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v1olentdelights · 9 months

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Too Late For Tea?

Company x reader, bilbo x reader, kind of a little bit fili x reader. Female reader

TW: nothing? Let me know if there is, though!

Summary: Hopefully, being 5 minutes late qualifies as just on time for the group of ruffians.

a/n: Hopefully, this is written well! I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to request anything! Also, I'm pretty sure the song is from HTTYD? I can't really remember

Knock, knock, knock

Bilbo had just gotten comfortable for his afternoon tea. It was 3:05

"I swear if it’s that Brandyfoot again…" Much to his surprise, it was not ‘that Brandyfoot’ but an old friend. The look of utter shock that crosses his face is almost hysterical.

"Y/N? What -" he lets out a scuff of disbelief."What are you doing here?" It had been many months since their trek to Erebor. You had been brought along as a healer. You had minor magical abilities, being able to mend gashes and such or help one hold on a bit longer when close to death. It also helped that you had been training and experimenting in natural healing processes.

It was a miracle that Gandalf had decided to bring you, seeing as you had saved the King and the Princes. Bilbo had practically jumped at you after Thorin began to breathe again. They all had been singing your praise, but Bilbo was the loudest of all. You had saved part of his newfound family.

Though they say they could never truly repay you, they did invite you to work in Erebor under the best conditions. To be the royals personal healer while providing you with the proper supplies and protection when you left to study new plants for antidotes.

It was in those early days that Bilbo and y/n would write to each other often, but soon 6 days between letters became weeks, which became months. And without contact for many a month, could it be possible that…

No, no, he couldn’t have. Right? Was Bilbo forgetting them?

"Well, you said tea time was at 3, and we were always invited. I hope the offer still stands and that we aren't too late." A timid smile crossed your face as you waited for Bilbo's response.

"Of course! I cannot believe we have lost contact, you must-" the realization crossed his face "we?"

"Surprise!" 13 other voices joined, causing the hobbit to step back a bit in surprise. Everyone pushed into the hobbit hole, hugging or patting his shoulder. Bilbo was stunned at the affection. He had forgotten what it was like to be surrounded by the lively group. You stood back watching all the men, for some reason it almost brought tears to your eyes, their little found family was back together.

A few of the dwarves - Bofur, Dwalin, Nori, and Gloin - stepped out to tug in a few large bags.

"We thought we would bring the feast to you this time.” Balin smiled as everyone began unpacking in the kitchen.

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You all had gathered around the hobbits table, every plate full to the brim, ale (and tea) filled the cups. The loud laughter and conversations brought you back to that fateful night, though this time Bilbo was engaged and was actually laughing.

“So then we went to the forges, and there was this lass just standing there at my station!” Nori shouted with a hearty laugh. “And I was beginning to worry she was lost. But when I asked her for a name, she said ‘Dana, Dana Buffer.’ She is the best smith in Moria!”

All of the dwarves were catching up with one another and catching Bilbo up. It seemed as though nothing had changed. Then there was a sudden knock on the door, for a moment everyone stilled before Bilbo rose to answer it.

“To think I wasn’t even invited to the reunion of our dear group.” Gandalf the Grey had arrived fashionably late, just like always. He quickly took a seat next to Thorin, who was next to Bilbo, and tuned into all the conversations.

"So, Gandalf, where have you been off to? Learning yet another fashionable way to exhale your friend Old Toby?" Fili had joked.

"Why yes, and I was accompanied by a friend." He replied sincerely

"Friend? I thought we were your friends, Gandalf." Kili said, to an outsider it would seem he was truly hurt. Though you knew better, you all did.

"All have you know, I have many friends. Ones who are much kinder and wiser than the lot of you combined!"

Of course, the old man was joking, though you did wonder who exactly had kept his company after the battle.

The festivities carried into the late evening, which was then filled with songs, Fili and Kili on the fiddles, Nori and Ori on the flutes, and the rest filling the room with their voices.

"For the darling y/n," Bifur winked at you. The lot of them began a small jig, given the space of the living room (even with all the furniture moved).

My dearest one, my darling dear

Your mighty words astound me

But I've no need for mighty deeds

When I feel your arms around me

But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry (oh, would you?)

And I would keep you from all harm

If you would stay beside me

And before you knew it, you were up singing and dancing alongside them. Linking arms while swirling around.

I have no use for rings of gold

I care not for your poetry

I only want your hand to hold

I only want you near me

To love and kiss to sweetly hold

For the dancing and the dreaming

Through all life's sorrows

And delights

To many of the company, you had become like a sibling. You couldn't help but laugh at the meaning behind the song you had helped craft for them to impress some dwarrowdams.Though your one saw you as something more, the both of you sneaking many glances throughout your dance.

I'll keep your laugh inside me

I'll swim and sail a savage seas

With never a fear of drowning

I'd gladly ride the waves so white

And you will marry me!

As the song ended you found yourself plopping on the ground, panting from the exertion of energy. Bilbo had been watching and humming along, though he noticed the stares between you and Fili. However before he could question you, the dwarves began another song.

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By the end of the night, it was just you and Bilbo left in the living room. Gandalf had excused himself quite a bit ago, saying he had some business to attend to. The rest of the company had either fallen asleep or had simply drifted to their own rooms in a little guest hobbit hole Bilbo had made.

"Come y/n, I have something I want to show you." He gently grabbed your hand before leading you out the door and around the little hill in which his house was built. Nearby, far enough to not damage his hobbit hole, but close enough to enjoy was a tree. It had not fully grown yet, though it was still fairly mature.

"What is this?" You asked as you marveled at the beautiful leaves.

"It's the acorn. Or I guess from the acorn. It grew slowly and healthily. Now it is something beautiful." He had a knowing smile on his face.

"Well, I'm sure it took quite a bit of work and time to make sure it grew properly."

"That it did. Here I have a seat." He pulled you to sit next to him on a little bench next to the trunk of the tree. "Tell me." He said.

"Well, you knew about the feelings harboring about halfway through the journey." He simply nodded his head in acknowledgment."It was just that for a long time after… just feelings. But I knew it was more, I knew that he was my One after I felt the life leaving his body." You felt a shiver run down your spine at the mere thought of losing him. "After the battle, I found the courage to tell him." With that Bilbo’s face lit up.

You and the hobbit had formed a special bond due to you being outsiders to the company. There was no doubt in your mind that you both would be good friends even after the mission was complete. Therefore, you confided in him about these conflicting feelings. He continually urged you to tell the dwarf of your affection, but you held it in. You could never forgive yourself if it had ended up distracting him or, even worse, destroyed the friendship you had begun to make.

“And?” It was funny, Bilbo seemed almost more invested in your love life than you did.

“Well…” you reached up into your hair and pulled it aside to show off your courting braid. Then, the most surprising yet most wonderful thing happened. Bilbo giggled and clapped his hands before crushing you in a hug.

“You did it! I am so proud of you!” Your heart felt full. Bilbo rose and jumped a tiny bit with joy “We must make something to celebrate this!”

“NO!” The yell was a surprise to you. “I mean- we haven’t told the others yet. You can’t say anything.” You reached out to grab his hand, “Please.”

“Very well, but you know they are going to find out sooner than later, right?"

"Yes, yes, we know. Kili already knows, and I'm sure half them suspect it. Did you see the show they put on this evening?" You laughed.

"You make a fine couple. Both complement each other well. I'm happy for you." It was a simple statement, but since you hadn't exactly gone public with the whole thing, such a simple comment went a long way. He smiled at you warmly before patting your leg and standing up.

"Well, we best be getting to bed. And what a sad day it is that I happen to be short a bed for you, looks as though you must have to share with someone." Before you could comment he had skipped inside.

Oh, how you missed your family, and oh, how happy you were to be reunited.

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callilysto · 1 year

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𝗢𝗣 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗫 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗡/𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗖!/𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 (pt. 2): op boys with a dominant (s/o)

characters: law (💛; pt. 1), zoro (💚; pt. 2), & sanji (💙; pt. 3)

warnings & tags: mdni!, fluff, semi-suggestive undertones, misunderstandings, jealousy, implied taller reader, getting together, established relationship, slight dom/sub dynamics (both nonsexual and sexual aspects) if you squint.

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💚 ⌦ 𝗥𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗔 𝗭𝗢𝗥𝗢

What better way to win this man's heart faster than free unlimited drinks? You were a simple bartender in a shady rowdy pirate-infested town, and immediately recognized the Strawhats’ renowned swordsman.

You both hit it off quite fast, Zoro telling vague stories about the crew and you sharing rumors and events in town. You later admitted you quite owed your life to the Strawhats, hearing that the crew was responsible for defeating Moria 2 years ago and your shadow returning to you after almost a full decade without it.

You graciously offered them all a free stay by the inn above the bar, as the island and town was being slowly taken back under the Marine's control from the pirates, and you didn't want the crew to run into trouble when they're just having a quick stop before their log resets.

Zoro, who's ever alert of danger, hesitantly took the offer once confiding it with Luffy and the rest. Suspicion kind of rose seeing your demeanor change into even more friendly after meeting Luffy and retelling your gratitude.. Like he gets it, and there's nothing wrong about being nice, but there's something off about you, like a wolf in sheep's wool.

The next morning, one of the bar customers tipped off to the Navy about yours and the crew's location, and they all rushed to get back to Sunny after Franky reunited with them and confirmed she was fully repaired. Inevitable fight to escape broke out, but nothing too serious that they couldn't handle.

As they continued to be chased by warships, Ussop pointed out the commander was shouting not only the arrest warrants for them.. but another: you—and they all were flabbergasted as you were chilling by the back of Sunny watching it all unfold as a stowaway. Zoro's danger senses had enough and drew his blade against you as he interrogated who you really were. You kept insisting you were just stowing away at the ship until the next stop, but Zoro said he’s seen you before, in a list of wanted criminals in a Marine file he quickly glanced through when raiding a Navy ship once, but never had a public wanted poster. Especially since you had quite a bounty of 400M berries.

Not wanting to sour your relationship with the crew who once again, saved your life, you admitted they saved it for the third time: first was Moria's defeat, the latest one is stowing on Sunny, but the second one was when Luffy broke in and out of Impel Down. You were one of the Level 6 prisoners, classified criminals not published in the news or known to the mass public–a shinobi assassin capable of reading poneglyphs.

Now, you're just wandering around with no goal in mind, just wanting to survive and start a new life, but that can't be the case for you, as you're unable to escape from the ties of your past. Luffy (bless this man) had the bright idea to invite you to the crew as a fresh start, some protesting about the abrupt invitation due to his compulsiveness to invite any weirdos in the crew because Luffy finds them cool. And what's cooler than having a pirate ninja assassin as a member?

Months go by, your adventure with the crew was the best thing that ever happened in your life despite all the obstacles, you found them exciting and for the first time in a long time, you found your purpose as one of the crew's protectors, and Zoro respects that. You were quite different from the rest who had grand dreams, and so keeping the crew safe was the one goal you have for yourself, the only achievable thing you can do with your lifelong polished skill in killing.

Your relationship with Zoro developed as well.. in more ways than one, banter was borderline flirting (teasing sexual innuendos and suggestive jokes), but you were both dancing around the subject, tension building high enough that others were starting to see how much it bothered you both.

It all started because he never knows when you arrive, footsteps light as ever and presence trained well kept even from Observation Haki, so you kept accidentally and/or intentionally spooking him and even the others (Brook swears you’re a ghost as he screams. How ironic.) You let out a small remark somewhere between the lines of “I’m just better than you, that’s all.” sparking yet another rivalry on the ship against Zoro. Banter turned to annoying one-sided flirting (in your part), which differentiates it from Sanji’s and Zoro’s. Whatever it was, it’s just an additional headache for the crew to tolerate, although you gladly have never been subject to Nami’s loving punches.

Your routine was 90% of the time synced with the swordsman, mostly tucked away up in the crow's nest training and sparring, Zoro didn't mind one bit as you were a nice presence to be around. You however, were slowly losing your mind.

Having to train with him every time you can means seeing him all shirtless, panting and sweaty, and you might as well not be any better man than Sanji because goddamn this man has tits. Anyone who doesn't recognize Zoro's attractiveness would be lying to themselves–solid muscular build, sharp jaw, prominent temples, veiny hands, huge knockers, and the adorable rare dimples you see whenever you get him to laugh or smile–you were down bad.

You first brushed it off as just sexual frustration and lust, but noticing Zoro's softer sides whenever he syncs his shower schedule with Chopper to help him wash his fur, the small smile he has whenever he finishes maintaining his swords like they're his own children, his unyielding ambition to become stronger not only for his dream, but to protect his friends–all these were just the things you could list on the top of your head because you can go on for hours talking about him like a lovestruck teen even as a grown adult.

However, unlike you, Zoro has no concept of knowing his limits even when he's severely injured, and it drives both you and Chopper mad just to keep him in place and rest. He's lifting weights the following day like nothing happened, and only ever complied after your pissed ass lift and dragged him away from his make-shift gym, demanding to be placed down, face red with embarrassment. Zoro learns not to test your patience whenever you are looking out for him despite his protests.

You entered the infirmary with a basin and washcloth in one hand. You told Chopper you could handle disinfecting him and he could change Zoro's bandages after. The little doctor was exhausted managing everyone's injuries, so you told him to have his supposed shower day today to relax.

You take in the sight of Zoro's sleeping, bandaged figure and internally debated if you had to wake him up to do what you need to do, or just wait until he wakes up, then you catch Zoro's eye peeking through his eyelids, grumbles, and turns away from you onto his side. You roll your eyes, scoffing at the pettiness. Zoro's reddening ears didn't go unnoticed, a smile forming on your lips.

"Aw, don't tell me you're actually still mad, tiger?" You teased, setting down the basin on the bedside table and sat on the mattress.

Zoro hides his face into the pillows. "Go away."

You tugged his ear lightly, earning a flinch and he finally faces you with a frustrated look. Before he can cuss you out, you interrupted.

"Sit up. I'm cleaning you, then Chopper rewraps you with new bandages. He's out relaxing in the shower to destress.. he's got quite a difficult patient." You gave him a chiding look, something he's never going to get used to even if it's something you've always done to him and some others.

At first, he didn't like it even if he knew you had kind intentions, for it stings his ego a little that you felt obligated to take care of him outside of battle situations. He wanted to stop you, but seeing how you seemed genuinely happy caring for him and the others in your acts of service made him unable to reject you. This time was no different, but that doesn't mean he hasn't moved on from feeling.. babied?

"..Later." Zoro managed, turning away once more, trying to calm his mind. He's feeling weird flips in his gut again, heart racing. Your pampering nature needs to be held back sometimes, because he's always got to catch himself from completely succumbing to your advances. (He's willfully dense from your affection.. The man cannot handle it.)

"Roronoa." You warned.

A beat later, Zoro reluctantly sits up and half-heartedly glares at you. You shoot him the 'I-wouldn't-be-doing-this-if-you-weren't-stubborn-as-hell' look, eyebrow raised. He grumbles under his breath, and looks away.

You unwrap his soiled bandages, concern surfacing in your expression despite trying your best to look unphased. Zoro had reopened some of his wounds because of his persistence to move around, especially the one along his collar bone. It was quite deep, and Zoro, as usual, trained like it didn't hurt. Men had pride, an ego to build and defend, especially Zoro, who only ever wanted to be undefeatable for his ambition and the crew's reliable protector, so you didn't actually enjoy chiding him when it resulted in him being aggressively defensive ("I can take it." "I need to get stronger.").

The bleeding reopened wound got the best of your patience as you wiped the dried blood off, so you said something in the calmest possible tone.

"Endurance is strength, but there's more strength to be built in resting. You know that well, Zoro."

Zoro stays quiet, watching your hands clean his wounds, but you sensed his tensed jaw. You knew he didn't like confrontation with feelings or concerns, but you continued to press your observations on him. You can't stand it.

"Do you immediately go back to training after being injured to be stronger? Or is it to punish yourself?"

Zoro's whole stature tensed, freezing in place like he was caught sneaking into the kitchen for booze. He snaps a glare at you, no intended malice behind them but a warning.

"Mind your business, (Name)." He managed through his gritted teeth.

You return the glare with an unwaveringly persistent stare. "No."

Zoro was about to remove his arm from your touch, but you held him in place.

"You're so damn nosy when you don't need to be—"

"And so I'll just watch you punish yourself by making your wounds worse? If you take it upon yourself to protect everyone from everything attacking them, there's no problem with that, but who's taking care of you when you don't realize you're hurting too? So yes, it's my business."

You meant that as something more than physical hurt, but Zoro is slow. He didn't think of it that way, but he does understand you to a certain extent. What he can't comprehend is your overly caring nature, something very similar to Chopper's, but he only assumed it was because the reindeer is a doctor and is obligated to. Why him? It set something off in his chest that he didn't want to acknowledge.

You knew you had no place telling him what or what not to do, but it didn't stop you from caring. You wish he could listen and understand that. You knew he felt hurt after being unable to protect Chopper in time when his opponent redirected his attack towards the unsuspecting reindeer.

If you weren't there to save Chopper, Zoro would be feeling a lot more worse if the doctor got hurt. He finished his fight in victory, yet the thought of being unable to see that sly attack going for Chopper (he was exhausted at that point, but he holds no excuses for himself) bothered him greatly. It brought him back to the time Kuma was slowly going after his friends and him being unable to move because of his pain. He was weak—a burden. They were all lucky Kuma was not as bad as the person they thought he was.

He didn't say any of this to you, but he didn't need to. You hardly knew anything about the Saobody incident, but you saw the panic in his eyes at that moment with Chopper, and understood his coping mechanism.

"I can take care of myself." Zoro stated, tone firmly saying there's no argument against that.

You scoffed, annoyance festering inside you was growing unbearable by the day because this man doesn't get it. You didn't want to explode in a horrible immature way.

"Sure, tiger. Bleeding yourself to exhaustion lifting thousand ton weights to 'train' doesn't sound like taking care." You mumble the next part, "..It's bottled up insecurities."

Zoro's teeth clenched. "Insecure?" He snapped back, not liking the implications. Before he could completely go off and push you away, you beat him to it and clutched his arm in place with a well-known vise strength. Today was the last straw, taking a deep breath and narrowing your gaze to his.

"Yes, insecurities. But I didn't say that to make you feel less of a man or weak because I'm not stupid and I know you're strong. But if you think I don't see your little self-deprecating ‘training’, then think again. I know I have no place to tell anyone here what to do, but I do have a place here to care—especially for a hard headed dumbass who thinks unnecessarily hurting himself constantly equates to being stronger."

You grab his hand into your own, and stare at his disbelieving eyes widening by the moment. He didn't dare look away.

"I care for you, and I get worried because you're hurting more than just these goddamn wounds. I want to take care of you. Let me care for you when you need it.."

You pull his hand closer to your lips, lowering your head that it almost looks like you would kiss it, but didn't. You were lucky the man didn't pull away yet, so you looked back up to him.

"Please."

"You—.." Zoro's face was reddening worse by the moment, eye twitching. The hand in your grasp was growing clammy but he didn't want to pull away. His mind was going haywire thinking what the fuck are you doing and what do you mean, heart pounding hard against his chest. You kept looking at him with that pleading look, making it more difficult for him to resist.

'I care for you'

'Let me take care of you'

When was the last time Zoro ever heard someone talking to him like that? Never, he thinks.

"What..? Why?" he asks dumbly, still unsure of how to respond from a semi-confession. You mentally curse yourself for word-puking like that, and hope and beg for any god if there is one that you won't regret.

"Because.." you cleared your throat, and squeezed his hand. "I like you. A lot."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m chickening out now–shit!

Zoro was looking more and more like a ripe tomato by the second, and you could feel your cheeks growing warm. What the fuck did you mean? Like him? In.. that way?

You study his flustered expression, nervousness eating you alive and you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. You compose yourself, setting down his hand but not really letting go yet.

"As a friend! Haha!" You nervously laughed, looking away and setting the towel in the basin.

REAL smooth, (Name)... real fucking smooth.

You let him go, not bothering to look back at him anymore and stood up quickly. Remorse was eating you alive slowly.

"I'll go now since I'm done. You better get back to sleep." You turned to leave with the basin in hand, snapping Zoro out of his shocked trance.

"Wait!" Zoro grabbed the hem of your shirt, catching your attention. You slowly turned to look him straight in the face again. His flushed face was slowly calming into fainter hues. Damn, he's cute. You chide yourself internally to focus on the situation at hand.

"Yes?" You ask, searching his eyes, hoping the subject was dropped.

"I uh.. Don't mind." He whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Don't mind me taking care of you?" You smiled, grateful he's accepting help, the fucked up confession leaving your mind instantly.

"Yes—I mean no, not that—"

You raise your brow, smile pulling into a light-hearted snark of annoyance due to his hardheadedness.

"Fuck, I mean yes I'm okay with you um.. doing this for me." He said, letting go of your shirt. You smiled fully again, delivering blooming sensations under his skin.

"Great! I'll train with you once you're actually better." You beamed, turning again to leave Zoro alone to handle the heart hammering in his chest.

A week passed, Zoro was officially fully healed thanks to Chopper's (and your) care. He felt ridiculously nervous yet elated climbing up to the crow's nest, the implied shared space between you two. You were already there with your usual yoga stretches to maintain your flexibility, greeting him with a teasing smug yet caring smile.

He notices his equipment is cleaned, and realizes it's always been cleaned after use thanks to you and your slight cleaning obsession. The thought bothered him, but not unpleasantly.. which was more bothering because he never stopped thinking about your confession.

He started noticing every little hidden thing you do to care for him, and even others. It made him wonder how long you have been doing this, and appreciated it immensely more than he would ever admit. You sneak in little items others might need into their space, like for him, his towels and water bottle. He was more flustered than usual, especially when it comes to directly taking care of him or showing forms of affection he's only ever noticed now.

The lingering touches you have when slinging your arm around his shoulders as you laugh at Luffy's shenanigans, sliding down to his lower back, or when you hold his hand a second longer after you pull him up to stand. You sneak alcohol on the rooftop of the nest to share, and he's always happy to oblige.

You both go on to tell stories of your adventures as you drink the night away, and whenever he would be the one to share his experiences in whatever story (he was sharing Alabasta), he would catch you gazing affectionately at him, studying him with a dumb small smile and it makes him stutter out of his sentence, face flushing.

"Stop that." He groans, cheeks burning from both alcohol and embarrassment.

"Sorry, you're cute." You chuckle to yourself.

"Hah?!" He gives you an incredulous look, eye wide. You laugh aloud, waving your hand to brush it off.

"Sorry, sorry. 'M tipsy as fuck now." You set your mug down, looking down to ground yourself. You meant it all fully.

"I'm not cute." He huffed, taking a swig and glared at you, not knowing if he's feeling irritated or affected with other feelings.

"Sure, sorry handsome." You grin at him.

"Shut up."

"Though I would say cute fits better on Luffy." You rested your chin on your palm, elbow at knee as you continued to think into the distance. Zoro rolled his eye.

"Actually no, handsome fits Sanji better."

Zoro's attention snapped at you, a furrow in his face.

"What? That shitty cook?" He sounds a little too mad from just a comment.

"No, no, wait, probably sexy? His waist can be somewhat considered petite—Aha! He's fits pretty boy more—"

"Will you stop that?" Zoro snapped, more upset that he should be as he glared at your grinning side profile. You looked at him, eyes questioning and surprised and Zoro can't discern if you're faking it or not.

"Woah, okay!" You laughed, palms up in mock surrender and defense. "I'm simply giving silly comments! Besides, it's not like they can hear us, no?"

"That's not—I can hear you!"

"It's just you, man! Are you gonna go up to Sanji and tell him I think he's a pretty boy?"

"No!"

"Then there's no issue, yes?" You grinned, slowly realizing where you had incidentally led this. God, him and his stupid rivalry with Sanji is borderline homoerotic tension you sometimes feel slightly jealous of.

Wait.. jealous?

"Just—Why is he—He's not even that pretty." Zoro countered , like a goddamn toddler and you can't stop your fit of laughter as you both argued. Zoro was taking this a little too seriously.

"What?! Okay then fine, he's sexy and Luffy's cute—"

"Can you shut the fuck up." Zoro groans into his hands, wiping the grogginess off his face.

"Actually, I'd say Torao-san fits more as sexy than Sanji."

"Stop—"

"Oh, he's definitely the sexy one because his tattoos are just so hot, though Sanji does have the sexy suave vibe, with the full suit and all—"

"(Name), please." Zoro grabbed your forearm, eyebrows still furrowed but eyes pleading and irritated with something more than just annoyance.

Is he jealous..? No way.

"What's wrong?" You asked, wanting to see if he's ever going to admit to anything. There was the smug grin in your face that Zoro wanted to wipe off as you kept chuckling, but then it suddenly pulled into a serious expression as you placed your hand atop the one he was grabbing you with. Zoro’s heart stuttered, sensing the change in mood.

“Be straight up with me, man.. Do you like Sanji?”

He looked at you like you just grew an extra head. “WHAT?! No!” He yelled, snatching his hand away, fuming. You were laughing again, even slapping your knee.

“Ohoho? Is that why you’re mad when I compliment him? I mean you both always look like you’re about to kiss when you argue sooo unnecessarily close face to face!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

You gave him a teasing look up and down, slapping his shoulder as you continued your fit of laughter. Zoro wanted to punch you right now, jealousy turned frustration.

“Don’t worry, Zo. I don’t like him in that way–He’s all yours-”

“Fuck no! I like you!”

A beat. You’re both frozen in your places, surprise reigning your face followed with a blush. Zoro was once again growing red as hell, eyes wide and lips quivering from realization of what the fuck he just said, cursing himself. Your heart rate picked up fast, nerves alive as liquid courage coursed through your blood and the taste still on your tongue. You don’t know what to fucking do, but you did know one thing: you want to kiss him.

So you place your hand around his nape, brushing through his three earrings with your thumb, and pulled him to a rushed yet soft one.

Zoro sucked his breath in, melting into your touch instantly after a second as you fiddled with his base hairs on the back of his head, and leaned back to the kiss. His hands found their way on your shoulders, and you sighed, sucking on his bottom lip making him groan and then pulled away despite not wanting to.

You searched his eyes for any sort of more confirmation or uncertainty, and smiled when you saw he was just staring at your lips, wanting to kiss again.

“Cute.”

He frowned slightly again, pouting.

You pulled him on your lap and kissed him one more, long and full of all the affection you have ever wanted to give him and more.

That make out session lasted in what felt like eternity, from soft and longing to rough and all tongue, hands wandering all the places you ever wanted to touch him (Ah yes, the tits). Needless to say, you and him were together officially after your cheesy full confession of how he is in fact the love of your life and asking him out. He agreed, of course.

Although you both never told anyone, it was so obvious to others (except Luffy) that you were finally dating. Mostly because you can’t get your hands off Zoro despite his protests, and even showered together..? That’s a lot to say for Zoro and your persistence.

Of course, the first to ever bug Zoro was Sanji, the cook never letting him live it down how the swordsman was swept off his feet. There became a huge argument that started after Nami insisted you to tell her who confessed first for a bet they all had, which drew commotion that everyone joined in, even Zoro, who wanted to disappear and kick your ass for even telling it to Nami for fuck’s sake. You two had a debate on who really did confess first, whether your first chickened out “I like you as a friend” counts or not. Chaotic day, but a happy one as everyone congratulated you both.

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a/n: this one is longer than the first part which was law.. the zoro brainrot is real asf. last of the part is sanji! if you all have requests to continue or any other feel free to comment hre :D pls be nice.

#𝕃𝕐𝕊 𝕀𝕄𝔸𝔾𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊 #one piece x male reader #one piece x reader #one piece x dom reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro #one piece #one piece zoro #one piece scenario #roronoa zoro imagines #zoro imagines #roronoa zoro x dom reader #roronoa zoro x male reader

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glitteringaglarond · 1 year

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'Do you think those halls are fair, where your King dwells under the hill in Mirkwood, and Dwarves helped in their making long ago? They are but hovels compared with the caverns I have seen here: immeasurable halls, filled with an everlasting music of water that tinkles into pools, as fair as Kheled-zâram in the starlight.

'And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ore glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they spring up from many-coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass; cities, such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink! a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea. Then evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream. There is chamber after chamber, Legolas; hall opening out of hall, dome after dome, stair beyond stair; and still the winding paths lead on into the mountains' heart. Caves! The Caverns of Helm's Deep! Happy was the chance that drove me there! It makes me weep to leave them.

'No, you do not understand,' said Gimli. 'No dwarf could be unmoved by such loveliness. None of Durin's race would mine those caves for stones or ore, not if diamonds and gold could be got there. Do you cut down groves of blossoming trees in the springtime for firewood? We would tend these glades of flowering stone, not quarry them. With cautious skill, tap by tap – a small chip of rock and no more, perhaps, in a whole anxious day – so we could work, and as the years went by, we should open up new ways, and display far chambers that are still dark, glimpsed only as a void beyond fissures in the rock. And lights, Legolas! We should make lights, such lamps as once shone in Khazad-dûm; and when we wished we would drive away the night that has lain there since the hills were made; and when we desired rest, we would let the night return.'

And this. This right here is why Gimli has been one of my favorite characters ever since I was a child. There is a reason my tumblr url is glitteringaglarond, and it’s this passage right here.

Gimli has proved himself to be many things throughout this story - he’s a badass, he is witty and intelligent, he has a brilliant sense of humor and is the funniest character in these books - but one of the most important things about him is his love for beauty.

We saw it in his longing to see Moria, regardless of the dangers. We saw it as he couldn’t help but turn aside and gaze into the waters of Kheled-zaram. We saw it as he praised the beauty of Galadriel. Gimli is a character with a deep, artistic, soulful love for beauty. And it comes across most strikingly here, in this passage.

Because Gimli is out of his element right now, traveling through this strange, dangerous, magical wood. He is injured and weary from battle, and is once again riding a horse - something that he explicitly dislikes. This is the absolute last situation where somebody should be unveiling their poetic soul, and yet that’s what Gimli does.

Because to Gimli love for beauty is stronger than weariness and fear and uncertainty. And while being in this forest makes him fearful, only being forced to leave a thing of beauty can make him weep.

So he tells Legolas about the caves, using language so poetic that we can’t help but see the caves through his eyes and appreciate their beauty in ways we might never have done otherwise. And even Legolas is moved.

I cannot overstate how important his love for beauty is to me, and unlike Gimli I am not enough of a wordsmith to communicate exactly how deeply the beauty of his soul, expressed through this love, touches me. The best I can do is express my joy at having been taught appreciation for beauty at such a young age by such a teacher, and I can only hope that like Gimli, I too can help others find an appreciation for the beauty around them that they might not otherwise have seen.

#lotr newsletter #Gimli #my op #I have said it before and I will say it again… the fact that I consider myself an artist has its deepest roots in Gimli son of Gloin #he is so important to me #and to those who are curious... this is thee thing that solidified gimli as one of my top 5 faves #pinned

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ohnonotnow · 3 months

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when I don't feel like going out I like to listen to Wind Rose while getting ready and imagine I'm preparing to reclaim Moria

#the hobbit #wind rose #lotr #the lord of the rings #tolkien #jrr tolkien #thorin oakenshield #battle of the five armies #dwarves #erebor #metal #power metal

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rohirric-hunter · 1 month

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Thought this might be fun to do with the Springfest armor set --

I'm gonna have to do multiple polls for this one because there are so many dye colors but I have a plan that I think will work. Pick the option that has the color you want to vote for listed in it, and then when this poll is done I'll post another one to pick between those five. I will dye the armor set whatever color you guys pick. If the dye for it is currently inaccessible I will dye it the second most popular color while I run delvings trying to get the first most popular

(Note: the set appears to have a unique default color that is not equivalent to any dye, so I listed it as a separate color.)

#lotro #snarmour

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count-alucard-tepes · 3 months

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So, in my family there is this small tradition: to plant a tree the day a child is born. (So its like your twin but plant version). OR make a barrel of wine or vinegar. All with the name of the daughter (or son)... which one you think the Daddys will do? Or if they would do it at all.

Oh I love this so much because my parents do this with a rose plant for my birthday ever since they knew I love roses😭

Plants a tree:

Akainu🌋

Ryokugyu 🌱

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Killer🔪

King 👑

Izou🔫🔫

Buggy🤡

Marco the Phoentix 🦅

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

Iceburg💜

Rob Lucci🐆

Karasu🐦‍⬛

Makes a barrel of vinegar or wine:

Kizaru ✨

Fujitora 🐅

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Benn Beckman 🔫

Kaido🐉 (and drinks it)

Queen👑

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

Oven Charlotte 🍞

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹

Gecko Moria🦇

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

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tathrin · 7 months

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A little moment that might take place between the pages of this Fellowship AU, featuring Celebrimbor's return to Moria after being re-embodied in the last years of the Third Age.

For the Whumptober prompt "Like crying out in empty rooms; with no one there except the moon."

The Fellowship slept around him, their breath echoing like drums off the empty stones of Khazad-dûm. Celebrimbor rose and crossed the room on noiseless feet, his heavy cloak clutched tight around his shoulders. He passed between his companions unnoticed by any save for Frodo, whose turn it was on guard; Frodo caught his eye quizzically as Celebrimbor paused on the threshold of the hall, but did not speak.

Celebrimbor was not sure how to explain, especially succinctly enough to avoid waking the others; and they needed their rest, after the swift pursuit of the wolves and the terrible thing in the water and the long, long march in the dark.

He hesitated, searching for the words by which he might answer Frodo's unspoken question; but before he could craft them, Frodo nodded in silent understanding and offered him a nod and a thin, sad smile.

Celebrimbor blinked, and managed somehow to force himself to smile back, although he knew it did not reach his eyes; then he turned his back on the Ring-bearer and stepped out into the darkness of the empty, echoing Mines.

It was so strange, to walk through Khazad-dûm in the dark. All the many times that Celebrimbor had come here before, the great underground caverns had been lit by clever mirrors that channeled sun- and moonlight down into the depths of the mountains; by great lamps of glass and crystal that hung from the tall stone ceilings and cast light of soft and marvelous color across the pale grey stones until one felt as though one walked within a geode or a rainbow.

Celebrimbor was not used to seeing these great halls dark, but he did not lose his footing; did not lose his way. Even lightless, he knew these rooms of stone too well to trip or stray within them.

He knew them well, and so he mourned them.

He mourned each crack that marred the walls, each chasm that broke the floors, each empty room where once light and life and noise had been. He mourned each dwarf that had ever walked here, every craft they had ever forged or might have forged in lost days that never came.

He mourned his friends.

He mourned his lover.

He walked into the dark, alone, and his broken heart screamed into the hollow silence.

On the far side of the lightless hall a doorway stood open, its wood long gone to rot or scavengers. Celebrimbor stepped across the threshold and stopped, staring, at the sight before him. A single shard of mirror remained somewhere in the walls above, tilting a sliver of cold moonlight out upon the floor, and by its feeble glow Celebrimbor could see the empty workshop that had once rung with laughter and with hammers and with song.

He moved forward as though in a dream, his feet carving a shallow path through the dust that carpeted the smooth stone floor but making no sound; he moved like a shadow, like the ghost of one already dead, and he left nothing but sorrow in his wake.

He had been dead for so long, now; dead, while all he loved was dying for his sins and for his folly and his love.

He had loved Ost-in-Edhil, and he had invited its murderer to come within its walls; had welcomed the Enemy to make himself a home there, in their city and in their hearts. He had loved Khazad-dûm, and he had not been here to help guard the Doors he had helped craft; the Doors that had not been enough to keep it safe. He had loved his smith-craft, and had allowed his pride and grief and folly to turn that skill to darkness and to evil; had forged things of beautiful destruction with his own two hands, like his grandfather before him.

He had loved Narvi, and been able to do nothing but watch and weep as mortality stole that one true and good bright love from him; he had loved Narvi, and yet his love had turned to grief so bitter that it could only be classed as a betrayal.

He had loved Annatar, and in so doing he had doomed them all.

Celebrimbor sank to his knees before the worn stone workbench where he had once annealed starlight into silver; where Narvi had once forged moon-silver into magic. He pressed his hands against the stone, feeling the chips and pockmarks left behind by all their tools; but he could not feel the warmth they had once conjured there. The forges here had long gone cold; and Narvi was longer dead.

Narvi was so long dead.

And Celebrimbor was, once again, alone.

He folded down low upon the floor and pressed his face into his hands and he wept and wept until his voice gave out, and still he was alone. The pale sliver of reflected moonlight swam before his eyes like a band of bright ithildin, but there was no one here to forge the metal; and no words that could ever do justice to the weight of grief upon his heart regardless. It mattered not what he might say: Narvi was dead, and could not hear him.

Narvi was dead, lost to whatever dreams Mahal kept for his dwarves; lost to Celebrimbor now and to the breaking of the world. Narvi was gone, and a sliver of Sauron's soul called to Celebrimbor now softly from within that terrible band of gold that Frodo bore. Narvi was gone, and Sauron was here, and Celebrimbor was alone with no comfort but the cold and careless eye of a distant moon. Tilion did not look down on him in mercy; Tilion did not look down on him at all. He was alone.

There was only the darkness of once-bright Khazad-dûm, and the aching sorrow of Celebrimbor's shattered heart as he wept into his empty, shaking hands.

"Celebrimbor?"

The voice was soft, little more than a whisper; for a moment, it sounded like Annatar, and Celebrimbor froze, his tears choking-off wetly in his throat. His tattered soul twisted, cold and sharp against his bones. His spirit reached out, yearning still for the remembered comfort so often offered that lovely voice; it recoiled, fearful and burning with hate, from the memory of its own destruction at the speaker's hands.

"Celebrimbor, are you there? Are you all right?"

Celebrimbor drew a shuddering breath and lowered his hands. It was not Annatar—Sauron—who spoke now, he realized; was not the architect of his destruction, but rather Frodo, the small Hobbit who had all the bravery that Celebrimbor lacked and who had volunteered to carry the Ring that Celebrimbor could not dare to touch. The Ring that had destroyed him, once; that Ring that now he must destroy.

"I am here, Frodo," he made himself say. His voice cracked on the words, brittle as overheated steel or ill-carved stone. He swallowed another sob and wiped at his streaming eyes.

Frodo padded forward across the dark room on his quiet, furry feet. Celebrimbor watched the small figure of the Hobbit cross the sliver of moonlight and settle to the floor in the shadows before him. He looked up at Celebrimbor, his little face drawn tight with worry and compassion.

"Are you all right?" Frodo asked again.

Celebrimbor opened his mouth to reassure the Ring-bearer, but what came out instead was: "No."

Frodo smiled at him. There was no joy in that smile, but a great deal of kindness. "I didn't think so," he said simply. "Would you like to tell me about it?"

"No," Celebrimbor said again.

Frodo's smile did not waver. "I didn't think so," he said again. "That's all right. Can I sit with you anyway, for a while?"

No, Celebrimbor meant to say for a third time, but instead: "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, Frodo, thank you. I would like that."

Frodo nodded, and reached out wordlessly to take his tear-damp hand, and Celebrimbor let him.

They sat there together, the Ring-bearer and the Ring-maker, in the black darkness of Khazad-dûm and watched in silence as the faint sliver of moonlight moved across the floor.

In the back of both their minds, the Ring was laughing.

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