#black clad swordsman

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霹靂 Pili · 黑衣劍少 Black Prince / Black Clad Swordsman

霹靂圖騰 Pili: Totem | 霹靂異數之龍圖霸業 Pili Anomalous: The Dragon Domination | 霹靂封靈島 Pili: Sealed Spirits Island | 霹靂兵燹 Pili: Military Conflagration

[comradeghosty]

Would My Lady Like to Dance? (NSFW)

NSFW Zoro x reader fic

Summary:

You are on a secret mission with some of the Strawhats to get some important documents. Things go awry and you find yourself hiding with Zoro.

Tags: nsfw, jealous Zoro, PWP, rough sex, light BDSM themes, hair pulling, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise, possessive behavior, biting, a bit of blood, regency/ballroom attire

!!! 18+ !!!

I also posted it on AO3

The mission was simple enough: infiltrate the ball, find the documents, and get out. For some reason Nami needed these Grandline maps and you were definitely not about to argue with her. The plan was for you to dress up and pretend like you were a guest. Everybody had their own separate role to fill, so you split up into teams to prepare yourselves. Since you were dressing up as a guest, you worked with Nami to get a costume and go over all of the correct proceedings so you wouldn’t stand out. By the time you were done, you were a proper lady. All of you had to arrive separately to not arouse suspicion, so when you got to the ball, you tried to look around inconspicuously to find your crew.

The first person you saw was Robin. She was dressed plainly and playing the violin in the live orchestra. You saw Sanji running food from the kitchen, and Luffy dressed in a little chauffeur outfit taking peoples coats. He just was kind of tossing them into the coat closet in a pile and it made you chuckle. Your eyes scanned the ballroom, taking in all of the people dressed fancily. The last person you were expecting to see was Zoro since everybody else was staying on the ship in case a hasty exit was needed. Nervously, you smoothed your dress. It was light green silk that had a high waist and small bust. The fabric draped loosely down your legs and it bunched in small puffs over your shoulders. Elbow length gloves hid your calloused hands.

You took in your surroundings, people danced with their partners and chatted amongst the edges of the dance floor. The room was large and you noted faces of important people that you might need to talk with during the night, specifically looking and catching the eyes of the host, who began to wander in your direction. With a coy wave of your fan and a bashful look, you began your job for the night. 

As you talked with the host, you acted curious about him, in a way that made him feel intelligent and impressive. Men always revealed more when they bragged about themselves. Slowly, you started to catalog more and more information about him, feeling confident that he had the documents you needed stored away somewhere in his estate. You egged him on, about to request a personal tour of the mansion, when you were rudely distracted. If you were not so entranced, you would’ve been pissed at him for distracting you. 

Over the host's shoulder, a vision of a certain green haired man appeared. However, it was not the sweaty and crass swordsman you knew. He was a gentleman, draped in this beautiful white fabric with billowing sleeves that hid his muscles. The cravat accentuated the sharpness of his jawline, and his slick backed hair made his gaze more piercing than usual. He wore a pair of pants that hugged his slim waist, two columns of gold buttons fastening them. The metal of the buttons complimented the gold jewelry that hung from his ear. His hands were clad in black leather gloves, which he seemed to be adjusting a bit nervously. 

You were snapped from your trance by the host touching your arm, gently but insistent. He asked if you were alright, to which you nodded evenly and excused yourself, promising to find him a bit later. 

As you approached the swordsman, a startled look crossed his face for a moment before he corrected his expression. His eye roved down your body, registering your attire. You smiled, touching his arm briefly before curtsying. “Don’t worry, Zoro. We are allowed to interact here,” you reassured him, assuming his expression was anxiety about being recognized. 

He bowed deeply, one arm pressed against his torso and the other placed against the small of his back. Before he raised his body, his head peeked up to look at you. “I’m not worried about it, my lady,” he teased. His eye crinkled slightly, a wide smile stretching across his face. You felt yourself blush at his expression, unsure of whether he was making fun of you or was impressed by you. His teeth seemed to shine as he offered you a hand, which you took gracefully. Zoro pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, still smiling up at you. “Would my lady like to dance?”

God, what was going on? Of course, you had always noticed that Zoro was handsome. Who wouldn’t? But seeing him like this, all poised and dressed up, made you feel flustered. You could feel the blush on your cheeks as you nodded dumbly at him. If he could have smiled wider, he would have.

In a swift motion, his hand had gripped yours and you felt the other one on your waist. Zoro was suddenly very near, pressing your bodies against each other as he swept you up in a dance that led you to the ballroom floor. His swept back hair revealed the handsome planes of his face. Somehow, his features looked more intense than usual as you stared up at him. His face was twisted in a smirk, as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“So the swordsman cleans up nicely, huh?”

Your hand tightened slightly on his shoulder, but you gave him a carefree smile. “Evidently so, you look very handsome tonight,” you praised. The compliment made Zoro quirk an eyebrow, hiding his smile out of your sight. He smelled incredible, which struck you as odd. The usual musky sweat, booze, and steel scent that cloyed to the swordsman was replaced by a leathery, sandalwood, citrusy smell. There were still remnants of booze, which most likely just leaked from Zoro’s pores.  

“I didn’t know you could dance, Zoro,” you teased.

The swordsman chuckled, spinning you expertly. Somehow you ended up closer to him, if that was even possible the way he pressed your bodies together. “Robin taught me, and dressed me, and put this perfume stuff on me… I’m guessing she did a good job then?” Zoro’s brow quirked at the inquiry. You nodded your head, blushing and hiding your face against his shoulder.

“Tsk, look at me. It’s not lady-like to hide your face,” he murmured in your ear. When you looked up, his eye gleamed with mischief. “You look lovely tonight as well.”

This time, you couldn’t hide your blush. Butterflies blossomed in your stomach at the compliment, and you were speechless for the first time all night. The music ended, signaling that your dance was over. “Get back to your task. Be safe, please.” Zoro whispered into your hair, and your breath caught in your throat. He pulled away from you, bowing again and kissing your gloved hand, before dismissing himself to roam the ballroom once more.

~

The crisp night air cooled your skin as you stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. In order to find the papers, you had agreed to meet the host in his study. You walked to the railing, crossing your arms and resting against it. Stars sparkled in the sky and the scent of pine was in the air. You thought about what you were going to do when meeting with the host. A few moments seemed to pass before a clearing of a throat made you startle. You quickly looked over and found the green haired swordsman staring at you intensely.

“Oh, Zoro, it's just you,” you breathed. A hand rested on your chest from being startled, and you missed the way Zoro’s eye quickly flitted down to your breast and back up. “I’m glad you’re here. I think I can get the papers soon.”

Zoro’s brow quirked up, his eye studying your face intently. It was clear he was waiting for you to finish explaining. You shuffle a little, a bit awkward but confident in your plan. As if Zoro could sense your nervousness, he looked out at the expanse of forest beyond the estate.

“He’s asked me to meet him in his study,” you stated plainly. Your cheeks burned a bit red at the potential implications of the host’s request. 

“Yeah, okay. Just don’t do anything stupid,” he muttered.

Your eyes flitted away from him, face red. A noise resembling a scoff escaped your lips rather clumsily. “Stupid? Please. I am very smart, the sneakiest one in our crew, actually. Thanks for the vote of confidence though,” you said flatly, rolling your eyes at the swordsman. 

“I… okay. Whatever,” Zoro dismissed you, slightly turning away from you.

“What?” you demanded him to say what he was going to say.

“Just…” he sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You breathed out fast, frustrated by his vagueness. One of your hands gripped his firm bicep, prompting him to look at you. “Zoro, then what do you mean? I don't understand.”

The green haired man looked at you, his eye dark and stern. Fierce energy radiated off of him. “God, woman. You’re going to make me say it out loud? I… Just…. Don't do something he forces you to do. Call for me, and I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he grit out. Both of his hands were clenched in fists by his side, silently getting worked up.

“Oh… Oh. Well,” you snorted, a short laugh as you realized what he was so worried about. “Honestly, if it means that we can get the documents and get out of here, I don’t mind doing it. They’re kind of extremely important, y’know?”

You had never seen Zoro move so quickly, turning to face you in a split second. His eye glared at you, wide and intense. You could see the muscles in his jaw work as he ground his teeth together. It was as if his whole body was on high alert, and you blushed at his intensity. His mouth opened for a second, as if he was going to say something, but he closed it, jaw clenching again. You saw Zoro’s shoulders drop, his muscles relaxing slightly. His lip turned out in a small pout.

“Hmph… I… hmph. Just, call me if you feel like you’re in danger, okay?” You watched as he spun around, quickly hurrying away from the balcony. His shoes clacked on the stone and his white shirt flowed in the wind. You felt your stomach flutter watching him leave.

For a moment, you stood silently and stared out at the pine forest. Zoro’s reaction was hard to decipher, as much as you tried to understand it. Briefly, you wondered if he was jealous, but you brushed it aside. No way. As you made your way to the host’s study, nervousness rested heavily in your chest. Wanting to maintain your confident air, you straightened your shoulders and stood tall, steeling yourself for this interaction. You knocked on the study door and entered, unknowing of the swordsman lurking around the corner. 

~

About 30 minutes later, you emerge alone from the room. You habitually straightened your appearance since you were about to join the company again, which was not missed by Zoro who lingered nearby. He waited around the corner, not wanting to be seen accosting you, but knowing you’d run into him on your way back to the ballroom. As you turned the corner, found yourself face to face with the swordsman, jumping a little from the fright. 

“Oh! Zoro, you scared me,” you murmured, being startled by him for the second time this night. Zoro’s hand found the small of your back, ushering you in the direction of the crowd.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his mouth downturned and expression severe. “Come on. Did you get the maps?” Your heels clicked in tandem with his black boots on the floor. 

“Yes,” you nodded, eyes straying to look at his expression.

Zoro only hummed to acknowledge you, offering you his arm before entering the dance hall. For a moment, both of you stood there staring at each other. There was an indiscernible expression in Zoro’s eye. You couldn’t tell if he was angry, thinking, planning… he revealed nothing. 

You took his arm and followed his lead into the ballroom before parting ways. The intention was to split up and inform the crew about the completion of the mission. Weaving your way through the audience, you made contact with Robin before going to find Luffy. Zoro had made his way to find Sanji in the kitchen before reappearing. You searched around the ballroom for Luffy, unable to see his messy dark hair and bright smile, and worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion and clatter from the room adjacent to the one you were in. Your body froze, knowing that you were about to have to make a quick getaway, when you heard gunshots echoing through the halls. Just before you were about to make a decision, you made eye contact with Zoro from across the room. It’s as if your body moved on its own, sprinting towards him and grabbing his hand as he dragged you behind him to safety. If it hadn’t been for your panicked brain, you would’ve realized that Zoro was only going to get you guys lost, but you didn’t even consider it. Before long, you realized you didn’t recognize your surroundings anymore. You could still hear fighting, so you decided to duck into the first closet you saw to wait out the clamor. The abrupt stop and yank of Zoro into the closet had him off balance, and you couldn’t stop either of you before landing in a heap on some jackets. He reached behind him and slammed the door, and you winced knowing it would probably alert somebody of your presence in the area. You took stock of your situation, knowing that Luffy probably got you into said situation, and that people were probably scattering. You realized that you probably had to stay in the closet for a little while, with Zoro. Oh god, Zoro who currently had you pinned beneath him. 

You looked up, right into a piercingly dark eye that seemed to be taking you apart as you lay under him. Both your breathing and heartbeat increased, and you were suddenly very aware of the proximity to him. His eye roamed down your face, pausing for a second on your lips before traveling further. You felt it rake over your neck, lingering for a second before gazing unashamedly at your breasts. The dress you were wearing could be called revealing, showing lots of cleavage and giving the illusion that they were barely contained. You blushed as you felt him staring. 

“Z- Zoro?” You stammered out, “did you hit your head? You seem dazed.”

“No,” he replied. His voice was firm, confident, and it made you shiver. You watched his brows furrow slightly and his jaw clench.

You took a deep breath and tried once more. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head when we fell in here?” As your hand came up to check for any head wounds, it was stopped quickly when a large hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

“No.” And this time you could tell he’s irritated. You swallowed thickly, nervous and shaking a little. The way he loomed over you made you feel like a prey animal, his demeanor dangerous in the same way he acts when he is facing down an enemy.

“Ah, Zor-”

“Shut. Up. Don’t fucking speak,” he grit out. He kept staring, unblinking, at your chest. You felt yourself start to shake, mind racing through all of the reasons he might be angry with you.

“Does it feel good? Huh?” Zoro snapped at you, his voice quiet and clipped. Your brows furrowed up at him, unsure to speak or be silent. The closet was way too small for the two of you right now, his energy emanating from him like flames. Zoro and you had always gotten along pretty well, often training together and napping together. He never used that tone of voice with you before. “Don’t play dumb with me, woman.” 

Zoro trapped you underneath him, his knees pinning the skirt of your dress. “You like playing dress up? Huh? You like when they look?” 

“Zoro, I-” 

You were cut off again, a gloved hand pressing into your cheeks. “Don’t. Talk,” he enunciated each word with a squeeze of his hand. “I saw you flirting with that man, giving him a show. He was fucking you with his eyes in the middle of that ballroom, and you were encouraging it. You like that? You want him?”

Desperately, you shook your head no. Your eyes were wide, trying to decipher his reaction. There was a certain hesitation in his actions, like he was trying to hold himself back. His shoulders and chest were tense, his jaw clenched and his breathing quick. 

For a moment, both of you just stare at each other, unsure what to do next before suddenly your mouths are crashing together. Zoro kissed with a desperation you’ve never felt before, like he’s trying to consume you. Both of your teeth clashed together, his tongue licking into your mouth. At that moment, everything was Zoro. His smell, his sounds, his touch, it changed you, like you've never been intimate with another person. The passion was a completely different caliber than you’ve ever felt before. Small whines and moans left your lips as Zoro kissed you, feeling completely at his mercy the way he pinned you beneath him.

“Ah, Zoro,” you whined as you felt his teeth scrape along your jawline.

Zoro pulled away from you, looking down at you. He scoffed, his brows furrowed. “Look at you. Listen to you. Fuck, in that fancy ass dress, wearing those ridiculous heels.” Embarrassment washed over your body, heating your skin from your cheeks down your chest. You felt yourself look away from Zoro’s gaze before his hand gripped your chin harshly. Zoro forced you to meet his eye again, his teeth bared. “As if you’re not the filthiest in the room, woman. Pretending you’re a lady, waving that stupid fan.” 

You felt Zoro’s hand move down your arm from where he was gripping your wrist, skimming over your peaked nipples, finding its place at your waist and squeezing. His smile was wicked, one side of his mouth curled up as he groped your body. The other hand found itself squeezing one of your breasts, thumb brushing over your nipple. A gasp escaped your lips as he touched you. “You like that, my lady?” He sneered, sarcastically and coldly.

“Zoro… please..” you whined.

“Zoro? Ha, I’m a gentleman, so I go by sir, remember?” He harshly pinched your nipple through your dress, eliciting a loud moan from you. One of his hands quickly clapped over your mouth, and Zoro tutted at you. “Ah ah, somebody might find us here, like this. Unless you want somebody to find us,” he teased. Zoro leaned down close to your ear, his lips brushing over your lobe. “Don’t let them hear. Those noises are only for me.” 

The top of your dress was yanked down harshly, and you heard the silken fabric tear. Before you could protest, his hands squeezed your breasts hard, pinching them in a way you know will leave a bruise. One of your hands came up to stifle your moans, your eyes watching him as he pinched your nipples harshly. 

“That dress was so fucking tight, your tits were spilling out,” he grit out. Zoro’s calloused hands played with your chest, pulling the skin between his index finger and thumb. “Couldn’t take my eyes off them all night… fuck.” His voice was breathy, needy as he touched you. A slicked strand of his hair fell from where it was stuck, the green hairs draping over his flushed face. His brow was furrowed in concentration, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

“S- sir,” you whined, one of your hands moving to touch his arm. A small sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He gasped heavily as he ducked his head to your chest, burying it between your breasts.

Zoro’s mouth was hot and needy on you, licking and sucking the soft skin. He whined quietly against your skin as he sucked dark marks into your breast, not worrying about if they would be visible tomorrow or not. 

He began to bunch your skirt up around your hips, his knuckles grazing your bare thighs. You ground your teeth to keep yourself from whining when suddenly his mouth left your breast with a wet pop. It was filthy, the way his mouth was red and swollen from kissing and sucking you, the small string of spit that dripped from his bottom lip, his mussed up hair. The last thing you saw before he ducked under your skirt was a deadly smirk that shot arousal straight to your core.

You groaned and threw your head back when his hands gripped your thighs. Zoro licked a long, wet stripe up the inside of your leg before biting down on your inner thigh. He bit down hard, possessive, like he wanted his teeth marks to be a permanent scar in your skin. A moan escaped your mouth, and you could feel yourself blushing as wetness pooled between your legs. The delicate skin of your inner thighs was already bruising under his grip, and you felt Zoro smile against you. There was something about how easily your body responded to him that brought out something sadistic in him. 

Bright hickies bloomed on your thighs as his mouth and hands roamed the soft skin. Every once in a while, they would brush against your panties, making you whine. The way Zoro took his time had you desperate and needy for him. Your body started relaxing as he kissed you, his nose every so often brushing over the wet spot in your panties. The swordsman gripped your legs, keeping them from shaking, before biting down especially hard on the meat of your thigh. It broke skin, the intensity of which he bit you, and you could feel his tongue laving over the marks. You cried out before clapping a hand over your mouth, face flushed and chest heaving. The swordsman relished in your cries, suckling the spot he had broken skin. He moved to the other thigh, sucking dark marks all over. His mouth was so close to your core, that you could feel his warm breath fanning over your clothed cunt. 

You were broken out of the moment by loud footsteps outside the closet door. The breath caught in your throat and your heart skyrocketed. Getting caught with Zoro at all was not good, but getting caught like this was a nightmare scenario. You tapped on Zoro through the silk of your dress to stop and come out. His head peaked out from your thighs, and for a moment he turned away from you to grab something. Zoro returned to you, his head coming up next to your ear with a low chuckle. His gloved hand gripped your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth before your fan was shoved between your teeth, like a horse with a bit in its mouth. “Don’t make a fucking noise, unless you want to get caught,” he whispered to you, his smile devious. The swordsman licked against your neck before disappearing again under your skirt.

He brushed against the damp spot on your panties as he smirked into your thigh. You could feel how red your face was, equal parts turned on and terrified of somebody hearing you and opening the closet door. Both of your hands gripped your skirt and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, trying to focus and not make a sound. Your teeth ground down against the wooden fan between your jaws. Zoro knew how to tease you, how to coax sweet sounds from you, and he wasn’t holding back his efforts.

One of his fingers pushed aside your panties, and you felt him blow a stream of cold air against your core. You grit your teeth and cursed him in your head as you clenched down around nothing. A shiver wracked your body, and Zoro chuckled lowly between your thighs. He just barely skimmed his gloved index finger against your slit, causing your toes to curl. You felt him hum against you, his tongue licking your thigh as he slowly pressed the finger into you. It started slowly, gently pumping in and out as you tried not to give away your presence. 

You jumped when you suddenly felt Zoro’s tongue on your cunt, licking up from where his finger entered you to your clit. He licked against you, flattening his tongue against your lips in lazy strokes. The tip of his tongue flicked your clit every time he reached the top of your slit, building pleasure in your body. It radiated through you in waves as you tried to contain your voice. The steps outside seemed to pace as if they were searching the area. Your hand clutched your mouth, over the fan even, eyebrows drawn tight in desperation. Zoro’s finger curled in your cunt, pressing against the spongy wall and causing your mouth to open briefly and almost drop the fan. Your hands gripped your silken dress, pleasure wracking your body.

Zoro ate you like a starved man, sloppy and needy. You could feel the mix of his spit and your drooling cunt run down your ass, and you flushed with how filthy you felt. Heat nestled in your core and you felt your orgasm building every time Zoro brushed against your clit. Close, so so close, you cried in your head. Gritting your teeth, you resisted the urge to beg for him to keep going, keeping yourself from making noise. Tears slid down your cheeks as you came, throwing your head back in a silent cry. Zoro smirked against you as he felt you clench down around his finger, fucking you through your orgasm to the point of overstimulating you. He never let up, even after your orgasm had finished and you were squirming from the intense sensation.

As if Zoro had been listening for the person outside the door, as soon as their footsteps drew away from the closet, he bit down on your thigh hard again. At the same time, he added a second finger and fucked them into you with more intensity. There was no reprieve from him, he wanted to fuck you stupid. The fan fell from your mouth as your mouth dropped open. A deep moan escaped your lips at the dual sensations of pleasure and pain, as the green haired man licked the bite. 

Zoro drew back from your legs, looking at you intensely. The absolute feral look in his eye made your stomach churn with something primal. He smiled, his sharp canines gleaming dangerously with a bit of your blood. A pink tongue quickly swiped over them, cleaning his teeth with a deep groan. You watched his gloved hand come up to his mouth as he bit down on one of the fingers, yanking the glove off. “Wanna feel you bare,” he stated evenly, pulling the other glove off as well. 

One of his hands came up to grip the back of your neck, slamming you into a bruising kiss. The other of his hands roamed your body, finding a place on your breast to fondle you greedily. He pinched your nipple and massaged you tightly, breaking off the kiss to breathe. Zoro’s forehead rested against your neck, and you could feel him whine softly against you. You pressed your leg up between his thighs, feeling his hard cock against you. Slowly and languidly, he rutted against you. He whined and panted as he thrusted against your leg, growing more needy and desperate by the minute. Both of his brows pinched together and a bead of sweat gathered near his temple. 

Suddenly, he bit down on your neck, sucking a dark mark under your ear. His thrusts became more desperate, a growl escaping his throat. Zoro pulled back, his hands coming down to your hips.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait,” he bit out, his hands grabbing at your panties and tearing the silk fabric. Zoro was impatient, desperate at this point. He grabbed the waist on his own pants, not bothering to unbutton the two rows of golden buttons. One quick yank sent buttons flying around the closet, clattering against the walls. His chest heaved with want, his hands quick to free himself from his pants. Zoro rested back on his feet, pumping his cock with a groan as he looked down at you. His eye was dark, almost glazed over with want.

With one hand, he gripped your waist, hard and bruising. Using the other, he lined himself up with your hole. He barely gave you any time to breathe before bullying his cock into your cunt, sinking deep into you in a fluid motion. A cry escaped your lips as your back arched, your jaw open and gasping. His cock was large, girthy and long, and it stretched you so well. Your body clenched down hard around him, causing him to shudder and grit his teeth. Zoro breathed out slowly, bending down and resting his hands on either side of your head. 

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, thrusting shallowly inside you. His teeth skimmed your jawline as he lowered himself onto his elbows, your chests pressing together. It felt to you like he was taking up every sense, as if he was all you could experience in this moment. Nothing outside of this closet even existed to you anymore. He bit down on your neck, at the spot where it joins with your shoulder, and you moaned loudly.

“Aah, Zoro, feels good,” you mumble out, your mind dazed from the mix of pain and pleasure his mouth gave you. 

He thrusted into you with a hard and punctuating rhythm, emphasizing his words. “Haa, yeah? Better,” thrust “than that no good,” thrust “stuck up,” thrust “host?” 

“Wh- what?” You whined when his hands tangled in the back of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. His brows were furrowed. 

“Say it,” he growled, glaring down at you. Your breath caught in a strangled sound when he thrusted deep into you, holding himself there. The head of his cock was bruising against your cervix, and you squirmed with the mix of sensations. It was overstimulating, and you whimpered under him. 

“Zoro, sir, move. Please,” you begged. Tears sprung to your eyes as you tried to move against him. One of his hands flew to your waist, gripping it firmly and holding you still. You cursed him silently for being so strong. 

“I’m not moving until you say it.”

“Say what?,” you cried, your eyes searching his face wildly. His jaw clenched in irritation.

“Say that I fuck you better than he ever could,” he ordered. Zoro’s chest heaved with his breath, you could tell he was barely containing himself. His bicep flexed and you felt his grip tighten on your waist.

“God, yes. You fuck me better than he ever could, you feel so amazing. Please fuck me, please,” you begged, desperation dripping from your cries.

A predatory grin spread across his face with your words, his eye crinkling with pleasure. “That’s my girl,” he praised, lips ghosting across your cheek. Zoro pressed his lips against yours and rose up, grabbing your waist with both hands and dragging his cock out of you slowly. As you looked up at him, you shuddered at the fierceness of his expression. 

His thumbs brushed against your skin before slamming you down on his cock with abandon, thrusting into you repeatedly. Zoro watched as your tits bounced, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he concentrated. Your hands clenched the fabric under you as he fucked you hard, and you watched as his blouse rode up as he moved, his abs flexing with each thrust. 

You cried for him, his cock battering your poor cunt. His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you up roughly to slam his mouth against yours. He kissed you insistently as he fucked you, before removing himself and turning you over onto your stomach. Your dress piled around you as he dragged it up, exposing your ass to him. He gripped one of your asscheeks in his hand, pinching hard. The hand dipped under your abdomen to pull you onto your knees, and he sheathed himself back in you. The new angle was world shattering, every thrust bumping deep inside you, causing your legs to shake and breath to catch. 

Zoro’s hand gripped your hair, dragging your back to his chest. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, breaking the skin as he thrusted into you from behind. You felt him as he licked the bite mark, moaning as your blood stained his tongue. He was relentless, slamming into you over and over. At the same time, his voice was like honey as he moaned into your ear.

“That’s fucking right,” he grunted. “You take me so well.” Nobody had ever fucked you so well before, pleasure spiking through your body. He fucked you like he knew you could take it, like a bit of roughness wouldn’t break you. Pain blossomed through your ass as he smacked it harshly, causing your cunt to clench down. “Nobody can fuck you like this,” he promised. “Only me.” 

You mumbled incoherently, the feelings of pleasure and need causing you to feel brainless and light. Zoro’s hand pressed you into the pile of coats underneath you, his hand on the back of your head. The pressure you felt from his hand was so good, rendering you immobile. The other hand on your waist pulled you back into him as he fucked you. You felt yourself drooling into the fabric under you, drunk on the pleasure. Everything was Zoro, from the feeling of his hands on you and the way his cock dragged in your cunt, to his leathery perfume, to the sounds of his groaning and skin slapping together.

The pleasure built in you again with each thrust, and you trembled with overexertion and overstimulation. Zoro’s hand moved from your head to snake past your waist to your clit. Never once did his thrusts let up, his endurance endless. Small, quick circles were rubbed on your clit with his first two fingers. 

“Zoro please, please please, fuck,” you mumbled, pleasure reaching deeply into your fingers and toes. 

“Let go, cum around my cock. Wanna feel you,” he mumbled out. His voice was less demanding now, more needy. The swordsman rubbed your clit insistently, and your orgasm hit you gradually, washing through you in hot waves of pleasure. You moaned as you came, feeling your body weaken like jelly.

Zoro fucked you through your second orgasm, his thrusts hard and erratic. He held you up, both hands on your waist. You could hear his breath stuttering, his voice tight and strained. “Haa… Gonna… Cum in you… Make you mine…” he grit out, leaning forward to kiss and bite at your shoulders. 

You cried out as his teeth sank into your flesh, Zoro groaning loudly. His cock slammed as far in your cunt as it could go, emptying himself into you as he came. The man licked at the bite mark and he mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder blades. He pulled out of you, and you whimpered at the loss of fullness. 

For a moment, you didn’t move and neither did Zoro, watching his cum dribble out of your cunt with a smirk. You heard him hum, before feeling his hands flip you over to look at him. He looked at your messed up hair and smudged makeup, also noting the tear in the bodice of your dress before snorting. “Oops,” he laughed, obviously sarcastic. You were so fucked out that you didn’t even care how much of a mess you two looked, seeing his appearance sort of mirroring your own. “C’mere.”

Zoro gathered you up to him, kissing your hair and smiling affectionately. It was too late to go back now, not that you’d want anything to be different. “Now, I just gotta figure out how to get my girl outta here safely,” he chuckled.

[weirdsht]

Disillusioned Bonus 1 . Operation Reflection

a/n: my finger is still healing so have this in the meantime huhu

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"...100 ships on the west. One ship contains more powerful people than the rest, but I'm not sure who exactly it holds."

The nobles watch as the mysterious hooded healer casually points out every enemy ship and the power each boat holds. This was the same healer supporting the black swordsman and Commander Cale Henituse.

"Hmmm, some foot soldiers are jumping off the ship and into the water. There are currently more than a thousand living soldiers struggling in the water. Ah of course the number of dead people outweighs those numbers. Be careful Commander Cale, some of them are pretending to be dead."

_____ is currently using a voice changer to hide their identity and a mage to deliver their message through telepathy for those far away. 

"We'll have other ways to take care of them so don't bother, just focus on finding the man controlling the wyverns earlier."

When _____ first sat barefoot at the ship's edge, most nobles thought the healer came to play around. Some nobles even had the guts to yell at them when Cale left. Despite that, the mysterious person didn't give them an ounce of attention. They merely continued kicking their bare feet in the water as if they came to frolic in it.

This angered some of the nobles even more. Just who was this person that dared ignore high status people such as themselves? Moreover, they can't take a peek at their face because they also wear a mask underneath the hood.

However, their anger dissipated once the healer clad in the hooded robe started speaking. Whether it was a friend or a foe, they seemed to know where everyone in the ocean was. Meanwhile, their soft and calm voice made it seem as though they were discussing the weather, not exactly fitting for a person giving out the coordinates of places that need to be obliterated.

"Please connect me to the one in charge of the east side."

_____ who mostly kept their gaze in the water only looked up to address the mage aiding them and the ships attacking.

"Attack to the left. No, not there push it left a bit more. Yes, that's it. Don't attack the right side, the power on that ship increased I think some of our people are there."

Even the slowest of nobles could now understand the role of the hooded person. They were there to act in everyone's eyes. They can accurately feel everyone even through all the fog and the chaos. It was another measure to help everyone not get lost.

"To the mages in charge of airstrikes, do not touch northwest areas 2, 6, 7, and 9. Otherwise, feel free to attack the water."

Everything continued like that for the entirety of the battle. The mysterious person didn't move except for the few times they kicked their feet and stretched their hands. Of course, no one had a way of knowing that whenever _____ stretched out their hands they were stealthily trying to harm enemy soldiers as well.

Well, almost no one could.

"Human! We were so busy earlier that I didn't tell you but this great and mighty being could feel kind _____'s power a few times in the water but they didn't seem to be healing anyone."

Cale felt confused at Raon's report. He had specifically instructed _____ to focus on using their ancient power and not heal anyone. He knows that the healer isn’t the type to disobey their orders. Moreover, _____ didn't disobey anything because they didn't heal anyone. But what could they be doing with their powers if they aren't healing people?

"Oh also! Those useless noble bastards were also talking bad about our _____ when you left. Some of them even had the nerve to directly yell at them. I wanted to smack them, but you told me to not do anything to those people for now so I didn't." If Cale didn't feel irritated at the nobles who only knew how to attach themselves to someone with power before, he's definitely pissed now.

[captainkurosolaire]

Father of Shadow

Grey skies of bone waste, dry uncertain humidity polluted the air, in a time stone of an oppressive era. When a peaceful Nation was under siege of a Garlean Empire was prominent conflict. Depleted soul's were torn from destruction brought upon them, not able to spark their rebel spirits. Hopelessness festered, longed, in the dark-void, absence reigned. Until those who dwell and thrive in night, answered. A Doman elegant-magpie, colored descended below gracefully upon a leather-glove, with a braille message-strung delicately for delivery, to who wields sharp steel and handles Black Miracles. It read two-words, stroked in Hingashi. "Unsheathe Shadow." The figure clad to black, descended below a tall cliff-side using a large-bright dragon-theme kite at the last daring moment, blocking a Magitek Armor with an Operator and fellow squadron leading a convoy of spoiled slavers, formerly settlers, farmers of the neighboring land, that'd know a harvest again. Feet-padded quietly a step in their pause. This mask-silhouette figure gave a small startle. Keen eyes of one Imperialist gave rise to a Eastern-forged scabbard blade, letting out a small-laugh from his throat, "Hey, Men! Seems we forgot one. Ki--" Cut off before the executive order, through a sleeved kunai punctured the throat. The specter of death, was swarmed instantaneous. Time felt frozen momentarily, when two-pursuers stepped in striking distance, before they were aware of the next breathe, they were struck down from a blinding quick unsheathe. A firm masculine gloved-hand grappled one of the defeated imperialist by their skull and used their cadaver as a shield-charge to block, a volley of ballistics sponged to the reload, swiftly, the assailant lunged his blade through the deceased into the reloading legionary, puncturing two-hearts. Crushing flail came swinging towards the assailant from behind, stern senses strengthened for obscured sight gave an acrobatic bending dodge, strands of raven hair's plucked grazing overhead, the swordsman withdrew his blade full of heated ichor, blinding the bruiser. Handicapped and shouting obscenities, he withdrew his chained-flail, the assailant vanished alongside the call-back, leaping carefully on returning weapon. Graciously leaping overhead. A swift-slice midair struck. Another head fell below removed from neck. Sudden commotion and pause made the prisoner's of war began up-roaring with renewed spirits, kicking at their confines. Magitek-Armored pilot took firing aim and unleashed a mini-gun of bullets at the shadow. The figure-glided with the wind, feline ear's rattling towards the preparing machinery coiling before assault, heel's building up wind, his blade let out a howling gust, rocketing him forth towards a hanging-tree, bullet's closely racketing behind. Fluid-movement, his free-arm locked onto a sturdy branch. He parted his blade-flat below his feet using it like a temporarily standing-board. Then unhooked from hip satchel a paper-scrolled bomb strung to another kunai, a fuse laid underneath the hilt like a switch, once launched and struck its target, it'd detonate. Ilm's from filling the assassin with swissed-holes, the weapon's arm of the machinery imploded and cracked pilot's glass windshield, the magitek armor fell off balance, exposed trying to regain control. His eye's-opened widely. Sole's directly above his small-layer between him, in the death-dealer who had catapulted and sprung himself with a feline leap. Shedding a last-gasp before expertly steel slid between the cracked- creases, and impaled him unable to evade demise. His skull ragged dolled forth bashing into the detonation button. Electrical in-balance was felt predicatively, the assassin leapt backwards, yet was unable to clear. Blocking with his arm's and blade, shrapnel of machinery projectiles dug into his flesh, boom sent the shadow careening below harshly.

Ember's surrounding him, scorched land and concussed with his hearing shrieking, distorted, his mask cracked. His body was tortured fashioned to these sensations. Adrenaline coursing inside him, nullifying the extent of his injuries, momentarily, he rolled instinctively feeling the heat near his feline tail. Despite being a deadly-weapon, expressionless, empty-nearly. He finished his task employed, by releasing the prisoner's door, they flooded out looking to find their rescuer but only a blood-trail remained mixed with all the other disarray. He had a date, with someone, that daringly made his sharpest blade, blunt. Even demolished like this, he wouldn't miss the intended target who'd forever alter his knowledge of Life. Using his blade-hilt as a cane to hold uprightness. In all or any; Darkness... There was somewhere a Light, to appreciate.

[Prev:Chapter]: ~ ♪"As Above, So Below"♪

[kumoofthemaken]

@cursedfortune the Hunter was never but one of a kind...

The evening chill of the forest only seemed to deepen as white boots descended upon the ground. Cape falling around his form softly as fresh snow as he materialized from the Mist, brought to the Outer World on the whim of his Weapon. It was not often that the Maken demanded he go to a specific place, but judging by the connection he shared with Black Wind, he would not be surprised if the Sword had just done his whole job for him.

Finding where his bonehead of a counterpart had been off to. A sliver of a smirk tugged at his hidden lips before fading as quickly as it had appeared. No doubt pleased with finally finding the planet the Wind had been skulking off to. It was most curious to consider that his notoriously workaholic brother-in-calling, too, had a place where he collected his thoughts and recuperated.

...Even if that did paint him quite the hypocrite. A mental note was made to tell him just that whenever they next met.

The swordsman walked in complete silence - or, rather, floated - as though he were more apparition than man. Clad in ethereal white, with skin nigh as pale as the light of the moon rising above. The forest was quiet as he was. Not even a birdcall nor the scuttle of wild animal through foliage, the sound of his own breath whistling, metallic, through the vents of his mask was his sole companion. And the sole physical thing that betrayed he was, in fact, yet living and not a mere ghost.

But a soundless place did not remain such forever. He could tell there was another in the vicinity. He could always tell.

"Hello." With a voice as gentle as the kiss of morning dew on leaves, the foreigner prince greeted the woman standing in the darkness. Jade eyes could scarcely see in the deep shadow, but they did not need to. "Are you from somewhere around these parts?"

[moussedoodles]

🎴🪷 | Of Lotuses and Spiderlillies: Chapter 3 Sneak Peek | 🪷🎴

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Rin blinked heavy eyelids open- which already seemed like a herculean task in and of itself. But things only seem to worsen when he's met with one of the worst of his recurring enemies: the damned, morning light.

A hiss made its way past gritted teeth as the halfling winced, bringing a hand over his squinted eyes. God, sometimes he wished he was still at home, stuck at the monastery where he couldn't care less about highschool and, instead, slept to his heart's content, only really waking around the early afternoon to help around and run errands around the small church or to cook, all for his family. He dropped out for good reasons damnit, and not having to deal with the sun's shit when he felt and reeked of death was one of them.

Wait– reeked?

Rin withdrew the arm slung over his face, recoiling briefly under the light before he decided- still bordering on the edge of sleep- to begrudgingly push through his initial exhaustion and propped himself up on his elbows, allowing his vision to gradually adjust and explore the surrounding room with lidded eyes.

The light that flooded through the windows by his bedside illuminates white walls with its gentle glow. It wasn't a large space by any means, but it made do with what it had, stretching into a narrow room that barely held any noticeable furniture save for the row of beds beside him and their accompanying bedside tables.

An infirmary, his brain helpfully supplied, as he blinked away the sleep from his eyes. Its layout was familiar enough to be recognised as one, though it was far simpler than True Cross’ own infirmary with its tiled floors and canopy beds. You wouldn't expect any less from one of the best highschools in Japan, especially when you've come to know its headmaster.

Still, despite the unfamiliar setting, Rin would much rather be taken care of here than to tend to himself on the forest floor after he had unceremoniously passed out.

Which… Yeah, that happened.

Rin sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as embarrassment crawled up his spine. He would have thought that, after all the things he had fought and seen since he had first awakened his powers, since he had first chosen to be an exorcist following the death of his father, he would pass out over something that's worth the toll– like being electrocuted again! But- no. As he sits here, atop the white sheets of his infirmary bed, Rin has to deal with the crippling shame of the fact that- not only did he pass out after exorcising the first and one of the easiest demonic entities he had ever encountered, but he had passed out shortly after the fact! And in some poor guy's arms no less!

...Fuck. He passed out in some poor guy's arms.

God, he must've looked like shit.

He Probably smelled even worse.

Rin's ears picked up the slightest creak, which pulled him from his post-sleep self loathing. His head turned towards the noise, and there, standing like a deer in headlights with a hand pressed against the wooden door, was a figure clad in dark fabrics from head to toe, including their head, which was wrapped in black coverings, its hem lined with white. Over their nose and mouth was a pale, paper-like mask, decorated by three dark streaks, which hid all but wide eyes as the stranger stared at the halfling, and he, in turn, stared back.

A silence stretched on for an uncomfortable while, but before Rin could manage his mouth open to speak, the stranger abruptly bent into a bow, startling the swordsman.

“I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!”

“Hey man, don't worry about it,” Rin said, the corners of his lips curled into a slight grin. “But uh, could you tell me whe–”

“I'll inform the estate girls that you're awake!”

“Who–”

“And I'll get you food! You must be starving!”

“Thanks but–”

“And a new uniform!” They interrupted, “We only managed to remove your blazer off of you, but you smelled awful!”

The halfling sputtered. “Th- That's not my fault!”

Rin’s brow twitched, and he could feel his face warm. Christ, who even is this guy? Before he could think to ask though, the black-clad figure sprinted off, leaving Rin atop his bed, staring at the empty doorway with a flush over his cheeks and a low hanging jaw, all while irritation and shame slowly simmered beneath his skin.

…He didn't smell that bad, did he?

The halfling groaned as he fell back onto his bed.

Damnit. Couldn't he have gotten even a single word in? Cause a clue on just where he's been transported to would be nice. Hell, maybe he'd even be able to find some cell service so he could send a text to his brother or get himself directions to the nearest train online. He can't imagine just how worried his friends are of him, and he could bet Yukio's got his panties in a twist right now too, worrying about where his dumbass of a brother disappeared to and just how much damage he had done in the few hours (days?) he had been gone for.

He'd find his brother's– hell, everyone’s paranoia annoying if it weren't so warranted. If he wasn't just as worried, just as afraid of what he could possibly do to everyone else as much as they are.

Rin sighed, and he succumbed to the weight of heavy eyelids. He finds no sleep, of course- not as if he even wanted to- and it's not just because he could vaguely see the warmth of the sun behind closed eyes, casting his vision into dark hues of red; or because he could still smell the faintest hint of decay that clung to his skin, leaving nothing but a memory of the nausea he had suffered through beforehand.

He's not getting better like this, no matter what Shura tells him.

Rin- despite… not being the smartest or most attentive student in True Cross- which was a tremendous understatement- wasn't a complete idiot either. No matter how many spirits he exorcises, how many books he had forced himself to read, classes he had to attend, candles he had fucking burn through– Rin feels as though he hasn't changed much- if at all from the teenager that first drew that accursed sword that one, mournful afternoon. He doesn't know when he first realised it, but after what he had seen from Angel, Shura herself or- hell! Even the other Pages in their cram school, he can't help but feel stagnant, his steps too sloppy, his dodges half-assed, his swordsmanship barely any better than careless swings of his arms.

Rin sucked in a shaky breath before he brought an equally trembling hand up to comb through his mess of dark hair.

He just has to… chip away at it. Slowly. He can't become the best exorcist in a matter of months. No one can, and Rin knows that. The same goes for any skill, afterall, like cooking.

Yet still, controlling his flames won't fix his shitty swordsmanship, and he can't keep relying on his demonic healing when he fucks up or gets hurt either. He realised that few months back when he saw that he was nothing like the protagonists from his manga, that he wasn't invincible, that- that he could get hurt.

And nothing could encapsulate that better than when he had been captured, crucified and shocked by his own grandfather.

Sometimes, even during the best of days, when night falls over True Cross town and Rin lays on his bed- much like he is now- with closed eyes as he waits for sleep, he could still feel it, lingering like a fading scar. It's nothing but a faint buzz now, but his body never forgot, the memory remaining fresh on his mind.

The scent of searing, burning flesh.

Nerves alighting as jolts of electricity spread through his vulnerable form.

Wave upon wave of agonising, excruciating pain.

All while spasming muscles, skin, bone– everything attempted to stitch himself back together, before he would be viciously torn apart.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Rin sucked in a shuddering breath, the hand that once combed through his dark hair now clutching the stained fabric of his button-up, as sharpened nails dug into the pale skin of his torso beneath.

Rin felt like he was burning.

… Shit! He is burning!

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Aaaand that's all I could give for now, I hope you like what I've given you all so far though! I wish I could've done more, but I just recently moved into a whole new country, so there's that- but, hey! More free time to write and draw!

This is the chapter where our boys will finally meet, and I can't wait to write their first interaction! I have so many ideas in store for them, but you guys would just have to wait for that ];)

[serpentenial]

???? ??????? Age: ?? (Looks to be in 30s) Birthday: ??? Blood type: ??? Weapon: Sword(+2 daggers)

A traveling swordsman clad in black that appeared in the village a few days ago. Speaking to no one, he has hidden himself in the room of the village inn, only leaving to watch the guilty get hanged. The people avoid him out of fear of his hollow gaze and the stench of soot and death that follows him. Strangest yet, the air around him seems to chill as he walks through it...

[authorg2003]

Hallo!! This is my first post. I hope you can enjoy this.

English is not my native language, so there will be a lot of wrong words. I'm also learning English, so I use this as a practice area. Maybe the grammar will be messy. Please understand~ thank you.

Zoro x Female Reader

"I am the path, the one who faithfully takes you home, to drink shade, into a house full of hope."

Fluffy!!! Zoro x You

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"He's lost again," Nami grumbled as the sun was almost setting and the Sunny Go should be able to sail even if it was only halfway to the next island. There was only one reason, the moss green haired swordsman didn't come back after shopping for groceries.

"I told you to just let me go to the market, Nami-chwan~" The man with the cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth turned towards Nami. Clad in a black suit made him quite charming if only his eyes didn't change into a love shape when he saw a woman. The ship's chef, Sanji.

"He'll be back soon. Don't worry." The other man said lightly. Appears calm in facing problems even though he doesn't seem to care.

One person who remains silent. Staring far into the forest in front of them, as if waiting for someone. Doesn't make a sound, doesn't even move. Managed to ward off the worry in her heart. It's you. Zoro's lover.

The sun completely set as the light began to fade but the figure of the swordsman never came.

"We'll look for him tomorrow, he'll be fine and probably taking shelter in the forest." Usopp approaches you who looks calm waiting for Zoro on the deck.

Everyone fell asleep soon after dinner. They didn't wait for Zoro not because they didn't care, on the contrary they really believed that the man would be fine. But you remain on deck, staring at the dark forest in front of your camp on the coast.

You direct a small laser into the depths of the lush forest. Not sure that would help, as it would probably just attract some predators from the forest. You shook the light in your hand. I don't know where the light reached in the dark forest.

You started to fall asleep while the laser was still on in your hand. Lean on the side of the deck with your feet tucked between the wooden railings. You don't know that the figure of the burly man everyone is waiting for has just arrived in front of Sunny Go. With two large black crackles filling both of his hands as he slowly climbed the rope to get to the deck.

His sharp eyes softened when he saw your sleeping figure on the side of the deck. As he approached you and crouched down beside you, brushing a few strands of hair away from your peaceful face.

"I'm home..." he whispered to your sleeping figure after waiting for him all day.

[ferhog]

People apparently debated back in the day who's the better villain between Kefka and Sephiroth, and while Kefka does honestly feel like the better written villain he is unfortunately held back by the fact that he isn't a black-clad, katakana-wielding swordsman named Sephiroth.

[shiroi---kumo]

( @ghostboy-291 would like to befriend the cloud ) ->

There are many oddities in this place. This world. It's not any sort of afterlife (he would know if he was there again), and yet this "Wonderland" has more ghosts than any other place he has ever visited. The boy has to wonder why it's called such a strange thing, but beyond that... He has other things to worry about. The warnings, mostly - things said by the scared townsfolk telling him to stay away from the White Devil. No rumors like that usually exist in full truth, and whatever or whoever the White Devil is... he is probably much better company than these people who drove him away and hate him. The eleven-year-old continues his awkward, hunched shamble alongside his friend, the little Mimikyu seeming content enough to help him search for this white mist everyone seems so afraid of. This Devil wasn't hard to find at all, if his assumption is correct. Sitting up in some tree, moonlight reflecting off of several brilliant crystal horns. He is white in every other aspect from what Allister can tell looking up at him, with the sword mentioned in some of those poems close by to boost confidence in his guess. He kneels to pick up the Mimikyu, debating whether to get the swordsman's attention or to wait for him to come down. His friend chooses for him, letting out a little series of chirps and 'kyu's to explain that answers will come easier from someone like this than someone in town. "... Mhm," he agrees. "You're... you're probably right..." Now the hard part. With a deep breath, he makes sure his mask is still on, totally obscuring his face. "I... Excuse me," he starts. "But..." How should he do this? The same way he usually does when he speaks to supposed demons. They've always turned out to be friends and they're usually just as scared as he is. "But... I um... I like your horns... Purple is... such a nice color. Um... my favorite." It's probably obvious, with how he is clad in purple from head to knee. His shoes and mask are white, of course, but his entire outfit otherwise is black and violet. It's common ground to build conversation off of, at least, if they both like purple. Anyone who gets cast out like this can surely do with having something nice said about them, and it's probably better if it seems genuine. If there's any sort of ghost or demon, Allister will be the one to befriend them. They are not bad. At worst, misguided... but usually just deeply misunderstood. A lot like himself. The living people are usually the cruel ones.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "I like your horns." Is not a sentence the Misterican hears often, moreover ever in a place like this. A compliment to the color and a head of snow and porcelain is turning to drop jade moons down on the source of the voice. A small child of dark hair and the oldest face - no if he had to wager a guess that was just a mask. Most likely for protection but a different kind than his own provided.

If he had to wager a guess, it was to scare away any who may attempt to harm the boy, all considering the look of it. Perhaps this boy thought him the otherworldly. The boy's small friend had referred to him as 'someone like this' so that meant he was separating from anyone else the boy could have met in the town just a ways down the road.

Perhaps he heard the rumors then? Perhaps the boy thought him a demon... If so then why would he approach. He couldn't say he wasn't curious.

So the swordsman is swinging his legs around so they can hang off the branch he's perched upon and his hands can come down to rest on it at his sides.

"That's quite kind of you, young one." He begins as jade continues peer down at the youth before him. "Do you require something? Are you lost? That's quite the mask you have. Marvelous construction. Do you wear it for a reason?"

Still the man of snow does not descend from his perch but instead remains merely looking down from his place within the branches and the moonlight casting from over his shoulders.

"Your small friend is right about what they said, young one. I am not like the others in town. Are you not afraid of me?"

[sealedsanctuary]

霹靂異數之龍圖霸業 Pili Anomalous: The Dragon Domination · 2001 - White Prince & Black Prince

"Did you really gave up the sword to learn the blade?"

"Who said I gave up the sword? Soon after I will let you know."

"I will wait."

[kazeofthemagun]

@shiroi---kumo asked the summoner:

He's sinking down behind him after the campsite for the night has been set up. There are fish on sticks set by the fire to roast as the night starts to settle all around them and the chill of the night air comes in to cling to exposed skin. White clad arms extend and wrap loosely around the Windarian's shoulders as the body of white moves up close behind his back.

"Kiitos Black Wind." He sounds. "For fetching dinner. I'm still no good at fishing. So really, I thank you for it. " And he's grinning as he softly tips his head to lean against a mess of red hair. For now he'll just linger in the moment.

Give the Hunter a Hug

Loose white fabric came to drape over a form of darkness, his Other's touch featherlight as always. Sometimes the Cloud truly did feel like just another ghost over his shoulder.

Kaze mumbled under his breath, a lazy 'mhmm' sinking into the black fabric that obscured his face. The scent of roasted fish drifted up from the bonfire, and he could feel his stomach grumble in anticipation of the meal. Damnation, he may be immortal but still did hunger plague the body of man and Beast alike. He wondered briefly what it would be like, to never again have to feed it.

Convenient? Sure. And yet, it was not something he was willing to simply give up. Perhaps he was growing too attached to a mortal's life. But then again, could a mortal really ever become a machine that neither needed nor wanted..?

He could save the philosophy for later. Now, he craved one thing and that thing was fish.

A calloused hand reached for two of the sticks, bringing one to his mouth and taking a large bite. The second was lifted up, stopping just short of the swordsman's nose.

"Foish..? Foish." He asked through a mouthful of meat, then immediately affirmed. Yes, foish.

Foish very good.

[chaos-smoothie]

As he watched the adventurer sheathed his sword and got down on one knee, the tiny dragon screeched a high-pitched scream. It could be a scream of either terror or rage. It was hard to tell, even for the little dragon. "Hey there, little buddy" The man spoke calmly, as he lifted the itty bitty dragon up by its tail. The dragon clung to its coin, screaming and flapping its wings. "I'm not gonna hurt you, lil dude."

The tiny creature was the same color as one would imagine the void, with four webbed wings that bore a starry pinprick pattern. It wasn't quite black, but it wasn't grey, or blue, or purple. There were hints of another color in it, but it was impossible to tell just from looking.

Filled with sudden determination, the creature decided it was time to be brave as it spat out a tiny pellet of glowing purple substance in a desperate attempt at retallation. The pellet didn't travel very far, and both the dragon and the adventurer watched in awkward silence as slowly drifted to the ground. As the little ball wilted the grass it made contact with, the adventurer tutted the dragon. "Now now, little dragon. Don't go around spitting up your little pellets like that, no need to be an eco terrorist." The dragon gave him a deadpan glare with it's cream yellow eyes, still clutching it's precious coin.

Deciding to take the dragon home, the iron-clad human opened up one of his thick leather pouches. The pouch was fireproof, specifically designed to carry any part of a slain greater dragon that still contained fire. The star-winged was no greater dragon, and while the adventurer wasn't sure what was in that purple pellet, he knew it certainly wasn't fire. "Oh well." The adventurer muttered. "it will have to do." The little creature seemed to realize what was happening, and it started to flail about as the adventurer dropped it into the little bag.

"You're coming with me now, little dragon." The adventurer commented, seemingly unbothered by the angry failings of the little beast. From the dragon's perspective, the dry, cool darkness was the closest thing to home it had seen since it first set foot upon this land of humans. All the dragons around here were big and scary, and all the humans were stupid enough to take them on. Some of them even won. This was all very new to the tiny dragon.

At some point, the adventurer must have decided that it was enough for one day, and took a wagon home. Lulled to sleep by the ride, the Creature was awoken when the pouch he was in was dropped somewhere. He heard a door close, and assumed they had arrived at whatever destination they were headed to. Still clinging to the coin, the dragon decided to sooth it's nerves by licking it. It's saliva dissolved the corroded material, and while the coin was gradually getting smaller, it was very shiny.

"Little dragon!" The swordsman exclaimed. The creature noticed he was no longer armored. Hunching over his coin, the creature hissed in an unknown language "How dare you not perceive me as a threat." The adventurer looked amused. "that certainly doesn't sound like draconic." The creature barked out a reply, bearing no understanding of human language."I am the greatest creature you will ever face!" To prove this point, it inhaled deeply, it's belly glowing purple. "no no no, little creature." The adventurer said as he picked up the dragon in one hand and pointed it outside. "No shooting pellets in the house." The creature coughed up a slightly larger pellet of energy that traveled a little bit further than the last. "HOW DARE YOU, VILE HEATHEN!" the dark dragon roared.

This was met with head pats. Angry and tired, the dragon attempted to fold it's starry wings around itself, but the way the human was holding it prevented such a movement. The human pointed at the small beast, and said "Bat." The dragon didn't understand. The human pointed again, and said "Bat." The dragon gave his best "the hell do you want from me" look, and then turned away.

Soon, the little creature was placed in an empty cup. A few moments later, the adventurer took the dragon's coin, and the dragon took wing. Launching into the sky like a little hissing dart, the beast started nipping at the ears of the human. The human smacked it away and yelled "BAT!" angirly, but the dragon recovered in time and took off again. He knew what he wanted, and he was damn well going to fight for it.

That's all I wanted to write, who knows I might pick this up later!

I'm too lazy to proofread so this is probably trash. Also I got a lil distracted and made these gremlins.

You wished to find a dragon to slay for its treasure. Now you’re not sure how to feel seeing a thumb-sized dragon try to drag its single shiny copper coin with it as it runs away from you.

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Universal Collision: Meet the Adventurer Support Assists!

Name: "Red Wolf" Len

Not to be confused with Len

Class: 5★ (ALT)

Summoner/Duo: No

🎂Birthday🎂: No

Weapon Type: Fists (Corrupted UX Weapon: Ragiraschu)

Current character status: Released

STELLAR AWAKENING Release: 5/22/2024

Info

A man in black and red clothes is an assasin who hunts down enemies who oppose the Saviors of the Multiverse's ideals. He is silent when in missions to hunt down his enemies and reap their blood. When in a mission with another fellow of the Waterfall time layer, he will do anything to make sure the mission is always a guaranteed success.

VC

Fresh Blood the wolf shall reap... - Shadow and Fire attacks of user +50% (1 Turn) and speed of self +70% (1 Turn) and Stack 30 Intimidation on all enemies (Max: 100)

- Intimidation: Strength and Intelligence of enemy -3% (Max: -300%)

- When at 50 stacks, basic attack turns into Soul Crusher

- When at 100 stacks, basic attack turns into Reap Soul

Skills/Abilities

Soul Crusher - 【Step 2】 Preemptive Slash attack on enemies with 50+ stacks of Intimidation (2XL) and stack 10 Intimidation for all surviving enemies

- 50% chance to instantly kill an enemy

- Excludes Boss Enemies

- Replaces basic attack at 50 Intimidation Stacks

Reap Soul - 【Step 3】 Preemptive Slash attack on enemies with 100 stacks of Intimidation (3XL) and stack 50 Intimidation for all surviving enemies

- +10 stacks for each surviving enemy added for each enemy defeated

- 100% chance to instantly kill an enemy

- Excludes Boss Enemies

- Replaces basic attack at 100 Intimidation Stacks

Fenrir Jab - Fire type slash attack on random enemies x5 (L) and strength of user +20% (5 Turns) (Max Stack: 10, +200%)

- When used consecutively, increase power output

- L → XL → 2XL → 3XL → 4XL, stay at 4XL onwards

- When Red Clad Flamamancer is in frontline, Attack again

- When inside a zone, initiate Awaken Zone

Silent Assasination - Slash attack on a single enemy (XL) and Speed of user +100% (2 Turns)

- Increased damage if enemy has 0 Shield Points (x20)

- For certain units in frontline, Apply the following

- Kasumi Daikara - Slash attack on random enemies x5 (XL)

- White Clad Swordsman - Vanilla type attacks of user +50% (3 Turns) and activate Kaleido (Vanilla) on user (3 Turns)

- Black Clad Mage - Inflict Expose (Magic) on all enemies (3 Turns)

- Colorful Striker - Inflict Expose (Blunt) and Pain on all enemies (3 Turns)

- Golden Knight - Initiate Awaken Zone

Cleanse Eye - Remove all debuffs and statuses from user and grant Singular Focus (Red Wolf) (5 Turns)

- When zone not deployed, Deploy Raging Fire Zone

- Max HP of user +1% for each Intimidation stack (Max: +100%)

Ultimate Skill

Howling Bash - Preemptive Blunt attack on all enemies (L) and stack 50 Intimidation on all enemies and Slash and Blunt resistance of all enemies -40% (3 Turns) and perform the following: Cleanse Eye → Silent Assasination → Fenrir Jab → Fenrir Jab → Silent Assasination → Fenrir Jab

- When an enemy has 50 stacks of Intimidation, perform Soul Crusher

- When an enemy has 100 stacks of Intimidation, perform Reap Soul

- Consumes 100% of the Ultimate Skill Gauge upon use

Awaken Zone Effect

Bloodlust Canis - At turn end, perform Slash attack on random enemies x2 (XS) and consume Intimidation stacks to increase power output

- Based on number of intimidation

- 1 (XS) → 2 (S) → 3 (M) → 4 (L) → 5 (XL)

Stellar Skills/Abilities

(Stellar Skill) Canidae Blood - Damage on user -99% of current HP (will not go below 1 HP) and perform Howling Bash and type attacks of all frontline and subline allies +100% (5 Actions) and inflict Pain on all enemies

- Stack 50 stacks of Intimidation to all enemies and perform Soul Crusher

- Guaranteed Critical

- When user is at 1% HP, perform Preemptive Slash attack on all enemies x5 (3XL) and move to subline and drag a random subline ally to frontline to perform Stellar Skill/Burst

(Stellar Burst) Violent Canidae Blood - Damage on user -50% of current HP (will not go below 1 HP) and perform Howling Bash and type attacks of all frontline and subline allies +100% (5 Actions) and inflict Pain on all enemies

- Stack 100 stacks of Intimidation to all enemies and perform Reap Soul

- Guaranteed Critical

- Perform Preemptive Slash attack on all enemies x5 (4XL) and drag a random subline ally to frontline to perform Stellar Skill/Burst

- Dragged ally moves to subline after Stellar Skill/Burst

(Stellar Passive) Stellar Awakening Fill Ability - When there are 2 or more Lunatic users party members on the front line:

* User's Stellar Burst Gauge Fill rate increases (M)

(Stellar Passive) Stellar Awakening Activation Ability - When Stellar Burst is activated with user and Gauge has majority Dark:

* Grant Singular Focus to all physical damage allies (3 Turns)

Summon

If any other character (excluding Len) is the selected story character

"Red Wolf" Len: Damn, where the hell did I land at?

"Red Wolf" Len: Whatever, the goal remains the same nonetheless.

"Red Wolf" Len: You there, I am not your friend. But if we ever cross paths again, you'll end up like those who try to resist the saviors of the Multiverse.

If Len is the selected story character

"Red Wolf" Len: Damn, where the hell did I land at?

"Red Wolf" Len: Worse, it's myself who I am looking at.

"Red Wolf" Len: Other Len, if you try to cross paths with your bow... I'll make sure you never pierce the moon again. Just like those who tried resisting the Saviors of the Multiverse.

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Quick fanart of White Prince & Black Prince

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Universal Collision: Meet the Adventurer Support Assists!

Name: "Black Clad Mage" AprilYT

Class: 5★ (ALT)

Summoner/Duo: No

🎂Birthday🎂: No

Weapon Type: Staff (Corrupted UX Weapon: Nioðlifir)

Current character status: Released

STELLAR AWAKENING Release: 5/22/2024

Info

A woman from the Waterfall Time Layer. She has a goal to make sure she achieves everything her creator proposed to her. She used to be a good girl years ago before she got involved into a war, giving her the achiever mindset. Recently, she's become feared by many and will do everything in power to have everything her way... even if it means ending lives.

VC

Time to take what's mine back. - Deploy Magic Fates Zone and Intelligence of user +45% (2 Turns) and stack 1 Inversion on user.

- Inversion: Intelligence of user +30% (Max Stack: 9, +270%)

- Additional effects when stacked with Inversion

Skills/Abilities

Lunatic (Telekinesis) - Activate Lunatic (Telekinesis) on user (3 Turns):

- Attacks now turn delayed but deal in XL amounts

- Speed of user increases each turn during lunatic

Parody Galmun - Magic type attack on all enemies (XL) + Type resistance of all enemies -30% (3 Turns) (Max: -120%)

- When stacked with Inversion, Consume 1 Inversion to exploit Wind/Shadow weakness and inflict Stun (1 Turn)

- When inside a zone, Initiate Awaken Zone (Once per battle)

Obscurum aspectum - Shadow type magic attack on a single enemy (2XL) and Shadow type resistance -25% (3 Turns)

- Increase number of hits when used consecutively (Max: x5)

- When at used for the fifth time, Shadow type magic attack on all enemies (2XL) and Shadow type resistance -50% (6 Turns)

- When stacked with Inversion, Consume 1 to give HP Shield to user with HP equal to 50% of user's Max HP (3 turns)

Solaris Dolma - Deploy Magic Fates Zone and place a barrier that reduces damage taken by 100% (1 Attack)

- Consume 1 inversion to grant the following effects based on what alter is in party

- Black Clad Swordsman: Earth type Slash attack on all enemies x4 (XL) and Restore HP of all allies by 2000

- Silver Striker: Type resistance of all allies +35% (3 Turns) and Critical Attacks +100% (5 Actions)

- Moonlight Flower: Attack using strongest skill according to number of Inversions stacked

- POPY: Inflict Expose (Fire) to all enemies (3 Turns)

- ROSE: Inflict Expose (Water) to all enemies (3 Turns)

- Cyan Scyther: Inflict Elemental Break (Wind) to all enemies (3 Stacks)

- Red Clad Flamamancer: Weapon attacks of all frontline and subline allies +50% (5 Turns)

- White Clad Swordsman: Inflict Expose+ (Vanilla/Chocolate) to all enemies (3 Turns)

- Beautiful Stranger: Earth type resistance of all enemies -35% (3 Turns)

- Red Wolf: Type attacks of all allies +50% (5 Actions)

- Violet Lancer: Earth type piercing attack on all enemies (3XL) and grant Overthrow (3 Turns) on user

(Passive) Magic Fates EoT Buff: When in Magic Fates Zone, Increases Staff and Book damage +15% \ +30% \ +45% \ +60% (1 turn)

- effect's power is based on number ( 1 \ 2 \ 3 \ 4 ) of Magic moves used during the turn.

- double moves from Copy status are counted twice. Attack again moves are each counted.

- End-of-Turn, counters, knocked back or dead allies' moves are not counted.

(Passive) Inversion stacking - At the start of battle, stack 3 Inversions on self, and at end turn, stack 1 Inversion on self (Max: 9)

Ultimate Skill

Wicked Forest - Shadow type Magic attack on all enemies x5 (3XL) and Stack 1+(No. Of turns) Inversions on user and Elemental type (based on frontline) Magic attack on strongest enemy (5XL)

- Consumes 100% of the Ultimate Skill Gauge upon use

Awaken Zone Effect

Eyes Awakened - Grant Overthrow and Mental Focus on user and Intelligence of user +100%

Stellar Skills/Abilities

(Stellar Skill) Inverted Ascension - Remove current Zone to deploy Magic Fates Zone and Magic attack on all enemies x4 (2XL) and Type resistance -50% (3 Turns) and inflict Holy Weapon on all enemies (3 Turns) and Restore User's HP by 100% and stack 9 Inversions

- Consume 3 Inversions to trigger skill again (Once per turn)

- Consume 1 Inversion to trigger Solaris Dolma after skill (Once per turn)

- When in Stellar Burst, Perform Intertwined Inverted Ascension instead.

(Stellar Burst) Intertwined Inverted Ascension - Remove current Zone to deploy Awakened Magic Fates Zone and Magic attack on all enemies x4 (4XL) and Type resistance -100% (5 Turns) and inflict Holy Weapon on all enemies (5 Turns) and Restore User's HP by 100% and stack 9 Inversions and grant HP shield on user with HP equal to Max HP

- Consume 1 Inversion to trigger skill again (Three times per turn)

- Trigger Solaris Dolma after skill (Twice per turn)

(Stellar Passive) Stellar Awakening Fill Ability - When there are 2 or more Waterfall Time Layer party members on the front line:

* User's Stellar Burst Gauge Fill rate increases (M)

(Stellar Passive) Stellar Awakening Activation Ability - When Stellar Burst is activated with user and Gauge has majority Dark:

Restore Lunatic Activation +1 to all Alter/Secret allies if no Lunatic activations left