#ComfortFic

[wandering-winchesters]

Unspoken Feelings

Summary: What started as simple, comforting snuggles between friends gradually deepens into something more

It started as something simple, something innocent. Just a couple of friends seeking comfort in each other after a particularly rough hunt. You and Dean had always been close—there was an unspoken bond between you, forged through countless battles, late-night heart-to-hearts, and a mutual understanding of the life you both led.

The first time it happened, you didn’t think much of it. You were both sitting on the couch in the bunker’s library, exhausted and battered from the latest hunt. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind the aches and bruises, both physical and emotional. You’d been talking about nothing in particular, just letting the words fill the space, when you suddenly found yourself leaning against Dean, your head resting on his shoulder.

To your surprise, Dean didn’t pull away. Instead, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you a little closer, his hand resting comfortably on your arm. It was a simple, platonic gesture, one that felt natural, even necessary in that moment. The comfort of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing, it all made you feel safe, grounded.

“Rough night,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

Dean chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You can say that again.”

You didn’t say anything else, and neither did he. The silence between you was comfortable, familiar. You stayed like that for a while, just leaning on each other, taking solace in the fact that, for the moment, you were both okay. It was just a quiet, comforting moment shared between two friends who had seen more than their fair share of darkness.

After that night, it became a sort of unspoken tradition. Whenever the world felt too heavy, whenever the hunts took too much out of you, you’d find yourself sitting next to Dean, letting your head rest on his shoulder, his arm draped casually around you. Sometimes you’d talk, sometimes you’d just sit in silence, but the snuggles became a constant—a small, quiet escape from the chaos of your lives.

Over time, those moments became more frequent. It wasn’t just after hunts anymore. Sometimes, you’d be watching a movie, and you’d find yourself leaning into him, or you’d be sitting at the kitchen table, and he’d rest his hand on your back, just a simple touch that made you feel connected, understood.

You didn’t think much of it at first. It was just Dean—Dean who always had your back, who always knew what you needed, even before you did. But as the weeks went by, you started to notice the little things. The way your heart would skip a beat when his hand brushed against yours, the way your breath would hitch when he pulled you closer during one of your late-night snuggles, the way you found yourself craving his touch more and more.

It was confusing, this shift in your feelings, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on it. After all, it was just Dean. Your friend, your hunting partner, the one person you could always count on. And yet, something had changed. The snuggles that had once been purely platonic were beginning to feel like something more, something deeper.

You started to notice that Dean was different too. He held you a little tighter, his hand lingering on your arm or your back a little longer than before. His touches were softer, more deliberate, like he was savoring the contact. There were moments when you’d catch him looking at you, his green eyes filled with something that made your heart race, but he’d always look away before you could figure out what it was.

One night, after a particularly stressful day, you found yourself in Dean’s room. You hadn’t planned on going there, but when you passed by his door and saw the light on, your feet had carried you inside before you could think twice about it.

Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed, his shoulders slumped, clearly exhausted. He looked up when you walked in, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can’t sleep either, huh?”

You shook your head, feeling a wave of warmth and affection for him wash over you. “No. Mind won’t shut off.”

Dean patted the space beside him, and you didn’t hesitate to sit down next to him, the familiar comfort of his presence already easing some of the tension in your chest.

Without a word, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, and you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek. The quiet settled over you both, and for a while, you just sat there, letting the silence do the talking.

But tonight, something felt different. The way Dean’s hand was resting on your back, the way his thumb was gently tracing patterns on your skin—it felt more intimate, more intentional than it had before. Your heart started to race, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling it too, if he’d noticed the shift between you.

“Dean,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice just as soft, almost hesitant.

You hesitated, unsure of how to put what you were feeling into words. “Do you ever… do you ever think about us? About what this is?”

Dean was quiet for a moment, and you could feel his breath hitch slightly, like he was trying to figure out how to respond. Finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost vulnerable. “Yeah, I do. More than I probably should.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His expression was serious, his green eyes searching yours like he was looking for something, anything, to tell him what you were thinking.

“What if…” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “What if this is something more? What if it’s not just… comfort?”

Dean’s gaze softened, and he reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “I think… I think maybe it’s always been something more,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “I just didn’t want to mess things up by saying it out loud.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through you at his words. All the little moments, the touches, the way he held you close—it all made sense now.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Dean’s thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his touch so tender it made your heart ache. “We figure it out,” he said softly. “Together. One step at a time. If… if that’s what you want.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. “It is, Dean. It really is.”

A slow, relieved smile spread across his face, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m all in, Y/N. I want this, with you.”

And with that, the distance between you disappeared. Dean’s lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss that was filled with all the emotions you’d both been holding back for so long. It was soft, tentative, but it spoke of promises and possibilities, of something real and deep and lasting.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless, your foreheads still resting together, the world outside fading away.

“So, I guess our snuggles aren’t so platonic anymore,” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Dean chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your lips. “No, I guess not. But I’m okay with that.”

“Me too,” you whispered, your heart full as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close once more.

And as you settled back into his embrace, the line between friendship and something more blurred completely, leaving behind only the warmth of his arms around you, the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek, and the certainty that whatever came next, you’d face it together.

Taglist: @roseblue373 @jc-winchester @hobby27 @mishreem

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

22-05-2024

Pairing : teen! best friend! SukunaX Reader

Genre : fluff, non cursed au!, comfort

Summary : You broke up with your douchebag of a boyfriend (finally?), of course Sukuna is there to comfort you.

Wordcount: 1.7k

Not proofread sorry-

I broke up with him

With a confused look, Sukuna glances at the message that pops up on his phone. He's currently out with some friends, hanging like he often does. 

Y/N, his best friend, would usually come along too, though since her relationship she'd been coming along significantly less. 

He's met the dude before, twice. Once when he picked her up from one of their dates in midnight, and once at a restaurant because Y/N begged him to. He's openly disliked him both times.

With a huff, he replies. 

Good, he's a fucking waste of space

It doesn't take long before Y/N starts typing again. 

You don't get it

I didn't want to

I did it because there's no space for me in the relationship

I still love him

Give me a second

I'm on my way to you

Y/N starts typing again, probably to tell her best friend that she wants to be alone, but he won't let her. Greeting their shared group of friends, he announces that he's leaving before getting into his car. 

Thankfully, the way over is short. And coincidentally, Y/N and Sukuna are neighbors who live across from one another. 

It doesn't take long before he's stood on her doorstep, nor for her younger brother to let him in, informing him that she's crying in her room. 

Sighing, he knocks, before opening the door. 

" Hey. " He says with a bit of a scowl on his face. 

Everyone knows that Sukuna hates when Y/N cries. 

Y/N sniffs, trying to form a reply, though as she starts trying to break her sobbing, he's quick to make his way over to her and wrap her in his arms. 

As expected, she completely breaks down, sobbing into his shirt. He doesn't really care about the odd feeling. 

They stay like that for a bit, until she breaks apart to wipe her nose. 

" I don't get it. I know he's an asshole. But you're the one who broke up? " He asks. 

She nods, now slightly calmer than before. 

" Y-Yeah. T-there's no space for me. -" She starts explaining between the sobs which wreck her body. 

" I-I tried to fix our issue- I r-really did. But no m-matter what I did or said- it wasn't enough. " She cries again. 

Sukuna huffs at her words. " He's a douche, love. How long have you two been together? " 

" N-nearly 7 months. " 

" And didn't you pay for like 5 months for whatever activity you two did or the travel expenses? Dude lives 2 hours away by train after all. "

" Y-yes, b-but-"

" Hell nah. Y/N, he's a loser. He didn't even hold the door for you to get into the car. Besides, remember the restaurant incident when you had me meet him again? " He points out. 

With another sob, she quietly nods. 

Sukuna, Y/N, her, now ex, Nick and their friends Yuji (Sukuna's twin), Megumi, Kugisaki, Satoru and Suguru had been seated in one of Y/N's favorite restaurants, a japanese curry house when it happened. Nick had always been over confident and arrogant. He could admittedly hold a good amount of spice, but not enough to challenge the chef, which he did. Not only was he suffering through the entire dinner, but he also threw it all up in the metro station garbage bin later. 

All of their friends had actively disliked him since then. Suguru and Sukuna especially. Suguru was a bit older than Sukuna and Y/N by 3 years. Due to stuff that happened between Y/N and Suguru, he had caught feelings, though never the confidence to ask her out. 

Although Sukuna did not get along with Suguru's pain in the ass best friend Satoru, he does support Suguru in a relationship with Y/N.

But sadly she met Nick before Suguru had found the confidence to ask her out properly. That doesn't mean he lost feelings though. 

Ever since that incident, the entire friend group had been hoping that she'd dump Nick. 

​​​​​​" Y-You don't get it. I-I love him. Yet a-all he said when I told h-him we're through is O-Okay. H-he didn't even care. D-Didn't go in a way l-like 'why, we can fix this.'" She sobs, pulling her knees to herself.

With another sigh, he pulls her into his embrace easily. He knew she loves him. He knew she didn't want to break up with him.

" That's because he's a douche. But just cry it out, you'll eventually find someone so much better. Someone who actually cares about you. I'm curious now though- why now? "​​​​​​

" H-he's got exam weeks. A-and because of that, he kept saying that everything I told him which was bothering me- there was like no time to talk about that. And this has s-started since 3 weeks ago. " She sniffs. 

She's finally started to calm a bit down, tightly holding onto Sukuna's shirt as she sniffs and cries. 

He hums quietly. " I see... I think it's better this way. If he can't even give you proper attention or communication during exam weeks, then how would you ever be able to build on him when actual life hits? " He wonders out loud, adjusting himself so he's leaning against the headboard. 

She hums with another sob. 

Sukuna's never been good with relationships. He never really held one for long enough to understand what it feels like for her right now,  though he does understand that she loved him ( a horrible decision in his opinion) and that it therefore hurts a lot. 

From his point of view, Nick does not give a fuck about her well being at this point. He might not be the one to break up, but letting go of a 6 month relationship with a simple 'okay' does imply just how serious you are about someone. 

Sukuna and Y/N have had a bunch of fights too, some particularly nasty ones too, but not once have either of them let go of one another completely. The longest they've gone without talking with one another was probably 3 days. 

Y/N's phone rings, but Sukuna is quicker to pick up her phone than she is. 

Knowing she wants to pick up, he sighs and hands it to her. 

" Put it on speaker. "

With a nod, she does as she says. She asks for Nick's address so she can dump his stuff tomorrow and although Nick keeps talking, she hangs up. 

Feeling proud of her, Sukuna pats her on the head. He didn't exactly expect her to do so. 

However, he calls again, and this time she picks up again. 

" What? " She huffs. 

" I wasn't done talking. "

" Right, well talk. " She allows him.

Sukuna kinda wants to whack her in the head for that. 

However, its followed by Nick basically pointing all their relationship errors to her and adding the question 'if she knows what she's just done'. 

Satisfying Sukuna once again, she defends herself, before hanging up once more. 

" He's got loose strings. I swear. " Sukuna points out. 

She hums. 

" Didn't you dream about it? " He asks, as the two cuddle up. 

" Yeah. It went exactly like in my dream too. Which is ironic because after I dreamed that I had messaged him in complete panic, telling him that I didn't want to break up. And now I did, exactly like in the dream. " She answers quietly. 

He hugs her a little tighter. 

" I swear, your dreams are creepy sometimes. " 

It wasn't the first time she's dreamed something and it happened. 

She hums. 

For a bit the silence settles, and he doesn't miss how her eyes constantly shift to her phone. 

" Let's swap phones for a week or two again. " He decides, taking out his phone. 

" B-but-"

" No buts, we've done it before. Though this time, don't log into your accounts. " He tells her, taking her phone and tucking it in a spot away from her. 

He hands her his phone. She knows all the passwords. He doesn't like her wacky Android which needs a battery replacement, but he doesn't mind swapping his iphone so she won't be making stupid decisions like going back to him. 

With a puff, she takes his phone, putting it down where her phone previously was. 

" You'll be okay, love. Don't worry. I've got you. "

" I love you. " She mumbles. 

Completely exhausted and heartbroken, she doesn't take long before she falls asleep. 

Once she's finally quiet, he finally responds. 

" I love you too. "

He presses a kiss to her head before turning her phone completely off and falling asleep with her. 

[ A/N: Am I back? Idk. Either way, I just broke up with my boyfriend, so most of this is based on real experience. Except I do not have Jujutsu Kaisen best friends. ( Also, the Japanese restaurant story did happen. We were on a date and he pulled that. It was just the two of us though. The dream happened too. Much much more happened. ) 

Either way, would anyone like a part 2? Don't you wonder what's up with Suguru and you? Or do you maybe wanna go down memory lane and see what happened between Nick, you and Sukuna? Or maybe you'd like to know what Sukuna did now that he's got your phone with the entire conversation you and Nick had. All an option. : ) ]

[msked-svicide]

Everything's fine. Masky comfort fic 🎭

Comfort fan fiction 🧸

Fluff, No warnings unless you're uncomfortable with suicidal reader mentions. No smuts no gore, nopes.

Canon Masky, all platonic. tried mah best to imagine how he'd react,, (he's gonna be sorta quiet like how he was in marble hornets.)

Anyways HAVE A GREAT READING TIME !!!!

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It was night. You were crying in your room,, he had broken into your house/apartment, it was dark in your room which made it easier for him to hide while still keeping an eye on you. Suddenly he steps out of the dark, slowly approaching to not startle you or anything. You took a few seconds to finally look up rather than brushing off the feeling of being watched. You rubbed your teary eyes, then saw him. Your eyes widened slightly, moving a bit away, he gestured calmly he was not gonna hurt u or anything, you decided to trust it, honestly not even caring if he was gonna actually kill you anymore. He was a bit concerned how quickly you calmed down, but he shrugged it off. He grabbed a chair and sat down infront of you, tilting his head slightly sideways quizzically. You were a bit confused, wondering if he was curious about what you were crying about, or something else. ''What's up.'' he spoke, his voice calm, slightly raspy. You stared at him for a bit, confused, but then spoke up again. Explaining to him about your sadness. He looked at you, nodding every once in a while to let you know he was listening.

After a slight bit of you explaining, he sighed, feeling bad for you. He got closer, patting your back. He wasn't the most affectionate of people, nor talkative, but he could try. He signalled for you to continue, occasionally petting your head. You started crying again. Until you were done. He then got up, moving the chair away, and motioned his arms open, gesturing with his hands to hug him, while tilting his head, as in to question, 'do you need a hug'. You nodded and got up, hugging him as you rested your head on his chest, he hugged back, slightly swaying sideways while petting your back affectionately, like a 'dad hug' i guess.

''..It's okay.'' he says, trying to sound sweeter in his tone. You appreciated his effort. He cleared his throat, deciding to speak more. ''Your feelings are all, valid, okay? And.. I'm sorry you're going through that, sunshine. You don't deserve it, really..'' he says. You're a bit surprised at how much words he managed to get out, ''Do you.. mean that?'' you ask. He sighs, not in an annoyed way, but more in a .. 'Sighh this silly goose' type way. ''Of course i mean it, dumb.'' he says, trying to not be too harsh with his words, still hugging you affectionately. You smiled. ''…Thank you.. I appreciate that!'' you reply. He smiles lovingly under his mask. Giving you a few pats on your back. ''No worries.'' he replies, kindly, though his voice still being that same raspy one.

After a bit you two stop hugging. ''…You gonna be okay by yourself tonight?'' he asks, in a caring tone. You think for a bit. ''I think so..'' you say, not really believing your own words. He could hear you were unsure, and sighed. ''Would you rather, me stayin' here for the night? Or you want me t'leave?.'' he asks, crossing his arms. ''..Stay.'' you decide, before speaking up again. ''please? if it's.. not gonna bother you..''. He scoffs a bit under his mask. ''If it'd bother me,'' he says, reaching at your head to pat it. ''I wouldn't have offered it, huh?'' he says, in a friendly-fun manner. You nod, giggling a bit. He inhales deeply, taking his hand from your head. ''Alright then, staying it is, starshine.'' he says, smiling under his mask.

[hoebaring]

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[melodramaticcoffeeaddict]

Chapters: 44/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Nefertari Vivi & Roronoa Zoro, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates & Roronoa Zoro, Kuina & Roronoa Zoro Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Nefertari Vivi, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Vinsmoke Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Brook (One Piece), Strawhat Pirates, Kuina (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law, Heart Pirates Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Found Family, chosen family, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Canon-Typical Violence, Nakamaship, Friendship/Love, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rape, depicted ONLY in opening scene, Slavery, Human Trafficking, Roronoa Zoro Needs a Hug, Protective Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates, Roronoa Zoro hurts so pretty, Crew as Family, Zoro is from Alabasta, kind of, Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings, Touch Aversion, Touch-Starved, No beta we die like ace, on fire but smiling, Platonic Cuddling, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:

"Don't be stupid." Zoro rolled his eyes, setting his katana down. "I'd never leave you." "But, I want you to." Vivi sat down beside him, blue eyes shining with tears. "You want so much more than this. I know you do. I saw it in your eyes when we were on Merry. You were meant to be an adventurer, Zoro. You were meant to be free." 

or

After a twisted turn of events, Zoro starts out as Vivi's swordsman and ends up as Luffy's.

[dianneking]

Nightmares (Larissa x Reader comfortfic)

What??? A comfort fluffy fic from the Angst Fairy themselves? Well, what can I say. I like to try things out. Also I love a challenge. Also, it felt right to write this fic today and so I did (who am I to argue with the Muses?). All of that aside, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Nightmares, Established Relationship, Second-Person POV, Teacher!Reader, Ungendered Reader, Lots of Cuddling. Wordcount: 1.719 words. AO3 link in title below!

This fic is dedicated to all the people who have offered me comfort. There's many out there, and you all know who you are and are all precious to me, but in particular I want to mention Cat and Cal @tenderheartgrumpymind, @scream-queenlover, @bigolgay, and @heidsworld. I am grateful for all of you.

Nightmares (Larissa/Reader)

You looked at her silhouette in the darkness. She was by your side, the faint light from the stars filtering through the window just to glide on her chiseled cheekbones, kissing her forehead, for once relaxed in the deep embrace of sleep, where no worries could reach her and no decisions had to be taken.  Her breath came out in slow, rhythmic puffs, so soft that you could only hear them thanks to the total tranquility of the night around you. Usually that would be enough. You’d wake up in the night, and just fall asleep after a little while, allowing yourself in the meantime to bask in her beauty, in how lucky you were to see this side of Larissa Weems. The side that had shed her armor, the signs of her power. The side with her hair rolled up and held in place by a silken scarf. It had taken so long to get to this point. For your relationship to progress far enough for her to trust you with the whole of herself.

She had been cautious at the start. You could see she was holding back, giving you her whole attention but not her whole heart. You could understand why. The both of you were not at your first relationship, you both had been hurt, you both had been burned. You knew that sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement of something new, of a new special connection with someone, just to discover that that that person was not at all how you had imagined them to be, or maybe they were, but still for all the affection held for one another, you simply weren’t compatible.

And so people came and go, and you both had found yourself older, and less trusting towards potential partners. Always expecting something to go wrong, because it had always done so. You could see the same reticence in Larissa and – maybe paradoxically – you had been reassured by that.

And as time had proven, it had not been a flash in the pan. While the physical attraction was there and undeniable (how could it not? It was Larissa Weems you were talking about! The closest thing to a goddess that the earth was blessed with!), it was not and had never been just sex between you two, there had always been hope to see it become something else, something more – and the determination to try your best to make it so.

Date after date, evening in front of the fire after evening in front of the fire, you had slowly grown to know Larissa. She had opened up to you as you had to her – the good, the bad, the ugly. She had slowly let the “perfect principal” mask fall, and had shown you her flaws, she had candidly told you how she was aware of many of them, how she still was working on them, trying to get better at them.

“I had given up, you know?” she had confided in you once, as you were sipping wine staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace “I thought, well, I thought I was too old. What’s the point of trying to change after 40? I am already too set in my ways. Ha. Ironic, isn’t it? A shapeshifter who can’t change.” She had snorted at that. A loud, inelegant sound that was perfect precisely because it wasn’t perfect. It was real. “But then I saw you. You came to Nevermore and you took each day as a personal challenge. You brought so much good to the academy, to the students, to the staff itself! You fixed things that I hadn’t even realized were broken. And suddenly, I felt like I wanted to change as well. I still do. I want to be better. If Nevermore, that has been stagnant for centuries can be changed for the better, why can’t I?”

The question had hung in the air, and you had understood the unsaid things hidden between the lines. Somehow, in your self-appointed crusade to make the academy a better place, you had given her hope. Hope for herself. Hope she hadn’t allowed herself to have.

That night was the night you had realized how in love you were with Larissa Weems.

Maybe, it was the night she fell in love with you, too.

Even if you were both living on campus, it had taken two full years before you had decided to move in together. Well, it was more of you going to live in Larissa’s large, luxurious principal quarters. That had come well after you two had officially announced your relationship status, first to the board, then to the staff, and finally to both students and parents.

That had been petrifying. You had been afraid and so had Larissa, even if she showed it less than you, used as she was to have her mask always firmly in place. If it came down between choosing between your relationship and Nevermore, you both knew what her first choice would be. You had explicitly talked about it. You had pulled numbers. You had checked the rulebook. You had prepared as much as possible, hoping that it wouldn’t have to come to giving up your work to stay with her.

You would have done it.

You both knew it, as much as you knew that Larissa would never give up hers.

But luck had been on your side. You had only been showered with positivity and kindness and heartfelt well-wishes. There had been no difficulties, not mutterings, nothing. The only awkward moment had been when the Addams family had expressed their felicitations by sending about a dozen severed heads “To bring horrid prosperity to the new couple”. But even that had made a wry smile come to Larissa’s face, and she had just shaken her head and had the severed ones brought to the biology lab (“Well they’re here already, might as well use them for science”).

It felt like yesterday and yet it had been seven years ago. Your tenth-year anniversary was drawing closer and closer. By now you knew each other like the back of your hand. You knew what made each other tick, you knew what brought comfort. You enjoyed simply spending time together, each immersed in their own activity, and yet able to lift your eyes and bask in each other’s company.

Which brought you to your current predicament.

She knew you suffered from nightmares, and she had told you over and over again to wake her up if you ever needed comfort after one of them. You knew that. And you knew you wouldn’t mind if the positions were reversed. Sleep be damned, if Larissa needed you, you’d stay awake for days on end.

You stretched your hand over, letting it hover in the air above her shoulder. Was this okay? Were you really allowed to? No matter how many years passed, it felt like you were back to being Larissa’s employee, waiting outside of her study, hand just about to knock on her door, wondering if you weren’t just about to waste her precious time.

You could picture her, shaking her head at you, “Don’t be silly, darling! You never disturb me.” And smile at you that precious smile, the smile she reserved for you and you alone, the smile that made her eyes light up and dance. Even just imagining – remembering – that smile gave you strength. You brought you hand down softly on her shoulder, a gentle caress, a tender touch.

“Love?” You tried to keep the pleading out of your voice. She was immediately awake, used to being on call for any emergency in the school.

“What’s it, darling? Everything alright?” Her British accent was even thicker when her voice was still wrapped in sleep. It was adorable.

“Nightmare. Could…Could you hold me?” You hated how little your voice sounded. How it had broken halfway through. You hadn’t even realized how close to tears you had been before you had woken her up, but you could feel them filling your eyes now, making her lovely silhouette wobbly in the darkness.

“Oh darling, of course. Come here.” She turned towards you, opening her arms. You lost no time diving into them, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, the soft fabric of the scarf pleasant against your forehead. “Oh darling, that bad?” You nodded against her neck. You had put up a brave face, not even realizing yourself how much the images and the sensations from your dream had shaken you.

She hummed and you could feel the vibrations against your own body. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head. It was going away anyways, the dark, cold tendrils of it being chased away by the warmth of the embrace Larissa was wrapping you in.

“Very well. Then you can just relax. I am here. I have you. You are safe.” You could feel your legs entwining together, skin against skin. She had always been so warm. You nuzzled her neck further, breathing in her scent. Patchouli and black pepper and something else, something comforting and relaxing, something utterly and completely Larissa. You felt her wrap her hands around your back, pulling you tight against her soft body. You felt her lips press a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You were enveloped in a cocoon of comfort, with the world so far away, with all its burden of sadness and hatred and worries. There was nothing of that that could reach you here, in the safe nest of your lover’s arms.

One of her hands started moving up and down your back, rubbing it lightly, soothingly, hypnotically. You focused all of your attention on that, on that single, simple movement. You didn’t know how long you were there, soaking up her affection, her care, her love. Slowly, you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, your breathing slowing down, until finally you fell asleep in Larissa’s arms.

You couldn’t see the small, tender smile that graced her face when she looked down at your sleeping form, nor the second, even more loving kiss she pressed on your hair.

“Sleep well, love.” She whispered in the darkness of night.

And you did.  

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[blackreaderfics]

My Little Mermaid | Clark Kent x Black!Reader

↳ Pairing : MoS!Clark Kent x Black!AFAB!Reader

↳ Rating :  M (18+)

↳ Summary : a lone fisherman rescues a girl from the water

↳ W.C : ~1.6K

↳ Tags + Warnings: little mermaid motifs, comfortfic, reader is mute, slight dumbification, caretaker!clark, clark bathes her, slight implied age gap (reader is younger but over 18!!), size difference, non-sexual sexual touches, dubious consent, eye contact, ambiguous relationship, no smut

Clark wiped the mist of ocean water from his face as he surveyed the horizon. The sky was dull and gray; the same as it had been for the past three days. He had already gotten his catch for the week; choppy waters before a storm always stirred the life below right into his net. He decided to turn in for the day after his last reel-in.

Boats above a certain size usually required a crew to operate efficiently, but Clark preferred to work by himself. If any of his previous crewmates could see him hefting burdens meant for ten men with ease, they’d probably be afraid of him. He'd never forget the look on his classmate’s face when he’d been seen using his powers. His bully, ironically enough, had been the only one to witness his pushing their sinking bus from out of the river. The mocking and derision he’d gotten so used to seeing was replaced with terror, and Clark realized he’d been the sole cause of that fear.

The incident brought unwanted attention to the Kents and reporters at their front door. Since then, his parents had quietly taken him out of school where he would earn his diploma from home. He was used to being alone now. 

Clark secured the net to the metal rig and lowered it into the water. Tiny droplets of rain dripped from his hood one by one until a steady drizzle began to fall. He tugged at his hood, though it didn't help him much now that he'd already been dampened from the humidity in the air and the sweat on his back. He circled back around the boat, checking for any stray buoys or untied ropes while he waited for the signal to bring his haul back up. 

A heavy clang at the side of the boat called his attention. He hadn’t brought the rig down very deep and he was far from the coast. Did he misalign something when he was setting up? He mentally went over his loading checklist from that morning, but couldn’t come up with anything out of the norm—Clark was a man of routine, and he rarely strayed from it. He frowned up at the clouds, now rolling in, and back down at the roiling waters. It was too early to bring the net back up but even he knew not to tempt fate. 

Clark went back to the helm of the boat and raised a lever to signal the rig’s movement upward. As the steel arm rose, however, it made a creaking noise he’d heard only once before back when he bought the old fisher boat. The guy who had sold it to him ensured he would take care of it, but maybe Clark had been naïve to trust his words.

He set the lever back to its place and stalked out of the cockpit. So much for not using any strength, he thought wryly. He wrapped the rope connected to a pulley once around his hand. A strong pull shot the net through the surface of the water; It hung a few feet above where he stood, filled with silvery bass and something else he couldn’t quite make out in the rain.

“What the—“ That something else looked very… human. Alarmed, he secured the rope he was holding onto the deck and manually worked on the metal arm that held the netted bundle. The faulty rig was already broken, and he had no problem bending the steel back to fold it closer to the main deck. The net ripped apart with a yank of his fingers and he swiftly pulled the human body from the catch.

It was…a girl. It was you. Alive, somehow, but completely bare. He shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it carefully around your body. Though your eyes were still closed, you had instinctively curled into his arms. He held you, carefully, as though you would break at any moment, and made his way to the shelter of the captain’s pit. The nearest hospital wasn’t too far from the shore. As long as you were still breathing, they’d be able to help you.

Clark laid you down on a cushioned ledge next to the control panels of the cockpit. He started the journey back to shore, but from the corner of his eye, he could see that you had awakened. When he turned to face you, however, your eyes had already squinted shut. 

“You’re awake.” He left the helm to come closer, kneeling by your side to take a closer look at you. He hadn’t taken a proper look at your face yet. He wasn’t a doctor but he knew a bit of first aid; he could check for any head injuries and vital signs that way. When he noticed your body tense up, he thought better of touching you and brought his hand back down. 

“Miss?” He tried again and you peeked out from underneath his jacket. Large doe-like brown eyes stared at him unblinkingly. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He promised, but Clark was beginning to wonder if you could even understand him at all. 

“I want to move your hair.” He spoke slowly, miming the actions with his hands at his own wetted curls. You looked at him as if understanding and slowly sat up. Clark froze as the jacket he’d draped over you shifted to reveal the brown peaks of your nipples. He quickly averted his eyes, only returning them back to yours when you moved suddenly in his periphery. 

You were.. touching him? Or more accurately, touching his hair, copying his movements from earlier. 

“N-no, not my hair.” Clark didn’t know why he was suddenly flustered but he moved now, with purpose, to cover you back up. You sat up, following his eyes as he brushed your long locs back and away from your face. You decided you liked his eyes very much.

Clark sat back on his heels and studied you. Your face looked unmarred, ethereal even, brown skin shimmering faintly as if you generated your own sunlight. You touched him again, this time at an area under his bearded jaw. When your fingers lightly grazed the knob at his neck, he swallowed involuntarily. 

At that moment he saw it. It was imperceptible at first; hard to catch if you weren’t looking hard enough. On the sides of your neck, three thin slashes pulsated like heartbeats, like…gills? He had to get you back into the water. 

Clark sat on the closed lid of the toilet, deep in thought at the strange situation before him. He had pulled you out from the middle of the ocean and you were now sitting in his bathtub, resting your chin on the lip of the tub as he brooded. 

After seeing your gills (at least that was what they looked like) there was no way he could take you to the hospital. And throwing you back into the water just to get caught by another fisherman didn’t seem like the best idea either. 

Finally, as if making up his mind, he rolled up his sleeves and kneeled beside you with a washcloth. Pulling your arm gently towards him, he began to rub small circles of lather into your skin. 

He was always so serious when he looked at you but now he refused to meet your eyes, as if avoiding the glare of the sun. Had you done something wrong? He told you he wouldn’t hurt you. You didn’t understand the exact words, but you understood it from his eyes and you believed him. 

He took your other arm and your eyes followed his movements, but he hesitated for a moment at your chest. After a beat, Clark placed the washcloth in your hands and covered it with his own, guiding your clothed hand across your breasts.

You looked down in awe. His hands looked a lot different than yours; a lot bigger. And behind his hand, yours had completely disappeared. A soft nudge at your shoulder prompted you to turn around, breaking you out of your thoughts of the man in front of you.

Your back was to him now, and you could feel the warmth of his body heat, but you couldn’t see his eyes anymore. It made you uneasy when you couldn’t see them. You turned to face him again and he sat back, startled at your sudden movement. This time, Clark had given up on avoiding looking directly at you, searching your eyes for a hint of what you wanted. 

Before he could retract his hand from you, you clasped another hand over his willing it to stay. He obliged and continued, across your stomach, around your thighs, and down to your feet. After some time cleaning you, Clark wrung out the cloth and stood, pulling you to stand with him. You wondered why he seemed to ignore the area between your legs. You reached for the cloth but he took a step back. 

“N-no! That’s not—,” He looked away again, the tips of his ears tinged in pink. Clark looked around his bathroom for any kind of method of escape but found none. You weren't completely clean yet, but he knew he wouldn't get anywhere trying to explain to you why. He resigned himself to his fate and moved to find a basin.

You gazed up from under him. He was much bigger than you were. Just like with his hands, you noted his body could wholly cover yours; perhaps he could make you disappear under him just the same.

Not too long after, he presented you with a basin of fresh water and cupped his hand under yours. You let the water pool and leak through the gaps in your fingers. After a few tries you were able to hold a good amount of water in the crater of your palm. 

He demonstrated with you first, bringing your joined hands in between your thighs. Up from underneath your hand he helped you gently press apart your folds. He guided your fingers each time you’d collected your water, bringing it to your mound again and languidly rubbing until you felt his hand drift away. 

Clark watched you copy the movements he’d had taught you earlier. He could tell you were searching his eyes for confirmation, so he made sure to nod in assurance each time you looked at him.

When you stepped out of the bath he draped a warm towel around your shoulders, making sure to avoid the slits at your neck. He was staring intently at you now. The look in his eyes told you that he would keep you safe, and you believed him.

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[nellyofthevalley]

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that said, I tend to do astarion/f!tav/durge content. for writing, i like tragedies and angst/pain relationship dynamic shit with a few cuter things here and there. art is usually cuter stuff but mostly bc I'm still learning to draw and I feel like thats easiest lol. nsfw totally fine and encouraged for both mediums

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wedding dress | ao3 link | ast x f!tav | explicit | 7k words astarion makes tav's wedding dress and looks back on their life together

bloodlust | ao3 link | ast x f!durge | explicit | 5.2k words porn without plot but with some feelings; astarion's "you'll tell me the next time you need to be tied up, won't you?" dialogue was the prompt for this

edge of the world | ao3 link | ast x f!tav | 1k words a disgusting little sad/sweet scene

swim | ast x f!tav | 1.3k words very short porn literally no plot whatsoever that i wrote at 1am, trying out 2nd person. body stealing (haarlep) + tadpole sharing + facefucking

in progress

ascendant | ao3 link | ast x f!tav x gale | explicit | 17.2k words the study of ascended astarion's emotions turning into dark desires--obsession, possession. tav/ast and tav/gale as past relationships. a super fucked up love triangle, perhaps

spawn | ao3 link | ast x f!tav + cazador | explicit | 9.9k words explores post-game timeline where cazador captures tav; a straight-up tragedy from beginning to end

truths | ao3 link | ast x f!tav | explicit | 20.2k words my first work, a cringe little comfortfic that I'm considering rewriting entirely. there's no big overarching plot, it's just whatever happens really with loose ideas

[wandering-winchesters]

Under the Stars

Summary: you share a quiet, intimate moment in the woods, where a simple hand-holding leads to a deeper connection under the starry night sky.

Word Count: 607

The evening was quiet, the kind of stillness that settled over the world just before twilight gave way to night. The air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth as you and Dean Winchester walked side by side down a winding path through the woods. The only sounds were the soft crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant call of an owl somewhere deep in the forest.

You had been walking in companionable silence for a while, both lost in thought, when you felt Dean’s gaze on you. You turned your head to meet his eyes, and the intensity in them made your heart skip a beat. There was something unspoken in that look, something that made the moment feel charged with electricity.

“Can I hold your hand?” Dean’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure what your answer would be.

For a second, you didn’t respond, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his tone. This was the same Dean Winchester who had faced down monsters and demons without flinching, yet here he was, asking you something so simple, so human, with a kind of earnestness that made your heart ache.

Without a word, you reached out and took his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. His grip was warm and firm, grounding you in that moment. The world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you standing there, connected by that simple touch.

Dean let out a breath you hadn’t realized he was holding, and you saw a flicker of relief in his eyes, as if he had been afraid you might say no. He squeezed your hand gently, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t a big smile, not the usual cocky grin you were used to seeing, but something softer, more genuine.

As you continued walking, hand in hand, the silence between you felt different—more intimate. Every step you took seemed to sync up, the rhythm of your footsteps matching perfectly, as if you were both moving to the same unspoken beat. The connection between you felt natural, like it had always been there, waiting for the right moment to be acknowledged.

The path eventually led to a clearing, where the trees opened up to reveal a stunning view of the night sky. The stars were out in full force, twinkling like tiny diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas. You both stopped, taking in the beauty of the scene, and you felt Dean’s hand tighten slightly around yours, as if he were anchoring himself in the moment.

“I don’t do this much,” Dean admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “The whole… letting someone in thing. But with you, it feels different. Feels right.”

You turned to look at him, your heart swelling with emotion. “It feels right to me too, Dean.”

He smiled at that, a real smile this time, full of warmth and something that looked an awful lot like hope. You both stood there for a while, just holding hands, staring up at the stars, and enjoying the peacefulness of the night. It was a simple thing, really, but in that simplicity, there was a kind of magic—proof that sometimes, the most powerful connections are forged in the quietest moments.

And as the night deepened, you knew that this was a moment you would both hold onto, a memory that would stay with you no matter where the road took you next. Because in that moment, under the vast expanse of the starry sky, you both found something you hadn’t even realized you were searching for—each other.

[xveilofnightx]

“Hospitality”

Genre: comfortfic, narrative, oneshot

Fandom: Pikmin

Characters: Olimar, Pikmin

Audience: All ages

Words: 930

Date Published: August 18, 2023

Summary: Captain Olimar is on a limited expedition when he falls ill. Never-before-seen Pikmin behaviors help him rest up.

AO3 Link

For Captain Olimar, it was Day 2 on PNF-404 during a short work-related expedition. He awoke as usual in the quarters of the present day S.S. Dolphin. He took a breath, and it hurt.

This was not a life support issue. Olimar had a sore throat that morning. He lifted his head and it felt unusually heavy to him. His nose was full and caused him more difficulty breathing than his chest and throat already had. He forced his arms down into his pod and sat upright with a hearty cough. He exited his ship as he normally would and felt his body suddenly stiffen when the oxygen-filled air made contact with his suit. Chilled to the bone, he felt dreadful joint aches with every step toward the first Onion. He worried for a moment, and then stubbornly continued, not letting his illness prohibit productivity. He retrieved many Pikmin, red, yellow, and blue, and marched forth upon the newly surveyed terrain.

There was nothing abnormal until the captain began to shiver. It stopped him in his tracks. To be out here on a planet that had caused him such great turmoil by once separating him from his family, Olimar started to feel as lonely as he did during his very first time researching PNF-404. Being sick here was new to him. This time, he was not alone, for his second family was right here. The Pikmin looked toward him for direction only to see their leader in discomfort. Olimar released a deep cough and the Pikmin started to worry. No Pikmin had ever known their leader to behave so odd. Olimar suddenly looked in their direction, wondering what they might think. Are Pikmin familiar with illness?

The Red Pikmin tilted their heads, the Yellow Pikmins’ leaves began to droop, and the Blue Pikmin gave an expression resembling a frown. They knew something was wrong, and Olimar could tell.

Do I have time to rest on a timed expedition? If I rest, will it be a waste of resources?

Olimar’s sickness was clearly debilitating and would affect his planned operations, but he could not stand the thought of losing time. The Pikmin had different concerns and felt a strong urge to protect their leader at all costs. They quickly surrounded Olimar from the opposing side and seemed to almost push him back in the direction of the base. His body was hoisted by little Pikmin hands pushing and pulling at his suit. The captain gazed around him at all of his soldiers swaying him back to safety. He almost did not believe what he was witnessing in front of his own eyes. He knew that Pikmin would work together in order to fulfill his interests, but the Pikmin now acted without orders to directly protect their leader.

After reaching the base, the crowd huddled close to Olimar. “Ah…” sighed the captain. He was engulfed in warmth. The Pikmin piled on top of themselves to form a fort to both warm the leader and shield him from harm. “A-choo!” Suddenly, Captain Olimar had sneezed. A few Pikmin flew off of his body, and waddled back over. The captain sniffled loudly. “Thank you, Pikmin.” He said in a low scratchy tone.

Maybe it’s good for me to rest. I can make note of this new behavior I’ve noticed in the Pikmin.

Olimar relaxed his shoulders and lowered his guard, just until he noticed a few missing Pikmin. His heart crumbled with worry. He quickly tensed and almost began to walk away to find them. The Pikmin reinforced their hold on him, and shoved his body towards the ship once more. This time, their mass movement seemed more assertive and intentional, nearly knocking the troubled traveler off his feet.

Why would the Pikmin stop me from moving away? Why are they now controlling me? Is this a protocol for population control?

In the instant that Olimar collected his thoughts, some assorted Pikmin ran from out of sight into the crowd carrying leaves toward the S.S. Dolphin. The ship received the leaves, and more Pikmin kept coming. Held almost completely off the ground by his arms, Captain Olimar had his boots dragged into the dirt beneath him as he was swayed, gently again this time, towards his spaceship. He entered to rest, while his beloved Pikmin returned to their respective Onions. In the grand space of land Olimar was set to explore, the confined warm S.S. Dolphin was an escape. Here in his ship, the captain could hear his ears ringing. His entire skull throbbed. His tingling hands felt the cool leaves surrounding him. The Pikmin assembled a nest for him. It was cold now, but would soon warm him as he rested between them in his pod. Here, too, were rations from Hocotate. Using the ship’s electronic food preparation system, Olimar heated a canned ration in a bowl, a steaming hot serving of PikPik Carrot soup. It was not as good as his wife’s, but it cleared his sinuses enough for him to breathe. The glass bowl made the slightest clang when softly placed beside the control panel. Occasionally sipping at the soup, Captain Olimar wrapped himself up in the makeshift nest of leaves inside his pod. His mind was fogged and his eyes felt heavy. His shivers faded as he fell asleep.

Once fearing the idea of falling ill so far from home, Captain Olimar’s fever-ridden brain was soothed by the warmth and care the Pikmin provided. PNF-404 never ceased to fascinate the galaxy’s greatest freight worker.

Thank you, Pikmin.

[zeonomicon]

Guidelines for Requests

Hello, I write one-shots and headcanons for Transformers. Below, you can find a list of what I will do, but it is not comprehensive - so feel free to ask if you're uncertain (or you're just really itching for a particular scenario).

Will Write

Continuties:

Armada (Unicron Trilogy)

Ask Vector Prime

Beast Wars II

BotBots

Covenant of Primus

IDW comics (2005 and 2019)

Earthrise/Kingdom/Seige (Netflix War for Cybertron Trilogy)

EarthSpark

Generation One/G1

Headmasters

Prime/TFP

Rescue Bots

Robots in Disguise 2001

Robots in Disguise 2015

Super God Masterforce

Victory

Wings

Zone

Genres:

Alternate Universes | Faeformers, Humanformers, Merformers and more, go wild.

Valveplug, Suggestive, etc.

Angst/Dark/Horror

Comfortfic

Reader Insert | Cybertronian, human, unidentified space monster, it's all good with me. Just be sure to let me know what species, gender/pronouns and other details you want the reader to have.

Character x Character | Rarepairs especially welcomed.

Poly/Multiships

Platonic, Familial, Non-ship

Specific Scenarios | Have a really detailed idea, but worried it's too specific? Don't be, I'll hear you out.

Continuations | Want to find out what happens next? Want no more, and drop me a request!

Your Obscure Blorbo Who Has 3 Sentences on TFWiki

Less Likely to Write

Autobots | Sorry, guys. You can request them, but I'm a filthy Decepticon apologist through and through, and those bastards will always be my priority.

[the-one-true-nobody]

Ah, dammit. I want to find a good Netflix Castlevania fanfic to celebrate my anticipation for the upcoming Richter Belmont series, but I just remembered how god damn much of AO3's Netflix Castlevania category is just the same Trevor/Sypha/Alucard polyamory comfort-smut scenario reimagined in the same three ways twelve thousand times. With the occasional very heartwarming Hector/Lenore comfortfic thrown in for good measure.

*takes a deep breath*

Well. That's the kind of drawn-out search for stories you have to deal with when you read fanfiction for something other than kinktags. The trouble is, in my case, I actually feel obliged to not disable Explicit stories in my searches because I would rather wade through a hundred stories I don't care about than miss the one or two Explicit fics that are genuinely good.

Of course more often than not the result is just:

Well, at least I can pre-emptively exclude the MPreg and Omegaverse tags. *shudders*

[earlgreytea68]

Hi! Some time ago, like earlier this year, you talked about how it is sometimes very scary to wait for a continuation of something you’ve been enjoying, be it a show, a book series, new album etc. and that you are scared for a different reasons, like, would it be as good, would I love it, how will the fandom change after that, and about a lot of other different things, that could impact your enjoyment of it. And I don’t know if you know, but you probably have seen by now, Good Omens 2 came out, and the ending of the season… let’s put it that way, if the writers of 3-d potential season would use your golden ratio of angst and fluff system, we still have a chance in the future, but otherwise… fob stuff is saving my sanity right now, it’s really a great timing, to be honest! And I like what laudanumcafe said on this matter, that who could’ve imagined, that reality would be soothing us after watching a new season of our comfort show. So anyway, now I’m going to reread the musical peterick fic of yours, because it was always one of my favourites, and it got mentioned a few times recently. Also, I would bet my actual MONEY, that if they magically decide to write a musical, and someone casually drops the name “Stumped” as a possible title, Pete would immediately run with it and stick with it until the end.

Oh, nooooooo, I'm so sorry, this whole Ask speaks of pain and I know well that feeling and I really feel deeply for you. :-(

I've seen Good Omens S1 but I haven't watched S2 yet and although I adore the book and I adore both David Tennant and Michael Sheen it isn't a fandom love for me BUT also thank you for this warning because I don't want to be sad so I'll probably avoid watching it lol

ANYWAY, I'm glad you have comfortfic to read, that is honestly for-real the reason I write comfortfic, so I'm glad it's there for you.

And I really am so sorry about the S2 thing. As you know from having referenced my previous post, I get how that is just the worst feeling. :/

(I think my post about being nervous is here, but I also wrote one about S3 of Sherlock which...we all know how that turned out lololol.)

(Also here is my post on my Golden Ratio Theory, if you're curious -- and how television series almost always mess it up.)

[hoebaring]

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Hmm.. there isn't a writing 'ritual' as such that I follow. It usually takes a 'eureka!!' moment for me to write quality content. Most of my writing is based on stuff that happens around most my writing is more or less directly proportional to how 'happening' and 'engaging' and 'fruitful' my life is. Without mental stimulation, I have absolutely zero motivation, especially when it comes to intense fics such as Open Books and this in itself makes it both a blessing and a curse:( :)

Author G <3

[melodramaticcoffeeaddict]

Chapters: 43/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Nefertari Vivi & Roronoa Zoro, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates & Roronoa Zoro, Kuina & Roronoa Zoro Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Nefertari Vivi, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Vinsmoke Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Brook (One Piece), Strawhat Pirates, Kuina (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law, Heart Pirates Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Found Family, chosen family, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Canon-Typical Violence, Nakamaship, Friendship/Love, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rape, depicted ONLY in opening scene, Slavery, Human Trafficking, Roronoa Zoro Needs a Hug, Protective Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates, Roronoa Zoro hurts so pretty, Crew as Family, Zoro is from Alabasta, kind of, Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings, Touch Aversion, Touch-Starved, No beta we die like ace, on fire but smiling, Platonic Cuddling, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:

"Don't be stupid." Zoro rolled his eyes, setting his katana down. "I'd never leave you." "But, I want you to." Vivi sat down beside him, blue eyes shining with tears. "You want so much more than this. I know you do. I saw it in your eyes when we were on Merry. You were meant to be an adventurer, Zoro. You were meant to be free." 

or

After a twisted turn of events, Zoro starts out as Vivi's swordsman and ends up as Luffy's.

[iyashikeivixen]

CAN 12.14.3343 IE NH // MON 02.05.2024 CE GD

Did we mention that Maya Fey moved into Innerstasia some time ago? Maya’s here, along with her girlfriend, Ema Skye. They’re from an intemorphic comfortfic AU where (1) they’re both autistic trans blondes, (2) DL-6 never happened, and (3) nothing happened to Mia Fey in “Turnabout Sisters”, assuming “Turnabout Sisters” even *happened* in this version of “Ace Attorney”.

At any rate, Ema and Maya’ve been living part-time in the Qdm of Contemporaria for at *least* a few weeks.