#and attached to me and begging me to return his affections nonstop what do you MEAN his character is actually kind of tragic in a way UGHH

[ivyloveheart]

delving deeper into and analyzing king candy's character makes me feel so sick oh mygod

[tyongiecore]

winter, some chocolate and a bunch of love | LTY ; fluff, 1.3k

— Come on, Taeyong! — you yell at him, looking through the window. It's snowing out there, the ground is covered by a white tapestry and tiny snowflakes fall nonstop from the night sky.

— I'm comfortable in here. — on the bed, he is wrapped in a heavy and fluffy blanket, showing only his eyes and nose. — You can go if you want.

— But I wanna go with you. — you sit on his chair, sliding across the room until where he is. — You know, it's our first winter together. — you pout, looking at him with watering eyes.

He shifts under his soft fortress, making funny noises as if he is upset.

— You do this — he points at your expression. — just because you know I can't say no.

— Please, baby! — you beg, getting up the chair and jumping on him. — I'll make you hot chocolate when we get back. Please, please?

— With marshmallows? — now, he is the one making an emotional appeal. His boba eyes sparkle like a galaxy, an entire universe in front of you. 

— Anything you want. — you cup his face, half covered by the blanket. — It's a win-win situation, don't you think?

— Yeah. — he gets up, sitting on the mattress with you in his arms. He hugs you tight, covering your cheeks with popped kisses while you giggle under his touch.

You try to run away off his arms, but he is stronger.

— Taeyong, please! — he tickles you now, and your belly hurts from laughing so much.

— Alright, alright. — he gently touches your lips with his, kiss after kiss after kiss. — Let's go outside, my snow princess.

— Wow, wow! — Taeyong is amazed, his eyes going everywhere.

— It’s beautiful, isn’t it? — you are attached to each other. Your arm is intertwined with his, while your free hand squeezes his biceps.

— It is. — he supports the side of his face on the top of your head.

You two walk slowly along the frozen sidewalk, taking care not to fall. It’s kinda late and it’s basically just you and the boy you love the most enjoying the freezing night. Probably the rest of the people are in their homes like Taeyong wishes he was: hiding under a bunch of blankets, wearing stocks and what else.

But he couldn’t deny that to you, could he?

Not far away, you see a bench with an awning, which can protect you two from the snow.

— Let's sit there for a bit.

Still holding on each other, you rest. Taeyong puts his arm around you, bringing you even closer to him, hugging you and rubbing his gloved hands on your arm and thigh while you rest your head into his shoulder. The sound of the wind is the only thing you hear. The icy smoke comes out with each breath and you just enjoy each other's warm company in silence.

After a couple minutes, the man whispers into your ear.

— I can’t believe you bring me out here to fall asleep in the street.

Laughing, you turn your head to look at his profile. It’s been almost a year since you two are dating, but every single time you look at Taeyong, butterflies flying in your stomach. The beauty of that man is unbelievable, and every now and then you can’t but think about how your life ended up like this.

— I don’t, you silly.

— So why are you so quiet?

— I’m just thinking.

— Thinking about…?

You raise your body slightly, adjusting your posture on the bench.

— Us. — you hold onto him even more. He returns the affection, protecting you from the wind as he can.

— Thinking about how we are good together? — he giggles in that nasal cute way of his.

— Actually it’s more about how I ended up here with you.

— Literally or figuratively?

— You know what I meant.

— But why this? Why now? — Taeyong doesn’t look at you, but his caressing is nonstop, in a way to assure you that he is attentive to everything you want to say to him.

Even you can’t say exactly why. Your anxious mind is like this, always triggering when you are comfortable. Sometimes you feel tired. Sometimes you feel lonely. And most of the time you feel insufficient. It feels like in a snap of fingers he will no longer be with you. But you know very well that it has nothing to do with him. It’s your problem, and only yours.

— I love you so much, — you start. — but sometimes I feel I can’t bear it.

— Hey, hey. — the hand that was on your thigh now goes towards your face, cheeks reddened from the cold, and his eyes search for yours. You lean your head under his touch, feeling all his affection at the moment. — What do you mean you can't bear it?

— Ugh, I look like a fool. — you scoff. — You are infinitely good but my mind is against me.

— Is it something I did? — his brows frowned, concern visible on his features. — Please, tell me if I messed up with you.

— No, baby. Please! — you put your hands over his, trying to calm him down, looking deep into his huge orbs. — It is not about you, not at all.

— I hate to see you like this. — he is really upset. You rarely see Taeyong like that, but it seems that when it comes to you, his feelings are on the edge. — Tell me what bothers you.

— It is just… — you sigh. — I love you, Taeyong. I love you so much. My love for you is so great that my heart is overwhelmed. Now, at this moment, I know how much I love you. But I also know that tomorrow I will love you even more. How is it even possible? It sounds crazy, right? Am I crazy?

You run over words, speaking faster than you wanted to because of the state of nerves you are in.

He smiles at you in the most gentle possible way, not understanding exactly why you are so stressed, but deep in his heart he is overflowing by the words you just said.

— And since when is loving too much a problem? — he tilts his head. — Because I love you too. A lot, you know?

— I don't doubt it.

— So?

— I just wanna know if I am enough. — you look down, avoiding the deep gaze of the man who is so close.

He takes your face between his hands to rub his reddened nose over yours.

— If you don't doubt my love, you shouldn't doubt that either.

You close your eyes, feeling his hot minty breath in your skin.

— I'm sorry. — you pull his lips gently with yours, kissing him slowly. — I'm so dumb. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

— I flow for you.

Suddenly, Taeyong starts to sing on your lips.

— Your move, your mood, your mode.

At each verse, he kisses you.

— All of your sides. 

Kisses your nose.

— I love you.

Kisses your cheeks.

— All of you.

Kisses your forehead.

— Head to toe.

Kisses your chin.

— I love you.

And with the final verse, he kisses you deeply. Your bodies are glued together. The beat of your hearts in sync. The feeling of your hot mouths contrasts with the cold weather.

You love Taeyong, and he loves you. Anyone who has eyes can see. And most importantly, you both know. There is no more space for doubt, only the certainty that what you feel for each other is entirely reciprocal.

[laromurl]

One Piece Fanfiction

Zoro Roronoa x Nila Faurgard (OC)

A/N: this is just part one of I don't know how many.

Nila heaved in and out trying to control her rushing heart but the pain of her missing arm was too much. Her head was buzzing. Blood and dirt blurred her vision. She stumbled from tree to tree trying to get away from that maniac but all she could muster was keeling over on her knees, begging for her father to return. How could he leave her? How could he look her in the eye and order Fro to keep going? Her own father threw her to the sharks.

She didn't know what island she was on and the sea prism cuffs were cutting off her fruit powers. She had no way to defend herself. She let herself become too confident against a warlord but this time Ace nor her father were here to save her. He was right. She was too weak. Too stupid and arogant. And now she was going to die.

Nila made it towards edge of the forest. Her head was burning hot and she was caughing out blood, she was weaving in and out of consciousness. She suspected she had a few broken ribs.

She stumbled closer to the clearing of the shore and toppled over when her legs couldn't hold her up. The ghost of her right arm was in defeaning pain and she was slipping more and more in to unconsciousness. She was closer to giving up than ever before.

Fuck you father. I'll kill you. Her eyes rolled back and she fell on her face.

"Oi, Sanji. Is that a girl crawling towards us?"

Nila heard the voice and looked up to find a couple of figures running towards her bombarding her with questions. Her vision was too blurry to tell how many or who it was. But she didn't care. Worst case scenerio they would finish off what Doflamingo started.

"H-Help m-me." She managed to whisper and passed out.

Her saviors were Sanji, Nami, Franky, and Usopp from the Strawhat Pirates. They had just landed on that island expecting to find some resources.

They approached her carefully, Nami calling for the girl to be okay. She didn't know what to do but she knew they couldn't just leave this half dead girl in an island that had just been invaded by Navy. She probably was their victim. She turned to the boys. "Let's take her to Sunny." She turned to Franky to ask him to pick her up but he was already kneeling. "Do you think she was the one the Navy was here for?" He asked.

"I don't know. But..."

"She is dieing. The Navy just left." Sanji finished.

Usopp protested, jumping back from Franky and the girl. "Eh. Wait wait, what if she's one of those navy soldiers? This could be a trap!"

Sanji brushed Nila's blood plastered hair to the side and thought for a second. He noticed she was a beautiful girl so his concern for her multiplied incredibly. "She's harmless." He cooed making the others roll their eyes.

Franky picked her up carefully and ran with her to Sunny. She was losing so much blood. Her hand dropped from Franky's arm and Nami saw the sea prism cuff. "I don't think she is with the Navy." She said pointing out her wrist.

Noone said anything until they got back on the ship and presented her to Chopper. "Ehhh!!! Who is she?" He asked. He hurried to get the room ready for her. Her breathing was already getting low.

"We found her in the forest by the abandoned city. Can you save her?" Nami was concerned.

Luffy and the others were already running back to the ship as soon as Nami called Zoro and Robin.

Of course, Luffy asked about the mysterious girl as he was trying to butt into the room but Chopper held a strict no coming in policy while he worked on her.

While they waited for a few hours outside the room, Chopper worked on Nila nonstop. He didn't have an arm to reattach so he cleaned her wound and sewed it. She had lost an incredible amount of blood it was surprising that she was still alive but it was a good thing, there was someone else from the crew with the same blood type.

Chopper used his transponder to call for Zoro. He was relunctant but he complied when Nami persuaded him with a few head slaps. He didn't know this woman so he grumbled all the way into the room.

"Thank you." Chopper smiled. "She will thank you I'm sure." He pointed at the girl in the bed and Zoro's face went pale.

He knew this girl. She's alive! Just barely but with his help she would be okay.

Zoro grimaced and held his arm out for chopper. "Can she be saved?" The worry in his tone was subtle but Chopper caught onto it.

Chopper prepped Zoro's arm and nodded. "Zoro, you know her?"

Zoro watched her carefully. Her face was scrunched in pain and the blood was still over her eyes but he nodded. "Her name is Nila Faurgard. She's a pirate. I thought she was dead."

Chopper attached him to the IV and made sure he was okay before going out an conveying this news to the rest of the crew.

The last name Faurgard rang a few bells among a couple of the older members. "Faurgard used to be the name of the warlord from twenty years ago." Robin pointed out.

"Yes I remember." Brook laughed not out of hilarity. "He was a cruel warlord. He killed a bunch of Navy men because the Navy didn't let him kill some civilians that went against his order. He's a terrible man." He added shaking his head.

"And the girl in there is his daughter?" Nami asked. Her concern wasn't for their safety but for Nila's.

"I told you she could be dangerous!" Usopp didn't waste a second to freak out about her.

"She's not dangerous." Franky butted in. He had his eyes closed and was shaking his head. "She is always running away from her father. She used to come to water 7 and ask for help but noone wanted to fight Nero. After a while she never returned. We assumed the poor child was dead. There was a rumor that her father turned her brother in to the Navy to prove a point to her."

"Not even the Navy want to touch her." Brook added. "Nero Faurgard has become a nuisance more than a threat."

"Zoro seems to care." Chopper pointed out. "He seemed 'worked up' when he saw her."

The others said nothing. It wasn't odd to see Zoro worried about someone, specially his friends, but it was always intimidating. He almost always was going to fight someone but Nila had run the Navy off this island.

After a few hours the crew dispersed and went back to sea. No further words had been exchanged about Nila but she was on everyone's mind. Just how powerful is she? Would her father attack them to get her back? Does she really not have an arm?

Nila was still unconcious three days later. Chopper, under Zoro's watch, kept an eye on her arm for infections. Zoro didn't want to be there when she woke up and so spent most of his day guarding her room from the outside. He wanted to make sure that she wouldn't attack them. The only people who were allowed go in the room would be Chopper, Sanji, and Nami.

Three more days passed and she was no longer in peril but she had a high fever and had yet to wake up. In the middle of the night, she began to shake and talk loudly in her sleep that it woke up Zoro from his nap. He went in, not wanting to wake an exhausted Chopper, and changed her bandages. That calmed her down a bit.

He replaced the towel on her forehead and dried her face off from the sweat. Zoro looked at her face a little longer than usual. He had never done this but if he had just taken the time to really pay attention he would have seen this woman. The one who wanted to get away from her life. He could have seen the strength in her heart.

He noticed all the scars he had left her throughout their many encounters. The scar on her left cheek was barely visible now and the one above her left eye was really light. He remembers the fights where he gave those to her.

Now that she was with them, she felt responsible for her. She had asked him to save her multiple times and all he did was try to turn her away. He clenched his teeth becoming frustrated with himself. He shouldn't be feeling so guilty.

He didn't understnad why it was affecting him so much but she was alive. He should have believed Nila all those years ago.

Nila grumbled in her sleep before her eyes fluttered slowly. She opened them. She was in the dark, confused and dazed. A dim candle stood on the stand beside her, poorly lighting the man that sat there. She stood up too quickly once she realized who it was and fell over the bed in trying to use her non exitant arm.

"Faurgard! Don't move." Zoro scorned. He picked her up, holding her carefully even though he was irriated with her and the feelings she provoked in him.

"Let go of me...Roronoa." She managed to say between heaves of breath. She still wasn't good. Her head was killing her and her arm opened again sending a throbbing pulse through her shoulder. She bit her tongue to stop her whimpers. Zoro was a pirate hunter as far as she knew, even if he hadn't caught her before, he didn't help.

"Let me..."

"Oi, Zoro what are you doing to my patient!?" Chopper bellowed. He had heard the commotion and immediately ran down to look. He wasn't pleased finding Nila in his arms, half dazed with blood soaking through the bandaids.

"She fell." He threw her on the bed. This time not careful. "Take care of her." He humphed on his way out. He took his seat guarding the door again.