you all to catch up with him. The movement causes you and Nami to bump into one another as you each hold on to one of his legs.

“Easy. Don’t drop him!”

“I didn’t. He’s just heavy. I mean, he’s got a really big head. It’s, like, freakishly big.”

“Now is not the time, Usopp,” you grunted as you all moved to set him down on the island.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

The question came from Nami as she made her way around the galley’s kitchen. She was searching through cupboards at a furious rate and you didn’t have to ask what it was she was searching for. She’d heard you loud and clear about needing to stop the bleeding. You had some clean linens that were stashed inside your room. You should’ve gone for them, but suddenly, seeing Zoro lifeless on the island of the galley…you couldn’t recall any of your training.

“Zoro? Hey, can you hear me?”

Luffy’s soft question was drowned out by Usopp asking where the first aid kit was.

“Why would we need a first aid kit when we have a doctor?” Nami shot back.

“That’s right. Doc, what are we doing?”

They were looking to you to direct them. You are the doctor. This was your time to shine to be able to prove that you were worth the space Luffy had offered you. So, why couldn’t you move? Your brain was moving at a thousand miles a minute and yet every time it landed on free space it came up empty. If it wasn’t empty, it was screaming that Zoro was dying and you weren’t going to be able to save him.

Nami returned to the head of Zoro and was holding it in place. You weren’t sure why. The wound was on his chest. Usopp was now thrashing around the room looking for rags.

“Doc!”

This time Nami smacked your arm to get your attention. Your feet moved of their own accord to the edge of the island as you reached out and started peeling back the soaked fabric of his shirt.

There have been times when you were daydreaming in the privacy of your room that you imagined peeling back Zoro’s shirt just like this. To expose the taut muscles underneath. In all of your daydreams, it was never like this. Not like this.

A sharp hiss of air cut through your teeth as you exposed the large gash to the room. It was approximately two - almost three inches in width. The first and second layer of skin was severed leaving the third exposed and dangerously close to opening it to severe infection.

“These towels are all I could find. Where’s he bleeding from?”

“Everywhere.”

“Nami, I need you to add pressure with the towels. I have to run to my room and get some supplies.”

“Ok, but Doc hurry.”

Asking for speed felt like an understatement. There wasn’t a soul alive inside that ship who didn’t realize that Zoro was beginning to show fewer and fewer signs of breathing. His skin was taking on a grayish tone like a corpse making his green hair look sickly against the grotesque hue.

You didn’t bother telling her you knew he was dying. You just needed out of that room.

Your feet carried you out of memory to your room which sat directly across the hall from Zoro. How many times had you gone to go inside your own room and paused, considering knocking on his just to see him leaning against his open door? The thought of never having the chance to make it a reality spurred you inside your room.

You knew you were going to need thread and a good stitching needle to close the wound. What you really needed was something to fight infection both outwardly and inward. The tonic would have to wait. Without further thought, your hands started going through every jar that held a gathered plant and salves you’d previously made. What you needed was the same Chiterra you’d used on Zeff mere hours ago. It’d been left inside your satchel.

You ran to its place sat on your bed and upended the bag onto the mattress. Your hands flung everything off until you came to the jade-green bottle and held it up to the light. You didn’t need the sunlight to tell you there wasn’t enough in the bottle. You’d applied most of it on Zeff.

With a scream, you hurled the bottle against the wall. All that panic was turning to rage and you couldn’t keep it bottled in. You went to grab the things you did have and noticed on the small desk in the corner the snowdrop Zoro had placed behind your ear.

Suddenly, you were standing back inside that forest. The feeling of his fingertips gliding over your ear as he deposited the flower, hand lingering longer than it should’ve. There was no mistaking the way he looked at you then was the same way he’d looked at you on the deck. The same way he’d looked at you seconds before Mihawk and tried to slice him in half.

No. Zoro wasn’t going to die today.

Grabbing what you had, you rushed back out of your room and to the galley.

“We need to go to the Baratie and ask if they have any supplies.”

“What are you talking about?” Nami asked, flabbergasted. “How do you not have the supplies?”

“I used most of it last night, mending Zeff.”

“Why the hell were you doing that?!”

“It was to help, Luffy-“You took a deep breath and pressed your hands out, as if it was going to push all the panic you’d pressed down from climbing back up again. “It doesn’t matter now. Luffy, can you go to Baratie?”

“I’m not really hungry right now, Doc.”

“Luffy, no-“ deep breath. Breathe. “I need something that is able to fight an infection. Something we can put on the skin.”

“Right! Right, I can do that!”

Luffy looked over Zoro’s body one last time before he sprinted out of the kitchen. It left the three of you waiting there until he returned but you were done with waiting. You were a doctor and it was about damn time you acted like one.

If only you could get your hands to stop shaking.

“Usopp, I need you to take this needle over to the stove and sterilize it for me, please.”

“I’m on it, Doc.”

“What do you need me to do?”

Nami patiently waited to take whatever direction you would give her. You were sure if you told her to bring you fifty buckets of seawater she would do it without question.

“Just go back up towards his head and talk to him. I’m going to sew up the wound and, well, it’s not going to feel too great.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

You both went to move around the other to get into position when you lightly grabbed her arm in passing. She turned to you with eyes too wide to be anything else but shocked and you wondered if you mirrored her expression.

“Thank you for coming back.”

You weren’t sure why you needed to tell her that, especially at a time like this, but you meant it. No matter what was happening right now, Nami had proven to be the sister you’d never had. Without her here now you might have been lost.

You let your hand fall away as you came to the side of Zoro and began to unravel the thread. You had most of it unraveled when Usopp showed up beside you and handed over a very sterile needle. You threaded the black thread through the stitching needle and decided to start working on the smallest area.

Maybe by the time you finished with it the tremors in your hands might have disappeared.

Luffy arrived back from Baratie with Zeff and Sanji in tow. All three of them walked in just as you finished the last crisscross of stitching on Zoro’s chest.

“Oy, I was wondering why he was asking for me,” Zeff huffed as he came around the opposite side of the island. “I could’ve sworn you said you were a doctor.”

“I am. I just don’t have anything to put over the wounds to support healing or to keep them from getting infected. I asked Luffy to go in case you did.”

Sanji set down a basket on the island and you couldn’t keep your brow from quirking up in question.

“Are we having a picnic?”

“Very cute, smart ass,” Zeff shot back. “Yellowtail skin is known to have enzymes in the skin that staunch the wounds and speed up the healing process.”

As he explained it all to you, Sanji unrolled a set of very sharp-looking knives and handed the second largest to Zeff. Right after he unrolled the yellowtail from its wrapping and held it out for the older man to take.

Zeff stroked the fish in appreciation before he began to cut it. Once the head was removed and he sliced it in half, you all watched as he carefully thinly sliced the yellowtail’s skin in sections. Each section of the fish was cut and placed on a plate until the entire fish was flayed. When he finished with the last slice, Zeff motioned for someone to grab the plate as he made his way around to join you on your side of the island.

“It’s my turn to teach you a little something, girl.”

You wouldn’t deny that you didn’t know about yellowtail skin being able to do any of this. As you watched Zeff carefully layer it over your stitch work, you wondered if Naan was even aware of it.

“Is he going to be okay?”

Usopp’s question was so soft you wondered if he’d even spoken. His eyes, like the rest of you, all focused on the motionless body of your crew mate.

“I’m not going to lie to you. He’s lost a lot of blood. I’m sure your doctor can even tell you that. It might be too late for him.”

“But it might not be.”

Luffy wasn’t going to give up on Zoro. He refused to think of any possibilities where Zoro didn’t wake up. You wish you shared the same belief as him. That Zeff’s words didn’t sit heavily in your thoughts because it was the same one you had.

“He’s got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. You have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. Talk to him. Tell him stories. Sing him sea shanties for all I care. He may not reply, but at least he’ll know his crew is still with him.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “Singing lovely little tunes isn’t going to save anybody.”

“It’s not about science or what’s up here,” Zeff replied, a thick finger poking you dead between the eyes. “Sometimes it’s the heart of the matter that saves people.”

Naan would’ve hollered about Zeff being the biggest idiot she’d ever met if she’d heard one word of that. A part of you wanted to ask if he could tell by the look he gave you.

“We need to wrap him.”

“God, does that mean we gotta hold him up again?” Usopp whined.

“Yes,” you shot back. “Usopp it does mean I need you guys to help hold him up.”

“I can help you. If you like.”

Sanji stepped around Zeff to come to your side. All his earlier flirting was replaced by the genuine desire to help. You were sure if Zoro knew Sanji had helped him in any way he would implode, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Sure. I would appreciate it. Thank you, Sanji.”

You waited on bated breath to hear a cheesy pick-up line and found yourself coming up empty. You got your wraps ready as you motioned for Sanji to lift him and when you finished, Nami offered to let Zoro stay in her room. You didn’t help carry him inside and figured it was only a few short feet from the galley to her room.

You needed air. You needed rum. You still needed to go fix up your room.

The only thing you did was the first on that list.

You’d found yourself standing on the stern of the ship. Your arms hung over the railing as you took in the endless blue that surrounded you and the last few stragglers of ships remaining from the night before. You tried to let your mind relax by wondering who was on those ships; the stories Usopp could create would either leave you in wonder or hysterics.

That was what you really wanted. Your best friend to tell you a story as far-fetched as the one you’d all been a part of in less than twenty-four hours. You went to remove yourself from the rail when Luffy appeared beside you. His eyes scanned out over everything before him before he turned to smile at you.

“Hey, Doc.”

“Hey Luffy. Everything alright?”

He still looked shaken by everything that had happened. The smile he’d tried to plaster on his face while Zoro was still conscious on the dock was replaced now with something you never thought you’d see: fear.

Monkey D. Luffy was afraid. You wanted to reach out and hug him. To remind him that life came with no playbook and you were all just fumbling around trying to make the best decisions without ever knowing the outcomes.

“Yeah. No. Maybe Nami was right and I should’ve tried harder to stop Zoro.”

“Luffy, Zoro was always going to do what he wanted. I don’t think you telling him not to do it would’ve mattered. What he wanted to know was that you were in his corner believing he could do it. You did the right thing as a Captain. As a friend.”

As the words left you, you knew every single one of them was true. The stubborn idiot was going to go out and do this duel no matter what. It’s what he’d trained himself to do and why he continued to train. Who were any of you to tell him all of that was for nothing?

While Luffy listened and filtered your words through his head, you could see the small worry lines that had creased his forehead begin to ease. The darkness behind his eyes lightened just enough that you could feel his sunshine beginning to peek through the storm.

“I’m always going to be in every one of your corners because you guys are in mine.”

You tried to give him a weak smile. Something that could equal the one he’d given you. You could feel it falling flat and decided it was safer to look back over the side of the Merry or at your hands.

It was a mistake. How you’d missed the blood - Zoro’s blood - that had caked on your fingers and between them was beyond you. Instantly, you felt like you needed to bathe. To scrub your skin raw before it leaves a deeper imprint like an unwanted tattoo.

Luffy must have noticed your panic because he moved closer to you, shoulder to shoulder, and gently reached out to stop you from scratching through your skin.

“Why are you out here, Doc?”

His question was light. Soft. A whisper that forced you to hang your head before a flood of emotion threatened to burst from the dam in your chest.

“I should’ve believed in him more, like you do. I should’ve shown him or had more faith in who he is.”

“The Demon Pirate Hunter?”

That did make a snort of a laugh leave you as you looked up at Luffy.

“Your first mate.”

You were surprised when Luffy suddenly wrapped a long arm around you and pulled you into a tight hug. You thought you were going to have to tap out and tell him it was too much. Damn, could he give a good hug. But you didn’t. You wrapped an arm around his waist and allowed yourself to be consumed for just a little while by sunshine.

“You did an amazing job today, Doc.”

You pressed a scoff into his chest before you pushed away and secured yourself back over the railing.

“That’s really sweet Luffy, but no I didn't. I was sloppy. Unprepared. My response time was shit.” Your delay in helping Zoro could be what cost him his life. You didn’t want to say it out loud. The guilt - shame - of that hard fact sat like stones in your gut. “If Naan were here she’d have my ass.”

“But you saved him.”

Luffy looked so confused and you weren’t sure you wanted to explain it to him. He believed in you more than you believe in yourself.

“No. All I did was make him comfortable if he died.”

It felt like you were speaking through molasses. The idea of him dying filled your body with such raw grief it threatened to topple you over.

“That’s not true.”

It was true, and Naan would’ve used this moment as another one of her hard lessons. One just to prove why getting attached to others was never good for a healer. Everything she’d ever taught you had gone right out the window as you watched Zoro fall. All the training and knowledge wasted as you acted like a lovesick girl and not the one who maybe could’ve saved him if she hadn’t been so lost in her head.

No. You weren’t who Luffy thought you were or who you’d even thought you were. You should’ve stocked up on ingredients more. Noted all the tools you were missing and got them instead of worrying about a world full of promise and adventure.

“I’m going to go wash up, Luffy. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Make sure you stop in to see Zoro, Doc. I know he’d like to hear from you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Would he want to see someone who selfishly tried to keep him from being who he was? You could still hear the last conversation playing in your head. The way his voice cracked just enough to notice.

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

You didn’t mean it. You weren’t sure if you could face him but another part of you wondered if the last memory you wanted to carry of him was him lying bleeding on Baratie’s dock.

The bath had been scolding hot and your skin was still slightly red from how furiously you’d scrubbed it. You’d had no intention of going in to see Zoro.

Not yet.

But as you left your room you heard Nami’s voice raise and you bolted toward the sound. What if something was happening to Zoro? Instead of the possibility of you going into doctor mode, you noticed it was yelling of a different kind.

“And I would like it if Zoro wasn’t dying in my bed!”

No! Not dying…

You came shooting around the corner and into the room. Your eyes take in a small-looking Luffy as Nami stands on the opposite side of where Zoro lies. Her eyes were piercing and sharp and full of anger directed solely at your captain.

“I can’t get in the way of someone’s dream, Nami.”

“What’s going on here?”

Nami’s gaze moved over to you and it made you want to stop in your tracks. It felt like she was almost blaming you for the dying friend in her bed.

“Nothing. I was just leaving.”

“Again?”

The word came out before you could stop it. The irritation sparked from her in waves. You hadn’t meant to say it but you were too emotionally exhausted to care.

“Again?” Luffy asked, visibly lost.

“It's nothing,” Nami quickly dismissed your words as she set down the book she’d been reading. “Just a slip of the tongue. Right, Doc?”

She wasn’t giving you time to answer her because she wasn’t trying to have more conversation. Not with you and definitely not with Luffy. Somehow, you’d both ended up in the shit yard.

You turned to watch her retreat and didn’t take one step forward until you were sure she was gone. You reached out to Luffy and touched his arm briefly before you dropped it back down to your side.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just-“

He was back to looking lost. His eyes searched for answers ingrained in the wood of the ship and coming up short. He looked up at Zoro still lying motionless in bed and turned in your direction.

“I’m going to get the Wado Itchy Monkey ready for him when he wakes up.”

“Itchy monkey?”

“His sword.”

Now this was the Luffy you knew. It wasn’t as cheerful as it should’ve been but you would take this smile over the wounded look any day.

“Oh, right. The Itchy Monkey.”

You hoped somehow Zoro could hear this and was screaming.

“Do you want to come with me? I think Sanji is also with Usopp in the galley cooking something. If you want to eat.”

“Maybe later. I need to do an assessment first.”

“Oh, yeah. Let us know how it goes.”

“You got it, Captain.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?

“Captain. No one else does.”

His question took you back. Was there something else he wanted to be referred to instead of Captain? He’d seemed to make it pretty clear his dream wasn’t just finding the One Piece, but having a crew all his own.

“Uhm, because you’re my Captain and that is false. Usopp does say it…sometimes. In between calling himself Captain Usopp.”

You waited to see that infamous smile brighten his face. The one that reminded you of the good that was housed inside him and the painful realization he was still so young. What you got instead was a softer smile, one that still reached his eyes but spoke plainly of gratitude.

“Make sure that when you’re done you get something to eat. That’s an order.”

You offered up a mock salute as you replied, “Aye, Captain.”

It felt ridiculous. It felt silly but it also felt good. Like you weren’t standing in a room where Zoro was slipping in and out of death. Silly like sitting back in a restaurant. All five of you enjoying a meal filled with laughter and teasing conversation.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to face the unconscious man before you. He looked incredibly peaceful and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve believed he was just sleeping. But his breathing was still too shallow and there wasn’t any eye movement indicative of dreaming or thought.

He looked like a shell of the man you’d fallen in love with. The color hadn’t returned to his skin and there was a noticeable sheen of sweat to his forehead and upper lip. Gently, you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead and felt the warmth to his skin.

You figured there would be a fever, but not so soon. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad sign but you wouldn’t dwell on it. A fever meant he needed medicine, which was your specialty. You set to work pulling what you needed out of your satchel and began to make something to help reduce the fever and hopefully help whatever infection was in his blood.

After you steeped all the ingredients through the strainer you walked over to Zoro and gently lifted up his head. You had some trouble wiggling the nose of the bottle between his lips when you remembered you still had to contend with his teeth.

“A pain in the ass even while dying,” you groaned.

You placed his head back down against the pillow and quickly ran through your options. You tried to prop him up as much as you could before you placed your hand on his chin and applied a small amount of pressure until you felt his jaw begin to open. Finally, you were able to deposit some of the medicine between his lips. Your hands gently coax his throat to swallow by running your fingers against the skin.

Once it was done you placed the jar behind you on Nami’s dresser and went to get a cool washcloth. You weren’t sure if you were going to stay until you started wiping the sweat from his brow.

You found yourself sitting in the chair Nami no doubt abandoned and the book she’d been reading to him. The tale of Noland. The liar. A man who claimed to have seen something and there was never any proof.

Liar. That’s what stuck out to you the most.

You’d been staring at the cloth in your hands, fingers picking at the fraying pieces unable to look at him. Not until now.

You weren’t sure why you felt so unsure of whether you should be there. If you should bother staying. The last time you’d spoken he’d made it clear what he thought of you and yet…

Reaching out you took hold of his hand for the first time. It felt wrong doing it like this but what were the chances of you being able to do it again? Your thumb moved slowly over his knuckles as if trying to outline each one perfectly to memory.

“How are you supposed to train me to kick your ass if you don’t wake up?”

Zoro didn’t show any signs of stirring at your words. You expected him to turn his head at any minute. His eyes flew open in horror at the idea of you ever kicking his ass. You could practically hear all the remarks he’d make.

“The day you ever kicked my ass is the day hell freezes over.”

“It’ll take a miracle for you to even get close.”

But they were the only ones that you heard in your head. Figments of previous conversations warped to fit the crazy narrative that he would be able to answer you back.

“You know, if Naan could’ve seen how I acted today she would’ve killed me.”

An empty laugh left you as you looked up at his face. There wasn’t the usual dart of a raised brow in teasing. No hard stare that made you feel like he was silently yelling at you for getting on his nerves.

“She would’ve been disappointed. She taught me over the years that a doctor who can’t think on their feet at lightning speed is useless. A doctor who got emotionally attached to their patients was equally as useless.” You tore your eyes away from him to look at the safety of your lap. Unable to look at him as you spoke, “I was useless at being able to help you when it mattered.”

The sob you’d been struggling to hold back erupted in a burst that forced you to cover it with your hand. You couldn’t let anyone else hear you as you shattered.

“Maybe that was my final lesson from her. To prove that caring for all of you the way I do is only going to harm you later.”

What good was having a doctor who was only going to fail them later? But Zoro still being alive proved that it wasn’t just medicine that kept people going, but their own desire to live. That was all you wanted. You didn’t need him to wake up and proclaim his undying devotion to you. Even if he woke up still hating you, you would accept it. Anything was good enough for you if it meant you’d get to see him smile one last time.

Walking into the galley you expected it to be either quiet or at least filled with light conversation. Maybe even a couple of gloomy faces.

What you hadn’t expected? For it to smell like Baratie inside the tiny space, and to find the reason for the smell to be Sanji talking away with Luffy and Usopp while he cooked.

“It smells like heaven in here,” you mused, taking in a deep inhale of all the aromas floating inside the kitchen.

Usopp was leaning against the island - in the same exact spot Zoro had been in mere hours ago. His blood still stained part of the wood. You couldn’t bring yourself to go near it. So, you made your way around it completely and over to sit with Luffy. Who was currently cleaning the Wado Ichimonji for Zoro just like he said he would.

Everywhere you looked Zoro’s presence was a constant reminder. A ghost haunting you that you hadn’t signed up for.

“If this is heaven then in walked an Angel.”

Instantly, all your sadness was quickly replaced with irritation - and relief.

“It’s a little too early to be flirting, isn’t it?”

“Nah. It’s never too early to let a beautiful woman know just how breathtaking she is.”

“Ugh, I wouldn’t let Zoro hear you talk to Doc like that,” Usopp chuckled nervously. “I think he’d probably implode.”

“I’m sorry. Who?”

Sanji either must have had the worst memory you’d encountered in a while or he was playing dumb for the hell of it. Usopp took a bit of the apple he’d grabbed from the fruit bowl. He held up a finger letting Sanji know he needed to wait while he chewed before he spoke.

“Green-haired guy. Three swords.”

“The one from this morning?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

Sanji cocked his head to the side as if he was questioning if Usopp was telling him a joke and he’d missed the punchline. He was in the middle of folding something in the middle of what looked like dough and you were tempted to interrupt their small discussion about your nonexistent love life to see what it was.

“I think I’ll take my chances.”

Sanji smiled warmly at Usopp and sent another eye twitch in your direction.

This guy was going to give you trouble.

You watched as Luffy softly ran one of Zoro’s clothes over the sheath of the blade. He was taking his time and made sure he didn’t miss a single part. He was dedicated to making sure Zoro knew his things were safe here, with all of you, on the Merry. That he was a captain who would do what was necessary for the things you all loved and held valuable.

“So, how did he look, Doc?”

Luffy’s question tore your eyes away from watching him do another round of polishing. He hadn’t looked at you yet, but you knew the minute you started talking he would give you his undivided attention.

“He’s doing okay. No real change in vital signs. A slight infection has set in and gave him a fever. I made some medicine to give him every few hours just to make sure it’s nothing major.”

Luffy placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a light shake. A smile graced his lips as he replied, “The best doctor in all of the East Blue and soon, the Grand Line!”

You wish you could smile back brighter or maybe with something that looks genuine. Instead, a grimace meant to resemble a smile graced your lips.

“I don’t know about the best doctor. I had no idea yellowtail skin had so many wonderful properties in them.”

“I don’t think any of us did, honestly,” Sanji offered.

“It makes me wonder if Naan even knew about it.”

“What? You mean the resident doctor in your village never used the wonder that is yellowtail.”

“I think if you told Naan to go fishing for an ingredient you’d end up fishing your teeth off the floor.”

“Oooh,” Sanji chuckled. “Is she really that bad?”

“Worse,” Usopp interjected. “Naan isn’t really known for taking new age information or techniques very well.”

“Hey,” you interject with a pout.

“You know it’s true. She follows what her mother taught her religiously and makes Doc follow it too. I’m not saying she’s not a great doctor just…really old school.”

“I mean, she is old, Usopp,” you deadpanned.

“You know what I meant.”

“You two seem to know each other pretty well.”

Sanji was keeping himself busy still with scooping batter into a piping bag. You were so tempted to ask him what the hell he was making and how soon would you be able to get any of it. His statement was said with an inviting smile and a look of interest in his eyes as he looked between you and Usopp.

“Doc and I go way back. She was literally, like, my only friend in the village we grew up in.”

“That is not true. You had Kaya. I had you and Naan and that was about it.”

“I’m sure a beautiful woman such as yourself has plenty of friends and admirers.”

God, please make him stop calling you beautiful.

“Well, you’re wrong. No one in the village liked me.”

“They were actually scared of her.”

You loved how casually Usopp could just drop information without a care in the world. He was always like that since you were kids. You figured it must have been part of his ability to weave stories so intricately. Sprinkle truth throughout the lie and no one was sure what part was real and what wasn’t. The only problem here? He didn’t follow it up with anything else but the truth.

“Usopp!” You shot out in a groan.

He’d taken a bit of the apple again so all you got in response was a shoulder shrug.

“Why would villagers be scared of you?”

It wasn’t hard to miss the disbelief in Luffy’s voice or the small chuckle that clung to the back of each word.

“Because-“

“Because she just showed up out of thin air on the island.” Usopp interrupted trying to swallow the remaining apple pieces in his throat. “No parents. No nothing. They all thought that a Siren or something dropped her off on the shores. All the villagers thought she was a bad omen.”

“Oh my god, Usopp! I’m like right here I can tell it and, by the way, you are the reason why everyone thought I came as a curse from the ocean and that my mom was a Siren!”

“I was trying to help you. It got Johnny Fittsmore to stop cutting pieces of your hair, didn’t it!”

“Wow. Okay.” Sanji mumbled. “Weren’t kidding on the friend's part.”

“Why was he cutting pieces of your hair?”

You weren’t surprised Luffy was confused. He was kind-hearted, and would probably never grasp the concept of people choosing to be mean.

“I just showed up on the beach aboard a small lifeboat. Naan said she could hear my cries from her house.”

“Cries? As in a baby?”

Sanji stopped all he was doing to rest his hands on the counter. His broad shoulders hunched forward as he looked at you through a small window of hair. He looked visibly upset and the last thing you needed was the new guy to think you were broken.

“I don’t know if I was a baby. I just know I was small and Naan decided not to let the birds eat me.”

“No parents?”

“I mean, does anyone really have parents at this point?”

Usopp’s mom unfortunately passed away while you were both young. He’d never met his dad, Yasopp, wherever that no good baby daddy of a pirate was and basically had Usopp chasing after shadows in hopes he would ever return. Luffy seemed to only have a crazy stalker grandpa and that left Nami and Zoro with the chance of having actual functioning parental units somewhere.

“The lucky ones do.”

Sanji’s reply was delicate, like his smile, as if he said it too loud it would spook you.

“I guess that makes us an unlucky bunch of misfits,” you replied.

“I think we’re pretty lucky,” Luffy interjected. “We all found each other.”

You were not going to cry.

In the few hours this all happened, you couldn’t remember the last time you smiled and meant it. A handful of those times had been with Luffy and, just like the times before, you could feel your own smile curving your lips. A real one.

“I could drink to that.”

“Funny you mention a drink,” Sanji began as he placed something in the oven. “But I think you still owe me one.”

You got up from your seat and made your way over to stand next to the sink. Your eyes watched as Sanji did, in fact, have a bottle waiting in the basket he’d brought back from Baratie.

“You always carry a bottle around with you?”

“Only when I get the chance to share a drink with a talented woman, such as yourself.”

“Do any of these lines usually work on women?”

A full-throated laugh left him as he grabbed two glasses and began to pour the drinks. You would never say it out loud, not even if someone threatened to cut a limb off, but you enjoyed Sanji’s company. He didn’t take himself too seriously, except for his cooking.

He let you tease him and took everything you served in stride. Although…you did miss the way Zoro always seemed to have something equally sharp to send back your way. Sanji just liked being in the company of others, especially if that company happened to be the opposite sex.

“Sometimes,” he answered honestly. “It’s usually my charm and not my words that do it.”

“I can see that.”

He was charming. He was handsome. There wasn’t a point in denying facts just because your cup of tea was currently brewing on life support in the back. Sanji handed you your glass and lifted his up in a toast.

“To the first drink and, hopefully, to many more.”

You moved your glass to meet his and a light clink filled the space between you. You brought the glass to your lips and swallowed the liquid in a few gulps. As you set your glass back on the island you could hear a soft chuckle from Usopp coming from behind you. When you turned to look at him he was grinning from ear to ear.

“What?”

“Zoro is going to be so pissed when he gets up.”

You were about to tell him to shut up and remind him you were both very much single and in no way romantically involved. Even if you might have wanted that to happen, Zoro made it clear it wasn’t what he wanted.

You started to open your mouth when Nami came crashing in through the galley’s doors.

“Luffy! Luffy! The Arlong Pirates are at Baratie. We have to leave now.”

“What? Why? Why should we leave?”

“Because they are looking for you!”

“Just fucking great,” you sighed as you grabbed the bottle Sanji had left on the table.

Her last words were directed at Luffy. Of course, someone was here for Luffy. When wasn’t someone here for him? Stalker grandpa. Stalker grandpa’s war dog. Now another pirate who may or may not be working with stalker Grandpa.

“Me?”

Luffy seemed as surprised as the rest of you. A finger pointing at himself just to make sure we were all physically sure it was, in fact, him.

“And the map. Those fishmen will tear this place apart if Zeff doesn’t turn him over.”

In a flash, all the joking and light conversation disappeared. One minute Sanji was beside you and then he was bounding around the island to get to his coat.

“Where are you going?”

“If Baratie‘s in danger, I need to be there.”

You knew what was going to happen before Luffy even spoke. The goodness that was the core of who Luffy was would never abandon people to possible pain and suffering. It wasn’t in whatever strange and stretchy DNA that made up who he was. It was why you’d joined him and why you would continue to be aboard this ship until he no longer wanted you there.

“Alright, I’m coming with you.”

“Did you not hear what I just said? They are hunting you. We need to run.”

“I’m with Nami on this one. I’m really not trying to ruffle any feathers or scales.”

“Usopp. There are innocent people inside that place.

“How do you know that, Doc? It’s a restaurant that serves pirates!”

“Usopp - we,” you indicated between the two of you, “are pirates.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s a solid point, but still-“

“I’m not running,” Luffy cut in. “We’re going to protect this place.”

“This isn’t your fight. Why would you do that?”

You could feel yourself waiting for the answer - for Sanji to experience the man that was Monkey D. Luffy. With a kind smile, he simply replied, “You fed us.”

Kindness for a kindness.

“Look, I know this crew. Their captain, Arlong, has the highest bounty in all of the East Blue. You do not want to mess with him.”

“It sounds like he messed with us first.”

“Luffy, please. Please.”

“Nami. What are you so afraid of?”

You weren’t sure what possessed you to say it or why you moved towards her. It didn’t matter if she tried to deny it or cover it up with anger this time. You’d seen her and the fear that rolled off her like a sickness appeared to cripple her.

“What do I have to be afraid of? You are all going to rush in there and get yourselves killed!”

“Nami,” Luffy said, “I can’t let innocent people get hurt because of me. If those fishmen guys want a fight, we’re gonna give them one.” He looked between Nami and you and walked over to her. A solid hand cupping her shoulder. “You two stay back with the ship and protect the map. Hmm.”

“Fuck that!”

You stepped forward to the other side of him forcing him to turn from Nami to face you.

“I’m going with you.”

“Doc, it’s safer-“

“I don’t care. You’re down a man right now and, no offense Usopp, he isn’t the greatest choice for backup.”

“Hey! I’m taking all the offense!”

“Take it all I don’t care. Luffy, I may not be a three-sword-wielding badass but I can help you. Let me help you. Please.”

Luffy regarded you for one long moment before he slowly nodded.

“You can’t be serious?”

Nami regarded you like you’d gone insane. Maybe you had. You weren’t a soldier. You didn’t know much about fighting besides when you punched Isaki Quade in the nose in the lemon grove.

“I’m going with him, Nami.”

“It’s going to be alright, Nami,” Luffy interjected. “The ship and the map will be safe with you.”

With that, Luffy turns on his heel and heads for the door. As you walked past the island you reached up and removed a pot from the upper rack. If Zoro could see you now, you could already hear what he would say in your head.

Seriously? You’re bringing the pot with you?

“What’s with the pot?” Sanji asked.

You twirled it around in your hand as you both tried to keep pace with Luffy’s quick steps.

“It’s my weapon of choice.”

Sanji still looked confused but you didn’t have time to explain. Luffy was already up and over the side of the Merry and walking towards the deck. If you didn’t catch up fast he would be inside Baratie before you even made it to the door.

“This is a bad idea. Such a bad idea.”

You knew Usopp was trying to whisper it to himself. He’d always been one to talk his thoughts out when he wasn’t even trying. You tried to soothe him as you passed through the door into Baratie with a pat on his back, and instead, he nearly became one with the ceiling.

“We are going to be okay, Usopp.”

“You shouldn’t even be here, Doc,” he snapped back. “You are the ship's doctor. What happens if we get injured and so do you?”

“The good news is in that scenario I’m just injured - not dead. So, I can still patch you guys up.”

“That doesn’t make me feel the least bit better.”

If the mood wasn’t so serious you would’ve laughed. The moment felt like you were back in Syrup village with Usopp rambling on and on about if he should or shouldn’t tell Kaya he was in love with her. No matter what you told him, his head would still worry. It was his nature.

Everything froze in time, however, when Luffy pushed open the double doors and stepped inside the eerily quiet dining room.

“Who here is Arlong?”

That was one way to make an entrance.

“That would be me.”

A deep voice boomed from below you and when you looked over the railing, immediately you wished you’d stayed on the ship. He was holding an older man by the collar, sharp teeth exposed at his throat. You suddenly wished Zoro was here.

“My name is Monkey D. Luffy and I hear you're looking for me.”

“Why, yes I am.”

You had to hand it to Luffy. Arlong looked terrifying to look at and overly confident. Luffy didn’t seem the least bit phased by any of it as he led you all down the stairs.

“So, this is the pirate I’ve heard so much about? You know? I was expecting someone…bigger.”

“So was I.”

If you weren’t so fucking terrified you would’ve laughed. At least Luffy was able to smile for the both of you, because the minute eyes darker than the trenches of the ocean peered up at all of you ready to rip out your throats you swear you felt your soul exit stage left.

“Do you know who I am, boy? I’m Arlong the Saw. Even the Marines flee before my flag.”

“Not ringing a bell. How’s you find me anyway?”

A sickening chuckle that reminded you of gills taking in water filled the room.

“An old friend helped me track you down.”

He clicked his tongue right after he finished, and you hated the fact that you jumped. You hated it even more when Sanji moved to stand just a little in front of you to protect you.

In all of a second, the dirty blonde-haired fishmen reached into a black bag and took out a-

“Is that a fucking clown head?!”

You wanted to scream but swallowed it down as it started talking and- oh god moving. The neck area actually wiggled as he shouted, “Heya, Straw Hat. Did you miss me?”

“Burpy? What are you doing here?”

“Believe me, it wasn’t my first choice either. But these fine fishy folk persuaded me to point them in the right direction, which ain’t easy when you don’t have any hands.”

He let out a laugh like this was like any other day. All completely normal.

“How’d you even know how to find me?”

“I told you. I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere.”

To prove his point, you watched in horror as an ear fluttered its way out of Luffy’s hat and back to attach itself to Burpy’s head.

“What is happening right now?”

Your whisper was aggressive and you weren’t even sure why you were even asking Usopp or Sanji like they even knew. It just made you feel a bit better when all three of you looked at each other equally disturbed.

Luffy, as usual, looked less shocked about the ear in his hat and more that he’d been listening.

“You were listening all along? You heard everything?”

“Everything. And that got old quick, ‘cause you shidiots have no idea what you are doing. By the way, Doc, it's so nice to finally meet you. You’re equally as delicious as Dreamsicle. Wherever she is. Hey, Lips!”

Burpy turned to yell at the fishmen who did have rather large lips to scratch his ear. You were still stuck on the fact a clown head was trying to hit on you.

Maybe you should’ve just stayed with Nami on the boat.

The fishmen denied him his apparent scratch and Burpy went into full shriek mode. You instantly winced at the sound and tried not to cover your ears as his head was shoved back inside the black bag.

“Listen here. I want my map and half of whatever you plunder as tribute. And if you bow down to me, I might even let you serve in my kingdom.”

Arlong was walking slowly towards you - towards Luffy. You weren’t sure if while he talked he was smiling or snarling.

“I don’t bow down to any man.”

“I’m no man.”

“Or fish,” Luffy corrected. “You’re no king.”

“I will be when I get my Grand Line map.”

“Then…” Luffy placed his hat back on his head and you already knew what was coming. “You’re going to have to fight me for it.”

Shit.

Suddenly, coming in with a fucking cooking pot felt ridiculous, but you were gripping it tightly all the same.

“Then let the fighting begin.”

Right as Arlong smacked his fist into his hand, the sound of a gunshot went off and your eyes traveled up to see a rather large Chef’s hat in the middle of the room. Attached to that hat was Zeff who held a small muscat in his hand.

The other fishman who sat at the table with Blondie immediately got up and kicked the wood of Zeff’s wooden leg. It broke without pause and sent the older man tumbling to the floor. When he looked up, the Fishman kicked him hard and sent him flying back through three tables.

“Zeff!”

Sanji’s voice was filled with so much pain your chest aches but it was also thundering to life with adrenaline. How the fuck did you think a pot was going to help at all against them? You could hear Zoro chastising you, calling you a dumbass and you swiftly pushed it away. Now was not the time to talk to imaginary Zoro.

Sanji ran down the stairs and kicked Blondie away and used the momentum to land on their table. He spun off and kicked the Fishman who’d hurt Zeff.

“Usopp!”

He ran past you and shrank down small to get under the table. No one else saw him do it. They were too busy watching Sanji as he took on the fishman.

“Usopp, get bac-“

You moved down the stairs to get him and were greeted with Sanji’s body landing on the exact table. It tipped over instantly and exposed Usopp underneath. He immediately clamored out from underneath it.

“Get the people out of here! Get them out now!”

You rushed down what was left of the stairs as Luffy started shouting out his gum-gum pistol. You could hear his body stretching impossibly far back, but you were busy trying to get to Sanji. He was choking on the air trapped in his lungs and your body was seized in terror that he may have a punctured lung.

“Sanji,” you asked, placing a hand on his face to bring him to focus on your face and the other gently on his side. “Are you alright? Does anything feel broken?”

“Just…my pride,” he wheezed back.

You ignored the fact he’d placed his hand over yours and lightly began to move him towards Usopp who was now on the other stairs. You looked back and saw Arlong toss Luffy violently against the pillar.

“Get up!”

“Luffy!”

You tried to move down off the stairs and felt Sanji grip you tightly around your waist to keep you there with him and Usopp. He kept throwing punch after punch and Arlong took them all with stride. Luffy wasn’t making a dent and to Arlong this was just a game.

Luffy tried to swing on him one last time and Arlong caught it. He tried to swing again to make Arlong let him go, and he easily caught that one. With both fists in his hands, he used them to pull Luffy to him.

You tried to wiggle free but Sanji held on tight and the feeling of Usopp’s hand on your shoulder joined in. Luffy looked so scared; so angry as Arlong told him something through sharpened teeth. One minute they were there and the next Arlong flung him up into the foray.

“Luffy!”

This time you did scream as Arlong took the stairs to reach him. The continued sounds of a body being thrown through stained glass windows.

“Doc, I know you want to go to him but you can’t! It isn’t safe.”

“Fuck that I can’t just let him die!”

You were nearing hysterics. Why couldn’t they remember that Luffy was a Devil Fruit eater? That outside was miles and miles of ocean and Arlong knew it. All it would take is one splash, and one toss, and Luffy would be defenseless. All it would take is him falling over the dock and he would drown.

“He isn’t going to die!”

“Usopp, he ate a Devil fruit! Mother Ocean turns her back on those who do and what is outside with them?”

You needed them to understand that it wasn’t because you wanted to be a hero. You weren’t that kind of person. You just wanted to save the life of your Captain.

You refused to lose two people on the same day.

“Oh, shit,” Usopp mumbled and you felt your head shaking along with it.

“Yes! Shit. I need to make sure he’s okay. Please.”

Sanji looked from Usopp and back to you. Blue eyes desperately searching your face to come up with a reason to tell you no. Finally, he released the hold he kept on your waist and nodded up the stairs.

“Go check on our Captain.”

You mouthed the words thank you as you bolted up the stairs. You took them two at a time and rounded the broken foray doors to see the sunlight coming from outside. That door too had been completely smashed open with Luffy’s body.

The adrenaline in your veins screamed at you to move faster; be quicker. Your feet thundering onto the dock just in time to see Arlong holding Luffy up over the edge of the dock and…was that Nami?

“Nami!” You called out to her. “What are you doing?”

“Doc! Stay back!”

Each word that left Luffy came out choked and ragged. His hands weakly clamored at the grip Arlong had on his throat. Your eyes didn’t know where to look. Luffy who was in danger or Nami who…had a suspicious-looking tattoo that looked like Arlong in tattoo form and the Grand Line map in hand.

“What is going on?”

“A business transaction, girl,” Arlong chuckled. “Don’t be a pest and interrupt.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, asshole,” you snapped. You should’ve cared when the smile left his face. When he looked like he would throw you into the ocean along with Luffy. “Nami. I asked you a question.”

She turned on you then. Her whole body facing you as she gave you a shrug and a look so icy it could’ve frozen hell slid across her face. For all her show of hatred, however, she couldn’t hollow out the heartbreak in her eyes. Nami didn’t want you to hate her but she would make you, and you wanted to know why.

“What is it that you aren’t comprehending, Doc? I was sent to steal the map and bring it back to him. I’ve been a part of Arlong’s crew this whole time. I played you.”

You didn’t believe her for one second. Your friendship isn't something that could be faked. The way she cared and pleaded with Zoro to not fight Mihawk. She’d even pleaded with Luffy to run while Arlong was here and maybe…maybe it’s because she was running too.

“I don’t believe you-“

“Believe whatever you want. It’s not going to make a difference or make any of this less real,” she snapped.

She dismissed you by completely turning away from you and headed towards a Jolly Roger that held the same emblem as her tattoo. Arlong went to bite at Luffy’s neck and Nami called to him.

“Why waste your time killing a Devil Fruit eater when the sea can do it for you.”

No! “No!”

This time when the fear threatens to freeze you in place and to keep you from making that critical step forward, you don't hesitate to burst into a full sprint. Your words leave you in a rush.

“I’m a doctor! Do you hear me Arlong!? I’m a doctor.”

“Doc, no-“

“What good is a human doctor to me?” Arlong snarled in response.

You could hear the sound of his fingers releasing Luffy. The sound of his body edging closer to the lip of the ocean.

“Columnaria! Fish rot. I can cure it.”

That caused him to pause - for everyone to pause.

“How? You’re a human.”

“We had fishmen who served one of the wealthy businessmen where I lived. They would get sick and Naan- the healer would have to treat them. She taught me how.”

Cautiously you moved towards him with your hands up. If he did decide to not take you up on your offer and drop Luffy into the ocean you wanted to be close enough to jump in.

“I can treat any of your fishmen who are sick with it. I can teach you how to care for it yourself. But if you drop him into the ocean you’ll get nothing.”

It was easy to see how much Arlong hated that you knew how to cure a disease that killed fishmen like wildfire. A human. You bargained his men’s life for the life of your Captain and that seemed fair.

“Don’t do this, Doc.”

“I’m sorry, Luffy. I have to.”

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d failed Zoro somehow. You wouldn’t fail Luffy too.

Arlong took all of a second to consider your offer. He showed you he accepted it by dropping a very weak Luffy back onto the safety of the dock.

“I accept your bargain, human. Welcome to the Arlong Pirates.”

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rowretro · 3 months

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꧁𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐮𝐬꧂

✧warnings: violent descriptions, yandere/toxic themes, mentions of blood, and may be a little long

✧synopsis: Sunghoon was one of the most feared vampire-demon prince, way more violent, crazy and scarier than any of the Parks. However, one day his eyes land on y/n, a sweet, half human and half angel girl, who looked just too good to be true. An angel for him to ruin, the next queen when he takes the throne. His parents were all for his love, unaware that he'd do just anything just to keep her...

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The next heir to the Park's throne was none other than Park Sunghoon. The well feared vampire demon prince across the world. Those who never saw him, knew him. They knew him for all those treacherous murders he did, and the torturous lengths he took when ever anyone betrayed him. Only one girl would run after him no matter how annoyed he gets, and that's Hwang Mihi.

One day, the male wanted to go hunt down a deer as it had been a while since he last went hunting. However, his eyes landed on something more captivating, the scent of her blood alluring almost any vampire or demon to walk past. The male moved the hanging plants out of his view, only to find her.

Kang Y/n, a half bred angel, her delicate movements were like those of a blossoming lotus bud, a pure, white lotus flower, that's what she reminded him of. Oh that pretty smile, those little moles that were scattered across her face and collarbone. How she reached over the water for the white lotus, completely unaware of the dangers that lurk nearby her.

The male noticed a nearby vampire, that was ready to steal the precious blood of his darling. Seeing this, Sunghoon hopped off his horse, with one swift move, he picked up a whole lotus bunch, the girl's eyes met his, she looked shock, a little scared but she seemed mesmerized.

Stunned to see someone so handsome in real life, up so close to her, his eyes have her captivated, his arm rested softly around her waist. She had been warned to run anytime a vampire or demon neared her. But she had been so caught of guard this time. When she noticed his fang, she immediately pulled away, running away, through the forest, her soft, black, silky hair hitting his face.

He stood there, smiling, the delectable smell of her hair being the only thing he felt hitting his face. He knew she was meant to be his, and he will do anything and everything in his power to get her. His parents too, saw how calm he was through the day, feeling a sense of relief wash over them, knowing the future king does have what it takes to take over their place. His parents however, had no idea about Hwang Mihi's feelings for Sunghoon and her desire to be the queen.

The following days, he had followed her everywhere, now knowing where she lived. She lived alone with her brother, Kang Taehyun. Taehyun was still a baby vampire as he had survived a vampire bite thanks to Sunghoon, therefore, he was already on his good side. Sunghoon went into the forest where he saw her run to pick berries. "Y/n... I know you're here... you do realize that you're mine and you can't run from me right?" Sunghoon shouted, as the girl softly snickerred, hiding behind a tree.

"I may be yours... but this forest is mine." the girl remarked as Sunghoon followed the voice, the girl hiding behind a different tree. "Not just this forest, this kingdom, this palace, this whole world will be yours... you just have to marry me" Sunghoon said as y/n ran again. "Got you." Sunghoon said, smiling as he back hugged her, pulling her to his chest.

He ran the side of his sword gently across her neck, making sure he didn't hurt her. "You tell me my princess... what a vampire should do is suck the blood out of something so vulnerable. But I want to make you my queen." Sunghoon said as he leaned into her ear. As she softly pulled away, her head hung low "Your majesty... we can't be seen like this-" She said as the male snickerred, spinning her to face him, as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Come on baby don't say that... look at me... you and I are meant to be, you are my everything you see darling... without you, I can't rule this kingdom." Sunghoon explained as he leaned into her face, she looked up at him, awe struck by his visuals. "Will you love me and stay loyal?..." She asked. It's something she hated, when men cheat, specifically Kings or men who have such power.

"Of course baby you're all I'll ever need. I don't want anyone else... and I don't want you to be with anyone else...." Sunghoon warned as she nodded. The two were on Sunghoon's horse, she sat in front, as he securely held her, a genuine smile on her face, seeing so much from above the horse, but nervous when she noticed the little whispers and stares.

"Mother, father, this is the future queen... my soon to be wife, Kang Y/n" Sunghoon introduced as she bowed. His mother smiled, pushing her gently beside Sunghoon "Son you have our blessings" his father confirmed. Mihi, clearly angered, stepped in the way "no way! she's not even royalty!!! how do you know she isn't a scheming witch?" Mihi asked as they stared at her in disbelief.

"She's Kang Taehyun's sister... she wouldn't hurt a soul" Sunghoon coldly said as the girl frowned at her "But I'm meant to marry you Sunghoon, that's the way it should be!" she yelled as his parents sighed, clearly embarrassed for her, she ran off weeping as y/n turned to Sunghoon feeling a twinge of guilt "I don't like her. she's just sticking around for the title as queen." He simply said as he placed a loving kiss on her forehead.

The two were in the beauty of the nature, alone, he sat on the soft grass, with y/n resting against his chest. His arm snaking around her bare waist as she snuggled into him. The sound of the waterfall being the only thing that could be heard. the girl smiled as she stared up at him. He was so calm and peaceful when around her. The feeling of his soft lips against her neck and her jaw, as they finally landed on her lips. His first kiss. Her first kiss. A sight Mihi despised... So she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Breaking into the Kang household, the girl, softly dragged the dagger across y/n's neck, gripping her jaw with a smirk. "You steal my man... You get the sting. How disgusting, he fell for a half, not one obit demon nor vampire. Nothing but a weakling." She snickerred, stabbing the point of her dagger, a little, causing a droplet of the girl's blood to run. But y/n didn't flinch.

Just the smell of her blood from no matter how long away, Sunghoon knew his darling was in danger. He appeared right behind Mihi. His long fingers wrapping around her neck painfully, choking her until she coughed up blood. The death was painfully slow. That was the last anyone heard of Hwang Mihi. Sunghoon licked the small droplet of blood off of her neck as he kissed her. "your blood, your body, your heart and your everything belongs to me... cant let even a single drop stain my precious white lotus..." He mumbled by her neck.

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chiscribbs · 7 months

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Updated Future Donnie Concept Art!!!

So, I've been hesitant to try my hand at designing an Apocalyptic Future version of Donnie for a while, for a number of reasons - mainly that I just didn't have a clear idea of him in my brain yet and the thought of attempting to update his already pretty perfect design was highly daunting - but I finally caved and decided to take a crack at it. A couple months and several revisions later, I'm actually genuinely happy with the result. I'd still consider this "concept art" more so than a final design, elements of it could definitely be improved, but I really do like the concept as a whole - I think it could work!

The main goals I had in mind while working on this were: A. Must fit the character/look like something Donnie would canonically wear and still be easily recognizable. B. Must work in the Rise world & style (i.e. not be overly detailed or have too complex a silhouette.) C. Must fit in with the other (canonical) Future Rise designs.

I was also thinking about what problems Donnie might be trying to solve, which is what inspired the belt (more info on that below). All-in-all, although there might still be a few kinks to work out, I think I managed to come up with a pretty solid base design for my favorite Warring Warrior Scientist (Jr.)

Some additional character tidbits under the cut.

Also, I can't draw mechanisms to save my life, so just pretend those vague ninpo-gun-things make sense lol

Donnie has a mechanical prosthetic leg. How'd he lose that leg? Up to interpretation - my working theory is that it was a minefield accident that occurred when he was trying to blow some Krang dogs to Timbuktu. Naturally, since it's Donnie and they are in the midst of an alien apocalypse, he designed the leg to do a whole lot more than just help him stand without falling down. It's a multifunctional tool that contains a plethora of secret uses - including, but certainly not limited to, sawing off ugly Krang faces. It's essentially his new tech bo.

Bonus leg tidbit: Casey Jr. saw him deploy the saw blade in battle once when he was little, he then proceeded to beg for a saw-leg of his own to fight the Krang with. Donnie, realizing that amputating a perfectly healthy child's leg is probably not that most morally acceptable option, instead made him his own "sawing stick"(AKA, his motorized hockey stick)...which the others then made him wait until Casey's 10th birthday to give him.

The belt that Donnie's wearing here is a prototype of his latest invention. Its intended purpose: to deflect the Krang's mystic-blocking attacks, allowing them to use their ninpo in close combat. It took a lot of risk-taking to collect the necessary information to create such a device, and he experienced a number of way-too-close calls (one of which may or may not have resulted in that large gash across his plastron), but he finally managed to crack the code and pinpoint the frequency of the Krang's sound waves. He's testing it out right now to make sure that it works and is safe to use, but once it's out of beta, he plans to mass-produce them for every mystic-wielder in the Resistance to use in battle. He believes it could turn the tides of the war...unfortunately, the device never makes it out of beta, as he dies before its completion.

Donnie's gloves are fashioned after the ones his dad used to wear in his Lou Jitsu days (with some modifications, for comfort and to make working with screens a little easier and less annoying.) The material they're made out of is far more durable, of course, since he's working with them near-constantly and under varying conditions. But maybe he designed them to look like this as a way of keeping his dad's memory close, similar to Leo's sword hilt?

Ironically, Donnie uses his ninpo probably the most consistently out of all the brothers (even though Mikey uses his to the greatest extent, hence his rapid aging). He's constantly using it to check on the base's security status and multitask while working on other projects. Because his ninpo takes a good deal of brain power to operate, it puts a significant amount of strain on his nervous system and this causes frequent complications. Seizures, spasms, and blackouts become a semi-regular occurrence - especially in the latter part of his life. Donnie does his best to manage them, but the workload makes it almost impossible to do so properly. Mikey is able to help with these attacks when they happen, but Donnie - not wanting his brother to overuse his powers any more than he is already - usually opts to just ride it out and save the mystic healing for people who need it. The exception to this rule being when he's in the middle of an extremely important procedure and can't stop long enough to let the attack pass naturally, then he has no choice but to accept Mikey's aid.

This is probably needless to say at this point, but much like Leo and his other brothers, he is a giant. Equal in height to Leo (if not slightly taller, even without the goggles.) The doodle in the top-left corner of the sketch page where he's next to April is meant to be them sitting, so don't take it as anywhere near an accurate representation of their height comparison. It is not, he dwarfs her by several feet, lol.

#rottmnt #donatello hamato #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #future donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt future timeline #tw: amputation #Sort of. You don't see anything but if half a leg freaks you out best not to look.#fanart #concept art #character design #chiscribbs #Heavily referenced Krang because Idk how to draw them yet WOOTWOOT

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dollwrites · 11 months

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𝐮.𝐫.𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 — 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), camp wife!fem!reader ( it makes sense i promise ), dub con but it does venture into mild noncon for like a second, somnophilia, noise control, cockwarmimg, loss of virginity, creampie ( and multiple more suggested ), manipulation and gaslighting, Griffith is a warning on his own, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ HE’S HERE. first fic of my man!! please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread and i had to battle MANY distractions so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

Griffith was still awake.

he lays there, on his back, with his hands behind his head, and listened to the sound of your even breathing. it was much gentler than the raging blizzard just outside the tent, but there was a subtle clicking of your teeth chattering. you were snuggled close to his chest, fulfilling one of the only duties you were expected to.

you were hopeless with a sword, but you insisted on coming along with the mercenary band regardless— after all, why would you leave your young brother to travel with a group of killers without you there to watch out for him? Griffith had given you a bow and arrow, but you couldn’t seem to hit a target unless it was standing still, so you were less than useful on the battlefield. the others had even asked him to force you to leave, send you home, but he’d refused. and, instead, he’d told you what you were expected to do for the Hawks from now on.

‘Be the men’s mother. their wife. their nurse.’ he’d said to you, with icy eyes so piercing that you shied away from them, ‘If they’re hungry, feed them. If they are sick or wounded, tend to them. If they are cold, warm their beds. Relinquish the idea of trying to be my soldier, and instead, accept the role of my camp wife.’

though you were expected to feed and tend to the wounds of everyone in camp, you had come to realize that his bed had become the only one you were allowed to warm. you didn’t mind all that much, after all, why would you care where you slept? as long as you weren’t outcast into the elements, you wouldn’t say a peep about being expected to snuggle close to Griffith, and rest your head on his chest, be lulled to sleep by the steady and rhythmic beating of his heart.

tonight, however, was much colder than most that came before it. you were shivering, even as you nested into his side, your face buried in his armpit, and both legs entangled with his. when he juts his chin into his chest to stare down at you, he can see your breath in little, white puffs, and his own, much fainter.

he was cold, too.

one hand slips from behind his head and drops below the blanket, fingertips ghosting over the shape of your chest as it rises and falls against the thin fabric of your loose top. he considers stopping there, grabbing a fistful of your breast, but he doesn’t. it’s not quite warm enough for him. so, he careens downward, to clamp a hand over your sex, and his breath hitches in his throat when he felt you for the first time. your core was warm, and bare, and he couldn’t stop his icy fingertips from slotting between your folds, running slow laps. you squirm, your eyebrows knitting only slightly. the sensation was enough to rouse your sex to weep on his fingers, but not enough to wake you, he noticed.

his fingers were skillful in their fondling; they were slick in no time. two, the middle and ring, worm their way inside. your lips part, eliciting a confused whimper.

“You’ve never had a man’s fingers inside you before now...” it wasn’t a question, but an utterance of realization, just underneath his breath. you were much too tight, and your walls spasmed in violent opposition to his sudden intrusion. he couldn’t help it, his cock twitched to life at such a resistance, digits curling, he anchors them to your shallow nerve-cluster, pumping slow, to feel every inch of your slick canal. “I should’ve expected you to be a virgin.” he mutters to himself, watching how your muscles jump beneath your skin, wanting you to wake up and squirm away from his exploration. “You’ve always been shy to so much as undress in front of me.” maybe there was a part of him that always knew. when he would peel out of his clothes, your eyes would widen before they averted all together, only feeling comfortable enough to look back at him when his nakedness was covered with the blanket.

and maybe he felt powerful for that very reason right now, as he took from you what no one before him had.

the very tips of his fingers caress the spongy, interior wall of your sensitive slick as he prods deeper, and you hiss through your teeth, shifting in your sleep. “That must be tender, a new sensation to be touched like this.” he whispers, watching you roll over and face away from him. his face is expressionless, icy eyes deeper than oceans, but his free hand grasps your wrist. his grip keeps you from scooting too far to the edge of the blankets, and you whine, incoherent and dazed, half of your face smushed into the pillow. “Not only my hands need warming.” he grumbles, as if you should already know, or as if you were listening. his cock throbbed and demands to be inside you, feeling your walls flutter as they struggle to take his size, and he bit down on the inside of his cheek, pumping his fingers into you faster. harder. he needed to make you cum, he knows this, at least once. so that you’re wet enough to take him. bringing your hand to his mouth, he breathes hot air against your icy fingers, before spitting in your palm and shoving it under the blanket, molding your soft fist around his forming erection.

“You’re just about ready,” he breathes heavier in your ear, spreading his fingers open to tease your elasticity. another, pathetically slurred mewl, and he clamps your hand around him tighter, pumping along the length of him, stopping short of the sensitive head. “And so am I…”

“G-Griff—“ you were starting to come around, flustered by the skillful handling of your innocent core, “w—what are you—?!” as your eyelids crack open, you squirm in his embrace, but his toned forearm hooks against your midriff, pinning your lower half closer to him. it took you several seconds to pull yourself from your subconscious, and realize that the pressure between your thighs were his lithe, svelte fingers, thrusting in and out of you. and when you do, you cry out and grasp at his wrist with your free hand. “W—wait!” whether it was a plea for him, or yourself, you don’t know. you want to stop your body from giving in, but you’ve no time before you’re swept in a sea of pleasure— the climax he’d dragged you to whilst you slept finally rearing its head.

it was your very first orgasm, and you were too flustered to stop it. the strangled squeal that leaves your mouth just as the bubbling in your lower belly boils over is loud and shocked. your toes curl to the point of cramping, and you claw desperately at his wrist, “T-that’s—!!”

“Don’t fight me,” he mutters in your ear, definitive. oozing authority. “I’m cold. Let me use your warmth.” you try to pull your other hand from his, but your fingers squeeze his girth and your eyes widen, beginning to realize his intentions. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“I—“ you couldn’t think. you’d only been ripped from your sleep moments ago, to the very new and very raw sensation of his fingers deep in your core. “Griffith, I’m not—“

but his other hand is quick to abandon yours at his cock and clasp over your mouth instead. plush lips smear themselves over the shell of your ear. “But you are,” he insists in a breathy murmur. even as you whimper against the smell of his skin, you kiss his palm and taste saline, and he pulls you back, tighter against his body. “Everyone and everything in this camp is mine. I’ve told you this before, no? The clothes that cover and protect you, they do so because I have fought for the coin to afford them. The catch that you roast on the flames, who slayed those beasts but hunters in our party, at my behest? The very air you breathe? It inflates your lungs because I will it to do so. I own you, you’re mine. And that means every part of you is at my disposal.” his wispy, silvery bangs tickle your cheek, “That means the warmth of your body… is mine, too. Nod if you agree.”

you listen to him, staring into the fabric wall of the tent as it flutters violently. the blizzard outside was harsh. his speech made sense. and you thought about all the times he’d protected you, and your brother, and the rest of the Hawks. you thought about how your stomach was never empty; he always made sure you had food to eat and shelter. and even when some of the Hawks had tried to convince him to cast you out of camp, he didn’t send you on your way.

after a few seconds of pondering, of feeling his bare skin against your back, his breath in your ear, you nod, slow and timid.

“Then surrender it to me,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out of you. you know they’re webbed with your unwilling arousal, but you don’t dare try to look down and see— you would be humiliated. Griffith shoves your hand off his cock to slather it in your essence, adding to its slickness, before he grasps himself tight at the base and splits your folds. you whimper against his hand, both of yours grasping the flimsy blanket. it’s more than new— it’s painful. the sting of your first invasion as the swollen tip spears your sex makes your eyes water. “Push back into it,” he mutters, breathy, when he notices you’re inching further and further away. his vice over your mouth works as an anchor, dragging you back. you do as instruction, albeit clumsily, and scoot yourself back, closer to him, giving him the submission he desires. “Take my cock deep into that tight, soft warmth of yours…” Griffith sighs when the head slips past your persistent, clenching threshold and your walls spasm around it. “That’s it. Give me what’s rightfully mine.”

a gurgled, muffled whine of shock is all that you can muster when Griffith conquers your body. the malaise that came with being stretched around him, the intensity of the pressure his girth puts on your lower belly simply by nesting inside you, and the furious fluttering of your inner walls, clenching and milking his cock, has your head spinning. your previous climax ensured you were extra sensitive to his throbbing cock, as it barreled into you.

“I thought your body might try to push me out,” he whispers, his breath heavy with lust as he drops his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he lets out a raspy chuckle, “but you’re caressing me, squeezing me. Drawing me in, luring me…just how deep will that frenzied, virgin cunt of yours allow me to venture?” the softness of his lips is a boggling juxtaposition to the deep, hard thrust of his hips as he buries his cock to the hilt in pure, uncharted territory. you cry out, and wince. he’s hit something that sends a jolt through you; his thick tip bumps against the stopper as if he’s testing the will of your body, challenging it to make room for him.

finally, when he knows he can thrust no deeper, when you lay, your core pressed flush to his base and balls, he stills there, refusing to acknowledge your protested whining. refusing to care that it’s too much all at once for someone so inexperienced.

“Do you know what that is?” he asks, “that pesky, little bumper?”

you shake your head, tilting it back as far as you can to try and read his eyes. they were always impossible to comprehend— the depths of them rivaling that of the sea, but in this moment, you needed to see them. however, Griffith had his head tucked into your shoulder, and all you see is silver tresses. “That’s your cervix I keep prodding at. Your limit. Even for a virgin, you’ve taken me in so deep that I can feel your womb.” he lets out a raspy chuckle, as if he’s even impressed. you choke on a mewl, weak and pathetic, blinking back tears that threaten to well up in your eyes. “Why is that?”

you didn’t have an answer to give him, even if he were to let you speak.

“You’re feverish now…” he takes note of the way you’ve heated up, his free hand slipping under the flimsy top to paw at your heaving breast. you can feel, not see, him smile against your neck when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to coax you to squirm and a muffled moan dies on his palm. “This must feel good, to wrap around your first cock. Is that what it is? Why you’re warm all over, now?”

regardless of the stretch, the fullness was starting to feel… good. even as humiliated as you were to admit it to yourself, you could handle the burning, which had subsided into a dull sting, because your insides were fluttering. your heart was pounding, your head was swimming. you were starting to like it. you whine, embarrassed, and try to smush your head into the pillow to escape your own humility.

“Huh,” Griffith inhales the scent of you that clings to your shoulder, his grip on your mouth tightening so he can pull you even closer, and your back arches until you’ve shrunk— your knees closer to your chest, your neck craned, all to the end of being as close to his body as he wills it. you both knew that he couldn’t force himself any deeper into you, but it definitely felt like he was trying to. “I was only going to use you to warm up, but your greedy, little cunt won’t stop clenching, even when I’m still.” his lips find your earlobe, and he pants, drawing it between his teeth, “could it be that you’re trying to make me cum inside you?”

your eyes widen, and you fervently shake your head, “Nn-nn! Nn-nnnf!”

“Ah, but your body is telling me something different,” Griffith croons, sliding the hand on your breast down over your belly. he takes only a moment to press against it, teasing the pressure where he knew he must be buried, and your eyes threaten to roll back in your head. it feels good, his firm caress from both sides, massaging clusters of nerves you didn’t know existed. “You wouldn’t be making such pathetic, submissive little noises… you wouldn’t be milking my cock, or… this, here,” his fingers sweep lower, caressing your swollen button. your head drops forward, and you snort furious puffs through your nose that fan against the curve of his fingers, “this wouldn’t be quite so sensitive if you weren’t desperate for me, would it?” your hips twitch, and you feel an overwhelming urge to grind that sensitive, little bundle against his fingers, but he murmurs, his open mouth shaping the syllables against the sensitive portion of your hairline just before your ear, “Don’t squirm so much… just stay still, just caress me from the inside.”

it was a more difficult request than you’d anticipated, because he didn’t cease his teasing, flicking at your throbbing clit, rubbing it, murmuring in your ear that you submitting to him was exactly what he wanted. your body wanted to writhe and jerk and grind, but you also longed for him to move, too. there was a carnal desire, deeply buried, that wished he would pin you to the ground and fuck you so hard that your body was sore for days.

you’d never had such a filthy desire before this moment, when his thick cock thumped in your depths, and he strummed your most sensitive prize as if he were playing on a harp. he knew every chord, his soft fingers tickling you in ways that had you desperate and needy. for him.

Griffith doesn’t tell you when his climax is at hand, and you’ve not the experience to read the signs. the twitching, pulsating against your canal getting more and more furious until he grips you tight with both hands, and elicits a euphoric grunt into your hair that staggers into a heavy sigh of relief. spurt after spurt of warmth seeps into your belly, and you babble, half in protest, and half in pleasure, against his hand as you’re given all of his release.

“Close your eyes.” he mutters after a moment, his voice even once more. he doesn’t pull out, nor does he release your mouth, but his other arm hooks around your midriff to keep you close. “Go to sleep.”

you blink, puzzled that -even though he seems to be finished- he doesn’t withdraw from you. you squirm, both hands reaching down between your legs to feel, and murmur nearly incoherently against his palm, “Wrhh it shrill inshide?”

Griffith nods, dragging the edges of his teeth along your sensitive neck, sighing softly in content. “With it still deep inside. You’re still spasming, your cunt is still warm. My cock is sure to harden from your incessant clamping, over and over again. You’re going to go to sleep, and let me pump you full of my cum over and over, and by the time the sun rises and the snow melts enough, we shall see if your little belly is too full to even move.”

#griffith #griffith x reader #Griffith x you #griffith smut #berserk griffith #berserk x reader #berserk x you #berserk smut #griffith imagine

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linawritestwst · 1 year

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Hi! I saw you're request were open, if it's alright with you can I request riddle, deuce, silver and malleus with a reader who was a knight in their old world? Thank you!

riddle, deuce, silver and malleus x reader who was a knight headcanons (gn!reader)

that moment when you try to find a pretty sword gif but all you get is sao gifs 😔

thank you sm for requesting this, knight!reader is such a fun concept!

also i'm very sick rn and for some reason i have no inspiration to write anything twst-related at all, so.. i'm sorry if these headcanons sound boring, i'm trying my best 😭

riddle rosehearts.

♡ riddle would be very surprised to hear that you were a knight in your world, but when he thinks about it more, he realizes that it actually makes a lot of sense. you're always there to protect him, you're very brave and strong and you're good with a sword. you also mentioned that you have a lot of experience with protecting people from any dangers, so whenever you had to deal with someone who overblotted including riddle himself, you never went easy on them and gave it your all. so.. yes, he can see you being a knight.

♡ your dynamic would become even cuter after that, because now you can officially be the queen of hearts' knight! riddle would act a little shy about it at first, he'd try to assure you that he doesn't need your help, but you just smile and say that you know how strong and talented your boyfriend is, but you still want to act as his knight simply because this is how you show your love and loyalty for him. also you know that riddle secretly loves it and there's no point in trying to hide it.

♡ whenever riddle sees someone breaking the queen's rules again, you calm him down before he can say anything and you simply remind him that there's no need to use his unique magic on them or punish them in some other way, when you always have your sword with you <3 riddle is sure that you aren't actually being serious, but what he doesn't know is that you are serious. you don't hesitate to pull out your sword everytime someone makes riddle angry, because this school has way too many troublemakers and you think someone should teach them a lesson and it doesn't always have to be riddle.

deuce spade.

♡ he would lose his mind when he finds out about it, but when he finally manages to process that information, he is so?? proud of you?? like wow.. you were a knight.. that's so cool!! that explains why you're so strong and why you always can feel that something or someone is dangerous and others should be more careful. also he's totally not going to brag about dating a knight when he sees ace, haha..

♡ even though now he knows that you're literally a knight (or at least were one), he's still a very protective boyfriend and he always makes sure you're safe no matter what. it's not like he underestimates you or thinks you're weak or anything like that, it's just.. he kinda wants to be your knight too.. he just really wants to be someone you can rely on and someone who will fight for you when necessary (and when it's not really necessary. he's just always ready to fight for you)

♡ if you are the one protecting him.. deuce really wants to remind you that he can do everything himself, but he just can't control his feelings around you and instead of acting like a cool boyfriend, he just goes 😳😳😳. like wow.. you are so strong and brave and talented and- also, if you try to carry him, he will literally die. his face would be so red, he'd have to cover it with his hands.

silver.

♡ he is so shocked, but also so happy when you tell him that you used to be a knight. you're just like him!! he tries really hard to hide his excitement, but you can just see it on his face. he will ask you a lot of questions, like who did you work for, was it hard for you, did anything dangerous happen to you in the past.. he really hopes that it's not annoying, he's just so happy to hear that he and his s/o have something in common and it's also something he's very passionate about.

♡ he would love to train with you. spending time with you is always fun, but he can't believe that he actually can do his knight training with you now. or maybe you can watch him and give him some advice? he's sure that you have more experience than he does. silver always listens to your advice and makes sure to remember it. though he might get a little distracted sometimes because when you show him how to do something correctly, he finds it amazing just how much you look like a real knight.. ah, of course, you were one in the past, he knows that.

♡ of course, it's not like silver will stop caring about your other traits now that he knows you used to be a knight. he's just glad to learn something new about you and he's happy to know that you and him are actually quite similar. also a lot of things make more sense to him now and he can feel you two becoming even closer than before. and even though you used to be a knight yourself, it doesn't mean that silver doesn't want to protect you anymore. he actually wants to work even harder for you now and he secretly hopes that he will be able to impress you one day.

malleus draconia.

♡ .. what do you mean he has like three knights now. you being a knight as well is certainly a surprise to him, but a good one. he would love to know more about your past and as you tell him about everything you had to do as a knight, he just keeps falling more and more in love with you and now he admires you even more than before. he already knew that you were amazing, but now you've truly exceeded his expectations.

♡ he doesn't really need to be protected considering how strong his magic is, but after he finds out that you were a knight.. oh no. oh no, malleus draconia himself is actually much weaker than you thought he was. if only he could use some help- oh there you are, y/n <3 he knows that it's not good to lie to you, but he just loves it when you come to help him and you look like you're ready to do anything for him, so please forgive him for tricking you like this.

♡ he appreciates everything sebek and silver do for him, he really does, but.. oh no, it looks like he has a favorite now. whenever you come to his rescue, he just can't stop praising you for your strength and courage and he always rewards you with a kiss after that. yes, this is malleus draconia, one of the strongest mages in twisted wonderland. yes, he will pretend to be a maiden in distress just so that his s/o can remember their knight days and save him. also i hope you're ready for sebek's reaction because he won't be happy about this at all.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #twst silver #silver x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

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jinkicake · 1 year

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A Sense of Duty

Dainsleif, Kaeya, Xiao x Reader

A/N: This is like a bodyguard (or knight/heir) au, there is no other way to explain it!!! I keep reading too many mangas like this... i love pining and yearning, i hope you all do too!

Dainsleif spoilers (from 2.6 chasm archon quest)

WC - 1,651

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Dainsleif

“You don’t have to follow me any longer,” Your soft-spoken words sound crueler than any sword Dainsleif has met in his long life. From where you stand a few meters away from him, the guard is able to pick up on how your form has begun to shake. “your duties have been completed many years ago.”

There’s a shakey exhale that releases from your lips, you’re unable to look the royal guard in the eyes as you finally let him go.

It’s taken you over a hundred years to convince yourself of this, deeming anything else unfair to the knight. Your shared home is gone, up into flames, and crumbled into ruins. He has no duty left to you anymore, no reason to be protecting you with his life. Recently, you’ve come to the realization that he must be still fiercely guarding you out of his own sense of duty.

You know deep down that you have to relieve him of this, this guilt that still holds him hostage.

Just as you were punished with immortality, so was he. His dedication to the crowned heir has not faltered once throughout the years. You simply cannot comprehend it. After lifetimes of wandering Teyvat together and now finally picking a place to rest, you can’t see why his assistance would be required any longer.

“I relieve you of your royal duties. I no longer have a home to return to or a nation to rule, I’m as average as an immortal gets.” When you finally look at him, you can’t help the bitter expression that takes up your face. Your eyebrows furrow slightly as you harshly bite the inside of your cheek.

Dainsleif’s lack of response only serves to make you more anxious. The pleasure that comes from grinding your teeth into your soft skin is painful but, dulls the existential ache in your soul.

The royal guard stands from where he was seated at your round table before making his way over to you. You pretend to ignore his footsteps and act indifferent as he closes in on you.

The outside world now seems so much farther away.

“Your highness,” Dainsleif begins, and you fully expect him to give you one last bow and be on his way out. Instead, he places his large hands on either side of your waist as he tightly grips the wooden sill of your window. “regardless of your title, I will always protect you.”

The low vibrations of his raspy voice make goosebumps appear on your skin, and you nearly miss his claims of utter devotion because of it.

“Why?” You whisper, timidly letting your eyes fall to the floor. Dainsleif softly cups your cheek with his gloved hand, the warmth is something you immediately lean into. As his thumb strokes over your cheeks then underneath your eyes and against your lashes, you pitifully whimper. He quietly murmurs your name and it gently pulls you from your own self-sabotaging thoughts. Once you finally look him back in the eyes, into the pools of stars, your guard slightly tilts his head. His words come out quietly, sternly, as his lips brush against your forehead.

“My loyalty has always been to you, my grace. Only you.”

Kaeya A.

“Kaeya,”

“Kaeya…”

“Kaeya!” At your hushed whisper, your knight reluctantly pulls himself away from you. However, the separation is only slight. Instead of having his lips pressed against your own, he’s now hiding his face into the crook of your neck as his body further entangles between your legs. “We can’t be doing this here,” You lightly strum your fingers along his shoulders, barely covered by his light dress shirt. Every step that you hear outside of your door causes you to tighten your fingers into his broad muscles. “there are people outside!”

Your knight could care less about the other knights stationed outside your bedroom. It’s seen in the way he drags his hands up your hips, rubbing your sides over your flimsy nightgown. Kaeya continues to kiss your skin without a care in the world, unleashing his full desire and adoration for you.

“They don’t know I am in here,” He murmurs and the sound instantly makes you shiver. The deep, rich vibrations from his voice cause your belly to flutter. “it’s the middle of the night, relax your highness.”

Reluctantly, you listen.

You allow Kaeya to gently push you back against your large bed, accented with the fluffiest duvet and decorated with a number of plush pillows. His body follows as his define arms move to wrap around your shoulders. He squeezes gently you as if you’re made out of glass, as if he is afraid to break you.

Still, the protective feel in his hold makes you feel utterly content.

As he starts to kiss your temple, sprinkling pecks all over your face. Your eyes flutter shut. You practically melt into his touch as one of his hands comes up to hold your jaw, delicately brushing his thumb against your lip.

For as long as you’ve known him, Kaeya has been obsessed with touching you. You’re not sure the reason or the way behind his thinking but, with such a soft hand, you never have been able to refuse him.

“(Y/N),” He lowly croons into your ear, tilting his head so that he can press more kisses against your cheek and jaw. “don’t fall asleep yet,” The request is almost laughable. With his touch lighting your heart on fire, the organ rapidly beating in your chest, you could not possibly fall asleep.

The only time sleep finds you is when Kaeya settles down and merely holds you.

It’s not as if you want to go to sleep right away either.

“We didn’t get to see each other much today,” You whisper, blindly reaching for his wrist. It’s easy to find the slim limb and you gently start to rub the pads of your fingers against his skin. Kaeya wants to kiss the soft pout on your face, he places his lips at the corner of your mouth.

“Did you miss me?” He mutters against your lips and you pitifully whimper, slightly nodding as you tilt your head so that his mouth slots over your own. Kaeya groans quietly into your mouth and tries to keep the kiss as clean as possible.

However, at the brief jut of your legs as your thigh presses between his own, his restraint starts to dissolve.

As he holds your jaw protectively and presses his fingers into your sensitive skin, his tongue peaks out past his lips.

Through his touch, he shows his true and utter devotion to you, not as your knight, but as a man.

Xiao

“Thank you for accompanying me today,” After nearly fifteen minutes of silence while trailing behind your personal guard, you try to break the tense atmosphere. Each step that you take is hesitant and beside you, Xiao slows his pace to match your own.

He offers you a silent nod in acknowledgment.

You’re aware that the esteemed adeptus has never been a fan of many words, not with you anyway, but you’re grateful nonetheless when you can get him to at least look in your direction.

Being hopelessly in love with him is not easy for your weak heart.

The two of you continue to walk in silence until you reach the end of your destination. Xiao stops as he nears the seaside cliff and wordlessly points at the flowers you requested to pick.

You always try to cherish the time that you get with the adeptus, seeing as your family usually assigns female guards to you at all times. However, more recently, he has become the only one strictly assigned to you.

Slowly, you walk past him and nod your head as you head up the trail. Xiao stands a considerable amount of distance away, his eyes elsewhere as he stares back at the mountains. You take the time to place your wooden basket down, to focus on his frame rather than the blooming flowers in front of you. Your eyes run over the spear in his hand and the mask attached to his loose pants. He has a sturdy build, one that you appreciate time and time again as your eyes hopelessly wander. You wish he would look at you, just once.

Reluctantly, you tear your eyes away and reach for one of the flowers. Your focus is now elsewhere.

The moment he feels your eyes off of him, Xiao looks over his shoulder. He watches carefully as you crouch and inspect each blooming flower. Your dress pools around your lap as you lower yourself onto your knees, the sight makes him tightly swallow. How could cruel hands such as his own ever think of touching something so delicate?

Xiao tries to keep his distance from you and continuously sets boundaries that his heart will understand. He fears the day that you stop restraining yourself, when you finally unleash your desires onto him, he will have no way to hold himself back.

It’s the duty of a guard to protect his subject, his majesty, is loving you not a different way of doing that?

The word love still makes the adeptus flinch but, given how his heart and soul react whenever you are near, he is sure that this is what this feeling is. Over time, he became more accustomed to the uncomfortable ache. Xiao even began to understand the yearning in his heart and the longing in his soul. From the beginning, he was forbidden to allow this to happen. He was given the order by Rex Lapis himself but, the adeptus (for as strong as he is) was not able to fight it.

It’s a shame.

He is hopelessly in love with a mortal who is close enough to touch but, still out of his reach.

#Dainsleif x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #dainsleif x y/n #kaeya x reader #xiao x you

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jainiss · 7 months

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hello!

bringing reactions of zoro, luffy, robin, nami and sanji, from one piece, when someone flirts with yn (who they have a crush on).

Hope you guys like it ~~

Ps: forgive me if there are english mistakes. English is not my native language.

Ps2: these are guesses at what I think it would be. all fictional.

Zoro watched from a distance as you engaged in a friendly conversation with a newcomer to the crew. He couldn't help but feel a strange pang of jealousy deep within him. He had been silently nursing a crush on you for quite some time, but he had never found the courage to confess his feelings.

As the stranger flirted shamelessly with you, Zoro clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on his swords. His eye twitched in irritation, but he tried his best to hide his emotions. He wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

Sanji, who had been observing Zoro's reaction from afar, couldn't resist teasing him. "Oi, Marimo," he said with a sly grin. "Looks like someone's not too happy about the attention y/n's getting."

Zoro shot Sanji a deathly glare, but the cook just chuckled. "You know," Sanji continued, "if you don't make a move soon, someone else might snatch them away."

Zoro's mind raced as he considered Sanji's words. He couldn't let that happen. With a determined expression, he excused himself from his spot and made his way over to where you and the flirtatious crew member were chatting.

You noticed Zoro's approach and smiled warmly. "Hey, Zoro, this is our new crewmate, Luka. They've got some incredible stories to share!"

Zoro nodded at Luka but couldn't hide the hint of possessiveness in his voice. "Nice to meet you," he grumbled.

Luka raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension. "Is there something you want to say, Zoro?"

Before Zoro could respond, you intervened with a playful tone. "Oh, Zoro's just being protective. He's like our resident guardian."

Zoro relaxed slightly at your words, realizing that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him after all.

As the day went on, Zoro found himself more involved in conversations with you, determined to show his interest. And perhaps, in time, he would gather the courage to confess his feelings, putting an end to the jealousy that had been gnawing at him.

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Luffy watched from a distance as you laughed at a joke made by a stranger they had just met on the island. His fists clenched involuntarily, and a storm of emotions swirled within him. He didn't quite understand what he was feeling, but it was unsettling.

As the stranger continued to chat with you, Luffy couldn't help but feel jealousy. He had never experienced this before; it was as if a fiery dragon had awakened inside him. He knew he had a crush on you, but now it was painfully evident that he didn't want anyone else near you.

Without thinking, Luffy stormed over to where you were. His brow furrowed, and his voice was oddly serious as he said, "Hey, y/n, we've got some important pirate stuff to discuss. Can we go somewhere else?"

You looked surprised at the sudden interruption, but you nodded and excused yourself from the stranger. As you walked away with Luffy, you asked, "What's going on, Luffy?"

Luffy scratched his head, trying to find the right words. "I... uh... don't like seeing you flirt with others," he finally admitted, his cheeks turning slightly red.

You blinked in surprise, then a small smile crept onto your face. "Luffy, are you... jealous?"

Luffy's face turned even redder, and he looked away, mumbling something incoherent.

You gently placed a hand on his arm, making him look back at you. "You know, Luffy, I really like you too."

Luffy's eyes widened, and a goofy grin broke across his face. "Really?"

You nodded, your smile matching his. "Yeah, really. So you don't have to worry about anyone else flirting with me."

Luffy's heart soared, and he pulled you into a warm hug, feeling like he was on top of the world. The stranger watched in confusion, but Luffy couldn't care less. He had you, and that was all that mattered to him.

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Robin stood nearby, discreetly observing as the crew enjoyed a rare moment of relaxation at a lively island bar. Her eyes, as sharp and perceptive as ever, couldn't help but focus on the interaction unfolding before her.

You, a fellow crew member, was engaged in a casual conversation with a charismatic local. His flattering words and charming smile were hard to ignore. Your laughter rang through the air, warm and infectious.

Unbeknownst to anyone else, Robin had been harboring a quiet affection for you. It wasn't something she readily admitted, even to herself. Her feelings had grown slowly, like a vine creeping up a wall, until you had become an integral part of her thoughts.

As the local's flirtation continued, Robin felt an unfamiliar tightness in her chest. She clenched her book, her knuckles turning white as she maintained her composure. She knew she had no right to be possessive of you, and yet, the jealousy was undeniable.

Unable to bear it any longer, Robin quietly excused herself from the group and retreated to a secluded corner of the bar. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts and quell the rising tide of emotions. Her fingertips traced the edges of the book's pages, a soothing ritual that had always helped her find solace.

Meanwhile, you, oblivious to Robin's inner turmoil, continued to converse with the local, sharing stories and laughter. It was a delightful exchange, but Robin couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. She wished she could be the one making you smile like that.

In the end, Robin knew she had to confront her feelings, even if it meant facing the possibility of heartache. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and returned to the group with a polite smile, determined to cherish the moments she could spend with you, regardless of who else might try to capture your attention.

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Sanji couldn't believe his eyes as he watched from a distance. You, the person he secretly had a crush on for so long, was chatting and laughing with someone else. That someone else was flirting shamelessly, and it ignited a fire of jealousy within Sanji that he couldn't contain.

He clenched his fists, his brow furrowing, and a storm brewed in his eyes. He tried to play it cool, but his frustration was bubbling over. Sanji quickly walked over, his signature cigarette between his lips, and his voice was laced with irritation as he interrupted your conversation.

"Oi, what's going on here? Y/n, I need you in the kitchen for a moment," Sanji said, his tone demanding your immediate attention.

You, slightly taken aback, excused yourself from the flirtatious interloper and followed Sanji into the kitchen. Once you were out of earshot, Sanji turned to you with a mixture of concern and anger in his eyes.

"Y/n, I can't stand to see you being flirted with like that," Sanji confessed, unable to hide his feelings any longer. "I care about you, more than you can imagine."

You were surprised by Sanji's outburst but couldn't help but feel a flutter in your heart. You had your suspicions about Sanji's feelings, but hearing it so directly was a different matter entirely.

"Sanji, I didn't know you felt this way," You replied softly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

Sanji took a step closer, his cigarette long forgotten, and he gently cupped your face with his hand. "It's true, y/n. You mean everything to me. I can't stand the thought of anyone else getting close to you."

Yout heart skipped a beat as Sanji leaned in, your lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss. In that moment, all doubts and jealousy melted away, replaced by the warmth of your newfound connection.

From that day forward, Sanji made it clear that you were the only one who held his heart, and he was willing to protect your love at any cost.

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Nami watched from a distance as you chatted with the stranger who had just approached you. Her normally confident demeanor wavered as she noticed the flirtatious tone in your conversation. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, especially since she had been harboring a secret crush on you for quite some time.

Nami's eyes narrowed, and she clenched her fists. She muttered under her breath, "Who does that person think they are, flirting with y/n like that?" Her competitive spirit flared, and she couldn't stand idly by any longer.

With determination, Nami marched over to where you were. She cleared her throat loudly, interrupting the conversation. Both you and the stranger turned to look at her.

Nami put on her most charming smile and said, "Oh, y/n, there you are! I've been looking all over for you." She then turned her attention to the stranger, her tone sweet but filled with an underlying warning, "And who is this? A new friend?"

The stranger stuttered a response, clearly taken aback by Nami's sudden appearance and the change in atmosphere. You couldn't help but exchange a bemused glance with Nami, realizing what she was doing. She was staking her claim, asserting her presence as more than just a friend.

As the conversation continued, Nami skillfully guided it away from flirtation, seamlessly redirecting it to a more friendly and casual tone. It was clear that she wasn't about to let anyone encroach on her territory.

Later, when the stranger finally excused themselves and left, Nami turned to you with a triumphant grin. "Well, that takes care of that," she said, her voice tinged with satisfaction. "No one flirts with you while I'm around."

You chuckled, touched by Nami's protective gesture. "Thanks, Nami. You're the best."

Nami's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as she looked away, hiding her embarrassment. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it. I just can't stand anyone trying to steal my crew mate, that's all."

And with that, Nami walked away, leaving you with a warm feeling in your heart, knowing that her jealousy had revealed just how much she cared for you.

Byebye~

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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Thirsty day here we come!

This thirst goes to our sexy French daddy Joseph!

Imagine being in a match with Joseph but you accidentally damaged his camera and sword when kiting him ( which made him furious but he kept a straight face even though you could tell he was pissed ) you of course apologised thousands of times feeling embarrassed but he dismissed it saying it’s nothing. After the match you and your teammates lost ( you assume his damaged belongings is what made him more aggressive in the match telling how roughly he threw you on the chair ) thus everyone going in their rooms to sleep to recover all the bruises.

You of course still guilty gain the courage to enter the hunter’s side and ask for Joseph’s whereabouts and geisha was kind enough to lead you to his room. Once she left , you knocked on the door which opened and revealed Joseph looking slightly annoyed but surprised to see you. You explain how you wanted to help fix his things and wanted to make it up for him.

And now here you are striped down from your clothes and forced on Joseph’s lap facing him while cock warming him. He smirks at your whimpering while he continues to read his book out loud in French occasionally squeezing your thighs, and groping your ass, giving you a glare if you dare to move and groaning whenever your pussy squeezes his cock. He’d also whisper in French in your ear enjoying how you’d clench tighter.

“Now now my dear, stop moving and behave”

“What a lewd women you are”

“Shhhh go to sleep, I’ll be right here”

He wouldn’t call you a whore or a slut noooo no way he’s too much of a gentleman…….so he’ll just say it French!

Oh arent you sweet

Rated Explicit

The swordsman is not actually upset, there is no point in being upset as the cameras are easily replaced by the Baron. Have you not noticed how they change with his attire as requested by Lady Nightingale? One broken camera means nothing, but it is amusing to apologize for something that merits no apology. Tons have been broken before and many more will be as the matches go on.

Your need to project these common ramble ideas can wear on him, however, he uses them to his advantage like now.

How amusing you are willing to do anything to be in his good graces, like a dog. Yes, a dog, his puppy who whines in shame and obeys their master's whim.

Pathetic in a charming way, only for him.

When he was younger, from the pieces he can recall of his memory, he indulged in many proclivities. Sex is one of them. Easily learning his likes and dislikes.

A favorite is having your heat around his cock but not moving. You are to simply warm it up as he reads his book. It's the one you suggested! The Scarlet Pimpernel, is an interesting story.

“Mon salope,” His slut, “Behave yourself. I am still deciding if I forgive you.” Foolish you taking the supposed punishment all for yourself, maybe you like trying to make excuses to have him fuck you? Would make sense why you think you must do anything to please him. Reality will set in soon when you realize he could care less about the thoughts and actions of others in the match. Or you will remain a fool and keep entertaining him like the hopeless dog you are.

He yawns, “Tonight you will remain with me. In the morning, we shall share breakfast.” There is no room for negotiations or excuses, you will do as he says.

“Joseph…”

“Shh, sleep petit chiot.” The shifting to lay down have you squeezing around him, good. Good, you are sensitive to him and only him. “I expect you to wake when I awaken.” Kissing your forehead.

You whimper but nod.

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beary-rambles · 10 months

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request: jacerys x maid!reader | reader has been working for them for a long while and jace has had a little crush on her since then. (also rhaenyra shipping them on the low would be so sweet)

tags: nontarg!reader, implied slightly older reader, mostly jacaerys pov, no use of y/n, not proofread, i think that's it?

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a/n: i am back! so sorry for being inactive i am so happy to be able to write again i have missed you guys, getting through requests now, but it will probably take me awhile to get to the scream requests since im really unmotived to write for it but i missed writing for hotd so here you go, i hope you guys enjoy!

the first time he had ever spotted you was when he was eight. you had been assigned to be helaena personal maid. he had been standing in the courtyard preparing for another sword fighting lesson. he notices out of the corner of his eye aegon lifting his head before aegon mumbled under his breath and curse as he shakes his head bring his head back down. jacaerys looks up to see heleana, knowing of the recent betrothal and aegons distaste at the idea of course he would have a reaction like that. his eyes drifted over to the girl standing besides helaena and he felt a sudden sensation of butterflies flow into his stomach.

Curiously he picks it up and opens, It feels wrong of me to do this. Princess Heleena just recently taught me how to write and the first thing I felt I needed to do was write something to you. I hope you do not laugh. I hope that while I express myself you find it in yourself to listen. My eyes always find their way towards you. I always find myself thinking about you. I feel too embarrassed to write more though my heart yearns too. Forgive me my prince. I shall hope we talk more. With all i have,

He finds himself tracing the sloppy signing of your name at the end of your letter. His head can't make sense of the words you say despite the fact he wants to so badly. He falls back onto his bed and reads over your words over and over again with a fond look on his face, already planning on what he was going to write back. The two of you begin to write more and more letters to each other. It was easier than speaking in person. Things that could not be uttered in person were said over word, the letters grew more and more personal. He felt like he was looking into your soul with every word as you must have felt as well. But then lady Leana had passed and he had to go to driftmark to the funeral though he was more upset about the passing of ser harwin. Before he had left for driftmark you had slipped a letter for him before he had left. He didn't have the energy to open it then, feeling too much grief to read your sweet words. A part of him is glad he didn't because he didn't realize that would be the last he would see of you for many years. They did not return to king's landing which means he did not get to see you. No more letters, no more passing glances, no more you. He stayed in his bed and cried for awhile, he remembers his mother coming in and trying to comfort him but nothing had worked. Even ten years later he still mourned you like you had died, he had managed to get over his sad slump but you still lingered in his mind like a disease he could not cure, an itch he couldn't scratch. He wondered if you thought of him like he had thought of you. Word had come that they had to go back to king's landing. With lucerys position as heir to driftmark being challenged they were expected to return for a trial. While he feels as though he should be sad, he should be angry. His heart leaps with hope that he gets to see the dear maiden that had stolen his heart. He had never opened up your letter from all those years ago, wanting to savor and save what could be your last words to him for a special occasion. He decided that now would be the time, as he sits on his bed with his stuff packed, only minutes until they were set to leave with shaking hands he rips open the letter.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he opens the letter and gasps. My prince, It broke my heart to find out you were leaving. I hope that you have not let your grief consume you, that you shall continue to be happy no matter what. He notices some large splotches of ink as if you had been pressing too hard against the paper in thought. I must tell you this though it is improper. When you return you will never speak to me again. You may never write to me again yet I must say this now. From the day we had locked eyes and my eyes saw you smile you hard earned the key to my heart. You are the chosen one. Hand selected as the owner to the place which you and only you will ever belong. I hope that you do not laugh. I hope that you are not repulsed or you are not hateful. From the day we met I have loved you and I shall think of you always for you are all I yearn for. I shall await your return. I know not how long you will be gone but I will be here, my sweet true love. I am but a low maiden yet you are everything to me as you must be to all. When you return you may choose to ignore this letter. I am more than willing to act as if this letter never existed, I will be the one to turn this letter myself if you wish. Just please, do not punish me by never speaking to me again for I fear my heart will never recover. With all my love, Yours.

The letter shakes vigorously in his hands as teardrops fall onto the page. He must see you. He gets up and rushes towards the yard where the rest of his family awaits where they are boarding to leave. With the letter clutched to his chest he runs through the halls, the only thought going through his mind being you. He carefully, or as carefully as he can with the adrenaline pumping through his veins and the nervous shaking of his hands, folds up the letter and stuffs it into his pocket before continuing to rush towards his dragon. An arm grabs him and he whips his head around ready to curse and scream at whoever it had been before his angry face softens. “My queen.” she cups his cheeks as she frantically looks him over. “Has something happened? Why are you crying, my son?”

He feels himself grow overrun with emotions as he stumbles, unable to answer. Instead he grabs the letter and presents it to her. “My.. she wrote to me.. Her letter I must.. I must..” he cannot find himself. He looks down at the ground as rhaenyra glances over the letter and looks at her son with a heartfelt look. “Do you love her, my boy?” his heart begins to hurt as he begins to think more and more about you as he nods. He lets out a strangled noise as he clutches his chest. “I must see her mother, I must.” He never calls her mother. rhaenyra feels herself overcome with an indescribable feeling as she lets him go. “We shall head out right this moment.” They do. He feels himself riding faster than he ever had. A part of him worries you will not be there. Maids are easily dismissed and rid of in kings landing so his heart hurts as he thinks he has missed you

. They arrive and he finds lucerys is stuck to his side. Despite the fact that all he wished to was run off to find you he knows he must take care of lucerys as well. Walking into the courtyard he's taken back to his childhood, with lucerys eyes locked onto the fight happening jacaerys finds his eyes looking around at the viewers watching from above the courtyard. Suddenly his eyes lock onto a very familiar set of eyes. Yours. You look as gorgeous as you did the day he had last shall you if not more. You were standing in the exact same place you were when he first saw you with a look of shock. He finds himself stumbling away from the crowd to get a better look at you as his heart pounds so loud his ears may begin to ring. You were here. Standing in front of him. He gulps and watches as you quickly rush towards the staircase down to the courtyard. His skin begins to burn as his legs begin to shake. Everything in his body telling him he should run to you. Bring you into his arms. Allow your skin to touch him. Suddenly you are standing in front of him, panting slightly while your eyes dart all over him with surprise. “My prince… you have returned.” He grabs one of your hands in a soft grip, he sees you inhale sharply as he brings your hand to his lips and places a kiss to the back of your hand. his lips burning as he aches to kiss your skin once more. “I am sorry to have kept you waiting, my love.” You gasp before a smile graces your lips and tears fill up in your eyes. “Truly?” He places yet another kiss onto your skin, “More than anything.”

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jackles010378 · 5 months

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I can only speak the truth.......

( A mischievous Rowena puts a spell on Dean, which makes him reveal some hidden feelings he's had for a while)

After splashing his face with cold water, Dean stood in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection. His face was a mask of frustration and confusion. He couldn't believe what had happened to him. A simple spell from a mischievous witch had turned his world upside down.

It all started one fateful night when the Winchesters found themselves in a tiny, isolated town in the middle of nowhere. They had been on a routine hunt, or so they thought. Little did they know, this hunt would be unlike any other.

While investigating strange occurrences in the town, Dean stumbled upon an ancient book. Its pages were filled with cryptic symbols and incantations, tempting him to test his luck. Curiosity got the better of him, and he recited a spell without fully understanding its consequences.

Instantly, a surge of energy coursed through Dean's body, leaving him disoriented and vulnerable. Unbeknownst to him, the witch had cast a truth spell, one that would force him to reveal his deepest, darkest secrets.

Dean's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation. He couldn't lie, deceive, or hide his true feelings any longer. The spell had stripped him of his defenses, leaving him exposed to the world.

The first person Dean thought about was Y/N. She was their longtime friend and occasional ally on their dangerous hunts. Deep down, Dean had always considered her more than just a friend. There was an undeniable connection between them, but he had never mustered the courage to confess his feelings.

Now, with the truth spell hanging over him like a Damocles sword, Dean knew he couldn't hide it any longer. He had to face his feelings head-on, no matter the consequences. But the fear of rejection and the potential fallout weighed heavily on his mind.

He sought solace and guidance in Sam, his younger brother. Sam was the yin to his yang, the voice of reason in their tumultuous lives. With a heavy heart, Dean revealed the truth to Sam, confessing his feelings for Y/N and the predicament he found himself in.

Sam listened intently, his brow furrowed in concern. He could see the internal struggle Dean was going through, torn between the desire to be honest and the fear of losing their friendship with Y/N. Sam, ever the compassionate soul, offered his support and encouragement.

Days turned into weeks, and Dean found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N. Every time he saw her, his heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't find the right moment or the courage to tell her the truth. The spell continued to plummet him into emotional turmoil, heightening his desire to break free from its clutches.

One evening, as they sat in the bunker's library, researching a case, Y/N looked up at Dean, eyes filled with concern. She sensed something was off, a storm brewing behind the facade he usually wore. Y/N had always been perceptive, attunded to the Winchesters in ways that even they couldn't comprehend.

"Dean, are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine worry.

Dean hesitated, debating whether to stick to the safe path or to take a leap of faith. Something in Y/N's gaze pushed him towards honesty. He took a deep breath and, for the first time, bared his soul to her.

"Y/N, I have to tell you something," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of trepidation and longing. "I... I've always cared about you more than just a friend. These feelings... They've been driving me crazy."

Y/N's eyes widened, surprise and curiosity flickering across her face. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by a sudden gust of wind.

In walked Rowena, the witch responsible for casting the truth spell. She smirked, clearly enjoying the drama that unfolded before her. Dean's heart sank as he realized that she had been watching their entire conversation.

"You Winchesters never cease to entertain," Rowena chuckled, her voice dripping with mischief. "But fear not, Dean. The spell has served its purpose. You are free, and so is your heart."

Dean's confusion grew as Rowena explained that the truth spell was never meant to harm him but to push him out of his comfort zone, to face his emotions head-on. She had hoped it would be the catalyst for change, for the Winchester brothers to embrace vulnerability and honesty.

As the spell dissipated, Dean felt a weight lifted off his chest. He and Y/N could finally explore the uncharted territory of their emotions without the interference of magic. They both realized that their connection went far beyond friendship, and the truth that Dean had revealed was finally reciprocated.

From that day forward, Dean and Y/N's bond deepened, their shared experiences and newfound honesty strengthening their relationship in ways they had never imagined. They faced demons, monsters, and the unknown together, knowing that they had each other's backs both as hunters and as lovers.

And as for Rowena, her mischievous grin never left her face. She had accomplished her goal of helping Dean confront his deepest secrets, proving that sometimes, even a witch's spell could be a catalyst for truth and love.

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agoodpairofsocks · 5 months

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Shelter

The Angel of The Eastern Gate stood wringing out his robes, as if it would make any difference. The rain had gotten heavier, the winds harsher, so the demon and him had decided to seek shelter.

Calling it a cave would be a stretch, it was more like a hole dug big enough for a party of four, or, in this instance, two otherworldly beings and their wings attached.

Crawley sat and crossed his arms over his chest, feeling rather silly about the whole situation. First the appletree with its strange trivial rules, the angel, the sword, the rain, a string of events leading to no large climax other than him and his mortal enemy huddled and shivering like two big wet birds. Crawley’s robes clung to him and his hair stuck to his face in unflattering fashion, whose idea was rain anyway? Big wet globs of liquid falling from the sky, drenching the earth. Soaking into your clothes, your hair, your feathers. What a mess. Hopefully the angel was having a worse time than he was.

He looked up towards the angel, Crawley soon realized he was twice as soaked in comparison, not only that, but the dampness of his white robes had left him quite exposed.

The cloth clung to the angels pinkish skin, revealing the curve of his thighs and the softness of his stomach (which Crawley was eye-level with, mind you). The soaked fabric hugged itself around the angels waist, his bottom, his chest, leaving very little concealed at all. It made Crawleys otherwise cold wind-beaten body heat up, and his stomach churn in a way he couldn't explain. Maybe this was hunger, the demon had never been hungry before.

The angel shivered, Crawley could practically make out every goosebump, and swayed as he wrung water out of the front of his robes. He looked ridiculous, Crawley admitted, with his hair in a mess of wet blond curls at the top of his head, standing practically naked as he tried to unburden himself of a few single water droplets. Why then, did the demon find himself so unbelievably flustered to see him like this? He had seen the human corporation before, he was there when they designed them (a bit unimpressive and clunky, if you ask him) and they had never once driven such a reaction from him.

Maybe it was just the angel himself, Crawley thought, what was his name again? He told it to me once, I think it started with an ‘A’.... No thats ‘angel’, giving away a flaming sword to humans, lending shelter to a demon, and now this. He's probably putting some sort of ethereal magic on me, the kind that turns demon stomachs into knots and cooks them to death slowly. No… that didn't make sense. If he wanted Crawley dead he could have killed him back at the wall, or when he still had the sword.

“You’re awfully quiet.” The angel spoke, knocking Crawley from his trance-like state, he blushed, had he noticed me staring?

The demon cleared his throat, “Yeah I’m just- erm- hungry?”

“Oh,” the angel frowned, “I didn’t know demons got hungry.”

Me neither “Yeah.” replied Crawley, who wanted no further questioning on the matter.

The angel stopped wringing at his robes, he was now watching Crawley with some intensity, as if he was trying to figure out some sort of puzzle. He then, slowly and cautiously, began to sink to the ground until he was sitting beside the demon. “Oh!” the angel exclaimed. He smiled brightly in a way that sent shivers down Crawleys serpentine spine, “Why, I've never ‘sat’ before.”

“How is it?” the demon humored.

The angel giggled (Crawley didn't know it was possible for an angel to giggle) “I think I rather like it.” He turned to face the demon, his grey-blue eyes giddy with the excitement of it all… before his face sank to a look of horror, “It’s not evil, is it?”

This earned a surprised snort from the demon, “Sitting? Evil?”

“Well you’re doing it, aren't you?” The angel defensively accused.

Crawley laughed even harder at that. The angel pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

The pair sat in silence for a while, watching the rainfall over The Garden, the grey fog and the lush green blending together. The storm clouds above swirling and dancing, Crawley thought for a second they reminded him of the angels eyes.

He really has to remember his name.

Crawley watched as the angel twisted his hands together in his lap, picking at his cuticles and rubbing his thumbs over his palms. His forearms resting on the tops of his thighs, what looked like the softest things in the world to Crawley. He felt his breath catch in his chest as he imagined how nice it would be to be an arm at that moment.

“Do you think…” The angel broke the silence, “do you think they’ll be ok out there?”

Crawley snapped out of his strange musings, “They’ll probably be just fine… what with the sword, and all.”

The angel whined, unconvinced.

“It’s like,” Crawley added, still a bit flustered by how hungry he was, “you’re protecting them. You’re a guardian- a guardian angel. Er.”

“A guardian angel.” The angel beamed, “Oh, I quite like that. Did you come up with that yourself? It’s very clever indeed-” The angel froze.

If Crawley was hungry before, he was absolutely starving now, So he gives away flaming swords, gives shelter to demons, AND compliments them?

Crawley stumbled on his words, “Yes, well, erm-”

“I have to go.” The angel blurted as he sat upright, “I mean- I’m sure my people will call for me soon. Heaven, angels.” he laughed nervously as he stumbled out of the shelter into the rain, “Oops, damn rain. Goodbye!”

The angel turned to leave, when suddenly it struck him-

“Aziraphale!” Crawley yelled out.”

Aziraphale turned around, “Yes?”

“I er-” Crawley stumbled, “I like the rain.”

Aziraphale smiled, “It is kind of nice, isn't it?”

And then he was gone.

#this is the first piece of fanfiction ive ever written plz dont bully me.#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #good omens 2 #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fanfiction

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wikimb · 8 months

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Devil Trigger 3.0 for Michael!

A 3rd attempt at designing his DT since 2021 when I made Michael (or rather revived and remade/fleshed out his character from a DMC fanfiction written in 2019...).

I could explain in length the ideas behind this DT, why such a theme, why so... tall. The ramble includes serious explanation of the origins of demonic powers he has as well. If you like to read about it then just check what's under the cut.

Below you have some drawings of his face and also his brother's (name's Gabriel) reaction to his DT form. Michael was more scared of Gabriel's reaction than he actually was and the relief he felt was quite overwhelming.

More in depth below. It includes links to the 2 older versions of his DT for fun comparison.

The theme of his DT is very birdy. The first time I designed his DT it was rather heavily inspired by pre-existing DT designs of our main characters. Nothing wrong with it but it didn't stand out and I also never really vibed with it. It didn't help that I had no experience with any kind of monster design to begin with. I still kinda don't but I can see I got slightly better seeing the 3rd version of his DT. You can check my 1st and 2nd attempts here.

Anyway there are a bit more specific reasons why it's so birdy-looking or angelic-looking (and not just because of his name). Michael was born a human in a family, which was never exposed to anything demon-related. They didn't know demons existed (to a degree... when it comes to his father but I think that'd deserve a separate post as his backstory is a bit wild and how it affected Michael in the end).

As a teenager he got lured into a cult and manipulated into abandoning his family eventually. He didn’t know how evil the cult was and didn't even realize they were a cult to begin with.

It was a cult worshipping Mundus with a leader being one his generals. Her name was Lilith and she was great at making Michael feel that she truly cared for him like a mother figure. She manipulated him into believing his family didn't care for him. Sadly, it was all a game and ever since he escaped the cult, he deals with a lot of guilt and regret. He is not sure if they're even still alive... and if they're dead... what if it's his fault?

The cult's purpose was to turn humans into demons, who would serve Mundus. To ensure that they were forced to undergo a ritual stripping them of all of their humanity, their human personality and replace all of that with Mundus overwhelming power. The power, which was great but taking away all of their free will they could have. These people were technically demons at this point. If the ritual failed then it was usually fatal. Thing is, the ritual was a stolen concept from the time when Lilith infiltrated Fortuna's Order of the Sword. In a way she influenced Agnus to come up with such a ritual, then she took the idea and modified it a bit.

Michael's case could be qualified as a failed ritual after, which he should have died but the amount of demonic power he received was not big enough to kill him (because human body would be able not to handle more) but instead keep him alive. And as a result it continued transforming/mutating him into a demon-hybrid like Dante or Vergil, but artificial.

Even if using demoning powers was causing various unpleasant side effects for him but with each use, it hurt less and less. He was reluctant to use his powers actively, fearing that they could make him loose his humanity. He still used the passive abilities such as sensing demon magic.

After certain events he unlocked his Devil Trigger. As a side note I do have 2 ideas for what these moments were but for now I am not sure which one is better.

Anyway, yes, Michael underwent a modified version of Ascension Ceremony! That's why he has such an angelic look, just like the guys from Fortuna. The demonic powers are originating from Mundus but failed to take away his free will, his personality, his humanity, his memories. In other words, he is the same like before - just juiced up with Mundus power (which he is afraid to use anyway). Certainly a result which a Demon Lord would actually hate to find out about as it has a potential to backfire. Not like he has to "worry" about three Sparda descendants already. But if you saw Mundus himself, he also looks rather angelic too. Or at least that "statue form" if that orange weird blob is meant to be really him.

Compared to DTs already seen, he is quite massive. I think it can be simply a feature of Mundus power, in which Devil Trigger state makes one much larger than in human form. Mundus is a titan-sized demon himself, while Sparda was shown to be rather human sized. Heh, maybe if Michael had Sin Devil Trigger form then he could be Mundus-sized.

Though, Michael has the ability to go Berserk (but it's not controlled by his will and it triggers under strong distress), which enhances his power in human form and in DT form. It manifests as blue fire instead of orange fire. Maybe Berserk DT can get this big maybe. Could wrestle demons like Goliath then xD

#devil may cry 5 #dude #aka michael #original character #oc #dmc oc

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thequeenofnightmares · 13 days

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“I don’t want to fight,” it was barely more than a whisper, but the plea in Nesta’s voice was evident. She reached up to lace her fingers around the back of Cassian’s neck. They both closed their eyes, letting their foreheads rest against each other. For a long moment, they breathed together.

Then Cassian said, more calmly now, “I don’t know that I would have made the same decision.”

Nesta opened her eyes, but didn’t speak. Cassian just shook his head, an incredulous look on his face. “You are my mate,” he said, his voice hoarse. “But Rhys is . . . .” He paused, searching for the words. “I’m sworn to protect this court. This territory. What you did . . . . jeopardized all of that. Rhys has every right to be angry.”

“I’m not asking anyone not to be angry.”

“Then what are you asking for? What is it that you’re asking of me?” His eyes were sad as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Understanding.”

“I do understand. I told you—I would want someone to help—”

“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t mean for my decision to give Bryce the Mask. I don’t regret it. And I would do it again.” His eyes flashed, and he dropped his hands.

“Then what do you mean.”

“I want you to respect my ability to make my own decisions,” she snapped, unable to keep the bite from her voice as her anger flared again. “I want you stop treating me like a child who went against some kind of rule—”

“Then don’t act like one,” he growled.

Nesta’s nostrils flared.

Breathe. Breathe.

“I will tell you the same thing I told Rhysand. The Trove answers to me. I command it.”

“And we all answer to Rhys,” he barked back. “That’s what you don’t understand. You don’t understand that you cannot make decisions like this without consulting him, without consulting Feyre—”

“Rhysand and Feyre have both made plenty of decisions without consulting the rest of you,” she said icily. She saw the hurt flash in Cassian’s eyes. An old wound. Perhaps more than one. But she went on, “they have both hatched dangerous, impulsive plans and not informed anyone. And yet you don’t look at them the way you’re looking at me now.”

“That is different, and you know it. Rhysand is my High Lord. He is a ruler—”

“And I am your mate!” she was practically screaming now. Cassian’s face was inches from hers; the fury rippling off of him like steam from the bath.

“Being my mate does not mean that you can do whatever the fuck you want in this court—to this court, and that I will blindly agree with you.”

“Again, I don’t care about your agreement. All I want is for you not to look at me with disgust. To give me the same grace that you give to Rhysand, to Feyre, to everyone else in this gods-damned court except, apparently, to me. I want you to tell me that you don’t agree with me, and you still love me despite it. To think about what it would be like if you were given the choice between blind loyalty to your court and something you loved even more—”

“There is nothing I love more than this court,” he roared.

Utter silence fell. Cassian’s eyes widened, the words he’s spoken settling in the space between their bodies.

Nesta took a step back, staring at Cassian. Trying to make sense of what he’d just said.

Say you didn’t mean it, she silently begged him. Say that you were angry.

Cassian’s throat worked like he might say something.

Only he didn’t.

Nesta stared, disbelief creeping like hoarfrost along her skin. Her chest hurt as realization sunk in.

He hadn’t spoken only out of anger. He really felt that way.

And his eyes—still wide and pleading—betrayed the truth.

Nesta felt her heart break.

My interpretation of the events that occurred between Nesta and Cassian after the argument with Rhys, during the Ember & Randall bonus chapter. Read the entire chapter on AO3!

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PAC READING: FIRST KISS WITH YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

Click on the ‘KEEP READING’ to go to your pile.

I added songs last minute. Feedback is very very welcomed and appreciated.

Disclaimer: Tarot is not a substitution for legal, medical or financial advice. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Image Credits: Got the little fruits from Canva.

Enjoy ✨

PILE 1

7 of Wands; Page of Wands; Knight of Wands

This pile made me have very vivid images, got me shook for a second there.

Anyway, onto the reading. The kiss itself will come after a long time waiting, like there will be some good build up before it actually happens. It's not like you guys will wait for the kiss per se but when it finally happens it will feel like that. Like "why are we doing this only now?!'. The kiss for this pile feels like it is the first real step towards one another. I think it will be because of the intensity of it. It will have some sort of ripple effect. Now...the kiss it's a very French kiss. There is a lot of passion, you are all over each other. As I said it is very intense, both on an a physical and an emotional level. There will be like an impulsive first kiss and then a pause, a very loud pause…and then it's ON. It will all happen very quickly, in the sense that in a blink of an eye you will be all over each other. This is actually a make out session. There is grabbing and even biting, hands are all over the place. It's filthy. Most and foremost, this kiss will ignite a passion that you might not have been aware before. I guess this is why the kiss is very passionate. It will be realization and desire all in one. No matter how much experience you will have by the time you have your first kiss with your spouse, your or probably both will brim with curiosity and passion like never before. This last bit is a bit random, but the lighting of wherever you will be is kind of intense, making it even more sensual.

You might sensory overload cause you will get drown in it. Don't forget to breathe, you guys.

SONG: Candy by Doja Cat. No shufflemancy used. This is just me picking a song that would suit the moment, like a soundtrack

PILE 2

The Sun; 5 of Wands; 7 of Swords

Laughter before kisses, in-between and afterwards. Both blushing up to your ears, metaphorically speaking the air around will feel like the breeze by the beach on a summer day. The pace will pick up and you both will want to kind of take over but not in a domineering way, it's more likely that you will get too into it. However, you both will have different reasons for "kissing". Let me explain it a little. It will be like your actions and intentions are coming from different places. However, at the end it will both lead you to the same place because this is the future spouse. The kiss will happen somewhere secluded, or you are trying to be discreet so no one sees. You will also keep it on the down low so no one will probably know. If you have a trustworthy bestie that you tell everything too, you won't tell even them for a while. I don't know what is with the secrecy but probably it is mostly because you want to treasure the moment and kind of process it on your own. The context is different for everyone because this is a general reading but with the last two cards there is probably some sort of cautions that stems from some sort of past grief that you are holding onto. It could be that you might be hurt bcs of some past relationship and the reactions of the others or it could be your outlook regards romance and relationship. I think this is coming from you and not your future spouse. Anyway, some of you will keep this internal conflict even from the fs. It is a very personal thing. To sum it up, the kiss is oh so sweet and endearing but it will invoke some not so great feelings as an aftermath. Overall, down the memory lane, you will remember it as a happy and fond memory. It will put a smile on your face every time.

SONG(s): Both Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan and Wherever You Would Call Me by Zaini. Troye's song for the first half of the reading and the other song for the second half. So, like the first song would play as a soundtrack when you guys kiss and the second song would play when you are somewhere like in your room thinking about what happened. No shufflemancy used. This is just me picking a song that would suit the moment, like a soundtrack.

PILE 3

Ace of Swords; 10 of Wands; Knight of Swords; The World

It will be a spur of a moment kind of thing, but there is a very clear indication that both of you will talk about it before it actually happens. Strong and clear communication. Or, it could be that you are talking or discussing about something else and then somehow the discussion will lead to some proximity which subsequently will lead to you two kissing. As you kiss, you will have a strong hold onto each other. Holding hands or grabbing wrists (not in a possessive way) or holding onto each other's arms. You are very close to one another, not wanting to let go. Caresses, gently stroking the cheek, kissing the wrists. A lot of sweet nothings whispered and some dirty talk too but very minimal. Neither will mean it, they are as a result of the moment but it will sound so sweet and right at the moment. Kind of an outlet because your thoughts will be running wild. It might start to feel too mechanical if you two get too much into your headspace and overthinking. This is funny but you will be a little too dramatic during and after it. Your main character moment. Heavy breathing and looking into each other's eyes all intensely (you know those moments in the movies lol).

To sum it up, you are so close to another you might lose your mind but it is all so tender and welcomed from both parties. You would want the moment to last for forever. There is a tiny bit of overthinking too. There is a bit of everything in the "kiss". Your kiss is not one moment but rather a journey. The "dramatic" factor makes me think that you two have been going around in circles when it comes to the attraction that is between you two.

With the other piles I only pulled 3 cards, but with this one The World card jumped out when I was pulling the last card so I kept it. It felt wrong to dismiss it. This is why I think the first kiss will mark the start of your relationship, there is a feeling of fulfillment and actualization.

SONG: Falling In Love - Cigarettes After No shufflemancy used. This is just me picking a song that would suit the moment, like a soundtrack.

PILE 4

King of Swords; The Emperor; 2 of Swords

It will happen on a date. There is no explicit card that talks about a planned romantic date and I did not pull more cards, but it is on a date. It feels like a date in which the parties are there to discern the other and the kiss might not be initiated or happen because of some deep romantic feelings. It will feel natural though even though there is still not a lot of intense feelings involved. You will be sitting down and just kissing. Slow and possessive. It might start as a lingering kiss but it will get hot pretty quickly. You two will try to kind of look at the other's reactions or pick up cues on how the other is feeling. You are both in control here and both will be trying to domineer the other. Your future spouse will be able to do so and will have you let go a little. You will like it and you will kind of surrender in his arms. Then a long, sloppy and heated session will ensue. You won't even care about your person's reaction anymore. You will let them take the lead. Maybe, they are just that good lol. Your guard is still up but at the same time you will just let yourself be for a while. It will be hard to move on from it.

SONG: Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood No shufflemancy used. This is just me picking a song that would suit the moment, like a soundtrack.

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