#♬ dancing cheek to cheek ♬

[thebunnednun]

Tempted to touch! Men of One piece x Fm! Reader (Multi Character fic) Part 2

Pairings: Zoro x Reader, Buggy x Reader, Law x Reader, Sanji x Reader, Sabo x Reader, Kidd x Reader, Corazon x Reader

Synopsis: Can someone write like a lil thing for Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Crocodile and/or Smoker or any One Piece character (secretly) seeing their S/O being able to whine (dance) and having crazy waist control (being able to bounce their ass without movin anything else)? 🧍🏻‍♀️

A little something for @mororona who gave me the prompt.

Use these songs:

Tempted to Touch by Rupee Zoro, Buggy, Rosinante

Nina Sky - Move Ya Body Kidd, Sabo,

Aventura - La Novelita Sanji, Law, Sanji

Or use any song you want *Shrugs*

I'ma also tag @fanaticsnail I added two special someones for you!!~

In honor of me reaching 100 followers I have prepared many stories for you all. Thank you to everyone who supported me through my hiatus. <33 ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

On with the show!!~

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Zoro

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Thousand Sunny. The crew was scattered around the deck, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Luffy and Usopp were engaged in a loud, animated conversation, while Nami and Robin sipped on drinks, sharing a quieter exchange. Sanji was in the kitchen, preparing a late-night snack for everyone, and Franky was tinkering with one of his inventions. Brook’s gentle strumming on his guitar added a serene backdrop to the scene.

Zoro, ever the loner, had retreated to a quiet corner of the deck. He leaned against the railing, one hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword, the other holding a half-empty bottle of sake. His eyes were closed, and he appeared to be resting, but in truth, he was always alert, always ready.

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As the night grew darker, a soft, rhythmic beat began to echo across the deck. Zoro opened one eye, scanning the area for the source of the sound. His gaze landed on you and Chopper, standing near the center of the deck, your eyes closed, lost in your own world. Brooks music seemed to flow through you, guiding your movements.

Zoro's interest piqued as he watched you start to move. You swayed your hips with a grace and fluidity that was mesmerizing. The rest of your body remained still, save for your waist, which moved with a hypnotic rhythm. It was a skillful dance, one that required incredible control and strength. You were whining,and you were doing it flawlessly.

You were completely unaware of your audience. The other crew members continued their activities, oblivious to your impromptu performance. Zoro, however, couldn’t take his eyes off you. There was something captivating about the way you moved, something almost primal. He felt a strange mix of emotions—pride, admiration, and an unfamiliar heat that stirred deep within him.

Zoro’s grip on his bottle tightened as you shifted your movements, your hips now bouncing in a way that defied logic. It was as if the rest of your body had frozen in time, leaving only your waist to express the rhythm of the music. He had seen many things in his travels, but this was new, this was different.

As the song reached its crescendo, you finished with a graceful spin, finally opening your eyes. Your gaze met Zoro’s, and you froze, realizing you had an audience.

"[Name]-chan, why did you stop?" The little reindeer whined, wanting to be spun in your arms again. However, he stopped seeing the flustered swordsman and you locked in a staring match.

A blush spread across your cheeks, but Zoro’s expression was unreadable. He took a swig from his bottle, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Didn’t know you could dance like that,” he said, his voice low and appreciative.

You laughed nervously, running a hand through your hair. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Moss-head.”

He smirked, pushing off the railing and walking towards you. “Guess I’ll have to stick around and find out, then.”

"Are you guys flirting?"

"NO!"

Chopper let out some little giggles as he tugged your hand into his smaller one and almost dragged you to Zoro. Shockingly, the moss-head put down his bottle and picked up Chopper, placing him on his shoulders before offering a hand to you.

"Would you dance with me?"

You looked quickly between him and his outstretched palm before nodding and grabbing on.

As Zoro closed the distance between you, you could see the intensity in his eyes. The night was far from over, and you had a feeling it would be one to remember.

Buggy

It was a late night in the Big Top, and Buggy found himself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mind swirled with the day’s frustrations and petty annoyances. Costumes not right, Alvida roasting him, Richie almost eating some of the audience members. He grumbled to himself, contemplating another sleepless night when the faint sound of music reached his ears. It was a soft, rhythmic melody, entirely out of place at this hour.

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Annoyed, Buggy sat up and stomped towards the source of the disturbance. "Who the hell is playing music at this time?" he muttered under his breath, ready to bellow at whoever it was to, "Shut that damn music off!"

As he approached the main performance area, he stopped short. There, under the dim spotlight of the Big Top, he saw you, his shyest performer. Your back was to him, and you seemed completely absorbed in your dance, unaware of his presence. 

The Big Top, usually bustling with noise and activity, was eerily silent save for the music. The moonlight filtered through the tent’s small windows, casting a gentle glow on your figure. You moved with an ethereal grace, your body swaying to the rhythm. Buggy’s eyes widened as he watched you, mesmerized.

You had always been reserved, avoiding the spotlight and keeping to yourself. But here, in the privacy of the night, you had shed your inhibitions, revealing a side of yourself that was both captivating and unexpected. Your eyes were closed, and a serene smile played on your lips as you moved to the rhythm of the music.

Your hips moved with a hypnotic precision, swaying and bouncing in a way that seemed almost impossible. The rest of your body remained still, a testament to your incredible control. It was a captivating sight, one Buggy couldn’t look away from. 

You, the performer who always shied away from the spotlight, the one who would cry if pressed to the stage, were now the embodiment of confidence and skill. The music wrapped around you, each note guiding your movements. Your moments were so sure, rippling like water while you were completely lost in the flow of your craft. 

Buggy watched you dance, each movement more enthralling than the last. The world outside the Big Top faded away, leaving only the music, your dance, and the spellbinding atmosphere

He leaned against the stands, his initial annoyance long forgotten. There was something enchanting about watching you like this, seeing you so free and unrestrained. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, shy person he knew you to be during the day. Buggy felt a strange warmth in his chest, a mix of admiration and a newfound affection.

As you continued, Buggy found himself captivated not just by your skill, but by the raw emotion you poured into each step. Your usually reserved demeanor was gone, replaced by a vibrant, enchanting presence. It was as if you had shed all your inhibitions, revealing a side of yourself that was hidden beneath layers of shyness and restraint.

The music continued, wrapping around you like a gentle embrace, guiding your every step. Buggy marveled at your skill and the way you seemed to place your heart into each movement. It was as if you were sharing a part of yourself that no one else had seen, a secret side that only the night and the music could coax out.

‘Beautiful,’

Buggy’s heart pounded as he observed you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He took a step back, careful not to make a sound. Buggy didn’t want to disturb this private moment, this secret display of your talent. The last thing he wanted was to break the spell you had unknowingly cast.

As the music slowly came to an end, you finished your dance with a final, graceful flourish. You stood there for a moment, breathing heavily but with a peaceful smile on your face, eyes closed. 

Buggy took another step back, he didn’t want you to know he had been watching, not yet.

With one last lingering glance at you, Buggy turned and walked away, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He knew he would never look at you the same way again. The shy little  performer he had thought he knew was gone, replaced by a captivating dancer with an irresistible charm.

That morning, Buggy carried the memory of your dance with him, a secret treasure he was happy to keep all to himself. It was a reminder that beneath the surface, there was always more to discover, and sometimes, the most beautiful things were found in the most unexpected places.

Law

It was late at night on the Polar Tang, and Law found himself unable to sleep. The day's events replayed in his mind, a mix of battles, research, and the endless responsibilities that came with being a captain. Frustrated, he rose from his bed, deciding to take a walk through the quiet corridors of his submarine.

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As he wandered, he heard a faint sound of a melody drifting through the halls. It was an unusual sound at this hour, and Law's first instinct was to put a stop to it. His crew needed rest, and so did he. With a sigh, he followed the melody, preparing to tell whoever it was to shut it off.

As he neared the source, Law's sharp eyes caught sight of a figure moving gracefully in the dimly lit common room. He stopped in his tracks, his irritation melting away as he realized who it was. You, the bubbly and ever-optimistic member of his crew, were dancing, completely lost in the flow of your movements.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of a few scattered lights, casting long shadows that danced along with you. The gentle sway of the submarine did little to disturb your rhythm. Your body moved with a fluidity that left Law momentarily speechless. Your hips swayed and bounced with an effortless control, your waist moving independently from the rest of your body. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that Law couldn't look away from.

You had always been the opposite of him—confident, lively, and full of an infectious energy that endeared you to everyone. You brought light to the crew, a stark contrast to Law's often serious demeanor. But here, in the privacy of the night, you had shed your usual exuberance, revealing a side of yourself that was just as captivating and unexpected.

Your eyes were closed, a serene smile playing on your lips as you moved to the rhythm of the music. Law found himself drawn in, watching the way you danced with a mix of grace and passion. Each movement was precise, yet filled with an emotional depth that spoke of a deep connection to the music. You seemed completely unaware of his presence, lost in a world of your own creation.

He leaned against the doorway, his initial annoyance long forgotten. There was something enchanting about watching you like this, seeing you so free and unrestrained. Law felt a strange warmth crawling up his neck into his face and ears.

Just then, the music paused as the record player needed to be restarted. You opened your eyes and saw Law just standing there, causing you to jump and scream out, 

"AHHH!"

Startled, Law quickly looked behind him and then back to you, his eyes wide. "[Name]-ya! What's wrong?!" 

Realizing that he had scared you, Law quickly crossed the floor to you, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured into your hair, holding you close. "M’Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you buried your face in his shoulder, trying to calm down. "It’s okay, you just startled me, Law-san," you mumbled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. You took a deep breath, inhaling his familiar scent, a mixture of antiseptic and something uniquely him. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear was soothing, gradually easing your surprise.

Law chuckled softly, his breath warm against your hair. He gently ran a hand down your back in a comforting gesture, the warmth of his touch grounding you. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice gentle. "But I have to say, I really like your dancing. You should dance more often."

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, your cheeks still flushed. His usual stern expression had softened, and there was a genuine warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter. "You really think so?" you asked, a shy smile tugging at your lips despite your usual confidence.

Law nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. I do."

Feeling a surge of affection for him, you grinned. "Well then, let's start now," you whispered with your own smile to match.

A warm smile spread across Law's face as he nodded. Without another word, he pulled you closer, and the two of you began to slow dance to the quiet hum of the Polar Tang. The world outside faded away, leaving only the gentle sway of your bodies and the comforting embrace you shared.

As you danced together in the dim light, a soft, contented silence settled over you both. The bubbly, sunshine-filled crew member and the stoic, grumpy captain, finding comfort and warmth in each other's arms, dancing to the silent music of the night.

SANJIIII

Late at night on the Thousand Sunny, Sanji found himself restless. Unable to sleep, he decided to check the kitchen, suspecting that the usual culprits—Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper—might be raiding the fridge again. With a lit cigarette in his mouth and a broom in hand, he made his way towards the kitchen, ready to shoo away the mischievous trio.

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As he approached, he heard faint noises and peeked through the kitchen window. To his surprise, it wasn't the usual suspects. Instead, it was you, wearing his chef's apron, making a little snack for yourself.

The apron hugged your figure in a way that made his heart flutter. You were preparing a simple sandwich and a glass of water, moving gracefully around the kitchen.

Sanji's eyes softened as he watched you dance while you put everything together, a little hip wiggle accompanying your movements. He adored that wiggle, especially when you ate something delicious. It was the very reason he always tried to create dishes that would make you dance with joy.

You were somewhat of a picky eater, often opting for something like soup or a sandwich while the rest of the crew ate their hearty meals. It broke his heart a bit, thinking he couldn't satisfy your appetite despite his efforts. Yet, he continued to create new dishes, hoping to find something that would suit your palate.

Quietly, Sanji slipped into the kitchen, watching as you finished cleaning and putting away the dishes—another thing he loved about you. Your consideration for his meticulously clean kitchen warmed his heart. You took a bite of your sandwich and did that delightful hip wiggle again, bringing a soft chuckle from Sanji as he admired you.

Suddenly, you accidentally dropped your water glass, and it shattered on the floor. You squatted down to pick up the pieces, but before you could touch any, you felt a warm presence behind you. 

"Hold on now, love. You could hurt yourself," a gentle voice murmured.

You gasped as the smell of nicotine found its way to your nose and turned to find Sanji’s strong arms lifting you up and seating you on the kitchen counter. Now faced towards Sanji, he smiled up at you with such fondness as he crouched down that it made you blush. He carefully swept up the glass pieces, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Sanji, how long have you been here?" you asked, feeling a mix of embarrassment and warmth.

"Long enough to see that wonderful dance of yours," he answered honestly, a teasing smile on his lips. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. It was quite the beautiful sight to behold."

You nibbled on your sandwich, your cheeks flushing. "I'm sorry, Sanji. I didn't mean to wake you."

He sighed, his expression softening. "Don’t be ridiculous, I was already awake. I'm sorry I can't make dishes that agree with your tummy." He threw out the broken glass and set the broom back down before returning to you and adjusting the rolled up cuffs of his shirt before resting his hands on the counter. 

‘Yummy,’

You shook your head, blushing. "It's not your fault! I actually include different parts of the dinner you make for us in my soup and sandwiches." You opened your sandwich to show him the seasoned meat he had made for dinner that night.

Sanji's heart soared at the sight. "Really? That makes me so happy, [Name]."

You bit your lip, looking down and playing with your fingers. "There's another reason why I don't eat in front of you, Sanji."

He tilted his head, curiosity piqued. "Why?"

You looked up, swinging your feet nervously. "I know acts of service are your love language, and I noticed you often just drink wine and eat a little bit while the crew has dinner.” You began to fidget with your fingers. “I would like it if you would sit with me during dinner and eat with me."

Sanji's cigarette slipped from his teeth, dropping to the floor. Quickly, he stomped it out, his mind raced before a smile spread across his face. He took your hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "I'd love that, [Name]."

You smiled brightly and tugged him into a hug, catching him by surprise. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. The two of you held each other for a while, basking in the warmth of the moment.

Sanji gently picked you up off the counter and set you down on the now clean, glass-free floor. "May I ask you a favor?"

You hummed in curiosity, looking up at him. "Of course, Sanji."

He took your hand and led you to the center of the kitchen. "Dance with me?"

Your face lit up with joy as you beamed at him. "I'd love to."

You placed your hand in his, and the two of you began to dance softly. One of his hands rested on your waist while your other hand rested on his shoulder. Slowly, you got closer, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Both of his arms encircled your middle, and your arms wrapped around his neck. You gazed into each other's eyes, foreheads touching as you closed your eyes, enjoying the bliss of being together.

In the quiet of the kitchen, with the soft hum of the ship in the background, you danced together, finding solace and happiness in each other's embrace.

SABO

Sabo had managed to slip away from the Straw Hats during the festival, deftly navigating through the colorful crowds and festive stalls. The air was alive with the aroma of exotic foods and the joyous sounds of laughter and music. He had one mission in mind—to find you, the shyest Straw Hat, the half sea creature who usually kept away from the lively festivities. 

Following the winding paths that led away from the main celebration, Sabo made his way to your usual meeting spot, a secluded cove hidden away from the bustling energy of the festival. The trees and berry bushes provide security from prying eyes. 

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As he approached, the distant strains of music reached his ears, carried on the gentle sea breeze. The soft glow of festival lights flickered in the distance, casting playful shadows along the path and adding to the enchanting atmosphere of the night.

Upon reaching the cove, Sabo paused, taking in the sight before him. There you were, bathed in the ethereal light of the moon, your scales catching the shimmering reflections from the sea. The soft, iridescent glow of your skin mesmerized him, each scale reflecting the hues of the festival lights like tiny jewels. They glimmered softly against your body, creating an otherworldly aura around you.

You stood at the edge of the cove, your movements fluid and graceful as you danced to the music only you could hear. The band playing nearby provided a rhythmic backdrop, guiding your movements with its upbeat tempo. Sabo watched, captivated by the way your body moved with such effortless grace, every sway of your hips and twist of your body a testament to your innate connection to the sea.

‘Motion in the Ocean~’

Unable to resist, Sabo stepped forward as you spun gracefully under the moonlight. With a boldness born of longing, he reached out and gently caught you in his arms. You gasped in surprise, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of astonishment and something deeper—a silent energy between you.

Without a word, Sabo began to move with you, his hands finding a natural place on your waist as he guided you in a dance that transcended words. The music enveloped you both, its melody weaving around your intertwined bodies like a delicate thread, binding you together in a shared moment of intimacy.

Your scales brushed against his hands, their texture smooth and cool to the touch, yet somehow soft and inviting. Sabo marveled at the contrast between your delicate scales and the warmth of your skin beneath, a sensation that sent a thrill through him with each fleeting touch.

As you danced, the distance between you melted away, leaving only the raw emotion and desire that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. Sabo's touch was tender yet firm, his gaze never leaving yours as he communicated his feelings through the language of movement and touch.

The song continued, each beat a heartbeat that echoed the rhythm of your shared dance. The festival lights twinkled in the background, casting a magical glow over your intertwined forms. The moonlight bathed you both in its soft, silvery light, highlighting the contours of your faces and the sparkle in your eyes.

As the final notes of the song drifted away, you both stood still, your hands clasped together, your breaths mingling in the cool night air. The intensity of the moment hung between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that had brought you together under the moonlit sky.

"Again?"

"Again!"

With that, you both moved together once more, the world around you fading into the background as you lost yourselves in the dance of passion and longing. The only language needed was your moving bodies and the shimmering magic of the night.

Kidd

Amidst the vibrant festival lights and the lively atmosphere, Eustass Kid found himself observing the festivities with a skeptical eye. The air was thick with the scent of food and excitement, and the sound of music echoed through the streets.

As he navigated through the crowd, his attention was unexpectedly drawn to a figure that stood out from the revelry—a figure he didn't immediately recognize.

There she was, the crewmate he knew as somewhat reserved and always covered, now dressed in a flowing blouse and a short ruffled skirt that was raised higher with every step she took. Her mask was absent, allowing her hair to cascade freely around her shoulders. This new sight of her, smiling, laughing, and dancing without a care in the world, captivated him instantly.

She had become the center of attention in a dance circle, her movements graceful and fluid, drawing the eyes of everyone around her. Her laughter mingled with the music, a melody of joy that echoed through the night. 

Kidd couldn't tear his eyes away from her—the way her eyes sparkled with mirth, her smile lighting up her face in a way he had never seen before.

Kidd was enraptured by this new side of her, so full of life and energy. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, reserved persona she usually displayed aboard the ship. He found himself drawn to her like a magnet, wanting to get closer without disrupting her dance.

Meanwhile, Killer, ever observant of his captain's moods and inclinations, noticed Kidd's fixed gaze and sharp interest. With a mischievous grin, he assumed Kidd wanted to join in on the fun and playfully slapped his back in encouragement, pushing him forward towards the dance circle with a hearty, "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

Startled by Killer's unexpected shove, Kidd stumbled forward and inadvertently bumped into the edge of the dance circle, drawing the attention of everyone, including you. At first, you looked surprised, momentarily pausing in your dance as you tried to place the interruption.

However, any annoyance quickly melted into amusement when you realized it was your captain who had stumbled into the midst of the dance. You giggled at the sight of him, his usual stern expression slightly awkward as he tried to move in sync with the music and the others around him.

Without missing a beat, you took matters into your own hands, quite literally. Grabbing Kidd's hands with a playful grin, you pulled him flush against you, guiding him through the steps of the dance with an infectious confidence. The music seemed to intensify around them, matching the fiery spirit of their impromptu dance.

Kidd, though initially caught off guard, soon found himself swept up in the rhythm of the dance and the energy radiating from you. Your touch was surprisingly gentle yet firm, leading him through the intricate steps with a natural grace that belied your usual reserved demeanor. He couldn't help but be drawn to your infectious enthusiasm and the way your laughter filled the air around them.

Each step and sway seemed to draw you closer, the rhythm syncing your movements in a sensual duet. The festival lights cast shifting patterns around you, accentuating the curve of your neck as you leaned into his touch, and the warmth of his hand on your waist, guiding you in the dance. Kidd's gaze held an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, his fingertips grazing lightly against your skin as you moved together. The air crackled with a palpable tension, charged with the electricity of desire. 

Your breath mingled in the space between you, the heat of the night matching the heat rising between your entwined forms. The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the sensation of his strong frame pressed against yours, and the undeniable attraction that had ignited between you.

The festival lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors around them, accentuating their dance with a vibrant backdrop of swirling hues. The night seemed to bend around them, the music guiding their every twist and turn, until they were lost in their own world of rhythm and passion.

With each beat of the music, you surrendered to the allure of the dance, allowing yourselves to be carried away by the intoxicating rhythm and the lingering touches of his hand on your hips and waist sending a rush of warmth through you. 

At the end of the song, they stood together in the center of the circle, their hands still clasped, breaths mingling in the cool night air. Kidd couldn't suppress the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips. The festival lights flickered around them, casting playful shadows over their faces as they caught their breath.

"Well, well," Kidd started, his voice low and teasing, "Who knew the prude one had such moves?" Kidd couldn't help but admire you in this liberated state, his usual gruff demeanor softened by the warmth of your smile.

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of interest and amusement. "Surprised, Captain? I guess there's more to me than meets the eye," you replied, your tone playful yet tinged with challenge.

Kidd chuckled, a deep rumble that resonated in the night air. "Clearly," he remarked, his gaze locking with yours. "I never took you for someone who could command a dance floor."

You shrugged nonchalantly, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes. "You never asked~," you quipped, stepping closer to him until your bodies were almost touching.

He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of admiration crossing his features. "Maybe I should ask more often," he countered, his voice lowering to a husky murmur.

Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his gaze, your breath catching slightly. "Maybe you should," you shot back, a bratty challenge in your tone as you leaned closer to him, your faces mere inches apart.

For a moment, you stood there in the electric tension between you, the music and laughter of the festival fading into the background. It was just the two of you, caught in a dance of words and desires.

"Care to show me more of your hidden talents, then?" Kidd murmured, his voice a low, enticing growl.

A smirk played on your lips as you tilted your head, meeting his gaze head-on. "Depends," you teased, "Are ya up for the challenge?"

Kidd's eyes darkened with a mixture of amusement and something deeper, his hand tightening around yours. "Try me," he dared, a hint of a challenge in his voice.

With that, you pulled him back into the dance, your bodies moving together with a newfound power and intimacy. The festival continued around you, but in that moment, all that mattered was the fiery connection between you in the midst of the night's celebration.

As you danced, your banter continued, each teasing remark and playful touch fueling the chemistry that simmered between you. The festival lights illuminated your dance, casting a halo of warmth and desire around your figures as you moved in sync, drawn together by a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist.

At the end of the song, you paused once more, breathless and exhilarated from your dance. Your eyes locked, the air thick with unspoken promises and newfound understanding.

"Can you handle me?" you whispered, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Kidd smirked, his gaze never leaving yours. "I’ll fuck around and find out," he agreed, pulling you closer as you both prepared to lose yourselves once more in the intoxicating rhythm of the night.

Corazon Rosinante <3

Rosinante joined the Straw Hats and Heart Pirates at a bustling club to celebrate their latest victory. The atmosphere was alive with pulsing music and laughter, drinks flowing freely as everyone reveled in the night's festivities. Amidst the animated crowd, Cora sat quietly at the bar, nursing a glass of water, his serene expression belying the chaos around him.

You, working behind the bar as a bartender, couldn't help but notice the lone figure amidst the revelry. Curiosity sparked, you approached Rosinante with a friendly smile, unaware that he couldn't speak. 

“Hey stranger, you enjoying yourself?” 

He looked a little startled by you. He hadn’t expected anyone to strike up a conversation with him tonight. Holding up a polite finger, he dug into his pocket for a moment, pulling out a notepad. He scribbled a cheerful greeting and slid it over to you, hoping to communicate with you. 

‘Hi! Thanks for asking. I’m doing fine.’

Unfortunately for him, his pencil broke. Cora let out a silent groan before reaching into his pockets to find another writing tool. Quiet giggles filled his ears before he looked up to see you pull a pencil from behind your ear and you scribble a cheerful greeting and before sliding it over to him.

‘No problem at all.’

Rosinante, caught off guard by your gesture, glanced at the note with surprise before returning your smile. You picked up a pen and offered it to him and he began to respond in kind, a playful doodle sketched on its surface. It depicted a tiny heart wearing a straw hat, accompanied by a speech bubble saying, "Quiet night?"

You looked up, surprised, then smiled warmly. He reached for the note and wrote underneath, "Not much for the noise. Enjoy watching them have fun."

You chuckled softly, replying with another doodle, this time of a heart holding a pen, writing, "I get that. Sometimes it's nice just to watch."

Rosinante grinned at your doodle, appreciating the whimsy in your communication. Before he could respond, a commotion broke out nearby.

Your coworker, a spirited woman named Maya, known for her contagious enthusiasm (and for getting so hammered with the clients she would dance on the bar), had spotted you at your station. With a mischievous wink, Maya grabbed your hand, urging you to join her on the dance floor.

At first, you resisted, shaking your head with a playful protest. But Maya wasn't easily deterred. She pulled you gently but persistently, whispering, "Come on, just this once! It's your song!"

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The DJ, sensing the moment, began to cue up your favorite track, its familiar beats filling the air. Initially hesitant, you laughed and shook your head, trying to resist her playful insistence. But Maya wasn't one to take no for an answer. With a playful pout and a persuasive sway, she coaxed you onto the dance floor amidst cheers and encouragement from those nearby. 

“Fine! Just for one song!” You finally relented, stepping onto the dance floor. Caught up in the moment, you began to move, your body responding naturally to the music. Your dance was a display of precise waist control and confident grace, drawing all eyes towards you.

The music enveloped you, with you effortlessly weaving through the crowd with dance moves that showcased your skillful waist control and playful charisma. The club erupted in cheers, friends and strangers alike clapping along to the rhythm, captivated by your impromptu performance.

Meanwhile, Rosinante watched in awe seated at the bar. He couldn't help but watch with rapt attention. His cheeks flushed as he observed your skillful movements and the joyous energy you exuded. He hadn’t expected this tonight, he hadn’t expected you tonight—so vibrant and alive, captivating everyone around you.

The club erupted in applause and cheers, celebrating your impromptu performance. Maya danced alongside you, matching your energy with her own infectious spirit, creating a scene of pure revelry and joy.

Rosinante, mesmerized by your dance, felt a warmth spread through him. He couldn't look away, feeling admiration and perhaps a hint of a crush stirring within him as he watched you shine in the spotlight of the dance floor. His heart pounding in his ears along with the music's beat. 

Meanwhile, Luffy and Zoro noticed Rosinante's fixed gaze on you. With mischievous grins, they nudged Law, who was quietly sipping his drink nearby. Law, ever the strategist, decided to intervene in his own unique way.

"Cora-san seems to need a little nudge," Law remarked casually to Luffy and Zoro.

"I'll help him find it."

Before Rosinante could react, Law had already grasped his hand, feigning concern as he led Rosinante away from the bar. "Let's checkout the DJ booth," Law suggested, his tone masking his true intentions.

Confused but compliant, Rosinante allowed himself to be led towards where you were dancing. Suddenly, Law released his hand, leaving Rosinante standing awkwardly behind you. Flustered, Rosinante attempted to move out of the way, his taller frame proving a challenge in the crowded club.

“Looks like we got a challenger folks!” The DJ boomed over the music leading you to turn around and crank your neck up, up, up at the now standing silent customer.

“Oh it’s you!”

Cora, unsure of what was happening, allowed himself to be led, his mind racing with thoughts of how to gracefully excuse himself from the situation. Just as he was about to attempt to leave, you noticed him and gently grabbed the back of his shirt, preventing his escape.

The music pounded around you as you shouted over the noise, "Hey! Dance with me!"

Startled, Rosinante fumbled for his notepad to write a response, but you took it gently from his hand and pocketed it with a knowing smile. Sensing his hesitation, you hopped up onto a nearby table, waving him forward. Your eyes met his, and he could see the playful challenge in your expression.

“This should be okay, right?”

With a shy nod and a blush coloring his cheeks, Rosinante tentatively joined you at the table. It had been years since he last danced, but with your encouragement and the pulsing beat of the music, he quickly found his rhythm again. His movements were graceful yet tentative at first, but as the song progressed, confidence surged through him.

The dance became a playful exchange of steps and spins, laughter ringing out between you. Rosinante surprised himself with how easily he moved, his tall frame gracefully accommodating your playful gestures. As the music reached a crescendo, he swept you into his arms, one hand securely under your thighs and the other clasping yours. You held onto his waist with your legs and together, you spun in sync, the joy evident on both your faces.

The club erupted into thunderous cheers and applause, celebrating your spontaneous and captivating dance. Even Law, watching from the sidelines with a rare smile, couldn't help but be impressed by Rosinante's unexpected grace and the dorky cuteness between you both.

For Rosinante, this unexpected dance had not only brought him closer to you but also rediscovered a part of himself he thought he had long forgotten. And as the club around him faded, amidst the laughter and celebration, he found himself very grateful for the playful twist of fate that had brought him to your side.

As the song ended, you both took a bow, and the crowd clapped enthusiastically. However, in his attempt to stand tall and bow gracefully, Rosinante rolled his ankle and stumbled, causing a collective gasp from the onlookers.

“Ah shit.”

“There Cora-san goes again!”

“Have you tried drinking some milk?”

Quick to react, Law stepped forward, helping you guide Corazon to a nearby chair. He swiftly retrieved some ice from the bar and placed it gently in a bag on Rosinante's ankle, muttering about the clumsiness under his breath.

Rosinante winced slightly but managed a sheepish smile as he gestured for you to come closer. With a touch of embarrassment, he handed you a note. You gasped in surprise, feeling your pockets and realizing that Rosinante had discreetly taken back his notepad without your notice.

The note was a simple yet heartfelt message, thanking you for the best time he'd had in years with a smiley face that had hearts on both cheeks. You beamed warmly at him, feeling a rush of affection for this gentle-hearted man who had ventured out of his comfort zone for you.

"Can I give you a hug?" you asked softly, seeking permission.

Rosinante's shy eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly, opening his arms. Without hesitation, you dove into his embrace, feeling the warmth and sincerity in his gesture. He felt so fucking good to hug.Even the scent of his cologne, mixed with the subtle aroma of the club and the faint trace of sweat from dancing wasn’t bad at all. 

He was so tall you actually could almost climb into his lap if you wanted. But that would be going pretty far for a first meeting. Instead, you tucked your head into his neck and closed your eyes. His heart was pounding against yours, the rhythm syncing with the lingering excitement of the dance.

‘He’s so fucking cute!~’

In that moment, amidst the music and the crowd, you realized that you weren't the only one feeling a "little" flustered. 

Suddenly, the DJ's voice blasted over the speakers, giving you both a shoutout. "Let's hear it for the cutest couple out here tonight!"

You and Rosinante's cheeks flushed crimson as you snapped your necks to the DJ before shyly looking back at each other. As he sat back in the chair, trying to process the unexpected attention. In his flustered state, he tipped backwards, taking you with him in a gentle fall. Before you could react, his strong arms instinctively wrapped around you, protecting you from the fall. 

You cringed at the echo of the chair slapping against the concrete floor as you ended up in the handsome stranger's lap and pressed up into his chest and neck. 

"Sorry!" he whispered in your ear softly, his voice so warm and soothing that it sent a shiver down your spine. It was then that you realized—he could talk, and his voice was incredibly nice.

The crew members of both the Straw Hats and the Heart Pirates, along with your coworkers and even your manager, let out collective "awes" at the sight of you both, wrapped up in each other's arms. The moment, filled with laughter and warmth, seemed to freeze in time, a perfect tableau of the unexpected

As your coworkers and Law helped you both back up from the chair, the warmth of the moment lingered between you and Rosinante. Despite the stumble, you found yourselves chatting easily, laughter punctuating the conversation as you exchanged stories and shared moments from the night.

Eventually, the festivities began to wind down, and one by one, your friends and colleagues bid their farewells, heading home for the night. Rosinante lingered for a moment, his gaze meeting yours with a soft smile.

Before he left, he waved goodbye and then gestured towards his pocket. Confused, you looked down and discovered a note tucked neatly into your pocket. With a flutter of anticipation, you unfolded it and read the words written in his neat handwriting.

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My tiny dancer,

Thank you for the most wonderful evening I've had in years. Your smile lit up the room, and dancing with you was a joy I'll cherish. I hope we can do it again soon! (But hopefully without the ‘accidents’.)

Take care, 

Rosinante

Phone number: XXX- (555) -4567

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Heart racing with excitement, you looked up to find Corazon already halfway out the door, his shy smile lighting up his face. With a rush of gratitude and newfound connection, you tucked the note safely away, 

You nodded at him, conveying your appreciation and eagerness to see him again, and then playfully blew him a kiss.

Corazon's cheeks flushed crimson once more as he, in a moment of playful realization, pretended to catch the blown kiss, but his attention was momentarily diverted. With a soft thud, he accidentally banged his head against the metal door frame, a mix of embarrassment and amusement crossing his features. You cringed a little bit from the impact and gestured to his forehead. He gave you a thumbs up and your heart relaxed a bit. 

Meanwhile, the other characters in the club had been watching the scene unfold with amused affection. Maya clapped her hands together with a gleeful laugh, thoroughly enjoying the romantic interlude she had inadvertently helped create. Law, who stood nearby, nudged Corazon along, “Come on, you’ll see her again soon,” a rare smile playing on his lips as he observed Corazon's departure.

Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing as Corazon walked away from the club, a smile lingering on his lips. He couldn't shake the butterflies of excitement and anticipation, grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had brought him to you.

Back inside, the club gradually quieted down as patrons began to disperse, each carrying with them memories of a lively celebration and the heartwarming sight of two unlikely dancers. Maya and your other coworkers exchanged knowing glances, silently agreeing to tease you about this later and hound you for updates once you’d texted the clumsy cutie. 

You were a little more smiley as you closed up your section. Standing amidst the remnants of the evening's joy, you felt a sense of possibility and newfound happiness knowing that this night had brought something special into your life—a gentle-hearted man named Corazon, who had danced and rolled his way into your heart. 

You reached for your phone to take a picture of the note. Just in case you lost it. Tucking Corazon's note safely into your pocket, you knew that this was just the beginning of a romance with a gentle-hearted giant named Corazon.

Bonus:

Later that night, as you settled in at home, you reached into your pocket and pulled out Corazon's note once more. With a smile, you carefully unfolded it and read the words again, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. You decided to send him a text, wanting to talk to him again.

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Unknown: Hi Corazon! It's [Name] from the club. I made it home safely. Thank you for the lovely note. 😊

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Meanwhile, across town, Corazon lay in a hospital bed with his head bandaged and his ankle elevated, the result of an unexpected mishap on his way home. While walking back to his car with his friends, Cora was lost in thoughts of you and the evening's enchantment. So he had stumbled into an uncovered manhole, resulting in a tumble that miraculously left him only bruised and slightly battered.

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Rosinante: Hi [Name]! I'm glad you made it home safely. Sorry for the delay—I had a little accident on my way back. Nothing serious, just a reminder to pay more attention. 😅 How are you?

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You settle back into your cozy spot on the couch, phone in hand, waiting for his response. The moments stretch out as you imagine the possible scenarios, your mind filled with concern for the endearing, clumsy man who had captured your heart so unexpectedly.

Your phone dings again, and you quickly read his reply.

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Oh no! What happened? Are you okay? :You

Rosinante: I was daydreaming about you and didn't notice an uncovered manhole. I fell in and sprained my ankle and bumped my head. I'm in the hospital now, but it's nothing serious. Just a bit embarrassed. 😳

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“Oh Dearest Pie, he falls down a freaking manhole and still asks me how I’m doing.”

Your heart melts at his candid confession, a mixture of concern and affection welling up within you. You can't help but laugh softly, picturing the tall, awkward sweetheart stumbling into a manhole because he was thinking of you.

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Tiny Dancer: Oh no, Rosinante! I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope you're not in too much pain. If it helps, I'm flattered that I was on your mind. 😊

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A shy smile tugs at his lips as he lies in his hospital bed. His reply comes quickly, the playful tone lifting your spirits.

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Rosinante: It does help, actually! Your smile is a pretty nice distraction. 😊

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You feel a blush creep up your cheeks as you continue the conversation, sharing stories and laughter, bridging the distance between you with every message. The night grows late, but neither of you seems to notice, too engrossed in the blossoming feelings between you.

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I wish I could be there to keep you company. :You

Rosinante: Just knowing you're thinking of me is enough. But maybe we can meet up again soon please? I promise to avoid any manholes this time! 😅

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“Fuck he’s too cute.”

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I'd like that very much. Rest up, okay? :You

And thank you for making tonight so special. :You 

Rosinante: Thank you, too. Goodnight, Tiny Dancer.

Goodnight, Gentle Giant. :You

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Despite the mishap, Rosinante couldn't help but smile as he typed out the message. The memory of your smile and the warmth of your presence lingered with him, easing the discomfort of his minor injuries. He eagerly began to look up other dance clubs he could take you to, his heart thankful for the continuation of this unexpected and delightful chance of meeting you.

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five kisses ⭑𓂃 c. beomgyu

𝄞𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈⭒♬ ﾟ. choi beomgyu x gn!reader ✧˖° five types of kisses from the love of your life.

GENRE ── fluff

WARNINGS ── est. relationship, kisses, toothrotting fluff, silly cuddly boyfie gyu

WORDS ── 1.1k

A/N ── happy late comeback day!! it took me way longer to finish this than i wanted to cos i could not for the life of me find the motivation to write it TT but finally it’s here! it’s short but it’s my longest fluff work so far… hoping to write longer fluff works in the future

you’ve kissed choi beomgyu more times than you could ever hope to count. each one a single shining star that made up the constellations of your relationship, the galaxy that was your love; your days and nights were peppered with his kisses just as often as they were by his jokes and his banter, by his hand on your waist; they were something so beautifully interwoven into your everyday life that it was hard to keep track.

while you couldn’t remember every one, you would always remember their types– beomgyu gave you five different kisses out of all of the hundreds and thousands that you’ve shared.

absently to the back of your cradled hand when you weren’t paying attention.

beomgyu always insisted that he hold your hand on movie nights, no matter how far you may end up seated away from him– that night you had sat in front of him cross-legged on the floor, letting all of the boys take the couch while you rested your back against his legs, and even then did beomgyu kept your fingers laced together. he ignored your complaints about having to bend your arm up behind your back with an evil little smile.

“that can’t be comfortable.” soobin laughed, tearing his eyes away from the tv screen only to hand yeonjun a bag of chips. you can hear beomgyu’s quiet snicker somewhere above your head.

“it’s not!” you whined, failing to hide your smile behind a pout. “my arm is falling asleep!”

“we can switch places, if you want.” hueningkai added gently, squished between the armrest and soobin’s broad frame– unlike him, you would probably fit just fine, comfortably even.

but that was when you felt it; beomgyu lifted your intertwined hands to his face, the skin of your fingers tingling as his plush lips ghosted your knuckles, and as gently and ardently as he possibly could pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. you gave hueningkai a polite, sideways smile.

“actually, i think i’m just fine here.”

so passionate you can hardly breathe, hardly even think.

“i love you,” beomgyu whispered, exalted like a prayer; you’ve never heard him sound like that before. his big brown puppy-dog eyes take up your vision, blinking, swimming with overwhelming emotion, framed by pretty long eyelashes; they sparkled like the brightest of stars even in the dark. you opened your mouth to respond, surprised and euphoric, but his pouty bottom lip wobbling with nerves knocked any scattered thought from your head.

So you kissed him instead.

you were used to first kisses being awkward, uncoordinated, but beomgyu kissed you back like your lips were the only one’s he’d ever known; you gasped softly against his lips and he drank it in like ambrosia, tilted your face to deepen the kiss as he cupped your cheeks in his shaking hands. it was perfect, indescribable, gentler than you had expected beomgyu to be. not like fireworks or explosions, but simply his lips on yours, and a slow caressing warmth that left you unable to focus on anything other than his touch, his taste.

you hadn’t known what to do with your hands, and it didn’t come to you until you both pulled away for air that you had been digging your nails into his sweater-clad shoulders. he didn’t seem to mind much.

“i love you,” beomgyu repeated, his words dancing across your lips in his hot, panting breaths. “can we do that again?”

softly and sweetly and exchanged in dimly lit doorsteps, a goodbye, a promise.

he’s running late, but you can’t let go. not when you have him in your arms like this, pretty face illuminated by the streetlights as you kiss him goodbye. “stay?” you whispered against his lips, just short of begging. beomgyu chuckled and shook his head, the best he can with your arms wrapped around his neck.

“you know i can’t.”

“just for the night…” you argued half-heartedly, but you already knew you had lost. “they certainly won’t miss you for just one night.”

“baby…” beomgyu sighed, shushing you with his hands caressing down your back and his chin resting on the crown of your head. you begged like this every night, but it never got any easier for him to say no. “i have to go.”

“when will you be back?”

“so soon you won’t even have time to miss me.”

“but i already miss you.”

“ya, you’ll be fine.” beomgyu tutted, pressing a heartbreakingly gentle kiss to your forehead. his smile is infectious, even with your sour mood.

“one last kiss? please?” you pout, your fingers tangled in the hairs at the base of his neck. beomgyu’s eyes crinkle into sweet, shimmery half-moon cresents.

“of course.”

as a surprise, a sudden declaration of love and mischief.

you could never let your guard down around him— in a good way, of course.

you sat on the couch engrossed in your phone, mind consumed with endless scrolling; beomgyu had been caught up playing a video game on his console, headphones on and controller in hand as he cursed at the monitor, and you were simply trying to pass the time he came back to the land of the living. but then it was you who was the one disconnected from the real world, as you hadn’t even noticed that beomgyu had placed his controller down and had gotten up out of his seat.

there’s nothing your boyfriend hates more than being ignored, despite how much he loved to ignore you in favor for his games— you gasp when a hand comes around the back of the couch to snatch your phone out of your hands, and you turn your head sharply to admonish your attacker… just for beomgyu to land an obnoxious wet kiss to your lips, giggling and grinning like a cat that had gotten the cream.

“beomgyu!” you whined petulantly as your boyfriend continued to smatter kisses across your cheeks. “i was watching something!”

“don’t care.” beomgyu snickered, tossing your phone to the side. “i’m done with my game; pay attention to me!”

against your forehead when you fall asleep, a wish goodnight as he takes in your beauty.

you had gotten into the habit of pretending to be asleep when you weren’t, just so you could experience these moments. cuddled up tight in beomgyu’s warm embrace, your head cradled against his chest, his chest rising and falling in tandem with his heartbeat.

beomgyu’s hands smooth down your arms and back, grounding you and lulling you into the sweetest sense of calm; you’ve never felt safer than right there in his arms.

finally beomgyu does it, something he does every night when he’s certain you’ve nodded off; slowly and carefully he presses his lips to your forehead in a chaste kiss, rests there as you try your hardest not to smile. “goodnight baby,” he whispers, barely audible, his breath hot against your skin. “i love you.”

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The Static She Loves

PAIRING: ALASTOR X F!READER

SUMMARY: Y/N and Alastor navigate a tumultuous relationship marked by Alastor’s inner demons and his fear of vulnerability. After an intense argument and a moment of emotional and physical connection, Y/N’s unwavering love forces Alastor to confront his self-loathing and open up to her support. Despite the chaos surrounding them, their bond grows stronger as they choose to face their fears and flaws together.

WARNINGS: MAJOR ANGST TO FLUFF/SMUT, Straight up explicit content, Emotional theme, Alastor, Already in a relationship, Arguments, Violence, Toxic Relationship Dynamics (not entirely though), Self doubt, Strong language, Slight mental health triggers, Hell, A LITTLEEEE BITTT ooc Alastor…ur mom idk bye OH fic is 4.3k words

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The door to Alastor’s shared room creaked open, and Y/N stepped tentatively inside, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space. The room was a reflection of its inhabitant: chaotic yet strangely charming, with a certain charm that could only be attributed to Alastor's peculiar sense of order. The flickering lights of the Hazbin Hotel cast an eerie glow across the cluttered shelves and the large, inviting bed in the center of the room. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knew was to come.

Alastor and Y/N, earlier, had gotten into an argument about how Alastor had been recklessly pushing Y/N away due to his “personal affairs” out in hell and whatnot. He had not been letting Y/N into his…heart, trully.

Alastor looked up from his seat near the bayou, his expression a maelstrom of emotions. She could see the turmoil in his eyes, the war between his fears and the love he felt for her. He was a creature of darkness, and yet she saw the flicker of hope that she brought to him, the light that made him question his very nature.

The silence stretched taut between them, the air thick with the scent of rain and the electric charge of their emotions. Y/N watched as Alastor struggled with the tumult within him, his eyes flickering with the same chaotic energy that danced around the room.

Finally, he spoke, his voice raw with vulnerability. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Y/N. If I let you in, you might not like what you see. I’ve done terrible things—things that could never be undone.”

Y/N’s eyes searched his, her resolve unshaken. “Alastor, I know you’re not perfect. Neither am I. But that’s what makes us who we are, and I still choose to love you. I want to be there for you, to help you carry the weight of your past. We all have our demons. I just want to be your angel in this messed-up situation of ours.”

Alastor’s expression softened at her words, the static in his eyes fading slightly. “You’re too good for me,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the power that surged within him.

“Maybe I am, but that’s not for you to decide,” she said, leaning into his touch. “I choose to love you, flaws and all. Now, tell me what’s been going on with you. I can handle it, I promise.”

Alastor took a deep breath, his eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he found was the warmth of her love, unyielding and unconditional. He sighed, the weight of his secrets heavy on his chest. “You know I’ve been dealing with my past in the mortal world. But what you don’t know is that I’ve also been dealing with the repercussions here, in Hell.”

The words hung in the air, thick and heavy like the humidity outside the Hotel. Y/N felt her heart clench with a mix of worry and curiosity. “What do you mean?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of The crickets in the Bayou.

Alastor's grip on her cheek tightened for a moment before he let go, his hand dropping to his side. He took a step back, pacing the room, his tail flicking restlessly behind him. "The sins of my past, the ones I've been trying to atone for... They're not just haunting me, they're becoming a part of my present. Someone's been stirring up trouble, bringing up things I've long buried." He looked at her sternly, “You will, however, not get into my business.”

Y/N's eyes searched his, seeing the turmoil bubbling just beneath the surface. "But Alastor, I care about you. I want to help," she pleaded, her voice soft and steady. "We're in this together."

He stopped pacing, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. "You don't understand," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "The things I've done, the lives I've ruined... It's not just about facing the consequences. It's about not letting you get caught up in it all."

Y/N stepped closer to him, reaching out to grasp his hand. "I do understand," she said firmly. "And I'm not going anywhere. We can face this together."

Alastor's expression remained torn, his eyes flickering between doubt and hope. "What if I'm too much for you?" he whispered, the static in his voice crackling with fear.

"I'll always be here, no matter what," Y/N assured him, her grip on his hand tightening. "I love you, and I want to help you through this."

Alastor closed his eyes, the warmth of her touch seeping into his very soul. He knew she meant every word, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. For so long, he had been alone, wielding his power with a reckless abandon that had left a trail of destruction in his wake. The thought of losing her, of her seeing the true monster within him, was almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he stepped back, his hand sliding from hers. "No," he said, his voice shaking with the effort of holding back his emotions. "You can't handle it, Y/N. I can't let you be part of this."

The words hit her like a slap, and she felt her eyes well with tears. "Alastor, please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I want to help you."

But the radio demon just shook his head, his eyes filled with a pain that was palpable. "You don't know what you're asking," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "I've hurt people before, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you too."

The air grew thick with tension as Y/N took a step back, her hand falling to her side. "Then tell me," she demanded, her voice shaking. "Let me in, Alastor. I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, the shadows in the room seeming to pulse with his growing anger. "You don't know what you're talking about," he spat, the static around him growing louder. "You're just a foolish little angel, playing with fire."

Y/N's eyes flashed, her determination unyielding. "I'm not just playing, Alastor! I love you, and I want to be with you, through everything!" she yelled back, her voice echoing off the walls.

"You don't know what you're saying!" Alastor's voice grew louder, his fists clenching at his sides. "You think you can just waltz in here and save me? I'm beyond saving!" The static in the room grew to a deafening roar, the shadows around him dancing with malevolent intent.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she shouted back, "I know what I'm saying! And I know that you're worth fighting for, even if you can't see it!"

Alastor's form grew more tense, his shadows swirling in agitation. "You think you can just fix me, don't you? Make all the bad things go away?" His voice was laced with anger and a hint of desperation, the static in his eyes crackling like a live wire, “You don’t get it, Y/N! I’m not some broken toy you can mend with a band-aid and a kiss!”

Y/N’s eyes were filled with a fiery determination. "I'm not trying to fix you, Alastor! I just want to be here for you!" she shouted, taking another step closer. "You're not a monster to me!"

The room trembled with the intensity of their argument, the very fabric of hell seeming to pulse with the emotions that surged between them. Alastor's eyes grew wide with fear, his shadows swelling in size. "Back away," he roared, his voice thundering like a beast's growl.

Y/N didn't flinch. "No, Alastor! You're not going to push me away again!" she screamed, her voice strong despite the tremble in her chest. She stepped closer, her eyes blazing with a fierce love that was met with his own fiery anger.

The shadows grew, stretching from the corners of the room to wrap around them, the air charged with the static of his power. "You don't get it!" he bellowed, his eyes flashing with a mix of pain and anger. "You're too good for this, for me!"

Without warning, a jolt of energy shot from Alastor's hand, slamming into the wall behind Y/N. The impact sent a shower of plaster raining down, and she stumbled, a cry escaping her lips as she was thrown backward. She felt a searing pain as one of the shadows lashed out, catching her arm and leaving a smoldering trail of agony in its wake.

Alastor's eyes widened in horror as he saw what he had done. The static in the room grew deafening, his power spiraling out of control as he rushed to her side. "Y/N!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear and guilt.

Y/N lay on the bed, her arm seared by the shadow's touch, her body trembling with shock. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror, and he could see the doubt in her gaze. He had hurt her, and it was the last thing he ever wanted. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the static.

Gently, Alastor cradled her in his arms, his own form quaking with the effort of holding back the power that threatened to consume him. He tried to soothe her, stroking her hair and whispering apologies, his touch as tender as a feather. He knew he had to leave, to protect her from the monster that lived within him, but the thought of letting her go was unbearable.

The truth was, though, her unspoken truth, was that she understood why he freaked out.

She could never get mad at him…yet there he is…thinking she hates him for than the cause of her death. He was wrong, she wasn't mad. She was terrified. Terrified that he would push her away again. Terrified that she had lost him forever. Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of the love she knew was there, but all she saw was fear and doubt.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Alastor, please don't go."

He hesitated, his grip tightening around her, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. He knew he had to give her space, to let her heal from the pain he had caused. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I'll just make it worse if I stay."

Gently, he placed her on the bed, the mattress groaning beneath their combined weight. She watched him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, as he took a step back. Each inch that grew between them felt like a mile, a chasm of doubt and fear threatening to swallow them whole. He reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze before letting go. "I'll be back," he promised, though the words sounded hollow even to his own ears.

Then and there, he left for his office.

(σ´∀`)σ . . .

The Evening After . . .

Y/N stood in the hallway, the walls seemingly closing in around her. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions raging within her. She had never felt so alone, so unsure. But she knew she had to face Alastor, had to bridge the chasm that had opened up between them. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door to his office.

The wood was cool to the touch, a stark reminder of the coldness that had settled between them. She listened, her heart pounding in her chest, and after a moment, she heard a faint click. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room beyond. Alastor's shadow loomed large, a silent sentinel that stepped aside to allow her entry. She swallowed hard and stepped into the lion's den, her eyes immediately seeking out the radio demon who had become so much more than just a roommate to her.

He was sitting at his desk, his back to her, the glow of a single candle casting deep shadows across his broad shoulders. The sight of him, so strong yet so tormented, filled her with a fierce determination to show him that she was not afraid, that she was not going anywhere. "Alastor," she said softly, her voice barely carrying across the space.

He tensed, the muscles in his back rippling like the surface of a lake disturbed by a thrown stone. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone gruff, his voice heavy with the weight of the guilt that had been consuming him since their argument.

Y/N closed the door behind her, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes never leaving his silhouette. "I just want to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "About what happened last night."

Alastor's shoulders slumped, but he didn't turn around. "There's nothing to talk about," he replied, his voice tight. "I hurt you, and I'm sorry. But that's just who I am."

Y/N felt a surge of frustration mixed with love for this stubborn, complex man. She walked up to him and placed her hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "Alastor, that's not all you are," she said firmly. "You're also the one who has shown me kindness in this hellish place, who has made me feel seen and heard, and who has made me feel alive again."

He flinched at her touch, and she knew she had hit a nerve. For a moment, she feared she had pushed too hard. But then, slowly, he turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of anger or judgment. All he found was love and determination. "How can you still care for me after what I did?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing as she met his gaze. "Because love isn't about ignoring the bad, Alastor. It's about seeing the good and choosing to stand by someone's side, no matter what," she replied, her voice steady and strong. "You're not a monster to me. You're the one who's been there for me when no one else was."

Alastor's eyes searched hers, his expression a tumultuous storm of emotions. "But what if I can't control it?" he whispered, his fear palpable. "What if I hurt you again?"

Y/N stepped closer, her hand sliding down his arm to grasp his hand. "You won't," she said with absolute certainty. "Because you don't want to. And I trust you."

The words seemed to resonate within him, his eyes flickering with a mix of disbelief and something that looked suspiciously like hope. He didn't pull away from her touch, but instead, his grip tightened. "You shouldn't," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I'm... I'm not going to push you away anymore."

“Thank you…Alastor.” Y/N’s voice was soft, but firm. She knew he was struggling, but she also knew that she wasn’t going anywhere. She saw the war playing out on his face, the battle between his fear and his love. For a long moment, they just stood there, hands entwined, the air between them crackling with tension.

Alastor signaled for a touch of there foreheads, the static in the air fading slightly as he took a deep, shaky breath. "I just don't want to lose you," he confessed, his voice a ragged whisper. "You're the only thing that's ever made me feel...less monstrous."

And then their lips crashed together, a fierce, desperate kiss that spoke of love, of longing, of fear and regret. The room seemed to fade away around them, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the rapid beating of their hearts. Y/N's hand slid up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw as she deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a silent promise to never leave.

Alastor picked Y/N up, causing her to yell as he strides over to the couch in the studio, laying her down gently. His eyes never leave hers, his expression one of fierce determination. He knew that he couldn’t push her away anymore, that she deserved to be loved and cherished, no matter his fears.

Their kiss grew more frantic as the tension of the past few days melted away. Y/N could feel the love in every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his hand. She moaned into his mouth, her hips arching up to meet his, desperate for more. Alastor's hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake, as if he was trying to brand her as his own.

!!SMUTTTTTT ALERT!!

Alastor's grip on her tightened as his kiss grew more insistent, his tongue seeking hers with a passion that left Y/N breathless. She melted into his embrace, her body responding to the heat that radiated from him. His hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, and she gasped as he cupped her thigh, his fingers pressing gently. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the power that thrummed beneath the surface, and it only served to excite her more.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their breaths mingling as they devoured one another. Y/N reached up to tug at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and pulled back just enough to allow her to lift it over his head. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, her skin flushed and her chest heaving with desire.

With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her own shirt, letting it fall away to expose her bare chest. Alastor’s gaze roamed over her, his pupils dilating with hunger. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. A thrill ran through her, and she arched into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts gently before his thumbs began to tease her nipples into tight peaks.

“Alastor,” she moaned, the sound of his name a benediction on her lips. He responded with a low growl, his mouth moving to capture one of her nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh. Y/N’s back arched, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo building within her that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.

He kissed a path down her stomach, his hands deftly unbuttoning her pants. She could feel the heat of his breath as he pulled them down, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes drinking her in. She watched as he took in the sight of her, his eyes smoldering with desire.

Her legs quivered as he knelt before her, placing gentle kisses along her inner thighs. His warm breath brushed against her dampness, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. He looked up, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I want to hear you, Y/N. Don’t hold back, not with me.”

With that, he pressed his mouth to her, his tongue delving into her warmth. The sensation was exquisite, his touch a masterful blend of rough and tender. She gasped, her hands threading through his hair as she lost herself in the feeling. His tongue danced against her clit, stroking it with a precision that had her hips bucking against his mouth. The pleasure was almost unbearable, her body straining towards the peak she knew was just out of reach.

Alastor’s eyes remained locked with hers, the connection between them as potent as the physical sensations overwhelming her. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the need to claim and possess her, and it only served to drive her desire higher. His fingers slid into her, filling her as he continued to lick and suck, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The tension grew, coiling tightly within her until she couldn’t hold back any longer. A cry of pleasure tore from her throat, her body convulsing as the orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Alastor held her through it, his tongue slowing but never leaving her, savoring every tremor of her release. When she finally collapsed back onto the couch, panting and trembling, he kissed his way back up her body, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Alastor, please,” she gasped, her voice a desperate whisper. “I need more of you. All of you.”

With a predatory smile, he stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he stripped away the last of his clothing. His cock, thick and heavy, stood proudly before her, and she couldn’t help but stare. The anticipation was exquisite, her body already aching for him.

“You’re so eager, my love,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. He stepped closer, his hand reaching down to stroke her cheek before his fingers trailed down her neck and over her collarbone.

Y/N reached out to touch him, her hand wrapping around his length. He was hot and hard in her grip, his skin like velvet over steel. Alastor hissed at the contact, his eyes flashing with pleasure. She stroked him, exploring the contours of his cock as she had never been able to before. He watched her, his chest heaving, his pupils wide with desire.

“Take me, Alastor,” she whispered, her voice needy and raw.

The air around them crackled with energy as Alastor claimed her again, his kisses demanding and rough. His cock, thick and insistent, nudged against her folds, seeking entrance. She opened her legs wider, inviting him in, and he took the offering without hesitation. With one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely.

Y/N gasped, her nails digging into the couch cushions as he began to move, his hips pistoning into her with a relentless rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the slap of skin, the guttural groans of pleasure, the soft whimpers that escaped her throat with every stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious agony that had her eyes rolling back in her head.

Alastor’s hand slid to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his ravenous mouth. He kissed and bit her neck, his fangs grazing her sensitive skin, and she moaned, the thrill of danger only heightening her pleasure. The pressure within her grew, a delicious ache that demanded release, and she could feel the knot at the base of his cock swelling with every thrust.

He slammed into her, the force of his movements making the couch groan beneath them. The pain was exquisite, a fine line between agony and ecstasy that she danced upon. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t care. All she knew was the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of their shared desire filling the air.

Y/N’s nails raked down his back, her body arching as he hit her g-spot with every thrust. She could feel the knot growing larger, stretching her, and she knew what was coming. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, making her pussy clench around him.

“Alastor, I’m going to come again!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. He responded with a deep, guttural growl, his pace quickening. The knot grew larger, filling her completely, and she could feel the pressure of his climax building.

The world around them faded away, their focus solely on the primal dance of their bodies. The room was a blur of shadows and light, the only constant the heat of their passion. He slammed into her, his knot swelling with the promise of release, and she could feel her own orgasm building once more.

“Alastor, oh god, I can’t—” she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as the pressure grew.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he growled, his voice a command that sent shockwaves through her core. She obeyed, her body tightening around him as she climaxed again, the intensity of the orgasm leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

Alastor felt her pussy clench around his knot, and with a roar of release, he came too, his warm seed filling her. The knot grew even larger, locking them together in the throes of passion. He stilled, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her, the connection between them stronger than ever.

As they rode the waves of their shared climax, their hearts pounded in sync, the room spinning around them. The knot felt like it was branding her, marking her as his own, and she reveled in the possessiveness of the act. When the intensity of the moment began to ebb, Alastor leaned down to kiss her, his movements slow and tender.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs still locked around his waist. “Always yours,” she breathed back, the words a declaration of love and acceptance that resonated deep within his soul.

As their breathing slowed, the knot inside her began to shrink, the intensity of the moment gradually fading. Alastor’s eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerability she had never heard before.

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MASTERLIST

[thepeonysbackup]

Cheek to Cheek

Summary: After a rough day, Alastor decides to take your happiness into his own hands, or moves to be precise!

Warnings: Fluff!! WIP!!!

Request: Yes/No

Songfic!!!: ♬♬♬

At this point, you were boring a line into the floor from how much your heels clicked against the tile flooring, only going quiet every few seconds you walked over your fuzzy white and purple rug. "She had the audacity to point that smug ass angelic weapon into my face while she was at it. Claiming I want to make trouble when all I've done for the hotel is support her girlfriend with everything I have?! Doesn't she realize that if I wasn't trying I would be out hopping rooftops, shoplifting, and running these streets lawless like how I was seven months ago?!" The soft hum from Alastor spurred you on to continue as you turned around again, this time stopping because you felt done, chest rising and falling while you stood relaxed. "Sounds to me like you were rather dreadful." That caught you off guard, "What..?"

The sudden flick of the radio dial, the click so loud it made you jump as the music started to play. Alastor's shadow smiled mischievously from the ceiling for its choice, as he stood he walked over to you with his eyes closed and smile ever present before he took hold of one of your hands and pulled you near.

'Heaven.. I'm in heaven... And my heart beats so– that I can hardly speak..

And I've seem to find the happiness I seek.. When we're out together, dancin' cheek to cheek.'

To your surprise, the steps were slow, merely the both of you slowly turning to the music and swaying with one another to the beat. His hand gently held yours, eyes now opened to stare intently down at you as he spoke, "My Dear, if I had ever met you while you were behaving in such a manner I promise you we would not have gotten off on the proper foot." His smile turned soft as he spun you and pulled you back into him, your back to his chest while he held your waist merely for a moment but long enough for his touch to be burned into your mind.

'I'm in Heaven, and the cares I had through the week, seems to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak.. When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

Oh I'd love to climb to mountains, reach the highest peak. But it doesnt thrill me half as much as dancin' cheek to cheek.

Oh I'd love to go out fishing, in a river or a creek, but I enjoy it half as much as dancin cheek to cheek.'

"Now Darlin' dance with me~ I want my arms around you, these chaaarms about you will carry me throoough, is heaven!~" He sang out, making you laugh a tad as he truly put in effort as he spun you out again, posing dramatically on one knee while pointing towards you. He wanted you to continue the second part, which since it was only the two of you, you obliged to. "Take it away doll, sing it!"

"Heavenn, I'm in heaven!~ And my heart beats so, that I can hardly speak~~

       And I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together dancing Cheek to cheek!!~"

He laughed along with you when you finished, gently pinching your cheek while leaning back down to your level as he did. "See that's the one right there," He mused with enthusiasm, quickly capturing your lips for a mere moment before pulling back with a wide grin on his face at you own genuine smile of disbelief, "That little one right there most definitely is my favorite, please wear it more often dear. A dance will always bring out a smile, never hesitate to seek me out if ever you are in need of one again, my darlin'. Til we meet again." And with that he was gone in the flash of his shadow, slithering away under your doorway.

   What just happened?

[killusmoke]

◜ ͡ ◝ৎ ͜ ◞ ۫ ♪ slow dancing in the dark

⟡ dancing with cloud in a random empty field in the dark

cw : x fem!reader with she/her pronouns, tooth-rottening fluff (as always lol)

♬ - slow dancing in the dark (please listen to this while you read! I love this song <3)

The night was quiet, with only the soft hum of the wind brushing past the trees. Stars dotted the sky, twinkling like tiny diamonds above. The air was cool, but not too cold, just enough to make the moment feel crisp and alive, with the wind blowing gently on you. Cloud had led you out into the open field just beyond town, where the lights of the houses were mere specks in the distance.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness that surrounded you both.

Cloud turns to you, his usual stoic expression softened in the moonlight. His eyes, those deep, soulful blue eyes, catch yours, and for a moment, it feels like time has stopped. He steps closer, holding out a hand toward you, his expression a mix of tenderness and a hint of shyness.

“Dance with me?” His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the battles and chaos the two of you have been through. But right now, in this moment, there’s only him and you, and the night that surrounds you both.

You smile, your heart fluttering at the thought. “Of course.”

You take his hand, and he pulls you closer, wrapping one arm securely around your waist while your free hand finds its place on his chest. You sway together, slow and steady, with faded music playing in the distance assisted with the faint rustle of the wind through the grass. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the sensation of Cloud’s warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm.

His chin rests lightly on the top of your head as you both fall into a gentle rhythm. The wind picks up slightly, ruffling Cloud’s messy blonde hair, but you don’t mind. It feels like something out of a dream, the kind of moment you’d want to last forever.

“I never thought I’d be doing something like this,” Cloud murmurs, his voice vibrating softly against you. There’s a smile hidden in his tone.

You chuckle softly, leaning back to look up at him. “Really? I thought you’d be the dancing type,” you tease.

He lets out a soft laugh, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your waist. “Not really. But… for you, I’ll do anything.” His voice drops slightly as he pauses, his eyes catching the sparkle in yours. “I know how much you love dancing, and…” He hesitates for a moment, his gaze softening. “I wanted to do something special for you. Just for you.”

Your breath hitches at his words, and for a moment, you simply stare into each other’s eyes, the connection between you so strong it makes your chest ache. Slowly, Cloud leans down, his eyes soft but still locked on yours, silently asking for permission without saying a word.

You close the distance, and his lips meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s not rushed or hurried. It’s slow, full of unspoken emotions, as if he’s trying to tell you everything he feels in that one moment. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly as he deepens the kiss just slightly.

When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest together, breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“I could stay like this forever,” you whisper, your voice laced with contentment.

Cloud’s eyes soften, a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips. “Me too.”

And with the stars above and the wind wrapping around you both, you continue to sway, lost in the peacefulness of each other’s embrace.

a/n: i want to make my posts dark but idk how to change the post color itself 💔 it clashes with my profile aesthetic sm... anyway look at this cute pic of my husband ￬

[squoxle]

Your bio says I can request a fantasy if my own so here goes one…

“CAN EYE SUQ YAUR BO00OB?”

Ummm…I think I know what u want 😏 (this is a little different from my usual, but why not lol)

"𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈" ~ 𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒻 𝟣𝟪+

🎵pairing: SKZ Hyunjin!bf x Reader!gf | 🎵wc: 1.1k | 🎵summary: Your boyfriend Hyunjin is obsessed with playing with your tits. |🎵cw: 🔞MDNI!! Pure smut…but mostly just tit fondling and hardcore making out...♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

You joined Hyunjin at the dance studio to watch him practice. A lot of times Hyunjin just wanted to dance for fun, but he also really liked when you joined him. To be honest, you weren't as good of a dancer as he was, but you knew how to at least keep up with him.

"Damn..." Hyunjin swore under his breath as you entered the studio.

"What?" you asked as you watched Hyunjin run his fingers through his fluffy hair.

"I kinda wish we would've stopped for coffee," he said sucking his teeth.

"I can go get some for you if you want it that badly," his eyes shot up at your comment.

"Really?!"

"Sure," you giggled.

"Here's my card," he said before pulling out his wallet. "Just go to the coffee shop in the lobby. You can get yourself something too," he smiled.

"Alright, I'll be right back," you waved before leaving your boyfriend behind in the studio.

You ordered Hyunjin an iced americano and got yourself an iced peach tea. You heard music playing as you made your way back to the studio. You walked in and sat against the mirror, next to the Bluetooth speakers connected to Hyunjin's phone.

"Oooh," Hyunjin smiled bouncing over to grab his drink. "Thank you~" he said cutely before kissing you on the cheek, making you giggle.

“What’d you get,” he said plopping down next to you.

“I couldn’t decide between a matcha latte and a strawberry frappe so I just got peach tea,” you said before sipping your drink.

“How do you come from a frappe and a latte to peach tea,” Hyunjin chuckled.

“You already know I’m indecisive,” you smiled nudging his shoulder.

“Hmm yeah. Well, I think I’m ready to dance again,” Hyunjin said before jumping to his feet and extending a hand towards you.

“Umm…what do you think you’re doing,” you raised a brow.

“Indirectly asking my lovely girlfriend to dance with me,” he smiled harshly showing nearly every tooth in his mouth.

You sighed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

☆Now Playing: Company - Justin Bieber ☆

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link to the dance you did>>obviously the first duo

Hyunjin played Company from his phone, a choreography that you two had practiced a few times, but never done it completely right.

You watched yourself in the mirror as you copied Hyunjin’s moves. You danced closer to the mirror for the first few movements before stepping back to dance right next to him. There was a part where you stood in front of Hyunjin while he was down on one knee. The next move was for him to grab your hand and ease his way up your body, but he took a moment to pause at your boobs. He shook his face between your tits before rising to his feet.

You gave him a dirty look as you followed through to the next step of wrapping your leg around him for a spin. Instead of just grabbing the back of your leg, you could feel his hands caress your ass before sliding down to the normal position.

You could feel the sexual tension rising as you saw the smirk on his face. You smiled and shook your head as you continued the dance. The next few step were separate from each other, but when it was time for him to dance behind you, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your boobs in his hands.

“Ahhh! Hyunjin! Focus,” you laughed.

You could hear his little snickers from behind as he followed you to the floor for the next step. Hyunjin decided to “improvise” by grinding himself against you before pushing himself off of you. You smirked as you did the next move, pushing yourself back on the floor as he walked closer to you, before rising to your feet.

He placed his fingers on your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. It was quick as he went into the next move, dancing with you in his arms.

At this point you could tell that Hyunjin had given up on the dance and was now just concerned with getting his lips on your body.

He held your face in his hands as he met your lips. “Touch me like this,” you said as you gently pulled away moving his hands from your face to your ass. You watched the lustful smirk appear on Hyunjin’s face as he grabbed your ass in one hand and wrapped your waist in the other. He fell into your neck, kissing everything from your lips to your jaw to your neck.

The song played continuously in the background as Hyunjin turned your body around, putting your ass against him. Now, you were facing the mirror. You watched as he wrapped one hand around your throat and the other traveled from between your legs to his favorite spot, your tits.

He massaged your boob in his hands as he fell into your lips, inserting his tongue as you grinded your ass against him. You felt as he started to slowly move his hips forward with your movements.

You were enjoying this so much you accidentally moaned in his mouth. He stopped to look at you before walking you over to the bench where you straddled him, feeling his hard-on against your folds. He pulled up your shirt, revealing your tits that he eagerly bit into while gripping your ass.

You knew it was about to get dirty quick so you pulled your shirt completely off, exposing your bra. Hyunjin smiled and reached his hands around your back to unhook your bra. The straps hung lazily around your shoulders as Hyunjin enjoyed your nude breasts.

*Click*

The sound of the door opening nearly made you turn around in shock, but Hyunjin stopped you, by pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Woah! What’s going on in here?” Felix said as he entered the room. “I thought you said you were practicing the dance today,” he continued.

“Hehe…I was…but umm…could you give us a second,” Hyunjin nervously stumbled over his words.

“Sure, mate. Just so you know the others are coming up here too,” Felix chuckled before opening the door. “Don’t worry I’ll let you know when the get close,” he whispered before stepping out.

Both of you let out a relieved sigh.

“That was really close,” you said as you fastened your bra.

“Yeah, and we were just getting started,” Hyunjin added as he reached down to pick up your shirt.

He helped by pulling it over your head as you wiggled your arms through. Hyunjin reached around to pull your hair out.

“Oh hey guys! What took you so long?” You heard Felix shout coupled with other chatter.

“We’ll finish this when we get back home,” Hyunjin said as he kissed your cheek before running to open the door.

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[musaslullaby]

Deadpool dance

Lando, Charles e Carlos were dancing the Deadpool dance with you.

Only fluff

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Lando Norris

Lando Norris laughed out loud while watching a video on TikTok.

"Why are you laughing?" you asked, curious, as you sat down next to him. Lando wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he showed you the viral Deadpool dance video.

"I can't believe you've never seen this," he said, looking at you with a smile.

Soon enough, your TikTok feed was filled with this dance, and you, now convinced, wanted to join the trend with Lando.

"Babe, come here!" you shouted as you gently placed the phone on the shelf where Lando displayed all his wonderful helmets. Within seconds, he was by your side, looking curiously at the phone screen.

"Tell me, love," he said before you enthusiastically pulled him in front of the camera.

"Let's do the Deadpool dance," you said with a smile. Lando ran a hand through his hair. "I knew I shouldn't have shown you that."

Lando took relatively little time to learn the dance.

"Ready?" you asked, stealing Lando's cap and putting it on your head.

"Whenever you are, baby," he replied with a grin.

The music started, and the two of you began to move in sync. Lando, with his agility as a driver, executed the steps with precision, while you, with your contagious enthusiasm, added a touch of energy. Every move was perfect, mirroring the famous Deadpool dance choreography.

As you danced, Lando couldn't help but laugh. It was a new and fun experience, far from the world of racing. And you, with your enthusiasm, made it even more special. The climax of the dance came, and you looked into each other's eyes, executing the most challenging step flawlessly with a complicit smile.

The video ended with a final pose, both of you with bright smiles on your faces. You moved closer to Lando for a high-five, which turned into a spontaneous hug.

"We absolutely have to do this again," Lando said, still laughing.

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Carlos Sainz

Since you had dragged Carlos to the cinema to watch the latest Deadpool movie with you, you couldn't stop thinking about that song and the dance. You sang it in the shower, while cooking, or even before going to bed. Carlos loved seeing you happy and wouldn't have stopped you from singing it, even though he now knew it by heart, even better than "Smooth Operator."

It was a sunny and peaceful day, and the two of you were cuddling in your comfy bed. Suddenly, an idea flashed through your mind, and you dragged him to the kitchen counter. He looked at you confused until you opened TikTok and played the song "Bye Bye Bye."

"Would you do it with me, please?" you asked, giving him puppy eyes that Carlos couldn't resist.

Carlos smiled, already knowing what was about to happen. "Cariño, how can I say no?" he replied with a complicit smile.

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Charles Leclerc

Since you had seen a video on TikTok of a couple dancing "Bye Bye Bye" in matching outfits, you had decided that you had to do it with your boyfriend. It was too cute to ignore.

A few days later, your boyfriend came up to your apartment with a package in hand.

"Mon ange, what's this?" Charles asked curiously, placing the light box on your lap. Enthusiastically, you opened it, showing him the Deadpool costumes you had bought.

"I don't think I'm understanding," the boy said with a confused look, but you just smiled and took him to the bedroom to change.

As you were adjusting your costume, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your back against a muscular chest.

"What are you doing, Charles?" you asked with a grin on your face.

"I'm just admiring my beautiful girlfriend," he replied, leaving a light kiss on your neck.

"Come on, we don't have time to lose," you said, your cheeks flushed from the compliment.

Teaching Charles the dance properly took a lot of time, but it was fun and full of laughter, especially when he almost fell. Every attempt to perform the choreography was a mix of clumsy steps and contagious laughter. Every mistake, every stumble became an opportunity to laugh even more.

Finally, after several attempts, you were ready. As you set up the phone to record, Charles looked at you with a loving smile.

[zylophie]

🍡 . 鳥居 — your secret admirer ft k.kazuha & xiao

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : Love is like the breeze itself, you can't see it but the heart know it and its gentle whisper tell a different tale...

✿ — ♯ GENRE : fluff, gn reader

✿ — ↠ NOTE : pyon-yahoo, zee! I know we never really get to talk at all before this but I'm happy to be your secret admirer for this event so I really hope that I live up to your expectations for your favorite characters!

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ♭ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ... : @mccnstruck

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : the art of you featuring kaedehara kazuha and xiao...

🍡 . 鳥居 — kaedehara kazuha

∞ You were an artist originally from sumeru who travel to different nations, looking for some inspirations to complete your travel illustrations journal in hope of sharing your experience with those who can't afford travelling fees.

∞ You weren't really interested in becoming a scholar but instead your passion lies in the world of arts so the moment you were able to become independent, you immediately went off to Liyue which was just so happened to be next to where Sumeru is.

∞ Ever since you were a child, you heard stories of other nations and their cultures so you were really interested in learning more about them and recording it all in your journal.

∞ But when you decide to set foot in an unknown territory, you honestly didn't expect to find love for the first time ...

The bustling city of Liyue was filled with vibrant colours and historical buildings as the laughter and chattering of its residents crowded the streets.

You could see all the buildings and the small stalls are decorated with paper lanterns, and their designs vary from dragons, maple leaves and many more. Your eyes caught the sight of various beautiful flowers decorated some of the residents' hair.

I have never seen those flowers before...I wonder if they are this nation's flowers?

You hummed softly, taking notes of recording it later in your journal once you get to your room but for now, that sweet, sweet tempting aroma of the foods from the stalls is leading you astray...

"(name), no...you have a job to do, you are not here to sightsee-" You paused mid sentence when one of the stall owners brought out the foods, deliciously fresh and hot. It looks so appetizing.

Okay, maybe one bite won't hurt...

.

.

.

"Mmm~ it's so good!!"

Your cheeks flushed in delight, taking another bite of the grilled tiger fish under the big tree as you quietly watched children and adults walking around the streets, enjoying the festival as much as possible.

After having a chat with the store owner about the cultures and their history, he was nice enough to give you some of his grilled tiger fish for free, probably because of the warm and lively atmosphere.

Whatever the reason is...but free food!

As you were enjoying the moment, you suddenly felt the gentle breeze on your face. There was a very light, almost quiet rustling of leaves but soon, the breeze suddenly picked up and you could hear a strong whistling sound of the wind.

"Ah, not my hat?!" You cried, eyes widened in surprise as you immediately stood up and set off to catch it. The (colour) hat flew gently with the wind as its dance to the song of the wind.

But to you, it's just seems like it was mocking you-

"Please, please, please don't go over the bridge...!"

Just as you fear. It went over the bridge and your face almost dropped.

...if it wasn't for a young man swiftly catching it and for a moment, time seems to hold still as the young man floats in mid air slowly landing on the ground as if he was dancing with the wind itself.

It was breathtaking.

"I think I just witnessed something magical..." You pinched your cheeks and soon enough, it stings like heck!

IT'S NOT A DREAM?

The young man turned to you with a kind smile, handing out your hat "I believe this one is yours?"

Oh god. His voice.

"A-Ah, yes! Thank you for getting it for me" You couldn't help but cringe at yourself when your voice just cracked, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"Excuse me for a moment please" The young man suddenly came closer to you and reached out to your head.

You flinched when the feels of his fingertips gently brushed against your hair before pulling something out and presenting it to you.

"There was a maple leaf stuck in your hair" He let out a chuckle when your eyes widened and stared at him in shock.

"I-uh wha...?"

Oh gosh, is that why some of the passers-by were giggling at?!

"You seem surprised so it wasn't for decoration?"

"Y-Yeah... actually it's my first time here so I'm not very familiar with its culture yet..."

You shyly avoid making eye contact with him, heart thumping loudly and body temperature slowly raising. You could have sworn that the kind stranger would hear it.

"Would you like to take a stroll with me?" He asked in a kind tone, his gaze softened as some of his locks brushed against his face due to the wind picking itself up again "I could tell you anything of what I know about Liyue Harbor if you would like?"

"Are you sure? I would love to!" You happily accepted his offer, totally not just because you want to get to know him more... it's for your work definitely!

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself..." You cut yourself off before awkwardly scratching your cheek "I am (last name) (name)...it's nice to meet you"

"I am Kaedehara Kazuha, I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance"

...and that was the start of your journey with the young samurai.

🍡 . 鳥居 — xiao

㊊ Ever since you were a child, you heard many stories of other nations from your parents' experience as adventurers before settling down in Sumeru and it's because of them, you've become more curious of the world outside of your homeland.

㊊ Especially the tales of the Rex Lapis and the Adeptus who fought alongside him during the war, you were most curious about the remaining sole survivor of the yakshas.

㊊ You were raised in a loving household so you couldn't imagine how that person felt after losing their family so tragically like that... you want to learn more about their history and how their efforts become one of the many reasons why Liyue Harbor is still standing to this day.

㊊ So once you were older enough to join the adventure guild, you immediately set off to Liyue Harbor for a mission to collect specific herbs that you can only find in the mountains of Liyue where danger lurk in the dark...

The solitary mountains loomed in the distance, the land of geo dwarfing the endless sea of greenery and yellow trees that surrounded the mountaintops.

At dusk, the mountains were silhouettes, shrouded in the dark hues of the night sky but as the sun began to rest, the stars painted the dark sky with their brilliant lights and soon, the moon rose higher as if it was guiding its little ones to shine brightly upon the world.

It was truly a sight to behold.

"This scenery might be good for a painting..." You couldn't keep the big grin off your face as you quickly make your way towards your next destination, hoping to find a safe place to camp for the night.

But something caught your eyes as you were walking up the path between the mountains, it was a small purple flower with strong vitality, its downward-blooming buds really remind you of something...

Wait.

You quickly went to grab your notebook, patting around the inside of your pocket before pulling it out and flipped it open to a list of plants for the mission.

"Hmm... it fits the description" You hummed, taking notes of the flower characteristics before quickly making a sketch of it to go along with and once you were done, you put it away for further studies later on.

You adjusted your grip on your bag before walking up to where the flower is and begins to climb the cliff. You didn't look down, carefully makes your way up the mountain and soon enough, you were close enough to grab the plant "Alright that one down-"

"Ya!"

You snapped your head towards the source of the noise only to see a bunch of Hilichurls and two of them were aiming their arrows right at where you were...

WHERE THE HECK DID THEY COME FROM?

You cursed under your breath at the disadvantageous situation you found yourself in, puzzled but you didn't get to think any further when a sharp and intense outburst, an agony of excruciating pain hits your left shoulder.

You gasped, gritting your teeths as your left hand loosen its grip out of shock and a highly unpleasant, intense physical sensation in the area where the arrow successfully pierced through the skin.

Its burns.

You were barely holding onto the cliff, your line of sight blurred as tears gathered at the corner of your eyes.

"Ika ya! Ika ya! Upano yaya ika!"

"Upa sada!!"

They were screaming at you in their own language, whatever it is...from you could tell from their noises that they were mad about something but why towards you...?

I didn't see any hilichurl camp nearby when I was making my way up here...

I could only remember encountering a few hilichurls because a few adventurers were cornered.

...Ah.

"Ika ya-!"

A violent gust of wind cut the creatures off and the sound of a spear piercing through as the screams of the hilichurls echoed throughout the earthly walls and the next moment.... it's dead silence.

You snapped your eyes open for the world, only to see a beautiful pair of strong golden eyes staring right back at you.

It was a young man with hair as dark as the night sky and teal undertones, he was clearly out of breath and was stiff as a wooden broad but he never took his eyes off you.

...there was something about him that made you feel uneasy, that look in his bewitching golden eyes...

As if he was looking at something... precious.

Why does he look so familiar though...?

"H-Have we met before?" You blurted out, completely mesmerized by this otherworldly beauty in front of you.

"..." He didn't respond, cautiously putting you down onto the ground and his lips trembling slightly, suppressing his emotions in check as he examined your face up close.

His hand cupped your face, his thumb wiping the blood off your cheek gently "...You should be more cautious of your surroundings next time"

His tone was harsh but it's like your heart knew that it wasn't intended to come out like that.

The young man had his back towards you and just as he was about to disappear along with the wind, you cried out "Wait...!"

He paused, slightly glancing over his shoulder to you but you could hardly see his face from where you were "...What is it?"

"I want to know... just who..." You looked up with pleasing eyes, struggling to breathe. You didn't understand why you were acting the way you are now but you knew that if you don't it now, you might regret it later on...

"Xiao"

You stared at him, surprised when he turned to look at you with a facial expression that raised even more questions; the looks of his eyes were soft...as if he was at peace from all of the burdens that shackled him to this world.

"As long as you're in Liyue, Call by my name and I'll be right there when you need me"

...and then he vanished to thin air, leaving you staring at the empty space…

[beomie3]

drive - choi yeonjun

pairing: best friend! yeonjun x reader

summary: life at home isn't the easiest, so one night you sneak out with your best friend yeonjun and he takes you on a late night drive.

content: best friends to lovers, late night drive & ocean vibe, fluff, some angst, mild cursing, tender embraces, sweetheart yeonjun <3

wc: 2.6k

♬ soundtrack:

otw - khalid

drive all night - joan

made in hollywood - lany

drive - glades

racetrack - carwash

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your eyes: puffy, swollen, and red. cheeks tight from layers of dried tears as you stare up at the glow-in-the-dark star-speckled ceiling of your bedroom.

you hear your parents yell at one another from your bed and a small stream of fresh tears pave their way along the dried ones of your cheeks, turning up the volume of your music to drown out the racket.

it's 11 pm and it's all pouring out of you now. tears, stifled cries. you lay alone; the only being to comfort you is your dog, who tries to get up from her place on the floor when she hears your heavy breathing and sniffles you so direly try to keep down.

you feel that you can't get any of these emotions out to your parents because they'll make a big deal out of it — make you feel that feelings like yours don't and shouldn't exist within you. as if they are ones to talk.

each night you listen to them bicker and argue; feelings of despair only welling up inside you over the years.

trapped within your own home and emotions, having to deal with all of them on your own; having no real outlet except for your tear-stained pillow, some tissues, and your own voice in your head conversing with itself, practically screaming it wants you to get out of the house. get away from it all.

you feel like your life is complete shit, wallowing away in the nagging pit of loneliness caused by never opening up to anyone.

well, maybe not anyone.

and just like you summoned him, your phone dings. you found yourself with a sliver of hope that it might be someone instead of just another dumb instagram notification.

the name yeonjun🦊 on your phone screen brings that sliver of hope to your night. texting or talking to your best friend would surely distract you from the shit show happening in the room over.

🦊: attatchment: 1 video

you clicked the message open, finding a video of your dark-blue-haired boy dancing to his current favorite song as it had come on the radio as he was at a red light; a smile immediately spreading across your face like a wildfire.

you watched him lip-sync the words to otw by khalid perfectly, nodding his head energetically along with the beat. some part of you wished you were there. right there next to him singing along.

you: wish i was there xx

you lay back on your bed, phone face down on your chest as you sighed. contemplating whether or not you should dump all of these pent up emotions onto yeonjun, like you sometimes did because you knew he was always there to listen. he was the only one that you trusted with your deepest, darkest secrets and emotions, anyway.

a small smile crept onto your face at the memory of him in the video; he always helped cheer you up. your phone vibrated on your chest so you picked it up again.

🦊: attatchment: 1 photo

a photo of... your house??? you nearly tripped over a pile of laundry as you jumped out of your bed at lightning speed, peeking out of your blinds to find yeonjun's black mercedes parked right outside. you profusely typed on your phone screen, smile burning on your cheeks, heart racing.

you: yeonjun my parents will kill me!!

🦊: they don't have to know...

and with that, you muffled a laugh with the back of your hand. you literally would do anything to get out of your house right now. it was like he could read your mind. thank you, junie. you mentally thanked him as you quickly tied your shoes, pulling a sweatshirt on and locking your door.

you giggled, realizing that the prior video of him lip-syncing the lyrics i’ll be on the way was meant to be taken literally.

you quietly pushed open your window, gingerly sliding your body out of the little space that it allowed. once you landed on your feet and tip-toed over to the black car where he awaited, a burst of adrenaline kicked in.

you finally felt free.

~

the fresh scent of his car, his glistening smile in the passing street lamps, the comfort of his presence next to you alongside the leather seat you nestled in; you couldn't wipe the smile off your face even if you tried.

"you seriously rescued me, jun," you hugged his arm as a greeting, quickly securing your seatbelt before he drove off into the quiet neighborhood.

"yeah? how's everything going tonight?" he flicked his eyes over to you, half a smile on his lips. yeonjun knew all about your situation at home with your parents; he's known you since your family was once happy and that was years ago.

"i think i heard plates shatter again," you sighed, rolling the window down to trail your fingers through the wind.

"jesus, y/n. i'm so sorry," you felt his eyes upon you as you watched distant neighborhoods out the window grow smaller. although your home life did indeed suck, right now, it all melted away. it felt good to escape from it all.

you looked over at a worried-looking yeonjun, giving his leg a gentle pat. "i'll be okay," you smiled, and he looked back at you briefly; eyes holding yours gently.

through all the years, he couldn't fathom how you handled all of this and still kept that bright smile on your face. how you even mustered up the courage to say it'll all be okay. he slightly smiled, nodding at your reassurance. he promised himself to be here for you. always.

"enough about me, where we headed?" you leaned back in your seat, legs propped up, getting comfortable in the cool leather. it's like the seat had molded to your body with how much you sat in it.

"that's for me to know and for you to find out," he grinned, keeping focus on the road, slightly wincing when you lightly punched him on the arm. his laughter filled the car like music to your ears.

"fine. but we need some music," you cranked up the car volume, rocking your head with the beat, hand out the window to feel the soft air against your skin. drive all night by joan seemed to fit the scene perfectly as it reverberated through the car.

"now this is what i'm talking about." you began to feel your body melt into the seat as your shoulders relaxed, your breathing slow and rhythmic. you already felt happier, calmer; how you always felt with yeonjun.

he turned the volume up a bit more when another of your favorite songs came on -- knowing you'd always blast this song in your earbuds. he drove you through the dark city with the windows down, music blasting as you sing along with it and absolutely jam.

you couldn't help but glance over at him as he drove and sang to the song with his entire soul. driving with one hand, dark blue hair parting over his eyes mysteriously as his beautiful smile beamed like the moon high in the sky.

"i think a late night drive calls for..."

"icecreammm!" you completed his sentence and he could almost feel your smile radiating from next to him. he knew ice cream would cheer you up because it always did.

and so he drove you, fuzzy socks up on the dash as you leaned back in the seat, occasionally looking over at yeonjun as he eyed you when your favorite song blasted through the speakers, both singing it so loudly.

something about him; the way he sits so confidently and focuses on the road, effortlessly and also multitasking; driving with one hand while holding an imaginary microphone in the other and singing so beautifully into it.

you felt a weird sensation in your chest, something you hadn't felt in such a long time; a sparkle that spread into your stomach and made your cheeks grow warm. butterflies.

~

yeonjun had driven you to the beach, the most popular beach in the city known for its ice cream shop that stayed open extra late. it was one of your favorite places.

the ocean at night was rather eerie you admitted, but something about it; pitch black and mysterious, only making itself known through the sound of water folding and crashing together. it made your heart race. similar to the giddy boy next to you.

"so you'll eat half of my ice cream but won't let me taste yours??" yeonjun laughed, eyes nearly closed from smiling, pearly white teeth on full display. you swear your cheeks hurt with how much you smiled, almost as if he was healing something within you that hadn't seen light in years.

the light of his smile. it cured you.

you turned your back to him in a faux pout, waiting for him to wrestle his ice cream cone out of your hand. and boy did he ever, wrapping his arms around you from behind so that the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his button up engulfed you, nearly picking you up off the ground.

you freed yourself from his grasp and began running, both barefoot through the sand, shoes and socks long abandoned by the dock.

the sea spray was chilly at this hour, subtly misting your skin after each crash at the shore, cold water barely skimming your feet.

"yaaaaa!" he yelled after you, his pretty laugh ringing through the air as he ran as fast as he could behind you, arms out and yearning to grasp at your shirt.

at last he grabbed a hold of you, causing the two of you to topple to the soft sand, sending his ice cream cone flying out of your grasp and it was too late to be saved. but right now, it was the least of your worries when yeonjun landed right on top of you, tension suddenly rising as his nose was only inches from yours.

it felt like an eternity passed as he just hovered over you, eyes flicking to each of your eyes. your breath hitched in your throat, pupils dilated and not daring to look any place other than the depths of his brown eyes.

it wasn't until his eyes flicked down to your lips that you felt the butterflies in your stomach multiply by a thousand, face growing hot at the sheer tension.

you couldn't help but travel your gaze down to admire his plush lips, knowing that this wasn't the first time you looked at them and wondered what they would feel like on yours.

his finger gently tucked away a strand of stray hair from of your face, thumb sweeping over the plush of your bottom lip and you knew what you wanted in this moment. what you've wanted since you stepped foot into his car and realized there wasn't anyone who understood you like this beautiful boy.

lifting your head from the sand, you crashed your lips to his and nearly had mistaken them for a velvet pillow, the way they immediately engulfed yours without surprise like his lips were made for yours and yours only.

he subtly pulled away, gazing into your eyes with a certain tenderness, not one hint of uncertainty in his eyes. you smiled and the corners of his mouth tugged upward, the prettiest smile you’d seen making itself present.

the sound of waves crashing beside you, moonlight illuminating the beautiful man above you, his warmth pressed to your chest and engulfing you entirely.

he lowered himself fully onto you, a hand in your hair as he pressed his lips to yours again, the kisses pure and passionate, exploring one another’s hair and face with gentle touches.

in this moment, you realized you didn't want to kiss anyone ever again. just him, eternally.

~

"junie, see that star?" you both lay on the soft sand, tousling yeonjun's silky hair as he lay his head on your stomach, both looking up at the speckled night sky.

after hours of deep talks, a few kisses and long embraces in between, this moment felt surreal; like you and him were always meant to share more than just a friendly relationship. this just felt so right.

that said, you were also clueless as to what time it even was. it could be 1am or it could be 4am. right now, it was the least of your worries.

"which one? there's so many..." he squinted his eyes in search of this mystery star you so wanted him to see. you couldn't help but laugh, realizing he probably isn't looking at the same star as you, lightly ruffling his hair at his cuteness.

"i wish i could just live with you," you sighed, absolutely hating the thought of having to go back home in several hours so that your parents wouldn't discover you missing.

he looks up at you, a subtle pout on his lips. he didn't want to leave you just as much, knowing that his heart will break a little when you get out of his car and trudge back into your room just to face the depressing reality of your home life.

the time you spent together was always an escape, a safe place, a time you got to truly unwind and be yourselves. he looked over at you, knowing that one day he'll make the time you spend in this safe place together permanent.

"one day." he reaches up to grab your hand that rested atop his head, interlacing your fingers with his. the sound of that, you and your best friend one day getting to live under the same roof; it gave you the hope that you needed to get through each day leading up to it.

finally checking his phone at 4am and deciding he wanted to take you one last place before driving you back home, the two of you were on the road again.

he took the long route, passing by large mountains and cliffs that overlooked the ocean, watching the orange glow bleed into the sky as the sun was beginning to rise.

yeonjun pulled over at the top of the highest cliff by the ocean, taking your hand and pulling you so that your feet were nearly at it's edge.

looking over the edge took your breath away; this altitude, knowing that if you took another step you'd be dead. but knowing that if you stayed right where you are, you'd stay in the warm embrace of your comfort boy.

the wind blew gently across the ocean, creating subtle ripples and waves, the rising sun reflecting off of the water like a mirror. you both just stood there in awe of the sea, listening to its lull from where you stood and melting into his tender embrace of you from behind.

"this beautiful view. this is what it feels like to be with you," yeonjun's voice rung out softly behind your ear, just loud enough for you to hear. you felt his eyes on you even though you couldn't see him, both smiling as the wind blew your hair softly.

slightly turning your head to look at him over your shoulder, your eyes met his, lost in their dark brown depths. you pulled him in, kissing his lips like it was the last.

in this moment, you felt what it meant to be alive.

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a/n: as always i appreciate you so much for reading :)) and thank you, with my ENTIRE heart, for 400 followers!!!! u all literally mean so much to me 🫶

[kitkat13001]

જ⁀➴ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

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⟡ you run into an unexpected visitor at the gala, finding yourself subsequently outmatched and outwitted. you find out that maybe there’s more to the story than you’d previously believed… ♬.ᐟ tracklist : murder on the dancefloor - sophie ellis-bextor, heavy metal lover - lady gaga, for the first time - mac demarco, art deco - lana del rey

you’re glad that your ‘formal attire’ consists of just your fancy armor when you see the way princess fuyumi is squawking about all day. 

she collapses onto a wooden bench in the hall beside you, head in her hands, and heaves out the biggest sigh you’ve ever heard. 

“what’s the matter, my lady?” you ask, leaning against the wall at her side. 

“do you have any idea how hard it is to keep this family presentable?” she laments. “getting shoto to give an opinion on clothes is like pulling teeth, natsu and touya always manage to wrinkle their shirts, and whatever my father picks is always so…ostentatious. and mother isn’t even planning on attending the ball tonight, she feels ill.”

you let out a sympathetic chuckle. “i can’t say i know how that feels, your highness, but you have my condolences. i’m sure i can whip the princes into shape, how about you go up and get yourself ready while i handle them?”

you swear she almost tears up, clutching your hands. “you’re a godsend.”

you laugh at that, watching her scurry up the stairway back to her chambers before you make your way up to the the princes’ quarters. 

shoto is an easy case. he’d take your opinion on anything, so you pick out a presentable ensamble and leave him to get dressed. 

touya and natsuo prove more difficult, but a nice smack with the flat of your sword and some good old-fashioned blackmail (courtesy of shoto) has them running to get their clothes pressed. 

you smirk, dusting your gauntlets off and feeling quite proud of yourself. 

you make time until the ball, polishing your armor and fixing your hair up as you wait. 

it’s kind of counterintuitive, you think, to have a gala promoting peace filled with only elite nobles when the cause of unease in the kingdom is the wealth disparity. but it’s not your place to say anything, so you don’t. 

two hours into the gala and your stomach is growling so badly you’re afraid it’s going to eat itself. 

“hey, tenya,” you whisper, nudging him from his post beside you. “will you cover my post? i’m gonna take a lap.”

iida nods his affirmation, hand resting on his sword as he waves you off.

you make a slow circle around the dance floor under the guise of a patrol, heading for the buffet tables in the hopes of snatching a snack. 

you’re just about there when you almost bump into a noble—a young woman in a deep magenta gown. 

you’re quick to incline your head, gauntlet resting over your chest as you bow lightly. “apologies, my lady. i should’ve been watching my space.”

“no worries,” she replies, and the causality of her tone puts you off. you look up quickly, eyes widening when you recognize those large, brown eyes and pink cheeks. 

it’s her! the girl from the wanted poster. her hair is pulled back and she’s all dolled up, but those eyes are unmistakable. 

you compose yourself swiftly, trying not to look slack-jawed. it doesn’t look like she noticed your lapse. 

what the hell am i supposed to do? you think. of all the places for one of those vigilantes to show up…

“may i offer a dance, my lady? to show my condolences?” you ask, thinking quick on your feet. this’ll be a good way to get her without making a scene. 

she hums, eyes meeting yours with a little smile. “sure, why not.”

you offer her your hand, which she takes with haste. she’s graceful, pinky lifted. she doesn’t flinch at the cold of your armor, even when your hand tightens against hers. 

“uraraka, right?” you ask after a long moment, voice low in her ear. you can feel the way her body goes rigid against you in shock. 

“you’re mistaken,” she replies, laughing it off. “i don’t know anyone by that name.”

“nice try, but i’m well-versed with your wanted poster.”

“oh, is that so?” she giggles, and you narrow your eyes. “you think i’m pretty or something?”

“or something,” you reply. “it takes a lot of nerve to show up right at the palace when your face is plastered all over the kingdom, y’know.”

“it takes a lot of nerve to throw a ball when your people are starving outside,” she quips back. you can’t dignify that with a response. 

“how did you even get in here?” you ask after a minute. even though there’s a hard edge of steel in your voice, there’s some kind of awe behind it too. you’d been raised to think that the castle security was infallible, that no one could get past all the guards and enchantments protecting the royal dwellings. 

“i’m a mage,” uraraka replies with a mischievous smile. 

a mage…

magic is far from uncommon within the kingdom, but the laws on its limitation are strictly enforced—and anyone with a decent handle on it is often recruited to work at the palace where king enji can keep an eye on them. 

you eye her suspiciously. “what kind of mage?”

despite it’s commonplace nature, magic is somewhat foreign to you. you know that some of the royals, including shoto, can harness it, but you were never graced with the gift. your strength lies in your battle prowess and wit. 

“you wanna find out?”

you shake your head slightly. “something tells me that wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

she gives no response other than a light hum, and then you lapse into silence. 

she’s strong, you think, somewhat surprised. she moves like she’s weightless, but with one hand interlocked with yours and another on your hip you can feel the strength and sturdiness of her grip on you. 

you’re supposed to be leading, but she’s the one maneuvering your bodies through the crowds. before you know it, you’re out on the terrace. 

this is bad, you think. she’s got you out here, away from the people. out of sight. you’re at a clear disadvantage here, but it would be worse if you were act out and cause a spectacle in front of the entire kingdom nobility. they’re so fragile, they’d have a fit and tear the place apart if they thought they were in danger. 

“you should relax, you know,” uraraka tells you. “you’re practically sweating through your armor.”

“that happens when you’re dancing with a criminal,” you shoot back, frustration evident in your voice. 

“is it really dancing if our feet aren’t on the ground?”

your heart jumps into your throat and you nearly break your neck looking down, only to find that she’s right—your feet aren’t touching the tile below. 

you cry out, wobbling in the air and breaking your grip on her to dive for the balcony railing. you immediately reach for your sword, but your stomach sinks when you find the sheath empty. 

she laughs again, more amused than mocking. your follow her gaze upward to find your sword floating three feet above your head as you scramble for purchase on the banister. 

“give that back to me right now!” you demand, face growing warm with fluster. you try to reach out for your sword but immediately retract when you feel your grip on the ledge slip. your voice cracks when you cry out, “there’s a legion of soldiers inside that could hang you for this!”

“mm, something tells me that if you were going to call your knight friends, you would have done it already.”

she’s right. you hate that she’s right. you’re up to be the next crownguard, how can you call for backup and have them find you clinging to the balcony railing, outmatched by a young bandit?

and even though uraraka has you disarmed, there’s a feeling in your gut that tells you she’s not intending to actually harm you. 

you huff out a breath, willing yourself to stay calm. you put on your best level voice, focusing on not letting your voice shake.

“let me down. now.”

uraraka holds your furious gaze for a moment longer before she tents her fingers, exhaling with a whisper of ‘release.’

your body and sword glow a faint pink before gravity reclaims you, dropping to the ground. 

you lunge for your sword, leveling the blade at her once you’ve got it. 

uraraka holds firm, eyes locked with yours. 

“i should run you through,” you huff, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. 

“and why is that?”

“you’re the ones attacking and pillaging villages!” you burst out before you can stop yourself. “thieving from innocent people!”

uraraka raises an eyebrow. “is that what they’re telling you?” she sounds more curious than sarcastic. she nudges your blade away with two fingers, walking over to sit against the railing. 

“what are you—”

“look, you’ve probably grown up never having to question your next meal. i grew up wondering if i’d even have one.”

that shuts you right up. 

“there are people out there starving, living in ruin and poverty. and no one is doing anything to fix it, least of all king enji.”

far be it for you to side with a bandit, but this much is true. weren’t you and shoto just joking this morning about how stupid this entire gala ordeal was? how the fortune that probably went into hosting it could’ve been better spent on rebuilding the outskirts or feeding the impoverished? 

“people steal for worse reasons than us. it’s not like we’re keeping the bounty. we’re just…making sure the love is spread, y’know? someone has to. it’s not like the people we take it from can't spare it anyhow.”

despite everything you’ve ever been taught, she’s making sense. you know it’s wrong—traitorous even—but you can’t help the tug in your stomach that knows she has a point. 

you know the disparity is wrong. the way the king’s handling things is wrong. but up until now, there was never really anything you could do about it. 

but this…this could be your out. 

no more duties, no more responsibilities, no more king looming menacingly over your head.

and you could help people. you could actually do some good with your own hands instead of sitting idly in the palace wondering if people are dying outside. 

you feel traitorous even thinking about it, dread twisting in your gut. you’ve never really been on your own, and even though you come from common descent, you can’t exactly claim commoner status. 

and yet, there’s a longing in your chest for something more. for adventure, for a chance to see something new. to go against what you’ve known your whole life and discover who you are outside your armor. 

“i…”

it’s like she can sense your desire. the corner of her mouth quirks in a half-smile, tentative. “you…?”

“i could be executed for this,” you say, more to yourself than to her. “i could be excommunicated, stripped of my honors, thrown in a dungeon and then sent right to the gallows.”

uraraka shrugs. “you could. or, you could have a chance to help people. your people.”

you lapse into quiet, hanging off her every word as she drinks in your silence.

“i can’t leave shoto,” you finally say after a long moment, firm in that stance. it’s more than duty and knightly loyalty—he’s your friend. you’d never forgive yourself if you left him behind. 

“the prince?” she hums. “so the armor’s not just for show...”

“what does that mean?” you scowl.

she laughs, shaking her head. “nothing. just never met a knight who really lives up to the name is all.”

“that’s ‘cause i’m a crownguard, not just some regular schmuck. shoto’s safety and wellbeing is my entire responsibility.”

“just shoto’s?”

you frown at that, at the implication behind her tone. “primarily, yeah.”

“and if you had to choose between the king and the prince, you’d pick the prince?”

“well, yeah. he’s the future of the kingdom, isn’t he?” and presumably a much better leader for it than enji, you think with with reproach.

uraraka hums thoughtfully, leaving you both in silence for a long, tense moment. she looks up, deep brown eyes studying you carefully. you feel like shrinking back under her gaze, but you stand proud with a firm grip on your sword. 

she cracks a smile after what feels like a little eternity, mischief alight in her eyes.

“you ever dabble in espionage?”

dividers by @/anitalenia and @/saradika-graphics

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

I'll call you mine (Dia Akedia x Gn! Reader)

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summary: After months of constant teasing Dia Finally decided to admit his feelings for you but in his own way.

(AU where Dia Akedia actually wrote and sing this to his s/o)

Fandom: Court Of Darkness

Genre: Fluff Imagines

Admin Wisteria: This man has been on my mind almost 24/7 I love his story, his smile, his style, his pretty green eyes his-everything so I made this cute little imagine.

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"Close your eyes and keep them close." Dia takes your hand and slowly leads you through the halls of the school. You trusted him to lead you carefully through the school.

"How long do i keep them closed?"

"Shh."

if your eyes weren't closed you would have rolled your eyes at him by name. I habit you now have whenever Dia teases you.

You stayed quiet as he lead you through the halls, then what feels like 5 minuets later, he opens the door to a room, closing it afterwards.

"Open them." He sais quietly.

You did as you say, opening them looking around your new surroundings.

You took notice all of the intruments that were stored in this room.

"Isn't this the music room?"

Dia nods his head. "Yes it is, On this rare occasion I asked Toa if I could burrow this room for an hour and he accepted."

you nodded your head, taking in the surroudings of the room. "You..talked to one of the princes?" You blinked, you couldn't beleive he would do that since he tries hard to avoid them at all costs.

"Yes, I did because this is important. Now, hush. I have something to show you.Just... watch and listen."

You nodded, watching him intently as he closed his eyes, then after a few a few seconds he breathes and snaps his fingers, causing the piano to play a pretty tune.

He opens his eyes, and begin to sing. His voice, so alegant and angelic, escapes his lips as he begin to sing.

"Though you and I would dance and laugh and play Walk in the light of day And talk the night away Could you see, baby you understood then That I loved you, how I loved you

I couldn't chance to break the spell we had The happy times we had And yet the times were sad Just for me, baby you understood then I was afraid to try to call you mine."

Your eyes widened as you listened to the lyrics. Was he...confessing his love to you? Another flick of his hand and the tamborine started to play. You looked to it then back to Dia, who was staring at you as he continued to sing for you.

But now you've come to me (I'll call you mine) You've brought your love to me (I'll call you mine) You'll never look away or ever hear me say (I'll call you mine)

But now you've come to me (I'll call you mine) You've brought your love to me (I'll call you mine) You'll never look away or ever hear me say (I'll call you mine)....

The tamborine halted but the paino music never stopped playing, your eyes widened as you heard his lyrics, the passion and love in his voice was so apperent... it was like he was admitting your feelings to you but except he was singing to you.

I couldn't chance to break the spell we had The happy times we had And yet the times were sad Just for me, baby you understood then I was afraid to try to call you mine....

You grinned and walked up to him as the music still plays, you took his hand, and he spinned you around, as he continued to sing. You laughed as you twirled around as you sing the last part of the song with him together.

But now you've come to me (I'll call you mine) You've brought your love to me (I'll call you mine) You'll never look away or ever hear me say (I'll call you mine)

The piano still played a few seconds as you both danced to the music then with a snap of his fingers, the song ended.

Your faces were inches apart, you smiled at him, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek tenderly.

"Yes, you are mine." You said, your voice filled with love. He only smiles before leaning forward and whispering in your ear.

"Good, because you will always be mine."

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[thebunnednun]

Wine me up!

Rosinante Corazon x Bartender! Reader (Modern AU)

Originally from my "Tempted to touch" series but I think it deserves a spot of its own. Happy Cora Week to everyone!! I love this clumsy man.

Use these songs:

Tempted to Touch by Rupee

Aventura - La Novelita

On with the show!!~

Rosinante joined the Straw Hats and Heart Pirates at a bustling club to celebrate their latest victory. The atmosphere was alive with pulsing music and laughter, drinks flowing freely as everyone reveled in the night's festivities. Amidst the animated crowd, Cora sat quietly at the bar, nursing a glass of water, his serene expression belying the chaos around him.

You, working behind the bar as a bartender, couldn't help but notice the lone figure amidst the revelry. Curiosity sparked, you approached Rosinante with a friendly smile, unaware that he couldn't speak. 

“Hey stranger, you enjoying yourself?” 

He looked a little startled by you. He hadn’t expected anyone to strike up a conversation with him tonight. Holding up a polite finger, he dug into his pocket for a moment, pulling out a notepad. He scribbled a cheerful greeting and slid it over to you, hoping to communicate with you. 

‘Hi! Thanks for asking. I’m doing fine.’

Unfortunately for him, his pencil broke. Cora let out a silent groan before reaching into his pockets to find another writing tool. Quiet giggles filled his ears before he looked up to see you pull a pencil from behind your ear and you scribble a cheerful greeting and before sliding it over to him.

‘No problem at all.’

Rosinante, caught off guard by your gesture, glanced at the note with surprise before returning your smile. You picked up a pen and offered it to him and he began to respond in kind, a playful doodle sketched on its surface. It depicted a tiny heart wearing a straw hat, accompanied by a speech bubble saying, "Quiet night?"

You looked up, surprised, then smiled warmly. He reached for the note and wrote underneath, "Not much for the noise. Enjoy watching them have fun."

You chuckled softly, replying with another doodle, this time of a heart holding a pen, writing, "I get that. Sometimes it's nice just to watch."

Rosinante grinned at your doodle, appreciating the whimsy in your communication. Before he could respond, a commotion broke out nearby.

Your coworker, a spirited woman named Maya, known for her contagious enthusiasm (and for getting so hammered with the clients she would dance on the bar), had spotted you at your station. With a mischievous wink, Maya grabbed your hand, urging you to join her on the dance floor.

At first, you resisted, shaking your head with a playful protest. But Maya wasn't easily deterred. She pulled you gently but persistently, whispering, "Come on, just this once! It's your song!"

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The DJ, sensing the moment, began to cue up your favorite track, its familiar beats filling the air. Initially hesitant, you laughed and shook your head, trying to resist her playful insistence. But Maya wasn't one to take no for an answer. With a playful pout and a persuasive sway, she coaxed you onto the dance floor amidst cheers and encouragement from those nearby. 

“Fine! Just for one song!” You finally relented, stepping onto the dance floor. Caught up in the moment, you began to move, your body responding naturally to the music. Your dance was a display of precise waist control and confident grace, drawing all eyes towards you.

The music enveloped you, with you effortlessly weaving through the crowd with dance moves that showcased your skillful waist control and playful charisma. The club erupted in cheers, friends and strangers alike clapping along to the rhythm, captivated by your impromptu performance.

Meanwhile, Rosinante watched in awe seated at the bar. He couldn't help but watch with rapt attention. His cheeks flushed as he observed your skillful movements and the joyous energy you exuded. He hadn’t expected this tonight, he hadn’t expected you tonight—so vibrant and alive, captivating everyone around you.

The club erupted in applause and cheers, celebrating your impromptu performance. Maya danced alongside you, matching your energy with her own infectious spirit, creating a scene of pure revelry and joy.

Rosinante, mesmerized by your dance, felt a warmth spread through him. He couldn't look away, feeling admiration and perhaps a hint of a crush stirring within him as he watched you shine in the spotlight of the dance floor. His heart pounding in his ears along with the music's beat. 

Meanwhile, Luffy and Zoro noticed Rosinante's fixed gaze on you. With mischievous grins, they nudged Law, who was quietly sipping his drink nearby. Law, ever the strategist, decided to intervene in his own unique way.

"Cora-san seems to need a little nudge," Law remarked casually to Luffy and Zoro.

"I'll help him find it."

Before Rosinante could react, Law had already grasped his hand, feigning concern as he led Rosinante away from the bar. "Let's checkout the DJ booth," Law suggested, his tone masking his true intentions.

Confused but compliant, Rosinante allowed himself to be led towards where you were dancing. Suddenly, Law released his hand, leaving Rosinante standing awkwardly behind you. Flustered, Rosinante attempted to move out of the way, his taller frame proving a challenge in the crowded club.

“Looks like we got a challenger folks!” The DJ boomed over the music leading you to turn around and crank your neck up, up, up at the now standing silent customer.

“Oh it’s you!”

Cora, unsure of what was happening, allowed himself to be led, his mind racing with thoughts of how to gracefully excuse himself from the situation. Just as he was about to attempt to leave, you noticed him and gently grabbed the back of his shirt, preventing his escape.

The music pounded around you as you shouted over the noise, "Hey! Dance with me!"

Startled, Rosinante fumbled for his notepad to write a response, but you took it gently from his hand and pocketed it with a knowing smile. Sensing his hesitation, you hopped up onto a nearby table, waving him forward. Your eyes met his, and he could see the playful challenge in your expression.

“This should be okay, right?”

With a shy nod and a blush coloring his cheeks, Rosinante tentatively joined you at the table. It had been years since he last danced, but with your encouragement and the pulsing beat of the music, he quickly found his rhythm again. His movements were graceful yet tentative at first, but as the song progressed, confidence surged through him.

The dance became a playful exchange of steps and spins, laughter ringing out between you. Rosinante surprised himself with how easily he moved, his tall frame gracefully accommodating your playful gestures. As the music reached a crescendo, he swept you into his arms, one hand securely under your thighs and the other clasping yours. You held onto his waist with your legs and together, you spun in sync, the joy evident on both your faces.

The club erupted into thunderous cheers and applause, celebrating your spontaneous and captivating dance. Even Law, watching from the sidelines with a rare smile, couldn't help but be impressed by Rosinante's unexpected grace and the dorky cuteness between you both.

For Rosinante, this unexpected dance had not only brought him closer to you but also rediscovered a part of himself he thought he had long forgotten. And as the club around him faded, amidst the laughter and celebration, he found himself very grateful for the playful twist of fate that had brought him to your side.

As the song ended, you both took a bow, and the crowd clapped enthusiastically. However, in his attempt to stand tall and bow gracefully, Rosinante rolled his ankle and stumbled, causing a collective gasp from the onlookers.

“Ah shit.”

“There Cora-san goes again!”

“Have you tried drinking some milk?”

Quick to react, Law stepped forward, helping you guide Corazon to a nearby chair. He swiftly retrieved some ice from the bar and placed it gently in a bag on Rosinante's ankle, muttering about the clumsiness under his breath.

Rosinante winced slightly but managed a sheepish smile as he gestured for you to come closer. With a touch of embarrassment, he handed you a note. You gasped in surprise, feeling your pockets and realizing that Rosinante had discreetly taken back his notepad without your notice.

The note was a simple yet heartfelt message, thanking you for the best time he'd had in years with a smiley face that had hearts on both cheeks. You beamed warmly at him, feeling a rush of affection for this gentle-hearted man who had ventured out of his comfort zone for you.

"Can I give you a hug?" you asked softly, seeking permission.

Rosinante's shy eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly, opening his arms. Without hesitation, you dove into his embrace, feeling the warmth and sincerity in his gesture. He felt so fucking good to hug.Even the scent of his cologne, mixed with the subtle aroma of the club and the faint trace of sweat from dancing wasn’t bad at all. 

He was so tall you actually could almost climb into his lap if you wanted. But that would be going pretty far for a first meeting. Instead, you tucked your head into his neck and closed your eyes. His heart was pounding against yours, the rhythm syncing with the lingering excitement of the dance.

‘He’s so fucking cute!~’

In that moment, amidst the music and the crowd, you realized that you weren't the only one feeling a "little" flustered. 

Suddenly, the DJ's voice blasted over the speakers, giving you both a shoutout. "Let's hear it for the cutest couple out here tonight!"

You and Rosinante's cheeks flushed crimson as you snapped your necks to the DJ before shyly looking back at each other. As he sat back in the chair, trying to process the unexpected attention. In his flustered state, he tipped backwards, taking you with him in a gentle fall. Before you could react, his strong arms instinctively wrapped around you, protecting you from the fall. 

You cringed at the echo of the chair slapping against the concrete floor as you ended up in the handsome stranger's lap and pressed up into his chest and neck. 

"Sorry!" he whispered in your ear softly, his voice so warm and soothing that it sent a shiver down your spine. It was then that you realized—he could talk, and his voice was incredibly nice.

The crew members of both the Straw Hats and the Heart Pirates, along with your coworkers and even your manager, let out collective "awes" at the sight of you both, wrapped up in each other's arms. The moment, filled with laughter and warmth, seemed to freeze in time, a perfect tableau of the unexpected

As your coworkers and Law helped you both back up from the chair, the warmth of the moment lingered between you and Rosinante. Despite the stumble, you found yourselves chatting easily, laughter punctuating the conversation as you exchanged stories and shared moments from the night.

Eventually, the festivities began to wind down, and one by one, your friends and colleagues bid their farewells, heading home for the night. Rosinante lingered for a moment, his gaze meeting yours with a soft smile.

Before he left, he waved goodbye and then gestured towards his pocket. Confused, you looked down and discovered a note tucked neatly into your pocket. With a flutter of anticipation, you unfolded it and read the words written in his neat handwriting.

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My tiny dancer,

Thank you for the most wonderful evening I've had in years. Your smile lit up the room, and dancing with you was a joy I'll cherish. I hope we can do it again soon! (But hopefully without the ‘accidents’.)

Take care, 

Rosinante

Phone number: XXX- (555) -4567

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Heart racing with excitement, you looked up to find Corazon already halfway out the door, his shy smile lighting up his face. With a rush of gratitude and newfound connection, you tucked the note safely away, 

You nodded at him, conveying your appreciation and eagerness to see him again, and then playfully blew him a kiss.

Corazon's cheeks flushed crimson once more as he, in a moment of playful realization, pretended to catch the blown kiss, but his attention was momentarily diverted. With a soft thud, he accidentally banged his head against the metal door frame, a mix of embarrassment and amusement crossing his features. You cringed a little bit from the impact and gestured to his forehead. He gave you a thumbs up and your heart relaxed a bit. 

Meanwhile, the other characters in the club had been watching the scene unfold with amused affection. Maya clapped her hands together with a gleeful laugh, thoroughly enjoying the romantic interlude she had inadvertently helped create. Law, who stood nearby, nudged Corazon along, “Come on, you’ll see her again soon,” a rare smile playing on his lips as he observed Corazon's departure.

Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing as Corazon walked away from the club, a smile lingering on his lips. He couldn't shake the butterflies of excitement and anticipation, grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had brought him to you.

Back inside, the club gradually quieted down as patrons began to disperse, each carrying with them memories of a lively celebration and the heartwarming sight of two unlikely dancers. Maya and your other coworkers exchanged knowing glances, silently agreeing to tease you about this later and hound you for updates once you’d texted the clumsy cutie. 

You were a little more smiley as you closed up your section. Standing amidst the remnants of the evening's joy, you felt a sense of possibility and newfound happiness knowing that this night had brought something special into your life—a gentle-hearted man named Corazon, who had danced and rolled his way into your heart. 

You reached for your phone to take a picture of the note. Just in case you lost it. Tucking Corazon's note safely into your pocket, you knew that this was just the beginning of a romance with a gentle-hearted giant named Corazon.

Later that night, as you settled in at home, you reached into your pocket and pulled out Corazon's note once more. With a smile, you carefully unfolded it and read the words again, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. You decided to send him a text, wanting to talk to him again.

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Unknown: Hi Corazon! It's [Name] from the club. I made it home safely. Thank you for the lovely note. 😊

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Meanwhile, across town, Corazon lay in a hospital bed with his head bandaged and his ankle elevated, the result of an unexpected mishap on his way home. While walking back to his car with his friends, Cora was lost in thoughts of you and the evening's enchantment. So he had stumbled into an uncovered manhole, resulting in a tumble that miraculously left him only bruised and slightly battered.

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Rosinante: Hi [Name]! I'm glad you made it home safely. Sorry for the delay—I had a little accident on my way back. Nothing serious, just a reminder to pay more attention. 😅 How are you?

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You settle back into your cozy spot on the couch, phone in hand, waiting for his response. The moments stretch out as you imagine the possible scenarios, your mind filled with concern for the endearing, clumsy man who had captured your heart so unexpectedly.

Your phone dings again, and you quickly read his reply.

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Oh no! What happened? Are you okay? :You

Rosinante: I was daydreaming about you and didn't notice an uncovered manhole. I fell in and sprained my ankle and bumped my head. I'm in the hospital now, but it's nothing serious. Just a bit embarrassed. 😳

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“Oh Dearest Pie, he falls down a freaking manhole and still asks me how I’m doing.”

Your heart melts at his candid confession, a mixture of concern and affection welling up within you. You can't help but laugh softly, picturing the tall, awkward sweetheart stumbling into a manhole because he was thinking of you.

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Tiny Dancer: Oh no, Rosinante! I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope you're not in too much pain. If it helps, I'm flattered that I was on your mind. 😊

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A shy smile tugs at his lips as he lies in his hospital bed. His reply comes quickly, the playful tone lifting your spirits.

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Rosinante: It does help, actually! Your smile is a pretty nice distraction. 😊

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You feel a blush creep up your cheeks as you continue the conversation, sharing stories and laughter, bridging the distance between you with every message. The night grows late, but neither of you seems to notice, too engrossed in the blossoming feelings between you.

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I wish I could be there to keep you company. :You

Rosinante: Just knowing you're thinking of me is enough. But maybe we can meet up again soon please? I promise to avoid any manholes this time! 😅

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“Fuck he’s too cute.”

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I'd like that very much. Rest up, okay? :You

And thank you for making tonight so special. :You 

Rosinante: Thank you, too. Goodnight, Tiny Dancer.

Goodnight, Gentle Giant. :You

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Despite the mishap, Rosinante couldn't help but smile as he typed out the message. The memory of your smile and the warmth of your presence lingered with him, easing the discomfort of his minor injuries. He eagerly began to look up other dance clubs he could take you to, his heart thankful for the continuation of this unexpected and delightful chance of meeting you.

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I wanna add more characters later, Lemme know what characters you want! DM's are always open.

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  “HEAVEN, I'M IN HEAVEN… And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak, And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek!

  Yes, heaven, I'm in heaven… And the cares that hung around me through the week Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak, When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

  Oh I love to climb to mountain And reach the highest peak, But it doesn't thrill me half as much As dancing cheek to cheek. ♪

  Oh I love to go out fishing In a river or a creek! But I don't enjoy it half as much As dancing cheek to cheek.

  Now mama dance with me. I want my arms about you That CHARM about you Will carry me through… ♬”

[genderlessdude92]

STICKS AND STONES

PAIRING: Alastor x Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is shaken when Vox mocks her on live television with rude comments and even exposing her secret relationship with Alastor, too. Struggling with self-doubt, she feels inadequate in Hell's power-driven society. Alastor comforts her, emphasizing her unique qualities and their deep connection, helping her find solace despite the lingering hurt from Vox's comments.

WARNINGS: Established Relationship, Usage of Y/n, Usage of She/her pronouns, Major ANGST to major FLUFF in the end, Emotional Distress, Verbal Abuse, Hell and Demons (obv), Romantic Relationshiop kind of i guess idk, Mental Health, aaaand lmk if i missed anything!! ^^

NOTICE: please don’t copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But…thanks for liking my work !! >.<

Requests are open, Support is highly appreciated!

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The distant sound of a crackling fireplace filled the room, the occasional pop of a burning ember piercing the quiet. A soft, velvety couch sat in the corner of the hotel lobby, slightly rumpled from recent use, a testament to the comfort it had provided. Outside the window, the neon lights of Hell flickered in a dance of eternal night. Y/N, a fellow demon helping out the very hotel alongside her s/o, Alastor, known for her ‘bravery’ to date him, sat curled up in a blanket, her eyes fixated on the flickering screen of the television mounted atop the fireplace. It was a rare moment of solitude in the bustling halls of the Hazbin Hotel.

Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she watched the broadcast, Vox’s smug grin spreading across the screen. He was speaking about Alastor, her love, her rock, her everything. Of course, It didn’t bother her as much as before since he likes to bitch about him every once in a while. But then, in a sudden, cruel twist, he said it—

Her name…?

How could he even know her name in the first place—she isn’t an overlord or an overly known-demon. Alastor and her even tried to keep their relationship a secret for safety over the years.

Y/N’s heart sank as she heard the words that felt like a thousand knives. Vox’s voice grew louder, his smugness palpable through the screen. “And what about Alastor’s girlfriend, the one he’s been hiding from us all this time? Tell me, dear audience, what’s she got that makes her so special? A heart of gold? Maybe a brain of silver? Maybe even some spooky little radio powers?” His audience, a sea of demons, roared with laughter. Y/N’s cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment, her eyes glistening with tears she was desperately trying to hold back.

Her thoughts raced as she replayed the words in her mind. Useless. Insignificant. The words stung like acid on her soul. She knew she wasn’t a high-ranking demon, didn’t have flashy powers or a grand title, but she had always believed that she had something to offer. That Alastor saw something in her that others didn’t. Now, as the room swirled around her, she couldn’t help but doubt herself in those beliefs.

The door to the lobby creaked open, the sound breaking the silence like a gunshot. She didn’t look up, her eyes glued to the TV, unable to tear herself away from the mockery. But she recognized the footsteps approaching, the ominous thuds of Alastor’s steps against the carpet. His shadow fell over her, but she remained curled into herself. She remained silently panicking about Vox’s comments. She remained letting her breaths go wild with their pace.

Alastor paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the room before landing on her. He noticed the way she clutched the blanket, the way her eyes were red, and the TV’s volume turned up a bit too high. He sighed, his tail flicking in annoyance at the screen, and walked over to her. He knew she didn’t like confrontation, but he also knew she had the strength to face the harshness of Hell itself, and hell isn’t fair, anyways.

"Y/N," he said softly, his deep voice cutting through the cacophony of the TV. She didn’t look up at first, but when he gently placed his hand on her shoulder, she turned to face him, the seamless-before tears spilling over her cheeks. He sat down beside her, his expression a mix of concern and arrogance just from Vox being on the TV.

And just the TV being on in general.

"Hey," Alastor began, his hand moving to gently wipe away the tears with his thumb. His touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the hardened exterior he presented to the world. "What's going on?"

Y/N took a shaky breath, her voice quivering as she spoke. "It's Vox. He said..." She couldn't bring herself to repeat the words, the pain still fresh.

Alastor's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to the TV before returning to her. "What did that prick say?" His voice was calm, but the anger simmering beneath was unmistakable. Nonetheless, not forgetting about his dear S/o, he shifted the way he was sitting so he could face her.

Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath and recounted Vox's cruel words, each syllable like a dagger twisting in her chest. Alastor listened, his expression growing stormier with every sentence. He could feel the heat of his own anger rising, but he kept it in check, focusing on her instead.

When she finished, the tears subsiding just a little bit from letting it out, he pulled her into a tight embrace, his powerful arms enveloping her trembling form. "You know I don't give a damn about what that glorified karaoke machine thinks," he murmured against her hair, his voice a soothing rumble, “And you shouldn’t either. He’s a clout chaser, and you know that.”

Y/N nodded, trying to hold onto his words like a lifeline in a stormy sea of doubt. But the damage was done. She couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy that clung to her like a second skin. She pulled away slightly, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. "But he's right, Alastor. I'm not like you, or any of the other high-ranked demons here. I don't have flashy powers or a title that makes people fear me. What do I even contribute to this place?"

Alastor's expression softened, although his grip on her tightened slightly. "You contribute more than you think, my love," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You have a heart, a soul that hasn't been corrupted by the endless cycle of damnation. That's more than most demons here can say."

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers. "And as for your powers, they're not about flash or fear. They're about comfort, about healing. You have the ability to soothe the most tormented spirits, to ease the pain of those who are lost. That's something no one else here can do. You're special, Y/N. Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise."

The TV continued to blare in the background, Vox's voice now just a dull buzz as Alastor leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You're not useless," he whispered fiercely, his eyes burning with a passion that surprised even her. "You're my other half, and this hotel, this whole godforsaken plane of existence, would be a much darker place without you."

Her heart swelled at his words, the warmth of his love wrapping around her like a blanket. But she couldn't shake the doubt that had taken root. She tried to smile, but it came out wobbly. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the TV. "But I just don't feel like I deserve all this praise."

Alastor's eyes searched hers, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "You don't have to feel like you deserve it," he said, his voice firm. "You just have to accept it. And more importantly, believe it." He paused, his gaze intense. "Because I do. And if that's not enough for you, then I don't know what is."

Y/N sniffled, her eyes filling with fresh tears. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice cracking. "I just don't want to hold you back."

Alastor sighed, frustration momentarily flashing in his eyes. "That's not what this is about," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "I don't need a high-ranking demon by my side to feel complete. I need you, just as you are." He didn't want an apology; he wanted her to see herself the way he saw her.

Standing up, he offered her his hand. "Come on," he said, his voice softer now. "Let's get you to bed."

Her hand slipped into his, and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. His room was a sanctuary, a place where she felt safe and loved despite the chaos of Hell outside. She followed him down the hallway, the TV's noise fading behind them.

Once inside, Alastor helped her into bed, his movements careful and considerate. He knew she was fragile in that moment, and he didn't want to add to her pain of how overwhelmed she was.

After putting on some fresh night wear and doing some hair-care, (please be cannon), he sat beside her, stroking her hair gently as she curled into his side, her head resting on his broad chest. His heart beat a steady rhythm, a comforting metronome in the quiet of the night.

For a while, they just sat there, the TV forgotten, the words of Vox nothing but echoes in the back of their minds. Alastor’s touch was a balm to her soul, and she felt her breathing slow down, the tightness in her chest loosening. She listened to the steady thrum of his heart, feeling the warmth of his body seep into hers.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear, his voice a gentle lullaby that chased the shadows of doubt away. "You're perfect, just as you are," he said, his breath warm against her skin. "You don't need to be anyone else. I fell for you, all of you, not some ideal or some position."

He kissed her forehead softly, a gesture that spoke volumes more than any grandiose declaration. "Now, close your eyes," he murmured. "Let's get some rest."

Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of his words sink in. She closed her eyes, allowing the comfort of his presence to wash over her. His hand remained in her hair, the strokes growing slower as she drifted towards sleep.

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END NOTES: I write this in 20 minutes at 2:00 am because i felt bad that i haven’t posted a fanfic of Alastor in over a month… 2 months. I’m sorry. HOPE YOU LIKED IT???!!!!! :D

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Me after seeing that you didn’t…l-leave a like a-and didnt repost if you think it was just that good and d-didn’t share any c-comments about my f-f-f-f-fanfic…? —>

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can i send a tbosas request please? sejanus plinth x female reader, romantic and maybe hurt/comfort, she knows about his intentions and actually reassures him (i just want an alternative ending where he’s alive and happy pls😭)

Making peace with my inevitable death.

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Reader (romantic fic, hurt comfort) Summary: There was only so long before you would find Sejanus, Spruce, and Billy Taupe's plan. Warning: violence, guns, death, description of blood, romantic, hurt comfort (Sejanus being comforted)(highkey sucks), nonaligned storytelling with the book or film (I forgot and was blindly going along) Author's note: this was lowkey difficult to make, I'm so sorry it took so long!!! Word count:4.2k

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Lucy Gray's voice carried throughout the Hob, the dancing townspeople filled the large room with repetitive tapping, all intermixed with each other.

Your hands were clasped in the hands of your love, who spun you around on the wooden floor. The dance was done by others, the citizens of District Twelve, who danced with their friends and lovers with excitement. The floral patterns of the women's dresses flashed by as you took quick steps with the music.

Sejanus’ hand was on your hip, quickly swaying you from side to side, hastily following the people around you both to not trip the rest of the dancers. He occasionally looked down at his feet, hoping he was taking the correct steps. Which, he was but he was still too nervous about messing up and flustering himself in front of you.

“You’re doing fine,” you say, loud enough for only him to hear. Sejanus smiled at your assurance and continued dancing.

You didn’t say anything to each other for several minutes, simply swaying with each other.

“After this song I have to go talk to my friend,” Sejanus whispered to you, barely audible with the loud ballad your friend sang effortlessly. You smiled at him and nodded, not fully understanding what he was saying. But you agreed nonetheless.

It was almost like he had known when the song ended because it was almost immediately after he said those words that it came to a conclusion. It ended with a bang, as one would say, ending with high notes and a final boom.

Lucy Gray had finished the upbeat song, the crowd clapping for her performance. The rest of the Covey shuffled around to get ready for the next song. “Thank you everyone,” she said happily, glancing at the rest of the Covey, who were stretching their fingers and fixing themselves, bracing for the next part of the show.

The dancers slowed to a stop, several of them leaving to get a drink. You and Sejanus did the same, leaving the dance floor to the table he occupied before you went to dance. The sound of a strumming guitar filled the room, followed by the angelic voice of Lucy Gray, singing a slow ballad.

Sejanus led you back to the table quietly, moving past the slow dancers, your hand carefully in his. You finally saw the table he had originally occupied, Coriolanus sitting at the stool, saving the spot for him.

You smiled at Coriolanus, who nodded at you before sipping from his glass again. Sitting on the stool, you took Sejanus’ glass of alcohol and drank from it with a smile. You knew he wouldn’t care that much about you taking the drink compared to other people, which you were grateful for.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Sejanus smiled and kissed your cheek lightly, setting a couple more coins for you if you wanted another drink. You nod and scoot the coins closer to you, making sure you could grab them quickly if needed. “Stay here for now.”

Your eyes trailed to Coriolanus, who drank from his glass cup that held little alcohol and watched Lucy Gray. You watched Sejanus make his way down one of the halls, the hall leading to a room containing the Covey's stuff. You sip from the glass filled with alcohol, the glass having been Sejanus’s. You didn’t care about that though, taking the alcohol in with boredom.

Coriolanus didn’t say a word as he stood from the table, leaving his almost empty glass of alcohol to follow Sejanus. You narrowed your eyes as he followed the other man down the hall. You didn’t try calling Coriolanus back to ask where he was going.

Your eyes went back to Lucy Gray, who sung a song you had heard a time or two, her having performed it to see if it was good or not. Your lips let the rest of the alcohol into your mouth, the rest of it finally leaving the glass.

Her voice carried throughout like soft rushing water, like a river truly. Soft yet prominent in its flow. Your thoughts went to what you and Sejanus could be doing if he didn’t have that odd meeting with his so-called friend. You never even met the man, only catching glimpses of him when Sejanus went to grab another drink but went along with someone else to talk.

Several minutes had passed and Sejanus was still gone, at some point you got the idea to find him. Taking the coins, you put them in your pocket, and leave the table. The ballad Lucy Gray sang slowed to an end as you made your way through the crowd. The people clapped once they came to a stop, pulling their hands from their partners.

You turned to the darkened hallway, which was only for the people who used the Hob more than anyone else. Usually for the Covey but on the occasion for religious speakers, but that was nowhere near as common as Lucy Gray appearing.

“Sejanus?” You call as you go down the hall, finding several doors on the hall's walls. The sliding doors in the hallway all led to different rooms you had never been in. Your eyes fell on the door you had been in several times, bringing in the Covey’s instruments and helping them clean up after the shows. But you heard voices coming from behind the light wood. Taking several steps away from the hallway and to the Hob’s stage, you saw nearly the entire Covey on stage. Clerk Carmine was going around the lively Hob collecting donations from the dancers and drinkers at tables. And Maude Ivory was standing at the microphone, about to sing her new sunshine song she made only days prior.

You walk back to the door, the voices having quieted. You stare at it for several seconds before going to grab the handle, forcing it open, and sliding it away from the doorframe.

“Sejanus?” Your eyes almost naturally went to the ground when you opened the door, walking in hoping to find him. Your eyes went up to the group of men standing in the room, their gaze all on you.

“(Y/n)?” Sejanus mumbled, staring at you with hesitant shock. He tried walking to you but was stopped by a man holding a rifle, which was pointed at your chest. You stiffen at the sight of the gun, raising your hands from your sides to above your head.

“Who the hell are you?” The man asked roughly, not trying to be nice about the situation.

Your mouth went dry from stress and tried speaking but nothing came out. The man sneered at the sound of silence from you. “Answer me,” he blurted into the stiffened air.

"Spruce, she's with me," Sejanus says with a smile, though it was obvious it was a nervous one. One made to appease the gun holding man. Spruce nodded slowly and turned back to Billy Taupe. It was obvious that the answer wasn’t enough for him but he was willing to take it for now.

Your mind finally recognized the name. Spruce. Billy Taupe had had relations with him while he was dating Lucy Gray, occasionally having Spruce follow him around the Hob while he wasn’t on stage with her.

"You know for a fact she won't know about us leaving for the cabin?" Spruce asks and raises his brow. You look between the men, wondering who he was talking about. Billy Taupe nodded.

"Lucy Gray? Yeah, she doesn't know a thing. I haven't spoken to her since that fight happened," Billy Taupe answered plainly. Oh, that's who he was talking about. Lucy Gray. You pressed your lips into a line.

You cross your arms and look over at Sejanus, who made a bit of a deal to not look over at you. You narrow your eyes as you pause to think about what to say, almost like a parent would a child that did something they weren’t supposed to.

“Sejanus, come here please,” you said, motioning for him. Which he did willingly. You paused for several seconds, putting your hands on your hips. “What are you doing?”

Sejanus almost immediately answered you. “I’m doing a good thing,” he justified. You narrowed your eyes, which you were surprised you could do again, and you gave him a slightly angered look. With your gaze, he tried again. “I’m helping Lil get out of prison, we’re gonna take her up north and live out there for a while.”

Your eyes widen at the idea and look at the other men in the room, going to Coriolanus. “They’re all helping you?” You ask, motioning to the others in the room.

It was almost instantaneous the way he nodded but paused on Coriolanus. “Billy Taupe and Spruce are, Corio isn’t a part of this,” Sejanus answered. You raised your brow as you thought about his answer.

“Sejanus, you’re going to get killed,” you state plainly. It was true, he wouldn’t survive this at all. The peacekeepers would find him far before he could even step near Lil’s cell. They would find Spruce quickly since he wouldn’t be able to hide forever. And it wasn’t like Billy Taupe wasn’t a loud mouth in his own right, he’d probably get drunk and become too prideful in helping them and get hung.

“I won’t get killed, I promise you,” Sejanus assured and looked back at Spruce, who stared at the both of you with suspicion. “I can see if we can bring you along to the lake house.”

With that, he turned back to the others in the room. You press your lips together in silent anger. You knew it was difficult getting through to Sejanus sometimes but you never realized how difficult it truly was. 

You hesitated to call him back, wondering if giving him a talking was even an option at this point. But you stayed silent.

Sejanus turned back to Spruce, reaching into his pocket and finding a large folded piece of paper in his hand. “I was able to grab one of the maps of the prison,” Sejanus said, hoping to clear the air of awkwardness.

Spruce took the map quickly, putting the gun down on one of the instrument cases in front of him. He unfolded it carefully but with an obvious intensity at the sight of the object. He grinned at the markings on the page. The thin lining of Sejanus’ pens showed where the guards would move each night, their original posts, and Lil’s prison cell.

It finally hit you how long Sejanus had been planning this escape route. It was months ago that Lil’s love died but it took only a couple months to figure out how the posts changed, where they were, and where Lil was kept.

“Billy Taupe!” A shrill voice called from the back door leading to the room, the sound of clicking heels followed quickly. “Billy Taupe, I have been calling you all day, where the hell have you been?”

You stood awkwardly in the group, watching as she went to his side, side eyeing the group. Her gaze found you but barely any malice was found behind them, at least there wasn’t as much hatred compared to how she felt about Lucy Gray.

Spruce groaned with annoyance, but didn’t decide to point the gun at her. He knew better than doing such a thing to Mayfair of all people. Everyone knew she would screech louder than a Jabberjay if someone threatened her.

Mayfair paused once she saw the group, looking them over with confused hostility. “What is going on?” She asked, looking around the room until her eyes landed on her lover.

Billy Taupe scoffed and waved her off, not saying a word to answer her. Mayfair’s mind must have gone to different ideas about what could be happening, especially with the sight of the rifle.

“I told you to stop hanging out with them,” Mayfair sneered and grabbed Billy Taupe’s hand to pull him away. He pulled away from her and gave her a dirty look.

“It doesn’t contain you,” he spat and gave her a crude look. “You shouldn’t even be here for this. This never included you.”

“What time do the peacekeepers change stations?” Billy Taupe asked Sejanus, his eyebrows knit together with annoyance originally towards Mayfair.

“They said 12:30 AM, they change officer’s every six hours,” Sejanus answered quickly, pointing down at the map with ease, motioning to a specific area of the building, a smaller cell. You could only guess it was Lil’s.

“They get to each station in five minutes each, it doesn’t take long for them since they move quickly,” Sejanus continued, moving his finger over the page, motioning the ways the peacekeepers would move along.

“Coriolanus?” Another soft voice called as the clicks of her heels gave her away. It was Lucy Gray. Spruce instantaneously pointed the gun to her chest, causing Coriolanus to step in front of her to cover her. If he hadn’t covered her, you would have pushed her out just as fast as she had gotten in.

Lucy Gray gasped at the sight of the dark barrel of the gun, stopping in her tracks, her face going pale.

“Don’t shoot her, she didn’t do anything,” Coriolanus stated, holding his arm out to stop Spruce from shooting. Lucy Gray held onto his arm with sudden anxiousness, keeping him close like he was a shield.

It was almost like the sight of possibly death made Mayfair reconsider coming to get Billy Taupe entirely, grabbing at his arm with vigor. “Billy Taupe, we have to go. Something bad is gonna happen if you don’t,” she argued, pulling at his hand. He, almost naturally, pulled away from her.

“This never contained you and I’m not leaving. Go home if you want,” he waved her off, side eyeing her before looking back at the map.

Mayfair’s face grew to a red from a mixture of embarrassment and also anger. Maybe it was from the fact Lucy Gray would have had him gone in seconds, the sight of his ex lover having gotten to her quickly.

“I’m leaving! Billy Taupe, you better come with me because I am not allowing you to go along with them of all people!” Mayfair exclaimed, staring at him, expecting him to agree to leave with her from how much she was screaming about it.

You look away quickly from the both of them, hoping Billy Taupe hadn’t seen you staring and turning his anger to you. Lucy Gray and Coriolanus didn’t do something similar, staring at them like the couple were wild animals. At this point, they might as well be.

“I ain’t leaving with you. I said go home if you want,” Billy Taupe sneered, Mayfair grew red faced, her blush almost contrasted how bright red she became. She huffed before turning away from the group and started to quickly walk -almost run- from them.

At the sight, Spruce stepped to where she stood before, waiting a couple seconds before she made it to the stairway, and pulled the trigger.

Mayfair’s body fell to the ground with a thud, making no motion to curl into herself or try screaming. It was like Spruce knew where to hit to kill her quickly.

It seemed like several minutes passed as you tried regaining your hearing, the shotgun causing your ears to ring painfully. Once you finally came back to reality, Lucy Gray had shrieked, pulling away to hide behind Coriolanus, who was nearly as shaken as her.

Sejanus stood in horror, watching the blood from Mayfair’s wound slowly spill from the shot. His fists slowly went to the sides of his head beside his temple, his breath eventually coming out in odd puffs, mimicking a sob with no tears.

“I need to go!” Lucy Gray mutters lifelessly, almost without mind. She turned away from Coriolanus, moving to run out of the room through the door leading to the lively Hob. It was almost immediately that Billy Taupe grabbed her arm, pulling her closer.

“You’ll stay since everyone else will,” Billy Taupe exclaimed, glaring down at her with a hatred you haven’t seen in years.

“Let her go,” Coriolanus blurted out at the touch between the two, turning to Spruce and taking an aggressive step closer to the gun wrangler. Billy Taupe almost immediately pulled her to him again when she tried stepping away from the blood pool growing near her foot.

“I’m not letting her go if she can sell us out!” He exclaimed. Lucy Gray pulled at her arm again, just far enough for her wrist to only be in his grasp.

At the sight, Coriolanus grabs the gun from Spruce violently, pointing it at Billy Taupe and firing a second shot of the night. Again, the ringing in your ears followed, leaving you partially deaf from the violent noise.

Lucy Gray pulled her arm away when Billy Taupe’s hand loosened, his body falling to the ground. You took several steps back, taking a step toward the door. It was almost immediately that Lucy Gray ran to Coriolanus’ arms, pulled tightly into his chest.

Spruce stared down at Billy Taupe, the deaths having been enough for him tonight to grab the guns and leave. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed the bag of artillery, turned to the stairwell's direction and ran past the blood-soaked bodies.

Coriolanus watched Spruce run out the room and out the back door. Lucy Gray tried stopping herself from sobbing from anxiety and fear, her forehead against his. He was quick to whisper something to her, barely audible over Sejanus’ sudden scream from the sight.

Whatever her love had said caused Lucy Gray to run to the door, hoping to leave. But she grabbed your hand. “(Y/n), please don’t stay here,” she whispered to you with anxious tears in her eyes. “They’ll find you if you don’t run too.”

You gazed at her for several seconds before Coriolanus grabbed her shoulder and pulled her with him, giving you one last look. It was a mix of discomfort and anger that you couldn’t understand why he felt. The second emotion is the most confusing. But nonetheless, you stay silent as the door closes behind the couple.

You take deep breaths, hoping the bloody mess and violent night wouldn’t cause you to cry so suddenly. As little as you liked Billy Taupe, part of you still felt disturbed at the sight. You knew him for so long that you couldn’t help being a little grief stricken.

You push that idea into the back of mind and turn to Sejanus, who had fallen into loud sobs from panic.

“Sejanus, listen to me,” you say suddenly, turning to the sobbing man. His breath came out in sudden coughs and hiccups, his sobs growing quick as he mumbled.

Sejanus held his balled fists against the sides of his head, muttering continuously to himself. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, no one was supposed to get hurt,” he whispered.

“It’s going to be fine; everything is fine!” You say quickly trying to calm yourself and him down. You took his hands into yours, hoping the contact would calm him. But it didn’t even help you, your hands still shook from nerves from the sudden deaths.

“No, no! They’re going to find us!” He sobbed again, trying to pull away. It was almost like your words from earlier finally struck him, the gravity of the situation setting in once Mayfair and Billy Taupe were dead.

“Sejanus, look at me,” you exclaim and turn his head to look at you. His reddened eyes looked down at you with fear, sniffles following his sobs. His lips had gone back in a grief filled sneer, showing his teeth as he tried pulling back from you.

He tried staying still and fearless for what you needed to say but his body trembling in your hands was obvious. “Everything is going to be fine,” you hesitate to speak again, and you didn’t know how much of that was true.

The peacekeepers were unnecessarily willing to become violent, the blood they were willing to stain their hands with might as well be medals in their eyes. If they found anyone that had been in the room now or earlier, who knows what could happen to anyone. Maybe their eyes would be lost first so they could never see their lovers or their teeth to never speak to them again. You pushed the idea away hastily.

The iron smell of Mayfair and Billy Taupe’s blood seemed to scare Sejanus more than anything, their bodies always there, even if he couldn’t see it. “I’ll take care of you, and we’ll leave,” you suggested. Sejanus sat on the chair at the desk behind him. Sobbing into his hands.

The way he sobbed grew painful to hear, it was like he was trying to cry hard enough his throat would never recover. And that’s what a surprising amount of people did. But you didn’t want Sejanus to be one of those people that fell into such a deep pit of despair in haste.

“We’ll leave for the lake house, and they’ll never find us,” you assure, as if it would actually happen. He hesitantly reached up to grab onto your clothes, bring you against him and resting his head against your shoulder, sobbing with surprising aggression.

You tense at the sudden touch, slowly relaxing as his cries were muffled by the cloth covering your skin. Your hands gently touched Sejanus’ upper back, feeling his shoulders rise and fall with sudden vigour every couple seconds.

“I don’t want to die,” Sejanus mumbled, his hands almost clawing at your back from grief. You nod and gently pet the back of his head.

“You won’t. We won’t,” you say again. Part of that pledge meant to keep you sane. You knew so little about things like this, events like this, and only time could tell the future.

Sejanus’ breath calmed slightly when you brought yourself to speak again.

“I can’t do much when you have to go back to base, alright?” You state and hold his head to your chest, keeping him against you. Sejanus’ hands had gone to your back, grasping the fabric of your clothes with horrid desperation. “I can take you home but you’re on your own after that.”

Sejanus’ nose peeked over your shoulder; the tip of his reddened nose was almost as bright as his teary eyes. You slowly pulled him from your shoulder, looking him in the eye. “We have to go. There’s only so much time we have until people will see us,” you whisper to him, pulling him to his feet.

He reluctantly followed you as you carefully stepped around the bloody puddles from the lovers' bodies. You held your breath as you slowly walked past them, feeling like if you left out one single breath meant they would grab you or come back to life.

Sejanus did something similar, refusing to look at the corpses. You, on the other hand, caught a glimpse of Mayfair. The skin in her hands had grown pale, the only reason the red in her cheeks hadn’t left was because of the blush put on earlier that day.

Your eyes went back to the stairway, keeping your mind on where you should be going and not what is making you leave. The aggressive scent of iron filled your nose, reminding you that they were there no matter if you didn’t think or see them. They were there no matter what.

Sejanus was the first to go up the stairs, the tapping of his shoes filled the silence as he stepped into the dark hall. You took one last look at the orange lit room, holding your friends' belongings. The long shadows of the Covey’s instrument cases reminded you they’d eventually find the bodies; Lucy Gray can only hold them away from the room for so long before they have to get their things.

“(Y/n)?” Sejanus called from the doorway. Your mind went blank and looked back up at him, the dark night outside drew his figure down the steps. You don’t say anything as you follow him up.

The deep blue night hung over you both like a satin sheet, the stars unable to be seen with the -almost orange- street lights shining down on you. Sejanus’ sniffling was still audible from him. His trembling still found in your hand holding his. You trembled too, out of fear, sadness, and hope oddly enough. You wouldn’t allow Sejanus’ spirit to follow Mayfair and Billy Taupe so soon. No, you’d find a way to take him home, no matter if that wasn’t a home he had ever been to.

The darkness enclosed you both, the only thing bringing his figure to your eyes was the orange lamp light, shining long shadows behind you as you walked. Eventually, you sat on a nearby bench, making him sit to calm down again.

His breath slowed to a normal pace, occasionally stopped by sniffles. Your hand was still on his head, held against your shoulder. Of course, you couldn’t be sure the peacekeepers wouldn’t find you.

A final kiss was placed against Sejanus’ temple, his body loosening in your arms, but the desperation in his hold never left your arms.

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I'm so sorry it took so long to get back to you. I kept going back and forth on what I should have written since I couldn't think of anything. A bit OOC, again, so sorry. My tbosas masterlist

[kitasgloves]

"Follow You"

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— ♬ "So you can drag me through hell. If it meant I could hold your hand"

— ♬ Tendou x Reader, timeskip, SFW, gen reader, established relationship, brief mentions of stalking, no beta

The afternoon was cloudy with the pavement still freshly soaked from rainfall. Tendou Satori knew he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be walking down this path, he shouldn't be wasting his time like this, and most of all he shouldn't be following you. Well, he was technically stalking you but he doesn't want to be honest with himself. In his defense, this only happened today and he doesn't intend any harm. He could explain that he's only keeping an eye on you, making sure you're safe. He could argue that he has the right to do this because you were his. But his eyes linger on you for more than that reason alone.

His head was haunting him and his heart felt like a ghost. He needs to feel something 'cause he's still so far from home. Tendou hopes you'll cross your heart and hope to die, promise him you'll never leave his side. When you meet each other for lunch the following day, Tendou doesn't mention how he followed you home yesterday. He didn't intend on repeating it so he thinks it's unnecessary to bring it up.

"And then she said-"

You were talking miles per minute and Tendou just listened to you with a loving look in his eye. He could listen to you blabber about the most absurdest things and he'll be beyond contented. Tendou adored everything you did beyond what a normal person would consider. You could consider him obsessed and he won't shy away from that fact. Tendou knows the things that made you smile down to all of the things that make you tick. He knows what makes you laugh and what makes you crinkle your nose in disgust. He knows the flavors you hate and love. He even knows the toothpaste you use. He knows everything that you're willing to put out there.

Tendou found it wild to imagine that he managed to find someone who loves him for how he is, it would be foolish to let you slip away. Ever since he asked you to go to prom with him back in high school, you stuck with him. You stayed with him even after college. You stayed with him despite his flaws. You took him into your arms with no room for hesitation, even if people told you how weird he was, and even if the world showed you how he's not good for you. You got him on his knees he's your one-man cult. Tendou crosses his heart and hopes to die, promise you that he'll never leave your side. 

The redhead has always made it his mission to express his love for you in various ways. Making you chocolates, lending you his clothes, dancing with you in the kitchen, and singing you to sleep. Tendou made sure to reassure you that there was nobody else that made his heart beat so hard that it would break out of his ribcage. He looks at you with a tender stare and a gleam in his eye, 'cause he's telling you you're all he needs. He promises you you're all he sees. He'll never leave.

"Are you sniffing my shirt?"

You enter the room with an amused smirk. Tendou pauses brings your shirt down from his nose and cracks a grin at you through the doorway.

"And what if I am? What are you gonna do about it?"

"I dunno, punish you?"

"Don't you think I'm already punished enough with your obnoxious elephant snoring?"

"Hey! I don't snore!"

You pout as you throw a pillow at him that you grabbed from the bed. Tendou cackles and discards your shirt on the floor to sprint at you at full speed, you squealed as he scooped you in his arms and attacked you with pecks and kisses. You burst into a fit of giggles even if he went in to bite your right cheek. The two of you decided to spend the afternoon in bed watching a movie and cuddling under the sheets. The film was one of those typical zombie apocalypse ones.

"Satori, would you love me even if I get turned into a zombie?"

"Yeah, I'll even let you bite me"

"Well, that's stupid"

"Huh? Do you want me to keep you around my house and feed you dead humans until I die?"

"Babe, what the hell?"

You laugh at him and he joins. Tendou thinks back at the conversation at the end of the movie, everything he said was serious but he had a feeling you knew that already. He wasn't even trying to hide how he adores you uncontrollably. And he likes it when you say nothing about it and just let him do his thing. Come and sink to him and let him breathe you in. He'll be your gravity, you'll be his oxygen. So dig two graves 'cause when you die, he swears he'll be leaving by your side.

"Happy anniversary, Satori!"

Tendou gasps when you hand him homemade chocolates that you managed to hide from him. He grins from ear to ear and goes to kiss you on the lips before pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace. He opens the box and sniffs the saccharine scent of the chocolates, he pops one in his mouth and all the flavors melt on his palate.

"Baby, this is delicious! Dare I say better than mine"

"Oh my god, really?"

"Uh-huh. Dang, I better watch out or my business is gonna die because of these chocolates"

He jests and you slap his arm with a chuckle. Tendou fetches his anniversary gift for you and hands it to you wrapped in red with a white bow. You tear off the wrapper to see an expensive black jewelry box and your breath hitches. Tendou bites his lip, a smile already erupting on his face as he watches you eagerly open the box.

"Satori, you didn't..."

"Oh yes I did, my darling"

"This...oh my god, thank you!"

You pounce at him and he laughs. You gave him a few aggressive kisses on his face before staring back at the gift he gave you. It was the necklace you've always wanted since the day you saw it in a Paris jewelry shop, you remember how you would sigh and complain to Tendou about how your life would be better if you got that necklace. You were beyond astonished that your boyfriend went out of his way to give it to you. Tears well up in your eyes.

"Now now, no need to cry, my dear! Let me help you put the necklace on!"

Tendou carefully takes the necklace and drapes it around your neck, he secures it and then kisses your left temple. You rushed to the mirror to see the necklace glimmer around your neck and swoon at your boyfriend giving you one of his loving looks. You trudge over to him and wrap your arms around his neck as he grabs your waist.

"Thank you, darling"

"Anything for you, [Name]"

You lean towards him to pull him into a quick but passionate kiss. Tendou couldn't possibly be happier. You hold onto him as he sighs softly under your gaze.

"I can't believe I managed to bag someone like you, Satori"

"I should be saying that"

"You'll do anything for me, huh?"

"You can drag me through hell if it meant I can hold your hand"

Tendou says. He will follow you 'cause he's under your spell, and you can throw him to the flames. He will follow you. And from that familiar knowing look in your eye, Tendou knows that you know he will definitely, inevitably follow you until the end of existence.

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