#and then my father joined in and started talking about how all her songs are about her wxes….?

[vampiricbisexuality]

last noghr my brother started slut-shaming taylor swift and arianna grande and it was like. Sir. Waht.

[lavnderwonu]

So High School | Kim Mingyu

pairing: fiancé!mingyu x pregnant!fem!reader

rating: fluff, mature

genre: non-idol au, slice of life, established relationship

summary: you and your fiancé haven't discussed the idea of you having children, but with your wedding approaching, the idea of starting a family with him has been on your mind.

warnings: please read ALL! contains smut! not much but a little! (!!!) some time skips, reader gets pregnant, planned pregnancy, reader's mom loves mingyu, reader deals with morning sickness (for my fellow emetophobics this may be triggering!), minwon coworkers mentioned, smut warnings: creampie, unprotected sex, multiple rounds mentioned, backshots, fingering.

word count: 3k

AHEM! go listen to so high school by taylor swift (perhaps while you read!)

author's note!: i listened to taylor waaaay too much while i was writing this, as you can probably tell by the title 🫣 what can i say! guilty. my first time writing slice of life au! i had fun lowkey. AGHHH i just love writing cute mingyu esp when it involves future dad mingyu. the song lyrics are meant to be spacers for the time-skips btw! shoutout to @jenoslutie for also supporting my vision with this 💋 muah xo

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I feel so high school every time I look at you, I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you...

Mingyu was your dream man in many ways than one. The perfect boy to bring home to your parents, cooked delicious meals for you, and overall made you feel safe. 

You two had been engaged for months now, and wedding planning was well underway, the date set for early into the new year. As if it wasn’t stressful enough, your mom had already started questioning whether the two of you had wanted children, or planned to in the future. The answer was always the same,

“Mom, I don’t know… we haven’t talked about it into a lot of detail… maybe later on…” or “C’mon, we’re still young, Mom!” 

Mingyu didn’t know any of this, and you’d probably never tell him, not wanting him to feel pressured by your badgering mother. You both knew you wanted children eventually, but you never talked that far into the future.

But… you also thought… maybe you would want to have children, if it was with Mingyu. 

Mingyu would be the father to play dress up and makeovers with your daughter, have tea parties with her, or play with faux tools with your son and pretend to fix things, and play with plastic dinosaurs.

You couldn't picture anybody that would be more perfect to do it with than him.

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? It's just a game, but really I'm bettin' on all three for us two...

Mingyu stands at the kitchen counter, cooking dinner like he usually does, and he usually insists since he gets home a little earlier from work than you do most days. 

You come from the kitchen after changing out of your work clothes to see him chopping garlic as a pot is boiling on the stove. 

“What are you making?”

“Agio e olio,” Mingyu responds, looking up to smile at you briefly. “I know it’s your favorite, and you said you were craving it.”

You smile, coming over to kiss him on the cheek quickly. “Thank you, you make it so good anyway.” You chuckle as he playfully rolls his eyes. 

He tosses the garlic in a pan on the stove, stirring it a little, then adds the pasta to the boiling water.

You decide now is the time to break your silence, and tell him what’s been on your mind lately.

“Gyu,” You speak up. “… I think we should talk about something.” 

“What?” Mingyu’s gaze turns to meet yours, a concerned look on his face, and you immediately want to kiss him and make it go away.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been thinking…” You pause, racking your brain on how to word what you’re about to tell him, also given that you didn’t want to scare him. “What do you think about us… having a baby?” 

You look up at his undeniable surprised expression; after all you did come out of nowhere with that statement.

“I mean, I know we haven’t really discussed it much, and we’re getting married in a few months… but I have been thinking about it a lot, and I want to, we’re at that age-“ You break out into a nervous ramble before he cuts you off.

“I’ve thought about it too. I thought it should be something that we should…you know… talk about.” Mingyu says.

“I don’t want to put any pressure on you, or I guess, on us.” You continue. “I know we’re not married officially yet, and our wedding isn’t until a few more months, but I don’t know, I think I want to.” 

Mingyu turns to you, smiling ear to ear in the adorable happy puppy way he typically does when he’s over the top excited about something. “I know, me too.”

“Does this mean… we’re trying?” You can’t even hide your smile, your cheeks hurt as you attempt to be the least bit nonchalant.

“Yeah… fuck… c’mere.” Mingyu pulls you closer to him, kissing you fervently.

You pull back, releasing his grip from your waist.

“Hey, after dinner,” You smirk, giggling at his eagerness. “You’re gonna burn your garlic.”

“Mingyu… I can’t, fuck-“ You whine, your face nearly buried into the pillow underneath you.

“Yeah you can baby…” Mingyu grunts, his hand slides up your back to push you down even more. “Taking it all like a good girl…”

You nearly collapse as you can barely hold yourself up anymore, and you’re being pushed forward almost to the headboard from the force of him behind you.

“I’m gonna come, ‘gyu.” You cry, your hand trailing down to rub tight circles on your clit, making your thighs tremble as you push yourself closer to the edge. 

“Go on baby…” Mingyu groans, feeling you get tighter around him. “Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”

You cry his name again as he pushes you over the edge, white-knuckling the sheets as he keeps thrusting inside you, almost even harder.

“Fuck…”  He groans as he slows down, stilling before he comes inside you.

He pulls out, watching himself drip out of you briefly as he curses under his breath, before he pushes it back inside you with two fingers, making you whine.

“Sorry, baby…” Mingyu sweetly apologizes.

You flip over on your back, pulling him down to kiss him.

“I wanna go again…” You say against his lips, pushing his sweaty long hair back.

“Really?” He asks sweetly, leaning down to kiss your neck a few times. “Wasn’t too much?”

“Never…”

Truth, dare, spin bottles, You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle, Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto...

The next few weeks were just the usual. Going into work during the day, shopping for the wedding with your sister, … Mingyu practically never leaving you alone, but that you wouldn’t complain about.

“What kind of flowers are you guys doing?” Your sister asks you. The two of you made plans to get coffee, and you guys typically talked about whatever. She always voiced her opinion on your life whether it was boyfriends, career moves, and now: your wedding.

“White lilies; one of my favorites. Mingyu said I could just pick what I wanted, he’s happy with whatever I choose.” You say.

“That’s sweet,” She smiles, stirring her matcha latte. “Even though, he probably doesn’t care.” She chuckles.

“You’re probably right, I think he has other things on his mind other than flowers.” You laugh, only you know what you mean by that. 

You never told her the both of you had been trying to have a baby.

“I’ve always liked him, though, you know that.” She smiles. “If there’s anybody you marry and spend forever with, i'm glad it’s him. He’s just right for you.”

You smile, glancing down as your gaze flickers on your sparkling engagement ring under the coffee shop lights.

You’re definitely glad it’s him.

“Do you mind if we go into the grocery store down the street? I need to just run in and get a few things.” She asks you.

You nod. “Yeah, that’s fine. I could probably use a few things too.” 

“How do you know if a watermelon is a really good one?” She asks you, as the fruit by the entrance catches her eye.

“You’re asking me?” You laugh. “I have no idea, I have heard though if they’re a dark green, it’s too watery.”

“You were always good at picking them, I know Mom used to always say that.” She replies. “Maybe I won’t get one, are they even in season?”

“Probably not, it’s November. Anyway, what did you need here?” You say, grabbing a hand basket for yourself.

“Just usual stuff, yogurt… eggs, oat milk, some strawberries… whatever else I find that I think i need.” She says, placing strawberries and avocados in her cart. Already straying from the list. 

You follow her, bagging up some apples, cucumbers, and brussel sprouts into your basket. 

You’re both wandering down the ice cream aisle, as you’re grabbing whatever pint of peanut butter ice cream you can find, when your sister speaks up.

“Oh! Let’s go to the hygiene section, I need to get some tampons. That time of the month soon.”

You pause, ice cream in hand, suddenly racking your brain trying to remember when the last time your period was. A few weeks ago? Last month? Were you supposed to get it? Were you late?

“Y/n…? What’s wrong? Everything okay?” She asks, seemingly able to read your inner monologue going on in your head. 

“Y-yeah…” You reply, placing the ice cream in your basket, all while your heart is still racing. Was it joy? Nervousness? “It’s just… I can’t remember the last time I had my period…”

I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night Your friends are around, so be quiet, I'm trying to stifle my sighs 'Cause I feel so high school, Every time I look at you...

“I feel bad doing this without him,” You say, staring down at the two blinking pregnancy tests on the counter. “Mingyu should be here…”

“He’ll be home from work soon won’t he? You’ll tell him then. C’mon, he’ll understand, practically sister code for me to be the first one to know.” She replies, checking the time on her phone. 

It’s true, you both always did tell each other everything before you told anybody else. 

“It’s almost time.”

“I can’t look.” You anxiously turn away. “It’s killing me.”

“How did this happen?” She asks. “I mean… not to be nosey….”

“Well we talked about it, and we’ve been kinda… sorta, trying to get pregnant.” 

“What?! How come you didn’t tell me you were?” She exclaims, playfully shoving you.

“We decided to about a little over a month ago. We talked about it, we decided it was something we both wanted,” You start, just as her phone timer goes off, you quickly turn around from the counter. “Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t look.”

“I’ll do it first,” She says, shoving her way in front of you. “Oh my god… y/n…” You can hear the excitement and smile in her voice.

You turn around, facing the two tests.

You see it, “pregnant”, displayed clearly on both.

“Oh my god, I don’t,” You almost stutter, lost for words. “I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Good news?” She asks.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You smile, suddenly becoming teary, feeling a bunch of emotions at once. Excitement. Nervousness.  “I just- fuck… I wish Mingyu was here. I didn’t want to find out like this.”

“Relax, you’ll tell him later,” She laughs. “Especially ‘cause I know you won’t be able to keep this from him long.”

“No, you’re absolutely right. There’s no way I’m holding it in.”

And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me...

You spend the evening trying to decide elaborate ways that you’ll tell him. 

Putting a test in a gift bag as a present? Corny.

Hiding it somewhere and letting him find it? Too lame.

You decided to literally just come right out and tell him, especially because you didn’t want to figure out some cliche way of getting it out.

Mingyu comes home from work, greeting you as he walks in the door, adorably kissing your forehead as he wraps his arms around you, perfectly engulfing you.

“How was your day, honey?” He sweetly asks you, genuinely curious as he’s awaiting your answer. 

“It was good actually, I had coffee with my sister, then we went to the grocery store, doesn’t sound like much but we had fun.” You lean up and kiss his lips, smiling.

“But it’s better now that you’re here.” 

Mingyu smiles, kissing you again.

“I’m going to get changed really quick, okay?” Mingyu says.

You jokingly pout. “Aw, but you look so nice in your slacks and button up shirt… at least let me savor it.” You reach up, undoing a few buttons on his shirt.

“Enjoying this?” Mingyu chuckles.

“Yes, very.” You smile.

“Well I was gonna ask you, if you wanted to, Wonwoo and Seungcheol asked if we wanted to go out and get dinner with them, and hang out maybe get some drinks.” He continues, before he starts walking off to your shared bedroom to change, as you follow him. “Wonwoo asked me before I left the office.” 

“I don’t know… maybe?” You reply, hesitating a bit.

Meanwhile your mind works a mile a minute trying to think of how to break this news of yours to him.

“It wouldn’t be until a little later, if that’s better. No rush.” Mingyu says, nonchalantly unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off. What a distraction. 

He slips on a white t-shirt , and gray sweatpants; his usual after work attire. Suddenly you wonder if whatever you have to tell him is really that important anyway, and you immediately consider just saying “forget it” and fucking him right here in the early hours of the evening. What’d be the big deal? You were already pregnant, anyways.

No! You quickly shake that thought from your mind, refocusing.

“Gyu,” You start, getting his full attention. “There’s something… I have to tell you something.”

“What?” 

“I’m not even really sure how to tell you, um hang on,” You continue, leaving the room quickly to retrieve one of the pregnancy tests you’d left in the bathroom. 

You come back, very obviously holding something behind your back.

“I guess I should say I kind of have a surprise to tell you.”

“What? What?” Mingyu asks, eager already by the way you’re already smirking, unable to contain yourself.

“It’s, um, this…” You start, pulling the test from behind your back. “I didn’t know how to tell you, I was gonna plan something but I couldn’t wait.” You laugh, smiling ear to ear.

Mingyu takes it from you, seemingly uncaring, or forgetting, that you literally peed on the thing. His mouth drops opened, in awe.

“Oh my god…” He speaks, beaming. “When did you find out?” 

“Today, actually.” You say. “I wound up taking a test, and… yeah.” 

You sigh. “I feel so weird about it, I know I was expecting it but I feel so excited and nervous at the same time.”

You glance up at Mingyu, and you see him still examining the test in his hand.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingyu nods, his eyes meeting yours and you see he’s now smiling. “I’m just… happy, surprised..”

“I mean, cmon, what were we really expecting…” You joke, blushing.

“You know what I mean, it’s still crazy to me.” Mingyu comes closer to you, kissing you. 

“Yeah, it sure is…” You smile up at him. 

“It’s okay, honey,” Mingyu reassures you, speaking softly. “Just get it out…”

Mingyu kneels behind you on the cold tile floor, holding your hair back as you’re hanging your head over the toilet as your stomach empties its contents.

“There you go…” 

You wonder how he can even stand to be in the bathroom with you, if the roles were reversed, you’d be outside the door nearly gagging.

“Are you okay?” Mingyu asks, helping you sit up, as he wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. 

You slowly nod as you flush, still feeling a touch of nausea. “Yeah, can you just- just stay here for a little bit.” 

Mingyu sits on the tile floor as he leans against the bathtub, and he guides you back to sit in front of him.

You lean back into him, and he leans down and kisses your shoulder. You catch a glance at his watch on his wrist even in the dim light of the very early morning.

“Oh my god, Gyu, is it really 5am?” You groggily ask, feeling sorry. “You have to work in the morning, don’t you?”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s not a big deal.” Mingyu reassures you. “I can always go in a little later, I wanna make sure you’re okay.” 

“…I think I’m good now,” You say, starting to stand up slowly, as Mingyu helps you all the way. “…You know, I have heard that the more nauseas you are, it probably means you’re having a girl. And if you have none at all, it’s probably a boy.”

Mingyu chuckles, “Where do you come up with this? Is that even a thing?” 

“The internet… you know, social media. Everything’s on there.” You protest.

“You’re delirious,” Mingyu playfully rolls his eyes. “Cmon, let’s go back to bed.”

“Gyu, we have to leave in like an hour,” You say, as you’re getting ready in the bathroom, finishing up your final touches on your hair. “I don’t want to be late for dinner at my parents house.”

Mingyu stands in the doorway now, “This okay?” He shows off a navy blue polo shirt and black jeans. 

“Yeah, honey, you look nice.” You smile. “Besides, you could wear anything around her, she adores you anyways.” 

It was true. Your mother would always be calling Mingyu to help around the house when your Father was away on a business trip. She needed help fixing something? She’d call Mingyu. She needs help building a side table? You bet she’s calling Mingyu. His height was also a bonus, being able to reach things stored higher up.

Mingyu smiles at you adoringly, as his eyes trail down your body.

“What?” You ask when you notice him.

“You’re starting to show a little,” He smiles. “You look cute.”

You giggle, placing your hands on your stomach. “Yeah I know, she wants to be seen now, she’s done hiding.” 

“Well, are my girls ready to go?” Mingyu smiles, kissing you. 

“Yeah,” You giggle, smiling as you kiss him again. “Let’s go.” 

It's true, swear, scouts honor You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her.

tags: @jenoslutie @wonuwrites @aaniag @cosmojinyoung

[penkura]

where you belong [3/10]

Summary: As Luffy's big sister, you've viewed it to be your job to see him become King of the Pirates in place of your absent parents, even as you try to find where it is you belong in the world. You never really expected to draw the attention of Trafalgar Law in the process.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader

Warnings: Discussion of feelings of abandonment, age gap relationship (four years), brief secret relationship, mentions and heavy refences to sex, mentions of alcohol, typical One Piece stuff. Other warnings to be added if needed.

Note: Hahaha almost 7.3k words, I'm so sorry. I almost completely removed this chapter, but I wanted to do a little bit more showing Law and Reader's relationship. :) If you'd like a song to listen to as you read, Clock Strikes by One OK Rock is what I was listening to as I wrote parts of this. 💚

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[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2]

Law takes his time telling you about his childhood and time with Corazon. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, especially knowing how you react when Ace is brought up, he’s not sure he can deal with you crying over the things that have happened to him. He also needs the time to work out his own feelings, trying to keep from choking up himself when he remembers everything, even though when it happens you quietly take his hand to try and provide some comfort, like he's done for you.

He never shakes your hand off his, just pushes down the pain and tears and keeps talking to you.

He starts by telling you about his family and life in Flevance. His mother and father, how wonderful and brilliant they were, how much they loved him. His little sister Lami, who adored him more than anything in the world, she always wanted him to join her during the festivals in Flevance. He loved his family more than anything, they meant the world to him back then. You smile when he tells you about the first time his parents let him take Lami to get ice cream, by themselves, and how she dropped hers, so he had to share with her.

While he doesn’t remember too much, he does tell you about his friends from the church nearby. They’d all been classmates too, spending their days going through normal classes and sometimes the boys, Law included, would catch frogs to dissect and gross out the girls. He remembers all the festivals, the neighbors he’d pass by every day, the old lady next door that always tried to get him to eat bread for some reason.

Law tries to make it easy for you, the first day is only about his family and friends. Nothing about the destruction of Flevance yet, he takes a bit to get there, and it affects him just like it does you, it still does to this day.

He really does try to keep his emotions in check, but once he begins to remember how it felt to see Lami sick with the white lead disease, he starts to struggle with keeping his voice steady.

“I…I was horrified when we realized she was sick,” Law has to stop and take a breath, swallowing down the tears he feels trying to slip out, “I didn’t want to watch her die.”

Nodding, you don’t say anything, you don’t want to interrupt his thoughts as he works them out and how to voice them. You just grip his hand a little tighter, which Law returns before he continues, reliving when his home was destroyed by the World Government.

“I left the hospital after I found my parents were dead, I was going to find the nun who had told me some Marines were going to sneak us kids out, so we could get Lami and go,” you can already tell where this is going, while Law grits his teeth remembering everything as vividly as he does, “She had been killed too, all my friends from the church…the hospital was burned down with…with Lami still inside…”

“Law…I’m so sorry…”

“I escaped in a mass of corpses, I had to get out somehow. That was the only way. I, eventually, I found Doflamino and his crew, and worked to join them when I was ten.”

Both of you quiet, you’re trying to take everything in, and Law is trying to get past his feelings again, he hates talking about all of this. Every time someone new joins his crew, he waits a while to make sure they’re trustworthy before he tells them anything.

But he believed you should know, even though you aren’t staying forever, and now you’re slowly learning everything.

You know when he’s done talking for the time being once he becomes quiet, you’ve noticed that about him over the last several months, allowing you to hug him though he doesn’t return it. He does appreciate it though, you don’t ask him to tell you more than what he’s ready to, taking it all at the pace Law sets for this.

“It’s getting late,” you hadn’t even notice until Law brings it up, but it is starting to look dark outside, “Everyone will be back for dinner soon.”

Law can’t help the slight smile that comes to his face when you sniffle a bit and nod, rubbing at your eyes with your sleeve. He didn’t fully expect you to start crying but he’s also not surprised, he figures it must bring out your own feelings of protectiveness and sibling love towards Luffy. Once he stands, Law holds his hand out to help you up which you gladly take, but you pull him into another hug that, this time, he gently returns.

“Thank you, again, for trusting me…”

“I hope you won’t betray that.”

“I would never!”

Law laughs a bit at your shocked expression, while you smile and kiss his cheek, something you’d started doing more recently. He’s gotten more used to it; it doesn’t affect him the same way it did the first time. He likes it, but tries to make sure none of his crew are around to see it, to avoid any kind of teasing that may come from it.

“See you at dinner, Law!”

“Mm-hm.”

Watching you leave before going back to his desk, Law thinks that went better than he could have expected. He expected more tears from you than he got, but he’s glad he didn’t have to spend several minutes calming you down before you left. He has to take some time to relax himself after dredging up those memories, but maybe next time he’ll tell you some happier ones he remembers, not just about his family but about Cora-san too.

~~

Before he even has the chance to tell you about his time with Corazon, Law is hit with several nightmares, all flashbacks to that night, something he never expected to happen. He believed he’d gotten past it all, but it seems the thought of telling you everything was causing it all to resurface and disturb his sleep (not like he gets much anyway).

He's good at hiding it though, you don’t question the dark circles under his eyes, even if they look darker to you lately. He tells you it’s nothing when you ask, convinced that’s enough for you even though you give him a skeptical look before going on your way. Law thinks you’re going to let it go, he can take care of himself. He’s handled this before on his own, before his crew came to be and he had friends to help him.

He can handle it again, he swears he can.

But it gets worse, especially after Law does tell you about Corazon, everything they went through to save him, and how his savior died to protect him. It keeps you up some nights afterwards, thinking about it all more than you should, and you know that wasn’t Law’s intention. He wasn’t trying to upset you or garner sympathy, it was simply his life story, and he felt like you needed to know. Like he wants you to understand why he’s started the plans he has, with stealing the hearts of other pirates to become a Warlord, the rest of his plans he won’t tell you about for whatever reason.

It probably would be strange to outsiders, but you’re surprisingly okay with it all. You aren’t a permanent member of the Heart Pirates, you don’t need to know all the details.

Still though, you feel like something is off, not with you but with Law and how you two are now. You’ve noticed how tired he is lately, he almost seems to doze off during the crew meetings he lets you in on, at least until someone says his name and it wakes him enough. He still seems to yawn more than normal, it’s what led you to be standing in front of his office door so late tonight, you want to make sure he’s doing okay or see if he needs anything. You feel nervous and you’re not sure why, while you quietly knock on the door and wait to hear if Law calls you in.

When he doesn’t, you open the door and call for him.

“Law? I was going to make some tea and was wondering if you want any…”

You don’t get a response since he’s asleep at his desk, your first thought being that at least he’s sleeping. You’re glad to know that until you realize it is not a peaceful sleep and he seems to be having a nightmare from the distressed look on his face.

Oh that makes so much sense.

You had hoped it was just the stress of everything going on that was keeping Law from sleeping, not that he was having his sleep disturbed by nightmares. Of what, you don’t know yet, but you feel the need to wake him.

“Law? Hey,” you’re quiet as you set your hand on his shoulder, hoping that wakes him, “Law, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”

It does work to wake him, but also startles Law to the point he nearly knocks himself out of his chair when he wakes and sits up, eyes wide when he looks at you but not really, you know he’s still waking up.

You mostly know that when he barely whispers ‘Cora-san’ and it makes you realize what he’s been suffering from in his sleep. The memories have come back fiercely and it makes your heart ache for him knowing everything he’s gone through.

You’ve suffered worse than you let on.

Once his eyes focus and Law sees it’s you with him, he worries he’s let things slip about the nightmare, especially when he sees how concerned you look.

“What…[Y/N]-ya, what…what time—”

“It’s after midnight. I was checking to see if you wanted tea but,” he doesn’t say anything but you watch him as he rubs at his eyes with his sleeve, you wonder briefly if it’s sleep or tears he's trying to get rid of, “I noticed you weren’t sleeping well…are you okay?”

No I’m not.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

Law nods, waving your hand off his shoulder before turning back to his desk.

“I am.”

He’s certain you don’t believe him, based on the face you make as you nod, before shaking your head.

“You don’t really expect me to just accept that answer, do you?”

I wish you would.

Before he even responds, you take his hand and pull him up out of his chair, which also surprises him though he is still waking up fully

He doesn’t even fight when you start to drag him towards his bedroom, or when you get him in there and tell him to change for bed, you’re going to go make some tea for the two of you real quick.

While he does get ready for bed, he doesn’t expect you to stay long after you return with the drinks. He fully expects you to hand his over and leave, going back to your room to sleep, not for you to climb into his bed beside him and give him a smile like you’re wanting to talk before going to sleep. Law just stares at you for a moment, before he speaks.

“Do you want to talk about something…?”

“Hmm? Oh, um! Well, I…was going to stay with you tonight.”

“…why?”

You become quiet, Law halfway expects you to decide to leave, telling him goodnight before doing so. You don’t need to stay, he’s fine on his own. He’ll get over the nightmares again soon, he’s sure of that.

“I have nightmares too…about Ace…”

He really shouldn’t be as surprised as he is, but he never thought you’d be struggling like this too. With the fears that come from having witnessed such tragedy and the resulting pain, perhaps he should’ve expected that though. After all the times he’s held you through your breakdowns over Ace’s death, he should’ve known you’d be having nightmares too. But you’ve hid it so well, you’ve handled things all on your own once again, just like he has.

Maybe it’s time we both accept some help.

“Sometimes I…,” you bite your lip before shaking your head, “The nightmares, are about if you hadn’t saved Luffy. So…let me help you tonight, Law…just for a bit?”

“…okay…”

Law isn’t sure how long you two stay awake that night talking, all he knows is that, eventually, he wakes up to someone knocking heavily on his door but he’s not able to move at first. You’ve got his head held against your chest, still fast asleep yourself, no signs of waking but he’s nearly frozen in place when he realizes what’s going on. It takes a moment or two for Law to decide what to do, internally yelling at himself about how on earth this happened and how does he get out of this without someone thinking something scandalous is going on.

He's lucky enough that you release him and roll over in your sleep, he doesn’t have to figure out how to get out of your arms on his own. Now it’s a matter of getting out of his bed without waking you, he doesn’t want to interrupt your own sleep. The knocking stops eventually, Law hears someone mumble to themselves, they’ll probably come back later but he’s got to get out of bed now. He has a chance to get out before you wake or someone catches you in his bed. He quickly slips out, grabs some clothes and goes to his bathroom to change, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh.

This…isn’t going to be good in the long run is it?

Law isn’t looking forward to having to wake you when he goes back to his room, but he’s lucky enough that you’re gone by the time he gets back. You definitely woke up and had the same thought he did, sneaking yourself out quickly without making any noise. When you see him again at breakfast, you don’t say anything but give Law a smile that he returns with a nod.

No one else knows or finds out, much to the relief of you both, and Ikkaku doesn’t question where you’d been the night before.

While he hates to admit that he did need someone that night, Law can’t deny the fact he’d slept better with you there than he had in months.

+!+

A few weeks later, the Heart Pirates are throwing a party for their captain. Law’s birthday has come around and while he’d tried to tell him no party they still threw one together, even dragging you into the planning though you didn’t need to be asked to help really. When you heard it was his birthday, you were happy to help, having a couple of gifts put away for him as a thank you for all the help he’s given you the last year and a half or so. It's not a lot, just two small things you think he’ll appreciate, even with Ikkaku and Uni telling you he's going to love both gifts, it's hard to think that much about them.

Law, although he said no parties, is not one to deny his crew a night of rest and relaxation. He does try to stay in his office most of the evening, but Penguin and Shachi are able to drag him out long enough to have a drink and let everyone wish him a happy birthday. He’s truly grateful for all of them, thanking his crew with a slight smile. He ends up settling beside you for a bit after Shachi hands him a drink, not pushing you off when you lean against his arm and give him a smile.

“Happy birthday, Law.”

“Mm, thanks.”

While you take a sip of your own drink, Ikkaku catches your eye and gives you a wink, which makes you roll your eyes before Law sets his hand on your shoulder, nodding for you to follow him out of the common area up on deck. Ikkaku makes sure to pass you the wrapped gifts you have for Law when you walk by her, it makes you nervous to keep them behind your back when you both sit on the deck to relax away from everyone. You can still hear them shouting and laughing, a few already a little wasted but it makes you and Law smile.

“You crew loves you a lot.”

“Yeah,” Nodding, Law takes a sip from his drink before setting it down, “I love them a lot too…what’d Ikkaku hand to you?”

“…how the—”

“I’m not blind, you know,” his smirk only makes you pout, as you take the items out from behind you, “Neither of you are good at hiding things.”

“Fine,” you sigh heavily as a joke, but still smile as you hold the wrapped items out to him, “A gift for you.”

Law quiets as he stares at the gifts you have in your hands, before he finally takes them from you. The happy yet nervous smile you have tells him you weren’t really ready to give these to him, but Ikkaku seems to have forced your hand. You don’t seem mad about it though.

“…you really didn’t have to get me anything, I wouldn’t have been offended.”

You shrug a little, knowing it’s really not much, but it still makes you smile to see Law just a bit flustered by it. He obviously wasn’t expecting anything from you, but of course you surprise him once again. It seems like almost everything you do lately endears you to him even more than before.

What a mess we’re creating.

“I know but, I wanted to. As a birthday gift and to thank you for everything,” you watch while he starts to open the smaller gift, heart rate picking up out of anxiety, you’ve never felt so anxious giving someone a gift before, “It’s really not a lot, I just…I thought you’d like these…”

Law isn’t at all surprised to find a coin in the small box, he figured that must’ve been it, he’s so familiar with that size of box and the small sound it made when he picked it up. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s from Foosha Village, your hometown, it has to be one you’d brought with you as a keepsake. The port engraved on one side and the Goa Kingdom on the other, he can pick out the tiniest manufacturing errors and possible imprints on the small coin. It’s special though, he didn’t have one from there in his collection yet and you’ve added to it, how kind of you. He knows if you wanted to, Luffy would take your whole crew back to your home for a visit and you’d pick up another coin or two, you likely aren’t worried about giving one up.

Seeing his face light up a bit at it as he thanks you makes you smile softly, at least until he goes to open the other wrapped gift. You bite your lip out of worry and fidget a bit, not a single thing going unnoticed by Law who almost asks what’s wrong but realizes you’re just nervous for whatever reason. There’s nothing to be nervous about in his mind, until he sees what else you’ve given him, and it causes him to freeze up, which leads to you defending your gift to him.

“I…I found it in a bookstore on the last island…the shopkeeper didn’t want to sell it to me, but I was able to sneak it into my bag and get it out of there. I remembered everything you told me and…I just…”

It's a book about Flevance, the country’s history and culture, everything about the white lead export, the festivals they held, the little bit that was assumed about white lead disease itself. All of it there in his hands now, he didn’t know such a book existed. He would’ve thought any and all traces of Flevance had been destroyed by the World Government, including books detailing the country itself. But they missed one, the one you’d been lucky enough to find and steal from the bookstore, that you thought you should give to him so he had a piece of his home again.

When he doesn’t say anything for several minutes, you start to bite your lip, wondering if you’ve made a mistake. He flips through the book quietly, not making known what he thinks at all.

“I—”

“That’s my sister and I.”

Law finally speaks up again, having stopped on a page for longer than you noticed, pointing out one of the pictures printed on it. You lean in just enough to look, smiling at the picture he’s showing you. The boy is obviously Law, he has the same grin you’ve rarely seen, and the girl has her brown hair tied into small pigtails, smiling just as widely next to him. You hadn’t really read too much of it, just getting an idea of what Law’s hometown was like, but that picture makes you realize how happy he was back then.

“She’s cute.”

“I think,” he interrupts your thoughts and makes you look at him again, “that was during a summer festival. Lami would’ve been four, I remember buying her ice cream and playing a game to win her a stuffed rabbit…she didn’t let go of it for months.”

“She looks like you.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Law scoffs, but chuckles a bit, flipping to another page, “I forgot a reporter had taken our picture then…these are my parents….”

It's another picture from the festival, but this time just his parents are shown, probably having been nearby to make sure their children didn’t wander off. Now you see why he said Lami didn’t look like him, she was a carbon copy of their mom. You never would have guessed those pictures were in that book, or that Law remembered when they were taken.

“…you look just like your dad.”

Nodding, Law closes the book and sets it to the side. He’ll read it fully later, those pictures and the small flip through he’s done are enough for tonight. He has to push those emotions down for now and doesn’t push you away when you give him a hug that he quietly returns, thanking you.

Neither of you moves or says anything for a while, before you look up at Law and speak.

“Hey, Law?”

“Hmm?”

“…tell me that I haven’t misread all of this.”

Law is stunned into complete silence, more frozen than he was earlier, when you lean up just enough to press the softest kiss to his lips, it’s almost like it doesn’t happen but he knows it does. You’ve actually kissed him, his feelings aren’t unrequited after all! The fact you think you’ve misread everything he's said and done the last few months, he just wants to sit and tell you everything now. How he’s been stressed about telling you, he wasn’t sure you really felt the same.

But now he is! The confirmation he’s been looking for despite the fact he was already certain you felt the same. With the way you’ve spent so much of your free time together he should’ve realized it sooner, how everything just led you both to each other every time. Its unreal that this is happening, that you’ve taken that first step to change your relationship with him. He really did think it would never happen, you’d both be forever pining, or the feelings would fade.

Honestly Law’s relieved you decided to take the chance, he wasn’t sure how or when to do it himself. He’s not used to this, what should he even be doing now?

Maybe he should be kissing you back, Law realizes a moment later, when you pull away just enough for him to see the disappointed almost sad look on your face. He’d gotten so caught in his thoughts that you must think he doesn’t feel the same, all because he was so distracted he didn’t think to return your kiss.

“Sorry,” Oh you sound so sad, it nearly breaks his heart to hear your voice, to see you looking away from him, “I…I shouldn’t ha—”

“Don’t,” Law nearly whispers it, moving both hands to hold your face and makes you look at him, “Don’t apologize.”

A barely audible ‘okay’ is your response before Law properly returns your first kiss, letting you slip your arms around his neck while he moves one hand to your waist to bring you a little closer to him. He knows this could be a misstep, that you may come to him in the morning and say you’d drank too much, that it shouldn’t have happened. But for now, he’s going to ignore the thoughts that tell him to stop. That he can’t be doing this, you’re a rival captain’s older sister, it’s not going to work out no matter how much he hopes it does. It doesn’t matter to him, not right now.

All that matters is you.

You and him, right now, with your hands in his hair, his arm around your waist, and his other hand stroking your cheek. It’s almost too much to believe it’s real but it is, he doesn’t know how he got so lucky. To be able to receive your affections and return them. Part of Law wonders if this was your plan all along, to get him away from everyone just to kiss him, even though he’s the one who led you away, but he thinks you didn’t plan this part at all, it just happened.

But it’s okay, he doesn’t mind. Not everything has to be planned down to the letter. You certainly weren’t in his plans.

This really might become a mess down the line, but does that matter? Just for a bit, he’ll ignore everything going on around you, Law will briefly ignore his plans just for a few moments tonight. For the several minutes you two spend in a silent confession of feelings that had built up over the last few weeks, he’s going to ignore reality.

Until you softly push him away, Law wonders if he did something wrong, only to see you give him a shy smile.

“Happy birthday, Law.”

He laughs slightly, shaking his head before kissing you again.

“Thank you, [Y/N]-ya.”

You really can’t wait to tell Ikkaku about this.

+!+

Eventually Law walks you to your room, your gift to him in one hand while you hold onto his other one, fingers laced together and stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. You two haven’t fully decided what you are yet, you’ll discuss it later, he’s promised you that. Even if Law would like to sit and talk things through with you tonight, it’s late and there are things to do the next day. The rest of the crew might be hungover and sick in the morning, but they’ve got to get a move on to the next island, there are more hearts to be collected.

Once you’re back to your room, Law kisses you once more for the night, thanking you again for the gifts, before he heads off to his office. He tries to hurry so you don’t see the pink blush on his face, but you already have, you just don’t tell him. You simply say goodnight in return, going into your room and leaning against the door with a dreamy sigh and smile on your face, which Ikkaku picks up immediately when she sees you from her bed.

“So…how’d it go?”

“I kissed him.”

“What?!”

“And he kissed me back…for a few minutes.”

“Holy shit, you got Law to make out with you?!”

Before you can say anything else, Ikkaku tells you to wait, jumping out of bed to grab your arm after she locks the door and drags you to her bed, making you sit down. She quickly goes to her dresser and pulls out a small wine bottle she’d hidden from the boys and joins you back on her bed with it.

“How long have you been hiding that?”

“Doesn’t matter! Tell me everything!”

The alcohol burns but Ikkaku’s giggling at your retelling of what happened with Law makes you smile and giggle in return. She looks like she’s reading a slow burn romance novel while you tell her everything that’s happened, giving Law his gift and kissing him, how he returned it and said you’ll talk about things later. She rolls her eyes a bit at that but the few yawns you give tell her that was probably the reason why he said that.

Once you finish telling the story, you sigh again and fall back on her bed, still smiling while Ikkaku watches you.

“That was my first kiss…”

“Really??”

“Mm,” you nod a little, thinking back and knowing that’s true, “I wonder if it was his too.”

“Probably. Captain hasn’t shown interest in anyone before, I’d be surprised if he’s ever kissed anyone that wasn’t on a dare.”

You look like you’re thinking, but Ikkaku smiles before she takes a drink of the wine and lays beside you.

“This is so cool, you and Law. I knew there was something there when I saw you two working together.”

“Oh please, I doubt he’s liked me that long.”

“You never know! Imagine he’s liked you since Amazon Lily!”

“Now that’s way too far back!”

The two of you stay up laughing and talking, the few worries you have about what’s next dissipating as Ikkaku tells you everything she’s noticed that led her to believing Law liked you, it makes you so much happier to know your feelings are reciprocated.

After he makes it back to his office, Law nearly collapses on the ground, his energy spent and his emotions going haywire.

The gifts you’ve given him, the kiss you shared, he doesn’t know how to fully process all of it. It’s so foreign to him, he doesn’t think he’s felt so happy since the time he spent with Cora, he’s sure he hasn’t felt this loved since then either, even though he’s sure you’re not in love with him yet.

Law sets your gifts on his desk, he’ll put them away in the morning, placing his face in his hands to try and stop the blush he knows is there and the smile that he can’t seem to wipe off no matter how much he tries to. He tries to calm himself down, tell himself this isn’t a big deal, maybe you will come by in the morning and tell him it was a mistake, but he hopes and prays you don’t.

I can’t believe she kissed me. I didn’t expect that…

“Heeey, Law, I’m heading up for night watch,” Penguin knocks on the doorway a bit, stepping into Law’s office as his captain just nods, making him raise an eyebrow, “Something good happen, Cap?”

“Yeah…yeah, something good happened.”

+!+

It takes a few weeks still for Law to ask to take you on a date, but you waste no time in accepting the offer. He tells you not to let it out to anyone, but you may have slipped up and told Ikkaku when you asked for her opinion on what to wear. The two of you sounded like schoolgirls with how you were giggling and chatting over the fact Law actually wanted to take you out for a date, your feelings aren’t one-sided, he really does like you back! It only feels so strange to know that because of how Luffy and Ace would chase off boys that liked you way back when, even if you liked the boy back, your brothers couldn’t stand the thought of one of them taking you away. None of them were good enough for you.

You think Ace would’ve liked and approved of Law. Even though he’s older than you, if they’d been able to meet, you’re sure Ace would have liked Law, liked the fact he’s also a doctor, and that he makes you happy so far.

The night of your date doesn’t really go as planned though. Everyone except Ikkaku, Bepo, Law, and you are off the ship, exploring the town you’re docked near, Law had sent them all out with a day off and stayed on board along with you to get ready for your date and make sure no one was going to find out about it. He’s not ready for the teasing that’s to come and wants this to stay as secret as possible.

Once you’re dressed and ready, you expect Law to come get you from your room like he said he would at the time he’d told you, but he’s late and you start to worry when it gets later and later.

Had he changed his mind and decided to stand you up? No, no Law would never do that, if he didn’t want to go out with you he would’ve said so, he probably never would have asked in the first place.

Right? Right. Law wouldn’t leave me without an answer.

Again you’re at his office door, knocking to see if he answers and once again, you receive no response. He hasn’t left the ship you know that, Ikkaku said she saw him in his office just a few minutes before he was supposed to come get you, so what happened?

“Law? Are you ready to go?” Still no response, so you decide to again let yourself in, you aren’t prepared to see Law is still in his office, but appears to be passed out on the floor, it actually scares you.

“Law!! What happened?!” You hurry over and make sure he’s still breathing, relieved to find he is, before checking him for a fever. “What the hell, Law, are you all right?!”

What a way for your first date to start.

~~

Law never wanted you to know just how nervous he really was about your first date, he kept it all to himself. He only let Penguin know about it by accident, to get some advice that he thought might be helpful, but his friend only ended up telling things not to do. He rolled his eyes and gave up on that, only asking if it was normal to feel like he was going to be sick at the thought of taking you to dinner

“Yeah for a first date, that sounds normal, Cap.”

“How do I get rid of it?”

“I…well…go on the date and see?”

Yes, very helpful advice. It didn’t help with the constant dizzy feeling he had, though Law thinks that may have been slight dehydration from his nerves causing him to forgo all water and food that day. He really didn’t want to risk actually throwing up before or during your date and grossing you out.

Unfortunately, all of it hit him at once when he was leaving his office to go get you, causing Law to realize how badly he’d neglected himself that day, and the day before, as he passed out without the chance to call for someone’s help.

But when he opens his eyes a while later and sees you giving him a worried smile, he knows he’s screwed up. He blinks a few times, barely registering that he’s laying down on the couch in his office, he knows he hit the floor. He can feel the pain in his head from it, yet he doesn’t mind too much feeling your hand in his hair or his head in your lap.

“Hey, you.”

“[Y/N]-ya…?”

“In the flesh.”

“What…what happened…?”

“You tell me,” giving him a concerned smile, you gently run your fingers through Law’s hair while he looks up at you like he’s thinking, “You were late coming to get me, I was worried you’d changed your mind…when I came to see what was up, you were passed out on the floor. Bepo helped me get you here.”

“I…I don’t remember,” he shakes his head a bit before sitting up, finally remembering what it was and groaning, “Wait, yes I do. I was about to come to your room, when I started to feel dizzy. I…guess I passed out…”

“Do you have a fever? Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to go out if you’re sick, Law! We can do it another day.”

Law really doesn’t want to admit the reason for his dizziness and sudden fainting, once he realizes what caused it all, he doesn’t want you to feel bad about something you couldn’t control. It’s all on him for stressing out so much about the date, he just wants to impress you. He's never done this before, dating isn’t in his skill set.

“…Law?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

He gets up so quickly you don’t have time to stop him, but still follow and grab his arm.

“Hey, talk to me,” you make him turn to face you, smiling softly even though he doesn’t look at you, he’s keeping his eyes on the ground, “Whatever it is, I won’t be upset. If you want to postpone, that’s fi—”

“Why do you even like me?”

“What—”

“There’s nothing good about me,” Law moves to pull away from you, but you keep your grip on his sleeve, not letting him get away, “I’m not a good person, you deserve someone who is. You deserve someone who can make you happy, not…not me…I can’t do that…”

The silence feels deafening, when you don’t respond right away. He’s sure you’re rethinking all of this now. His birthday when you kissed him, the few times in between then and now where you’d stop him to kiss his cheek and he’d return it with one to your forehead, how he’s walked you to your room each night, and the few times he’s let you share his bed for the night. When he finally decided to ask you on a date the other day, even though you gave him the brightest smile he’s ever seen from you, he doesn’t believe you could be happy with him.

Who could ever be happy with him, with someone who’s seen so much death in his life, at only twenty-five, when he’s bent on avenging Cora and stopping Kaido?

Why would you want anything to do with that?

“I…am happy, though,” you move to hold Law’s hand, placing your other on his face to make him look at you, “I like you, Law. I really do and I feel happy when I’m around you, you can ask Ikkaku. I tell her all the time how much I like you, how much I want to be with you.”

“You don’t—”

“I’m not lying. I don’t know what you’re thinking about us, and that’s okay right now, but I…I can see myself with you now and in the future. I promise, Law, you make me happy, just by being you.”

Law doesn’t have a chance to say anything before you kiss him, trying to convince him of your feelings being real. He’s hesitant to return it but does so after a moment, before you pull away with a smile.

“…you look nice.”

“Thank you…you do too.”

“I…I was going to take you to dinner.”

“Oh yeah?”

Law nods, wanting to explain better, before you start to sit down, still holding his hand to bring him to the floor with you. When he tries to speak, you just shake your head.

“It’s my turn to ask a question.”

“What about—"

“Will you tell me about your tattoos?”

Law doesn’t pull his hand away from you, while you continue hold it and gently run your finger over the cross on the back of his hand, he has to fight not to just intertwine his fingers with yours.

This isn’t how he thought your first date would go. Not you finding him passed out from stress and turning it into simply talking. He knows already he’s going to make it up to you with a proper date at the next island.

“For my family, and for Cora-san…” he points first to the ones on his hands and forearms, placing his free hand on his chest to point out the one for Corazon though you could’ve guessed that.

Humming, you nod, Law brings his other hand up to softly tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and watching you lean into his hand.

He really is very sweet.

“For your crew?”

“My jolly Roger on my back.”

“…what about for you?”

Law takes a deep breath but doesn’t say anything for a bit. He keeps holding your hand, staring at his own, wondering if he should admit it or not. What will you think? Will you decide you don’t want to bother with him?

You probably read the book you gave him, the one about Flevance, he could tell the book had been read. It didn’t go into detail about his home’s destruction, chalking it up to the white lead disease and scarcity of resources, but he wasn’t surprised when he got there himself. The government would never admit wrongdoing, they’d never allow their involvement to be published.

But he thinks you should know. You haven’t walked away after hearing his story, his past, you’re still here with him. You look like you already know what he’s going to say, a sad smile now on your face as you look at his hand in yours.

“’Death’…for what’s marked my life since I was ten.”

He’s quiet, like he’s worried he’s going to scare you off, like he’s marked you for death just by developing feelings for you, allowing himself to entertain the thought of being with you. Everyone he’s ever loved has died, it could be the same for you if trends are anything to go by. It wouldn’t be fair to you, to Luffy, if anything happened simply because you’ve chosen to be with him, Law doesn’t want anything to happen to you. You’ve both been through things, of varying degrees, what could you want with someone like him?

Law tries to pull away from you, you’ve been quiet for so long now, he thinks he’s effectively squashed your feelings for him, you don’t want to be with him now, he's sure of it.

But you don’t let him get too far away, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest. Law isn’t really sure what to make of this. It’s not like before, when you’ve hugged him other times, you’re still quiet yourself though you nod.

“I don’t think that’s true anymore…not with this crew, this family you’ve built.”

“[Y/N]-ya—”

“I’d like to stay by your side and prove you wrong,” you tighten your arms around him as Law finally returns your hug, tighter than you even expected, “if you’ll let me.”

“…as long as you’ll have me.”

You both stay quiet for a bit, eventually you look up at Law and give him a soft smile before leaning up to kiss him again, which he returns without any hesitation this time.

It'll take some time for him to be fully comfortable and accepting of this, of the love and attention you’re ready to so freely give him, but you’re willing to give him that time.

Anything to make sure Law knows you aren’t going anywhere, even when you have to return to your crew. You’re not going to let him go very easily.

[madwomanxx]

Thoughts on Storie from Styx musical

I want to start this off with a disclaimer

I'm going to be mostly talking about Persephone, Hades, and Demeter

This is just Act 1, and these three will take up most of my discussion

Don't tell me this is just inspired by ____it doesn't need to be accurate, because I agree with you!

It doesn't mean I can't compare or explain my thoughts on what works or doesn't work for me in comparison to the original myths

I mean NO hate, nor do I want to shame people, and I'm not saying you have to write anything a certain way

I change many things in my own writing of the gods, which I know a lot of people would hate

I talk about art out love for it or the vision, not out of malice

I also need everyone to know I LOVE these gods and the relationship between Hades and Persphone, so I'm not biased against any of them

Thoughts:

Praise:

1- I'll admit, I was skeptical of Casper's singing prior to the musical. I just didn't like the covers I heard from him, but here? Gorgeous! Amazing vocals that complement the music very well

2- Everyone's vocals are amazing and filled with emotions, the music chosen matches the tone perfectly

3- Hera joining Zeus was good characterization of her, the fact they only duet with each other is a nice touch

These two have a complicated relationship in the myths, and I'm glad to see Casper didn't make them hostile from the start. It's such a simple decision that I adore!

4- I like using the Muses to tell the story, it reminds me of the Iliad beginning with a call for them to tell/sing the story of Achilles' rage

Again, very nice attention to detail!

5- The sound effect on the Muse's voice was explained to bridge between modern times and the mythic times- I believe Casper explained this previously??I love the idea!

I imagine the Muses in a pub singing this into a cheap mic to very lucky mortals

6- I'll get to Demeter later, but if you take her song without the Persephone verse and all the musical context, it's SO PERFECT

Like, I AGREE WITH YOU GIRL!! It just captures her and hell MY feelings too XD!

Everything else:

I'll get this out of the way before anyone comes at me—no, there's not a single version in myths, no Greek or Roman myth EVER says or even implies that Persephone went to Hades willingly, that she knew him in any capacity before he kidnapped her, or that there were any complications between her and Demeter

These are 100% fully modern changes with no basis in myths

Mythology is culture and history, our writings on it don't suddenly become mythology

It's literally a field of study, in college, do they study Madeline Miller's Circe? Or write academic papers on Circe as a source for that ancient civilization? No

The original myth is literally the most feminist thing a society that old ever made

I don't think people fully realize how empowering that myth is

Nor do they bother to think that many women in thirdworld countries still live that reality to an extent

In the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, Persephone is not feeling trapped or bothered by living on the surface with her mother

literally the opposite:

"She [Persephone] was having a good time, along with the daughters of Okeanos."

I FEEL LIKE I'M TRAPPED OH, I FEEL LIKE I'M FROZEN I FEEL LIKE I’LL NEVER BE THE CHOSEN I’LL NEVER BE THE ONE TO TAKE A STAND

More examples:

I’LL BE YOUR QUEEN, NOT SOME IDEAL FOR BEAUTY SHACKLED ME ABOVE, DOWN HERE, I’D LIKE TO BUILD A LOVE I’M ASKING YOU, DO YOU TRULY SEE ME?

"He seized her against her will, put her on his golden chariot And drove away as she wept. She cried with a piercing voice, calling upon her father [Zeus], the son of Kronos, the highest and the best. But not one of the immortal ones, or of human mortals, heard her voice."

The musical is slightly better than other adaptations of Demeter

she at least seems to be unaware of Persephone's unhappiness

Persephone even says:

MY INNOCENCE IS GUARDED YET MY DAD HAS ME DISCARDED THAT’S WHY A MOTHER’S LOVE’S MY SWORD AND SHIELD

The issue is that Demeter and Persephone don't have any of that. Persephone wasn't happy with Hades at first:

"He (Hermes) found the Lord inside his palace, seated on a funeral couch, along with his duly acquired bedmate, the one who was much under duress, yearning for her mother, and suffering from the unbearable things inflicted on her by the will of the blessed ones."

Then Hades gives a very sweet speech that he'll treat her well (recommend reading it), and you know what Persephone's reaction to it ?

"So he spoke. And high-minded Persephone rejoiced. Swiftly she set out, with joy, but he [Hādēs] gave her, stealthily, the honey-sweet berry of the pomegranate to eat, peering around him. He did not want her to stay for all time over there."

And this is Persephone retelling what happened herself to Demeter:

“So then, Mother, I shall tell you everything, without error. When the messenger came to me, the swift Argos-killer, with the news from my father, the son of Kronos, and from the other dwellers in the sky, that I should come from Erebos, so that you may see me with your own eyes and let go of your wrath and terrifying mēnis against the immortals, then I sprang up for joy, but he, stealthily, put into my hand the berry of the pomegranate, that honey-sweet food, and he compelled me by biē to eat of it."

I don't think I can make it clearer how close and loving they are, so instead :

Why it matters to keep their loving relationship and how it's empowering both

It is an arranged marriage, but both weren't made aware of it.

They were happy together

Persephone is taken

She screams for help

She screams so loud for her father or anyone to help

Nobody hears, and those who do, don't interfere

Her voice gets so loud her mom from far away finally hears

She comes running, Is her daughter going to get raped like she was?

Not many things can hurt gods, after all

She asks and walks the earth calling for Persephone, until finally, Hecate tells her she was taken, but she doesn't know who

They search together aimlessly until Helios, the sun itself, feels pity

He tells her who took Persephone, but he also tells her to give up... basically, suck it up.

Hades is powerful, and he makes for a far better husband than most others

Persephone could do worse

Worse could happen to Persephone

Really, this isn't that bad of an outcome

She won't accept it. The whole world will suffer the same grief the gods have caused her

If her daughter won't be free, then she'll hold the world hostage instead

And it works

Her daughter is back, safely in her arms again

Yet, she's bound to the Underworld for some time of the year

That's not so bad, is it? She won. THEY won

Persephone is free, even if it's only part of the year

But she's not fully trapped down there. She makes her own place. She embraces her darkness and title.

Hades treats her with respect and kindness

Sure, the marriage isn't ideal, but he doesn't just love her—he respects her

And maybe, she can learn to love him too

Gods have different standards, after all

One last thing

I didn't know where to add this so, here

in the musical, Persphone calls out Zeus for disregarding her before Hades even came to the picutre, I actually like this addition

It doesn't really have any basis in myths but it's a clever way of interpreting the lack of myths regarding her and Zeus ( or even her siblings you can argue )

That being why Demeter became her sword and shield

Everything about that verse's implications and set up I love and never saw anyone make something similar to it!

Which adds to my sadness that we're still painting Demeter as unreaonsable or at least doesn't hear her daughter out, Demeter seems like a none abusive version of Mother Gothel ?? this is best way I can describe my feelings

[tinylilacbun]

I love your fics and was wondering if u could request a fic with little!reader and Sofia and rafe

Where reader sees rafe getting angry at someone and she runs to Sofia scard bc she isn’t used to seeing him like that and Sofia and rafe have to calm her down and comfort her ?🙏🏼

You three are at a party to try and enjoy the evening after the Enduro race earlier where Rafe revved into JJ's bike, luckily not getting hurt.

But since that, Rafe has been a little on edge, obviously keeping it at bay for the sake of you and Sofia, now holding a bottle of beer in his hand, his one arm around your chest, your back pressed into his front while Sofia is at his side.

She pulls away and Rafe's arm around her waist falls back against his side. "I'll get a refill, you need one too?"

Rafe nods, leaning down to give her a quick kiss, watching her walk off he wraps his free arm now around your front as well, his chin resting on top of your head.

You are actually enjoying yourself, a little tired but still singing along to the current song playing, with a smile on your face. All until a couple walks past you and Rafe, glancing at you weirdly before starting to gossip.

"I heard they're both dating a pogue." The girl says to her boyfriend and it instantly gets Rafe's attention, the hold on the bottle tight as he narrows his eyes at the pair.

"Yeah, not to mention that Y/n and Rafe are rumoured to be involved in Peterkin's murder..." The boy replied.

You jumped when Rafe's voice boomed through the room. "The fuck did you just say?"

The couple turns around, their eyes widening as Rafe pulls away from you to approach them. You hold onto his arm to try and stop him but he wouldn't let their stupid comment slide.

"Nothing, we just-" One of them stammers and Rafe lets out a dangerous chuckle.

"Nah, repeat what you just said about me and my girls, go on. Say it right in my face." He challenges them, patting his cheek for emphasis and you shrink in on yourself, not liking it when people raise their voice, since your father used to yell at you when he was drunk.

Not knowing what to do you run to get Sofia, trying to push back the tears as you search for the kitchen. Finally finding it you are already sniffling, rushing to stand beside Sofia and she quickly sets down the drinks she is holding to grab your arms to ground you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asks, worry etched across her face at your distressed state.

"R-Rafey s'mad..." You choke out, your hands trembling in front of you. The fact you used the nickname let's Sofia know that you're starting to regress but are still trying to stay big in public.

She sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead she grabs your hand and starts walking to where she had left you and Rafe, reassuring you on the way there. "I'll handle this, yeah? Just stay close to me."

You both join the scene and Sofia hurries to stand between Rafe and the guy he is about to lunge at from the look in his eyes but luckily you both got there in time.

"Rafe, calm down." Sofia speaks up, wanting to draw his focus on her. "Hey, look at me, now."

The tone of her voice has Rafe looking down at her, his breathing ragged from anger. "They're talking shit about us-"

"Let them be, it's not worth it." She says, glancing at you for a moment and back up at him. "You're scaring her..."

At that, Rafe turns his attention to you, seeing the way tears are brimming in your eyes and how you're nibbling on your nails, completely overwhelmed with the situation.

"Let's go." He grumbles, his arm going around your waist while Sofia is still holding your hand. Glaring one last time at the couple he steers you out of the house, his hold on your waist firm as you walk towards the car.

Your sniffles are the only thing being heard in the thick silence and Rafe stops to pull you into his chest, a hand on the back of your head, the other stroking your back to soothe you.

"Shh, you're okay. I shouldn't have raised my voice..." He murmurs into your hair, watching Sofia wipe the tears gently from your face and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm not mad at you, y'know that right?"

You nod against his chest, closing your eyes you feel Sofia squeezing your hand assuringly. "He deserves early bedtime for that, don't you think sweetie?"

You smile at that, letting out a quiet giggle. Rafe shakes his head with a smirk, muttering under his breath. "Unbelievable. Can't a man defend his wonderful girlfriends?"

"Not the way you did, that's for sure. So, stop complaining or you'll sleep on the couch as well." Sofia warns him with a raise of her eyebrows, moving to open the car door for you.

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𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙚—bandmate mizu hcs

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Hey dears!

I've been listening to an old playlist I made when I still had time to listen to various genres of music and nostalgia hit me in such a good way.

Hope that you will find much fun in these headcanons as much as I had fun writing them <3

Enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warnings: not proofread, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

note/s: manager reader; mizu has a crush on you

✦ She plays both electric guitar and bass. She'd be sporting a white Epiphone 1961 Les Paul SG Standard, a graduation gift from her step father. Since it had so much sentimental value to her, she never really got around to replacing it. But when she got her first job, she spent the first few months saving up for her bass which was a Fender American Performer Mustang Bass.

You'll never see her in the studio without it. She even keeps it by her side when everyone's taking a small snack break. It's like they're her babies.

One time Taigen tried playing with it while Mizu was in the restroom and everyone was surprised at how fast she came out of the comfort room to smack him on the head with a force so heavy the smack sound echoed around. With that incident, everyone knew not to touch her instruments.

✦ Dresses up either in the typical oversized shirt and baggy pants...or like Kurt Cobain. You cannot change my mind. End of conversation.

✦ Mizu would be the type of member who has argued or fought with every one at least once. It didn't matter how insignificant the issue was. If she didn't like what she saw or what was happening, she doesn't hesitate to speak up about it. This, of course, led to arguments and fights that you often had to mediate.

Why you? It's because she never really listens to anyone else. If anyone else broke up the fight, she'd fight with them as well.

"Mizu," you sighed out, crossing your arms and staring at her with an unamused look.

When you arrived at the studio, Ringo had immediately informed you that Mizu and Akemi were arguing yet again. The atmosphere inside was so thick, you could probably cut it with a knife. This led you to pulling Mizu out of band practice to have a talk with her.

She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms back. Her head was turned towards another direction, not really able to look at you. "It's her damn fault. Her and her old man," she simply replied, making you sigh yet again.

"I know you're annoyed at her dad for interrupting our practice again but you know you can't argue with Akemi all the time," you responded, unfolding your arms and placing a hand on her shoulder. "We need both of you in this band, y'know?"

Her body tensed up slightly when she felt your hand make contact with her shoulder, a blush forming on her cheeks ever so slightly. Fuck you're so cute. She glanced at you before pushing herself off of the wall, rubbing a hand over her face, seemingly annoyed. "Fine, fine. I'll apologize," she grumbled

You smiled at her, making her glance at you again. "Thanks, Mizu."

When both of you returned inside, she immediately apologized to Akemi like a brat who was scolded. But Mizu knew she'd argue with Akemi again the next time her dad barges in the studio. She's just trying to please you for now.

✦ If she isn't playing, she'll be sitting all by herself, researching about where to buy instruments and paraphernalia or watching recordings of another band's recent gig. Ringo would often join her when he spots her. His sudden appearance often makes her jump. At first, it would just be Ringo talking about his day, then what he ate, then the new songs he discovered from the smart shuffle feature of Spotify to which Mizu would either respond by not saying anything or just nodding.

When Ringo spots her looking for better instruments, he'll start talking about second-hand equipment and old but gold repair shops. Although it seems like Mizu isn't listening to him, you'll spot her checking the seller's profile or going to the shop itself on her free time even if she had no intention in buying anything.

✦ Has the most random playlist among everyone in the band. While everyone had a main genre they stuck to, such as Taigen with grunge, Akemi with pop, and Ringo with country, Mizu just listens to whatever. As long as it sounds good, she adds it to her playlist.

And mind you, she just dumps all the songs in ONE playlist.

You tried listening to it once and hearing AC/DC's Back in Black after listening to Twice's TT followed by bouquet by Ichiko Aoba was not something you'd expect to hear in that order.

She gets embarrassed when she finds out you listened to her playlist but doesn't make it obvious. The next time you look at her profile, you'll find a playlist named "you, it's always you" and it's just filled with love songs and songs about having a crush.

✦ Along with the previous, their opponents during battle of the bands competitions often underestimate her. The other competitors would be so confused because why is this dude listening to Tchaikovsky backstage instead of practicing his rifts?

Mizu was simply chilling backstage, earphones in, listening to her random ass playlist again when a shadow looms over her. She looks up and sees Akemi, staring at her and saying something she could not hear.

She removes an earbud, raising an eyebrow at their vocalist in a seemingly annoyed manner. "Your music is too loud. We can hear it from the dressing room," Akemi points out, crossing her arms. She leans forward and looks at Mizu's phone before letting out an amused huff. "Don't you think listening to Hamilton before the competition is a bit weird?" she asks with a smirk.

The other bands sitting around and eavesdropping on the two whispered, glancing at them. Hamilton? Really? Before a battle of the bands competition? Bud is already throwing away his shot, they thought.

The guitarist simply grunts at her, shrugging her shoulders at her. "This is none of your business. Go warm up or something," she replies before putting her earbud back in and closing her eyes as she leaned back against the chair. Akemi rolled her eyes before walking off, probably to find the rest of the band.

When they get up on stage, everybody already thinks the guitarist doesn't know shit. But man, the look on everyone's faces when she starts playing Chopsuey? Goddamn.

Goddamn.

✦ Unlike the others members, she doesn't actively try to build connections with other bands. Once the competition is over, everyone except Mizu is out their mingling with other bands. You're out there talking with your fellow managers, Ringo is talking about food with the other bands for some reason, and Taigen is out there attracting the other women which leads to Akemi dragging him by the ear. Mizu is just...there.

She finds interacting with other people unnecessary. She also has her moments when she recognizes and wants to talk to someone from another band but she's too awkward to talk to them. What she'll do is just stare at them from a distance and wait for someone to introduce them to her.

"You're burning a hole through their heads," Taigen comments, sitting down next to Mizu on the equipment crate and propping his leg up. Mizu grunts in acknowledgement of his comment but continues to stare at the other band. "They probably think you're a weirdo," he laughs.

She glares at him for a brief moment before looking at the band at a distance again. "They had a gig in the bar near our studio. Pretty impressive," she explains. Taigen nods, now staring at the band too.

The both of them watch as you approached the band of interest, cheery and bubbly. Almost immediately, you were already chatting it up out there.

A manager's skill probably.

Mid-conversation, you felt someone watching you so you turned around, eyes meeting with the two. Your smile widened, making the two of them stand up, knowing what was about to happen. They watched as you talked with the other band again. Suddenly, they looked at Taigen and Mizu's direction and approached them with you by their side.

"And these are my bandmates!" you introduced, moving over to their side. Just as Mizu was about to shake the vocalist's hands, the vocalist from the other band immediately patted her shoulder. "You're that person from one of our gigs! So how was it?"

The introvert in her was thanking you so much.

✦ She's a lady killer, but she's also very awkward when women approach her. As much as Mizu is pretty, Mizu is undeniably very handsome as well. Let's be honest, who wouldn't be attracted to a tall, well-built guitarist with an aloof aura and the sexiest deep voice you've ever heard?

The problem was, she didn't really know how to interact with them. The moment someone tries to hit on her, she's either frozen stiff or already planning her escape.

Mizu could not do anything but stare at what had landed on her feet.

It was a bra. With someone's number on it.

"Call me! Please!" someone from the audience screamed. She looked around in confusion before looking at the article of underwear by her feet with her eyes narrowed. Slowly, she bent down and picked it up, holding it by the straps.

Holy shit these were big.

What the hell was she supposed to do with this? Throw it back to the owner? Poor Mizu was lost. She continued to hold it up awkwardly, trying to figure out what should she do. If you hadn't told her to toss it you, she'd probably still be staring at it by the next song.

And you'd think people would stop doing that, but no. In fact, the amount of women hitting on her backstage increased. The little incident on stage somehow increased her charm with the ladies. Because holy shit...she plays both guitar and bass, both tall and well-built, looks so fucking good in a relaxed fit, can be both pretty and handsome at the same time, has an aloof and mysterious aura, AND she's awkward?? Sign me up. Sign me the fuck up.

✦ Unintentionally gets good venues for gigs. That's why you always bring her with you when talking to the owner of the venue. None of you really know how she does it, but she does?

"For the last time, I'm telling you. We've already booked enough performers for this month," the owner grumbled, glaring at you and your persistence.

You frowned at him, clasping your hands in front. "Please! We just need a gig to fund a new amplifier," you begged, giving the owner doe eyes. To no avail, the old man wouldn't budge...is what you thought.

Mizu saw your frown and knitted eyebrows and decided that it was a good time to approach you. She looked at you before looking at the owner with narrowed eyes, almost like a glare. "Is there a problem?" she asked, stepping forward and closer to the owner, stopping only once she was almost face-to-face with him. Her sharp blue eyes stared at his, piercing through his soul.

The owner stepped back a bit, looking up at her before shaking his head. "No no, we were only uh...talking about which time slot you wanted next week!" he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

Upon hearing this, you immediately perked up and gently pushed Mizu aside. "What? Really?!" you exclaimed, holding on to the guitarist's arm in excitement. The owner nervously glanced back at Mizu, who was still looking at him with the same intimidating stare, before nodding in clear defeat.

After you had negotiated with him, the two of you left with a smile. "That went supeeer well!" you laughed out, looking over at Mizu. "What'd you do anyway?" You grasped her arm, shaking it slightly.

She shrugged, looking anywhere but at you to conceal her blush. "Beats me. I just looked over to see what you were frowning at."

✦ She doesn't like singing even if she sounds pretty good. Everyone in the band, except you, has heard her sing and has tried to convince her to be the lead vocalist for at least one song but is always greeted with a "no" or a "shut the fuck up". She WILL do the back up voice but she feels too insecure about how deep and husky her voice is so it's rare.

You didn't know she didn't like singing though and on one faithful occasion...

You opened the door to the studio and was immediately greeted by the sight of Mizu sitting on the floor with her guitar in hand. The two of you arrived pretty early so the rest weren't there yet. Her guitar was unplugged and it seems like she was looking up songs on her phone.

"Hey..." you greeted her quietly, to which she nodded. "What's up?"

She looked up from her phone before sitting up straight and propping her phone on her thigh, getting ready to play. For a moment, she did not do anything but stare at what was on her phone before looking at you.

"Want to hear me sing?"

You looked at her with wide eyes, a smile slowly tugging on the corner of your lips. Despite her question catching you off guard, it was still a welcomed surprise. You nodded and sat down on the floor next to her, leaning against her slightly.

Her breath hitched upon feeling you so close to her before she slowly relaxed and started strumming on the unplugged guitar. At first, she started strumming a bunch of random chords to calm her nerves. Once you heard the first few chords, you immediately recognized the song.

"If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything..." she sang, strumming on her guitar softly. "I could even learn how to love."

The way she was singing the song so shyly yet so tenderly warmed you up.

Each strum.

Each word.

Each pluck .

It was like she was singing the song with someone special in mind. You leaned closer to her, resting your head against her shoulder, not minding how much it was moving.

She moved her shoulder a bit lower so you could fully rest your head against it, still singing. "Look at you go. I just adore you." She glanced at you for a moment before continuing. "I wish that I knew...what makes you think I'm so special."

A small smile also tugged on her lips as she looked at you. You looked so peaceful. You felt so peaceful. Like you were enjoying your time with her as she continued to sing. "When I see the way you way you look shaken by how long it took, I could do about anything.."

"I could even learn how to love like you"

[marymary-diva17]

Neglected sully (3)

avatar navi x reader

The forest had been your whole life it was where you had been born and took your first steps, it had made you happy and also broke your heart. It had become the place where it held all the people that you love so dearly, and who saw you for you. Sorrow had come from the place when you had been blamed for actions way out of you control, and later on banished from the place you call home. Still holding close the memories and some keepsakes from your old home and life. When there comes sorrow there also comes new beginning and you had stated your new beginning.

y/n" my eywa my great mother my guidance in the dark" Right now you are sitting in the home that you have made with kawwney. It had been nearly three half years since she was exiled and disowned. She had been able to make a new life here among the reef navi, yes it did take her time to adapt but she soon become one of the people.

y/n " thank you great mother for the blessing you gave me in life" you are singing your song chord. Life had changed so much for you since you had left home and become metkayian.

????? " ma y/n" you soon stooped singing and soon looked up to see your husband kawwney standing there.

y/n " hello my husband how was the talk with your father and mother"

Kawwney " it had went well my love I had been even asked by my father to join him, on scouting missions and I agree if that well with you"

y/n " that perfect with me ma kawwney it good you and your father, are helping and sharing the clan responsibilities"

kawwney " thank you yawntu" kawwney soon brought you into an warm embrace and kissed your forehead, making you smile and kiss him back as well.

kawwney " now tell me where are our wonderful children"

y/n " they are fast asleep my love"

kawwney " here I was hoping to have some time with them before I had to leave"

???? " baba"

y/n " well it seems like you get that wish answered my love" kawwney smile brightly and laughed, as she soon walked off into another room of the home.

y/n " do you need help in there"

kawwney " I'm good" kawwney soon came into the room carrying three navi children in his arms, all of them smiles brightly and happy.

y/n " they are growing up so fast ma kawwney"

kawwney " well they are ours in no time they will be walking around here and talking in compete sentences with us"

y/n " our perfect sons and beautiful daughter"

kawwney " yes our perfect children just like their mama and they will do amazing in the future" You had started a family with kawwney not that long ago and had triplets two boys and one girl, and triplets are rare among navi sending the clan into celebration due to the boys birth. They are named Kewia, Roili, and Aeyla names that you and kawwney had picked out for them.

warrior " kawwney and y/n hello I'm sorry for interrupting"

y/n " it okay has something happened"

warrior " yes tonowari has called us we will be leaving now for scouting and some other matters"

kawwney " tell my father I will be there shortly I need to put my children down"

warrior " yes I will make sure to tell him" the warrior soon left leaving the family of five in the home.

y/n " here let me take Ayela for you so you can put kewia and Roili down"

kawwney " thank you" ayela had soon went into your arms and smile, as you held her for a bit until you put her down on a mat, soon being joined by her brothers.

kawweny " I will be home in time for dinner so don't worry"

y/n " I always worry"

kawwney " I will be safe you had helped me learn more about these humans and their ways, take care of yourself and the children as well ... I know you will not be alone today as my mom and siblings will be here with the rest of the clan"

y/n " that what I love now go dont keep your father and other waiting any longer"

kawwney " yes my love" kawwney had grabbed his spear and soon kissed you and the kids goodbye before he took off and left. You had soon watch him leave until you could no longer see him, and you soon sat down with the children.

y/n " my children you will always be love by me and I will make sure the three of you are treated fairly and no ever feels alone, I will not become like them"

kids " mama" the children smile towards you making you smile at them, as you soon started looking at them as they play with their wooden toys and crawling around trying their best to walk.

tsireya " hello"

y/n " tisreya come in" tsireya soon smiled as she walked into the home, you and her become very close after the days of your arrival here. She had been happy to finally meet the girl her brother had been crushing on and telling her about as well.

tsireya " I came to check up on you and my nephews and niece how are they doing"

y/n " I'm guessing your brothers are not that far as well"

rotxo " good morning"

aonung " good morning y/n and little ones" the children started speaking in gibberish and laughing after seeing their uncles and aunt arrive in the home.

y/n " it good to have you kids here today but sadly you missed your brother as he went off with your father"

tsireya " oh we saw him when he was with our father and as we going to come see you anyways"

y/n " that sounds like your brother"

aonung " come here kawie lets do more with your walking I know you will be a mighty warrior like my brother" aonung soon reached out his hand and started helping his nephew walk a bit.

rotxo " come on roili we can't let them have all the fun" while the boys were doing some walking practice on the other side of the room, leaving you with ayela and tsireya.

y/n " these boys are so much like kawwney"

tsireya " do you mean the older boys are the babies"

y/n "both" you and Tsireya had laughed as the both of you are helping ayela with her walking.

later that afternoon

ronal " hello everyone"

aonung " mother"

ronal " hello I came to speak with y/n and see my grandchildren"

rotxo " yes mom but I thought you will be busy all day"

tsireya " yes with clan responsibilities"

ronal " well I got some time off and now I came to have some words with y/n"

tsireya " yes mother"

y/n " you all can come see the children later it almost time for their nap"

aonung " okay will we are off to deal with our task mom"

ronal " that good my children" the kids had left as you had put the triplets down for a nap, once they are asleep you are now sitting with ronal.

ronal " I came here to have some words of importance with you"

y/n " sure"

ronal " as you know my son will start taking a more serious role as the future leader of the clan, and sharing responsibilities with his dad"

y/n " yes he told me that this morning he very happy about it and I'm happy for him"

ronal " I'm happy for him as well but I wish for you to take over some roles of tshaik as you being his mate, you will share the title with tsireya"

y/n " I wish not to take away her birthright"

ronal " no need to worry y/n reya has benen told and agree with it, as you had helped her learn as well you healing ways have helped the clan in many ways and your connection with the great mother is mighty and beautiful ... tshaik was your brith right was it not"

y/n " yes but everyone wishes for my sister and my brother future mate over them as I was seen bad child or demon blood"

ronal " there no demon blood in you I was shocked when my son said he was in love, and I was hoping to meet the girl who stole his hair but we did meet ... in a way I was not hoping for"

y/n " I don't think anyone hope we will meet like that' you and ronal laugh a bit.

ronal " you are perfect learning the ways wonderful and soon making. name for yourself, and soon becoming one of the people and starting a family here as well"

y/n " thank you and I will like to take the responsibility and tile of tshaik"

ronal " good" well it was agree as now you will be taking over the some of the responsibilities of tshaik, an announcement had been shared with the people and soon enough word had spread around the village. As life in the village had become peaceful and clam at the moment that all changed when you heard horn blow.

y/n " has someone come or have the Scouts return" you had went to check on the children to see they were still asleep, as you soon went to see what was going and it seem like the rest of the clan is doing the same thing as well.

navi " new arrivals have come to the village"

navi 2 " yes it seems like they all have traveled a long way to get here"

navi 3 " they look similar to y/n they are from the forest as well ... oh y/n hello"

y/n " hello it seems like we have guests from the forest I'm going to see them" you had soon made you way through the crowd it was not the hard as they had made room for you, soon enough you had seen the newcomers bit by bit until you were close enough. Until you stopped walking as you reach the front, looking at the male navi who was at the front.

Jake "hello we come in peace we mean you all no harm" it was your family and old clan, even due it had been many years you could still remember them very well but it seems like they did see yet. Soon enough tonowari and kawwney had retune shocking the new arrivals, as they landed their creatures in the water and soon walked onto the beach.

Jake " I see you tonowari and I see you kawwney"

tonowari "Jake sully" soon enough ronal had made herself know as the crowd made room for her as well, she was now standing with her son and mate.

ronal " ......."

tonowari "why have you all come here"

Jake " we came here seeking refuge for my family and clan ... we seek uturu"

ronal " uturu"

Jake " yes for my family and clan please that all I ask for" ronal was walking around your family she soon noticed three of the kids, are just like you and her granddaughter. She knew of the history of your parents and was staring draggers at them.

ronal " there arms and tails are weak they will have a hard time adapting here"

Jake " we can adapt right everyone"

everyone " yes"

ronal " these three kids have the blood of sky people in them"

Jake " yes they are just like me two of them my kids and other one the adopted son of my right hand man Tsu'tey, but I was once sky people and become one of the people"

Tonowari " we all know tale of toruk makto but you are not the only one who has come here from the forest"

mo'at " what do you mean"

ronal " many years ago someone from the forest had made their own journey here

Jake " who we never knee someone from the forest had come here"

????? " hello it has been a long time hasn't it Jake sully" you soon showed yourself looking at your family and old clan, they all looked shocked to see you standing there.

neytiri " y/n"

y/n " hello may the years have gone by but I can still remember you all"

sully kids and spider " y/n"

tonowari " y/n as you had once been form the forest and one of omatacayia clan, do you think we should let them stay"

y/n " yes we should let them stay it the will of the great mother, it will be horrible to send them away after all the way they came here"

Jake " y/n you are ...." Jake had tried to take a step near you but had been hissed at by kawwney who was glaring at the war hero.

tonowari " you and your family along with your clan will be allowed to stay here, we have some home and extra space for you all to use ... hut during your time you will be learning the ways of our people"

Jake " yes what do we say everyone"

everyone " thank you"

tonowari " my childern from my sons and daughter will be helping with your children and the boy with training, and y/n as well if she wishes to"

kawwney " y/n"

y/n " I will help them as I still hold my clan and old home close to my heart, even after all these years"

aonung " we will help for the sake and honor of y/n"

rotxo " yes we will do our best to help to our guests learn the ways"

Tsireya " yes we will"

tonowari " my people the sully family and their clan members will staying here with us as we see them learning the ways, but we will need to help them as they are babies taking thier first breathe" the clan was not that happy that much of helping the adults as they knew of your past, and hated how much pain you had been put through.

y/n " come with me I will show you around the village and where you all will be staying"

tsireya " I will help as well"

rotxo and aonung " us to"

y/n " then grab what we can and help them move come along so, you all will have enough time to settle in" there had been no time for words to be spoken, as the group had soon followed you as you showed them around village. Your family was now standing near their new home.

y/n " this is where you will be staying for your time being there enough room for you all. Tsu'tey you and your son will be staying over there"

Jake " thank you"

y/n " your welcome" your sibling and spider had put their stuff down and soon ran towards you, they soon hugged you.

neteyam " you been here the whole time"

y/n " yes I have after the incident that had unfolded many years ago"

lo'ak " we have missed you but now that you are here with us"

y/n " yes I have missed you all"

kiri " you have changed so much sister"

y/n " we have all changed my sister"

tuk " y/n I'm happy to have my big sister back"

y/n " I'm happy to have my baby sister back as well"

spider " we have missed having you around"

y/n " well we are back together"

mo'at " granddaughter"

y/n " grandmother" the children had let you go as mo'at soon walked closer to you, and soon hugged you and you hugged her back.

mo'at " I'm happy to see you are well and the young adult you have become, all of you have grown up well in front of my eyes and when we were apart"

y/n " yes we all have and that makes me happy"

tsireya " we hope you all have a good stay here"

lo'ak " thank you for the help"

tsireya " your welcome"

neteyam " thanks for the help back there with the stuff"

aonung " well you are all our guest here we will be helping as much as we can"

spider " this place amazing"

kiri " I cant wait to see what is offers"

rotxo ' " well you are going to have an amazing time here" the group had helped the guests unpack their stuff and settle in bit.

tsireya " y/n we are going to head home for dinner and it getting late as well"

y/n " yes that good" the three teens soon left leaving you with your loved ones.

y/n " there is the food here or I see you brought some food as well, getting settled in"

neteyam " wait why don't stay with us"

y/n " I will love to brother but I have my own place here and I'm need elsewhere, don't be sad I will see you all tomorrow and we will have enough time to caught up"

tuk " okay"

y/n " goodbye for now rest well everyone" your sibling and spider hugged you on last time they soon walked into the their homes. As you were now with Jake, Neytiri, and Tsu'tey the tiro looked at you.

y/n " I hope the clan can help you while you are here"

Jake " it been so long your have grown over the time"

neytiri " yes it good to see you again life hasn't been the same"

y/n " take care all of you and tomorrow change is coming for us all" you had bowed your head saying nothing else as you soon walked off, leaving them alone to get use to their new lives here. There was something new about you that no on could understand only mo'at could see and understand, they soon saw you speaking with kawwney and soon talking with him and walking off together. There was this feeling in the air that your family and clan were feeling after see you after so long.

That night

y/n " ......" you are sitting on the bed you share with kawwney, he soon came into the room with the children.

y/n " what going on"

kawwney " it will be best for them to stay in here with us tonight, as you are going to need all our support to deal with them" kawwey soon place the kids in hanging crib.

kawwney " they are asleep after having a good dinner and play time"

y/n " yes"

kawwney " what the matter my love"

y/n " I hope I have enough strength to deal with them"

kawwney " you have enough strength my love you have shown me that strength over and over again, but you are not alone I'm here I will help you"

y/n " thank you"

kawwney "I love you"

y/n " I love you as well" kawwney soon brought you into a hug and kissed your forehead, the both of you stayed awake before laying in bed and fall alseep after moving the kids to the bed. You had looked at your mate and kids, with a smile on your face yes you did have the strength for anything that will come for you. A smile grown on your face as you kissed your husband and kids on their heads, before falling asleep as well. As the last words had escaped your mouth before you had fallen asleep thank you great mother.

[shadowsndaisies]

the hard deck: athena settles debts (pt 4)

WC: 898

synopsis: what if Mav's daughter settled his tab that night in the hard deck

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athena-verse masterlist

a/n: this was brought on as i rewatched top gun maverick again, because i love it. and even though i should be finishing the last update of season 1 for codename: nightingale (which is only missing the final fight btw its almost done!!!) i took a little brain rot break. also top gun's been officially added to my masterlist!

You'd heard the jukebox get pulled and then the piano, and you couldn't move. Even when Phoenix tried to convince you to join her by the piano. You watched as Hangman and Coyote stayed with a few others by the pool tables at first, but even they started wandering over eventually.

Hangman, however, moved slow. He lingered by you first, saddling up beside the table. And ehen he realized your gaze was going to stay focused on your beer's label, where your fingers were slowly peeling it off the bottle, he knocked on the table. A look far more gentle than you'd anticipate in such a public place crossed his face as your eyes met his.

" 'Thena?" he calls your callsign with a softness that you know is real, and your lips tug down at the thought of having to lie to him when he's being so open with you.

Before you can say anything else before he can ask more, Penny rings the bell again, and chants of "overboard" can be heard. Saved by the bell, literally.

"Go," you nod. "Penny beckons," you tease softly, forcing your lips to turn up.

He nods, and both Payback and Coyote go with him.

When you follow them with your gaze, you meet your dad's eyes, and when the three younger pilots take up positions, boxing him in, a small quirk of a smirk curls at your lips, because it would be him. He seems to catch your eye just in time and offers up a half smile in response. You watch as Penny gives a nod, her head jerking toward the door. Then the three hoist your dad up in their arms and carry him, before throwing him out, a small amused smile now on your lips, as you make a note to stop by the Kazansky house tomorrow, Ice would love to hear about this.

You're so focused that you miss the first few notes. It's not until a familiar voice fills the space with lyrics that you learned as a baby that there's a sickening twist in your stomach and a renewed need to leave as you push out of your seat, leaving the half empty beer behind.

You move to the bar as Bradley begins to sing and have to force yourself not to look at him. You know what you'd see, aviators perched low on his nose, still slightly crooked from when he'd caught a fastball to the face as a teenager. Curls that are almost golden in the light but had to be matted somewhat by the heat and sweat inside the bar. He had that stupid mustache just like his father's, that was just borderline within regs. You know his dog tags were visible on top of his tank top, with some stupid Hawaiian shirt hanging open. You know what you'd see, so you do your beat to avoid looking.

If you had caved, what you would've also seen is how he searched for you while he sang. A slow scan of the bar, for the girl he learned the lyrics beside, propped on an old piano as a toddler as your father's and his mother sang along, holding little you in her arms. In the mass of people surrounding the piano though, he's having a hard time finding you, why did he pick this song?

"Hey, Penny," you call her name, and her head snaps to you, from where she'd been watching your dad get tossed out.

Your lips quirk on end a bit. Years have gone by, and her relationship with your father, volatile as it can be, still has been the most steadfast of your life. She was your mom in all the ways that mattered.

"I didn't realize they called you back too," she says, talking a bit loud over the music.

"Best of the Best, Miss Penny," you muse, though there's a hollowness in your chest as you say it, she seems to catch it.

"What can I get you, sweetheart?" she asks, grabbing a glass and you shake your head.

"No, I, uh… I'll settle for the old man," you tell her, head tilting as you slide your card across the bar.

"No, he'd—"

You cut her off, though, before she can argue. "No, let me. I, uh, I was heading out anyways. You know him, he'd hate to have an open tab," you admit, throwing in a joke to add some levity.

"Sweetheart-" she tries again, and you know she can read you. Despite all the years and gaps in your relationship with her. This was the woman who took you to buy pads for the first time, you knew that she knew you.

"Please, Pen, I… I can't be here, not with this. It's so much worse for him, too. Let me settle it," you admit to her rawly, and her gaze moves to where there's a live performance.

"History's a fickle thing, isn't it?" she offers instead, taking your card. "The ones we truly care about, they always seem to come back in the end, though."

"You'd know better than me, Pen," you shoot back, your tones got a bit defensive but she doesn't even flinch.

She hands you your card with a bittersweet smile, "I guess I would," she nods.

You let out a sigh, and look back at her, "Tell Amelia I'm back?" you ask, and she nods. "At the end of this, whatever it is, tell her I'll take her for ice cream?" you tag on, signing the receipt.

"I will, she'll hold you to it though (Y/n)," Penny confirms.

"I'd expect nothing less as a woman of the Navy," you muse, tucking your card away and turning from the bar.

Rooster's still singing, his voice as pretty as ever. And you can't help your self. You cave.

sue me, you think as you look over at him just once as you pause by the door.

"Well, kiss me baby! Ooh! That feel's good!" he sings, and you smile to yourself despite the ache, shaking your head as you push the doors and walk out. He had a smile on his face, and maybe, maybe you could learn to be okay.

Maybe.

(Probably not.)

You're unlocking your truck when you hear your name. "Athena!" You pause and turn, surprised to see both Phoenix and Hangman; after all, they always seem to be at ends.

"Where are you going?" Phoenix is the one to ask, her cheeks are flushed and her chests heaving a bit from how she'd all but been screaming the lyrics from beside Rooster.

"Home, gotta get some beauty rest before tomorrow," you tell them. "Make sure I'm ready to show you all up," you cover.

"Are you sure?" Phoenix asks, hesitating by the door.

"Yeah, I'll see you bright and early," you reassure her.

She seems to take your word as she nods once at you before heading back into the bar. Hangman, on the other hand, has stayed outside.

"Bravado was never your strong suit, 'Thena, it's mine," he drawls, and though the words are cocky, you understand the question hidden there.

"Go inside, Jake. I'll see you tomorrow," you say softly before getting in your truck. "I gotta keep both my feet on the ground," you add, willing him to understand, before shutting the door.

You notice he stays, watching as you pull out. It's only once you pull out on the road that he turns to go back in.

He be-lines straight to Coyote, missing the look that Rooster sends him as struts back in. The one that lingers on the door, waiting for you to walk back in as well, not that you do.

...

a/n: come talk with me about this athena idea if you want, it's been a while since i've posted anything not DC, so it was kind of fun. I have a longer non-related top gun fic in my drafts too, but that'll come after cnng probably

everything tags: @butterfly-skinnylegend

[nami-moittli]

Thinking about my Twst x Minecraft AU again so here’s some random anecdotes from that:

_—_—_

*Ruggie singing Hot To Go by Chappell Roan while chopping down trees*

*Another voice joins in. Ruggie stops for a moment as Kalim continues singing*

*The two then proceed to sing the song together while getting wood*

_—_—_

Leona, talking to his chat: “Why do I play with them if I hate them so much?”

Leona: Okay, come here, listen up, I’m going to tell you a secret:

Leona, whispering really close to the mic: I don’t actually hate them. If most of us actually hated each other, we wouldn’t be playing Minecraft together

Leona, speaking normally again: We were all friends before this, with people occasionally bringing new people into our group chat, and one day we decided ‘Hey, we all like watch Minecraft and stuff, why not make a SMP? We have enough people for it’

Leona: We all hate each other as a joke. It’s funny to us

Leona: “Who brought in famous in famous actor and model Vil Schoenheit?”

Leona: Oh fuck, I dunno. Rook, I think?

Leona: Yeah, he’s enough of a freak for that, yeah

Leona: Fuckin’ weirdo

_—_—_

Ace: Hey! Hey Riddle! Look at this!

*Riddle looks over at him. Ace makes direct eye contact (as much as you can with block people) pulls out a shovel and starts digging straight down*

*Riddle takes a deep breath, calmly takes out his sword, and jumps down the hole*

Ace: WAIT! WAIT I’M SORRY-

{Xx_-TrumpofHearts-_xX was slain by QueenRulebookofHearts using [Off With Your Head]}

{CrimsonSlumber: lol}

_—_—_

*In the end, about to face the ender dragon*

Lilia: Does anyone else think about how tragic the ender dragon is? I mean, when you kill her, she drops her egg. There’s no other dragons. Just her and her baby. And you kill her and take her child as a reward. Where’s her mate? Gone? Dead? Who knows. Certainly not us.

Everyone else: …

Lilia and Ace at the same time: Anyway, let’s go kill this thing!/I’m going to push you off this ledge

Lilia: Please don’t, I don’t want to lose all my stuff

Deuce: Does anyone remember Purple Shep?

Malleus: I’m actually the son of the Ender Dragon

Leona: Is that really the lore that you want to make right now? Right before we kill her?

Malleus: Ah-

Sebek: At the very least he’s a Ender Dragon

Silver: Yeah, he’s definitely an Ender Dragon

Ruggie, snickering: So what I’m hearing is that your dad got custody in the divorce

Jamil: Ah, so you’re killing her for making her deal with your dad, I see, I see

Vil: That feels a bit extreme for that…

Idia: TBH ya’ll are talking like a bunch of people who don’t know you respawn the Ender Dragon lol

Lilia: Oh shit really?

Malleus, chuckling: Oh, yes, that’s it. I’m going to kill her and bring her back to life as revenge for my father

Cater: I cannot wait for the fan reception to this, they’re going to go crazy over this lore drop

Ortho: I’m going to go crazy over this lore drop!

_—_—_

I think that’s about all? For now at least lol, I hope these were funny! Not sure if I’ll keep Ace and Riddle’s usernames tho

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Sorry, I just got this image of Steve with a cheesy grin and loving the running joke about him being a parental figure with Eddie.

After Vecna, the first joke gives him a mental image of his future in the RV, and it's Eddie right there beside him. He immediately knows that he wants Eddie to be the father of his children. He just glows when the kids joke about it, and so they do it even more. Of course, it made Eddie annoyed because he's a little slow and still thinks Steve is straight, that he had zero chance with him.

Of course, by the time that Christmas rolls around, they still haven't revealed their feelings. There's a party at Steve's house, and Eddie decides to dress up as Santa as a surprise. He strolled into the living room, shaking his belly.

"Ho, ho, ho!" Eddie bellowed. "Merry Christmas! Hope all you boys and girls have been completely bad this year!"

"Eddie," Steve said with a fond grin. "Where the hell did you find an all black Santa suit?"

"I have my ways," Eddie said coyly. "And you should know that it's not Santa Claus. It's Satan Claws."

He cackled, revealing fake claws, before running off to join the others. Steve watched him, his cheeks red. Robin looked at him in disbelief.

"Unbelievable, I can't believe you're in love with this man," Robin said. "At least my love isn't crazy like him."

She had spoken too soon because a moment later, Vickie entered the house in an all black Elf costume, fangs dripping with fake blood.

"He asked me to be his elf!" Vickie exclaimed as she greeted Robin with a kiss. "It sounded like so much fun!"

"You were saying?" Steve asked as Vickie ran off.

"Well, at least I told her how I felt," Robin said. "Chicken shit."

Satan Claws were a big hit with the kids as well as his Elf. And when the party started to slow down a little, it gave Max an opportunity to talk with Eddie.

"Can I tell Satan Claws what I want for Christmas?" Max asked.

"Sure thing," Eddie said with a grin.

"You know my biggest wish isn't that I could walk again. . .no, I accepted that. What I wish for is my two dads to get their heads out of their asses and tell each other that their madly in love with each other," Max replied.

"Well, it's a huge risk for one of your dads," Eddie chuckled nervously.

"Everything in life is a risk. Getting up out of bed in the morning is a risk," Max said. "You have to decide if Steve is worth it or not."

Eddie shrieked when he felt someone grab him and move him into the doorway of the living room. Suddenly, he was standing in front of Steve, who was looking above his head. Eddie followed his line of sight and saw a mistletoe hanging above their heads.

"Look, Steve - ," Eddie started to say.

Steve grinned and pulled him in by his fake beard, kissing him. Eddie froze for a moment before deepening the kiss. He enjoyed the way Steve giggled into his mouth every time the beard tickled his chin. They weren't even bothered when the kids started to sing, "I saw Daddy kissing Satan Claws." It was all very bad. They broke apart to breathe, laughing with their heads pressed together. Steve touched the pillow under Eddie's coat.

"I work fast," Steve smirked, and Eddie giggled.

"And that boys and girls," Robin said with her finger in the air as though she were a stuffy professor. "Is why you should never kiss a metalhead. They're super, duper fertile."

"Ah," the kids said unison, nodding solemnly.

Eddie grabbed the pillow out from under his coat and threw it at her.

"Fuck off, Robin," Eddie laughed.

"I can't believe you threw your baby," Robin scoffed. "You're a terrible father."

"Don't listen to her, you're a great dad," Steve laughed.

"Aw, thanks, baby," Eddie said.

They kissed again with Robin groaning in the background and the kids starting in on another verse of the song they wrote. It was a good Christmas all around, and Steve looked forward to more to come with Eddie.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Point Of View (Poly!Jimmy Uso x Naomi x OC) | 18+!!! SMUT

Description: Jimmy and Naomi have been married for 10 years. When their recently added third, Kira, needs help seeing herself from their POV, they're eager to show her.

Warnings: Established Dom/Switch/sub dynamic, Daddy/Mommy kink, mention of orgasm denial as punishment, fingering, nipple play, petnames, mention of injury, doubts and reassurance, praise, threesome, poly!Jimmy and Naomi.

Song: POV by Ariana Grande

Face Claim: Coco Jones

You can find my other works here.

MDNI!! THIS STORY INCLUDES SMUT. AS ALWAYS MY STORIES ARE KAYFABE COMPLAINT TO SOME EXTENT AND DO NOT DEPICT REAL PEOPLE.

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Sometimes it is easy for Kira to feel like a third wheel. Not because anyone intentionally made her feel that way but when you constantly hang around wrestlers and well... You aren't a wrestler, it's easy to feel that way.

Add onto that the fact that she's in a poly relationship with a married couple that had been together 14 years. She had just joined them about a year ago. Jimmy and Naomi both made her feel just as loved. She just felt to some extinct she couldn't relate to them the way they relate to each other at times.

It wasn't that Kira didn't have the desire to be a wrestler. She'd actually started training when she was 18 or so with Booker T's 'Reality Of Wrestling' in her hometown Houston, Texas, which is where she originally met Jimmy and Jey.

They were close friends back then, nothing more.

One split second miscalculation led to an awful neck injury and that was all it took to injure her to the point of never even getting to make her television debut. With her future in ring out the window, she stayed on with Booker T who became somewhat of a father figure, and under his wing she learned how to run a promotion.

Years later this led to her becoming GM for TNA Impact, where Naomi, performing under the name Trinity Fatu at the time was Knockouts World Champion. The two hit it off, eventually Kira realized Trin was married to her old friend from ROW and they all grew closer and closer until one day the couple sat her down, explained that they were poly and that they both had developed feelings for her. And the rest was history.

It became a pretty fun dynamic. Kira was a sub. A bratty sub, but a sub nonetheless. Naomi was a switch. Domme to Kira but submissive to Jimmy, who was a Dom.

Naomi was a very nurturing, caregiver type Domme which Kira loved. There was nothing like brating until she pissed Daddy off and got spanked then got cuddles from Mommy. Jimmy was the type of Dom that didn't take himself too seriously. He wasn't afraid to joke around and could always make his girls laugh, even durring an intense scene.

When Naomi returned to WWE she brought Kira along with her who served as sort of an assistant to Nick Aldis, but eventually took his place running Smackdown altogether due to Roman and The Rock deciding around wrestlemania that someone connected to the bloodline needed to be GM. Jimmy volunteered her, not that she had minded.

Kira lay in bed, sandwiched between Jimmy and Naomi in their hotel room after Smackdown.

Kira snuggled closer to Jimmy, feeling his strong tattooed arms around her. He kissed the top of her head, and she felt a rush of warmth and affection.

"You okay, babygirl?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. "You seem a little quiet tonight."

Kira sighed softly, not wanting to burden him with her feelings. "I'm fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired, I guess."

Jimmy frowned, sensing that something was off. "You know you can talk to us, right?" he said, his hand gently stroking her arm.

"It's nothing, Daddy." Kira lied. Naomi quirked a brow not believing it one bit.

"No lying, baby. Don't make us have to punish you." Naomi responded.

"The truth, or you won't cum for a week." Jimmy added.

Kira hesitated for a moment, then decided to open up to them. "I just... sometimes I feel like I don't fit in with you guys," she admitted. "You're both wrestlers, and I'm just... not. I don't have the same experiences or knowledge as you do, and it makes me feel a little left out sometimes."

Jimmy listened attentively, his expression understanding. "I'm sorry you feel that way, babygirl," he said, his voice gentle. "We never meant to make you feel left out. We love you just the way you are."

Naomi, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. "Kira, you're an important part of our relationship," she said. "We wouldn't be where we are without you. We love you for who you are, not for what you do."

Kira felt a lump form in her throat as she heard their words. She knew they loved her, but sometimes it was hard to shake off those feelings of inadequacy.

"I know you do," she said, her voice soft. "And I love you both too. I just... sometimes I wish I could relate to you more, you know? Like when you talk about your matches or whatever."

Jimmy nodded, he remembered that day in training when it happened, when Kira landed wrong on her neck and her hopes of a wrestling career died. He could see the pain on her face even now.

Naomi reached out and took Kira's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We understand, babygirl," she said. "And we're here to support you through whatever you're feeling. We know how much wrestling meant to you, and we're sorry that it didn't work out the way you hoped."

Jimmy nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with empathy. "We'll always be here for you, no matter what," he said. "We love you, and we want you to be happy."

Kira felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as she looked at the two people she loved most in the world. She knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what challenges came their way.

"Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you both so much."

Naomi leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "We love you too, babygirl," she said. "And we'll always be here to help you feel included and loved."

Jimmy wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them close. "Forever and always," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. "Naomi, what do you say we reward our princess for opening up to us?" Jimmy asked, "I'm tryna make her scream so loud we get kicked out the damn hotel." He added, his trademark humor making an appearance.

Naomi grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I like the way you think," she said. "I think our princess deserves a little extra attention tonight."

Kira felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she looked at the two of them. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.

Jimmy leaned in and whispered something in Naomi's ear, causing her to giggle. "Oh, I like that idea," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

Kira's heart raced as she watched the two of them exchange a knowing look. She had no idea what they were planning, but she was already feeling the heat of anticipation.

Jimmy and Naomi both turned their attention to Kira, their eyes filled with desire. "Are you ready, princess?" Jimmy asked, his voice low and seductive.

Naomi reached out and ran a finger down Kira's arm, sending another shiver through her body. "We're going to make you feel so good," she said, her voice sultry. "Just relax and let Mommy and Daddy take care of you."

Kira's breath hitched as she felt their hands on her body, their touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She closed her eyes and let herself surrender to their touch, trusting them completely.

Jimmy and Naomi worked in perfect harmony, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her body. They whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was and how much they loved her. Reminding her that she was their good girl.

As they continued to lavish attention on her, Kira felt herself becoming more and more aroused. She could feel the heat building between her legs.

Jimmy's hands roamed over her body, his touch firm and possessive. Naomi's lips trailed kisses down her neck, her tongue flicking out to tease her sensitive skin.

Kira moaned softly, arching her back as Jimmy's fingers found her most sensitive spot, circuling her clit. Naomi moved lower as well, her lips and tongue exploring the curves of her body.

Jimmy's mouth found hers in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he claimed her lips. Naomi's hands were everywhere, caressing and stroking her in all the right places.

Kira felt like she was in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling with need. She could feel the tension building inside her, and she knew that she was close to the edge.

Jimmy's fingers moved faster, in and out, curling inside her, his touch driving her wild. Naomi's mouth was hot and wet against her skin, and she could feel her orgasm building with each passing moment as Naomi sucked one of her sensitive nipples into her mouth.

With a gasp, Kira finally reached her peak, her body shuddering with pleasure. Jimmy and Naomi held her close, their arms wrapped around her as she rode out the waves of her climax.

"You're so beautiful when you come," Jimmy whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "We love seeing you like this."

Naomi nuzzled her neck, her lips brushing against her skin. "We'll never get tired of making you feel good, princess," she said. "You're ours."

Kira lay there, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt loved and cherished, surrounded by the two people who meant the most to her in the world.

Jimmy and Naomi lay on either side of her, their arms wrapped around her protectively. They showered her with kisses and sweet words. Kira couldn't help the giddy feeling that had come over her, she loved being taken care of by her Doms.

Kira felt a sense of contentment wash over her as she lay there with them. She knew that there would be challenges and obstacles in their relationship, but she also knew that they would face them together.

Jimmy and Naomi had a way of making her feel like she belonged, like she was a part of something special. Kira snuggled closer to them, feeling safe and loved in their embrace.

Jimmy and Naomi held her tightly, their bodies warm and comforting. They talked softly, their voices filled with affection and tenderness.

"I love you both so much," Kira whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "You make me feel like the luckiest person in the world."

Jimmy and Naomi both smiled, their eyes filled with love. "We love you too, princess," Jimmy said as Naomi lovingly played with Kira's hair. "And we'll always be here to remind you just how special you are."

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Bet on it ( Bradley Bradshaw x reader ) PART THREE

Summary : it the night of the gala an awkward start til the two break the silence that leaves them going down memory lane to simplier time with the ice breaking and thawing bradley starts to realise somethings like how good his name sound coming from her lips , how beautiful she truly is and the two get closer and closer

warnings : goofy , fluffy fun , allusions to smut rooster is older than reader by like 8 or something years so aging him up in og top gun timeline

previous part

It was odd , it was awkward as hell and a silent car ride as the both went to talk,opening  their mouths and yet closed a second later . going from enemies and friends wasn’t so clear cut like in the movie where they were instant besties . sure they didn’t squabble or insult each other much as before still few slip ups here and there .  now she kind wish its like in the movies anything would be better than this and when she tried to kill the silence words failed her . she also felt old feeling coming to the surface which she could only hate more for the timing .  she never hated him , never truly  a part of her always loved the man.  a drunken confession to jake  after a particularly bad time between the two that night . she confided in what happened all the years ago maybe it was dramatic reaction from her side but he did truly hurt her and now she was  questioning if he really knew that  , something they could talk about some other time she wasn’t going to make an already awkward moment even worse . it didn’t help how good he looked not that he wasn’t hotter than the fucking sun before but rooster in  three piece suit should of been a crime how good he looked and even more happy she wasn’t driving or they would be heading to a hospital instead of a hospital charity gala . 

Why couldn’t he talk , He of all people  having trouble speaking when all he did was talk . it was like bagman not having an ego and yet the woman currently sitting in the passenger seat of his bronco had him either silent or a blubbering mee  . the same woman who made his blood pressure rising had it rising or a whole different reason .  “ say something jesus anything” he cursed himself internally. 

“ music” he asked quickly to which she just gave a polite nod to . “ least it was something “ he mentally wondering how it was so bad , how it was like this to the point they couldn’t even talk to each other without the rest of their friends around , tapping his finger on the wheel as he listened to the music pretending he wasn’t cringing inside then it came on the radio a song from their childhood , a regular in the hard deck . 

“ you shake my nerves and your rattle my brain” that voice it wasn’t him , 

“ too much love drives a man  insane” she could sing since well , he remember she and his father did but a three year old rendition of twinkle twinkle like star. 

“You broke my will , but what a thrill “ he joined turning to see her smiling . 

“ GOODNESS GRACIOUS GREAT BALLS OF FIRE “ they screamed before bursting into a fit of laughter ,

“ erm excuse me mini mitchell why the hell have i not heard you sing before” he asked. 

“ well you hated me so i wasn’t gonna sing you a lullaby now was i “ she snorted. 

“ i disliked you never hated you but i regret all that really wish i could change it all if i could we could be touring america singing jerry lee lewis” he winked.

“ as much as i love your rendition nothing will ever beat your dad’s  what i’d give to hear him singing it again” she smiled softly .  

“ nah what i would love is his and your version of twinkle twinkle little star , i mean you both made that a ballet” he chuckled. 

“ we did rock that one , but i think our rewrite of bingo was better “ she snorted. 

“ oh yeah the one where you made bingo like a twenty letter word and some numbers in there too “he mused yet playful lilt to his tone. 

“ hey i was exploring art through music and i was also a toddler all words were big back then “ she mock offense .

“ hey now your taking me up wrong i am a fan and so was my dad as he was able to follow along  he was your biggest fan “ . 

“ and my dad is your biggest fan we lucked out on the godfather train huh ? …. Well sort of “ she grimace realizing how it came out. 

“ hey your dad’s  maverick i might be an orphan godchild soon with how he take risks  “ he grinned was her laughter always this way and why did he wanna hear more of it .

“ my dad is maverick that man is gonna outlive us all” 

 the venue was bigger than she though it was bigger event than she thought . in a way it was better it meant more fund for her department , more resources,  more bed. 

“ im not going to get tackle when we walk in her am” he joked . 

“ i mean beth might … nah you should be fine i'll tell them  it was a misunderstanding or something” . 

“ beth the lady i talk to cause if so i  will use you as a shield” . 

“ chivalry isn't dead after all” she smirked . 

just as she went to get out of the car only for him to run like hell to her side opening the door even held her hand as she got out the full gentlemen treatment  seemed to be on the cards as  they walked in the entrance. to say he was  nervous seeing the same security guard eyeing him up til she smile and shook her head signaling is all is good .  the security guard made him nervous but the glare on beth face  well  had him standing behind  y/n when the woman made her way over. 

“ sweet pea blink twice if you need help “ she whispered.  

“ most wonderfully divine miss beth its ok  we sorted it out , bradley this is the wonderfully divine beth most skill nurse beth this is bradley bradshaw master of piano and super hornet jets” y/n stood pulling   him forward and yet it wasn't the nervous  it wasn’t fear of this southern woman who had a sweet  nurturing smile but looks to kill , it was fact it was first time she said his name his actual name , not his callsign or surname but his name . it felt good it felt better then good it made things inside him stir and a dopey grin to form on his face . she got him up in this gala smiling like he was dopey from the snow white and the seven dwarves all because she said his name and this was not good this was not what he thought would happen so early on to the bet ,   he needed to and yet couldn’t squash feeling erupting inside himself that honestly made him feel shit.

Through out the night he stood taller , smiled wider  everytime she introduced him to a coworker or  shit he hope newer people would come in just to do it all again.  Laughing and joking around with her coworkers , the pride that shouldn’t have been there yet burst out of him when they praise her on the good work , how she impacted the patients  or just what an honor it was to know or see her do her thing . 

“ i swear she is only doc i’ve seen that would sing along to the messed up nursery rhymes and not bat a lid and kids love her “ beth cooed as he listened to her coworkers gushing about her. 

“ or trying to get people to come visit the kids she got people dressed as superhero’s last time ” marcus a fellow doctor asked. 

“ hey happy patients happy doctor “ she shrugged taking a sip of her drink . 

“ we should say it to your dad get the dagger squad to come” bradley  clapped excitedly. 

“ the staff and kids would be happy “ beth winked . “ not you i’m still on fence about you pretty boy “ .

“ hey deserved but i hope if her dad says yes i can win you over “ he batted his lashes at the woman as she tried to keep her stance . 

“ what am i missing?” marcus asked. 

“ well we didn’t get along for a while but now we’re cool rooster has redeemed himself tonight “ she swirled the class and yet it he suddenly felt a sting at the fact is wasn’t his name. 

“ so when did you become a couple “ the man  asked excitedly only for both to choke on the liquid in there mouth. 

“ no no no ha no we’re just friend  , buddies “ she laughed grabbing napkins 

“ yeah friends what she said i mean come on girl like her with dude like me “ bradley chuckled til he seen her face drop and the hurt on it . “ i didn’t mean it like that i mean you are wow beautiful .. oh my god am i having a stroke tonight or something”  he groaned. 

“ i think what baby eyes is trying to say is your too good for him and if it not well it what we know”beth god he could kiss that woman if she didn’t scare the hell out of him . 

“ exactly what i meant i didn’t mean i was better or hotter than you “ he stumbled stuttering over his words.

“ boy just shh not making it better.. Now take her to dance that dress is too good to be sitting here all night ” the woman hushed. 

“ yes ma’am … would you wanna dance with me i think my feet work better than mouth “ he turned as she gave a little yes .  now he really did hope his feet worked better than his mouth  or was he going to make more of a fool of himself. 

Hand on hers as she place the other on his shoulder and his other hand to her hip .  gentle swaying he could do as that much it wasn’t too complicated and yet he felt his heart beating hard in his chest he was nearly expecting to see it on his shirt and then she looked up at him and his knees almost buckled  .  he never wanted her to look at him any other way than that , never wanted to hear rooster coming out of her mouth , then he tried to think of the past something to get his head in the game, he couldn’t lose his resolve so quick  a month into the bet he needed to think of how he felt back then the way he felt when it all started . his motivation to keeping strong and yet he couldn’t  the rational part of him was coming to effect and he decided one night to not think of it , one night to think of everything but enjoy the moment at hand. 

As guest filtered out and some memories of her bosses she never wanted to member they stood out of the venue and chill air of night hit . when she saw bradley bradshaw at her door she didn’t think she would have one of the best nights of her life . she never thought feeling she buried so deep would  break and come back in ten fold  . it was crazy , borderline insane to how she felt by end of night and that was it she didn’t want the night to end  , she didn’t want to say goodbye and things to go back to normal . she hated it  knowing it was stupid to think this way fucking hell they just started being some what friends the last month.  The shiver down her body and then she felt the warm weight of his jacket on  her shoulders and his hand out to lead her back to the car .  the whole timeshe willed herself to stop to think clearly to think of how he hurt her all those years ago when she felt like this first.  But she couldn’t all logic and reason quashed by the beat of her heart . . she fell harder than she ever did. Pulling her up outside of her apartment she should of said goodnight leave the good to stay good in that moment . 

“ you wanna come in for a drink” was all it took for another shift to happen a new direction to run it course and what she would find out the worst idea she’s ever had . 

Nervous of being in a small space together , nervous of new but old feeling coming back and nervous  to the  doubt of everything and anything.   Few beers and glasses of wine took the worry , the nerves and the caution away . relax and giddy finding a trip down memory lane filling in the spots of being apart . she told him about med school how hard and crazy it was especially giving she was youngest of her class , old boyfriends and friends . he told her of  collage  still a little sore spot not going to the naval academy but she wasn’t so happy with her dad for that either . then how surreal it was following in the footsteps of his dad and pete mitchell both daunting and exciting . more drink flowing as they laughed and joked around about the good side of memory lane .  

“ i can’t believe we missed out on so much huh ?” she sighed sadly . 

“ we really did , least we friends now right or did my stupid mouth and bad dancing scare you away?”he teased. 

“ you know bad dancing and mouth aside tonight has been so fun , really i mean you haven’t fully won beth over but you have won me over bradshaw”  she beamed up at him . 

“ please call me bradley i like it better when you say it i mean anyone else no eww but when it’s you makes me happy when you say name “ he leaned forward she felt herself pulled like a magnetic force . 

“ bradley “ she whispered and just like that all resolved went out the window  and something snapped as two crashed against one another clash of teeth and tongues , hunger and adorations . stars aligning , fireworks , sunshine and fucking rainbows . a kiss and a fear of what was to come next . 

A blinding light and a thumping headache . a personal jackhammer living in the confine of she sat up  and the sun making it harder to open her eyes  feeling around for her phone til her hand hit something that makes the hangover the least of her problems  as she force her eyes open and see a sleeping rooster naked in her bed . buzzing of her phone on the floor as she dove make sure not to waking the sleeping pilot  crawling out the room not ready to deal with what happened just yet as she hit the  little green icon . 

“ hey darling did ya have fun with chicken ?” 

“ more than i should of “ she gulped .

part 4

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“Hot to Go!” Vegeta X Saiyan! Fem Reader

Summary: A young Saiyan was sent to Earth from planet Vegeta by her father in a damaged spaceship - delaying her arrival by about 20 years. After an encounter with some familiar faces, Y/N joins the Z-fighters despite a strong dislike for a certain Saiyan Prince, which culminates in an interesting intervention posed by Goku.

Notes and TW’s: MDNI – this fic contains mature content for 18+ viewers only! No use of y/n, female reader, angst, enemies to lovers, contains mentions of popular songs. Also note that I know there aren’t smart phones or current music in Dragon Ball, but I don’t care. Thanks.

Descriptions of pretty graphic violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death, recreational drug usage, strong language.

Teensiest bit of bondage and teasing, Vegeta being Vegeta.

13k words

Enjoy! I worked really hard on this one.

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Your arrival on earth was not scheduled, typical, or particularly ornate - needless to say, you hadn't planned on there being a welcoming party. Before you even stepped out of the pod you sensed two very powerful presences awaiting you, and you weren't quite sure what to do with them. 

A hiss of air greeted you as the hatch on your ship slowly opened, your first breath of fresh air, finally, real unfiltered air hit your lungs, and you were exhilarated. 

Your tail swung in the air, catlike and playful as you took in the landscape and two figures, armed with steely glares. Well, one steely glare and one excited expression.

"A Saiyan? How interesting,” said the shorter one, his eyes shifting from you to his companion and back.

"Right? I thought we'd finally met them all! And she seems strong, so this should be fun!” said the taller.

You said nothing as you analyzed them. They certainly looked like Saiyans, with the hair, the physique, but where were their tails? This power too, it was tremendous - you doubted a human could get that strong, but could a Saiyan?

You cracked your knuckles and rolled your shoulders in an effort to shake some of your stiffness as you worked up the nerve to step out of the pod.

The grass beneath your boots was an entirely foreign feeling, springy and slightly damp with morning dew. You marveled at it, nearly unable to switch your attention to the two onlookers.

"I come from planet Vegeta; my father sent me here in this damaged ship to protect me from the destruction of our world by Freiza. Hence my late arrival.”

"Hey, that's something! So, you aren't planning on taking over the planet, or wiping out all humans, or out on a quest for revenge, or anything evil?" Inquired the tall one.

“Uh, no? I wasn't planning on it; I may be a Saiyan but I’m not evil. Maybe because I lived in a spaceship my whole life? My dad was something of a pacifist - or as close as a Saiyan can get to that. He recorded messages to me that taught me to fight for my own safety, but I don't have an ulterior motive for coming here. I just needed somewhere to go. Honest." you told them, and it was true, but you weren’t sure if they believed you, so you kept your distance.

They turned to look at one another, and started talking too quietly for you to hear, seemingly debating whether or not to trust you. After a few moments of deliberating, they waved you over, the short one looking extremely annoyed.

You tucked your tail around your waist tightly and strode over to them; the true force of their power levels became evident as you approached, a tsunami of energy crashed into your senses, and you blanched.

Holy shit am I glad I didn't want to fight these guys; you thought, they're fucking monsters.

As you finally reached the duo you were able to get a closer look at the new faces. The taller one seemed to be running the show, judging by the other's scowl. He had a very distinct hair style that protruded in several directions, and a well-built incredibly muscular body that had you salivating. He was broad shouldered and wore a bright orange outfit, standing out drastically against the otherwise serene and picturesque landscape.

The shorter companion was about your height up close, though his size didn't stop him from drawing your attention. He had a pronounced widows peak, and his hair stood straight up in spikes that appeared to be soft despite their shape. He was also ridiculously muscled, every inch of him toned with precision under a dark blue body suit of what appeared to be a stretchy spandex material. 

"I'm Goku, and this is Vegeta, but you can call me Kakarot! It’s my Saiyan name. Welcome to planet Earth! You seem like an honest enough lady - What do you say to coming back to my place to train? My wife and I have a spare back house you can stay in if you'd like, and we have lots of friends who would love to meet you and help you raise your power level,” said the taller one. 

Wife, you sighed to yourself, there goes that fantasy. 

After a beat of silence he tacked on, “I'm sure you have lots of potential, you spent your whole life in a pod, and we were able to detect you from space! That's pretty impressive for someone who's never been in a fight."

"So, you just want me to train? Train for what?" you asked, incredulous. 

Kakarot snorted, “Um, to fight me, obviously! I want to get even stronger than I am now, and to do that I need strong opponents!”

“So, in exchange for fighting you, I get to live at your house? For free?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

Is this guy nuts? You wondered. 

"Against my better judgement, yes," Vegeta said flatly. 

Despite his grumpy tone, his voice drew your gaze. He glared back, unabashedly. It was nearly imperceptible, but you could’ve sworn he didn’t want to take his eyes off you. They were dark and cold at first glance, but something unrecognizable glimmered beneath their surface. 

You found yourself staring into them for too long, the air heavy with the stagnant conversation and you cleared your throat before tearing your eyes away. 

"I'm sold. Where do I sign?"

Kakarot laughed, "that won't be necessary. Can you fly?"

"I don't know. Never tried," you grinned, "I guess training will start sooner, rather than later.”

Vegeta scoffed and crossed his arms, “I'm not wasting my time on this, knock yourself out, Kakarot,” he huffed and with a whoosh of air he was gone.

"Damn, what the hell is his problem? We seemed to be getting on fine before," You asked, annoyance snaking into your tone. 

Goku chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sure it’s nothing, he’s just grumpy. He’s going through some stuff right now, I guess.”

You stared off into the sky where Vegeta had disappeared. 

How odd. 

“I suppose it’s not my business,” you admitted, “anyway, how do I learn this flying thing?” 

It had been a month since you arrived on Earth, and you were feeling like everything was coming together. 

Your training regimen was intense, multiple workouts a day of a few varieties, ensuring the different muscle groups were getting proper attention, and sparring matches with Vegeta and Kakarot pretty much daily. Goku was a chatter box, and you’d found yourself laughing and talking with him more than you’d ever thought possible. It wasn’t long before you were calling him friend. 

It was odd, you’d never had a group of friends before. The Z-Fighters were a rowdy bunch to say the least, but it was a comfort to be surrounded by people that cared for you, and you cared for in turn. It was unlike anything you had never known.

Bulma and Chi-Chi welcomed you into their makeshift girls only club practically before you could even get your name out of your mouth. They’d introduced you to fashion and makeup and music and all things that you found great joy participating in on Earth, and they were your first real friends. The boys followed suit shortly after, curiosity getting the better of them when it came to a female alien. 

On a sour note, you had only really interacted with Vegeta in passing since that first day. As interesting as you had found him to be upon meeting, he did not seem to share the slightest inclination towards you, and you couldn’t help feeling angry about it. You happened to have met the only remaining single man of your entire species, but he hadn’t spoken one word to you despite spending countless hours working out mere meters from each other and trying your best to beat him in sparring matches. It irked you to no end.

The most annoying part about it was that you couldn’t seem to win. Every spar and lifting session he was there, outpacing you with a smug grin, making snide comments about your lack of progress to Goku, who thankfully defended you or outright ignored them. Every tussle with Vegeta felt like a battle against your own limitations and that drove you crazy. You pushed yourself to the brink, driven by a desire to earn his respect, but you couldn't understand why it mattered so much to you in the first place. You were making progress and improving by leaps and bounds beyond what you had thought possible, but it wasn’t enough to match him, and it fueled your fire.

It was a quiet evening. Yourself, Bulma, and Chi-Chi had been out and about all day and had finally come back to Bulma’s place to split a bottle of wine and watch a movie.

“Chi-Chi, does Goku ever talk to you about Vegeta?” You asked her, trying to sound nonchalant. 

She narrowed her eyes at you, mischief creeping into her gaze. “Every now and then,” a pointed beat of silence, “why?” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. 

“It’s not what you think, Chi-Chi… let’s just say he’s been pissing me off lately and I was wondering if you knew anything about why he’s such an asshole?” 

She snorted and jabbed her finger in Bulma’s direction, “oh, honey he’s always been an asshole, it’s just his nature. Besides, you’re asking the wrong girl. Ms. Heartbreaker over there can tell you what’s got him all hissy.”

“Ms. Heartbreaker?” You asked, surprised. This was the first you’d heard of anything of the sort. 

“Yeah, yeah, so what, I dumped him? I didn’t know he would make it his life’s mission to ruin everyone else’s day, every day,” Bulma scoffed, swirling her wine. 

“I didn’t even know you two dated - I didn’t think Vegeta was capable of such a thing,” you joked, trying to picture him anywhere outside of a training environment was almost comical. 

“Dated,” she said, her free hand signing air quotes, “is a strong word. It was more of a friends-with-benefits situation, except he lived here and generally wasn’t friendly.”

“Why even bother with him in the first place?” Morbid curiosity or the feminine urge to gossip made you ask. 

Bulma sighed and sipped her wine before answering, “well, I may have spoken harshly - he can be sweet at times. Like, one time I mentioned to Chi-Chi I liked this perfume that reminded me of flowers my mom used to grow when I was a kid, and he overheard and brought me a bouquet of them; a bouquet he picked himself because he didn’t want to be seen in public buying flowers. He hates the color pink, but he wore a pink shirt around town because I gave it to him. He cared a lot about me deep down I think, but he only rarely showed it. It was nice at first, and the sex was great, but it was always hard to know what he was thinking. He didn’t talk about feelings pretty much ever. Eventually I just got tired of the insults, and the yelling, and being alone all the time because he only wanted to train to defeat Goku. It just got so exhausting, and I didn’t like feeling like I wasn’t enough for him.” 

“As you should! That man isn’t any good, Bulma. I can’t imagine what kind of a father he would be to his children. If it’s possible to be worse than Goku, that is,” Chi-Chi remarked. 

“I’m guessing he didn’t take it well?” You pressed, your need-to-know bubbling up too much to contain. 

“Obviously not, but the conversation went down pretty uneventfully. I just sat him down and I told him I was done. 

He didn’t say anything to me; I asked him if he was willing to change a few things, so we could work it out, because I did care for the guy, and it’s not like I thought he wasn’t capable or anything. But he just stood up and said something along the lines of “I’m a prince, I was a fool to even think that some common human and I could ever work out,” and he left. 

He came and got his stuff when I wasn’t home and moved in with Goku for a while. And now he’s got his own place somewhere in the city but last I heard he never went there until you showed up. He used to crash at that house you’re staying in, when he wasn’t off in the woods or the desert or wherever he spends his time training.”

“Huh. Well, that’s pretty rough if you ask me,” you stare into your wine glass, watching the liquid ripple thoughtfully, pushing an image of Vegeta’s strong features out of your mind.

 “How long ago was this?” 

“A while ago, maybe like four months? I’m over it now, but Chi-Chi will tell you I was pretty broken up about it when it happened,” Bulma said with a grin at her friend. 

“Oh, I was here for days consoling her,” a glare from Bulma, which Chi-Chi tactfully ignored, “We watched all her favorite movies and went through probably six buckets of ice cream! She was so heartbroken about the things he said to her, and the fact he didn’t apologize.  Eventually though, she realized that in the end he made his choices, and it wasn’t up to her to fix them. Right, Bulma?” Chi-Chi smiled back at her. 

“Exactly. But all this talk about Vegeta is a drag. Tell me Chi-Chi, did I hear that Yamcha visited your house the other night?”

“My house? I think you mean her house,” Chi-Chi waved her glass in your direction.

“Her house!” Bulma screeched, “take it from a girl with experience, as a friend, I hope you two are just hooking up for fun, because that’s all Yamcha is good for.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” you laughed, “I think it was just a one-time thing. He got a little freaked out by my tail.”

Your friends laughed and as the evening went on drinks were done and you all stayed up way too late chatting and giggling. When it was finally time to hit the hay, you laid in bed, and you devised a plan. A plan to piss off Vegeta as much as he had you.

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The morning came too soon, and you were flying on about four hours of sleep. To put the first step of your plan into action you had to get to the gym earlier than Vegeta, and that required an insane amount of discipline since you had been up so late the night before.

You had already planned on staying the night at Bulma’s that night and had a bag packed with your workout clothes and a water bottle ready to go. You stole a protein shake from her fridge before you slunk out the door, the first rays of sunshine barely peeking out from beyond the horizon as you flew to the gym.

It was a private establishment owned by Bulma and her family that came equipped with specialty weights that were far heavier than normal humans could lift and a gravity chamber. They’d had it built out in the middle of nowhere, so the Saiyans had somewhere to exercise and fight without bothering the locals. This worked to your advantage, as you walked in and noticed immediately that you were the only one there.

Excellent, you thought to yourself, I might actually pull this off. Step one of the plan complete.

You finished off your protein shake breakfast and checked the time. An entire hour early. You slipped your headphones on and got right into your stretching and warm up, feeling satisfied with yourself.

Barely ten minutes went by, and you were casually listening to music and warming up when a strong hand gripped your shoulder.

You yelped nearly jumping out of your skin as you spun to face your assailant.

Of course he’s already here, you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you faced the one and only Vegeta.

He wore a simple grey long-sleeved shirt and black shorts. More importantly he was glaring at you; you saw his lips moving and remembered you’re wearing headphones. You took them off, the sudden silence pressing in on you heavily.

“Hello, Vegeta,” you said, not backing down from his glower.

“What are you doing?” He stood with his arms crossed, impatient, his gravelly voice scraping against your eardrums unpleasantly.

“What does it look like, Vegeta? I’m warming up.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, you imbecile. Why are you here now?” He growled.

You clenched your jaw and reminded yourself that this was part of the plan. You wanted him to be angry. This grounded you enough to cool your temper. For now.

“I couldn’t sleep, and I decided to do something productive. Is that a problem?”

“Psh—” he spat, “You’re lying. You reek of alcohol, and you look exhausted. Whatever you’re playing at I’m not falling for it. Just go home if you aren’t going to take this seriously.”  

Anger struck you like a flash of lightning, “I am being serious, Vegeta,” you snapped. “What the hell is your deal? I just want to know, because I’m tired of your shit. Bulma dumped you ages ago-”

In the blink of an eye, he was on you, a fistful of hair gripped in his fingers and his other hand primed to strike. He lifted you up by your scalp, searing pain shooting through your body. You braced your hands on his forearm and levelled your gaze to his, refusing to give him the satisfaction of crying out.

His eyes were blazing, his power wreathing him in golden flame.

“This isn’t fucking about her. You need to get your head out of your ass and start working towards something worthwhile. I am tired of you acting like you’re along for a free ride while Kakarot and I bust our asses to get stronger! So don’t you fucking dare say that this is about Bulma or anything else because it is you!”

His chest heaved, his power level slowly flickering out. You couldn’t do anything but gape at him.

Is that really what he thinks? A whirlwind of shock, confusion, and fury danced around inside you. How could he actually believe that, after how hard you’d been pushing yourself? To beat him.

He thrust you to the ground, disgust written all over his features. For a moment it looked like he would add something else, but he just turned around, walked over to the weights, and started loading up a bar.

You reached a hand up to your scalp and checked yourself over. You were fine physically, of course, but you were seeing red. You stood up, seething with white-hot rage, your power level rising higher than it had ever before.

If Vegeta noticed, he didn’t care. He stood with his back to you prepping to lift and before your mind had a chance to catch up with your body you were hurtling through the air towards him.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your bodies collided. Simultaneously you dug your fingers into his hair, mimicking the motion he had done to you, and you swung your knee directly into the small of his back. A satisfying crunch rang through the room, and he let out a small “oof,” as he was knocked to his knees.

With speed you didn’t know you possessed you flung him by his scalp to his back and let loose a flurry of punches, not entirely in control of your own body. A primal instinct spurred you on. The beast inside you, driven by pure rage, wanted to kill him.

With a shout he managed to throw you off of him and you rolled back to your feet as he stood. His lip was bleeding, and a red bruise was blooming on his cheekbone but otherwise he seemed to be fine.

With a wicked smile he spat out some blood and wiped the rest from his face.

“If that’s all you’ve got, I hope you know that this is a fight you will lose,” he said.

A guttural scream was all you could muster in response before you flew at him again.

Blow after blow, he met your hits with aggravating ease. Your fury was rising, but you were sane enough to realize that he wasn’t counterattacking. You were coming at him too fast and too hard to leave him any room.

With a grin you found your opening. You faked him out with a left-handed punch that was just sloppy enough to be believable and within the same breath swung your right fist directly into his jaw.

He staggered a bit but wasted no time coming back at you. You were ready, though. The sensitive spot where his tail used to be became your sole target and you rammed your heel into it with a sharp kick that had him gasping for air.

With a roar he retaliated, heavy blows landing on your forearms and shins as you blocked his lightning-fast punches and kicks.

You continued to focus on his weakest point. You were running entirely off instinct.

Thunk, one hit.

Thunk, a second.

Thunk, a third.

“Stop! Doing that!” He bellowed, finally, he’d had enough.

His eyes were searing, full of venom. He reared back, and he shot a powerful kick into your chest that sent you flying backwards into the weight rack.

Your head hit metal. White and black spots crowded your vision, and the room was sent spinning. You hadn’t figured out which way was up or down before Vegeta was on top of you.

Punch after punch landed on your ribs. Your stomach. Your face. You could barely breathe, the spots you were seeing growing more by the second.

Through the unimaginable pain, you started to laugh. It sounded more like a gurgle, but you weren’t really paying attention to that. Big spurts of blood dribbled out of your mouth as the delirium set in.

Luck would have it that this is how I die. That’s what I get for pissing him off. I got what I wanted in the end though, didn’t I?

A blur of orange fabric interrupted your musing. The weight on your chest was lifted but your body didn’t feel much lighter. You closed your eyes.

“Hey, you’ve got to stay awake,” a familiar voice said to you, but it sounded far away.

“Eat this,” the voice said.

You didn’t want to. Something small and hard made its way into your mouth anyway. A tasteless little pebble. You felt a hand on your jaw, and you crunched down on the object, swallowing it instinctively.

Your lungs cleared up and your vision started to return to you. You sucked in a breath and found yourself able to sit up.

“Kakarot?” You blinked slowly, taking in the scene before you.

Vegeta was knocked out on the ground about six feet to your left. Goku’s friendly face hovered above yours, brows knit with concern.

“Yeah, it’s me. What the hell happened here?” Goku asked, surveying the room; it was mostly unscathed, surprisingly. Not including yourself, you supposed. The weight rack had taken the brunt of the onslaught, and it wasn’t damaged, just tipped over.

You tried to respond but caught a glimpse of your reflection in a wall mounted mirror. Your clothes were covered in blood. Your own blood.

You looked back at Goku, and your eyes welled up with tears. He squeezed your shoulder with a strong hand comfortingly. You felt stupid for crying but at least Vegeta was not able to see it.

“It’s all my fault, Goku. I-” you choked on a sob, “I made him mad, and he told me I wasn’t training hard enough and then I fucking snapped and picked a fight. I should have known I couldn’t win,” you put your head in your hands and let the tears fall for a moment before collecting yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to start crying. That was just-” you sniffed, and wiped your nose on your sleeve, looking back up at him, “just a lot to process. And super fucking scary, to be honest. I mean, I seriously thought he was going to kill me!”

“I know I sure wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of Vegeta’s attacks. I gave you a sensu bean, it instantly heals all damage done to you in battle. You’re probably lucky I showed up when I did, or we’d be gathering the dragon balls to wish you back right now! Are you feeling better though?”

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you for that, by the way. Speaking of: what happened to him?” You glanced over to Vegeta’s unconscious form.

Your eyes lingered on him; his face surprisingly peaceful in his slumber.

“Oh, I uh- I had to knock him out because he was pretty worked up. I’ve got an idea on how to fix this though. Umm, sorry about this by the way.”

“You’re sorry? For wha-” lights out.

That motherfucker, was all you could think before your mind slipped into sleep

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“Kakarot, where the fuck are we?” Vegeta’s voice rang in your ear, stirring you from unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but a headache was pounding at your temples as you groggily opened your eyes. Blinding sunlight assaulted your retinas.

You were on some kind of porch surrounded by sand, the smell of salt and seawater flooding your nostrils. You held your head as you sat up, Vegeta was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside you. A deep sense of foreboding settled in your stomach as you faced Kakarot.

He was grinning stupidly, “I don’t know the name of this planet but to explain myself a little bit, I had King Kai find this spot and hang out here so I could instant transmission! I’m going to leave you two here until you work yourselves out. I don’t care if you fight or fuck or whatever, but you can’t kill each other and you have to be friends before I am letting you come home.”

“Kakarot, you can’t be serious – take me home, now,” You demanded.

“Nope! There’s food, alcohol, and all sorts of stuff to do here. I am serious when I say friends. No just being fuck-buddies or other weird loopholes allowed.” “As if I would ever sleep with him, Kakarot, what the fuck are you even talking about? I’m over it now. He beat me fair and square.”

Vegeta said nothing, but his jaw clenched at your words. His face even more pissed off than usual. “Not good enough! I can’t have my friends trying to kill each other any time they’re alone so have fun, be safe, don’t get pregnant, bye!” Goku flippantly ignored your question; he tapped two fingers to his forehead and disappeared. You assumed King Kai was somewhere else on the planet because Goku’s energy didn’t go too far away before completely and suddenly evaporating, too far out of your range to sense, and by the nature of the technique, you couldn’t follow it in any particular direction.

“Tch,” Vegeta scowled at you, “isn’t this just great. Now I’m stuck here because of you and your incompetence.”

“Hold on a minute, I’m not the one who went berserk and got all murderous. That’s on you, buddy,” you retorted. “Don’t call me that; and if I recall you did go ‘berserk.’ I just beat you to the punch, naturally.”

You bared your teeth at him, and he snarled right back. You could feel his breath on your face as you clocked how close together you were. His eyes widened briefly as he realized your proximity at the same time you did, and you both leaned away from each other in sync.

“This is pointless. Arguing isn’t going to get us off this planet,” you sighed as you shifted your weight and stood, offering a hand to Vegeta, though you knew the gesture was intended kindly you regretted it instantly. He would probably see it as another insult.

He stared at your extended arm for several seconds, long enough that you were certain he was going to refuse it. You began retracting your hand and forming an apology, but he surprised you by clasping his fingers around your wrist and pulling himself up to standing.

His cheeks were slightly flushed as he let go of your arm, blood rushing to your own ears as he looked at you. You decided in that moment that from now on you were going to keep your distance from him as much as possible. You didn’t want to set him off over something stupid and end up getting pummeled again.

“Well, I’m starving. Let’s see what new hell Kakarot has planned for us, huh?” You gestured to the front door of the small house.

“Fine,” he said, and he opened the door.

The scent that hit your sensitive Saiyan nose was unmistakable and permeated throughout the room.

You plugged your nose and tried not to gag as Vegeta’s ears turned a dark shade of red, the scents of Goku and Chi-Chi’s “activities” inescapable.

He crossed the room and moved purposefully to open every window, sucking in a breath of the fresh outside air, trying to clear the smell.

“He could have at least cleaned up before he stuck us here, ‘King Kai found this place’ my ass,” Vegeta growled and moved to the couch to remove a pile of clothes and blankets that were the source of at least some of the odor.

You just nodded in response, afraid to breathe through your nose again for a few moments.

With the air clearing up you were able to take in the layout of the small house. A cozy-looking kitchen was to the right of the door you had entered from, complete with a breakfast bar and a few barstools instead of a formal dining room. The little kitchen shared space with the living room that contained a couch, an armchair, a low but functional coffee table, and an entertainment center with a TV, DVD player, and a stack of movies. The room was decorated plainly with a plush rug and a few uninteresting beach themed paintings.

There were two doors to the left that you assumed were a bedroom and bathroom, which you were frankly nervous to enter. A glass sliding door led out to a shaded patio that was furnished with a collection of comfortable looking furniture and overlooked the ocean.

You walked over to the breakfast bar to examine some unmarked tote bags that Goku seemed to have left for you while Vegeta went to explore the accompanying rooms, pile of laundry in hand.

The first bag was uninteresting, a few different items of clothing for both you and Vegeta, though you noticed that annoyingly there were no undergarments of any kind in the bag. You take a few moments to separate the clothes into piles and move on to the next package.

This one was more interesting. Various bottles of booze, a deck of cards, and a couple packs of cigarettes (weird, because you weren’t aware of anyone in your friend group that smoked, much less yourself and Vegeta). In the very bottom of the bag was what appeared to be a THC pen, accompanied by a little vial of liquid that you presumed was the juice for the machine. Exciting, indeed, you thought as you set all the goodies to the side.

You shifted your focus to the third and final bag, not sure what to expect. You bit your lip as you surveyed the items, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. Lace and tulle crafted into impossibly tiny strips of fabric stared back at you as you rifled through it. All the lingerie still had tags on them, thank God, but the most horrific part was that nested between all of the garments was a large box of condoms and several sex toys, still in their packaging.

You were so focused on the terror before you that you didn’t notice Vegeta had walked back into the room. Your face must have been giving away your inner turmoil because he called out to you.

“Do I even want to know what’s in that?”

“Nope. This is going into space I think,” you said as you hefted the bag and strode outside to launch it into the sky.

He shrugged and moved over to the bar to inspect the piles you had made. Before you could convince yourself to go through with disposing of the bag you caught a glimpse of the sky, spotting something that put a damper on your plan to keep your distance from him.

You dropped the bag outside with a thud and turned to Vegeta, your headache returning with a vengeance.

“Vegeta, we have a problem. In fact, multiple problems,” you said, rubbing your temple.

“What is it?” He crossed his arms expectantly.

“Just take a look outside for me. Please.”

He huffed but walked over to you anyway. It was still daylight, but the problem was rapidly becoming more noticeable. As he took in the view of the sky his eyes widened, and he ground his teeth together furiously.

“Three moons?” He spat, a vein appearing on his forehead as his jaw worked, “is Kakarot insane? How are we supposed to keep track of all of them? You’ve never transformed into a beast before, you’d have no chance of controlling it!”

“I know that, Vegeta. Do either of the other rooms have curtains or something?”

As a Saiyan, you knew that anyone of your species with a tail would transform into a Great Ape if they looked at the full moon. Typically, they would have the chance to train in that form and gain control of it, but since you had only lived on Earth, where Piccolo had kindly destroyed the moon, you’d had no chance to do such a thing.

“There are curtains in the bedroom, you can hide out in there if all three of them are full at some point. For now, it looks like their current phases are far enough away from full that we won’t have to worry for a while. Just don’t look at the moons and we won’t have an issue,” as he spoke, he happened to glance down to the bag you had dropped.

His face contorted into abject horror as he realized what was in it and he slammed the front door shut.

“What does that bastard think he’s playing at?” Vegeta hissed.

You opened your mouth to respond, only laughter came out instead. From the neck up, he was blushing, and it was actually kind of adorable.

He looked furious but his cheeks darkened to another shade of red and you laughed harder, nearly doubling over.

“Who knew,” you said between giggles, wiping a tear from your eye, “the Prince of all Saiyans was a prude!” “So what?! You were going to toss the whole thing into the atmosphere!”

You couldn’t contain any more of your laughter, “I know, if not for my sake, then for yours! If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a virgin!”

He snorted, “As if you have more experience than I do. You’ve been on Earth for barely a month.”

“Please, Vegeta, don’t go there. I am sure your sexual prowess is equal to that of your skill in battle, but I have exactly zero interest in hearing about it.”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, face still red with embarrassment, and moved past you to root around in the fridge.

He stared for a few moments, as if deciding on something and you sidled up next to him. The fridge was full of ingredients, and you spotted some things to make a meal, but stayed quiet as Vegeta thought.

He leaned on the countertop beside him and met your eyes.

“Can you cook?” He asked plainly.

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him, “can you?”

He scowled, “No, I can’t. I am a Prince, remember?”

You sighed and gathered a few things to throw together. Your stomach rumbled pointedly, and you piled up enough to cook for the two of you.

“Okay, lesson one is to always wash your hands,” you turn to the sink and realize you are still in your bloody clothes from the morning, “I’m actually just going to go change clothes. I’m disgusting.” Vegeta rolled his eyes, but his own shirt was also spattered with blood. He glared at the offensive piece of clothing and tugged it over his head.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him, his corded muscles rippling with the motion. You scolded yourself internally, you’d seen him shirtless before, this was no different.

“Wash your hands. Fill up a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. I’ll be right back,” you commanded.

He glared at you, but you heard the water start running after you turned away and scooped up the pile of clothes Goku had left for you. You put on a simple grey shirt and a pair of athletic shorts that were a little bit shorter than you would have preferred but they would do.

You let your tail hang freely behind you, rather than tucked at your waist. It was a sign of trust among Saiyans that you hoped he would pick up on. For whatever reason.

When you returned Vegeta was still shirtless, but there was a pot of water on the stove and the burner was on. He saw your tail, tracking its movement, choosing not to comment.

“You did it! I was worried about you,” you grinned and started digging through the cabinets for a cutting board.

“Wash those veggies for me, will you?”

He did, and you found what you were looking for. You picked up a knife and started to chop. You were by no means an expert cook, but you knew enough to get by.

Vegeta watched as you sliced the different vegetables and threw them into the pot. It was weird. The moment was so… domestic. No yelling or fighting or snide remarks, just two people preparing a meal together. You had a strange feeling that you could get used to this.

The quiet was starting to get to you, so you pulled out your phone. There wasn’t any service here but luckily you had all your music downloaded.

“What kind of music do you like?” You asked him, curious.

“I don’t listen to music,” he replied flatly.

You froze mid chop. “No music at all?”

 “I don’t see the point in it. Get back to chopping, woman, I’m hungry.”

You turned to him, mouth agape. “That’s insane, Vegeta. I’m going to get you to like music before we get off this planet. Here, you choose something,” you pass him your phone and he scrolled for a few seconds before looking back up at you, annoyed.

“I don’t know what any of this means. I don’t care what you listen to,” he passed the phone back.

“Fine, I’ll pick something, but you have to swear to tell me if you like a song. I’m going to make a playlist for you.”

“If it will make you finish the food, I will swear it.”

You smirked at him and scrolled through your already made playlists. Your music tastes were pretty versatile anyway but trying to determine what Vegeta would like was a more difficult task than you had initially thought. He probably wouldn’t like country, so that was out, and you doubted that he would care for anything musical theatre related. You decided to take a chance on pop music and pressed shuffle.

“Okay, promise me now and I’ll finish cooking.” “Fine. I promise to tell you if I like a song. Now chop, woman.” You grinned at him and finished preparing the vegetables, then got to work on the protein and seasoning.

Once your lunch was ready, you loaded up two bowls full of the vegetable noodle soup concoction you had devised and went to hand him one but pulled it back at the last second.

“Can you put on a shirt before we eat, please? You’re actively making me lose my appetite,” you said sweetly.

His eyes flashed with violence, but he complied, picking up one of the shirts Goku left for him and putting it on.

You had to make yourself stop staring at him, the shirt was almost worse than without one. It was perfectly form-fitting, the outline of his muscles barely obscured by the fabric. Your tail flicked nervously in the air behind you as you placed the bowl in front of his seat and took your own place at the bar beside him.

The meal could only be described as the most awkward situation you’d ever been in. Your music was still playing but neither yourself nor Vegeta spoke, and you both had apparently made the decision to not look at one another directly.

Your tail curled around the leg of the chair, you stole a glance at him as he ate, watching as he chewed and swallowed. His eyes cut across to yours and you quickly averted your gaze.

Once you had finished eating, you collected the dishes and started to clean up.

You were singing along to the song that started playing, Sabrina Carpenter’s “Please Please Please” as Vegeta brought his own bowl over to you.

His cheeks were flushed as he stood beside you, quickly glancing at your face. You tracked the motion but waited patiently for him to say whatever it was that had him flustered.

“I-” he hesitated, and you looked up from your dishes, “I like this song,” he said softly.

You beamed at him, “Yes! I found one!”

He flushed and set his bowl into the sink, but didn’t step away.

“I wash; you dry?” You suggested, holding a towel out to him.

“I hate chores,” he said, taking the towel anyway.

“Of course you do,” you snorted.

The dishes were done quickly, and you were bouncing with energy.

“I want to go swimming,” you said boldly.

He pondered for a moment before replying. “Swimming is good exercise. It works every muscle in the body.”

“So, we’re going to swim?”

“Fine.”

You smiled at him and bolted outside. You heard him chuckle behind you, and you skidded to a stop, spraying sand as you whirled.

“Did you just laugh?” You screeched.

He strode out from the house and smirked, “you are ridiculous.”

“Hey, look, there’s surf boards!” You pointed excitedly at the two boards leaned against the side of the little abode.

He followed your finger and examined them.

“Do you even know how to surf?” He asked quizzically.

“How hard can it be?” You winked.

He rolled his eyes and picked them up, one under each arm, dropping one at your feet as you approached the ocean.

“It’s beautiful out here,” you breathed, taking in the endless expanse of water.

Cerulean waves sloshed lazily onto the pale sand, strange birds circling in the clear skies overhead. The scent of saltwater pleasantly tickling your nose as the ocean spray misted your skin.

“It’s alright,” he replied. You thought for a moment that he wasn’t looking at the water when he spoke, but when you turned to confirm he was already striding towards the waves, shoes nestled in the sand.

“Hey, wait for me!” You ran up behind him and playfully shoved him into the water, sprinting past and hopping as gracefully as you could onto the surfboard, paddling a few feet away to get out of his reach.

He surfaced, sputtering, his hair sopping wet and plastered to his forehead.

“What the hell? What was that for?” He seethed, dragging himself onto his own board.

You giggled at him as he paddled up next to you.

“You’re too easy to pick on, Vegeta. I like your hair by the way.”

He scoffed, shaking his head like a dog to fling some of the water off, spraying you in the process.

You laughed again, shielding your face from the onslaught of droplets. His hair miraculously re-poofed to a slightly soggier version of its normal state.

You spent the next hour or so getting absolutely wrecked by the waves, but in truth you didn’t care. Vegeta nonchalantly flipped your board while you were on it as payback for your previous dunk, initiating a splash war that had you laughing so hard your ribs hurt.

After you were back on track, some trial and error had you and Vegeta managing to actually stand on the boards, catching the smaller waves. It was not long before you were competing to get the biggest waves and the longest rides.  

Hours that felt like minutes passed and you had lost count of the score. The waves were calmer, the sun was setting, and the sky had turned into stunning shades of pink, orange and purple.

You floated your board over to Vegeta, electricity buzzed through you as your knee bumped his. He glanced over at you briefly, his eyes following the touch, then returning to the sky.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach though you didn’t know why as you watched the sun set over the horizon.

“This was fun,” you said to him, not really expecting an answer.

“It was. Probably the most fun I’ve had doing something other than fighting,” he admitted.

“I didn’t know it could be like this.” You weren’t sure what made you say it, but it came out before you had a chance to think about it.

“Like what?”

“I didn’t know that having friends could be like this, I guess. I didn’t realize what I was missing out on before I got to Earth.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You studied him, lost in thought, his brows knit together as those intense eyes stared into the sea.

“What are you thinking about?” A simple question.

“I’m wondering if you ever stop talking,” he snapped.

Regret flashed across his features as he saw the hurt in your eyes, and his face softened. He sighed heavily.

“I was thinking about who I was before I came to Earth. I had no companionship at all. I didn’t care about Raditz or Nappa, my subordinates. I didn't care about anyone until I met Kakarot, and even then, I was just focused on defeating him. Becoming the legendary Super Saiyan to fight him, getting stronger to fight him. I worked myself to the bone, and I met Bulma. Then I fucked that up, too.” He spoke softly, not looking at you.

You nodded for him to continue, though you questioned if he saw it.

“Then, you came along. I was honestly thrilled to be better than someone of my own race. Elated, even. At the same time, I was excited to have someone new to fight. I know I was insufferable. Arrogant. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m-” he paused, mustered some courage, “I’m sorry. I acted a fool. I was furious when you weren’t improving as fast as I had hoped and frustrated with myself for being a coward. I pushed you too hard and I admit to that.”

You tentatively reached your hand towards his. He looked down, but didn’t pull away as you brushed his skin with your fingertips, enclosing his hand in yours.

“Apology accepted, Vegeta. I’m sorry too. I provoked you, and shit talked, put my nose in your business. I was too proud to admit that I could’ve used some help.” He nodded, and you sat hand in hand in comfortable silence as the sun set, the stars blinking into view one by one.

Minutes passed and the air turned colder with the sun gone. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back.

“Want to go inside? I need to get out of these wet clothes before I freeze to death.”

“You’re dramatic, but okay. We can go inside.”

The pair of you trudged out of the water, surf boards in hand, resting them against the side of the house where you had found them.

You stood at the threshold of the sliding glass door, hesitating to go in, your heart hammering in your chest. Vegeta stood barely a foot behind you.

You turned to face him. He met your eyes, confused but patient.

“Tell me to shut up if I’m misreading this,” you started, tail twitching nervously.

He was silent, the gears in his head turning, but he nodded.

“Do you want to shower with me?” You felt like throwing up, but you threw the offer out there without room for hesitation.

He blinked. Blinked again.

“What?”

“Never mind, that was stupid, forget I said it. We’re just friends and that’s fine,” the words came out in a rush, and you stumbled for the door handle behind you.

He caught your hand before you could slide the door open.

“You’re serious?” He asked, the heat from his body seeping into your skin, his scent filling your nose.

You stared at him in the darkness. He waited for your answer.

“Yes,” you whispered.

An animalistic smile flashed to his lips. “What happened to ‘you’d never sleep with me,’ hmm?”

“I didn’t say I’d fuck you; I said I’d shower with you, dumbass. Keep up this attitude and even that will be off the table.”

He released your wrist and crossed his arms, still smirking. You could tell that he didn’t think you were serious, but you had a plan. A plan that would hopefully go much more smoothly than the one from this morning.

You stepped into the house and made your way towards the bedroom. He followed you expectantly.

The room was not huge but still comfortable. A large dresser across from the bed, and a door leading into a bathroom on the other side. You blinked and turned to Vegeta.

“If that’s the bathroom, what’s in the other room?” You pondered aloud.

“You’re stalling,” he pointed out with a frown.

You crossed your arms and waited.

He scoffed, “It’s a laundry room. Happy?”

You chuckled and ducked into the bathroom, Vegeta in tow.

It was small, as the rest of the house was, a simple vanity style sink with a mirror. The bathtub took up the majority of the room. Your breath caught in your throat when you faced Vegeta, who was smiling smugly as he watched your nerves catch up with you.

“Having second thoughts, are we?” He sneered.

You stuck your tongue out at him and started the shower.

I might be in over my head, but I’ll be damned if I let him think that you thought.

Your tail whipped through the air as you peeled your wet shirt off, teasingly slow, trying to hide your shaking hands. He watched with a satisfied smirk, admiring your body.

“Your turn.” You ordered.

He slipped his shirt off with ease, tossing it to the ground before returning to his trademark stance, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

The room was starting to fill with steam as the shower heated up and you worked up the nerve to slide your shorts off your body. You stood bare before him, and his eyes hungrily devoured the sight.

You stepped into the shower without a word, Vegeta following a few seconds after.

Your eyes were closed as you let the warm water rinse the salt and sand out of your hair, but you knew he had joined you. Enough time had passed to slow your racing pulse, the shower helping to calm you down.

No one had ever made you this nervous. You’d taken a few guys home since being on Earth, just for fun, always responsibly, but the nerves you were feeling now were nothing compared to that. This was like your body was electrified, every sense heightened even beyond your additional Saiyan enhancements.

You slowly opened your eyes and there he was, naked. Your eyes traced the lines of his chest to his abs, to the v of his waist and lower, your mouth watering slightly at the sight.

“Woah,” you squeaked. Even flaccid, you could tell he was not small, despite his height.

He chuckled, reaching behind you to grab a bottle of soap.

“I take it you’re impressed,” he said, lathering some of the liquid onto his hands.

“I mean, sure. If your ego needs a boost that badly, you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen, to tell the truth.”

“I’m trying to be nice to you, but you insist on making it difficult,” he retorted.

You smiled at him coyly, taking one of his soapy hands and pressing it to your chest, stepping out of the stream as you did so. He smiled softly and maneuvered himself into the water, not losing contact with your skin.

“Sorry, nerves,” you rationalized, leaning into his grasp.

“It’s only natural. I did try to kill you this morning,” he noted.

He began to wash you, respectfully, reverently even. He covered every inch of you in soap, minus your tail, to the point that you were giggling at him.

“You know, most of the time guys just worry about washing the fun stuff,” you quipped.

He rolled his eyes as his hands ran along your sides soothingly, “I’m sure they do, but you’re filthy,” he said flatly.

“Wow, you’re making me blush,” you snorted, tapping him on the shoulder to swap places.

He obliged, letting you pass back into the shower, the soap running off of you smoothly.

You picked up the bottle of soap again and spurted some into your own hands, reaching out to offer him the same courtesy.

He allowed it, your hands massaging the bubbles into his skin, tracing muscles and veins. He was covered in scars, big and small, practically everywhere. He turned his back to you, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped when you saw the angry mark on his tailbone.

He stiffened as you looked, no doubt realizing what had caused your reaction. You did your best to ignore the area, rubbing his shoulders and back before moving down to his legs.

Even after you’d finished, he didn’t turn around. You reached for his hand with your own, but he pulled away.

“Vegeta, do you need some time alone?”

“No. Stay.”

“Okay. I’m here.”

Minutes ticked by before he turned back to face you.

You let him step past you to rinse the soap off. The water rushed over him, the suds sliding down with it.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“Nothing important. A stupid earthling cut it while I was in my ape form, terrorizing Kakarot and his son. I used to think of it as a reminder of one of my greatest failures. Sometimes it is… difficult to view it as anything differently.”

“What do you think of it now? When it’s not difficult, I mean.”

“Just another scar.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, picking up a bottle of shampoo and dumping it into your palm.

You started scrubbing it into Vegeta’s hair without warning. He was surprised at first, then he sighed as your nails scratched his scalp, lathering the soap with firm fingers.

He repeated the process to you, followed by conditioner until you were both sparkling, feeling relaxed. Happy.

He shut off the water and grabbed some fresh towels from the cabinet under the sink, passing one to you.

You wrapped yourself in it, striding into the bedroom to get dressed. You put on a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton shorts before towel drying your mop of hair, Vegeta following suit in another annoyingly well-fitting shirt and a pair of black sweatpants.

The two of you put together a meal for dinner, this time Vegeta commented on a handful of songs, discovering a hatred for Taylor Swift that hurt your soul, and a fondness for Hozier that warmed your heart enough to make up for it.

You ate and did the dishes quickly, then moved to lounge on the couch for a while. Another idea popped into your head as you rested beside him.

With a fiendish grin you poked Vegeta in the forearm.

“What now, woman?”

“Wanna do something fun?”

His eyes sparked with desire as he looked at you. “If you’re talking about sex, then yes.”

“Hate to burst your bubble, but it’s not sex. What do you take me for, a slut?”

He groaned and leaned back into couch cushions. “Vixen,” he muttered, “what is it, then?”

“Let me go get it, hold on,” you leapt from the couch and scampered to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up, you’re about to find out.” He grunted in response and waited.

You were grinning deviously as you walked back to the couch, your surprise tucked in the palm of your hand. You hopped onto the seat beside him, anticipation building in your chest.

One of his eyes slid open.

“Out with it, then.”

You dangled the little vape in front of him, buzzing with excitement.

He sat up and scowled. “What is that.” He didn’t say it like a question, more of an order.

“A weed pen. Kakarot left it for us.”

He blanched, studying the object with new concern before returning his attention to you.

“So, what do you say, Vegeta? Want to get high?”

“No. That’s stupid.”

“Come on, you’re so boring,” you whined, “it’ll be fun, I swear.”

He started to reply, surely to argue some more, but you cut him off with a gasp as another idea sparked in your mind.

“Vegeta, I will make a deal with you.” That got his attention. He smirked and closed the small amount of distance between your faces, his hot breath tickling your ear as he spoke.

“I’m listening.”

Heat stirred in your abdomen, his scent intoxicating but you held firm, ignoring your body for the moment.

In the huskiest voice you could manage you murmured into his ear.

“If you get high with me, I will do whatever you want,” you paused for dramatic effect, “except have sex. For now.”

“Why.” Another question that wasn’t a question.

“We have been through a lot today. I don’t want to complicate things or have regrets because our instincts are running at full throttle. You know as well as I do that our bodies are just reacting to our fight.”

It was a fact. For full-blooded Saiyans, fighting could be akin to a mating ritual. Though yours hadn’t been intended that way, your body didn’t know the difference, especially since you’d then been forced to spend time together in a house reeking of sex and littered with paraphernalia.

“If that’s what you think, then why entertain this in the first place?” He leaned away from you, his expression guarded. Wary.

“Because I do like you, believe it or not,” you playfully punched his arm, “that’s why I care so much. I want it to be special.”

He relaxed a bit and let go of the breath he’d been holding in, extending his hand to you.

“I accept the terms. Now show me.”

You took his hand and shook it vigorously. He pulled his hand away, exasperated, watching you for instructions.

You picked up the pen and puffed a long drag, exhaling the smoke towards the open window behind you, instantly feeling the tingling effects and passed the machine to him.

Vegeta tentatively took the machine and tried to copy you, choking immediately on the vapor, sputtering.

You laughed at him, taking another hit from his hand and he watched you in awe.

“This is fun for you?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Very much so. Try it again, you know what to expect this time. Make sure to breathe it into your lungs to get the most out of it.”

“This is incredibly bad for you,” he muttered, taking another puff, he managed to inhale it this time.

You ignored the comment but watched him carefully to gauge his reaction.

“Do you feel anything?”

“My skin is crawling,” he said with a glare.

You took another puff, shifting your body to be more comfortable on the couch.

“If you don’t want to do it that’s fine, Vegeta. I’m a good sport, I’ll let you pick something for me to do just for trying it.” It was a weasel-y tactic, but you knew his pride wouldn’t let him stand for that kind of talk.

He growled and hit the pen again, a much bigger breath this time.

You giggled at him, stretching your legs to rest your feet on his lap as he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the room.

“Am I supposed to be dizzy?” He asked, leaning his head back into the cushions.

“That’s pretty normal for a first time. Just stay there until you feel better.”

He grunted, tossing the little pen to you without looking. You caught it and set it on the coffee table.

You brought him a glass of water and he drank it, eventually leveling out into a more relaxed state.

“Have you decided what you’re going to ask me for, yet? I’m curious,” you asked after a while of sitting in silence.

“Thinking is difficult,” he said, scrunching his nose.

“I’m sure it is.” You joked.

He glared but seemed to be churning ideas in his mind. Bulma had been right; it was impossible to guess what was going on in that brain of his.

After what seemed like forever he jolted, sitting up straight.

You jumped at the sudden movement, your heartbeat quickening with anticipation.

“Sing for me.” He said, dark eyes frighteningly clear in spite of the drugs.

“That’s it?” You asked, skeptical.

“Whatever you want. I want to hear it.”

“Okay, then. That’s not really what I was expecting.”  You admitted, though you weren’t disappointed. You were actually excited; you loved to sing. Just not in front of people.

You got up from the couch and collected your phone to turn the music on, setting it onto the coffee table and resuming the playlist from where it had left off. You stood in front of the TV and Vegeta sat facing you, his posture loose, expression expectant.

The first few notes of a Paramore song started to play, and your breath caught in your throat because you realized that not only was this not your pop music playlist, but that it was in fact your love song playlist. How it got pulled up in the first place you had no idea, but you scrambled to fix your mistake.

Vegeta snatched the phone before you could get to it, his reflexes, as always, much quicker than yours.

“I thought you said ‘whatever I want,’ Vegeta. I don’t want to sing this song.” “I changed my mind,” he shrugged, mischief behind those eyes, restarting the song and pausing it with more expertise than you thought he had.

“Ugh, you are an ass,” you groaned. “At least show me the lyrics, I don’t know all the words”

He grinned and after a few seconds of finagling he got the lyrics up and pressed play on the song.

It was “The Only Exception” by Paramore. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t know every line, but as the chorus crept closer you were struggling with hiding the cringe that came with knowing what you were about to have to say.

“… And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

But you are the only exception

You are the only exception…”

You let the song take the lead, your voice was nowhere close to the skill of Hayley Williams, but you were proud of the clarity and strength of it, and the song itself is beautiful.

As the song faded into the next one Vegeta didn’t comment on anything, just listened respectfully.

You probably would have been annoyed if you weren’t high, but the weed was doing its job. Before you knew it you were basically putting on an embarrassing concert in the living room, singing and dancing while Vegeta watched. He did smile while you sang, which sent butterflies spiraling into your stomach.

You heard the telltale “Five, six, five, six, seven, eight!” at the beginning of a Chappell Roan song. In the seconds you had before the first verse began you tossed everything you had said earlier out the window.

“… No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute

And baby, don't you like this beat?

I made it so you'd sleep with me

It's like a hundred 99 degrees

When you're doing it with me, doing it with me…”

You thought yourself to also be a pretty good dancer, so you hoped that your ministrations were not for nothing while you rolled your hips and tried to look as sexy as possible as you sang, eye-contact, the whole nine-yards trying to put on a good performance so he might get the hint.

As the song came to an end you were out of breath, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. He paused the music and put his head in his hands.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” He sounded defeated, and the tips of his ears were bright red again.

You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed.

“I changed my mind,” you repeated his earlier statement.

Surprise colored his features before his wicked smile flashed across his lips, those canine teeth sending shivers down your spine.

He did not wait for further confirmation, scooping you into his arms and whisking you into the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed and closed the door, not approaching you any further.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked, trying to sound cocky but it came out more like a whimper.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Hold on,” and before you could ask what the hell he was doing, he was gone.

You stripped of your clothes and wrapped yourself into the blankets, trying to ignore the smell of Kakarot and his wife while you waited for Vegeta to return.

The door slid open eventually, and he stepped into the room carrying a bag. The third tote bag that you had almost thrown into outer space.

He closed the door, drowning the room in darkness and set the bag down within arm’s reach on the end table. Your eyes adjusted to the low light, he slowly removed his shirt and pants, tantalizingly slow. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as he climbed into the bed after you, heat radiating off of him in waves.

“It reeks in here,” he growled.

“It really does,” you chuckled, turning over to find him facing you, head propped up on an elbow.

You stared at him, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, his muscled body just peeking out from the covers and you reached out a hand, cupping his face. He leaned into the touch and pulled you in for a kiss.

Your lips touched, setting your body on fire. He pressed into you, hard, lips warm and soft.

Heat started pooling between your legs. You dragged your teeth across his bottom lip, and he forced his tongue into your mouth hungrily. You moaned softly as he did so, and he pushed you to your back, separating your kiss only for a moment as he straddled you.

One of his hands snaked up your side, resting on your breast and squeezing, the other landing on your hip, steadying you. You ran your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, burying them in it.

He pressed his lips into your jaw, your neck. You whimpered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin over your jugular and you could feel him smiling against your throat.

“You seem smug,” you whispered in his ear.

“That’s because I am,” he smirked, the hand on your hip trailing between your thighs making you gasp, “you’re already so wet for me.”

Your hips bucked into his touch against your will, begging for friction, for contact.

He denied you, letting his hand hover close but not touching, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat, collarbone, sternum, until he arrived at your breast.

He tapped his tongue against your nipple before taking the whole thing into his mouth, tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. You groaned with pleasure, the sensation drawing your core even hotter, more molten, but he wasn’t giving you what you craved.

One of your hands tried to sneak down to your clit. In less than a second Vegeta caught your wrist and pinned it to the pillow above your head. You squirmed beneath him, desperate, but he did not yield, holding firm.

“Vegeta, please,” you pleaded, pride be damned.

 “So needy,” he chuckled darkly, “I like it when you beg.”

You huffed, struggling against his hold, though you knew it was pointless. You arched your back, managing to brush your dripping cunt against his cock briefly, pleasure flooding your senses.

“Fuck,” he hissed at the unexpected touch, unable to deny himself any longer.

His fingers dipped into your folds, circling your hole before teasingly sliding in. He worked his fingers gingerly in and out of you, curling them slightly for a delicious pressure you hadn’t experienced before. You were putty in his hands; a mewling mess and he hadn’t even touched your clit yet.

“Vegeta, please,” you repeated, unable to form any other words. You wrapped your tail around his thigh for emphasis.

He hummed and considered your request, all the while still fucking you with his fingers. A particularly well-timed stroke had you breathing heavier than you already were, and he finally gave in to your whims, his thumb pressing your neglected cluster of nerves with surgical precision.

“Ah!” You shuddered at the touch, before melting into him all over again, the added stimulation pushing you to the edge of climax.

As fast as it had started, he pulled out of you. You made a very unsexual noise of frustration and glared at his stupid smirking face. He tossed the blankets off and looked down at you.

“Turn over.” He ordered; that princely authority giving you goosebumps.

It was your turn to tease.

“No,” you put on your sweetest smile.

“Do it yourself or I will make you,” he growled.

That was an idea. You pushed the thought away and stood your ground.

“No,” you said again, the same saccharine smile glued to your lips.

“Fine. You asked for this.” His eyes were excited, and you knew you were in for a treat.

He snatched up your free hand and held it in place with the one he had captured earlier, transferring his grip so both of your hands fit in one of his.

“Wait,” you said.

He raised an eyebrow, annoyed that you were interrupting him. Again.

“I’ll turn over if you let me touch myself.” He flashed his teeth in a crooked smile.

“No deal.”

Without warning you were on your stomach, arms pinned above your head. You tossed your hair over your shoulder, hoping to whack him with it, annoyed. Sadly, you missed. He pressed his face against your ear, nipping at the lobe.

“I don’t make deals with brats. Remember that next time you decide to get on my nerves,” his voice was sinfully low, wetness pooling between your legs, the restraints on your arms turning you on more than you expected.

You chose not to respond, instead enjoying the pleasure of his free hand roaming your backside. He gave you a quick smack, hard enough to sting but heat went shooting up your body.

How does he know exactly what to do? You thought to yourself. You’d have to ask him later.

You felt his hand leave from your body, and you focused your attention back to him. You squeaked in response. His eyes were closed, his cock fully erect as he stroked it gently, slowly. A sticky droplet of pre-cum dripped onto your ass and you whimpered. He was still holding your hands above your head, but you felt like you might explode if he didn’t start fucking you.

Your insides were already wound so tight you were worried that you’d finish embarrassingly fast, so you decided to play fair and let him do his thing for a little bit.

It was nice to watch him languidly stroke himself, his lips slightly parted, breathing a little quicker than normal. You breathed through your nose, his musk, cedar and sweat mixing with his arousal into a dizzyingly delectable scent.

He slid his eyes open and looked at you through his lashes, adjusting his position to hover over you.

You hissed with surprise as he reached across the bed and snatched a condom from beside you, ripping it open with his teeth, not daring to release his hold on your arms. You were mesmerized as he dragged it over his length.

You tried to prepare yourself but there was nothing that could have stopped the moan that escaped you as he pushed the head of his cock into your wanting pussy.

He grunted as he slid deeper until he was fully sheathed, your cunt flexing to accommodate him. He was breathing heavily against the back of your neck. He only paused for a moment before starting a relentless pace, pounding into you, lewd slaps and your mewling echoing through the quiet room.

You clutched the pillowcase beneath your hands as you arched your back into him, achieving the perfect angle that started to unravel you. You mumbled his name, the only word you could remember.

Pressure continued to build in your core, your moans getting louder as his thrusts became more erratic, needier.

You could tell he was close, and so were you. You drove your hips back into his, each movement punctuated by your combined whines and groans. With a gasp you felt your release, hot pleasure rippling through your body as you orgasmed, muscles tensing and loosening.

He fucked you through your climax, his cock flexing with the beginning of his own release with his powerful strokes.

With a roar he finished, plunging himself as deeply inside you as he could, his strong arm letting go of your wrists. The two of you were panting, the pleasure putting you in a fog; it was hard to think.

After a few moments he gently pulled out and you let your tail unwrap from his leg as he padded into the bathroom to clean himself up. You stretched your arms and rolled onto your side, wondering if Vegeta would hold you when he got back. You hoped he would, but a large part of you could picture him saying something stupid like “I don’t cuddle,” and leaving it at that.

He returned shortly, still naked, but holding a clean hand towel. He extended it to you, and you accepted. He readjusted all the blankets as you cleaned yourself up and then climbed into bed next to you, laying on his back.

“Holy shit, Vegeta,” you breathed, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him, “where did you learn to do that?”

He chuckled, “I thought you didn’t have any interest in hearing about my sexual prowess?”

“That was before I experienced it. Seriously, how many girls have you been with before me?”

“You really want to know? If I tell you, you have to tell me how many men you’ve slept with.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I am dying to know.”

“You’re not going to like my answer.”

“Just spit it out!”

He laughed, a real belly laugh that had your heart skipping beats.

“If I told you it was just Bulma before you, would you believe me?”

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

“You’re lying.” “I’m not.”

“Mister ‘as if you have more experience than me’ has only fucked one girl?”

“Two, now. I’m good at counting,” he winked.

You just stared at him in amazement, laying back down.

“Unbelievable.”

He rolled onto his side, facing you, humor glittering in his eyes.

“Your turn. How many?”

“Umm, three guys before you? Nothing serious, obviously, just Yamcha and two randoms from a club I went to with the girls.” “Yamcha? Does every woman I date have to have history with that guy?”

“He’s just easy, don’t get jealous on me. Plus, you’ve only dated two women. Not exactly a trustworthy sample size.”

“Fair.”

“So, is this your weird way of asking me out?”

He blinked, “weird?”

“Well, you didn’t really ask. You just said ‘every woman I date,’” you pointed out.

He flushed, not sure what to say.

“If that’s the case, I would be accepting the offer, Vegeta,” you said softly.

He sighed, relieved.

“Good.”

You smiled and tucked your face into his chest. He wrapped his arm around you, and you drifted off into sleep.  

[drunknillawafer]

right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader | part 7

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend, Zuko. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

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hi part 7... picking up right where we left off... i think I'm going to post a masterlist & keep it linked on my pinned to make it easier to sift through and find, esp since i do plan on posting other fics once i finished my very first >.< also i want to post the songs i listen to while I'm writing and some visuals hehe... just to make it much more immersive. again i do not own these characters and they are not mine! (except my mc i guess) like comment reblog if ya like... enjoy! about 1785 words

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We’re standing on a sand-colored platform of a structure currently being renovated or changed to fit Fire Nation standards. The usual for when they occupy lands that don’t belong to them. Aangs in front of me, with Sokka to my left and Katara to my right. We form a triangle and I'm thankful for the partial covering.

I’m thinking of the best way to summarize the threats ahead of us, just in case they try to change the plan. There’s a good chance this will go south.

“Mai, in the center, has good aim with her blades, but it’s Ty Lee, on the left, you should keep an eye out for.” I try to give my friends the run-down on my, I guess, old friends one would say. But we’ve only got so much time before all three of them realize that I’m here.  

They lower King Bumi from the top of the building using a metal crane. They’ve got him in a coffin-shaped cage with only his head showing.

“You brought my brother?” Mai speaks first, breaking the silence between the two groups. She squints at the sight of me, but I’m too far away for her to be sure it’s me.

“He’s here.” Aang solemnly replies. “We’re ready to trade.” In these moments, he’s got the grace of a 112-year-old.

Suddenly, Azula speaks to Mai in a hushed tone we can’t quite hear. Fine is never fine with Azula, nothing is ever the way it should be with her. There’s bound to be some trick up her sleeve that only feeds into her misery.

“I’ll help with the girl on the right, she’s the most vicious,” I warn them. I briefly make eye contact with Sokka. We haven’t talked about what was said and now wasn’t the time, but I couldn’t help but yearn for his gentleness. A reminder that I wasn’t like the enemies in front of us, but someone new. Someone he couldn’t hate.

Then, Mai steps forward. “The deal’s off.” With a lift of her gloved hand, King Bumi is raised once again by the crane.

“Bumi!” Aang cries out for his old friend and starts heading towards him, defying the laws of gravity bestowed upon the rest of us. It’s enchanting to see an air-bender. It’s so different from the rest of the elements. He looks like he’s flying.

As he does so, Azula strikes, and I see her blue flame for the first time. She must’ve perfected her oxygen levels for complete combustion; but if she’s the Azula I’ve always known, I know how to beat her. This time, I won’t go easy. I won’t make that same mistake again for nostalgia.

Aang’s head covering flies away as the air moves around him and his arrow is exposed.

I look down at Azula’s reaction and she’s close enough now to hear.

“The Avatar. My lucky day.” The princess smirks, re-organizing her plans for Omashu in her head.

“Remember, don’t let Ty Lee touch you!” I warn Sokka and Katara and dash toward Azula, offering Aang some support against the crazed fire-bender.

I follow her upward, burning the knot on the pulley to cause the rope to lift.

Azula can see me through the grids as the ropes pull us to the top of the building, and I can see her in real-time realize who I am.

“Well, if it isn’t the Royal traitor. Seems like you and Zuzu still share a brain.” She gloats.

“Leave the Avatar alone, Azula. I mean it!” We break through the ceiling made from wood and reach the roof of the building under construction.

She attacks Aang with a blue blast, causing him to break the metal chain. Aang instantly heads downward with King Bumi. He cushions their fall with an air bubble, and they land on the well-known ramps of Omashu. Azula quickly follows them using a cart, and I’m on her tail. If only I had Sokka’s boomerang right now, it makes so much sense to carry one in these situations.

We catch up to Aang, giving Azula the chance to strike him and Bumi.

I distract her with my own fire-blasts, making sure to lean forward and crash into her cart.

“Out of practice?” She questions.

“Out of patience.” I growl, punctuating my sentence with a blast from my right hand.

As we continue our fight by speeding through the ramps, I see Appa in the distance. Relief washes over me as I conclude Sokka and Katara must have gotten away from Mai and Ty Lee.

Aang attempts to lift Bumi onto Appa’s saddle with his bending, but he miscalculates and Bumi’s off to land on the ground. But his friend won’t let him go on his own. Together, they land on another ramp and head down to ground-level.

Azula’s right behind them, and I’m right behind her.

She attempts another attack, but a rock blocks her offense and bursts her cart into dust. I leap off mine before the impact breaks my cart too and we both land on our feet, an homage to our identical upbringing.

She lets Aang go for a reason I can’t quite put my finger on until she turns around to face me. We're still standing on the ramps.

“The key to never losing is knowing when you’re beat.” She says with her hands in defense, signaling that she’s waving the white flag.

I’m still in fight mode. I’d never let my guard down around her, not now, not ever. “You’ll always be beat as long as I’m here.”

She pauses to truly grasp my presence. It’s been three years since we’ve seen each other, and everything’s changed. We used to be on the same team, never friends but bonded by our birthplace. It’s the first time we no longer owe each other pleasantries. Azula, however, uses sweetness as a weapon. “Where have you been, Y/N? You’re missed at the Royal Palace.”

“I doubt it.” Zuko and his mother haven’t touched that home in years, making it impossible for anyone there to actually miss me.

“Your father misses you.”

“I know you’re lying, Azula.”

“You’ve never trusted me; I’ve never liked you. Now we don’t have to pretend do we?”

“Leave us alone,” I get in my fight stance. “Got it?”

“Fine. Loud and clear.” She dashes away in her infamous run toward the unfinished building, probably to catch up with her friends.

Fine isn’t fine. It’s I’ll get you somehow. I think to myself.

I watch her figure fade into the distance, when it hits me: “Seems like you and Zuzu still share a brain.”

Did Zuko abandon his ship?

Is she lying? She would have no reason to lie about something like that, other than to get to me or Aang. I can’t pinpoint a motive. I still won’t believe her 100 percent, but I’ll keep it in my back pocket.

I slide down the ramp Aang took and find the both of them at the very end, standing on a platform in another unfinished building. Once I’m off and my two feet hit the floor, Bumi bends rock to lift his metal enclosure up the ramp in a fit of laughter.

We both watch him go. “Your friend is very… eccentric.” I tell Aang, as he’s standing with Momo on his shoulders.

“Yeah.” I turn to face him, something’s wrong. He’s disappointed.

“He’s not going to teach you earth-bending?” I assume.

“No, he has to stay here to protect Omashu. I guess I got to find another teacher.” Now, he looks like a twelve-year-old boy with the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. There’s no way he’s meant to do this alone. I’d rather be here helping him than with Zuko.

“We’ll find one in no-time.” I reassure him.

“Who were those three girls?” He changes the subject.

“They were old friends too. Azula is Zuko’s sister.”

“Wow.”

“I know.” I sit on the edge of the platform, waiting for our ride with my feet dangling. Aang sits next to me, and for now, we’re just two kids talking, staring at the beautiful Earth Kingdom in front of us.

“What was it like… to grow up with them?”

“It was easy with Zuko. Azula… not so much.” I wince.

Aang’s face contorts, as if he’s remembering a distant memory. “Was Zuko good? Yaknow, back then?”

A smile creeps up on my face. “He was.”

“Do you think he still could be?”

Aang and I stare at each other. We’re choosing to live in the moment before my answer. The moment in which the possibility of Zuko changing his mind, realizing his mistakes, and helping us stop his father exists.  

“I don’t know.”

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The heat and the prickly bushes are upsetting him further with each and every single step. Looking for food when you’re used to someone cooking for you is daunting, Zuko realizes. How is he ever supposed to live like this? How did Y/N?

As he’s walking back to let Uncle know he couldn’t find anything edible, he touches the side of his hair. It’s grown back a bit since cutting it, slicing off his ties to the Fire Nation. Trading in the red for green, hoping to camouflage with the land and the Earth Kingdom people.

What a stupid idea, he thought. How could anyone ever confuse him with anyone else with the scar on his left eye?

But it seemed to be working so far. His sister hadn’t found them, and they haven’t been arrested for their crimes against every other nation.

In the humid morning, on his long walk back to where his uncle was staring at a tea leaf, he thought about the Northern Water Tribe.

He wondered if Y/N was okay from his strike. Maybe the water-bender girl could heal her, and she’d be okay again. He didn’t mean to. He’s been this hard and heavy with everyone else for the sole purpose of returning home, he forgot Y/N was his home. He’s been in fighting mode for so long, he’s forgotten to turn it off.

She wasn’t home, though. She was with the Avatar. Defending him and betraying her nation. How did she get there? He wondered. He had so many questions about everything. Zuko’s sure she had just as many questions for him.

Could he find her now that he was labeled a traitor?

Where his mind led made his empty stomach drop.

If he found her, he’d find the Avatar. Then, he could go home. But if Y/N was not there, would he still want to go back? Did his father’s acceptance matter above all else? It didn’t for Y/N, but she was always braver than him.

Zuko wasn’t ready for that thought, so he pushed it away.

It wasn’t hard to do when your stomach was louder than your thoughts.

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tag list <3: @camilleverreault @staygoldsquatchling02

[daemour]

Pairing: royalty!Mingi x royalty gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, light angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Warnings: none

WC: 1898

Summary: You and Mingi aren't friends, not even after marriage. But you're not enemies either. In fact, you don't know where you stand but after an incident maybe it could be something more?

after being complained at for "never writing Mingi" (ahem @mingsolo) here we are! to tide us over while i struggle through nanowrimo i have a handful of prewritten fics so y'all aren't dehydrated

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“With the power vested in me by the Gods, I unite Princess (Y/N) (L/N) and Crown Prince Mingi Song in holy matrimony, thus joining their kingdoms.”

The priest leads the two of you to join hands, and as you do light shines from within your clasped hands. The ceremony is over and you are now married to the…well, former nemesis of your people. The funniest thing was when you were just toddlers, your parents had even talked about marrying the two of you together. But then something changed. And it wasn’t long before both countries were locked in a war before you even had the chance to talk to the prince for more than your greetings.

It was devastating. Both countries were large and powerful, and the smaller kingdoms around them suffered for it. It was only when his father died that the high empire intervened and, as a result, decided to use your marriage to make peace. Mingi would not be crowned until he was married to you, and the wedding took place much sooner than you had hoped.

Which brings you to now. Neither you nor Mingi talked or even looked at each other the entire carriage ride home. It was not a joyous occasion, not for the two of you. No shared beds, or rooms, just barely acknowledging each others' presence.

In fact, you’re pretty sure he hates you. He rarely acknowledges your presence. You don’t know what to do with yourself in this hellhole. All you do is show your face in the throne room when needed and then retreat to either your private gardens or room until next called for.

“Yuri, could you do me a favour?” you call for your handmaiden, who might just be one of your only friends in this dreadful castle. The servants like you well enough but there’s only some much kindness they can offer before the nobles’ words get to you.

“Yes, milady?” Like a ghost, she moves to stand beside you, her hair glowing in the sun. Sometimes you look at her and feel she would be a so much better fit for the role of queen here. You can barely hold the attention of the court ladies while Yuri can shut them up with a single polite sentence. “How may I assist you today?”

“Could you do me a favour and fetch me some tea? You know my favourite. I’ll take it in my room, and you can take the day off.”

Yuri bows her head. “Thank you, milady.” You can hear the smile in her voice, excited at the prospect of a day off. You wave her off and as she enters the side door, you lean back on your hands and enjoy the rays of sunshine on your face for just a moment alone. You take moments like this with gratefulness, as it’s only when you’re truly alone that you feel almost at home.

With another sigh and a crack of your back, you brush off your full skirts and make your way to your room. It’s when you almost reach your quarters that you run into Lady Miyoung, a lady of high social standing that you heard was rumoured to be marrying Mingi before the war had started.

“Lady Miyoung, what a surprise,” you greet her quietly, tilting your head into a bow. “I did not expect to see you near this wing.” You did not expect her because this area is regulated strictly as only you, your personal servants, and your husband are allowed entrance.

“Oh, yes, a pleasant surprise, I’m sure,” Miyoung sniffs haughtily and your eye twitches. As much as she despises you, she’s popular among the court and if you dare raise a word against her the social exile you would face would be irreparable. “I heard the most interesting conversation the other day, you know.”

“Ah,” you are not quite that interested in court gossip, but if Miyoung found her way into your wing without being stopped, it must be something important.

“I heard,” Miyoung leans in as if you’re sharing secrets about childhood crushes, “that King Mingi has been looking for a second wife to bear him a son. A woman of his court, with high social standing, of course. In fact, I heard that he’s quite sick of his war trophy.”

And her words cut you deep. You know she’s referring to herself as the lady of the court with a high social standing, and that you are his war trophy. She’s not subtle, but she’s subtle enough that you cannot sentence her to anything without the wrath of the court against you. You feel your throat tightening but you force an almost painful smile on your face. “I see. Well, the rumours of the court have no bearing on how I will go about my day, so I thank you for your wisdom. You may leave.”

Miyoung raises a perfectly shaped brow, no doubt pleased at your obvious hurt but also craving more of a reaction. “Now, now, there’s no haste. A court doll like you must have nothing else of interest as her husband, His Royal Majesty, has much more important matters to attend to.”

Your eyes widen in shock. Never before had a court lady been so openly disdainful of you. Behind your back, easily, but to your face and in your quarters? You open your mouth to rebuke her but before a single word leaves your mouth, you hear wind rushing past your ears as a person stands before you. As your eyes move up his broad back your hand flies to your mouth as you recognise the back of Mingi’s head.

“My King,” Miyoung stutters out, just as surprised at his sudden appearance.

“Why are you here?” Mingi’s booming voice echoes in the narrow hallway. “I do not recall you being given permission to be in this area of the castle.”

“Why, Queen (Y/N) invited me herself,” she lies straight out of her teeth.

Mingi looks back at you, his eyebrow raised as he awaits your confirmation. And on any other occasion, maybe you would have folded in your eagerness to please the court, but your heart still stings from Miyoung’s words. You shake your head ever so imperceptibly.

Mingi nods. “I see. Now, Lady Miyoung,” his head snaps back to her and she has the audacity to flutter her eyelashes at him. “Lying to the King and putting words in the Queen Consort’s mouth is a punishment worthy of being stripped of your title.”

“Your Majesty!” Miyoung squawks and Mingi holds up a hand to silence her in the middle of her sentence.

“Not to mention the other offences I heard when walking by,” Mingi continues and Miyoung swallows as she realises the trouble she put herself into. “Spreading harmful rumours about the King and the Queen Consort?”

“You’re majesty, I wasn’t–” Miyoung tries to save herself but Mingi is not having it.

“Keep your snake mouth shut” he snaps “lest I cut your tongue off for disrespecting my wife. You have, by extent, insulted me as well. Second wife? Don’t make me laugh. Queen (Y/N) is a hundred times more the queen you would ever be.”

Before Miyoung could protest anymore, Mingi snaps his fingers and guards you didn’t even expect to be there come out of the shadows to take Miyoung by the arms.

“My King!”

“Mingi!”

Both you and Miyoung gasp in surprise, although yours is more confused and hers is plain offence, but Mingi ignores you both as he addresses his guards. “Take Lady Miyoung to the dungeons while I decide what to do with her.”

And without hesitation, the soldiers drag an offended and whining Miyoung away. It’s only when her hollers finally cease that you snap to attention, quickly bowing at your husband. “I didn’t expect you to be here, Mingi,” you state as he bows back. “I thank you for your help in dealing with Lady Miyoung, though.”

Mingi sighs. “I should’ve done more before, (Y/N), and I’m sorry. I should’ve known how hard it would be for you, moving so soon after the war.”

You shake your head as your hands clutch at your full skirts. “You have no obligation towards me. Lady Miyoung was, in a way, correct about one thing. I am a war trophy.”

“No obligation?” Mingi’s voice raises in volume but he pauses to calm himself down after he notices you flinch at the volume of it. “(Y/N), you are my wife. The furthest possible thing from a trophy. I should have nipped the gossip in the bud—neither of us wanted a war and we could not control our circumstances.” Mingi reaches forward, almost as if to hold your hands, but decides against it, his hands just hovering awkwardly in the air.”

“But you don’t care,” you contradict him, your voice small. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but I rarely ever see you, and the court thinks I’m a joke. I can’t show my face without hearing the whispers behind my back. I do my best to listen to the commoner’s struggles and offer solutions but there’s only so much I can do when the officials and their wives are against me.”

Your words stun Mingi to his core. “You think I’m indifferent?” At your careful nod, he overcomes his hesitation and takes your shaking hands, bringing them to his chest as you are pulled forward at the motion. “My wife, I adore you. I would be lying to call it love, but I hold you in such high regard, and given time, I would come to love you if you’d let me. I am so sorry that you came to that conclusion.”

You hesitate before reaching forward and squeezing his warm, large hands. “It’s okay,” you whisper. When Mingi raises an eyebrow you laugh breathily at his suspicion. “It truly is. Yes, I felt alone and out of place, but your words and kindness have comforted me. We can try again. I’ll attend more councils with you as is my duty, and we can have lunch together afterwards. I’ll do my best to appeal more to the nobles and we can get to know each other. I don’t hold it against you, Mingi.”

Mingi nods slowly as he processes your words. “We shall,” he smiles and you can’t help but smile back. He brings your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss against them. “We will, and that’s a promise. I will defend your reputation with all I can, and you will blossom in this court, I’m sure of it.”

You giggle a little at his phrasing and you give his hands another gentle squeeze. “I will hold you to that promise.” A pause as you stare into each others’ eyes and an idea hits you. “Mingi, are you busy right now?”

Mingi shakes his head. “No?” he cocks his head, his eyes warm.

Your eyes shine as your smile grows even more on your face. “Then please do me the honour of accompanying me to my garden, my King.” You punctuate your question with a short laugh and Mingi’s eyes shine as he nods.

“Please, let’s.”

You feel a warmth bloom in your chest as you gently pull him down the hall back from where you came.

[hearts4leeknow]

memories || Bangchan X Reader

Warning(s): none(?)

Genre: FLUFFFF

idol!Bangchan X pregnant!Reader

Summary: After lunch you find your beloved husband, Bangchan and child upstairs in your shared bedroom watching videos on their ipad along side Chan. You admire them standing in the door way until you see your kid look over to Chans phone in interest, Channie seems to notice and he starts explaining what hes looking at. You look at them in awe, it was such a cute moment you had to snap a photo. And so you did!! You and him knew he would be the perfect father, what he didn’t know was he would be a father of 2 in a few months.

!!LOWERCASE INTENDED!!

a/n: got the idea from some friends while they were commenting on my baby photos iwth my dad! (guys i was gonna make this a new years post but ig nvm)

“baby” chan hums hugging your waist

“yes?” you smile while you finish up washing the dishes.

“me and naomi (ur child’s name) will go up stairs” he mumbled quietly resting his head on your shoulder.

“okay! ill come up soon” you kissed him on the cheek.

you then heard naomi run up stairs with chan giggling trying to catch her. oh how you loved them. a while later you decide to go upstairs to join them. You took your time walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom, you grabbed your phone from the counter then entering the bedroom. Suddenly you stopped in your tracks when you saw naomi smiling while your beloved husband was talking about what he was doing at on his computer. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene happening in front of you. You were quick to open your phone snapping a photo as a memory, they looked adorable and you adored both of them oh so much. naomi was your first child and you had yet to tell chan you were carrying their second child. You were surprised he hadn’t notice your stomach grow in size, you were 1 month and you had found out 2 weeks ago.

“baby!” Chan exclaimed, with a bright smile pulling you out of your thoughts.

“mama, look at what daddy’s doing!!” naomi called you over, you walked over looking at chans laptop screen. He was making a song.

“wanna listen to it?” he pinched you cheek.

“I wanna!!” she jumped on the bed.

“sure” you giggled at naomi’s behaviour. bangchan then played the song, it was beautiful, so beautiful you teared up a little. when the demo of the song ended he had then mentioned it would be releasing in an upcoming straykids album.

“waah!! dadas song is so cool!! i wanna be like dada!!” naomi exclaimed obviously showing her enthusiasm for chans song.

“thank you omi” bangchan smiled giving a kiss on the cheek to your daughter. you were in awe about the moment unfolding in front of you, you also wondered if it was a good time to chan that naomi will soon be a big sister. suddenly you were pulled out of your thoughts when chan asked; “baby, whats up? i can tell you’re spacing out there” you contemplated for a second before responding.

“naomi is going to be a big sister soon” you had a faint smile staring into bangchans now widened eyes.

“actually?” chan gasped in disbelief.

“yes” you looked at him with the most loving eyes as his eyes started forming tears.

“mama why is dada crying?” naomi had asked with concern written all over her face.

“omi, baby, your going to be a big sister” chan gave a bright smile lightly holding naomi’s shoulders.

“really? mama is this true??” she asked you jumping up and down holding your arm.

“yes omi, it is” as soon as you told her that she jumped onto to you hugging your arm. this time. it was chans turn to watch in awe, he took out his phone and took a picture of the two of you laying down as naomi was hugging your arm. this was a memory he wanted to keep forever;

“channie come join, its a group hug!” you waved your hand inviting him to join the cuddles. bangchan hugged your waist and you played with his hair, at this moment you two knew this is what you both wanted, a happy and loving family of your own.

FIN !!

a/n: FINALLY THE FIC IS OUT enjoy bbys!!