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[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

KaJu

Pt.1 -> masterlist

Arjuna, the Youngest of Kunti as well as the Pandavas, walked into the Rangbhoomi as soon as his name was called. This young boy of seventeen years was the best as well the favourite student of Dronacharya.

Since most of the princes were done with their training and education in warfare by now, their teacher — the renowned Guru Drona — had specially requested a ceremony to be held in Hastinapur, where each of the princes would receive a weapon of their choice on behalf of the elders as a symbol of their strength, skill and perseverance.

Naturally, Arjuna chose the bow and arrows. The bow wasn't just something he specialised in, it was a weapon he revered and loved. To him, it was a symbol of one of his greatest virtues: never missing his target. He could shoot at the eye of a bird from yards away, slice a branch into two clean halves, exactly estimate where to shoot to reach his target, invoke magical arrows with the mantras Dronacharya had taught him, and perhaps greatest of all, shoot in the dark. He was ambidextrous (fittingly bestowed with the name 'Savyasachi'), his aim was perfect, his accuracy utterly deadly, and for a mere seventeen year old, it was more than a remarkable feat.

No wonder his teacher was often so partial towards him, making his Kaurava cousins jealous. Arjuna held great respect for Guru Drona; he was one of the first father figures he and his brothers had ever had, after their Grandsire Bhishma, of course.

"Behold, residents of Hastinapur! It would be my greatest honour to present to you my best student, the Pandava Rajkumar Arjuna! He has, in the past several years, under my teaching, mastered the art of archery to perfection. Like the swiftness of the tiger, the arrows released by him are capable of piercing through a wall, a tree, a leaf or a beast in less than a few seconds! One would be hard-pressed to find an archer who can shoot with such accuracy, let alone shoot in the dark. In my entire life, never have I come across a student such as him, with as much power of concentration and persistence! Having had the honour of teaching him myself, I can now, with all due respect and confidence, take the pride of saying that he is the greatest archer of not only the entire Aryan region, but the world!" Announced Drona, as he gave his favourite student an impressive bow.

Arjuna blushed red in embarrassment as cheers and the praises that went along the stadium, as well as his brothers' proud faces.

"Wait, Revered Guru!"

Came the shout of a young man, and everyone turned their head to see who it was. Arjuna watched as a youth wielding a bow made his way down the front steps and made a beeline straight for where he, Drona and Kripacharya stood in the centre of the arena. He wore a deep frown visible even from afar and was barely managing to take long strides, rather than outright stomping. As he drew close, Arjuna saw that he was clearly several years older than him — about twenty-eight — and also much taller; he had flowing dark hair, a rugged face and a well-built body. His eyes, however, were stormy and hostile.

"Greetings, Revered Gurus. Forgive me for interrupting the ceremony this way, but I think you have just made a grave mistake."

Dronacharya shot a glare at the man. "What are you speaking of, young man? Return to your place at once!"

"I cannot do so." He glanced at Arjuna, "You just now declared the young prince here as the best archer of the world, when in reality, you haven't even taught a fourth of the world's men, so many of whom could go on to become great archers, if only they were given the chance. The prince may be the best among your students, but you cannot simply declare him to be the greatest of all, for that would mean insulting the abilities of those who may be far greater than him. In such a case, you cannot expect someone like me to sit silent and not raise my voice."

Arjuna gazed at the man in awe. Even if his special moment was interrupted rudely, he couldn't help but notice that this man had a great point.

"Hold on right there, lad! Are you saying you are better than my students?" Drona asked.

"Yes, very much so. And now, as a consequence of this conflict, I would like to call upon the young prince here and challenge him to a duel! Let us see who is the more skilled one!"

Everyone gasped.

"Wait! Before you start the duel, first tell us who you are. Only then will you be permitted to duel with the prince. Unless you are a prince or a king yourself, you have no right to interrupt the ceremony, young man!" Exclaimed Kripa.

The man grit his teeth. "My name is Karna" said the youth confidently, "I am the son of the charioteer of Mahamahim Bhishma and Maharaj Dhritarashtra. I am of the Suta varna."

"Suta?" Kripa bore a look of contempt.

Karna tensed at this. "Yes. I am a Suta, the son of a charioteer. It's not a secret, it's none of your business, nor is it relevant here."

"Of course it is relevant! A Suta cannot duel with a Kshatriya! It is forbidden! How did you even dare to learn the art of warfare?"

"What does my varna have to do with my skills?" cried Karna, his grip around his bow tightening as his eyes reddened, his chest heaving in anger. Arjuna shrank back, a little nervous now. Somehow, he had the impression that this wasn't the first time this man had faced such a situation. "You cannot bar me from displaying my skills here!" he continued agitatedly, "I have just as much a right to be a warrior as any prince! To wield a weapon and be called a worthy one!"

"Absolutely not!" Shouted Drona.

"But i am telling you, I-"

"I am telling you to shut up!" roared Kripa, pushed way beyond his temper now.

Following this, there was a cacophony of noises coming from the audience.

"Leave, Sutaputra!" Someone from the stadium shouted. The whole crowd then began to laugh, chant and jeer at the desperate man. "Leave, Sutaputra, leave!"

Arjuna suddenly felt sorry for the man and wanted to say something to atleast stop the taunts, but was stopped by another shout. It was Duryodhan. He strode ahead towards Kripa, his signature arrogant smirk plastered across his face. "Sir, I think I have a solution to your problem. You say that this man cannot duel with Arjuna given his status. But what if someone crowned him king this instant?" Karna seemed to perk up at this, eyeing the eldest Kaurav with interest. "In that case, Arjuna could accept his challenge, right?"

Before Kripa could reply, Duryodhan turned to Karna, placing his hands on his shoulders, his eyes betraying a look similar to that of a man who'd discovered a huge pile of gold all for himself. "Don't worry, friend. You shall certainly be able to fulfil your dream. No dream should go to waste." Then, he spoke loud enough for all to hear. "Hear, everyone! I, the son of King Dhritarashtra, hereby proclaim this youth named Karna, the King and ruler of the province of Anga, which has till now been in the control of Hastinapur!"

Karna seemed to perk up at this, eyeing the eldest Kaurav with interest. “In that case, Arjuna could accept his challenge, right?”

Arjuna turned to look at his brothers, and they all exchanged apprehensive glances as they noticed Karna gazing at Duryodhan in elated disbelief, his eyes now shining with gratitude as he profusely thanked the prince. There was loud talk amongst the crowd as well as the royals. Nobody objected to Duryodhan, not even Bhishma. He and the remaining elders were watching the scene unfold in equal disbelief.

"Do you accept now, Rajkumar?" Karna asked, with an eager quirk of his eyebrow. Arjuna turned to Drona, who, after a moment's consideration, finally gave in with a curt nod.

"I had accepted your challenge the moment you even said it. But I had no say in between of my teachers and elders." Karna nodded and bowed, his eyes shooting Arjuna a look of striking, fiery determination. The young prince returned the determined look, but with a calmer sentiment. The teachers moved back, and Duryodhan returned to his place as Karna and Arjuna took their positions at opposite ends of the circle in the centre of the arena.

Kripa sounded a quick drum beat to indicate the start of the duel. Immediately, both drew their bows and fired arrows, which collided and dropped lifeless. Karna was shooting with a strength and fury that Arjuna hadn't yet seen anyone possess. He however, remained wary of him; Karna didn't seem like any ordinary fighter. Only someone with both exceptional talent and courage would have had the guts to interrupt a royal event, let alone challenge a prince. Then Arjuna, without warning, shot an arrow that multiplied into three and flew straight at Karna’s torso.

Then to everyone's astonishment, a stunning gold armour appeared and covered Karna's torso, the arrows breaking after coming in contact with it.

Kunti, seated on one of the shaded balconies, fainted on Gandhari's shoulder as soon as she saw what happened.

More arrows and collisions. It just didn’t seem to end. Tensed, Arjuna prepared to draw his bowstring again, when an arrow made way towards him, and he caught it out of reflex, slamming it on the ground and breaking it. The sun set right then, coincidentally. The gong sounded again, indicating of the end of the duel.

The princes, though, were all much more interested in watching the duel unfold; their prizes lay long forgotten. There were audible groans and grumbles of disappointment from them, especially the Kauravas: what could be better than watching the cousin whom they were so jealous of possibly being defeated and humiliated by an older, stronger man, who had already begun to favour them and their brother?

Karna clearly wasn't satisfied, but he bowed in respect again. Arjuna stood there, bewildered. Nothing about this ceremony had gone as he'd expected it to, but he too, was stunned at the skill of the man now standing before him. Not to mention the armour that had appeared out of thin air. It was as bright, beautiful and golden as the sun itself. It had to be divine. Arjuna was in awe of Karna. He remembered how he'd been taught to end a duel, and though he felt very awkward, Arjuna approached Karna slowly. Karna stared as the youngest prince joined his hands in a good-spirited gesture of politeness.

"You are so talented. It was amazing to duel with you." Arjuna said simply, giving him a bright smile.

Karna suddenly felt a sudden urge to ruffle the Rajkumar's hair, as the latter looked upto him with a glint of awe in his eyes. Vasusena smiled softly at him. "Thank you. You are talented as well, for someone so young." He turned and left, hurrying back to the crowd now watching him in awe.

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As Dhrithrasth was about to announce the Yuvraj, Dronacharya interrupted. "Glory to the king!" Dronacharya entered. "Maharaj, I apologize for interrupting you. I know that today you are going to announce the heir to the throne, but that is why I have come to request to you, that out of all my shishya, no one ought to be chosen in the court now."

"Tatparya?" asked Dhrithrasth.

"Until a sculptor is satisfied, even the Almighty cannot reside in the idol made by him. And that idol cannot be deemed worthy of worship." said Dronacharya.

"I do not understand you." Dhrithrasth said.

"Maharaj, Dronacharya has not received his guru-dakshina from his students yet. And that is why, until they are his students, we cannot coronate any of them." said Vidur.

"So, what does the Maha Guru Drona expect?" asked Maharaj.

"Maharaj, I expect my shishya-" he looked at all of his students. "-to give me my guru-dakshina in the form of the art I have taught them. Let me see, who is the most superior amongst my shishya." said Dronacharya. All of them nodded. "I wish to see who is the most capable shishya." said Acharya Drona.

"Indeed, Acharya." said Mahamantri Vidur. "A guru testing his shishya is the aptest way of judging them. Then no one shall charge us for being partial."

"But!" Shakuni chipped in. "Why do we need to test their skills again and again Maharaj? Did not we already conduct a a competition for that? What if you become partial!?" He exclaimed.

"Gandhar Raj, a Guru can never be partial. You saying this, adds to my insult." Said Drona.

"Avashya Acharya!" said Maharaj. Everyone looked at him. "Since the competition was inconclusive, resorting to this method seems apt."

"So, Dronacharya. Ask for your guru-dakshina." said Vidur. "The one who will be able to convince you with his might shall be the most capable one."

"What are you asking for, Dronacharya?" asked Mahamahim Bhishma.

"I want revenge for being insulted." said the Guru. "Panchal Raj Drupad needs to be at my feet. I was insulted gravely in the rajyasabha of Panchal once, at the hands of my friend, Drupad. The hurtful words of an enemy give a challenge, but those of a friend, give an insult. When a friend insults you, your whole life gets poisoned." he said and looked at all his students.

"My students, I have endured the fire of this insult within me and lived for years. Had I made up my mind, I could have defeated Drupad at that very moment! But he had insulted my knowledge. That is why I took an oath that one day I will defeat him at the hands of my shishya!" Drona exclaimed. "And today that day has come, children. That moment has come. And you have the opportunity of fulfilling the vow of your teacher. Who will be able to give me my guru-dakshina? Do you have the capability?" Asked the Guru .

"DO YOU HAVE THE CAPABILITY?!" he shouted at last.

"No! Impossible!" said Maharaj. Everyone looked at him. "A powerful and experienced warrior like Drupad cannot be faced by them. Panchal has more than two akshauni army. And the fort of the capital city Kampilya. No Maha Guru Drona. Ask for something else!" He exclaimed.

"This is guru-dakshina, Maharaj. Not some business." He told the king "I want either revenge, or nothing. If I could not fortify the might and self-confidence of my shishya, then it is my misfortune, Maharaj. But you need not feel sad. I will go to other kingdom to look for brave men." Drona said at last. "I will fortify them with my art so that they avenge my insult, because, Maharaj, I shall have my revenge." He said and turned towards the gates.

He turned his head back. "Then you must find the heir to your throne from other kingdom." he said "Agya dijiye. Pranipat" he asked for permission to leave, joined his hands, turned around and started walking towards the exit.

"Gurudev!" Arjuna shouted as he got up from his seat. Dronacharya stopped walking, as the former walked forward. "Every word uttered by my Guru is an order for me!" He exclaimed.

Dronacharya turned to face him. "I take an oath! That you will have either Drupad at your feet, or my severed head in your hands!" Arjuna vowed, and, in return, got a proud smile from his teacher.

Then exclamations came from the other princes of them promising to defeat the Panchal Raj.

Plannings and preparations for the war had started. The Kauravas, as usual, didn't include the Pandavas in their plannings.

The following day, they would challenge the Panchal King.

Many many lines have been taken from SuaveBlackSwan's 'Mahabharata — A Retelling' book in AO3

[myokk]

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[ilikeicecoffee-blog]

Every now and then, Cat Mario likes to sleep on Peach's head🤭 Going by her expression, this happens often, and she doesn't mind at all❤️🩷 And yes, he often puurrsss in his sleep as Cat Mario🤭

I'm kinda proud of how this one came out😌 I was going for that early Saturday morning vibe🌞

Here's the original drawing used as a reference💯

[fattymicfatfat]

I don't care how good at time management he is your Honor! There is NO WAY Aaron Minyard was casually majoring in BIOCHEMISTRY while playing Exy, keeping Katelyn a secret, going to therapy with Andrew, partying on the weekends, the Trial, AND having to deal with all the bullshit Neil brings?? Homie has ulcers for real

[mandiemegatron]

♡ ᵏᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ♡

ᴷⁱˡˡᵉʳ ˣ ᵍ/ⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ; ⁴³⁶

ᴵⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ,

ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵉ,

ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵉ,

ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ...

Gentle fingers tug at your shirt, lovingly pulling the fabric from your skin, over your head and dropping it to the wooden floors before returning to trace over your flesh with a soft dedication.

Giving a breathless sigh, you let your head tilt forward slightly as your eyes slowly shut, your hands moving over a toned, bare chest until they come up to cradle a masked face. Your name falls from it, whispered through hidden lips that you swore you could feel kiss your temple as the mask pressed against it.

Warm hands roam your back as he murmurs to you, adoration and promises, sending shivers up and down your spine. He pulls your chest to his, and your arms immediately wrap around his broad shoulders as you look back up at him. You placed every ounce of love you had for him in your eyes, hoping he could see the devotion and genuine affection you had for him.

You wanted more than the physical, and even though you hadn't passed the entire threshold with him, you knew eventually something would change and you were worried he wouldn't want the same thing. You loved him, you knew, and you were sure he felt something, for it to have felt like this for the time you'd been with him. You just hoped you wouldn't walk away with a broken heart.

Your heart dropped through the floor as his hands came up and covered yours, holding your palms to his mask. You hear him take a breath and slowly exhale before his hands make yours start to lift the mask up.

You watch with wide eyes as the mask comes off, heart pounding in your chest as Killers face comes into vision, messy bangs just covering lightning blue eyes that struck you silent. Purple painted lips ticked up slightly as Killer silently observed you take in every inch of his face, committing every piece of skin to memory.

“You're quiet.”

Your eyes met his and you can't help but whisper honestly, “And you're gorgeous.”

Pink tints his pale cheeks as a soft chuckle escapes his lips, torn between pulling you close and kissing you senseless or remaining like this, thriving under your adoring gaze. He chooses the former, tilting your chin up slightly and moving his face closer to yours, his eyes now watching for any discomfort.

His heart leaps in joy as your eyes fall shut, your face moving in just the same, and Killer swears there's fanfare playing as his lips finally meet yours.

[hawkinsbnbg]

One morning, Eddie walked up to Steve and promised to show him the world’s biggest wonder once the school was over.

Leaving Steve on edge with excitement and anticipation all day.

That night, when they met up at the Munson Trailer and Eddie pulled out the biggest cock Steve had ever seen, no one could blame him for dropping to his knees with his mouth eagerly opened, ready to go down on his trusted dealer.

[swordmaid]

thalia menodora 💠・ noble ・wild magic sorcerer・rich woman with rich problems 😪

[scrooges-greasy-toes]

fucking DORKS

[duusheen]

She's officially an Atcliffe 💕

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗎𝗏𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 + 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗏 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍��𝗈𝗇, 𝗎𝗏𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 (𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾), 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗎𝗏𝗈, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 (?) }

You let out a sharp yelp as Uvogin fucks you into the hotel bed, his hands held your waist as his fingers indented the pudge of your brown tummy.

You clawed at the sheets as you cry out, the force of Uvo’s hips hitting your ass as his heavy dick pounded into your little pussy, stretching you out so painfully good.

If he wasn’t fuckin you dumb with each thrust you would’ve had half a mind to be quiet or tell him too, but you could never tell Uvo to be quiet cuz he’d just snarl and say “Me be quiet? What the hell for? Don’t want your boytoys to hear? Huhh? Don’t want them to know who’s fuckin’ you right now?”

And he’s so stupid because hes stubborn and one track minded, first off he’s the only one you’re fucking with and he knows this, but you can barely get out any words between his rough pumps and your sobbing. “It’s kids… on this ffuck~ level.”

There was no room left for questioning if people heard you, your voice was already beginning to get hoarse, but at least it lasted longer this time. He paused making you let out a breath of relief from his harsh movements, you could feel his fat dick throbbing as it rested comfortably in it’s always tight sleeve.

You turn towards Uvogin hearing the most spine chilling sound as he laughs looking into your puffy eyes, you wore a pout on your lips as if you’d been crying for hours (and you have because of him) he finds you more beautiful than ever in that moment and you should be terrified.

“Ohh that’s the problem huh princess? You wanted some rugrats runnin’ round? Fine I’ll give you my brats.” Before you can even open your mouth to rebut he’s pulling out and slamming into to you taking away what little breath you have. “S-shit~ NO~ Uvooo~ fuckk me.”

He pulls your arms from in front of you holding you up by the crease of your elbows. “I f-Fuckin am princess. Ya want more?? Alright then soo greedy!” Your head hangs, braids falling out of the ponytail that wasn’t Uvo proof, and you’re pretty sure you passed out for a good five seconds before you heard the beast above you laugh.

“Holy shit! You squirted just from that?” “Ugghh Uvoo~ daddy~ you’re in my fuck~in tummy. Y-you’re a fuc~fuckin beast.” He smirks his ego going into overdrive as he pulls you up, one monumentally large hand going around your neck tilting your head to look at him, the other covering the whole of your stomach.

“Yea I fuckin am ain’t I? A fucking beast? The only one that could fuck this tight pretty brown pussy? Huh princess? Answer me!” Your eyes partially left the back of your head as you nod dumbly, whines of yess barely incomprehensible leaving your lips as he fucks up into you.

He opens his mouth letting his tongue fall and licks all over your cheek to your lips, where he sloppily kisses you licking up the drool that fell to the corner side of your mouth. “Fuck yea princess. Always holding me so tight. Gonna lemme fuck my kids in ya? Get ya nice ‘n fat with my brats? That’ll keep those fucking punks away from my pussy won’t it?”

“Yesshh~ fucckk~” You slur making him grin. “Then cum on my cock so I fuck you full of my brats.” You let out a lot high pitched whine, abiding as your body trembling with release, you can feel the dull stinging sensation of a cramp starting to form before it diminished.

The sounds of skin slapping and the slickness of both your cum fills the whole room, but not louder than Uvogin’s rough but stuttering thrusts. “Holy fuckk~ princess. Better keep all of me in this pussy or I’d have to fuck you til I cum again.”

He slapped your ass and adjusted his hands to grip your hips pulling you flush against him, you fell into the bed your face on the covers, hair surrounding the pillowy white sheet and knees rooted on the bed.

You couldn’t, scratch that, wouldn’t take Uvo’s words lightly, it was a fucking threat, you’re not gonna let him fuck you like this again without any real breaks might I add. He let out a loud growl, his mouth by your ear, the bed braking and the wall dented in as pieces of the plywood fell.

“S-shit~ fuckk yea princess.” He let out a thunderous growl as he spilt his hot cum into you. This is the third time Uvo came, y’all had been fucking since early afternoon it was now late at night, you lost count and had no sense of time after your fourth orgasm.

And you hate him forreal cuz his libido and stamina is extremely high, and the fact that he’s a beast, makes him think he should actually be fucking like a damn animal.

You trash talk him in your head as he pulls out, loudly groaning, flopping next to you on his back, hands behind his head in a relaxed position as if he’d just started on a ten month paid vacation.

You’re laid in the bed like Winnie the pooh resting your head onto your arms getting comfortable, Uvo looks at you a satisfied grin in his face. “I should get you one of those baby pee sticks tomorrow. Bet that load definitely got you pregnant ‘magine our brats going ‘round causin’ trouble everywhere.”

You hum nonchalantly eyes drifting to his as you heard him snort. “Fucked ya so hard your voice is gone huh?” You roll your eyes scoffing lightly, sticking up your middle finger causing him to bark out a laugh.

“Now if those men talk to ya when everyone, by now, knows you’re mine I’ll kill ‘em.” He removed his hand rubbing his rough, scarred fingertips lightly on your cheek. You roll your eyes not even finna get into it with this man when your voice can barely function, he continues to talk rambling himself to sleep.

“And when our ankle biters get ‘er imma train ‘em to attack anyone that tries to hit on you…” You giggle catching his hand in yours as it fell from your face.

‘Such a fucking idiot’

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[softgothbabe]

I want my pussy ate and creampied! Right now! Now now now!

[inkysquelched]

Been wanting to draw her for literal years, I hope I did her justice. 🥺

Meanwhile Eight:

[slouph]

Cyno & Kaveh 🌱 Growth spurt

[tinkerbitch69]

Me: Maybe I should give bg3 a try even if I’ve never played a baldur’s gate game in my life or have much interest in the forgotten realms setting or find any of the companions interesting at all really. It might scratch that dragon age itch tho.

*Dragon Age: Veilguard releases at long last*

Also Me: never mind bg3 gtfo

[mandiemegatron]

【 ᵁⁿᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᴴᵘʳᵗ 】

Black Leg Sanji x cis!fem Straw Hat Reader

Rated: T for mental health discussions. Comfort, confessions, Sanji being open about his depression, we love healing Sanji in this household.

Words ; 3, 358

Trade with @shanalikeanna !! I love you forever, my lovely shana, I hope you enjoy this!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Once again, none of this would be possible without my beta and bestie, @moss-woods !! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my love!!! 💖💖💋💋

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ˢᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ, ᵗᵒᵒ!! ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ, ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ˡⁱˡ ᵗᵃⁿᵍᵉʳⁱⁿᵉˢ!💖💖

The first night after escaping Totto Land, everyone was on edge.

The second, everyone did their best to try and rest, but most of the Straw Hats still tossed and turned (sans Zoro, that man can and has slept through a tornado).

The third night, you'd finally decided around 3 am to get up, your thoughts still raging through your mind and keeping the sandman from blessing you with sweet, sweet sleep.

Throwing on a simple, black hoodie and dark red sweatpants, you slipped into some shoes and quietly dipped out of the women's quarters and made it upstairs to the main deck without an issue.

To your surprise, you could smell Sanji smoking; taking a look around and realizing he was up top with Nami's tangerine groves. You climbed up and gave a small wave, not wanting to startle him.

“Can't sleep either?” You ask gently, causing Sanji to snap out of his thoughts and grin up at you, going to stand but you stopped him, instead moving closer and sitting in the plush grass with him. You reached up and plucked a tangerine, giving Sanji a grin when he gently took it from you with no words said.

“Thank you,” You begin, only to stop as you notice the dark circles under his eyes. “Sanji… have you gotten any sleep?”

The blonde stops for a moment, eyes still staring at the fruit in his hands and it's seconds later when he starts moving again, silently peeling away. After it's done, he holds the slices out to you and you take half of them, gently folding his fingers over the ones left over and pushing his hand back to him.

“Don't worry, it's our secret,” you joked, giving him a sneaky grin and a small chuckle before popping a slice in your mouth.

There was a comfortable silence between you both as you ate. The moon was bright in the sky, lighting up the grove beautifully and basking you both in its light. After you were done, you took the chance to carefully ask Sanji,

“Are… are you doing okay, Sanji?”

This time, he did look at you, his usually bright eyes dull and glazed as he seemingly stared through you. “Of course,” His usual cheery voice came through, but you could feel the hurt behind his tone.

You softly reached out and grasped one of his hands, gently holding it in both of yours as you mentioned in a lightly joking tone,

“You're really bad at lying to me.”

For a long second, Sanji stared, unable to enunciate anything, though his mouth twitched a few times. He then took a long drag and let it drift out, making sure to blow it up away from you.

“Sanji… you can talk to me. I can't even imagine what you went through-”

His hand tightened around your fingers and you froze, worry for him running through your entire body. He then took a shaky breath and finally murmured out tiredly,

“I don't want to talk about it.”

You frowned sadly, holding his hand over your heart as you replied,

“You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to. I just want you to know I'm here for you, always.”

Sanji sniffles softly as his gaze wanders to the grass, the aching in his heart getting harder to ignore.

“It doesn't matter-”

You squeeze his hand and comment,

“It absolutely matters Sanji, it matters to me and it matters to everyone on this crew. We're your family, we love you, Sanji.”

Nothing but another sigh came from the chef, the fight going on inside his head clearly too loud for you to get anything through to him. You could almost read the expression on his face - you don't get it, he's thinking, his gaze burning through the grassy patch.

You let his hand move back into his lap, his other hand reaching over to flick ashes off his cigarette.

“If you don't want to talk, that's okay. Do you mind listening instead, then?”

Your voice was small, so soft that it took Sanji a moment to process the words. His gaze flickered back up to you, hazy wariness hidden behind them as he nodded slightly.

You took a moment, gathering your thoughts to form into words as you gently began,

“I believe everything that happens to us happens for a reason. The good things happen to remind us that life is worth living, worth experiencing. The bad shit happens to show us how to grow, how to fight back, and to find that inner strength that you didn't even know was there.”

You shifted slightly, sitting up a bit straighter as you continued,

“I don't know what happened with you after you left. We were terrified, I was terrified. What if I never saw you again? What if I never got to tell you how amazing you were?”

Sanji also sat up more, his curled brow shifting down as he stared silently.

“Doing hard things is never easy, but having support from the people that love you makes all the difference. Even if that hard thing is just trying to survive.”

You shrug slightly, your fingers fiddling with themselves in your lap as you added,

“I heard… about Judge.”

Sanji freezes at your words, like ice cold snow had been dropped down onto him. His face twitches, the expression slightly irritated before it falls back into the previous nearly blank one.

“Sanji, have you heard the phrase, “blood is thicker than water?” Are you aware that phrase is wrong?”

Sanji lights a fresh cigarette with a slight shrug of his own, softly murmuring, “Oh.”

“The actual phrase is, “the blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.”, meaning, the family you create is stronger than the family you were born into.”

You reached up and plucked another tangerine, peeling it yourself as Sanji sits, stunned and watching you with a wide, blue eye.

“I don't think I've ever met a single person with great parents. Hell, even my dad was a piece of shit too! But I can tell you, with absolute confidence, that you have a great father.”

The chef gave a single, sharp barking laugh, going to reply with a snarking bite when you cut him off with your own, sharp continuance,

“Have you forgotten so easily who you are, Sanji?”

He leans back a bit in hurt, tears welling up in his eyes as you add genuinely,

“You are Black Leg Sanji, named after your father, Red Leg Zeff. You are chef to the Straw Hat Pirates and don't you ever forget that your real father would be damn proud of how far you've come.”

You popped a few slices of tangerine into your mouth as you let your words stew, watching the tears stream down Sanji's face. You finished off the fruit and hummed softly, looking up at the sky as you spoke again.

“I think you should call him.”

You looked back to him and reached over, patting him on the shoulder a few times before getting up and brushing any dirt or grass from your butt. You threw Sanji a bright grin, your face illuminated by the moon as you softly commanded,

“Go get some sleep, Sanji. Your family will still be here in the morning.”

You turned and walked away before he could say anything, only able to watch you quietly walk back down towards the main deck door.

In the silence of the small grove, Sanji's heart beat so loud he swore the whole ship could hear it. His fingers ached, his eyes burned and his throat felt tight, like someone had welded his flesh inside together.

He knew you were right, the logic and love in your words washing over him like a warm blanket the more he thought over them.

So why couldn't he get up?

He flopped back into the grass, both eyes exposed to the shine of the moon as he puffed on his smoke. He took a last drag and put it out in the grass, intent on cleaning up after himself before he moved again. His eyes slipped shut for just a moment, his exhaustion catching up to him as his fight or flight instinct finally released its grip on him.

In seconds, Black Leg Sanji had passed out, a small smile on his lips with his body lovingly covered by the shadows from the tangerine trees.

Sanji awoke the next morning in his hammock, confusion running through him as he ran a tired hand through his hair. He groans and sits up, hopping out of his bed and slowly gets dressed, having to stop a few times as the ship rocks and he nearly trips.

Once he's dressed and more awake, he makes his way to the kitchen as usual and is surprised to find the moss head sitting at the table with a drink in his hand as you wash up dishes. It's clear that food had been made, and he goes to question you when Zoro pipes up,

“Sleep beauty finally wakes! How's it goin’, princess?” His tone is snarky and teasing but there's genuine curiosity behind the words.

Sanji only aims a kick at his head, which is blocked as usual. He huffs and straightens up his tie, giving Zoro the middle finger before sliding up behind you, completely ignoring the now furious swordsman.

“Oi! Fuck you, curlybrow!”

You're shaking your head with a roll of your eyes as Sanji asks you sweetly,

“You didn't have to do all this, mon ange! You could have woken me up-”

You looked up at him with a small grin as you commented,

“You were out like a light, Sanji. Besides, I've been watching you cook for ages, I feel like I picked up just enough to satisfy everyone.”

Sanji's cheeks burn, little hearts dancing around his head at your words. You couldn't help but breathe a soft sigh of relief, glad he was slowly returning to the man he was.

“Oh mon amour! You are the most precious thing in my life!”

Zoro gives a loud, over-exaggerated gag at that, pulling laughter from you as you finish placing the last dish into the drying rack. Sanji turns his attention back to Zoro with a snarking reply of,

“At least a woman wants to spend time with me! Your stink keeps everyone at a 5 mile radius away from you.” He proves his point by placing his hands on your hips and standing a little closer to hold you to him as he makes a face at Zoro who makes one back.

“Oh yeah? She doesn't look so comfortable from where I'm standing!”

You groan and roll your eyes again, pulling away from Sanji with burning cheeks as you make your way out of the kitchen.

“You guys can fight without me being in the middle!”

Zoro stops you before you can leave, gently grasping your wrist and pulling you to him. You give a soft “Oof!” as your body collides into Zoros, your hand pressing onto his chest to stabilize yourself.

“Oi! Shitty Swordsman! Get your grubby little hands off Y/N!”

Zoro just laughs, slinging a heavy arm around your shoulders and keeping you to him as he barks back,

“You're just mad that she doesn't hate me, ugly dandelion head!”

You pinch Zoro's nipple and he jumps, letting go of you as he shields his wounded pride and offended body part behind burning cheeks.

“The hell was that for?!”

Sanji can't help but burst out laughing, your own laughter joining in as you finally make your way out of the kitchen.

“Paybacks a bitch, Zo!”

With you gone, the two men glared and growled at each other, Sanji huffing smoke at the swordsman as Zoro puffs his chest out a bit, glaring Sanji down.

“Quit hittin” on her, you curlybrowed moron!”

“You quit it! She doesn't like stupid, ugly, unwashed assholes!”

Their foreheads smacked against each other as they growled and barked at each other, only finally breaking away as they heard you call from down the hallway,

“Sanji? Can I get your help with something?”

Sanji flashes Zoro a smug grin, puffing smoke in his face as he calls back,

“Of course I can, my darling Y/N-chaaan!”

Zoro rolls his eye as he watched the shitty love cook literally twirl and dance out the kitchen door, taking the advantage of Sanji being gone to raid the ‘secret’ cupboard that held all the good sake.

Finding an unopened bottle, Zoro uncorks it with a heavy sigh before heading back up to the crows nest.

Sanji, on the other hand, finds himself in a predicament as he searches the halls for you, confusion set on his face as he opens a few doors.

“Y/N? Where'd you go?”

He almost shrieks as a hand pulls him back, tugging him into a room and slamming the door shut. He turns and flares his nose slightly, staring you down as he presses a hand over his chest.

“Y/N! You almost gave me a heart attack,” he half-jokes, patting his chest lightly a few times as you grin up at him.

“I gotta keep you on your toes,” you replied lightly, giving him a quick wink before tugging him over to your bed. You immediately sat down and patted the space beside you, an almost expectant look on your face as you asked,

“You got some time to sit with me?”

Sanji takes in your expression and slowly sits, but not before putting out his cigarette in the small ashtray on your bedside table. His heart always thumped a few extra fast beats at your thoughtfulness.

He makes himself comfortable before he nervously asks,

“So? What did you need help with?”

Your face blossoms into bright red hues as you look down to your lap, your fingers fiddling with themselves anxiously as you slowly got out,

“I um, I just, um,” you stumble over your words, unsure of how to get them out. It takes a second, but you finally inhale before quickly spilling out in one, quick breath,

“Ireallylikeyouandidon’tknowifyoulikemetoo.”

Sanji blinks a few times, his mind trying to decipher the words that bubbled out of you, only for his head to tilt to the side as he gives a confused,

“Uh… what?”

Your cheeks darken, and you shove your face into shaking hands, trying to steady your racing heart as you groan into your palms.

You freeze as two warm hands grip lightly around your wrists, pulling your hands from your face only to find Sanji's own visage just centimeters from your own.

There's a sparkle in his uncovered eye and a wide grin on his face as he breathes out,

“You like me?”

You stiffen as your expression sinks nervously, only able to give him a soft,

“... Yeah….”

There's a single moment between you before your back is pressed onto the bed and Sanji is on top of you, his hands on either side of your head with one leg in between yours.

Shivers run over your body in anticipation, your eyes staring up into both of his as his hair dangles over you, showing every part of his beautiful face. You gently reach up and cup one of his cheeks in your palm, watching with a soaring heart as his eyes fall shut and he presses further into your palm.

“For so long…” He started, his voice just above a whisper. “I'd look at you and hope to God you could hear my thoughts racing, that you could hear how hard my heart beat for you…”

You felt your heart swell in adoration for him at his admittance, your own eyes slipping shut as he leans forward a bit to press his forehead against yours.

“For so long, all I wanted was for you to want me… the way I wanted you.”

The tip of his nose brushes against yours in a loving motion, his lips so close you could feel his breath dancing across your own.

“You don't even know how much you've healed me. My angel, my darling,” His voice cracks as he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back tears as he pours his heart out to you. You sniffle softly, tears of your own prickling at your eyes as you open them and listen to him continue.

“There isn't a day that goes by that I just… I don't feel good enough. For you, for this crew… but the last couple days really showed me how cherished I am.”

Pulling back to stare down at you with teary eyes, Sanji somehow gets out,

“I will never take your love for granted, Y/N. I love you and I don't care if you don't feel the same-”

You cut him off with a kiss, leaning your head up just enough to capture his lips, effectively silencing him.

When you pull back, his eyes are wide, tears streaming down his face as you softly comment,

“Sanji, I love you, and I have for a long time. I thought I was going to lose you to Pudding, and that I'd never see you again,” your tears flooded down the sides of your eyes as you looked up at him. “I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you how much you meant to me.”

Sanji leans down and hugs you tightly, hiding his face in the side of your neck as he sobs silently. You cling to him, rubbing your fingers over his back and through his soft hair, murmuring loving words to him as he lets all his emotions out.

It takes a long while for Sanji to finally settle, his eyes red and achy when he finally pulls back to stare down at you. You wiped at his eyes gently as you confidently reminded him,

“Black Leg Sanji, I love you, now and forever. Do not ever forget the family you have here.”

A wide grin breaks out over his face as he leans down to kiss you, your lips melding with his as if they were made for him; like two souls made of the same star dust, colliding with each other and creating a blinding light for the world to see.

You pull away after a few moments, gently holding his face again as you murmur almost teasingly,

“I have a present for you.”

Sanji's expression makes him look like a child in a candy store with no beri limit, pulling away from you to sit back on his butt as he gushes,

“For me?! You didn't have to do that, my angel dearest,”

You cut him off with a lazy wave of your hand, sitting up and reaching into the top drawer of your desk and pulling out your small Den Den Mushi.

Sanji gives you a puzzled look as you dial in a number and hand the Den Den to him, leaning back on your headboard as it begins to ring.

Peru-peru-peru… peru-peru-peru…

Sanji almost drops your Den Den as an all too familiar voice barks out on the other end.

“This is The Baratie, Zeff speaking.”

Sanji feels like he's been punched in the chest, looking to you with watery eyes once more as you sit back with crossed arms, a smug grin on your face as you motion for him to say something.

“Carne, if this is another stupid fuckin’ prank-”

“You… shitty old man…”

There's a crackle on the other end, Sanji watching the face on the snail change from irritation to one of complete surprise.

He swears every hurt he'd ever felt in his life healed when Zeff finally spoke again.

“You shitty little eggplant…” There's another pause as he hears a sniffle from the snail.

“... My son!”

[auguste-marmonts-only-fan]

POV: me, scheming about how much Marmont content I will release upon the unsuspecting Napoleonic community