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I think one of the great tragedies of my life is that despite every absolutely annoying choice and especially annoying CHANGES they've made to my girls (and gorilla) I cannot stop loving them. I see a cute skin, I squeal. I love them. This whole franchise hates me. Why this. Is this what it feels like to be into video games? Send help.
#Lena will always be the hyperactive impulsive blue collar eastender she was originally#to me#that's who i fell in love with and yall can eat me#also fareeha stayed mad forever thank you and goodnight HER MOTHER PRETENDED TO BE DEAD FOR SEVEN YEARS#inspired by seeing a newer skin of Lena's#sailor moon utterly lacks enough new content to harm me which is not a criticism
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Replies are going slow, so like this for a muse in your askbox & i’ll send randomness or a meme. Reply if ya wanna specific muse or ya want me to focus on a specific muse of yours (if you’re a mult), otherwise I’ll pick randomly.
#ooc#inbox call#bobby's the strongest rn followed by somnus & Ryouta#iconing a bit#it always throws me when i icon marvel's voices i get distracted#trying to figure out if they pulling from carebears or sailor moon for inspiration#for bobby
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Something I'm still very undecided about is the name of the indie band of my three young sharks from a retro universe. It's such a simple thing, but it's perplexing me, perhaps because I want something very specific. In this case, a marine element + a cosmic element. 🦈✨
I wish you could all help me with this creative insight! At the moment I have these ideas, do you like them, do any of them sound cool?
🎵 Dreaming Sharks, Dream Divers, Dream Shiver, Astral Dreamers.
These names would be more ideas for songs they would make:
🎶 Pastel Summer, Reef Dreams, Stranded Song, Wreck Echoes, Ocean Wish, Astral Sailors, Stargazing Sharks, Sharks also Dream, Whispering Waves, Emotional Frenzy, The Rainbow After the Storm.
What I do know is that their essence is about chasing dreams with a cosmic touch, magical ocean and optimism. I created these three characters inspired by the triple idea of the tarot: Sun, Moon and Star.
☀️ Sun as ruler of Tiago/Tyson the tiger shark, someone warm, who inspires courage and determination.
🌙 Moon as ruler of Roberto/Rocky the great hammerhead shark, someone mysterious, who inspires feeling and empathy.
⭐ And the Star as ruler of Arielle/Aria the zebra shark, someone dreamy, who inspires imagination and faith.
If you'd like to know a bit more about the three of them, you can read about them here.
Someone once told me that imagining a scene with my characters could help me understand the essence that could lead me to the ideal band name. So I remembered what I had imagined:
"Previously, it was just Roberto and Tiago, but they were looking for a voice for their songs. One starry night on the beach, Roberto witnessed a strange shooting star that didn't reflect his image in the sea. Despite this, he was inspired to make a wish.
The event reminded him of his van, which he affectionately calls "Starfall". After going for a drive with Tiago, a synchronicity event led them to Arielle, whom they found singing alone at a local karaoke bar. Since then, Roberto likes to call her "Lucky Star", the one who inspires them to hope in the face of adversity.
And one day, when Roberto and Tiago were undecided about how to name the band, Arie surprised them with an ideal name idea!"
The problem is that I don't know what idea Arie had! haha
Sorry for writing so much, I've always had a hard time summarizing things…
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Sun and Moon 🌙
Lucifer x bunny!sinner!reader
No one dares to harm his little bunny
When I pre-read the chapter I accidentally read Sailor Moon instead of "Sun and Moon." Got me confused for a second💀
Soft Lucifer, Violence
You didn’t know how lucky you got when you started to date Lucifer.
His outgoing nature was so attractive to you. He was a complete contrast to your personality. He is an extrovert, and you are a complete introvert.
He liked meeting new people while you enjoy staying in his garden. He planted your favorite plants in this garden.
You cured his depression with every smile you gifted him. Sometimes Lucifer even spends time with you in the garden. Either on a picnic date or doing gardening.
Even though Lucifer could easily get gardeners to do that job, he couldn't resist how much fun you actually had. When a new flower started to grow you pulled him towards the little sprout.
You're so cute and innocent. How did you even get into hell?
You two loved the peace when you’re alone, no words need to be spoken. Just you two under the red galaxy in pentagram city.
In the winter Lucifer holds you close to his body as his wings cover the areas his body can’t hold.
Lucifer was madly in love with you.
How soft you spoken and how shy you were in other presence. Meanwhile in his presence you were hyperactive.
You showed him all kinds of things you drew and painted for him. Lucifer was so proud of you.
Ever since he found you in some bush, completely hurt and bruises scattered all over your body.
Your little bunny ears dropped in fear when you saw Lucifer approaching you. Your little tail twitched when you saw the juicy red apple in his hand.
You wanted to run off, but the apple smelled so divine and good.
You quickly snatched the Apple out of his hand and ate it in silent, your eyes never left his figure. The juice of the apple is melting on your tastebuds, and you sigh in pleasure.
This Apple taste amazing.
Lucifer chuckled at your antics. A blush creeped on your cheek and your ears covered your face.
How embarrassing the moment was for you, for Lucifer it was the cutest thing alife.
You sat down on his couch and hissed when the alcohol pad touched your open cuts. “Why were you in the bush anyways?” Lucifer giggled at the flashbacks how you sat there in the mud.
“There were some shark guys. They didn’t stop following me and I was so scared… I don’t even know where I am nor why I’m here.” Your ears sunk a bit and Lucifer regrets bringing such a sensitive topic up.
You've changed so much and grown fond of him. And that’s where everything begins.
Lucifer started to make a little bunny that looked just like you. A quick reminder of his cute little bunny girlfriend that awaits him after work.
He lets you stay in his estate to protect you at every cost. You were too adorable to not care about you.
He just loved how your tail wagged when he showed you some of his newer ducks that were inspired by your art.
The walls in his empty and cold mansion started to fill with your paintings. The old pictures of him and Lilith were slowly replaced by your art.
But one day changed everything about your relationship.
Your blood dripped down on the cold surface. The laughs from the shark guys were terrifying. You were scared out of your mind.
Your phone dropped in front of you, Lucifer contacts are complete on display. “Call your little lover boy.” You shook your head desperately. 'No.'
Lucifer was always helping you out no matter what. You don’t want to be a burden for him, but you found yourself always in trouble. You wanted to cry and disappear.
Meanwhile in the Morningstar estate Lucifer was going crazy.
He was having a phenomenal day with his daughter and when he came back.
You were gone.
All that was left was a fur ball of your h/c hair and a little note. The note burned down in his palm as he read through it.
The sharks kidnapped his precious little bunny. His wings sprung free and glides through the air like a knife through butter.
He couldn’t keep himself from punching into the shark men till they were a puddle of bloody meat.
He threw your numb body over his shoulder and flew outside, leaving the burning building behind him.
After that event your social anxiety only grew. Lucifer encouraged you to be more social, but it cost more pain than relief.
So instead he gifted you a high quality camera for a new hobby you wanted to explore a long time ago.
Photography.
How couldn't he give in when you looked so excited talking about stuff you wanted.
He left the whole pentagram knowing that no one would lay a finger on them.
No one dares to touch his precious bunny.
A/n: I couldn't help myself not to share this.
💫
@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger @concentratedconcrete
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no moment of silence
synopsis ; talking and reminiscing with satoru!
inspired by:
"i always have such a need to merely talk to you. even when i have nothing to talk about, with you i just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it."
- virgina woolf
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notes: au! where no one dies and geto stays, gojo being a silly chatterbox, flashback to when you first met, meet ugly sorta, new girl reference!
wordcount: 1.3k words
"so!" satoru breaks the silence.
the silence that had lasted for about 15 seconds.
his head lays in your lap and one of your hands is tangled in his soft white locks.
it had honestly made you a bit furious when you first moved in with him and realized all he used was some basic shampoo and his hair was apparently just naturally blessed by the gods to always look perfect and feel soft and silky to the touch.
although that's hardly surprising. every part of him seemed to be blessed by some deity.
you gently scratched at his scalp. today had been a long day for both of you.
you two had been sent on a mission that seemed to last for hours, leaving you physically and him mentally exhausted by the end.
on evenings like this, it often dawned on you how unfair all of this truly was.
you two were just now entering your twenties and instead of enjoying your youth, you had to risk your lives in a fight against grotesque-looking curses on the daily.
before you can spiral down this disheartening path any further like you usually did, satoru's voice interrupts your thought process.
"do you think i should grow out my hair like suguru?"
you glance down at him with a bewildered expression. then you paused to think. obviously, he would look good but-
"you really think sugurus gonna let you do that?" you grin.
he crosses his arms, "he doesn't own that hairstyle! anyone can have long hair." a soft chuckle escapes your lips. "you'd look good. but i doubt you are actually planning on doing that. plus i like your hair the way it is now."
being with satoru made everything feel so easy. he was easy to talk to, he made it easy to forget about the cruelty of this world, and he was so so easy to love. just the mere sound of his voice rambling about the latest odd thought he'd had, flushed away all of your worries at a moment's notice.
of course, they'd always catch up, with both of you, but even in those moments when you would both be too choked up to voice your grievances, the gentle touches exchanged between you seemed to put everything into words.
"what if i got a buzzcut, would you still think i look good then?" he continued.
an awkward silence fell over the room.
"wow, is this how vain you are? is the foundation of our relationship just built on my good looks?" he dramatically placed his hand on his forehead and averted his gaze while sighing.
"you didn't even let me answer!" you protest a lighthearted smile etched onto your features.
"your silence is deafening." he glares.
"i would still think you look good. megumi definitely wouldn't though. so i'd advise against it." you brush a few rogue strands of hair from his face.
"pfft! i don't care what that brat thinks!" he huffs
"he made you cry the other day."
"i told you there was something in my eye!"
"yeah, tears."
"i hate both of you" he sits up and slumps his lanky body against you.
a comfortable silence falls over the room.
that's the thing with satoru, silences are always comfortable even though-
"i'm bored."
they never last very long.
"how is that even possible? it's been two seconds." you chuckle, nudging your head closer to him.
"be honest. do you think i would win against sailor moon?"
"no way." you immediately reply, with a quick shake of your head.
"woooowww, you could've at least hesitated." he scoffs and clutches his chest in a dramatic fashion.
"sorry but she'd beat your ass." you shrug, and he starts pouting.
"i'm the strongest!"
"not as strong as sailor moon! you're just jealous you can't have a magical girl transformation."
"i don't need a magical transformation i always look magical and beautiful!" he pokes your cheek.
"i don't know, i think you'd look more magical fighting in a sparkling skirt." you grin down at him.
"ooh naughty" he says in an overly sultry tone while winking at you
"not like that!" you flick his forehead. (well, maybe just a little like that..)
"anyways she'd win, sorry." you change the topic. he lets out an offended gasp and turns his head in your lap so he is not facing you anymore. "you're always so mean to me, i'm never marrying you." he groans. "aw you wanna marry meee" you reply in a singsong tone. "not anymore" he replies.
you chuckle before saying "you remember what you said to me when we first met?" he turns back around his blue eyes lighting up with surprise then annoyance. "yeah of course i remember, shoko and suguru made me put like 3,000 yen in the jar for that one" he groans at the memory. you smile fondly.
jujutsu tech, common area
(2006, 9:34 pm)
it was your first day in tokyo and your first day at jujutsu tech. you had transferred from kyoto to be closer to your relatives who were sorcerers unlike your immediate family in kyoto. "it'll be good for you to be surrounded by family who have the same abilities as you! they can teach you more about the day to day life as a sorcerer." your mother had said. you didn't want to leave kyoto or your parents but she was right. and often times you were quite honestly frightened that just your mere presence might bring curses to your parents' doorstep. you wanted to protect them. so they wouldn't have to be involved in this world at all.
earlier today you met your new classmates. 2 guys one girl. they seemed polite and pleasant save for one overly confident (and flirtatious) white-haired guy. though he was the only one you'd heard about before. obviously. everyone in the jujutsu world knew gojo satoru. his confidence wasn't exactly misplaced you'll give him that much but that didn't make him any less annoying in your eyes.
besides him, the first day at jujutsu tech had went well. shoko and suguru seemed like nice people and you hoped they would consider you their friend soon like you already considered them yours. you could get attached quite quickly.
currently, you were spending time with them (and gojo) in the common room.
you were chatting with shoko about an arcade that was apparently nearby when suddenly gojo pulled out his wallet and slammed one 1000 yen bill on the table while smirking at you.
suguru glared at him "oh god, you're about to say something stupid, aren't you?"
before you could even process what was happening or why he suddenly put money on the table, he grabbed your hand, pulled you closer, and said,
"girl, i'm gonna marry you."
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("three thousand yen? i've never put that much in the douchebag jar!" satoru protested while you sat on the common room couch and giggled.
apparently, that jar of money that you had been curious about before was instituted because satoru kept saying and doing pretty douchey things, and suguru felt he and shoko should be financially compensated.
"dude, you just met her today! that was like the douchiest thing i've ever heard!" shoko argued. suguru nodded. "i was willing to let the pickup line you said earlier slide, but..that? unacceptable."
satoru pouted and dejectedly stuffed 3,000 yen into the already overflowing jar.
at that moment, for whatever reason, you decided that maybe he wasn't so bad, after all.)
you and satoru's shared apartment
(2009, 8:54pm)
"i think weirdly enough that was the first time i kind of started liking you."
he sits up in shock "what? THAT? can we make it a cuter moment please?"
"nope, no can do." you grin brightly. "you know..now that i think about it maybe we should bring that jar back.." "no! im better now. im a changed man."
you laugh, "the kids would get a kick out of it."
for a moment it's quiet and then.
"i wasn't kidding back then." satoru says in a suddenly serious tone.
"i know you weren't." you smile.
– i'll ask her again soon
– this time i'll say yes.
a/n: i hope you liked this! i kind of wish it was longer, but i also dont wanna add anything just for the sake of it! the new girl reference is one of my favorite moments in the show, actually! and it also seemed like something gojo would do LOL
#☆ — stars writings#gojo saturo#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru imagine#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#satoru gojo#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#fluff#jjk fluff#gojo fluff#fanfic#gojo fanfic#jjk fanfic
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Hot Topic is selling Ruby and Sapphire pendant necklaces!
. . . Unfortunately they're also calling them "best friend" necklaces.
(And the description even sort of indicates that they understand the context of Ruby and Sapphire's relationship while still saying it's a "bestie thing.")
Ruby and Sapphire are fused for life, just like you and your bestie! Inspired by characters from Steven Universe, this bestie necklace set has a silver-tone necklace with a Sapphire-shaped pendant and a ring engraved with Sapphire's name and a faux sapphire on it, as well as a gold-tone necklace with Ruby pendant and faux ruby ring.
Last time I complained about a description I got people sending me weird messages about OH MY GOD STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT A HATE CRIME and OK BUT THAT'S WHAT THIS KIND OF "ONE FOR YOU, ONE FOR SOMEONE ELSE" JEWELRY IS *CALLED*, IT'S *NOT* ACTUALLY AN ISSUE etc. And yeah. Sometimes even with straight characters you'll see them marketed this way (I found something similar with "Bestie Promise Rings" with designs of Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask.) But especially when it comes to same-sex relationships, I'm bothered seeing them presented as exclusively for you and your bestie. Like, if you don't know about the nature of the relationship or you just want plausible deniability because people above you are being jerks about Teh Ghey, you could always just write "give it to the one who's Ruby to your Sapphire!" or something, c'mon.
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It's crazy how popular Naruto is. Like damn, every comment section of every video/reel has someone with a Naruto user name. And Naruto gifs in the comment section hahaha. If it's a dog with its owner video, Kiba gifs. If it's a snake video, Orochimaru gifs. All garbage videos have Sakura gifs. Every single crow video I have checked out, and I love crows so I have seen a lot, has Itachi dissolving into crows and disappearing gif lol. All the running videos have the Naruto run gif. If it's a video about someone getting yeeted, Pain sending Hinata flying gifs. If it's a fox video, Kurama gifs. All shark videos have Kisame gifs. All emo type videos/songs/fashion videos have either Sasuke or Pain gifs in their comment sections. All ramen videos have Naruto slurping ramen gifs. All wholesome teacher student videos have Naruto and Jiraiya gifs in their comment sections, and people upvote them with the intensity of me slathering butter on my toast. It's PERSONAL.
I am sure I am missing a lot. But over the years, I have seen Naruto to be more popular than any other anime. How could it be more evident? You will find Naruto fans posting Naruto shit in videos that seemingly have nothing to do with any of it but they will find a connection AND get upvoted lol. Like yes, I see One piece characters, I see Dragonball a lot because it's naturally so meme worthy lol, I see Pokemon, Gintama, Sailor Moon, but Naruto surpasses everyone in terms of visibility. It surpasses every class, religion, region, caste, and demographics.
I nerd out freely on a lot of subjects online which covers a lot of ground, and I can tell you Naruto fans are all invasive, they spread faster than mould in the rainy season. I am now beginning to see JJK fans but they are mostly in comment sections of thirst trap type videos, not very widely traveled. Hehehe. And one can see why, Gege has facilitated it with such aplomb after all. But it just doesn't compare to Naruto in terms of visibility of fans.
Naruto fans would post the dumbest shit with so much confidence, it's adorable. No it really is, it shows their conviction in Naruto. This is what it inspires. Unflinching, iron clad loyalty even in the face of ridicule and potential discrimination. Hahaha. This show has something for everyone. You can relate deeply with one or the other character, you root for them and you cry for them. You rage and you laugh and sometimes you get so annoyed , you throw your slipper at the tv screen. You go absolutely insane and willingly remain insane with pride in your face. Like the hot red glowing passion. I would do a lot of things before starting an argument with an Itachi fanboy on Insta.
I could always pivot this whole thing to bring it back to my punchline - Do you still think something like this be accidental?
But this post isn't about that. It's really about appreciating what Kishi has given us. Again, as an adjunct I can also lament about how its legacy is being superlatively clusterfucked by Boruto, especially after its recent developments (the fuck was that about Himawari radiating Kurama's chakra, wtactualf??), but again, this post isn't about that.
Behold Naruto. It's not a show, it's a litmus test. If this show didn't fuck you up a little bit, it's because you have had it easy. There's a reason why there are so many Naruto fans in the world and why they don't give a fuck anymore.
Cue Evil Laughter.
#this post might seem a little hyperbolic and maybe it is#but its not that far from the truth#naruto#naruto fandom#kishimoto#i love you kishimoto even though i have enough reason to hate you as well#you know what you did...
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Forgive me for spamming your inbox i just have a lot to say for some reason </3
This is just a little thing thats been on my mind ever since my sailor moon phase xame back :,) character and reader with a tuxedo mask and sailor moon type of relationship urgrggrh
Pretty much smart responsible mature guy with sensitive klutz reader :( god i'd do anything to have this irl help i love this dynamic sm
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I like spam, don't worry :p I LOVE THE SAILOR MOON AESTHETIC!! It's inspired my art alot and I still have yet to fully finish the series! Have you watched the whole thing, is it good 👀
─⊰⊹ฺ🎄𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⊹ฺ🎄
{༻~The ship has sailed~༺}
CW: Fluffy and sweet! Readers kinda klutzy but very sweet! Mentions of reader owning a cat!
(Includes: Thoma, and Zhongli, Childe!)
𑁍༄Thoma:
"Are you alright?"
You looked up at Thoma from your place on the floor, cupcake batter dripping down your face and cupcakes sprawled around you..."Yes but my cute cupcakes are having issues..." You sighed in defeat as he walked over to you, helping you off the ground and washing the batter off of you gently with a towel.
"We can make more, I'll help."
"But I wanted to make them for you..." You looked away with a light blush, wishing that you'd been a little more careful so he wouldn't have found out your true intentions.
He gave you a sweet smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek, "While I love the things you make me, I enjoy spending time with you more. Let's make the next batch together."
𑁍༄Zhongli:
You giggled at your cat as he laid belly up on the floor, dramatically acting exhausted after his long day of doing nothing, "Zhongli, do you ever wish you could curl up in a ball like a cat and sleep anywhere?" You turned to face the man sitting next to you, wondering how he could possibly be so engrossed with the rather long boring book he held in his hands...just the first sentence had given you a headache...
He looked up from the words on the written page and gave you a small smile, "No, I don't believe I have. Although they are sweet creatures and their ability to curl up and sleep anywhere seems appealing, I rest perfectly fine...as long as I am with you that is."
Your cheeks went warm, your heart skipping a beat as you hid your face in your hands...how had he turned such strange question into something so sweet..."That's not what I thought you were going to say."
"I suppose it was a bit more of a response than needed, but I do so much enjoy when your cheeks blush that way..."
"Eeee!"
𑁍༄Childe:
"Woah, what did you do..." Childe chuckled as he took in the scene in front of him, it seemed your sweater had begun to unravel unbeknownst to you and one of the loose threads had decided to latch itself on just about everything. Now you were standing in the middle of the room with a pastel spider web surrounding you and you couldn't possibly move unless you wished for everything to be pulled along with you.
Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment, this was just another one of those clumsy situations you always got yourself in...,"I swear I had nothing to do with this."
"Mhm, I completely believe you. Here let me help" He hurried to untangle everything, collecting the string in a nice bundle around his hand until he finally got all the way back to you, the source. "There we go, you're free."
"Thank you- woah!" You tripped forward, falling into his arms with a huff...at least he'd always be there to catch you.
ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*.✧
#genshin impact#genshin headcanons#genshin#genshin fanfic#genshin x reader#genshin x you#thoma fluff#thoma headcanons#thoma x you#thoma x reader#zhongli x you#zhongli fluff#zhongli x reader#zhongli headcanons#childe x reader#childe fluff#childe x you#childe headcanons
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･titled — “lady(bug) killer.”
9k words (shh i know i know), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst city, there’s fluff somewhere somehow i think, smut obviously; shanks is a bully and an ass but that’s why we love him, reader has no self-preservation (when has she ever lbr); feat. cute stuff like making out, alcohol, some smoking, oral (f receiving), biting, reader being shameless; shanks is mean when he’s jealous and reader is equally as ridiculous, also benn beckman, yasopp, and lucky roux make a tiny cameo. anyway this was 1000% self-indulgent, but idc.
this is for @strawhatsoraya, and even though it’s *calculates* 7? months late ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ lmaooo i finished bb, a labor of love for u because i’m absurd and u enable me. don’t blame me for nothin, i did what i could!!!
(if u see typos/grammatical errors no u didn’t.)
DELUSION X IS X INEVITABLE
the seas are not, and never have been, kind — nor are they patient. weakness is rarely tolerated, so to combat that, to give yourself some semblance of strength, you tell yourself stories in the hopes of extracting a bit of courage. there’s one in particular that you like to tell yourself when things get to be a little too much.
it’s about the impossible love between the sun and the moon — the two seemingly trapped in an endless cycle of cat and mouse, chasing one another across the skies for eternity.
golden-hued, dazzling, brilliant; a deity above all others with a kingdom as expansive as its reach — grand and all encompassing. the sun is a powerful, overwhelming force of nature, able to disrupt the earth as he sees fit, his heat infiltrating any crevice it can find with each new day. the stars serve as reluctant guides, leaving behind crumbs for the sun to follow. they’re much too quick, twinkle out of sight, and the moon is nowhere to be seen. she’s a shadow, a mirage, an entity that’s completely out of the sun’s reach no matter what he does.
the moon, in contrast, is serene when in rest, shimmering proudly in the dark sky — illuminating the seas for wayward sailors, dreams, and the like. calm, the epitome of grace, yet unyielding; forever dictating the tides as she sees fit. there’s a sharpness to her beauty; it’s cold and unapproachable — a single rare flower that blooms nightly in the sky, her spores a sweet poison that serves to ensnare unsuspecting stargazers, adding yet another devoted follower to her massive collection. a hopeless romantic deep down, admiring the blazing trail that the sun leaves behind. fear forces the moon to hesitate, never to embrace the sun’s brilliance and warmth.
despite being the biggest star hanging in the sky, the sun remains out of the moon’s reach; and despite priding herself on her uncanny ability to pluck the truth from anyone, she conveniently evades revealing her own dark truths.
the ocean is a reluctant playground, her mirror of truth; if the moon looks hard enough, she can see the golden light from the sun touching the water. if she hangs back, then maybe she might be able to grab onto some of that warmth. she’s always so cold. it’s evident in how she approaches life. her rage is frigid, hidden, forbidden from ever coming out; a stated beauty from afar, breathtaking and life changing up close.
everyone is too afraid to approach her; no one wants to risk her wrath — except the sun.
where the sun chases away his own shadows, the moon welcomes them. there’s poetry in the dance they do; a ballet in several parts — steps light and well-rehearsed, as the stars play a sweet, melancholic melody. it’s indescribable; a work of art fit to inspire the masses.
ascending along the expansive sky, the sun begins his rhythmic march, reveling in the sparkling remnants of light that moon has left behind. it’s always been said that the sun lusts after the moon, but it’s not quite as simple as that. the moon leads the dance — measured, practiced, perfect; while the sun clumsily follows along, sure-footed, and honest. a never-ending cycle of what ifs and maybes; a love affair that is in a deadly, hypnotic loop.
yours is a story about love, about life, and about losing bits of yourself in someone else.
shanks has always been fond of the sun, of its power, its size, and its impact on life; he’s always reached his arms out every morning, soaking up as much of the warmth and heat as he can, forever rejuvenated by its light. you have always favored the moon — its eerie silence, the way life seems to hold its breath for it, how you can gaze at it without consequence.
both of you are fueled by the whims of their love — the former a frenetic storm, hounding islands and ships, dangerous when provoked; the latter a frozen lake, one step and the ice cracks on the shallow surface, pulling bright-eyed victims deep under, freezing them from head to toe.
in stories of antiquity, the two never truly meet, but somehow in this story, you and shanks experience what may be considered the most difficult sort of love to bear. potentially ill-fated and destined to fail, you delude yourself into thinking that you can have the entirety of his heart and not suffer any consequences. there’s no greater love than the one you desperately want to attain and can’t; it’s an addicting cycle that neither of you want to break.
PASSION X NOT X PAIN
from your father you learn obstinance; it’s carefully woven into your daily routines, each stitch tighter than the last, the thread unbelievably strong even as it’s pulled taut underneath your skin. by the time it reaches your bones, you’re already well into adulthood, fragility and naivety carelessly discarded, the remains intentionally desiccated, crumbling underneath your feet as you navigate through life. a never-ending labyrinth of torment and desire, a hunger for the unknown gnawing continuously in the pit of your stomach.
from your mother you learn humility; a tradition, she tells you, but adds as an afterthought: an eternal obligation. it sits on your shoulders, weighing you down, making you question every decision and thought. you never say what you truly mean, never ask for the things you want; resentment lines the crevices of your teeth, dictating your tone and choice of words. your tongue a maestro, pushing out each phrase with purpose; every word pinpricks your skin — a dull, cumbersome pain chipping away at your sanity.
you become obsessed with spontaneity, rejecting routines, and deviating from the norm. they can never keep you indoors long enough; you’re usually climbing something, running somewhere — enticed by the possibility of adventure. you leave your hometown to travel across the grand line, staying on various islands for months at a time — to learn about regional dishes and cultivate your skills.
your heart, unfortunately, has always been a flighty thing — falling in and out of love, leading you down a treacherous path, one that leaves a deep scar you can’t seem to heal no matter what you do. still, you fortify yourself any way you can; it’s not permanent, but it does the job somewhat effectively.
like clockwork, you find yourself in the middle of a busy street, perusing the market. you look over a round, shiny apple before buying a few to take home. unbeknownst to you, your day will quickly derail, bringing about impossibly rash decisions on your part.
as usual, it takes forever to dock the ship; he doesn’t even bother yelling t the new recruits, because he’s trying to ignore the hangover that’s kicking his ass right now. yasopp is cackling off to his right, tears flowing freely as he recants drunken tales from last night. he’d love to join his friend in all that revelry, but there’s a pounding in his head that won’t quite go away.
shanks downs another cool glass of water before loudly announcing that they need to find provisions before heading to their next destination.
the island isn’t hard to navigate, so they wander until they reach the lively town. it’s when you’re fussing with a vendor over the outrageous price for a small bottle of seasoning, that shanks notices you for the first time. as someone who takes pride in swallowing a great deal of pain without complaint, he’s finding it very difficult to not rub his chest — to somehow calm down that foolish heart of his.
it’s doing things it’s never done before; beating much too loudly, making his thoughts scatter around — it’s bothersome and he doubts he has time to deal with it. he almost voices that very sentiment out loud, but is distracted by your smile, which makes him take another step forward. then you’re laughing, another ordeal for him to suffer through — your voice melodic and hypnotizing.
shanks rubs his eyes repeatedly, blinking away any residual fatigue; surely it’s the fault of the bourbon they drank, because he must be dreaming. it wouldn’t be the first time he’s mistaken a dream for reality, although this strangely feels real to him. he’s not sure if it’s the shape of your jaw, or the roundness of your cheeks, but there’s something wholly familiar about you. he frowns at that, brings his hand to his chest to rub the ache away. it’s beckman who catches up with him first, dark eyes landing on shanks for a moment before following his line of sight.
throat dry, head a little fuzzy, shanks asks, “do you see her?”
the question is absurd, but he has to know; and even though it takes a moment, beckman finally answers him. “yes,” he says, voice low but certain, “she’s real, captain.”
he has no need to shop for vegetables, but winds up at the same stall as you. if he wasn’t so damn obvious, you probably wouldn’t have said anything — except, he’s crowding your space a little too much; but when you turn to tell him off, you hesitate. there’s no reason for him to be that tall, no reason for his ruggedness to add to his overall attractiveness — enough to incite irritation, that makes your face burn and siphons all your logic. his voice is doubly offensive — deep, husky, and gravelly, touching parts of you that you don’t want to think about.
what starts as a friendly conversation — of him asking about local cuisine, of you giving him recommendations on dishes to try — somehow morphs into shanks teasing you as if he’s known you for much longer than ten minutes. you’re not normally this social, preferring to keep to your own so that you won’t be bothered by people in general. the townspeople are more than friendly, and a little too overwhelming to be around; yet you don’t mind talking to him and find that it’s nearly impossible to pull yourself away.
fear — of vulnerability and intimacy — threads itself around your fingers, makes your hands shake as you hold onto your bags.
eventually, you give in and grace him with your name. he says it a few times, mostly to himself and you dislike the way you stand there, listening to him — caught in a thick net, completely unaware that the fortress you���ve built over the years has completely fallen apart. a terrifying feat, you think; one that makes you want to run until your legs give out. intrigued by your stubbornness and insatiable curiosity, shanks decides to stay on the island a little longer. his crew doesn’t mind, they like the break. yasopp tries to pry for more information, but shanks simply says he wants to relax for a bit.
it doesn’t take long for them to chisel away at your reluctance, a friendship that buds and transforms quickly. against your better judgment, you grow fond of them — with their rowdiness and frank manner of speech, with their crude jokes and ability to turn any gathering into a large party. adventurers and treasure fiends, a group with monstrous strength, not the sort of people your parents would’ve expected you to hang around.
and maybe that’s why you hardly resist their charm — or, his charm, you should say. because that’s what it really is, much to your disapproval.
you offer to cook for them one night, and after the first bite shanks asks you to join his crew. your initial refusal is met with a frown on his part; he insists that you join them — one can never have too many chefs on board, and lucky roux has already taken a liking to you. still, you refuse; and when shanks asks you the following morning, you refuse again.
there’s no real reason why you keep saying no. it’s mostly because you like seeing how frustrated he gets, where he huffs about it all damn day, claiming you’ve broken his heart for the fiftieth time that week. the best part is how his crew mates make fun of him for being rejected by you again.
he takes it all in stride, though — laughing along with everyone else, ordering another round of drinks. as wary as the townspeople were by shanks’ presence initially, they’ve come to appreciate his generous patronage. it’s not often that pirates settle in a specific area for longer than a few days, but shanks is determined not to leave without you. he’s not exactly sure why he feels compelled to take you along, and while a few of his crew mates have some sound theories as to why that is, he ignores them completely.
it's beckman who manages to convince you after eating a third lemon square; he’s impressed by your talent for creating delicate and delicious pastries, even more so by the fact that shanks to enjoy eating them more than he should.
“he doesn’t really care for sweets,” beckman says carefully, sipping his tea slowly, enjoying the warmth wafting from the hot drink.
you know better than to ask, but the question rolls off your tongue anyway. “who doesn’t?” you feign ignorance, fuss with a stray curl, tugging and playing with it while he eyes you critically.
the vice-captain reminds you that you can only travel so far along the grand line alone; and he’s right, you came to terms with that a while ago. it’s an opportunity for adventure, and a chance to hone your skills.
“fine,” you say, while crossing your arms, leaning forward on your chair. “how much?” not that you really care about the money, but they’re pirates — notorious ones, at that — you won’t risk your life sailing with them if the reward isn’t worth it.
a small smile works its way onto his lips as he motions for you to scoot closer. you oblige without hesitation but end up hopping out of your seat when he whispers the amount in your ear.
“that’s a lot of fucking money.” you almost don’t believe it, but beckman isn’t the childish sort, nor does he lie for the sake of lying. you swallow hard and don’t bother acting coy. “when do we leave?” it’s not exactly the sort of job you’d place on a resume, but you can’t say you aren’t excited to traverse across the ocean.
shanks offers more gold than necessary, but you’re not one to complain, nor do you care about bleeding a pirate dry of his stolen treasure. he decides to spend one final night on the island, so naturally his crew throws a large feast in celebration. you doubt you’ll ever get tired of their impromptu parties, or the raucous way they laugh and sing, voices carrying out into the sleepy streets. the energy is addictive and hard to escape; you soak it all up, allow it to loosen your bones. you laugh and drink with the others but keep your distance from a certain red-haired captain. you’re not sure how to be around him, especially now that you’ve accepted his invitation after fighting him for so long about it.
it’s completely by chance that you spot shanks near the bonfire; you think you’re being subtle when you watch him from afar, admiring the way his throat bobs when he tilts his head back to down a full glass of liquor. the fire emits a deep glow, one that extracts a memory from the back of your mind — oranges and yellows draping over him, an enigma that will always remain out of your reach no matter how hard you try.
the truth of it sits on your tongue — raw and distressing — so you down a shot of whiskey and maneuver through the crowd of people to find a place to sit and rest.
yassop and lucky roux tease shanks mercilessly throughout the day, so much that he ends up smoking more than he means to. a light haze clouds his rationality, and he mumbles under his breath, which only makes them laugh louder, pointing out his plight for all to hear. no matter how much he denies it, or how much he tells them that they’re full of shit, the story remains the same: boss has fallen in love. it’s annoying, to say the least. just because he feels calmer whenever you’re around, and just because his heart continues to beat louder — heavy, relentless, and unsettling — doesn’t mean that he’s fallen in love with you.
if anything, it means he needs to get off this damn island quickly. “it’s probably something in the water,” he tells himself. no need to stay long enough to carry it with him elsewhere.
a few hours later, nearly everyone is passed out, either from drinking or eating or both — and shanks, unfortunately, can’t seem to sleep. neither can you. he finds you walking alone on the beach, sandals in hand, humming something soft and familiar. before he can even make his presence known, you look over at him and a smile tugs on your lips. you’re not sure what compels you, but the sight of him standing there, watching you like you’re some sight to behold — and if anyone asked him at that exact moment, he would say that yes, you are — invites a small warmth to circle around your chest. an irresistible flame that grows hotter the closer he gets.
OBSESSED X & X IRRITABLE
what starts as subtle flirting rife with teasing jokes and lingering touches, turns into something frighteningly intense. shanks routinely teases you in front of everyone, and while you’re embarrassed by it sometimes, you actually like it. there’s a push and pull, where you also have him backed into a corner that he can’t escape from with his sanity intact.
shanks starts being more bold when he touches you, kissing you randomly in hallways when no one’s looking, his hand roaming down to your ass and squeezing it playfully. the rush makes everything worth it; he likes the way you push him away, and you like the way he chases you. if he knew that you’d fallen in love some time ago, he’d never let you live it down. his touches make your skin hot and your head fuzzy, leaving you light-headed and wanting for more. after a few months, though, he’s still given you no indication on whether this is a casual thing or something more.
you’re too afraid to ask at this point, always losing your nerve when he sweet talks you late at night. you swallow back your questions, but they pile up eventually, until you can’t take it anymore. after that stunt he pulled in that pub, he drunkenly tells yasopp to make up a shirt for you that says “angry when wet” on the front. your face burns, both in anger and in embarrassment when you receive the gift, and shanks laughs loudly when you throw the shirt at his face. he confesses that he forgot he even asked for yasopp to do that, which only makes him laugh harder.
in a fit of fury, you tell shanks that you refuse to have sex with him and that he has to keep his hands to himself. for a month, at least. he figures you’re all talk and only agrees to it because you’re so determined and cute when you’re angry like that. when the others find out about the ban, they ridicule their captain mercilessly. he tries to act unaffected, but something about the way you insist on seeing this ban through rubs him the wrong way.
it’s been twenty-two — no, twenty-three — days, and you’re barely keeping it together. shanks thinks it’s hilarious that you believe he’ll cave before you do; and you’re determined to make him suffer. now granted, you are to blame for the predicament you found yourself in just a month prior — even now, you still suffer from that embarrassment — when shanks fucked you in the back of that dingy pub.
they’ve all taken to calling you ladybug — bug, for short; something shanks thought up in the moment, spurned by yasopp’s laughter at the matter. and despite fighting against it initially, the nickname grows on you. shanks appears every bit as unaffected as he always does, still flirting with you whenever he can, but respecting your wishes all the same. regardless of that, he still finds ways to get under your skin. it’s your hope that holding out will make shanks realize that he wants you in a deeper way than just physical intimacy.
you should just let him go and move on, but you can’t. he always pulls you back, always finds a way to make you smile — the warmth from his presence is enough to burn you alive most days — and you find yourself wrapped up in him without realizing. incidentally, shanks also can’t let you go, and never intends to anyway. he’s a selfish creature by nature, not cognizant enough to recognize his own role in that.
on a sleepy morning, you take your time and carefully bake pastries for the crew. last night you promised them something tasty and sweet — your specialty, really — and they’ve given you room to work without interruption. as a chef for the red-hair pirates, you take pride in your work; in feeding the crew, in ensuring that they eat well-balanced meals that give them strength and energy. shanks has always been in awe of your talent — your hands are delicate and exact, skilled laborers that make brilliant works of art whenever you’re in the kitchen.
you’re humming a nameless tune to yourself, cutting up strawberries neatly, as another person silently invades your small sanctuary. while you wash your hands in the sink, shanks approaches you and a sudden awareness makes you freeze. his body barely touches yours, but he reaches over you to crab a cup out of the cabinet above your head. given the difference in your height, it always seems like he’s crowding you without trying. although in this instance, he’s intentionally doing so.
a groan rolls out of your mouth, frustration eating away at the remainder of your patience. you’ve been giving him short answers lately, barely looking at him — although, that isn’t exactly true; you’ve stolen more glances than you can count over the past month — so whenever he can, he finds ways to tease you mercilessly.
“oops,” his hand lowers so he can rinse out the cup, “didn’t mean to interrupt you, doll.”
teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you count to ten, breathe out of your nose and smile tightly. “uh huh,” his body is still much too close for your liking, “just make it fast.”
a sly grin, one that you can’t see, drifts onto his lips. “you know i can never turn down a quick fuck.”
you slap his hand, make him drop the cup into the sink, and spin around to face him. your face burns painfully, the flush a permanent fixture now that he’s moved on from light teasing, to full out being insufferable around you. “shanks, enough.” you shove his chest, much to his amusement, his eyes gleaming with mischief, but you can’t exactly look at him properly, can you? and when you manage to get over a bit of your embarrassment, manage to look up at him through your thick, dark lashes, you struck by his stupidly handsome face. despite his rugged exterior, you know there’s a gentleness that periodically comes out when the two of you are together.
an unexpected ache plagues your chest and you ignore it; but you miss touching his scars, miss kissing him and being kissed by him. he already smells like smoke and bourbon, a scent that you’ve come to covet over the past few weeks.
belatedly, shanks realizes that he miscalculated; your beauty still takes his breath away, especially when you’re this close to him. his eyes drift along your soft, round features, linger on your plump lips — where he’s suddenly overcome with the desire to trace your cupid’s bow with his fingers — and stare a little too hard at your neck that’s been blemish free for a while. a shame, really, as he likes when your neck shows proof of his affection for you. if he’s not careful, he’ll get sucked back into your orbit; as always, your brown eyes — intense, unyielding, a fusion of dulce de leche and tree bark — keep him rooted in place. your dark, curly hair continues to remind him of a storm that he desperately wants to navigate alone.
caught in a daze, he almost forgets that you’re mad at him, until you roll your eyes and push past him. he watches you languidly, completely smitten with you all over again, eyes transfixed on your retreating form — round ass and thick, curvy hips captivating him entirely.
you stomp away and leave the pastries to their own devices, reeling over the fact that shanks had the audacity to say that to you. but as you keep walking, the brisk morning air whipping around you, you realize you’re not upset because he said it. you’re upset because he didn’t actually try to fuck you in the kitchen.
a shame, you know, but you can’t help the thought.
it’s becoming more and more apparent now that you might be the only one suffering from this ban. you decide you need a better plan, one that is strong enough to withstand shanks’ careless attitude, one that might just push him to the edge.
a childish impulse strikes you, and you opt to give him the silent treatment, which only further amuses him. he watches you lazily, grinning each time you turn your nose up and stomp past him. you make it so easy he doesn’t even have to try riling you up. you ignoring him isn’t much of a big deal — so he tells himself — but when he sees just how friendly the crew is with you, something sinister builds inside the pit of his abdomen and works its way up to his chest. when you head back to finish working in the kitchen, he tells his crew that he’s implementing a new rule.
“no one,” he says, after gathering everyone else, surveying his crew mates critically, eyes particularly landing on yasopp and benn beckman, “touches ladybug. understood?”
they all agree, although beckman, lucky roux, and yasopp pull him aside to ask what this new rule is all about. shanks being shanks, playfully waves them off and starts drinking instead. beckman exchanges wary glances with the others, but they don’t push the issue. every time you try to get closer to someone — whether it’s a crew mate, or an overly friendly resident of a sea faring town — he finds a way to sabotage, laughing as you eye him angrily, hands balled into small fists, which only makes him laugh more.
THREE’S X A X CROWD
part of your duties is to accompany the crew as they go into town to scope out any local fruits and vegetables that you want to try. you like talking with the townspeople, like getting their insight on their regional dishes. you just live for the thrill of creating new, exciting meals and want your crew mates to feel the love that you pour into everything you make for them.
on a particular island, the ship is docked far enough away to not attract too much attention. there aren’t any major navy bases nearby, but one can’t be too careful in the new world, can they? there’s a festival in town, one that they keep advertising for. you catch wind and want to go, but shanks decrees that only a portion of the crew is allowed to disembark, while the others stand by on the ship. too many pirates traversing through the island will set off alarms; thankfully, the island is partial to the patronage of pirates, so they aren’t too upset that shanks’ crew has docked there.
somehow, you’re part of the group designated to stay on the ship, much to your annoyance. you try to plead with beckman, even go as far as pouting your lips, but he doesn’t budge. “captain’s orders,” which seems to be the norm these days. and when he sees the way your shoulders drop, he says, a little quietly, “sorry bug.” you know they’re just going to drink and act foolish on land, so you wait and take your time dressing up. you have an actual reason for wanting to go into town; you need ingredients and don’t trust the others to shop properly for you, so you take matters into your own hands.
no one dares to stop you as you make your way off the ship; you tell the others you’ll be right back, and of course they believe you — why would you lie to them?
and you’re not lying, per se, you do want to get ingredients — although that isn’t your primary focus at the moment.
the festival is loud and seemingly merry with alcohol and food everywhere. thankfully the music makes the shitty alcohol taste better. shanks sits at a large table with the others, drinking, smoking, laughing as various people fawn over him and feed him cut up pieces of fruit. flirtatious by nature, he doesn’t even blink when they allow their delicate fingers to linger on his lips, or when they whisper things in his ear, or when they take turns to perch themselves on his lap.
for some reason, despite knowing that he should, he isn’t exactly stopping their advances.
guilt eats away at his crew mates at the sight of shanks on his usual path of self-destruction; yasopp tries to get him to see reason, beckman too, but he waves them off, saying he can do as he pleases. which only tells him that he’s still annoyed about you not talking to him properly these days. and, despite him not openly saying it, he’s suffering too.
you have fun watching the fireworks for a while, mesmerized by the loud explosions of color decorating the sky; before long, you find yourself in the middle of all the festivities, humming to yourself as you scope out the stalls. you get swept up into a small crowd of people and get turned around when you slip away. as you try to catch your bearings, you hear a familiar laugh and, on instinct, follow the sound of his voice.
while standing off to the side, you watch shanks and the others, heart beating far too loud for comfort. your hands ball into fists all over again, and you sink your nails into your palms when another woman drapes herself over shanks, giddy and tipsy, blushing every time he smiles her way. you know he’s just doing this because he’s pissed off at you, and rather than get sad, you decide to head to the pub and drink.
three drinks later, you saunter back out into the night and join the festival. you enjoy the way the music thrums underneath your skin, the beat thumping in your veins; a cool breeze travels nearby, making you feel light-headed. you forgot how freeing it is to be on your own — without a group of people to worry about, and a selfish captain who tramples over your heart and feelings repeatedly with his blasé attitude. maybe it would be better to just leave? but, the more you think about it, the more your head hurts, so you decide you’d rather enjoy yourself for a bit before heading back to the ship.
the alcohol makes you bolder than usual, and you’re all smiles with flushed cheeks when the vice-captain runs into you on his way to get more food. an incredibly foolish, petty idea crawls into your mind — it barely sits long enough before you act impulsively again.
“what are you doing here, bug?”
you simply shrug, as if you’ve embarked on an innocent expedition and didn’t expect to see him. beckman doesn’t buy the act one bit and pulls you into a nearby alley to talk with you privately. sighing loudly, he fixes you with a steely glare. “you’re suppose to be on the ship,” he says carefully, “d’you know how much trouble you’ll be in if shanks sees you here?” there’s no reason for him to tell you that, but you can’t fault him for trying to be nice. still, the idea of shanks thinking he can just dictate how you live your life, pushes you closer to the edge with your sanity barely intact.
and before you can stop yourself, you blurt out, “i am not a child,” you say angrily; your annoyance has reached the point of no return, so you let the irritation flow freely and allow it to fuel your pettiness. beckman pauses for a moment before chuckling darkly, shaking his head at your antics. from the determination on your face, and the way you don’t seem to want to budge on the issue, he can understand why shanks is so smitten with you — in fact, everyone on their crew understands — so he relents.
“fine, i’ll accompany you, then.”
you hadn’t expected him to offer, and you feel the tension leave your body slowly. maybe you were overreacting a bit, and maybe you just need to relax and enjoy the night like everyone else. you visit several stalls and shop around for a bit; you like the vice-captain’s company as he doesn’t say much, nor does he complain when you make him try various sweets to see which ones you should recreate. and while you might not intend to, you can’t help but flirt with him a little — touching his arm, laughing at his dry humor, standing much closer than necessary. beckman knows what you’re doing, but he doesn’t stop you; maybe shanks will get his act together if he thinks he has competition. you doubt he will, but it’s always worth a try, right?
DIAMOND X IN THE X ROUGH
after a while, the merriment feels stale; shanks’ laughter is hollow, forced, and unbecoming. and while on the surface it looks like he’s soaking up all the attention that’s being given to him, he’s not happy about it at all. a small frown works its way onto his lips as he tries to work out the cause of his unhappiness, completely ignoring his role in all of this. he’s not sure what’s missing — or, rather, he’s sure, but he just doesn’t want to say it out loud. that would make it real, and while he doesn’t want to make a habit out of it, shanks has been lying to himself for some time now. he knows that if he’d let you come with them, he’d be having much more fun — that thought alone makes him reconsider how he’s handled everything between you two.
the universe, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor. as his thoughts continue to berate him, he spots you walking with beckman. he narrows his eyes at you both but offers a smile — one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes — once you approach the table.
jaw clenched, shanks manages to greet you without fail. “hey there, lovebug.” there’s tension in his shoulders, and that amiable demeanor of his is shed, which makes the women near him a little reluctant as they squirm awkwardly in their seats. “thought i told you to stay on the ship,” he says lightly, as if this is the most casual conversation in the world. beckman sighs, knowing that shanks will most likely read into the situation incorrectly; but before he can explain himself, he sits back down in his seat and pours himself a drink.
“you don’t own me,” you say with a slight huff, glancing over at shanks from the corners of your eyes, “i’m allowed to go where i please.”
shanks almost laughs at that, but keeps it inside; he wants to tell you that you’re wrong, but he knows that this isn’t the right time or place for that sort of discussion. lucky roux offers to make some room for you, but you smile sweetly and announce that there’s no need. they all look at you, confused and a little intrigued, and before lucky roux insists again, you say, “i have a seat already.”
without warning, you gently perch your round ass on top of beckman’s lap, effectively silencing the group around you. it suddenly feels as if time has slowed down for shanks, who shifts in his chair as he watches you and beckman.
the vice-captain sighs again and playfully pinches your side, a move that does not go unnoticed by shanks, of course. you let out a small shriek, cheeks burning, and swat his hand before scooting up higher on his lap. the move alone nearly sends shanks and beckman into an early grave, for different reasons, obviously. meanwhile you’re smiling like a cat — mischievous and proud, as if you’ve cornered your prey and you’re ready to pounce.
you look so damn smug and shanks wants to fuck your mouth for all of that insolence.
beckman holds onto your hip as you cross your legs, revealing the deep slit in your skirt. your legs are on display, catching the eyes of everyone at the table and the random party goers passing by. shanks clenches his jaw so tightly, it’s a miracle he hasn’t cracked his teeth. he knows that you’re provoking him into acting out, and while he doesn’t want to feed into it, his jealousy knows no bounds right now. especially since he knows you’re not wearing any panties — it’s why you chose that particular skirt.
you really only wanted to tease shanks a little, so you’re on cloud-nine when you notice how bothered he is over your little act.
it takes an inordinate amount of strength, on shanks’ part, to not split beckman’s face in two for his complicit behavior. he’s being unfair, he knows that — but he doesn’t really care. yasopp and lucky roux try to diffuse the situation with lighthearted banter and jokes — they also tell their guests to leave, because knowing shanks this might not end well.
beckman leans forward, lips ghosting along the shell of your ear, making your body warmer than necessary. “settle down, bug, we don’t want to cause a scene, do we?” you shake your head at that and swallow back whatever complaints you want to say when you see the hardened look on shanks’ face. you’ve only ever seen him that serious when his anger reaches a certain point — so you know you’ve fucked up pretty badly. you have the decency to act ashamed as you slide off beckman’s lap and grab your bags. you should probably say something to shanks, but you don’t bother looking back at him and instead head back to the ship.
you’re absolutely furious right now and so is shanks.
beckman rubs the back of his neck before leaning forward. “i told you, captain,” he keeps his tone friendly, yet firm, “if you’re not careful, one of us will take bug away.” at that, shanks casts a sharp glance at the other crew members seated at the table — the intensity behind his gaze forces them to turn away and look at other things. shanks motions for one of them to slide the bottle of vodka his way, and beckman groans audibly.
“not again, shanks, let—”
as shanks isn’t in a negotiating mood, he cuts his first mate off quickly — maliciously, even — with venom sifting along his tongue, the layer thick enough he almost chokes on it. his voice is much too hoarse, but he spits out, “drink.”
it’s not a game that the red-hair pirates ever like to play with shanks, and he knows it; which is why he keeps insisting, and why his best friend keeps refusing. shanks’ anger reaches a tipping point; it transforms into a fire that steadily burns along the back of his neck, hot enough to make impulsive thoughts gather around him. the idea of extinguishing it never crosses his mind, although he knows that eventually he’ll need to face it head-on. and as he grips the bottle of alcohol tightly, a sharp moment of clarity hits him.
it’s by chance that he swallows it back, not wanting to make this even messier than it already is.
beckman shifts in his seat, a disapproving frown settling comfortably on his face. “it won’t be fair, i’m practically drunk already.”
“spare me the bullshit,” shanks says with a smile that serves as a small warning; he places a glass in front of beckman. “drink.” beckman pinches the space bridge of his nose and exhales a bit of his irritation. but when he picks up the glass, he recoils from the strong scent.
“this is practically rubbing alcohol.”
shanks only hums while shrugging lazily, before knocking back the drink; the burn revitalizes him, the pain reminds him that he’s alive. in a game of endurance, shanks always comes out on top. so it’s no wonder that beckman taps out after two shots.
“i value my liver, unlike you.”
this time, shanks’ laughter is genuine; he hops out of his chair and claps a hand on beckman’s back. “you’re forgiven,” he says when he leans down. as an afterthought, he adds, “this time.”
you’ve done a good job derailing his night — not that he can really blame you, he was being absolutely shameless in the worse way — so he’s decided he’s had enough. somehow, he’s rationalized that you’re the only childish and ridiculous person in this situation because he intends on stamping that attitude out.
SUN X STARS X MOON
you peruse shanks’ room while sipping from the bottle of rum you found. although you count tonight as a small victory against shanks, you didn’t think he’d get that mad. was all the teasing worth it, in the end? you leave the rum on the nightstand before climbing onto his bed and enjoy the softness of the mattress. maybe you overreacted, or maybe it’s all his fault. the guilt sits with you, until shanks enters his room.
“the hell are you doing back so soon?”
it’s not a proper greeting in the least, but you’re not exactly ready to deal with him just yet. but, since he’s already here, you might as well have it out. shanks closes the door and leans against it, partially obscured in the shadows as the moon bathes you in its light through the window.
“in case you’ve forgotten, this is my room and that’s my bed that you’re lounging comfortably on.”
he’s got you there. you roll your eyes in response, which draws out a chuckle from him once he pushes away from the door and goes to sit near you on the bed.
your emotions swell inside of you and become too heavy for you to keep hidden. “fine, whatever, i’ll leave.” you hop off the bed but then turn around. “you’re an asshole, you know that? you string me along for months and then anytime anyone else wants to talk to me you suddenly intervene.” the words tumble out of your mouth fluidly, you’re surprised your tongue could keep up. blinking back tears — because you refuse let him see you this vulnerable. “you piss me off so much, i… can’t do this anymore.”
it’s the first time that you’ve properly articulated how you’ve felt about this whole stupid situation. you feel a bit lighter but then sense of dread overcomes you, gnaws at your stomach — twisting and creating knots that make you want to run away forever. shanks takes a moment and mulls over your words, but his long silence is all the confirmation you need. you’re halfway to the door when he calls out to you.
“wait, come here.”
against your better judgment, you turn around and head back to his side. he sits on the edge of the bed, pulls you in between his legs, and warms an arm around you. “i hear you, bug, i really do.”
this is the first time he’s ever willingly said anything to make him vulnerable like that, so you relent, soften in his hold, allow your shattered heart to repair itself piece by piece. you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly. he’s normally much hastier with you — being a pirate captain, he barely has time to himself, so whenever he does get a moment to touch you, he’s always in a rush.
but tonight — the moon full and pink, hanging heavy in the sky, stars shimmering brilliantly around it — he opts to slow down. shanks takes his time memorizing the shape of your lips, tongue gently caressing yours as you sigh against his lips. he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, like he’s afraid you’ll leave him if he doesn’t. you’re certainly in no hurry to finish anytime soon. by the time you’re done kissing, you’re a little breathless and can barely hold it together. shanks, unsurprisingly, is in a similar predicament, as his cock hasn’t given him a day of peace since your ban started.
but he decides to let go and mumbles, “thirty days is a long fucking time,” and you laugh, surprised at his words.
you climb onto the bed with him, laughing as he drops playful kisses along your neck, and straddle him once he lies down on his back. you rub your ass against his stiff length, forcing him to groan audibly. he’s always more vocal when he’s tipsy, and the rum has you feeling bolder as the minutes pass by. before you can do it again, shanks slaps your ass hard and you let out an involuntary shriek.
he laughs at you, laughs at the way you’re suddenly acting demure, as if you weren’t the one who started this. “i thought you didn’t want anyone to hear you?” he gives you a knowing look and a sly smile crawls onto his face. heat travels along your skin, making your cheeks burn in the worst way; you place a hand over his mouth on impulse.
“shut up, what is wrong with you?”
you hate the way you’re suddenly embarrassed about all of this. shanks, however, takes it all in stride, laughing behind your hand and mumbling something unintelligible against your palm. he knows he needs to act quickly before she makes him cum in his pants without trying. so when you pull your hand back, he says, “come on, put your pretty pussy on my mouth.” you stare at him wide-eyed, but he doesn’t relent. you mumble something about possibly being too heavy, which makes him laugh at your ridiculous excuse.
“how many times do i need to show you?” his strength, he means.
before he can do anything too rash, you pull your skirt up and position yourself over his face, pussy already slick with your arousal. shanks runs his tongue along your folds, slipping it inside to give you a firm lick; he takes his time to eat you out, his pace tortuous but electrifying. you can barely keep quiet and moan louder than you mean to as you shamelessly ride his face. holding onto the headboard, a whirlwind whips about inside of your lower abdomen as he slurps your pussy sloppily. he pulls you closer, and your arousal drips down his lips and onto his chin. your pussy is always so eager for him, so naturally he wants to treat her right.
you lose a bit of your sanity when his tongue slips inside your hole, thrusting in and out, your whimpers and moans circling around him — the best sort of lullaby he could ask for. he flicks his tongue against your clit and you buck your hips, feverishly grinding your pussy on his tongue. he likes it when you let go like this — when you’re uncaring and free. you place so many barriers in front of your own happiness, so he’s determined to knock them all down while he can. you know it’s reckless to give in to your inhibitions like this, to fly this closely to this personified version of the sun. although, you do feel a surge of power, seeing him underneath you like that, in between your thick thighs.
if shanks is apollo, then you are a nymph with ties to the moon and the sea.
it’s when shanks swirls his tongue around your clit, mercilessly stroking it, sending tiny jolts through your thighs, making you tremble above him. the orgasm is transformative — you have tears in your eyes as you whimper pathetically, your pussy puffy and sensitive; but he doesn’t care. he licks your arousal off his lips, thinking you look divine and goddess-like in the interim following your orgasm.
time slows for you both, and maybe you’re imaging it, but your heartbeat matches his once you climb off of him. of course, as usual, shanks is smug and proud of himself, but when you start taking off your clothes and tossing them onto the floor, he follows suit. pre-cum drips slowly from the tip of his cock, and when you rub your wet pussy up and down his length, you let out a breathy moan. shanks watches you with lowered eyes, inhaling sharply once you sink down onto his cock.
your pussy swallows his girth with a slow descent, and he’s losing whatever sliver of control he thinks he has over himself when it comes to you. when his cock hits a particular spot, you shudder and moan his name; he could cum from that alone, he realizes, and it shocks the hell out of him. in retaliation, shanks thrusts into you once, then twice, as you claw at his chest and cry out for more. your pace quickens as you bounce on his cock, thighs trembling as you try to keep strong; the orgasm weakened you, but rather than give in, you keep going, rolling your hips against him, hypnotizing him without completely meaning to. he won’t last much longer at this rate, which is completely your fault, he reasons.
you ride him as long as you can, before frowning and slowing down. shanks looks at you slyly, unable to stop teasing you. “need some help?”
it’s your pride that doesn’t want you to ask for help, but you know that if you don’t, shanks will edge you until you’re on your knees in tears. “please.” if he wasn’t already teetering on the edge, your desperation would make him tease you more. he rolls so that he’s on top of you and leans forward to place kisses along your jaw and neck, loving how smooth and soft your skin is. because he’s obnoxious, he sucks and bites, leaving behind bruising marks on your neck and chest. he’s burning you alive, but you want more.
you drape your leg over his shoulder, and he kisses the inside of your thigh before flicking his tongue against your skin, enjoying the way you squirm underneath him, your heart beating much too fast in your chest, making you think seemingly impossible things. shanks slips his cock back inside of you, burying it completely, letting out a shaky breath at the way your plush walls suffocate him. the angle makes you buck your hips off the bed; he laughs darkly at your enthusiasm, but doesn’t move. the frustration alone could kill you; you want him to fuck you hard enough to shake your doubts, to combat all the warmth that keeps sliding through the cracks around your heart.
he moves his hips at his own leisure, giving you broad, powerful strokes — hard enough, that his balls slap against you, pussy squelching as he powers into you repeatedly. you should be embarrassed from the sounds alone — your pussy is wet enough for him to drown, but thankfully he’s got enough stamina to handle it.
each time his cock sinks deeper into your pussy, he feels reborn; like the sea — tumultuous, dizzying, captivating, and greedy — you suck him back in each time he tries pulling out. eventually, you wrap your arms around your thighs and he feels like you’re squeezing the remnants of his soul out of him. shanks rocks his hips against yours, rough and determined, sweat gliding along his skin. when he moans your name, your heart expands faster than you thought it would. shanks keeps his hips closer to yours, giving you short, quick thrusts, fucking you to remind you that he has no intention of letting you go. his breath is warm against your skin and you kiss him again, giving him ardent, sloppy tongue kisses that do nothing to calm you down. he swallows your moans as another orgasm grips you by the throat and nearly claims your life.
your pussy clenches around him tightly, so he takes that as a challenge and fucks you harder, giving you brutal, punishing strokes — frenetic and dizzying, making your mind spin too fast for you to keep up.
“shanks, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
whatever else you say after that is lost on you, incoherent babbling that makes him laugh at you again. it’s out of adoration, you know it is, even if he won’t openly say it. shanks e works you through your orgasm, hips jerking against yours, before his own pushes him completely over the edge. after giving you a few lazy thrusts, he cums inside of you, messy but satisfying. shanks slows down and tries to catch his breath, as you push your curls away from your face. he doesn’t leave your side after he pulls out, instead he pulls you close to him, his hand rubbing up and down your back, his subsequent kisses intense and possessive.
you don’t exactly know what will happen tomorrow, but for now you’ll cherish this moment and commit it to memory. with everything that’s happened, he doesn’t want to see you in the arms of another, and you don’t want to keep pushing him away. you’re sure something’s shifted fundamentally between you two, especially when you lay on top of him and listen to the steady, powerful beats of his heart. you suppose you can give him a little leeway, but you won’t tell him that right away. there’s a warmth that cloaks itself all over you, keeping you moored to him for the rest of the night; he enjoys the silence that accompanies your presence, and decides that he’s going to keep you for as long as he can.
#it's finally done jfc#fic request#one piece imagine#one piece angst#one piece smut#one piece x reader#one piece x y/n#shanks angst#shanks smut#shanks x reader#shanks x y/n#*washes hands*#‘i can change him’ 🥴#no tf i can’t!!! am i kidding?!#also… beckman… ur day will come don’t worry
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Some atreboda headcanons, prompts & AU’s that ive thought of that i think you guys may like?
Idol!/singer!angrboda, fan!atreus
Vampire!angrboda, werewolf!atreus
arranged marriage that actually works out
Fated/destined/twin flame love
Sun!goddess angrboda, moon!god atreus
Atreus shoots a cupid’s arrow at angrboda not knowing she already had feelings prior 😒
“No matter where i go, i will always carry you with me”
princess of jotunheim x prince of midgard/asgard
Boat date while rowing through the waters of vanaheim bc she absolutely loves the view there
Atreus makes angrboda a knife 🥲
Angrboda’s baking chronicles ft atreus
Clumsy first kiss
Angrboda playing with his hair causes him to grow out his hair just for her 😭😭 (this is me hoping they grow out his hair next game)
Atreus likes to bite her affectionately
atreus the type to be like “bro my hand is mad cold we gotta hold hands” and angrboda fell for it now theyre holding hands 🙄
Atreus writes a song for angrboda
Siren!angrboda, sailor!atreus (slightly inspired by a convo with @bellaaldamas)
Cuddling in their animal forms 🦊🐺❤️
Atreus gets yelled at by kratos and is annoyed but if he gets sent to the corner by angrboda, he’s heartbroken 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
Atreus has piles of drawings of angrboda trying to perfect every little detail abt her but he feels no matter how much he does a amazing job, nothing can compare to the real life 🥲
If there was a family photobook, angrboda would secretly take some of baby atreus photos 😎
While finding the giants, atreus visits angrboda frequently but recently he feels more homesick than ever before. He asks if he can see her again (he just seent her like 3 days ago) and the gods of [insert mythology here] says no 😠yet he sneaks to see her anyways 😭
#Some things ive thought of idk#corny ik but i cant help it 😭#Some of these are inspired by other stuff ive seen as well#But the vampire/werewolf one been on my mind for so long yall omggg#WE NEED VALENTINE ATREBODA ASAP#me being annoying and bored#Atreus#angrboda#loki#gow#god of war ragnarok#god of war#gowr#Atreboda#Atreus x angrboda#Angrboda x atreus#I cant wait to see them again u guys UGHGHH i hope and believe sms does right by them individually and relationship wise 😭😭#I have more but those will be for later 😉#<3#My stuff#headcanon#My cuties
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Sinking Ships. | L.JN (M)
prologue- “Darling I know what you desire.” + “You have bewitched me.”
summary: lee jeno is a son to a wealthy aristocrat man who sails all over the world. therefore jeno has always felt at home on a ship, he decides to join his father on the expedition. however a dark storm overtakes them, but it wasn’t only Mother Nature who was their enemy. it was something below the horrific maddening seas.
tw- siren x human. sailor!jeno. horror. deaths mention. fantasy romance. dark content such as fighting scenes, gore can be mentioned. graphic detailed scenes. smut. romance. fluff. love at first sight but slow burn. Breeding. Penetration. Oral receiving female. Edging. Jeno big dick agenda. Boob play. Marking (hickeys.)
notes- Siren By Kailee Morgue is the whole inspiration this fic . KINKTOBER FIC
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Jeno knew it would be a heinous suicide mission to get pass the horrific turning of events. The sea was too placid for a sanguine moon. There was a storm a-brewing.
The boat began to roll from side to side and the temperature dipped all of a sudden. Dark clouds obscured the moon above. As the crew mates gave in the chaos losing their calming focus, soon overlapping screams erect the boy’s ears .
“Captain we are heading straight at it!” The crocked tooth man shouts.
“Hold on the steering wheels. We can make it through.” Mr Lee orders confidently as he gets out the long scope peeking at distance of the black clouds shifting into a tornado almost. Jeno couldn’t believe the captain’s words, just sit still and await to be hit?
Jeno reaches up the wooden steps to the front of the wheel where the sailor controlling the shit with a wooden implant leg and fancy looking clothes of navy block the view. The captain turns to look at Jeno who has a face of suspicion and doubt.
“Father I think you’re trying to get us killed.” Jeno openly admits.
“Son as a man of the sea i know how to control the storms itself. I’ve survived plenty. This is nothing. In fact there are much scarier things for you to worry about.”
The wealthy man tells calmly as if it were factual. Though no one dares to stop the man, the crew-mates have no choice but to trust their leaders choices. But for Jeno he can’t see this going well. In his heart there is doubt, fright, and finally a bit of rebellion. The young man moves over to the side to watch the crashing waves fighting against the large black ship. Something in the water was going against them, Jeno would see multiple reflections in them. Until a human hand pops to the edge.
A sweet sickening voice resembling a distressing damsel, crying out for help, withholding a beauty unlike any other saw before. The other cremates look down in shock and awe, some moving to get the ropes.
Jeno watches with a raised eyebrow. How did they end up surviving such crashing waves and not drown? And how the hell did they fall in? The boy was left questioning this, eventually another girl caught his attention on the rock nearby in the faint distance. Singing. Singing a humming tune.
The world through the young aristocrat’ eyes become in a slow motion. The young boy staring at the beautiful golden locks, silky as seaweed and skin as glistening as the rain dripping. The young woman singing with her alluring voice change the storm ahead to become weaker and steady. Jeno looks at the front of the ball of storm tornado, seeing it disappear like magic. He gapes at the magic he is seeing for the first time ever, did she just make the storm go away?
When the young sailor was to look back at the woman, he simply couldn’t when a large yelp and a splash brought him to reality where the world was back speeding to something more maddening awaiting them. Something dark waiting for their weak spot.
The men on the ship shout in horror backing away but then a striking dark blue with fins as elbows pull on their bodies, dragging them into the swallowing sea,.
Jeno turns to his father in shock. “Father looks like we have another problem.”
Mr Lee unlocks the gun with silver bullets in, a rich fanatic hunter ready to shoot anyone and anything to its mercy who lands on his ship unannounced. Jeno doing the same thing, he unlocks the gear with his sword pointing at the front covering the idler’s back. Silence crept but not for long as the hungry sirens were on their way to capture every single man on sea. Through their unravelling black past of sins and revengeful desires in their hearts to defeat any sailor who rules on their territory; shall see the hands of their master and the drowning terror beneath the ocean where they shall never see light, skies and civilisation again. Jeno walks cautiously to the edge shooting on the water repeatedly till one revealing its true form, a Siren. Screaming at the bullets hitting on the hip lining.
“It’s a siren!” The man shouts across readying their own weaponry as Jeno and the captain stand side by side shooting once again. But even a man with a gun couldn’t be helped.
“Father look out!”
The captain soon felt a dragging force from his hem clothing, with a pull he was dragged on the edge, but a hand with muscular chisel out of statue held on tight, desperately as he cries for the captain’s safety. Praying endlessly.
“Father! Hold on please I’ll bring you to safety.” Jeno reassures as he grunts ,dropping the gun into the gear closing it— using the free hand to hold on to his father who was dragged by more than one siren now. The dangerous-looking fish like mermaids though without the humanoid form, they were simply bugs in the ocean. Jeno curses them in his head, as they were latching on his father’s body one by one, the force was far too strong.
He wasn’t ready to have his father die. Jeno is not going to let the sirens have their ways. The boy yells in anger as his muscles contract pulling on his father’s heavy body mass. The sirens soon had no power against such man strength. It was as if the young aristocrat’ son was an one man army. The strength out-done them with two arms versus five sirens, insane— for a human, he was strong alone. His father felt the swap exchange but he shouts at his son’s selfless actions.
The sirens found a new interest in the youngling. When Mr Lee was swapped thrown on board of the ship, the sight of Jeno looking at his father with a soft smile. “Jeno…no..you foolish boy” the captain aching groans with his hands weakly reaching to grab his son to safety, as he saw those black claws and deep blue hands slowly wrapping round the boy,
He was pulled down the ship and fell into the submerged sea chewing the human into endless pieces scattering into the deep black unknown. With voices of cackled and to witchery waiting to happen to him. In peace Jeno lies down in the blankets of sea, accepting death and welcoming it with a warm embrace. Even through the Black Sea, Jeno saw the beautiful glossing ingenious moon brightly shunning the way, they churned grimly in the night sky when a sudden striking swimmer came forward.
The vision was blurry all he could see was a beautiful silhouette of a young woman, with the same sickening voice he has heard before, the woman touched his face and in the moment Jeno was close to drowning with no oxygen left in the lungs. The invitation of grim reapers has a place for him on the list. Jeno is nothing more but a winnowing fermented rippling corse of the calming sea.
“Stay alive please.” The voice softly said with pleas, the boy couldn’t reply even if he wanted to as the next minute he felt a pair of lips softly scrape the edge on to his blue cold. Middle of the ocean of nowhere, a young dime saviour, his true knight in shining armour…
Has evoked life in him.
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Freshly smell of rain and seaweed soon overtakes the man’s nostrils. The wealthy lord lands on an island middle of nowhere, by the shore, muddied into the sand with it’s rich clothes; hair soaking wet and lips as purple as the sunrise early morning. He was near resembling a corpse but thankfully, he were breathing.
Eyelids shakily open waking up to a small monkey staring down at the man’s face ahead, jeno flinches in panic screaming as he crawls away, pushing the animal away from his face where he stood with those two skinny legs.
“Holy- god. Where am I. I’m not dead.” Jeno exclaims loudly as he ran hands on through the body looking around he was met with the calm bright blue sea with yellow glint of the perfect clear sunny weather, a complete contrast to the memory he holds from last night.
The monkey cackles watching the man look scared as he climbs up on the palm tree branch to the top. The monkey whistles, like a call for someone. Jeno looks up suspiciously, soon those doubtful thoughts came to light when a young woman was swimming on shore.
“You’re alive. That’s a relief.” You would say with a happy beam. The worries from earlier leave her body system fast.
Jeno turns around to the young sight of the girl he saw before on the rock singing. She saw the boy’s jaw drop and eyes threatening to fall out of the sockets. He gurgles on his saliva unable to speak with what he saw. The woman he saw earlier with a tail on a rock singing at the storm. The woman who had the same exact voice as the one he heard under the water when he nearly drowned. Except now the woman was…
“You…you have legs.” Jeno stammers pointing at the feet in the shore digging inside the sand. The woman looks down at them as she soon remembers, the punishment.
She hums turning to look at Jeno. She fakes a smile, a happy one.
“Yeah. You like them?”
The man stays quiet turning around with hands on his head, thinking what the hell happened, clearly this wasn’t a dream as much as he wishes it was, neither did it make sense in reality. Last time he checked the ship was ambushed by sirens and last time he fact-checked in the library months ago that sirens cannot have feet! Yes they can shift into human disguises but only the upper half of their body. Hence why sirens rely on water to hide away their lower half which is a tail. But this woman in front of him looks so human to the point she has feet.
Jeno rubs his head when a striking headache hit the sides on the temple. He rubs them, grunting.
“This doesn’t make sense. You’re a siren aren’t you?” Jeno interrogates quickly as he walks forward but stops midway when she looks back at him. The girl even held this happy smile whenever he spoke to her, she was surprisingly calm and happy of the situation; which made him even more weirded out. He was feeling lost, abandoned, terrified and worried. She hums out agreeing.
“Yeah. Well. I was.” You pause.
“Was..?” Jeno follows up on her words as if he was awaiting an explanation. But she only gave him a simple nod. “Yeah, was.” She repeats.
He groans what was he expecting from a siren, seriously of course She wouldn’t tell him what he wants to know. Jeno shakes his head as he turns around the island forest awaiting him, he looks down to his bare feet. Great, I lost my shoes. Jeno thought. The man has to think for a while, maybe if he gets on top of the mountain on this island he can perhaps scope the area with his eyes and figure out where the hell he is. He’s on his own, technically. He has no intentions of teaming up with a siren who became human, especially when sirens are wicked witches of the ocean that he will terminate for ever ruining his life upside down.
He prays his father is safe. Jeno sighs walking forward but then a short live shout from behind took attention. He turns around noticing the young girl struggling to stand up and when she did, her balance was destroyed as she fell behind .
Jeno didn’t know why he reacted to help her even though he made his decision of abandoning the creature. He doesn’t know why his hands moved on his own, embracing the woman to no fall down into the swallowing ocean backwards. She gapes openly as her hands latch on the rich-like suit and the white dirt shirt, clenching as if her life depend on it. The human girl felt the warm from his breathe hitch when she had looked into his eyes so innocently .
Curse your eyes, Jeno thought. The way she looks so human made him conflicted it enough, it struck chaos in between the mind and the heart, because his heart feels gratitude for the stranger yet the mind can only replay the sirens ambushing the ship from last night over and over again as if it were a memory to haunt him forever.
“Thank you.” You tell softly and Jeno lets go off her body, but the moment he did she was so close to collapse on the ground again. The legs were shaking so much and she had no balance recognition, it is as if she doesn’t know how legs work. How her body works.
Jeno held her again this time by the waist so she would stand still. The girl looks at him, blinking continually as she felt the sudden tension rose. She held her breathing in, saliva stuck in the middle of her throat as the handsome man was watching her darkly and glaring; she knew he hates her probably, and she cannot blame him for doing so. But she doesn’t want him to look at her like he wants to make her disappear and cease to exist.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers as Jeno lifts her body with erase, to be honest he himself was surprised to feel that she weights barely anything, he didn’t need to try to lift her up in his arms bridal style. The boy didn’t say much but starts to walk into the forest. She felt her face go warm for some reason, unable to detect why her heart was beating so fast and this feeling of her body tickling everytime she focuses on the way his arms had her wrapped underneath the worn out dress grasping edge of her thighs and legs in process.
She couldn’t help but wonder where he is taking her, the human girl casually spoke.
“So where are you going?” She asked with a smile.
Jeno looks down at her, warningly speaking. “If you talk and ask questions I’ll drop you.”
“Ah…noted.” She whispers under her breathe. Perhaps it’s better to not speak to him right now. Instead you found your new friend, Monkey, to be a pleasant friend. The monkey following your traces from above swinging from trees to tree.
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The destination wasn’t necessarily planned. Jeno knew there is no way he would make it on top of the mountain in a day, but at least he could make a journey start halfway. The man walks through the forest casually as he was carrying the girl in arms. He didn’t tell her where he was going, the journey was as silent as a grave; it made y/n’s skin pinch with anxiousness to see the man become so quiet.
It’s not like you know him but you know when you can tell the person is absolutely raging inside and he isn’t exactly happy with you tagging alone even though he seemed to be in conflict at the same time? Yeah well that’s exactly how you feel that he’s feeling towards you right now. She didn’t mean to put you into this situation, but somehow when you involved yourself it did make it possibly a little worse.
You felt his feet stop on the ground of leaves burrowing beneath the bare feet of his. You were dropped down on the rock softly as Jeno simply walks away down the hill where he heard a stream of water running.
By the time you guys finally took a stop he was walking for a minimum of four and a half hours straight without food or water. He must so thirsty, you thought. As you tried your best to stand up you couldn’t, falling back on the rock flat.
“How the hell can humans walk using these.” You roughly complain. The monkey jumps from the tree branches and on the girl’s shoulder as he gurgles noises.
“You’re right i should try.” You agreed to your new monkey friend who was completely right, you should force yourself to adapt to this new form you have. Surely it can’t be easy but that’s when the power of practice will help you.
The girl wearing this worn-out dress, multiple holes poking out, bare feet and with beautiful silky neat hair resting on the back. You stand up with the monkey on the shoulder balancing as you were beginning to shake roughly. But you limp forward a little and little each time, until you slowly made your way closer to the man who was resting by the river in the middle , with a sharp wooden stick sharpened by the edge of his gear.
He was fishing, you thought. The woman limps forward more until you fell into the floor on your knees panting a little, proudly. The monkey winches off the shoulder and into the mini big rocks resting there in the lake.
Jeno curses as he hasn’t got any fish thanks to god’s luck only. The man puts the wooden spear away as he gets out of water joining you by the side.
“At this rate we will starve.” Jeno states apathetically and you wobble upwards. “You can’t just give up. Fishing is a sport of patience.” You encourage.
He hears those encouragements of words but somehow he felt so numb by this situation, he was starting to wish he was dead instead. You purse your lips into a thin straight line watching him. “I don’t need your words alright. You can barely walk either. You’ll die at this rate as well.” Jeno bluntly tells the truth. The only difference is he’s accepting death too fast and you are declining death.
The monkey jumps onto the man’s shoulder pulling on the ears angrily as if he was scolding Jeno for saying such words to you. Jeno hisses pushing the Monkey into his hands holding it in the grasp.
“Right that’s it we’re having monkey tonight.” Jeno threatens with a roar. The monkey only snarls in response until you jump into grabbing the monkey back. The man looks up at you in disbelief.
“Yah that’s our chance of surviving. We have to eat the monkey.” He said.
You mewl, remarking. “Absolutely not. Kong is my friend. We will not eat my friend and ally of this forest.”
In disbelief the man said nothing but a scoff that he cannot believe his ears and eyes, what else was he expecting seriously? You were a siren and of course you would make friends with a bloody monkey on this island and even name it as if it were a person! And you named it Kong. Kong after the giant monkey that was a myth to children. He sighs defeated laying on the floor. “I’ll go and make a campfire then. Do whatever you want, as if i cared.” Jeno states , going up and walking away into the forest to go and grab resources for a small campfire.
The monkey hisses watching the man walk away and leave. You pet Kong’s head signing. “Don’t mind him. He’s just aggravated because he misses his family. Let’s go fishing how do you feel about that?” You positively beam once again and the monkey gave a nod. The two of you start joining in the lake calmly.
At first you subconsciously swim in the hollow lake stream bending down as you lift your dress a little and the monkey doing so too going inside the water. You two become real quiet when watching the streams.
You remember that when you were a siren, swimming with fishes, you learned to adapt to their length of swimming and timing. The sirens are made predators of the ocean and each siren pod has a queen. The queen is the most influential and powerful leader for the sirens and she holds magical powers to control everything, in other words she is the queen of the ocean.
If she orders, the Sirens do it without a thought twice about it. But you were different.
The moment you felt a fish slither in the water you quickly grab it with your hands right and proudly shout. The monkey jumps up excitedly as you pierce the fish with the wooden stick.
One fish down. One more to go.
By the time Jeno came back with sticks and stones to build the campfire you were still fishing and he would watch you in secret. The woman was more than capable of hunting as if she still had those instincts imprinted in the brain, you were one with water and the water was one with you, the way you sang sweet melodies with your voice strung him back to the time he felt allured by you completely. You are a beautiful woman with such strong traits it’s impossible to not feel the human heartbeat to not skip a beat around you.
With the final fish cut down into a wooden stick you approach the man with a wooden stack with fire made in front. Kong and Y/n made the way back, the three of you had some food for the night.
Jeno rests nearby the fire watching the fish cook on the stick. You rest with your knees to the chest, the woman staring at the fire with foreign emotions. Sirens never met fire in their life, unable to really, but the unknown element looks so passionate and beautiful you feel almost sorry for the sirens that they are unable to see such a thing with their eyes. Jeno took a glance to your complementing face, with a hint of worry in his tone he tugs you with words.
“What are you thinking about?” The man asks pondering on your state. The human girl breaks away from the fire and turns to gaze at Jeno, watching the fish cook.
You purse your lips apart watching the beautiful man next to you. “The food.” She lies.
The wealthy man let’s out a soft chuckle run out before pulling the fish away, he nudges you to take it before he took the raw fish which he starts to cook too. You pull the cook food closer as you nibble on it, though it was hot you felt your lips burn.
“Ouch!” You’d quietly wail as you touch your scorn lips, a soft flinch jolts through your body when the man rushes to your aid lifting the face by your chin. He looks at the upper lip with a soft sign. “It’s not terribly burnt. That’s a relief.” He breathes and you lick the sore area with your tongue.
“You’re such a klutz.” He throws at you in shock. It’s absolutely crazy how clumsy you actually are and you cannot argue with that either. The human girl rubs the back of her head as she pulls on the fish instead, then she eats it with small pieces. He watches you eat carefully now, he smiles unconsciously at the sight.
There was a moment where he found you endearingly loving. You’re such a brave and fearless girl who doesn’t give up so easily, but there is this clumsy girl who cannot be left alone otherwise you’d seriously harm yourself without knowledge. You speak to a monkey and named it even, Jeno still thinks you should’ve let the monkey be your dinner tonight considering it was less time consuming but you were happy to have the monkey live.
The mind goes back to the moment underwater where he was almost a goner of death but thanks to you, the way your lips gave up a bright light of life into him. He wonders why you saved him.
“Why did you save me back then when i was drowning…”
Jeno probed at you when flashing his eyes on you he was met with your large pupils that hold a story to be told. In no doubt there was a whole story that he isn’t aware of, the wealthy man couldn’t imagine such things you go through to where you are right now. The both of you are outcasts. Y/n slowly bites on the bottom lip shortly, turning back to the fish, you put it down on the stand. The monkey moves away from the scene and you hold your hands together, watching your feet.
What was the reason you have legs? Why did you save this man called Lee Jeno? And at what price and cost?
The woman’s voice came out as quiet as the winter’s snow approaching the city. Voice like down feathers floating in the air endlessly. The man watches you keenly as you take your time. Rubbing the hair strand behind the ears, the campfire dancing in front warmly sending its heat in the bodies from a suffering cold. “I saved you because you were dying, you see, I never intended on ambushing you and your father’s ship.”
“What I get for saving you from the other sirens, I lost my tail and i became human. I tried to keep you safe when the queen punished me for not doing as I was told. For going against her i am now stuck on this island too.”
Jeno sways forward. “Do you regret helping me?”
“No. Never.” He hears her gasp exclaiming loudly. He couldn’t help but smile a little. “I’m glad. Thank you for risking your life for me.”
“I can’t regret saving you. I feel so much for you.” You smile through your expression as he held your face closer. The way he slowly wraps a hand on your cheek brushing it with his thumb lightly, you felt your face heat with colour flushing to the surface. The way your eyes dilate together, as on you feel your heart beat together; Jeno murmuring softly. “You’ve bewitched me, Y/n.”
You purse your lips together as you mutter. “Darling I know what you desire.” You pause before looking away. “But it’s not me you want.”
Jeno let’s go off your face looking down. He wasn’t sure what he wants. Unlike you he wasn’t sure what he was feeling towards you but you were delusional, letting your heart feel any glimpse of hope to reciprocate feelings. Perhaps he has bewitched you.
“I don’t know what i want.” Jeno deadpans. “But I do know that i feel something for you. I’m just not sure what it is.”
“Perhaps.. this can help me figure it out.” Jeno slowly starts as he leans forward capturing your lips in a hold. You close your eyes in the moment, finding comfort in the slow soft kiss that Jeno has offered. He gently holds you close and you follow.
The way your feelings spark like a firework going crazy, he felt his heartbeat thumping and thumping over again like a wheel spinning. Y/n’s hands reach to the front of his shirt clutching it tightly, wrinkling it. He sweeps back the girl’s hair, humming in the kiss when it broke. Your eyes flutter open meeting his, quivering to reconnect lips again but you bury the urge to do so.
“Did you find your answer yet..?” Y/n softly asks. Jeno let’s out a pant, bringing you to an embrace. I did, I found the answer. he thought to himself.
“I have.” He states. “I can’t let you go again.” He reveals. Jeno is not planning to leave without you, you’re coming back with him home. He’s going to give you a new life. Jeno will take care of you.
In return, he will follow his true feelings for you.
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Over the course of a few days it was survival and nothing else. Both Y/n and Jeno have travelled together through thick and thin, running into dangerous snakes on the island strain them with panic but nevertheless Jeno made a smart escape plan by ignoring the defensive creatures as they won’t attack unless you’re near them. Y/n learned to walk around on her own very slowly, with a held of a hand of course (Jeno). It seems like the more days closes in on them being together, doing these activities and survival as one, looking out for each other like teammates— it only increased their relationship to blossom like a blooming flower in spring. A withered thing at first changing into this brand new healthy sprout. It was crazy to Jeno, he cannot stop his mind from thinking about you; every second of the day he is wondering what you’re up to and if you’re safe and haven’t got eaten by some wild boar in this large forest caving in.
You’re the same though. You keep being drawn to the human man, with his exposed abs through the white blouse shirt wealthy men wear, his chiselled hourglass body only makes you fantasise of how it feels to be on top of it. Sometimes you stare far too long until he saw you staring so intensely at his back and waist like you were daydreaming, which you were, but in no way were you going to tell him that. Jeno would tease you, laugh with you or at you; he’d try to not find your stares across the pathway at him adorable but he cannot help it. You’re cute, resembling a lost puppy following him around.
On the fifth day still stuck on the island, the two land themselves on a village in the island residing with native tribes and such. Though with minimal English, they welcomed the two together. Surprisingly they were keen on keeping them to safety along with Kong joining the bunch too.
“You seem like a wealthy young man. How did you land on our island?” The native leader keenly asks as he sat down in front of the gazing fire pit . Jeno softly bows his head as he looks at Y/n, holding her hand when he saw her become anxious. It’s a first time as a human being in civilisation other than Jeno, of course you’d be stressing.
As he held her hand the native took notice of the small gesture but spoke none of it. Y/n smiles quietly taking in the hand and tightly holding on it, like it was a rope to safety.
“My ship ran into a storm and i happened to fall off board with my wife. We woke up on the shore far from here.” Jeno announces thickly.
Though he simply cannot mention sirens otherwise they would start to suspect you in the story, Jeno had to make a fake identity for you. He looks at you with a warm expression as you make eye contact with the native, bowing your head at him to avoid eye contact. The shyness mixing with anxiety was not the most reliable combination right now. The native man softly sighs.
“Ah we have a couple.” He congratulated. “I’m sorry for your situation. We have a radio here from our last sailors that came cross to this island. Maybe you can contact your father’s ship through that technology. I’m afraid I still don’t quite understand it.” The leader tells and Jeno nods.
“Will do. Thank you for letting us stay.” Jeno said with indent gratitude to the man. It’s been a long time since he’s been helped. You do the same, thanking him. The monkey reappraised as he sat on Jeno’s shoulder clapping.
The man smirks eyeing the monkey as he pin points it with the wooden cane at the animal on the man’s shoulder “You have a smart friend guiding you all along.”
Your eyes light up as you spoke, cheerfully ending it as you pet Kong’s head. “He came to us from the start. Suppose he owns the island.”
Jeno was met with your engagement in the conversation when speaking about your friend, Monkey, the way your eyes light up praising the animal as well as talking with the person in front made you look so humanised. He just knows you’d love it back at his hometown. It would fit you from head to toe, the people, the ships, animals seem to love you anywhere you go, As if you were a princess.
You felt Jeno stand up as you follow him bidding goodbye. The boy makes his way inside a tent belonging to you as well as the radio machine to contact civilians such as ships on broad nearby. You and Kong sit down as he lets go off your warmly kept hand, looking round the tent it seems spacious enough for the two of you to sleep at. Now the whole village knows you’re a couple you have to go and act along with it. Jeno wraps his hands on the buttons pressing on the numbers, waiting for the long static deadpan white noises to end and give a human voice but no reply. He lets out a frustrated sigh. Y/n can tell and see the way his eyebrows knit together and him clenching the jaw, he was getting upset by the lack of replying to his message and voice notes sending to anyone nearby. You crawl gently to the boy, putting a hand on his thigh with a small squeeze sending him to look at you.
You carefully linger as you rub your head on his shoulder bringing him in a warmth embrace to let him know patience is virtue. You tell him of course your father is safe and looking for you. The words sent him long peace of clarity in the situation, perhaps he needed to hear this from someone.
That his father wouldn’t stop looking for him. That he will return back home safely. That he will see his older sister and mother in open arms holding him tightly. And that he will bring you home with him, to share the happiness with you.
“It will be okay. We can keep trying tomorrow as well remember.” Y/n babbles to the sailor who softly smiles nodding.
“Mhm you’re right.” He hums, pulling away from your body to shut the radio off. Jeno sighs, before looking around the tent and the shared double bedding. “I hope you don’t mind sharing the tent with me.”
You shake your head. “Of course not. I’d rather sleep with you than sleep alone in a village we just met. I don’t think i can sleep alone here.”
He smiles upon your honesty that he so admired about you from the moment he met you. There wasn’t a time where you shown traits of sirens that are foretold in fairytales and information sailing books. He studied your kind, they aren’t meant to be trusted. They are wicked and seductive, using their appearance and beautiful voice to lure men for their lustful desires and then later, murder them in cold blood for revenge. But y/n never shown anything like that to Jeno. You’re far too kind, far too selfless and happy to be something so evil.
You’re a happy vitamin in a human form. Jeno brings his head down to your thighs where he rests on your legs suddenly . He hears a soft yelp from your lips in surprise to feel the way he plops on your curve thick legs resting on them if they were a pillow. He had his eyes closed resting so peacefully on you.
Little did he know that you were blushing so hard it’s going to be super annoying to hide it. But even though you were as red as rose petals, you were stuck on watching his strong structured face. He was handsome, no mistake on that. The little mole on his cheek rests there as you rub your soft thumb on it, stroking his face so carefully . Watching him happens to be your favourite activity. When he was on the ship, you would stare at the boy scoping in the distance, laughing and singing with his sailor crew mates. The way he happily follows in his father’s footsteps as he was his role model. The wind brushing in the thick black hair. You were bewitched by him, by a human. Mayhaps it was love at first sight for you.
You just knew the moment your eyes land on him, he was the one for you. Y/n moves her lips forward to softly peck the sleeping man softly. Jeno feels the pair of lips landing a loving kiss, the moment she pulls away by a few inches to see if he was still asleep, Jeno’s eyes carefully open as he saw a pair of eyes already looking at him. The moment felt so perfect. Nothing distracting them. The atmosphere was relaxing and quiet, no words were spoken between the two, only their eyes held in contact watching one another with equal amount of want and need. It’s like they were communicating with their eyes.
A pair of hands grasp the girl’s face on both sides as Jeno lifts himself up softly kissing her lips back. The girl calmly returns the action, with same amount of passion pouring in it like it were a bucket of love meter. The man falls on top of you, holding you in a place as he caressed your body with whatever he pleases. Stroking your legs up to your waist. He pulls away leaving the kiss break with a soft gasp from both. He pleas,
“You can touch me.” Jeno tells as you watch him sending a soft nod, your arms didn’t waste a second before latching on his neck reconnecting your lips with him again.
Emotions rise up high like the ocean waves, Flowing forward and backwards in the gentle cradling rockabye; the night became an escalating Black Sea hole, sinking everything to savour the moment high. The bodies slipping off their clothes reside in each other’s warm, the small lamp on the side put out as they found comfort in the darkness and with each other’s bodies. The two swapping positions continually until settling for one. As well as becoming quiet like the wind to not get caught. Jeno found the escaping moans that weren’t able to be controlled or swallowed like the unpredictable sea to be the most soothing sounds he has ever heard.
She found pleasure to be Jeno and only him. Never once have the woman experienced such a thing or desire to do this in her life. The human body that you are still getting used to was much sensitive than you ought to think it would be. A simple action from jeno with his fingers resting at your wet folds or his fingers putting you in a clenching contraction of your insides, was enough to sent many impulses in your body to quiver in endless blooming emotions. It was insane, how a man you love could look so mesmerising on top of you, with his head stuck in between your legs, devouring you from the sensitive clit rushing with blood inside.
Your moans were either swallowed or softly let out, but it was getting harder to do so when you felt the air leave your lungs so quickly with each moan. At times you were mewling into your hands, which left Jeno to darkly grin at you, the sight of your flushed pale face going red, eyes turning teary eyed and your lips bitten deeply to be as quiet.
“I-I can’t no’more.” You pant heavily pulling your hand forward on the man’s chest as he looks up from your soaking pussy. He couldn’t help it, getting lost in making you come so many times. He gently wraps his fingers to interlock on your hand, kissing your arms with a deep breathy voice.
“You can take it. One more, Y/n.” He promises to you, he saw the way your voice tightens after a swallow as you nod.
Whatever he says you do, wanting to give yourself up for him was a mere underestimation. You’d do anything he wants if he asked for, and you know he would do the same. A ride or Die was perhaps the right definition but at the same time it was even beyond that. When he reconnects his lips to your soaking womanhood, the orgasm you fought hard was let go and as you did, a long awaiting waterfall came out spouting in his mouth. He keenly took all of it before wiping his mouth, as he was met with your arching body.
How badly you were aching for him, it felt like a burning sting that couldn’t be put out unless he enters you now or never. You whine. “I need you so badly. Tell me you feel the same way.” You whisper to the man you love dearly.
“I need you and only you, my beautiful Y/n.” He said without a hesitation, an equal amount of desperation for you to be his and only his to see like this. Jeno will take you home, he will marry you even if his parents will not approve, Jeno will never leave your side. The words left a printing memory in your heart as a sudden sprung of your Red Sea walls stretch at the mere girthy length. The thick lining breaking apart, you bury your face in your lover’s chest as your trembling arms pin themselves on his neck. Jeno took his time with you, as he doesn’t want to hurt you for the first time and it was his first time too.
He doesn’t want to rush such a beautiful moment with you underneath him. Jeno himself fights the urge to not just ram in you as your warm insides wrap themselves on his cock following his shape perfectly. He lets out a loud grunt, which made you think he isn’t the only one feeling overwhelmed with such emotions. You bring him into a kiss, where he swallows his moans in to be quiet.
It wasn’t a minute later till he had your wet insides squelching loudly the more the hips thrust forward like a pivoting machine without a breaking stop. The heavy weight from above made every hitting movement memorable for your body to have loss of common sense. The way he had to challenge himself mentally to not release so early, but it was hard when you felt amazing and the way you were reacting to him makes it hard to control the situation itself.
Y/n chokes on a few overlapping moans when he only fastens the peace, you could tell he was only getting closer and closer with each messy body lining in you, ramming right in to the womb. He deeply sighs in the air. “Your insides are pulling me closer and closer— fuck— I won’t last .” He couldn’t form a proper sentence but somehow you caught on with your daze expression you shake your head.
“Please I need you inside. Don’t let a single slip out.” You urge into begging to the man who felt his eyes darken at your order. You’re going to be the death of him, that’s for sure. With your sweet alluring voice that sounds like ocean’s music to his ears, he couldn’t say not you. Jeno has always found your voice to be the most important. He could go on days listening to you.
He grunts. “Anything for you. I’ll give you anything and everything, you just have to ask.” Jeno said like it were a threat because of how serious he was about this. He will do anything and everything for you. Ask for the world and he shall proceed. Ask for the entire seas and he will do so.
You close your eyes tight when he had lean closer to your neck kissing it deeply as he sucks on your exposed necktie and down to your beautiful perky breasts, whilst still completely going rampage inside you by the way he never dared to flaw his pace down. Then the expecting has happened when Jeno deeply exhales a breathe, your insides fuming with Jeno still inside; he has filled you up with his own fluids that has sent you to paradise. He saw stars when watching you pant with him as one, he goes to plant a kiss on your lips to see if you were still with him or perhaps you were still getting over the pleasure.
You return it back slowly, achingly trembling with your thighs shaking underneath the weight belonging to him.
“I love you.” He confesses. “Come with me back home.” Jeno pleads as he held eye contact on your face. He could tell he has surprised you with the sudden plead, the way he was begging to you to accept it.
You murmur. “Home…? Like a human village?” You would reply and he shakes his head.
“It’s more like a city. Home. I want to give you a life you deserve.” Jeno said back as he held your face in his hands, thumb stroking over your cheeks lovingly as you warmly watch him teary eyed.
Home. The repetition of home echoes in your head like it were a forbidden word you wouldn’t ever hear. You nod softly as you cry suddenly bursting into soft tears running down the cheeks. Jeno watches you in awe, never would he thought he would find a girl looking so euphoric and beautiful as crying. The tears of joy touch the deep ends of his heart, as he kisses your forehead.
“I’ll come with you .” You said with a soft smile.
Home is where Jeno is.
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Each OC/self-insert has a very special place in my heart, especially my newest one - Jadie, for she is inspired by my old dog, Maddie (1996-2004) a sweet English Cocker Spaniel who was and always will be, a important member of my family when I was growing up - making Jadie extra special~🫶
If y'all wanna know more about Jadie, I brought her to life in Picrew but fleshed her out with her own BIO when I got more into Bluey, all thanks to my dear buddy, CJ on tumblr. Such a wholesomely super cute show which really tugs at your heart strings and makes you laugh, including me~💙🧡
Jadie | Female | English Cocker Spaniel
Occupation: Sweet Shop Owner
BIO: Was an exchange student at Chilli's school for a year, where she befriended her until she unfortunately had to leave and go back home to England. Although she still kept in contact with Chilli as pen pals over the years.
But when she grew up to the age she is now, Jadie finally got the opportunity to officially move back to Brisbane, Australia and (unbeknownst to her) find a house in Chilli’s neighborhood, and also set up shop as a new sweet shop owner. Although she still has no idea of the lay of the land yet, up until she spotted by the Heelers and a wholesome reunion took place~
Jadie enjoys playing along with Bluey and Bingo’s games whenever she visits or the Heelers visit her. She likes to make a positive out of a negative, and usually has an answer for the kids’ curious (and sometimes cheeky) questions. And whenever she gets bashful or very embarrassed, she hides her face behind her long wavy ears.
I saw a lot of adorable and dashing characters (Bandit becoming a comfort character for me) in the series, but one who stood out the most and I took a strong liking to, was Busker - voiced by Joff Bush, the man behind the show's music. He has real charm, and I adore his voice and personality, his character over all - I thought he'd be make great match with Blueysona~🧡🐶🤎💘💚🐶🤍
Very much so that I was inspired to draw Busker and Jadie on their future wedding day, thanks to Bandit's older bro, Radley and his beloved Frisky getting married, along with Bandit and Chilli's own lovely wedding photo~😊But the main inspiration was the beautiful 'Happy Marriage Song' from the Sailor Moon Cosmos Movie~🥰
I even drew Jadie and Busker's future children - two lovely twin girls called Maddie and Bonnie, in tribute to my two former pet dogs IRL, Maddie (as mentioned above, 1996-2004) and Bonnie (2007-2023) Dearly missed but always loved~💕🙏
Hope you all like, peeps!👍💞🫂 I am super chuffed of how all of this turned out and stay tuned for more Coossy cuteness, coming soon!💗😍
*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*
Busker (c) Bluey/Joe Brumm/Ludo Studio
Jadie (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!)
Jadie Sketch (c) @dragon-cookies/@dragoncookiesdraws
#bluey#bluey oc#blueysona#self insert x canon#canonxoc#busker#jadie#busker x jadie#jadisker#sweet song#wedding#wedding day#fanchildren#twins#twin sisters#maddie and bonnie#collab#dragon-cookies#dragoncookiesdraws#jade-green-butterfly
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Since I wanted to share a few works of mine here's my last ShinRan fic's rough translation. It's called "Do you remember that sunset?" and were inspired by "Eternal Eternity" from Sailor Moon. So it some references to that song.
I'm really sorry for all the grammar mistakes or strange phrases (if there's so), I'm not good at English.
Fluff!
“Do you remember the first sunset we saw together?”
'I'll never forget that' Shinichi almost said. Even if he lived forever, he would never be able to forget the glitter of the setting sun and the gentle smile of little Ran. They were sitting on his bed and looked out the window, just like now, but when they were seven years old. When Ran's mother left her with Kudo’s.
Shinichi just took a look at the pale Ran to guess why. Kogoro and Eri's quarrel again. Each time stronger than the previous one. Each time, Ran stood aside and twirled her favorite pocket mirror in her hands.
Ran hoped it would stop. That two or three quarrels would be enough, but she had to cry more and more. Everything is not the same as it used to be - it's a new truth, it's hard to accept. Only Shinichi's sad look remained unchanged.
Shinichi could feel his anger growing. Two adults couldn't be so stupid. He couldn't move away from Ran in those years. Shinichi covered Ran with his small hand. The icy gaze of his eyes hurled spears at his negligent parents.
Even if it was late at night and his mother told him to not worry, he would dive under the covers with his phone, knowing that Ran couldn't sleep. He didn't talk about Holmes, he didn't bother Ran with detective stuff he loved. He listened to everything Ran had to say to her father and mother. Their mothers were angry tomorrow, and two children laughed together, discussing yesterday's events.
Ran grumbled with him and Sonoko about everything that happened, everything she wanted to say. Resentment, discontent, loneliness, everything that had accumulated in her young soul. Sonoko promised that she would take her with him to unwind at the sea, she was about to persuade her parents. Shinichi promised to go with them, even if he knew that the three children would never seriously go anywhere.
Days and months passed. Spring came after winter as well as new year at school. Shinichi remembered the terrible wind that tore off Ran's favorite hat. He remembered the tall tree he had climbed for it and the bruise he had received. Ran’s quiet "thank you" was all he wanted at that moment.
To Ran, every day seemed like an eternity. Every word of the parents brought the quarrel closer. One day is like another, and time has passed without waiting for Ran.
Ran, Mouri's only daughter, was left alone. She could spend the whole evening playing toys, plugging her ears with headphones to hide from her parents' quarrel, but, in an instant, she would inevitably grab her phone.
Through her tears, she searched for Shinichi's number, trying to catch his first or last name. She accidentally mixed it with Yukiko’s, but Yukiko understood Ran. She promised to persuade Eri to keep Ran with them.
It was easy for her. Shinichi didn't expect that in a few minutes he would see Ran in the living room with a small bag in her hands. As soon as their eyes met, Ran rushed to him. She wanted to see him so badly.
To hear his carrying words to her again. If Shinichi is around, if she could touch his arm, there are two of them. It's not scary if they’re together.
They enjoyed the sky. Yukiko scolds them, but tomorrow, now, the sunset is important. Shinichi squeezed Ran's hand. "You can count on me, Ran, always," Shinichi smiled. His cheeks flushed. Ran didn't need to know that this phrase was from a romance novel.
"Whatever happens?” Ran hesitated, but Shinichi squeezed her hand without the slightest hesitation. He was able to find Ran when they were playing hide-and-seek. And he believed that he would solve all the riddles if it saved her.
"I'm sure. No matter how much time passes, I'm there. It doesn't matter when," he whispered phrases from books. He said every one he could remember, just to make Ran smile. And he was telling the truth, even if it was like this.
And Ran believed. I believed that Shinichi would be there. He will be the one who comes if it is bad, as it is now. As always. As if it were meant to be. As if it was meant to be. Ran could rely on him.
"Lean on me," Ran whispers softly at the end of the sunset. Their slight smiles... A difficult moment that brought them together. Since that sunset we've always been together.
"Still, you lied to me," Ran sighed, noticing that Shinichi’s flashbacks ended. He pouted. "I've been waiting for you for a year, but you...”
"I'm sorry," Shinichi averted his eyes. I knew that ‘I'm sorry’ is not enough. After all, he was there all the time, unable to let go of Ran. While she didn't get more than a phone call.
"I don't know how I didn't figure it out," Ran was smiling now. Forgiveness had to be earned, but it was worth her gaze and their intertwined fingers. It was all worth it. "Conan-kun's hand was like yours... As if deep in my heart I knew...”
"I've gone crazy every time," Shinichi wasn't lying. Every tear Ran shed was his pain. The pain of an idiot who believed he could protect Ran like this. "Your gaze spoke more than words," he sighed. A sad question that had stuck in his head burst out. "Don't you regret forgiving me?"
"No," Ran smiled slyly. This is his first serious mistake. And the remorse in his eyes is enormous. “We have a long way to go. And I want to go through it with you, this time together. Like back then.”
"Together," Shinichi whispered. A single word breathed more warmth than the setting sun. "Together," he repeated, squeezing his hand on Ran's shoulder.
They seemed to be back in childhood among that similar seven-years-old days. Again, the sunset they met together. A sunset that they noticed separately in their rooms when they did not want to fall asleep. Their shared moment is timeless.
"I haven't told you that I missed you yet?" Ran chuckled. Shinichi didn't have to ask. He could see it in Ran's eyes. Her pain and loneliness. "I've thought so many times to go look for you...”
"And you'd found me many times," he exhaled languidly. How many times Ran exposed him? I had to go out of my way to deceive her. Every time Shinichi wanted to admit his defeat. “Do you remember that?”
“Yes... Even though you denied everything, I felt like you were nearby," a breathless whisper, a smile on his face. Ran clasped her hands around Shinichi's waist and squeezed them so tightly that he let out a low gasp. "It's like you've always been there... Like in your phrases from romance novels.”
“Did knew what I was repeating from the books that time?” Shinichi let out a small chuckle. Instead of hugging Ran back, he sat Ran between his legs. Ran blushed thicker than the sunset. Shinichi held her so tight that she couldn't move. "It may seem strange to you, but... Thank you. I’m happy that I’m important to you.”
‘What an idiot!’ Ran wanted to say. From the moment he soothed her as a child, Ran knew that he was important. That feeling was from love, but it's something similar. Friendship. Trust.
She knew she could run over to play with Shinichi if she felt sad. She could call him if she needs to talk. Only his presence made her feel better. All she had to do is find Shinichi.
And even though time slipped forward without a trace, as long as she didn't see him, he was there. In a message, call or a trinket gift - valuable part of his feelings and him. Always with her, no matter how time has passed.
It doesn't matter if fate existed. Ran wanted to believe in the thread on their little fingers. Still, Shinichi's smile at the sunset warmed her heart even more. Shinichi hugged her with a childish smile, not hiding his nostalgia for the sunset. Happy, that they’re a couple now.
Ran turned to Shinichi. A red ray of the setting sun descended on his face. Ran pressed her hand to his warm cheek. Together again from now on.
"Ran, if you'll stare at me, you'll miss the sunset!" Shinichi only teased her. He was thinking of something else, and you could see it in his eyes. "Afraid you won't be able to find me when it gets dark?"
"Don't tease me!" Ran chuckled. She held him with other hand. And didn't want to let go of him. "No matter when, we would still meet again?"
"Trust me. Until the very end, I will watch every sunset here with you," Shinichi whispered softly. He lifted Ran's hands to leave a light kiss on her small fingers. “You won't be lonely.”
"And you promise that you won’t leave me alone anymore," Ran loved to tease him back. Shinichi didn't mind it, he laughed. He deserved it. “Promise?”
"I promise that if something happens, we'll deal with it together," it is no longer a cliché from romance novels. A sincere promise, whispered only to Ran and Ran alone. For her and silent sunset.
"Let's share everything like this sunset," the phrase broke by itself. With a smile, Ran turned to the sunset, a faint arc of the great sun floating over the horizon.
"Then let me share something," the predatory tone of Shinichi voice made Ran laugh for some reason. As soon as Ran turned to him, Shinichi pulled her into a kiss.
Their hands were intertwined, just like when they were children. A small silk thread seemed to tickle their little fingers. It was getting hot in Shinichi's arms.
Sun went below the horizon. Soon they can observe the moon and the stars.
"Ran," Shinichi licked his lips. Whatever he said, he wanted more kisses. "We making stargazing our new tradition? If one of them falls…"
"What you going to wish?" Ran smiled. ‘For us to be close,’ flashed through her mind.
"We've already promised to be together forever," Shinichi's breath tickled his nose. He didn't believe in fate. Any fate, except his and Ran's. “Let's think about what else we can wish.”
"Hmm," it was hard to hide Ran’s red cheeks. As much as she denies it, Shinichi are pretty romantic. Probably too much. “We have a long night ahead... Let's think about it together!”
#dcmk#detco#shinichi kudo#ran mouri#detective conan#shinran#shinichi x ran#shinichi and ran#fanfiction#I used a translator often#I hope it's fine#funny that there are extra 242 words compared to the original for some reason
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The way you write the girls is oddly comforting to me. It makes them feel like less of otherworldly beings, but teenagers trying to navigate their way through life. Which is beautiful in a sense.
Your writing inspires me a lot with my own characters, so please keep doing what you're doing.
If you feel that way toward my take on the girls then that is telling me that I'm doing a great job, thank you!! Srly thank you!
The senshi are all people to me, first and foremost! Yes, Sailor Jupiter is cool! She controls lightning! She can beat up bad guys even harder than regular Mako! She has a frigging DRAGON MADE OF LIGHTING!!
But when I think back on the girls, how I see them, how they make me feel, they are always Usagi, Ami, Rei, Mako, Mina, Haruka and Michiru to me.
People who went through a life like mine, like many other people's, they have flaws, they have preferences, they have bad memories, good memories, they can be lazy, generous, unfair, kind, rude, needy, overly emotional, all of it! They are people.
That is one of the reasons I make it such a point of differentiating them from their past 'selves'. They will be many Sailor Mars', she'll keep being reborn over and over, but there's only 1 Rei. One perfect, beautiful Rei Hino, who was shaped by her experiences and the people around her. There will never be another Rei quite like her.
I really want to drill how important these girls are, especially to each other! Mina's not fighting for a stupid Moon monarchy or another 'who tf knows who she's gonna be' Sailor Moon, she's fighting for Usagi, for all the girls who were there for her as friends, companions and her lover. When in extreme and tragic situations, do you think the girls still keep up the rouse and refer to her as Jupiter? NO! An emotional Usagi is going to scream Mako's name. Because MAKO is who truly matters to Usagi.
This is kind of why I cannot stand the 'duty' talk that is ever so present in the manga.
It undermines how important the girls' HUMAN lives are. Why worry so much about your teammate if you know they'll reincarnate exactly how they are now (which is totally how it works btw, pls do not look up nature vs nurture... Even if u had a clone of yourself, if your life didn't go EXCATLY, AND I MEAN EXACTLY, how it went til now, you'd have a totally different version of yourself).
There will be many more Sailor Mercurys, there's 1 Ami Mizuno. Saeko Mizuno is waiting for her daughter to come back late in the night, praying for Ami to be safe and sound.
If you're more interested in a more magical story about magical girls, that is totally fair! It's just not my focus on my version of sm.
#ask me stuff#i still love the more magical and unrealistic aspects of sailor moon#but my heart will always be tethered to the girls' human selves first!
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