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urno1luv · 14 days ago

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squid game (s1) aespa x reader🫣?? ningning is the only sane member + gets a happy ending tho😭

(as for the asks, don't worry!! i saw them all and i'm working on posting them!!)

tags: saebyeok's murder mentioned (😔), yandere behaviour, drugging, noncon, sadism, suicide mentioned once (reader), audiz are written together

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KARINA and GISELLE, the VIPs

- flew over with giselle from japan just to watch this event, her perversion evident on her sharp features. she's definitely gonna have the time of her life

- her bets were placed on player 101, seeing how he was one of the most brutal players in the games, but giselle advised her to chose number 067 instead, citing her agility and her supposedly "callous" behaviour as a force to be reckoned with. aeri, after all, is one to listen to🙂‍↕️

- however, when both players have died and the only ones left are 456, 218, and you, 457, karina becomes pretty annoyed with giselle's guesses. "yah, uchinaga. we lost a million already, so choose a better player, don't make me lose more."

- luckily for rina, giselle already had her eyes on the cutest thing ever!!! your beautiful doe eyes glistening and filled with fear from player 218's sudden killing of your friend saebyeok. "hmm.... how about you bet on 456 and I bet on 457?" aeri suggests, smirking. "i feel like they might team up against 218, and the other VIPs are betting on him to win. let's divide our chances?" through a lot of coaxing, jimin agrees, her eyes following your every move.

- giselle and karina are pleasantly shocked once you suddenly use that brain of yours and successfully kill player 456 while he's occupied with the other player. with tears in your eyes, your knife enters his throat, giving him a quick death. though you cared about him very much, you couldn't afford to go against him in the next game when you were the finalists. rina tuts once you kill her pick, but it doesn't matter, bc the other VIPs now owe the girls their money since you won!!

- the guards escort you out of the arena, your legs weak with fatigue and guilt. aeri, however, has other plans for you ♡ "unnie, why don't we have some fun before we leave? think of it as a final parting gift!" jimin scoffs, but after thinking about it, why not?

- after being knocked out by gas during the ride in the lift, you wake up rather painfully, two slender but long fingers rammed into your cunt, pounding deep. you can't move your head to see who it is, but you feel woman's chest pressed against your back, her hot tongue on your neck, lips acting like a suction. your fingers twitch weakly, whimpering softly. your brain is too fried to realise that there's another woman sat beside you, smoking a cigarette, her deep voice ringing in your ears. "aeri, you made a good decision. she'll be pretty fun to play with," and she ended with small chuckle, hand snaking around your thigh. seems like you won't rest well tonight...

WINTER, the frontman

- she's by far the most evil, depraved, person out of all. her love for violence stems from an incident that happened when she was younger, in which her father got murdered before her eyes, and that changed her. it seemed as if her prayers were answered, bc he was not a good person to her at all. from then on, she grew up to believe violence was the answer, and violence was needed in order to get what she wanted

- she first saw you while watching players get their id photos taken, and your anxious and hesitant manner got her attention. what is this feeling she's experiencing right now...?

- her eyes gravitate towards you, even in a crowded room. minjeong feels a strange sense of protectiveness over you as you find a bed to sleep on, away from the others. her eyes gloss over with want as she obsessively watches you sleeping, chest rising up and down in your deep slumber. you must've cursed her because she stood in the security room all night, rooted to her spot. she's come to a conclusion, she has to have you.

- during the game where you had to take the marbles away from another player, using no force, you find yourself feeling sorry for the old man you were playing against. i mean, you only joined these games as a final resort, so if you die, it's what you would have wanted anyway. winter, on the other hand, was NOT going to let that happen.

- she orders the guard to not kill you, but after the game finished, bring you to her instead. her heart is pounding quickly, and her breathing has quickened. she would finally get what she wanted. a taste of you, your touch, your beautiful voice and your compassion for others, minjeong was ecstatic that she would have it ALL to herself..

NINGNING, □

- the detective who snuck in when she found out that her sister went missing. she killed a guard and took his clothing so she can investigate the place

- her plans quickly go to waste when she sees you while watching the cameras, your purity shining bright amongst the other players. she finds out that you came here to find the money to pay for your brother's university and for the massive debt you had, and ning makes it her mission to protect you <3

- quickly becomes hooked onto you, cooing as she sees you cowering from the guards whose guns point to your heads as you try to carve the designated shapes in the honeycomb cookies. she totally forgot her original mission, now she's here just for you

- once the night comes, she watches, in pain, as you scream and run from the mob who tries to kill as many players as they could, her fist shaking, fingernails drawing blood from her palm. she wishes she could help, but has to wait for orders from the head

- she decides that it's time for her to leave, but not without you. when the right time comes, she slips you a note, saying that she could help you escape, with the money, if you wanted. the two of you make a quick plan during your trips to the toilet, and you can't help but feel an immense gratitude for ningning. whatever would you do without her?

- once ning murders all the VIPs in cold blood, disgusting etched into her soft features, she quickly secures a suitcase containing millions of won. though it might not be the billions that were promised, it's better than nothing. she throws in some expensive items that the VIPs owned, and knocks twice on the room where the players stayed. successful in your joint mission, you both go through a secret pathway, and hop onto a boat that harboured nearby.

- fast forward to 2 years from now, ningning has won your love as well. after escaping to jeju island, she was surprised to see that you seemed to reciprocate her feelings, your plump lips landing on hers. not only has she secured a generation of money, but she also earned your affections <33

in case anyone wants the pictures, here they are!!!

ning is so baby here.. she cannot look intimidating for the life of her

#urno1luv #aespa x reader #aespa smut #aespa x fem reader #karina x fem reader #karina x reader #winter x reader #winter x fem reader #giselle x fem reader #giselle x reader #ningning x reader #ningning x fem reader #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #girl group x female reader #girl group smut

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daycourtofficial · 1 year ago

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I Know Something You Don’t Know

Summary: Everyone else finds out you and Azriel are expecting a baby before you and Azriel do.

Author’s note: this is something? Isk where it came from, just went with it.

Cassian loved calm mornings. Coming home from training, cleaning up, and enjoying a few hours of calm to himself. He usually just lounges about the house, in various rooms, soaking in the silence, thinking about his day, his family, anything really.

He was sure this was to be one of those mornings, until he hears you bustling down the stairs in a quick pace.

Upon seeing Cassian at the table, calmly eating his array of sausages and bacon, you give him a nod.

The general laughs at his brother’s mate, whose arms are full of supplies to do mother knows what.

“Do you still have a body under all that stuff or are you just a tent with legs now?” He asks, laughing.

“Har har,” you reply, walking briskly through the room, “I told my nephews I’d teach them how to set up a tent and I’m running late. Can you open the door for me?”

Cassian rises, obliging your request. He loved ribbing you, but he also adored you as a person and as Azriel’s mate. You and Feyre were the best people to have as in-laws, a sentiment his brothers likely don’t share about his own mate.

“Well, I hope you all have a great time camping, don’t get eaten by any bears, please.” He says, opening the door for you.

“Ah, we’ll just be in my sister’s backyard camping, but it’ll be loads of fun. See you later, Cass!” You say, walking through the door.

Once the door is shut behind you, Cassian freezes as your scent lingers in the doorway. Your usual scent, of course, with a very soft, delicate undertone of flowers mixed in. So soft, he didn’t notice it while you were here.

Pregnant.

Cassian got the relaxing morning he thought he would. No one else came back to the house for several hours, an opportunity Cassian would usually relish and take delight in. Today his thoughts would only allow him to think of his brother and you and your babe.

His first thought was if Azriel knew, and knowing his brother, if he had any inclination you were pregnant, he wouldn’t have let you leave alone.

When the two of you mated, Azriel was insufferable. He was certain you would die from suffocation due to his hovering. On your first time seeing everyone after the frenzy, Cassian went to hug you and Azriel growled at him. You were incredibly patient and understanding, recognizing that it came from a mixture of his instincts to protect and his fear of anything happening to you.

It got so bad at one point you started bringing a spray bottle and would spray him when he was being too territorial.

Nesta and Feyre had walked into the house to find Cassian sitting at the table, pulling on his hair, a mixture of excitement and concern on his face. It was obvious he’d been sitting there for hours, his long forgotten breakfast gone cold hours ago.

“Cass, are you alright?” Feyre asks, coming to sit next to him.

Feyre’s voice breaks him out of his stupor, “Pregnant,” is all he can muster.

Fwyre looks at Nesta, “no no, not me,” Nesta replies, sniffing the air, “not you either.”

Feyre looks back at Cassian, “are you the pregnant one, Cass?”

“Azriel is.”

Feyre’s smirk drops from her face, “w-what?”

“Well okay not Azriel, but she is. She’s pregnant. They’re having a baby!”

Cassian feels ten pounds lighter being able to share this with someone. He jumps from his chair, standing in front of Feyre and Nesta.

“They’re having a baby, and neither of them know it.”

This day was absolutely rubbish for Azriel. Boring meetings, messy work, and stupid paperwork had him leaving early and staying incredibly late. All he wanted was to come home, eat dinner, and lay in bed with you on top of him.

He walked into the doors of the house, not expecting to find anyone, let alone finding his whole family in the foyer bickering like children.

“Okay but where will the banner go!” Cassian yelled at Mor.

“We already have a banner, we don’t need yours!”

“Yeah but I hand painted mine! I want them to know I was the first to know and that I’m the most excited for them!”

Feyre scoffs at Cassian, “if you’re the most excited, then why have Rhys and I already hired a team of nursemaids and nannies and have been gathering nursery supplies all day?”

Cassian rolls his eyes at his sister in law and high lady, “okay fine, you’ve spent the most money on the child, but I’ll teach them how to fly and all the best swear words.”

Mor starts to rebuttle, “yeah but I’ll be the best aunt, we’ll go shopping and,” she pauses, the first to notice Azriel’s return home, “Az, you’re home.”

All eyes snap to Azriel in the doorway, and he is no closer to figuring out what he’s looking at. Balloons are strewn about, as are streamers, there’s confetti, cakes, and what look like two banners that he can’t see what they say.

“What’s all this? Is it someone’s birthday?” He asks, walking forward and swiping some icing off a cake as Elain tuts at him and swats his hand.

“Uh,” Cassian replies, “it will be someone’s birthday.”

Azriel looks at him, “what does that mean?”

Cassian walks towards his brother, his arms outstretched, clamping down on his shoulders.

Looking him the eye, Cassian says, “do not freak out in that Azriel way you do when big things happen.”

Azriel scoffs, trying to shrug off Cassian’s hands. “I do not ‘freak out’,” his last words in air quotes.

Cassian continues speaking, “yeah says the guy who hid for two weeks when the mating bond snapped for him.”

Azriel opens his mouth to argue, but Cassian continues. “Speaking of, I saw your lovely mate as she left this morning.”

Azriel looks at Cassian, waiting for him to continue. “And after she left I realized there was a… scent.”

Azriel stiffens, his instincts kicking in as he responds, “what kind of scent?”

Cassian immediately shuts down Azriel’s thoughts, “whoa nothing like that, no. She’d never smell like another male, she’s too obsessed with you. No, it was a-a baby. She’s pregnant.”

As Cassian’s words were registering in his brain, Mor slowly lifted the banner so he could see that it said “Congratulations Bat Baby!”

Azriel looks at Cassian, deep-rooted fear of allowing his hopes to rise just to have them taken from him, “you’re sure? Absolutely sure?”

Cassian, unable to gauge Azriel’s reaction, replies with a quick, “yes.” Azriel wastes no time, sweeping Cassian up into a hug, lifting him off the ground. This show of affection was abnormal for Az, especially initiated by him, but Cassian gladly enjoys the moment.

Cassian can feel Azriel laughing into his chest as he sets him down, and everyone in the room is smiling at him, feeling his joy.

Azriel looks at Cassian, “but wait - do all of us know? Except for her?”

Cassian looks a bit sheepish, “well… maybe?”

Walking back towards the house, you walk through the open markets of Velaris, loving the smells of all the flowers and fresh bread. Walking through the vendors, several of them stop you, giving you gifts. You try to decline them, unable to accept their flowers, their chocolates, their breads. But they won’t let you give them back, and they absolutely refuse to allow you to pay for the gifts.

“I can’t just take these without paying!” You tell one vendor you frequent, Lila.

Lila scoffs at you, “it is called a gift! Have you never received one before?”

You roll your eyes, “of course I have, but this is different-“

Lila interrupts you, “it is not different. This is a gift. Accept it. Congratulations.”

You look at her in bewilderment, but a customer comes in at that moment and takes Lila’s attention. You walk through the market, your arms full of gifts from the vendors you frequent, confused as to why you have them.

You walk up the steps into the townhouse, toeing open the door after spending several minutes trying to find your keys.

“Honey?” You call out, removing your keys from the door. “The people of Velaris have gone nuts.”

You start making your way into the living room, still carrying what feels like 50 pounds of flowers. “They kept giving me things. We have like 20 bouquets and 10 loaves of bread!”

You feel him approach, helping grab things out of your arms and setting them down. “Did something happen and I missed it? Lila even congratulated me-“ Your words stop as you see the banners over the doorway.

“CONGRATULATIONS BAT BABY!” in beautiful writing, with little bats painted all over it.

Another one reads, “CONGRATS ON THE BAT!”

One written in what appears to be Cassian’s handwriting says, “I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!”

You look at Azriel, still not understanding. “What’s happening?” You finally take a good look at him, and he is on the verge of crying.

“When you left this morning, Cassian smelled you. I didn’t want to get too excited until I smelled you myself, but oh gods.”

He wraps you in his arms, deeply inhaling you. “You’re pregnant,” he laughs into your shoulder.

“Pregnant?” You ask him, clearly not having heard him correctly.

You and Azriel stopped taking contraceptives a few years ago, knowing it would probably be a century before you had a baby of your own.

“Me? Pregnant?” He laughs, “yes.”

He pauses, thinking about something. “Is this still something you want? We jumped the gun a bit with the decorating, but I assumed because we talked before.” He looks into your eyes, “if you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay. We’ll figure something out. It’s-“

You cut him off, “I haven’t changed my mind, I’m just..” you trail off, looking around you, “amazed I’m the last one to know!”

The both of you laugh, Azriel grabbing your face and kissing you deeply. When you pull away, all of the inner circle has winnowed in, Cassian shooting off confetti.

“Surprise!” They all yell, laughing. The joy thrumming through the bond with Azriel is all consuming from both ends, and you’re sure everyone around you can feel it.

Cassian approaches you, embracing you in a big hug. He kisses the top of your head, then crouches down so he’s eye level with your stomach.

“Hi Cassian Jr.” he says. Azriel scoffs, pushing him so he falls on the floor.

“What? I figured it out, I get naming rights!”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, dummy.” Mor tells him, giving him a pointed look as she sweeps you into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you,” she says, pulling back to look at you. “Me too,” you tell her. She looks at Azriel, who has let the happiness fade enough for his instincts to kick in, “not happy to deal with him during your pregnancy.”

You laugh, “it’ll be a miracle if he lets me leave the house.” He scoffs, as if he’d ever let you out of his sight again.

Feyre approaches you, cradling Nyx in her arms. “They’ll be, what, a year and a half apart?” You smile at her, cooing at the baby in her arms. “They’re going to be best friends,” you tell her.

All of you spend the evening laughing, drinking, eating all the sweets Elain baked, and soaking in all the joy from the newest addition to the family.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff

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evilminji · 6 months ago

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Not my usual Fandom BUT...

You know what would be and always is fascinating/interesting/hilarious? For want of a nail type, "tiny change or little action spiral into great and sweeping change" type fics! ESPECIALLY when combined with my dearly beloved Self Insert troupe!

Because? I DO so love the Self Insert! Not so much for the "I can fix it" or power fantasy, as the ability to wander... a stranger in a strange land. Both familiar yet removed. Known to us yet... not. The major actors, major events, certainly. But the lives of the average person?

The noodle shop owner? The ship salesman? A janitor?

We know nothing about this strange new world from their point of view. What secrets can be found in this or that little shop, well off the common path. And it is FASCINATING! Especially if the Insert wasn't particularly FAMILIAR with the source material. Knew enough to get by, perhaps, too know they are in danger... but not enough to twist events to their favor. Assuming they even had the type of personality to TRY such things.

No, no...

What I? Want to see?

What I think would be FASCINATING?

Is a TRUE carry over. Adult mind to adult mind. Someone settled in their ways. Not bold and terribly adventurous, not willing to recklessly seek out danger and pain. No. They know they are going to die. They know they HAVE died. They are now a Jedi. And can feel the Force... and?

It just... helps.

They let go. Yes, perhaps some plans to protect the younglings. If they can. But their ultimately IS no death, only the Force. It is scary, they acknowledge, frightening even. But they... find calm. Acceptance.

They meditate. Open themselves up to the Force and give up their worry and fears, their regrets. All the terrible burdens they brought with them from their past life. It's honestly a bittersweet sort of relief. Ironic, that such a troubled age should be their most peaceful.

Of course... opening yourself up like that? Reaching out so deeply and with such conviction? It's like painting a "hey! I'm right here! I'm definitely going to listen if you say something to me!" Sign on your forehead, where the Force can see it.

So? It DOES.

But unlike Anikin? The Insert isn't a Fighter. So the Force doesn't tell them to fight. After all, every part has its place in the grand machine of Life. Every actor their place on the stage. Sometimes? To change the galaxy? All you need is someone to be on the right planet, at the right time, ready to hold a door open for the right person.

And that's it.

Not everything needs be grand sweeping actions. It can, instead, be the quiet drip drip drip of medicine applied behind a Sith Lord's back. To undo the damage he has wrought. So when comes the time for his plans to unfold? He does NOT find the support he was counting on to succeed. Instead he finds resistance.

But HOW? How would such a thing be DONE? By a YOUNGLING no less?

A youth with no power? Be it social, political, or physical? AND beneath the Sith Lord's very nose? Without being STOPPED? With said youngling being KILLED? Quite simply! Easily, in fact! By embracing the purest of the Light!

Fun.

Who among us, does NOT know of the parasocial relationship? The feeling of knowing someone, considering them "good" and "something like a friend" dispite never once having spoken to them? Being FOND of them? Wouldn't YOU not defend them? If someone sought to HURT them? KILL them? You KNOW them so very WELL don't you? This person speaks LIES about them!

And what of the Adorable Youngling? Small and Cute? Look at their little cheeks and tiny hands! How precious! Why, we have watched them GROW! They are practically family!

But where does the FUN I speak of come into this? Simple. The Holonet. Crechemaster's trying to corral an adult in the body of a child. The Insert is BORED. At peace, yes. But you can really only meditate so many hours of the day. Lessons only take up so much and class work the same. They aren't at an age where the SERIOUS lessons begin yet.

So they have too much free time.

..........have you heard about "Video Game #55? It's apparently got more Video AND Game then ever!" Intriguing~ But, oh. Playing it ALONE it BORING. And playing with... well, INFANTS, is... an exercise in patience. Plus it's probably not appropriate for them. Hmmmmm..... you KNOW.... Insert really DOES miss? Watching Let's Plays over breakfast/lunch...

They've never MADE one... but they know they general script and idea? And for Some Reason? It feels like a GREAT way to pass the time! Yeah! Let's do THAT! And so the Force nudges. Tiny. Seemingly inconsequential. The Master's try to shut it down, Insert is stubborn and refuses, they talk it out. Because they are Jedi and authoritarian force is not their way. Is it frustrating? Perhaps. But the only cure for ignorance is knowledge.

They ultimately compromise. Insert get to keep their little game thing, THEY make sure Insert is compromising Temple security, putting themselves in danger, talking to dubious strangers, or other such perils. It is? A FASCINATING view into the secretive world of the Mysterious Jedi for most of the galaxy. All lead by an adorable Youngling playing games.

Of course, such a silly, ridiculous thing is BENEATH Palpatine's concern. Fun and games? Not even formal or official ones? The child doesn't even represent the jedi. They represent no one. Clearly not a threat, right?

WRONG.

Because one game? Leads to another. Leads to being recommended another. Leads to "hey check out this music". Leads to "how was your day?" Leads to chatting about Jedi philosophy... as simplified for small children. Easy to understand and then complained over like it's maths homework. And... huh.

You guys really liked when I talked about X? Well, I don't know much about it... buuut? I could probably FIND someone or go to the archives? Make a video? I'll make a poll. Vote down below?

Untouchable and distant? Nah. Jedi play "Crafting Game 73" and whine about their Crechemates being JERKS for eating the last dessert. Jedi, in their head's, are small adorable younglings and the amused adults meditating the back ground who watch over them. EVERYONE knows the Jedi. The Jedi are on our datapads. Are our friends. We've totally met them.

Parasocial relationships.

Or maybe that's just me? I just... God I REALLY want to see how they'd react to a initiate who just? Won't stop fuckin making Let's Plays of all things. Just? WHY. HOW? WHY AND HOW?! No, NO don't you shrug at me and run of, youngling! Get back here! What "skill issue"? Which skill? Initiate!!!

@hdgnj @hypewinter @babbling-babull @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @lolottes @leftnotright @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @spidori

#writing #star wars #star wars promt #sw promt #minji's writing

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jamespotterismydaddy · 1 year ago

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Lord Husband (Chapter 4)

Cregan x reader

A/N: new character alert

word count: 1,202 words

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“Ser Steffon won’t accompany me to Winterfell?” You ask your mother. It feels like another strike in the gut. Steffon Darklyn has guarded you since you were a child. Apart from your family, he is your closest friend.

“He is a part of my Queensguard. He must be with me or…” You know why she trails off. Her or her heir are the words she is looking for.

“Jacaerys.” You finish the thought for her and you hate the undertone of jealousy in your voice.

“You may take as many of your handmaidens as you like and we will find more than suitable guards for you. I would never allow you to be not well accompanied.” She is trying to be reassuring but it is to no avail.

“Then I shall have nobody to care for me in the North?” You regret the words as soon as you say them because you know what her response will be.

“Your husband will care for you.” It doesn’t make you feel better. You don’t want the demeaning care from a forced spouse. You desire care from the man who has been like a second father to you.

“I want Ser Steffon.” You say, your tone almost desperate.

“It wouldn’t be proper.”

Improper or a waste of resources? You wonder to yourself.

“You will be protected.” She reassures.

“It isn’t about that.” It’s about everything that is being torn away from you.

“Help me to understand, sweet girl.” She sounds just as desperate.

“Why did you have to send me so far away, far enough to isolate me?” You ask softly.

“I promise I thought your match through. Cregan gives you control. Putting you in the North gives you a role, not to be a tool to create an alliance, but to be a Targaryen presence so far from the throne. You will be in a position of great influence if you can gain your husband’s trust.” She seems serious but you aren’t sure if she is just trying to make you feel important when you aren’t. Though, it works. “If you wanted to stay close, we would have likely had to betroth you to Aemond.” You cringe at that. You were close to Aemond when the two of you were younger but there is such strife between you now. You’re sure he hates you. “He wouldn’t allow you the same level of freedom.”

“I know that.” You sigh. “I require a moment to collect myself, your Grace.” You give her a nod of respect before leaving, Ser Steffon trails after you. He knows what the topic of discussion was.

You let the tension stew in silence between the two of you before you decide to speak up. “What am I supposed to do without you?”

“You are a woman grown, princess. I know you will excel in Winterfell.” He says and you turn to face him.

“But i’ll miss you.”

“I am flattered deeply and truthfully, I will miss you also.” He says tenderly.

“Well then perhaps if you told the Queen you wished to accompany me…” You trail off, knowing your suggestion is silly.

“Princess…” He says in a certain way and you can sense the pity. “There is something that may make you feel better, though.”

“And that would be?”

“My nephew, Robert, has just recently been knighted. He is by no means a seasoned knight but I had a great influence in raising him when he was younger. He is a good man and a fearsome warrior. Mayhaps having him as a guard could bring you some sense of comfort?” Steffon suggests.

“That is a splendid idea. I should like to meet him. Now.” You reply, feeling almost happy at the prospect.

“Now? Of course, princess. I believe he is training in the courtyard.” He tells you and you immediately begin to make your way there.

When you arrive at the courtyard, you notice that there’s more than a few men training, Aemond and Criston included, who you ignore.

“Point him out.”

Steffon describes Robert and where he is but when your eyes fall upon him, the description doesn’t do justice. Robert is handsome, lean and strong with hair as black as tar and piercing green eyes. He fights with ease and elegance, not relying on brutish strength. You decide that he will be more than fun to have around. When Robert wins his fight, you clap for him. He notices the sound because he didn’t expect eyes to be on him when the dragon prince is fighting.

“Princess.” He bows as you walk over, his competitor stumbling into a bow as well.

“Your highness, I introduce you to my nephew, Ser Robert Darklyn.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ser Robert.” You say with a little smirk.

“The pleasure is, of course, all mine.” He is clearly trying to stay confident but you can detect a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“You are a very skilled fighter.” You haven’t seen much but you’ve already decided what you want. You trust Steffon’s judgement. “And I am in need of a new guard.”

“Thank you, princess. I appreciate the recognition.” He manages to stay cool and calm. He has an easy way about his demeanour.

“Have you ever been to Winterfell?” You ask him.

“I haven’t been anywhere.” He replies, a man in need of something to free him from the monotony of being a second son.

“Perhaps you would like to come with me to Winterfell then, as my personal guard?” You ask him bluntly.

“I am honoured by your offer, your highness. I would like nothing more than to protect you in your new home.” He can’t seem to stop himself from smiling. For a man who seemed to be so stoic, the smile suits him.

“Good because we leave in three days. I apologize for the short notice but I wasn’t given much time to prepare for this change of plans.” You give Ser Steffon a pointed look.

Robert Darklyn has little time to respond before you turn on your heel, wanting to make sure you have everything you need for your travels. As you walk back to your chambers, you strike up conversation with Steffon again.

“I expect you to write to me. Perhaps once a week. Just to be filled in on how my brothers fair of course.” You say to him but you both know that all you want is to hear from him as much as possible.

“I think twice a week would be more appropriate. Your brothers do get up to lots of mischief and whatnot.” He says with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“I think that would be for the best as well.” You speak, a small smile on your face as you arrive at your chamber’s door. He holds it open for you. “Oh and one more thing, Ser… If I die in Robert’s care, I’ll kill you.” He smirks at that.

“He’s a much better knight than I was at his age. I promise the two of you will get along well.”

“Hmm.” You say, thinking about Ser Robert… very handsome Ser Robert. “I think we indeed will.”

Taglist(comment to be added): General: @valeskafics @urmomsgirlfriend1 @girlwith-thepearlearring @darylandbethfanforever9 @lovellies @juhdoche @papichulo120627 @watercolorskyy

Lord husband: @feyres-fireheart @possiblyafangirl @hb8301 @marihoneywk @youn-jo @velvet-spider @janelongxox @ninastyless @nyctophilic0vitnir r @m-a-s-h-k-a @delicious-xx @weepingfashionwritingplaid @happinessinthebeing @betelrus @joliettes @black-swan-blog27 @mxtokko @valeridarkness @karolalolla @satan-s-ass @synindoodles

#hotd #hotd fic #cregan #cregan stark #cregan fic #cregan x you #cregan stark fic #cregan stark x reader #cregan x reader #lord husband

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novankenn · 2 months ago

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Snippets from "A Mafia AU"

(Original Post) / Inspiration by @pilot-boi

Pyrrha was at her wits end. Currently she was engaged in a knife fight in the storage room of a Pumpkin Pete's Novelty store, because Jaune had decided it would be FUN to get her a matching hoodie! Pyrrha ducked under a wild slash, before lashing out with several rapid jabs of her own combat blade.

"Go away!" Pyrrha snapped, "You're running my date!"

"Date?" Pyrrha's current opponent, and Jaune's would have been assassin froze, and just stood there blinking her amber eyes. Her faunus trait, a set of cat ears that matched her long black hair flicked back and forth. "Date?"

"Forget I said that!" Pyrrha snapped, as she used that moment to take a more balanced combat stance, She had been fighting on the back foot this whole time and now. "Let's get this over Belladonna!"

"Hold on. I need a minute." Blake Belladonna, one of the premiere up close and personal assassins, commented as she absentmindedly tapped the flat of her knife blade against her cheek.

"You need a minute? I have to go. He's going to come looking for me, and I can not..."

"You know you shouldn't hide things from someone you're interested in. It will cause trust issues." Blake offered with a smile.

"What?"

"You can't have a solid foundation to a relationship with out trust." Blake continue to expand on the subject, "It's the cornerstone of any relationship, but doubly important in ones that end up long term, possible permanent?"

"Permanent?" Pyrrha stood up straight, giving Blake a narrow eyed gaze. "What are you talking about?"

"You know, elaborate dresses, golden rings, white picket fences, children?"

"You can't be serious!" Pyrrha snapped. "I'm supposed to kill him, and he somehow saw me following him, and thinks I'm his body guard! I have no idea how to fix this!"

"You're the one that called it a date." Blake countered. "Not me, and if you really think about how you've been acting... it has been kind of body guardy."

"That's not a word." Pyrrha deadpanned.

"Eh. Anyway if you want out, and can't do it yourself... step aside. Let someone else..." Blake ducked out of the way of broom handle thrown like a spear. "Okay... touched a nerve there!"

"Pyr?" came the sound of worried voice. "Pyr are you okay? The sales woman said you ran into the back! Is your tummy bothering you?"

Blake froze, in complete shock at the words being uttered by her target to her rival, and the sight assaulting her. Pyrrha Nikos. THE Pyrrha "Goddess of Death" Nikos was blushing! Full on atomic red! It was all just surreal, that Blake couldn't make herself capitalize on the opening.

"Pyr?" the door creaked open behind the red head, who in a panic flicked her wrist sending her knife zipping through the air to bury itself with a thunk into an out of sight wall. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Jaune." Pyrrha answered, turning herself to see Jaune as well as track Blake, who was still completely stunned by what was going on. "Just ran into..."

"A friend!" Blake announced, as she like Pyrrha disposed of her combat knife. Though Blake threw hers up into the ceiling.

"Well any friend of Pyr's is a friend of mine." Jaune cheerily spoke as he walked past Pyrrha with his hand extended for a greeting. "Name is Jaune Arc. Short sweet and the ladies love it!"

"They do?" Blake asked.

"Of course they do." Pyrrha chuckled nervously before moving to stand as close to Jaune as she could, without actually climbing on top of him. "Anyway I came back here, not because of my tummy..."

"Are you sure?" Jaune asked with genuine concern. "We have five cheese lasagna last night, and I know how cheese doesn't agree with you."

"I'm fine, Jaune." Pyrrha's blush gotten even darker, but her emerald eyes glinted dangerously when Blake's teasing grin was noticed. Blake didn't like that look. "This is Blake, and she... works here."

"I what?" Blake stuttered out.

"You do?" Jaune's eyes gleamed in excitement. "Yes, someone who knows Pyr and works here. You have to be able to help me find the PEREFCT hoodie for her!"

"Wait!" Blake yelped as Jaune grabbed her by the wrist and started to walk back to the front of the store. "How are you so strong?"

Pyrrha's blush, faded, and she took a slow steadying breath, before jogging to catch up, to keep an eye on her Jaune... er her target. Yep, her target... no her Jaune. Pyrrha grit her teeth and internally screamed at her traitorous mind.

A/N - Figured I throw out another snippet, just for the hell of it, plus it's kind of of fun trying to come up with ridiculous situations to throw Pyrrha into. 😁

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #arkos #a mafia au #inspired by another's work #@pilot-boi #blake belladonna

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dandelionpixels · 8 months ago

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the doctor (9/10/11) + reader

(platonic/familial)

ask: Doctor x daughter reader? Where reader already knows most of what's going to happen because she's from 11 and Rivers time but through timey wimey stuff ends up traveling with 9 and rose and eventually 10? This might be too specific but the way I have it in my head is she ended up being a partner in crime with Jack and so the first time they meet she's with him and the doctor is like “Who are you?!” and she's all “Spoilers!........ I've always wanted to say that!”

You’ve been running since you were born. A breathing enigma, that’s what they called you. There’s no point in explaining how, or even why. It’s really no fun to have an answer anyway.

Honestly the only thing that’s important is that, much like River, you’re living your life in the wrong order, jumping around without rhyme or reason. You don’t mind, it keeps things exciting. It’d been a while of traveling with Eleven and the Ponds, so you figured you were due for another temporal displacement. But you just didn’t think it’d be so far back.

You’d always found Jack interesting, no matter how much each Doctor warned you to be careful. And he’s always out there, no matter the time period, which works perfectly for you. So you track him down again, preparing an introduction, knowing he certainly hasn’t met you yet.

It ends up being unnecessary, since when you find him, he’s too busy dodging laser-fire to listen to your story. In fact, he immediately promises to pay you handsomely if you pretend to be a hostage. And he seems pleasantly surprised when you take little-to-no convincing, ruffling your hair and dashing across the bridge with you, gun to your back. By the time you guys make it across the border safely, he’s offering a partnership, grin plastered on his face. With a matching smile, you agree, excited to continue your streak of befriending Jack in any time.

This arrangement leads you to run into the Doctor, as traveling with Jack always seems to do.

Meeting Nine

The first time you properly see Nine, your mouth fully drops open.

You’d known him through pictures, shared memories, stories, but never in person. He’s real, and new, and standing right in front of you. Jack offers him a mock salute, glancing back to see you still standing in silence. Before you can stop yourself, your mouth starts to form a sentence, the first thing you could think of to say.

“Your ears are proper huge!”

Rose has to grab his arm to keep him from lunging towards you, planting her feet to yank him back. He stumbles slightly but lets her keep him in place, angrily fixing his coat collar, “And who would you be then?”

Jack chuckles, arms crossed while he lets you talk. A giddy grin spreads across your face, eyes lighting up with genuine excitement as you shoot him a playful wink, “Can’t say! Spoilers!”

You try and fail to stifle your smile, looking between the others, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

Nine just throws his arms up in the air, “Great, wonderful, fantastic. Spoilers, what is that supposed to mean?”

After thinking about it more, he pivots his body to direct the question towards Jack. Resting his hands on his hips, he taps his foot impatiently, and you can’t help but think he looks like a disgruntled mother.

Jack shrugs, “She’s my partner.”

Over Nine’s shoulder, you see Rose make a gagging expression. You shake your head frantically, “Not- no- just partners! No- erm- skadoodling.”

This time it’s Jack turn to gag, as he mouths ‘skadoodle?’ to you. You shrug, and Jack rolls his eyes, “It’s true. Just partners, none of- what she said.” He pauses before continuing, “Despite my best efforts.”

Shoving him him pointedly, you look back towards Nine’s irritated expression, “I’m a friend of the Doctors, and that’s all I can say. Jack can swear that I’m not a spy, or whatever.”

You shoot a sharp look in Jack’s direction and he makes a cross over his heart, “Hope to die.”

Nine groans, “Can nothing ever be easy with me? Does everything have to be so convoluted.”

Rose rolls her eyes, “Tell me about it.”

She looks towards you, recognizing something in your eyes. The same thing she sees in the Doctor’s. Shake shakes it off, just excited about the prospect of having another girl in the Tardis to talk too. Before Nine can cut in, she steps forward, “Jack’s word is good enough for me! We’re about to see the emerald fields, do you wanna come?”

Your face splits into a bright smile, “Do I? I have like three hats from the gift shop!”

Before Nine’s dumbfounded face can come up with more questions, you grab Jack’s hand and pull him inside the Tardis. Looking back as he runs inside, Jack grins towards Nine, “Sorry Doc, looks like the ladies are making the calls!”

Nine follows the both of you inside, dragging Rose behind him and pointing accusatory at you, “Now I’m not sure what kind of small-ear agenda you’re spouting, but I won’t have it in my Tardis. And keep your odd amount of space-time trivia to yourself!”

You nod, giving him a mock salute and giggling as he pinches the bridge of his nose with a soft groan.

Misc. Traveling With Nine

- It’s a lot of him insisting you don’t know something, and you insisting that you do. It typically ends up with Rose and Jack placing money on it. Which Nine shortly banned because they kept only betting on you.

- You keep intentionally hitting buttons on the console and then pretending to be surprised when they work. It cracks Rose up and makes Nine crazy when you ‘bump into’ the landing stabilizers every time they touch down somewhere.

- Rose almost falls to the floor laughing when Jack makes a joke about you and Nine kissing and you make such a disgusted face that Nine almost looks like his feelings were hurt.

- Sometimes you and Jack disappear for a couple days to do something on your own, and every time you come back, Nine pretends like he wasn’t worried. Rose always rolls her eyes behind him, letting you know he’s bluffing. He spends most of the time you’re gone pacing around and complaining about you not calling to let him know you’d be gone.

- Whenever you get a chance to say spoilers, you take it. Nine always find it unreliably infuriating but he eventually stops pressing you for more information.

- He leaves the Tardis one day in ’normal clothes’ to try and go undercover somewhere. When he comes back, you and Rose are taking turns wearing his coat and doing arguably awful impressions of him. Jack is sitting in the chair, grabbing his stomach as he guffaws loudly.

It feels like you’re just getting comfortable when Nine’s time comes to an end, and the regeneration process begins.

You and Rose huddle together, covering each other’s eyes while the glowing light fills the Tardis. You can’t help the tears running down your cheek, even though you already knew this would happen. It doesn’t stop the feelings.

Both of you wait in Jackie’s room as he sleeps, and you can’t properly explain to them why you’re not as worried as everyone else.

When he slowly but surely gets back into the swing of things, you can feel yourself filling with new excitement. It’s another Doctor, whom you’ve never met. Like an second family reunion where only ones of you knows that you’re family.

Misc. Traveling With Ten

- There’s more emotional moments with him, where you almost get hurt and he goes a little crazy trying to make sure you’re safe. It gets to the point where you have to pull him aside, promising that you can handle yourself. He insists he knows that, but it doesn’t stop him from putting himself between you and danger at every opportunity.

- On the rooftop of some scummy restaurant in future Montana, he admits that he trusts you implicitly. He says he can’t understand why, but you feel close to his soul in a way he doesn’t understand. It makes your heart pang to not be able to tell him that you feel the same way.

- You’re there for him when Rose leaves, to sit with him in the silence, and to scream into the canyons on deserted planets. You’re there for Donna, then Martha, then Donna again. You get along with all of them and it always makes you sad to know how things pan out, but you try to just enjoy your time with them.

- There’s somehow even more running than before, and it feels like he’s always grabbing your hand to pull you towards various adventures.

- The both of you get really competitive, always racing to outdo each other’s dramatic conclusion, and forgetting there’s other people around.

- He makes a huge deal out of your birthday, despite them being more a suggestion for Timelords. He takes you to Paris (367 years in the future) for breakfast, back in time for a front-row concert from your favorite musician, and then to 8 different planets for a multiple course dinner and desert.

When you both run into River in the library, you can’t help but let out a soft gasp. River locks eyes with you and in an instant, you know she knows you. Running into her arms, she just laughs and spins you slightly, thanking the universe for aligning you guys so perfectly.

Ten almost genuinely stomps his feet, infuriated, “You have got to be kidding me! How do you two know each other?”

You shoot a playful smile to River, and the both of you turn to face him at the same time, exclaiming a chastising, “Spoilers!”

#x reader #x reader requests #tenth doctor #ninth doctor #eleventh doctor #river song #tenth doctor x reader #ninth doctor x reader #river song x reader #doctor who #dr who #dandelionwritesdrwho #doctor who hcs #daughter!reader

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thehypnone · 1 month ago

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Symbol on the Surface Chapter 17

WC: 1,2k

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Insecurity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cunnilingus, Lactation Kink, Actual Lactation, Nipple Sucking, mild) Mommy Kink, Praise Kink

“Something’s–uh…my boobs.” “What’s–oh. Oh.”

Notes: Tysm to @jimothybarnes for being the best beta ever!

Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 17 under the cut or on AO3.

Yet again Swiss gets caught staring at himself in the mirror with a frown on his face by his mate.

Yet again Mountain comes up to him from behind and wraps his arms around him, kisses behind his ear and mumbles how perfect he is.

Yet again Swiss melts into his warmth and soft words; even if he can’t really believe them.

Mountain understands—he knows something rooted so deeply can’t be pulled out so easily. Still, that doesn’t mean he will stop; quite the opposite.

He’s no poet, but he does not hesitate to voice exactly what’s on his mind as he kneels before Swiss and kisses the stretch marks that are now covering most of the multi ghoul’s stomach.

“They’re like lightning…or roots,” Mountain whispers, “they symbolize nothing but your devotion to your kits, even though they’re not even born yet. And me. You gave your body to give them life, my darling. There’s nothing ugly about these marks.”

Swiss tears up—of course he does—and nods. He accepts his mate’s feelings and even if the shadow of self hatred still lingers, it does make him feel better; he knows Mountain means it.

“Come to bed,” the earth ghoul asks and Swiss nods again. Mountain leads him away from the mirror and into their nest and lets the pregnant ghoul lay against him once they’re there.

Mountain is gently rubbing circles over Swiss’ bump with his calloused fingers, going up, and down, and to one side, and to the other; trailing after the stretch marks that he so loves. Swiss sighs against his neck with all the feelings that are bubbling inside him—the exhaustion, excitement, sadness, and happiness.

After a little while the earth ghoul slides down the bed. He straddles Swiss’ legs—leaving him slightly confused—and leans in to be eye level with the bump and then…he starts talking.

“Hello, little demons. It’s your papa here.”

“What are you doing?” Swiss asks, giggling.

“Conversing with our children,” Mountain replies as if it’s nothing unusual. It wouldn’t be, if not for the fact that said children are still in the multi ghoul’s womb.

“Ah. Go on then.” The earth ghoul does indeed turn back to his stomach—their kits.

“We can’t wait to meet you, you know? But you’ve been giving your mama hell lately, haven’t you?” Mountain tuts. “And he’s been taking such good care of you!”

“Don’t scold our kits before they’re even born,” Swiss laughs.

“I’m not! I’d never.” His mate smiles at him innocently and goes back to his conversation. It’s more of a monologue, of course, but he seems to be enjoying it all the same; and it makes Swiss smile, too, so that’s a plus.

After a couple of minutes, Mountain looks back up at the other, “While I’m down here…would you like me to help you relax a little?”

“If you want, yeah…but you don’t hav–”

“I want to.” Mountain interrupts him and turns to the bump once again. “Now you gotta look away, ‘cause I’m gonna have some fun with your mama.”

“That’s a very strange thing to say to our unborn kits,” Swiss chuckles, rolling his eyes. The earth ghoul wiggles his eyebrows at him and slides his underwear right down his thighs.

And then, having gotten clear consent already, Mountain dives right in. He licks and sucks and moans against the multi ghoul’s cunt as if it’s him who’s getting this glorious head.

Swiss can’t even see his actual head from behind his stomach—only the tips of his horns—as he eats his pussy like a man starved. In a way he is; he hasn’t had a chance to taste it in a while.

The multi ghoul is enjoying it profusely as well. He puts his hands onto his chest to roll his extremely sensitive nipples between his fingers, and it feels so good…but then something weird starts happening.

“Mountain…” Swiss says, but is left with no reply. “Mountain. Mountain!”

“Hmph?” the earth ghoul resurfaces, with his pupils blown and the lower half of his face covered in slick. He looks entirely blissful.

“Something’s–uh…my boobs,” his mate mumbles; his face as red as a tomato.

“What’s–oh. Oh.”

Mountain’s jaw drops when he notices Swiss’ predicament. Both his hands that have been playing with his tits are wet and there’s two trails of a white liquid going down his chest.

“I was wondering when that was gonna happen,” the earth ghoul rumbles, rising up on his arms to hover over his mate. “May I?”

Swiss nods. “Wondering or awaiting?”

“Both…” Mountain whispers before leaning down and taking one of the multi ghoul’s tits into his mouth. He licks up the milk that’s spilled from him already before focusing on his nipple and gently sucking.

Moans rip out of both of them as more milk flows.

“Oh, fuck, that’s–” Swiss pants, “that feels good.”

“It’s so sweet,” the earth ghoul moans, drooling down his mate’s chest as his hands are gripping the sheets for dear life. “And warm…”

“I–oh, I think that’s a new kink going on the list,” the other chuckles through a groan, “for both of us.

“Hmpf–no doubt.”

“Leave some for the kits, you pervert,” despite the circumstances, Swiss scoffs.

“No promises, actually,” Mountain grumbles, and returns to sucking his mate dry. He circles and flicks Swiss’ nipple with his tongue, quite literally milking him and gulping it down. The multi ghoul keeps playing with his other tit with his hand, spilling milk down his side and onto the bed.

He’s moaning like a whore as he does—and Mountain is no better—but then he remembers something.

“Good boy,” he breathes out, “making mommy feel so good.”

The earth ghoul’s entire form visibly shakes at that and Swiss smirks. It takes him a couple of seconds to regain some brains, but when he does he changes his position slightly; he places his knee against his mate’s cunt and his mouth on his other boob.

Swiss moans loudly above Mountain as he tilts his pelvis as much as he can to get the angle just right. The hand not pawing at his own boob flies up to grab hold of one of his mate’s horns, fingers rubbing against the sensitive base.

“Mmmhrrrrpphhhrrr,” Mountain lets out a guttural moan, tongue vibrating against the leaking nipple in his mouth. It’s enough to make Swiss come with a muffled shout, completely soaking the other’s sweatpants. Some milk squirts out from his tits, too, and that, in turn, makes the earth ghoul cream his pants like a teenager.

“Lucifer, I love you so much.” The multi ghoul breathes heavily. Mountain replies only with a low purr, still glues to his mate’s chest.

Taglist: @arkeusruin @skele-bunny @everybodyshusband @ratsummer @jazz-bazz @mac-and-thefox @karmicbias @wine-irytatus @ghoultrifle (if anyone from here wants to be removed lmk, and also if anyone else wants to be added)

#cw pregnancy #cw lactation #hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps #symbol on the surface

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imaginesheaven · 2 years ago

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Bar Owner!Reader x TF 141 - Part III

Like my follower requested: Finally the final part of the Bar Owner!Reader series. I hope you all like it. It was so fun to create it all for you. I listened to the 5 centimeters per second original sountrack the whole time writing this. I've got happy tears in my eyes :)

Warnings: Curse words (like always)

Captain John Price

John knows already for years that he is deeply in love with you yet he didn’t want to accept it. From day to day it gets harder to push the realization into the back of his mind. If you would feel the same you would have said something already. He assumes you are not looking for a relationship. Probably especially not with someone who is always away on missions. Someone who is always in danger to die very soon. Someone like John.

He takes another sip from his whiskey watching you how you serve your customers. It’s a warm evening and you all hang out in the garden behind your bar. You look so incredibly happy talking with everybody while Cougar trails after you like a lost puppy. Your joy radiates like a ray of sunshine. Behind you the sun is setting on the hills coloring you in a deep orange. It makes you even more breathtaking than you already are.

“I think you should tell (Y/N) what you feel”, Kate next to him says nonchalantly like she would talk about the amazing weather. “Am I that easy to look through?”, Price thought no one would know about his little secret. His ever-growing love for you.

“John, humor me for a second. I noticed how you look at (Y/N) when you think no one can see you. Don’t you think you let (Y/N) waiting long enough?”, Kate gives him an overly confident smile. “What do you know, Laswell?”, John tries not to sound too excited. His heart keeps hammering against his chest. Racing to catch up to you.

“I don’t want to give away too much, but if (Y/N) would have died the bar and Cougar would have been yours. Is that enough for you?”, Laswell lets him on your very own little secret. John stares at her in disbelief. The bar is everything you have ever loved in your life. Just like Cougar. You trust him so deeply knowing he would keep both safe and sound.

Price stands up from his chair making his way over to you. “Hey, John!”, your whole face lights up as you see him coming closer. He loves how you say his name. Your voice so full of kindness and love. It makes his knees weak.

He can’t stop himself anymore as he cups your face softly in his big hands. Surprised you look at him with a slight blush on your cheeks. “You have no idea how much I love you”, not waiting for your reaction John presses a soft kiss onto your lips.

Shocked you let go of the drinks, which splatter onto the grass. Doubts creep in John’s mind breaking away from you, but you stop them immediately as you wrap your arms around him pulling him into another kiss. “What took you so damn long?”, you lean your forehead against his.

Everyone starts to cheer loudly. Especially Kate. She is over the moon to see you happy once again. It brings the two of you back into reality. “I’m sorry for making you wait, love.”

It took John years to confess his love to you, but he makes sure to catch up all the things you two have missed. John tries literally everything to make all your dreams come true. Sometimes he forgets that he is the only thing you ever wanted in life.

He is so very thankful for the joy you bring him every single day he can be with you. You were all along his reason to come back safely from missions, but now John is allowed to drown in your love openly. You are his one and only. The ray of sunshine he needs to forget all the pain and misery he has been put through.

Even if you love to make fun of the fact he waited for years not realizing you feel the same all the time. John takes it with pride, “The best things in life take time, love.” Naming drinks that take longer to prepare after him.

Bonus

(Y/N): So, you set John up to confess finally?

Kate: Yes, it worked, right? But I might have lied to him about something…

(Y/N): Kate… What did you say?

Kate: … I might have told him that you would give him your bar and Cougar if you would have died.

(Y/N): … Well, that’s not that much of a lie. I totally would have, but I’m not that easy to kill.

Kate: Oh, come on. Don’t act like a superhero.

(Y/N): … I took out half of the Russian military, Kate. I am a fucking superhero.

Kate: … *rolls her eyes* Damn it. That’s true.

Soap: *witnessing everything* HALF OF THE RUSSIAN MILITARY?!?

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon keeps his love for you hidden away with the rest of his emotions. Everyone knows he has a soft spot for you, but not how much his heart yearns for you. He wants to share his life with you. He wants you to know the real Simon. The one behind the mask. He wants you to see how vulnerable he can be, because he knows you would never hurt him.

“Fucking hell”, Ghost mumbles under his breath slowly overwhelmed by his feelings and thoughts. “Hey, boys. Another round?”, you stand by the table giving everyone your best smile. Simon can’t believe how much he loves you. It almost physically hurts.

Without a word he stands up to leave the bar. The fresh air calms his racing mind, but he doesn’t even try to untangle those confusing thoughts. Every single one of them revolves around you like they always do. How long can he uphold this façade?

“Hey, you okay?”, you followed him outside pointing towards the garden chairs, “Wanna take a seat?” It’s actually too cold to sit outside yet he accepts your offer thankfully. In silence the two of you sit together. You look at the sky seeing a ton of stars this night. Ghost looks at you wondering which god has sent you his way. You don’t try to start an uncomfortable conversation. Not even once you forced him to talk to you. He’s incredibly grateful for the way you deal with his peculiarities.

“Sometimes when I get overwhelmed by my thoughts I look at the stars. I try to remember all the constellations I learned over the years. It took me years to learn that it’s actually okay not to be okay and w-“, you don’t mind holding an one-sided conversation. Simon could listen to your voice all day long yet he interrupts you, “I love you.”

Simon can’t look at you after his rather blunt confession scared to see rejection in your eyes. You take his hand in yours softly to get his full attention, “I love you too, Simon.” There is only admiration and kindness in your eyes. His heart swells with happiness.

You know it wouldn’t be easy to love Simon yet you still did it with all you had. First things first, this man has to learn to trust again. Opening up himself. He lived so long behind a mask not sure how to be a functioning human being anymore. You are always there for Simon giving him exactly what he needs. Patience, love, honesty, safety.

This man would literally die for you in an instant.

You adjust to keeping your relationship under the radar for a while. Not even his team knows about the two of you. Except for Price. He knew right away after Simon confessed his love to you during that night.

One evening in the bar Simon decides it is time to make it official. Johnny likes to flirt with you in a platonic way. “Amazing drinks as always, sweetheart”, Soap winks at you grinning like the childish boy he still is.

“That’s my partner you are flirting with, Johnny”, Simon wraps his arm around your middle as you stand next to him by the table. A few seconds no one dares to say a word. Price leans back impressed by Ghost’s openness, “Pay up, Gaz.” Kyle rolls his eyes as he hands over the money.

“You did not bet on us?!”, you throw your rag laughing at Price. He raises his hands in surrender, “Sorry, it was clear as the day. Had to take the chance to win a fine bet.” Gaz shrugs one shoulder, “I thought you two would be just friends.”

Soap stares at all of you clearly confused, “Am I the only one who did not about this at all?” Smiling you push his shoulder playfully, “Your head is always up in the clouds to notice the small things.” Cougar pushes his way forward to put his head on Ghost’s leg begging for head scratches.

“Oh, that’s why Cougar likes you more now!”, Soap puts the puzzle pieces together way later than everyone else. Simon can’t explain in words how happy he is in this moment. He finally found his very own little family.

Bonus

Soap: So… (Y/N), did you see Simon without his mask?

(Y/N): … No, not yet and that’s totally fine.

Soap: You didn’t kiss yet?! Simon! What are you waiting for?

Ghost: Fucking hell, Johnny! None of your business!

(Y/N): Don’t be so harsh, Simon. Johnny doesn’t know how to woe his partner.

Ghost: … *tries not to snicker*

Soap: That’s right! I don’t know … wait, what? HEY!

Ghost: *proud of you* (Y/N), I love you so much~

John “Soap” MacTavish

Let’s be honest, everyone would know right away that this man is so in love with you. Soap is not someone who can keep things like this a secret. As soon as he lays his eyes on you his whole face lights up and nothing can bring him ever down.

“Fucking hell, Johnny, tell (Y/N) what you feel or I do it. I can’t stand you drooling over the whole table anymore”, Ghost doesn’t mean it literally, but Soap’s puppy eyes and lovesick grin the whole evening make him gag eventually.

Soap would love to tell you what he feels, but is just way too scared to lose you. “Just rip it off like a band-aid”, Gaz isn’t really the right one to give out flirt tips yet he does it anyways. Gaz and Ghost would team up against Soap; teasing him non-stop to push him to his limits so he would finally confess his undying love for you. “Boys, please, leave the poor lovesick baby alone”, Price smiles into his whiskey knowing exactly what he’s doing.

Soap stands up from his chair without a further word making his way towards the good old jukebox. He choses the first song he played over and over again to annoy you. It’s also actually the song that reminds him off you. When Soap is away from you he is always listening to this song.

You can’t help yourself from yelling out an amused “Johnny!” as you make your way towards him. A slight smile appears on his lips as he falls over and over in love with you once again. It is the first time you ever called him Johnny and it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

He grabs your hands in his to overplay how hard they are actually shaking. The nervousness is eating at him, “Just listen for a second. I really need to get this off of my chest … Then you can yell at me or whatever.”

“The first time I ever saw you has burned into my mind, because it was the best moment in my whole life. You are a ray of sunshine. Every time I’m with you I experience so much happiness and joy like I could hug the entire world. If I could I would drown in this feeling for the rest of my life… Not that I’m proposing… I mean if you want me to I-I … Oh shit…”

Everything started out so good for him, then he starts to stumble upon his own words. Still Johnny keeps pouring his heart into his one-sided speech, “I really like you, (Y/N). I’m not the best catch out there I know but I pro-…”

You cut his rambling off with a brief but meaningful kiss. “You talk way too much sometimes, Johnny”, you wink at him grinning and the whole bar interrupts your moment with cheering. Cougar makes him way in between the two of you to share some of the love.

This man worships the ground you walk on and would do everything for you. Sometimes Soap is a bit childish, but it doesn’t bother you at all. It reminds you to enjoy the life how it is and don’t worry too much. He still loves to get on your nerves with doing stupid shit. Here and there Soap even teams up with Gaz to make it double trouble.

“Sweetie, you love me, right?” – “You are god damn lucky you are cute, Johnny…”

Johnny is literally moving in with you after the two of you start dating. You can’t convince me otherwise. Being always by your side is his way of love language. Of course, you are not mad about having him around you all the time.

But the most important thing is that you bring Johnny peace and happiness. For the first time in forever he learns what being in love with someone really means. Having a reason to come back in one piece from missions. Johnny loves wrapping you up in his arms for sure being the happiest man on earth.

“I love you so damn much, (Y/N).” – “I love you too, Johnny.”

Bonus

Can’t forget about the most important fact of your relationship. Sharing your lovely Scottish man with your dog…

Johnny: Don’t look at me like that. I love you so much, Cougar. You are my number one.

You: … Do you want some alone time with my dog, Johnny?”

Johnny: No, no, you can stay if you want :)

You: … -.-

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz is quite decent hiding his growing feelings for you behind his poker face. No one knows how much it costs him to keep up his coolness. He lost completely control over his own body. You entering the room is enough for him to turn into a blushing mess How is he supposed to tell you what he feels without making a fool out of himself?

Silently sighing Gaz downs his drink in one single sip. He hates how easy everyone seems to interact with you. Soap always makes you laugh with his jokes, while he can’t even make a conversation without starting to ramble or stutter.

Gaz only wants to let you know how much you mean to him. That you make his life so much better. You are literally perfection and out of his league. Why does he even bother to try? His desperation reaches another level.

Only alcohol can help him now. He downs another drink earning a concerned glance from Price, “You okay?” With a slight smile on his lips Gaz stands up, “Never have been better, Cap.” John just witnessed him downing two handful of drinks within an hour. He is clearly not okay, but maybe Gaz reached finally the level where he will confess his love to you. Price will keep an eye on him from afar.

“Hey there”, you greet Gaz with a smile that lights his whole world up. He hops onto the bar stool almost falling over with the whole thing trying to be cool. “Are you drunk?”, you have never seen him like that before ever again. Gaz usually knows his limits.

“No, not drunk. Only a bit tipsy”, an overly confident grin is plastered on his face. Knowing what an effect you have on him you lean forward pulling him closer towards you by his shirt collar, “Then proof it.” His eyes widen full of panic for a second, while his heart skips a beat just to double up the speed afterwards.

“If I would be drunk I would tell you how perfect you are. I would tell you how much love I have in my heart for you. There is a space in there that is shaped exactly like you. Being near you makes me so damn happy I have never been before. I could drown in your lovely eyes. This must be true love…. But I’m not drunk so therefore I’m not telling you all of this.”

His truthful words leave you shocked. A slight blush appears on your cheeks.

“Well, you just said it out loud, buddy”, Soap just stands a few centimeters away from the two of you witnessing everything. Realization hits Gaz like a baseball bat in his face. His drunk ass just confessed not knowing he spoke all of his thoughts out loud?!

“Soap!”, you throw your rag at him. Without a further word Gaz stands up bailing out completely sober now and makes his way out of the bar. “Oh no, for sure not!”, Price grabs him by his shoulders and guides Gaz back to the counter, where you are still standing.

“Don’t you dare to run away from me ever again”, you grab his chin to place a kiss onto his lips. Soap giggles in the background, Ghost makes fake gag sounds and Price just rolls his eyes, “Get a room, kids.”

Gaz still can’t believe his luck even after weeks of dating. You are the only good thing in his life and he would give everything to make you happy. Which means he lives his romantic side to its fullest. Planning out dates like almost every week. Burying you under a wave of presents he thinks you might like. Writing you pages and pages of meaningful words hoping you can understand what you mean to him.

But as soon as his ass is planted in the bar he turns into a literal child. Bickering with Soap about the jukebox. Making bets with him who can annoy you the worst. Sneaking drinks behind your back and so on. He even teams up with Soap AND Cougar singing songs from the jukebox. Well, Cougar only barks away happily having a blast with Gaz by his side.

“You are all grounded for the rest of the week!” – “No, baby! I love you! You know that, right? RIGHT?! BABY!”

Bonus

Gaz: … Thank you, Captain, for giving me the push I needed.

Price: You are welcome, kid… but please stay away from the alcohol.

Soap: … What about me? I helped too!

Gaz: You made everything worse!

Soap: I did not! You wanted to run away!

Gaz and Soap: *start pushing each other*

Price: Boys, behave.

(Y/N): … I love all of you, but bloody hell what did I get myself into?

Tagging @apathetickun @missroro @abbiesxox @flyingmushroomss

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 22: Onward to the Colosseum

A/N: We are back at it again with another chapter!, this one is a fun one, now we are heading off to Dressrosa! I have a few ideas for Dressrosa, and then its Whole Cake Island, and believe me when yall read the chapter I have for Whole Cake…. Thank you guys so much for liking, reblogging, interacting with my first fan fiction. I will link all chapters once Ive posted the last chapter for the day, but without further ado, lets get to it!

Word count: 5.8K

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x y/n, One piece x reader.

Y/N POV…

Drinking is one thing, but challenging a man known to have a higher tolerance than most is another. But, I wasn’t going to lose this bet.

"Wow, I gotta say Y/N, you've grown to be a better drinker," Zoro smirked, his eyes glinting as he downed his seventh beer, no signs of slowing down.

I raised my mug, matching him drink for drink. "Well, I did learn a thing or two about drinking, thanks to king after all." My words came out with a slight slur, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my body. I took another swig of my seventh beer, feeling the room spin just a little. But I wasn’t about to back down.

Zoro was watching me with an amused grin, but before I could say anything more, Chopper rushed up beside me, his tiny hooves patting my arm. "That's way too much booze! Your body is still in recovery!" he squeaked, his voice laced with worry.

I giggled, waving him off with a drunken smile. "It's okay, Chopper! I’m feeling fine, see?" I raised my mug again, proving I still had enough strength to lift it.

Chopper puffed up his cheeks in frustration. "No, it’s not fine! You’re still healing from everything that happened at Punk Hazard! You need to rest, not drink yourself into a coma!" His voice was stern, though his worry was endearing.

I chuckled softly, ruffling his fur. "Aw, Chopper, you’re so sweet. But I can handle it. Just a few more, and I’ll be good as new!"

Before Chopper could protest again, Sanji chimed in his voice dripping with frustration. "Mosshead, just end this game already!" He shot Zoro a sharp glare, clearly irritated by the whole contest. "Y/N's had enough. You’re just making things worse."

Zoro smirked, leaning back in his chair with an easy shrug. "What’s the matter, curly brow? Afraid Y/N might outdrink me?" He took another swig, unfazed by Sanji’s complaints.

Sanji huffed, crossing his arms as he glared at Zoro. "No, I’m just tired of you dragging Y/N into your ridiculous contests! A gentleman knows when to call it quits." He glanced at me, concern softening his expression. "And besides, I don’t think Y/N needs to keep proving anything to the likes of you."

I giggled again, feeling a little too lightheaded to care about the bickering. "I’m fine, Sanji. Just a friendly... hiccup... competition."

I'd listen to her if I were you, curly-brow," Zoro taunted, smirking in that infuriating way of his. "Besides, I’m not stopping anytime soon."

I was just about to take another swig, determined to keep going despite the room starting to spin, when suddenly my drink vanished from my hand. "Hey!" I protested, blinking in confusion.

"That's enough, princess," came Law's familiar, cool voice. I turned to see him standing beside me, his usual deadpan expression firmly in place. He had swiped my drink away with ease, as if my competition with Zoro was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

Before I could argue, Zoro leaned back with a satisfied grin. "Looks like that’s my win, then. You owe me a favor."

I scowled playfully, my head still spinning. "No fair! Law cheated—"

Zoro chuckled, waving off my protest. "A win’s a win Y/N." His smirk was wider now, clearly pleased with himself.

Law, on the other hand, simply shrugged. "You’ve had enough. I don’t need you passing out and making my job harder," he said, his tone flat but with a slight edge of concern.

Sanji huffed, glaring at Zoro. "Well, if you weren’t such a brute, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place."

Zoro ignored him, leaning in closer to me. "Remember that favor. I'll be cashing it in soon."

Before I could retort, I noticed the children gathering to leave, their small faces bright with excitement and gratitude. "Bye pirate guys and gals, we'll miss you!" one of the kids called out, waving energetically.

"Thank you for saving all of us!" another chimed in, their eyes wide with admiration.

"And you know what we want to be when we grow up—pirates just like you!" the last one shouted, their voices full of enthusiasm as they waved goodbye.

I smiled warmly, waving back. "Bye guys! Take care!" I called out, my heart swelling at their sweet farewell.

Luffy, always one to embrace the spirit of adventure, let out a hearty laugh.

As the children disappeared from view, the crew exchanged smiles and waves, the mood light and filled with warmth. “Well, I think it’s time for us to head out,” Luffy said, his excitement barely contained.

Just as I was about to take a step, Sanji swept me up into his arms. “Hey, I can walk!” I protested, though my balance was shaky and my words a bit slurred.

Sanji’s eyes were filled with a mixture of concern and affection. “I know you can, but you’ve had a bit too much to drink. I’m not letting you stumble and fall.”

I giggled, resting my head on his shoulder. “Oh, Sanji, you’re such a sweetheart! I’m perfectly fine.”

From a few paces away, Law’s expression darkened, clearly displeased. “Seriously, Sanji? You think you’re the only one who can play the knight in shining armor?”

With a flick of his wrist, Law activated his Devil Fruit power. “Room,” he said smoothly, and suddenly, I found myself in Law’s arms, Sanji’s hold replaced by his firm grip.

Sanji’s eyes widened, his frustration evident. “What the hell, Law! You just can’t let it go, can you?”

I looked up at Law, feeling a mix of amusement and confusion. “Wow, Law, you’re really making a dramatic entrance.”

Law’s gaze was steady, his smirk playful. “If you’re going to be so protective, I figured I’d step in. Can’t let Sanji have all the fun, can I?”

Zoro, leaning against the wall with an amused grin, interjected. “So, Law, what’s the deal? Why are you tagging along with us now?”

Law remained cool and composed. “We’ve formed an alliance. I’m here to ensure our collaboration goes smoothly.”

Sanji’s jealousy flared as he glared at Law. “An alliance, huh? So now you’re just going to join in and take my place?”

Luffy, practically vibrating with enthusiasm, jumped in. “Yep! We’re allies now, and it’s going to be amazing! More friends mean more fun!”

I giggled, the alcohol making everything seem more amusing. “No one can take your place, Sanji,” I said, my words a bit wobbly but full of warmth.

Law, with his usual cool demeanor, leaned in with a grin. “Ready for a ride, princess?” Before I could respond, he activated his Devil Fruit power, and we floated up into the air, landing softly on the deck of the Sunny. He set me down gently in the grass.

Sanji’s eyes flashed with a mix of irritation and disbelief. “Law! You really need to learn your place!”

As Sanji moved towards Law, clearly ready to confront him, I turned to Sanji with a playful smile. “Sanji, is it okay if I get some water? I’m feeling a bit parched.”

Sanji’s frustration dissolved instantly, replaced by an overly affectionate look. “Oh, Y/N, of course! I’ll get you some water right away!”

Zoro, observing the whole scene, snickered. “Looks like Sanji’s not too happy about sharing the spotlight.”

“He’ll be fine,” I said, giggling and reclining on the grass. The alcohol was starting to wear off, leaving me feeling pleasantly relaxed.

Franky, working on a few adjustments to the ship, called out, “The Sunny is ready to go, Luffy!”

“Alright, guys, let’s set sail!” Luffy cheered, and with that, the crew began their departure from Punk Hazard, heading towards their next destination, Dressrosa.

As the hours passed, the effects of the alcohol continued to subside. The crew settled into their usual routines: Zoro was engaged in his strength training, Robin was engrossed in her book, and Luffy, Usopp, Kinemon, and Momo were basking in the sun, laughing and enjoying the warmth.

I lay back on the grass, feeling the gentle sway of the ship beneath me. Turning to my left, I noticed that Law was no longer around. “I wonder where he could be?” I thought aloud, curiosity piqued. As I continued to lay in the sun just a little while longer, my curiosity about Law's sudden disappearance still lingered.

Laws POV…

As we left Punk Hazard behind, the sight of Y/N lying peacefully in the sun caught my attention. Despite the bandages and the traces of exhaustion, there was a serenity about you that contrasted sharply with the chaos we had just endured. The way you basked in the sun’s warmth, without a care in the world, stirred something deep within me.

I found myself reminiscing about the first time I saw you at Sabaody. The fire in your eyes, the defiant attitude—you had an undeniable presence that intrigued me from the start. Your flirtatious nature and unwavering spirit had made you unforgettable. It was clear to me that you were the missing piece of my life, the one I didn’t know I needed until you were there. I often thought about how much Cora would have admired you—your kindness, your strength, and your capacity for love. I had a feeling you’d be mine soon enough.

After a few hours of contemplating, I decided to leave my spot and head to a quieter area of the ship. I needed to use my Transponder Snail without anyone overhearing. Joker must have already arrived, and I wanted to ensure this conversation remained private.

Law’s voice was cold and measured as he responded, “Well, color me surprised, it’s the boss. Didn’t expect you to show up in person.”

Joker’s voice came through, tinged with mockery, “Oh, Law, it’s been far too long. Such a shame you decided not to show your face earlier.”

Ignoring his taunts, I cut to the point. “I figured you’d want to know where Caesar is.” I let the sound of Caesar’s desperate pleas for help come through the line, taunting him.

“Question regarding my cohorts' bodies—where are they?” Joker’s voice took on a more serious tone.

“I couldn’t say, nor do I care. Baby 5 had it coming for her arrogance,” I responded coolly.

Suddenly, Baby 5’s voice could be heard on the line. “Arrogant! It’s not my fault! That harlot has you wrapped around her finger!” Her words were laced with bitterness, and they made me seethe with anger.

Joker’s voice turned more menacing. “Speaking of your little girl, I hear she’s quite the feisty one. I’m sure I can find a place for her here in the palace. After all, she is a ‘Princess,’ isn’t she? And according to what Vergo said, she’s quite the looker. You know how I am with women—once I see them, I can’t seem to take my hands off them.”

The mention of you in such a context filled me with a burning rage. The protective instinct I had for you flared, and I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Touch her, and you’ll find out just how dangerous it can be to cross me. This isn’t a game.”

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. “Besides, we’re not here to talk about her. We’re here to discuss something else. Let’s negotiate.”

Joker’s laughter echoed on the line. “Come on, Law, get serious. Stop pretending to be an adult and let’s cut to the chase. Where are you now?”

I ignored the taunt and pressed on. “What about your business partner, Kaido? Now, I may just be a brat, but he’s someone you don’t want to piss off, right? I wonder how he might react when he finds out you can’t produce SMILE. Who knows? But he doesn’t strike me as the bargaining type.”

Joker’s tone shifted, a hint of irritation creeping in. “Alright, you’ve carried the terms long enough. Let’s discuss this like grown-ups.”

“Resign from the Seven Warlords,” I said firmly. “You have until tomorrow. If I see the headlines in tomorrow’s paper, then I’ll call you, and the deal’s on. If I don’t see it, then my offer is as good as dead.”

I didn’t wait for his response and ended the call abruptly. The line went dead, leaving me with a sense of grim satisfaction. The terms had been set, and now it was a waiting game. I turned my attention back to the main deck, my mind racing with thoughts of our next steps and the looming threat of Joker’s schemes.

Y/N POV…

“The island has vanished into the horizon,” Robin said, her gaze fixed on the receding land.

“Fire, ice, toxic gas, centaurs, and an evil vice admiral—sheesh,” Sanji added, taking a thoughtful drag of his cigarette. “Good riddance to that miserable hellhole.”

“You got that right,” I agreed, slowly getting up from the grass. My body felt a bit stiff from lying down for so long, but the fresh air was invigorating.

Sanji turned to me with a swooning look. “Y/N, how’s my angel doing?”

I giggled at his dramatic expression. “I’m doing much better, actually. I can’t wait for Chopper to help me remove these bandages. It’ll be nice to move around without feeling so restricted.”

Just then, Caesar’s voice broke through the noise. “Oww, Oww, Oww, easy!” he complained, still restrained by sea prism cuffs.

“Will you quit being a baby!” Chopper retorted. “I’d rather be kicking your ass than treating you!”

“You’re lucky I’m a medical professional. Now hold still,” Chopper said, focusing on his task.

Caesar whimpered, “Oww, be gentle, be gentle!” His voice was a mix of pain and frustration.

I smirked at Sanji, feeling a surge of satisfaction. “Just the man I’ve been looking for,” I said, as I made my way toward Caesar.

“Chopper, can you please step aside for me? I’d like to have a little chat with Caesar,” I said, making my way forward.

“Princess! How are you? How’s that right leg of yours? My, you look quite radiant, and I’m so happy you’re alive and well,” Caesar said, trying to back away from me with a forced cheerfulness.

“Caesar, no one’s going to help you with this one,” I said, a sickly sweet smile playing on my lips. I clenched my right hand and connected it with my left palm, activating its electrical charge.

“Y/N, what are you—” Chopper said, trying to figure out what was about to happen.

“You didn’t think I forgot everything you did to me, did you?” I said with a faux sweetness that barely masked the venom beneath. “How you had me chained not once, but twice! How you had your brokers watch me while I was chained and even comment on what a ‘looker’ I was. Oh, and who could forget you saying you couldn’t wait for me to die?”

My right hand crackled with electricity, fully charged and ready.

“Please! Have mercy!” Caesar begged.

I grabbed him with my left hand, lifting him up to face me. “Caesar, you and I both know I’m here to collect for the pain you’ve caused. Besides, I want to show you a new trick I’ve mastered. Don’t worry; it’s not the one I used on your assistant Monet. This one’s far more advanced.”

I grinned with a dark satisfaction, gripping my left arm tightly. I wrapped my right hand around it, channeling the electrical energy from one arm to the other. The current surged and glowed ominously, the air crackling with raw power.

I focused intently, my eyes narrowing as I prepared to unleash my newly mastered technique. “Now, Bolt!” I commanded, my voice resolute.

A brilliant arc of electricity shot from my hand, crashing down onto Caesar. The intense surge of power engulfed him, sending his body into violent convulsions. His screams of pain were lost in the crackle of the electricity, his movements becoming erratic and uncontrolled.

I watched with a mix of grim satisfaction and detached intensity as the electricity coursed through him. His eyes widened in terror, his pleas for mercy barely audible over the crackling energy. Finally, the surge began to subside, leaving Caesar writhing on the ground, his body twitching sporadically.

I took a step back, surveying the damage. Caesar lay there, his once-proud demeanor shattered, reduced to a pitiful heap of misery. His mumbled apologies were nothing more than a feeble echo of his past arrogance.

I crouched beside him, my expression cold and resolute. “Sorry doesn’t cut it,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “You’re about to experience a little taste of Hell. Consider this your punishment.”

As Caesar lay sprawled on the deck, unconscious from my electric punishment, I straightened up with a satisfied smirk. Zoro’s gaze lingered on me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something darker.

“Well, well,” Zoro said, leaning casually against the railing with a smirk. “I have to admit, that was quite a show. I’m tempted to cash in on that favor sooner rather than later.”

I raised an eyebrow, letting a playful smile curve my lips. “Oh really? And what sort of favor are you imagining?” I asked, my voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

Zoro sauntered over, his gaze never leaving mine, a predatory glint in his eye. “I was thinking maybe a private rendezvous. Somewhere away from prying eyes where you can show me more of those ‘advanced’ tricks you were talking about. I’m curious to see if you can back up that fierce reputation of yours.”

I met his gaze with a playful smirk, letting my eyes linger on him. “A private rendezvous sounds intriguing,” I said, my tone dripping with flirtation. “But what kind of tricks are you hoping to see?”

Zoro’s lips curled into a smirk as he took another step closer, his body heat radiating toward me. “I’m thinking something that’ll leave us both breathless,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to see if you’re as captivating in private as you are in the middle of a fight.”

Sanji’s eyes flared with a mix of anger and protectiveness. “I saw that, moss head! Don’t you dare think you can make a move on Y/N. I already have enough on my plate with Law hanging around!”

Zoro raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean? I’m just stating an idea for the favor she owes since she lost the drinking game.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “To be fair, Law took my drink away from me!”

Sanji, seizing the opportunity, wrapped his arms around me in a protective hug. “Don’t worry, Y/N. Mosshead won’t be going along with his plans, not while I’m around.”

I looked up at Sanji and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. His face flushed a deep red. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” I said with a playful grin.

Then, I slowly made my way to Zoro, leaning in to kiss his cheek as well. I whispered lowly, “Looks like you’re going to have to think harder on that favor.” I giggled, stepping back and giving them both a teasing wink.

Zoro’s smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of surprise and contemplation. “Alright, you’ve got me thinking. I’ll come up with something memorable, just you wait.”

“What the hell happened here!” Law’s voice cut through, and I turned to see him eyeing Caesar, who was being patched up by Chopper. His gaze then shifted to me, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Oh, there you are! I was wondering where you went,” I said, trying to hide my amusement over Caesar’s condition.

“You should have seen it, Traffy. Y/N gave Caesar quite the shock,” Zoro said with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Law’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What do you mean by shock?” he asked, clearly trying to get the truth out of Zoro.

Before Zoro could respond, Luffy’s voice cut through the tension. “So... Traffy, is Dressrosa cool or what?”

Law sighed, shaking his head. “We’re not going sightseeing,” he said firmly. “We have important business there.”

“Wait! THE Dressrosa?” Kin’emon suddenly exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Law glanced over at him. “What’s the matter? You know the place?”

“Yes, that’s the very destination I was heading to,” Kin’emon replied.

Before the conversation could continue, Nami interrupted, her eyes on the horizon. “Guys, we’re moving crazy fast. The current’s shifted.”

Luffy, oblivious to the mounting tension, just grinned. “Awesome! Let’s go even faster!”

Law pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration but continued explaining the directions, trying to keep things on track. Zoro, leaning casually against the railing, added in his typical sarcastic tone, “Is this guy always such a know-it-all smart ass?”

I giggled at Zoro’s comment, drawing Law’s gaze. He raised an eyebrow at me, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement.

Before he could speak, Robin chimed in, her voice calm but curious. “I saw you talking with someone over the transponder snail earlier. Why don’t you tell us who it was?”

I grinned, teasing Law. “So that’s where you’ve been hiding, huh? Keeping secrets?”

Law's expression hardened, his tone serious as he answered, “It was Doflamingo.”

“DOFLAMINGO?!” Usopp shouted, his voice filled with exaggerated shock. His wide eyes and flailing arms added to the dramatics, making everyone glance at him.

“Come on, Usopp,” I said with a chuckle, playfully rolling my eyes. "No need to freak out just yet."

Usopp, still wide-eyed, waved his arms frantically. “He’s the most evil one, Y/N! How can you be so unfazed?”

Before I could answer, Luffy chimed in, “Alright, everyone, gather around! Let’s talk about the plan!” We all gathered around as Luffy began to explain the alliance he and Law had formed.

The crew’s collective gasp filled the air. “You formed an alliance… to kill one of the Four Emperors?!” The surprise in their voices was palpable.

“This plan is pretty great!” Zoro grinned, clearly on board with the idea.

I couldn’t help but grin back at him, the energy contagious. “Oh, you bet it is!”

“It is NOT great!” Usopp exclaimed, still looking like he was one step away from a heart attack. “Wait, Luffy, can you explain this alliance again? Like… clearly?”

“Sure thing, Usopp!” Luffy laughed, completely oblivious to Usopp’s anxiety. “So, we’re joining up with the Heart Pirates to do stuff, and let’s all try to get along, okay?”

Law, standing nearby with his arms crossed, looked visibly annoyed at Luffy’s carefree explanation.

I giggled at the sight, my excitement bubbling over. “Aww, this means I get to see Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi again!” The mere thought of reuniting with them made me giddy. Law's expression softened slightly at my words, though he still maintained his usual stoic demeanor.

Sanji, however, couldn’t help but scoff under his breath, probably not too thrilled with the idea of me hanging out with Law’s crew. Zoro, of course, noticed and shot Sanji a smug look, clearly enjoying the rising tension.

“You know what happens once Luffy makes up his mind,” Sanji said, handing me a glass of water with a concerned look.

“Thanks, Sanji,” I said, taking a sip and giving him a reassuring smile.

“At least the whole kidnapping thing makes sense,” Sanji continued, pointing toward Caesar with a grimace. “Considering it’s not Luffy’s style. Usually, if he brought this weird sheep thing on board, he’d want me to cook it.”

Caesar, still feeling the sting of my previous shock, managed a pained laugh. “Shorororro! Do you simpletons honestly think you’ll get away with this madness? You’re about to have some of the most powerful names hunting you down!”

Caesar sneered, “You pea-brain savages, your stupidity will be your death… And I can’t wait for Doflamingo to kill you, princess!”

As Caesar's taunts echoed through the room, Law tensed, his hand instinctively moving toward his sword. His eyes narrowed, a cold fury evident in his gaze. “Keep pushing and you’ll find out what happens when you push me too far,” he growled, ready to strike if necessary.

Sanji, too, was on edge. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white as he glared at Caesar. “Say another word and I’ll make sure you regret it,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

I finished my glass of water, handing it back to Sanji with a smile of gratitude, though my eyes remained locked on Caesar. As soon as he turned away, I clenched my right hand and connected it with my left palm, activating the electrical charge once more.

“Caesar, what did I tell you about making threats?” I said, my voice cold and unwavering. “It seems you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Without waiting for a response, I delivered a shock-filled punch directly to Caesar, electricity coursing through his body. His pained shrieks echoed, and he convulsed from the intensity of the shock.

“Not cool, Y/N!” Chopper shouted, his voice filled with frustration. “I’m still treating him! Just wait until I’m done!”

I shot Chopper a smirk. “Serves him right for not learning the first time. He’s lucky I didn’t use a second bolt this time.” I leaned in closer to Caesar, my expression icy. “Next time, maybe you’ll think twice before making threats.”

Sanji POV..

The hours had passed since Y/N delivered that electric shock to Caesar. It served him right for making those threats about her. Speaking of Y/N, I hadn’t seen her in a few hours, and it was starting to get dark.

I approached Law, who was hunched over a map, deep in thought. “Hey Traffy, have you seen Y/N? She’s supposed to get her bandages rewrapped and take some medication for her injuries,” I said, my concern evident.

Law looked up, his expression hardening into a glare. Just as he was about to speak, Nami cut in. "Oh, Y/N? Yeah, she’s taking a bath with Momo," Nami said casually.

Law, Kinemon, and I all yelled in unison, "WHAT?!"

Without another word, we rushed to the stairs, determined to see if what Nami said was true. I didn’t care if Momo was only eight years old; there was no way he should be in the bath with Y/N.

As we reached the bath, the door swung open, revealing Y/N wrapped in a short towel, clutching it close to her chest, a towel on her head, and slippers on her feet. Momo, meanwhile, was clinging to Y/N’s hand, his head nuzzled between her chest.

Y/N looked up, noticing our presence, and smiled. “Oh, perfect timing! Kinemon, I need some clothes if you would,” she said. “Momo is holding onto the towel, and I could use some help putting on my clothes as well.”

Our attention, however, was drawn to Momo’s mischievous grin. “What are you grinning at?” we all yelled in unison, startling Momo.

Sanji was the first to react. “We can see right through that act of yours. You think you can get away with this just because you’re a kid?”

Kinemon added, “You must cut off your top, not in shame,” which only made Momo cry.

Law was about to say something when Nami intervened with a punch to our heads. “Hey! Why are you ganging up on a child like that? You jerks!”

“But... but…” I stammered, still processing the situation.

Momo, now visibly upset, ran to Nami and hugged her tightly. “You’re such a good boy,” Nami cooed. “You can sleep with Robin, and me tonight.”

Just then, Momo turned to us with an evil grin that only solidified our suspicions. It was clear that Momo had been enjoying every minute of our confusion and distress. His grin seemed to say, "Gotcha!"

Law, Kinemon, and I exchanged frustrated glances, realizing that Momo’s innocent act had been nothing more than a clever ruse.

“Hey, Y/N, you still need help with putting on your clothes?” Nami asked, her tone warm and considerate.

Y/N turned to her, holding onto her short towel. “I may need something flowy and not too tight. I still have to wrap a fresh set of bandages. I’m hoping with the ointment King gave me, I won’t need them any longer.” Nami nodded.

“Y/N, why don’t I fetch you one of my shirts? It’s oversized and flowy.” I said.

“Why, thank you, Sanji. That would be perfect,” Y/N replied with a grateful smile.

My face flushed, quickly nodded and headed off to fetch the shirt. Law, meanwhile, observed the exchange with a hint of jealousy. He stepped forward, his voice smooth and suggestive. “Y/N, let’s get those bandages taken care of now. Wouldn’t want you catching a cold standing here, although I wouldn’t mind nursing you back to health myself.”

I felt a surge of irritation. Before I could react, Y/N responded with a playful tone, “Thank you, Law. I may need a bit of help getting down, however.”

Law smirked, “That won’t be a problem.”

With a subte, almost challenging glance at me, Law said, “Room,” and with that, he and Y/N disappeared, leaving me to stew in the cool air that now seemed to chill me more than the room.

Y/N POV…

Law teleported us to the medical ward on the Sunny. I clutched my towel, still shivering slightly as I made my way to the small bed. The cold of the room was a stark contrast to the warmth I had hoped for.

“Alright, Y/N,” Law said with a teasing smirk, his eyes glinting with a mix of affection and mischief. “Why don’t you tell the Doctor what you need? I’m all ears.”

“Well, Doctor,” I said, tilting my head and attempting to keep my voice steady, “I’m in need of some fresh bandages, a bit of assistance, and applying some ointment so my wounds heal faster.”

Law's fingers were steady and precise as he applied the ointment to my right leg, but his touch was anything but clinical. Each stroke was deliberate, lingering just a bit longer than necessary, making me squirm as the warmth spread through my skin. I bit my lip to keep any sounds at bay, but a soft sigh escaped as his hand brushed closer to the sensitive areas of my thigh.

When he moved up to my chest, his touch was more intimate. His fingers glided over my skin with a gentle, teasing pressure. I could feel his breath against my skin, and every now and then, his lips would come close, creating a mix of sensations that made me shiver. His touch was both soothing and stimulating, causing me to arch slightly under his ministrations.

“You know,” Law said with a teasing smirk, his eyes never leaving mine, “you’re making it quite difficult to stay professional.”

I looked up at him with a playful smile, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Oh, am I? I suppose that’s part of the fun.”

Law chuckled softly, his gaze darkening with an unreadable emotion. He continued applying the ointment, his touch growing more deliberate as he moved to my left arm. His fingers traced patterns on my skin, each movement slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every second of it.

As he finished, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I must admit, you’re quite distracting, Y/N. But in a way that makes it all the more enjoyable.”

I met his gaze with a teasing glint in my eyes. “And you’re quite the expert at keeping things interesting, Doctor.”

Law’s smirk widened, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “Well, I’m glad you think so. Because I have a feeling this isn’t over yet.”

As he spoke, he continued applying the ointment with meticulous care, his touch lingering and gentle. He wrapped the bandages around my injuries, his fingers brushing against my skin with a tenderness that made me shiver. Each movement was deliberate, his attention focused on ensuring that I was as comfortable as possible.

Just then, the door to the medical ward swung open, and Sanji walked in, holding out a blue dress shirt. “Y/N, I got you a dress shirt instead,” he said, his cheeks flushed as he noticed me wrapped in nothing but a towel. “I didn’t know which color you wanted, so I got you blue. I hope you don’t mind.” I looked up at him, a playful smile on my lips. “Sanji, how did you know blue was my favorite color?” I giggled, taking the shirt from him.

Sanji handed me the blue dress shirt, his eyes following me as I slipped it on. The fabric fell smoothly over my body, and I took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of his cologne. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I looked up at Sanji with a playful grin. “Is this the same cologne you had on Punk Hazard?” I asked, my voice laced with affection. “I’m going to be thinking about you every night now.”

Sanji’s face turned a deep crimson, his eyes widening in surprise and a hint of bashfulness. “I, uh, thought you’d like it,” he stammered, trying to keep his cool but failing as his gaze remained fixed on me.

I made my way towards him, the shirt slipping loosely over my figure. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I deliberately left two buttons undone, letting the shirt fall open slightly. “So, Sanji, do you like what you see?” I teased, my voice light and flirtatious.

Sanji’s eyes were locked on me, his usual confident demeanor faltering under the weight of my teasing. “Y-You look incredible,” he managed to say, his voice trembling with a mix of admiration and nervousness.

Leaning in, I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, the contact soft but filled with affection. “Thanks for the shirt, Sanji. I’ll be thinking of you whenever I wear it,” I said with a sweet smile.

Sanji’s face was a deep shade of red, his eyes darting away as he tried to regain his composure. “You’re welcome, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

With one last flirtatious wink, I turned and headed toward the door. “I’ll see you boys in the morning,” I said, stepping out of the medical ward and making my way to my room.

As I settled into bed, the blue shirt felt like a warm, comforting embrace. The scent of Sanji’s cologne lingered, wrapping around me and making me smile. I drifted off to sleep, filled with thoughts of the evening’s tender moments and the warmth of Sanji’s affection, feeling like I was wrapped in a gentle embrace even in my dreams.

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