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anystalker707 · 1 year

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Tea at 9pm

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 4 100 Summary: You're not aware the cook had feelings for you. Tags: babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

a/n: comfort fic once again lmao i had an existential crisis

MASTERLIST

If anyone asked what you did, it would feel like you were just a minor part of the crew, presumptuous, even, but things were different when they saw you actually get in action. In the first place, you wrote. You were a writer, author of some great novels that spreaded across the Grand Line, and secondly, you now were a Strawhat who kept a log of the crew’s adventures and fought when needed. The day Luffy recruited you was still fresh in your mind.

"So you’re a writer? You wrote all of this?" Luffy had asked thoughtfully with a hand on his chin as he eyed the piles of books. "Riiight... I need someone to write it down when I become the King of the Pirates! The news’ people always tell things wrong! Come with us!"

A smile traced your lips as you shook your head, now working on the illustration of the last island you'd been to, adding details and a little color. Sure wasn't the best drawing, but you still wanted to keep some sort of reminder from the lovely place.

The soft knock on the door came as it usually did, religiously, and there wasn't even the need for an answer before the door swung open. The click of shoes against the ground resonated through the small office-bedroom as he approached you and finally set the tray on the free space of the desk. Your and his cups were filled with hot tea as they were every night, the flavor declared by the strong smell that came along with the steam escaping from the drink.

"A lot of work today?" Sanji asked you as he took a seat on the armchair, crossing his legs.

"Not really." You shook your head. "We've been in the open sea for a couple of days already, so I'm just updating some old stuff." The drawing you showed him had been finished earlier, already properly inked and depicting part of the crew interacting at the island.

Sanji raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded, a smile decorating his face. "Does it still give you time to work on your personal stuff, though?" He took the unlit cigarette off between his lips and slipped it back into its case that belonged to the pocket on the inside of his blazer, which he ended up taking off and folding to leave it across the armchair’s arm.

“Sort of.” You shrugged a little. “I use a lot of my free time to work on it. It only gets difficult to manage when we’re down to things like when in Spypiea, Sabaody or Marineford. Even afterwards, I still need a couple of weeks to organize everything, interview you guys and stuff. We genuinely go through a lot of stuff, and you only realize it’s that much when you need to register it all down!” You chuckled a little, throwing your arms above yourself to stretch with a soft sigh. “My priority is to keep the crew’s log, though!”

“Oh? Not your career?”

“Of course not!” You shook your head. “You guys are wonderful people who once saved me and now we take care of each other. I can’t let you die—all of this die—without the story being properly told. It’s a great responsibility to keep a record of the adventures...” The words trailed off until you were lost in your thoughts instead, but you just shook your head and closed the few books you had opened after you marked all the pages, leaving untouched only the one that had the drying watercolor. Carefully, you took the still warm cup in hand, inhaling the sweet and rich smell of the tea. “Fruit?”

“Something from that island, but a fruit, indeed,” he justified, momentarily standing up so he could also get his tea. “I haven’t tried it yet, thought it would be best for the both of us to have it together. It’s important to me.”

“What if it’s bad?” You joked, turning your chair so you could face him.

“Then we throw it out the window and you write down how terrible it was so we never try it again!” He clicks his tongue in a feigned annoyance that has both of you laughing until forced to fall quiet to finally try the drink. “Well, I actually like it! You?”

You took a sip of the tea, giving yourself a moment to analyze the taste. “Good! Still not better than my favorite, but it’s still something!” The comment brought a grin to Sanji’s face as both of you shared a look.

Silence filled the room again quite comfortably, allowing you to hear the waves crashing outside. You took a look out the window and then at the clock on the table. “Who’s on the night watch today?” It’d been a while since you last left your room, probably only having done so for dinner during the last hours because Sanji wouldn’t leave you alone otherwise.

“That’s me!” His voice didn’t carry the same excitement as his face did as he looked into the cup.

“Want some company?” You offered. “I’m always up until late messing with my things, either—”

“Don’t think about it!” Sanji shook his free hand as he took a sip of the tea. “You had to wake up early today and take care of your writing this whole time, so you better have a good night of sleep! I know how those can be tiring! Mentally tiring!”

“Sanji!” You furrowed your eyebrows with a pout, but ended up just rolling your eyes once he shot you a glare, compelling him to snicker. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back on the chair. “I just wanted to keep you company. I want to show you some story ideas along with some drawings! Your night watch wouldn’t be so boring.”

“As much as I like your company, your rest comes first. I promise I’ll come check out all of that stuff tomorrow, okay? Besides, keep that night energy for when it’s your turn for the night watch!” Sanji lectured you despite the unfazed look you shot him before rolling your eyes—it was almost as if you weren’t the one who would take care of him during the night, either telling him to go to bed already when he cooked until too late or throwing a blanket over his shoulders because he fell asleep in the galley.

You were the first one to finish the drink, putting your empty cup away and wetting the watercolor again until Sanji stood up and placed his cup back on the tray as well.

“Don’t forget to go to sleep,” Sanji said, his face a few inches away from yours as he bent down with a hand on the back of the chair. “I’ll come here and put you to sleep if I notice you’re awake!”

“It’s not happening,” you promised him with a smile.

“Great!” Sanji wrapped an arm around your shoulders in a hug you awkwardly returned as you could, with a hand on his shoulder whilst leaning into his touch. He took the tray in hand so he could leave, wishing you a good night. His blazer was still on the armchair; you shook your head with a chuckle.

The next day, Sanji was still awake when you had breakfast. You quietly observed him swooning over Robin and Nami despite how tired he was, but your attention was on catching up with Luffy, Chopper, Franky, Brook and Usopp. Most of the day, you were locked in your office, reading in the library or drawing one of the tables on the desk, so they wouldn’t lose the opportunity of talking with you during the meals to know what you’d done so far. They loved to see the drawings of themselves, no matter how they were, always bugging you to take a look at something even on days you took off to yourself, so it was easy to spent the morning with them and later talk with Robin and Nami as well, not forgetting to go up to the Crow’s Nest for at least a few minutes to spot Zoro on a rep or two while chatting.

A little after lunch, Sanji knocked on your room’s door. “Hell, I’m really tired!”

You glanced away from your papers to see him kick off his shoes before collapsing on your bed face-first, grabbing one of the pillows to rest his head on, sort of hugging it. “Did you take a nap? You left your blazer here last night, by the way!”

“Oh, so that’s where it was this whole time, thank you! And no! I ended up preparing breakfast during the night then prepared lunch after breakfast was served,” he explained, muffled by the pillow until he turned his head to face you.

“Should’ve tried to get some sleep.” You sighed, dipping your pen in ink again.

“It’s not like that,” he groaned. “I left some food ready just in case, though, just so I can rest now. I thought I’d come talk to you first since I promised.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at the cook, pausing so you could ruffle his hair, which made him close his eyes for a moment. “Nonsense. You could’ve just gone to sleep, I’d understand it! You don’t need to sacrifice yourself.”

“Shhh, I promised.” Sanji narrowed his eyes a little. “Tell me, what did you want to show me?”

“Right... First of all, I had some retouches on the drawings I’d made for Sabaody, so I wanted you to take a look at them to make sure I’m not forgetting anything,” you mumbled while you flipped to the pages where the drawings were and handed the book to him. Through time, your chat grew slower, with sporadic and distant answers coming from Sanji until you looked at him and noticed he was actually asleep. The sight made a small smile stretch your lips before you went back to working quietly as always.

A knock on the door pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked back to see Nami’s head peeking him from the slightly-open door. “Hey, (y/n), have you seen—” She looked around for a little and fell silent.

“Seen what?”

“Actually, nevermind!” She shot you a smile. “Sorry for interrupting!”

“No worries!” You smiled, waving as she quietly closed the door once again.

The new island was filled with casinos, clubs, markets and stores with the most peculiar things that had a great part of the crew voting to stay for longer than a day since there weren’t any worries that tied you down to dates or time. Usopp, Sanji, Nami and Robin seemed excited about a particular club after you took a look at it while getting to know the city, so they invited you and Brook and it was almost impossible to refuse; you easily found yourself getting ready in front of the mirror before you left to go wait for the others with Nami and Usopp. Sanji was the last to show up, covering Nami and Robin with compliments that they already learned not to give much attention to, instead already moving to leave the ship.

“You’re looking extra good today, (y/n)!” Nami smiled, hooking her arm with yours and discreetly distancing from the rest of the group with you. “Trying to catch someone’s attention?”

“Maybe?” You chuckled. “It’s been a while since we last stopped at such a nice island, so I thought a one-night thing isn’t gonna hurt!”

Nami blinked a couple of times. “One-night thing?”

“No new crewmates!” You shook your head, contributing more to Nami’s confused look, which you also didn’t quite understand.

She hummed, looking away for a long moment. “Um, and Sanji?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well...” She breathed and shrugged a little, about to say something when she was hit on the back of the head by something and it was enough for her mood to change completely. Her teeth were gritted and eyes practically white while a vein popped on her temple as she slowly looked back to see the three men stand there quietly, pale, ready for the shouting that promptly came from her along with hits. Robin brought a hand to her mouth as she chuckled, and you sweatdropped, continuing to walk.

The night was long. You’d drunk, not a lot to do things you regretted, but enough to rather easily accept hanging out with people you’d just met, exploring the city and talking bullshit.

“Just a little longer,” the girl said as she waved at you and the two other people that trailed behind, carefully walking through the woods until you made it to a rock on top of a mountain. “It’s gonna be there.” She pointed to a spot behind the mountains of another island in the distance, where it was already lighter and it did seem like the sun would start rising in a few minutes, just as she had promised.

Even with little to help, the four of you made yourselves comfortable on the cold rock; you used one of the guys’ sweatshirt as a makeshift pillow, observing the sky quietly while they talked with each other. Despite the alcohol still in your system, what made you groggy was mostly the lack of sleep.

“Hey,” the girl said as she lay down next to you, on her side, holding herself up with an elbow. “Do you... Okay, I won’t waste time. Can I kiss you?”

You almost choked on your spit, your cheeks immediately growing warm at the question that sent your thoughts racing. At first, all you could do was sputter half words, unable to connect thoughts, until she chuckled and you decided to take a deep breath. “Okay, so, um... I’m... Well, not right now. Actually, I like someone else, a lot. I can’t picture myself kissing another person.”

“Oh. That sucks,” she sighed. “You look really nice, but I don’t think you’re staying around for long, anyways. Say more, though. Tell me about who you like.”

The time your cheeks heated up again was for another reason, with a softer feeling stirring in your chest. “He’s... I think he doesn’t like me, y’know? He’s a real flirt, but not with me. I feel like we are just great friends and it ends there. We are really close, but not the sort of close I wish it were.”

“Did you even tell him you like him?” She raised an eyebrow and you shook your head. “You should!”

“I don’t want it to hurt.” You smiled a little, but without humor.

She furrowed her eyebrows a little as if she understood your situation. “Well, maybe hurting is not a bad thing. It makes you stronger, and it would make you free to kiss other people!” She started to chuckle at the same time you did so, shaking your head a little.

You had a hand over your brow line to keep a shadow over your eyes while your shoes hung from your other hand when you returned to the ship later that same day, already tired and feeling like you’d never get back to Sunny, feeling as if you’d been run over a thousand times. All you could do once you arrived back to the ship was to sleep, only waking up again when it was already late in the afternoon, mumbling something about something being different in your bedroom before you could go for a shower.

“Whoa, look at who’s alive!” Usopp announced once you walked out to the deck, attracting a lot of pairs of eyes to you.

“Good night?” Zoro teased with a chuckle. “Even forgot you had a home!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you took a seat at a table with Robin. “Shut up, Zoro, you don’t even know how to get home by yourself!”

Given how you’d practically slept all day long, you decided to change turns with Robin and take the night watch for the day. It was a nice, warm night, so you didn’t bother staying outside with your books, illustrating the island during the night. It felt like something was missing, still. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the galley’s direction. There was no tea that night.

Brook took over the nightwatch halfway through the night, allowing you to sleep and wake up at a reasonable hour in the morning. Nami was the first person you ran into once you left your room, happy for finally feeling well after partying all night a day before. “Nami!”

“Oi, (y/n)!” She smiled as she approached you. “Good morning!”

“Morning!” You smiled in return. “Have you seen Sanji? He didn’t bring me tea yesterday. Actually, I didn’t see him at all, now that I think about it.”

Nami’s face fell in a way you didn’t really like, almost taking a step back as you watched her. “Hm, you see...” She sighed, with a hand on her hip. “You didn’t come back to the ship that night, so he was worried. He even tidied up your room so you didn’t need to do anything when you arrived.”

“Right...? Explains a lot.”

“And he thought you were with someone else. Like, hooking up.”

“I wasn’t but...” You shrugged. “What’s up with that?”

The expression across Nami’s face was the same as when she had seen Luffy let himself fall for Usopp’s lies for the first time. “That made him feel bad.”

“Sanji and I aren’t something, Nami.” You furrowed your eyebrows, reminded of the talk you had with the island’s residents that night.

Nami seemed as if she would explode. “Well, maybe he wishes there were?”

“I—”

“(Y/n), Sanji likes you!” She just gave up with a sigh, taking a quick look around before she continued. “He adores you! He doesn’t flirt with people anymore, he just compliments and does things for them because he’s always believed he needed to, mainly to women! Still, he doesn’t make tea for everyone, every night! He doesn’t stay up until late for anyone or makes them company during the night! I’ve never seen Sanji leave his clothes anywhere else rather than in the male quarters! Besides, he keeps one of your novels and a picture with you under his pillow! I saw it!”

That was a lot to take in. You didn’t know Sanji treated you differently in that sense, in the first place, let alone know that he liked you. It made sense now that you thought about it, of course, because he wouldn’t be spending the same amount of time with the others as well if he was there making you company for most of the day. Some nights, he would be there asleep on your bed while you worked on your books.

“Sorry,” Nami exhaled. “I really didn’t want it all to fall upon you suddenly like this, but you needed to know it already! Sanji doesn’t deserve this! Either reject him already or take care of him. He deserves someone to love him.”

You quickly nodded. “I know.”

Not a lot needed to be said. There wasn’t a lot to be said. You looked at Nami a last time before you walked right back into your room, taking a deep sigh as her words still echoed through your mind, each of them connected to a memory you held and you couldn’t help but to feel a weight in your chest—Sanji must’ve felt terrible when he noticed you disappeared at the club after you refused to dance with him so you could leave with your new friends. It would be easy to fix, at least theoretically, because your stomach churned at the thought of facing Sanji right now.

Your morning wasn’t a lot different from the others, locked in your room and staring at a white page, but the purpose of your writing was different this time. Your feelings were going to be spilled, bleeded all over a page without any filter or restriction because they needed to be understood so no one would be hurt anymore. In the end, it was beautifully folded and with Sanji written in your gold ink while sealed with wax.

Sanji was serving breakfast and chatting around, out on the deck—you double checked—when you sneaked into the galley and left the paper in a safe place, where you knew he’d find it. Hell, it was pathetic. You needed to declare your feelings through a little letter because you didn’t have the guts to face the guy yourself after unintentionally hurting his feelings. In your defense, writing was the best thing you could do.

At the same time it was relieving, you could feel anxiety bubbling under your skin. The situation would slip away from your mind at times, but at others, you felt like Sanji would show up out of sudden saying that you were going crazy. Hopefully not.

When it was night, however, the knock finally came, as it always had done before, without missing a single day, for months straight. You tensed up this time, letting him walk in and watching the tray be placed on the free space of your desk—you didn’t even know when it became instinctive to leave that side clear for the tray. Aside from the mugs, this time, there was a bite-sized sweet as well, your favorite.

“I read it.” Sanji’s voice was small, practically vulnerable. His hand was shaking when it retreated from the tray.

“Sanji—”

“I’m sorry I just concluded things!” He cut in quickly.

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning on your chair, but he didn’t meet your eyes, instead looking at the ground. “No, you did nothing wrong! I should’ve paid more attention, I just... I wasn’t communicative enough as well...” You couldn’t find the right words, express the right things, so you took a pause, standing up. He didn’t take a step back when you approached. “I’m sorry, Sanji. Don’t leave me, please. Nami helped me realize things. Sorry for the time we lost.”

Sanji was almost in the same state, with thoughts roaming around his mind without order, but lacking the courage to be voiced, though he knew he couldn’t lose the opportunity—he couldn’t lose you. “(Y/n).”

“I love you, Sanji. I know I’ve told you this before, but now I mean it in another way.”

Sanji’s face was impossibly red. His hand twitched as he reached out to you; it was as if you two were sparkles searching for each other, looking for the right time to go off, which happened exactly when you took his hand in his and let him pull you closer in a tight hug.

“I love you,” he mumbled in response, and it almost felt as if you’d explode, with your heart skipping beats and fluttering in your chest, not even knowing what it does.

It was a relief, really. A relief and a sea of happiness simultaneously because your doubts and anguishes were extinguished at the same time you were finally able to do what you’ve longed for for so long. You let your nose brush against his before your lips met. The taste and smell of tobacco was undeniable, but it still didn’t erase the fact his lips were soft, returning the care and want that you felt for him.

Sanji seemed giddy, blushing and flustered, but also excited to the point he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. He pulled you with him to sit down on the bed and took a look at you, grinning wide before taking your hands in his; he left kisses all over your knuckles then did the same over your face, needing to pause to smile because of how you giggled, and your lips were pressed together again.

You had to place a hand on his chest so you were able to pull away, climbing on the bed properly to push him down and straddle his hips, taking a moment to observe him look at you with wide eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered, still feeling your heart beat strongly in your chest. Sanji’s cheeks felt warm against your palms when you cupped his face, caressing his cheeks and carefully brushing his bangs away from his face; he swallowed dryly, but never stopped you, hands placed over yours softly. “I love you, Sanji!”

Sanji’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times without saying anything until he finally said it once again. “I love you.” There wasn’t a ‘too’ because his love was independent of yours, he loved you and would do it even if you didn’t love him back. He grinned as the excitement bubbled up in his chest, making him feel all giddy again, in a way it was even hard to contain himself when you leaned in for a kiss once more.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #vinsmoke sanji #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #imagine #oneshot #fan fic #fan fiction #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #usopp #nico robin #nami #tony tony chopper

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vickyvicarious · 11 months

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I am super busy this week so didn't really have time to make any posts yesterday, but I still wanted to share a few reactions. First, just general/voice acting notes:

Jonathan's relief and reassurance in the sunlight was so heartwarming. Very sad as well - I can't help but dwell on how he has been forced into a largely nocturnal lifestyle - but overall, it just makes me happy anytime he is able to feel comforted by something (which doesn't immediately come back to bite him).

"Yes... there is a way," gave me ACTUAL CHILLS. I can hear so clearly the stakes at hand (life and death and more). Jonathan sounds cunning, resigned, he's flipping the script and it's creepy and it's very brave and it's very very cool!

His goodbyes....! I am sure everyone is saying it, but him starting and ending his farewells with Mina does brutal things to my heart. He loves her so much, so much. And the lighter music for just that bit, and the way he chokes up a little, I just -

"I looked down once, so as to make sure that a sudden glimpse of the awful depth would not overcome me, but after that kept my eyes away from it." That's so weirdly cute. Jonathan is very deliberately avoiding the classic 'don't look down (slips, looks down, freaks out)' moment by taking one intentional look and then just going, okay, that's done, moving on. It's a weird but seemingly effective way to handle it and kind of incredibly lovable.

"It was barely furnished with odd things, which seemed to have never been used;" - okay, but what were the 'odd things'? Is that just referring to the gold? Because the furniture he says is like other rooms so that doesn't feel odd, unless maybe it isn't typical bedroom furniture and that in itself was the oddity? ...maybe he has a weird statement piece couch or something?

The way Jonathan lingers when describing how Dracula's "lips were as red as ever." So creepy, so fascinated, feeling that same kind of draw that was in the vampire ladies scene. Love the voice acting so much.

Dracula sleeping with his eyes open is so so so creepy. God.

Second: gushing over Jonathan section

"I must take action of some sort whilst the courage of the day is upon me." - Jonathan is so brave. He is so scared, he is terrified... but he doesn't want to be ruled by his fear anymore. Ever since the encounter on May 16, he's been having more and more difficulty acting. He stopped exploring, gave up manipulating Dracula, and only waited for an opportunity to seek help when others came. And to an extent, that was all he could do, and being quiet and playing along is what's kept him alive until now, but last night he had to watch a grieving mother blame him for the death of her child right after he had to listen to her child dying and right before he heard her die (and all this after nearly being hypnotized again), and he wasn't able to do anything at all. He tried, he would have entirely given up on protecting himself for the sake of that child, but the locked door stopped him. And Jonathan is so determined today to take advantage of the rare sense of energy the sunlight has given him, he wants to get out of here and is willing to go to extreme measures to do so. He shoves away his gloomy fearful thoughts when they begin to resurface, and acts.

The way he acts, though. Sure, it's a wildly risky move - but I love how his brain works. Even now he reasons it out. Dracula bothers me at night -> maybe he sleeps during the day -> I can search for the key while he sleeps. Every time an objection would normally stop him he just refuses to accept it and thinks of some way past it. The door is locked -> well, the windows aren't. Even in his reckless state, willing to risk death, he still thinks things out.

(How good must it feel to be able to finally do something. But still he doesn't let himself get too carried away, tries to stay alert and on task.)

Case in point: in the room, he takes his time to look at all the coins. He looks at the dates on them too; great attention to detail. He is primarily searching for a key but whenever he sees a possible significant item or clue he devotes proper attention to it. So diligent.

Same thing in the chapel! "Then I went over every inch of the ground, so as not to lose a chance." Jonathan is always so thorough, I love it. He would have searched all the vaults despite his fear if it weren't for stumbling across Dracula. As it was, he was still pretty darn thorough! He even counted every single box Dracula'd had delivered - fifty in all.

And even after his super creepy encounter with the Count... when Jonathan goes back to his room he first "tried to think." Tried to think! Sure, to an extent that may be code for 'tried to stave off a panic attack' but even then it still speaks to his priorities and goals. Yes, that was extremely traumatic and he is terrified and has just completed his second death-defying freestyle wall climb of the day, but Jonathan has clues now and so he's gonna try to think! He's gonna focus on details! Literally, since he starts his entry with: "I must put down every detail in order." It's just what he does, but for the first time in a long time he has new data to work with.

But not long left to do so.

#dracula daily #re: dracula #jonathan harker #pst i have THOUGHTS about some asks i've gotten. it's merely a matter of finding time to write out my replies #very busy week is still continuing so who knows when that'll be but i look forward to it

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ikranwings · 1 year

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LOVERS FATE: hopelessly intertwined

chapter three

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, smut, p in the v, fingering,squirting,cockwarming,knotting,dirty talking,praise. If I’ve missed anything else, please let me know.

Nsfw art at the end created by @nin3kyuu SPICY AS HELL. Also!!! Their oc is briefly mentioned!!

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It wasn’t long before Mansk was able to find a like hexapede, small enough to feet the two of them without waisting much if the animal at all. A singular shot had rung out causing Isabella to jump slightly from the sound. She could only assume that Mask had found something for the two of them to eat. Mansk ensured that he didn’t wander to far from their little camp so his trek back to the fire he had built wouldn’t be to long. He didn’t want to leave Isabella alone for very long without some sort of protection. Sure she had the knife he had handed over to her but in his eyes it was no where near enough. He wasn’t there so it was never enough.

The animal was slung over his shoulder as he walked back by the fire, a triumphant smile was plastered across his face upon his return.

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Dinner was prepared within a few hours after that. Mansk had made sure to smoke some of the meat for the two of them in order to ensure that some of their rations would last longer on their journey to an RDA outpost. He wanted to cover all basis, ensure neither of them would go a single day without food no matter how long they were going to be out there for. Mansk prided himself on being a great cook even if he was given very little to work with.

He was thankful when Isabella had eaten everything he had given to her. Not because he was worried about the taste but because he was concerned for her well being. Her being able to eat something was a turn in the right direction. She was strong that much he knew for certain. That strength alone let him know that she was going to be ok, between the two of them they would end up alive and well and reach their destination.

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Hours had passed, it had to be close to midnight by now if not an hour after that and neither of them had seemed too keen on falling asleep for the night. Instead the two were comfortable with one another's presence, sharing a few spare words with one another before the two of them had become quiet once more. The soft flickering light of the flames danced across Isabella's face as Mansk watched her, he couldn't help but feel there was something she was holding onto. The way the lines on her forehead creased in concentration as if she was thinking about something, something important to her. Did she lose something back when the sea dragon sunk that meant something to her physically? Like a necklace or something along those lines.

His hand came to her face, drawing her hair behind her ear in order to get a better look at her face trying to figure out what was going on within her head before he spoke, “ What's on your mind Isa?.. you seem troubled. “ Masks thumb rubbed softly along her cheek out of habit as he awaited her answer. If anything was troubling her he wanted to know, wanted to know in order to try and help her in any way possible.

Isabella gave a faint smile, her head leaning into his touch without hesitation. However she still remained silent for just a moment longer, closing her eyes as she took in a small breath of air, “ It's stupid really, you don't have to worry ill be fine. It won't get in the way of the journey I promise. “ Reluctantly she pulled herself away from his hand, adjusting herself so she could sit straight on the log she was sitting on as she rubbed her hands together a moment in order to help warm herself up.

The only thing was, Mansk wasn't happy with her answer. He wasn't going to let whatever was bubbling inside of her stay a secret like that when she very clearly was bothered by whatever plagued her mind. He wanted her to know she could come to him for anything, not just because of the circumstances they were in. But for her to come to him any time, under any circumstances as he cared a great deal for her. In fact he was in love with her and he could only hope that after all this time she felt the same for him as he did for her.

Mansk pushed himself up and off of the log he had been sitting on in order to place himself in front of her, hands moving to grasp both of her hands into his own, “ Isa please… Im here for you, for anything. Please tell me, I'm sure whatever it is isnt stupid. Anything that's troubling you is important, its important to me.. “ He pleaded with her, hoping he could coax whatever it was out of her in order for him to at the very least attempt to help her through whatever it was.

Isabella squeezed his hands tightly, never wanting to let him go as a sigh left her lips, “ Ok.. Ok fine i… I'm scared, I'm scared I'll forget what you look like. I'm scared the image of your face will just slip from me and I'll never be able to see any of it again. Of anyone will just melt away. “ A shaky breath fell from her lips as she took a moment in order to compose herself, “ if we never see the others again? What happened to Z-dog? To Nine? Lopez? Hell, even the colonel. Any of them, I’m scared they’re all dead and there’s nothing I can do about it. “ It was then occurred to him, Isabella had no idea what happened to any of the others. While he had witnessed what happened to some she was entirely in the dark. The only thing she knew for certain was the simple fact that the two of them had one another and no one else.

“ oh Isa.. baby… “ tugging her hands softly he drew her in closer to him, “ it’s going to be ok I promise. We’ll figure it out, no matter what you’ll always have me. I’m not going to go anywhere. “ Gently he moved one of her hands up to his face, letting it rest there for a moment as he brought her fingers to gently trace his face. Each little line and slight curve in his face, he was there, he wasn’t going anywhere. Mansk was there for her and her alone and nothing would change that.

“ I'm here for you.. Always “ Mansk smiled as her fingers glided across his face softly, so gentle that it was as light as a feather. She had always been gentle with him even though he felt as though it wasn't entirely needed. Hell, the man used to tease her about injuring himself and ask if he could come to her for help, knowing full well she wasnt that type of doctor. He only did it to get a laugh out of her. Only did it in order to see her blush or have her swat at him for his attempts. He missed those moments, before everything went to hell. Oh how he wished he had confessed everything to her before he had left with the rest of the team on the mission that had cost them more than half of the Deja blue team.

“ Mansk.. Why do you care so much about me? … You've always been so kind to me even before the mission and this war. “ Isabella meant no harm in her question, he knew she was genuinely curious. H;e only acted this way towards her and her alone and he didn't really try his hardest to hide that face. Mansk never really hid too much of himself from her so she was bound to notice the difference in his mannerisms.

“ I mean.. it’s just why me? What’s so special about me? “ She wasn't a soldier, did not follow everything he and the other recoms of the deja blue team did entirely. Quite frankly she challenged everything the Colonel said when she didn’t agree with it. Hell she probably questioned things more than she should have.

The question itself had thrown Mansk off, he didn’t expect her to ask such a question. Why her? Why not her? She had always been the one with a tight hold on his heart. He cares for her more than he probably should have and didn’t regret a single second of it. However now that the question has arisen it had to be answered. It wasn’t exactly how he had expected this moment to come around that was for damn sure.

One of Mansks hands broke away from her own and slid around to the back of Isabella’s neck, pulling her down slightly in order to press his own lips to hers. Words couldn’t convey everything, couldn’t give the full in-depth detail of one’s feelings. Mansk wasn’t exactly the best at expressing that sort of thing verbally so he did the only thing he could think of, and to his surprise Isabella didn’t pull away. In fact, she had practically melted into the kiss he had initiated. There was a moment where he pulled back just enough to speak, just enough to confirm that what he was doing with his true feelings. “It’s you, it’s always been you Isa. You’re special to me and I’m in love with you. When I found you in the water floating there I was so worried… I don’t know what- . “

Isabella kissed him once more, keeping him from rambling on. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hear him speak, she just wanted this moment with him. All worries, all concerns could be dealt with later. Nothing else mattered at the moment but him, nothing mattered aside from the two of them there with one another simply living in the moment of freedom they both now had. “ I love you too.. I only stayed for you. “

“ For me? “

Another kiss and Mansk had pushed himself forward so that he was no longer sitting in front of her. He was now on his knees, intending on slowly pushing himself up with her in order to get better leverage. Closer, he wanted her closer. Needed her closer,more than anything in the world. In fact the world around them was gone, fading into the darkness along with any worries that may have crept their way into his mind up until this moment in time. His arms came to tighten around her body, making it easier for him to stand and take her with him. A log wasn't exactly comfortable, especially with one swish of his tail there was a possibility he could burn himself in the process.

Hands had found their way down to the hem of his shirt, tugging gently to remove it from the light tuck of his pants they had been rooted in. Fingers slipped under the fabric…fingers ghosting lightly over the skin of his abdomen gave way to a trail of goosebumps in its wake. A low rumbling groan fell from Mansk's lips as he pressed Isabella's back against the nearest tree. Using this chance to yank up on his own shirt in order to get it over his head and tossed it somewhere on the forest floor. His hands then came to lay at her sides, unsure how to proceed as he didnt want to follow through with something she was uncomfortable with. As pent up as he was he could never ever hurt her, not the woman he loved more than life itself.

“ May i? “ His hands now slipped under the jacket he had given her as well as the thin shirt that laid underneath that. Palm flat as he softly gilded it up her middle, enjoying the shiver that ran through her body. He could hear the soft hitch and her breath and it only made him more excited. Voice barely above a whisper had spoken up, it was almost as if she was afraid her words would betray her; however it was all the confirmation he needed. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

The jacket she had been wearing was now discarded along with her shirt and had joined his own and the forest floor. Clothes were being stripped and tossed in a frantic mess, no rhyme or reason and no concern as to whether or not they could find them afterwards. Not that either of them cared at the moment that was for damn sure. Isabella's pants were yanked off by both parties, this action being made harder by the fact that neither of them thought to pull her boots off before bunching the clothes lower on her legs. Mansk opted to simply shove his pants down around his ankles, he couldn't wait. The man wanted to be closer to her, feel her skin against his own. The thought had been rattling around in his mind for months on end and now that it was becoming a reality his entire body was buzzing with excitement.

He took this moment to take her in, really take her in. As his length lay hot and hard on her thigh a hand came to slide up her abdomen, resuming where he had previously left off before. Cupping her breast his head dipped down in order to kiss along her collar bone,nipping slightly as he worked his way down to her nipple. Licking a stripe upward as his lips attached to her skin, dead set on leaving a mark there on her so others would know it was him who was the cause of all of this. What he did not anticipate on hearing was the soft broken moan that had slipped from Isabellas lips as her fingers tried to grasp at the short hair on his head. Already he was rutting his hips against her thigh for some sort of relief as he moved against her. Each little moan and whimper falling from her lips only made him crave the feeling of being sheathed within her grow even stronger than it ever had before.

Testing the waters herself Isabella tried to roll her hips against his length, biting back a moan his hands now stilled her hips. A defiant wine had fallen from her lips about to protest until his fingers dipped in between their bodies, running a singular digit along her slit as he groaned. “ You're already so wet for me baby… and to think I wasted all this time waiting, we could have had one another long ago. “

A finger dipped carefully into body as her hands came to rest on his shoulders. Fingernails pressed small crescents into the skin of his shoulders as he slowly began thrusting forward. Enjoying every little moan, whimper and meuwl that fell from her lips. The soft pleas for more than only encouraged his each and every movement. A second finger was added now as his pace was slow to increase, he was trying to build her up and send her over that edge before he was even buried deep within her walls. He wanted to watch her come apart on his fingers, watch her body shake and shudder beneath him just by his fingers and his fingers alone.

His thumb came to press against her clit, rubbing soft circles as the two fingers buried deep within her curled slightly. Eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned out his name, trying desperately to grind her hips down into his hand for more friction, more anything from him.

Another whine was ripped from her throat, hips rolling carefully into his hand as the coil in her belly only seemed to tighten to the point it was sure to snap. “ Look at you pretty girl, so lost on the moment, drunk on my fingers alone. You like that Hm? “ Pleasuring her was as enjoyable for him as it was for her. Seeing her like this was invigorating, something he wanted more of. Hell Mansk wanted to make her come undone multiple times just by his fingers alone to the point of overstimulation. However this wasn't what he wanted to achieve for their first time together, this sort of thing could be something he used on her later. Another angle for them to explore some time down the road as this wasn't something he wanted to be a one time deal. He wanted her, always and forever. No matter the hardships or journey that involved.

“ M-Mansk.. Fuck.. Don't stop, please don't stop. “ Isabella was desperate, rolling her hips into his hand as his arm had snaked itself around her back. Helping to guide her down into his hand in order to ensure he was hitting the same spot that had her body shaking and moaning each and every single time. His name fell from her lip one final time in a strangled moan, legs shaking violently around his hips as he held her up, The coil in her belly had snapped, wildfire spread throughout her body as loud moans rippled through her body entirely overwhelmed by him and yet she would still take everything he had to give . Fingers slowing their pace as he carefully helped her through her orgasm, head coming to rest on her shoulder as he whispered to her in a soothing manner.Another wine was ripped from her lips the moment he had pulled his fingers from her slick. “ So good baby, you did so good for me… You think you could handle more hmm? You think you could handle more of me babygirl? “

It had taken Isabella a few moments to actually find her own voice, her body shivering lightly against his own as he kissed her neck awaiting an answer. Her hands came up to his face, knowing that Mansk still had her encased in his arms so there was no chance of her slipping from him. Isabella had taken the opportunity to tug him into a heated kiss, resting her forehead on his own, simply enjoying this moment alone with him. Her hand slid from his face down the back of his braid momentarily before she was to speak up. “ I want you Mansk… I want all of you if you'll have me. I can't see myself with anyone else but you even before this… I need you. “

He smiled, Mansk smiled, his heart was filled with more joy than he could handle. The woman of his dreams wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Not only that, she wanted this to be a permanent thing, didn't want this to be a one time deal. If there was anything he liked about his new body was the fact that he could be bonded to her for life. The fact that only he could ever know her on this personal level and no one else could. Mansks hand moved to the back of his own head, sliding down the braid as he brought it forward and held up the end of it, “ Are you sure? If we follow through with this ill love you till the end of my days and more Isa, you mean the world to me and that's a promise. “

Isabella had mirrored his actions, carefully bringing her braid up beside his own as she smiled, “ I only stayed for you remember? No one else. “ The tendrils of their neural queue intertwined, taking hold of one another as she sucked in a breath. They could feel one another now, right down to the beating of one anothers hearts, their breath and just how strung up each other was in this very moment. Mansk had stumbled slightly, catching himself in order to keep the both of them pressed carefully against the tree. What he did not expect was to feel Isabella's hand stroking his length, running her thumb softly over his aching and leaking tip. Groaning softly a shiver ran through his body, desperately trying to center himself in order to continue. In all truth he felt as though he could burst right then and there. However that was not how he wanted it to go, Mansk wanted to be buried deep within her walls milking her for all she had before letting himself loose. His hand came to rest over her own, stopping the soft jerk of her hand along his length. Delicate fingers trying to push him over the edge just as he had done to her earlier.

Mansk pushed her body slightly higher up the tree as he aligned his tip with her entrance. Isabella's hips trying to move in order to impale herself further on his length, whining in frustration as he kept her from doing so. He was trying to tease her with it as much as he could before thrusting forward into her body, reveling in the moment he felt her walls squeeze his cock.

“ Mansk.. Fuck, oh my god. “ Air had been punched out of her lungs as she moaned, ankles locking around his hips as she tried to keep him there buried deep within her core. The sensation of feeling so full was something she never wanted to be rid of, the delicious burn of him stretching her out fully was eye rolling good. When waiting became unbearable she took an experimental roll of her hips, feeling the drag of his cock within her body. A moan was ripped from the both of them as he then began to move, short and shallow thrusts soon began to break way into fast paced hard thrusts. Shallow groans fell from Mansks lips as he pumped himself into her relentlessly, chasing both of their highs as he wanted to feel her clamp down around him.

Mansks hands moved down to her hips in order to get sharper, deeper thrusts into her body. Earning sharp moans from her open mouth. The bulbous knot only grew as time went on. At this rate neither of them would last very long. The two of them were already a sticky mess, liquid dripping down slightly that slipped out with every noisy slap of skin. Mansk now pressed his forehead against her own, stealing kisses from her when he could as each thrust into her now let to more lewd noises tumbling from her. She was already too far gone for words and he had left her practically breathless and still she tried to pull him deeper into her wet heat.

Her walls tightening around his length was signal enough that she was close, as if her desperately trying to form the syllables of his name wasn't indication enough for him he changed his pace. Sharp thrusts were made as he pulled her hips down in rhythm with his own. Each stroke of his dick rubbed over that spongy patch within her, hitting that one spot each and every time in order to make her practically see stars. Isabella's body went ridgid, this was a different feeling that ran through her body as it now shook, practically painting the man with her slick. The orgasm that ripped through her was much stronger than the last one he had given her and perhaps it was because she could feel everything he felt as well. Her body shuddered against his own as his thrusts became sloppy. Desperate shallow thrusts followed as his own end rippled through his body, locking him in place within her as he carefully moved the two of them so his back could rest against the tree. Carefully he slid himself down into a sitting position, still deeply rooted within her body as he waited for himself to grow limp within her body.

He took the moment while they were both calming down from their highs to detach their neural Queues. Sliding hers back behind her head as he then moved to stroked her back as he kissed her temple, “ You did so good baby. “ Mansks head now nuzzled against her own as she hummed softly. Lazily nuzzling her head into thr crook of his neck as he reached to pull the previously discarded jacket off the forest floor and around her shoulders. They could stay like this for a few moments longer before having to move, he just wanted this to never end. Wanted to stay here with her for the rest of their lives but he knew they would eventually have to get moving.

I’ll protect you.

No matter what I’ll protect you.

We’re mated for life.

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thegeeksideofsr · 2 years

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The Daughter

Eliot Spencer x Ford! reader

I had an idea this and I hope it came out ok. I might do more with the two of them in the future.

Boston had it's ups and downs. The upside was my dad moved back from LA and was just five minutes from my place, living above the pub owned by my best friend's family. The down sides, my dad was still recovering from my half brother's death, and nearly drinking himself to death. Surviving off coffee and take out when I don't cook and leave him with left overs.

I decided to cook for him at least once a week so we can catch up about what happened since he moved to LA and I stayed in Boston. He always says I don't need to, but he's my dad, and we are both still recovering from losing Sam. We may not see eye to eye on everything, but we still get along pretty well, and it's nice having company sometimes.

I was supposed to have dinner with him last night, but we rescheduled for today. He said a friend from LA had a musical she was in and he was going to go support her, so we postponed to tonight.

I head over to his apartment around noon with supplies for dinner tonight. As I get to the door I can hear my Dad's voice, along with a few others. A woman's voice, who's words are easy to make out, then mens voices, to low to hear.

I fit the key into the lock and push it open, revealing my Dad in the kitchen holding a coffee mug, a woman sitting on a stool in one of his shirts, man in a green shirt sitting at the table with another man with a laptop, and a nun?

The sound of me coming through the door causes all of their attention to fall on me. The man in green shirt seems to sit up straighter when we make eye contact for a brief second.

I look to my dad, who has a panicked look on his face.

"What's with the nun?"

A stunned silence falls over the room, lasting about twenty seconds, then my Dad speaks.

"I can explain."

"You can? You can explain why there is a nun in your apartment, and well as a woman in your shirt?"

"She's dress like that cause she's doin'a con," the man in green says, gesturing to the nun as he stands from his chair and moves to the counter.

"Eliot." Nate groans.

"Eliot? Is this the team you worked with in LA?"

He hadn't told me much about his friends from LA or about the jobs they pulled, not in great detail, but enough to know that they seem to be good people. And something happened with them and IYS, but he never told me everything.

"That's us," the woman says, getting up from her stool and holding a hand out to me. "Sophie Devereaux."

"It nice to finally put some names to faces. Dad told me about you all."

"Dad? Your Nate's daughter?"

"Yeah. He had me before he and Maggie met." I tell her as I set the bags of groceries on the counter. "What are you all doing here though? I thought Dad was going straight?"

"We are helping the Kerrigan's," the man at the table says, turning away from his laptop. "Nate says he's not gonna help us though."

"The father and daughter he helped? Oh, he's definitely gonna cave. And if he doesn't, I'll force him."

"I'm standing right here," Nate says.

I turn to look at him, trying not to laugh at the look on his face.

" I know."

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After the gang introduced themselves, Parker and Hardison left to go the bank Kerrigan worked at, and Dad left me to sort out what I brought for dinner in the kitchen with Eliot and Sophie, while he went to shower, saying he wanted all of the stuff they brought gone when he comes back.

Sophie asked Eliot if he was leaving, to which he answered that he had over three-hundred sports channels, and he wasn't going anywhere, making me chuckle, drawing their attention to me again.

"So, how come Nate was in LA and you were here? And why didn't we know he had a daughter?" Eliot asks.

"He and my mom were together in highschool. They had me their senior year, she didn't want to be a mom that young, so she left me with my dad. I grew up with him and my grandfather. Most of my time was spent at John McRory's downstairs, Cora and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember." I tell them as I put a few things away and start washing vegetables for dinner.

"What about Maggie and Sam?" Sophie asks this time.

"When I was ten when he and Maggie got married. They had Sam a year later. When I finished highschool I got a job here in Boston, and Dad got a job in LA. It was tough, but we made it work. Then Sam's diagnosis."

"I'm sorry about Sam," Sophie says in a gentle tone.

"Thanks."

"You said you stayed here for work?" Eliot asks.

"Mhmm. I work at a restaurant. I took a class during highschool, and fell in love with it."

"Oh, you two are going to get along swimmingly," Sophie says, before walking away.

"You cook?" I ask.

"Sometimes. Is relaxing for me."

"Its the same for me."

I grab a knife and hold the handle towards Eliot.

"Care to help prep?"

He nods, takes the knife, then walks around to stand beside me. We work in silence, he chops onions and peppers, making neat piles, while I start on carrots and some potatoes.

He takes a breath to say something, but Hardison and Parker returning with their spoils, interrupt him. Once we finish prepping the ingredients, I dig containers out of the cupboard and we put all the ingredients away so the prep is done for later.

I thank Eliot for his help, then start cleaning up while Hardison sets up a printer in the living room, and connects his laptop to the TV. He starts going through tons of documents and printing them out. Soon he had them allover the living room.

My dad comes back down looking much better then he did, and immediately starts telling Hardison to clean up.

I smile to myself at the banter between them. I'm glad the team is here, Dad is happy too even though he acts otherwise. I wash the last cutting board, then set it to dry.

"Alrighty, I'm off." I walk to my dad, standing on tip-toes to kiss his cheek. " Try not to have a stroke. Eliot helped me prep everything, so all I have to do later is throw it all together."

"Alright. Be safe. And don't let the new guy get to you."

"I won't."

"You're not staying?" Parker asks.

"No. I have a new guy at the restaurant and I have to make sure he doesn't mess up."

I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder as I walk to the door.

"Why is he your responsibility?"

"I hired him. I'm co owner."

I wave one last time, enjoying the look of shock on all of their faces, then head out the door closing it behind me.

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Once the last bit of clean up was finished, the lights turned off, and the door locked behind me, I start making my way back to Dad’s apartment. I walk through McRory’s, waving to Cora as I pass through, reaching the elevator and heading to his floor. I fitting my key into the lock once more.

The living room is filled with stuff, Parker is wearing a jacket with massive shoulder pads that looks like it walked out of the 70's. Hardison is sitting in a chair, while Sophie is on the couch and Eliot is standing in front of the TV with an ice pack in his hand, Dad stands in the kitchen sipping yet another coffee.

"Hey, you guys." I say as I walk to the kitchen and set down my bag, catching the tale end of their conversation about the local mob.

A chorus of greetings is the only reply I get before they go back to talking.

"Sophie, how do you catch mob guys?" Nate asks.

"Ahhh, two glasses of Chianti and a story about my grandma in Sicily ."

"How do cops catch mob guys?"

"Taxes." The all reply.

I tune out the rest of the conversation pulling out the containers from the fridge, until dad makes a remark that is down right freaky.

"Your metaphors are creepier when you're sober," Parker says.

"I agree. You haven't said something that weird in a long time," I pipe in.

I get a laugh from Eliot, then my dad starts talking about the con they'd need to run. Hardison reminding him that the con he chose needed five people.

"Come on, Dad, just say yes. You may act otherwise, but this is the happiest if seen you in months."

He looks at me, then the team then nods his head.

"Alright. One job. Then I'm done."

Then he just walks away, without a word. I watch as he walks upstairs.

"Does he always do that?" I ask.

"Yeah." Hardison replies with a smug grin.

"He did miss us." Sophie says as she leans into Eliot's side.

I shake my head and turn back to cooking.

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When the food is done, and the table is set, we all sit down and start eating. Hardison loads his plate with food, eating like he hasn't eaten in days.

" Alec, slow down. It's not gonna be taken away," I tell him.

He shakes his head.

" Woman, this is some of the best food I've ever had. It might be better then Eliot's."

"Oh, yeah!" Parker pipes in through a mouth full.

I chuckle at her, then look at Eliot, who's already looking at me with a small smile. We maintain eye contact until my dad asks me a question about work.

I fill him in on how the new guy did, and what we decided to change on the menu. When I mentioned a rather fancy dish, Eliot asked a question about what we use in it. When I told him, he had a look of understanding on his face, a welcome change to the blank looks I get when not talking to a coworker.

We talk about our favorite recipes throughout the rest of dinner, sharing which ones Dad liked, the ones Parker and Hardison's childish tastes actually liked, or the food that Sophie says is better that any of the fancy stuff her mark's thought was worth the price they paid for it. Which recipes we changed and how it turns out.

When we all had eaten, table cleared, dishes washed and any leftovers are put away, I stat to make my goodbyes. I hug my Dad, and bid the rest of the team goodnight.

I gather my stuff and head to the the door. I pull it open, then turn and look at Eliot, who's already looking at me.

"If you ever want to come over and cook, give me a call. I'd love to try some of you food."

"I'll have to take ya' up on that," he says with a smile.

I return his smile then head out the door, a giddy feeling erupting in my chest.

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The soft smile remains on Eliot's face as the front door closes. A throat clearing pulls his attention to Nate, who has an annoyed look on his face.

"What?" Eliot asks.

"Don't." Nate growls.

"Don't what?"

"Don't flirt with my daughter. She is off limits."

"I wasn't gonna-"

"Off limits."

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chalkxtabletxtowers · 2 years

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[So, I can't draw humans, or sleazy green fictional men, for the life of me. But you know what I can do? Write Fanfiction. So the logical next step is to write an Ace x Reader. Specifically targeted towards the people that made me simp for him in the first place.

Psst, Ace simps, come get your juice]

It was dark, night setting over Townsville already, as two figures, chuckling quietly, made their way to the last store that still had open around this late hour. "No, wait, don't go further, we're there" Ace said as he opened the door, letting the bright light from the fluorescent lamp on the store ceiling shine slightly outside "Oh really?" You said, chuckling surprised as you made your way into the store "Oh wow, this really has a flood of snacks! Look at this!" You said fascinated, making your way over to the plethora of colorful bags that advertised different sugary and savory snacks. "I know, it's great. Ya don't think this is my first time here, do you?" He asked, hands already on the slushie machine, filling up his cup to the brim, the liquid almost threatening to spill out the top. "Not really" You mumbled as you decided on some bags with sour gummy worms inside. "So, are we going to pay for this?" You asked with a raised brow. You had come to experience your boyfriend stealing once, sometimes twice, so asking if he was planning to pay in the first place was always better than asking how he'd pay. You were happy for him, whenever he had money, but you weren't sure if you wanted to know where it came from. "Ya, I got some money" He mumbled as he took some crumbled dollar bills out of his pants pocket. "You know that I could give you some? The diner doesn't pay a lot, but I know that you and the other boys can use the money. Sometimes more, than me" But to that suggestion, Ace shook his head, almost violently "Listen- I know I can't offer ya a lot. We literally live next to the dumpster. But I want to give you something at least once in a while. And- and if you'd pay for it- it wouldn't come from me. I know I'm not a rich guy, but I'm trying" You sighted deeply as you patted your boyfriends shoulder. You didn't want expensive gifts, or giant bouquets of flowers, the little gifts that he gave you had much more meaning. And you loved Ace, regardless of the circumstances. You loved him for him, not for what he could provide you. "I know. I know you're trying. But if you ever need something, tell me, yeah?" He just nodded.

Eventually, you two left the store after Ace payed for your drinks and your snacks. He had gotten you a slushie aswell, memorising your favorite flavour by now. As you walked your way to the dumpster, you playfully shoved and teased each other, chuckling along the way and just enjoying the night. "Ya know, ya... wanna maybe watch the stars with me?" He asked as he pointed to the roof of a old car, standing at the site of the dumpster. "Oh I'd love to!" You said with a smile as he reached his hand out to help you crawl on top of the car. You leaned against him, head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your hips. Like this, it wasn't even cold, you could feel the warmth radiating from Ace's body and you knew, he'd give you his jacket the minute he noticed you were shivering. Yes, he was a mess and yes, he didn't have much, but he was cute and attentive. "Ya know what we should do?" He suddenly asked into the silence between the two of you, making your head perk up in surprise "Hmmh?" You asked, not sure what would come next "Snake did these... tattoos recently right? With the needle? On his arm?" Oh, you remembered that. Mostly because you had been the only one paranoid about the hygiene. But you had to admit, it looked cool once it was done. "Yeah, and?" You asked, raising a brow. "We should get some too!" He suggested with a grin, taking the last sip of his cup and then throwing it down on the ground to the rest of the waste. You made a surprised noise, almost choking on a gummy worm, before looking at him. But his look and his grin told you he meant it fully serious. "I-" You started, but then shrugged. You only lived once, right? And you loved this man. And even if it would break apart, it would always stay a fun memory of your teenage time "Sure, let's do it, why not" You then said, jumping from the roof of the car and waiting for Ace, who took your hand to lead you inside the hut "Oh I love you!" He said with a chuckle before you two disappeared inside for the rest of the night.

#ppg #ppg ace #ace copular #ace x reader #ace copular x reader #ace

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starg1rlie · 1 year

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hihi! hope youre doing well! ♡ ive never done one of these ask games before but they seem sups cute so i thought id give it a shot ! 💍 for scara please !!

im ambivert!! i really enjoy talking to people and love being around them! id describe myself as a rather calm and go with the flow. im a very patient person and like to see the brighter side of things. im a very physically affectionate person and generally just a pretty happy person 😭 i dont really like confrontation all too much but i will engage in some teasing if i know the other person is okay w it. unfortunately im also the victim of being a HUGE sappy hopeless romantic too 😔 i really enjoy writing :> music and nature are huge inspirations for me and are a big part of my life ! i also draw quite a lot too, it helps relax me and i love making things. i hope you have a great day and thank you for your time! <3 (apologies if this is too long! ^^;;)

(hello, my apologies for taking so long to get to your request, i hope that you haven't been waiting too long...i got a bit sick and i lost my motivation to write, since i dont feel like i'd be pushing out anything worthwhile for my readers at the time, but here i am <3 hope you enjoy)

biking around the city

its dangerous, he says, and yet, he still goes along with it. you first suggested it as a way to get some fresh air (as if the two of you couldn't receive fresh air from the front porch of your house), and he agreed, only because he knows how much you enjoy taking in the scenery of mother nature. of course he didn't expect for you to ask him to hold hands while doing so. if he had, he'd have refused to accompany you and would probably force you to do something else inside the house that wasn't quite so dangerous. he went along with it anyways, linking his fingers through yours as the two of you biked around the neighborhood for a bit. then scaramouche insisted the two of you head back, because it was getting late and your parents would probably murder him if he kept you out for too long.

he'll play the piano in the middle of the night

even though his mother had previously forced him to learn how to play the piano, he still secretly enjoyed it, despite all the smacks to the hand he received from his instructor. he hadn't played in a while and he felt a little nostalgic one night, so he plopped himself down in front of the grand piano, flipping the cover open and letting his fingers brush against the piano keys. slowly, he dipped into a simple melody he first learned, then ascended into a more complicated tune. all the while, he never looked up from his work, playing and playing until he played the last note. a clap startled him and he jumped up from his seat, whirling around to face you. you didn't tell me you played the piano, you'd say as he came over to wrap his arms around you. that's a one-time thing, he replied. only it wasn't; he started playing more and more every night, and you, upstairs in the bedroom, would listen contentedly under the covers, happy that he continues to play.

introduce him to romance

he legit hasn't had a single romancic occurence in his life (poor boy), and does not understand how you can be so sappy and romantic all of the time. so when you sat him down one night, scaramouche couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about the whole ordeal. romance wasn't his thing, not really, anyways. but you tossed a copy of "to all the boys i've loved before" and left him to "do his thing". a few hours later, you hear sobbing from downstairs and rush to see what's the matter. why are you crying? you asked him, rubbing a hand soothingly over his back. this book is so fucking sad, he'd say, wiping at his runny nose first and then his eyes. honey...it's a romance book...you replied, a little confused. i know. it's so fucking bad.

he'll teach you how to waltz

scaramouche isn't much of a dancer himself, but since there is a formal dance coming up at his school, and he wants to take you as his date, he practiced for weeks on end, ever since the school announced the dance. when he finally felt good about his performances, scaramouche invited you to his living room and placed a hand over your waist, the other gently clasping your hand in his. together the two of you swayed around the room until you collapsed into an exahusted heap, erupting into giggles. what's this for? you inquired, gesturing at his tuxedo and neatly combed hair the next day. what did you think i asked you to dance with me for last night? he shot back, re-adjusting his tie. we're going to the dance. with that, he promptly drags you out of the house to drive to the dance.

listens to your onslaught of playlists

it seems every day you manage to make a new playlist for him to listen to. him? he prefers indie pop and would rather slit his throat than listen to anything other than his chill music. however, since you put time and effort into the playlists, he'll scroll through it and play some of the songs in there. eventually, he'll find his head bobbing along to the songs and will scowl to himself, ripping his headphones off and glaring at his phone. your playlists...aren't as bad as i thought they'd be, scaramouche said the next day. his eyes narrowed just a bit. but we'll be talking more about your music taste in the future.

he'll organize a hike and picnic

since you seem to love nature so much, scaramouche mentally mapped out a plan for taking you out one weekend for a hike, and then a picnic at a pretty area, even going so far to take the scenic route instead of the shorter route. backpack and picnic basket in tow, he'll determindely hike up the hill with you, even though his feet are killing him and he'd much rather be relaxing back at home, watching riverdale. when the two of you finally reached the summit, he keeled over on his hands and knees, gasping and panting heavily. nope, this man is not in shape. want some water? you offer him, holding out a bottle of cold water for him. scaramouche accepted it gratefully and gulped half of it down before swiping at his chin. you're lucky that i decided to go through with this, otherwise we'd be rewatching riverdale again at home, he said pointedly, wiggling his index finger at you while he tried controlling his breathing.

#( ﾉﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ leeo writes!#(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ leo replies!!#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche genshin impact #wanderer genshin impact #the balladeer #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic #genshin #fluff #romance

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browniefox · 1 year

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Meet Me on the Horizon - Chapter 1: The First Death

Anura knew she was dying.

After the craziest, most insane, most dangerous, and maybe (definitely) the best month of her life, she was dying from something as simple as a bad fall.

Okay, maybe saying it was a ‘bad fall’ was a little simplistic. It left out getting cornered against a cliff, Anura having to stand at the back of the trio. Meri and Demergat, far more experienced and skilled fighters, were forced once more to try and keep her safe. Meri had her twin blades out, red with heat and she spun around, deflecting attacks but not doing much attacking. Demergat was the opposite with his great sword, purple poisonous magic running along the edges as he tried to slice into the enemies around them, the Corona drawing nearer. Anura could only keep track of their belongings, her shield held up to defend herself as best as she could.

ANd then she’d taken a step too far back, and a blast of energy had hit at the right moment, and she’d gone over the edge.

Now, she laid there, broken bones and bleeding out, staring upwards. The sounds of the fight was distant and hard to make sense of, impossible to track who was winning or losing. She prayed to the Night that Meri and Demergat would be okay. Anura closed her eyes, hoping the pain wouldn’t last long. It was excruciating, each breath a conscious effort. Her body was already feeling distant, like a separate thing from herself. She hoped that not too may of their supplies had been ruined; how terrible for Meri and Demergat if they had to replace everything.

She wasn't sure how long she laid there, but she was next aware of a hand on her face, so warm, and desperate whispers.

“Please, please no, come on, Anura please, please,”

Anura’s eyes fluttered and then she finally managed to reopen them. She was so tired. Above her was Meri. Brown eyes so bright they could’ve been golden stared at her with worry and sadness. Curly and thick blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that looked more like a dandelion, much of it freed from the confines after the battle, some of it stuck to her face with sweat.

“M-Mer-” Anura started and broke off into a hoarse cough that made all the pain spike worse.

“Shshshs, don’t talk, it’s going to- you’re going to be alright, Anura, I promise. I promised I’d get you home, you’re going to be okay,” Meri’s words were quiet and rushed, as if, if she spoke too loud, Anura would disappear. Maybe Anura would.

“Meride, don’t lie to her.” Demergat crouched into Anura’s line of view. Dark green eyes inspected Anura. Just when she had come around to trusting those green eyes, she was going to leave, it would seem. His hair was still in its long braid, but like Meri, many strands had broken free to make it messy and leave him looking disheveled. To the untrained eye, it looked black, but with all the time that Anura had spent with Demergat, she could see it for the dark shade of purple, infected by his magic, that it was.

“She’s going to be fine!” Meri snapped, raised voice so jarring that Anura flinched.

“M-Meri, please,” Anura lifted a shaking hand to claw at Meri’s arm. Anura’s arm felt wrong, unwilling to move as she wanted it to. Every second she held Meri, the pain grew, but she needed Meri to listen to her. “M-Meri, tell, tell my family that I, I’m sorry I never, never-” Anura broke off into a cough.

“Tell them yourself!” Meri begged. Anura shook her head.

“...” Demergat didn’t say anything, just continued to stare down at dying Anura.

Mom and Dad, she hadn’t seen them in months. She’d written a letter when she’d left the tavern, but had put off writing another throughout the entire journey. Now, she wished she had said at least something. Something about what to do if she didn’t make it, or to write that she loved them one last time, or some kind of advice that her siblings would’ve appreciated.

It was too late, though. The world was over for Anura.

Anura let out one last breath.

Above her, Meri hung her head, and with the sun behind her it looked like the woman caught on fire as she howled in sorrow. Anura’s entire being was consumed in light.

And she died.

#browniefox speaks #browniefox writes #wip #meet me on the horizon #Anura #meri #demergat

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A Pinch of Christmas Fluff (Mer AU)

It wasn't that Kazuo disliked Christmas, really- it was just that the last several hadn't been any big deal.

There was the staff Christmas party at the school, plus whatever celebrations he had with his classes, and once he'd joined Akiko on the day itself, as her in-laws hadn't been able to come and Hikaru was in the hospital.

But otherwise- and other than that one year- he spent Christmas alone.

So while he liked the season fine, enjoyed the festivities that came along with it, he wasn't planning much.

Of course, he never planned for Ryo.

They didn’t spend Thanksgiving together, as Ryo and Ginga went to their hometown- which apparently didn’t allow outsiders?- and Kazuo went home to his family, which ended up in him listening to his sisters curse Doji’s existence when he told them he’d run into the guy again.

But, as entertaining as that was, and as nice as it was to see everyone again, he was eager to see Ryo and Ginga again- a fact that his sisters teased him relentlessly about. By the time he got back into town, it was late, and though they were supposed to be back the day before him, he didn’t exactly want to bother them past midnight. So he went to bed, planning to get up bright and early to head over.

He woke up fairly early, just as wanted, but when he stretched over to shut off his alarm, and his tired gaze wandered around his room, he was suddenly shocked wide awake, pushing himself up on his arms to stare at the other person in his bedroom.

What the hell-

“Ryo??” he asked incredulously, and watched as the man scrambled to get up from where he sat on the floor, a bright grin lighting up his face that Kazuo was nowhere near prepared for this early in the morning.

“Morning, Kaz!” his boyfriend greeted him cheerfully, sitting on the edge of his bed now. “Did you have a good Thanksgiving? Get enough sleep?”

Kazuo stared at him in silence for a moment, trying to decide if this was a really vivid dream or not, but when Ryo tilted his head and gave him that curious puppy look he couldn’t help but chuckle, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair. “Uh, yeah, it was good- and I slept pretty well, I think…?” “Great, fantastic-” Ryo leaned over to kiss his cheek, and Kazuo felt his face flush at the contact, a smile slipping onto his face. “Y-yeah, it’s great, but- Ryo, wh-what’re you doing here- how did you get in??”

“You… Gave me a key?” Ryo chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him. “Not long after we started dating, remember?”

Honestly, he’d completely forgotten- he’d given him the key, sure, but Ryo had never used it before, so he certainly hadn’t been expecting it now.

“Right, right…” Kazuo shook his head and scooted closer to the taller man, still a bit baffled by the whole situation, but happy to deal with it anyway. “Why are you here, then? I mean, you definitely won’t get a complaint from me, but…”

At that, Ryo grinned again, and took him by the hands as he stood up, pulling Kazuo to his feet as well and drawing a yelp from him. “Ginga and I finished decorating the store last night, and I went a little crazy on discount decorations last year so we had a bunch left over, so I figured we could bring them over here and help you decorate! The school doesn’t go back in for a few days, right?”

Kazuo stared at him uncomprehendingly, blinking as he tried to make sense of what was being said to him. “...Decorate?” he finally asked, wondering if his brain was still just muddled with sleep. “Uh- why?”

“For Christmas!”

Ryo squeezed his hands, practically buzzing with excitement. “It’s best to decorate early, really gets you in the spirit of things! If you have some of your own we can start with those, and I brought our extra artificial tree but if you prefer real ones we can wait on that-” Ah, he thought faintly, the realization hitting him in just that moment. I’m dating a Christmas fanatic, aren’t I?

And it turned out that was just the start of things.

Ryo made breakfast for him, and Ginga- who had been waiting in his living room, apparently- proudly presented him with an iced coffee they’d gotten along the way.

He was given time to eat, and process. And then he discovered that you could, in fact, spend an entire day decorating if you had enough things to do.

Ryo had more than enough things, that much was clear.

A lot more things became clear as they hit December proper, and Ryo really got into the swing of things.

The store was like Ryo had bought out a Christmas store, their own home much the same- and it looked great, he had to admit, couldn’t find a single thing to complain about, even when he came home to more color he’d ever had in his house at once.

The Haganes’ excitement over the holiday season was infectious, and Kazuo found himself bringing cookies to share with his class, because Ryo apparently tried to bake every cookie known to man this time of year and would always dump at least two dozen on him every other day.

He found himself using a few spare decorations to spruce up his office, smiling at handmade reindeer- from when Ginga was a child, evidently- and chuckling whenever he glanced up at the small snowflakes he’d hung from the ceiling.

He even found himself wearing a santa hat to work some days, much to the delight of his students, coworkers, and Ryo alike.

All this was done to Doji’s absolute hate, as well, which was just the cherry on top of the whole thing, and it maybe encouraged him more than it should’ve.

(He drew the line at brightly colored, light-up sweaters, though. Ryo could keep those all to himself.)

Kazuo found himself enjoying the season more than he had in years, probably the most he had since he was a kid, and seeing just how happy Ryo was this time of year, how excited he got as the day itself got closer? Absolutely wonderful. It made his day every time he saw his boyfriend smile like that.

For the first time in years, he was actively looking forward to Christmas.

On Christmas Eve, he stayed at the Hagane’s house, watched so many movies he lost track of them all, had more sweets than was any kind of healthy, and stayed up way too late playing a game of Monopoly that ended in Ryo tripping and falling into the tree when he stood up in mock outrage.

(Ginga had been the winner. Kazuo was inclined to believe Ginga had stolen from the bank a few times when Ryo was distracting him with kisses) In the end, he fell asleep tucked against Ryo’s chest, both of them bundled up in the pile of blankets Ryo had dumped on the couch, with Christmas music and a YouTube video of a fireplace playing quietly in the background.

Kazuo was pretty sure he didn’t stop smiling for the entire night.

He woke slowly, nothing but cozy warmth surrounding him, and at first he was confused, because this didn’t seem like his place, and though he was comfortable, whatever he was laying on was definitely not his bed.

Then there was a chuckle from somewhere above him, quiet but rumbling around him, and a hand carded gently through his hair, the combined sensations nearly sending him right back to sleep without a single care to where he was.

“You awake, seashell?” The voice was rumbly too, but this time he recognized it, and Kazuo found himself smiling again as the night before came back to him, all the way up to when he finally drifted off in Ryo’s arms.

Am I really so lucky?

“A little…” he mumbled sleepily, nuzzling more into the warmth that he’d now remembered to be his lovely, warm, wonderful boyfriend. “You’re comfy…” He called me seashell-

Ryo chuckled again, and Kazuo was sure he was grinning like an absolute fool at the sound, starting to wake up more. “Yeah, I thought so- you wouldn’t even let me get up to bring in the presents earlier,” Ryo murmured back, fingers running through his hair again. “But I just couldn’t bear to wake you up…”

“Sorry…” Kazuo yawned as he apologized, nuzzling into the touch.

"No you're not," Ryo rumbled out another laugh, leaning in to kiss his head, and Kazuo could've just melted.

"Fake apologies aside, though, I do need to get up now, seashell- I need to put the presents out before Ginga wakes up."

Kazuo summoned all his theatrical prowess to sigh dramatically, but reluctantly untangled himself from his boyfriend and slid down to sit on the floor, watching as Ryo unfolded himself from the couch and hurried off.

I never thought I'd be so happy, but now I don't know what I'd do without them…

Soon Ryo emerged again with several bags of presents, which he carefully arranged around the tree for the unsuspecting teen still asleep in his room.

Then he bent down to give Kazuo another kiss, which he happily returned, and this time when Ryo walked off to the kitchen, Kazuo followed- after adding a few presents of his own to the pile, of course- and the two started to make breakfast together, exchanging little giggles at their own rumpled appearances and trading brief kisses back and forth while trying to stay quiet.

Personally, Kazuo was almost hoping that the morning would never end, that they'd stay in this soft coziness forever- where he didn't have to worry about being seen when he shouldn't, or about the gaudily-dressed shark roaming around his workplace.

But all good moments must come to an end- lucky for him, though, it was replaced with one just as good, if… a bit louder.

Ginga announced his consciousness by sprinting down the hall and bursting into the kitchen, tackling his dad with an excited yell of "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!" that Kazuo definitely did not startle back from, and Ryo nearly knocked over the skillet when he laughed and spun the kid around.

Kazuo promptly shoved them both out of the kitchen, announcing they should start on presents so neither of them set anything on fire, and busied himself with finishing up the meal, content to listen to Ginga's excited exclamations from the room over.

He grinned when the book about seahorses was discovered, and laughed when he heard Ginga find the plush- the awed gasp and instant announcement of "HIS NAME IS PEGASUS" made that pretty clear, even if the spikey-haired head poking into the room and thanking him repeatedly didn't.

Finally he brought plates of food out and sat down to join them, sliding a couple more wrapped packages from his bags over to Ryo while Ginga dug some out from… Behind the couch, apparently? They were certainly hidden well, based on Ryo's baffled expression, and Kazuo laughed around a forkful of eggs as the presents were all dumped in the other man's lap, Ginga grinning victoriously.

Yeah, I wouldn't expect anything less.

"No way-"

Ryo barked out a laugh as he unwrapped the softest package and lifted the contents up so he could see. "Kaz-"

He peered past the sweater to look at Kazuo, eyes shining and a huge grin on his face and Kazuo couldn't help but smile back even as he rolled his eyes.

"You wouldn't stop talking about them, and I know you don't have one like this."

"God, Kaz, I love you-"

Ryo said it so simply, the words coming out so easily that Kazuo almost missed it, only having time to freeze up as Ryo leaned in to give him yet another kiss on top of countless others.

He loves me.

Is it really so easy for him…? Is it just… that simple?

He loves me?

…Let's have that crisis later.

They went through the rest of the presents more slowly, chatting and eating between them- and with Kazuo maybe tearing up at the sheer number of things Ginga had made for him, he had to hug the kid for a solid few minutes after he was done- and when there didn't seem to be any wrapping paper intact, and Ginga was already buried in his book about seahorses, Kazuo snuggled back up in Ryo's arms, sighing happily and letting his eyes fall shut.

"Merry Christmas, angelfish," he heard Ryo murmur, and suppressed an eye roll at the nickname, instead just smiling and pressing in closer.

"Merry Christmas, sunshine," he replied quietly, and took great joy in the way Ryo's breath audibly caught before another kiss was dropped onto his head, the taller man carefully angling them back until they were laying down right there on the floor, arms wrapped around each other.

A hand started carding through Kazuo's hair again, and he could've purred, feeling nothing but warm and happy and loved.

He loves me.

…And I love him.

#beyblade metal saga #beyblade au #beyblade oc #ryo hagane #ginga hagane

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gleviachain · 11 months

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1st Art of 2023, 100 First Artworks and a Look Back (Post)

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Because of the character limit on Instagram (there's the short version, so I recommend reading that first), I'm going to use Tumblr for this one. I'll start from questions what I've been doing and why it took so long. Hope this adds some extra information.

I've been making this since January 1st, with the sole intention to be the first upload of 2023. First, but also one of the best, really best, I wanted this artwork to be the grand opening to this year and something that I'd be absolutely, completely pleased with and proud of, but I was downright overwhelmed by the scale, as I have never made an illustration of this magnitude. In my infinite assurance and naivety, I thought this would take me 1-2 months, maybe 3 tops, 4 for polishing everything and that's final, but it wasn't final, it was a great mistake to say the least and one of the most painful art experiences I've been through. It was eyeopening and made me question my decisions whether should I keep making illustrations. However, I still approached this piece with a distance, like it's just a digital drawing only bigger than the usual, let's have fun and see what I can do, it's gonna be interesting. But this light attitude sort of petered out along the way, and with every passing day, week and month, it became an inconvenience. Stress and anxiety really did delay this piece.

I didn't want to rush this thing, this piece was supposed to be the polar opposite of the previous artwork, whereas Mona fight was pressured to come out at the end of 2022, had majority of the work put together in one day haphazardly, lacked many features, and turned out rather disappointing to me, this one should have all the time in the world, a lot of care put into it, and every line, little detail or pixel must be thought through. It was time-consuming to the ungodly extreme, I trapped myself, but it was a conscious decision. It's not like I was slaving over this day and night every day every month, absolutely not, I didn't want to be a drudgery. Well, it might have been a drudgery for the people waiting for my next upload, but I don't have that much of a following in the first place. But I like my gallery, and I'm still excited about new ideas.

About the piece, it's pretty self-explanatory, but also personal to me and quite symbolic. It shows my creations getting revenge on me (maybe not, rather an art depiction of me, something close to the persona, but it's not me, it's an avatar, my representation, why am I delving into this so much). The reason was the poor quality of my last upload and that was their intervention. But as the time went on, It looked more like message concerning my long absence and inability to motivate and create, so it speaks volumes to me. Hope you like it too. I don't know what else to add, this follow-up is all over the place, I feel tired writing all of this (also the following posts), but it's finally done. Hope to get better in time, I have artwork ideas for the future, so until next time on my Instagram.

(instagram.com/gleviachain/)

For this special occasion, I'm offering you a complete look back on the first one hundred artworks that I had made over the years. You might call this a retrospective, and I'm cutting this into parts, because there's too much material. This commentary took over two weeks to write, this post is the last bit. Since there are elements from all 100 uploads in this, I will show them to you, comment on them, and give you the comparison between the old and the new. Yes, all one hundred illustrations, from the characters to the landscapes. Some of you may find them curious, poor, really good, average, fine or extremely terrible. Either way, I hope this will be a quite interesting experience. Let's give it then in the following posts!

#illustration #artwork #art #digital art #digital illustration #my artwork #my art #tumblrtextpost #vent

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oldschoolcrimefighters · 11 months

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#197: Death in the Stars is a decent story and there's a lot of good Harry scenes, not one of my favorites but plenty to flail over so worth a read. In the meantime I promised I'd yell about things so here's a little commentary and mostly yelling about Harry being cute

First off: This story takes place outside of New York and features Harry working directly with Shads-As-Cranston, which is always great. What makes it a little weird is that a third party is also aware that 'Cranston' is The Shadow. Shads interacted with this guy in City of Shadows as Cranston, and secretly helped him as The Shadow, but never fully tipped his hand.

I am... intensely curious about the exact chain of events, here.

Anyway, in other news, Harry Vincent.

As Harry pictured it, there had been robbery in The Shadow's very presence; and that, in itself, indicated that something worse had happened. Others could worry about the jewels and the fire; Harry was thinking only of The Shadow, wondering what fate awaited him.

Of course he is.

Harry thought that his part was to be a minor one; instead, it was a lifesaver. If ever The Shadow had needed aid, it was then. Some crook had gotten in a lucky gun stroke. The Shadow was reeling, blindly. He had struck a tree, but couldn't even grasp it to find shelter behind it. A pair of thugs were rallying, to aim at the cloaked foe who had almost demolished them. Harry filled the breach with the most ardent rapid fire that he had ever supplied. He didn't care about anyone, Rundon included, when The Shadow's life was at stake. Harry would have delivered that heartfelt barrage even if Lois had still been a prisoner.

YES YES YES HARRY TO THE RESCUE, FINALLY

His aim was a trifle high, but it counted just the same.

YOU WILL NOT RUIN THIS FOR ME. HARRY TO THE RESCUE! 8D

Later, Harry and Shads dock somewhere and people in the gloom appear with guns and tell Harry to put his hands up, Harry draws and Shads intervenes because whoops they're deputies not criminals.

His swift and timely intervention had saved Harry's life, along with one or more of the deputies.

Damn right Harry would've taken several guys with him. They were the wrong guys, but I'm still gonna be proud of my baby, shut up.

Above the lake, The Shadow saw the rising lights of the taxi plane, winging toward Los Angeles. There was a whispered laugh in the darkness, signifying that The Shadow thought that all was well. For he believed that his agent, Harry Vincent, was safely on board that plane, taking a night flight to the city.

This is just cute. Shut up.

In a brief change of pace:

"Not yet," returned Rufus. "But we may as well let the other simps work on the guy. Come on."

'Simp' is apparently a much older word than I was aware.

Anyway back to Harry.

WITH the lantern gone, the cell passage became absolutely black. [...] He heard slight stirs from the others: the darkness seemed to annoy them. Finally, they quieted. But the darkness didn't bother Harry. He rather liked it. Harry's head was aching badly; even the brief display of light had hurt his eyes. Besides, he could think well in darkness.

Of course he likes the dark.

Harry wasn't worried about his chief, not even when the opposition was numerous. But he foresaw one serious handicap. The Shadow had depended upon Harry's return to Lake Calada. Whatever his plans, The Shadow would have to change them at the last moment. It wasn't a pleasing prospect, considering that there was no one else who could supply whatever duties The Shadow expected from Harry.

sweet baby just wants to help

Meanwhile--

There was a knock at the study door. It was Denwood, ready to start for Grendale's. With one of Cranston's affable smiles, The Shadow went along, to a hired boat that was waiting at the dock. His maskish face showed none of the worry that he actually felt. Impulse urged The Shadow to make a prompt trip to the lair beneath Indian Rock; there to deal with crooks. But he resisted his wish to speed to Harry's rescue.

SFISSDAQJ

"NONE OF THE WORRY THAT HE ACTUALLY FELT"

when I tell you I was grinning for most of my workday over this shit

Okay they get Harry and the other prisoners back but there's still more plot, the residents want Cranston to agree to something, read the story if you want details.

"Gentlemen," came the calm-toned reply, "I shall be delighted to undertake the intriguing task that you suggest." Only Harry Vincent, long in The Shadow's service, could sense the mockery behind that acceptance. He was sure that The Shadow was laughing inwardly; later, perhaps, Harry would know why.

Listen I understand that I am easy to please shipping trash but Harry knows Shads so well by this point <3

Harry at dinner with the other ex-prisoners and a girl talking over their plan, the girl expresses her doubts:

["]Individually, you have demonstrated just one ability -- that of being trapped." Randon's eyes flashed fury. Carradon looked very much annoyed. But Harry eased the tension with a chuckle, as he told the others: "Lois is right."

"lol honey you have no idea"

#the shadow #crimefighter commentary #harry vincent #pulp novel #197: Death in the Stars #harry vincent rescue counter

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Perhaps the ways of the wild are encoded within Apex, or he has simply found the Manticore ability conducive to his survival. After all, if anyone is looking for him, they are probably looking for the man-shaped bioweapon who fell into the icy Arctic waters, gravely wounded, years ago — not the high-maintenance, encompassing mutation of which he was capable.

High maintenance means little when the required maintenance is simple (if not copious) feeding and he has learned to follow the tuna as they, in turn, follow the flashing hordes of current-carried baitfish throughout the vast reaches of the Atlantic. One man among the populations of the world is a needle in a haystack, yes, but one creature whose sightings by the odd bleary-eyed mariner are unlikely to believed among millions of square miles of desolate blue.

So perhaps he has grown secure in his invisibility, then; tonight he comes within sight of a coastline for the first time in months. It’s the wind that drew him in, carrying the scent of something a little more intriguing than tuna off the sun-scorched beaches, and he orients himself to the west by the magnetic draw in his brain and follows it in.

TA-80E-16 makes landfall in the late hours of the night. The minimal moon is plenty of light for his four dark eyes, though, it takes him some time to adjust to terrestrial movement again — as his claws find sand and begin to take his weight. His limbs shake, and for a moment he settles to lie half in and half out of the surf as he clears seawater and accumulated fluid from his unused lungs in a series of spasming snorts, but then his calibrating eyes find what he was looking for: the hulking carcass of a washed-up whale, tinged with just enough rot to bring him in by the nose from miles off shore.

He rises again, still coughing like a sick dog as saltwater streams from his eel-like, razor-lined maw — his plated gill slits have already sealed shut — and plods unsteadily toward the corpse. It’s an unsettling sight; a thing that resembles a shark only in profile stumbling on four legs out of the sea, dragging its tail, fins and what appears to be a mane of tentacles through the sand (all of the above light up a warning bioluminescent blue as he sends a few mammalian scavengers bolting for the cover of the sea grass), and climbing atop the dead whale. He is already three or four massive, gory bites in when he realizes he is still not alone, and the glowing blue appears once more amid the subtle dappling and stripes just visible along his arched charcoal back. Perhaps mercifully, in a year or more without the use of his lungs, he has forgotten he can snarl, and so scans the beach with his fins flared and tail poised to bludgeon, sleek body drawn up to pounce, in absolute silence.

News of a beached and dead whale was never something a biologist wanted to hear. The loss of life was bound to happen, but it fell to the scientists to figure out how it died, for safety's sake. There was already something affecting the otters and birds on the west coast; they had to make sure it wasn't spreading to other species.

Meela had already been in the area, so it fell to her to go out and do a preliminary check, to look for any major wounds or signs of old age that might have led to its death– and to cordon off the area so thrill-seekers wouldn't get any stupid ideas. (Or try to re-enact that disaster with a beached whale and fucking dynamite.)

She'd just trudged up the grass and dunes when the smell hit her, and she winced. It certainly wasn't fresh, and she hoped she wouldn't have to chase off any scavengers. The last thing she wanted was to fight off a coyote in order to do her job. She crested the sandy dune, and promptly froze at the sight of what was currently ripping great mouthfuls out of the carcass.

What… the fuck… was THAT??

She could feel her mouth hanging open and her brow furrowing as she looked at the thing. It was like… if a shark had sprouted legs and tentacles. Oh, bioluminescence too– oh. Oh, it knew she was here. She dropped back behind the dunes, holding her breath as her mind raced. Had that thing killed the whale, or just been drawn in by the scent? The whale was a bigger meal and she was no threat to it. Hopefully it would go back to eating. Still… she pulled out her phone and flipped on the camera before crawling back up through the grass. She had to at least get a picture of this thing…

#Answered #vehxmence

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kookiecrumb · 3 years

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jjk|| Your Head

"tags": @kazthebrekkerofinej

word count: uhhhh

summary: Jungkook is the heir to the throne of your Kingdom! In this tale of duty versus heart, will love prevail victorious?

tags: Royalty!Jungkook x Peasant!Reader, oneshot, smut, fluff, slight angst, some crack, pining, forbidden lovers, Jungkookie has a sweet tooth, strangers to friends to lovers

warnings: explicit language, impact play, birthday sex (technically), fingering, oral (m receiving*), love marking, alcohol consumption, s&m themes, horny grinding, praise kink/body worship

a/n:

hey guys!

Firstly, I want to say how proud I am of myself for growing so much during this fic. I learned a lot about what I'm comfortable with, what I'd like to work on, and where my confidences lie.

I won't lie and say it's been easy, because writing this meant dealing with a lot of my fears? I'm excited for all the works that are to come.

The only thing I can do is be as receptive to growth as possible, so I'm looking forward to learning...

*I actually learned that Vaseline wasn't invented until like the 1870s? The fic is written in the 1810s, so I actually had a choice between having them do it with vegetable oil or spit. Spit won.

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5 years ago

You bend over to pick up an apple that had rolled over under your father's produce cart, praying that it isn't bruised so that you have to pay for it out of your dinner, when a crumpled piece of paper hits you in the ass.

Confused, you crawl out from under the stand and unwrap the paper.

The paper itself is of the finest quality you've ever seen. It's a sturdy cardstock, bleached white with gold etchings on the borders. The print on the top of it reads "His Highness Jeon's Royal Study," and scribbled in some kid's amateur cursive below, "Nice butt."

You directed your gaze upwards, towards the towering castle walls. Sure enough, a boy no older than 15 had his noggin popping out from the top of the rampart, with two wide eyes staring down, curious as to your reaction. This was Prince Jungkook, heir to the throne of your kingdom.

"Shouldn't you be equestrian horse riding or playing polo or something?" You shout. He furrows his eyebrows, apparently offended at your assumption, and then disappears behind the edifice.

Moments later, another paper hits your shoulder as you're practicing your caligraphy behind your cart. It lands between the apples, so you reach your hand over and fish out out.

You glance up at the anticipant, and sure enough he's there with his doe eyes and his coconut head, ogling.

"No, dumbie. That's at MID-day." Well how were YOU supposed to know the royal schedule of the crown prince, it wasn't just common knowlegde you learned from being a humble farmer's daught--

Ah!

"Will you STOP?!" You put your foot down. "Unless you're here to buy my apples, then you're not getting ANY, little Prince." Oh, shit. You gave him ideas. Now it was really over for you.

In less than half an hour, half a company of men arrived at the marketplace, asking about your little old apple stand, and sure enough, Jungkook had bought out the entire cart so that you were forced to help with the transaction.

The young prince had eyes frankly too big for his head, with the most prominent cupid's bow you've ever seen. His nose slightly outgrew his face and his ears were hidden away behind his short, black hair. "Now you can talk to me." He gave you a rose he'd stolen from the royal garden. "I am Jungkook, heir to the throne of--"

"I know who you are." You interrupt him, documenting His Highness' total in your calligraphy book.

With a hand perched on his chest from surprise, he scoffed. "And I happen to think you're really pretty, so I was going to ask you to be my very first consor--"

"You're 15, you have playmates not consorts."

"And how old are you?!" He's had it, raising his voice and taking a bite out of one of your apples with force.

"16, old enough to have suitors." You tease. Jungkook hangs his head a little. He just needed someone to talk to, it would seem. Reluctantly, you scribbled down your address down on a piece of note paper and handed it to him.

"Look, if you buy more of my apples, I'll have an excuse to tell my Dad so I can hang out with you." You spoke in a low voice as to not raise suspicion.

Your dad is standing negotiating with the guards about prices, his usual embarassing haggling gruffly overpowering the guards elegant twiddle-tones.

"Wonderful! See you soon, my sweet!" He resumes his confident demeanor, tucking the paper into his overcoat with a small smile. He salutes you boyishly and marches away with a year's supply of apples.

For the next week, the royal kitchen had baked 3 apple pies, made 5 fruit salads, 4 batches of apple muffins, and threw the rest of them in Sangria; that's the same Sangria as King Jeon finds himself drinking in his wife's drawing room on Sunday.

"Call Chef, fetch him up here." He waves to his assistant, keeping his eyes on the outside. He was deep in thought, his hands stoicly behind his back.

The Kingdom had been prosperous for over many years now, and war had not come close to threatening its borders in a lifetime. Negotiations were always successful, and quality of living was high. The work of a King, in a situation such as this, was to perfect the image of the royal family as strong rulers, and to paint his daughters as desirable to foreign heirs.

"Your Grace," the assistant called his attention, "Head Chef Sung." The dainty man bows and scurries off somewhere else.

Chef Sung is a portly man, who carries himself heaving with every step, his great belly inflating with each hefty inhale. He approaches the King, and kneels down to kiss his hand with his fat lips.

The King recoils in disgust, but quickly collects himself and his words. "Where are these apples from, is it France or Spain?" He demands.

"Neither, Your Highness." Mr.Sung lifts up his eyes. "They are from our Holy Kingdom; by order of Prince Jungkook, an entire cart was purchased of these apples and we have not been able to get rid of them." Tears threatened Chef Sungs eyes at the very mention of the fruit.

'Well, there's one thing the kid's done right.' King Jeon now faces the Chef, setting down his drink on a mahogany table, leaning against it casually. "Well! Good. I'd like to meet the owner of that cart, invite him to my Sunday brunch."

"Oh, yes, of course sir! You'll never see them in our kitchen aga--What?" Chef Sung takes out his handkerchief, waving it around in the air and drying his tears at once. "So you like them! Why...Yes! Yes, of course!"

Your father thought it would be valuable to have you around the kitchen, learning from the skilled men and women employed by the Jeon family. He only visited once a week to drop off fresh produce, (he'd been officially hired to handle restocking of goods) but you, after showing promising signs of being a gifted baker during one of your father's restocks, were granted scholarship by Ms.Kang to be her aid.

You were now, officially, a resident of the Jeon Estate, residing in the servant's quarters, immediately adjacent to the kitchen. This was convenient. It was far too convenient for a certain little Prince to get the idea of wanting a midnight snack and wandering downstairs.

One day, he does just that. He finds his way into the first bedroom to the right of the stairs facing the kitchen, and that happens to be your bedroom.

He pokes you awake. "Ow! Ow, whyyy~" You whine and toss yourself over to the other side of the bed. His irritating poking persists. You grab his fingers and your eyes shatter open.

You sit up, alarmed. "You could have me arrested, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I wanted a midnight snack! Besides, I wanna talk to you." He pouts, still holding a small teddy companion.

"Fine. I'll bake you ONE sheet of cookies." You slip on your night shoes and shuffle to the kitchen, and Jungkook tags along.

By the time Jungkook's 18th birthday comes around, he's in the kitchen helping you whisk buttercream to top his cake while having a tease at the Austrian Princess' mole.

"You have one right under your lip, look!" You take a little buttercream from the bowl and stain the dark spot with it.

He licks it up and hastens to add, "it needs more sugar, lady!" as he turns to grab a puffy bag of confection sugar.

"You're impossible to please." Snatching the sugar away from him, you smirk. "You can gobble down as many sweets as you want when the ball commences. Remember, this is the year you're supposed to be keeping your eye out for a girl of a good fam--"

"Yada yada, must have hips for childbearing, yada yada yada..." He mocks the speech his mother had told him that morning when he got dressed.

"Exactly." You set your bowl aside to fix Jungkook's tie. "Yes, and that's your duty, as our heir."

You step back and examine Jungkook one more time. He'd grown so tall in the last year, his legs like spider's and he was just beginning to grow into his features. Handsome boy.

You, too, had grown into an elegant young woman. You had a poised complexion, ready-mannered and graceful. Your hands seemed out of place in your otherwise feminine frame, carrying an extra bit of girth from baking. You were 19 years old.

Marriage was becoming an uncomfortably frequent topic during your visits home, as your mother had married young, herself, she expected the same of you.

Truth be told, there were plenty of offers for your hand. You were a skilled and very esteemed individual, who had broken into thr artisinal class. But your father knew better than put a dowry on your happiness. So long as you worked, he saw no reason to marry you off just yet.

"Now, go. Your sisters must be worried sick! Go out there." You shoo him, pushing him out the door of the kitchen despite his flailing arms.

Throughout the party, you'd been carrying a platter of your own baked goods, serving them to the aristocrats attending the Princes' coming-of-age ball. Accents from all over Europe and some from Kingdoms as far East as Cyprus jubilantly engaged in artful conversation which filled the air with good spirits.

Jungkook, himself, was busy being introduced to as many women as possible, a medley of presenting duchesses, ladies, and even Princesses of your Kingdom. They were each more qualified than you'll ever be, ten-fold.

One was a Greek Princess, her hair cascaded in darling curls down her shoulders and her eyes were deep-set, her voice a flirtatious trill.

Another, a Prussian Princess', posture radiated excellency, and whose complexion sparkled like powdered snow. Jungkook greeted her warmly, pleased with her appearance.

Distracted, you tripped up your skirt and dropped the remainder of your pastries. With that, you stepped off to use the restroom.

The sound of Strauss' Rosen aus dem Süden faintly loomed in the air as you wiped tears from your waterline in the mirror. That was just the way it was, wasn't it? Princes come of age, and they find wives who they commit their lives to.

"Married men don't have friends who are girls." You say out loud, just to realize it. Jungkook was now expected to find a mate within the season, and he was, in fact, quite the eligible bachelor.

Little did you know that Jungkook had been keeping an eye out for you throughout the party, not only because you were carrying his favorite Danish pastires, but because he knew your company was his greatest comfort.

He's in the midst of greeting the Duchess of Kent when he excuses himself to go look for you. He finds your mess first, frowning as he realizes something has gone terribly wrong.

He catches you in the hallway, face puffy and shaky. He grabs your wrist to keep you from darting back to the kitchen.

"Please don't do this, it's my birthday, y/n." It's as if an unspoken rule had been broken between you, and he feels it. Something is making you uncomfortable. "Was it the girls? You told me about this, it's my duty to at least greet them and--"

"Yeah, you sure did greet the Prussian woman nicely." You speak through tears. "She's the girl you were born to be with, huh? Your birthright?"Jungkook is silent. "Every girl at that ball wants to be your wife, want to have your children. They haven't known you for a day and yet they're ready to be your bride."

You search Jungkook's eyes for any sign of coherence, hoping that he would defend against you, that he would speak up and tell you otherwise. No such argument comes.

You yank your arm from his grip and march to the kitchen to remake the pastries you spilled.

You had the job of clearing off all the tables upon the departure of the last guests. It is midnight, and the windows of the castle stream moonlight down on the carpet beneath your feet. The glow of candles soothe you as you hum the waltzes which echo in your mind. It's a brilliant evening.

The centerpieces of the tables were gardenias, lush rose-like flowers with yellow pistils.

Summer, 1809

"Jungkook, wait! You're going to make me trip!" You shout from the top of the hill.

"You've gotta come see before the sun sets! It's the only way we'll get there on time, now run!" Jungkook's speeding down the terrain towards the Sycamore tree which grew deep and wide beneath the banks of a great rushing river.

You groan and throw caution to the wind, rolling down the steep mount in your Sunday dress. Jungkook turns to watch you, a grin spreading across his handsome face. "Look at you!"

You land on your feet at the bottom and scurry off to join Jungkook under the grandfather tree, out of breath entirely. "Now, look what you made me do. You're such a boy, you know that?! Making me come out here just to see some bloody--"

Jungkook has plucked a gardenia and placed it behind your ear. "Would you shut up? We got here on time. Behold."

In all its glory, the sun bathes you in its vivacious rays, creating a feeling of heavenly bliss as it dips below the horizon. The sky blushes pink, its clouds mere whisps above you. Wind rustles the leaves of the grand tree, rousing the birds to chirp their afternoon song.

"Mom used to come here all the time with my Dad, because of these." Jungkook clasped the blooming flower in his tender hands.

After a while, he says "the bugs will come out soon, so we ought to go back," as if he's trying not to scare something away. He helps you up, and with one last look across the valley, you walk next to each other back to the East Quarters.

You take all the silverware and plates by the tub to the dish-washing station and toss all of the linen napkins into the washing machine. All you had left was to blow out the lights in leading upstairs.

"Prince! It is very late, and there are no guests left for you to entertain. What troubles you?" Jungkook's sitting on the stairs with his head in his hands, still wearing his best suit.

"I disappointed you, y/n...I didn't like any of them." He admits, lifting his head up to sulk at you. "I should have told you then, but I didn't want to make you upset!"

Did Jungkook mistake your jealousy for disappointment?

"I'm not upset because you didn't hit it off with the girls..." You sigh. A confession is due, and he's ready to hear the truth from you about how you feel about him.

"Well, the truth is, I didn't like any of the girls because I like you, y/n. But you know that, don't you?" You pause, asking him to elaborate.

"Remember when I bought all the apples because I wanted to be with you? Like...I told you that you were my consort and I kind of meant it?" He felt pathetic now, realizing that you weren't just ignoring his advances. "So you didn't friendzone me for 2 years, you actually didn't know that I liked you."

It was almost laughable, a situation you would read in one of your illegal novels which you kept tucked away in your pillow at night. "No, Kookie, I didn't." You admit to your insolence.

You can't bear to lead him on any longer. You needed to put duty over your own self interest for the sake of the kingdom, even if it shattered his hope. It was better this way.

"But, you do know that we can't ever be a thing, right? It's just silly." Your heart tightens with the words which fall out of your mouth. "It is. Nevermind what your parents would think, what would it do for your image? You're on the world's stage, Jungkook, and you're a selfish person if you think you can just throw all of your duties away to date a scum of the Earth like-- like me!" With your heart in your throat, dry your eyes with your sleeve. "And...I want to, I really really want to, more than anything else to love you, Jungkook. I love you! I...can't." Through the blur of your tears, the shapeless blob that Jungkook has become stands up.

Taking his thumb and swiping it under your eyes, he sighs. Words escaping him, he takes your trembling body against his chest and nestles his head in the crook of your neck. Your cold hands travel underneath his overcoat to hold his waist. The Princes' lips plant a gentle kiss on your neck, chaste yet deep and satisfying.

"I will not accept any bride if not you, my love." He draws back, meeting your fervid gaze. "To the world, I remain a bachelor for a few years."

"And after those years, Jungkook?" You ride your hands up to caress the man's jaw. "You will still love me after those years, and then what?"

"I don't know," he says, voice as soft as powder. "I don't know many things, y/n, that's why I need you to teach me." His palms are rubbing at your waist, beckoning you closer.

His breath quickening as you lean your body against his hold, and you figure it must be the wine he drank to calm his nerves. That was it, wasn't it? He was drunk.

"You're not drunk, are you?" Your face sours, really hoping it's not the case as you feel your body temperature rise.

"Y/N, I've only had a glass. You saw I was a wreck back there." His lips kept chasing yours in a dance you can't quite describe. "I have wanted to hold you like this since I saw you selling apples on the street. Give me the honor..." His forehead against yours and his strong hands supporting your back, he's already fucking you with his eyes.

"The pleasure of being your lover." He squeezes your waist tight with his forearms, planting brisk kisses behind your ear and breathing in your scent. He smiles against you. Your skin pebbles at his affectionate touch, purring softly as your eyes roll back in delight.

"Kookie..." You breathe, leaning on his broad chest. "Kook, the maids are wondering where I am, I have to go..." You slur, tugging at his collar.

He grunts in protest, taking your ear between his teeth and nibbling it.

"If you let me go, I'll steal some cake for you tomorrow at breakfast." If there's anything Jungkook likes more than Cream Ice, it was cake. He unravels you from his arms and nods, his eyes softening.

"Request my service tomorrow, from Ms.Kang. She's been sweet on me lately." You peck his cheek before stepping back. Your rouge has embarrassingly stained His Grace's cheek.

Jungkook bows and presses a kiss on your hand, eyes rising to meet yours. "Til' morrow, babe."

Jiyoo shakes you awake the next morning, handing you a cake and a note that reads: "Prince Jungkook has a commission he must discuss with you. Meet him at his chamber immediately."

Lacing on a simple corset over your nightgown, you try not to look too red in the face as you climb up the stairs to His Majesty's room. You'd be up there alone, as requested. The girls would absolutely start rumors based on that alone-- rumors which you realize are probably totally true. This was stuff of scandal, after all...

'There shouldn't be anything scandalous about love.' You decide as you rap on His Highness' door.

"Please enter...but only if you have my cake!" Jungkook says in his morning voice. He's so cute.

The simplicity of Jungkook's abode takes you by surprise. His bedroom is very well lit, a capital display of the flowered valley through his bay windows washed the room in gold, painting his porcelain white carpets and his cotton sheets a warm creme color. His drawers and vanity were etched in gold, with breathtaking detailing.

The Monarch himself was splayed across the bed, laying on his side casually. He held a glass in his hand, holding a white wine. He puts down his glass and sits up as your presence.

"We both know that you didn't come here as my servant." You lock the door behind you. "And I have no such commission to give you, darling." The innocence which undertones his usual speech is missing as he coaxes you towards him.

"This much I know, Your Majesty," You say, taking a bit of frosting on your index finger and smudging it on the Princes lips. His black eyes, as cunning as a viper, watch you dangerously as you push two fingers past his plush lips. He wraps his hands around your wrist and draws your hand away, his gaze fixating on you.

"Set the cake down." At his command, you carefully place the confection down on a nearby chest, feeling Jungkook's eyes on you, drawing you back towards his grip.

"Let me pull your laces apart," with your waist held by his Herculean hand, he hums "and then let me pull you apart. I want to memorize your pleasures and gratify your desires, I need it, y/n..." Your back flush against his chest and your thighs split, his hands knead into you as he litters your collar with his mark.

You gasp softly against the crook of his neck, giving into his hold of you. His hot tongue spreads under your jaw, closing into a hard kiss as his hands travel back up to undo your corset and free your tits.

One by one, his fingers pop open the buttons left on your gown until the collar hangs off-shoulder to expose your collarbone. At the sight of new skin, Jungkook's tongue darts to stain it.

His hands stagger above your breasts. "Is it okay if I touch you here?"

"Oh, Kookie, touch me everywhere~" Your hands form fists around Jungkook's shirt, beckoning him impossibly closer.

Grasping one ever so carefully, his thumb grazes your bud as he playfully bites under your ear. "ah-- ahh,"

Jungkook groans in response, he can't believe how cute you sound. Curious, he wants to hear more, so he traces your thighs and experimentally pushes up the outside your cunt.

You squirm, tensing up immediately in response. You bring your hands down to find the latch on his trousers and dip your hands below to rub him through his undergarments. He heatedly bucks up to meet your touch, a panting mess.

You face him now as he watches you ride his fingers while you grip his girth through his clothes. He takes you by the ass and places you on his prominent bulge, hips rolling into you as he hungrily kisses you, his firm hands grinding your core on his cock.

His face is a sinful red, panting under you desperately.

"I've been wanting to do this," His voice warbles through your touch, running your thumb along his underside. It's his turn to gasp. He sits up and collapses his lips into yours, softer than rose petals and his taste faintly like wine.

You place your hand on his chest, and his heart is pounding, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his honeylike complexion.

Hastily, you pull your dress over your head and lean back to allow him to familiarize himself with your stark form, a dainty chain hanging between your bosom. Jungkook bites his lips as he wriggles out of his clothing, desposing of it beside the bed.

He's giddy behind those sultry eyes, you know him well enough that he's overexcited to get inside of you. It goes straight to his cock, your playfulness as you feel up his bare shoulders and discover his abdominals, your fingers tracing his ridges with a sense of innocent wonder.

He takes your hands and looks at you in this way-- Butterflies fill your stomach instantly. Jungkook's thumbing at your pout with his intrepid fingers.

His eyes flutter when grip his base and submerge your upper body below his hips. You lick a long, thick stripe up his underside, causing his breath to hitch and his head to fall back on to the bed.

Those goddamn cupid's bow lips of his would whisper the dirtiest things under his breath, lewd thoughts that sounded completely alien coming from His Majesty's mouth, he said for you.

"Oh, such a pretty mouth~ It's so good, y/n, you swallow me so good--" he moaned like a mantra, trying to keep his hips from snapping up into you. Your hot, wet tongue wrapped around his throbbing cock was only a fantasy to him for years.

He fills your throat with his girth, his taste tantalizingly smooth. It leaves your mouth with a 'pop.' You struggle to keep your legs apart as you crawl up to kiss him.

He takes those fingers of his and slides his index and middle into you and languidly thrusts them, smirking against your lips. "Shit, you liked that, hmm..."

"Kookie...please," you whine as he squeezes your ass hard before smacking it. You yelp, the sting of his fingers radiating from your skin.

"I like it when you beg, y/n, it's so cute..." He pulls your ass up to his thighs. He's flush hard against your abdomen, already sticky with his precum and your spit. You marvel at the self control he has.

You don't finish your thought before he has his head inside of you, impaling you on his cock and stretching your entrance, hissing at how incredible it felt to have you around him.

His shaft reached pleasure points within you had yet to discover. You clench, feeling his tip brush against your cervix. "Wh... hngh," he groans, "how did you do that, do it again--" You wrap your legs around his thighs and clench around him, biting your lip. You watch as he shivers from pleasure, feeling his skin horripilate under your touch.

His thumb is softly circling above your clit as he pulls out of you carefully. He swirls back in, nestling himself inside your heat, hissing. "Ahh~ Jungkook~!" At the sound of his first name moaned out of your mouth, he groans and rolls his hips up to create messy friction. That familiar knot in your stomach tingles as he plays with the bundle of nerves buried within you.

He glances up at your ruined lips, clashing with them again as he lifts your knees up with his hands and thrusts nice and rough, making you yell with every jolt of his cock. The smell and sound of sex fills the room as he experiments with positions, laying you on all fours.

"Get your ass up for me." You obey, ever servile. You're reminded-- you're his servant. He owns your work, he owns your services, and now he wants you in the most lucrative way, he wants your soaked cunt around his imperial cock. He gets what he wants.

Jungkook's palms smack against your ass one more time, just to watch the way it jiggles for him. He smirks a little before he shoves himself into your pretty little cunt. You bury your face into the pillows in pelasure as he chases your orgasm with vigor, fingering your clitoris while you move your hips back to meet his hard thrusts.

You whine like a harlot, his cock allowing you every satisfaction as he works a head-spinning orgasm out of that cunt. "I'm gonna cum, Kookie~!" you warn as you spasm against his length, moans ripping from your throat as you coat him with your thick juices.

His hips stutter up and he just barely pulls himself completely from you as he paints your back white, a guttural groan escaping his mouth.

After a while of loud panting and scattered giggling, Jungkook reaches over for a wet cloth and cleans the both of you gingerly. You trail your hands up to caress his jaw and kiss his lips softly.

"You need to tell everyone that I had a long and extensive request for the Harvest party, that I wanted a lot of fall fruits and vegetables featured in the baked goods, make it as specific as possible and make sure that you mention that I want to meet with you again, over dinner." His labored breathing punctuate his words, as youd kisses consume him. "And..."

"And?" You cock an eyebrow, simpering.

"Doyouthinkmaybeyoucouldbringmesomemilktogowithmycake?" He mumbles, eyes glued on the bed.

"What?" (If you give a Kookie a Cookie...)

Disgruntled, he sighs and repeats: "Milk! Milk for my cake. I know it's moist cause you made it but I'm really thirsty, especially after..." His cheeks flush a cute pink. You wait for him to continue just to fluster him a little more. "Y/N, just please!" You can't ever refuse his pouty face.

Next week, Jungkook's got you pinned against the hallway wall, making out with you hungrily as his hands ride up your dress. Just across the hall, his Dad is negotiating war with Portugal over land in the West.

The next month, you have his cock buried in your throat underneath the table at an important conference about how to create jobs.

All this while the pressure for Jungkook to find a bride continues to rise as he reaches seniority, and as his father's grey hairs pronounce themselves.

Warm touches are always hidden away to the public eye, but often shared between two kindred spirits underneath the man in the moon's watchful eye. Jungkook, as he reaches his maturity, grows strong. His jaw sharpens, and his eyes darken. His hair grows long, and he gains weight. Now at the proud age of 20, Jungkook had become a man before everyone's eyes, including the eyes of foreign monarchs and their eligible bachelorettes.

One day, you're serving the Royal family at a private dinner, when the topic of marriage comes up for the first time since his birthday.

"Your mother has made friends with the mother of the Austrian Princess, and she's invited you to the cordial ball to introduce yourself to the Princess. An allyship with Austria would prove advantageous for our relations with France, so you are to make your best impression." The King wipes his mouth. Setting his fork down, he continues: "It is in the family's best interest for you to marry her, if the French Princess, Anastasie, does not present this season or the next." The Queen holds the King's hand firmly, reassuring him from his shoulder. She wears a slight frown on her face, her eyes worrisome, somber. The King hides his anxiety, as he's been accustomed to from decades of responsibility. Would this be the face of Jungkook soon?

For now, Jungkook's face is scrunching at the thought of marrying Anastasie. She's not the most delightful young woman, her imprudence ruined her enjoyment of any event. She couldn't keep an intuitive conversation about regional politics and domestic policy for the life of her. Her people were on the brink of overthrowing the aristocracy, he was sure of it.

"Yes, father," is what you hear from him before you disappear down the stairs to fetch desserts.

Jiyoo interrupts your quest for sweets with a letter, signed by His Grace. She has a naturally innocent demeanor, her cheeks rosy and her frame as delicate as a feather. "Y/N, you have another special request from His Majesty...can I ask you why you get so many of these?" She looks genuinely curious, not a single menacing thought behind those eyes.

"It's because the Prince really really loves his cake." I mean, technically it was true. Jungkook never passed up an opportunity to squeeze, smack, or dig his fingernails into your ass during your sessions.

"Oh." Jiyoo pouts. "So it's not because you're like, in love or anything?" Her eyes are glued to the floor. You were expecting this question eventually, as the other girls in the kitchen were already suspecting it. It was only a matter of time before word slipped into the girl's ears.

"As much as I enjoy the Prince's interest in my baking, it isn't my place to confess any sort of feeling for him." Your answer is straightforward enough, so Jiyoo nods and hands you the letter. Another request.

Outside the Palace, Winter came like the wind. Lakes froze over, and couples tied up their skates and danced on the ice. The trees were bare and brown, not a single leaf persisting through the chilling breath of Jack Frost.

Jungkook had left for the Winter Palace, to volunteer and raise spirits up in the North. As heir to the throne, he was to be Commander in Chief of the Royal Armed Forces, and therefore needed to undergo intensive training in order to boost morale.

You're back home, and in your wake is your father, who has now grown tangibly tired. He's been on a strict diet of warm vegetable soup for about three months, now. His eyes are sunken, but he still wears a subtle smile even during his most trying days.

Match girls make their rounds at night, you watch as the lamplighters illuminate the streets with their tall ladders and their taller peacoats. Shop windows glow warm shades of yellow and creme; inscriptions on the glass create shadows on the white snow.

"Wow. It's almost as cold as the King's heart out here." You step outside one day with a cup of tea, sneaking in a cheeky smirk. Yeah, good one.

"I heard that!" You turn towards the little voice. A child, maybe about 9 or 10 years old is pointing at you. You squint at it.

"Well, it's true..." You mumble. You have a bit of change in your pocket, so you walk towards a stand to buy a hot bun and a paper.

"Chilly today, hon...Best you take this on the house." The tenant hands you a steaming cake wrapped in a simple cloth and your paper. You stick the paper in your dress pocket and take back your change. You nod a 'thank you.'

You spill the contents of your pockets on the dining table and snatch the paper, snapping it open. Your eyes eagerly skim the headline: "Prince Jungkook Fires Up Royal Army." Below is an article detailing the happenings of His Majesty. All of it sounded very intense, the running, strategizing, first aid training...Was there anything Prince Jeon couldn't nail on the first try?

You set the paper down and pick up your now lukewarm tea. In the back of your mind you're coping with the fact that the Spring Solstice is next week, and that marks the beginning of Jungkook's last season as a Prince.

The King is ill with tuberculosis, and recovery is unlikely. If Jungkook is to marry, it is next season and that was final.

Sitting at the window of his Winter Castle study, Jungkook plays with a ring nestled between his fingers. He looks out onto the lake, as if he's trying to reach you with his gaze. His heart is tight knowing that it would be the season he chooses his bride. Actually, he'd already made up his mind long ago. If his duty was to marry, there was no way to evade such a responsibility. He had to fulfill it, despite his anxieties.

He straightens up and walks out of the hollow room with a firm step.

You awaken with the sound of horse's hooves thudding against the Earth. It is yet to be dawn, and in the distance, thunder roars mightily.

A figure wearing a long, black hood hoists itself off of the animal, tying it to a nearby post. It walks towards an obscure entrance, unknown to many staff.

Intrigued, you wrap a blanket around yourself and peek out at the stranger. His fingers are shorter than his palms, and that's when he tosses of his hood, his eyes set on you. "Y/N..."

You're bewildered by his guise, questions filling your head.

"I was horny, so I left camp" He sits down at the counter, catapulting a cookie into his mouth.

You roll your eyes. "And the guards let you?! Jungkook!" You whisper-yelled at him, readjusting your makeshift blanket-dress.

"Obviously not!" He puffed out his chest with pride. "I bribed them," he smirks.

"You're insufferable," you scoff, your eyes wandering down to observe his physique. His shirt is anything but conservative, highlighting the muscle he'd earned through laborious, sweat-inducing drills. You can feel his eyes on your face as you observe him.

"You can't hide it either," he crosses his arms. "You're standing in the kitchen with a blanket around your naked body." He flicks his tongue. He steps forward, putting a finger under your jaw so you're looking him in the eye.

Your eyes fill with lust as he speaks over your lips. "Look at yourself..." A crash is heard in the other room.

Jungkook's head darts up and in a flash, he disappears into the night.

'Fuck.' You gather your dress from the floor and shuffle back to your chamber.

The first event of the season commences with the most exaltant of spirits as friends of old greet each other with youthful smiles. Juicy exposés, enticing tales, and thoughtful greetings are exchanged in the most formal manner, and the conversation is lively; the most controversial topic of conversation, however, is the rumor that Jungkook is to marry this season.

So far, he's been to four different private residences within his own Kingdom and has been invited, by the secretary of King Louis XVII to meet their daughter. It would be an understatement to say that stakes were high for the pending King.

You were kneading your dough a little too hard thinking about it. "Not so rough, y/n!" Ms.Kang snatches the mixture from your hands. "What is up with you lately, you're so tense! It's really disrupting the kitchen's dynamic."

You shrug it off. "It's going to be hard sedating Anastasie's sweet tooth, I suppose."

"Well, you seem to be doing just fine dealing with Jungkook's addiction to cakes...She's perfect for him, really." Ms.Kang throws more flour on your kneading table and steps off. You give up on the dough, covering it with a cloth and letting it rise.

Jungkook is tapping his feet, munching on finger sandwiches as he waits on you to make an appearance.

"Dearest Prince, look, I am wearing Mediterranean violet!" A duchess shouts as she passes by him, to which he raises his eyebrows at. Another, with dark green eyes approaches and begins speaking rapidly in French at him. Frightened and undereducated, his canned response was: "Excusez-moi, Pouvez-vous répéter plus lentement s'il vous plaît," to which the duchess furrows her eyebrows before something else catches her attention, elsewhere.

Truth is, Jungkook is incredibly shaken at the thought of announcing his engagement tonight. Well, that and the fact that you had yet to pop out of the kitchen. Man, those finger sandwiches were good.

As the night progresses, Jungkook realizes that if he doesn't get up on that platform and say what he needed to say, he'd have to say it in London. Setting his fears aside, he plants himself on top of the orchestral stage and taps a champagne glass with a cheese fork. The music comes to a stop.

With conviction, he begins: "The time has come that I announce my engagement. To all of my beloved friends, who have introduced me to the most beautiful, talented, diverse, and benevolent ladies I've come to get to know over the years, I thank you from the depths of my soul." He swallows and continues, his confident voice masking his trembling. "The life of a Prince is defined by the virtues presented to him at birth. Those virtues are: duty, responsibility, grace, kindness, mercy and integrity." Here comes the part, oh shit.

"I am abdicating my throne to my Cousin, the Duke of Namseong."

Silence sweeps the room. You poke your head out to see what was going on.

"...to marry the love of my life, y/n." He points at you. Your face is cherry red, and you find yourself dropping those same Danish fucking pastries all over the carpet.

"Shit," you fall on your knees, plucking them from the ground one by one. You don't know whether to run as fast as you can or to present yourself, but your body seems to be currently doing the latter. You go along with it.

Jungkook takes your hand tenderly on the stage. "I am unable to perform my duties as King, and therefore am ineligible for the throne." His touch gives you the will to continue beside him. You feel the pure fear rushing through your love's veins, and he knows that this is the hardest thing he'll ever have to do, yet he stands by his announcement.

So, if Jungkook doesn't get to be King of this World, he at least will forever be the King of Your Heart.

But all this, of course...is all in Your, dear reader, Head.

a/n:

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Fun fact: demon slayer starts in 1912 and ends in 1927(or at least that's when the Tashio era ends). Using that math Tanjiro (as long as he kept his health good) would very well be alive today at the ripe age of like 78 if my math is correct since he started as 13 in the series. (My math probably wrong asf)

Power imbalance, power bottom reader, knife play, blood but not blood play...

He hated you.

Your very being irked him more than anything he'd ever experienced in all his centuries of living. You were clumsy, boisterous, and played that arrogant music all throughout your home while walking around half naked. Well in Muzan's opinion you were half naked, he couldn't even begin to describe his disbelief at the trend of exposing skin.

It didn't help that you had that insignificant filth running through your veins. At first he was unsure, after all this was a completely different country than Japan, not to mention your darker skin and coiled hair. But no, he could smell and recognise the Kamado blood running through your veins just as strongly as it had run through all your ancestors.

Completely undiluted.

At the very beginning when you first moved in, you came to his home. Knocking aggressively on his front door already getting off to the wrong start. When he opened it, you slipped past him and walked into his living room barely even saying hello as you put poorly decorated sugar cookies on his obsidian coffee table. "This is a nice place you got here Mj."

Muzan's eyes twitched, that joke had long since gotten old since he moved to America.

Now that you were closer he could definitely smell, the century old stench of rivaling bloodlust simmered just below your onyx skin. At any moment he expected you to attack him in some way or form. "Anyways I'm here to say hello neighbor, my name is Y/n and I'm your new best friend!"

Your happy attitude also agitated him to no end. Even though the knowledge of demons had dwindled down to only a few select families, even basic humans were wary of him as their baser instincts made them aware of his dangerous origins. This fact had long since forced Muzan to only prey on the elderly to survive. You had stayed a bit longer babbling about some nonsense that Muzan never acknowledged as he watched you from a good distance.

"You know you really got to add more to your wardrobe than 1963 suits." You walked from the back of his home, an area that he didn't even notice you wandered to. Finally getting bored, you open his door bidding your farewells.

Just before leaving you stop and with a cheeky grin say, "If you ever need anything just come on over. We Kamado's are known for our kindness."

Since then he'd been on edge around you. The point of relocating was for him to keep a low profile but now it seems he'd have to come face to face with an old nemesis reborn.

Muzan snapped out of his thoughts with a flinch as he pierced his hand with his nail. He watches the dark blood well up from the wound and drip down his wrist. In the end this world had long since lost its hostility dwindling the average human incapable of basic combat. Giving you were no doubt a great descendant, Muzan failed to see you as a true threat.

But one can never be too sure

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You heard a knock on your door, soft and hesitant. "I don't think I'm expecting company." You checked your watch and peered out of a nearby window. It was at least 8 at night, you were braless wearing sweats with a red T-Shirt and on your way to bed. In the back of your mind you visualize your two grand-uncles Inosuke and Zenitsu coming over to make you spectate their fights. For two old dudes they still had enough strength in them to do hip breaking nonsense.

You open the door shocked to see your next door neighbor standing before you. For once he wasn't wearing a suit that cost more than your house. His attire was still expensively dressed but in a more casual sense, that being a black dress shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled up displaying his pale skin. "Can I come in?" A dazzling smile you had never seen before practically blinds you as he walks past you into your home.

When Muzan walks in his eyes immediately dart to the clear as day Nichirin Blade sword displayed recklessly on your living room wall above your couch. "You like it?" A hand on his shoulder makes him jump, "Got it from my grandpa, he says it's really special but I feel like he's exaggerating. You know how old people are." Muzan shakes out of his stupor. "I don't quite understand what you mean by that, however I do know that it's much more wise to listen to your elders than ignoring…..It could save your life."

Muzan replicates you and puts a hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. This was it, he'd go in for the kill and it would be over, the amount of blood he'd pump into you would be enough to watch you meet a satisfying end of combustion completely untraceable if the police were to get involved. How he wishes he'd be there when your poor grandfather walks along your remains splattered on every surface in your living room. Unable to do a thing as he's finally in his last stretch of life.

The beauty.

Muzan's finger only twitches in the slightest before pain sparks from his own neck. "The thought of you coming into my own home unprovoked and at night no less, was the most obvious sign one could ask more." You had his hand gripped so tight your veins popped while your other hand held a small pocket knife that burned brighter than any Nichirin sword he'd ever encountered. He didn't understand, he was quick enough to kill even the best of the ancient Hiroshima. So how did a little foreign girl like you get the upper hand?

It was embarrassing and almost laughable if any of his pillars were alive to tell the tale.

You press the blade harder before bringing your other hand to caress Muzan's cheek, "Did you think I'd be just an ignorant descendant of an infamous hero?" You clicked your teeth disappointingly. "How naive, you've really become lazy after all these millennia huh?" You walk forward, pushing Muzan back with seductive strength. He allows you to push him into your couch, I say allow because at any time he could have stopped you.

Muzan is most definitely not holding me at gunpoint right now.

The knife never wavers even as you climb into Muzan's lap, pressing it even closer against his jugular. "You do know getting beheaded will not kill me, and I doubt this petty little kitchen knife will get the job done in the first place." Your lips draw into a smirk and you press the knife closer as you trail it down his chest, "That may be true but it's gonna take one hell of a time for you to grow back." Your hand jerks down, popping his shirt buttons open.

Muzan watches with interest, your eyes light up as more skin becomes exposed. The tones of your dark skin contrast strikingly as you caress his pectoral with the tips of your fingers. "For a 1,000 year old grandpa you look decent." Still threatening his life with your blade, you kiss him. It's deep and carnal. Your lustful desires being made known as you grind in his lap. The flesh of your ass snuggly hotdogs the forming outline of his cock. "I've always wanted to be with a demon. You've had to of become a real freak after living this long!"

When you pull away Muzan's thin lips are pink and a bit swollen. He is out of breath despite needing none, "You have a lot of nerve for a mere human." With your free hand you loosen the belt of his slacks, only standing to pull them off, pleased when Muzan voluntarily raises his hips to aid you.

Don't get him wrong, he was still planning on killing you and ending your wretched bloodline once and for all, he just needed his mind to clear itself. Your scent, your confidence, strung him along like a puppet. His hands grip onto your ass cheeks like a lifeline. Molding them between his fingers, even giving them a shake through your sweats. His nails elongate and puncture the thick fabric as if it was nothing more than a spider web.

Your sweats are tugged off completely leaving your lower half nude. Muzan moves his hands to hold your ass again but your blade politely makes itself known. You are out of breath and clearly flustered. "Watch yourself, demon, I'm the one calling the shots, don't forget that." Muzan bites his tongue with sharp glare. He raises his hands in surrender, "Of course."

Muzan can feel your wetness against his leg and it's driving him insane. "Hey…" red eyes refocus on yours, "You ain't got any diseases do you? And you can't get me pregnant right?" Muzan smirks hands enclosing around your ass despite your protest. "I can, however it will cost a lot more than doing it once." The odds didn't seem in your favor but you were in no position to stand down and grab a condom and Muzan knew it.

You curve the blade towards his chin, "If you are lying and give me some ancient unknown disease or I find out you have superman sperm, I will kill you." Muzan links his lips, "Wasn't that the plan from the beginning or have you had a moment of level headedness?" Your wrist is quick and precise, cutting a thin slash along his jawline., not enough to scar and it barely even bled, but the threat was clear.

You grab Muzan's dick and use your thumb to attack the underside with fast strokes. Said man doesn't react outwardly, the only sign being his eyelids lowering by a fraction. "Were you always this well endowed or did you adjust this part too?" Muzan was not amused by your insinuation. Deciding to once again display the true power imbalance this situation had, he loops his arms underneath your large thighs and lifts you just enough to thrust his cock against your hole.

From there he let's go, making you plop down on his length, making you yelp and allowing him to lean back with a relaxed sigh. You were so warm and tight. Now even though I explained what had happened with great detail, keep in mind that in reality it all happened within a fraction of a second.

Your large and in charge persona was cracking. You gripped Muzan's sides tightly as your pussy spasmed around his girth. "F-Fuck it's too….." you trail off not wanting to give Muzan the credit he was truly due.

It takes a few moments for you to get your bearings all the while Muzan and his dangerous jaw swayed in the crevice of your neck. A viper playing with its prey. The blade is back against his neck once again making his cock twitch. If he were human this would be a dangerous feat. Your grip never slacked nor lessened against his neck, slicing into a growing wound that dropped dark blood down his chest and to his abdomen.

His dick stretched your pussy and made it weap on each downstroke. Muzan's hands grip onto the cheeks of your ass with gritted teeth. Your insides gripped him ever so slightly. Sucking him back in as if he belonged there. He felt used and it felt good. His black ringlets stuck to his face from sweat and his red eyes grew in intensity.

He couldn't see much of your body, hell he could barely even touch. In the back of his mind humorous thoughts such as how he knew Tanjiro would lose his sanity if he knew his granddaughter was being bedded by the man he despised. But the more you bounced, the more you squeezed, the deeper you cut into his neck proved that you were truly the one in charge.

"Oh God you're so deep!" Your deep almond eyes shut themselves with pleasure. Muzan could feel your legs shaking with exertion at the same rhythm your pussy twitched. His balls felt tight after having no action in over a dozen years. "F-Faster." He has no care for your blade, only wanting to cum and feel the sweet ecstasy he knew your creamed pussy would provide. "Come on human, go faster." Muzan locks lips with you, gaze hardened and intent on proving some sort of point.

Tossing the knife you wrap your arms around his neck pulling his head closer. Red eyes target brown ones as his hands take a stronger grip on your ass. He uses his strength to bounce you. The sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass is just as disgusting as it is sexy. Your nipples rub against his through your tank-top making you both moan. The feeling blood stains your shirt making you shiver from the cool wetness

The couch you rest on bangs against the wall behind you the faster you both go. Muzan's feet are planted firmly in the ground, his fangs further elongated. He looks feral and it is in this moment where you get a glimpse of the horror many people felt when he took their lives. "Focus little Kamado, you wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?"

Muzan's hips meet yours, spreading the tempo. Your juices coat his lap before finally you tense up completely into a cramp inducing stance as Muzan impaled you on his cock one last time. "Ahh.." Muzan empties himself within you with a relieved sigh.

Maybe the Kamado bloodline could go on.

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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Hello @gluttonousfruit you are in fact my first request. (I did not forget about you in moving my blog.) I am super excited to have anyone ask me to write something! Also I would love to be friends! Feel free to message me through asks or in private DMs! I hope you enjoy the imagine!

Warnings: Fluff with a small amount of angst because Levi doubts himself 😞

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Levi with an Animator S/O

"Okay MC, I know we just finished 'Swimming Only Leads to Hot Mermaids,' but I was thinking since we are already watching otomes, we should watch another series that everyone is recommending online!" Levi says this as he begins to pull out one DVD and place in another while bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited puppy.

"I guess I could watch one more series, but it better be a good one. Sure the mermaids were attractive, but there wasn't much of a plot." MC says with a yawn. A quick look over to the clock, and it reads 11:48 PM in a blinding blue light. Not too late for one of Levi's normal bingefests, but a little too late for MC when they have classes tomorrow.

"No, I promise this one is good. Everyone is talking about the art style. They say it is so original that it's captivating." Levi walks to the small futon briskly and plops himself down next to MC as he continues to ramble about the art. His voice slowly trails off as the opening begins to play.

As the music fills MC's ears, they perk up and a small smile appears on their face. "Levi, could this perhaps be, 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?"

Levi faces MC in shock. The look on their face is quite smug. (In all seriousness, it reminds Levi of Mammon when he wins poker, but he doesn't want to be think about his brother while looking at MC. So he pushes that thought away.) This anime came out only the day before their bingefest. And even then, Levi had this copy pre-ordered for this very occasion and it arrived before any stores were selling physical copies. There is no way a normie like MC could have heard about its release. Does this mean MC isn't such a normie after all?

"You heard of this show already?" The surprise in his voice was impossible to hide.

"Yeah, I have heard of it." MC smiles and chuckles quietly, "I have never actually seen it, but I have heard the opening quite a few times."

"Oh..." Levi sighs. He was so stupid. Of course MC had heard the opening. It is all over his Devilgram and they were on their phone for part of the last show, so they obviously just heard it on there. Levi deflates looking solemn. It was just a pipe dream that MC would ever be interested in his yucky otaku interests.

"Hey! There is no reason to be all sad just because I know the name of the show. I still haven't seen the whole thing. My first time watching will still be with you Levi, isn't that special enough?" The smile on MC's face seemed sincere enough, but the words that came out of their mouth made blood rush up to Levi's cheeks. Their first... did they really mean to say it like that?...

As thoughts begin to flood Leviathan's head the show began. It was true the art style was captivating. So captivating in fact, that he forgot about his embarrassment. But MC's words still lingered in his mind as he watched the show.

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"Well, I am dead tired." MC stands cracking their aching joints as they look at the clock. 2:37 AM. It was that late already? "I think I need to head to bed Levi. I have classes in the morning and I need at least a few hours of sleep."

"Are you sure?" Levi was just starting to enjoy MC's presence. At the beginning of the night, he was on edge trying to make everything perfect. Levi did want to mess up by being a yucky Otaku and give them a reason to leave him all alone. But as the night progressed, (and more snacks were consumed) he felt increasingly more comfortable with sharing his favorite shows with MC. "I have other shows we could watch to pass the time, or we could play this new game I got-"

MC walks over to Levi and gently sets their hands on his shoulders, "Games and anime are great, but what I need right now is sleep." MC watched as Levi's face filled with a blush and his eyes flashed with hurt. "I am not leaving because I am mad... or sad... or anything really. I just need to sleep, Leviathan." Their voice was barely above a whisper as they said his name. How could he disagree with them when they said his name like that; all the while, looking deep into his eyes. He felt like he could explode.

As MC turns away, the demon in question then sighs mutters a quiet "okay" under his breath. "Don't worry, Levi. This isn't the last time I will watch anime with you. I promise we can do another one of these when another new anime comes out." MC begins to pick up their things. A blanket they brought with them to keep warm in Levi's cold room and the rest of their human snacks. "Besides, I really liked that one, and I have heard they are already making season two." As they speak, MC makes their way across the room to the gigantic tank.

"Wait. How do you-"

"Good night Henry. Good night Levi." And with that, MC leaves. Closing the door behind them.

How did MC know about a second season? Even he, the Great Otaku Levi, has not heard about a season two on any forums or on any other website... After thinking about it, Levi suspects it's probably on Devilgram like the opening was. To prove his theory, he pulls out his D.D.D. and opens up Devilgram to the 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi' page. He scrolls through their posts and finds the opening, like he predicted, but what he didn't predict was their most recent post.

"This show would not have been possible without MC. Thank you for making such a great story and great art to go along with it!"

Levi reads the caption once, twice, thrice and is speechless. The photo for this post is none other than his MC standing with a hand drawn piece of the protagonist. He can even see their signature in the corner when he zooms in! He knew that they liked to draw, but he never thought they would make an anime.

Without thinking, Levi gets up and begins to run to MC's room. He needs to know that this isn't some sort of elaborate prank that MC and Satan brewed up to make him like a normie more.

The door to MC's room busts open, "MC!" The room is completely dark except for the light shining in through the doorway.

"Levi...? Is that you? Is something wrong?" MC's voice is soft and laced with sleep. If this were any other time, Levi would have screamed over their cuteness, but today he had a mission. He immediately marches up to the half asleep MC and promptly shoves his phone in their face.

"Did you make 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?" MC sits up and squints as their eyes adjust to the blinding screen and look at the post.

"Um... yeah. That's me isn't it?" Silence takes over the room, before Levi begins to scream.

"WAHHHHH! MC, why didn't you tell me!" Thankfully with the phone only being pointed at MC, they can't see the blush spreading across his face.

"Well, I didn't want you to treat me differently because I make anime." Laying back down as they speak, MC tucks a pillow under their head and looks up to where they guess Leviathan's face is. "Besides, I thought it was really cute how you were fanboying, and I didn't want you to stop because you knew you were in the presence of the creator." A small smile makes it's way on to MC's face as Levi feels his own get hotter.

Now covering his face, Levi quickly makes his way to the door while muttering, "You can't just say things like that..." As he begins to close the door, he pauses and opens it up again while looking back, "Can you tell me more about your show tomorrow, MC?" His voice sounds small compared to his previous scream.

"Of course Levi. We can talk for as long as you like."

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The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

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Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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