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@itmeanspeace asked: "Where have you been?"

His dark gaze slid over to her, assessing her for a moment before taking another sip of his beer. Long legs comfortably crossed as he lounged in the chair, the bar around them in full swing since it was well into the night already. One shoulder lifted as he said simply. "We're pirates, we don't exactly stay in the same place."

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Work murdered my brain again today.....might get some things done but we'll see

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Continuing to munch away at drafts today across all blogs :D

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It was the shove of her hands, signaling that she'd dropped the knife that had him spinning. Moving faster than she could keep up with as he pinned her against the side of the alleyway, hands holding her wrists against the worn wood as he leaned down to nip at her lower lip. "While I can't say I don't find you being jealous downright hot as fuck, let me make one thing very clear."

His gaze locked with hers as the hands on her wrists slowly ran down her arms to her waist and then cupped her ass to lift her up into his arms. "I. Am. Yours."

The words were growled slightly. A breath of a pause was given after their delivery before his lips crashed onto hers. Uncaring if anyone walked around the corner since it seemed he had a lesson to teach his woman at the moment. A lesson in remembering that there was only one female on in the goddamn world that he wanted in any way shape or form.

Only once he needed to breathe again, her taste filling his mouth in a way he'd craved for weeks, did he pull away. Trailing his lips along her jawline as he added. "I was passed out with a fucking stab wound. Didn't realize she was using me as a goddamn pillow until I woke up to Brooke walking in on us sleeping."

Nami knew exactly what she was doing and was very pleased with herself that her plan was going just as she foresaw it. Rolling her eyes, she scoffed and pressed the blade just a little harder. "Who said I was?"

She was. Very, very jealous. To have heard it from someone else and not directly from Zoro himself just fired her up more. The navigator never took herself for the jealous type. Why should she be? She was a bombshell and she knew well enough that the swordsman knew he had it good. They had an agreement. An understanding that they did not share.

Deep down, the kunoichi-in-training knew that her man would never betray her trust that way. They weren't even together during their two years apart- not really- not the way they were now- and he never betrayed her trust then either as they both learned a few things about what absence did to one's heart.

But that didn't keep the green monster from rearing its head. Hiyori was beautiful. Proper, poised, and a real citizen of Wano. Born and raised, meant to be here just like Zoro was... It pissed her off! It pissed her off so much that she let the blade go to give the man a shove with both hands on the back with annoyance. "Did you tell her she was barking up the wrong tree or do I? I heard she got awfully close."

Too close. That was her human pillow, and she didn't share.

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Fucking hell. The way she was talking while holding a knife to his back was doing things to him he hadn't even realized could be done. She'd barely touched him and yet his blood was boiling, desire coursing through him even as her assistance on using her name caused him to smirk.

Glancing over his shoulder at her an involuntary shiver ran through him as her breasts pressed against his back. The feel of her body flush against his after so long without it making him take in a breath of air, savoring how her scent was now enveloping him. Though her comment had his blood running a bit cold. Hiyori.

Fuck he knew he was going to get in trouble for that somehow. It didn't help that the damn woman had decided to sleep practically on top of him while he was healing and then Brooke had walked in on it. Yet considering the little game that the woman who truly owned his heart had started he couldn't help but cock a brow and drawl. "Didn't realize you were the jealous type, Onami."

He didn't move even though he wanted nothing more than to spin around and pin her to the goddamn wall and have his way with her. Only the curiosity of what she had in plan kept him in place, waiting as the knife continued to dig into his lower back.

Bastard. Not even fazed, was he? Like she wouldn't hurt him, when they both knew kitty had claws. Claws she wasn't afraid to use against him, knowing he'd like it more than not. She'd never really hurt him, they both knew that. Just like he'd never really hurt her… maybe rough her up a little, but only because she liked it when he bared his teeth at her. Especially when those teeth came with love bites along soft, sensitive flesh.

“That's Onami to you, I want you saying my name when I end you." Pouty lips twitched upward in amusement as she held the swordsman gaze. "Oh, I'll give you a fill alright. Of more than a few things… That is, if you answer one thing for me.”

A step closer, Nami pressed ample breasts to the swordsman's back but otherwise made no move to remove the small blade from his black. “Rumor has it you've been seen with a beautiful woman, and yet… I haven't seen you for a week. I don't need to be jealous, do I?“

Not only a rumour, Nami had witnessed it for herself and while she was jealous, she knew Zoro wouldn't actually betray her trust that way. That didn't mean she wasn't going to play with him a little before letting him play with her in return.

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The display of magic didn't bother him this time, his body moving right after hers to slide down to the ground and then sprinting to the courtyard. Senses on high alert even as he slowed his pace so that she was running at his side, gaze shotting over their shoulders and then to the stables before back to her. "Can you freeze a path across the bay?"

With the price that had been put on her head, it wouldn't only be low-level hunters and assassins coming for her. The stronger ones would be as well, meaning that they'd have the experience to be able to track a horse. Especially if they only rode to the next town over. Which meant until they had a plan, she wasn't safe anywhere.

"We need to get off the grid in a way that they can't track easily. Crossing water is the easiest way to throw a hunter off your trail and buy you time."

Elsa saw the look of shock on his face but couldn't spare the time to explain. There would be time for them once they were safe. "Ok," she replied, and without hesitation, she flourished a single and and a flurry of snow created a slide down from the balcony. Elsa hopped down it and as soon as they were both on the ground she waved her hands again and the slide vanished.

"The stables are this way, unless you happen to have another way to get us away from Arendelle quickly?" she hoped he might. She could feel her anxiety growing stronger with every minute that passed. If he was right the person scouring the castle might not be alone and it won't take long to catch up to them.

She started to pace while she waited for him to tell her what to do, a soft snowfall followed over her head and left a trail of snowflakes in the grass. "We could ride to Harmon. It's a village not far from here. We can be there by morning, find someone to take shelter and figure the rest out once we're not being followed."

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He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the comment. If he had a fucking coin for every time he'd heard something along those lines he'd never run out of booze. "Do you honestly care which answer is the correct one?"

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Three swords?     How interesting! ❝Do you use all of them at once?     Or are you just compensating for something, hm~?❞

Quiet snickering.

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@orangeshinigami asked: (from my inbox call!) “If it weren’t important, you wouldn’t say that it’s not important, so it must be pretty important for you to say that it’s not important, right?”

His brow furrowed, attention drifting to the orange-haired male at his side. "For fucks sake Kurosaki are you trying to give me a headache?"

He wasn't wrong though. He'd claimed it wasn't important in an attempt to keep the other out of the broiling battle that was to come due to the orders given to him by his captain. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why they tried at this point. It was like the guy had a nose for danger and a skill at being drawn into Soul Society's problems. "Fine, yeah, it's a problem and I was sent here to hunt down the source. Happy?"

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@orangeshinigami asked: (from my inbox call!) "I seem to have made myself an enemy of all the bad guys."

His gaze slowly slid from the sake he was drinking on the rooftop to the other, one brow arching at the words before he sighed and took another sip. Murmering afterwards. "That's what happens when you protect those that can't protect themselves."

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@madaramee asked: “ You lack the skills. ”

He paused, slowly turning back to the other shinigami as a vicious, almost excited grin pulled across his lips, eyes sparking at the challenge in the other's words. "Oh? Want to test that claim, Madarame?"

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He'd been kept up to date on the state of Ichigo and his soul after the sealing of Aizen due to his captain's connections to the substitute shinigami. From the way Hitsugaya-taichou kept tabs on the mortal, he knew that he had a soft spot for the orange-haired male, even if he'd never admit it. Though that wasn't the reason for him bumping into the other now.

"Yeah. I was sent to deliver this to Squad 12." Lifting the parcel in his hands as an explanation for the run in, he then swept his gaze over Ichigo. Utterly unaware that he was headed in the completely wrong direction for reaching his destination. Walking towards Squad 4's barracks rather than the research ones he was supposed to be headed towards.

"The same could be said about you."

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❝Ro…rono…a….?     Roronoa-san, right?     Are you busy, or did Toshiro send you to me for something?❞ It had been some time since the defeat and sealing of Aizen, the battle preceding it, but it hadn't been long since Ichigo had gotten his soul back together, so he was seeing what was new about the Seireitei, since he'd been gone for so long.     Not to mention the calming effect it had on his mind.     He wasn't expecting to see a (somewhat) familiar face.

❝I'm glad to see you're alright.❞

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It seemed she'd like his answers to her questions from how she tossed his file back to her desk and rose from her perch upon the edge. One of his brows arched at the almost foreboding way she mentioned tomorrow, wondering what in the world it could be that would classified as crazy. He'd learned long ago that people's definitions of that world could vastly change depending on their personality and what they'd experience. But it was a matter for tomorrow he supposed.

Instead, his gaze tracked her as she moved to his side, not missing the sideways glance that caused a corner of his lips to quirk up before he pivoted and followed her out of the room. Easily keeping pace with her brisk stride, one hand resting comfortably on the white hilt at his side, the other two drawing glances from his new squadmates as they passed. That and the symbol on his arm marking him as the 3rd in Command.

Dropping his one bag onto his bed, he followed her through the division's various buildings. Memorizing the areas she indicated he could use or would be designated to him. Not that it would help, he was notorious for getting lost.

When the tour was done he glanced at the training yard before back to her, waiting to see if she had something else planned for the day other than a tour.

“Hmph,” her head tilted quizzically at the remark – an offer, not a demand – a man after her own heart it seemed. Still, she couldn’t help but smirk at it as she ran the pad of her thumb along her recently, well-manicured nails; same way a cat may display its claws.

“That sounds exactly like the Eleventh…” She muttered, shrugging her shoulders a little as she half turned to swipe his file, opening it to glance once more at the scores and notes. “They claim all they want are fighters but that’s not the case…”

Her vision lifted from the documents to him once more before she shut the file, idly tossing it back to the top of her desk as she pushed off from the edge. “Today shouldn’t be too crazy, I’ll show you to the barracks and then around the division. Tomorrow, however…” She dismissively waved a hand before smiling, “We’ll get to that later.”

She bridged the distance between them with ease, pausing briefly beside him to give him a quick sideways glance before breezing past him. “Keep up, I don’t need an officer getting lost on their first day.”

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The moment he'd felt how cold she was, how her body snuggled into him as if seeking more than physical touch but warmth, he'd cast a spell to warm the sheets for her. Enough so that they would help chase of the chill that was probably setting into her bones after being out in the cold night air for as long as she had been. A choice that he knew had been the right one from how she snuggled under the futon's blankets, exhaustion clearly already beginning to pull her under.

He'd have gone. Had she asked he'd have sought out Harry and Ron, the risks be dammed, but clearly even while sick logic still ruled her mind. A fact that drew a quirk to the corner of his mouth even as he shifted to sit more comfortably at her side. "I'll stay. Try to get some sleep, Hermione."

THERE'S A SLIGHT NOISE OF WEAK PROTEST AS HE PICKS HER UP, BUT SHE RELENTS, HOLDING ONTO HIM, HEAD RESTING AGAINST HIS SHOULDER. She doesn't think she has any strength left to argue anyway. And besides, she really was starting to catch a chill outside in the brisk, Scottish nighttime air.

Hermione snuggles under the covers, the sheets as toasty as if she'd been laying there for hours and she wonders if he's cast a warming charm on them. It's the kind of quietly thoughtful thing he would have done. Tired, brown eyes gaze up at him, weighing his offer over in her head. On one hand she is desperate to know her friends are safe, but on the other, it's dangerous for him to make such an unplanned move.

"I do but... it's not safe. You should stay."

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Her soft moan had him drawing her closer. His arms wrapped around her slim waist to pull her flush against his chest, cocooning him in her brace even as he urged her to do the same to him. His lips brushed over her's in slow, deep entanglements. As if he were memorizing her very soul with his through their lips.

He'd not had much to lose before the war. Not in the way so many others had. His family had already been gone. His home was already lost to him. Hogwarts falling had been the beginning and end of his loss in that sense. So to find this? To find her? During a time when love shouldn't be what you were looking for? It made it all the more precious and delicate. But more than that, it gave him something to truly fight for now other than honor and responsibility or the difference between right and wrong.

IT FEELS AS IF THE ENTIRE NIGHT HAS BEEN STOLEN. A little pocket of frozen time and space amongst the war, a cozy bubble just for them. From drinking and laughing with their friends, to this. To kissing him with a reckless abandon, uncaring that they've not even made it to their bedroom. The war had taken so much. And it continued to take. Stripping down hope and joy and agency, but it couldn't take this from her.

Hermione follows his guidance to sit in his lap fully, hands sliding to cup his face and angle it upwards so that she can deepen the kiss, letting out a small, contented moan into his mouth, the sound muffled between kisses, whispered against his tongue.

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He was done. Done with the bullshit and well, everything. He knew rage and pain. Had lived through a darkness that had nearly consumed him until it was only the vow to his childhood friend that had kept him from becoming a monster in the truest of words. It was why he had left the continent. Left behind the titles and positions that he was expected to take for a life of freedom. Following the wind as it took him to new adventures and places.

So he knew the rage and pain within her. Knew that it didn't matter what her sister did or those that she was now supposed to consider family. There was a storm inside of the female before him that if she didn't figure out of to release or control would consume her. That violent tempest that seemed to draw him in every time he saw her. Lurring him back to Velaris time after time until it was almost an addiction to get struck by her lightning and hail.

"A reminder that that mouth can be used for other things than attacking those around you with barbed words." He couldn't help the smirk on his lips as he watched her, knowing how she'd submitted before he ended the kiss. The feeling of her melting into him and preparing to engage in a different kind of war had almost been too much. He'd pushed her away in truth because if he hadn't he'd have consumed her, marked her.

The beast within him was still screaming for him to do so even as his chest rose in harsh breaths. Screaming for him to reclaim her kiss-bruised lips and let the taste of her consume his very being so that his blood could rise from heated to boiling. Let her crawl into him and take whatever she wanted like a tornado ripping through a town and a heart. "Did you think I was going to tiptoe around you like everyone else in this court?"

x. ❤ (Nesta 😈) from @3katanas

There was no preface, no preamble or even a warning; one second they were nearly nose to nose with unyielding stubborn indignation toward one another and tempers flaring beyond any measurable means short of physical violence and the next he was taking hold of her and kissing her with violence of a different nature. Nesta Archeron refused to concede defeat on any battlefield and the way his lips crashed against hers with such anger and desire was no exception. Stunned into shocked stillness for the briefest of moments, her body was quick to react before her thoughts had the chance to catch up. Nesta reached up to claw at his forearm to no avail as one hand clutched at her chin and the other pressed her in closer from behind with impressive strength. She was outmatched in physicality even as she tried to wriggle and squirm out of his hold. Zoro’s grip on her only tightened almost to a point of discomfort and despite the attempts she made at making any sounds of protest, her body began to betray her as it settled and melted against him. Something stirred in her stomach, spreading lower as he deepened the hiss and tested the waters as his tongue entered her mouth in search of hers. She had every inclination to bite down and get him back, but as she sucked in a breath and breathed the taste of him into her lungs, it was like something had set fire to her veins spurring her to meet him head on in ferocity and vengeance. Nesta kissed him back. The form of her body finally relented, conforming to his body as his hold on her kept her upright and supported and hands that had been balled into fists searching for battle gripped at his collar and clawed at his chest. Just as quickly as the moment rose to a crescendo however, it was Zoro who firmly pushed her away to put distance between them and it was the stupid smug smirk herwore that set her back onto her previous warpath. “What the fuck was that?!” She spat at him, wiping at her plump lips now flush with blood rush with the back of her forearm as if she were repulsed by the very idea of his saliva still touching any part of her skin, stumbling back a step or two on unsteady feet and head still reeling from the deprivation of oxygen and whiplash of intensity of such a kiss.

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@hexsreality asked: 🫂 From: Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them.

He froze in place for a long moment, unsure of what to do as her arms suddenly wound around him tightly. The hug foreign to him only because.....he honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd been hugged. That and he wasn't even sure why she was hugging him, other than the fact that she was still holding him.

Glancing down at her for a moment one arm rose, wrapping around her waist to hold her back, squeezing slightly even as he asked. "Do I want to know why you're hugging me?"

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Shifting slightly into a more comfortable position he nodded his thanks at the offer of the map, assuming that she'd probably leave now. So the question on what he'd do after had a spark of surprise filtering through him, causing a pause to fill the air between them as he realized he wasn't even sure.

He'd spent the last few years training while looking for her. Now that he knew he had to continue training to match her level of skill and exceed it he wasn't really sure where to go. His hometown wasn't really a home to him, not in the way it could have been had she not died. Besides, returning without completing their vow felt wrong.

Gaze shifting away from Erza to look out the window next to his bed he finally said simply. "I don't really have any plans other than continuing to train."

ERZA HAS CONSIDERED HERSELF AS the sword and shield of Fairy Tail. The guild is her family, and she serves as their protector. A role she had willingly assigned herself, giving her a sense of purpose. She dedicates her life to the guild who had given her everything she‘d needed as a child. Home, warmth, family. Everything she never thought she‘d ever have.

        Taking on this duty had built her fortitude, strengthening her will to survive. She doesn‘t want to die, and if she does, it‘ll be for her family. A worthy and honorable sacrifice.

        ❝Alright then. I‘ll give you a map of the location.❞ This is the least Erza can do for him.

        Even though it‘s a fair victory, she still carries a residual guilt for severely injuring him. He‘d seemed ready for his end, consenting death by her hand, but she didn‘t intend to cross that line in a duel. Their principles clearly differ.

        ❝So, what are you planning after this?❞ she wonders, genuinely curious about his plans.