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misswynters · 3 months ago

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Holiday in Spain modern au

Cregan Stark x afab!reader x Jace Velaryon

[WARNING: mature/explicit (minors dni) 18+, kissing, touching, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving)

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The sun was beginning to set as the plane touched down in Málaga, casting a warm, golden hue over the Spanish coastline. You, Cregan, and Jace had been planning this holiday for months, eager to escape the daily grind and bask in the beauty of the Costa del Sol.

As the three of you stepped out of the airport, the balmy evening air greeted you, a pleasant change from the dreary weather back home. Cregan, ever the planner, had arranged for a rental car, and soon you were driving along the scenic coastal roads toward the villa you had rented.

“Look at that view,” you marveled, gazing out at the shimmering Mediterranean Sea. “It’s even more beautiful than I imagined.”

“Just wait until we get to the villa,” Jace said from the backseat, his excitement palpable. “The photos online looked incredible.”

When you arrived at the villa, it was everything you had hoped for and more. Nestled on a hillside, it offered stunning views of the ocean, with a spacious terrace, a private pool, and elegant, modern interiors. The three of you quickly settled in, eager to start your vacation.

That evening, after a delicious dinner of local tapas and a few glasses of wine, you retired to the terrace to watch the sunset. The sky was ablaze with colors, a breathtaking end to a perfect day.

Cregan leaned on the railing next to you, his eyes on the horizon. “This place is amazing,” he said softly. “I’m so glad we decided to come here.”

“Me too,” you agreed, turning to look at him. The setting sun cast a warm glow on his features, highlighting the lines of his strong jaw and the intensity of his eyes. You felt a flutter in your chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Jace joined you on the other side, his presence adding to the comforting warmth. “It’s perfect,” he said, his voice soft. “Couldn’t have asked for better company either.”

As the last light faded, the atmosphere between the three of you shifted. The air grew thicker, charged with an unspoken tension. Cregan moved closer, his arm brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you. Jace’s hand gently touched your back, his fingers tracing small circles that sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” Cregan murmured, his voice low and husky.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. “Do what?”

He turned to face you fully, his gaze locking onto yours. “This,” he said, leaning in slowly.

Your breath hitched as he drew closer, his face inches from yours. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of you in the quiet night. You could feel the heat radiating from both of their bodies, the promise of something more lingering in the air.

Cregan's lips hovered just a whisper away from yours, his breath mingling with your own. Jace's hand slid from your back to your waist, pulling you closer to both of them. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, every nerve in your body alive with anticipation.

Just as Cregan's lips were about to meet yours, Jace's voice broke the silence, his tone deep and filled with longing. “We’ve waited long enough,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

The sudden sound of a door creaking open inside the villa shattered the moment. You all jumped back, the tension hanging in the air as the spell was broken. Cregan's eyes, still dark with desire, met yours, and then flicked to Jace's.

"We should probably check that out," Cregan said, his voice tinged with frustration.

You nodded, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. "Yeah, we should."

The three of you headed inside, the charged atmosphere lingered, the promise of what could have been hanging in the air.

As you three looked for the source of the noise throughout the house, there was a small noise coming from the kitchen. Meow.

It was a cat, that was the source what scared the living crap out of you. You pointed with your finger at the small creature, looking over at cregan and jace.

“It was a cat” you said with a slight distaste. It had ruined the whole moment. And you didn’t know when it could come again. Stupid cat.

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It was a beautiful summer day in at the beach, the sun shining brightly over the golden sands of the beach. You, Cregan, and Jace had decided to enjoy the warm weather and the serene beauty of the Mediterranean coast. The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, mingling with the laughter of children and the distant hum of conversations. Though surprisingly there was no one around.

You had chosen a particularly revealing swimsuit for the occasion, a sleek, form-fitting piece that left little to the imagination. As you emerged from your beach hut, adjusting the straps and smoothing the fabric over your curves, you could feel the eyes of your companions on you. Jace's gaze lingered over your body, and you noticed the way he subtly adjusted himself, trying to hide the growing bulge in his swim trunks. Cregan, standing beside him, chuckled softly at his friend's reaction, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Enjoying the view, Jace?" Cregan teased, nudging him with his elbow.

Jace blushed but didn't look away. "Can you blame me?" he muttered, his voice thick with admiration.

You walked over to them, a playful smile on your lips. "Are you two ready to hit the water?" you asked, your tone light and teasing.

Jace cleared his throat and nodded, his eyes still fixed on you. "Absolutely."

The three of you made your way down to the water's edge, the hot sand shifting beneath your feet. The cool, refreshing waves lapped at your ankles as you stepped into the sea, the water a welcome relief from the heat of the sun.

You waded in deeper, the water rising to your waist, then your chest, until you were fully submerged, only your head and shoulders visible above the surface.

Cregan and Jace joined you, splashing and laughing as they played in the water. The sun glinted off their wet skin, highlighting the strong, lean muscles of their bodies. You couldn't help but admire them, the way they moved with such confidence and ease. As you swam and played, you could feel their eyes on you, a constant, heated presence that sent shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the water.

After a while, you all made your way back to the beach, lying down on the soft towels you had spread out on the sand. The sun beat down on you, warming your skin as you relaxed, feeling the tension melt away from your muscles. Cregan lay beside you, his hand resting casually on your thigh, while Jace stretched out on your other side, his arm draped over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

"How about some dessert?" Cregan suggested after a while, propping himself up on one elbow. "There's an ice cream stand just up the beach."

You nodded eagerly. "That sounds perfect."

The three of you made your way to the ice cream stand, the tantalizing smell of sweet, creamy treats filling the air. You browsed the selection, your eyes lighting up when you spotted your favorite flavor. You ordered a cone, the rich, velvety ice cream swirled high and topped with a cherry.

As you walked back to your spot on the beach, you couldn't help but notice the way Cregan and Jace watched you, their eyes dark with desire. You took a slow, deliberate lick of your ice cream, savoring the taste. The action was innocent enough, but the way you did it, the way your tongue flicked over the creamy surface, made it seem almost provocative.

Cregan's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you, a predatory gleam in his gaze. You glanced over at Jace, who was staring at you with an intensity that made your heart race. You could feel the tension building between the three of you, a palpable heat that had nothing to do with the sun.

Jace was the first to act, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your neck. His lips were warm and gentle, sending a shiver down your spine. You tilted your head to give him better access, your breath hitching as his kisses grew more passionate. His hands roamed over your body, caressing your skin with a reverence that made you ache for more.

Cregan moved closer, his eyes locked on yours as he knelt in front of you. He began to kiss your thighs, his lips trailing a path of fire over your sensitive skin. You gasped, your hand tangling in his hair as he lifted one of your legs to his shoulder, his mouth working its way higher and higher until he reached the edge of your

The sensation was driving you insane, a delicious blend of pleasure and anticipation that left you trembling.

Cregan's grip tightened on your thigh as he began to lap at your core through the thin fabric, his tongue flicking over your most sensitive spot with expert precision. He hummed in satisfaction, the sound vibrating against your skin and sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Meanwhile, Jace continued his assault on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he left love bites in his wake. His hands slid under your swimsuit, teasing and stroking your breasts until you were writhing between the two of them, lost in a sea of sensation.

Cregan's tongue worked its magic, his movements growing more urgent as he felt you getting closer to the edge. He sucked and licked with a ferocity that left you gasping for breath, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you tried to hold on.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to sweep you away completely.

Jace's kisses became more frantic, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive hunger. He nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "Let go, love. We've got you."

And with that, you did. The orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body arching off the sand as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Cregan's tongue never stopped, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy until you were left trembling and spent.

As you came down from your high, Cregan and Jace held you close, their hands soothing and comforting as you caught your breath. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the beach.

The three of you lay there, tangled together in a blissful heap, the sound of the waves lulling you into a state of contentment.

Eventually, you sat up, feeling a bit dazed but incredibly happy. Cregan and Jace helped you to your feet, their hands gentle and protective. You glanced at them, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Best holiday ever," you said, your voice filled with genuine joy.

Cregan chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I'd have to agree."

Jace grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Let's make sure we do this again."

And as the three of you walked back to your beach house, the sun dipping below the horizon, you were anticipating more.

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banner: @cafekitsune

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debonairprincesposts · 9 days ago

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Lost focus (He’s too pretty)

Summary: Reader has an exam to study for and only has a few hours to cram everything in their brain. Distractions are a thing so reader decides that enlisting Jason’s help might work. It doesn’t

Words: 1.1k

Wrote this one myself. ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

Can you tell how much I like him?

This was way more challenging than you thought it would be. You had a couple of chapters left with barely enough time to complete them. If! And only if, you got your shit together, rubbed them two brain cells, and forced yourself to push through, you might succeed. You could do it if you really put your mind to it, but

You just can’t focus.

Your phone was right side up right next you, and you can’t help but glance at it every time the screen lit up.

Gasp!

You just got an amazing idea!

It might just be genius.

Maybe Jason can help.

Jason, your hubby, your guardian Angel, your strong teddy bear, your sweetheart, the love of your life, the-

Okay-

You’re getting off track. Where were you?

Oh yes! Maybe Jason can help you keep your focus.

You get off your desk, stretch a bit cuz you been on that chair since like-… Wait…., what time even is it.

You glimpsed at your clock above your door, and-

Gasp!

Holy crap!

You’ve been get distracted for over an hour!

Realizing the amount of time you just wasted daydreaming, it cemented the fact that you absolutely must get Jason to keep track of you and act as your pretty, beautiful, breathtaking, delightful, sexy-

Whoa- best to keep it family friendly.

You just need him! Period!

And so, you venture out of your room and into the harsh, chaotic environment that resides outside your door that you haven’t seen in years -ahem- a few hours.

Jason was just chillin’ on the couch in the living room reading a book that he’d been wanting to catch up on since forever, it’s a rare day off.

You arrive at the entrance of the living room and pause, your gaze wandering in search of him.

Huzzah!

Lover has been spotted!

Now to plot a dramatic entrance and maybe hope to startle him.

(You know he heard you from the moment you left your room, but you like to delude yourself into thinking that you might be able to sneak up on him)

You stomp your way into the living room and stand just a few feet away from the entrance-

He noticed you making your way in and opened his beautiful mouth with pretty soft, glossy lips that you could just bite-

Whoa- family friendly remember?

-to ask if you needed anything.

You then announce,

“Beloved! I have encountered a dilemma and require your assistance!”

Jason looks at bit surprised at your use of fancy talk then chuckles, “Sure thing, chipmunk. What do you need?”

You now lose your nerve and just revert back to normal talk, totally not because you lack the proper vocabulary to talk like a person out of a fantasy novel, definitely not.

It’s not!

Anyway!

Where were you? Ah, right. You were about to converse with this divine being you call your boyfriend, who has graced your life with his presence and brought nothing but good fortune and love, and ask for his help.

He looks at you expectantly, closing his book after bookmarking it, and waits for you to answer.

His eyes are pretty as he looks at you. Like a swirl of green in a bottomless ocean that would just absolutely drown you, from love or something else you don’t know, you don’t mind either. If he points his gun at you and shoots, you might just thank him for it.

Damn.

You’re a simp.

He’s still waiting for you to speak.

Okay! Not the time to have realizations about yourself! Concentrate!

You clear your throat, “I just need you keep track of me while I study so I don’t get distracted.” You take a deep breath to compose yourself and not drift back to thinking about how his thighs could-

WHAO!! ABORT! ABORT!

He gives you a nod to encourage you to finish what you wanted to say. Honestly, bless his heart. His patience is eternal. Especially if he has to deal with you. A million topics at a time with no momentary focus whatsoever.

You take another deep breath, “I’m getting really distracted and really need you to keep me focused and just watch me to make sure I get things done. Can you help me?” You look down as you fiddle with the strings of your hoodie. Why is it so embarrassing to ask for his help. Maybe cuz it feels like a godly creation such as himself shouldn’t be doing dumb things just to appease a feeble mortal like you. How you bagged someone like him is beyond you.

“Sure, chipmunk. I don’t mind.” He smiled. Oh, my god. It’s too bright. You stare. You think you’re getting blinded by how brightly he shines.

What’s that noise?

Oh, he’s snapping his fingers in front of your face. He looks concerned. Oh no. You made Angel upset. Damnit! Think fast!

“Sweetheart?” He asks, “You with me?” He’s slightly frowning in worry. The light from the living room window highlights his hair and makes his high cheekbones more pronounced. His hair looks really shiny and fluffy too. You just wanna touch it.

So you do.

You reach out a hand towards his head as he looks at you with concern mixed in with confusion. You run your fingers through his hair, you then start petting it.

Mmm. Fluffy.

Realization makes its way across his face. He snorts, then lets out a short laugh. If that’s the last sound you hear before you die, then you can die happy. “Is that why you wanted me to help?” He smirks, “Can’t keep track of your attention?” He’s not pulling away, so you guess he’s enjoying your little pets.

“Uhh,” how dignified, “Yeah, n-no. I can’t.”

He smiles again at your stutter, you’re so cute. His smile seems brighter than your future, your heart might just give out at this point, “Alright. Let’s get you back to studying, yeah?”

He gives a kiss on the forehead before he turns you around, gently grabs you by your shoulders, and starts walking you back to your room.

As you enter, he nudges you towards your desk while he takes a seat on your bed.

He claps twice, “Chop chop, Chipmunk! Time to focus.” He then brings out a different book outta nowhere. Where was he hiding that? “I’ll be right here the whole time. Time to get to it, sweets.”

You nod in determination while give him a salute. He chuckles at your response as he lays back on your pillows while you turn back to your desk to try and get things done.

…..

You can hear him slowly breathing on your bed, the rustling noises that his clothes make when he moves to adjust himself, the flip of the paper from the book he’s reading. You took a glimpse at him from your peripherals. He looks ethereal in his fitted shirt and baggy sweatpants.

Yeah, you’re definitely failing your exam.

I think I have adhd…..

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papiliotao · 1 year ago

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꒰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 ✩࿐

pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader

content: fluff, fluff, and more fluff, scaramouche is referred to as kunikuzushi, established relationship, makeup

summary: after noticing that your boyfriend’s eye makeup is more or less flawless, you ask him to test his skills on you.

a/n: this is what happens when you let me brainrot with @ilyuu for too long hehe... the scara brainworm has worked its way into my head. this is a cry for help.

“Hold still,” Kunikuzushi mumbles under his breath as he leans in towards you. With steady hands, he brings an eyeshadow brush up to your face, carefully placing the end of it against one of your eyelids. You have to stop yourself from flinching as the sensation of the bristles touching your face sends shivers down your spine.

“You’re moving an awful lot,” he reprimands you. A frown spreads across your boyfriend’s features. “Don’t blame me if you end up looking like an absolute idiot.”

Upon hearing his words, you have to force yourself to stifle a giggle. Kunikuzushi has a rather sharp tongue, but at times, even his irritated guise isn’t enough to conceal his love for you. Every single one of his emotions is displayed on his face for you to see, appearing as clear as a cerulean sky on sunny summer days. An entire rainbow array of sentiments is painted across his features.

Your proximity to him makes it easy for you to discern each feeling — after all, you’re so close to him that you can practically count all his eyelashes — so instead of focusing on the feeling of Kuni doing your makeup, you try to focus on him.

Porcelain skin tinted a very subtle shade of bubblegum pink at his cheeks; eyes that are filled with oceans of allure, adoration, and enchantment, containing a glint that speaks of the most mystifying secrets of the universe; and messy strands of hair reminiscent of the night sky framing his face make your pulse race erratically. The feeling of his breath tickling your skin only adds to the elation that threatens to make your heart burst.

It’s undeniable that Kunikuzushi is pretty — no, absolutely breathtaking — from any distance. After all, you had spent what felt like eons admiring him from afar before you could muster the courage to talk to him. However, up close, he is ethereal. Every single one of his features entices you, causing an entire sea of affections to flood your heart, overrunning it with feelings of unadulterated bliss.

As you stare at him in a daze, your gaze gravitates towards his lips. Although it’s difficult for you to look down due to the eyeliner pencil he just picked up tickling the edges of your eyes, you still manage to see them in the margins of your vision. His lips look so soft and plush, coloured a coral hue in stark contrast to his snowy complexion. They look so tempting. You feel a strong urge to kiss them — an urge that only intensifies as he subconsciously chews on his bottom lip as he concentrates hard on perfecting your makeup.

Your actions go entirely unnoticed by your boyfriend, or at least, you think they go unnoticed. He’s too focused on doing your eyeliner, quietly muttering a string of swears under his breath as his hand shakes. It seems like he’s nervous for once. You assume it’s because this is probably the first time he’s doing makeup for someone other than himself.

No matter how indifferent he acts on the outside, Kunikuzushi cares about you enough to become a mess on the inside when he’s doing something for you. It’s endearing in a strange sense.

With one final stroke, Kuni pulls back in order to admire his work. A small smirk adorns his features as he fixes his gaze upon you. Even though your boyfriend has moved, your eyes are still glued to his lips.

“Not bad,” he says. The galaxies of indigo swirling within his irises seem to glow brighter the longer he stares at you. It’s obvious he’s undeniably enamoured. He adores every aspect of your being. Kunikuzushi loves you down to every last detail, and right now, he’s especially enchanted by your eyes.

Slowly, Kuni’s face inches toward your own. His stare remains fixated on the corners of your eyes, which are tinted with dusk red eyeshadow reminiscent of his own makeup.

Before you know it, his lips softly press against your face, just barely grazing one of the areas he had just finished applying makeup to. Although no words are exchanged, you know what he’s trying to say.

You look absolutely divine.

When he finishes, he moves in once again. However, this time, he goes for your lips. Kuni slowly closes the distance between the two of you, narrowing the gap that separates you from him until you can feel his warm breath fanning your skin. He stops right before you kiss to gently caresses your cheek.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring earlier,” Kuni whispers slightly breathlessly, although in the moment, that phrase sounds slightly hypocritical. His gaze is locked on your lips, almost as if he doesn’t dare to look away.

Little by little, the final inch of space between you diminishes, and you are met with the sensation of a pair of warm lips against your own.

The kiss is magical. It feels like something out of a fairytale. Butterflies run rampant in the pit of your stomach as you relish in the softness of his skin against yours, and for a second, you picture yourself in a dream. A dream where the rest of the world is forgotten, and all that exists is you and your lover.

thank you for reading! please consider reblogging/commenting if you enjoyed this!

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celestialbeing2 · 9 months ago

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daffodils.

a finnick odair x fem!reader story

summary - as the flowers were blooming, so did your anxiety. why? a household slip up. it happens to the best of us. lucky for you, there is only one other person in district four that can calm your nerves.

warnings - not the best grammar, not proofread (fluff!)

maybe it was just you allergies getting the best of you. or was it seasonal depression? no that's not likely. either way a wave of anxiousness had hit you. hard.

it was about that time in district four. the flowers were blooming, and the sky and water were a breathtaking shade of blue. the district filled with vibrant colors. spring made its way. and you weren't here for it.

on these days when you weren't feeling 100%, you would find your designated "comfort spot". it was a small patch just large enough for you to lay down without feeling suffocated. the patch gave you the best view of the sea. it was also surrounded by yellow daffodils. it was all far too amazing for the eyes.

as you made your way over to your patch, your chest felt heavy. thoughts were swirling around in your head and it was extremely hard to process one complete thought. you felt sticky from the sweat beads on your forehead. even though there was a strong breeze that day, you still managed to sweat buckets. the tears rolling down your cheeks could have also played a factor in the stickiness.

you weren't really sure what exactly happened, but the last thing you remember is dropping a vase. not just any vase, it was a family heirloom. before anyone in your home got the chance to figure out the source of the crash, you were out the house. to say you were nervous from the potential outcomes of the accident was a understatement.

as you finally got to your patch and sat down, your focus was on the ocean. the serene waves made you feel slightly better. but hearing the waves crash immediately brought the nervousness back. you tried to redirect your focus on the small insects around you, but the buzzing of the bees made you think of how your ears rung after the crash.

the ocean and the animals were checked off of your fixate list. that left the plants. in front of you was a collection of flowers. bu the daffodils caught your eye the most. some were white, some were yellow, while some were both. you love daffodils. they only bloom once a year, and they only live for a few weeks. so you have to soak in their beauty for as long as you possibly can.

however, the footsteps behind you snapped you back into reality. who could even be out here? no one knows about your little spot. no one besides...

"mr. odair" you said, turning your head around slowly. not ready to meet his sea-green eyes. his stare could be too intense sometimes. nonetheless, you loved it.

"no need to be formal with me, honey" he replied, squeezing his way into your area. you adored the pet-names he gave for you. the way they rolled off of his tongue made you love him more day by day.

once finnick sat down, the silence between the two of you grew louder. you stared at the daffodils on your fingertips, while finnick looked straight ahead at the sea. he has always had a desire to be around the sea. no wonder why hes the best fisher you know.

before you could fill in the silence, he jumped in. "why are you out here? i stopped by our home to see if you were busy but when your mother told me you were gone i was extremely worried. is everything okay?" he said, positioning himself to face you with his classic big doe eyes. this time they were glassy, as if he was about to cry. he truly was worried.

"sorry. i broke something and i just panicked. i thought i was done for. you know how my mom gets sometimes. i just acted impulsively, i didn't mean to hurt you." you answered him. you probably were too focused on finding the rights rather than on him, because he was in a different position, with something in his hands.

his fingers were moving quickly, weaving something together. you couldn't see what it was. his hands are always at work in some way. that wasn't new to you. what was new to you was his sudden vulnerability. he quickly wrapped up making the thing that was in his hands. he held it out to you.

it was the stems of the daffodils in front of you. they were tied into a intricate pattern that resembled a headband. on the side on the band, a white and yellow flower sat on top of it.

"i know you didn't mean to hurt me. you never mean to hurt anyone. i know you. you're selfless and kind. don't take my feelings to heart. i just care about you a lot." he said, averting his gaze to the band. he then placed the band on your head.

"it fits perfectly" he said, fixing the band and smiling to himself. if only he knew how adorable he looked. his smile was large. crescent dimples were indenting his cheeks, and the soft blush over the tips of his ears and cheeks nearly made you melt.

"i..i don't even know what to say" you mumbled, grasping one of his hands. finnick lightly chuckled.

"that's fine, let me do the talking" he said proudly. he then brought your head to his lap and placed it down gently, like it was made out of glass. he didn't live up to his previous statement though. instead of him talking and you listening, you two sat in silence again. like how it was when he first came to your spot.

this silence was more comfortable. finnick and comfort mixed well together.

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bbyrin · 1 year ago

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i could stay right here and burn in it all day

✯ pairing: rin itoshi x fem reader

✯ notes: repost from my main blog @/pussydrunkfyodor!! inspired by this post by @kentoangel that immediately made me think of rin :')

✯ warnings: beach sex, prone bone, risky places (kind of), fingering, creampie, pet names (gorgeous, darling, beautiful)

✯ wc: 1.2k

“Rin, honey, I know what you’re trying to do,” you sighed as he sat next to you on your beach towel, grazing his fingers up and down your back.

He just laughs to himself. “I’m not doing anything at all. Am I not allowed to admire the view?”

The sky was painted with swirls of pink and orange as the sun approached the horizon, appearing to sink into the gleaming, cerulean ocean that lapped at the warm sand. That was the view that Rin should’ve been enjoying, but instead, his eyes were glued to you. You were laid on your stomach, head resting on your arms and eyes closed as you inhaled the salty air and relished in the heat. Since the two of you had stumbled upon the secluded beach cove, you had shed your bikini top to avoid tan lines. Which meant that you were laid out, almost completely naked save for the skimpy bottoms that remained tied in loopy bows at your hips. It was driving Rin fucking crazy.

Rin knew he should’ve been appreciating the surreal beach sunset that looked like a Monet painting come to life, but it was impossible to ignore how his cock ached in his swim shorts. The curve of your ass and how the moist skin of your bare back glistened in the orange glow was infinitely more mesmerizing than any scenic view ever could be.

“Can I put some sunscreen on your back?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle in your tote bag.

“The sun is setting, my love,” you mumbled from where your face was buried in your arms.

“You can never be too safe.”

You only sighed as you heard the click of him popping the cap open, and the wet sound of him rubbing the sunscreen between his hands. You shivered a bit as the cool substance came into contact with your toasty skin, but were quickly warmed by Rin’s palms massaging it into your back. It felt heavenly having Rin’s strong, callused palms firmly but gently digging into your skin, working out all the places you didn’t even know you were tense.

You almost got completely lost in the feeling, letting out little groans of pleasure, until you felt his hand wandering towards your lower back, finally coming to cup your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, abandoning your massage to squeeze the soft fat.

“Rin,” you groaned. He was so predictable – but he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault you were so breathtaking the thought of being inside you was always at least somewhere in his mind.

Soon his hand was slipping into your bikini bottoms, and you didn’t stop him as he traced your slit with his fingers. When the feeling disappeared, you thought he had changed his mind, opting instead to just lay with you, but then you heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting onto his fingers. Finding their way back, he was grazing against your slit again before using two digits to spread you open, prodding at your hole with his middle finger. When you didn’t object, only sighed contentedly, Rin slid one inside you. He was surprised to find you already wet enough to slide in all the way to his knuckle, smirking at how little he had to do to turn you on. He slowly dragged it in and out of you, eliciting small whines and groans from your lips.

Rin’s other hand slipped past his own waistband to grip his hardening cock as he added in a second finger inside you, syncing both movements of his hands together. You groaned in time with each other, smiling softly at the pleasure and stretch. But Rin’s self-control was waning. You knew him well, so it didn’t surprise you when your hole was left empty as he climbed on top of you, leaning down to kiss up the warm skin of your back, towards your neck.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Rin whispered as he approached your ear, unconsciously rubbing his trapped hard-on against your ass.

“Hello, Rin,” you giggled, wiggling your hips to give him some friction, making him grunt.

After shoving his waistband down to free himself, lithe fingers pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, touching you once again. The gentle sound of the waves hugging the shore threatened to lull you to sleep, but his cock nestling between your slit, the head nudging your clit woke you right up. Rin rocked his hips slowly between your lips, taking his time to coat his cock in your slick before realigning himself and pushing inside you.

You weren’t afraid to let out a whine that damn ear echoed off the rocky walls that surrounded you, knowing that no one was around to hear it. His thick girth spread your cunt open wide, but the way his knees were braced against your hips kept you from spreading your legs.

Rin leaned down to kiss your neck again, smiling against your skin as his hands slid underneath you to grasp your tits that were pressed against the towel. He whispered sweet praises into your ear and massaged the fat of your chest as he slowly pushed further inside you, coaxing moans out of you until he bottomed out, hips snug against your ass.

“You okay?” he asked, remaining still to allow for you to adjust. When you nodded, he pulled out just slightly before thrusting back into you again. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”

His dark hair obscured his vision as his head fell, overwhelmed by the feeling. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario – his cock buried deep in his lover’s cunt while the setting sun illuminated their secluded beach cove, everything silent save for the sound of sex and the waves.

Building up a rhythm, he fucked into you faster and faster as his cock throbbed, encouraged by the way you clenched tight around him and moaned out his name. He hugged you close to his chest, groaning at how good you felt. “Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

“Rin,” you whimpered, hand gripping the towel tight. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending shockwaves from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“You like that, baby?” he smirked as he rutted into you, his cock dragging against your sweet spot over and over. One hand still gripping your breast, he rubbed your hard nipples between his fingers.

“Gon – ah! – gonna cum.”

Your words and whining were bringing him closer and closer to the edge, about to reach his own high. “Cum for me, darling,” he whispers, hand finding your clit and rubbing circles around it as he fucked you.

You did exactly as you were instructed, crying out and gasping as your orgasm washed over you like the salty waves, Rin fucking you through the whole thing. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own orgasm, and soon he was cumming with grunts and moans as he released inside you, painting your walls white.

Both breathless, you stayed in the same position before Rin finally gathered the energy to pull out, watching with pride as his plentiful cum and your release dripped out of you, soaking the towel underneath you.

Twilight had finally fallen, enshrouding the two of you in the approaching darkness of the night, though the moon glowed bright. Rin held you in his arms tight, head resting on his chest and smiling.

“I love you, Rinnie,” you mumbled, mind clouded by exhaustion and post-orgasm haze.

“I love you more, beautiful.”

#rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #rin itoshi x you #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #itoshi rin #itoshi rin smut #blue lock fanfiction

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fyodior · 1 year ago

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i could stay right here and burn in it all day

✯ pairing: rin itoshi x fem reader

✯ notes: inspired by this post by @kentoangel that immediately made me think of rin :') and not that it matters but i imagined rin wearing these swim shorts hehe

✯ warnings: beach sex, prone bone, risky places (kind of), fingering, creampie, pet names (gorgeous, darling, beautiful)

✯ wc: 1.2k

“Rin, honey, I know what you’re trying to do,” you sighed as he sat next to you on your beach towel, grazing his fingers up and down your back.

He just laughs to himself. “I’m not doing anything at all. Am I not allowed to admire the view?”

“Can I put some sunscreen on your back?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle in your tote bag.

“The sun is setting, my love,” you mumbled from where your face was buried in your arms.

“You can never be too safe.”

You almost got completely lost in the feeling, letting out little groans of pleasure, until you felt his hand wandering towards your lower back, finally coming to cup your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, abandoning your massage to squeeze the soft fat.

“Rin,” you groaned. He was so predictable – but he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault you were so breathtaking the thought of being inside you was always at least somewhere in his mind.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Rin whispered as he approached your ear, unconsciously rubbing his trapped hard-on against your ass.

“Hello, Rin,” you giggled, wiggling your hips to give him some friction, making him grunt.

“You okay?” he asked, remaining still to allow for you to adjust. When you nodded, he pulled out just slightly before thrusting back into you again. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”

“Rin,” you whimpered, hand gripping the towel tight. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending shockwaves from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“Gon – ah! – gonna cum.”

Twilight had finally fallen, enshrouding the two of you in the approaching darkness of the night, though the moon glowed bright. Rin held you in his arms tight, head resting on his chest and smiling.

“I love you, Rinnie,” you mumbled, mind clouded by exhaustion and post-orgasm haze.

“I love you more, beautiful.”

#rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi smut #bllk smut #rin itoshi imagines #blue lock smut #bllk x reader

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sphireath-wisp · 1 year ago

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#So Cliché!

Sypnosis: Them as classic and overused Korean Drama cliches/cliche scenes <33

Warnings: Not proofread, this is my first time writing for Obey me characters so might be OOC(?) - I didn't choose to write for specific characters in mind because it's my first time

Featuring: Multitude of characters (Obey me, Blue lock, One Piece) x GN! reader

The silence both of you strangely found comfort in was interrupted when color burst brightly, contrasting the skies' midnight hues of black and deep blue. Using the night sky as its canvas, you find yourself entranced by the symphony of sparks and light before you, craning your neck upwards to follow the firework's path as it skyrockets into the air.

Releasing the bated breath you held in eager anticipation, your lips parted and praise gets stuck like a lump in your throat. Other fireworks pierced through the sky and followed suit, the night became a stage for the choreographed waltz of colors in the sky.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, leaving a toothy grin on your face. You're left enchanted, in awe, and before you know it, a compliment slipped past your lips.

"It really is pretty."

You can barely hear the sound of their voice in the ocean of crackling crescendos, but from that soft hum, it was safe to assume that you've reached a consensus with them - a rare moment when most of your conversations consist of exchanging retorts and the occasional play-fighting.

If you were any more situationally aware, maybe you would've noticed the slight shift in their stance - touching shoulders with you, how their hand grazed yours - fingers wanting to latch onto your skin and stick to it like glue.

Their eyes glanced up at the sky, a mix of emotions swirling in them. The fireworks were impressive, enough to captivate them, but they found themselves more drawn to something else much more stunning. Their gaze was sown to you - etching the curve of your nose, the reflection in your eye, the planes of your face into their memory.

"Yes. Really pretty."

Their words - or perhaps it was the sound of their voice - soothed you. Was it strange to be happy, to feel lucky that you could share such a breathtaking yet fleeting sight with them?

Warmth enveloped your hand and their fingers intertwined with yours. You couldn't take your eyes off of the fireworks, they couldn't take their eyes off of you.

SATAN, Belphegor, Solomon Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Hyoma Chigiri, Seishiro Nagi Roronoa Zoro, Shanks, Sabo, Portgas. D. Ace, Nico Robin Any of your faves!!

Chills slithered down your spine when a particularly strong gust of wind brushed past you. You feel goosebumps forming on your arm, which you rub back and forth for any friction to generate heat. Your body becomes rigid in the cold, muscles stiffening and tensing with every step you make.

You should have foreseen this - wearing something so revealing in this weather wasn't your brightest idea. Maybe you should end this date here, maybe you should call a taxi to get you home so you won't risk freezing to death and-

"Are you okay?" Your date's voice interrupts your train of thought and you feel your cheeks flush at the idea of them looking out for you - a warmth you desperately craved. Ignoring the butterflies tickling your stomach, you nod your head and force a smile on your face.

"All good." You reassure them just in case since the look they were giving you showed that they weren't convinced in the slightest. "It's just a little cold tonight." An understatement you try to convince him and yourself to be the truth.

Their eyebrows furrowed, adjusting the pace of their steps to match a speed you are comfortable at. "If you say so," is all they muttered in response as they plastered a slight smile on their face - a smile that only encouraged you to bear with the cold and see this date until the end.

You clasped your hands together at the sensation of your fingers going numb. It felt like your body had dropped several degrees.

With a hesitant glance and finally, a sigh, your date takes off his own jacket before draping it on your shoulders. They had a firm grip on your shoulders and - despite being separated by the fabric of his jacket - you could feel the warmth emanating from the palm of his hands.

You glance back at them with widened eyes.

"Next time, don't be afraid to ask for help. I'm here for you."

They said with a chuckle, a voice smooth like honey. Noticing your cheeks - now tinted a rosy color, they only grew more fond of that shy expression on your face.

"Thank you." You were able to murmur out, crossing your arms over your chest and holding the jacket in place over your body. You feel the numbness slowly subside and your senses return.

"You're welcome," They gently hold your hand in theirs, fingers caressing your knuckles before pulling your hand up to their lips. Giving you a momentary glance to make sure you're comfortable, they lock eye contact with you, waiting for your nod of approval before placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

Lucifer, Barbatos, Simeon, Beelzebub Oliver Aiku, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Rensuke Kunigami(?), Sae Itoshi Sanji Vinsmoke, Dracule Mihawk, Shanks, Sabo Any of your faves!!

"Where the hell is it?" You curse under your breath, scrambling around your hotel room for the umpteenth time. When multiple thorough searches through your apartment leave you disappointed and empty-handed, the reality of losing your favorite shoes begins to kick in.

You repeatedly attempt to retrace your steps and hope the migraine kicking in goes away as soon as it came - where did you last see those damn shoes?

"Yo,"

The sudden voice causes you to jump; the jittery state you were in signaled multiple blaring alarms in their head.

"What's up with you?"

"I lost my favorite pair of shoes. The last time I saw them was at the beach, in the afternoon. I wore my sandals back, so I probably left them at the beach."

Cue your dramatically loud sigh and frown - an expression they disliked seeing on you.

"...It's just shoes, you can always buy another pair!" It was a poor attempt at comfort, but you could see the effort. "It'll turn up eventually. We can search for it first thing tomorrow morning, yeah?"

You nod at the offer, shoulders dropping and muscles relaxing. Despite the tension slowly leaving your body, you noticed that they didn't relax one bit. No, quite the opposite, they seemed... determined?

"I'll go get some sleep, I spent the whole afternoon rummaging through this room, so I'm exhausted." You shrug it off, you didn't have the energy to question them. "You?"

They stay silent, lips sealed shut and pressed together in a firm line "...I'll go wander around for a little."

"Oh my gosh, where'd you find them?" Your eyes sparkle at the sight of your shoes still in one piece - ignoring how sandy they were.

They sniffle slightly, their nose stuffy - perhaps it was a morning thing? "It was outside of my hotel room, you forgot it there." Lying through their teeth, they offer you a wide grin and stuff their hands into their pockets.

They watch you face-palm yourself, chuckling softly at the sight. "Thanks a lot. I'm so happy to have these back." You're too relieved to notice the way their gaze softens at you.

It's a good thing they spent most of last night searching for your shoes. Their heart dropped in their chest when they saw you stressed. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all... they have another excuse to hang around you a little longer since you'll be nursing them back to health... right?

MAMMON, LEVIATHAN, Diavolo, Beelzebub, Belphegor (spoiled brat) Rin Itoshi, Meguru Bachira Roronoa Zoro, Sanji Vinsmoke, Trafalgar D. Water Law Any of your faves!!

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warriorofthought · 11 months ago

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A Servant's Lie Destroys Love

Summary: A servant told you and your loved one that your relationship would not be approved by your father, leading to their suffering for two years and three months. Your father eventually discovered and punished the servant, then reuniting them.

Word count: 5749

Warnings: sad feelings

Father Thranduil x male reader

You are Thranduil's youngest son, you are very breathtaking. You are a strong warrior but also a very good healer. Thranduil loves you very much.

Your white hair, almost like snow or diamonds, is a rare color.

Your figure makes you attractive to everyone and you don't even notice it.

Your father Thranduil comes into your room and sees you looking disparagingly at the blue-red streak in your hair, the streak is your natural color, it comes again and again, even if you cut it out.

You watch the strand in the mirror and sigh.

"Again?" Your father comes up to you and sees you looking at the long strand.

"Again what, father?" You ask and your eyes meet through the mirror.

"That streak," he indicates it with his fingers. "Are you going to cut it out again?"

"I hate it, is my stupid white hair not enough, why does it must have this red blue strand?"

"Your white hair is enough son, the streak of red is beautiful, it's better to let it grow, it's like a flame," he puts his hand on your shoulder and adds, "Let the streak grow and add beauty and charm to your appearance, please, my son."

Annoyed you move your shoulder away from him. " I know you wouldn't understand that"

"I understand your annoyance son, just let the streak be and let the red color in it be like a flame or the sun, it looks like a star when it shines, please listen to me," he says and stands in front of you, blocking the way to the mirror.

You lean your head in your father's neck "i hate it" you mumble and the frustration is clearly heard in your voice and also the tears that try to leave your eyes.

Your father wraps his strong arms around you and kisses you on the forehead, his touch warms the chill in your heart and the tears from your eyes fall down your cheeks, Thranduil holds you close to him and says, "It's hard for me to see you crying because of this, let me see the streak."

Thranduil carefully lifts the strand of hair and studies it closely, "Hmm, this red is like fire or the sun," he says and brushes his fingers against it, "It suits you, even though you don't notice it, it has a charm when it shines and stands out among the white in the hair, the red streak seems like the red in the eyes of a predator, it will impress everyone."

"and the blue triad?"

He lowers the streak to see both colors, "The blue seems like the eyes of a deep ocean or the night sky under the moon, there is mystery, beauty and charm in this blue, and with this combination it is very unique, I have never seen such a strand before."

"Don't think to cut the streak or think it's ugly again, it will add to your charm and your white hair makes it stand out, it's fascinating and beautiful," he says, then he kisses your forehead again.

You nod slightly.

"I love you," he wraps his arms around you tightly and buries his face in your neck and you feel the strength of his love, Thranduil does not stop holding you and rubbing your hair with his fingers, "I really love you, my son," he says.

"love you too, father"

He raises his face and looks at you smiling, then he lowers his lips to your forehead and kisses you again, "Be happy and forget this nonsense about the streak, it's beautiful and you are beautiful with it," he adds.

Timeskip (You have let the strand grow for a few weeks.

Then one evening Thranduil finds you at your hidden places, after you have missed dinner and sees you have cut the strand again.)

Thranduil has a deep frown on his face, the look of his face shows his displeasure, "Again?" Thranduil says, "I asked you not to cut the streak, this red and blue is making you more spectacular and beautiful, why are you doing this?"

"i didn't promise it" you answer soft.

"I knew this would happen Son, I'm not sure why you don't see the charm of this streak, what will other elves say when they see this unique streak of yours in white hair, it's like a sun or a star," he says and kneels in front of you as he puts his hands on your cheeks and brings your face to his eyes, "I'm very angry with this son, I wanted you to see the charm of this streak."

"i hate it, i fucking hate it, I hate it so much, I hate that it reminds me of someone! " You answer frustrated and you don't even realize that you said more as you even wanted to expose.

Thranduil is startled when you swear, he has never heard this sentence from you before, "Remind you of someone?" he asks, with fear and curiosity in his voice.

Your eyes weiden slightly " no? Its not important"

Thranduil is serious and doesn't let this issue go so easily, "Who does it remind you of?" he asks more anxiously.

"its not important anymore, we are not together anymore, I'm not together anymore with this person" you say quickly.

"But you once had a relationship with this person?" he replies, looking into your eyes carefully.

You nod slightly.

"How long did the relationship last?"

His face changes and he begins to be serious and a frown spreads on his face.

" 2 years and 3 months" you mumble.

"Did he break the relationship off from you?"

He is more attentive and the expression on his face changes further.

"Who said it was a he and yes it was not me who broke up"

"This is more important than I imagined," Thranduil says, and his voice becomes sharp, "Nobody said it. But I assume it. He broke up with you, how long ago did it happen?"

You look away from him.

Thranduil becomes more serious, he grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes, "Are you still in love with him?"

You nod.

The frown on his face widens, and his voice is louder, "You are still in love with someone who left you?"

"Father, don't say it like that, that hurts." You whisper.

Thranduil's facial expression changes and he becomes soft and caring, he removes his hands from your face and wraps his arms around you, "It's obvious that I have pained you my Son, but how long has it been since he left you?"

"a year and 2 months" you answer shortly.

Thranduil stays silent, he is still surprised to know you had a relationship and now that the relationship got broke off. And that you hide it. You hide your pain and dealt with it alone.

Thranduil holds you away from him and looks at you intently, he can clearly see the pain in your eyes that you have been trying to hide, Thranduil rubs your back and says, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

He becomes more curious about what happened during these two years of love and how this relationship ended.

"Because it was not a woman, it was a male, i thought you wouldn't approve of it" you mumble small.

Thranduil is really surprised by this sudden twist, he didn't expect that at all, yet he understands and nods briefly, "I understand, you thought I wouldn't approve of the relationship, but Son, why didn't you tell me that he broke up with you? I would have understood you."

"i don't know, i just felt suddenly so alone and i didn't know what to do"

"My Son," Thranduil's voice becomes more affectionate, he puts his hands on your cheeks and adds, "Did you feel this pain alone in the one year and two months without telling anyone? How many times did you want to talk to me or your brother Legolas and didn't?"

" I can deal with it alone, it's not so bad", you answer, you know that this is a lie.

"I don't believe a word of this," Thranduil says and looks deep into your eyes, "I never knew you have dealt with this pain for two years, my Son, you shouldn't have done this, you should have told me."

"You both were busy, really busy. You both didn't need another burden."

"What are you talking about?! You, my Son, are not a burden for me or Legolas, if you are in pain, you must tell us, we are your family and we are here to share your joy and pain."

Thranduil's concern for you grows, and he says, "I hate that you hid your pain to avoid bothering us."

You lower your head slightly.

Then Thranduils head fills with concern " Have you talked about that, to anyone, your pain, do you had anyone who had listen to you, who you had talked to?" Thranduil ask almost scared of the answer.

You remain silent, your eyes avoid those of Thranduil and you look to the side slightly, Thranduil understands that you have not spoken to anyone about your pain, and you have been dealing with everything alone, he is very upset about this.

Thranduil lifts your face to his eyes and says, "Did no one listen to your pain? No one supported you?"

"I was good at hiding it" you slightly smile.

"This is the most hurtful thing I can hear from you," Thranduil says and his voice is pained, "You have hidden your pain from me and Legolas and from everyone, you were alone in your pain? That breaks me, a father. how many times have you felt sad, angry, in pain, and no one helped you?"

"i was fine, I'm fine"

Your answer made Thranduil's face turn to sadness, he knows you are not fine and that you have been suffering for two years, he hates the idea that his son has been in pain alone throughout this time.

"You are still in pain inside," Thranduil says sadly, "How many nights you have cried to sleep and no one has wiped your tears?"

You stay silent.

Thranduil is upset now, this has caused pain to his heart, "I'm here, my Son, I love you and I'm here for you no matter what, you should have come to me to share your pain, to say that it hurts, I would have supported you, but no one was with you, how many nights have you cried yourself to sleep with no one to hug you in your misery? Who wiped your tears?"

"I was fine, there were important things to do as me."

Thranduil becomes more distressed, "No matter how much work I have, it would not be more important than my son's pain in his soul," he says, "My son, is this how you have dealt with the sadness and misery of the breakup? Alone in a corner and a heart tearing apart alone without knowing how to deal with it?"

"Don't lie to me or hide your feelings from me, this is the last time I'm asking you. Who was with you?"

"No one was there." you whisper.

Thranduil takes a deep breath, he is angry, "No one knew or heard that you were in pain? No one was there to comfort you? No one helped you in your misery?"

Thranduil's voice fills with pain and anger as he asks, "You didn't even let Legolas support you?"

"I'm fine"

"Don't you dare tell me you're fine again," he says louder, "You have been alone dealing with the breakup for two years, you have hidden everything inside you, you have cried yourself to sleep at night and no one has cared or hugged you, tell me who was there to listen to you in your misery? WHO WAS THERE WITH YOU?"

"no one was there" you snap back.

"I was alone, alone, i couldn't brother anyone, couldn't steal their happiness because i felt bad or sad"

Thranduil feels even more pain in his heart, he sees the extent of your agony as he looks at you, "You were alone in your grief and misery, you did all this alone and your tears dried by themselves and no one has given you comfort and support, and you think this is fine?"

"yes, it is fine"

"It's fine to be alone in misery and grief?"

Thranduil becomes more serious and angry, he leans forward and says, "Don't lie to me," he grabs your arms firmly and says, "Tell me, didn't you get sick of it? Didn't you miss that person? Did you really handle all this alone?"

Your breath suddenly gets stuck as your father's question hurts you, if you didn't miss your loved one.

Thranduil's grip on your arms tightens as he notices your breath catching, he realizes how pained you are by his question.

He continues, "Tell me, didn't you miss him too? Is this how you handle the loss of love, with pain? Alone in misery?"

You don't answer his question.

Then Thranduil decides to trick you. "So you don't care if he has a new partner? Probably a better one than you?"

The idea of him with a new person makes your stomach turn painfully and your heart beats rapidly, your breath catches in your throat and your face freezes, it is the first time he has mentioned this thing.

You can't stand the thought of him with someone else, but you try with all your strength to remain calm and not to panic, and to try not to show him your jealousy and pain.

"what?" You ask softly

"I'm saying that he has surely now moved on and is with another person, maybe even better than you," Thranduil adds as he waits for you to reply and to show at least some reaction.

"He wouldn't do that"

"The more time passes my Son, the more he will find someone else, and they will be happy together, this is what the reality is, he left you and there is nothing to stop him from being happy again."

Thranduil tries to see your reaction and wait for you to show jealousy or anger if you hear this thing.

But instead of anger or jealousy, Thranduil has torn your heart apart " that's not true, he still loves me, he has broken up with me, because he thinks he is not enough for a prince, like me. Because we both thought you would abandoned me" you say weak and your legs give away.

Thranduil is about to become furious and yell out loud, but he notices that the words had a great impact on you, your legs are giving way, and your voice is weak.

His attitude changes and he kneels before you, Thranduil wraps his strong arms around you and lifts your body, holding you tightly in his arms.

"He left you because he thought I would abandon you?"

Thranduil's eyes widen as rage sweeps over him, "How could he think that?"

"there was servant that talked bad about you. Talked about that you hate relationships that have the same gander. You will have cut their heads. He was so scared you would abandon me, he said it would break me to be apart from you and Legolas. I told him, we could run away, we both could live together. But he was against it, he said he was not Worthy of my love, because he is just a simple warrior.

But he cared so much about me, so so much." You finally sob under pain.

Thranduil's eyes fill with rage and he tries to remain calm, his entire body trembles and he holds you tighter, "What do these servants know about us? He said that I hate a relationship if the two are a boy or a girl?"

His voice trembles and his anger is obvious, he asks again, "He left you because he feared that we would abandon you?"

"He was a good man, father. He always cared about me, made sure I didn't exhaust myself.

We did so many things together, so beautiful things. He even helped me to take care of the injured people after the battle. I was so scared that one of the injured ones would die, that he stayed with me there. Helped me to get the things I need to heal them. He did everything for me.”

“This servant made us both scared. What he said sounded plausible, that you hated relationships with the same gender. You have slaughtered a few people because of that.”

“He felt so worthless, not Worthy enough for me to have him. He didn't think you would give him your blessing.

He cried and begged me to stop this relationship with him because it could harm me." You cry quite.

Thranduil is really surprised to hear how much he cared for you and how much he loved you, and how he helped you with the wounded people.

His anger turns to sadness and he squeezes you tighter and asks again, "If that servant didn't exist, this wouldn't have happened? You might have still been together now if it wasn't for this?"

"yeah, I'm sure you would loved him. " You mumble.

Then for a second you remember a lovely memory with your love and your sobs immediately stops and you smile softly.

Thranduil looks at you as long as you smile softly, and he sees your face lighten up when you remember this memory, he leans down to you and asks, "Will you tell me about it?"

He sees his son's pain is going away a little, and he is happy that you are smiling.

"huh? About what" you ask slightly confused.

"The lovely memory you remembered," Thranduil answers with a smile on his face, "You smiled softly when you remembered it, I would like to know what was that lovely memory that made you smile?"

You nod slowly before you with a joyful voice speak "I have told him casually in a subordinate clause that it would be nice to see the stars during the day. A few weeks later, he took me to a small stone cave and in there you could see the stars during the day. I mean, it wasn't really the stars but it was wonderful and we had a picnic." You smile dreamly.

Thranduil's face brightens as he hears your lovely memory and smiles softly, "He really loved you and you him," he says in a warm tone, "He did not let a single moment go by without making you happy."

"He always made me happy. We both were scared, I was scared at some point to tell you of him and I even feared to tell Legolas of him" you mumble sadly.

Thranduil understands that the servant's statements had affected you a lot and had made you afraid to speak, he says, "Well, that servant was a fool, they had no right to interfere in your relationship that way, they caused too much harm," Thranduil continues, "He was a good-hearted and lovely person, you should have told me and Legolas, we would have accepted him and welcomed him into our life."

"The servant is your right hand, Bararod, father. He is one of the teachers that teaches me and Legolas. The words he told were always the same with you, how should I know that this was a lie."

Thranduil is startled to hear this, he is really angry, "Bararod said that?" he continues, "Bararod, who I trusted and had near me most of the time, is the one who said that?"

The expression on Thranduil's face darkens and he looks straight into your eyes, "Did he really say that I hated people who were together with the same gender?"

"He did, he saw me and him hold hands. He told us it was disgusting, he told us you would find it disgusting."

Thranduil's eyes are filled with anger, "He said it was disgusting that you were together? He dared to say that to you?"

Thranduil's voice sounds a little louder as he feels his anger escalating, "He said I would feel disgusted by it? He said I would abandon you because of that?"

Thranduil's eyes flash with rage and he feels like he wants to take his sword from its sheath and tear Barabrod to pieces.

"he did" you mumble as your eyes start to fill with tears again.

Thranduil remains in shock for a moment and then he looks at you with intense anger in his eyes, but when he sees the tears in your eyes, his voice becomes softer, "I swear to you my son that if you had told me about him, there would have been no one to have a problem with this relationship," he says with a calm voice, "I would have accepted him and welcomed him into our family."

"I'm so sorry" you sob.

"Don't be sorry," he says softly, "You are not at fault at all, you did this because you thought that you would harm me, and you did this because of the pressure you had suffered from the servant, you were afraid to tell me about him.

I swear to you that I would have accepted him, my Son, you were wrong in this matter," Thranduil takes you tightly and holds you in his arms, "don't cry," he continues, "I'm here, my Son, I'm here for you."

"I still would have my love, if i wasn't so scared, so stupid" you whimper.

"You're not stupid, my Son," Thranduil says in an understanding and soothing voice, "I'm just upset that you thought the worst about me," he continues, "I would have accepted him, and I would have allowed you to enjoy your relationship without any pain, I swear to you, my sin, do not cry, do not think about what has happened, no one could have interfered in your life and your relationship."

"I do" you nod.

Thranduil nods with a sad face, "Do you know where he is now?"

"no, he has left Mirkwood. We... I have too often seek his present because I watched him from afar and sometimes we ran into each other in a hallway. He always had tears in eyes when I saw him, i had made it so difficult for him because I tried to speak with him, i told him we both could leave Mirkwood, nobody would find us, but he was against it. His tears hurted me so much. And then one day I couldn't find him anywhere, just a little paper in his room that told me that he left Mirkwood for my safety and that he will always love me." Silent tears leave your eyes.

Thranduil was heartbroken when he heard these words, and he couldn't hide the pain on his face, which had become dark and sad, "What is his name, my son? Your love?"

"Ithildriel"

"Ithildriel," Thranduil repeats the words to feel them, and he can't help but think about this name, "And he really left you because he feared for you, my Son? He said he would always love you, but he left you because he was afraid for your safety and did not want to hurt you?"

"He wanted to protect me, Bararod, he told us terrible things about you. He treated us that when he see us together again he would tell it to you and Bararod told us you would kill Ithildriel before my eyes, let me watch. Because you would be so angry" you mumble, your head lays on his shoulder.

Thranduil clenches his fists and his face becomes furious, "I would have killed Ithildriel? In front of you? Bararod made you think I am a monster who will kill the person you love and let you watch this?"

"i... Yeah he has. Bararod still does it, sometimes when he sees me dreaming about Ithildriel or when I'm drawing him, Bararod comes to me and tells me the terrible things you would do to Ithildriel when you would know about us."

Thranduil is really angry and his voice becomes louder and harsher, "That wretched Bararod, he said I would murder Ithildriel in front of you? And he tells you those things to scare and hurt you?"

You nod again.

Thranduil is really furious, and he squeezes you tightly in his arms, "Do you believe those lies?"

Thranduil pauses for a moment and whispers softly, "Did you believe that I was a cruel and angry man who would kill your lover, and let you watch him being killed?"

Your hands cramp around his back as you hold onto your father. " I... I..... I did"

Thranduil's heart sinks into his stomach when he hears you say this, he whispers gently and softly, "Did you believe me to be this cruel, my Son?"

His eyes are full of shock and sadness, yet he tries to stay calm, despite his deep pain, and he holds you more tightly and more lovingly, "Was that what that stupid servant made you believe about me?"

You nod slightly.

Thranduil is very silent, and his heart fills up with sorrow, "You thought I was this cruel and you couldn't tell me about you and Ithildriel," he continues, "You thought that as soon as I know about your relationship I would kill Ithildriel and let you watch him, and you feared that."

Thranduil's voice is slightly breaking as he speaks, it hurts him immensely to hear that you were afraid of him and believed that he was capable of such cruelty.

"I'm so sorry, I know now, you wouldn't do that."

"It's too late now" you cry.

"It is not too late," Thranduil whispers, holding your head gently and speaking in a soft voice, "It is not too late, and it is not your fault."

The moment Thranduil said this, he felt that you were crying more and that your whole body was shaking, he realized that you had been hurt a lot by the whole situation.

"Are you hurt a lot?" he whispers, "Do you still miss him?"

"I miss him so much, father. Every day, every second" you say and finally your last straw breaks and you cry your pain out that you hid the last two years and 3 months.

Thranduil feels your whole body shake and he presses you against his chest trying to calm your intense crying and your body's shaking, he whispers to you, "My Son, it's okay, let it all out, don't hold back your pain anymore."

He lets you cry as much as you need to and holds you tightly in his arms, he rubs your back gently, wishing to ease your pain the best he can.

After a while you fall asleep against your father.

Thranduil feels you becoming calmer and your body relaxing and no longer shaking. He notices that your breathing has become regular as well, and he decides that it is better to let you sleep peacefully in his arms, so he is just rubbing your back and looking at you while you rest on his chest.

He thinks to himself, "Poor Son, he has been hurt a lot. He has been carrying all that by himself and has been afraid to tell me for a long time."

Hours have passed and Thranduil is still holding you in his arms as you sleep peacefully. He looks at you and smiles gently as he watches you sleep peacefully, feeling happy that you have finally stopped crying, and that you are finally calmed and no longer in pain.

But as he looks at you sleeping peacefully and smiling in his arms, he starts wondering about Ithildriel, is he still thinking about you? Is he missing you? Is he missing you the way you're missing him?

The next morning comes and Thranduil sees you have fully relaxed while you slept in your sleep, your face looks healthy and peaceful unlike yesterday's tears and sadness.

Thranduil watches you and he is happy to see you without any sadness on your face. Then Thranduil gently strokes your hair with his hand, wishing to make you wake up peacefully and not be suddenly startled.

"Ithildriel?" You mumble sleepy.

Thranduil's eyes widen in shock when he hears you speak that name and he immediately stops stroking your hair, he looks at you and sees you have started to wake up but you are still drowsy. As soon as you say Ithildriel's name his heart skips a beat and he hopes there is still hope for you to reunite with him.

Thranduil's eyes become more sad, and he says in a soft voice, "No, it's not Ithildriel, it's me, Thranduil."

Your eyes flesh for a second with hurt but then they are normal again " you are still here, father"

Thranduil's heart breaks when he sees the expression of hurt reflected in your eyes for a moment, he knows how much you miss him. He nods with sadness and he answers your words, "Yes, I am still here and I will always be here for you."

"i will never see Ithildriel again, right?" You ask softly and look up at your father.

Thranduil closes his eyes for a moment, feeling his heart drop in his stomach from the pain of hearing your question, and he opens them again and speaks softly and in a sad voice, "No, my Son, I don't think we are going to see him again."

Thranduil's voice chokes with sorrow, he feels like a heavy stone is weighing down his heart now, he can't bear to think about his Son never seeing Ithildriel again.

You simple nod, accepting your sad fate.

Thranduil closes his eyes again for a moment, feeling the sadness that is weighing on his heart, and he opens his eyes again and looks at you, his eyes are full of deep pain about the fact that you will never see Ithildriel again and that you will never reunite with him, which hurts him and tears his heart. He can't bear to see you without Ithildriel.

A few days later, the servant Bararod get punished by your father and he must leave the kingdom.

Timeskip ( A few months later. Thranduil has given Legolas a task and finally he has finished it. Then Thranduil brings you almost excited to a room in the castle.)

Thranduil's face is full of excitement when he brings you into the room, but he also looks very happy and optimistic, and he has a wide smile on his lips. It looks like someone has succeeded at a very difficult and important task, and his face shows he is very happy. He looks straight into your eyes with optimism.

"Why are you so happy, father?" You ask as you walk beside him, follow him.

"I am happy because Legolas has completed the task I had assigned to him a while ago, and I am very excited about what he is going to show you and me at this moment," he answers you with a bright smile when he sees your curious eyes, "Do you want to see what we have been waiting for?"

"waiting for?" You are confused but nod.

Thranduil smiles more happily when he sees that you are curious and interested, then he turns away and opens the big door and gestures for you to go inside.

You look at him surprised, and Thranduil's face is full of excitement and hope as he looks at you, eager for you to discover the secret he has been hiding from you.

You walk inside the room, but you don't see anything.

You turn around to your father, annoying "here is nothing, why are you bringing me to a roo..m..." your breath hitches and you grasp as you see the person standing beside the door.

"Ithildriel?" You choke out.

Thranduil is standing right beside the door to witness the reunion between you and Ithildriel, his heart beats with excitement, and it is hard to keep his deep happiness from breaking down, he is very happy to see the reunion between you and Ithirdriel.

Thranduil looks at you as you see your lover standing there, his heart breaks seeing your reaction to your lover standing there, waiting for you, and you seem too happy to even recognize him. Thranduil is really happy to watch you both reunite.

"i'm dreaming? How... Ithildriel" you are so confused. You see Ithildriel smile lovely at you and step closer to you.

Thranduil smiles as he sees your face expressing surprise when you see Ithildriel, and your eyes fill with tears of joy as he takes a step closer to you, and your lover's face is also expressing the joy he feels towards you.

Thranduil's heart breaks as he watches you both become happy at the reunion, he sees you two happy together and he feels a deep sense of joy and satisfaction, his pain of losing you and your lover starts to become a deep joy.

Ithildriel grab your hands and intertwined your hands together. " Oh my God, you are here, you are really here" you huge him happy, so happy.

Ithildriel's heart is overflowing with joy, and he hugs you tightly, and both of you feel that a heavy weight that has been on your hearts has fallen and that both of you are finally happy again.

Thranduil is watching you both hugging each other in joy and he can't stop watching your faces with a smile that keeps growing wider, feeling so happy and hopeful for you and your lover.

"Ithildriel " you say lovely and look in his eyes. your hand softly move a strand of his beautiful black hair out of his face.

Ithildriel is also looking at you lovingly and the moment he sees you take a strand of hair and move it away from his face, he looks at you lovingly and he smiles with the same love and gentleness that has always been present between you and him.

"I have missed you so much, i never have forgotten you."

Ithildriel smiles as he hears your words and his eyes are filled with love again, he answers you softly, "I have also missed you so much and I have never forgotten you either, you are always in my thoughts and my heart."

#lord of the rings #the hobbit #thranduil x you #thranduil of mirkwood #thranduil x male reader #Thranduil #Thranduil father #Father Thranduil #lotr #Love #happy ending au

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shiningfremi · 11 months ago

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hi! was wondering if i could req hurt to comfort - where freminet gets injured badly and reader gets so worried that they stay by his bedside waiting for him to wake up :(?

— same anon that req fremi cuddles (can i be 🧤anon?)

freminet gets injured [hurt to comfort]

[ freminet x gn!reader, modern au ]

!! CW: descriptive injury, mention of blood !!

aww this is so endearing 🧤 anon!! :*( i love this request sm,, and i'm proud of how this turned out! enjoy~

wc: 2.8k

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you were on a picnic date with freminet on the rocky cliffside, nothing could beat the wonderful view. you two were now enjoying desert, which consisted of delicious, spongy strawberry cake, your favorite muffins, and some berry red fruit punch.

freminet was telling you all about his favorite fairy tales and myths, since you wanted to hear so much about what he liked to read. more impressively, he could tell you the entire plot, getting into the nuance of it all. you admired how his eyes lit up as he described the stories. you could listen to his voice all day, it was soothing and a bit deeper than usual as he was completely relaxed.

“and then, the two little birds had gone to follow the wind, unaware of where they would go, or what they believed in.”

“wait, that's how it ends?” your mouth was agape. “no way! i need to know what happened to them,” you huff.

“that's right, the author wanted to leave it up for interpretation,” freminet sighed.

the wind began picking up, the checkered blanket underneath you two threatening to lift up. freminet held out his arms, flattening it down.

“whew!” you held onto the hat you were wearing. “it's getting windy up here, isn't it?”

all that was left were the finished paper plates with crumbs scattered about, and the near empty juice bottles.

“indeed it is..” he hummed. “how about we clean up, then stay for the sunset?”

“that sounds amazing. let's do it!” you shine him a bright smile. the sky always looked gorgeous from the cliffside.

after you both finish packing up and loading it into the trunk of freminet's car, you eagerly take his hand in yours to check out the breathtaking sights, as the sun was already beginning to dip down, and a golden orange gleamed down on the thrashing ocean below, making it sparkle from every angle.

“alright alright, i'm coming~” he softly chuckled as you dragged him along.

once you got close enough to the edge, you gaze out into the waters, your expression full of awe. “wow..”

freminet remained silent, simply holding onto your arm, his cheeks a slight rosy pink.

the scene looked as if it were a painting that was being crafted right before your eyes.

you just had to snap a picture, so you reach into your pocket, before pulling out your wallet instead.

with a confused gaze, you think back to where you saw your device last.

“woops! i think my phone is in the car-”

suddenly, a strong gust whipped through and you lost your hold on your wallet. with a startled gasp, you reached out but it was no use, it was already flying off the edge.

separating from freminet, you hurried to get closer, then sadly peer down.

your wallet was plunging into the depths below.

“oh no.. my wallet..!” you panicked. you had a great deal of cash in there, your driver's license, your id card.. what were you going to do? you glanced at him, full of anxiety.

“it's okay y/n, i can go in and get it! there's a trail that leads down to the beach,” he pointed in the opposite direction.

“are you sure fremi? the waves seem harsh right now.”

“w-well, i've actually gone swimming here before in similar conditions, so i can do it,” he assured you. “cmon!”

with a hint of reluctance, you nod, remembering all of the important things in there that could be lost to the sea.

freminet was a professional, and the wallet didn't stray far at all yet.

“alright!” you followed after him down the narrow pathway, small pebbles clanking down as both of you try to get to the shore as quickly as you could.

once you were finally there, freminet took off his sandals and his jeans, revealing black swimming shorts from when he went surfing earlier that day. and yes, he could surf just as well as he could dive~

“i can see it. this will be quick, i promise.” he grinned back at you, determined to put his talents to use to retrieve it for you.

he seemed sure of himself, so you stood back as he waded into the water, and then his agile body climbed the huge stones that jutted out, gradually inching closer to your wallet. it was lodged in between two smaller stones. he then snatched it out of the water before a wave could take it away.

“here it is, y/n!” he called out to you, waving it in the air.

“yay! thank you!!” you cheerfully shout back.

he looks so cool right now~

but...

that's when it happened.

freminet's back was turned, and he was getting up onto the rock to come back the way he came. as he was lifting his leg, an enormous wave was closing in behind him, bigger than what you've ever seen that evening.

where did that..? no, no! it's not safe! he needs to-

“wait!”

you yell out a warning once you realize what was going to happen, but it was far too late. a horrible crashing noise filled the air, and your eyebrows twisted in horror as he disappeared into the salty mist.

the water was unforgiving, it carried him away from the stones - slamming him into the side of the escarpment. he had no time to react, and his head banged against the rock face. freminet's ears rang, a high-pitched sound roaring into his skull, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“freminet!” you scream, your voice shrill with terror. you automatically jump into the water, legs staggering in the sand, moving with haste.

you climbed onto the stones with a grunt, and frantically observed the area until his unconscious frame came into your focus. your heart felt like it had dropped all the way down to your feet. your eyes welled up with tears, and that's when you broke out in an uncontrollable sob.

“f-freminet..!” you wail, your voice shaking.

you lunge forward, and lock your arms around him, trying to haul the boy out of the sea as quickly as possible. warm, fresh blood was streaming out of a deep gash on the side of his head, flowing down to his shoulder and coating your hand. you stare at the wound in shock, and keep pulling him out until you reach the safety of the shore.

it was a couple of hours after freminet's incident, and he was now in a bed, all bandaged up, but yet to wake up. after you got him out of the water, you never ran so fast in your life, bolting up the hill to the car and getting your phone out, then frantically dialing the police and running back down as the phone rang. he was then taken away by the ambulance, which you quickly followed behind, and now you were here in the hospital room with him, refusing to leave his side.

the doctor had informed you that his condition would improve, as the hit wasn't fatal.

she stated that it was a mild traumatic brain injury - or more commonly known as a concussion.

so, he had a nice chance of waking up in the next couple hours or so. when he does, they’ll have to do more examinations. but for now, it’s a waiting game.

the wave of relief that had flooded through you was too great to describe, but you felt so terribly guilty. if you hadn’t dropped your wallet, none of this would have happened. or… you should’ve stopped him, because you knew something was off.

you were hunched over, kneeling at the bedside, whilst nurses checked in on him periodically.

your head was down, and you were clutching on his hand, with a mind that was racing with prayers.

“please wake up freminet.. please.”

it seemed like forever, until…

“y-y/n..? is that you?” freminet slowly awoke, blinking the drowsiness away, and instinctively lifted his head before he winced with pain as his head throbbed. it felt as if something was pounding on his brain, over and over again…

“you’re awake!” you quietly gasp, perking up. “lay down, lay down…” you gently usher him, hating to see him struggle.

his eyes darted around the small room, trying to take in his surroundings.

“do you remember what happened?” you ask, with worry clouding your gaze.

he knew your name, which gave you some amount of solace.

“the last thing that i f-felt was a slamming sensation. and i let go of your wallet…” he fidgeted with his fingers, dejected. he opened his mouth again, but the only words he could utter were,

“i’m sorry.” his tone was as soft as could be, but he sounded so shameful.

“no, this is anything but your fault! i should’ve stopped you,” you jump to tell him, tears threatening to build up again. “nothing else matters right now. i could always replace my belongings, but i could never replace you.”

“in the end, i was the one who decided to go in..”

you choke back your feelings, trying not to add any more distress than what he was already feeling. you wanted to be calm, not only for your his sake, but your own.

freminet was quiet, and his face felt like it was on fire. how could he burden you like this?

the fact that the very place that he’s known by heart for the majority of his life, the ocean… was the culprit for hurting him. he thought that it would never happen, could never happen, since he knew the ins and outs of every situation.

and for that, freminet felt utterly crestfallen.

when he caught your gaze, he wanted to wail and hide far, far away.

“i’m sorry!” he said for the second time, voice breaking as he held back all of his emotion. he felt completely helpless right now, and that was the last thing he wanted to be.

“please stop that…” you realize that guilt wouldn’t do either of you any good, and so you let out a long sigh, taking both his hands in yours.

“neither of us knew what was going to happen. nobody could have predicted that a giant wave would come out of nowhere like that.” you attempt to comfort him, gently rubbing his knuckle with your thumb.

“i- i just…” freminet was still distant.

a knock could be heard.

“how are we doing in here?” a nurse came in, softly shutting the door behind her. her voice was comforting.

“we’re going to run some tests on you to gauge your condition, alright freminet?” she gave him a gentle smile.

after his memory exams were conducted, everything came out well. but he told both the nurse and doctor that his headache was only getting worse, and that he was feeling pretty weak. they assured him that it was completely normal given the trauma inflicted, and so he was given medication to help ease the symptoms.

“where you’re at right now, it would be okay for you to head home. but we highly recommend an overnight stay so you can leave in the morning. not only for your health aspect, but for convenience as well.” the woman was writing words down on her clipboard and checking boxes off.

“it is completely up to you, love. absolutely no rush.” you turn to him, squeezing his hands.

“i would love to be back home, believe me, but right now.. i don’t think i have the energy to stand.”

“alright.. no problem, we'll keep monitoring you then.” the kind nurse handed the clipboard to freminet for his signature, and reminded you both to take it easy before leaving the room. she also made sure to mention that she would be available with a simple press of the help button and would be checking in every hour or so. you thank her for everything she's done so far, and she nodded back, glad that it all turned out fine.

“are you.. going to stay in here with me?”

“of course i am.” you promise him. “i'm not going anywhere.”

“okay.” he tried to get into a more comfortable position to get some more rest, but he just couldn't.

“i want to go back to asleep…” freminet sighed. “i'm exhausted, but my eyes are refusing to close.”

“is your head still bothering you?”

“mhm.. i guess so.” he was turned the opposite direction from you now, just staring at the wall.

“ah, okay. should we ask for something that will help you fall sleep quicker?” you suggest.

no response.

“fremi?” you whisper.

just then, you could hear sniffling and small sobs coming from him, and you stayed completely still. you never heard him cry before. he was really good at regulating his emotions, and never cried in front of anyone. but freminet deserved to let it out, that's for sure. your eyebrows were knitted, a deep pang of melancholy engulfing your expression.

poor freminet..

“what a terrible way to conclude our date..” he murmured, it was difficult for him to face you like this, heck, it was hard enough having you witness everything unfold right then and there.

you didn't think that the image of him getting swept away and hitting the rock would ever leave your mind - the way your hair on the back of your neck stood up on end, how your reactions felt so overwhelmingly delayed.

those couple hours of uncertainty were the worst of all. speeding through traffic for him as your nails dug into the steering wheel, whilst every possibility in your head whirred..

how serious would it be? why did this have to happen? if only i was faster..

..what if the worst case scenario comes true?

“trust me, that is the last thing i'm worried about. you're awake, you're talking to me.. and you'll be able to get out of here tomorrow. i'm beyond grateful.” you stayed seated right behind his back, knowing that if you saw his tears streaming down, you wouldn’t be able to take it..

“y/n..” he bawled, covering his eyes with one shaky hand.

“it's okay, everything will be okay.” you soothe, though hearing him cry when he's the calmest person you know was breaking you.

“i.. oh, goodness, i-i’m just a mess right now...” he took a ragged breath in. “and the trouble i've caused you-”

“shh, my darling..” you caressed him, the same as he always did for you whenever you were at your lowest. your fingers danced along the shell of his ear, brushing through his short blonde locks, paying great attention as to not disturb the bandage wraps.

freminet began to calm down, and he slowly released his hand away from his face, relaxing upon feeling your touch.

“i don't know what i would be without you..” he confessed. “i’ve never, uhm,’ he didn't finish his sentence, but you nodded, which signified a mutual understanding.

“i've asked myself the same exact thing.”

you look down at him, and he turns to meet your gaze at last, his under eyes red and puffy. you were sure that your signs of crying from earlier were also visible.

“..are you feeling hungry? thirsty? there's plenty of water for you on the counter, but i can get you anything you want. anything,” you say to him, hoping that it would help to get his mind off the situation.

“anything?” he blinked.

“always.” a smile tugged on your cheeks.

“hmm..” freminet thought for a moment.

“i would like a hug. i think that's all i need at the moment.” there was the shine in his eyes that you came to know and love.

you pause for a moment, feeling warm inside. even though he must be in a good amount of pain, he just wanted a hug..!

“one hug, coming right up!” your heart fluttered.

freminet steadily got himself into a sitting position, nodding to let you know that he was alright. and that's when you promptly took a seat on his bed and slowly wrapped your arms around him, still making sure that you weren't hurting him any further.

you were finally feeling at peace. you’ve never been so scared before.

“i love you, oh god, i love you so much..” you took in his familiar scent, ever so thankful that he didn’t suffer a serious injury from the hit. you were reminded how unpredictable life can be, and that you could never take him for granted, not even for one second.

“i love you too. more than you could ever know.” he was quick to reply, closing his eyes as you held him.

a few moments pass you by before freminet’s soft voice spoke again, his grasp on you tightening. you could hear the serenade of his heartbeat as you two were now close enough for your chests to be touching.

“my interpretation for the tale i told you about..” he nuzzled into you, feeling safe and comforted. “it was that the two little birds found something in the drift of wind, and it was their love for one another. that was the missing piece that they needed to honor. the breeze had tested them.. tested them to stay strong.”

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#fontaine #genshin impact #genshin x reader #gn!reader #fremi #genshin headcanons #freminet x reader #freminet #freminet x gn!reader #y/n #freminet x y/n #genshin angst #genshin #freminet genshin #genshin fluff

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sassycheesecake · 1 year ago

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Vacation time with Meian, Osamu, Fukurō Hirugami and Oikawa

The Captain of the MSBY Black Jackals takes you away to the beautiful hot spring mountains of Switzerland <3

It was a vacation long overdue, Meian being extremely exhausted from practice, working out and official matches have worn the Middle Blocker out

He felt especially bad because he felt like he was neglecting his amazing partner, you

Thankfully, it's off season now, Meian is off for a nice two months

So, when you got home from work, Meian was already waiting at your shared home for you, a big grin adorning his handsome face

"Baby, what do you say about a little get away? You and me and some nice hot springs, hot cocoa and a view of snowy mountains in the morning when we wake up?" The ravenette holds up two plane tickets to Bern and you can't help but squeal in excitement as you rush to hug him tight

When you arrive there, a mesmerising layer of glistening snow is decorating the heavenly landscape of Switzerland

You're currently leaning on your arms against the cooling sensation of the rocks of the hot springs, enjoying the heat of the steaming water and the breathtaking view of the snow covered landscape

You hear the sound of splashing water, feeling the little waves against your back

All of sudden, you feel strong arms wrap around your naked waist

Thank the heavens Meian booked the hot springs completely to yourselves, so you're able to feel everything, not a single layer of clothing as a barrier between your body and his

Meian pulls you towards his strong chest and you feel his pecs and his abs against the softness of your back

"You enjoying yourself my love?" He whispers in your ear, pressing chaste kisses against the wetness of your hair, enjoying the view of your naked body and the snow everywhere

"I have enjoyed every single second ever since we got here. This is just perfection, thank you Shūgo."

Meian grins at your words, tightening his hug from behind, happy that this is just day one from your 10 day get-away

Onigiri Miya owner Osamu takes you to the exotic Bahamas <3

Osamu has been drained from work, his annoying brother and his restaurant that takes a lot of time to manage

You see your boyfriend every night with big bags under his eyes, looking like he is going to fall asleep just standing up

Feeling bad, you organised a trip to the Bahamas for your exhausted chef

You talked to his manager, making sure he takes over the shop while you and Osamu deserve a well-rested vacation on a sandy white beach with crystal clear water and slurping the fruitiest cocktails at the beach bar

The ravenette is currently tanning on a beach chair right by the ocean when you appear by his side, two piña coladas in your hands

The sound of the waves hitting the shore has relaxed Osamu so much, he barely acknowledges when you reappear by his side

Giggling, you move his sunglasses up a bit, staring into his tired metallic eyes

"Didn't mean to interrupt your nap, my handsome man but I got the cocktail you wanted."

"No worries, babe. I dunno how I can thank ya enough for this. Where did ya find this place?"

"I saw it on a sponsored Facebook ad from a booking page and I know how hard you have been working lately, so I figured a little get away is just what you needed."

Osamu sits up, placing the sunglasses on top of his slightly sweaty black hair, accepting the drink by placing a small kiss against your cheek, making you blush

"Cheers to us, baby."

Clinking your glasses together, you taste the first sip of the coconut foam with a hint of pineapple, the rum burning your throat a bit

"I wish we never have ta leave this place, seems too unreal."

You watch your lover with a glint in your eyes, ready to be a little bit mischievous

So you reach over to his drink and take his cherry from the whipped cream on top of the juice

"Hey! Ya have yer own cherry! That's da best part!" Osamu complains as he watches you eat it

"What are ya gonna do bout it?" You mimic his accent in a teasing manner and you get ready to run

Osamu and you chase each other through the water, splashing each other with the salty sea water, laughing with great joy like little kids going to the beach for the first time

Fukurō, the Captain of the Schweiden Adlers takes you on an exciting adventure! A safari trip in the wildest corners of Africa <3

Fukurō got the idea from his little brother, who just recently went to Africa for his university studies of veterinary medicine

Good thing you're a big animal lover, because a romantic safari trip to see the wildlife sounds so exciting!

You put on your safari hat and you're up every morning super early to sing the opening of the lion king movie (I did this once on a vacation with my husband he was not amused I tell you that)

Seeing all the animals, taking so many pictures is making your heart jump with joy

Your favourite part out of it all was spending time with your beloved Fukurō

Usually, the chestnut-colored-haired giant is pretty chill and easy-going but ever since the two of you went on that trip, he's been kind of edgy and jumpy which is very unusual for him

One day, you and Fukurō have plans to feed the giraffes and you're not sure if your boyfriend is sweating so much because of the heat or if he is afraid of giraffes, since they are so much bigger than him

You shrug if off after asking if he's alright or if it's the heat and he assures you he's okay, you can go ahead and feed the giraffe, he wants to take a picture of you

Feeding a giraffe some lettuce leaves, you don't see or hear Fukurō taking a deep breath before he gets down on one knee

Calling your name out in a shaky voice, you immediately turn around, deeply worried that your boyfriend may faint any second

When you see him down on one knee with a small black box and a shiny gold band with a light blue diamond sitting on top its center, shining brightly with help of the intense African sunlight

Gasping in surprise, you begin to tear up, finally understanding why he has been such a nervous wreck most of the time

"I-I know we only have been dating for about a year but I have never been more sure sure about anything in my life. The moment I saw your bewitching beauty under the stadium lights at one of my games, I knew I fell under your spell. You'd make me the happiest man on earth if you agree to be my partner in crime for the rest of our lives."

Now with actual tears in your eyes, you run towards the Middle Blocker with alarming speed, knocking the air out of his lungs and him down to the ground with the impact of your body crashing into his massive one

Thankfully Hirugami caught you with one arm while still having the ring box in his other hand, securing it from falling out of his hand

"YES! I will marry you, my handsome giant!" You cry into his chest out of pure happiness

You feel the massive man laugh at your excitement and he feels like a massive weight has been lifted off of his heart

He can't wait to tell his team about his new milestone in his relationship and to begin the wedding preparations as soon as you two return from the trip

Ever the romantic, Oikawa takes you to the city of love, Paris <3

It was a Valentine's Day surprise for you from Tōru, the Setter wanting to give you the most romantic week of a life time

The day already starts with breakfast in bed, made by the brunette himself, even if it consisted of burned toast, runny scrambled eggs and almost burned to crisp bacon

Even if Tōru burned the majority of the food he cooked for you, he wanted to give you a break from doing it for him almost every day, you appreciate his efforts

Next thing you know, your boyfriend ushers you to pack up your suitcase because you're going on a trip together

"But Tōru, what about my classes-"

"Cutie, we'll only be gone for a week. It'll be fine. Now get your sweet butt into the cab that's waiting downstairs for us, we're off to Europe!" Tōru cheers with giving you a large smile and taking your hand in his to get to the cab, ready to go to the airport

When you arrived there, it was so much colder than Argentine but thankfully the two of you packed some warm clothes for the weather in Paris

The two of you did a city tour, visited the Louvre, saw the Eiffel Tower, went inside the Notre Dame, went shopping at the Centre Pompidou and explored the Palace of Versailles

You knew that your partner is extremely attractive, but when the two of you walked around the palace of former King Louis XIV, it looked like Tōru was long lost royalty, attracting young women and even some men looked at your boyfriend with hearts in their eyes

Still, the only attention that the Setter gave to, was either you or the historical monuments that Paris has to offer

You had tasted the best wine along with the sweetest chocolate and took so many pictures together (even though Tōru took so much pictures of you that you can count for) you felt like the most special person in the world

He was always by your side, making you feel safe by his protective, caring personality and his muscular arm always resting over your shoulder, around your waist or holding your hand tightly in his, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand

The week was filled with so many hugs, kisses and passionate romance, that your heart is still beating super fast whenever you think about the perfect time you spent the February week in one of the most romantic cities in the world

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alwaysjustmina · 1 year ago

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Whispers of Rain

Chapter 3 -Will You Cleanse Me With Pleasure?

Thank you to the amazing @kamonart for the art for this story!

Thank you @papaslittlesunshine and @midnight-moth for betaing for me.

PLEASE NOTE THERE IS A RAPE SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER

The legend of the Selkie plagued Dew’s mind, the thought of the Selkie only being able to come ashore as a human, but it would have to shed its skin to do so. And couldn’t return to the sea without his skin to start their siren song again. Was Dew’s abduction Rain’s loss of his skin? Could he return to the sea again? Could he find comfort again? Or would he forever be plagued with the loss of Dew, taking his other form with him? Their connection was so strong they were half a ghoul without the other.

Dew found himself on a beach, watching the ocean, seeing Rain in the distance, dancing in the waves. He wished he could join him but kept his distance, he would only slow Rain down. So he watched the perfect grace he possessed as he jumped through the water, gliding silently through the crystal blue to find small shells or to play with the sea creatures he found.

He was a sight to see in his element, truly breathtaking. Dew remembered that first time he saw the water bead on his skin. Was that really only less than a year ago? The kiss they shared in the water, magical. As his mind drifted to those times, it was as if Rain knew he was thinking about him and turned to look back at Dew. A coy smile played on his lips as he started walking towards his mate on the sand.

Soon he was close enough he could plop on the towel next to him, drenching Dew with the water on his body as he leaned in close to his side. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He asked as he melted into Dew.

Dew couldn’t answer, his breath taken away by the slow kisses Rain was placing on his bare chest as he snuggled. When he didn’t answer, Rain laid his head in Dew’s lap and looked up at him with his beautiful blue eyes, the corners of his mouth in a pout that Dew didn’t return his affection quicker.

“Otter?”

Dew looked down at Rain, brushing his black hair behind his pointed ears, the dampness keeping it in place, instead of springing back like it normally did. He ran his fingers along his cheekbones, over his brow, the lightest touch on his fluffy eyelashes as he fluttered them closed, his straight long nose, trailing further down to his lips.

A smile graced Rain’s lips to match the one on Dew’s. The finger on his lips traced the cupid's bow, featherlight, making Rain’s face scrunch in surprise at how ticklish it was. As Dew traced his lips, Rain quickly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to lick at the finger that slowly dragged along it.

He could hear the sharp inhalation under Dew’s breath, pleased that he surprised him. Dew continued running his now spit-soaked finger along the outline, the saliva glinting in the sun turning his crimson lips into a sparkling mirage.

“Stunning,” he whispered under his breath. The reverence in that one word melted Rain’s brain with affection for Dew.

“I love you, baby.”

Dew gazed down at him, with half lidded eyes, his fingers moving from his lips to rest on Rain’s hip, while the other ran through his damp hair. “I love you. Though, I feel like that doesn’t even describe the feelings I have for you. Love is maybe a tenth of the power I feel.”

“You consume me Rain, I want to crawl into you and never leave. The feelings I have for you are more infinite than the amount of stars in the sky, the damned souls in hell, these grains of sand that support us. I can’t even tell you the depth of my feelings, it seems inadequate, what did I do to-to…”

His words, cut off by Rain lifting his head off his lap to bring his spit-soaked lips to Dew’s in a devastatingly passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around Dew’s neck to bring him down on the blanket beside him.

They stared into each other's eyes as they memorized the lines of each of their faces, the curve of their bodies, the feel of how well they fit together, perfectly. They slotted their legs together, hands ran along each other's sides, occasionally dipping lower to run along a hip, higher to run fingers through each other's hair.

Rain nuzzled into Dew’s neck, slotting his head under his chin, still grasping onto one another, their hold never breaking, as if they couldn’t get close enough. Rain ran his nose along Dew’s pulse to the scent gland behind his ear, taking in his fire smell, drenched with water, moaning at the scent, his lips brushing over his pulse points, tongue darting out to taste. Like burnt marshmallows, sweet and smoky.

“Your arms feel like home, when they are wrapped around me,” He mused into Dew’s neck.

“You are my home, baby. Always.”

They both sighed, content in the other's arms. Not moving along to escalate the feelings, but they could both feel the desire building under their skin. The heat of Dew’s body, the cold damp of Rain’s, as fingers ran along the other it was like conducting electric currents everywhere they trailed.

They were alone on this beach, Dew couldn’t remember if it was too early in the morning, or too late in the evening. The sun’s golden hues casting the perfect light. The smell of old coconut sunblock, sun kissed warmed skin, scenting the air. The heat permeating both of their bodies to different extents, Rain would never be as warm as Dew, Dew never as cool as Rain.

Both comforted in the fact that they were truly alone, their glamor had dropped long ago. Their tails laid entwined. Dew’s with its spade tip, tinged in oranges, reds, and golds over the gray color of the length. It looked like it could ignite any minute in a fiery display.

Rain’s softly tapering, the flowy fins reminiscent of a blue paradise fish, the tendrils at the end, iridescent, catching the glint of the sun as it turned.

Most didn’t know that his tail ends would change depending on his emotion, Dew of course did. The blue sparkle was when he was at peace, happy. If a little red ran through it, he was feeling spicy, sexual, wanting. If it turns all red, you best watch out. Green was his usual color, content, but shy.

Dew had seen all of the colors in certain instances, and a mix of all in between. He usually kept his fluffy tail glamoured or tight around his body, most water ghouls learned early on that sharing their tail was giving enemies too much information about their feelings, it was wise to keep it hidden.

Rain fully trusted Dew, when they were together, there was no hesitation. Some of the pack had seen it too. Dew loved it, that Rain felt that comfortable with him, that there was no hiding.

He loved when Rain had it laid on the bed between them, the tendrils, silky and reactive to touch, would follow Dew’s fingers as they caressed him, straining to not break his touch. They came close to almost standing straight up, in search of Dew’s body, getting slightly purple on the ends when they couldn’t reach, in disappointment.

Dew loved teasing him, the petulant expression on Rain’s face as he looked at him, bottom lip threatening to slip out. Dew knew the moment before Rain would slip that lip out and would quickly wrap his own tail around Rain’s, holding it tight. Blue and red, entwined, the sparkling of Rain’s playing off the fire on Dew’s. Looking like a fire on a star filled night. Beautiful.

Now was no different, they had their tails wrapped around one another. They could both feel how hard the other was, but chose to ignore it for the time being, happy in their undisturbed closeness. Inhaling the other in, finding solace in the smell, the embrace.

They slowly drifted in and out of consciousness. As one would wake, they would run their hand along the others back in slow sweeping motions. Placing soft kisses wherever they could reach, whispering words of love.

As the sky started to darken, neither sure how long they stayed there in the other's embrace, they woke to gentle kisses, tongues slipping in the other's mouth. Dew moaning at the soft tip of Rain’s tongue as it ran along his, again much colder than his, soft, wet, demanding.

They could no longer hold back their passion for the other, swim shorts were quickly discarded, thrown into the sand wherever they landed. Their bodies found the rhythm they desired. Rain pulling himself on top of Dew, the wetness of their arousal on the other's body, between them, creating the perfect slip of skin to rub along the other.

Rain leaned over and pulled Dew’s paper white delicate skin into his mouth, sucking bruises all along his throat. Soon he couldn’t handle just rubbing their bodies along one another. Rain sank quickly onto Dew’s cock, bottoming out in one push. He sat up on top of Dew’s pelvis.

Dew looked up at him from his prone position, Rain above him, his skin bathed in moonlight from above, the stars a perfect backdrop against his body, they didn’t make him look better, Rain made them look better gracing the sky with his sharp and soft angles. He was a vision. His head thrown back as he gasped at the feel of Dew twitching inside of him.

He moved his hips in a circular motion, slow. His eyes half lidded, his lips ajar in pleasure. The waves crashing behind them covering their sounds of pleasure. Dew grabbed Rain’s hips, to anchor himself, to not float away in the feeling of his cock inside of him.

As they hit the perfect rhythm, their motions becoming fast and fervent, their bodies grinding hard against the other, Rain pulling himself up and almost off of Dew to slam back down, causing them to reach their orgasm hurriedly, rushing towards it and hurtling over the edge. Dew spilling inside of Rain, at the same time as Rain let go, his hot cum, pooling on Dew’s stomach.

They collapsed against each other, bodies sweaty. Sated. Love. This was all they needed.

Until it all disappeared in a blink of an eye again.

Ifrit must have hit him in the head or knocked him out. As he came to Ifrit was above him, Dew on the bed below. He had his hand around Dew’s neck, not squeezing, just applying pressure. Ifrit’s body was laid heavy upon his, it is all Dew could feel at first. The pressure, then the movement as he ground himself into him.

He had both of Dew’s wrists captured in his other hand, taut above his head. His tongue laved over Dew’s neck, he whispered into his ear as he got closer, “That’s right Droplet, I know you want it, I can feel you hard below me.”

Dew was hard, he couldn’t deny the feeling. But it couldn’t be because of Ifrit, it couldn’t.

Ifrit slowly let go of Dew’s neck, new bruises already forming from his fingertips, as he reached between them, grabbing Dew’s cock, in a hard grip. The moan that flew from his mouth disgusted him. Why was he reacting like this?

Ifrit quickly flipped Dew over, pushing his face into the pillow, the knock to the head still making Dew fuzzy and slow to respond. He grabbed his wrists again behind his back, pulling taut with one hand, the other making quick work of his button, pulling it apart, sliding the zipper down, pushing his pants below his hips.

Ifrit grabbed Dew by the hips and ripped the loose sweatpants he had on down, ripping them at the seams, practically tearing them from his body. Ifrit grabbed his dick, maybe he would just jack off on him, he had done that before.

No, he laid his body flush with Dew’s back, pushing his arms above his head again. He licked from his neck back up to his ear, again speaking in quiet tones as if there were other people who could hear them. Dew could feel his cock, sliding between his cheeks, the damp pre adding to the slick he was producing.

“You going to take it? I can feel how wet you are. You fucking want it. I know you do.”

All Dew could do was shake his head, as silent tears ran down his face. His body betraying him.

Ifrit pushed his fingers inside of him roughly, pushing two in at a time, in and out, scissoring them apart.

“Gotta get you ready baby, you remember how big I am, you fucking loved it when I would push inside of you, unprepared.”

Dew tried to buck him off, but his body was too weak from the weeks of malnourishment, his muscles started to atrophy from misuse. There was no way he could get away from him.

Ifrit pulled his fingers from him, slipping them into his mouth, as he moaned, “Fuck Droplet, you taste so good.”

He took the hand he had inside of him, to pull his hips up in the air and pushed inside of Dew, ignoring his scream.

“Tell me how much you like it baby, you missed this dick, I know you did. NO ONE, can satisfy you like I can. You’re already screaming in pleasure.”

“That’s right baby, take it. You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

He picked up his pace, slamming into Dew’s body, with absolute abandon. The fight left Dew as he comprehended he couldn’t stop this. Ifrit felt the tension abate. He let his hands go and pulled Dew up on his knees, holding him flush to his chest. His one hand going to play with his nipple and the other on Dew’s hard cock.

“So fucking hard for me baby. You going to cum? I could always read your body so well.”

He slammed in and out of Dew’s body, his hand on Dew matching the pace. Dew whimpered, he wouldn’t be able to stop his body from betraying him.

“Cum for me baby,” Ifrit grunted before his body stilled, and he bit down on Dew’s shoulder, biting through the skin as blood flooded his mouth and down Dew’s chest.

Dew tried to not let his body react, tried, but Ifrit didn’t stop even in the throes of his pleasure. As his hand flew over Dew’s cock, he felt the contraction and Dew spilled over his hand. His hot cum, almost as hot as the warm hand gripping him.

He sagged as his body spent itself. Ifrit pulled from him, throwing him on the bed below him, discarded. He shoved his fingers back in Dew’s abused hole, scooping copious amounts of cum to collect it, before flipping Dew over and shoving his fingers in his mouth. His other hand swept through the cum on Dew’s stomach, shoving those fingers in his mouth, before slamming their lips together, shoving his tongue in Dew again.

After he was done kissing and further abusing Dew, he pulled away, pulling his pants back up, leaving Dew on the bed in shock.

He looked back at Dew as he circled the bed, his eyes staring unseeing onto the ceiling.

“I knew you needed that baby, you kept calling out in your dreams for that water slut, he is no match for my cock is he?”

Dew didn’t answer, he just caved in on himself, pulling himself into the fetal position.

Ifrit sighed, annoyed. “Oh well, Droplet, he won’t want you ever again anyhow, maybe you're the slut, coming for me but professing your love for him. What a joke, it’s ok, we will do this again soon.”

As he pulled the door open, he turned one more time, “Eidolon, I know you're in here, clean him up. Maybe next time I will reward you too.”

He slammed and locked the door behind him.

Eidolon slid out from below the bed to see a broken Dewdrop on the bed, if he could be more broken then he was, covered in cum, blood and spit. Bruises blooming all over his body.

He went into the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth, and gently approached Dew to start to wipe him off. Dew flinched at the first touch of the warm towel, the tears continuing to fall.

“Dew, do you want a shower, I can help you get there, might help to get him off of you?”

When Dew didn’t answer, he picked up his body gently and carried him into the bathroom, to set him on the side of the tub as he turned it on. Making the water nice and hot.

Dew still wasn’t processing what was going on around him. As his body slid in the water, it slowly brought him back. He thought of the last time he showered with Rain. He quickly grabbed the trash can from the side of the tub and vomited, the nothing he had in himself.

Ifrit was right, Rain wouldn’t want him, hell he didn't want himself. He was a dirty, broken ghoul. The crying just got harder as he processed those thoughts.

He had to find a way to end it.

#rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #raindrop #ghost band #ghost fan fiction #fan fiction #dewdrop x rain #ifrit ghoul #emotional trauma #mina writes

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takaraphoenix · 5 months ago

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Just Like Me

Tags: m/m, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, courting

Main Pairing: Triton/Percy

@polympians-event Prompt: metamorphosis/shapechange

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Summary: Triton didn't like that Percy was living in Atlantis, as a merman now. Mostly because Triton was slowly and surely falling in love with the feisty omega.

Just Like Me

Triton stared in slack-jawed awe at the breathtaking beauty in front of him. He'd followed his nose, the alluring scent of omega in the air, more enchanting than any omega's scent he had ever smelt before. Something sweet that he was unfamiliar with, that he could not name. Delicious.

When he found the source of the scent, he found this beautiful omega. The most beautiful omega he had ever laid eyes on. His skin a soft blue like the ocean at its most shallow point where it kissed the land. Long, elegant fins white as sea-foam, slick tail moving back and forth as the young merman swam in circles, arms stretched out to caress the fishes that swam with him.

He was perfect. Beautiful, an alluring scent, clearly powerful – the way he commanded the fishes and the currents around him. Every instinct in Triton's body screamed mate.

And then the beautiful omega turned to look at him, blinking surprised. "Oh. Hey, Triton."

Percy Jackson. The face, though blue and his eyes with slitted pupils, was clearly Percy Jackson's. Triton stared at the young hero in utter mortification. Percy Jackson was a merman, an omega, and he was absolutely stunning. This was not going to end well for Triton.

/break\

Over the following months, Triton kept tabs on Percy. Claiming, to everyone and even to himself, it was because he didn't trust the former human turned merman. The longer it went on, the harder it became to tell himself that was the case, because something shifted. That attraction when he saw Percy in this form, when he smelt that as a merman, Percy was an omega – something that was exclusive to their people, only merpeople could be alpha and omega, they referred to non-merpeople as betas. But by now, attraction was, devastatingly enough, not the only thing.

Percy had come to Atlantis to get distance from everything after the second war he had to fight. A fresh start, embracing his roots as a son of Poseidon. He was living in a small apartment in Atlantis and working at the local summer camp, under Chiron's brothers.

And… he was incredibly popular and beloved by pretty much everyone at this point. The guppies adored him, Triton had heard all about that from his middle daughter Calliste, who also worked as a trainer at camp. How all the little ones loved Percy's human stories and how kind and patient he was when teaching. All his neighbors had not a bad word to say about the boy, so polite, even helping his elderly neighbor with her groceries and the harder, physical labor around the house.

This was all a side of Percy Jackson that Triton never had wanted to see, because it was easier to hate Poseidon's mortal spawns if they never became more than the result of Poseidon's infidelity toward Triton's mother. Letting them become a person, it was irritating. He'd done so in the past, allowed himself to grow attached to a half-sibling, just to be devastated when he died.

This was different. He held not an ounce of brotherly feelings for Percy. Everything positive about Percy Jackson that he had learned, he'd learned after Percy became a merman, after he'd instinctively identified Percy as a potential mate. Everything positive he now learned about Percy, it just made the omega look even more like the ideal mate. Patient, kind, helpful, good with children, a strong fighter (though he had known that one before). The perfect match for the king.

"You do know that I know you've been stalking me, right?"

Triton startled and froze. He'd visited Calliste at camp and then decided to veer some and see if he could catch a glimpse of the beautiful omega. Percy had been busy with the hippocampi and Triton thought he would not be noticed, thought he could watch, even just for a bit. Turning around, Percy raised both his eyebrows at Triton and then tipped his nose.

"I can smell you, alpha," Percy huffed amused. "Granted, at first I didn't know it was you. I just knew there was a lingering scent of the same alpha around my apartment and also around camp. I was honestly starting to freak out about having a stalker. And then Miss Betty told me 'oh, dear, yes, that's our king! He has been by a few times'. And I… still don't understand."

Percy paused and pushed away from the hippocampus he had been brushing, to instead swim up to Triton, staring at the taller merman dead on. Challenging. Triton wasn't used to being challenged by anyone, he was the king of Atlantis, the protector of merpeople. Glaring, Triton crossed his arms.

"I mean," Percy continued, motioning between them. "We've talked. Civil-ish, since I got here. I thought we were in a, you know, good place. I don't see us hanging out like me and Ty do, urgh yeah no definitely not. But I thought we're okay. So, what gives."

Triton ground his teeth together, gripping his upper arms hard to keep from reaching out for the omega he wanted so desperately. Percy just stood there, hands on his hips, judgmental eyebrow cocked and those sea-green eyes staring at him with the intensity of a thousand storms.

"I am just… keeping an eye on you."

Now, Percy also raised his other eyebrow, looking overall very nonplussed. "Ri—ight. Well, stop being a creep about it. If you wanna check in with me, just… knock on my door like a normal person and ask 'Percy, how are you doing?' and maybe you could come in and we talk."

/break\

Talking wasn't good. Ever since Triton had started doing as Percy insisted (because there was no point in quietly watching if Percy could now tell it was his scent that lingered in the water), his attraction and the following infatuation turned into something much more dangerous.

Triton was in love with Percy Jackson. With every snarky comment and silly joke from Percy, he felt himself fall a little more in love with Percy. Every time Percy spoke about his mom and friends with so much love and warmth, Triton fell harder. Every time Percy talked about how much he loved Atlantis and which parts he loved the most, Triton wanted to kiss him.

No longer did he consider Percy a potential mate. He'd started considering Percy his mate. And that was not good. Because they weren't even dating, Triton still didn't quite think Percy even liked him. Well, Percy might actually still think that Triton didn't like him.

No. That wasn't true. That was some deeply seated fear of rejection rearing its ugly head. Everything he had learned about Percy Jackson, the boy was the last person to willingly spend as much time with someone he didn't like or thought didn't like him as the two of them had been spending with each other lately. Too blunt, too honest, to play nice that way. But then why…?

/break\

When Percy felt very anxious and desperate and confused about his own feelings, he liked to look at their family tree, telling himself that among the godly world, this was super not weird. That was just his raised-in-the-mortal-world brain. And they excused the incest at Camp Half-Blood too, pretending that cousins weren't 'really' cousins and it was fine to kiss because the gods 'didn't count' when it came to these things and Percy knew that was bullshit, of course it was. It was just how they made themselves find peace with it. Now, as an adult, he knew that.

Still, falling in love with his stupidly handsome godly half-brother was… different, right? Right?

At first, he'd blamed these new, weird instincts that he had to get used to first. Being a merman was cool, but it came with a much more… feral side. Being an omega, as they called it. Merpeople acted much more instinctual than humans. Scents and tastes and just everything was much sharper and woke different instincts in him. For the first like three weeks, he had torn into his dinner like a ravenous animal. The fangs helped. It was a struggle, to find a balance. Somewhere between the social norms and instincts he had been raised with as a human and the ones he now faced as a merman. But he had to find something that worked for him.

He'd done so with every other aspect. Found a job that was actually cool, earning his own money, having his own place to live at. Make new friends, but stay in contact with his old friends. Visit his mom in New York at least every two weeks, but also visit Poseidon at his palace every other week.

And then there was Triton. Infuriating, arrogant, annoying Triton, who like stalked him for the first few weeks of Percy being here. And okay so maybe that was kind of fair, since he had… fully foregone going to the king first before moving to Atlantis, an oversight that Triton's daughter Calliste had pointed out to him. Merpeople who migrated to Atlantis first go to the king and show their respect and ask for the king's sanctuary in his kingdom. So, on a political level, he'd kind of messed that up and Triton's skeptical and wary behavior was justified. Maybe.

The longer Percy stayed in Atlantis though, the more he doubted it. The more it felt – different. Mostly, Percy guessed, because he was settling more in his own body and new instincts and recognized them. And recognized what Triton was doing. It was less 'stalking', in the traditional sense he'd think of as a human, and more… an alpha scouting out a potential mate. By now, flat out courting him. It took a while for Percy to really put it together, but now there was no denying.

"So—o, Tri," Percy tilted his head to look at Triton. "Let's talk about the elephant in the room." Percy paused. "...Are there underwater elephants? Like, hippocampi but elephants?"

"Percy," Triton's fingers were carding through Percy's hair in a soothing manner. "Focus."

It was cute, that Triton recognized when Percy was about to be distracted, and knew how to redirect his focus, without making Percy feel like he was being annoying with his distracted mind. His head was resting on Triton's lap – or, well, equivalent of a lap, with the mer-tail. Another indicator to how Triton felt about him, because the unmated alpha king would absolutely not let some random unmated omega cozy up to him like that. But he gladly did with Percy.

"What elephant?" Triton asked when Percy didn't continue due to getting distracted in his mind.

"Right," Percy grinned sheepishly. "You. Courting me. And not putting words to your actions. Oh, don't look at me so surprised, Tri. I've been a merman for a couple months now… I know. So…?"

Triton actually blushed. Flat out, fully, properly blushed. Percy grinned broadly. That was cute.

"I… do… like you. I didn't…" Triton turned away. "I thought I would have to explain to you…"

"Well," Percy sat up, still on Triton's lap, and wrapped one arm around the alpha's neck. "You don't. But you do have to kiss me, like, right now."

Much to Percy's delight, Triton actually did kiss him, and pull him even closer. Good.

~*~ The End ~*

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Hasty Exit! Stowaway on the Ram-Headed Caravel

Luck was a whiplash and Lana's shifting fortunes were turning fast enough to make her head spin.

Then again, crouching in a barrel on a swaying deck didn't help her head either. Nor did the many hits she'd taken while said barrel was rolling at the mercy of the bounty hunter who'd come after her the night before.

Still, Lana could hardly complain. She didn't know what happened between the time she lost consciousness and woke again, but it had been more fortuitous than she could have dared to hope. When she poked her head up past the lid, it was broad daylight and the ocean stretched out around her in all directions as far as the eye could see.

The odds were utterly absurd.

'It's fine. I'll stay hidden and slip away when we dock again. I can be patient a little while longer.'

The plan was solid, but fate, ever a fickle vixen, was having none of it.

Someone pulled the lid off the barrel, scaring Lana so badly that she thought her heart actually stopped for a moment.

"Apples, apples, app-app-app- huh?"

Singing cut off abruptly overhead. A straw hat blocked out the sun from Lana's point of view.

"Huh. What a weird looking batch of apples," a boy declared.

'Crap! I'm found! How much trouble am I about to be in?'

"Hey Sanji! Why'd you get purple apples? Ow!"

"Moron!"

A second face appeared, a redhead who smacked the kid wearing the hat.

"That lump isn't food, it's a cloak! We've got an uninvited guest!"

"Ah!"

Lana cried out as the redhead tipped the barrel over. The lockpick spilled out like a puddle of plum wine onto the deck, squinting in the sudden brightness of daylight.

"Aw man," the kid in the hat complained. "I wanted to try a purple apple."

"Purple apples?"

A man in a black suit sauntered out from the ships cabin.

"What's all the commotion?" he grumbled. "Nami?"

"We've got a stowaway," the redhead replied, hands on her hips. Nami, Lana noted.

"Is that so?"

"Stowaway? That's... so... cool!" the straw hat exclaimed. His excitement was baffling, but Lana didn't have time to puzzle over it. The man in the suit crouched, reaching for Lana's hood while Nami fussed at the straw hat.

"Stowaway? Nonsense!" suit man declared. His expression changed the instant he met Lana's gaze. Coldness melted away, replaced with enamored glee. "This is no stowaway! This beautiful violet is our esteemed guest!"

"Oh boy, here we go," Nami groaned.

"V-violet?" Lana asked, confusion clouding her tone.

"For the exquisite color of your gorgeous hair, of course. But if the moniker displeases the lady, perhaps she would be so gracious as to share her name?" Sanji suggested.

"It's Lana."

"Enchante," the man purred. "I'm Sanji."

His lips grazed her knuckles, warmth from his cigarette brushing briefly over her skin. Lana blushed at the unexpected welcome while Nami shook her head in the background.

"Tell me, Lana, would you care for a meal? Allow me to treat you to a taste of our hospitality," Sanji offered.

"Our hospitality is right!" Nami fumed. She dragged Sanji to his feet to confront him face-to-face. "It's not your place to hand out the ships food to any riff-raff who manage to sneak on board!"

Despite Nami's ferocity, Sanji appeared unfazed. If anything, his expression became even more lovestruck than before.

"Oh dearest Nami, you're even more breathtaking when you're furious!" he crooned.

Lana's blush turned to a scowl. This sap wasn't going to help her.

'I'm going to be tossed off this ship. Maybe I can swim for it... I'm a strong swimmer. What are the odds of me being picked up all the way out here before I drown or get myself eaten? Realistically, not so great, I guess.'

A boisterous laugh from the straw hat broke through Lana's dejection.

"It's fine, Nami. Sanji's right, I don't mind surprise guests," he grinned. The kid offered Lana a hand up, face shining with glee.

"I'm Luffy," he introduced himself. "Welcome aboard my ship, the Going Merry!"

"It's hopeless," Nami sighed, defeated in the face of her captain's happy-go-lucky generosity. She crossed her arms and glowered, grumbling under her breath.

"Some pirate captain he is... letting stowaways stick around..."

Pirate captain?

A glance up confirmed it. The ship flew a Jolly Roger adorned with an immediately recognizable straw hat. Luffy pulled Lana to her feet while she wept internally.

'How could I have run from one pirate crew straight to the next? This isn't luck, it's some kind of cruel cosmic joke.'

Before she knew it, Lana was at a table surrounded by kids who couldn't have been much older than her. Luffy made introductions for the rest of the crew while Sanji pushed a plate her way. One of them struck her as familiar.

'The swordsman from Whiskey Peak! The one who caused all the trouble I used to cover my escape!'

"... and this is Zoro. He's our swordsman! Sanji is our cook, Nami's our navigator, Usopp is our... Usopp!"

"I'm the sniper!" Usopp snapped. "The great captain Usopp!"

"Anything interesting in today's paper, oh great captain?" Nami sighed, peeking over Usopp's shoulder to sneak a look at his newspaper.

"Well, actually..."

Usopp spread the paper out for Nami to see. Her eyes widened, then settled on Lana.

"Well, I gotta say, this conveniently saves me from asking a lot of questions."

Nami laid the paper out on the table. Lana already knew what she would see.

'The timing of the Seeker pirates scuffle with the marines could hardly have been any worse... it's been a week, just long enough for the story to have gotten out.'

Lana's own wanted poster stared up at her, though the picture was several years old.

"18 million?" she gasped, eyes doubling in size when they landed on the number posted under her face. "But I didn't even do anything! How could it go up from 10 to 18 so quickly?!"

"Says here you stabbed a marine captain," Usopp observed, challenging Lana's claim of innocence. "Avariya Lana, lockpick of the Seeker pirates. Well, this is the first I've ever heard of her or her crew."

"Really? She's a lockbreaker of some renown," Nami put in.

"Of course the thief would know that," Usopp sighed.

"Her crew is notoriously ruthless," Nami went on, graciously choosing to ignore Usopp's remark. "Their captain, Seeker Corrin, has a bounty of 170 million! Even higher than Luffy or Arlong!"

"Most of the bounties on the grand line are higher than in the other four seas," Zoro explained.

"Yeah, we should expect to run into pates with higher prices on their heads than we're used to seeing in the East Blue," Sanji reasoned.

"Great, just great," Usopp groaned.

"Yeah, I can't wait! Bet they're all really strong!" Luffy laughed.

'Wow, this kid's certifiable,' Lana noted. She'd cleared her plate while the straw hats discussed the new information. She hadn't eaten in over a day and the way things were looking, she figured she might not eat again for some time to come.

"Ooh, I just had a great idea!" Luffy declared. "Be right back!"

He dashed out of the cabin.

"The story may have made Lana's introduction easier, but it does raise some good questions too," Usopp pointed out. "Like what in the world a pirate is doing stowing away? Where's the rest of her supposedly notorious crew? Why isn't she with them?"

"Those are good questions," Nami agreed, narrowing her eyes at Lana.

"She's running."

Sanji's insight caught Lana off guard with it's concision and accuracy.

"How could you.."

"That look," Sanji offered by way of explanation. "It's unmistakable. I'd recognize it anywhere. The desperate expression of someone with nowhere left to turn. Combine that with the fact that it seems like you snuck aboard at Whiskey Peak, and I'd say that makes the answer to Usopp's question fairly obvious. Baroque Works must have trapped your crew the same way they tried to trap us."

Lana held her silence, confirming Sanji's theory.

"So what we've got here is a coward who left her crew behind to save her own skin," Zoro observed harshly.

"Hey! Watch what you say about the lady, moss-head!" Sanji fumed on Lana's behalf.

"He's probably right," Nami agreed. "That's pretty typical for a pirate, after all."

"Neither of you have a clue what you're talking about!" Lana finally snapped, unable to stay quiet any longer as rage stirred inside her at their blind assumptions. "Corrin and the Seeker pirates put me through hell! I don't owe them anything!"

"And I suppose you just want us to take your word on that?" Nami sneered.

"Does it really matter whether it's true or not?" Usopp wondered.

"Of course it matters," Zoro scoffed. "If she's dangerous, we need to treat her accordingly, wouldn't you agree?"

"Dangerous?" Sanji growled, rising from his seat, prepared to defend the honor of the woman he'd only just met. The quickly escalating tension had Lana shaking in her seat, stomach churning sickeningly as she watched strangers fight over her fate like dogs barking at each other over an old bone.

"Found it!"

Luffy's voice broke the tension. He burst back into the cabin and presented Lana with a locked aluminum box.

"Here, they said you're a good lockpick, right?" Luffy grinned. "Can you open this for me? I lost the key a few weeks ago."

"Luffy!" Nami groaned, cradling her head in her hands. "Now is hardly the time."

"What's inside?" Lana demanded, examining the small box. "Gold? Jewels?"

"Well if you open it, you'll find out!" Luffy giggled.

'This is it! Here comes the exploitation! All pirates are the same... all they do is use people! I guess I don't really have a choice... if I can avoid pissing off the captain until we at least make it to the next port, I can slip away then. For now, I just need to keep surviving.'

"Fine."

Lana bit back a sigh and retrieved her pins. To her surprise, the lock was simple and gave way almost instantly.

"What the-"

'He's keeping treasure in such a flimsy box?'

She popped the lid open, mouth falling open in amazement when she saw what was inside.

"Wow! You really did it!" Luffy exclaimed, delighted.

The box was full of...

"That was amazing!" Luffy went on, ludicrously impressed with her simple work.

... it was full of worms. They wriggled weakly through clumps of dark dirt.

"I can fish again now and I might actually catch something!" Luffy celebrated.

"You... you just wanted me to open your bait box?" Lana asked.

"Yep! And that was so cool to watch! Can you do it again?"

"Again?"

"Yeah, it was super neat! I wanna see it again!"

Lana was the only one shocked by Luffy's innocence. Nami threw her hands up in the air, Zoro facepalmed, Usopp shook his head and Sanji chuckled past his cigarette.

"Of course he would be happy about the silliest possible part of this situation," Nami lamented.

'This kid's so weird... he's acting like I'm pulling tricks at a party or something.'

"I... yeah, I can do it again," Lana said, still struggling to figure out what was going on. "Not a problem."

Lana locked the box in the blink of an eye and handed it back to Luffy. He grappled with it, struggling to pull it open.

"Whoa-hoh! You can do it backwards too! Awesome!"

Laughing, he handed her the box back, eyes wide and bright. The expectations they held were like nothing she'd ever seen from Corrin. Luffy looked at her without any trace of greed. By all appearances, his motives were pure playfulness.

"Again! One more time!" he cheered.

"Who... who are you?" Lana managed, mystified thoughts spilling out before she could censor them.

"Me? I already told you. I'm Luffy. Monkey D. Luffy! I'm the man who'll be king of the pirates!"

"Oh. Uh... wow."

Lana's blank stare prompted Sanji to jump in, generously giving her enough time to start processing what she'd just heard.

"Luffy, we have no idea what this poor girl's been through," he tsked. "Why don't you give her some space? She's not a circus act."

"I just had a really great idea though!" Luffy exclaimed, grin widening even further.

"Oh no... I know that look," Zoro grumbled.

"Lana... I think you should join my crew!" Luffy declared enthusiastically, hands on his hips. "We're pirates, we should have a lockpick on board!"

"Hey! I can pick locks!" Nami protested. "We don't need someone specially for that!"

"Yeah, but Lana can pick locks really good," Luffy pointed out. "You've been telling me you'd open my tackle box for over a week now."

"I was getting around to it!"

"And besides, she's already here! And she's already a pirate, so it makes tons of sense!"

"That makes no sense at all!" Nami snarled.

"Come on, Lana, whaddaya say?" Luffy prompted. "We're super fun, I promise! And if you decide to stick around, I won't have to worry about getting locked out of my tackle box anymore!"

"I... well, I..."

'I never wanted to be a pirate to begin with!' Lana thought, mind racing as she tried to choose the right words to turn him down. 'I ran away from Corrin so I could try to go back to my old life... although now that my bounty's gone up, I don't even know if that's remotely possible anymore. Even so, I'm not interested in jumping from one pirate crew to the next! These kids seem nice enough at first glance, but I'm sure they're just as power hungry and bloodthirsty as Corrin or any other pirate.'

How much could she say without running the risk of incurring this captain's wrath? Did he have any under his goofy exterior?

"Thanks, but I'd rather not," Lana said warily. "I was just looking for a ride to the next port, not a new crew. I'm done being an outlaw. It's not a life I chose for myself anyway."

"Hm. You know, with a price like 18 million on your head, you might not get off as scot free as you hope," Nami pointed out.

"It's not like I've done anything terrible," Lana protested. "Corrin pointed at locks and I opened them for him."

"Paper says you stabbed a guy," Usopp reminded her crititcally.

"That was one time! It was self defense!"

"It's a big mistake to assume the marines or the bounty hunters will care about your motives," Zoro informed her. "You want my advice?"

"Couldn't hurt, I guess," Lana grumbled, even though she really wasn't interested.

"You'll always be a criminal now, no matter what you do. May as well commit to it."

Lana gulped. She'd never seen such an unhinged grin in her life.

Unfazed by Zoro's face, Nami smacked him on the back of the head.

"Whose side are you on, anyway?" she demanded. "She doesn't want to join, so just let it go! The last thing this crew needs is another member with a bounty... we draw enough heat as it is with just Luffy! Yesterday was proof of that!"

"Look, Lana."

Luffy's voice silenced his crew.

"If you want to leave at the next port, that's fine by me. But if you change your mind, my offer stands. Now... Nami! Don't you have any boxes or chests that lock? I wanna see if she can open them!"

Having heard the last word from their captain on the matter, the straw hats dispersed.

'What a weird group,' Lana thought, resigning herself to the idea of entertaining Luffy until they made port again. The cost of booking passage, as far as she was concerned. 'As far as luck goes, this might be the best series of events I've ever stumbled into.'

Only hindsight would allow her to realize how true the off-hand thought really was.

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