#(on closer consideration it’s possible it should be his right eye that gets got in a mundane AU?)

[justashadetalkative]

[Image description: Illustrations of Diamond in his original body. In the first image he has a prominent five-pronged scar across his face, its center obscured by an eyepatch over his left eye. In the second image, he has a much subtler scar stretching from his left eye down past his mouth. End ID.]

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AU where Diamond survives Clemcy somehow! 

Plus a mundane AU where Clemcy uses, like. A knife or something. Instead of necrotizing fingertips and a curse to make sure the scar never fades. :’) 

His left eye is a prosthesis in the mundane AU; he’d have enough tissue left in his eyesocket to actually use one.

[lucvly]

i saw in ur matt bf headcanons thag he would love reader sitting on his lap so can u like make a story where they’re wit their friends or smth n the reader’s sitting on matt’s lap n she feels him get hard n like whispers “i hope what im feeling is ur keys” THEN LATER ON HE TAKES HER TO HIS ROOM N THEY FUCK! ☺️☺️ i hope that’s not confusing or anything

BLUE JEANS. ( matt sturniolo )

warnings › smut, exhibitionism if you squint, dirty talk, praise, slight consumption of alcohol, dom!matt (i’m a switch!matt truther guys please.)

author’s note › wrote this while listening to ldr 🤒 keep the reqs coming i have way too many but fuck it we ball !! also smut is definitely not my forte, bear with me.

› as much as you loved small get togethers with your closest friends, you weren’t sure your boyfriend and his brothers hosting one in their house was the smartest idea. you were wary of how the night would go, taking into consideration the fact that last time they hosted one of these get togethers nick and larray ended up playing beer pong on the kitchen counter, nearing a wasted state. but you still decided to attend and accompany your boyfriend, and you loved any occasion to dress up and spend time with your closest friends, so technically it was a win win situation for both of you.

showing up at their house, your doubts and wariness got pushed to the back of your head completely. your thoughts now shifting, wanting nothing more than to have a good time, some good conversations and spend time with your boyfriend and the presence of your closest friends.

“you look amazing.” you heard a voice that you could recognize anywhere as the door swung open carefully. “i’m sorry i couldn’t pick you up, princess. i had to help nick and chris put this whole thing together.”

as soon as he opened the door, a soft smile crept up onto your lips, analyzing his figure discreetly before even stepping a foot inside. he was the slightest bit sweaty, his hair messy, a lopsided smile plastered on his face as he gazed into your eyes, stepping closer to you, placing a greeting kiss on your lips as he took a hold of your waist with one hand, guiding you into the house, the other hand managing to softly close the door behind the two of you as you stepped in.

“that’s okay, you owe me though.” you teased, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, watching the smile on his face widen ever so slightly.

“fair enough.” he shrugged jokingly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he kept his arm wrapped around your waist, continuing to guide you inside.

the music was at a prudent volume, loud enough to not be able to hear anyone else’s conversations, but not soft enough as to where it became boring.

your friends were mostly all scattered across the living room, beanbags and couches filled with all your closest friends having closed conversations, laughing with red solo cups in their hands.

your boyfriend guided you towards the living room, settling one of the beanbags– and it was a given that you were sitting on his lap, his hands snaking to the sides of your waist, though one of them slid up to your stomach, rubbing up and down slightly as a gesture of comfort.

you struck up a conversation with nick who was sitting right next to you on the floor, he was telling you something about how he thought you and matt should get a room, and how he loved the skirt you were wearing today.

2:03 AM.

by the time the clock hit two in the morning, drowsiness started kicking in, though you were all in the middle of a very interesting game of truth or dare. currently madi was gasping at the names of every single one of nick’s exes, nick letting out possibly the loudest laugh.

you took the opportunity of this small break in the game to get a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s lap, considering you were starting to get a bit sleepy. you definitely underestimated how tricky getting comfortable in a beanbag would be, especially on your boyfriend’s lap. however, you started to shift your lower body, attempting to find a more comfortable position.

the hand that was on your waist tightened its grip ever so slightly, and the hand that was rubbing your stomach abruptly stopped its movements, a very faint noise coming out of matt’s mouth.

you were sure you were mistaken, probably the effect of the sleepiness that was starting to take over your body as you squirmed on his lap again, this time, hearing a low whisper, yet clear “fuck,” as matt attempted to play it off by clearing his throat.

you were still oblivious as to what was going through your boyfriend’s mind in that very moment, and you shifted your hips once more, finally finding a comfortable position on his lap, laying your head back on his shoulder for a bit more comfort.

this was all before you heard what you could definitely assure was a low groan from matt, followed up by both his hands resting at the sides of your hips now, gripping a bit tighter than usual. you started to feel something poking your thigh.

oh.

you slightly moved your head closer to his ear, lips close enough to softly whisper, “i hope what i’m feeling is your keys.” you spoke as you raised your eyebrows and laid your head back on his shoulder again.

“can’t help it when you’re moving like that.” he whispered back, forcing a soft laugh at some comment chris had made regarding one of the questions.

before you could even answer, your conversation was interrupted by madi, who, with a wide smile on her face, asked, “y/n, truth or dare.”

you thought for a second, though you had already mentally answered, because there was no way you were getting up when your boyfriend was gripping your hips like you’d run away at any second, and his boner was poking your inner thigh.

you teasingly sat up on matt’s lap before answering, forcing you to move your lower body again, which elicited a soft moan from him which he managed to play off as a cough. “hmm, truth.” you finally answered with a small smile, looking down at madi who was sitting right next to nick.

“hm, oh–” she paused before nick leaned over and whispered something to her followed by a fit of giggles from both of them. “where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

your boyfriend leaned his head back and loudly groaned. you could tell he was trying his best to continue playing, but the raging boner and this conversation was definitely not helping his case.

you gasped in disbelief and shifted once again to turn to look at him, causing him to let out a choked grunt he quickly covered up by clearing his throat.

“you told nick about that?!” you exclaimed, your tone filled with disbelief as your mouth was still open, in a gasping expression.

“nick, i swear to god.” your boyfriend answered, his tone being full of annoyance. he wanted nothing more but to leave, but to his dismay, he was hosting– and it would be rude to leave the guests unattended.

“do i even wanna know?” madi’s face contorted in disgust, shaking her head as nick patted her back im faux comfort.

“you don’t. trust me.” nick answered plainly, and madi required no further explanation to know that she probably shouldn’t have asked that question.

“whatever. i’m tired, i’m going to bed.” matt spoke, mainly to the rest of your friends who were still seated or laying down on the floor filled with pillows and blankets for more comfort.

“y/n, you staying?” chris asked, slightly raising his eyebrows in amusement at matt’s quick change of attitude.

“i’ll go with him, someone’s gotta take care of him.” you joked, knowing that this was definitely about to get on matt’s nerves. the double entendre was quick to affect matt, unbeknownst to anyone else except the two of you.

his hips slightly bucked up against your ass, a very low groan, almost a whimper, escaping his lips as you spoke, his hands holding onto the sides of your waist tightly, as if he were to let go, you would run away. you couldn’t deny the wetness starting to pool in your panties, a hint of redness showing up on your cheeks.

“agreed.” chris replied, though he was already distracted with another conversation madi and nick were having, incredibly loudly.

you were thankful they were all so distracted and caught up in their conversations that they couldn’t tell what was going on with you and your boyfriend. this allowed you to quickly stand up, your boyfriend standing right behind you to cover himself up, both of you making your way to his room as quickly as possible.

as soon as you walked through his bedroom door, he shut the door completely closed, quickly locking it, and before you could even let a single word out of your mouth, he was pushing you up against the wall, crashing his lips with yours, engulfing you in possibly the neediest kiss he’d ever given you. his hands were on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as your arms wrapped around his neck, reciprocating the kiss with equal force, your tongues fighting for dominance.

“god, i need you.” he managed to whisper in between kisses, his knee making its way between your legs, up all the way to your core, earning a low gasp of pleasure from you. “wanna make you feel good.” his hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, taking a shaky breath before asking, “can i?”

“yes, please,” you whined, shakily breathing as you stared into his eyes.

he wasted no time sliding your shirt off and skillfully undoing your bra as he leaned in for another passionate kiss, his hands sliding to cup your breasts, massaging them carefully as a loud moan escaped your lips. “matt–”

he knew you too well. he knew what you wanted without even having to voice it, and he followed your pleads, his hands moving down to undo your skirt, his gaze fixed on the way the skirt you were wearing hugged your curves so perfectly in a manner that made his cock twitch in his pants.

the skirt fell to the floor, revealing the lace panties that almost made matt cum in his sweatpants, a shaky breath eliciting from his mouth as he pulled your panties to the side, two fingers dipping down to rub your juices and spread them all over your cunt, preparing you for the stretch. “atta girl.” he whispered.

this earned a hiss and a low whimper from you, the cold metal from his rings contributing to the feeling of pleasure he was causing. you were sure your legs were going to give out, and your hands now lowered to hold onto his shoulders as your mouth was open agape, letting out shaky moans.

as soon as he felt you grip his shoulders tightly, he pushed two fingers into you, causing you to let out a loud moan and a whine of his name, making his cock twitch. he waited for a split second before starting to pump his fingers with ease, your wetness making it easier for him to slip in and out of you.

he was so focused on your expressions and your pleasure, watching your face contort with desire, your eyes rolling almost to the back of your head and your mouth open, letting out the prettiest sounds. it was priceless, he wouldn’t trade this moment for the whole world, knowing how good he could make you feel with just his fingers made his brain get hazy.

“you look so pretty like this,” he pumped his fingers in and out of you quickly, speeding up his movements as you whined and whimpered. it was starting to overwhelm you, everything about it. the coldness of his rings, the speed of his fingers, the whispered praise– before you knew it a knot was forming in the lower part of your stomach.

“i’m– fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you moaned out, already focusing on reaching your high, your hips grinding onto matt’s fingers for an extra sensation of pleasure– when all of the sudden, his movements stopped abruptly.

you could’ve sworn you almost let out a loud cry, a small whine escaping your lips as you held onto his shoulders as tight as possible, your legs slightly shaking. “please,”

“i need you to cum all over my cock,” his words sent a shiver down your spine, making you even wetter if that was physically possible, a blush rising to your cheeks despite the position you were currently in.

your lips connected once again in a hungry kiss, both of you making your way towards his bed as he broke the kiss for a second to take off his shirt, quickly kissing you again with desperation. you laid back onto his bed, almost all the way back, barely reaching the headboard, not once breaking the kiss.

he pulled back for a moment to take off his sweatpants and his boxers, not very mindful of where they were going to end up— all he wanted was to feel your cunt swallow his dick whole, and that was evident with the way his dick sprung up to his stomach, already leaking precum.

you could never get used to his size, and the mere sight of his dick springing up to his stomach made you squirm, almost drooling.

“shit, look at what you do to me, princess.” he spoke in a low tone, pumping himself a few times before leaning down close to you, lining himself up with your entrance before finally pushing himself inside, earning an almost pornographic moan from you as your hands moved to his back, your fingernails digging into his skin as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.

after a quick moment he started moving with small grunts and groans, pushing himself in and out of you, almost abusing your cunt with the pace he was going at– your moans echoed through the room, loud cries of his name being heard as he pumped his dick into you.

“please, matt–” you whined loudly, digging your nails further into his skin as he thrusted even rougher, a dragged out groan coming from his lips.

“i know baby, let go, i got you.” he cut you off by pressing his lips onto yours, sharing a sweet yet desperate kiss as one of his hands reached down to your clit, using two fingers to stimulate you even further by rubbing at a speedy pace. “c’mon, let go angel.”

“i– fuck,” you cried out, the knot in the pit of your stomach finally coming undone with a loud moan of your boyfriend’s name, your nails scratching his back, leaving him with a burning sensation he was sure was going to leave marks by the next day.

“that’s it,” he praised, continuing his thrusts as you only managed the whine at the overstimulation, feeling his thrusts get sloppier as his breaths started to become uneven and unsteady. he thrusted even rougher a few more times before finally releasing inside of you with a loud groan, collapsing beside you on his bed, both of you attempting to catch your breath for a second.

you laid in comfortable silence for no longer than a minute before matt spoke up, “i’m gonna go run a bath for us, okay?” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up.

“sounds amazing.”

[pookietv]

silly and trivial | arthurtv

i am usually awful at writing arguments but trying it out to hopefully get better! (but because deep down i'm a softie, all ends well)

george alt of the same scenario will come soon!!

arguments were no ones favourite thing, that was obvious.

but being stood in a stand off with arthur over something so simply resolved, so trivial as whose turn it was to do the fucking washing? you two had gone into some frenzy.

entering your shared apartment to dishes not being done was about the last thing you had needed on this particularly shitty day, and walking into your kitchen to see the grown pile, you raised a frustrated eyebrow at arthur.

"what?" he asked, his tone not too moody but definitely with a certain tone to it.

"you haven't done the dishes, still," you said, voice quiet but with a slight tinge of accusatory remark.

"you're being a tad dramatic, it's a couple of days worth," he rolled his eyes slightly, looking you in the eyes for a moment, his hair slightly messy and his stubble a little overgrown. you had both been overworked, that much was obvious.

"arthur i'm just sick of being the only one doing it! you literally have not done a load of washing in fucking weeks," you said frustratedly, your hands slipped in your own hair and fighting the urge to tear it from your head.

you both knew this wasn't really about washing - you hadn't seen eachother much, you had both been busy and tired and not enough communication had happened, which led to this - a cut throat argument about dirty dishes.

"i've barely been here! you're overreacting here, stop being ridiculous!" arthur bit back, and your eyes narrowed a little.

"oh, i'm overreacting? how am i possibly supposed to cook for us when there's nothing here!" you said, swallowing slightly, biting the inside of your cheek gently

"i've been busy! it's not easy to juggle everything you know," he paused, breath slightly bated, "look, we can just order in tonight an-" he said, before you cut him off with a wave of argument.

"we've ordered in four nights this week already, arthur. you're trying to temp fix a bigger issue here - i just want to be able to come home and cook the meal i planned to cook, without having to worry about if you have pulled your weight around the house!" you said, your lip slightly curled into a pouted snarl.

arthur hissed back, "you're being fucking ridiculous, it's dishes! stop being so fucking stubborn," he said, his voice raised louder than either of you had spoke this argument - sure, you were being bitchy and petty to each other, but his pointed and raised voice made your eyes widen a little and your head turning to the ground, biting a lip to try and stop your eyes from going misty, you hadn't heard that tone from arthur, ever. he was the most gentle and considerate guy you knew, so to hear such a asserted and snappy thing from him stung that little bit more.

hearing a slight gasp from him, like even he was surprised he had snapped at you like that, he stepped a little closer, "listen, i-i didn't me-"

"don't start shouting at me," you murmured, cutting him off. "i'm gonna go in the shower."

arthur's eyes widened a little "please don't walk away, i was being a dick, didn't mean to snap, sweetheart, i jus-"

"i just wanna go in the shower right now," you said, turning your heel slightly to try and hide your face, clearly betraying the hurt as you heard arthur sigh to himself as you left the room, the bathroom door signalling you were gone.

once you were in the bathroom, you instantly turned the shower on, the steam filling the room as you allowed your eyes to go slightly clouded, wiping them off with the sleeve of your shirt. you had no intentions to shower, but you just needed five minutes to gather yourself and not let arthur see you cry.

you felt so silly, was this something you should be crying over? sure, he snapped and he was being unkind, but you felt so childish, crying because you got shouted at.

after a couple minutes, you heard a soft knock on the door, before a more mellowed arthur, his voice soft and dejected, completely contrasted from before, "lovie? please, can hear you're upset from out here. i didn't mean to snap, i'm sorry, that was completely my fault. fighting with you is the last thing i want, i swear. i think we're just arguing 'cause we've been so busy lately, barely seen each other. we can sit down and have a talk about chores, if thats what you need. i don't want to make things harder for you, i'm supposed to make them easier, to help you." you heard him drabble on, and once he paused to take a breath, you cracked open the door slowly, facing him with a slightly red face, tears wiped from your face and a softened but still hurt expression.

"c'mere, i'm sorry," he said, arms wrapping around you easily, one hand going to the back of your head and stroking gently, "i was being a dick,"

you let out a slight soft laugh into his jumper, still a little sniffly, "i probably didn't help, i was being a bitch about something so trivial,"

"no, you're right, i haven't helped enough," he said gently.

you pulled slightly away from him for a moment, "think you're right, we were just getting snappy and short 'cause we're both tired, and have barely seen each other, seems silly 'cause we live together but we've seen each other without really seeing each other for a while, you know?" you said softly, and he nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"i know what you mean. what would you rather do, we can order in or if you'd rather cook the pasta you've been craving i'll do the dishes now and we can cook together and chill out?" he offered gently, and you tilted your head a little.

"i can make the pasta. we haven't ate a proper meal together in a while." you said with a soft smile, "you wash and i'll dry?" you offered, and he nodded his head reassuringly.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Lucky Break Chapter 5

Yandere Straw Hats x Fem!Reader

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A partial night of rest did little for you. Your head was still killing you, and the dreamless, fleeting sleep did nothing to aid in jogging your far away memories. 

Nami was kind enough to let you stay in her boat for the rest of night, and you were still on it this morning. You didn't feel confident in your ability to cross boats again now that the wind had picked up and the waters were slightly rougher. The last thing you wanted was to fall into the ocean again right after getting a change of clothes. 

You watched with mild amusement as Nami and Luffy bickered about the Grand Line. Well, Nami was bickering. Luffy was dismissing everything. 

“How do you expect to so much as make it into the Grand Line as you are? You have no supplies, no ship, and only two people. You're even more insane than I thought you were if you think that's a good idea.” Nami returned her attention to the map in her hands, muttering under her breath about pirates being a nuisance.

Luffy shoved the rest of the apple he was eating into his mouth, core and all. Cyanide poisoning be damned. He did appear to at least be taking her words into consideration, which was an improvement. “Yeah, we're going to have to get some meat before we go.” 

You snort at the exasperated look Nami shoots him. Of course that was what he was hung up on. Luffy cooked his head to the side, “And what do you mean I only have two people? There's four of us.”

“I am not a part of your crew, this is just a temporary alliance. I'm not about to sail into the Grand Line with anybody, much less someone as in over their head as you are.” Nami pointed at you, “And Lucky doesn't count. She doesn't even remember her name, what are you expecting her to do?”

“What's that got to do with anything? She doesn't need to remember her name to be my crewmate.”

“She's got a gaping head wound! She needs to see a doctor, not get dragged into the most dangerous place on the planet by a delusional captain!” Nami picked up and chucked an apple at his head. An extremely ineffective attack given that he just opened his mouth and ate it whole like some sort of snake-person.

“Maybe we'll find a doctor on the next island, and then she’ll be good to go.” Luffy perked up, “Are we getting close to one yet? I want to get some food.”

The navigator's eyes flitted back down to the map. She still looked annoyed but answered his question, “Yes, we should be at the Gecko Islands soon.”

Luffy cheered and whirled around on his perch to stare into the distance. You followed his gaze and saw a speck of an island in the distance. Being on solid ground again sounded lovely. The unsteadiness of being on a constantly rocking boat felt extremely unnatural to you. Based on that, you felt safe in assuming that you had never spent a prolonged period of time at sea before this. 

And of course, you were looking forward to the possibility of seeing a doctor and having your injury inspected and cared for by a professional. Zoro definitely needed to see a doctor, too, what with his stab wound. 

Though, as you glanced at him, he appeared to be entirely unbothered. The only thing that even hinted at what had happened was the hole and bloodstain in his shirt. Other than that, he seemed fine. Shit, maybe he can sleep off stab wounds. If only you could do the same for your injury.

Luffy kicked his legs in excitement as the island drew closer. “We can get supplies here, and maybe even a new ship! Oh! We might even get some new crewmates! We're going to need a cook before we get to the Grand Line. And a musician.”

Having a cook around made sense, though you were more than a little baffled at him prioritizing a musician over a doctor. Well, whatever. He’s the captain, not you. He can recruit whoever he wants, and you’re sure that he will. Especially considering how much he’s been brushing off Nami stating that she isn’t a part of the crew.

The two boats hit sand as you finally make it to the island. You’re at some empty beach far away from the docks. Nami insisted that this would be for the best considering that her ship has Buggy’s jolly roger plastered over the sail. You jump off the ship and help pull them further onto the beach to prevent them from drifting away.

Being on solid land feels just as good as you had expected. The sand has a give to it, of course, but it isn’t constantly rocking back and forth. You stretch as you scan your surroundings. The beach is boxed in by cliffs, with a manmade walkway leading into a lightly packed forest that helps to hide your ships further. Someone would have to go out of their way to find you guys here.

“The village isn’t far from here, right?” Luffy was looking around excitedly, no doubt eager for a chance to stretch his legs. You were, too. The island appears to be normal and peaceful. It’ll be nice to explore a town without a bunch of pirates in it… you guys notwithstanding, of course. 

“Yes, it shouldn’t take long to get there,” Nami answered passively while scrutinizing the map in her hands. “I wonder where we could find a ship.”

“We’ll worry about that later. Let’s find a place to eat first!” Luffy was actively drooling as he spoke. You’re not sure how anyone can be so hungry after eating what you’re pretty sure was in the ballpark of twenty apples, but you aren’t about to try and get between him and food.

Nami pushed him out of her face harshly, “Would you stop talking about food for five seconds?!”

Your attention was drawn away from them as you saw movement up on the cliffs. You squint and see several bushes rustling from what you’re assuming is some local wildlife. Zoro unsheaths a sword behind you and steps forward.

“Careful… I think we have company.”

That catches everyone’s attention. Nami tenses and steps back while scanning the forest herself, while Luffy is visibly excited about whoever could possibly be here. To you, Zoro seems to be over reacting. It’s more than likely just some animals running around, you’re not sure why he’s instantly jumping to this being an ambush or something.

Then someone starts shooting at Luffy’s feet. Perhaps Zoro was onto something. He scrambles to get out of the way while Zoro rushes forward to help. Before you even have a chance to react, Nami grabs you by the collar of your shirt and drags you back to the boat before shoving you into it and climbing in beside you to take cover. You cough and gasp as she releases your shirt.

The attack stops, so you and Nami peer over the side of the ship to see what’s going on. Luffy and Zoro appear to be fine, thankfully, but now a bunch of flags are popping out of the bushes. All of them have the same jolly roger on them. Ah. So much for you thinking that this island was pirate-free. You just hope none of them have any weird-ass super powers to contend with.

This display does nothing to intimidate Luffy, who by all accounts seems to be having a grand time watching this. A boy suddenly emerges from behind a tree, looking extremely pleased with himself. Some of the tension leaves your body as you are distracted by the fact that this kid has the longest damn nose you’ve ever seen. You didn’t think that was physically possible. You shake your head, reminding yourself that now is not the time to be getting distracted by appearances.

Long-nose crosses his arms and puffs out his chest proudly. “I am Captain Usopp! Leader of the pirates who reign over this village! I’ll have you know that everyone here fears me as much as they sing my praise! Which is a lot!” He gestures behind himself with a dramatic flare, “Go ahead and forget about attacking this village, it’s under my control! Me and my eighty million subordinates won’t let you get far!”

Eighty… Eighty million? You and Nami share a sideways glance at each other. That seems… a touch far fetched. The island doesn’t appear big enough to hold even one million people, much less eighty million plus the villagers. Now that you think about it, It’s odd that he didn’t name drop his crew. He just called them “the pirates”. You let out a sigh and slump against the boat, relieved that this appears to just be some display rather than a real threat. Nami pinches the bridge of her nose, looking annoyed more than anything, and Zoro puts his sword away with a huff.

Luffy, meanwhile, is star-struck. 

“If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable!” Nami calls out to him.

Usopp gasps, stumbling back in shock, “How did you know?!”

Nami rolls her eyes, “And now you’re admitting to it this easily? You’re terrible at this.” She climbs back out of the boat, and you’re quick to follow suit. You glance up the cliff to see Usopp beating himself up for failing miserably at his intimidation attempt. 

He whips back around to face all of you again, trying desperately to save face. “Well, maybe I was exaggerating a little bit, but I can assure you that I do have some very powerful men at my disposal!” He points at a cluster of bushes not far from him. Unlike the rest of the flags, the ones coming out of the bushes were moving, implying the presence of at least a few people. 

Still, those bushes weren’t particularly huge. You can’t imagine that there were that many people hiding in them. You squint, “What? Like three people?”

The literal second you say this, precisely three people spring out of the bushes looking aghast at your accurate prediction. These “powerful men” looked to be a bunch of kindergarteners, who screamed in terror and ran away immediately while Usopp yelled after them not to leave him here alone. Another impressive victory under your sword-belt, you suppose.

Luffy looks at you in awe, “How did you know?”

All you offer him is a simple shrug and say, “Lucky guess?”

Nami sifts through the sand and pulls out some tiny pellets. She examines them with absolutely no sense of urgency. “Huh. I’ve never seen a pirate captain use a slingshot before.”

Usopp gasps and clutches his chest in offense, “What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t insult me!” He pulls a slingshot from his bag and takes aim at her. Nami stares at him blankly. “I have a lot of pride in my weapon! So much so that people call me ‘Proud Usopp’!”

You’ll give him this much: he doesn’t abandon the bit easily. You call out to him, “By people, do you mean yourself?”

Now Nami’s comment didn’t seem all that bad to him. Usopp changed positions to aim at you instead, “Many people call me that! In fact, they call me ‘Proud Usopp’ more than ‘Captain Usopp’ because they’re that impressed by my pride!” He pulls the leather pad holding another pellet back further. “Behold! You’re about to see that my slingshot skills can put a pistol to shame!”

Given how many other things he’s lied about or exaggerated greatly, you aren’t scared. The pellets that he shot at Luffy had some oomph to them, sure, but comparing them to bullets fired from a gun seems excessive. Getting pelted by some pellets is hardly going to be the worst injury you’ve endured.

Before Usopp can decide if he really wants to fire at you or not, Luffy steps in front of you with the brim of his hat pulled down over his eyes. His voice drops to a surprisingly low tone as he addresses Usopp seriously for the first time, “Now that you’ve drawn your “pistol”, you’ve put your life on the line.”

Both you and Usopp gawk at Luffy. Usopp was clearly scared by the sudden mood shift, and even you felt a chill run down your spine. You’re so used to seeing Luffy be carefree and goofy that hearing him openly threaten someone in a genuinely intimidating fashion has completely thrown you for a loop. On top of that, you feel confused. Nothing about this scenario feels heavy enough to warrant this kind of a response.

“You don’t use those to threaten people.” Luffy makes a show of loudly cracking his knuckles while maintaining intense eye contact with Usopp, who is now looking like he’s really regretting his previous actions.

Zoro grinned and stepped forward, just barely unsheathing a sword, “You’re dealing with real pirates now… Are you prepared for that?”

This is escalating quickly. You lean over to Nami and whisper, “Should we stop them?” 

Nami did not share your concern. She examined her nails, barely even sparing you a glance, “No. He’ll lose his nerve before it gets to that.”

For a long, tense moment, there is silence as Usopp is stared down by Luffy and Zoro. Then, just as Nami predicted, he caved. The pellet slipped out of the slingshot and onto the ground. Usopp fell to his knees immediately after, looking thoroughly shaken up from the exchange. His hand clutched his chest as he muttered about how much scarier the words of real pirates are.

Mercifully, the tension dissipated instantly. Luffy dropped the disconcertingly serious look from his face and laughed loudly. “I stole that from Shanks! Your dad is Yassop, right?”

Usopp reels back at that question. “You know Shanks?! Wait- You know my dad?!” He clambers forward, but he isn’t paying attention and tumbles right over the side of the cliff. He rolls the whole way down, landing ass-first at the bottom. You wince, swearing that you felt some of that. The fall does little to deter Usopp, who quickly gets to his feet and stumbles closer to Luffy. “Yassop is my dad, but how did you know that?”

Luffy opens his mouth to answer, then stops abruptly. “I’ll tell you, but you have to take us to the nearest place to get food first.”

The deal was immediately accepted by Usopp, who nodded eagerly, “There’s a tavern not far from here, I’ll show you the way!”

Luffy followed close behind, cheering at the promise of food. How he intended to pay for it, you weren’t entirely sure, but who were you to ruin his excitement? No one else seemed concerned about the financials of this meal, so you suppose you shouldn’t be either.

Zoro casually trails behind Usopp and Luffy, while you and Nami were at the back. You two walked in silence while you mulled over something. This wasn’t the first time you’d heard the name Shanks. You can recall hearing the name thrown around while Luffy was duking it out with the clown-guy… Bucky? Boogie? You shake your head. That doesn’t matter.

Was Shanks someone important? Or was he coming up a lot purely through a series of coincidences? The name wasn’t ringing any bells for you, but given that you couldn’t remember your own name, that really wasn’t saying much. There’s only one way to find out the truth about him.

“Hey, Nami?” You wait for her to glance your way, acknowledging your inquiring tone. “Who’s Shanks?”

Her eyes widened, “You don’t know who Shanks is?”

You raise a hand and tap near your head wound, only to flinch at the pang of pain that shot through your head from that action. Oh, that was stupid. 

Nami sighs, “You really don’t remember anything if you don’t even recognize his name.” Her face turns to a sneer, “He’s some bigshot pirate that’s worked his way up to being an emperor.”

The answer only served to confuse you more. “Emperor? What does piracy have to do with being one of those?”

“It’s just a title, he isn’t a literal emperor.” She waves her hand dismissively, “Don’t think about it too much. The less you know about pirates, the better.”

Aren’t you kind of a pirate now? At least by association. Not to mention that you’re traveling with two of them. Something tells you that Nami wouldn’t care for you pointing that out, so you continue to walk beside her in silence.

A large wooden sign with the words “Syrup Village” is sticking out of the ground once you’ve walked through the small forest. The village itself was small and quaint, possessing a sort of rustic charm that made it feel homey even if you've never been here before. Unlike Orange Town, this place was clearly populated. The local villagers milled about, going about their daily routines. It was a pleasant change of pace. 

Usopp beckoned all of you into a small tavern. There weren't any customers inside, just an elderly man sitting behind a counter, and what sounds like a small staff in the kitchen. 

“I have a lot of influence here. Go on and take a seat, I can handle the rest.” Usopp hurried over to the old man and started giving him some spiel about how you guys were a part of his crew, and thus, deserved only the best. The old man didn't even look up from his newspaper, but was nodding along anyway.

Nami picked out a booth for you all to sit at. Zoro slid in next to her, while you sat at the bench across from them. You glanced over to see Luffy sticking his head into the kitchen, apparently having not listened when Usopp insisted on handling everything. He was demanding an obscene amount of food, more than you thought all of you could reasonably eat in a week, much less one sitting.

As soon as he was done ordering enough food to make it feel like its own lunch rush, he bounded over to your booth and plopped onto the bench next to you, visibly elated. Usopp joined a moment later, dragging over a chair so he could sit at the head of the table. 

“So, how do you know my dad?” Usopp was staring at Luffy expectantly. 

Luffy perked up, “Oh, right. He was a part of Shanks’ crew, I saw him a lot growing up.”

Usopp's jaw dropped. “He's a part of Shanks’ crew?!” He kicked his legs under the table, a dreamy look on his face, “So that's where he's been.”

You quirked a brow at that statement. He didn't know where his own dad was? Did they never see each other? Or at least talk once in a while? You're surprised he doesn't look more bitter about it. You think that you would be if you were him. 

There's a pang in your head, and your eyes go fuzzy for a moment. It's a sharp pain right behind your eyes. You put your face in your hands and massage your temples, trying to will away the pain and cloudy vision. 

You're startled slightly when you feel someone lightly kick you under the table. You pull your face from your hands only to find Zoro staring at you questioningly from across the table. 

“Everything alright?” His face was casual, so much so that it could be mistaken for disinterested, but it felt like his eyes were staring into you.

“I'm fine, I'm just… hungry.” Complaining about a headache felt childish, so you kept it to yourself. These people are being needlessly kind to you, you don't want to start annoying them and risk making them change their mind. 

Zoro stares at you hard, and you get the impression that he doesn't believe you. He sighs and brings a pint of beer up to his mouth, “Well you better eat something quickly before Luffy gets it all.”

Hang on. You look at the table and finally take notice of the drinks and plates of food on it. When did these get here? You thought you only had your head in your hands for a few seconds… how did you not even hear the dishes being set down?

You really need to see a doctor. 

A plate of food and some water are slid to you by Zoro, who apparently thought you were taking too long to make a move. You mutter a quiet thanks and gulp down some water before digging into the food. Hopefully having something of substance in your stomach would make you feel better. 

Something was tickling at the back of your mind, but not clearly enough for you to make anything of it. The faintest whisper of a voice and a bizarre feeling of empty loneliness hung over you despite being surrounded by people. The responsible thing to do would be to focus on the essence of a memory that was trapped beneath the surface of your mind, begging to come forth. You should be trying to bring it to the front and realize it for what it was. But… apparently the person you're supposed to be isn't one for responsibility. You shove more food into your mouth and push the thought down. That memory didn't feel very pleasant. You try to focus on what’s going on around you instead of that.

The table is lively, unlike your foggy mind. Luffy is happily recounting childhood memories of Yassop while Usopp hangs onto every word of it, completely rapt in the stories. Luffy is also choking down an obscene amount of food at a cornering rate. You're not sure he's even chewing any of it given how fast he keeps going back for more. No wonder Zoro was insistent on you eating sooner rather than later. Another minute of hesitation and you would have been shit out of luck.

Nami finishes the rest of her drink and levels Usopp with a stare, “Say, you wouldn't happen to know where we could get a ship around these parts, would you?”

“A ship?” Usopp hums in thought for a moment, then stiffens up. “I wouldn't know anything about where to get one of those. This is a small village. We don't even have many ships passing through, much less up for grabs.”

“What about the people living in that mansion up on the hill?” Zoro nodded his head in the direction of it. The large home was in clear view from where all of you were seated. “Surely someone in a house like that has at least a few caravels at their disposal. Maybe more.”

Dishes clatter on the table as Usopp abruptly stands up and slams his hands down. “You can't go there!” His shout and sudden mood change startles everyone. Just as quickly as he became upset, his face dropped into a more bashful look. “Oh, would you look at the time! I have very important business to tend to, bye!” And with that, he sprinted out of the building, only reappearing briefly as he sped past the window. 

What was that all about?

Nami sighed sharply. “What's got him so worked up? He ran out of here so fast that I just barely managed to grab this,” she held up a small, leather wallet. 

“Nami!” You attempted to scold her, but the smug look on her face told you that your words meant nothing. 

“What? He said he'd take care of everything, and that includes paying the bill. I'm just ensuring that he keeps his word, that's all.” Nami barely even glances at you before opening it up and counting the money. Based on the way her face contorts, you're guessing that it isn't as much as she was hoping for. 

Luffy didn't appear to be even slightly concerned about that. He was happily licking the plates clean. Including yours, which was a little weird, but whatever. Not gonna ruin your day. 

When you hear the door to the tavern open again, you don't think much of it. It's not until some little kids storm up to your table wielding wooden toy swords that you decide to pay attention. It dawns on you that these are the same kids you scared away earlier at the beach.

“W-What did you do with our captain?!” The boy with green hair asks the question as if he is already assuming the worst. All of the kids are shaking like chihuahuas while trying to act tough. 

“Man, I'm full! That was some really good meat!” Luffy flopped against your shoulder heavily, having apparently finally satiated his massive appetite. The boys stared at him in abject horror.

“Your captain?” Zoro's once neutral face curled up into a surprisingly sinister grin. He leaned forward, making the children almost trip over each other to back away. “We ate him.”

The children grew deathly pale, screamed, then promptly fainted into a heap on the floor. 

“Zoro!” You kept switching between looking at the incapacitated children and the swordsman. “Why would you say that?!” 

All that he does is chuckle, looking awfully proud of himself for terrorizing some little kids. Luffy is laughing loudly at the whole spectacle, and Nami is staring at both of them incredulously but also not doing anything about it. You huff and climb over Luffy to check on the boys. While they do look horrified, even in their unconscious state, they appear to be fine physically speaking. You glare at Zoro, “That was mean.”

Your attempt at scolding is once again entirely ineffective. He waves his hand dismissively and downs the rest of his pint, “It was just a joke. If they want to be pirates then they should be able to handle it.”

“They’re little kids. They probably want to be something different every week.” There will definitely be a change next week after having a run in with what they believe to be cannibalistic pirates. You crouch down beside them, shaking one of them gently in hopes of waking him up. He starts to stir and cracks open his eyes behind his glasses. He blinks a couple of times, then focuses on you. For a moment, he stares at you dully. Then his eyes snap open wide and he yelps as he scrambles backwards.

“Calm down! I’m not going to hurt you,” you hold up your hands like you’re dealing with a scared animal.

This does nothing to quell his fears. He tries to get to his feet quickly, and you don’t have a chance to warn him before he cracks his head on the table he clearly didn’t realize he was under. Once again, he falls to the floor unconscious.

“Oh, shit!” You curse and scramble over to him, wanting to check and make sure he isn’t now suffering the same kind of brain damage you’ve got. You lift him up to get a better look at his head, when you hear dramatic gasps.

“She’s got Tamanegi! They’re going to eat him next!” The other boys have woken up and are back to hysterics.

“NO! No one is getting eaten!” You glare at your crew that is doing nothing to help and is instead laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “Would one of you help me here?!”

Zoro laughs loudly at your demand, “No, it looks like you’ve got it covered.”

You can’t believe these are the people you’re stuck with.

[anananass]

Genshin men reacting to seeing you come out of the shower exposed

warning: really suggestive, actually NSFW leaning but with a touch of love

featuring: Neuvilette, Zhongli, Wriothesley

note: I’m def not feeling some way

Neuvilette

He finally finds some spare time on his hands, so… how else should he enjoy this little bit of free time if not by paying you a small visit? Too many hours have passed since he last got to delight himself with your presence, a time in which despite having his mind occupied with documents, you were at the back of it.

The Iudex knows you must be at your place because he remembers quite well what your plans are for the day, so as to be expected, he wastes no time in getting there as soon as possible.

He learned with time that you like surprises, and often times, his unannounced appearance before your eyes counted as one too. He doesn’t understand why suddenly seeing him makes you so happy, but for some reason, those glimmering eyes you always give him, have his heart pounding with warmth. It’s an odd feeling he’s slowly grasping.

There is one thing to take in consideration, you’re completely unaware of his intention to pay you a surprise visit but… the problem is that you have just finished taking a bath. Of course, you didn’t mention that too him. It’s an ordinary thing to do, so what would be the point of it?

Well, it’s not really a problem. In fact, as soon as you get out of the tub and walk out of the bathroom, the sudden appearance of his rigid frame takes you by surprise. Your eyes widen at his unexpected arrival, yet you don’t worry about being so exposed in front of him. Instead, you feel a surge of excitement course through your veins and you’re almost ready to embrace him in a tight hug.

Neuvillette on the other hand, reacts a lot differently. Despite finding himself to have walked up on you at a rather, inappropriate moment, he mutters an “excuse me.” and pauses shortly after observing the lack of embarrassment accompanied by the enthusiasm in your eyes. It’s soothing to see you so comfortable around him, though, his eyes do linger around your body. He can’t help but look your form up and down, consuming the sight of your gracious body.

His gaze eventually lowers to your breasts, paying close attention to every minute detail of your bare skin. It seems that he can’t resist it, although this isn’t his first time seeing you exposed like that. The weight of his stare is filled with adoration, one that grows with each second spent like that.

He’s so distracted and says nothing, but still manages to offer you a soft smile. That helps you figure that he must feel intrigued because yeah, he almost always behaves like this when you show off a little. It’s both cute and arousing.

“Don’t worry about it. What are you doing here anyway? Weren’t you extremely busy today?” You ask with a broad smile growing on your face which snatches his attention. You can see his expression twisting into a loving one, but before he says anything in response, you wrap your arms around him.

“I have some spare time-“The words leave his mouth right as you are hugging him, and his gentle tone turns a little guttural once he senses the pressure of your body against his. It feels… divine, so divine that there’s a tint of baby pink slowly building across his face, accompanied by a pleased hum. “I wanted to use it to see you.” That sparks an idea inside your head.

“So… does that mean you have plenty of time to spend with me?” You ask, with a yearning look in your eyes.

He notes that and quickly responds with rising desire rushing through his words. “It does.” Is he getting the right message? That you’re suggesting something?

“Then why don’t we go and sit down, hmm?” you lean in closer to place soft kisses along the smooth line of his chiseled chin. “Wouldn’t that be better?” your eyes narrow as to signal your intentions, followed by an innocent smug smile enlarging by the second. Your intentions are to spend some quality time, nothing more for sure.

Your boldness never ceases to surprise him. Neuvillette finds himself in a spot where he can’t do anything but submit to your words. It mesmerizes him how you can say such casual things that hold hidden intentions behind them. He can’t understand how you’re so good at this, there has to be an explanation. You too must hold a power of your own behind those eyes and those motions, and honestly, he’d like to see more of that.

“It would,” he murmurs weakly and allows himself to be led by you.

Zhongli

As soon as you inform him that you are about to take a shower, Zhongli nods approvingly.

“Sure. I do have to go outside to handle some errands, but I should have returned by the time you are done.” he says in a gentle tone that seems normal, but his voice is so sweet that you can’t leave just yet.

“Take all the time you need,” you utter and spend a little longer eyeing the warming smile that begins rising on his radiant face, but there is something off about his expression. It’s as if he is far more pleased than he should be. Like he isn’t going out just to take care of his business, but you brush it off. He’s probably planning to bring you a small trinket, proof of his long-lasting devotion and adoration for you. Just what he usually does whenever he finds the chance to.

You eventually leave to take that shower you desired all day and he’s equally quick to leave on the journey to explore today’s market. He wants to find anything that reminds him remotely of you, that and to finish his errands, of course. They’re still important, though not as important as you.

As such, during his time spent outside, he manages to find something. It’s a rather small gem, petite-sized, but its vibrant colors resemble your eyes so much that he cannot resist but indulge himself in buying it. That is the first of his businesses that he finished, the rest being swiftly taken care of soon after he finds a few more things worth offering to you.

It truly doesn’t take him much to be done with everything, so when he returns to his place he is more than surprised to observe you are still busy with yourself. That’s alright though, it’s not as if time is running out. However, much to his wonder, right when he takes a seat, he hears you sliding the door. Words cannot express just how content he is to hear that.

“I have returned.” his words are calm yet filled with faint eagerness. Despite that, he remains seated because you usually leave your clothes by the entrance so they don’t get soaked.

“Already?” you reply back but shortly after, continue speaking from afar. “How was it?” you’re well aware of what his answer will be but still feel the need to ask. This need kind of puts a halt to you getting dressed, only because you’re certain he really did more than run some errands.

“As usual, though I did something additional.” you can feel that he brought a gift through the softness in his voice. Not the first time and surely not the last.

“Oh? Is that so?” you decide to play it as if you’re clueless, but only because it adds up to your building curiosity. Hell, you’re so intrigued by what he possibly brought that you can’t wait any longer and straight up leave the bathroom to see it with your own eyes. He has seen you naked so many times that at this point, you just don’t mind it.

“Indeed.” Zhongli drones and prepares himself to shower you with affection and recognition because you could be stepping in at any moment, but when his eyes find themselves traversing your bare body, his blood boils with faint intrigue.

The sight of your freshly showered body is something to think of for eternity. You look so stunning that he swears you just keep getting even more gracious and tempting by the day.

“Let me see it!” you urge in a hurry and take a seat right next to him, with an expression of pure curiosity and excitement smeared across your face.

Zhongli chuckles, eyes glinting in adoration and maybe a little bit of amusement. “Gladly, but aren’t you getting cold?” he replies with a tint of worry and wonder in his voice, and maybe a bit of desire as well. He even nudges you with his arm to reinforce his curiousness, but also to feel your freshly sensitive skin.

It’s a bit incredible how he seems so composed but deep inside boils with a growing longing to feel you like that for a little longer.

His question causes you to raise an eyebrow toward his need to ensure you’re not freezing, but in reality, yes, it is getting a little cold for you. Maybe postponing getting clothed wasn’t such a good idea.

“Only a little.” you agree and almost start rubbing your arms for some warmth, but you don’t even get the chance to.

Zhongli rushes to place an arm around you, running it up and down in an attempt to bring a little bit of heat. He firmly pulls you closer to his chest and doesn’t seem to let go any time soon. He knows what he’s doing, and honestly, the suddenness of his gesture makes you feel a bit tingly.

Simultaneously, he senses his appetite growing, but he can’t proceed without a single signal from you. damn, that only makes things worse for him but that’s fine, he’s holding strong.

“Allow me to take care of it.” his words leave in a hoarse yet calming tone, and fingers are lowered to your waist. He makes sure to caress your bare skin with pressed yet soft touches, applying close pressure around every inch of your upper body. There must not be a single place left untouched.

How else can you reply to all these other than by humming in pure bliss? It feels so good to be embraced… and handled like that. The diligence of his motions accompanied by the vibrations of his voice sure makes you feel some way. It has such a big effect that when he accidentally digs his fingers in your flesh, you bury your head in his chest and whimper. You want him to go a little lower, to feel his digits trail your curves. At this point, you just want him to do more, to go ahead and spoil you with an intimate touch, but you aren’t able to voice that wish with how good you’re beginning to feel.

Furthermore, you sense your folds begin to pulse with a sudden need for more and he can tell that just by the way your gaze lifts to lock eyes with him. The twisting of your expression into one of need sends shivers down his spine.

“Could you go a little lower? I feel really cold down there,” you beg at last and he’s quick to comply without any hesitation. Maybe his gifts can wait a little longer.

“Sure. Anything for you.”

Wriothesley

When you tell him you want to take a shower, Wrio’s lips curl into a suggestive smile. He seems to be looking forward to that, though you can’t quite grasp the reasons as to why he’s so intrigued by something so mundane.

“Is that so?” you feel that mysterious chuckle of his surge all the way down your spine and shudder with wonder. “Alright, I’ll go ahead and brew some tea for you to enjoy after.” the Duke offers and leaves while flashing a playful wink that only drives you to question what all these are about.

You don’t even get to say anything to him that poof, he’s already gone. But you know what that wink means, it’s his way of telling you he’s planning something. The tea is just a cover for his true motives that remain uncovered, but as much as you stretch your head to solve this puzzle, you can’t lie to yourself. That mischievous grin got you feeling really hot, so at this point, you just want to finish that shower faster.

Despite that, you end up taking your time with that shower to prepare yourself for his grace, should he really be hinting at something naughty. You layer yourself in his favorite scent in a small attempt to lure him in once you’re next to him. And when you finally finish, you dry yourself and shortly after reach for your clothes. Yet, you hold yourself back for a moment as the thought of his possible reaction to you walking out naked runs inside your head.

Just how would that make him feel? Does he think he’s the only one who can play and tease and all that? Nuh-uh, this game can be played in two.

Thus, you confidently step out of the bathroom, convinced he is already waiting for you by the entrance of the door yet when you can’t seem to find him, you stare around in bewilderment. Your eyes analyze the space around you, ultimately leading you to conclude that he really might be making some tea. That only means you have an advantage, there is no way you won’t use that.

With silent steps, you pace your way to where he holds his tea collection, and there he is, brewing some tea. You can see his back toward you, so obviously you take the opportunity to sneak up on him. As soon as the narrowing gap between you two turns to nothing, you hug him from behind and slowly press yourself against his rigid body.

Wriothesley takes notice of your presence as soon as he feels the touch of your body slowly brushing against his. He shudders a little and lets out a surprised gasp.

You sense his body tense slightly and relax almost immediately, after which a guttural chuckle slips his throat.

“Already done? I was hoping to surprise you.” his murmur comes out with a soft sigh as he remains in that position to finish the job first. After all, he promised you tea and it’s almost done, so spending a little more time to finish it wouldn't be that bad.

“That’s alright. I can wait.” his lack of notice is more than amusing. However, the growing tension causes your chest to tighten in anticipation. You can’t resist but loosen your embrace around him to which Wriothesley reacts immediately by letting out a yearning hum.

“Is that so? Then I promise it won’t take longer than a few more seconds.” He makes the promise as he always does, so you decide to give his ears the blessing of a playful chuckle.

But despite your patience that’s running out by the second, he finishes the preparation sooner than you expected him to. You slowly retract your limbs and wait, but when the Duke swiftly turns his body and looks your way, the sight isn't what he imagined.

Upon seeing you in all your splendor, he freezes in place. Icy eyes spare no time to look at all his favorite spots on your body, paying close attention to the lower under your stomach. The look of surprise is slowly taken away by one of anticipation his eyebrows furrow and a slight smirk evolves from his partly open lips.

At this point, this silence that settles in makes you feel a little flustered. Won’t he say anything at all? You like just how much you’re distracting him but… come on, say something. Don’t just stay like that.

All these thoughts cause a rosy flush to appear on your face, followed by a need to take a sharp breath to loosen yourself.

Wriothesley sees that his silent behavior seems to affect you, but instead of saying anything to lighten the atmosphere, he lets out another chuckle. Cold gaze fixes on your reddened face to draw out any gram of your attention, and once it's done, you feel his digits creep against your hips. It forces you to let out a faint gasp, the result pleasing him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of receiving a gift like this?” He asks as if to tempt you into telling him you just feel like a naughty trickster, one that thinks is in charge for a brief moment. Though, truthfully, your little scene did give his heart a throb, one he can hardly shake off. “I didn’t even finish the tea in time.” His playful tone is making things a lot harder for you, so much so that you find yourself in a tough spot. In the end, you can't really play this game, not with the circumstances that ultimately betrayed you.

Still, you manage to let out a huff that tentatively masks your flustered nature, only tentatively. “You did not but…” you pause, and in a faint attempt to keep your cool, you wrap your hands around his broad shoulders to balance yourself. “I do not need a reason to be comfortable around you.” an honest answer, one that signals just how secure you feel around him while being so exposed.

Wriothesley stares at you in shock, the adoration and affection slowly rooting in his warm eyes. He looks at you for a few seconds and does nothing but pull you closer. His gaze is so deep into yours that you can tell you kind of hit a weak spot by telling him that, which you did anyway. That answer you just gave him… how do you always do this? How do you always end up turning such simple things into reasons for his heart to clench?

A few more seconds pass by and he still can’t seem to cease his prolonged eye contact whose longing tint of love only seems to grow wider. Maybe it's just the fact he can’t find a good comeback that’d melt you, or maybe it's just him falling for you more than usual. Actually, it's a mix of them both.

You just don't grasp the weight of your words, do you? You can't just come to surprise him, be naked, and say this lovey-dovey shit, it’s not fair. These actions do have consequences… you know?? You shouldn't be allowed to just walk away without having to deal with them, but that can be postponed for a little longer.

Speaking of consequences, this whole stunt you just pulled caused a bigger trouble to arise. One you can handle, right? But don’t worry, he has his ways to ensure you are able to bear his means of actions.

“You know your way with words better than I do, don't you?” his grace asks in a hoarse voice as he leans in to press his lips against yours. His digits slowly trail upward to your waist, drawing soft rubs against your skin as he begins working his way. “I didn't know we switched places for a moment.”

[101maverick]

Prompt request: Secretly Atlantean gothamite saving Dick Grayson Robin from drowning in the bay. She recognizes his voice as her classmate crush.

They would ideally be 13-14 ish

A/n: okok this is soooo original i’m in loooveee. I did some research to find out where exactly the Gotham bay is in terms of city area and I hope i got it right :)) Also let’s ignore the fact this took me a whole month to finish, okay? Very sorry about the wait, life has been kicking my butt recently😅

Fishy Business

The water in Gotham was shit.

The pollution typical of every big American city was one thing, but whatever the heck Gotham had was ten times worse. Like, Chernobyl level bad.

Whatever filth was thrown in the waters of the Gotham Harbour on the daily definitely saw a lot of local chemical creations, the ones the city’s rogues were so fond of coming up with to terrorise the population.

Needless to say you would not be swimming in open waters any time soon.

You missed the ocean. You missed being in your element.

The fact you weren’t stupid enough to dare a swim in chemically spiked water didn’t negate the fact the Gotham Harbour was the only body of water you had available though, if not only to look at wistfully while mourning what you had before having to come to this forsaken city.

And that’s what you were doing when it happened. You had been stood up by your classmate and crush, Dick Grayson, for your chemistry study session. Neptune only knows how much that boy sucks at the subject, and the fact he skipped out on your study session made your insides flare up in indignation. Coming to the nearest body of water and reminiscing was the best way you knew of for letting go of ugly feelings.

Just letting your hair be lightly whipped around by the wind, staring wistfully into the last blazing scorches of the dying sun, standing on one of the docks and pretending the overwhelming smell of fish came from the dredges of the seaside market you used to camp out near as a kid.

Then, of course, it happened.

A loud crash startled you out of your musings, and you turned around just in time to see a figure splashing in the water a ways away.

Who the hell goes for an evening swim here? You thought to yourself as you made your way closer to the perturbed water, keeping to the elongated shadows born of the fish crates scattered around.

Once you were close enough to distinguish more of the figure, your eyes widened considerably.

The body flailing around in the murky water of the docks was none other than Robin, infamous sidekick to Gotham’s resident bat-themed vigilante.

Gotham’s resident vigilante that was very clear about his stance on super-powered beings in his territory.

You considered your options. If Batman knew his sidekick was saved by someone with very obviously atlantean powers he no doubt would clock you as somebody who wanted to mess with him, who was probably even spying on him due to the conveniency of the coincidence.

You did not want to find out what Batman did to people who not only disregarder his rules by merely existing in the wrong place, let alone what he did to people he thought were meddling in his business.

Plus, surely Robin could swim, right? He would have no problem getting out of the water by himself, so there was no need for your water-manipulation abilities anyway.

Despite your self-reassurances and the fact you should have been hightailing it out of there as fast as possible, uncertainty kept your feet rooted to the rotten wooden panels.

And so you kept watching, growing increasingly worried as Robin failed to keep his head outside of the water for more than a few seconds at a time.

You made it approximately thirteen seconds before saying ‘fuck it’ and stepping in, emerging from the shadows you had found refuge in just enough time get a good stance, planting your feet and raising your arms while letting your abilities reacquaint themselves with the water near you.

It was a fast affair, getting your powers to grasp at the water Robin was perturbing and pulling, violently yanking both the liquid and the boy out of the Harbor and onto the dock.

The vigilante gasped, gripping the material under him while hacking coughs wracked through his chest as he expelled the water from his human lungs.

You remained hovering above him, watching him, immensely glad the visible part of his face was regaining its normal colour instead of the red-purple it had previously been.

You had always looked upon Batman and Robin as pretty unapproachable, two beacons of justice and penance for Gotham’s criminals, who struck fear into even the most hardened thugs this rotten city had to offer.

But- but Robin was light to Batman’s darkness, and he always had a smile on his face in the grainy pictures that sometimes appeared in the newspaper, and if you focused your inhuman hearing on your surroundings late enough at night you could hear laughter mixing with the swoosh of the wind and the rustling of heavy fabric and the rhythmical zapping of a rope through the air.

And plus, Robin looked so human in this moment, so defenceless while he coughed his lungs out, that you just couldn’t reconcile the boy in front of you with the pillar of rambunctious justice fixed in your mind. And above all else, you couldn’t leave a human, one with so many enemies at that, alone while there was still the risk of him not being completely out of danger.

So you stayed.

You stayed, sat on an empty crate beside him, and kept vigilant with your enhanced senses to avoid any unwanted attention. As he calmed down he seemed to slowly gain awareness of his surroundings.

After what seemed like an eternity, he got his arms under him and slowly lifted himself up into a sitting position. That’s when he took notice of you, still watching him intently.

His eyes weren’t visible through the white-out lenses of his mask, but the way his forehead creased and his mouth opened a little more around his still heavy breaths made you able to accurately guess his surprise. “You- you just…what was-“

You interrupted him before he could keep voicing his question. “Look, just don’t tell the Bat about me and we’re good, okay? I really don’t need the trouble, plus you owe me one.”

Robin just kept looking at you, chest rising and falling with each deep breath, tiny shivers coursing through his soaking-wet form.

After a few beats that felt like eons, he nodded. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry.” He half-gasped out, voice breathy with exertion. “Won’t tell a soul.”

His voice… it was achingly familiar.

You studied the unmasked portions of his face more closely, more attentively, your superhuman eyesight undisturbed by the darkness.

You were able to make out sun-kissed skin, soaked inky locks you fantasised about running your fingers through every day during chemistry, a defined jaw, high cheekbones and lips that pulled into semi-rare but blinding smiles. Lips you dreamed about kissing at night, while you lay on your bed thinking of your life.

You were sitting face-to-face with Dick Grayson. Robin.

You nodded, looking right into those white lenses. “Good.” At that, you looked around the empty area of the docks, spying the area sounds of fighting were coming from. “Well, I, uh, better go.”

You turned to him. “Try not to drown again, thanks.” And with that you stood.

Before walking away you turned around one last time, unable to stop yourself. “And, by the way, you stood me up for our chemistry study session. We’ll catch it up tomorrow.”

Before he could reply, you ran away from the docks and into Gotham Proper.

Gosh, you really were an idiot, weren’t you?

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[hermitscratch]

clothing swap ethubs?

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C1: Clothing Swap, Etho/Bdubs, 735 words

The world woke Etho slowly.

The windows were open, breezes airing the room with the smell of spring foliage from Bdubs' blossoming garden and wet dirt from last night's rain. Gently flapping curtains let streams of morning sunlight slip between them, twitters of birdsong heralded what would be a beautiful day, and Etho's eyes fluttered in the peaceful limbo between alert and asleep.

He rolled over, and gave serious consideration to staying put. Bdubs was very passionate about the quality of his sleep, and the bed was as luxurious as mid-game resources could make it. On his back, Etho was already sinking into the plush wool and sponge, but an intrusive twinge of soreness pushed him into full wakefulness.

Okay. Potion first, then the bed could eat him.

Etho sat up. Digging himself from the bed's comfortable clutches took Herculean effort, but it was worth it to feel the way his joints and muscles loosened with his first stretch. Arms over his head and back arched, he breathed deep of the nature carried in by the wind.

There was something else, too, a sweet smell from behind the bedroom door that told Etho exactly where he'd find Bdubs.

If he could just find his clothes.

They hadn't been particularly careful with that last night, things chucked left or right to get them out of the way as quickly as possible. Bdubs must have tidied after he woke up- if draping the shed articles in a pile over the bed's footboard could be considered such- but none of it was what Etho had walked in with yesterday.

It beat a nude stroll, though. He helped himself to a pair of boxers from Bdubs' drawers, and picked through the pile for the rest. Etho didn't have the broad shoulders Bdubs did, the white shirt's V-neck sitting lower than it should. The dark jeans were loose on his waist and short on his legs, the artful rips showing more of his thighs than his knees. It felt silly, but he could handle silly for a couple of hours.

Etho crept from the bedroom on bare feet, the sweet smell joined by the sound of sizzling and the promise of breakfast beckoning him closer to the kitchen. It was mouthwatering, enough that he almost didn't notice that he'd found his missing clothes.

Bdubs' back was to him, manning a pan that now held something savory- pork sausage, if Etho had to guess. He was humming something, slow and familiar, swaying on his feet. His sweatpants- or rather, Etho's sweatpants- were rolled up, the ankle elastic folded to hold the fabric around Bdubs' calves. The compression shirt, black and sleeveless, was doing the work of his absent binder, the neck zipper partway undone.

Etho leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, "I was wondering where my clothes went."

Bdubs startled, but recovered quickly. "My floor, my clothes!" He answered smugly, shooting a cheeky grin over his shoulder and brightening even further as he got a look at Etho, "And I knew you'd wear that if you couldn't find yours."

Ah. "Oh no," Etho chuckled softly, pushing off the doorway. Bdubs turned to face him properly, eyes sparkling as they looked Etho up and down, "You mean I played right into your hands?"

"Eeyep," Bdubs drawled, arms threading around Etho's waist. His voice was soft, chin on Etho's chest, looking up at him with something like awe. "Gods, get a look at you. I'm so proud of me."

Etho snorted, and reached around to take the pan off the heat before draping his arms around Bdubs shoulders. "This really does it for you, huh? An old shirt and ripped jeans that don't fit?"

Bdubs pulled away just enough to squint at him, "First of all, whaddaya mean, an old shirt? Cleo made it for me in Season Nine, I'll have you know!"

"Which was like two years ago now, but y'know..." Etho ribbed.

Bdubs scoffed, "Second of all! You look good in anything! I'll be accepting no complaints, criticisms, or depreciations-"

"What about grievances?"

"Nope!"

"Objections?"

"Overruled! Now, the third and most important thing," Bdubs continued, leaning in again to nuzzle the column of Etho's neck, marred in spots with bruising color. The scratch of morning stubble made Etho shiver, and Bdubs smiled, "It doesn't matter what you're wearing. I like that it's mine."

In that, Etho couldn't agree more.

[julianalvarez9]

unfocused / christian pulisic

part 1

word count: 1.3k

summary: tension grows impossibly heavy after your back and forth banter with christian. dinner's over now, so it's time to go to sleep. or is it?

warnings: smut (first time writing it so the warning should be for how badly written it must be ☠️)

the tension between christian and you had grown exponentially after your little banter with him. thankfully, it flew through everyone's head, so you didn't have anything to explain to anyone. of course, you two still shared some words to avoid it looking suspicious, but you felt the weight from your shoulders leave when the dinner was finally over, claiming that the future married couple had to had a good night's sleep. not that you would have objected, wanting this night -and the whole trip, to be honest- to end as soon as possible. you just wished that it was before your friendship with christian ended up being irreparably broken.

"oh, i forgot to mention" your mother started, while going up the stairs towards the bedrooms that were on the second floor. you cringed before she could continue, already knowing that the tone she was using. "the guest room is occupied, darling. you know, the groom cannot see his bride before the big day. you won't have any problems sleeping together in your childhood bedroom, right?".

it wouldn't have been awkward for you if you two were actually together. and if you hadn't assured him, before arriving, that your mother never allowed your sister's boyfriend to sleep with her even after all the years the two had spent together.

once inside your room, christian understood perfectly your reaction, and how you had considerably stilled since receiving the unwanted news. "ey ey ey, it's okay," he reassured, both palms caressing your arms, trying to soothe you, which proved to be futile attempts due to how nervous you were. "we don't have to share the bed. i can wait until everyone's asleep, find a hotel or something" he reassured, warm smile trying to comfort you. "i'll come back in the morning, say i went to buy pastries for breakfast or some shit. no one has to know" christian lifted his eyebrows, like looking for confirmation you had approved his plan, but you denied. "don't be silly, christian, they'll figure it out," you huffed, seating on the bed and hiding your face from his gaze.

he got on his knees and tapped yours, that were supporting your arms while you covered your face with your hands. he continued, whispering now to avoid being heard by your parents. "then i can sleep on the floor. just get me a pillow and i'm good," he insisted, which only made you frown and glare at him with a questioning look. "pulisic, you'd rather sleep on the floor than with me?".

even with the light turned off and the moonlight as your main source of illumination, you could still see how his cheeks turned bright pink at your accusations. "n-no," he stumbled on his words, trying to clarify what he meant faster than he physically could, "it's just that i don't want to make you uncomfortable, that's all". christian got up to make his way towards you, sitting beside you on the tiny bed that you were proposing to share. you counter attacked, reminiscing what he had said earlier tonight. "you didn't seem to care when you teased me like that downstairs", you said in his ear, close enough to hear how his breath hitched when you got impossibly closer to his neck. "and you're crossing the line. again" he gritted.

"did i?" you ask, suddenly self conscious about your behavior. you two didn't really know each other much apart from your group's gatherings, and realized soon enough that you didn't actually know if he had a partner or not. "do you have a girlfriend? a real one?". christian quickly denied, both with his head and words. "no, no".

"then what's the problem? what happened to 'i'll make everyone hear that we're dating'?".

he laughed quietly, rubbing his hands over his face to avoid your piercing stare. "i don't think that your parents would appreciate that," he commented and you could only hum in confirmation. "i'll be quiet then". he turned to look at you, taken by surprise by your flirtatious answer. "so eager. what has gotten into you tonight, love?".

you shrugged, partly because you didn't know how to reply to his question, partly because the scene you two had during dinner had made your brain turn off, and you couldn't think of anything else that wasn't having him. "you're talking too much, christian," you replied annoyed, before turning your body towards his so you could grab his face and kiss him to silence whatever quick response he had to your accusation.

everything escalated up quickly, and you soon found yourself under him, furiously making out and trying to get rid of the clothes that you had wore to the dinner a few hours before. he had a plain white shirt that you had wanted to take off of him all night, and you almost ruin the buttons while trying to do so as quickly as possible. you, on the other hand, had a simple little black dress that christian couldn't ever resist, even if he tried. that's what had caused this whole situation in the first place: how hard he got when he had you seated over him.

when christian finally slip himself inside of you, he paused to make sure that you were okay, starting his movements once again when you pleaded with your eyes. your warmth almost had him coming instantly, the sensations eliciting a deep groan to fall from his plump lips due to the sudden wave of pleasure that run through his body. he had to take a deep breath before pressing your back further into the bed, strong arms keeping you in place. "that's it, r-right there" you told christian, fighting through the desire that clouded your mind and made it difficult to form any coherent thoughts. he smiled cockily when he felt how you were tightening with each trust, hips snapping against yours, loud and hard. if you had been in the right mind, not lost in pleasure like you were, maybe you would be more careful with the obscene noises leaving your bedroom.

"i thought you'd said that you'll be quiet" christian whispered in your ear, licking and kissing the skin nearby, trying to stop himself from emitting any sounds more than a few grunts here and there. "maybe i need to put something in your mouth," he said as a breathy moan fell from his lips. his hand, previously pressing lightly onto your throat traveled to your mouth, and he slipped his large thumb into it, feeling your tongue swirl around him.

when his hips started to falter, he warned lowly, "i won't last much longer, love," forehead pressed against yours while his eyes stared deeply into yours. they were droopy due to the overwhelming sensations burning through your body, but christian still held onto your gaze. your hands, previously caressing his back roughly, for sure leaving marks, returned to hold onto both sides of his face, murmuring a small "please" before kissing him feverishly. although you didn't know what you were pleading for, he understood it perfectly, and soon his orgasm was triggering yours.

he dropped against your chest, exhausted just as you were, too deep into the haze and probably too jet lagged to even care. you two kept still, skin on skin after the intimate moments you had shared, its remnants still dripping down your thighs slowly. christian sighed contently when you slipped your hand into his hair, softly scraping it and making him fell asleep almost instantly.

after a few moments without a sound coming from either of you, you joked, slowly whispering "was it so bad?," chest vibrating as the waves of your giggles rumbled through his body. "yeah," he muttered, tone serious, which made you stiffen at the coldness of his answer. he continued, a few seconds after considering whether he should say it or not, afraid he had misunderstood the situation, giving it more meaning than it had to you. "now i won't be able to stop when we're back home," he concluded.

[nomolosk]

Got an idea for a scene I want to include in my Nightwatch!Lucy fic, but it's going to probably be months before I get there, and it's too cute not to share.

So here, have a spoiler:

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[Lucy kissed Lockwood after Aickemere’s to get him to shut up about taking his coat back, now they’re back in Portland Row that evening]

Lucy stood at the sink, finishing the washing up. Lucy’s head hurt too much for her to sleep at the moment, so she was trying to keep herself busy- too busy to think much. Unfortunately, she was running out of tidying up to do. Holly kept everything so spotless that there really wasn’t much.

She let the water drain out of the sink while she debated whether oiling chains would be too much of a dull task to keep her mind focused when she heard a step behind her. Lucy looked over her shoulder to see Lockwood standing in the doorway.

It was almost like she was seeing him for the first time- except that it wasn’t really. It was almost like they should have met under very different circumstances than the ones they found themselves facing that night in Kensal Green Cemetery.

She’d heard enough about the Lockwood and Co. interview process now that she could almost imagine what might have happened if she’d known they were holding interviews that first day in London.

She would have knocked on the door, desperate for one last chance. George would have opened it… and probably asked her something inane about donuts. It would have been late in the day, and he’d be irritated by all the forced socializing, so he’d be hungry and probably too blunt. But Lucy would have come in anyway.

And then George would have shown her into the living room, where Lockwood would have been waiting. He might have been sitting in his favorite chair, or possibly standing in front of the mirror over the fireplace, checking his hair. And then he would have looked up and seen her… their eyes would have met for the very first time, and…

Lucy suddenly realized that Lockwood was standing in front of her, looking at her with a question in his eyes. She hadn’t even noticed him crossing the room. She blushed and shook her head, offering him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, ‘You should be resting,’” Lockwood said.

Lucy sighed and closed her eyes briefly. Norrie’s dead face flashed in front of her and she quickly blinked them open again. “Yeah, well… tell that to my head. Bloody thing won’t stop hurting long enough for me to fall asleep.”

“Have you taken aspirin or paracetamol?”

“Yep! Full recommended dosage.”

“Right. That’s good. Well… what about an ice-pack?”

Lucy tilted her head to consider. “That might help…”

“I’ll get you one, but first,” Lockwood said, taking another step forward. “You left something with me earlier. I’d just like to give it back… if that’s okay?”

Lucy frowned slightly. “Really? I don’t remember giving you anything… are you sure?”

“Quite sure,” he said firmly, and then he was closer than ever, and his hand was lifting her chin, and his lips were covering hers.

Lucy froze, completely taken aback. In the haze of making it back home earlier, and then cleaning up, and discovering that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, she’d somehow managed to forget that she’d kissed him that morning.

Only to shut him up, of course, because he was being a right stubborn git about taking his coat back…

And now he was kissing her. In the kitchen. In front of the sink.

It was a good kiss, for what it was worth. Soft, warm… gentle.

Lucy’s scrambled brain just had time to realize that she should probably be kissing him back, and then he pulled away. His eyes studied her for a long moment, while she struggled to do anything other than goggle at him. Then his gaze dropped and he stepped away.

“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have-”

Lucy’s brain and body kicked into high gear and before she knew it, her hands were wrapped around the lapels of his stupid bloody coat, tugging him back into position.

“No, that was… very considerate,” she said, staring at his open collar. “You’re a very conscientious, uh, holder of precious items.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and she could feel herself blushing.

A slow grin spread over his face. “Oh? I’m pleased to hear you say that. As it happens, I think the same of you, Miss Carlyle.”

“Yeah?” Lucy asked, breathlessly. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, that they were actually doing this.

“Yes, I do. In fact…” Lockwood bent to capture her lips again, this time in a short peck. “I’d like to leave some of my precious items in your keeping. If you’d allow that.”

“Well,” Lucy said, swallowing hard. “I sh-should probably tell you that… I charge interest.”

Lockwood’s grin broadened. “Works for me- I’ve been trying to catch your interest for a while now.”

Lucy, face completely aflame now, was just about to collect that interest, when a voice from the doorway shattered the illusion that they were the only two people in the world.

“That was terrible. Lucy, please tell me that line didn’t work on you.” George moved to the cupboard with the glasses and took one down, and then unceremoniously bumped them both away from the sink so he could fill it with water. “Also, if this kind of disgusting display is going to become common around here, we need to come up with some house rules.”

Lucy hid her face in Lockwood’s shirt while he shook with silent laughter. The arse.

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[womanofwords]

Snuggle Buddies

Miles was not used to Spider-Society, so he was still being jump-scared at every possible opportunity. Spideys climbing up the walls and floor, different variants of villains, literally everyone being Spiderman, how the floor was an ocean of (mostly) blue and red. However, after a while, he got fairly used to it.

Until he saw Pavitr Prabhakar snuggled on a sofa, sniffling and holding a huge stuffed octopus. “Pav?” he said cautiously. Pavitr sat up hurriedly.

“Hi, Miles,” Pavitr said. “You do not need to check on me. I am completely fine.” His eyes were rimmed red and he had cheeks stained with tears. He was clearly lying.

Miles sighed. “Pavitr, you’re Spiderman. And part of being Spiderman means-”

“With great power comes great responsibility,” Pavitr said. “I know.”

“That you’re terrible at lying,” Miles finished. Pavitr giggled and blushed with embarrassment. “Now, what is wrong?”

“I just feel a little touch-starved. Gayatri’s on a month-long family trip to America to meet relatives and go to Disneyworld, and I sort of hang out alone at school. I just started holding things whenever it gets really bad.” Pavitr gestured to the stuffed octopus in his arms. “This belongs to Mayday. She left it behind one day and I can’t stop snuggling it.”

“Why didn’t you just tell someone?” Miles asked, rubbing Pavitr’s back in small circles the way that his mother used to do. “You could have told me, or Gwen, or Hobie.”

“You guys are all busy. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You are not a bother. You never were. You’re like a little ray of sunshine.” Miles picked him up and put him over his shoulder. “Now, let’s go find Gwen and Hobie.”

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Gwen and Hobie were walking together and talking happily when Miles appeared with a sniffling Pav over his shoulder. “Hi, Miles,” Gwen said.

“What’s up with Pav? Is he hurt?” Hobie asked.

“He’s touch-starved and needs emergency snuggles,” Miles said. “Where can we get a room?” Hobie sniggered.

“You don’t need to ask them, I’ll be fine,” Pavitr sniffled.

“Oh, that’s it, man!” Hobie plucked Pavitr off Miles’ shoulders like he weighed nothing. “Come on.” Hobie walked away, forcing Gwen and Miles to jog to keep up. Eventually, they arrived to a room full of pillows and blankets. Hobie sat down with Pavitr, wrapping themselves up in a large blanket. “Now, you know you can talk to us, right? Literally whenever you need.”

“OK, Hobie,” Pavitr sleepily replied, snuggling closer. Hobie rubbed at Pavitr's head.

“You’re a sweet’eart, you know that?” Hobie whispered. “Trying to be considerate of us. I will drop anything for you.” Pavitr squirmed. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“It tickles!” he giggled. “Hobie, your-” He bit his tongue as the punk grinned and tickled his armpits witless, occasionally letting out the occasional snort.

“There we go,” Hobie cooed. “Let it all out. We love you, but we need to teach you a proper lesson.”

“Whahahat?” Pavitr giggled.

“Well, you need to learn to advocate for yourself,” Hobie explained, as Pavitr giggled. “Before it gets to this state. Now, are you an adorable little thing who’s going to tell us when he’s down?”

“I didn’t want to be any trouble!” Pavitr giggled, squealing as his ribs played with.

“Sorry, can’t hear ya. Playing with my wonderful new guitar,” Hobie taunted. Pavitr tried to escape, but the blanket had encased him with Hobie, who was grinning down at him.

“Do you think we should help?” Miles asked.

“Hobie or Pav?” Gwen asked. “Oh, I’m just kidding. They’re both fine.”

“Wise choice,” Hobie said, before disappearing underneath the blanket. The room echoed with Pavitr’s screams of laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Pavitr screamed.

“What spot did he get to now?” Miles asked.

“Judging by the hopeless thrashing, all of them,” Gwen grinned.

[bro-atz]

1024UB CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: WE SHOULD BE MORE CAREFUL...

word count: 2.1k

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To be completely honest, Gyuri thought that she would get sick and tired of San after their vacation. Boy was she wrong and more wrong. That vacation only made her crave him even more. She couldn’t wait for class to be over so she could be with him. That was how whipped she was. She couldn’t believe she actually got to that point in a romantic relationship. San did something to her that no other person could possibly do to her, not even Seonghwa.

Whenever Gyuri and San weren’t in class, they spent time at either of their apartments. Usually it was Gyuri’s apartment, like it was that fine day. Since Iseul wasn’t home, the two of them were cuddling on the couch— pretty family friendly compared to how they usually were. Gyuri’s back was pressed against San’s strong chest, one of his hands holding hers while the other one was wrapped around her chest. He was holding her hand up and inspecting her fingers while his other hand started straying towards her breast.

“Hey,” she turned to look at his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

His hand continued closer as he replied with a smirk, “Touching you.”

Gyuri rolled her eyes and readjusted herself in San’s embrace, her back pressing further into his chest. She felt his lips press against the back of her ear. She didn’t realize how much that would turn her on until she felt his nose brush against her ear. She held back a shiver as his kisses trailed down her neck and to her shoulders. He pulled down her sleeve to expose her shoulder, and she instinctively held his hand just a bit tighter, earning a muffled laugh from him.

“God, you’re so amazing,” he breathed out before bringing his face up to kiss her cheek. “You’re so sexy.”

San turned her head lightly to bring her lips to his. Gyuri happily obliged, her cheeks starting to become rosy. Gyuri fought against her body, though. She suppressed her moans and physical reactions to how much she enjoyed San’s embrace and warm touch because she had an agenda.

“San, you know we can only be like this in secret, right?” Gyuri started. “We need to be more careful.”

“What do you mean?”

“We got too used to being affectionate in public during our vacation. We can’t do that here, yet.”

“Why don’t we just tell the group about us?” San whined.

“Because of Seonghwa,” she sighed. “Also, I don’t know about you, but I kind of like them not knowing about us. I feel like the group would get super annoying about us being together.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. I know Wooyoung would be bugging us all the time,” he agreed. “And, yeah, Seonghwa… We should tell him as soon as possible, though, right?”

“I still haven’t really talked to him about his confession… I can’t find a good time to bring it up for that matter.”

“You’re right. I still think you should sit Seonghwa down and tell him the truth sooner rather than later.”

“I agree, it’s just so difficult…”

“I get that. Okay, we won’t tell everyone, but on one condition,” San said seriously.

“What is that?”

“We go out together in public. I want to take you out on dates,” he proposed.

After a moment of consideration, Gyuri responded slowly, “I don’t know… That seems way too risky.”

“Iseul and Yunho covered us during our vacation, right? We can get them to help us out with this, too,” he insisted. “Let us date properly, please. I want to go to those museum exhibits with you, watching movies in theaters with you, go for nice dinners and grab dessert after with you.”

Truth be told, Gyuri wanted to do all those things and more as well. She was finally in a relationship that she was actually comfortable in, and she wanted to be able to be in that relationship under normal circumstances. Timidly, she nodded, only to add, “Okay, but I think we should establish a couple of rules.”

“What rules were you thinking?”

“Well, we should dress like celebrities when we go out to meet each other, like with sunglasses, hats, masks— those types of things. And, if we want to go to each other’s apartments, instead of sneaking around, we should either dress like celebrities or actually leave things at the apartments so that it gives us a proper excuse to go over,” Gyuri held up her fingers to count the rules.

San, meanwhile, lowered his head to her shoulder. She could feel him staring at her lustfully before she felt his teeth nibbling at the skin on her neck.

“San, focus!”

She pushed his head away lightly with her shoulder. He nodded and looked at her intently, though she could still see some lust in his eyes.

“I think we should also come up with some sort of schedule over where we sleep if we do want to spend the night with each other. It’s not fair to Yunho or Iseul if we spend most of our time at only one apartment.”

He nodded in agreement, and with that, the conversation ended because San’s hands were roaming underneath her clothes, his hand reaching for her bra clasp while the other was pushing her waistband down. Gyuri squirmed in his embrace as he trailed the tips of his fingers against sensitive parts of her body. Despite him teasing her like this, he didn’t go any further. Her bra remained on, and her waistband hugged her body as it had been. The only reason he didn’t go any further was because he moved her away from his chest. He brought her legs over his before hugging her waist so that they were now facing each other. His nose brushed against hers briefly before he kissed her with intense heat. Gyuri wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him a little closer. San leaned into her so far that he almost pinned her on the couch, but before he could, he stopped because Gyuri ran her fingers through his hair on the back of his head and pulled him back to where he was.

“God, Gyuri,” he stopped kissing her and breathlessly whispered. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I could say the same to you,” Gyuri still had the roots of his hair tight in her grasp.

She pulled his head back and peppered kisses on his neck, her legs straddling him as she pinned him against the couch arm rest. She decided that she wanted to tease him the same way he had by kissing his collarbone and pushing her hand up his shirt. He wrapped his strong arms around her, one hand on her back while the other was around her waist as per usual. He brought her into him even more before suddenly flipping her so that he was the one pinning her down, causing the girl to gasp.

“That was too fucking smooth,” Gyuri told him.

A light blush found its way across his cheeks and nose. She brought her hand up to his face and caressed his cheek as she gazed at him fondly, her eyes straying to his hair. She ran her hands through the hair on the back of his head again, her fingers checking the length of his hair. His root were starting to grow in, and Gyuri loved how it looked so much. The longer she looked at his bleached hair, more ideas popped into her head. He was still above her as her hand made its way back to his face again. She knew that San had his ears pierced, but she studied his face with a small smile on her face. She could tell San was getting a little self conscious, so she voiced her thoughts.

“Have you ever considered getting face piercings?”

“Huh,” San seriously pondered the idea. “I never really thought about it… I guess it depends on my career choice after college. If I do end up wanting to become a lawyer, then maybe a face piercing wouldn’t be the best idea.”

“Ah, you’re right... I just can’t help but think a lip or nose or eyebrow piercing would look insanely hot on you.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of piercings.”

“Could you possibly just humor me?” Gyuri requested. “Could you put in fake piercings? Please?”

“I mean, I guess,” San chuckled.

Gyuri pushed herself up and sat in San’s lap as she traced his eyebrow. She imagined him with the eyebrow piercing and the lip piercing and could feel a fire start within her. She bit her tongue to keep herself from making any noise that would turn him on as he tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her pierced ear lobes.

“What about you? Have you ever thought about getting more than your ears pierced?”

“Maybe… What kind of piercings were you thinking of?”

“…Tongue?”

“Jesus, you kinky bastard,” Gyuri rolled her eyes.

“Or maybe your nipples,” San’s hand neared her breasts.

“That’s even worse! Can’t you think of any normal piercings?”

“Then where would you want to get one?”

Gyuri pondered the thought. She had considered getting a face piercing when she was in high school, but she figured that if she did, her mother would pelt her with fruits. She thought back to what she wanted, though.

“Maybe my septum… or labret.”

“Labret?”

“Yeah, it goes through your lip like this,” Gyuri demonstrated briefly before San’s lips encompassed hers.

As San sucked hard on her lower lip and tugged it upwards, Gyuri dug her nails into his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. San pinned her onto the couch once more, and this time, his hands went further than just briefly touching her bra clasp and moving her waistband. She felt his hand go down the back of her pants and grip her buttock tightly. His fingers successfully unhooked her bra and magically removed her bra from under her shirt— a skill that Gyuri herself didn’t even possess. She couldn’t even express her amazement because his tongue was pushing further into her mouth. She could feel him quietly grunt as his kisses became less intrusive and his hips pressed against hers more. They were so into each other to the point where they didn’t even hear someone unlock the apartment door.

“Hey! Stop that,” someone barked at them.

The two of them turned to see that the people who entered the apartment were luckily the two friends who knew about their relationship: Iseul and Yunho.

“Why? They should continue,” Yunho giggled.

Iseul smacked the back of Yunho’s head before lecturing the two horny young adult on the couch, “You should have gone into a room if you were going to go this far.”

“Should we go to your room then, Iseul?” San asked cheekily.

“Don’t make me hit you, too,” Iseul cracked her knuckles.

“Oh! You could also go to the bathroom!” Yunho exclaimed.

“Shut the fuck up, Yunho! Don’t give them any ideas,” Iseul smacked Yunho’s head once more.

Meanwhile, Gyuri locked eyes with San, the two of them blushing at the exact same time as they remembered being intimate in the bathroom of Iseul’s grandmother’s villa as well as in both bathrooms in both of their apartments. Iseul seemed to have noticed them being coy as she roared, “Oh my God! Did you already fucking do it in the bathroom?!”

“Nice!”

“Shut the fuck up, Yunho!” Yunho’s head faced another smack.

Iseul angrily grabbed San by the collar and dragged him into Gyuri’s room, Gyuri following closely behind. Her roommate threw her boyfriend in her room, and after she had entered her room, the door slammed shut behind them.

“Do whatever the fuck you want, but stay in there and keep it the fuck down!” Iseul yelled.

Footsteps thudded through the apartment before another door slammed shut. Her ear pressed against the door, Gyuri could no longer hear either Iseul or Yunho. She turned around and leaned against the door, San watching intently. She bit her lower lip as she stared at his smolder, heat rampaging through the lower part of her body.

“Fuck…” San groaned as he whispered. “You shouldn’t look at me like that…”

“Why? What are you going to do about it?” Gyuri teased him.

Although she was already pressed up against the door, San pinned her against it and looked down at her hungrily. Gyuri wrapped her arms around him as he lifted her and brought her to the bed, their lips locked in a passionate frenzy.

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Giving up the Ghost: Chapter 7 (Shattered Heart)

Spurred by Teba’s advice, Link attempts to tell Sidon how he feels. It doesn’t go as planned.

AO3 Link

Link and Tulin spent quite a while at the Flight Range, with Tulin getting the most bullseyes between the two of them. It seemed like just yesterday that he was a little chick, eagerly following Link around with starstruck eyes. And now, he’d surpassed Link, at least in terms of archery. It brought a smile to Link’s face.

Exhausted from everything they’d done that day, it wasn’t long before Tulin fell asleep. Link helped him into the bed in the cabin, covering him with a warm comforter.

Sighing, he went out to sit on the edge of the platform, his legs dangling off the side. He began restringing his bow to give his hands something to do.

A soft knock sounded on the wall behind him and he turned to see Teba standing there.

“Looks like he’s all tuckered out,” he said quietly, coming over to sit beside Link.

Nodding, Link returned his attention to his bow.

Teba was silent for a few minutes before he spoke again. “You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay?”

Link exhaled, setting down his bow so he could sign. ‘Yeah. Just peachy.’

Teba hummed in consideration. “Y’know…As a dad, I can tell pretty easily when my son is lying to me…The same goes for you. I’ve known you a long time, after all.”

Biting his lip, Link turned away. ‘It’s my problem…I don’t want to bother you.’

Teba gave a quiet chuckle. “You haven’t changed a bit…helping everyone around you but keeping silent about your own problems.”

He turned towards Link, frowning slightly. “You should know that I’m here to listen, if you need it.”

Link’s hands tensed and he balled them into fists.

Reluctantly, he began to answer. ‘Someone I care for…is engaged to someone else, someone I’ve never even met…I can’t bring myself to face either of them.’

Teba leaned back on his hands, turning his attention to the sky. “Hm…that is quite the problem.” He tilted his head in Link’s direction and asked, “Have you told this person how you feel?”

Link barked out a laugh. ‘No…he hasn’t got a clue. And I intend to keep it that way.’

“Why is that?”

Slowly, Link forced himself to look at Teba. He raised a brow in a questioning manner.

“Why not tell him?”

Sighing heavily, Link glanced down at his hands. ‘It wouldn’t end well. For anyone.’

“You won’t know unless you try. If you don’t speak to him, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been. Even if he tells you no, at least you’ll be able to move on.”

Link grit his teeth and closed his eyes. ‘I can’t.’

“Now, Link…” Teba reached out to him, attempting to place a hand on his shoulder, but Link scooted away.

‘I’m sorry…’ he signed, ‘I can’t do this.’

Without another word, he pulled out the Purah Pad and selected a shrine. Teba tried to stop him, but he was too late. Link was already gone.

He landed at a shrine in Central Hyrule and let out a shaky breath.

Teba didn’t know what he was asking. Telling Sidon his feelings…at this point, it was impossible.

The avatars of Sidon and Tulin sprung to life and Link spared a glance at them. With a heavy sigh, he pressed onward.

-----

Link spent the next month traversing Hyrule, taking on shrines and helping people where he could. Contrary to during the Calamity, he’d been avoiding the Domain as much as possible. Every so often, he’d get the urge to return, but then he’d promptly remember what awaited him there, and squash down the desire.

He was currently camping for the night, sitting on his bedroll as he stared at the fire. Though it had been a while since he last saw him, Teba’s words still weighed on his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder if the rito had been right after all.

Link looked over at Sidon’s avatar, its blank stare meeting his.

Carefully, he scooted closer to it, leaning against its body. He exhaled shakily, moving to wrap his arms around its middle. Though its presence was a painful reminder of Sidon, it still provided a great deal of comfort. There had been many moments over the last few weeks where he used the avatar as a stand in for the zora. It wasn’t as if Sidon knew about it, after all, and the things he did were harmless enough.

He turned his head toward the avatar, hiding his face against its semi-transparent form. He inhaled deeply, before letting out a heavy sigh. If only this were real. If only the true Sidon would let him hold him in this way…

Link stayed that way for a long while, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The avatar’s presence was the one thing that seemed to help in times like these.

The avatar began to stroke his hair then, and Link hugged it tighter. It wasn’t often that the ghostly figure responded to his ministrations, but when it did, he savored every moment of it.

“Thank you,” he murmured quietly, snuggling closer to it.

As always, the avatar was silent.

-----

Link’s next stop was Tarrey Town. It had grown a great deal since he’d first encountered the empty peninsula six years prior.

Rhondson and Hudson’s daughter was growing so fast. It seemed like just yesterday that she’d been born; just a tiny little thing. Now she was running around the town eagerly, showing off the gerudo language she’d been studying to anyone who would listen.

He was happy to help her fix up the hot air balloon that would take her to the desert. She seemed too young to be travelling alone, but he wasn’t about to question the customs of the gerudo.

When the balloon was finished, the little girl smiled ear to ear, her joy utterly infectious.

“Thank you so much!” she cried, giving him a big hug. He knelt down to her height to return the gesture, a grin on his face.

‘Don’t mention it.’

Her parents stood off to the side, watching happily. As Mattison took the time to admire her new balloon, Link approached them.

“Thank you, Link,” Rhondson said. “You’ve always been a big help to us.”

‘You don’t need to thank me,’ Link insisted.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” Hudson said. “If it weren’t for you, I’d never have met this wonderful woman beside me. We never would have built this magnificent town, and our daughter wouldn’t even be here.”

He set a hand on Link’s shoulder, smiling warmly. “I really owe you. Thanks to you, I found the courage to tell her how I feel.”

Hudson then pulled Rhondson in for a hug, planting a kiss on her cheek. She blushed in turn, insisting it was embarrassing, but she was clearly loving it.

Link watched them in amusement, and that was when a realization hit him.

They were so happy together…but they wouldn’t be in this position if Link hadn’t introduced them. They wouldn’t be together if Hudson hadn’t found the resolve to confess.

Teba was right…

His mind preoccupied, Link bid them farewell, walking off absentmindedly.

Maybe he wasn’t too late…Maybe, if he told Sidon how he felt, they could cancel the engagement.

He thought back to all the times Sidon had embraced him, or shown him incredible affection.

Maybe his feelings weren’t unrequited after all.

-----

Sidon stood in a meeting, his thoughts elsewhere. It had been nearly two months since Link had unexpectedly left in the middle of the coronation. He knew his friend was busy, especially with Zelda missing, but he’d never left without saying goodbye before. Sidon was overcome with concern, wondering what was wrong.

At the very least, he knew Link was safe, thanks to the avatar he’d given him. He hadn’t initially realized he could see through its eyes, but it was a nice surprise. It allowed him to be with his dearest friend, if only distantly.

What had him confused though, was how Link acted while he was out in the wild. It was clear that Link was going through a great many trials. But he’d never been open enough to tell Sidon what was wrong…Granted, there were a few times Link had come to him seeking comfort, but it wasn’t something he did often. It usually felt more like a last resort. Like he was unwilling to open up unless it was absolutely necessary.

It pained Sidon to know his friend was holding so much inside. Seeing Link in the wilderness, all reservations gone, it became clear just how pained he truly was. More often than not, his face was somber and listless. The only time he seemed to brighten was when he approached his avatar for comfort.

Despite knowing how much Link was suffering, it was a comfort knowing he sought out his avatar when he was in need. But that only brought up more questions. If Link trusted him as much as he seemed to, then why was he avoiding the Domain?

He closed his eyes, focusing on his avatar’s vision. To his surprise, he noticed Link amid the backdrop of Lanayru. Was he coming back here after all? It filled him with a great deal of glee to know his dearest friend was finally returning to him.

The meeting thankfully came to an end soon and he rushed out, paying little mind to decorum as he sped through the streets.

Sure enough, there in the plaza was Link, standing there with his arms hanging stiffly. He spotted Sidon then, and his face turned pink.

Sidon wasted no time rushing to him, pulling him into a bear hug.

“Link! My closest friend! I cannot tell you how much I missed you!”

Laughing, Link returned the hug, nuzzling his crest. Warmth blossomed in Sidon’s chest and he gave a wide, stupid grin.

“To what do we owe this honor?” Sidon asked, gently setting the hylian down.

Link’s expression turned slightly nervous then, and the fiddled with his hands. ‘I was hoping we could talk about something…alone.’

Sidon immediately perked up. Perhaps Link was going to speak with him about why he’d been absent for so long. Whatever it was, he would happily listen to whatever his dear friend had to say.

“Of course! Here, let us head to the reservoir. There should be no prying ears there.”

-----

Link’s heart was beating into his throat as he followed Sidon up the steps. He’d never been so nervous before, not even when facing Calamity Ganon.

He tried to tell himself not to worry so much. It seemed like his engagement to Yona was an arranged one, and Sidon was always so affectionate with him…the chances were in his favor that Sidon would return his feelings.

Once they’d made it to their destination, Sidon stood at attention.

“I am all ears, my friend. Please, what is on your mind?”

Gulping, Link took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

‘Sidon…We’ve been friends for a long time.’

“Indeed, we have!” he said with his signature grin and a pump of his fist.

Link returned his smile, though it was more subdued.

‘Ever since we first met…I’ve cared for you a great deal. I’ve always been happiest when I’m with you. I trust you more than anyone.’

“I am honored to hear that. I feel the same.”

Happiness bubbled up within Link and he couldn’t help but give a hopeful smile. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to say the words he’d locked away for a long time.

‘What I mean to say is…I love you, Sidon. I have for a long time now.’

Sidon grew quiet then, a shocked expression upon his face.

The awkward silence stretched between them and a pit opened up in Link’s stomach.

‘I…Do you…feel the same?’

He held his breath, his entire body on edge as he waited for a response.

A look of guilt worked its way onto Sidon’s face. “I…I’m so sorry, Link...”

Link froze, his heart jumping into his throat.

No.

“I care for you a great deal…you’re my closest friend, after all. I would do anything to see you smile, but…”

No…

Tentatively meeting his gaze, Sidon finished, “I’m afraid I don’t return your feelings.”

Link’s throat swelled shut and he began to hyperventilate.

No, no, no…

“Not to mention, there is my engagement to Yona…I’m so sorry, but it’s just not possible.”

Tears pricked Link’s eyes and he shakily reached down to pull out the Purah Pad.

He couldn’t do this. He needed to leave. Right now.

Sidon seemed to realize what he was doing and looked at him in alarm. He attempted to reach out to him, and Link could distantly hear his voice, but his attention was focused elsewhere. Not looking at the screen, he chose a shrine at random, disappearing just before Sidon could grasp him.

Link arrived somewhere where it was pouring rain.

Not paying any mind to the weather or if there was any danger nearby, Link immediately curled into a ball and wailed.

His fingers tightly gripped his stomach, as if he were going to fall apart at the seams. Sobs of anguish wracked his body as tears streamed down his face. His cries echoed into the evening, his voice positively wounded.

He was stupid. So stupid.

Why had he ever thought Sidon would feel the same? Why had he thought he was deserving of love?

Link sat there for a long while, the rain plastering his hair and drenching his body, but he didn’t care. His heartache was too prevalent in his mind.

He was an idiot, plain and simple. It was no wonder Sidon rejected him.

Thunder echoed in the sky, drowning out the sound of his weeping. He laid there, unmoving, for Hylia knows how long.

—

Sorry…Sidon's a bit of a dumb dumb. :(

[hell-much]

Cutting Room Floor - Corporate AU - II

SLEEPING MASK

Sansa being considerate has Margaery appreciative and Loras annoyed.

(I have no recollection whatsoever of writing this. It's cheesy and a little out of character, but we'll blame that on the PMS.)

...

“Wait!” Sansa hurried after her, caught up just as Margaery turned around.

“Miss me, already?” A smile played on Margaery’s lips.

“Always,” Sansa returned lightly, then held up the sleeping mask. “But I thought you’d miss this even more than me.”

Her lips fell open in surprise and she pressed the sleeping mask against herself. “Oh Gods, you’re a lifesaver!”

She smiled bashfully. “Well, the hotel is facing east, and I wouldn’t want you to be all tired and cranky on our wedding day because you woke at the crack of dawn.”

“Thank you,” she said, clutching the mask between her hands.

Suddenly she found herself blinking away tears. It was a small thing, but one that momentarily got Margaery more emotional than by any means appropriate.

It was a lovely coincidence to have PMS hit her full frontal on the day before her wedding. The worst kind of timing. Already the smallest things like this stupid sleeping mask, turned her into an emotional mess.

(Though she supposed if PMS had to hit right before her wedding, it was preferable to have it be the emotional kind, rather than the annoyed.)

“Well, I guess I should get back,” Sansa said, gesturing back to her house. “Before they think we want to elope.”

“That would be kind of romantic,” Margaery said, reaching out for Sansa’s hand. 

If she’d asked her in that moment to do it, she would have gotten into the next car with her without looking back. That was how much she couldn’t wait to marry her.

“We could never return,” Sansa said, with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Given that our families would murder us. A life on the run. How is that for romance?”

Margaery laughed lightly. “Anything with you. Even cheap motels and gas station food until the end of my days.” Her smile grew broader. “Our days.”

A small tug on her hand, a certain look to go along with it, that was all it took and then she was in her arms, arms wrapped around her neck and kissing her deeply.

The beloved sleeping mask landed on the floor as she sunk her fingers into Sansa’s hair and pulled her as close as humanly possible. It was one of those kisses that would have quickly, very quickly turned into more, if they had not been out on the streets in broad daylight.

Matter of fact was, it might have been a bit much for their public whereabouts already.

When a hand wrapped around her upper arm Margaery first mistook it for Sansa’s, until that hand pulled her away from Sansa and Sansa’s lips.

A bit dizzy, she twisted in the strong grip and looked at her brother.

Well, that bought boiling hot sentiments a bit closer to room temperature.

“There is a playground right across the street,” Loras said and nodded his head in the direction. “Do you guys have any shame?”

With a hand to swollen lips Sansa hid a bashful smile, the soft blush in her cheeks intensifying. Gods she looked beautiful.

“We got carried away by the romance of it all,” Margaery snapped back at him, but couldn’t get the silly smile off her face. “We’re getting married. Sue us.”

“Animals is what you are,” he muttered, dramatically brushing his curls back. Then he shook his head and looked at her expectantly. “Anyways. You’re ready to go?”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sansa holding up the sleep mask with a sweet smile.

“Almost.”

She thought she heard her brother call them “Freaking Animals!” when she flung herself back into Sansa’s arms.

[asherloki]

The love is real part 4

Stephen strange x reader

Part 3

He couldn't believe her word, what more can he do to make her trust him? He goes closer to her and says "no, I'm not trying to claim you as my property. I truly have feelings for you, I do want to work on this marriage ". She's extremely emotional at these words. All she thought, why now? Now when she might've got someone to move on? Her eyes went teary and she almost spat these words "why do you have to say these things when I'm going for a date?"

Stephen was stunned, he wasn't ready for it, he couldn't believe y/n could give up on this marriage so easily and move on he still tried to keep calm and said, "a date? Why.. I mean who? Have you met someone you like more than..." His words drowned and she looked away, yet answered, "your student, Kevin ".

"Why did you agree?" He asked calmly, he needed the right , the truth anyhow of her feelings. She couldn't keep it in her and yelled,

"Because our marriage is forced Stephen".

"We're still married, you're my WIFE" at this point he raised his voice to make sure she understands what does it mean to be married.

She's terrified at this point but doesn't show a hint of it instead says softly as lowly as possible, "I'm heading over to the date".

At this a tear fell from Stephen's eye, but still he smiled, mockingly, "I see, go on then, hope you enjoy your date" he said with enough mockery.

She went towards the door and then to the garden. He can't help but drops on his knees and as tears fell from his eyes. But after few minutes he hears the soft footsteps entering again, y/n was walking towards him.

She stood beside him and said, "I came here to tell you something, I didn't go for the date". She said in one breath.

He looks at her with confusion, "why? Why didn't you go?"

"None of your business " said she. This hit him like an arrow, ofcourse he must know, he still asked, "tell me, still".

"You made me feel terrible about myself Stephen" y/n yelled, her eyes started getting teary. She still continued "as if I'm hurting you, you never thought of me, you also told me that you're the sorcerer supreme and I should be glad to be your wife like I'm lesser than you".

Stephen sat confused, this is how she felt? "I never meant to make you feel like you're not important"

She said softly, this time being careful not to say anything hurtful, last thing she wanted to do is to hurt him. "I felt like that, so I thought this marriage will be nothing but a forced one".

Stephen was so shocked, she was so hurt, he never was aware of how she felt "I... I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I... I never meant to make you feel unimportant... I should have been more considerate of your feelings..."

Y/n's heart was screaming 'stop being so kind, I'm falling for you, and I won't let myself get hurt again' but she says finally "Now you suddenly won't let me date anyone, out of nowhere you say you love me... Am I to believe you?"

"I'm sorry, I... Never ..." He breaks down in tears.

"Don't cry please"

Says she looking down on the floor

"Come here," he grabs her hand, gently.

His voice is soft and kind. He's no longer the arrogant and smug person that she's used to.

Instead, at this moment, he's the man who loves her. She can tell this much.

"Say you forgive me," he asks, softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I want to make things right... So... Please... Can you say you forgive me?"

She can't help but nod, obviously she forgives him, how can't she? She's falling for him, she's, starting to get involved in this marriage. "I... I do" says she, "let me go please".

He felt relieved that he forgot he was holding her hand by wrist he let's go off her , feeling a little embarrassed, he got carried away. "I'm so sorry, I... You're right I was.." he stammers as he let's go of her.

"May I ask you something?" He asks her seriously.

She looks at him and replies "y-yes?"

"You don't believe I love you do you?" He asks.

To be continued...

[skylarstark4826]

Attuma was waist deep into the waters of Wakanda, beckoning Okoye closer. 

“You would wish me to soil my clothes?” She says playfully, hands on her hips as she purses her lips. 

“Only for a moment.” Attuma smiles under his mask, offering his hand to her. “I’d like to swim with you for a while…if you can keep up.” 

“Wait right there, fish . I’ll show you swimming.” 

Attuma’s smile grows wider as he watches her take off her shoes, placing them neatly right where the tide and shore met and stepping slowly into the water. It was warmed by the early evening sun, but still considerably cold. They waded in deeper, Attuma waiting until only his head could be poked out of the water to remove his mask and place it on Okoye. 

She takes it gingerly, and takes a deep breath after all the water empties from it. 

“You look much better without this thing on.” It’s a mumble, but Attuma catches it and smirks, loosely wrapping his arm along her waist as they dip underwater. 

She swims ahead of him, doing flips and turns in the water once they reached the mouth of the river. 

Her swimming is clumsy compared to Talokanil, but as Attuma watches her she seems truly at peace and carefree as she bathes in whatever light pierces it’s way through the water. Okoye turns to him after a while, and he can make out her plush lips slightly parted under his mask. Her clothes billow out behind her, white and grey following her like the fins of a goldfish. 

The scene pulls something in his heart and he joins her almost immediately. 

“You are a good swimmer.” He says, crossing his arms. 

“All of the Dora Milaje were taught to swim. Do you think me so incompetent that I cannot move my legs past one another in water, General?” 

“I cannot say that I didn’t consider it a possibility.” He chuckles. “But as always, I am proven wrong.” 

He hears the gargled sound of her kissing her teeth, and catches her looking away from him, wearing that same smile from earlier. Again his heart panged for the desire to be closer. He wished so many things for Okoye, and so many things for himself. But she was not to be wished for so easily. 

“I found something I would like to show you.” He says finally, and Okoye turns to him, following as he began to swim slowly downward. 

They swim until they reach an underwater cavern, illuminated by bioluminescent mushrooms and various moss and other organisms that Okoye did not have names for. The sheer vastness of it left her awestruck as she poked her eyes out of the water, speechless. 

The water reflected gentle waves onto the dark walls, and she handed Attuma his mask back, watching him fill it back up with water as he heaved himself up into the cave. He bends down on one knee to offer Okoye his help, but she was already helping herself, getting up in one fluid motion. 

She stood, and she was cold. She sighed. 

They walked for a while, just admiring. Okoye got caught in her thoughts, Attuma’s hair wet and cascading down his shoulders, the gentle clink of his jewelry. He was a big, beautiful man, and she bet he was warm too. Years of training had taught her to withstand subzero temperatures, but the brief peacetime in Wakanda had made her soft. Only a little. 

She wondered if they even had a future, if she could even entertain the notion of such a thing. She did not miss the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t looking, how he defended her name to his fellow Talokanil. Even to other Wakandans, if that show with W’Kabi had been anything but. But they were the warriors of two strained countries, bound to meet each other on the battlefield should their respective rulers not see eye to eye. She would not hesitate to raise her daggers to his heart, but it pained her to think of a day that she might have to do it. 

Her brow furrows. 

“What troubles you, warrior?” Attuma’s voice ripples across the cave, and her breath catches at the way his accent draws out the syllables of his words. 

“ I do not know how I can love a man like you.” She says in Xhosa, knowing he doesn’t understand. 

Attuma catches a few words, but the rest leave him puzzled, something about love and a man. His brow also furrows. 

“I apologize.” She says. “It’s nothing.” 

Okoye runs her hand over a crystal poking out of the wall, cold beginning to seep into her bones. 

“Are you sure? You seem just as stressed as you were before.” He sets a comforting hand on her shoulder and puts himself in front of her. “I brought you out here for a chance to recharge.” 

“Thank you for that.” She gives him a very sad smile, and his heart drops. 

He wants to know what it is that is ailing her, sure that he can make it right, but he does not press. Attuma sits and leans against a wall, his shoulders heaving. Okoye settles in next to him, and tries not to make the way she scooted closer for his body heat obvious. 

“It is truly gorgeous here.” She says, looking up. The quartz and small vibranium deposits left a sparkle in her eyes. He made another wish right then: that the sparkle would never leave her eye. 

“I hoped you thought so too. It reminds me of you in here.” 

“Never once has a man compared me to a cave. Do explain yourself, fish.” 

He chuckles. “This place is a wonder, like…” He struggles for the words in English, thinking out loud in Mayan. 

She sets a hand on his shoulder and rigs her kimoyo beads to translate. 

“ Speak .” She says, in his tongue. That she doesn’t need the translator for, and Attuma is made nervous. Her kind eyes squinted at him, deep pools with flecks of gold swimming in them. Her lips turned up at one corner. He wanted her to look at him like that forever. 

“ Most of the things here were under millions of pounds of pressure to become as beautiful as they are. They burned. They cooled. They eroded.” Okoye stares at him in awe, watching his eyes and following them to the top of the cavern. 

Stalactite crystals cascaded down, flickering and dripping every so often wirj water collected at the tips, the chandeliers illuminating the rest of the cavern in a blue and purplish glow. 

“ But despite it all, they are still a wonder. Like you. That is what I wanted to say.” 

Okoye blinks, speechless for half a second. 

“You are a poet in the making.” She smiles, getting onto her feet and offering her hand to Attuma. He grabs her forearm for more balance, and she heaves him up like he was no more than a bag of grapes. If he didn’t know any better, he might have squealed. 

“I’m glad you think so.”

The two of them stand there for a little while longer, and Okoye feels a streak of boldness shoot through her as she steps closer to him, resting her head on his tricep and her hand on his forearm. She sighs and leans into him and Attuma feels as though he has been placed on top of the world. He swears that this woman must be casting spells on him. 

“We probably need to start heading back. They will be looking for us.” Attuma tries to keep his dejection out of his voice. 

“You are right. But we can take our time swimming back.” 

Attuma huffs out a laugh at that and guides her back towards the mouth of the cave, giving her back the mask before diving gracefully into the water. She follows, and the two swim circles around each other. Okoye tries to fling water at him, forgetting that they are underwater, and the genuine smile that Attuma shows her as he laughs is enough to make her stifle a giggle.

Just as they get close to the surface, Okoye swims towards him, taking a deep breath and then taking off the mask. Attuma looks mortified, but only momentarily as she closes the distance between the two of them. His hands come to hover around her waist, just barely touching her clothes, and she traces his jawline, cupping her hand at the back of his head. They both lean in, and Attuma finally knows what those lips feel like against his. She glows in the sunlight, but he closes his eyes, ruminating on how she felt against him, how her back dipped just where her butt started. Her nails just short of touching his scalp. Okoye feels him pull her closer, and just as she feels her lungs burn she taps his cheek. 

He is still holding her like the ocean might carry her away, looking as though she holds the moon and the sun in her hands. The sight is foreign to her, and she revels in it just a moment longer as he swims with her to break the surface of the water. He holds her by her waist above him so that he is looking up at her. Her chest rises gently as she catches her breath, and as little water droplets fall  off her head and shoulders, he can’t help but be entranced. She runs her fingers through his hair and then leans down so that she can press their foreheads together. 

“Thank you for showing me the cave.” She whispers. “It was glorious. I cannot believe that there are parts of Wakanda that I have not been able to see.” 

“Anytime, warrior.” Attuma takes his mask from her and suctions it on. He gives her a moment to finish catching her breath and then hooks one hand under both her legs, carrying her the rest of the way to the shore.

[whump-town]

Brother in Arms

I'm just cleaning out bad wips so I don't have to keep looking at them, pls enjoy this trash,

hotch getting shot in brother in arms bc i fully believe that should have been what happened

word count, 1 k

Hotch could find danger like a blood-hound. If there was going to be a shoot-out, a talk-down, a rush-in, any sort of anything, Hotch would be there. The best way to get there was to be Hotch’s hip-man. Emily didn’t mind him so much once she realized Hotch’s charm was in looking scary, Hotch himself is not so tough. Once Emily had that, she didn’t mind him so much. He wasn’t a bad partner. More considerate than Morgan – who preferred to sleep in as few clothes as possible and snored. She’d wake up and Hotch would have a pot of coffee brewing, him long gone and the shower all to her. Every time Emily had ever roomed with Morgan she’d spent the morning feeling strangely childish, bickering back and forth with him as they both intentionally tried to annoy the other. Hotch was an angel. 

But once she stopped minding him so much, he became harder to hate. 

She still hates him. She hates him right now, watching the back of his head knowing that he’s taking deep breaths and preparing himself for what comes next. She hates him and she hates this stupid idea. “For the record,” Emily whispers to him as she climbs out, leaning close to the headrest, “I think this is a stupid idea.” Hotch says nothing but she knows he heard her. She glances back at him once, forcing her eyes on the gravel under her feet as she leaves him to fake a phone call by the side of the car. Her heart pounds as she walks away. Hotch has to be alone. 

But he won’t really be alone. They’ll be four cars down. He just has to make it four cars. 

Emily closed her eyes, and crouched down behind a patrol car, her hand on Derek’s leg waiting for him to call time. She’s counting the seconds in her head. 

Twenty-three. 

Nearly there. It’s just thirty seconds. 

Twenty-six. 

Morgan steps forward and Emily opens her eyes, ready to move. 

Guns fire. Not their guns. 

Hotch is still standing when she sees him, he leaves a bloody handprint on the hand of the van beside him as he staggers. Grunting as he falls into the van, his legs giving out beneath him, he can feel himself slipping. His left arm reaches out underneath him, trying to soften his landing, but it gives out beneath him and he lands with a crack on his back. None of it hurts. When it hurts again, Hotch knows it’s going to kill him. He can’t hear a thing but he looks to the left and finds Emily – a blurry, primarily dark figure running quickly at him. He knows her by the way she screams at him as she gets closer.

“Idiot!” Emily shouts at him, falling down beside him. Her hands go to his leg, she could see the blood before she got there. Too much, too quick. “Dammit!”

Pain comes back sharp and center as Emily bends over his left leg. Hotch clamps his mouth shut, gritting his teeth, and trembling as Emily tries to find where she needs to put pressure. The pain burns, bones in his leg shift, the skin feels like it’s burning. And then Emily finds the bullet’s entrance, when she pushes down, uses her weight against the artery dumping his blood quickly out onto the parking lot’s asphalt, Hotch feels nothing. His mouth opens and he can feel himself scream,  straining against pain so intense his brain can not function. 

Emily looks up and watches as his eyes roll up into his head. His ashy white face loses it’s expression as he sags back to the ground. “Hotch?” He doesn’t answer. “Hotch!” The air is just cold enough to make holding his leg burn her hands, the hot blood gushing over her fingers stings, and won’t stop no matter how hard she presses. “Fuck, fuck,” she lets go, has to. 

She needs a tourniquet, his belt. Her fingers slide over the leather, too wet to grip. Emily doesn’t hear the approach of the EMS team. Hotch had kept them close, and told them to circle the other street twice before coming back here. She’d forgotten about that. 

“Hand me the tourniquet kit.” 

Emily stands, moving away, so that the man with the bright orange tourniquet in his hands can get where he needs to. She pushes her bangs away from her face with the back of her hands but still ends up smearing blood into her hair and onto her face. Emily staggers back another step, eyes snapping down to Hotch. He’s looking at the van, head turned away. As the tourniquet is tightened Hotch’s eyes open, he turns his neck away, straining with his mouth open but no sounds leave his mouth. 

“Hotch?”

Hotch shivers, body relaxing back into twitches as he blinks owlish and slow. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, aimed at the van but seeing nothing. 

Emily’s legs are shaking as she tries to squat down, her hand leaves a print on the sidewalk as she sits, and crosses her legs underneath her. She’s close to him, as close as she dares. “I told you this was a stupid fucking idea,” she says. Her nerves are still raw, and chaos is still descending down, but Emily can’t bring herself to do more than be close. Offer proximity where she knows someone is supposed to hold his hand and encourage him. Keep him here. The need to touch him isn’t something she even recognizes, so she touches his arm, pinching the fabric of his shirt in her hand. “Next time, listen to me.”

Hotch’s lips are pale, bloodless. He mouths her name, eyes trying to close as he takes longer, slower blinks. 

“Hotch,” Emily pokes his arm. “Hey, stay awake.” 

Hotch rocks his head away from her, watching an EMT roll his sleeve up and try to get an IV in him. “I dropped my gun,” he whispers, eyes closing. “Dropped it… I don't know… I don't know where it is.” His veins are too deep, and he’s lost too much blood but Hotch doesn't feel the needle. It withdrawals, hovers, and sinks back in. “The…” Hotch turns his head back, blinking up at the sky. “The… gun. Can’t leave weapons at the scene, have to… have to find my gun.”

“It’s okay,” Emily says, but she doesn’t see his gun. Someone will get it, it’s not important. All Emily sees is the red streak of blood across the van, the spray of his artery as the bullet ripped through it. Her throat feels suddenly tight, a swollen hole in her throat sitting snug and tight. “It’s fine, Hotch. It’s okay.” 

Things start moving, IV is sunk and hanging, and the stretcher is lowered down. Emily grabs Hotch, fearful instinct as men she doesn’t recognize start grabbing at Hotch. She doesn’t like the oxygen mask, the thick layer of plastic separating him even further. Emily stays right where she is, not willing to be moved by a man much bigger than her trying to step up to Hotch’s side. She doesn’t want to but she’s going to lift Hotch on the stretcher with them. She’s not just going to leave him with them. They don’t know these people. 

Emily knows she’s not doing most of the lifting, Hotch feels too light – physically. Emotionally, she can’t bare the weight. 

He grabs her hand. 

Emily isn’t expecting it. They run the stretch, on quicker, stronger legs than Emily has right now. She loses them for a moment, caught in the mass of people watching in shock and horror at the scene before them. Derek tries to stop her, talking to her but she can’t hear him talking, she’s just thinking about the stretcher. How much further Hotch is being dragged away. 

By the time she finds the stretcher again, they’ve paused, hitting levers to raise the stretcher up into the ambulance. Hotch grabs her hand, his cold fingers tight around her wrist. She waits until his grip is loose – monitors screeching and an anxious EMT squeezing breaths – to pull her hand back away.