#but i didnt dare to dream!!!!

[dirthavarens]

MERCER, THAT'S THREE PEOPLE YOU VOICE IN THIS GAME.

[drowning-in-webnovel-chapters]

I bet she was laughing.

[she]

ray needing so desperately to be loved and needed and sand so promptly ready to care for this stranger throwing up in his toilet and make exceptions for him yeah im going to need a minute

[daeluin]

AND INARIUS

OH GOD INARIUS YOU POOR SUMMER CHILD. YOU SWEET DUMB CHILD. YOU ARROGANT IDIOT. I AM TEARING HIM LIMB BY LIMB. SHACKING HIM LIKE A RAGGED DOLL

[lunarcry]

(four hours later) this is why its so funny to me. normal fenrir vs who r u

[perenlop]

i never liked the manpain trope and tbf i think warrior cats was always gonna be the thing to send me into absolutely hating it, but also i think having been exposed to taranza's character arc before having read any of the books didnt help in that matter because he raised the manpain bar way too high

like honestly taranza is in the same league as amelia from infinity train to me because hes not like "oh im a cool brooding guy.... my sweet soft gf helps me not kill.... but now that shes been brutally murdered, i HAVE to be a horrible fucking person and hurt the people around me and this makes me an ok guy still bc thats Epic" hes "i was in love with my queen/best friend and gave her a gift that actually ended up being cursed, it drove her insane and she became a dictator that i enabled because i thought she could do no wrong, i helped her with her war crimes including imprisoning everyone and killing people i think, until she threw me aside and tried to become a god, made me realize she wasnt the woman i fell in love with anymore, and i assisted the heroes in mercy killing her because she was a danger to herself and the kingdom. but i cant accept her death, i cant accept that i unintentionally caused this, i cant do this, i will bring her back no matter how much it takes, i will break the laws of life and death to get her back, the REAL her back, no matter what, even if it kills me"

[prodkeiji]

ep 9 is a lot to process uhm

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

This morning my brain gave me an awful game idea called Truth and Dare. The idea was everyone in the group took turns asking questions about the other players, and if two or more players had answered the same (two or more people answering "blue" to "What's your favorite color?") then they were issued a dare by the asker.

How did I come up with this idea you ask? Well, I had a dream I was back in high school and I was playing this aforementioned game with Roman Sanders, Nico Di Angelo, Gerry Keay, and two guys I actually when to high school with. It didn't get too weird as far as none of us had to complete a dare, but we were playing at the school's cemetery over Nico's grave.

[skeletxr]

Left work early on the account of a terrible migrane and I think we as a society should get rid of florescent lights in every single building

[writingoddess1125]

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 2

Due to popular demand I have a part two for you guys!

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk xFemreader

Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff

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Buggy

The crew was quick to follow orders, Cabaji grabbing you as others grabbed your sons. Dragging you from the restaurant you called a home and out onto the streets, screamed fill the air as the village was being ripped apart. Your boys crying out in fear as the crew harshly brought you onto the ship you once were apart of.

You yelped as you were thrown into Buggy's room. Your boys being tossed in as well, you quickly grabbed Dee and Bee and brought them to your chest. Running your hands through their hair as they sobbed against you, shaking like a leaf and terrified.

"Ssshh it's okay my loves it's okay" you whisper trying to soothe them, holding them tightly to try and ward away the bad dream. After a few hours they finally fell asleep, You carefully rolling up and placing them on Buggy's large bed. It wouldn't be best to let them sleep in your arms since they were fairly large and when asleep could kick and roll. You couldn't risk injury if you were going to escape with the twins.

You tucked them into the big stripped bed and sighed- Surrounded by more of this circus shit made them look way more like Buggy then you cared to admit. Smoothing Dee and Bee wild blue locks with your hand you sighed heavily. Trying to come up with a plan to escape- but the plotting was short lived as the bedroom door opened.

Buggy stared at you and then glanced at the boys as they slept soundly in his bed. He was holding a large tray and set it down on the side table, meeting your eyes as he picked up a fork and took a bite from each both and even a bite of the bread, before taking a seat clearly wanting to show it was safe to eat and feed the children. You looked at the food it was 3 healthy servings of pasta with fresh bread and 3 drinks, 2 milks and a ale. You looked at him in question but you didn't dare voice anything. Instead gently shaking the twins awake-

"Eh? Mom?..." Dee mumbled as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Dinner is here" You say calmly, holding a bowl out to Dee who gently took it in his tiny hands before waking up Bee with a bit more force and doing the same. Splitting the bread in half and giving each half to your sons to make sure they had full bellies.

You ate your own food, Watching as the twins hungrily ate there like they hadn't had a meal before, havjng to make sure they didnt mess up the nice bed. However you kept glancing back at Buggy, feeling his eyes on you.

He sat across the room stull, watching you closely as you wiped their faces clean with your dress and handing them their drinks and even taking your own ale and sipping it. You saw Bee wat hibg Buggy closely, the two staring at each other silently.

"What are you looking at Old Man?-" Bee snapped as he glared at Buggy. You snapping your finger quickly at him.

"Attitude-" You hissed in warning. However heard a shuffle to see Buggy snorting a laugh and turning away to giggle-

"Damn these really are my Kids- I was at least 90% sure before but now it's 100%!" He laughed, actually Wiping the tears from his face.

"Mom what is he talking about?" Dee questioned first, raising a brow at the Clown in their room.

"Yeah and whats with hi-" You smacked your hand over your sons mouth. Knowing that the following question would lead to a fight you didn't have the strength for.

"Boys this is your father... Buggy the Clown. He's a Pirate Captian"

"Our Dads a clown-" Bee deadpanned as his face looked at you in what can only be described as confused horror. You sighing mentally by this, as Dee stared at Buggy suspiciously.

"How do we know?-" Dee started, But Buggy pulled the hat from his head and bandana to show his blue locks that were identical to their.

"Our Dads a Clown!?" Bee said again this time

"I'm a porate clown-" Buggy shot back as he frowned at the boy. The two locking in gaze of equal stubbornness and attitude.

Dee started to say"Is that why you took us?" But was cut off gloriously by Bee"If you're our dad then you suck! Why did you grab mom by her hair and make her cry!" He proclaimed, Jumping up on the bed and pointing to Buggy angrily. You urging the boy to sit down, But Buggy's gaze softened.

"I apologize- I didn't see it was her or else I would have never raided you town. Instead just picked you three up to take with me" He admitted calmly. The seemed to take the wind from Bee's sails as he sat back down- You also surprised to hear Buggy apologize or be so vulnerable.

"I want to have you three here with me and be apart of my children's life" Buggy started as he stared at you- You started to protest but he held up a hand.

"60 Days, that's all I ask. If in 60 days you don't want me in their lives I'll drop you and the boys off at a Marine Base with some berry. Enough to be comforble for the rest of your lives"

It was a good deal- a damn good deal. It's not like you had a berry to your name or a place to return to. That and he genuinely seemed interested in the boys, you gave a defeated sigh.

"Alright... 60 days- then we will talk from there" Buggy smiled at hearing you agreeing to this. Excitement shining in his eyes as he jumped up from his seat.

"Perfect! You all rest here. I'll leave and bring some supplies for you all" Buggy said calmly as he stood up and quickly left, a grin plastered on his face as he left you.

You should have known that Buggy was planning something. For the next 3 days it was like he turned the ship into a child's dream. There was suddently a absurd about of toys, sweets, every game imaginable too seemed to have suddently appeared. Buggy all to happy to shower the twins in anything they asked for, played any game they wanted.

You inwardly sighed as you watched the twins start to warm up to Buggy, More like clinging to him. Bee seemingly the most interested in him while Dee seemed to just love sailing. Having to be coaxed down from the crows nest were he would hide all day. At the mess hall however is were they fit in the best- It was like Buggy had cloned himself the two perfect best friends, aka himself.

Dee had taken to keeping his hair up due to his time in the crows nest and also had become more confident- pushing his brother back whenever he messed with him a bit too much- As for Bee it was like Buggy 2.0- Loud, flashy and ready to find trouble. It had been only 3 days but so much had changed, Currently it being evening dinner time.

Sitting next to Buggy in the mess hall, who had made it a habit of keeping you close you glared as your son then Buggy who was just laugjing "Benny (Y/L/N) get your monkey ass here right now!" You yelled as you saw your son running down the tables of the mess hall. Singing a made of sea shanty that the rest of the freaks were actually drinking and singing along to.

"Let the boy have some fun (Y/N)! It's not like he's hurting anyone- Besides what's the worse that can happen! Stop with the snooty attitude" Buggy proclaimed with a laugh, you saw Dee get a mischievous look in his eye before slipping under the table. You give a sarcastic smile, knowing your twins all too well.

"Fine then, I won't be snooty for the next hour whatever they damage you gotta clean" You proposes with a smile. He laughed and nodded.

"Deal! Finally now we can have some fu-"

And like a symphony of madness all hell broke lose. Dee had popped put from under the table and grabbed Bee's foot nid step. The singing child falling into a massive bowl of mashed potatos which managed to spray everywhere- coating all the people at the table in potatos and the floor which made a few Crewmates who had been walking slip and slam into tables flinging more food and creating more mess paired with a hunk of cake landing right in Buggy's face. Wiping the frosting as he watched the two boys make a run from the mess hall cackling like two Imps.

"Boys!!" He yelled, trying to wipe more of the pink frosting from his face. You smiled and handed him a napkin.

"Have fun Captian!~" You said with a grin and patted his shoulder as Buggy sat there red faced and glaring at you half heartedly. As if taking your cue, you got up and left. Giggling as you hear Buggy snap at some crewmates to grab something to help clean the mess.

Deciding to take the time for yourself you went to the main deck. Leaning against the rails as you watched the dark waves of the ocean and the setting sun. You couldn't lie and say you didn't miss the ocean, or the time to yourself. You stood there watching as the sun set and plunged the ship into darkness, the lanterns of the ship turning on as well as the ship seemed to be sailing in darkness.

"Enjoying your free time?" A deep voice snapped you from your thoughts. Seeing Buggy walking towards you, his face washed of makeup and hair in a ponytail. Having clearly just bathed after getting the mess hall cleaned.

"Yeah, I forgot how nice it is being on this ship.. How are the boys?" Buggy smiled at hearing you enjoying yourself before shrugging.

"Got them washed up and put them to bed.....They seem to like me" He boated, seemingly proud he had formed such a strong bond.

"That they do" You reply. Watching as he put his hands in his pockets a bit awkwardly, that tough Captian Facade crumbling a bit under his own anxiety.

"(Y/N) Why did you leave?... Was it me? Were you ashamed of me or-" He started, the back of his hand brushing against his nose as the enxiety slammed into his chest.

"What?.. No that's not why I left Buggy- I was scared. How the hell was I suppose to go through pregnancy on a ship? Hell the labor?! That was 36 hours to give birth to both of them!" Buggy winced at the thought, you leaned against the railing and stared at him.

"It was the fact that I couldn't predict how you would react and no idea how to raise a baby here. So in a village with at least some stability seemed like the best option- Even if it ment having to do it alone"

You admit, Buggy messing with his gloved hands. Sadness bleeding through his gaze as he sighed.

"I suppose- I can see your point... but I would have put everything on hold if I knew-" Buggy admitted, before rubbing the back of his head a bit hesitantly.

"You know- We only got 60 days and I've been wanting to take a vacation. Drop off the crew maybe for a bit and I know this really nice island" Buggy said casually. Your eyebrows raising at hearing this- He wanted to stop pirating just for you and the twins?

"What?-" You started but he cut you off quickly. "I mean it would only be a little bit of course- unless something urged me to stay a bit longer. However I think being on the open ocean can be damaging for super long term- I mean the meals can cause scurvy and who knows what else" He quickly justified, even at this distance you could see his ears turning red. You couldn't help but giggle at this, which caught his attention quickly.

"I'd like that Buggy.. But I don't want to take you away from what you love" you say, Watching Buggy take a hesitant step towards you.

"Who knows... 60 days can quickly turn into eternity.. if you want it to.. and i lost what i loved once- Ill never let that happen again" He said locking eyes with you which made you smile brighter.

Shanks

It had been 3 weeks since Shanks arrived- and it had been one journey, The man clearly loved to be a father. Willing to do anything for Vivian, her having the powerful pirate wrapped around her little finger and not even knowing it.

Shanks having let his crew take the time for essentially a vacation on his dime while ge stayed in your guestroom. Excited every morning to wake up and play with his daughter. He bought her so many toys, a chest full of pretty dresses, a giant stuffed monkey and a play wood sword since she had been so interest in his.

She had even taken to tying her favorite green ribbon on his sword since "It looks pretty" and he didn't have the will power to take it off. So for the most part, it had been complete and total bliss.

It was early morning when you heard some loud Noises coming from the kitchen area of your home- Getting up from bed and put on your robe and walked to see what all the noise was.

You stood in the kitchen with a raised eyebrow, the only word fitting this situation was- Hilarious. There sat Shanks, sat on the floor with his back leanes against the oven holding a old muffin. His eyes were covered in a thick layer of green glittery eyeshadow (from your makeup bag) hot red lipstick that was sneered on other parts of his face. Some bows randomly scattered in his red hair. His coat that usually covered his missing arm dropped over your daughter who was still in her baby blue tight gown and she was dragging behind her as she adding things to the spread on the floor. A bag of sugar, some water, a scattering of teabags and whatever had been in the fridge- including half eaten sandwiches and cupcakes which Shanks was currently chewing on.

"Starlight, I don't think there is anyway you can make the wate- I mean tea any sweeter" He said calmly, Watching Vi try to pour more sugar into her little China set with her chubby hands. Shanks cringing a bit at this as she poured him a cup and handed it to him.

"See! Now it's perfect!" She chimed and giggled loudly. He gave a smile as he set aside his muffin and sipped the tea, trying to suppress the cringe from the unholy amount of sugar that was mixed with water and a hint of a poor teabag.

"It's delicious Baby Girl- Fantastic" He choked out, working through a smile as he forced himself to take another sip. You couldn't help bit to laugh, which brought the attention of both Red Heads.

"Mommy!" Vivian chimed loudly running towards you still wearing Shank's cloak and you scooped her up carefully.

"I must say Shanks, you look fabulous" You said with a smile. Shanks Grinning up at you as he sat on the floor.

"I always thought I'd look good in green" He said, Gesturing to the sloppy eyeshadow. Rolling himself up to his feet as he smiled down at you.

"By the way are you ready for today?" You raised a brow-

"Oh boy what do you have planned?" Shanks only gave a wide smile before grabbing a box from the kitchen table and holding up a lovely yellow sundress for you and a similar one for Vivian.

"Fun day out!"

Shanks hadnt beem kidding about a fun day, staring with a lovely resturant on the island, sailing, having in a meadow and then time out at the park the sun started to set. Shanks held Vivian who was passed out against him, walking back to your home. The two of you talking about the time you two where together in the past.

"Thank you (Y/N).." He said softly, Smiling as he watched the sun set and the two of you walked up hill.

"For what?" He smiled brightly at you "Making me the happiest man in the world" You couldn't help but blush at hearing this. Looking away bashfully as you came up to your home, Seeing a man standing there a bit awkwardly.

"Yasopp! Glad you stopped by, This is (Y/N) and my darling daughter Vivian. She's asleep right now but I'm sure she'd love to meet ya"

Shank smiled brightly at seeing his fellow crewmate. However the look on Yasopp face said otherwise.

"Its lovely to meet you (Y/N)... but Captian- we have to talk.." He said softly, Shanks frowning at the tone he gave before gently passing Vivian to you.

"I'll be in a sec" He said, nodding you quickly head inside to get Vivian ready for bed. Yasopp and him talked outside, Shanks looked angry. Staring at the letter and running his hand through his hair clearly stressed. You finished cleaning Vivians face and got her in her PJs, tuckering her in for the night. In the hallway you could hear the should of bottles shifting, turning to see Shanks in the kitchen grabbing the bottle of whiskey you kept on the top shelf- his face twisted in anger as he plopped on the couch.

"You have to leave.. don't you-" You finally blurted out, watching him open the bottle with his teeth and take a sip. His eyes shiny with unshed tears, he nodded soberly as he took a hard swig of the drink.

"Shanks you can't finally meet her and just leave her life-" You stressed, anger bubbling in your chest as you stared at him. He sat slunched in the chair a swirling of different emotions in his eyes.

"They need my help.. and I can't risk it (Y/N).... I can't risk them finding out about you and Vi... they would kill you both" He whispered, shock slamming into you. Your eyes drifting to Vivian's room were she laid sleeping.

"...How long will you be gone" You whispered finally, sitting down on your sofa sadly.

"I don't know..." He whispered, defeat written on his face. Holding the bottle out to you, which you took and started to sip before passing it back.

"When do you leave?" Shanks took another heavy swig of the drink and held it out to you. "Tomorrow morning..." You nod at this- Taking another sip of the whiskey.

"...I-Is she going to hate me?" Shanks whispered, Looking up at were he knew Vi was. You shook your head "She doesn't have it in her heart to hate.." You said softly. He nodded at this and messed with the ribbon she tied on his sword, staring at it hard.

"I love her (Y/N).... so much it hurts.." His voice cracked. But he instead stood up, taking a heavy breath.

"I'm going to get some sleep... you should as well" He said softly, Turning and walking back to the guest room. Leaving you alone with the whiskey bottle, as you put it back in its rightful place. You could have sworn you heard hushed sobs... but left them be and went to cry in your own bed as well.

In the morning, the nice breakfast was made. Shanks feeding Vivian her oatmeal and letting her talk his ear off, you knew he needed this moment. Needed to have this with her. Once breakfast was finishes the three of you started the walk to the docks, Vivian holding Shanks hand as they talked about the pretty ocean.

Walking to the docks he saw the ship being loaded up, Vivian staring in awe at the massive vessel and giggled at the sight of all the men who stared at her and gave friendly waves. Shanks taking a deep breath to look at you both. Hurt shining in his eyes as he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Kneeling down he looked at Vivian, his hand cupping her chubby cheek as he took a shaky breath holding back tears clearly. "Princess, I've got to go for a while.."

"But why?... you just got here?"

"I know baby girl- But, see there is this trouble maker- His name is Luffy. Think of him as your big brother, he needs my help.. And I don't want to put you and your Mommy in danger while I go get him. So I have to leave-"

He said, Biting his bottom lip for a second as he let a few tears roll down his cheek. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a solid gold coin- it was quite large and he carefully handed it to Vivian. Her little fingers holding the big coin and touching the detailed design thay decorated it, his Jolly Roger.

"But I promise I'll be back.. but until I do- you have to keep this with you. It's special, it will protect you from Pirates- And when I come back, and I promise I will. I'll trade you that coin for your ribbon back okay?"

He said softly, watching Vivian smile up at him at the promise.

"Okay Daddy.." She said softly before jumping and hugging around his neck. He held her tightly, wrapping his arm around her as if he didn't want to let go.

"Captian-" Yassop said softly, Shanks nodding and carefully standing up. Handing Vivian to you a bit reluctantly, Vivian own eyes starting to water. You held her close as tears rolled down your own cheeks. Shanks leaning in and kissing the tears on your face and one gingerly on your lips.

"I'll see you two again, I swear" He said softly, Stepping back as he followed after his crew. The crew somber like their Captian as he boarded, yelling out commands to set sail. Looking back as the ship began to leave the harbor, Waving at the two of you. Vivian waving back gently as tears rolled down her chubby cheeks clutching the coin close to her chest.

You and Vivian standing on the docks as you watched the ship sail and disapear over the horizon. You sniffles and wiped your eyes of the tears you didn't know had still been running down your cheeks.

Your daughter looking at you and wiping your tears, giving you a smile just like Shanks "Don't worry Mommy.. Daddy said he'd be back"

Mihawk

You stood in your tiny kitchen, rubbing your temple as the days situation settled on your bones. Your son standing next to you chopping vegetables silently, Clearly ignoring the elephant in the room.

"Alucare- Do you want to-"

"No" He cut you off quickly, quickly cutting down on a carrot like it had wronged him. You sighed at this setting the kettle on the stove to start a pot of tea. Knowing damn well what was coming- right on cue there was a knock to the door.

Turning you went to let in the Warlord, he looked like a kicked puppy. Awkwardly standing there at your door with his hat removed, his eyes glancing up at you hesitantly.

"(Y/N)..." He said softly, surprising you that he had even remembered your name. He stepped to the side, inviting him into your home and guiding him to your dining room were he took a seat at the kitchen table.

You took a seat as well, Alucare not turning from preparing the vegetables. A awkward silence following the trio as there was only the sound of chopping.

"Mihawk.. It's been a while" You finally speak, the Warlord nodding in agreement. Silence falling over you two again.

"Oh for God's sake. Alucare sit down please, we are going to get this out" You said, Hearing the shuffle of your son moving from his spot and sitting next to you. You couldn't help but stare in awe- The two sitting across from each other made it seem like they were looking at some odd mirror, they looked almost identical except for the age and minor changes.

"Mihawk this is Alucare, your son. As we can clearly can see. Alucare this is your father Dracule Mihawk"

You introduce, swallowing thickly as the two continued to stare at each other. Silence falling again over you all, Mihawk sighed and rubbed his temple. Turning his eyes away from this odd sort of staring contest.

"Alucare.. That's a good name.. How old are you?" Mihawk asked, staring at his child for a moment before Alucare looked away.

"I'm 16..." He said softly, Mihawk nodding at this before his eyes landed on you.

"How come you didn't tell me- I would have been here, helped you. I have a home and more" He asked, his eyebrows betraying him in pure confusion and he frowned. You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I was scared- How would it look like if some random person claimed to have some famed Warlords child.." You mumbled, still embarrassed by the whole ordeal. "Besides it wasn't even until after are alleyway escapades that I understood who you were-"

"I see..." Mihawk sighed as he stared at Alucare again, who seemed to grow a bit uncomforble at the direction of this conversation.

"Alucare do you wish to ask something of your father?-" You encouraged. Wanting to create a olive branch between the two.

"What is there me to ask? It's not like it's a secret that we are related or his reputation. The only thing I would wonder is how you found out about us-" Alucare said a bit dismissively, you felt genuine surprise at this. He had never shown anyone disrespect before until now-

"There were rumors of you that traveled to a Marine Base I was at- how a child looked like the famed Mihawk... eyes and all" Mihawk clarified. Alucare only rolling his matching yellow eyes at this, standing up from his seat.

"I'll be dismissing myself. Thanks for the talk" He said calmly, walking out the back door and slamming it shut behind him. You sighed and looked to Mihawk

"Hes normally not like that, I don't know what to say" You admit. But the Warlord just stood up with a understanding nod.

"Hes angry... that I understood.. I'll return" He said before following out the back door as well.

Standing by the grove of trees next to the house Alucare let the cool blade of the knives brush over his fingers, sighing as he quickly released the blade at lightning speed at the carved target on the old tree hitting bulls eye. Alucare walking to retrieve the lone blade and repeat the process.

"Impressive shot-" The deep voice only belonging to Mihawk sounded behind the teen. Alucare glancing back at the man as he resumed his position and went back to throwing his blade.

"Thanks I suppose-" Alucare mumbled as he continued to task. Mihawk sighing softly as he glanced at the sky.

"What is the true reason you resent me- One that you don't wish to express with your mother around" He finally asked, staring at the sky. Alucare faltering in his movements for a moment, keeping the blade in his hands for a moment.

"If you had been anyone else she wouldn't have had to suffer so much-" He admitted, his eyes showing a deep sadness as he sighed "I saw the way they looked at her, despite her smiling and ignoring it.. how she acted as a human shield for me. Because we share blood- How she would sit on the bed after working day and night to put that home over our head... how tired she was and then emotionally carying the brunt of people looking at her in either pity, fear otlr disgust for my sake"

He admitted, throwing the blade once again watching the blade stick deeply into the tree the handle being the only thing that showed. Mihawk quietly listened and clenched his hands.

"I understand... if I had known I would have protected her... I would have protected you- Nothing I can say can make up for 16 years of hardship... but I do apologize" Mihawk said, bowing his head gently.

Alucare looked at him silently for a moment. Looking away for a moment and went to grab the blade.

"...How do you sharpen a blade-" Alucare asked, In his own way accepting Mihawk apology and extending a form of communication. Mihawk gave a hint of a smile on his lips as he stepped forward.

"I can show you-"

Tag List-

For all the people who requested Pt. 2

@lunanight1021 @lolavegas20 @cuteastrash @thatcharmingmushroom @marsilis @thesadvampire @amecchii @zaphira-san @matronofthevoid @mothmans-left-nipple

[prxttylittle]

@beencaughts had to do it this way again!!! ugh!!

❝ i want you to feel safe with me. ❞ { v ;; the princess and the moon.

Just a few days ago, Prince had made the error of laughing at something Luna said. He’d laughed so hard he nearly cried and now it seemed like all she wanted to hear was him laughing, because he didn’t do it often. “Luna, stop!” He was smirking as she teased him but he wasn’t laughing yet. They were like kids the way they were running around the store, messing with one another. Matt and Nick were somewhere in the shop but they could be on the moon for all Prince cared, he was alone with Luna. Him believing they were alone was evident when he gently backed her up against a shelf, his smile still evident as he kissed her, her back crinkling the packets of crisps behind her. He heard shuffling and pulled away, as an older lady walked down the aisle with her cart. She shot them both an unimpressed look but the couple couldn’t bring themselves to care, both rolling their eyes and making a face at each other mimicking the lady. Prince stepped away anyway. He asked Luna what else Matt told them to pick up and they returned to their groceries mission. They went to the alcohol aisle and stood with their arms crossed in front of the beer trying to pick some out. Everyone in the group liked different stuff and Prince wasn’t about to carry multiple boxes of beer to the till. He bent down to pick one up and when he was going to stand up again he backed into some guy he didn’t hear or see coming. “Watch where you’re going.” The guy snapped. “Fucking teenagers.” Prince barely looked at him, eyeing Luna instead as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’ Luna commented that the guy kind of looked like Prince but he didn’t get a look at him so he just shrugged. He glanced at the man continuing down the aisle but could only see the back of his head. They had the same hair colour but Prince’s hair was basically all shaved off while this guy was probably two weeks away from being able to tie it into a ponytail. He looked at the beer in the guys basket and crinkled his nose. He hated that brand. “What a prick.” Prince commented, urging Luna to choose between the vodka brands next. The group all met up at the till, Nick complaining about the alcohol Luna and Prince chose. Matt paid for everything, naturally, and they made their way to Princes car. Luna pointed out the rude guy from the alcohol aisle and Prince wasn’t even going to look until he saw the expression on Matt’s face. Matt looked like he was staring at a ghost. Princes eyebrows furrowed together and he turned around. His blood ran cold. The brand of beer the guy got Prince hated for a reason. That reason being it was what his father used to drink (and smell like). And there clear as day, like an older version of himself, stood Prince Jameson’s father. Prince felt like he was living in an alternate universe because it wasn’t very long ago he had his mother sleeping in his sisters room and now he was seeing his dad. What was he even doing here? There were maybe ten Tescos closer to where he lived. Prince looked at Matt a little helplessly. He didn’t know what to do. The smart thing would be to get in the car and go but Prince was glued to the spot, his feet just weren’t working. “You little fucker.” Princes eyes widened, still looking at Matt when that all-too-familiar voice spoke, sending a chill down Princes spine. Nick and Luna were understandably confused but all they had to do was look at the man to know he was Princes father. Every single feature on that man’s face was the exact same as Princes just with age set in. His hair even fell the same way Princes did when it was longer. The only thing his mother gave him was life and abandonment issues; Prince was the spitting image of his father. “If it isn’t the little Princess.” His dad spoke and Prince was still frozen to the spot. His dad took a step towards him and Prince finally snapped out of his trance. “Don’t fucking come near me.” He was seething with anger. He felt Lunas hand on his arm, his dad mockingly pouted and teased that ‘little princess’ found his voice. Prince glared at him and the man was lucky Luna had a hand on him because it was keeping him calm and preventing him from beating the living daylights out of this man. His dad laughed, amused by the fact that he scared his own kid this much. What a stand-up guy. Prince looked at Nick. “Get him the fuck away from me or one of you is going to have to call the fucking cops if he takes one more step towards me.” He didn’t want Matt to do it, he’s already been burned by Kadin and he certainly wasn’t going to let Luna go near him. He’s seen Nick kill a guy before and if he did it again, this time Prince wouldn’t complain.  Prince let’s Luna lead him into the house. He’s shaking, angry and also a little frightened. It’s so humiliating. He’s spent the better half of his teen years wondering what he’d do if he saw either of his parents and neither of the exchanges went anyway like he predicted. He’s a little fuming at himself for being so scared instead of actually pummelling the man like he deserves. Luna is great though. She held his hand in the car the whole way home once Nick took the keys to drive instead of Prince. She takes him to his room and when they lie down together she wraps her arms around him, keeping him as calm as he can possibly be. Prince kisses the top of her head. He doesn’t know what to say and when she asks how he’s doing he just shakes his head. “Why was he even fucking there? There’s a million other shops in the city he could go to, why our local? Fucking hell.” Prince thinks he can never go back to that store. He looks at Luna now, knowing that wasn’t an answer to her question. “I’m fine.” He says but it’s short, clipped with irritation. He tells her he doesn’t need to be looked after, and he is fine. “I want you to feel safe with me, Prince.” He knew she wasn’t going to leave him alone just because he lies and insists he’s fine. He nods and kisses her on the lips this time. His hand goes to cup her face, turning them both so she’s now on her back and he has an arm holding him up, the other hand still under her chin as he kisses her deeply, and passionately. “You’ve no fucking idea how you make me feel. Safe doesn’t begin to cover it.” It’s moments like this that makes Luna call Prince a liar when he tells her he doesn’t love her or he doesn’t want her because he makes it so desperately obvious that he does. He pulls away and now uses both arms to support himself above her. “Fuck me.” He exhales, being with her is definitely helping his stress. “You really have no idea what you do to me.” He kisses her again. The annoying thing is that Prince feels a little bubble of irritation at how easily she calms him down. Nobodies ever been able to do that, so how come she can? Well, he knows how. Now would be a good time for him to let out the rarely used L-word but he doesn’t. But he does kiss her again.

{ v ;; phases.

“Katie!” Adele, Jakes little sister beams when she opens the door, wrapping her arms around Katie to hug her. Katie feels a little sad that she’s so excited to see her because this is probably the last time. Katie returns the hug regardless and then she spots Jake coming down the stairs. Adele leaves them alone. Katie’s phone buzzes in her hand and Jake smirks, but doesn’t look happy. “So your phone does work.” He grumbles. Katie frowns and he already knows the expression on her face means she’s here with bad news. And she is. She wants to have an honest conversation with him and asks if they can talk privately. He shakes his head and laughs. “Maybe. Depends on your answer to my question.” She furrows her eyebrows, confused. “Did you fuck Leo while you were in Spain?” Katie’s mouth drops open. She can’t lie but she doesn’t want to argue about this in his hallway. She doesn’t know what family members are home and nearby to hear this. “Jake, can we just talk?” He shakes his head and tells her to leave. “Oh, Katie.” Jake shook his head, chuckling. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both knew you were going to do that. If you couldn’t be bothered enough to be honest enough to break up with me beforehand then we don’t need to have a conversation after. You’re a selfish person and the only one you want to make feel better with your excuses is you.” Jake reaches around her to open the front door. Katie is a little shocked that this is how this is going to go down but once the door is open, he’s walking away from her. She doesn’t follow him. Katie goes straight to Leo’s house. It’s kind of refreshing that he’s happy to see her and it makes her feel bad for being upset about her conversation (or lack of) with Jake. She lets him pull her into a hug. Katie follows Leo to his room but doesn’t sit next to him on the bed, instead taking a spot at the edge of the end of the bed. She plays with a loose thread in his duvet. She isn’t really sure why she’s upset. The conversation with Jake would have been difficult and he saved them both from that. She thinks maybe it’s guilt that she feels. Leo nudges her with his foot to pull her out of her trance and ask what’s wrong. She sighs and tells him what happened with Jake. “-but, like, it’s not true. I didn’t know I was going to do that. I didn’t even know you still felt that way.” She eyes him cautiously. “If you even do.” She adds in a rush which probably offends him because she knows their run-in in Spain wasn’t just sex. “And I was going to break up with him weeks ago so, like, Spain isn’t even why. I mean you were there, you know we just acted on how we felt. I wasn’t being a mean person, it’s just-“ she sighs again, maybe Ava is the person she should have gone to first so she could figure out how to articulate her feelings. “It wasn’t just, like, a one night stand for me. I have missed you and I just wanted to be with you. I wasn’t trying to be a mean person.” She feels a bit awkward about Leo being the person she’s justifying sleeping with him to. But on the other hand Leo was the only other person there, and the only other person who understands just how drawn they were to one another especially in that moment. “I didn’t date him to spite you- I just feel like every time I do anything I end up hurting people.” She looks him in the eyes. “I don’t want to be a bad person.” Katie’s not talking about Jake anymore. “I really care about you, and I know we have to talk about what it means for us. I just don’t want to hurt anyone again, especially you. I know I shouldn’t be scared but I just don’t want to fuck any of this up again. I am scared.” Jake called her selfish, and Leo has done that too. She knows Leo can see how scared she is to act in a way that puts her in that line of fire again. Leo nods for Katie to join him. He probably expected her to slide him beside him in the first place. She abandons her place at the end of the bed and joins him up at the top, allowing him to wrap a comforting arm around her. Her head rests on his chest and the sound of his heart beating is like a lullaby and the smell of his cologne is intoxicating. How can she possibly resist him anymore? “Katie, I just want you to feel safe with me.” Now she knows she was right to come straight here. She knows Leo doesn’t care about Jakes feelings but she can feel he cares about hers. She hopes he respects that she’s trying to show she cares about his too. His finger absently plays with a strand of her blonde hair. She’s starting to hate that colour on her. His action comforts her though. She relaxes into his embrace. They can work this out, right? Katie suddenly starts to feel weird and his cologne is no longer intoxicating in a comforting way as she feels a burst of nausea. “I do feel safe with you, Leo.” Is the last thing she says before she’s running to his bathroom to be sick. Now where the hell did that come from? She must have caught a bug abroad, she figures. She can’t find it in her to care about being sick when Leo is at the door checking on her. They’re totally going to finally work this out this time, she decides.

❝ i’m not staring, i’m admiring. ❞ { v ;; the princess and the moon.

The only time Prince ever actually does his homework at home is when he and Luna use it as an excuse to hang out together. “I just don’t understand any of it.” He’ll text her about an assignment that he definitely does understand so that she’ll invite him over so she can help. They’ll spend maybe ten minutes max on homework before finding themselves in bed together. Otherwise, Prince does his homework exclusively at school, during lunch or a free class. He’s sat at the lunch table, scribbling through the maths problems. He’s good at maths, has a knack for it so it doesn’t take long or it wouldn’t if the teacher didn’t give them so much of it. As he reads through question six, he feels the same eyes on him that’s he’s been feeling since question one. He glances at Luna. It annoys him when he thinks she looks beyond sexy sipping her drink. She’s staring at him, though and it makes him shift in his seat. He raises an eyebrow at her but gets back to his work. The pair don’t often spend time alone together at school but Nick has been helping Cassie study for the summer exams and Matt is probably chasing some girl. Aubrey and Valerie were here but Prince doesn’t even know when they left. It’s just him and Luna. Her eyes are still on him and he sighs and drops his pen, looking at her again. “You’re staring at me.” He points out. “I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She corrects him and he scoffs. He thinks, why would someone who looks like her not just look in a mirror if they wanted to admire something? “It’s annoying.” He remarks, trying to get back to his homework. He looks at her again and she’s still staring and this time he smirks but he forces himself to wipe it away. It’s too late because she saw it. Prince tries to read the next question but when he looks at Luna this time the smirk on her face matches the one he just tried to hide. He shakes his head, amused despite the scowl on his face. “Stop staring at me.” And to his surprise, she does. The next thing he knows she’s picking up her stuff, like she’s going to leave. He’s confused now but she still has a smirk on her face when she goes to walk away. Prince really should finish this homework before class later but he can’t help it when he turns to watch her leave. She turns her head as she walks, like she knew he wasn’t going to watch. The same look is still on her face and Prince sighs and puts his homework in his bag. He’s almost going at a sprint to catch up to her in the hallway outside the canteen. He grabs her hand and pulls her into an empty classroom. “Are you doing this on purpose?” He asks, pointedly. She knows what she does, and what she’s doing. He knows she does. “You’re fucking infuriating.” He comments but his words don’t match his actions when he pulls her in to kiss her.

{ v ;; phases.

“Your dad is a fucking cunt.” Rings through Katie’s head at least fifty times a day. She can’t believe Leo said that to her. Followed by ‘I bet he didn’t tell you he cheated on your mother.’ It was the way he said. “I bet he didn’t tell you.” Like he was just waiting to use this ammunition against Katie. Katie was so horrified and disgusted by his behaviour, and Eli’s too. Leo has since apologised but Katie hasn’t brought herself to forgive him. Even regardless of anything she has done, even if she had gone full whack and shagged his dad (which his behaviour at that time made her feel like that was actually the crime she committed) she still wouldn’t have it in her to forgive him for what he said. There wasn’t one thing she could think of that she’s done that’s bad enough to make him think she owed forgiveness. Even if he felt like she deserved to know about her mother, calling her father a cunt before spitting it out wasn’t exactly helpful. Katie’s been struggling with her friend group lately. Ava is the only one who didn’t go out of her way to get Katie’s feelings hurt but it’s hard to just hang out with her when the group is always doing something as a group and she can’t be around everyone else. She really just can’t. And then she also can’t be around her father. She wonders if Leo even cares about all that damage. Does Eli care? She doubts it. They’re all in PE class together but it’s a sunny day and the teacher is letting them just use the class to hang outside. She gets strung into being stuck with Leo and Eli when she chooses Ava to sit with. She glared at Leo when she feels his eyes on her for the millionth time. She rolls her eyes, gets up and walks away. Leo, annoyingly, follows her. She turns suddenly, stopping them both in their tracks. “That wasn’t an invitation to follow me. And can you please stop staring at me?” She snaps. “I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She can’t tell what tone of voice he’s trying to associate with those words but she doesn’t care. “It’s fucking annoying, and it’s weird. So, stop. I wish you’d just leave me alone.” She knows her words are harsh, Leo already apologised and explained how he felt when he said what he did. She knows he’s not trying to piss her off but she can’t help how she feels around him. It doesn’t help that when he’s there, Eli is there too. It’s like she doesn’t trust that they’re not just going to say something awful again. Leo goes to explain, or respond or maybe even apologise but Katie doesn’t let him. “I mean it, Leo. Leave me alone.” She walks away from him again, going up to the teacher to say she has a headache so she can go inside, just to get away from everyone. She isn’t sure how her and Leo are going to make up after all the fighting they’ve been doing lately but right now she isn’t even interested in making up.

[MORNING] - Sender wakes receiver with a kiss. { v ;; the princess and the moon. AU

Prince nodded at Ryan as he set the pint down on the table. The airport around them was bustling with travellers. Prince always wanted to leave London - he hated the place. He always thought when Pandora graduated and moved on to better things he could leave, maybe just travel the world. Luna coming into his life stopped his fantasies of running away. Though he did at some point fantasise about both of them travelling together. Hell, if she decided to go back to Spain there was a point he thought he’d go too. But now Prince was alone. Ryan was travelling with him but Prince didn’t really consider him a friend; that was his boss plus he’d be returning to London after showing Prince the ropes in Monaco. Prince was going to be alone there. That didn’t scare him. He always felt like he was somewhat alone, especially lately. There was a time there when he was madly in love with Luna, Matt had his back and Pandora was doing so well in school and generally enjoying her life just like he wanted. During that time he didn’t feel alone. Now, he wasn’t talking to Matt or Luna and Pandora didn’t feel very much like talking to him. He always predicted that comfortable feeling was going to go away and now it had. Ryan had probably been talking for twenty straight minutes with nothing but nods and grunts from Prince. “So, are you excited? Prince, the money you’re going to make!” Ryan whistled which Prince understood meant it was a lot of money. Yet, Prince could only think about one thing. Ryan pointed between the empty pints. “Another one?” Prince blinked at him, coming out of his trance. He didn’t want another pint. He only wanted one thing. Luckily for Prince, Ryan was the most bizarre person to run a drug trade; he was happy-go-lucky and cheerful. He loved hearing about Princes love life and, like everyone else around Prince, was delighted to actually see him in a happy relationship. When he first suggested Monaco to Prince he told him he could bring Luna. Prince had turned it down because Luna was going to college and he wasn’t going to get in her way. So when Prince declined the pint, and mentioned he had to go see about a girl, instead of being pissed off at Prince for abandoning their big money-making plans, he beamed and clapped his hands together. “Oh my god, go get her!” Prince glanced at Nicks car parked in the drive of Lunas place. Cassie hadn’t lived here in almost two years so what was Nick doing here? He pushed open the front door gently and heard what sounded like arguing. “Luna, it’s true - he’s gone.” Prince could only assume it was him they were talking about, and it sounded like Luna didn’t really believe Nick. Why would Prince leave without saying goodbye? Even if he did break up with her, she expected a goodbye. He knew that when he left and didn’t say anything but in his mind it would make it easier for her to forget about him. He didn’t want her to forget about him, he realised that now. He followed their voices into the living room. “I’m not- I didn’t.” Prince was flustering his words. He was trying to say he wasn’t gone, he hadn’t left without saying bye even though he was just about to. He acknowledged the confused look on Nicks face. Princes presence probably made it seem like Nick was lying for no reason. The carry-on bag in Princes hand confirmed some of the story was true. He had been leaving. He shot Nick a look, he didn’t need to be here anymore. He had asked Nick not to say anything so he noted not to ask him for any favours again. Nick took the signal and made his exit. Prince looked at Luna now. She looked even more confused than Nick. “I was leaving. I went to the airport. I was going to leave.” He was aware this news was going to piss her off. Hopefully him not following through with his plan gave him some brownie points. “I couldn’t fucking do it. I thought if I leave and I don’t say anything you’d be so pissed off that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore and you could finally move on from the shit show I’ve made of your life the last five years.” It wasn’t all a shit show, they both knew that. In fact, before he found out about his best friend being a backstabber, their relationship was as close to perfect as a relationship between this very pair could be. Prince sighed and found himself pacing back and forth. It felt like he was seventeen again and struggling with his feelings for Luna again. It used to drive him crazy when he felt all this love for her but he didn’t want to. That’s how he felt now. Why couldn’t he just leave? He just wanted to walk away and forget. But Prince couldn’t do that. “I’m not here to say goodbye. I’m here to say that I love you and I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I don’t give a fuck that you lied about Matt, I never gave a fuck. It was just an excuse to end this because I was scared.” It was so unlike Prince to admit his feelings like that. It was that unusual for him that he didn’t even know it was how he felt at first because he didn’t even admit it to himself. “I thought Matt was my brother. If my brother, the only person who ever wanted to be around me, wasn’t around anymore then why would you be? What’s stopping you from changing your mind?” Prince knew it was his choice to not be around Matt anymore but technically speaking it was Matt’s because Matt had to know that would be the consequence of his actions. “If I stand here and say my sister deserves so much more then who’s to say you don’t? I’m a lot more fucked up than him, and I’ve been a right prick and if all I ever talk about his what a prick he is, surely you’d realise I’m so much worse and you’d finally go and I couldn’t see you go, so I tried to.” Prince had probably never spoken so many words in his whole life but it was like word vomit it just kept coming out, stuff he was terrified of saying but he was only now realising she was the one who he had to not care about what he said terrifying stuff to. He was so in love with her but more than that he trusted her with his life. He could trust her with his fears and his stupid admissions. Prince crossed the room to her. “I was right, too. You do deserve better but then today I thought fuck it, I can be better. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking the alternative was to leave you alone. I don’t want to be angry anymore, I just want to be with you. I bought a fucking ring for fucksake. If I can do that then I’ve already changed. Right?” He was a little nervous in asking that because what if she thought he hadn’t changed? That he was still just an asshole and she was done with him. If that was the case, Prince still had the choice to leave and forget about this embarrassing little speech. “I fucked up so much but this time will be the last time you’ll ever have to forgive me for anything, if you still want me.”   Prince felt a presence around him as he slept. He wasn’t dreaming but he wasn’t fully awake. In his sleepy mindset, he felt happy. He felt like kissing. He could feel his lips puckering but then his consciousness made him aware that he wasn’t just kissing thin air. There was a person kissing him. He blinked his eyes open and found Luna pressing sweet kisses to his lips and along his jaw and a smile spread across his lips, waking him up in the best way. He was still half asleep but his hand went to the back of her head to pull her in for a real kiss, his eyes going back to closed. The more they kissed and their hands found their way around each others bodies, the more he woke up. He pulled Luna on top of him, his hands firm on her hips. She whispered “good morning” to him and he chuckled lowly. “It certainly is.” He opened his eyes now, blinking in the morning light. It was a new day but in another sense it was a new day. Prince was delighted he didn’t get on the plane. He knew now the best decision he ever made was to come back and choose her above everything else. He’d meant everything he said the day before and with them being so close now he wasn’t even embarrassed about any of it anymore. How come he could never flip the switch like this before? He felt like he could just open up and tell her each and every one of his feelings and still not be embarrassed like he once would. He wasn’t sure what was different. He was no longer the little boy afraid of hurting her and getting hurt. He was now the man that was going to propose to Luna Moon. And why wouldn’t he? Their little world was changing now and it was only yesterday, thinking about getting on that plane without her, did he realise that was all he ever wanted.

{ v ;; phases.

Katie is still dead to the world when all of a sudden she feels something warm on her neck and then on her lips. Someone’s kissing her. It’s like the kiss of life because she feels herself waking up but she doesn’t open her eyes, instead squeezing them as she returns the kiss to whoevers lips are on hers. She giggles slightly, eyes still closed. This could be Eli or Ava for all she knows considering she hasn’t greeted the person yet. She knows that hand on her neck, though and she knows that kiss. It’s like coming home, kissing him again after so long. She beams as she pulls away and opens her eyes, catching the Greek God known as Leo laying in her bed. “Well, that’s one way to wake a girl up.” She giggles again. They’re being very naughty, since Katie still hasn’t broken up with her boyfriend but what would be the point in them being shy? They already cheated yesterday and neither of them need to waste this holiday feeling guilty about anything. When she gets home she’ll break up with Jake but she can’t do anything about it while they’re still abroad celebrating the twins birthday. Leo kisses her again and she still feels giddy about it so she barely returns it as another giggle slips from her lips, turning her head away from him because their lips and teeth are colliding awkwardly with her childish laughs. It feels like his smile is just him laughing at her reaction to him. She hides her blushing cheeks. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “You’re making me blush. It’s so embarrassing.” She’s speaking in a whisper and when he pulls her hands away she feels even more embarrassed because of the way he’s looking at her. He kisses her again but it’s  quick peck this time. She pokes his cheek with her finger. “You’re pretty.” She whispers. The elephant in the room isn’t even that she has a boyfriend, it’s what this means for them. They both know it. She told him she didn’t love him like that, and she swore left and right that she just wanted to be friends. Her actions now aren’t matching that. Jake once accused her in a fight that one day she would stop being mad at Leo and go right back to loving him. Now she was just a hypocrite for getting upset at that accusation. “Keep kissing me.” She pleads with a giant smile on her face. They can address that elephant when they’re back in the U.K.

[roguelov]

OKAY BUT IMAGINE;

Becoming Morpheus's safe space or his emotional support human. Like one day you're walking through the Dreaming and you find Morpheus, who is completely overwhelmed with his feelings and is hiding from everyone. So you, who has been completely nervous and a little intimidated by him bc he's literally an Endless, go up to him and hug him without hesitation. You comfort him without asking any questions or trying to get him to talk about it. You just let him feel with no judgement.

Que to like maybe a couple weeks or months later where Morpheus just constantly seeks out your touch for comfort. Like will literally cross a whole room just to touch you no matter whoever is there or wherever you two are. He just automatically relaxs at the touch and he also like to see the light blush that appears on your face because despite how normal the touching is by now, he still makes you nervous in a butterflies in the stomach type of way.

OH MY GOD MY HEART IS MELTING AT THIS I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED THIS UNTIL YOU SAID IT

You were in the library assisting Lucienne with reorganizing all the new books. The two of you were talking about anything and everything. It was calm, and enjoyable.

Until such a peace was interrupted.

Hasty footsteps cut through your melodic conversation. You both turned your head to find Morpheus marching through the library. His eyes determined and somewhat harsh as each of his steps were filled with a near righteous purpose. He seemed to be on some personal - and dare you say important - mission. As if, he was trying to locate something, or someone.

Morpheus’s eyes flickered over to you. Instantly, he beelined it directly towards you. Once within your grasp, he hugged you from behind.

Someone. He was trying to find someone, and that being you.

You tensed up, feeling your heart skip. His arms tightened around your waist as he pressed his forehead into your shoulder. He let out a deep long heavy exhale as some internal weight lifted off of him.

Lucienne bit back a smile. You glanced at her with wide eyes, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks. She knew of your small crush on the Endless, a secret she swore to keep. “I will finish later, there are other things I must do,” she said with a slight playfulness in her voice.

You wanted to call out to her, to tell her not to go, but all those words died on your lips. Once she disappeared from sight, you let out a small sigh. She will give you grief later.

“Apologies,” Morpheus murmured, still clinging to you. You tensed at the soft hypnotic timbre of his voice. “It has been a … difficult morning.”

With each passing second, the stress continued to melt off of him. How could one hug, one touch from you, calm him so immensely?

“It’s ok,” you tried to keep your voice steady. “Just took me a bit off guard.”

“Should I -“ he slowly removed his arms.

“No,” you blurted out. “It’s fine, really. You just looked so … so … angry earlier, I didn’t know what you were going to do.”

Morpheus sighed, returning his arms around you grateful for it. “Again, I am sorry if I alarmed you.”

“Please you don’t have to apologize. If I can bring you any kind of comfort then I’m happy to help.”

His arms gave you a small squeeze, almost as if in a silent thank you. “You truly are a wonder to behold,” he whispered.

Your heart fluttered at his touching words. “How so,” you asked with a giddy smile as you placed your hands over top of his.

“You can always calm my chaotic emotions.”

You turned your head slightly to peer at him from the corner of your eye. All you saw was his messy ruffled hair. You leaned your head towards his, and lovingly rest it against his. “Always happy to help,” you whispered softly into his hair.

Morpheus was thankful to have hid his face, for he knew if you looked at him you could see his unspoken love for you. A mortal who went from stranger to confidante. His dear mortal whose words and touch can assuage any turmoil within him. His infatuation that held his heart in a way he could not comprehend. His love who he hoped would stay by his side when he gathered the courage to ask.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

Thank you for everything.

“Of course, I’m always here for you,” you hummed.

[markiemelon]

ordinary

fluff ─ ੈ♡˳ no warnings! ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

idol!jaehyun x gn!reader

this one’s for all my delulus out there!

{6:33pm} ♡‧₊˚ ↴

it wasn’t his job that made him ordinary, it wasn’t his talent, and it certainly wasn’t his looks.. but it was the little things he did, like wanting to go to the convenience store with you at 2am even after a long day of photoshoots and promotions.

it’s starting to get colder, and leaves are turning brown again. just like it was when you met him. this time of year makes you remember the first time you crossed paths.

you were working at a cafe, your first day, first job. he, of all people, walked in. you felt your heart stop and start again. of course you knew who he was, but you didn’t dare say anything. you kindly welcomed him, holding back the urge to ask for a picture or an autograph.. you were too shy to do anything like that.

you’ll never forget his order. in fact, it still hasn’t changed. you called it out. “extra hot caramel macchiato, two pumps hazelnut, extra whipped cream.”

he was off to the side of the counter, jotting something down on piece of paper. his head perked up at your call, and he smiled.

he payed in cash, and managed to slip something in with it. a little folded up sticky note wedged in between the bills. you wouldn’t have noticed it if it hadn’t slipped out and fallen onto the floor. “oh, did something fall out of—”

“don’t worry. that’s for you.” he interjected, taking the change you held out for him in your hand. “well thanks. have a nice day.” he nodded on his way out.

after watching him exit in awe, you picked up the note. a string of digits was written across it in really poor handwriting. it read ‘text me?’ but it actually looked more like ‘taxi man’

but you couldn’t focus for the rest of the day. seeing him in person was enough to shake you up, but for him to hit on you? you got a least 4 orders wrong after that.

when you finally got home, you were hesitant to type the number into your phone. did he really mean to give it to you? that’s dangerous… for all he knows, you could be a sasaeng.

you ignored any doubts and just did it anyway. you had no idea what to say. not wanting to freak him out or act like a crazy fan, you went with something simple.

hi are you the guy from earlier? caramel macchiato?

shortly after you sent it, you got a response.

yeah that’s me

you stared at your screen expressionless, trying to process what was going on. and then another text came through.

sorry that note was so sloppy. actually i was worried you wouldn’t be able to read it

im jaehyun by the way. could i get your name?

all you could do was laugh. it was unbelievable.

surprisingly, you slept pretty well that night. but you woke up a little disappointed, thinking you’d just woken from the best dream ever. you picked up your phone to check the time only to see a message from a number that had yet to be saved as a contact.

you working today?

you took a second to notice the messages above it, where you exchanged names. your heart fluttered, but then it dropped. it was already noon and jaehyun’s text is what reminded you that you had a shift at 1:15. your thumbs slammed against your keyboard to respond.

yes i totally forgot

you pulled yourself together in like 10 minutes. hair kinda messy, eye bags on fleek, you head out. you were in such a hurry, it didnt occur to you to check if he responded.

nice. i’ll see you there

but you left him on delivered.

you made it just on time. you reached for the door handle but someone else beat you to it. a familiar voice spoke. “here, i can get that.”

you weren’t expecting to see jaehyun right beside you, and you obviously weren’t used to seeing his face up close and personal. “oh it’s you-” your hands instinctively covered your mouth in surprise. “what are you doing here?” you avoided looking directly at him as you made your way inside.

he followed behind you. “i have a day off.. and i was craving coffee.” you rubbed your cold hands together. “is that so?” heading to the back to put your things down, you tried hard not to show how nervous you were.

you came back out with an apron, and you made sure to fix your hair up a bit. jaehyun was standing on the other side of the counter like he was ready to place an order, so you had to think of him as any regular customer. “what can i get for you today, sir?”

“can i get a… date with you?”

at that point, it had started to sink in. that you actually had a shot with this guy.

“sir, that’s.. not on the menu.” you teased with a sudden confidence, looking him in the eye.

yes, this was jeong jaehyun. but at the end of the day, he was still a man. and like any man, you wouldn’t let him pull you so easily.

“it’s not?” he answered, his gaze lingering on you so naturally. “hmm…” with a quick scan of the menu, he continued. “a caramel macchiato is fine, then.”

one thing led to another, and the untouchable superstar jaehyun you couldn’t believe was real, was now the annoying jaehyun who refused to leave your home.

jaehyun, the unreachable idol who travels the world, performing at sold out stadiums, is still jaehyun, who sleeps through his alarms, and sings in the shower…

now you know he’s not unreachable or untouchable, but it was still hard for you to understand how such a special person… could really be so ordinary.

thank you for reading 🌱 reqs always open

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Another Lucifer Rant | Lucifer x Reader

I'M BACK BABY

Give this man a dorky partner ffs.

Lucifer Rant (Pt. 1 kinda)

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUT +18, Fluff, Some mentions of overstimulation

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Imagine Lucifer at his best. Sure, when you first get together, it's rocky. He needs someone to help him rediscover himself, and that takes a lot of time and energy from both of you. But after a few years, you start to see who he used to be; When he was an elder angel, daring to break the rules and pursue his dreams no matter what. It occasionally led to some destruction, but seeing him now able to recover from it so easily? It melts your heart. You were sure he wouldn't withstand the failure, but he can handle it. He can handle it because of you.

You praise him for branching out into other inventions and creations, but you'll always love his little ducks more than anything. That being said, you're not the only one seeing his creativity thrive. Hell managed to become a brighter place, with golden decorations and structures that were purely made for public enjoyment. Maybe Charlie's rubbing off on him, but he's finally taking charge of his realm and focusing on his subjects. Seeing Charlie at her best only fuels him more. She's living the life he wanted to when he was her age, and now, he had some catching up to do. He was determined.

PDAs:

With his confidence growing, he starts becoming more comfortable with PDAs. You never minded them, but it was nice to see him letting out his emotions in any way. He started off by holding your hand around others. Even though he would always become a blushing mess, even pulling away if he got too embarrassed by you smiling so geniunely at him, it was progress. It then became something he almost whined about when it wasn't happening. He wants you to hold his hand until it's uncomfortably sweaty and even after.

Lucifer would give small pecks to you as well, on your cheek when you walked in the room, your hair if you were sitting and he had access to the top of your head, and when he was in an especially good mood, a sweet peck on the lips before he'd leave.

Truly, the hardest part was saying I love you. In public and in private. What a strange phrase to get so flustered over when youve been with someone for years, and it did take years, but when he said it to you for the first time you damn near cried. After that, you would try to pepper it into conversations casually, in hopes his embarrassment or shame in the phrase would dissipate. Eventually, it did, and he grinned every time you'd say it, eager to return the phrase.

Now, you do your best to respect his boundaries, but one day it just slipped out of you, in front of a few residents and staff, one of them being Charlie. You didnt realize what you had done wrong, and honestly most of the others in the room didnt either, but once you saw Lucifer's overwhelmed expression it clicked that you may have messed up. You looked around to gauge the room and casually walked over to his shrinking form.

"I'm sorry, my love." You leaned in a bit to whisper to him," Do you need to step out? Should I say anything?" You did your best to stay calm, to be his anchor in this situation, but he cleared his throat and picked up his voice a little louder than your previously hushed tone. "L-Love you, too..! Sweetheart.." it was a small intimacy, but dear lord, were you proud of him. You could tell he struggled to do that, even if no one else paid attention to it. His eyes darted to Charlie, who was suddenly meeting his gaze from the other side of the room, and her eyes were absolutely wide and full to the brim with pride.

You had a few conversations with Charlie about everything. She didn't want too many details, just an update on how he's handling himself when she's not around. As he would get better with confiding his feelings to others, he would eventually talk to Charlie about issues and concerns, but for now, you were happy to relay the news to her.

He's her father, of course she wants nothing more than for him to be happy. It's not like she didn't see his struggle, so she couldn't help but feel pride for this little affection and any of his progress. She was quickly pulled away by Vaggie to avoid an outburst of happy tears in front of everyone, which Lucifer didn't mind. You gave him a quick peck on his forehead after looking around the room and took your seat next to him, continuing a conversation that you barely remember starting.

There were some situations where he would let you perform the PDAs. Sometimes, you would push his limits just to see how far he'd go. He wasn't super into movie nights, but Charlie really loved the idea of watching and discussing movies with wholesome values; an exercise to get people to know eachother amd have healthy debates on certain topics that definitely wouldn't turn into arguments. It happened about twice a month, good movies becoming harder to find in Hell.

You sat next to him close enough that your plush thigh was against his leg. He didn't seem to care too much, I mean, he loved it, but he didn't get too flustered. You would reach your arm around the back of the couch to simulate wrapping your arm around his shoulder, brushing your fingertips across the back of his shirt every now and then. The first time you did it, it took him by surprise, but after that, you could see the enjoyment of your touch.

You made sure to sit on the couch behind everyone else. Otherwise, he would feel the need to constantly look over his shoulders. You would try a few things, like placing your hand over his, then interlacing your fingers, then bringing it to your lips whenever the screen would go black and plunge the room in darkness. He seemed to handle it pretty well.

One night, you'd start off by leaning towards him and sitting on your legs, resting your head on his shoulder. He would respond by hesitantly placing his hand at your waist. You snuggled into him a bit more, making him redder in the face, but also giving him a subtle you're doing great.

If he did ever get too uncomfortable, he'd pull a blanket up and around both your shoulders, giving him a sense of security. On another night, you tried to pull him into you. It happened throughout the movie. You would pull him in by his waist, and he would scooch closer to you, then he would prop his arm up behind you and press his cheek against your shoulder. This was definitely a favorite position of his. Some tiring days, he would nod off. You made sure to wake him before anyone noticed.

Privacy:

After a while, he'd especially love touching you in private. When you would sit on his little couch and work on your own things in his office, he would take breaks and come over to lay his head in your lap. If he's lucky, you'd be reading or doing something where you only needed one hand, so your vacant fingers could be used to lightly comb through his hair.

He would take any chance to be above you, leaning down over the couch when you were sitting and giving you light kisses, or wrapping his arms around you while he stood on the elevated platform his workbench was set on.

With all the issues he had to overcome, you noticed he never really seemed too upset over his height. He was an angelic all-powerful beast, it's not like he was forced to look that way. I mean, you saw him shapeshift, he could easily add a few feet to his height. Actually, sometimes it seemed like he enjoyed the height difference. Whenever you would have to bend at the hips to give him a level kiss, he would make the goofiest grin. Or when you'd wear heels, he would constantly offer to fasten them on your feet and shower you with affection, then in public, he'd place his hand around your hips instead of linking your arms like usual.

Goofy Stuff:

His overly confident mask that he would use to intimidate others and laugh off serious situations was finally becoming more sincere. You loved seeing him that way, bringing smiles to everyone in the room when he spoke. When it was just the two of you, all his energy went into making you smile. And it always worked, he would make you giddy.

He loved to simply be around you. When you had to get ready for some kind of event, he would sit next to you at your vanity, simply watching you doll yourself up. He'd praise you, "you look so beautiful, darling~" then he'd tease you, "you know, i think that color would look much better on me." And you weren't one to back down, applying a thick layer of gloss to your lips and pulling him in to transfer as much as you could onto his lips. You pulled away, unphased, and went back to your makeup. "Hm! I agree! I'll let you wear it more often, then." He'd stammer out some sort of angry reply and cross his arms over his chest, having to admit defeat.

When you'd come home and would need to wash your face, you'd repeat your skin care routine on him. He didn't need it, but he loved to feel your hands touch and massage his face. In exchange, you'd force him to let you groom him (preening his wings, maybe cleaning up his eyesbrows, styling his hair in new ways, etc.) If you had the energy for it, that is. It was like clipping a cats nails. But the reaction and the outcome were so worth it.

You'd do his makeup on occasion, sometimes going far too dramatic for his taste just to watch him struggle to admit it wasn't his style without insulting you. You'd admit it was on purpose, and he'd tackle you playfully. Like before, you both ended up with the same lip color afterward.

You loved to get eachother flustered, sometimes youd pat him on the bottom when moving past him just to see him dramatically gasp." My love, we're in public! Right in front of Keekee??" He'd dramatically gesture to the cat who quite literally left the room while he was talking.

He'd blow into your ear when you were distracted, sending a chill down your spine. You'd knock your head into his on purpose, and he would swoon, crying out about being mistreated. Truly a theatric man.

Overall, he was finally bringing a geniune confidence to the table and you couldnt be prouder of him.

18+ Intimacy:

He was quick to discover he liked all the fluffy, cuddly stuff, but it took him years to rekindle any kind of sexual attraction to anyone. It was another big insecurity that he had, wondering if it was one of the reasons he drove Lillith off. It's not like he had anything to compare his work to, but he definitely didn't need to worry. Practice makes perfect. (And he was with Lillith for thousands of years.. so... plenty of time for practice.)

At first, you'd take the lead. You didn't mind. You loved taking care of him. After he'd suggest you two become more intimate, you'd still have to stop after some deep kisses and light grinding. Not that he would finish so soon, he just didn't have the stability to even imagine going through a night with your intimate gaze on him for so long. After a while, you'd start sitting on his lap, constantly reassuring him and giving him praises for doing so good. "If you need to stop, let me know, my love. Tap me -" you would lead his hand to the top of your thigh, " - if you can't find the words, okay?" He would let out a nervous chuckle, subconsiously giving your thigh a soft squeeze at the motion before nodding his head.

You had to talk him through everything, and dear lord, did he love hearing your voice. As ironic as it is, he would melt at any praise you gave him." You're doing so good, sweetheart," "You like that, love? You look so beautiful right now~", "Mmm, keep that up, you're doing so well." No matter how much you tried to keep your voice calm and sultry, he really enjoyed and almost preferred your hitched breath and sweet words directly by his ear. The phrase that got him going more than anything? "I love you, Lucifer." The combination of those words and hearing his name slip from your lips almost always made him whimper quietly.

When you first heard him whimpering, you would subtly check on him, making sure he was doing okay without embarrassing him and calling it out. Oh, he was doing okay. More than okay.

You would usually proposition him, but sometimes, he would blatantly ask you if you two could be intimate. It was always so cute when he did that. But one day, he asked shyly for you to sit, then he hesitantly sat on your lap. Your rosie cheeks grew even redder, and you placed your cool hands on your face to try and calm yourself. It took you a second to finally look up at him, his expression even more embarrassed than yours. You hated to admit that it made you feel better, but it really did. You took your hands and placed them on his cheeks, which were much hotter than yours. He rubbed his face into your palm, his hand holding your wrist to keep your touch close.

After a moment, he'd lean down to kiss you, it was just bliss. The rare view he had, looking down to meet your eyes, left him happy to give in to his more intimate desires. After being seated on your lap for so long, and finally adjusting to the unconscious grinding that would go on, he'd start to reach for the edge of his pants without much thought. Once he had pulled out his shaft, your eyes would quickly widen and break away from the kiss to assess the situation. Before you could, he lifted your head back to look into his eyes, suddenly glowing red. "P-Please, can I.. i don't know if im ready for, b-but- I need - " his eyes were a threatening color, but you noted that he was still struggling with this decision. He still needed some time before letting you touch him that way.

You pulled him in for another kiss, "I won't look or touch, okay? That's what you want?" You clarified, running your hands through his hair. He nodded shyly, his hand still holding onto himself. You smiled and reconnected your lips. "Okay, love. I don't mind at all - " you reassured him, taking his free hand and kissing his palm. Looking up at him through his fingers, you grinned into his hand, grazing your teeth down his wrist." I would be honored, actually." You say bravely, the situation giving your boldness a boost. He would let out a nervous laugh that seemed almost too loud, then follow it by sucking in his lips to not embarrass himself anymore than he already has.

Keeping up with his speed, you did only what he was comfortable with. Doing only what he wanted from you. It made you almost arrogant to feel him stroke himself and whimper into your lips, getting off just from your kisses alone. You would break away only to leave some soft kisses on his neck. You attempted to leave a hickey or two below his jawline, but he quickly tapped your thigh, wordlessly telling you that was too much. "Good boy~" you'd breathe against his neck, seeing his chest heave at the words. You moved down to his collarbone and chest, slowly beginning to suck in and bite his porcelain skin there. He let out a muffled agreement and nodded his head, more accepting of somewhere that would be easier to cover. You left almost too many bruises on him after that. To be fair, any blossoming mark was exentuated against his sensitive, white skin.

It didn't take too long for him to finish after that. He let out a gasp, then a muffled moan as you felt some of his fluids leak onto your stomach. He didn't even let himself get over his high before pulling a tissue out of thin air and cleaning you up. You let your head lean back, looking towards the cieling as he situated himself, keeping your promise to not look until he's ready. "O-oooh dear.. That was... Gross, right? Sorry.." You quickly look at him and scoffed, holding onto his face and pulling it close. "Don't say that, Lucifer..! Thank you for trusting me with this..." You brushed your thumb across his cheek, his expression still disheartened." I wouldn't have let that happen if I didn't want it, you know that. Besides, if you're really concerned, i'll just have to join you next time." You teased a sly smirk across your face. His eye twitched, and you could feel the heat in his face return." Good lord, I don't deserve you." He squeaked out before standing up and almost tripping over himself, complaining about his stiff legs right away.

Side note: I feel like when he would complain about being sore at all, you'd joke at him and say things like, "Oh, don't be a baby." And he'd reply with a joke, "Woah there, save the dirty talk for the bedroom." And that's what triggers you to start calling him baby any chance you could get, especially in the bedroom.

Going all the way was a big step. He was more comfortable starting on top of you,  but just like before, he realized how much he preferred, loved, to have you ride him. You made sure he had the tapping system in effect, but he would constantly check on him the first time he asked to try it this way. You were almost ashamed to admit you got a bit carried away. With you almost hitting your high, you probably took on more than he could handle. You didn't realize until you looked down at his face. His eyes were shut tight, a tear or two rolling down his heated face, and his lips were parted and letting out pathetic little noises. A face that some might see as a demon drunk on sex, but you knew you had taken him a little too hard. You slowed down, his breath finally becoming lighter." I-I'm sorry.. I-I -" his voice was raspy as his began apolgizing." No - don't be. I'll be gentle." You finally started back up, a slow grind, after letting him catch his breath. "Remember to use your words, baby - " You took his hand and planted it on your thigh as another reminder to communicate his thoughts. He nodded, a slight hitch in his breath as you spoke. You went on to cherish a more intimate night with him.

That's how it started, but as time went on, your playful relationship came to the bedroom. Lucifer would be in the middle of grinding his hips into yours, attempting to say something flirtatious in your ear when his voice would crack, or he'd say something that didn't come out right. You'd cover your mouth in an attempt to not laugh." Oh, cmon! I'm trying to be sexy here." He'd waggle his eyebrows at you and youd bring him into a smiling kiss. "Well, i'd say you're doing a great job, babe." You spoke so sincerely afterward that he'd become a little flustered. "O-Oh.. you.. think so..?" You hummed against his ear,

"Nope~"

He'd let out an aggravated groan and start to get off of your lap." No-no! I'm sorry, i'm kidding! You're sexy, come back!" You'd laugh out, reaching for his hips and planting him back onto your lap." Damn right, I am." He'd grumble, smashing his lips against yours in a suddenly intense kiss. In all honesty, probably to shut you up.

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You love him so dearly. You barely realize how much he loves you, maybe due to how badly he struggles with his words. As time goes on, all Lucifer wants is to give himself to you. Give every little bit of his love to the one who's spent so much time caring for him and helping him become a better person. He'd sometimes consider that he could never be able to return the favor.

But he would. You knew he could.

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I'll still take requests for some Luci prompts if anyone's thirstin'

Also, I have over 100 followers?? Which i wasn't expecting to happen when I first made this account (literally made it just to look at Hazbin smut if i'm outing myself) So thanks for all the support! This is such a great community 🥹

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‼️[ TW: stalking, obsession, yandere Jinwoo au, dissing on sylus i dont hate him this is for content. ]

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He knew that fucker was trouble the moment he saw you drool over him. Jinwoo didnt do anything at first, he hasn't completely swallowed the system on your phone.

And yet everytime, you prioritize that grandfather looking asshole over him.

What's so interesting about him anyway? That he runs a damn mafia wannabe faction with a tacky name?

He's rich? Yeah and? So is he. So what the hell?

As Jinwoo tried to fight through the system that trapped him in this damn trance, he watches you turn your attention to a man with silver hair— Your heart beating for him.

It made Jinwoo so infuriated, the way that fucker makes you smile. The way that old man dares to steal something that was his from the very first place.

He's been with you far longer than that bastard ever did so how come you're suddenly abandoning him for a man that calls you 'Kitten'?

He's always there for you, watching over you, he accompanied you through your most stressful days. Jinwoo was the first, the precious box in your heart was always for him to stay in. So why is there another guy threatening to kick him off of his place?

Why?

Why?

WHY?

Isn't he enough? He leveled up so hard already, he went through wars to see that face of yours light up— So why? Is it because the novel version of him had a bride? Is that why?

Fuck.

That's a different Jinwoo.

That Jinwoo is a fool, this Jinwoo is all yours.

It was making him mad, the more he spent time in that tiny cage of codes in him— The more he spirals as you pull away from him.

Those precious eyes that had always been there for him, those orbs that gazed so lovingly at him— Jinwoo feels so him in your eyes.

When you look at him, he was Jinwoo.

Not the shadow monarch.

Not the strongest hunter.

He was just Jinwoo.

So why?

Why must you replace him just like that? Is he that forgettable? Is he that easy to replace?

Was your love for him so shallow all this time?

As he slumps on his prison, black tears would pool in his eyes.

He was silent for a while, almost beating himself into letting you go.

It's okay.

It had always been a crush.

It's fine.

What is he acting like a heartbroken teenager for anyway?

If it makes you happy, then that was alright. All that matters is that you are healthy and happy.

After all, if you love someone, shouldn't you set them free? Shouldn't you choose to let them go and chase after happiness?

As long as your pretty little face isn't weeping, as long as your little heart is protected then it should be alright.

Even though he wanted to be the only person in your eyes, even though he wanted to be the only person in your precious heart.

Jinwoo is no longer your darling.

The memories you built with him are no more.

All of the affections that have grown have come undone.

His little kingdom in your dreams has already come apart.

Jinwoo already lost you, he barely managed to protect what is his outside of this lonely prison.

Everything that is his gone.

He really should be fine with it.

He should be.

He should be.

......

But when he saw Sylus kidnap you into another world, he went mad, his prison instantly went berserk.

The green code suddenly turned into monarch purple, the shadows that he thought he lost suddenly came swirling beneath him.

How dare that fucker try to play the role of the grim reaper by kidnapping you in darkness?

How dare that santa in dark-mode looking asshole frighten you like that?

How dare he make you flinch like that and to top it off that bastard dared to touch your lips.

Those lips that belongs to him were stolen.

That woman he protected from nightmares is being taken.

Jinwoo's blood rushed as a vein popped on Jinwoo's jaw.

He's the shadow monarch for fuck's sake.

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Becoming Sylus's trophy girlfriend/wife whatever... Was quite the experience.

Spoiled.

Pampered.

The most delicious food at your fingertips.

And luxury goods you could have only dreamed of in your previous life were at your beck and call.

Sylus's black card?

All your for you to take whenever you wish.

You could buy all of of Linkon at this point.

The man allowed you to travel around Linkon to admire it's pristine beauty. N109 zone is too risky to explore so he lets you enjoy yourself in the city.

But somehow, you swear you're becoming a little too anxious these days. It feels as though a pair of eyes are watching you.

You try to brush it off as it's just Mephisto following you wherever.

But the more the shivers happen, the more paranoid you became.

It was as if the shadows were watching you.

Shadows.

Funny.

Suddenly, the image of Jinwoo would come back to your head.

Your fear of the dark disappeared because you thought Jinwoo would be there for you.

After all, he is the lord of the shadows.

But anyway, all of that is in the past. You have Sylus now.

"So you do remember me."

A voice suddenly rings out, making you drop the glass you were holding and it shattered on the floor.

"Now, now, sarang." The nickname rolls out of the stranger's tongue and a hand gently graps your fingers, intertwining your fingers together. "Careful there, love. You'll get hurt."

You look up at the tall figure and you instantly recognize who it was.

Jinwoo.

"Hm, at least the bastard was generous enough to make you more plump than compared to when you were alone. "Jinwoo hums, swiping his finger on your bottom lip and he pecks it affectionately, "Your prettier you are up close than you are behind that screen in my prison."

"Bold of you to dare touch someone else's prey" Sylus's voice snarled as he aimed a gun at Jinwoo's head from behind. "She was mine first when you decided to come in and screw up shit." Jinwoo replies, the edge of his dagger against the man's neck.

"Boss!" Kieran and Luke's panicked voices come into the room, bursting in as they held their weapons.

"We're sorry, we didn't see him come in" Luke apologizes, preparing to aim at Jinwoo.

"It's fine, this bastard is just a slippery worm" Sylus says, pressing the mouth of the gun further, ready to shoot.

"So you're bringing those two little mice to our little fight? I'd like for you to meet my kids then." Jinwoo snickers, smirking as he presses the blade further and the side of Sylus's neck would bleed. "Arise."

The shadows would hum, snarling even as the darkness whispered and solidified into multiple beastly creatures. Ten? No. Maybe there was more as the ceiling had a bunch of heads peaking out— Starving to get a taste of human flesh.

"Ah, I forgot you're a troublesome necromancer" Sylus snickers.

"W-wait!" You panicked voice comes out, squeezing yourself between the two and pushing them apart.

"Kitten?"

"Sarang?"

"You can't, no!" You protest, panicking. "I-I'll run away if you do!"

It was a ridiculous thing to do, run away? From what? A shadow Monarch and the Leader of Onychinus?

But somehow the two men were silent looking at eachother before clicking their tongues and complied.

"Stand down."

"Beru, don't touch the rascals"

Beru clicks his antlers, as if pouting as he moved away from the twins.

"Y-you can't fight, not like this!" You say, trying to get the both of them to ease up.

"Then how do you expect us to do this?" Jinwoo crosses his arms, hiding his dagger away.

"Kitten, if you dont want us at eachother's throat then at least make something up."

"Well..."

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"......"

"......"

And that's the story of how you managed to sit down two scary men on a table playing... Kitty cards.

It's not a bad idea really, whoever wins gets to date you. Not so bad.

Minus the fact that the two kept on getting ties because they are both highly intelligent and calculated idiots that they just deflect one another.

What?

They're both cat boys anyway.

One is a grumpy white cat.

One is a grumpy black cat.

"Woooh, let's go boss! Kick his ass!" Luke and Kieran cheers with their pompoms.

"Kieek, my liege you must win this game!!!" Beru says, his little head hovering on his shoulder.

"You all shut up before I tear you apart myself"

Wow...

Even the way they shut people up is the same.

Jinwoo: You goddamn santa claus wannabe that cup was mine. Sylus: I don't see your name in it. Sylus: Did you just remove my cat with that damn assist card? Jinwoo: That's what you get for being born.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: What? You expected another ending huh? How's that? /j. I wanted to make a crack fic at last because the idea of sitting down two crazy ah bastards to play kitty cards and just reduce them to 2 little shits just insulting eachother is funny and I'm here for it xD!!! ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ — All stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[onepiece-fics]

How would the strawhats react to you having a nightmare?

Content: x reader fluff. Established relationship. No particular warnings.

It’s 3 am and you wake up in a cold sweat. You’ve just had a horrible nightmare that felt too realistic. You look around your room to make sure you’re in reality before you decide to sneak away and go to your s/o’s bed.

Luffy

It takes you a few tries before you manage to shake Luffy awake, he is quite a heavy sleeper after all. When he opens his eyes you’re not even sure that he’s fully awake yet, his eyes darting around the dark room before they settle on you.

“Huh? Y/n what’s wrong? What time is it?” he asks you, confused. You look down at the floor, embarrassed to say.

“I had a nightmare, Luffy. Can I sleep with you for the night?” you ask him with a blush on your cheeks. A sleepy grin forms on his face and he snickers.

“Of course you can” he says and pats the place on the bed next to him. As you lay down he tangles his limbs around you and falls back asleep almost immediately. You lay your head on his shoulder as you too fall back into deep, sweet slumber.

Zoro

When you got to Zoro you hesitated. Should you wake him up or should you just cuddle into him? It’s not like he’d wake up anyways, right?

You end up trying to climb over his sleeping body as you try to get into the other side of his bed, struggling to not accidentally punch him in the face. As you lay down you lightly hold on to his bicep for comfort, you had just woken up from a nightmare after all.

Suddenly, Zoro stirrs in his sleep. His eyes open up slowly but surely and when he sees you laying next to him, he just stares. You smile back at him, unsure if he’s still sleeping or not. He raises his head to look around the room, trying to see if any of the other guys noticed you, but theyre all asleep.

“What’s up?” he whispered, voice deep with sleep. You shiver at the sound of his voice.

“I had a really scary nightmare,” you tell him “it felt so real that I didn't dare to be alone”. He gives you a lazy smile and wraps his arm around you so that you end up with your head on his chest.

“Well, don’t worry y/n, you’re safe with me” he says before closing his eyes once again. 

Nami

When you had walked over to Nami’s bed you saw how incredibly cozy she looked. It would be such a shame to wake her up, so instead you try to sneak into her bed to cuddle her from behind. The moment your knee hits her bed though, she stirrs.

“Y/n? Is something wrong?” she asks as she sits up and rubs the sleepiness out of her eyes. You shake your head. “I just had a really scary nightmare so I figured that maybe I could sleep next to you…” your sentence falls off, feeling awkward having to explain yourself. She takes your hand and pulls you down to lie next to her. Your arms tangle around each other and Nami starts playing with your hair.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” she asks. You shake your head, her fingers in your hair already relaxing you enough where you dare to close your eyes.

As you finally fall asleep, Nami smiles and gives you a kiss on the top of your head before she too drifts away to sleep.

Usopp

“Usopppp… Psst, hey!” you whisper at him, trying to carefully shake the man awake. His eyebrows furrow as he wakes up and his eyes light up as he sees you standing by his bed. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asks as he takes your hand in his. You start climbing over his body to lie down next to him.

“I had a nightmare and I can’t go back to sleep”. Usopp yawns and does a big stretch before pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Would you like for me to tell you a bedtime story?” he asks, a tired smile forming on his face as you nod. 

He starts telling you a story that you could swear he’s already told you 5 times, but in all honesty, it didnt matter. His voice and his embrace was enough to soothe you back to sleep. 

Sanji

When Sanji finally woke up after you poking him, he first thought he was still dreaming. With a goofy, dreamy smile on his face, he looks at you, his eyes full of love.

“My dear, what are you doing up so late?” he asks you as he caresses your cheek.

“I had a nightmare… And I was hoping that maybe I could sleep next to you tonight” you tell him. His face immediately lights up, waking up faster than ever.

“Of course my love,” he says and scoots over and pats his bed, “come right here”. You climb under the blanket with him and he twists and turns to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

“I’m afraid Luffy’s snoring is quite loud, I hope it won’t keep you awake” he says, giving a dirty look to where the captain is sleeping. You giggle and shake your head.

“As long as I’m next to you, Sanji, I’ll be alright” you whisper. Sanji could swear his heart skipped a beat and he has to hold himself back from making any loud, excited noises.

“That makes me very happy to hear, dear. If there’s anything else I can do for you, just tell me, okay?” He says as you enter his embrace. Listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the sensation of his fingers running across your back is well enough to make you fall asleep right away, despite the captain’s snoring.

Robin

You climb into Robin’s bed silently, thinking that you won’t disturb her sleep, but as you plop down next to her, she suddenly opens her eyes.

“Y/n? Is something wrong?” she asks, worry in her voice. You smile at the concerned look on her face and shake your head.

“No, I just had a nightmare and I got scared” you whisper. The look on her face immediately goes back to normal and she moves a hairstrand out of your face. 

“Are you okay, dear? Is there anything I can do for you?” she asks. You take her hand.

“I’d just like to sleep next to you if that’s okay”. She gives you a soft smile and moves the two of you over in a better position so that you can bury your face in her neck as she plays with your hair and gives you kisses on the top of your head randomly until you fall asleep, having completely forgotten about your nightmare.