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*Drinking milk from a glass*
So... do you happen to know another vegan alternative to milk? Vex milk tastes... sharp...
*Keeps drinking radiolaria*
@ask-drifter you've been talking to the guardians about Vex milk again haven't you?!
He sighs, rubbing his temples
I'm partial to oat milk, chocolate oat milk specifically...please stop drinking the Radiolaria
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Awkward Situations
Crow walks in
Crow: Guardian, I need you to-
MJ-2 wearing the Prodical Armour set aka Uldren's armour
Crow:... how and why do you have that
MJ-2:......found it.....
Crow: that doesn't answer my second question... Why
MJ-2:.... because......why not...and it's cool?
Crow:...that was the armour I was shot in...it even has the bullet hole...
MJ-2.:....ummm
Crow: where did you even.....did you....
MJ-2: strip it off your dead body, no of course not
Crow: thank the traveller-
MJ-2: I found it in a crate after your body was taken for your funeral
Crow:.....I am beginning to grow concerned about your mental state....
MJ-2: I thought the armour made from scorn and hive would trigger that....Or hell even the Armour made from the Vex .... just wearing enemies while we eliminate the rest
Crow:.....
Crow takes a few steps back
MJ-2: so ....what did you need?
Crow holding a mission to fight scorn
Crow:..umm it's nothing I'll give it to someone else
MJ-2: Okie dokie
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Well aren't you sweet.
I'll try to keep the atrocities to a minimum
HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT
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actually baffled that I've never drawn my favorite character(s) of all time on here so I had to remedy that immediately!!! ft. crow & glint
#for those who are curious glint is talking about how he wants to ask the traveler for a digestive system so he can eat spicy ramen LMAO#also. completely serious when i say crow is one of if not the most favorite character of mine. comfort character ultimate blorbo if you wil#which is nuts that i haven't drawn him on here publicly yet.... it must be remedied 😭#also i don't play the game (havent for a long while) i just eat up the crow and guardians lore for real hehe#but i'm like. ridiculously attached to crow not to be cringe on main but his character + arc helped me get through a difficult awful time#destiny 2#crow#destiny crow#destiny glint#ibon draws#uldren sov#artists on tumblr#digital art#id in alt text
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Afternoon tea:
I have an influx of Biscotti, and I would hate the hard work of those who made them to go to waste. So I'm organising a get-together.
Come to my office and there will be tea supplied by Ikora and sweet treats.
Bring your own chair, all welcome
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..... Interesting to see you on here little Crow.
I'd like to introduce myself. Names Sera, I'm a Stormcaller and would like to be a friend. Don't worry about Spider founding out about our interactions, he won't hear to a word from me.
And if he tries giving you grief over anything, well, Ive been around for quite sometime now so I'm more then happy to step in, if you'll take the help 😊
Little...? I'm over six feet!
>By an inch<
Ignore him, he wont let me delete that. Anyway, Sera, huh? Nice name.
I'm not too worried about Spider finding out, he's got a good eye but only one. Can't be everywhere at once.
That being said, let's not talk about or arrange anything happening incase he does find out, it could just get me in worse trouble if he thought I was plotting something. I refuse to risk the worse case scenario.
On the topic of friends, we'd have to meet at some point for that to be doable, but due to past experiences with Guardians I'd rather not disclose where, or when.
Last time I let one get too close ended in... A lot. We'll say a lot.
>For some reason or another Guardians seem to get REAL nasty at the sight of Crow, to the point it's a situation we try to avoid entirely, even if the intention is a friendly hello. Precaution's, friend! Precautions!<
Sorry about it, though I guess if we talk enough I could take the chance...but not for a good while.
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I'm sorry
Short king!?
I'll have you know I'm 6'3...I just have poor posture
I'm sorry, but am I taller then Crow or am I tripping?
@crow-the-hunter-vanguard am I seeing things?
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for anyone in need of a little bit of angst, here's a snippet of the conversation between lucanis and viago after crow!rook gets stuck in fade jail :)
Lucanis strides into the Cantori Diamond looking like death.
The casino is bustling with activity as usual. The movement of people, the clinking of glasses, the sound of coins exchanging hands. It almost makes it seem like any other day. Lucanis knows it’s not. He had never enjoyed places like this — not the way Illario did — and even being on the top floor of the casino, above all that noise didn’t make him any more comfortable. Still, he had always found the time to greet some of the other Crows wandering about the room, even if it was just a quick nod. Now, fledglings flinch away as he walks past them not paying them any mind.
Teia sees him approach from the other corner of the room, and something in her posture seems to relax. “Thank the Maker!” she exclaims, running to meet him. “What in Andraste’s name happened, Lucanis? You sent word you were all going to an island to stop some ritual and then we didn’t hear from you in days!” she frowns, “and after the things we’ve been hearing from Minrathous—”
Lucanis can feel her anxious gaze on him, waiting for a response but he has no words for her. He closes his eyes, chest roaring with pain. Joder. Caterina’s training hadn’t prepared him for this. All his life he had measured suffering in broken bones and stab wounds. Now his heart is faced with a loss so devastating it reverberates through his entire being.
“Lucanis?” Teia calls softly, almost startling him.
“Ghilan’nain’s been slain” he manages to say at last. The only good news he has to offer. She makes a sound of surprise, turns to look at Viago only to find him already looking at them. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stares at Lucanis.
“Where’s Rook?” he asks, voice deceptively calm.
Lucanis goes still, grief and pain wreaking havoc inside of him. He doesn’t know what expression is reflected on his face but it must be enough to convey what his words cannot because Viago takes a step back. “No,” he says and there’s a sharpness in his tone, a denial that Lucanis knows all too well. “No” he repeats, turning his back and leaning his hands on the table for support.
Teia stares at them, horrified, “How—”
Spite growls. He tricked her! He took her away from us!
Lucanis can feel the demon’s anger like a mirror to his own, a painful, angry thing wanting to be let out and ravage the entire room. And yet when he speaks the words are deadly soft. “The Dread Wolf betrayed us, betrayed her” The words are a new kind of pain. He pauses, hoping that if he doesn’t breathe too deeply he won’t feel the hollow echo of his empty chest. “He trapped her in the Fade”
Viago turns abruptly. He doesn’t make any move to strike, but there’s a cold violence to his gaze, like the silent swish of a blade right before it draws blood. They stare at each other for a moment, neither of them moving. Then Viago's face changes, hard blankness breaking for a moment to reveal the feelings beneath. Loathing.
#datv spoilers#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#viago de riva#lucanis x rook#rookanis#dragon age fanfic#my writing#oc: artessia de riva
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quiet hours (john price x f!reader)
there is a power dynamic but it’s discussed, price is a major simp, some time jumps
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price’s office couch. a brown and beaten thing, a comfortable touch on the side of his desk. john himself had never used it, but kept it from the office’s last occupant, a buffer in case someone tried to cross over to his side of the room. that was, of course, before you.
it started when your leg was injured. he let you prop up your leg on the couch and somewhere during the twenty minute mark of your conversation, you fell asleep. any other solider and john would have reprimanded them, tossed them out, but you looked so peaceful, soft lips parted slightly. he left you a note, come back anytime, not wanting to risk the sting of rejection to his face.
it became your ritual. you didn’t sleep well at night but as a high ranking SAS member, you had some freedom in your daily schedule for occasional naps. he liked hearing your soft sighs as he worked, going so far as to keep a silk pillow for you when he heard you complain about your hair on leather. you chatted or you didn’t, always leaving with a small smile and “thanks, cap.”
even the rest of base knew 3-5pm were quiet hours, a small sign posted on his door. the couch wasn’t big and with the angle of the door, most people didn’t even realize you were in there when they popped in to ask a question. john guarded you like a dragon with his jewels, chewing out recruits for being too loud, never explaining your presence to anyone.
right now, you were sound asleep, your small sighs like john’s personal soundtrack to heaven. simon had knocked silently, asking some important question about an upcoming mission, and john huffed with annoyance knowing he had to leave you. he got out of his chair, carefully so it wouldn’t squeak, and made his way over to you. squatting down, he rubbed a gentle hand over your face, tracing your relaxed cheekbones and brow. “sweetheart, i have t’ go. be back in few.” you whimpered, eyes fluttering, half drunk on sleep. “you’re leaving?” he shook his head, leaning in so his forehead touched your own. his hand slid towards your neck and brought you closer, practically a kiss. the comfort of it was delicious and you let out a contented sigh. “jus’ for a bit. go back to sleep, bub.” he peeled back, evaluating what kind of captain he was. apparently not a very good one as he kissed your forehead before getting up, the skin on skin contact rushing through his bones like electricity.
simon was waiting patiently outside, his relaxed look menacing to the passing recruits. he fell into step with price easily, walking towards their favored meeting spot. “tellin’ her soon?” john shook his head, dragging an exhausted hand down his face. tell you what? that you were strong and lovely and the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen, on and off the battlefield? that the only way he slept at night was imagining your own sleepy sighs? that for some idiotic reason, there was a ring burning a hole in his sock dresser? “too soon, lieutenant.” simon huffed, the glint of a smirk under his mask. “been half a year, cap. jus’ sayin’.” john fought the urge to run back to his office, to make sure no one bothered you. “she’s just sleepin’ there, nothin’ special.” simon side eyed him, noting the stress lines and crow’s feet on his captain’s face. “i’ll tell johnny ‘s nothin’ special then. heard he’s interested.”
john prided himself on keeping his emotions in check. it was one of the revered traits of his captain position, the glue to the team. in that moment however, stopped mid stride at his lieutenant’s words, shoulders bunching and fists tightening, he wanted to kill half his team. “you will do no such thing, lieutenant. that’s an order.” simon clapped him on the shoulder with his short barking laugh, amusement dancing in his eyes. “roger that.”
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“i don’t know gaz, do you really think he likes me?” gaz had popped in to price’s for a question but you were there instead, half awake and confused. he liked the couch too, tucking himself at the far end and pulling your socked feet into his lap. “‘ve never seen cap let anyone else sleep here. if that’s not a sign, don’t know what is.” you rolled your eyes, keeping them on the ceiling. “well i’ve been sleeping here almost six months and got a forehead kiss to show for it.” gaz froze, his hands stilling on your ankle. “you’re takin’ the piss.” as if. “am not! happened fifteen minutes ago and i’ve been overanalyzing it since.” gaz tried to reason how two of the smartest people he knew were such idiots. “darling, you’re practically married now. i’ve never seen-“ the door swung open, john’s strides minutely faltering when he saw gaz on the couch. “back to work, garrick. close the door behind you.” gaz acknowledged him with a nod and suddenly price was in his place, drawing your feet on the top of his legs.
“everyone wants a piece of you, don’t they?” it was nonsensical, what he murmured, almost to himself. you pressed your feet into his thigh until he got the memo, strong hands circling your ankles and pulling them into his lap. “what do you mean, cap? gaz was just visiting.” he hummed a non reply, fingers tracing the scar of where your foot injury used to be. “this all better?” your brows furrowed at the change in topic, nodding your head on instinct. “right as rain, sir.” his thumb, callused and strong, was pressing into your ankle now. it was like john was in a trance, fully focused on your worn socks, refusing to look at your face. “how long have you been sleepin’ here with a perfectly fine foot, sergeant?” your mouth dropped, confusion clouding your brain. “i- bout four months, sir. i sleep better here than my own bed.” he finally turned his head, his dark blue gaze searing into you. “why’s that?” it was barely loud enough for you to hear it, croaked out with a herculean effort. “because you’re here. i don’t, don’t really know why. you’re comforting and safe and smell nice…” you trailed off at the last bit, cheeks warming in embarrassment.
john tucked himself in and laughed, the air from his lungs brushing over your ankles. you answered with a small giggle, still unsure about your blunder. “whole time it was my smell keepin’ you here. way to kill a man’s ego, sweetheart.” you grinned, sitting up on your elbows. you pressed your foot into the side of his face, forcing him to look at you instead of his lap. “it’s you, john. keeping me here.” the temperature dropped, his ministrations froze. all you did was look, your eyes wide and pleading. begging him to just see, see why you kept coming back like his own personal lapdog.
you were moving, john tugging you closer by the ankles, strong hands moving up your calves until the rest of you was right there. he fixed the awkward angle by leaning down, one hand propped near your head, the other coming down to stroke your cheek. “say it’s true.” his eyes were still searching for something, so rare for you to see your captain look so unsure. “this couch isn’t even that comfortable so trust me, it’s true.” you had hoped humor would lighten the situation but your murmured truth made the air heavier, your heaving chest almost touching his own. “i’m too old for you.” you rolled your eyes. “you’re like four years older, get a grip.” he pinched your cheek, muttering cheeky under his breath. “i’m your captain.” your own hand came up on instinct, fingers finally touching the beard you dreamed about. the strands were soft but slightly scratchy, like he had a routine he occasionally forgot. “you’re john price. anyone who knows you knows that you won’t give me special treatment. i’ll run extra laps everyday.” your fingers were exploring now, thumb running down the bridge of his nose to the top of his lips. you both shuffled without realizing, your legs on either side of his torso, cradling his hips. his forearms bracketed your face, caging you in.
“i don’t love lightly. no friends with benefits or any of that bullshit.” you drew him in closer, one foot on his lower back until your pelvises kissed. “good. i want a man who can commit.” whatever he had been looking for, he found in your wide eyed gaze. “i’m…out of excuses.”
the kiss wiped out john’s memory of any kiss before it. it was slow and possessive, a claiming. six months of you just out of his reach would drive any man to this point, john reasoned. that’s why he took his time, exploring every angle and pressure point, searching for those breathy sighs you always made. he didn’t have to do much - one nip of the lip and you were singing for him, melting into his arms. you wrapped them around his neck, pulling him deeper. by this time next year, i’m proposing. john let the thought grow wings and fly, content to explore your touch as he wondered about white wedding cake and matching rings.
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years later, no matter how you both decided to decorate your new house together, he insisted on a brown couch for his office. something hideous and comfortable, not matching the decor at all. something just for the two of you.
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price intimacy brainrot (i’m PMSing)
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Dinner’s Ready
About: After a long and exhausting day filled with chores and responsibilities, the reader finds unexpected comfort and support from someone unexpected Pairing: Reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus (Seperate) Note: Reader and the men are not in a relationship yet but there is an implied mutual attraction.
SYLUS
The day had dragged on, pulling at every ounce of your patience. The Hunters Association had been relentless—meetings, reports, more meetings. You had barely had time to breathe, let alone grab lunch. As much as you wanted to collapse into bed the moment you got home, you knew that wasn’t in the cards tonight. The dishes were piling up, the laundry was overdue, and you still needed to make dinner. Ugh, just the thought made your head spin.
You’d spoken to Sylus earlier in the day, venting about how chaotic everything had been. He’d listened, as he always did, his smooth voice teasing you about biting off more than you could chew. But you hadn’t expected him to really care; Sylus wasn’t the type to coddle, especially not when he knew you could handle yourself.
Yet, as you stopped by the grocery store to grab ingredients, you couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to have just one thing go your way today. Maybe a nice bowl of pho, something warm and comforting. But making it from scratch? Hell, no. That was not on your agenda for the foreseeable future.
You sighed heavily, picking up the essentials and thinking about the mountain of laundry waiting for you back at the apartment. "Today... I just can't catch a break," you mumbled to yourself, rubbing at your temple as you mentally ticked off your endless to-do list. Would it ever end?
As you rounded the corner to your building, your breath hitched in surprise. Standing casually near the entrance to your apartment complex, leaning against the wall with a faint smirk on his face, was none other than Sylus. His black coat billowed slightly in the evening breeze, and he looked every bit as confident and composed as always. But what surprised you even more was the sight of a bag in his hand, and the fact that he was here, yet again unannounced.
"Sylus? What are you doing here?" you asked, blinking as you approached him.
He pushed off the wall with that lazy grace of his, his smirk widening ever so slightly. "I was in the area, sweetie." he said smoothly, examining his finger nails. "Thought I’d drop by."
You frowned, not entirely convinced. Sylus didn’t just drop by without a reason. Your eyes flickered to the bag in his hand, curiosity bubbling to the surface as you unlocked the door and motioned for him to come inside.
Once inside, you barely had time to put your groceries down before Sylus moved toward the kitchen counter, setting his own bag down. His movements were confident, efficient, as if he’d been here a hundred times before.
“You didn’t answer my question,” you said, watching as he pulled out two bowls, your curiosity growing. “What’s with the bag?”
He glanced over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Just thought you could use a break. Take a seat." he instructed, his voice a little softer than usual.
Too tired to argue, you did as he said, sinking into a chair as he deftly unpacked the contents of the bag. To your utter shock, he began plating two steaming bowls of pho—from your favorite restaurant. The broth, the noodles, the garnishes—it was all there, and it looked perfect.
"How did you know…?" you murmured, eyeing the bowl in disbelief. You hadn’t told anyone about your pho craving.
Sylus glanced at you, a knowing glint in his eye as he placed the bowl in front of you. "Mephisto noticed you were... less than pleasant all day," he said casually. "Figured this would make things better."
Your gaze flicked to the sleek black crow perched on the window, and back to him, your lips parting in surprise. He’d actually noticed. More than that, he’d cared. And in his own subtle, roundabout way, Sylus had made sure to do something about it.
Your tired muscles seemed to relax all at once as you let out a sigh, a genuine smile tugging at your lips for the first time that day. “You have no idea how much better this makes things,” you murmured, feeling the exhaustion from the day begin to melt away. "You didn’t have to do this," you said softly, meeting his gaze. He always went out of his way when it came to you and you often felt guilty for you thought you did not have enough to offer him anything in return. It wasn’t often that Sylus went out of his way for others—his world was one of deals, power, and survival, not tenderness or comfort. But here he was. For you.
Sylus chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, I think I do,” He grabbed his own bowl sliding into one of your kitchen chairs with that same self-assured ease."But... you’ve been pushing yourself too hard. Thought I’d step in before you ran yourself into the ground."
You raised an eyebrow, a soft chuckle escaping you. "Oh, and this has nothing to do with you wanting to keep your favorite hunter functional?"
"Maybe…" His eyes held yours for a moment longer before he dug in, motioning to the table. "Now eat before it gets cold."
The two of you sat down, and for a few moments, there was a comfortable silence between you as you savored the meal. The pho was perfect, the warmth of the broth soothing the ache that had settled into your bones. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed this moment of peace.
As you glanced over at Sylus, his usual sharp edges seemed softer somehow. Maybe it was the dim light in the apartment, or the fact that he had gone out of his way to do something kind, something just for you.
“Thanks,” you said, your voice soft, almost shy, as you broke the silence. “This… it really does help.”
Sylus looked at you, his gaze unreadable for a beat before he leaned back in his chair, that familiar smirk playing at his lips again. "I told you, I have my ways."
But beneath the teasing, there was something more in his expression—something that made your heart skip a beat. You didn’t need words to know that he had noticed you in a way others hadn’t, that he saw the little things, the cracks in your armor.
As you finished the meal, the exhaustion you’d carried all day seemed to lift, replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with the pho. Sylus’s presence, for all his cryptic remarks and unreadable expressions, made you feel... cared for.
Noticing your lingering gaze, Sylus leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied smirk. “I do have my moments of brilliance.”
“More like rare moments,” you teased, a playful spark lighting your eyes.
He chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. “I’ll take that as a compliment, kitten. Now, how about we make a habit of this? You can complain about your hectic days, and I’ll bring the pho.”
The warmth between you deepened, the air thick with unspoken feelings and a comforting ease that felt like home. You smiled, savoring not just the delicious meal but the presence of the man beside you. “Deal.”
RAFAYEL
The day had been an absolute disaster. From the moment you woke up, everything felt like it was falling apart—meetings running late, a mountain of reports piling up, and to top it all off, your bike was in the shop for repairs. Taking the train had been a nightmare, delays at every station and a sea of people crammed together. You had been venting to Rafayel all day, pouring out your frustration in messages about the chaos and exhaustion of adulthood. He responded with his usual playful sarcasm, offering snarky comments that somehow managed to make you smile, even on a day like this.
Why does everything have to be so hard? you thought as you finally stepped off the train and made your way out of the station. As you finally exited the station, the cool evening air greeted you, a temporary reprieve from the stifling atmosphere of the train. Just as you were about to lose yourself in another mental rant about your never-ending to-do list, a familiar voice broke through your thoughts.
“Hey, Miss Bodyguard,” Rafayel's teasing voice cut through the air, his tone playful as always. You looked up, startled but undeniably pleased to see him leaning casually against a nearby wall, a smirk on his lips.
“You stalking me now?” you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite your exhaustion.
He shrugged, falling into step beside you as you began the walk home. “I wouldn’t call it stalking, especially when you keep giving me live updates about your day. ” he said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous glint you’d come to know so well. “You’ve been complaining about your day since noon. Thought I'd check if you survived.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Barely. The train was a nightmare, I’m behind on reports, and now I still have to cook dinner. This day won’t end.”
As the two of you walked, you found yourself venting aloud, unloading all the frustrations of the day onto him. Rafayel listened, his gaze soft yet amused, occasionally tossing in a remark or two that made you laugh despite yourself. He had this way of making even the worst days feel lighter. Once you reached home, you plopped on the couch, continuing your tirade on the pointless meetings instead of actually fighting wanderers. “Seriously, how does anyone manage all this without completely losing it?” you groaned. “Work, reports, cooking, laundry—it’s never-ending! And now I’ve that I am home, I have to make dinner, and tackle those stupid reports…”
Just as you were about to complain more about your overwhelming workload, the doorbell rang.
"Who's that?" you muttered, confused.
Before you could get up, Rafayel waved a hand dismissively. “I got it. Stay where you are."
You gave him a suspicious look, knowing how he could be, but you let him go anyway. He strolled to the door with that infuriating confidence of his, moving like he owned the place.
A minute later, he returned with a package in hand, his expression smug.
“What did you order?” you asked, still perplexed.
He raised an eyebrow. “Who said it was your package?”
Your confusion deepened, but before you could question him further, Rafayel placed the box on the counter and opened it, revealing two neatly packed containers of chicken alfredo. Your jaw dropped as you stared at the food, your tired brain trying to make sense of what was happening.
“You…” you began, words failing you.
Rafayel glanced over his shoulder, catching your stunned expression with an amused grin. “What? You think I didn’t hear you complaining about adulting all day?”
Without waiting for a response, he plated the pasta, his movements surprisingly smooth and graceful as he brought two steaming plates to the table. He set one in front of you, then sat down across from you, his smirk softening just a fraction. “Figured I’d save you the trouble. You’ve been whining about it so much that even the turtles have heard it all the way across the ocean.”
You stared at the plate in disbelief. His company had already started to ease the tension in your shoulders, but this? This gesture—so thoughtful, so uncharacteristically sweet—had your heart fluttering.
“Raf…” you began, but he waved a hand, dismissing your attempt at gratitude.
“Don’t get all sentimental on me,” he quipped, though the hint of tenderness in his eyes betrayed him. “I needed to eat too, you know! And who knew how long it would take for you to whip something up? Just eat...”
You couldn’t help but laugh, warmth filling your chest as you took a bite of the creamy pasta. The taste was perfect—rich, comforting, exactly what you needed after a day like this. And though he was trying to act like it was no big deal, you could tell this was his way of looking out for you.
“Thanks,” you said softly, catching his gaze.
Rafayel leaned back in his chair, the smirk returning full force. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get used to it.”
But you could tell—despite the teasing, despite the banter—that he was glad he could make your day a little better. Maybe adulting wasn’t so bad when you had Rafayel by your side…
ZAYNE
As Zayne finished his usual check-up on you, his hands gentle but firm as they performed the routine exam, you couldn’t help but let out a long, tired sigh. It had been a day. Patrolling the city, fighting off wanderers, and then filing reports had left you drained, and the thought of having to go home and make dinner was the last thing you wanted to deal with.
Zayne noticed immediately, his sharp eyes studying you with that calm, steady gaze of his. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with the kind of precision that came naturally to him as a doctor.
You shook your head, brushing it off. “Nothing serious. Just... thinking about my day.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile, but even you could feel how thin it was. “ But it is over now, so that is something to think about, hehe.. ”
He didn’t press you, which you were grateful for. Zayne had always been like that—understanding, patient, and perceptive. Even when you didn’t tell him how you were feeling, he always seemed to just know.
As you gathered your things and prepared to head out, Zayne cleared his throat. “My shift’s over. How about I drop you off at home?”
Surprised, you turned to face him, and for a moment, you considered saying no, but the truth was—it had been a while since you and Zayne had spent any time together outside of these clinical settings. You nodded, grateful for the company. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
The drive was peaceful, the hum of the car and the cool night air lulling you into a more relaxed state. Zayne wasn’t one for unnecessary chatter, which you appreciated. His presence alone was enough to take the edge off your exhaustion.
Without warning, he slowed the car and pulled into the parking lot of a familiar spot—your favorite hot pot restaurant. You blinked, confused but intrigued.
“Hot pot?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Zayne gave a small, knowing smile. “It’ll save us both from having to cook,” he explained, always the practical one. “And on nights like these, something warm and hearty is good for the body. Better circulation, helps relax the muscles after a long day. Plus, it’s my treat since I dragged you here.”
You couldn’t help but laugh softly at how effortlessly he slipped into his medical reasoning, but more than that, you felt your heart warm at the gesture. You hadn’t even vented to him about how drained you were, yet somehow, Zayne had picked up on it and brought you exactly where you needed to be. It was almost too perfect. That was just how he was—quietly thoughtful, always tuned in to what would make your day a little better.
“That’s pretty thoughtful of you,” you said, unable to hide the warmth in your tone. “I could definitely use some hot pot. You know me too well.” You eagerly unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car.
“I do,” he replied, his smile soft yet confident as the two of you walked into the cozy restaurant. The warmth of the place immediately surrounded you, and it felt like the perfect escape from the long, tiring day.
As you settled into a booth, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have Zayne in your life—someone who understood you without needing you to explain everything. As the two of you were seated inside, ordering your favorite dishes and letting the rich, fragrant broth bubble between you, the conversation flowed easily. Zayne’s calm demeanor was a balm to your tired mind, and his subtle teasing made you laugh more than once.
As the hot pot simmered in front of you, Zayne casually brought up another idea. “There’s a cake shop close to your place. I was thinking we could swing by after. I’ve been meaning to get something sweet.” His love for desserts was well known, and you could already picture the way his eyes would light up at the prospect of picking out his favorite cake.
The suggestion made you smile wider than you had all day. “I’d love that.”
There was something unspoken lingering between you. But in moments like these, with Zayne looking at you with that easy smile and making your long day just a little bit brighter, you could feel it. And you were more than happy to bask in it, even if just for tonight. As you walked out of the restaurant side by side, the chill in the air wasn’t so bad anymore.
XAVIER
You collapsed onto the couch with a long, tired groan, your face buried in a pillow. The mission had been grueling, and now that you were back home, a mountain of chores awaited you—dinner to make, the house to clean, bills to pay. It felt like there was no end in sight, like you couldn’t catch a single break.
For a moment, you let yourself wallow in the exhaustion, silently trying to gather enough mental energy to tackle everything. Maybe if you just lay here long enough, the universe would cut you some slack.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang, cutting through your thoughts. You blinked, sitting up slowly. Who could that be right now?
Dragging yourself to the door, you opened it, and standing there was Xavier, his usual easygoing smile softening the weariness that had taken hold of you.
“Hey, mind if I come in?” he asked, his voice low and gentle. You didn’t even need to reply because he lifted his hand, showing you a takeout bag. The familiar logo of your favorite burger joint was printed on it.
Your heart did a little flip, the tension from the day starting to melt away. “Xavier...”
“I figured you had a long day,” he said, stepping inside once you nodded, his tone casual but warm. “Heard from the others that it was pretty rough. And while I can’t promise anything gourmet, I figured burgers, fries, and churros were safe bets. Oh, and drinks too. No cooking necessary.”
The way he effortlessly made you feel seen without even needing to ask, it was just so him. He had this way of knowing exactly what you needed without making a big deal out of it, like he was always quietly observing, thinking of ways to help without making a fuss.
“Thank you,” you murmured, genuinely touched. “This is exactly what I needed.”
As you led him into the living room, Xavier wasted no time setting up the food on your coffee table, all casual like he’d done this a hundred times before. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as he passed you a drink and a burger. It was so thoughtful, so simple yet perfect.
While you ate, the tension from earlier spilled out. “I’ve got so much to do still,” you admitted, venting to him between bites. “The house is a mess, I have to pay the bills, and the trash is piling up. I just... I don’t even know where to start.”
Xavier leaned back against the couch, his eyes focused on you but in that soft, reassuring way he always had. “Why not start tomorrow?” he suggested, his tone light but confident, as if the solution was obvious. “I’ll take the trash out when I leave. The rest? You can handle it later. No point in burning yourself out tonight.”
He stretched an arm casually over the back of the couch, settling in with that relaxed vibe he always carried, but there was a quiet depth in his words. He wasn’t one for grand gestures or dramatic speeches, but in his own way, he was telling you to take it easy, that he had your back.
“Besides,” he added, his lips quirking into a small grin, “I was thinking we could watch a movie. You know, unwind. You’ve earned it.”
You looked at him for a moment, feeling the weight of your day easing with every word. He didn’t push, didn’t force you to agree, but the offer was so tempting. With the food, the company, and the way he was so effortlessly making everything better, it felt like a much-needed lifeline.
“That sounds like a good idea,” you said, smiling softly as you leaned back beside him, the stress of your responsibilities finally taking a back seat. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing deep down you’d end up thanking him for this later.
The unspoken connection between you both lingered in the air, not something you needed to say out loud. It was there, in the way he knew just what you needed, in the comfortable silence that followed as the movie started. You didn’t need words to acknowledge it. It was simply... understood.
And as Xavier settled in next to you, you realized that tonight, the chores could wait. Right now, this was enough.
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im still tyring to figure out who put beans on my weiner
I was dreaming about something and I suddenly heard The Crow angrily scream "WHO PUT BEANS ON MY WEINER?", got so much whiplash that I woke up.
Here, have an artist interpretation.
This guy has so much control over my mind that he changed the default language of my dream and then forced me out of it.
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The first bake is done! Some vanilla blades. They turned out very well and they're delicious!
Fun fact vanilla blades are actually just vanilla biscotti, so if you can't eat almonds they're a great substitute to normal biscotti.
Now, if you don't mind me, I'm going to go have a hot cup of coffee and some biscotti while I get the ingredients to my next bake ready
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The Confrontation
Pairing - Kaz Brekker x reader!
Summary - three times where the Crows find you two in suspicious situations leading them to conspire and the fourth time when they learn the truth.
Warnings - Assault, Harrassment
1. Nina
"You ready?" Nina Zenik questioned, quickly giving the surroundings a scan before pinning her eyes on you. "The minute Kaz joins us, you have to leave".
You exhaled and nodded, trying your best not to wince at the obnoxiously tight corset and trying to breathe properly. "Was this the only available option?"
"Thr most suitable option," she corrected and smirked after looking at you.
"Stop checking me out when I'm literally struggling to breathe, Zenik. Remind me why is it not you instead of me? Saints know you're better at this," you grumbled and shivered as the cold hair brushed against your off shoulder gown.
"Because unfortunately I'm the Heartrender here, aren't I?" She grinned and you glared, understanding that this was quite amusing. "Ah! There's your ticket," she nodded towards Kaz who was stumbling his way towards you, slightly out of breath.
"Here it goes," you sighed, smoothing your outfit. Somehow this simply seemed a much difficult job that gutting someone in the right place. Using a knife was just easier.
Kaz, now much closer gave you a nod, his eyes glinting as he gripped his cane tightly and you understood. You merely smiled softly before shooting Nina a wink and entered the club, your eyes immediately narrowing down on the target.
Your brain was replaying all of the tricks that your dear friend had so graciously shown. You weren't dumb of course, you knew the basics but she had a degree in flirting.
And so you braced yourself and appeared in front of the man, trying to hide a cringe when his gaze instantly swept over your physique shamelessly. A small flame of anger burned internally and you would be sure to use your favorite dagger very soon.
Meanwhile Kaz and Nina were sneakily observing from the window while also keeping an eye on the environment.
"She seems to be getting the required information," Nina exclaimed but her smile soon fell upon seeing the scene. "Oh Saints no," she whispered and Kaz, who had his back to the window whipped around.
His dark, dangerous stare found you with ease and his body tensed at your uncomfortable face that you were trying so desperately to hide.
He saw the way that man pulled you closer with every passing second until you were pressed flat against him, his foul breath staining your bare shoulders as your body shook with contained fury.
His fingers skimmed your skin while his lips brushed against your cheek and all Kaz wanted to do in that moment was to stride inside and take you out of his grasp.
But he was still talking, his lips moved and so did yours. You were still trying to wrangle every little piece of information you could possibly get while also trying to keep yourself safe.
"Kaz," Nina said urgently upon seeing the malicious smile on the stranger's face. "That's enough she needs to come out".
"I can't do anything," he said bitterly. "It'll just give out our position and put everybody in danger and I cannot have that," he finished, hating every part of himself.
"I like you, sweetheart," your target whispered, his face inches away. His breath fanning you, reeking of alcohol. "I wish to see you again. Please?" He asked, his voice manipulative and he dragged his lips from your shoulder to your neck.
"Of course," you murmured back, your tone deadly which he didn't seem to notice. "You'll see me soon. Very soon indeed".
"Perfect," he grinned against your cheek before kissing the skin and you stepped back with a smile, not breaking eye contact until you exited the door.
And immediately your flirty facade shattered and your were consumed by a dark energy as you rounded the corner, your pace increasing with every step.
"Oh Saints," Nina said as soon as you reached the meeting spot. "Are you alright?"
"Of course I am," you teased, a wicked smile but Kaz wasn't fooled, not at all.
He looked at you, trying to pick up every noticeable change and he sae many. The twitch of your eyebrow, the small frown appearing on your lips which was quickly replaced with a grin and the slight shudder of your shoulders.
He didn't think of anything at all as he removed his coat. "Here," he offered, his dark brown eyes burning into yours.
"It's okay, Kaz, I'm alright-"
"-Take it," he said firmly and when you didn't move, he put it over your shoulders and you almost sighed at the warmth. His touch was so gentle, so secure, a constrast to the emotions plaguing you moments before. "Are you okay?" He asked again.
"I want to go home," was all you could reply as you looked longingly at him, hoping that your eyes were enough to convey all of your feelings. "Please".
Kaz nodded, looking down as pain struck his chest. He could handle numerous difficult situations, but when it concerned you, he was always vulnerable.
"I'm sorry," he said lowly, his voice barely heard as he scanned your face, having an intense urge to place his palm on your cheek but the mere thought made him flinch. However he remained rooted to the spot, not backing away because he knew that you needed him at the present, and he wasn't leaving you.
Someone cleared her throat and that was what made him pull away.
"Extremely sorry but we have to move," she said softly and he nodded, his jaw clenching as he gave you one last, tender look before walking away.
The two of you followed and you clutched the coat around you tightly, a small smile threatening to break out on your face as you replayed the interaction with your dearest.
Meanwhile the Grisha was observing her friends quite eagerly, her eyes switching from one to the other. She had her suspicions from the minute she saw Kaz's panic-stricken face, and then the said person lending his coat confirmed it.
She saw his face contorting in sadness upon seeing your highly uneasy figure back at the club, saw the way his fingers fidgeted constantly because he felt helpless. In conclusion, she saw him lose control.
Kaz Brekker never lost control.
She should feel guilty for using her abilities on her boss, but how could she not? When a particular heart was thudding unbelievably as soon as his eyes fell onto someone else's. The beating had only seemed to intensify when he had put his coat around your shoulders.
The trip to the Crow Club was spent in silence. Everyone's mind being occupied by very different thoughts.
"There you are!" Jesper's cheery voice snapped them from their daydream. He slowly jogged over to you, excitement evident on his features. "Want to play a round of cards?"
All you gave him was a small, forced smile. He just looked so happy and you didn't want to be that person, "Let's go then".
"You don't have to," Kaz suddenly spoke making everyone stare in surprise.
"It's fine," you replied but he still gave you that look. The one where his eyes were just a tiny bit wide, eyebrows slightly raised to wordlessly ask if you were sure.
You nodded offering him a twitch of your lips before joining Jesper, Wylan and Inej at the table, helping yourself to some bread.
Nina had of course watched this soundless interaction quite seriously, and now she had some very interesting points that would definitely be shared with the other Crows; minus you two obviously.
"Now this seems fun," she said to herself, smirking at the way Dirtyhands had his eyes glued to you the entire time.
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2. Wylan & Matthias
Having a lazy day at the barrel was something that happened once in a blue moon, because Mr Brekker made sure to always keep everyone on their toes. Today was one of those rarest days that the Crows actually had no job and so naturally they were lazing around in the club.
Jesper and Nina were gossiping, holding a small muffin in their hands as they whispered amongst themselves, probably sharing the headlines of all that had happened in the Barrel.
"You're sure? Our Kaz? Kaz Brekker losing control like that?" Jesper asked, double checking to make sure they were talking about the same person.
"Yes Jesper!" Nina sighed. "His heartbeat seemed to skyrocket the minute his eyes fell on her. I wss actually worried that he might have a cardiac arrest or something.
"Djel help me," Matthias muttered. "She's too good for him to ever say yes".
"Oh come on," Nina insisted, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "They're made for each other!"
"I don't know about that but they do make quite a pair," Inej added, her face screwed up in concentration.
"There's definitely something going on," Wylan whispered, putting on his scheming face as he analysed his thoughts.
Meanwhile Nina was now feeding another round of conversation to her gossip partner who was enjoying it very much indeed.
"No way he went over to the Dime Lions!" Jesper exclaimed mid-bite, his mouth opening as he registered the statement.
"He did indeed Jes," you walked down the stairs interrupting their conversation. "Rumour had it that he was paid handsomely as well".
"Of course he was," the gunslinger snorted before shaking his head.
"Where were you?" Nina asked, her eyebrow raised in question and all four heads turned to hear your answer.
"Kaz's office," you said and sat down on one of the couch, not noticing the small smirks painted on everybody's faces.
"What's he doing in there anyway?" Inej asked, having sharpened her knives and taking yours making you shoot her a highly grateful look.
But before you could reply, the said person called from from above, "Love! Have you seen that Kerch document that I had shown you? Where did you keep it?"
Silence. Complete and utter silence followed his statement as the Crows glanced at each other, their expressions the epitome of flabbergasted.
"Check in your bottom right drawer!" You shouted unaware, standing right below the floor so your voice could be heard better. "I've kept it along with other related files".
The minute you went back to your previous seat, you felt eyes staring at every inch of your face making you suddenly look up. "What the hell?" You asked, being startled at seeing every gaze pinned towards you.
"Did he just-" Jesper began but Wylan elbowed him harshly.
"Nothing," he answered sweetly, ignoring the sharp glare thrown his way. "How about we go visit the marketplace? You said you'd show me some firing powders".
"Yeah let's go," you nodded, putting your gun in the holster and donning a black leather jacket over your shirt. "Anybody need anything? I'm not going to get you fruit loops, Jesper," you narrowed your eyes before the boy could even utter a word.
"But you told me that-"
"But you also happened to have eaten three packets yesterday. So no. Absolutely not".
Inej and Nina snickered at the banter which was surely an everyday occurence. Jesper always being the hopeless little kid and you unintentionally acting like his older sister.
The said boy was looking at you with wide eyes and a small pout and you groaned in exasperation. "Fine! I'll get you some stop looking at me like that!"
"I love you so much," he grinned and shot a wink your way.
"Whom do you love?" Kaz Brekker asked, walking down the stairs and towards him with a raised eyebrow. Everybody fell silent at his impeccable timing to arive during the most unwelcoming moments.
"Her of course!" Nina butted in, pointing towards you before Jesper could reply and Matthiss noticed the way the Demjin's face contorted and tightened.
Kaz shot the Zemeni a small glare, not knowing himself that he was actually doing it before turning to look at you and all of the other crows saw the way his gaze softened considerably.
"Should we leave then?" Wylan broke the silence and tugged at your sleeve and your attention snapped to him.
"Yes yes let's leave," you followed him, almost at the door when Kaz called your name and you halted. "What's wrong? You need anything?" You questioned softly as he walked closer.
"You forgot this," he merely said and handed you a necklace that you had forgotten on his desk. It was only Wylan who actually saw the pendant and his mouth hung open.
You took it from his hands, fingers gently brushing against his gloved ones and he instantly felt a small amount of warmth seep into his very soul.
You lit a spark with only your touch.
You ignited him.
"Thank you," you smiled and quickly clasped it around your neck, tucking it inside your shirt so it would be hidden from privy eyes. "See you later, yeah?"
He nodded, hands tightening on his cane as he watched you leave. He never got round to telling you that he had wanted to spend this day with you and you only. But unfortunately you had plans and so he remained silent. Not wanting to be a hindrance.
He couldn't even remember the last time he had spent some quality time with you. Being too busy finding new deals and searching for missions that he couldn't properly acknowledge the best thing in his life.
When did he last take you out somewhere except for sneaking around to gather valuable information? You loved having hot chocolate late at night, when had he ever bought it for you despite knowing that the drink was your favorite?
You deserved so much better, his mind kept telling him. He couldn't even bring himself to give you the comforting touches that he knew you longed for. You never said a word but he saw it in your eyes. Whenever a plan had gone too complicated and particularly difficult, all you needed was a good embrace. But he could only ever bring himself to hold your hand. Nothing more.
And he hated himself for it. Despised every inch of his self because of his inability to provide for you. It killed him inside.
You were lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. And he was twisted, crooked, wrong but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for you.
He was so lost in his thoughts that his sharp instincts failed to notice the stares that were currently burning holes in his face. "What?" He snapped and was on his way back to his bedroom when they stopped him.
"Goodness Kaz you actually look sad," Nina concluded, fighting the smirk that was quick to spread on her face.
"I have no reason to be upset," he rolled his eyes and started climbing the stairs slowly, his leg throbbing with slight pain.
"Wylan's right," Matthias said lowly. "The demjin is infatuated".
Wylan on the other hand was busy geeking over the chemicals that were presented in front of him. "How did I never know about this!" He said in delight and you chucklef at the way his eyes lighted up. "These are so much cheaper too".
"Get whatever you want," you squeezed his shoulder and he nearly jumped in excitement. "I'll just quickly go and get something from that shop, yeah?"
He nodded and you crossed the street to enter the clothing shop, smiling to yourself upon seeing beautiful coats lining the walls.
"Can I see some black shirts and vests, please?" You requested the man who nodded and placed numerous boxes on the table. "I'll take these three," you smiled, selecting two dark grey shirts and a gorgeous black vest that you knew would suit your man well.
"Oh hey! Didn't see you coming in".
Wylan simply laughed and examined the clothes that were being folded neatly and transferred in a bag. "For you?"
"Oh no," you shook your head and paid the kruge, it was a little expensive but it's fine. You could give him a gift every now and then. "It's for Kaz".
His eyes widened in surprise just a tiny bit and his lips stretched wide as the two of you exited the store. But then he suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you towards an artefacts shop.
"How would this look on Jesper?" He said and pointed at a hat which was exactly what the gunslinger preferred.
"Absolutely perfect".
"Hey take a look at this," he directed your attention towards a few bracelets kept neatly in a box, making sure to keep his trained on you to pick up on every little change.
Your hand instinctively flew towards a handmade one woven with black thread. It was quite simple but had an intricate design. You loved it immediately and wasted no time in purchasing the little present.
"Let's go?" You asked, almost forgetting for a moment that you weren't alone. While the boy had his arms crossed and a knowing smile on his face as he followed your lead. Having an intense conversation with himself in his head.
It was almost night when you entered the Slat again and two of the Crows were lounging in the basement itself with the exception of Inej and Nina.
"I'll be back in a few," you whispered to Matthias who nodded and you climbed up thr stairs, eagerly wanting to give Kaz the gifts you had brought.
He waited until the sound of a door closing was heard before looking at Wylan who had a cheeky grin on his face.
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3. Inej & Jesper
"Look at his hand!" Matthias whispered under his breath and nudged Wylan whose eyes shot towards Kaz Brekker. And indeed, a black bracelet was clasped onto his left wrist. Not that noticeable but nowadays nothing could ever escape their sharp stare.
"I've never ever seen him wear anything synonymous to jewellery," Matthias muttered and passed the message to Nina who perked up with a bright grin, as though struck by an inspiration.
"Watch me," was all she said and the the two boys glanced ahead in apprehension as she neared your location and bumped into you quite harshly.
"Saints!" A small shout escaped your lips as you were thrown backwards onto Kaz who was right behind you.
"Goodness I'm so sorry," Nina immediately apologised, not being sorry in the least as she rather scanned the couple's reaction.
Your back was pressed against Kaz's chest while his gloved hand, the one wearing a bracelet was wrapped securely around your waist, holding you against him. You placed your palm on top of his in reassurance, and your heart started taking up its pace.
"You okay?" He murmured in your ear and helped you stand up straight as you nodded; and he shot a deathly glare towards the heartrender, who gave a grin and sashayed her way back to the boys.
"I'm fine, thank you for that," you whispered before returning to the documents that were scattered on the table.
"You saw that?" She joined the duo with an excited expression, her hands flapping in front of her. "He didn't even flinch at her touch! It was almost like-"
"Like he's used to it!" Wylan completed her sentence and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Usually he'll push the person off for even invading his personal space, much less someone actually falling on him," Matthias added and she agreed.
"Ghezen this is going much better than I expected. Fifty kruge that they're already together since the past few months".
"Oh yeah?" Jesper interrupted the conversation with the biggest smirk on his face as he sat down, joined by Inej who was shaking her head with a smile. "Hundred kruge says that they've been married already".
"You do know that you're horrible at betting, don't you?" Matthias asked, raising an eyebrow at the large sum.
"But I think Jes is right on this one," Inej supported him making the said person's grin widen if that was even possible.
"What's making you so sure?" Wylan asked, quite suspiciously.
"Let me ah- tell you a little something I saw," his brown eyes glinted as he recounted the miracle that he and Inej had seen.
Jesper was walking on his usual route that led him back to the Crow Club with the Wraith beside him. They had both finished their parts of the job and had met on their way home.
"You got some intel?" He asked, his eyes scanning the various treats that were covering the shelves of stalls.
"Nothing," she answered with a sigh. "It is the same. He comes in everyday sharp at 7 in the morning and leaves exactly at 5. There has been no change at all".
"I think I'm going insane," he suddenly whispered and stopped dead in his tracks making Inej tense up immediately as she looked around for any threat.
"What's wrong?"
"That- That's Kaz isn't it?" He questioned, unable to believe the words that were on their way through his mouth. "In a- a goddamn flower shop?"
"Don't be ridiculous," she scoffed lightly but her she too froze upon seeing a familiar figure standing merely a few metres away. "Saints that is Kaz!"
"Let's go," he nudged her and she hesitated, not really wanting to pry but curiosity certainly gets the better of everyone. They walked closer silently, hiding behind another store which gave them the perfect view.
And there he was, the bastard of the barrel holding a beautiful, red rose in his bare fingers. Yes, he did not have his gloves on. Something that was noticed by the two.
They saw as he paid the small amount of money and began trodding down the road, his cane held tightly in one hand and the rose was held in the other that was hidden behind his back.
"Breadcrumbs," Jesper smirked at her and she let out a laugh as the two followed their leader, becoming increasingly suspicious. They didn't have to wait for long as the person that they had expected arrived soon enough making the two Crows grin.
"Nina was right after all," Inej muttered as she watched you waving at Kaz to gain his attention and the spying people stepped closer, wanting to hear the conversation that would surely grant them something.
"Hey," they heard you whisper, sounding slightly breathless.
"Hi," Kaz replied and took a tiny step closer so that his shoes were touching yours making you bite your lip. "This is for you," he added and presented the rose, his eyes hungrily scanning yours for every little change that he itched to see.
And you rewarded him with the grin that he oh so loved. When your mouth fell open slightly in surprise before morphing slowly into a gorgeous and breathtaking smile.
"For me?" You asked despite yourself, gently taking the flower from his hand and twirling it in your fingers. "Are you sure?"
A small frown marked his face, "Of course I am. Why do you ask such a thing?"
"Is it not for someone else? Maybe a pretty girl that you're thinking of wooing to help you get whatever information that you need," you teased, your lips pressed together.
"Darling," was all he said. His voice low, deep as he stared intently into your eyes, tilting his head to look even deeper. "There is no one like you," he finished and let a small smile form on his hardened face.
Jesper who had been listening with every ounce of concentration had to slap his palm over his mouth to prevent a squeal from escaping his feeble clutches. It was only for Inej roughly smacking his arm and dragging him away that he managed to not give away their position.
"Hence proved," he concluded his story with his arms extended to the present crowd who were utterly and completely shocked.
"No way that actually happened," Matthias grumbled, muttering to himself while Nina looked like she'd just received all of the available waffles for free.
"I'm a genius," she laughed heartily and chugged down a shot of whiskey in celebration of her matchmaking skills.
"I'm so going to win that bet, Zenik".
"Don't count your pigeons before they're killed, Fahey. We can't be so sure that they're actually married".
"We have to ask them!" Wylan urged, sitting up straight and looking at them for their opinions.
"We will," Nina nodded firmly while the rest appeared unconvinced. "Tomorrow".
"Let's hope that we're not murdered in our beds later that night then," Jesper sighed but he too couldn't contain his excitement.
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4. The Confrontation
"Kaz," Nina said in delight as soon as the man climbed down the last step.
"Never thought I'd live to see the day when you're actually looking happy to see me," he retorted making her roll her eyes.
"We need to talk," Jesper elaborated making him raise an eyebrow as he took in all of his Crows minus you and Inej sitting with their arms crossed and heads held high.
"Does it concern me?"
"Of course it does that's why we're asking!"
"Saints give me the strength," he muttered under his breath before looking at the lot. "Go on then I don't have all day".
That's when Inej entered the scene, dragging you along with her and making you stand next to Kaz. "What's going on?" You questioned, heavily confused and looking around for an answer.
"We need to ask you something," Wylan answered your request.
"I gathered just as much".
"Are you going to ask or not?" Kaz growled in annoyance, his patience running thin.
"We just wanted to know-"
"I've been wanting to ask-"
"We had a feeling that-"
They all began together but not one could complete their sentence until Jesper was the one to blurt it out.
"You're married?"
Kaz and you stood still, dumbstruck before visibly relaxing and you chuckled, "That was quicker than I expected".
"I don't think four years is quick, love," Kaz responded, his lips stretching just the slightest making the crowd explode.
"FOUR YEARS?!"
"YOU TWO ARE ACTUALLY MARRIED!"
"WHEN DID YOU EVEN START DATING?!"
"HOW ON EARTH DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO PULL HER OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE??"
"Ask him about it," was all you said and sat down on a chair with a very obvious smile adorning your pleased face. Everybody fell silent at once and you knew you had said the right thing. Nobody sensible would ever dare to question Kaz.
Jesper glanced nervously at him, "Can I atleast see your ring? Just to you know, have some confirmation?"
You laughed and pulled the necklace out from under your shirt, revealing a thin but elegant silver band encrusted with a small diamond at its center.
"K- Kaz?" Wylan asked, or rather pleaded.
To their surprise, he took off the glove of his right hand to reveal a similar ring resting beautifully against his pale fingers.
"Saints I win!" Jesper said in disbelief and stood up straight, slowly turning his head to look at Nina. "GIVE ME MY KRUGE!" And all watched as the girl slowly backed away, probably hatching an escape plan and ran swiftly with him hot on her heels.
"That was something huh?" You grinned and looked at your husband, slowly leaning over to intertwine your fingers with his.
"Quite," he huffed lightly but couldn't stay annoyed for long and alas, he too smiled. Not a particularly big one, rather a small, gentle twitch of his lips. One that was only ever displayed for you.
His eyes held the entire universe as he admired you from the side, looking at you as if you had hung those few stars that formed his constellation.
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NRC And RSA
(What if Yuu went to Royal Sword Academy for a Exchange/Transfer student program?)
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Yuu sat on the plush bed, the private room given to them was rather luxurious than the room they shared in Ramshackle. Little bits of belongings still sat in their luggage, a few trinkets (Y/N) had been packed to remind Yuu of NRC during their stay.
The magicless student smiles at the thought of their dorm and friends. Sighing as they eye the special uniform the RSA students had provided them.
While the rather, “princely” students were rather kind in their greetings, Yuu still didn’t feel all too comfortable. The quiet sounds of the ocean clear their thoughts as they get up from the bed. Peaking outside from the satin curtains, the small waves crashing along the sandy shore.
After finding out that Yuu would be going to the school alone, Headmaster Crowely graciously offered Yuu a new phone. While you kept the old one.
“To keep in touch during the trip!” Yuu heard the Headmage state, smiling too sweetly, clearly hiding his true intentions.
Picking up their phone, Yuu skims through the messages you had sent as soon as they left.
Pictures of Grim sleeping in class, pictures of you and Grim sitting next to the first-years at lunch. Then a photo of you, unaware, talking with a nervous student as figures zoom into the scene. Too blurry to make out the familiar uniforms on their persons.
“Grim probably took that photo…” Yuu laughs. Before a knock is heard on the door.
Yuu heads over, not before taking a small pick of the ocean.
Opening it up, preppy voices cheer loudly. “WELCOME TO ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY! YUU!”
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“I miss Yuu…” You bemoan, lightly banging your hands on your face. Groaning in annoyance as Ace side eyes you. “(Y/N), Yuu’s fine. Probably annoyed with all those high-horse RSA students though.” Deuce makes a small sound of agreement.
Grim munches on his tuna melt, a bit quiet… Which was never a good sign.
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Yuu sat with Chenya and Neige, a few other students seated with the as well during lunch. The NRC picks at the dishes served as they listen to the small discussions going about. Occasionally giving a small response when a question was asked to them personally.
“Hmm.. Yuu~! I’m curious about something, if you don’t mind me asking..~” Chehnya smiles, eyes bright like a curious cat.
“Yes?”
“How’s (Y/N) doing? I haven’t seen’em in a bit, so I wanted to know.~” Chenya purrs out, laying a lazy hand on Yuu shoulder. Neige, overhearing, beams. White as snow skin becoming a soft pink as they lean in as well. “Oh yes! How are they? I haven’t seen them much since the masquerade event at Noble Bell College.”
The actors red as rose lips turn into a frown, “My schedule has been so packed I haven’t had time to see them around town..” The boy wilts at the thought of missing his chance to see you as Snick offers him a sympathetic pat on the back.
Yuu hears more chatter from a few other students popping in to add their own statements about (Y/N).
Rielle, Yuu recalled him from somewhere… Had spoken up. “I’ve seen them around the beach a few times!”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh!”
Yuu blinks, the conversation becoming bigger than expected. But, they grin just like their fellow NRC friends.
“Well, (Y/N) is good. I mean, they are Dorm Head of our Dorm, along with meetings with the other Dorm Leaders… As VICE Leader, we’re with each other often.” Yuu smiles, shrugging. A certain glint in their eye.
Neige's features become more flustered as he tries to ask another question. Before being interrupted by Yuu’s phone ringing.
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“GRIM! GIVE IT BACK!”
“No! I wanna’ send Yuu photos of my tuna can tower!”
“Grim!” You try to grab the phone back as Jack follows after, but Grim was surprisingly quicker! Epel manages to corner the fur-ball, “Oi! Ya’cat! Give it up!”
“Epels accent is out! He’s pissed!”
Ortho readies his laser cannon, trying to get the perfect aim. "Grim, stand still please!" Grim shouts to as he tries to figure out away to avoid capture.
“Grim?”
“Yuu!”
“YUU!?”
The first-years shout all together, happy to hear the student.
Sebek grabs Grim by the scruff of his collar, handing him over to you as everyone gathers by the lounge area. Discussing about their day as Yuu talks about their own, “I gotta go guys.. I’ll see you in a couple days!”
“Give’em hell Yuu!”
“Good luck Yuu!”
“See you soon!”
Hanging up the call, Yuu returns back to the lunch table, a satisfied expression on their face. Maybe even a bit sentimental if you looked close enough...
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[To celebrate the news of Twst FINALLY GETTING THE ANIME SOON. I decided to write a small fic for yall! Enjoy! Thanks for reading! LET ME KNOW HOW I DID! IM SO HAPPY WE GETTING THE ANIME!!!]
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@cayde-6-hunter-vanguard rematch on the beach? This time not cheating!
My Crow piece for @d2artevents summer zine! 💙💚
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all i ever asked (nsfw!)
roronoa zoro x fem!reader - wc: 3.4k
cw: piv sex, creampie assumed, pre-established relationship, ur both kinda in love with each other idk. an: 🍷 cheers to another vanilla ass zoro fic because sry that's all i want right now lol 🍷
Contrary to what one might assume, Zoro is no stranger to matters of the heart. Beneath his tough exterior lies a tender heart that beats just as wanting as anyone’s. Though he may be quiet about love, he expresses it with an honesty that is unmistakably his own.
Whether it’s for a quiet nap or a spontaneous cuddle, his favorite place for you to be is safely wrapped in his arms, where the world fades away and only the warmth between you matters. There’s a comfort in your closeness, a silent reassurance in how he holds you.
Tonight, you find yourself resting against his broad chest in the crow’s nest. The quiet of the sea stretches out around you, and the world below feels distant. You often join him on sleepless nights, the calm of his presence a comfort when the silence becomes too overwhelming. So much so, that he’s started bringing a blanket with him on his watch, knowing you’ll be there.
It’s become a routine—him keeping watch, you keeping him company—and in these moments, with calm embrace of safety and the endless starry sky above, everything feels just right.
One of his thick arms is wrapped around your middle, and the two of you sit in quiet companionship, the calm broken only by the distant crash of the sea against the hull or the occasional rustle of the sails in the wind.
In moments like this, the stillness invites reflection, whether you seek it or not. Your fingers trace absentmindedly over the roughened skin of his arm, skimming over the scars that tell stories of battles fought and survived. You glance down at the limb resting across you, and despite the soft, silvery light of the night, you can’t quite shake the frown that tugs at your expression.
How many times has he come close to death in the time you’ve known him? Each fight leaves him battered and bloodied, but never truly defeated. Memories of sitting beside him in the infirmary, waiting for him to wake, flood your mind. What happens if the next time, he doesn’t?
It’s a fleeting thought, perhaps foolish. Zoro could walk through a storm of steel without flinching. His body, a testament to countless trials, has borne worse. The very idea of him not waking up feels almost absurd, as though the world itself would have to bend to defeat him.
A soft sigh escapes your lips as your fingers curl around his wrist, grounding you in the present moment.
"You know," you whisper, the sounds are barely more than a breath, but heavy with meaning, "you're not allowed to die on me."
A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Zoro as he shifts slightly, "Wasn’t plannin' on it,” he replies casually with a flicker of amusement across his features.
You pause for a moment, then meet his teasing tone with one that’s a little more serious. "I mean it, Zoro."
He adjusts his grip on you, gently pulling you around to face him, his hands steady on your waist as his gaze meets yours. His tone remains light, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity. "What’s got you thinkin’ about it?"
"Just... we don’t exactly lead the safest lives, do we?" you sigh softly, your expression showing some genuine touble, resting your head against his chest. You let the silence hang for a beat before lifting your head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "And you dying would ruin a lot of my plans, you know."
"Oh yeah?" Zoro hums, his grin evident even in his tone. "You’ve got plans, huh? What kind of plans need me around to work?"
"A lot of them," you reply with a playful glint in your eye, twisting around in his lap to face him. "I guess I’ve come to rely on you more than I thought, after everything we’ve been through."
Zoro's halfened gaze eases down upon you. A small, lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his lips—one that’s rare, but undeniable. He doesn’t speak right away, but the silence is filled with a weight that speaks volumes. Truth be told, a lot of his future plans revolve around you, too.
In a world where Luffy is Pirate King and Zoro is the world’s greatest swordsman, the idea of something simpler feels surprisingly appealing. He never expected to cradle love in his arms, yet here he is, feeling the call to arms in his heart—not for battle, but to keep you safe. With you by his side, the idea of settling down doesn’t seem so impossible. In this world, he'd give you everything, ensuring you never have to worry, even if he's still figuring out how. Your safety has become the one thing that matters more than any fight.
There’s a warmth in his chest that blossoms only with you, a quiet but steady heat that spreads every time you’re near. As you look into his face, your eyes wide with concern, it flares again—stronger this time, almost as if his heart beats in time with yours.
“Look,” he says, the emphasis in his tone softer now, as one calloused hand gently comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in a reassuring motion. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. I promise you that.”
A promise. One that doesn’t come from him lightly, but when it does, you know he means it. In a world where words are often guarded, this one feels like the most precious thing he could give. You don’t need to ask again.
You smile, your hand coming up to gently cup the one resting on your face, your fingers tracing the familiar warmth of his skin. “Good,” you say softly, a teasing edge to your tone. “Cause I’ll never forgive you if you do.”
Zoro laughs, the sound a low rumble in his chest, pulling you closer until his chest presses against yours, the blanket settling around both of you. “If I’m dead, how would you even know if I’ve pissed you off?” he teases,.
A sly smile curves at the edges of your lips as you raise a brow, a glint of mischief dancing in your eyes. "Oh, you’ll know," you say, sounding playful but with something warmer softening the words. "I’ll figure out some way to make you know from your safety beyond the grave."
The laughter slowly fades, leaving a quiet stillness to settle around you both. Zoro’s expressions turns thoughtful as he watches you, his eye tracing the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the rhythm of your breath as it flows steadily in time with his own. He takes in the peacefulness of the moment, the way you’re nestled against him, and a quiet warmth stirs within him—a soft, unspoken sense of peace that spreads slowly through his chest.
A warmth unfurls within him as he reflects on how deeply he needs you, the way your presence grounds him amid the turmoil. You’re not just his partner; you're the anchor that holds him steady in the storm. In the chaos of battle and the endless path ahead, it would be easy for him to lose his way.
"Hey," he murmurs, his voice soft but sincere, "I don’t say it often, but... you really do make everything a lot easier. I don’t know where I’d be without you."
It's rare for him to let down his guard like this, to show you that side of himself. The vulnerability he shares feels like a gift, one you hold close. It’s a part of him that’s raw and real, and in that moment, it makes everything between you feel deeper, more significant.
You smile softly, your fingers lacing with his as you rest your head against his chest. "I’m just glad I can make it easier for you," you murmur, "There’s no one else I’d want to face all of this with."
Zoro’s heart skips a beat, a warmth blossoming in his chest and spreading like a quiet, steady flame. He doesn’t need to put it into words; you’ve long understood that his actions speak far louder than anything he could say.
He holds you close, and the quiet intensity in his gaze conveys everything you need to know. In that moment, it’s clear—you’re not just his partner; you’re his anchor, his refuge in a world that’s often unforgiving.
"You’re something else, you know that?" His voice is softer than usual, carrying an unexpected vulnerability that only you seem to draw out. His focus lingers on yours, filled with an affection so deep it almost feels tangible.
Zoro’s gaze lingers on you for a moment, a quiet intensity in his eye as if he’s weighing something unspoken. Slowly, his hand rises to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. It’s a tender gesture, simple yet filled with meaning, conveying everything he struggles to say.
Then, without a word, he closes the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a kiss that is slow, deep, and full of all the emotions he’s kept hidden—unspoken, yet understood.
It’s soft at first—a gentle press of lips that quickly ignites into something deeper, more urgent. Zoro’s hands roam with purpose, one tangled in your hair, pulling you close, the other gripping your hip, steady and possessive. His mouth moves over yours with growing intensity, each kiss a silent confession of longing and desire as he holds you firmly against him.
You melt into him, the embrace wrapping you in the warmth of everything you’ve ever felt for him—the love, the yearning, the certainty that this is where you’re meant to be. Time seems to slow, and all the doubts, the fears, fade away in the quiet comfort of his embrace.
Every stolen glance, every quiet moment shared between you, rushes through your mind, deepening the bond between you. The world around you disappears, leaving only the undeniable truth that you belong here, in his arms, with him—and nothing else matters.
Lost in the heat of the moment, your legs wrap around Zoro's waist, pulling him closer as your bodies align from chest to pelvis. The hard, throbbing evidence of his desire presses insistently against your core through the thin fabric separating you, sending jolts of excitement up your spine. Soft gasps and breathy moans escape you both and with each deliberate grind of your hips, the friction stokes the flames of passion.
Zoro's hand slips beneath your shirt, calloused fingers tracing slowly up the contours of your spine, leaving a tingling path in their wake as they travel higher. You lean into his touch, craving more of his intimate caresses. The heat building between you feels like it might consume you both.
His other hand grips your thigh, hitching your leg higher around his waist. The new angle allows him to press even closer, the hard length of him grinding against your most sensitive spot. A gasp escapes you at the intense pleasure, your body beginning to twitch in need.
He pulls back from the kiss, his lips still tingling from the connection, as he looks down at you with a soft expression in his good eye. A pleased daze lingers there, as if he's trying to process what just happened. "Why can’t I ever get enough of you?" he murmurs, his voice rough and tinged with longing, the question more of a quiet wonder than anything else.
It’s as if he can’t quite grasp how, after all this time, you still manage to stir this feeling in him. He’s grown used to it, yet still, he’s unable—and unwilling—to let go. With you, everything feels new, as though each touch, every shared breath, and every heated moment is a discovery all over again. It’s intoxicating, addicting, and he no longer feels the need to question it.
He just wants you, and he thinks he always will.
Coarse hands move over you with a sense of familiarity, tracing the curves he’s grown so accustomed to, yet there’s always a hint of wonder in how he handles you. It’s possessive, in a way, as though he wants to leave a part of himself with you in every lingering caress.
“Zoro...” Your voice is soft, almost a whisper against his lips, heavy with desire yet tinged with a slight hesitation. “Are you sure this is the right time? We're on watch..."
Zoro chuckles, low and dark, his lips brushing against yours with each word. "Not like anyone's gonna catch us up here." His hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your hip as he grinds against you, his hard length pressing insistently against your core. "Besides, I don't think I can wait any longer."
His hand slips under your shirt, calloused fingers trailing over the smooth skin of your stomach. Leaning in, he begins kissing and licking his way down to nip at your pulse. "I need you," he growls. "Right here, right now."
You twist into Zoro's ministrations, a giggle slipping past your parted lips as his fingers trace tantalizing patterns along the waistband of your shorts. "Always getting what you want, huh?" you tease, your hands cradling his face tenderly, a playful grin tugging at your mouth despite the flush of arousal currently painting your cheeks.
His smirk matches yours as his hand boldly slips past your shorts, gripping your ass before venturing further. "Damn, you're absolutely drenched," he groans, fingers gliding effortlessly through your slick folds. "You're always so fucking wet, just for me."
You buck your hips instinctively against his hand, a breathy moan falling from your lips as his fingers dance along your clit. "Always," you answer, your voice small and rasp with need.
Zoro's eye darkens at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Shit, babe," he purrs, his fingers circling your clit before dipping lower, teasing your entrance. "You need me to make you feel good?"
You nod eagerly, but before you can expel your desperate plea for more, Zoro claims your mouth in another searing kiss. His tongue plunders yours as he slowly sinks two fingers into your dripping core. A broken moan escapes you, a needy sound that conveys your overwhelming desire for him—his touch, his cock, but above all, his love.
Zoro's hands quickly work to free his throbbing erection, the thick shaft coming to rest insistently against your belly. With a swift motion, you part from him and sit up just enough to shift your shorts and panties aside, baring your core to him. Immediately, his hands return to your hips, greedily pulling you back until the swollen head of his length nudges your entrance, ready to take you fully.
Zoro groans deeply as your velvety walls envelop him, the exquisite tightness making his hips twitch with the effort to hold back. He exhales against your lips before easing you down onto his throbbing length with agonizing slowness, allowing you to adjust to every thick inch stretching you open, and when he's finally buried to the hilt inside your welcoming heat, he pauses, savoring the feeling of just being with you this in way.
His forehead falls to rest against yours as he takes a deep, shuddering breath, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "You okay?" he asks, concern in his voice despite it being thick with barely contained desire.
"I'm perfect," you reassure him softly, your arms tightening around his shoulders as you melt into him. "Promise."
Zoro smiles, his face filled with gentle adoration as he gazes at you in a half-lidded, loving daze. Harmoniously you both begin to move, Zoro's strong hands guiding your hips, helping you find a slow, sensual rhythm. Each roll of your bodies brings a new wave of pleasure, your slick heat gripping him like a velvet glove.
In the union of your bodies, time seems to stand still. Each gentle thrust and sensual grind is a proof of the profound connection you share, a silent affirmation of the love that binds you. Zoro's soft touches and hushed praises fill the air, his actions speaking volumes of the reverence he holds for you.
The slow rhythm continues, each thrust bringing you closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. Zoro's movements gradually become more urgent and more primal. He pants into your neck, groaning and exhaling as his effort against your slick walls intensifies, driving you wild with desire. The haze of bliss leaves you dizzy, and you surrender yourself completely to him.
With a sudden shift, Zoro leans forward, his muscular arms encircling your waist as he takes control of the tempo to effortlessly bounce you on his cock. His deep thrusts send waves of pleasure surging through your core, your body instinctively pressing against him.
The way he possesses you is both thrilling and overwhelming. Each deep buck of his hips sends you spiraling, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through you. Zoro's grip on your waist tightens, holding you steady as he drives into you with increasing fervor, his hips slapping against yours in a quick rhythm.
As the maelstrom of pleasure builds, you can only cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you surrender yourself completely to ecstasy. He’s rutting against that secret spot deep within you now, sending shockwaves of white-hot, rhythmic tingles to radiate through your entire being.
The relentless stimulation is driving you to the brink of madness, your mind clouded with nothing but the overwhelming ardor left to consume you. Your cries of ecstasy mingle with Zoro's name as the pressure builds to an unbearable crescendo.
Stars burst behind your eyelids as he pounds into you relentlessly, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine. Just as you teeter on the brink of oblivion, Zoro squeezes you tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as if he's afraid to let go. With a few final, intense thrusts, he sends you hurtling over the edge into madness.
Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, waves of pure ecstasy washing away any semblance of coherence. You scream Zoro's name like a prayer, your cries raw and ragged as the pleasure consumes you utterly. The rhythmic clenching of your inner muscles around his throbbing shaft drives him wild, his hips pistoning frantically as he chases his own release.
"Gonna—fuck—," he growls, his words strained with the effort to hold back. "—gonna fill you up so fucking much.”
And with a guttural groan, Zoro buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he erupts deep within your fluttering depths. Wave after wave of his hot seed floods your channel, marking you as his, claiming you utterly. His hips jerk erratically as he rides out the intense pleasure, crazed in the sensation of your pussy milking him dry.
As the last spurts of his release subside, you collapse against him, face burying in the crook of his neck. Your ragged breaths mingle with his while your hearts pound in sync.
In the aftermath of your shared climax, Zoro gently pulls back, his gaze seems transfixed with a mixture of devotion and vulnerability. He guides you to sit flush against his chest, his strong arms encircling you protectively. Reaching for the blanket that had fallen askew during your passionate lovemaking, he re-wraps it snugly around your entwined bodies before letting his hands trail up and down your back in soothing circles.
He exhales softly, the silence lingering between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts. "I..." His voice falters, rough and uncertain, as though the feelings inside him are too complex to put into the right form. Rather than finishing, he pulls you closer, his face burying into your hair, his arms tightening around you—a quiet confession in the way he holds you.
A soft, contented laugh escapes you as you curl into him, warmth flooding your chest. "Mhm," you murmur in reply, a gentle smile tugging at your lips as you move to nuzzle into him.
The night wraps around you both, the steady rhythm of your breathing filling the silence. Zoro holds you close, the comforting weight of his body grounding you, and in this moment, everything beyond feels distant, unimportant. The warmth between you lingers, a quiet understanding that needs no words to be felt.
His hand moves gently across your back, tracing soft circles, and you sink deeper into him, the steady beat of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. There’s peace here, in his arms, where the world falls away, leaving only the two of you.
In this moment, everything is right—just the two of you, enveloped in the stillness of the night, and nothing else matters.
#zoro smut#one piece smut#zoro x reader#one piece x reader#roronoa zoro smut#roronoa zoro x reader#zoro fluff#x reader
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