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This is for the 0 people who asked to see the picture of the suncave parry arc btw
#the halo bending upwards is the upper tangent arc (an uncommon halo but not super rare)#the halo bending downward just above it is the parry arc#I took it one afternoon while on my way back to college after lunch#I never pulled my phone out so fast#I cried about it too#this was my SHIT#tempo tantrums
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Was bored and decided to create a silly little one-shot of Errormare for @inkywellcrow 🤭
Who knows, I might get more motivation to make more parts, I might not haha
Baking One-Shot (Errormare) (1.7k words)
Darkxsoulzyxcaliberx
Dream’s birthday (and by extension, Nightmare’s) was only a few days away, and the two most dastardly villains of the multiverse were in the middle of making something for it.
You see, after many decades of struggle, the two guardians grew weary of the constant back-and-forth and had since settled on a truce; No more bloodshed and no more overbearing war meetings. After so long, however, the two had long since forgotten times of peace. It was nothing more than echoes of what could have been, as well as what once was… So, as always in their relationship, Nightmare decided to be the first to extend one of many olive branches that will occur down the line.
To show a sign of good faith and to celebrate the occasion, Nightmare had his boys come up with gift ideas that they would give to his brother. The dark king had hoped that, whatever the gifts may be, that the action alone would show that he intended to support this truce and to keep friendly relations with his other half.
But asking a band of miscreants and murderers was a bad decision in hindsight, and so after many, MANY days of brainstorming, he eventually caved to Horror’s insistence on a birthday cake.
Which brings us to the present…
“Error, you’re whisking batter, not pummeling it into submission.” Nightmare scolded lightly. He wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing, trying not to get too irritated at how sloppy of a job his partner was doing.
“This is stupid.” Error grumbled.
“Error— slower, slower.”
“Don’t— !” His body locked up at Nightmare’s complaining, and he drastically slowed down his pace to a glaringly slow tempo. He gave Nightmare a frustrated look, to which the king easily brushed off. “Don’t tell me what to do. I read the recipe too.”
“Uh huh.” Nightmare deadpanned, setting a metal tray on the counter. “You're also as blind as a bat without your glasses, my dear.”
“They would have just got in the way.” Error huffed. After a few more mixes, he decided that surely was enough of that, and he dropped the bowl into the counter with a loud CLANK. “There. Done mixing.”
Nightmare rubbed his temples. What was that method of reducing stress? Counting back from five? Whatever it was, it surely wasn’t working as well as he had hoped. “Please don’t slam the bowl down.”
“Mmhm.” Error leaned against the counter, dismissive.
For his own mental (and Error’s physical) wellbeing, Nightmare opted to ignore him for a little while. Once he sprayed down the baking pan, he glanced over Error’s work. There was still some dry clumps of the batter mix floating around, but he wasn’t going to correct any of it since he knows how much his partner loves to throw his tantrums. Besides, Dream has been a pain in his ass for decades— the least he can do is crunch on some raw flour to save him from future headaches.
Carefully, he lifted the bowl and poured the mixture into the baking tin. Using a tentacle, he grabbed a spatula he set out beforehand to scrape any excess, and quietly put the bowl down. He gave Error a mild look.
Error met his gaze and paused, looking to either side of himself. “… What?”
“That’s how you put a bowl down. Silently.” Nightmare said, his voice dripping honey and tar.
“Oh, fuck you.” Error griped, rolling his eyes so over dramatically that his head went with it. Nightmare couldn’t help but smile at how stupid he could be.
After making his point, he walked over to the oven with the pan. After opening it with a tentacle (fashioned with a cute little baking mitten), he placed the pan inside and shut it with his hip. Making note of the time, he finally allowed himself to slump against the counter.
Nightmare looked up at the ceiling. How the hell does Horror do this every single day? Willingly?? He couldn’t even imagine how difficult it would be to order his men around such a small space, never mind how destructive all of them already are. Just the thought started to give him a headache…
“So,” Error started. “Why didn’t you ask your uh…” He thought for a moment, his body glitching a little from the effort.
“Horror?” Nightmare offered.
“Yeah— the big, freaky guy— to do this for you? Doesn’t he do this stuff already?”
Nightmare sighed. “… Well… Monster food is magic—”
“Uh. Yeah— I know.”
“I know that you know—“
“Then why say it—?”
Nightmare turned and glared at him. “Just let me talk!” Error held up his hands defensively, glaring right back at him for a moment, before Nightmare eventually continued.
“Well, because monster food is made of magic, then cooking monster food involves magic too. It incorporates the chef’s intent, and can communicate unspoken feelings through each bite.” Nightmare idly messed with one of the spoons on the counter, staring at the oven glass as he spoke. “To put it simply, it has to be made by me. I may not be the best at baking, but he will understand and appreciate the gesture anyways. He is that kind of guy, unfortunately.” He scoffed.
“So why drag me into this?” Error groused. “I couldn’t care less about making ‘Mr.Sunshine’ feel any better than he already feels.”
“Oh.” Nightmare turned to flash a smug look at Error. “Because I didn’t want to suffer alone.”
Error stared at Nightmare. For a long, long moment. A quiet, high-pitched sound began to come from Error’s body— the telltale sign that he was starting to crash. “You’re joking.”
Nightmare shrugged. “Am I?”
Error grabbed the whisk from the counter, chucking it with all his strength at Nightmare. “YOU ASS!! I COULD HAVE LEFT AT ANY TIME?!?”
The king chuckled, letting the whisk hit his shoulder. “Of course you could have. You weren’t obligated to do any of this.”
Error threw his arms around, already hellbent on destroying the kitchen. He ripped the toaster from its electrical socket, threatening to throw it on the ground when Nightmare continued. “But you stayed because you love me.”
That got Error to freeze in place. He stared at Nightmare, bewildered for a few seconds, before slowly lowering the toaster onto the counter. “… Whatever.” He mumbled, stewing.
Nightmare smiled at Error’s obvious admission of defeat, finding himself slowly walking over to him. He stopped a good few feet away, settling on leaning against the counter once more. “You love me, and wanted to help me because you loved me.” He teased lightly.
Error bristled. “I will leave!”
“But then I’d be so sad if you did.” Nightmare touched his own chest, right over where his apple soul would be. “All alone… abandoned…”
Error huffed, crossing his arms. “Good! Feel bad!! Feel bad for tormenting me for HOURS while I slaved away in this kitchen for you!!”
“It was only an hour, dear.” Nightmare chuckled.
“NUH UH!! You’re wrong!!” Error scowled, swinging an arm out to the side and ripping a portal open to a random, unsuspecting world. He gestured wildly to the setting sun. “See!! HOURS!! It’s already growing dark!!”
Nightmare rolled his eye. “Mmhm.” He knew he wasn’t winning this fight.
Error smiled triumphantly, leaning a little closer to Nightmare. The portal fizzled next to them, disappearing soon after. “Apologize.”
Nightmare raised a metaphorical eyebrow at Error. “For what?”
“For being mean and awful and terrible!” Error demanded, counting on his fingers as he went.
Nightmare rolled his eye for the second time. “Mmmmmmno. I don’t think I will.”
Error leaned back, pouting now. “Asshole.”
Nightmare sighed. A brief moment of silence grew between them as they waited for the cake to bake before Nightmare sighed again, shoulder sagging. He looked at the clock hanging on the far wall of the kitchen, then back at the oven glass. The cake wasn’t rising at all.
“… Do you think he will like it?”
Error didn’t look at Nightmare, arms still crossed. After another beat of silence, Error’s shoulders sagged a little and he quietly responded. “What do you mean.”
Another beat of silence. Error didn’t like it. He turned back to glance at Nightmare, only to see the other have his hands folded against his chest in a sort-of self hug. His tentacles were curled inward on themselves, and Nightmare hadn’t looked up once from the oven glass.
It bugged Error. He tried again, softer. “What... do you mean by that?” Nightmare sighed again, a third time, and it was starting to get to Error. He shook his head. “No one hates chocolate cake. If I find out he does, I’m throwing him.”
“Not the cake.” Nightmare answered quietly, though he did smile a little at Error’s threat. The spectacle of the destroyer of worlds tossing his brother like a football was amusing, to say the least. He gestured vaguely, trying to find the right words. “My… message.”
“Message?” Error echoed, clearly confused.
“My intent.” Nightmare tried instead. “It’s… I want this to go well. I want this to be our first steps in making up with one another, and I tried to put as much as I could into this cake… I tried to not fill it with…” he sighed, the fourth time. “… with my lingering feelings of the past.”
Nightmare raised a hand. “I’m certain I didn’t, and I know this won’t make up for everything that has happened between us… but…” He slowly brought his hand back towards himself, back to where it was wrapped around his chest. “I don’t know… I lack the proper words at the moment.”
Not that Error needed all of the words to understand. He thought a little bit before he spoke. “That’s why you asked me to help you with this.” The dots started connecting more in his head as he turned to Nightmare. “You didn’t want to do this alone.”
Nightmare considered Error’s words. “… I suppose I didn’t.”
Error stared at Nightmare, trying to get maybe just a little bit more out of him, before turning to look back at the oven. “… I think he’ll like it.”
“You think so?” Nightmare’s voice sounded uncertain.
“Yeah.” Error shrugged. “He is that kind of guy, like you said.”
Nightmare smiled a little. “I guess you’re right.”
#darkzyx#undertale au#undertale fandom#utmv#undertale multiverse#Undertale multiverse oneshot#utmv Drabble#sanscest#errormare#utmv nightmare#nightmare sans#error sans#utmv error#nighterror#they are so gay your honor#it’s been forever since I’ve last wrote stuff#I’m super rusty#not much beta reading#we die like men#I wrote this on my ipad so I’m hoping there aren’t too many mistakes
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I was surprised there wasn't more fics like this for the fandom. Macho boys need to be soft sometimes....
Zoro x Sanji
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Sanji’s shoes click rhythmically off the cobblestone pavement as he stalks towards the ship. His eyes watch the cracks in the ground and the uneven bumps in the stones until they fall away to crooked lines etched into the wood of the dock.
He doesn’t lift his head as seagulls circle him, their sharp eyes catching the few bags Sanji has dangling from his wrists. He doesn’t take in the sight of sailors throwing barrels onto ships or jostling past him in a hurry to grab more rope, and food and booze from the carts that sit on the edge of the ships.
He doesn’t flinch when the seaside breeze cuts through his hair, plastering it across the wrong side of his face as he climbs onto the Merry. Not even the splash of sea water from below, that soils the cuffs of his pants, can rip him from the haze of his foul mood.
The first time Sanji glances up from the floor, is to watch behind him as Zoro reaches the bottom of the rope ladder. He takes a brief hiatus from his gloom to watch smugly as Zoro struggles to use only his legs to get aboard.
One of his arms is coiled around a barrel of beer, the other is weighed down by as many shopping bags as Sanji could throw at him, topped with a box he’s balancing between his bicep and shoulder that contains large heavy pieces of meat.
The swordman seems to sense he’s being watched because he peaks a look up at Sanji, his eye’s just visible under his bandana.
“You going to help me, Curly?”
Sanji tsks loudly, his brief smile at the other’s struggling twisting into a frown again as he remembers just how pissed off he is.
“Screw you, Mosshead.”
The clack of Sanji’s dress shoes echo across the deck of the ship as he storms off towards the pantry, the door to the kitchen banging loudly behind him as it slams shut.
Zoro blinks slowly, shaking his head as he convinces himself not to think too hard about what has set the cook off. Knowing how temperamental he could be, it could be as simple as an eyelash grazed his eye, or maybe he had to buy a bruised fruit or something.
Zoro decides to ignore the temper tantrum and instead focuses on getting over the side of the ship and safely onto the deck. He kicks the door to the kitchen open, not feeling bad when it slams loudly against the cracking wooden wall. It’s not his fault someone had shut it when they knew his hands were full, and Zoro was not dropping any of stuff in his arms until he knew he’d never have to pick them up again.
“Oi, watch it moss for brains.” Sanji snarls, already halfway through unpacking one of the half full bags he’d decided not to throw at Zoro.
Zoro noisily drops everything from his left arm, the sacks opening and almost spilling their contents, while the box dents on one side. With both arms Zoro carefully drops his booze barrel onto the floor, the only thing he cared about getting safely back to the ship.
“What the hell, idiot. You better not have bruised anything.” Sanji seethes, storming forwards, his eyes not even on the products.
It was clear the cook wasn’t upset about the door, or the dropped goods. No, Zoro knew by now his rival was itching for a fight. Well, if that is the case, he’d give him one.
“What’s your problem, Ero-Cook? You don’t like how I handle them, then you carry them.”
Like expected, his blonde crewmate sucks in a breath before he easily spins his hips and launches a kick at the side of Zoro’s head. The hilt of a sword catches the edge of his ankle, stopping the impact by mere centimetres.
“Isn’t your job on this ship to be the pack mule?” Sanji hisses, leaning forward enough that Zoro can feel a flick of spit hit his chin. “Can you do anything right?”
The next few clashes between the pair are nasty. A pinch of hurt mixes with a wave of fury and frustration as Zoro matches the tempo of the other’s hits. They block, dodge and slam into one another, a litter of bruises and bumps being left in the wake of their moves as they throw insults back and forth.
It’s nothing new, nothing unusual between them, but it feels strange to Zoro. Sanji doesn’t feel like he’s letting off steam, not when one shoving kick almost breaks a rib, or when the next kick almost comes crashing down on his skull at practically full force, hard enough to crack bone. The cook clearly seems upset with him.
“What-” Zoro slams the hilt of his second blade into the side of Sanji’s knee, unbalancing him, “is your-” He steps further shoving into the cook and knocking him back onto his ass, the tip of Yubashiri pointing down at him “fucking problem?”
Sanji’s glare trails from the tip of the blade up to Zoro’s face before he growls back “You. You ruin everything.”
With that, Sanji uses a kick to knock the blade away before he pushes forward, barely lifting off the ground as he tackles Zoro at his knees, knocking him onto his back and briefly winding him.
He probably could have taken the hit, but he’s so surprised that he doesn’t even realise what the cook is doing until he feels two sharp knees digging into the inside of his elbows. His arms are pinned, stretched outwards with his swords as far from his opponent as possible, as Sanji sits heavily on his chest.
Zoro’s so startled by the approach that he goes to swing his head, to whip the sword in his mouth at the hot head, but before he can, Sanji has taken the sword away. For a moment, Zoro thinks he’ll join Sanji in feeling murderous, but some of his anger is quenched when he realises the cook doesn’t toss the blade away, but instead places it carefully above Zoro’s head, just out of reach of his mouth.
“You couldn’t just keep your mouth shut at the market, could you?” Sanji pants, pushing as much weight into his knees so he can, watching Zoro flinch as they push through muscle and pinch at nerves.
“What are you talking about, shit-cook?” Zoro tries to move his arms, he knows he’s strong enough to lift Sanji’s scrawny legs off him, but for some reason, nothing happens.
“You just had to butt in about booze right as I was getting somewhere with that beautiful blonde-haired beauty. You had to open your stupid mouth and ruin it.”
Sanji thinks back to the lady, all curves and soft lines and a small timid smile. The brief laugh she paid him for a weak joke was enough to make Sanji float. He’s sure he could have charmed an evening with her while they were stuck on this island, but big mean and green had to ruin it all, as usual.
“That’s what this is about? You striking out with yet another clueless chick?” Zoro continues to struggle, becoming perplexed that his strength seemed to have left him.
“Don’t call women demeaning shit like that.” Sanji snarls, only refraining from hitting the green bafoon when he notices the other looking worried at his arms twitching uselessly beneath Sanji’s hold.
“It’s not going to work, Mosshead. I’m leaning on a weak point in your arms.”
Zoro’s attention turns back to Sanji, his brows furrowed in thought as though he wasn’t sure to believe the blonde or not.
“Apologise, and I’ll move.” Sanji bargains, his temper subsiding as a feeling of victory settles in his chest.
“Eat shit.”
Sanji grins at the discomfort on Zoro’s face, the sweat breaking out across his forehead as he struggles to get himself back in a position of power. The blonde decides to lean his upper body back, a show of how long he is willing to wait for Zoro to cave. His hands fall lazily behind him as he goes to rest one of them on Zoro’s stomach.
The movement surprises the swordsman, the hand going unnoticed until he felt gentle fingertips dragging across his ribs, pushing at the taut skin. The lack of sight, mixed with an unusual place for Sanji to touch him is enough to cause Zoro to flinch, to let the smallest involuntary gasp through his lips as his breath hitches and his eyes widen in genuine surprise.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Maybe he didn’t notice?
“Oho, what was that Marimo?” Sanji, having literally felt the hitch in breath beneath him, stares curiously at his hand, then looks back at Zoro’s face, the faintest dusting of a blush growing on his cheeks as he suddenly refuses to meet Sanji’s face.
The cook might have just taken the reaction as having hit a bruise, but the discomfort on Zoro’s face makes Sanji curious. So, he does it again.
This time his fingers brush relentlessly over the spot, the touch getting softer as he realises it elicits more of a reaction from the man beneath him. Sanji can’t help the grin that spreads out across his face as the pieces start to click together.
“Oi, Marimo.” Zoro glares a hole through Sanji as he meet’s his gaze, his blood boiling at the sight of the smug expression on the assholes face. “I didn’t know moss could be ticklish.”
Zoro tries to keep his face neutral as he opens his mouth to deny it, to tell Sanji he’s an idiot and to get the fuck off him before he skewers him, but before he can…Sanji squeezes his hip bone, his long fingers coiling into the exposed hollow of his hip.
He thought with all his hard work and training over the years that he could have held back his reaction, hardened his mind until he felt nothing. It doesn’t work. Not with Sanji’s weight holding him down, his arms and swords useless for once, his rival’s touch soft against his skin. This was new, this was terrifying, and this was something Zoro had never prepared for.
He lets out a bark of laughter, his face whipping to the side in embarrassment and panic as he tries to will the flush climbing up his neck away.
Sanji forgets to be angry, forgets he was ever upset, forgets completely about the blonde that started this whole scene. He can feel the echo of the laugh through Zoro’s chest, can feel the panicked breaths that follow against his thighs. His eyes are locked on Zoro’s watery smile, not used to seeing such a shy grin on the swordman’s face.
He squeezes again, Zoro’s eyes twisting shut as though not being able to see what was happening would be enough to make it go away. He loosens his grip slightly, scratching the area instead, his nails bluntly dragging across the cotton of Zoro’s shirt as a groan from his mouth turns to soft giggles.
Sanji is pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breath. It’s like he’s afraid to. That he’ll make too much noise and miss a single sound coming from Zoro’s lips.
“Didn’t think a brute like you could giggle.” Sanji teases eventually, pausing his assault long enough to see if Zoro will answer him, if he is capable of speech.
Zoro is pretty sure he’s going to die. His chest is tight after less than a minute of this. He can’t think, he can’t breathe, his hip feels like it’s been electrocuted and now Sanji’s words are burning him. He can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his limbs will surely snap at any moment. When it does, it’s likely he’ll melt into the wood of the floor.
“What, no quip back?” Sanji is laughing now, joyfully too, not his usual cruel cackle that he uses to taunt Zoro mid-fight.
“Shu-huh-ut up!” Zoro gasps, trying to regain his composure.
He can’t remember the last time someone had pinned him like this, and certainly can’t remember a time when someone ever tickled him like this. He hadn’t even considered he was ticklish, not since he’d grown up.
“Aw Marimo, that’s not very nice.” Sanji’s eyes are practically shining as he leans back with both hands now on Zoro’s stomach, all ten fingers curling into the soft dip just below Zoro’s abs.
Zoro’s eye’s practically bug out of his head at the sensation. Any thought of shutting down his nervous system disappears as he lets out a stream of loud laughter, his legs curling and kicking out behind Sanji, his back arching off the ground, nearly hard enough to push Sanji off him. But the blonde was able to stay on top, his laughter joining Zoro’s.
“Oh, mosshead. I think I’ve found a way to indefinitely win our little fights now. Let’s hope no one outside the crew finds out about this, eh?”
Sanji’s words are too much, too condescending, and sweet and frustrating.
“I-Ihh- I’m go-ahah-gonna cut yo-oho-you’re fucking tongue ou-ouaha-out.” Zoro warns, deadly serious for once. His threat sounding ridiculous though as his voice cracks at the end, his laughter hitting a shriek as Sanji traces a spot just above his pant’s line.
Sanji hums, unimpressed. His hands disappear from Zoro’s stomach and for some reason that’s worse. Zoro’s gaze snaps from the door to the kitchen back to Sanji as he desperately tries to anticipate whatever the fuck the cook is going to do next.
He’s too slow though because he doesn’t feel the hands shoving under his exposed armpit’s until it’s too late. Not being able to drag his elbows into his sides is torture and his shrieking continues as his nerves tingle from his chest all the way to his fingertips.
“I don’t think the world’s greatest swordsman is the only title you’ll ever earn; clearly most ticklish swordsman is already yours.”
It’s the worst comment so far. Mainly because the cook has just fucking admitted he think’s Zoro can achieve his dream. The compliment is weird and warm enough to have butterflies fluttering in his gut while his lungs seize in his chest. His face is beetroot red at this point as Zoro starts to feel like he’ll never escape.
But just as he thinks this, Zoro registers his legs, which have been twisting and convulsing this whole time…Sanji is settled on his chest. Zoro’s legs are completely free. He mightn’t have trained his kicks like the cook, but he can still swing them as well as any other competent fighter.
As Sanji opens his mouth to tease him further, Zoro moves. He brings his knees up with as much force as he can in his position, and they hit Sanji square in his lower back. He knocks the cook forward just enough that one of his knee’s shifts from where they were pinching the nerve in Zoro’s arm and in a blink of an eye he goes from a laughing mess to grappling Sanji’s waist, rolling the pair over until Zoro finds himself nestled in between the blonde’s legs, his hips pining the other’s down.
Sanji is blinking owlishly up at the ceiling, disorientated, and confused at how he ended up in this position.
Zoro wastes no time in hopping up and falling back down on the other’s thighs, preventing any kicks or twists that might come his way. He gives Sanji a second, relishing in the horrified expression on his rivals faces before he digs both his large hands into every inch of skin he could on the blonde’s stomach and is rewarded by a loud wheeze followed by a stream of curses and laughter as Sanji loses it beneath him. His whole being wiggling and convulsing and suddenly Zoro doesn’t feel as embarrassed or weak.
He was going to kill the blonde, tickle him to an inch of his final breath and make him promise to never try this shit again, to beg and cry for Zoro to stop...
But the heated feeling dies in his mind as soon as he thinks it, because Sanji laughs like it means nothing. Like he doesn’t care that he’s being lit on fire by Zoro’s touch. He meets Zoro’s eye like they’re sharing a joke over a drink, like they’ve just surprised yet another unsuspecting crew, he looks at Zoro as if they’re friends…and it kills Zoro. Destroys him in a way he’s not expecting.
So, he stops, his fingers stilling when Sanji’s eyes gather tears and his face is as red as Zoro’s own.
He doesn’t tease him, doesn’t trust himself to say a single word when his mouth has dried, when it feels like cotton in sitting in the centre of his tongue.
“Tr-ucahaha-truce. Plea-ahah-se Marimo.”
Zoro stares at him until Sanji squirms uncomfortably at the silence. He watches the emotions swirling in Zoro’s eyes, his face it’s usual mask of secrecy. The idiot looks lost, like he’s stuck on something particularly complex.
Sanji hasn’t a clue what could be happening in the green idiot’s brain, so he doesn’t push him. Not when he’s still menacingly looming over him, ready to pounce.
Sanji handles him the way he always does when he needs Zoro to comply without needing him to actually agree with him.
“I’ll let you drink a bottle of the good booze if you let me up?”
Zoro grins then, the tension washing away as Sanji offer him something familiar, something safe.
He grunts as he stands, surprising them both when he offers Sanji a hand up.
He takes the hand, letting Zoro pull him to his feet, surprised when the other pulls him close, his breath tickling Sanji’s ear as he hisses “You tell anyone about this, and not even the world’s best sake will save you.”
Zoro pulls back then to glare as threateningly as he can at the cook. Sanji looks stricken, maybe a bit intimidated for a second before he bursts into laughter. Zoro pouts at the response, forgetting none of his intimating tricks work on the pervert.
Sanji gooses his side as he dances out of Zoro’s reach and towards the drinks stash, laughing as he replies over his shoulder.
“Next time I won’t forget to pin you properly, moss for brains.”
The threat sounds more like a promise, like Sanji is already planning his next attack. It makes Zoro uncomfortable, afraid, and slightly excited. The same mesh of emotions he always gets from fighting with Sanji.
Maybe, this would be another form of release for them. Another way to pass the time on the ship and let off some steam.
He tries not to dwell on the fact that a tickle fight was far less acceptable for a pair of terrifying warriors than genuine bruise inducing sparring.
Who could judge them out at sea? Who would learn of what they did on the grand line behind a closed kitchen door.
Zoro wanted to hear that laughter again, wanted to see that grin across the cook’s face…and maybe, he admits quietly in his brain as he takes the first gulp of his drink, he was looking forward to having the cook tease him like that again.
To beat him with a soft touch, rather than a short blunt one.
Zoro needed to drink the entire bottle placed in front of him before he lets his thoughts continue, before he reaches a conclusion, he’s been avoiding for months now.
He holds out his empty cup and receives a scoff in return as Sanji fills it again, the two of them clinking their next glasses together in a silent ‘cheers’.
They’ll figure it out, whatever this is.
They’re nakama after all.
#zosan#one piece#one piece zosan#roronoa zoro#vinsmoke sanji#zoro#sanji#tickle content#tickle fic#fanfic#zosan fanfic#zosan tickle#im sorry#i hope you like it#they'd definitely do this#macho boys can be soft#teasing#wrestling#pining#zosan fluff
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Ateez | You Make Them Jealous
A/N fluff, mentions of cheating, etc.
Hongjoong
You visited Hongjoong at the dorms to hang out with him and the guys
You played a few board games with them before everyone started to get hungry
You decided to go pick up some food for you and the boys
San volunteered to go with you and to help carry the food into the house
Reaching for the house key in his pocket, San made a really bad dad joke about cows
He thought you would find the joke hilarious, but he was left with silence
Walking into the dorms, you retorted smirk, “the only thing I found funny is not your joke, but your believing your joke is funny” This made him pout.
You laughed at him, finding his little tantrum cute
“Noona, you hurt my feelings”
Too busy in your world with San to notice your boyfriend on the couch glaring at you and San
For the rest of the day, Hongjoong angrily stares at San the entire time you guys all sit to eat
Seonghwa
You... Making Seonghwa jealous?
Tbh he’d probably laugh to himself because he knows your game better than you do
He stood near the bar scanning the nightclub when a woman, who looks older than you, approached your boyfriend
You watched from across the room as they genuinely flirted with each other
The girl leaned in for a kiss, but before you could interject what was going on, Seonghwa told her that he was taken already.
He walked to you, placing his hands on your waist and yours around his neck, as you both slowly danced to the upbeat tempo.
“Did you learn your lesson yet, babygirl?” He smirked.
Yunho
Yunho would be hurt that you would even consider trying to make him jealous
He didn’t understand why you had to go out of your way just to make him jealous
He was disappointed in you
He sat you down to tell you how your flirting hurt his feelings
You were beyond confused, furrowing your eyebrow
“Yunho babe, what are you talking about? Make you jealous? Why in the world would you think that?!”
He pondered before saying, “ You’ve been talking to Mingi a lot lately, and I thought that maybe you like him more than you like me.”
You died laughing, “Me. With Mingi? Hahahakakkahaaaa” He stared at you, bewildered that you found a hint of this funny.
“What’s so funny?” He questioned. “Yunho. The reason I’ve been calling Mingi a lot… is that we were trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you. But that obviously failed.”
He was not expecting that. He didn’t know what to say. “So there’s nothing going on between you two?” “Nothing at all,” hugging your gigantic baby.
Yeosang
You and the boys huddled around the tv as The Suspect starring Gong Yoo played on the screen
You were snuggled up to Yeosang on the couch while the others either sat in beanbag chairs or on the floor
There was a scene where Gong Yoo appeared shirtless as he climbed the top of a mountain
This causes you to gawk at his body, in glory
Your boyfriend, however, side-eyed you
For every shirtless scene, you couldn’t help but be in awe
“Angel, who do you think is better, me or Gong Yoo?” He whispers.
“Duh, obviously Gong Yoo,” you stated. Yeosang rolled his eyes.
“So are you saying that you would choose Gong Yoo over me?”
“Of course…”, you paused. He looks down, feeling hurt by your words. “I’m just kidding, sweetie,” you kissed his cheek and turned your attention back to the movie. You didn’t notice, but your boyfriend stared at your profile for the next 30 minutes blushing the entire time.
San
San and you were in a secret relationship. He didn’t tell anyone that you were dating, not even his members, worried that it would make his members uncomfortable since you visit the dorms often
So you guys decided to act like close friends around them
One night, you and the boys were drinking when Yunho brought up playing truth or dare
All nine of you sat in a circle in the living room
Wooyoung started off the game, pointing to Hongjoong, “Hongjoong hyung, I dare you to text your ex.”
The game went on like that for a few minutes, then it was Yeosang’s turn to ask truth or dare.
He looked around in search of a new victim when his eyes landed on Seonghwa and smirked.
“Seonghwa hyung,… do you like y/n?” You were shocked but didn’t react much. Why would he have a crush on you?
Seonghwa stared at you smiling softly, “Yes, I like y/n.”
You were surprised by his reply. You never that he would like you any more than just friends.
“So, what do you say? Do you perhaps want to go on a date with me?”
Still shocked by his words, you didn’t even notice your San waiting for your response
“Yeah y/n, what do you say?” He smirked condescendingly
Realizing you weren’t going to say it, San interfered, “She has a boyfriend already.”
Seonghwa questioned, “Oh really? Who?”
San scooted closer to you, placing his arm around your waist while pushing you further to him
“Me.”
Whenever you visited him in the dorms, you were constantly pulled in multiple directions, as each member wanted to hang out with you
It was a normal occurrence that happened every time you visited your boyfriend
Sometimes you barely had enough time to spend with San
Mingi
You were brainstorming gift ideas for you and Mingi’s 100th day but had no clue what to get him
You were sitting on your side of your shared bed texting Wooyoung
You wanted to gift him something that was both meaningful and useful
As you’re smiling to yourself while texting Wooyoung, your boyfriend walks in and joins you on the bed
“Who’s got you smiling so hard?” He asks curiously in a way that doesn’t seem invasive.
“I’m texting Wooyoung about something” You smile not looking up from your phone
“Why are you texting him late at night? Is there something going on that I should be worried about?” He lays his head against the headboard, arms crossed and legs splayed out.
You finally look up at him and notice a hint of jealousy on his face? “Mingi, what’s going on with you? You don’t seriously think I’m cheating on you with your best friend, do you?”
He stares at you, as he answers in silence. You know he’s not going to give up on this topic, so you just soul the beans about everything.
“Fine! You want to know!” You sigh. “Are 100th day is coming up and I wanted to get you a special gift but I couldn’t think of any ideas. So—”
“So you asked Wooyoung,” he finishes your sentence for you. You then nod. “I’m sorry for how I overreacted. I promise it won’t happen again. It just really made me angry that someone else was making you smile that much and not me.” He frowns and hugs you tight.
“It’s okay. Do you forgive me?” You ask.
“Of course, princess,” he smiles in your embrace.
Wooyoung
Just like Seonghwa, he would play your game
But he kinda takes things too far
You flirt without realizing when you’re drunk, never intentionally flirting with other men
He was mad because you knew this habit of yours made him jealous
Now he wants to turn the tables
He’d flirt with various women in front of you and would occasionally look your way to see if you were still watching
Then he would dance with them in a way he usually did with you
You pulled the girl away from your man by her shirt, “You had your turn, move”
Wooyoung was shocked, he didn’t expect you to react in that way
He quickly masked the shock with a smirk
Jongho
mission accomplished
You made Jongho jealous
Now he feels insecure about himself
He felt like he wasn’t good enough for you and that was the reason why you were flirting with other men
Little did he know, you weren’t trying to flirt with them
They approached you and attempted to make a move on you
But failed
You kept telling them that you were taken
Smiling ear to ear as you drunkenly bragged about your boyfriend being all strong and manly
And if they kept trying to pursue you that he would break them
Literally…
#kpop#kpop headcanons#kpop imagines#kpop reactions#ateez#ateez reactions#ateez x reader#ateez scenarios#ateez headcanons#ateez seonghwa#ateez hongjoong#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez mingi#ateez san#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho
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hello, i wonder if the wizards were to swap their powers around so they all got one of their brother’s powers, who would be most vs least suited for each power??
Hi yes hello anon, I work for @solariaswitch, or rather she's my investor and owns like 80% of me. But!! I'll gladly take the ask off her hands, hope that's okay <3
I was gonna type this separated by power, but I noticed that it didn't give me the chance to talk about every wizard as much as I wanted because I'm a little stupid, so I'm doing it per wizard instead.
『 OGRON 』
I can't start this off without putting the deranged take out there that, considering his own main power, he might've handled/used the other wizards' powers before. It's not impossible. Would probably put him at an advantage if a power swap situation were to occur. That being said? I think he'd like Anagan's least in a combat setting specifically, but not by a lot. Could definitely still work with it if necessary, I just don't see Ogron as someone who enjoys running for a LONG period of time, let's just say that.
Now, would he like Duman's or Gantlos' better? I'm gonna say Gantlos'. Do I have a solid reason beyond 'the enhanced senses might throw him off a little'? Yeah, actually. Ogron's way of using it could perhaps take it to a different level than Gantlos, not necessarily better or worse, just different. Uses it on a smaller scale rather than go full natural disaster, doing less damage overall, but being more focused and precise. Safe option. I think he can do it.
『 GANTLOS 』
Do NOT give this poor man Anagan's super speed either. I keep imagining his legs moving before the rest of him is ready, just violently yoinking him along, pulling him in a direction with the smallest step. I'd like to think his movements have weight to them, if that makes sense? So giving him powers that are all about swiftness and literally speed just doesn't sound like a good idea. Would probably be scary though.
I'm on the fence whether he'd handle shapeshifting okay. On one hand I think the enhanced senses would negatively impact him the least, but I don't see him enjoying the actual transforming part of the whole thing, which is pretty important. BUT would he like it more than Ogron's? I don't know either. I mean, the converting damage into strength part could work out for him, I guess? Both powers are quite versatile in the sense that they're both about adapting and doing so quickly, and I already said quick is simply not for him. Okay unhinged take, give him shapeshifting. Ask me to elaborate and I'll disappear mysteriously.
『 ANAGAN 』
Okay so, I'm gonna come out and say he would dislike Gantlos' powers for the same reason Gantlos would dislike his, sort of. It's not his tempo and he's very light on his feet, tries to stomp and might break his leg. Not ideal. I'm gonna come out a second time to add shapeshifting to his 'no' list as well. He likes his powers a bit more uhhh normal. Let's put it like that.
Give him Ogron's powers. PUT HIM IN CHARGE. The audacity of me to go "he likes his powers normal" and then give him this wow. Anyway, I think that out of everyone, he'd handle them best. Quick thinker, a straightforward plan enthusiast, what more could you need? The major downside of it is of course that his own powers don't allow for as much different use as Ogron's do, but that'd be a good thing. I believe in him. He's level-headed enough for it to not get to him, if that makes sense?
『 DUMAN 』
I think he'd be upset with any power that's not his, honestly, also like a majority of the powers, if not all, would genuinely drive him insane and I'm not sure if I mean that affectionately. Gantlos' seismic bs and super strength? Suddenly develops some very serious anger issues. Or enhances the ones he already has, depending on how you view him. Goes clap clap and stomp stomp for funsies, throws cars, experiences the most unhinged tantrum known to man and makes people explode. Probably wouldn't do too well with Ogron's powers either, the general population, I mean. COMPLETELY loses the plot. Being able to pretty much copy any power simply cannot be good for him. Not to dunk on my boy and say he has power hungry hysteria potential. But. Yes I will say that.
Least offending option? Anagan's speed. Final answer. Since he's already pretty physical in his combat style, y'know? It'd be a bigger challenge for him to dress in a way that allows for mobility than it is to figure out how to work with super speed. Might turn into a speedy meat grinder, but just put a leash on him or something, easiest power to keep him in check with probably. Hopefully.
To summarize:
Give Ogron Gantlos' powers, Gantlos gets Duman's, Anagan gets Ogron's and Duman gets Anagan's. That is best case scenario, least problems for everyone. Worst case scenario though? There's some overlap so unless multiple people can get Anagan's, there isn't really a worst. His powers are not popular, poor guy. No actually, the WORST scenario is the one where Duman gets all.
Crazy how the original Trix ask was mine?? Go figure lmao.
#big post sorry#i got carried away#just a little#really called duman insane with my whole chest my bad#my bad or my GOOD?#HM?#no probably bad#i think i like#stopped making sense halfway through this#i suspect i'm#slipping into summer hibernation#i've been so sleepy#winx club#winx headcanons#winx villains#wizards of the black circle#winx ogron#winx gantlos#winx anagan#winx duman#if i change my mind on any of this? whoops#maybe i'll take another look when i don't pass out every hour or so
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After a few hours of conversation between Eli and the two maestros, Tempo's magical artifact trembles slightly, signaling that it is time to use its power to return to the key moment that will prevent Elicia's tragedy.
Eli hands the completed watch to Tempo and the maestro attaches the protective casing. A small bow and with the watch in front of Elicia, she lets loose the phrase to whom all the vicitors to the test tell them.
"Elicia Gutierrez, I grant you the power to change destiny as a second chance.
Please, the blue light you must touch."
Eli determined touches the center of the watch and the time goes back. Balan stood there contemplating as time moves backward in film form in a dark expanse, for this is the first time the WonderWorld maestro has seen this spectacle in person.
"Amazing, Tempo's power is off the charts. What a show like this for reference will do me, haha!"
The clock stops after reaching the key point and Tempo puts her watch away.
"Eli...I congratulate you on your decision to take this test and also..."
"...For passing the Balance test."
Balan gives a bow dance and removes his hat, thus revealing his face.
"Ah"-Eli was so astonished that she froze for a moment.
"Eli?"-Balan approaches with an expression of doubt and concern for the visitor's astonishment.
"Dumb Balan!"
"What? Why?"-exalted the man at Eli's little tantrum.
"If you had revealed that handsome face, I would have preferred to be your wife and get you out of here!"
Eli approaches and flirts Balan with her gaze. Tempo didn't hold back letting out a few laughs and Balan was already feeling that awkwardness because the woman looks so much like Tempo physically that it was seeing the maestro herself.
"But Elicia Gutierrez, how can you say that! You're a married woman!"
Eli, with a sneer, pulls out of her jacket pocket her wedding ring and places it on her left hand index finger and shows it off to the maestros . Balan already knew this, but Tempo, who didn't dare to fully see Eli's life, ended up finding out at the end of the test.
"Oh, so you married .... with Margaret!"
"What? Balan, you know her?"-Eli's eyes widen in surprise.
A light laugh comes from the maestros and they look at each other, then at Eli-"We're maestros and we knew millions of people. Margaret we remember for her tantrums about marriage, but hey, don't tell her anything." Balan gestures for silence.
"Ho~hohohohoho~, the trouble she gave us over the engagement ring..." Tempo laughed as she agreed on the challenge they both had and that she grew fond of her despite Margaret's stubborn nature at the time.
Eli, relieved, let out a thin smile proud of her current wife.
"I'm glad Maggy's changed, and even more so since we adopted our little girl."
"Oh my stars, I'm an aunt! Balan!!!-Tempo shouts in excitement and shakes Balan by grabbing his left arm. Balan stops her with a small smack on the girl's head. The older sister was excited about so many things that her sister did throughout her life and were not shown in the opportunity test due to certain priorities.
Calmly, Tempo looks proudly at her sister, for the present she built with Maggie.
"I hope someday getting to know them better is possible."
"I hope so, sister."
Tempo clasps her hands to her chest and could feel her heart pounding inside her maestro suit.
"Ever since I came here, I knew that no one knows what the future will hold for us of challenge, but if we are able to change it if.."
"Sis..."
The pocket watch starts to chime. It is time for departure. Eli hugs her sister, and Alicia kisses on Eli's forehead.
"Eli, you are a wonderful and brave woman. Please take care of yourself and also think that there are people who love you like me, mom, your wife and your daughter...don't make rash decisions and talk about your doubts and fears with them, that's why you appreciate them so much."
Tempo hugs Eli tightly as Eli hugs Tempo. The maestro lets out a sigh and murmurs sadly, "If I could have been with you, I would have taken care of you as best I could and given you advice...but my role in WonderWorld prevents it. I implore you not to do crazy things, like I did."
"Yes, sis."
Eli separates from her big sister and hugs Balan.
"Balan, I thank you so much for taking care of my sister. I know now that she is not alone. You are with her through everything and thank you for giving us the time to talk to her."
"I insist to ask you not to take action without thinking about it first. Take care of yourself and be happy and maybe we will see each other again if your heart becomes unbalanced."
"Yes."
Eli turns away from the maestros and Tempo lets out a shout.
"Eli!"
"Sis?"
"Eli, please be Nicolas' big sister that present I couldn't be. I too would have loved to meet him and give him the love like the one I was barely able to give you..."
"-Alicia..."-the moved Eli tried to avoid crying again so as not to regret leaving Alicia.
"Whatever it is, we will always be siblings, after all, the three of us will always be Rosario Gutierrez's children. Consider that please, Eli."
"Hehe, I'm an unselfish person, but I'll do it for you. I love you sis."
"And I love you, my Ladybug."
Eli walks through the door and disappears inside in front of the blanket of light.
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7/29/23 Fears prompt @allaboutnalu for Nalu Week 2023
Levy gently places her hand over her best friends, coaxing her to relax. “Try not to worry and have a little fun tonight Lucy, we’re celebrating your freedom.” The two women are at their favorite bar to drown their stress in alcohol, music, and maybe some eye-candy but who’s gonna snitch? It is a comfortable place that they’ve been coming to since their college years, and since they know some of the employees, they even get drinks for free sometimes.
“I can’t help it,” Lucy sighs. “Everything’s still so fresh,” she absentmindedly reaches up and touches her left cheek below her eye where it was punched a week ago. Thankfully, the bruising has gone down and it’s just tender still. This is the first time in probably a year that she’s been to this bar or really spent the night out just with her girlfriends because of her ex’s controlling behaviors. “Dan just won’t leave me alone. I’ve even seen him driving past my job or home like he’s keeping tabs.”
Lucy Heartfilia has just gotten out of an abusive relationship with her ex-boyfriend Dan. It started out like so many domestic abuse situations where they are perfect gentlemen, sweet talking, and romantic, but slowly and surely the psychological manipulation began. Guilt-tripping her when she wanted to hang out with her friends or visit her own family. Making excuses for why he wanted to drive her to and from work. Throwing tantrums when he didn’t get his way, verbally berating, or making rude comments about her appearance only to switch gears and be extremely apologetic. Dan would tell her he’d commit suicide if she left him, and so the guilt also kept her from leaving for fear that he might actually go through with it. Of course, it’s all a trap, to lure her back in emotionally and make her feel like things will get better.
It was always that hope of change that she hung onto as the cycle repeated itself again and again. Abuse and repentance. But there’s only so much someone can take, and thankfully for Lucy she has the support of a best friend that will not let her fall. Yeah, it’s great to be free, but there is always the sense of fear and dread when she must walk outside alone, like when she’s leaving her apartment building or office, or even shopping at the store. What if Dan makes good on his threats? She’s never been such a nervous person before that it’s sad how one bad relationship can leave a person tainted for the rest of their lives.
“Did you go to the court house to apply for the restraining order?” Levy queries.
“I did.” Lucy responds. “The process server is supposed to serve him tomorrow.”
“Good,” Levy responds with an approving nod. “Then if that bastard comes near you, the cops can throw him in jail!” She looks around to see if the server’s nearby before standing up. “I’m gonna run to the restroom, if the server comes by can you order me another drink?”
“Yeah, sure,” Lucy smiles. “I’ll make sure to.”
With the music an even tempo of soft alternative and pop, nothing to dance or too lively, it lulls the listeners into a pleasant mood. Lucy really misses coming to this ambient atmosphere after a hard week of pursuing and writing articles instead of going home to an unhappy relationship. If only… Her eyes narrow in towards the front entrance, widening in a flash as she sees Dan step through the threshold.
“Shit!” She grits her teeth and scoots down in the booth. “I knew it!” Lucy just knew he’d likely come looking for her since he knew this is a favorite hang out spot.
Lucy scans the room, eyes flitting around for a way to avoid being caught by him. She can’t get to the front door because it’ll take stepping into the open for him to grab her, and she rather not get trapped in the restrooms... Maybe, she keys onto the bar counter… maybe if she can get to the bartender she’ll at least have an ally to help her. Using the columns and darker areas along the walls, Lucy weaves through other patrons towards the bar counter.
“Lucy!”
Her body stiffens at the familiar angry voice and cringes when she sees Dan yelling and waving frantically while he picks up his pace. No, no, no! As he pushes through the crowd, Lucy sprints the final few feet and grabs onto the first guy sitting alone at the counter. Pink-hair, taller and fit wearing a nice buttons down business shirt and slacks like he just got here from an office. Under other circumstance she’d be ogling the guy not crashing his evening. “Hey babe!” She weaves her arm around his solid bicep. “Sorry I’m late!” Lucy leans close and whispers through a gritted smile, her eyes desperately focused and appealing. “Please play along!”
Just as Dan reaches them, the male who’s eyes at first startles from the intrusion, quickly catches the hint and pulls Lucy in, planting a kiss on her cheek, and all the while side-eyeing the other male. “It’s fine baby, I just got here too.”
“What the fuck!” Dan forcefully grabs the strangers shoulder and pushes while reaching for Lucy’s arm, but the stranger sweeps Lucy aside out of Dan’s way, further enraging him.
Placing Lucy behind him, the stranger stands up from the bar stool and holds his hand up to Dan’s chest without actually touching him. “What the fuck is right!” The pink-haired male menacingly narrows his gaze. “I suggest you back off buddy, I don’t give a damn who you are, but the lady clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you!”
“This ain’t your problem, asshole, she’s my girlfriend!” Dan spits back.
“No, I’m not!” Lucy screams as tears trickle down her cheeks. “You abusive bastard, I’ve got a restraining order on you so leave me alone! We’re done!”
Dan ignores both their statements and makes another lunge to reach for Lucy, but the stranger open palm pushes at Dan’s chest, forcing him to stagger back a foot or two. “Leave!” The stranger snaps, growling his words. “She’s my girl now, and if you keep harassing her I’ll make you sorry!”
At the strangers confirmatory words, Dan roars and lunges at the man who sidesteps and retaliates with an uppercut to his stomach, knocking the wind out of Dan who crumples to the floor coughing. Just as Dan tries to get to his knees, the bouncers are now there and grab him by his shoulders, one on each side they start pulling him away as he continues to shout profanities.
It’s over.
Lucy slumps against the bar top, leaning on it to stop from falling as the adrenaline rushing through her body begins to wane. “Thank you,” the words trickle out in a soft tone laced with held back tears. “Thank you sir, thank you so much,” Lucy repeats over and over.
“Lu!” Levy also finally manages to break through the gathered crowd and rushes to her friends side, pulling the blonde into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here!”
“It’s over, Levy,” Lucy gently sobs a mixture of elated relief. “Thanks to this nice man here.” Now that she can breathe easier, she realizes this stranger is even cuter than she originally noticed. He has gorgeous green eyes that sparkle in the disco-type lights panning the room. The man’s smile also conveys a happy lightness that pulls you in deeper and wanting for more. She feels a bit of warmth brewing over her cheeks, but could anyone blame her after such a harrowing save by this hero?
Levy turns to the stranger while still holding her friend. “I’m Levy, and this is my bestie Lucy.” Her head tips to the side and eyes flit to the front door to accentuate the who. “That guy’s been stalking my friend, so thank you so much for helping her! He might’ve kidnapped her if he got to her.”
The stranger smiles. “It’s nice to meet you both, and don’t worry, I’m happy to help out a pretty lady in need. I’ve dealt with a lot of dumbasses over the years, so I’m used to it.”
“I bet,” Levy chuckles. “It’s a nice reminder that good guys still exist.”
Here they are chatting like old friends yet they don’t even know his name. Lucy pulls away from Levy to finish wiping away the remaining tears and clean herself up. “So, what’s you name sir?” She finally smiles genuinely. “Is there anything I can do for you, perhaps buy you a drink to thank you?”
The man pulls out a card holder and hands Lucy a business card. “Detective Natsu Dragneel at your service,” he smiles and winks. “A drink is fine, but what I’d really like is your number and to take you out to dinner if you’re up for it.”
A surprised gasp lets out as Levy looks to see Lucy’s face turning cherry red. Having known each other for years, she knew exactly what her best friend is thinking. “Yes!” Levy squeals while pushing Lucy closer to the man. “She’d love to!”
“Levy!”
#nalu#tw: domestic violence mention#fairy tail#nalu week 2023#natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#nalu fic#lol I’m so proud of my edit cause I added the guy and it looks like it was originally there 😌
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JummBox: Part 2
We're back with more tunes inspired by "The Locked Tomb"! Why? Because why not? This doesn't have a specific theme, only that I wanted to musically express what went on in parts of Nona The Ninth that I loved.
This is my 7th creation. Dedicated to The Sixth House's necromancer and cavalier, this features piano intertwined with each other, plenty of strings and drums, something new, a life too short and a love too long, a reminder to go loud, and panning (best listened with headphones so you may hear the piano parts better).
This is my 8th creation. Dedicated to Chapter 19, this features a fast-paced tempo, prominent drums, a sort of remix on "Nona Loves You" (for this is Nona but also distinctly not Nona...she's mad and refuses to be locked up), and a lack of screaming blood and sound but we make do.
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Viktor (Arcane) - Soft Alphabet
Pairing : Viktor x gn!reader
Genre : headcanon, sfw, fluff.
Warnings : none.
Credits : the template of this prompt was created by @writing-prompts-by-sybil. Thanks for sharing your ideas 🧡
Notes : Hi pals ! Here's a little SFW alphabet for our dearest Viktor, from Arcane (I'm just so soft for him). The idea is to do alphabet prompts with each letter of the character's name, but don't hesitate to request other letters for them if you want to !
Have a nice day my loves 🌻
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Viktor is a workaholic, and he knows it. The fact is, he assumes you're as aware of the matter as he is, and are alright with it. Assuring the security of Piltover, and giving a chance in life to people, comes with sacrifices. In his mind, what he does for a living contributes to your own happiness, and he can have quite a hard time to grasp why people don't always see it his way. It is why I picture him needing an independent and chill partner.
However, in the beginning of your relationship, and depending on your own needs, his behavior could have lead to a few argues.
It was quite hard for Viktor to grasp the problem at first, given that you started dating him knowing how he functions, and I imagine him being a little too stubborn about your tantrums at times. If there's one thing Viktor will targue himself about, despite his many insecurities, it's the fact that he chose not to change, not anymore, not for anyone. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Jayce, who one day had enough of the situation and decided to kick some sens into his best friend's mind, you both might not have been together for much longer, despite the affection you shared for one another.
Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?
Viktor would be a total mess.
After the initial shock of your health state passed, he will try to find his own solution, and won't hesitate to require meeting after meeting with your appointed doctor.
If desperate, that man could actually have the very bad idea to go consult that doctor from the Under City. However, he wouldn't let him get close to you in any circumstances, and would analyse a million time each and every possibility he gave him before acting.
His own health being what it is, he won't take yours for granted (and won't let you laugh about it), and will make sure you get out of the hospital with a long-term healing program. Give it to him to suddenly find the time in his agenda and be right at your side at your appointments, taking notes of your medical needs, and not letting you go out of the office until he's totally sure you understood every term used. You will certainly have him catching up his work in the incomfortable waiting room, because work stays work, but have no doubt that his presence is a testimony of his feelings for you.
Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Hell yes.
I do picture him as demi-sexual, and with it (and his dedication to his work) comes the fact that he never took time for developing an actual relationship. He's a mess when it comes to see the hints from potential lovers, and probably missed his chance more than once. His first kiss might have been stolen by some hot investor at one of the rare party he (was forced to) attend to, and he didn't find any interest in it.
You crashing into his life and filling his all being with tender butterflies actually felt like an earthquake to him. It took him years to make peace with what he calls his "disinterest to love", and then, there you are, proving him wrong in all your glory.
Your first kiss must have been a sweet, adorable mess, that you both secretly cherish to this day. Noses bumping against each other, missed tempo, soft laughs, all wrapped up into the quiet of your embrace.
But, oh boy, Viktor is a quick learner. He jumps straight in each new passion of his - you being his absolute favorite. He's not a peck person, oh no. If you kiss, you kiss.
He loves taking it slow, needs the reassuring sensation of your arms around him. He's a bitter. Lips, jaw, neck, everything he can reach will be his playground. It gives him the opportunity to tenderly ravish your skin after that, pretending to soothe you because he still thinks he needs an excuse to loose himself in you.
Time - What are their future plans?
The fact is, Viktor has the bad habit to think that what he is absolutely certain of - like the fact that you're both deeply in for the rest of your life - is also clear as day for the rest of the world.
In this perspective, he can give the sensation that he lives your story on a day-to-day basis. If it can be quite reassuring in the first months of your relationship, giving you the time to figure out your own feelings, with the years going by, you could need some reassurance.
Communicate about it, because this man, as genius as he is, won't be able to understand it at all if you're not blunt about it.
Orange - What color reminds them of their s/o?
Blue. Blue like the peace, calm, soft happiness you bring into his life. Whatever your personality may be like, and even if you're a spicy little thing, you remain the anchor he needs in his life.
Your hugs are what will always comfort him the most, your words a succession of reassurance. You're his sky, sun and stars reunited, as he once wrote in a messy little poem, after a few drinks (and that Jayce shamelessly stole from him and uses as a leverage since then).
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
He's a creative. He's too shy to give you loud declarations, whether in words or acts. Subtlety is more who he is. Viktor is a romantic in his own way. He believes in love forever. You're his person, you're into his heart for the rest of his life.
Like always, he can be a little lost in his mind, and will forget to remind you how much he adores you. I hope you're quite low key about displays of affection, because you won't receive that much from him on a daily basis. However, don't hesitate to act upon your own feelings. It's a way to reassure him and to slowly remind him that this is a way to be in a relationship.
#arcane#arcane headcanon#arcane alphabet#arcane writing#arcane sfw#arcane fluff#arcane league of legends#arcane viktor#viktor x reader
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Every time someone mistags their “spilled ink” “fyp” poetry or stock photography as #sky children of the light, I’m gonna reblog it with that really close up picture of a moth
Might even make a side blog specifically for it 👀
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Just spent like an hour writing this and I'm sure its full of awkward and repetitive sentences but whatever. Enjoy some lovey cute t4t transbian smut
Two girls lay in bed, nearly 2am, finally settled down after playing video games together all night. Lily, the tall, lanky girl, is the big spoon to Phoebe, about a foot shorter than Lily.
Lily wears a pear of form fitting boyshorts, and Phoebe wear some pretty satin panties. The bulge of Lily's girldick is nestled in Phoebe's supple butt. She's too embarrassed to admit it but the feeling of her girlfriend's bulge pressed against her cleft makes her feel really safe and comfortable. She's really dorky.
Unbeknownst to Phoebe, Lily really felt like treating her girlfriend tonight.
Lily started by rubbing up and down her girlfriend's sides, stimulating her girly hips and the sides of her sensitive hormone boobs. The sensation of being felt up elicited a few embarrassing noises in affirmation from Phoebe. Lily held her closer and tighter.
Lily began to adventure into more risky areas, around her nipples and in between her thighs, as well as lazily grinding herself into her girlfriend's butt. Phoebe still didn't have much of a reaction to the sensitive caress, after all she was half-asleep.
Lily moved down to her girlfriend's diminutive cock, circling her crotch with her hand for a moment before pulling her panties down and cupping the girly thing with her hand.
Lily began to slowly and at a steady pace, caress the underside of her girlfriend's half-hard dick, just barely allowing any stimulation to that little part of her.
At first, Phoebe didn't really pay mind to the sensation. Sure, it felt good, but it wasn't all that stimulating or mind-blowing, so she just let it happen and expected to just lay and enjoy the small act of service until they both fell asleep. Though, as the minutes passed, Phoebe found it increasingly hard to ignore the delicate little strokes her girlfriend placed on her sensitive parts. It began to come in waves, every minute or so, a rush of intense arousal electrified her little dick, drawing out short, involuntary moans from the girl.
The waves grew stronger and stronger, and Phoebe couldn't help but ask her girlfriend to go faster, but Lily ignored her, keeping her slow and agonizing tempo. Phoebe began to pathetically hump up into her girlfriend's touch as she moaned, though this barely helped satisfy her as she just grew more desperate and desperate.
She began to grasp at the bedsheets and thrash wantonly, as if throwing a pitiful tantrum over the lack of stimulation to her poor useless dick. Lily consoled her and cooed over her, shushing her whines and using her stronger arms to keep Phoebe from moving too erratically. Phoebe eventually gave up her little tantrum as her eyes teared up and she began to beg for an orgasm.
"please please please mommy I can't take this please grasp my little dick so I can cum in your hands mommy I just want to spurt so badly I love you mommy please please please"
But Lily just laughed warmly and continued to ignore her, keeping her steady stroking pace.
As Phoebe's orgasm neared the edge ever so slowly built she began to leak uncontrollably, making a little puddle on her tummy and covering Lily's fingers. Lily scooped some up with her free hand and shoved it in her girlfriend's mouth, where Phoebe obediently licked up the mess.
Her moans were so constant and whiny and her dick wouldn't stop gushing little loads of pre all over her tummy. As she tipped over the edge, Phoebe expected the orgasm to be explosive, but linstead she just suddenly felt a rush throughout her whole body as her cock weakly squirted a tiny load onto her stomach. Her arms and legs shook and shut down, all she could do was hold onto Lily's arm and ride it out out as she moaned and repeated "oh my god", it seemed to last 10 minutes before she came down.
Lily couldn't believe how fucking adorable that was. She wants to do that do her girlfriend every night now.
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Put Alicent and Rhaenyra in a room together after Luke took Aemonds eye, and you know shit would go down.
Alicent wants to be over Rhaenyra but she can't, her heart still beats at the Rhythm of her- their old song, the song of children sitting under a crying tree, one girls head on the lap of another, while the other reads a story.
Alicent may not be sure of alot of things, but the way Rhaenyra looks at her, the way Rhaenyra's lilac eyes bore into her, tearing her open just by looking at her own brown ones, she knows that Rhaenyra knows her effect on her. Alicent wanting to harshly pull down Rhaenyra's iron shield just so Alicent could see Rhaenyra cry.
Alicent finds out that day that she doesn't even need to pull down anything.
Rhaenyra gives it to her willingly, the moment the words ' forever lost me ' Exited her lips, Rhaenyra's wide eyes make way on her face, then Rhaenyra lunges at her.
Rhaenyra on her knees, saying that she can't lose Alicent Forever, forever is a long time without the beautiful girl with auburn hair and honey eyes, Forever is too much, too long, to cruel to even say.
Rhaenyra wonders how Alicent could say those words, and be surprised when her reaction was anything but accepting? How could Alicent be so ready to make Rhaenyra lose her, her own life, her own heart and head, the woman Rhaenyra thinks about as she sleeps with others.
Rhaenyra hates Alicent, bite on leather and clothes, if she had claws, she'd probably rip Alicent's heart out so easily.. but if she had claws and did rip Alicent's heart out, she would preserve it, she would want to see it beat and then rip her own heart out to see of they beat the same..
Rhaenyra knows they do, but she wants to see them beat together, thumping, bleeding, red, moving at the same tempo together, pumping blood to their bodies as they bleed out. If Rhaenyra had claws, she'd make sure they both die, because if Alicent dies Rhaenyra might have as well threw her own life away.
And if Alicent did die of her own claws, Rhaenyra wouldn't be able to live with herself without eternal conflict, without everlasting hate, devastation and longing.. oh, all of them sound horrible, but the longing would be worse. Fueling the other two, Longing out take reigns and make her think of a better life with Alicent, she knew that it wouldn't happen alive or dead, but her head would make fairy tales, happy endings and fault stories.
It wouldn't be true, but she would make it until she was delirious of fiction and ignore reality, smoke would have to exit her lungs before she could say she wouldn't want a life of happiness, a life without Alicent.
So the begging is explained, the wanting, the tantrum, and Alicent looks at Rhaenyra with the most painful, heart wrenching face that would make childbirth look like a joke. Alicent feels a hole in her back, right where her heart is and feels it bleeding as Rhaenyra begs her to never say those words, to take them back. Rhaenyra on her knees, hands clasped together like a prayer, her begging feels like invocation rather than random babbles of words strung together.
It looks like a prayer because it is, Rhaenyra can't live without Alicent knowing she can't talk, touch, or see her. She can live with her and Alicent not being close, she can breath air with that kind of assurance.. but without seeing her? She'd have to go blind for that to even happen.
And it's not easy to blind a person who can ride a dragon.
She's not praying to any god, just a mortal woman who can actually do so much more. mortals pray to Gods for extraterrestrial help that won't even happen, because how can it? It never happened before so it won't happen now.
But Alicent is no God, she is mortal, and she can do what Rhaenyra needs. To be there for her, no gods come into play, no dragons enter the fray, no men can riddle their minds with jumbled pieces of clues that don't even work.
Just one mortal women, that can easily touch her face and say sorry. That's all she needs, that's all Rhaenyra begs her to do.
And she does it, and Rhaenyra almost faints out of relief, she hugs Alicent's waists and thank her like a mantra she is. Sacred.
Alicent see's Rhaenyra, hears her and her heart can not deny, that this woman would be the death of her. But a little fire and pyre would be worth it for just this moment.
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Omah Bumi & Tempo Gelato
Ngayogyakarta Day 1, Part 2
Adikku si selera tinggi, apa2 kudu estetik. Dari fashun utk dia sendiri, dia tau how to mix n match, pengambilan gambar alias foto2 dia tau spot bagus dan kudu simetris apalagi kalo dah nyuruh fotoin, beuh dikoresksi mulu "teh kurang tengah, teh itu kaki kepotong, teh miring deh". Sampe akhirnya berkat dia lama2 aku sedikit mahir lah hahaha.
Milih guesthouse dan hotel pun kudu riset dulu yg estetik. Super sih dia layak jadi EO, segala macem dia cari tau sampe war tiket kereta di traveloka katanya harusnya bisa lebih murah (dikit) wkwk. Ditengah2 anaknya yg sering tantrum adikku ngebelain searching smua muanyaaa. Hebat adik! Yu bisa yu buka bisnis open trip wkwk.
Omah Bumi, jl. Golo, jogja. Sengaja milih utk 4 org tp extrabed nambah 2, taunya cuma ada 1 huft. Bentukan roomnya mezanin gt, ada lantai 2 utk tmpt tidur dan jg di bawah.
Enakeun tempatnya kaaan~
Naro2 barang dulu. Istirahat sebentar.. Nemo msh lemes, obat msh ttp diminum, ayahnya ngebeliin obat asma yg rekomenin adik iparku taunya ngga ada jd apotekernya rekomenin yg lain, eeh taunya itu obat yg sedang dikonsumsi nemo skrg wkwk bodor ah. Ngasih minum anak obat tp gatau merknya, samaaa kujuga gatau!
Siap2 lagi sekitar jam 4an lebih order grab car kita ke..
First stop, Tempo Gelato!
Uuuuu yummyyyyy.. Nemo makan eskrim lg batuk tp malah ini yg bisa bikin dia cenghar akhirnya bisa kembali ceria diaaa. Tiap saat aku berdoa sakitnya membaik kasian bgt ngga enjoy huhu
Look at these colours, so colourful~
Aku order pake cone, itu paling kiri flavournya choco mint + caramel mix fruit.. Creamy2 tp ttp dpt segernya yakan. Ibu order coffee+vanilla. Adik krn ponakanku selera eskrimnya buah bukan susu jd order raspberry+pineapple. Anakku milih sendiri blueberry+raspberry pdhl dia sukanya creamy susu tp lg pgn buah2an kali yaa.
Biasalah playing tourist yakan.. Foto2 dulu yang banyak wkwkwk. Btw kita sehati bgt nih day 1 matching color bajunya. Pure ngga sengaja, krn kita sengaja kompakan baju di day 3 wkwk emg dasar sehati, sering terjadi wkt lebaran jg gitu, ngga jrg kompak padahal ngga janjian. Begitu kalo udah seselera kali yah. Kami pake nuansa biru pastel/blue jeans dan putih hihi
Alhamdulillah nemo berangsur lebih ceriaaaa huhu. Happy bgt makan eskrim, makin sehat ya nak. Alhamdulillah msh bisa ngumpul dan liburan keluarga yg jrg terjadi. Mudah2an sehat selalu, rejekinya banyak, diberi umur jg. Kata bapak next hayu Malang! Hahaha aamiinn.
Next, Golden Geisha ramen di postingan selanjutnya karena aku deskripsiinnya bakalan bct bgt saking enaknya hahahaha.
Tag @sagarmatha13
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[WP] The Tyrant looks down at the battered and defeated hero. "Let me tell you a secret, Chosen One: I'm the author of that Prophecy of yours. It was all rigged from the start."
As the sun rises it's red light reflects and dazzles the quiet battlefield. The metal of the swords and spears and armour and arrow heads sparkles in the light of dawn as if a crude, ironic mockery of both the calm night sky which was now gone and the now still calm of the battleground.
Not even several hours ago, this place was dark and the loud voices of soldiers harmonised with the equally chaotic clashes of metal upon metal matching the tempo of the roaring flaming heaps of hay that were launched by trebuchets.
Now both forces lay on the ground. Still. Calm. Like a child that tired itself to sleep after throwing a tantrum. Except these brave men and women were stiller still as not a single breath nor movement was present. Finally those good souls could rest.
The sun kept rising higher and unveiling more of the makeshift burial site. As if by instruction of the sun god a river stream started singing it's swishy, slow song that preformed underneath all the collapsed corpses. A red river. Just as reflective as the weary blades and just as metallic in taste. A river made of the blood of the fallen. Painting the greenery of the grass field a sinister shade of red.
The evil stream flowed downwards to the edge of the hill carrying gifts of those that were now gone. And amongst the souvenirs that shone in their new coat of paint lay a man. Unlike all the others he was well-dressed. Or rather was at one point. But his garbs had long went from a noble blue to a dirty and foul brown. His long blonde hair hadn't faired any better, serving as a mop to clean all sorts of human grime. Most importantly that despite being as stripped as a birch tree with each slash leaking a steady waterfall of dirty, dark blood. The man was still alive, unable to move but certainly better than anyone else no matter what direction one looked.
With one exception. Another man. Towering above the first. He too was covered in slashes and blood and all sorts of filth. But that was merely his armour, as for the blood well he had nothing to do with that either as the one to be held responsible for that would be his sword.
The man bleeding out with blonde hair and thousands of wounds was the Sir Hero. He once swore to bring justice to these lands by fulfilling the prophecy which foretold that he was the one chosen by the gods to change the morbid fate of his kingdom at the hand of the man who now stood above him, the Tyrant Emperor.
Sir Hero had failed. Yet he did not feel sad nor angry. Only tired. A part of him begged to join his brethren in an eternal rest and be led into a peaceful sleep by the goddess of the night. But he knew that that was a betrayal of the sacrifices everyone had done for him. To give up on these last few precious seconds for which so many had shed sweat, tears and blood would be a vile act of treachery. So he did all he could do. Observe. Or rather spectate. For he was like an outside watcher merely sitting within his two eyeballs that were the sole thing that could still move if one didn't count the slow rising and falling of his chest or the pulsating of the flesh surrounding his harshest cuts.
The Tyrant Emperor merely observed as well. He too didn't move but Sir Hero could not even begin to guess as to why. Then the Tyrant Emperor spoke "Let me tell you a secret, o' Chosen One" his voice was neither loud nor quite yet carried the powerful air of a wrathful scream and the mellowness of a raspy whisper at the same time. The Tyrant Emperor continued "I'm the author of that Prophecy of yours." Sir Hero only watched. Too soon to jump to conclusions. Even then his brain was far too tired to connect the strings even if he could see them clearer. "It was all rigged from the start." Again Sir Hero decided not to respond yet his eyes conveyed enough meaning. Juxtaposed but nevertheless meaning. His eyes conveyed the intent to interrogate and pry more information from the Tyrant Emperor and decode his words. At the same time his eyes held fear in them like a bottomless lake, a deep fear, one that Sir Hero only grasped subconsciously the same way our instinct warned us against faring into the darkness. A primal fear.
Yet the Tyrant Emperor was uncaring towards Sir Hero's matters of the heart. The knight soaked in crimson red kept talking delivering blows almost as devastating as the sword "You see, Sir Hero once long ago I held dreams of conquest and grandeur. But back then I was a small naive child. But that did not stop me the young and foolish me. I amassed wealth and power, before long I had reached the apex of this world."
The words that flowed steadily out from in between the openings in the Tyrant Emperor's helmet were steady and almost reminiscent yet at the same time Sir Hero could barely pick up on another emotion, boredom.
"I ruled for many, many, many years. After spending so long as the ruler of these lands I grew tired. Far too little to do. Far too little stimulation or amusement. So I went to sleep. And when I reawaken the world was once again full of new and exciting things for me to conquer and obtain." The Tyrant Emperor's voice started to rise as a breath of excitement escaped and poured from his words. The boredom was satiated replaced with an almost child-like enthusiasm over a new toy.
"Of course I didn't want to repeat the same mistakes as last time. So I challenged myself. Took this feeble form and professed myself as the enemy of all humankind in a false prophecy." Finally it clicked in Sir Hero's mind. Finally all the strings were linked and the pieces were in place. But all it did was ignite a small spark in Sir Hero's eyes that then dulled until it was far darker than before. "S...so it... w...as... jus...t... a ga...me... t...o yo...u?" Sir Hero barely gasped out his question.
The Tyrant Emperor froze. Then his armour started shaking and the ancient conqueror burst into laughter. Crazed, frenzied laughter that slurred into a roar of a great beast. "A game?" the laughing monster asked and his smile was carried in his voice "No, no, no o' almighty Chosen One, this was merely a distraction! The same way someone observes the ants bringing food to their colony or pours water into the anthill out of mild curiosity!" There was mockery in the Tyrant Emperor's voice as his entire body became animated moving with much more vitality than even in their final duel.
"But I must admit Sir Hero, no matter how disappointing your performance was you still served as an adequate distraction! Which is why the ever so generous I had decided to reveal to you my true form!" With those final words that sounded more like the roar of a hungry beast that the yells of a man the Tyrant Emperor dropped his sword and reached for his shoulder guards with both hands.
Steam started forming. Blood boiled and then evaporated off of the armour as it started taking a brighter and brighter hue, mirroring the rising and rising sun. The Tyrant Emperor pulled downward with his arms and both sides of the armour that had never once even been pierced by all the combined efforts of the armies came off of the Tyrant Emperor as if mud being washed away under a waterfall.
He took his time and Sir Hero had no doubts that if he really wanted to the monster could've completed the process much quicker, but he didn't, he was enjoying it, revealing in the awe and fear of Sir Hero who had resorted to biting into his own lip to stay conscious through the tiredness, blood loss, pain and now suffocating, unbearable, scorching heat.
Finally the armour fully melted off, puddling and mixing with the blood at his feet as his naked body was revealed. A regular man even if extremely muscular. Sir Hero knew there would be more to be revealed. As if taking Sir Hero's thoughts as his cue the Tyrant Emperor began to bulge. His muscles swelled and his entire body began to deform. It bloated until it was five times the size of usual and it now cast a shadow over Sir Hero blocking him from the sun. Then there was a gory, disturbing noise. A tear. More ripping noises followed. The man's flesh began to tear apart like cloth and from underneath the red flesh and the red blood where large corse red scales.
After the process went on some more the creature emerged like a bloomed flower. The human skin it wore uselessly lay on the ground. The creature itself was a humongous dragon. Easily the size of the castle gates or a dozen horses tall. Probably twice as many horses long. Thick scales covered it throughout. They resembled rubies but simultaneously looked as rough as cliffside rocks. A body like a lean leopard. The coiling tail of a serpent. The neck of a noble swam. The head of a nightmarish version of a snake crossed between a demon. Horns taken from a goat. Teeth that ranged from every and all predators, as if designed to when worked with the long blade-like claws to slash and tear through anything.
Finally the ancient red dragon stood tall on it's hind legs in front of Sir Hero who was no longer capable of rational though just able to be encompassed by the royal air of the monster that bred fear and awe. Finally the creature spread it's wings and the swoosh of turbulent wind that carried with it sent a tidal wave of crimson blood of the same colour as the beast in every direction. The wings extended from the ancient's back, resembling the wings of a bat but better, bigger, superior in every way. Just like that mythological masterpiece was. Superior. Outclassing mankind in every and all ways possibly imaginable. An immovable object and an unstoppable force in the package of a magnanimous winged deity.
The dragon opened it's mouth and spoke. Each and every word etched themselves upon Sir Hero's soul as he experienced the last moments before his death. The sound carried causing tremors in the ground and the rattling of metal and bone. "HEAR ME! I AM ALLVALDR, THE RED DRAGON, THE ANCIENT, THE POWERFUL, THE TYRANT EMPEROR AND RULER OF ALL! SURRENDER AND PROSTATE YOURSELF BEFORE ME O' SIR HERO AND ACCEPT ME AS YOUR NEW GOD!"
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okay, hELLO MISS JELLI. WE NEED TO DISCUSS THE COLLEGE AU PART 2? THAT I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT. AND PLS ADD ME TO YOUR FOREVER TAGLIST.
that description of namjoon being an excellent student and being amazed by y/n… my heart :(
He briefly wondered if you'd been introduced to Jimin yet, because you both seem to be cut from the same flirty cloth.
i love this AHAHAHAHA
[…] intimated by me? He thought nervously, chewing his lip, any focus on his work gone.
:((((((((((
He heard on numerous occasions that people were scared to talk to him at first, scared off by his height or the deepness of his voice, or the sterness of his expression when he was serious.
woooof wooof
A D-minus? Namjoon rechecked all the answers, making sure he had correctly compared them with yours. Yup, you'd absolutely flunked this test, something completely new for you as far as he had seen.
is she sad bc of jk? :(
You had absolutely despised Kim Namjoon.
oh? :(
Do you know how absolutely demoralizing it is to bust your ass in a class to get the top grade only for the teacher to tell you that you were almost as smart as a student they had three years ago?
aaah…
You hadn't talked to them yourself besides Jungkook, but if they were anything like him, then all they did was look good and run through girls like it was a marathon.
oh she mad mad
You weren't struggling with the class, you just didn't get a chance to study as much as you should've because you were you were crying your eyes out a couple nights before and then got your back blown out.
i was pouting and then choked bc of that last sentence SJAJAJHDSHUHA
This was going to be horrible, you were sure of it, no matter how much you studied you'd never like organic chemistry…
NO ONE LIKES IT.
"Mm, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he hummed after you wrote down an equation.
This girl is about to snap, I can feel it
Namjoon scoffed, watching you really pack up to leave because you couldn't handle being wrong. "Wow. I thought we were both grown up but it seems like you're just going to throw a fit because you can't get your way."
OH LORDDDD
"No? It seems like you're getting cranky. Did baby miss her nap?" He teased, mocking the way you acting. Between your cute pout and the adorable wrinkle on your nose, you really did seem like a baby throwing a tantrum.
this motherfucker-
And despite himself, he wondered how you react if he took the teasing down a different route.
hehehehe
"Fine. I'll admit your attractive, everyone knows that. But what are you going to do about it? All you've done so far is stare at me like a perv. You're not going to make a move on me, because you probably can't back up everything the rumors say." You said, baiting him. How long would it take him to snap?
"You think I can't?" He asked.
"Prove it." You said.
brb, on my way to get my back blown out-
As he licked into your mouth, he wrapped a hand around your neck, a gentle pressure with the threat of more force behind it. He winded his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back for more access.
SIR? this is a mcdonald's drive through!!!!!1
While you were still moving your hair out of your face, he pulled your legs up, ripping your skirt off your bottom half.
BUT WHY
"Please, daddy, I need it," you whined out without thinking, no longer thinking about the sounds leaving your lips. Namjoon, however, couldn't focus on anything but the melodious sound of your voice, stopping all movement with a jolt. He couldn't have heard you right…
Y/N!!!!!!!! OH DEAR GOD OH HE IS A DADDY
"Daddy's going to take good care of you." And with that, he pushed in, the wetness of your heat easily sucking him in deep.
I will need 52 business weeks to recover.
"If you wanna come," he said, a smirk tilting to his lips. "You know what to say."
?!!!!!!!
"That's a good girl." He practically growled, leaning back in and pumping into you with an even fiercer tempo than before, quickly bringing you back up to your high and fucking more moans out of you, getting louder and louder as you got closer to your release.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
thank you for continuing to produce masterpiecess<3
:)
PLS THE SPONGEBOB PICTURE IM ACC GOING TO STEAL THAT
Also wasn't expecting to get my words thrown back in my face at eight o clock in the evening but okay,, of course ill add you the taglist
I'm glad you liked it!! I was actually really nervous about this, I feel like my writing is already getting stale 😭 but I really like college au,, its one of the projects that I just kinda treat myself with even though no one really asks for updates on it or anything,, I just like the concept of it so much,, like kinda bratty mc but everyone adores her even if they're a little intimidated and the boys think she's cute when she acts fiesty,, it's truly my fantasy comfort fic but I have to write it myself 😭
anyways thank you, you have motivated me to finish writing my next chapter 🙏
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Not So Berry Legacy Challenge
Generation Two: Rose
EP. 37
I was climbing this career like a rocket.
Eu estava subindo nesta carreira como um foguete.
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I was still in my pajamas when there was a knock on the door.
Eu ainda estava de pijama quando escutei batidas na porta.
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It was my chance to beg for more votes.
Era minha chance de implorar por mais votos.
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At night Bartolomeu asked if I wanted to go out for a bit, he wanted to see Cody...who was his son even though he is my stepfather's son...well, let's not lose focus, because it's also the eve of the winter festival.
A noite Bartolomeu perguntou se eu queria sair um pouco, ele queria ver Cody...que era filho dele apesar de ele ser filho do meu padrasto...enfim, não vamos perder o foco, porque também é véspera de festival de inverno.
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I wanted to go to the salon, even though it wasn't the ideal place for Cody.
Eu quis ir ao salão, apesar de não ser o lugar ideal para Cody.
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I needed to have some fun.
Eu precisava me divertir um pouco.
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We sat at the bar chatting while Cody ignored the world playing with his tablet.
Sentamos no bar para conversar enquando Cody ignorava o mundo brincando com seu tablet.
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The place was great, I was feeling really happy.
O lugar era ótimo, eu estava me sentindo muito feliz.
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I met other wolves who lived in San Myshuno. Who would say?
Conheci outros lobos que moravam em San Myshuno. Quem diria?
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I just hope it wasn't me in my tantrums that came out biting them all.
Só espero que não tenha sido eu em meus surtos que saí mordendo todos eles.
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Cody didn't like people very much, but he thought wolves were cute.
Cody não gostava muito das pessoas, mas achava os lobos fofinhos.
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It was only fair that he had fun too, wasn't it?
Era justo ele se divertir também, nãe era?
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But out of nowhere something very strange happened, yes, stranger than having a mermaid mother, stranger than having a half-wolf father, stranger than having your gay almost-brother's baby. This guy in his underwear just showed up here...
Mas do nada aconteceu algo muito estranho, sim, mais estranho que ter uma mãe sereia, mais estranho que ter um pai meio lobo, mais estranho que ter um bebê do seu quase irmão gay. Esse cara de cueca simplesmente apareceu aqui...
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...I felt a chill down my spine...apparently my presence didn't please him either.
...eu senti um frio na espinha...aparentemente minha presença também não o agradava.
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All I could do was feel alien shame at that macabre attempt at dancing by Bartolomeu.
Eu só conseguia sentir vergonha alheia com aquela tentativa macabra de dançar de Bartolomeu.
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But the truth is, my sensitive ears couldn't take it anymore, I needed to go somewhere quieter.
Mas a verdade é que meus ouvidos sencíveis não aguentavam mais, eu precisava ir para um lugar mais socegado.
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Bartolomeu asked to spend more time with Cody, I didn't think it was bad.
Bartolomeu pediu para ficar mais tempo com Cody, não achei ruim.
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I was too explosive a wolf to transform in a place so full of sims.
Eu era um lobo muito explossivo para me transformar em um lugar tão cheio de sims.
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I thought it odd that I found my dear childhood friend, Venkat, hiding behind the bar at Moonwood Mill.
Achei estranho que encontrei minha querida amiga de infância, Venkat, escondida atrás do bar de Moonwood Mill.
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And I realized right away that he sent the same chill down my spine as the man in his underwear in the salon.
E percebi naquela hora que ele me causava o mesmo frio na espinha que o homem de cueca do salão.
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And we got into a wild fight.
E nós entramos em uma briga selvagem.
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That somehow I won.
Que de alguma forma eu saí vencedora.
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I was confused, but I couldn't speak to ask him questions.
Eu estava confusa, mas não conseguia falar para lhe fazer perguntas.
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So I ran out to a place where I could calm down and change back.
Então saí correndo para um lugar onde eu conseguisse me acalmar e me transformar de volta.
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Up here I breathed and howled.
"Winner Wolf (de figting) Tome isso, bebedor de plasma! A noite nos pertence!"
"Perto das estrelas (do ponto de uivo noturno) milhas e milhas de selvageria, mas este ponto está acima de tudo. Charlotte nunca se sentiu tão perto do céu noturno."
Aqui em cima eu respirei e uivei.
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And now, seeing everything from up here, I know! Saving this forest is truly my life's goal!
E agora vendo tudo daqui de cima, eu sei! Salvar essa floresta é realmente o objetivo da minha vida!
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