#but they also start to slowly fall for Reader

[innorality]

16 SHOTS – V. Sanji

~ summary : sanji shotgunning you during sex → the practice of one individual exhaling smoke into the mouth of another.

~ authors note : holy shitttt this idea is so sexy ILL MELTTTT like sanji blowing his smoke into your mouth while smashing ur brains out (brains that have already melted with the amount of nic u inhaled thru him) makes me wanna [redacted] 😖 also this is terribly rushed im sorry ���

~ content warnings : smoking, shotgunning obvi, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected, 2 orgasms 😼, afab reader, fluff at the end

Intoxicated. that's the only word that you could think of to describe how you felt at the moment. matter of fact, could you even think at all? you felt completely delirious as sanji's cock kept hitting dangerously deep inside you.

"you feel so fucking... good- fuck..." sanji's hips were occasionally stuttering but they never failed to hit those honey-coated spots that made you more woozy than any substance ever could. your mental state was impaired, making it difficult to process the intensity of his thrusts despite being intoxicated and slightly overstimulated. he casually smoked his cigarette, the low burning sound sounding louder than usual.

matter of fact, everything felt too much. you felt like his hands were everywhere at once, your eyes couldn't focus on any object and your ears were ringing, barely registering the sweet nothings sanji was moaning into you ears. "sanji- do... do it again, fuck- please!" a sudden twitch of his dick inside of your warm walls had you interrupting yourself with your own moans.

placing his cigarette between his lips, he says, "better open wide," finally, he chuckles, taking a long drag before taking the cigarette out of his mouth, inhaling once again and finally, with his lips inches away from yours, he blew the smoke out of his mouth and into yours as you inhaled it and blew it out right onto his face. "h-holy shit..." the mix of nicotine and utmost pleasure had you drooling, eyes unfocused as he kept pounding into you, in and out and in and out.

"fuckkk... how was that, hm? you want more sweetie?" he freed the hand that was previously holding your breast hostage and lowered it to use two of his fingers to rub tight and rapid circles around your clit, making you clench around him. "holy sh-shit sanji, fuck! I'm gonna... think m'gonna..!" he cooed in awe of the sight, seeing you like this made him hold back the need to cum right then and there.

he kissed your neck before slowly sucking on it, "I know baby, go ahead, sanji's got you..." his whispered comforting words had you falling over the edge, your cunt clenching over and over again around him, strings of his name followed by a few 'thank you's were being pulled out of between your lips and he savored every second of it—so much that he had to resort to biting his lip in order to not give in to the pleasure and cum with you.

you noticed that sanji didn't stop thrusting and rubbing, even when your high started to die down. "sanji, fuck, wait! I'm s-still sensi- oh my-" you barely had a the time to breath before sanji decided to steal your breath away once again—as overstimulation was slowly taking over every ince of your body, he decided to drag on his cigarette again, slowly killing the space that was between his pink lips and yours once more. knowing what was to come, and even though your entire being was aching for a break, you mindlessly opened your mouth, waiting for him to blow the smoke into your mouth.

when he did, you wasted no time inhaling it again, blowing it out of your nose. and then, when the nicotine started to hit again, it hit hard. you felt like your entire body was limp and boneless, and you were suddenly oversensitive to everything. "did i fuck you too dumb, baby? cute." upon noticing that, sanji took it as a sign to give you everything he had to give and more, thrusting way faster and dangerously deeper, his tip kissing your cervix from time to time. his skilled fingers also got to work, rubbing your clit as if furious.

this time, a wave of blinding pleasure hit you without a warning, your eyes rolling back to your head, temporarily blinding you. you didn't even realize you were gushing before you felt sanji empty his balls inside you, moaning and whimpering while grabbing you tightly. his cigarette was still in between his lips, and his hips were pressed against your pelvis, plugging you while his cum, overfilling your pussy, started oozing out of you.

finally, when you both had calmed down, he pulled out, collapsing on top of you while putting out his cigarette. "we should..." he caught his breath, "we should do this more often," you placed your hand in his hair, playing with it slowly. "oh definitely, I've never squirted like this..." you giggled. "want me to cook you something?" you hummed, "maybe later, I really wanna cuddle right now."

[brawberryz]

Get away from me

DARK Yan! Batman × Reader

《Platonic!》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

The wind whipped the windows of your apartment that you thought could easily break them

It was another cloudy and rainy day in Gotham which wasn't unusual

Everything in this fucking city was strange and more so with the recent news that came out, apparently some kind of "hero" has been patrolling the streets of the city

But nobody was happy about that, the sound of the television was playing but you didn't even deign to listen, it was the same as always there was nothing interesting

The same news about batman or that's what the strange individual called himself, the authorities asked that they not leave their houses and they stayed inside

You thought that those measures were too extreme, it was just a man (possibly with mental problems) wanting to "save" a city that didn't even want to be saved

The apartment was dark, your mother wasn't there she had called you saying that she would stay a little longer until the rain stops being so strong and dangerous

She had asked you to close the doors and windows, apparently she She had also believed the news about Batman

You thought that people were making too much fuss about something so stupid, it was just a crazy man walking the streets of Gotham in a ridiculous bat costume

You let out a tired sigh and curled up on the couch, you were too tired to get up and go to your room to go to bed

Everything was quiet until you heard a loud noise, you quickly got up looking for where the noise was coming from, the noise was not coming from inside it was coming from outside...

You slowly approached the window and opened it, you looked down and there you saw it

You couldn't see very well what it was, it was a kind of strange shadow but it had a human shape, you thought it was some criminal passing by, your neighborhood was not the safest of all (although no neighborhood was safe unless you were rich)

"Hey, idiot!"

You spoke loudly so that thing could hear you, you could see how it turned towards your direction and you spoke again

"Whatever you're doing try not to make noise, there are people trying to sleep!... imbecile"

You said that last thing as a whisper, you looked at the strange shadow one last time and then closed your window

Sometimes you wished you could move out of this city, but unfortunately you had no other alternative

You decided to go to your room once and for all to go to bed, you were sure that your mother wouldn't come back until dawn and you weren't going to waste your hours of sleep, you had already slept badly enough this week

You went to your room and threw yourself on your bed as soon as you entered, the sound of the rain was a comforting noise in your room full of darkness

_

Your eyes slowly opened trying to find something to hold on to, you started to hear footsteps outside your room

You thought your mother had returned from work, you got up halfway to check the time on your phone

'2:30'

You barely managed to sleep for 2 hours, you were going to go back to sleep but you heard another noise again, this time it was something falling to the floor, maybe a glass or a plate

Curious you gently opened the bedroom door, the hallway was completely dark, you tried to turn on the light but the switch didn't work

Great

The light had gone out...

"Mom!"

You screamed into the hallway, no one answered which made you arch an eyebrow

Strange... you said in your head, you repeated the same thing again but there was no answer either

You gathered your courage, turned on the flashlight on your cell phone and a lamp as you put together

You knew it wasn't the best idea but you couldn't just sit there with your arms crossed, you weren't going to allow something to enter your home

Maybe it was just some rat, there were too many rats in this apartment maybe it was just that, or that's what you wanted your head to believe

You walked slowly through the dark hallways trying to illuminate with the flashlight as much as you could

You swallowed hard to turn around to go to the kitchen, you tried to illuminate as much as you could but you could barely see where you were walking

You felt that something was behind you, you quickly turned around with the lamp in hand to hit the intruder, but there was nothing, you illuminated the whole place but nothing

It seems your senses had failed you

As you went to walk backwards you felt your back hit something hard

Shit

There was no logical explanation for this, you were literally in the middle of the room, you weren't close to anything to lean on

Don't look back

Your breath caught in your throat, whatever was behind you was much stronger and bigger than you

You felt a heavy breath on your head, a cold, rinsed hand touched your arm

You felt so disgusting from that touch, your body was telling you to run, push him and scream but you couldn't

It's like your body was in some kind of shock, you were paralyzed and very scared

Somehow you managed to push the intruder and get out of his grip, you tried to run to the door but you felt something embedded in your feet

Glass

A loud scream came out of your body when you felt as the glass became more and more embedded in your feet, but that didn't matter you had to get out of here

You limped towards the door, the floor was covered in blood, if that thing didn't kill you you were going to bleed to death

But before you could open that fucking door you felt something grab you and throw you to the floor

You tried to get out of that thing's grip, you kicked and scratched but it seemed like nothing was working

And you saw his face

Batman

Your eyes filled with tears, you felt his gaze on you, like his eyes pierced your soul

With your last breath you tried to grab your phone that was lying on the floor

Please

Please

You could barely reach your phone you felt the man's hand grab your head and then

BAM!

He slammed your head into the wooden floor, that blow could have easily cracked your head

Your vision blurred and for a split second you could see a creepy smile on the man's face

He grabbed your unconscious body in his arms and then opened the door

Finally after so much time he was able to find you, it had been so long since he last saw you

But now

Now he had you all to himself, and you would never leave his side again

No matter how much you ran, hid or screamed

He would always find you

His dear daughter

You must not cry

He just wants you to know that he hurts you because he loves you

I didn't like the result of this so much

but I decided to upload it because I already had this shit in drafts, sooooo

[mysterymachine67]

hey! could you write an m!reader dean fic? literally anything is fine

Pairing: Dean Winchester x M!reader

Summary: Dean being waaay to loud as you fuck him.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

I hope you like it! This takes place in the bunker, but if you’re not up to that season yet it could also take place in a hotel with you and Dean in separate rooms.

Your lips crashed into his. The taste of him still lingering on your tongue from previous activities. Dean’s hands reached out to grab your shoulders. Squeezing harshly when you hit his prostate. When you pulled away he chased after you; a string of spit connecting your lips.

He clenched around your cock, causing a moan to fall from your lips. You pulled out—the tip catching on his rim before shoving yourself back in. A punched out moan filling the room. Sam was up. For sure. Last time you and Dean saw him he was studying lore. You’re sure he’s still doing it. Hopefully not listening to you and Dean at the moment (more so Dean but Dean is Dean and he would yell at you for bringing it up).

Speaking of Dean he pulled you down on top of him. Arms wrapping around you as he whimpered into your ear. One of his hands finding its way to your hair and grabbing. You let out a grunt at the small amount of pain.

“More—“ He cut himself off with a long moan. Shutting his eyes then clenching his jaw to try and suppress any further noises that might come. “Hm?” You hummed against him. Moving a few inches back so that you could plant a few kisses from his shoulder, to his neck, then to his jaw. Dean moved his hips ‘n squirmed to try and get you deeper into him. You took notice of his actions and decided to help him out.

You grabbed his legs and hauled them over your shoulders. Then picked up your rhythm again and plunged your cock deeper into his hole. Watching as his face scrunched and cock twitch. His moans got louder and he seemed to tighten around you more often. “Please!” He let out. Hand tightening on the bed sheets. “What do you need, baby?” You spoke, tone low and gentle. Dean swallowed; his Adam’s apple bobbing from the action. You stopped your hips—hearing a weak groan as you did. His hand went down to his cock, started to stroke himself slowly. But the thing was he didn’t want to do it himself. He wanted you to do it.

“Touch me..”

“Can’t do it yourself?”

“Just-“

“Alright, alright.”

Your hand reached down. Stopping to wait for him while he moved his hand. Once your hand wrapped around his cock he let out a breath. You pressed a kiss to his lips when you started moving again. A whimper sneaking its way past. It was quiet and you barley heard it.

Once you found the right pace Dean got louder, and louder until you both heard banging on the door. It was Sam.

“Can you guys shut up?” He yelled, loud enough for you both to hear. The both of you like a deer in headlights. Safe to say Dean was much quieter after. With the help of you of course.

[liliavanrougelover]

the housewardens (and if possible also vice housewardens but not needed) with a reader that refuses to get up without a good morning kiss. like, they'll just lie in bed until they get a good morning kiss. then if one day they don't get one, they're pouting the whole day and just in a grumpy mood

No kisses?

Characters: Housewardens and vice housewardens

Warnings: Rook

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I'm a master procrastinator

Riddle Rosehearts:

He always gives you kisses anyways, it’s the best way to start his day after all

It’s how he wakes you up in the morning

A gentle kiss and a “Good morning”

If he does forget, he’ll be confused why you’re so upset during the day and when you tell him why he feels guilty

He apologizes for forgetting. Like a formal apology. “I, Riddle Rosehearts, would like to apologize…” etc.

As an alarm blares on his bedside table, Riddle slowly comes to consciousness. He lazily reaches over and turns his alarm off. He sits up and sleepily rubs his eyes. As he hears a yawn, he looks over to see his partner stirring from their sleep as well. He smiles and leans over to plant a gentle kiss on their forehead. “Good morning, my rose,” He whispers. And to Riddle, the only reciprocation he needs is the tired smile that comes to his partner's face.

Trey Clover:

He woke you up normally before

Just slightly shakes you and calls your name

When you tell him you want a good morning kiss, he’s fine with that

He wakes you up, kisses you, and gets ready for the day

He also gives you one after you both get dressed and have to part ways

If he does forget, he feels bad but also isn’t surprised that he forgot

He has a lot on his plate, okay? Of course he would forget something so small

But he’ll make it up by giving as many kisses as you want before bed

Trey's eyes softly flutter open as the morning sun kisses his face. He sits up and stretches, letting out a content hum as his back pops. He turns over to his partner and calls their name, his voice soft and husky. When they stir, he smiles at them. He leans over and gives them a gentle kiss before he gets up and gently urges them to get out of bed and start the day.

Leona Kingscholar:

Good grief

He doesn’t give you a kiss

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he wants you to stay in bed with him

If he does have to get up, he’ll give you a quick kiss and then go about his day

He doesn’t forget. Ever. It’s the one thing that stays consistent every day.

Most days he doesn’t give you a kiss until Ruggie drags him (and you) out of bed

The morning sun shines into Leona’s room and falls across his eyes, waking the lazy lion from his sleep. He growls and turns over looking for his partner. He moves close and pulls them into his arms. When they finally wake up, he sleepily greets them. He keeps his arms around them, laying in silence. Eventually the peace is broken as Ruggie comes in and pulls the blankets away from them, telling Leona to get up. Leona growls but obliges. He gives his partner a gentle kiss before finally getting ready for the day.

Ruggie Bucchi:

When he wakes up, he already has a lot to do so he doesn’t really take time to wake you up

If you wake when he does he’ll say a quick “good morning” before leaving

On the days where he doesn’t really have any work to do, he’ll stay in bed with you for a while

He’ll tell you about the dream he had, how much he doesn’t want to start the day, asks if he can copy your homework and anything else that comes to his mind.

When he does learn that you want a good morning kiss every morning, he’ll try his best

He doesn’t forget, but there are times where he does have to rush out the door and he’ll apologize later in the day

He’ll make up for any kisses when you two are about to go to sleep

As an alarm rings, Ruggie reaches over to his end table and turns the alarm off. He gets out of bed and walks over to his closet, getting changed quickly. He walks back over to his bed and gently wakes his partner. He gives them a kiss and rushes out the door to go work.

Azul Ashengrotto:

He usually just wakes you up by shaking you and calling your name

The first thing he does is wake you, says “good morning” and then gets dressed

When he learns that you won’t get up without a good morning kiss, he’ll be a bit reluctant but do it anyways

It’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, He’s just flustered at the idea (he gets more used to it as time goes on.)

When he forgets, he apologizes by having the tweels drag you to his VIP room and giving as many kisses as you want for compensation. He can’t be in your debt, after all.

He’s surprised to find out that he loves it. He loves kissing you in the morning and he loves when you kiss him in the morning

Don’t tell anyone though. If the tweels heard, they wouldn’t let him live it down.

Azul blinks his eyes open, groggily staring at the ceiling. He yawns and sits up, stretching his arms behind his back and sighing in content when his back pops. He looks over to where his partner still sleeps. He gently smiles as he takes a moment to admire them. He finally wakes them and gives them a small kiss and gets the same back from them. After another moment of admiring them, he stands and goes to get dressed.

Jade Leech:

He sometimes wakes you up with breakfast in bed (Floyd has complained about not getting his own breakfast.)

Other times he simply wakes you up with a call of your name and a little shake.

When he learns that you like good morning kisses, who is he to deny you?

Now he sometimes wakes you up to breakfast in bed with a side of kisses. And other times just kisses. And yes, that’s kisses with an “s.” He gives you multiple.

He doesn’t forget to kiss you. If he doesn’t kiss you, it’s because he finds it amusing when you’re upset over something so small.

But most of the times, he’s a good boyfriend and gives you the kisses you want

As Jade’s alarm goes off, he sits up and rubs his eyes. He turns the alarm off and turns over to see his partner still dead asleep. He calls their name and gently shakes them awake. And when they finally crack their eyes open to look at him, he leans over and kisses them. “Good morning,” he says. He stands up and stretches his arms above his head and then smiles down at his partner. “Would you mind waking Floyd while I get changed?” Oh dear, looks like his partner’s fallen asleep again.

Kalim Al-Asim:

He doesn’t usually wake up before you. Jamil wakes him up at 7- 7:30 in the morning

If you wake up before him, then you’ll have to wake him up yourself. And if you don’t, then you’ll have Jamil wake you up

He gives you kisses anyways.

He always greets you with a kiss, which includes waking up in the morning

When he forgets, he feels so bad. He’s apologizing so much while kissing every inch of your face

But he loves kissing you. The best part of his day. When he wakes up early he spends the entire time giving you kisses after every sentence he says

It was one of the few days where Kalim woke up on his own. The morning sunlight streamed into his room, leaving his room in a beautiful golden glow. He sat up, yawned and sleepily rubbed at his eyes. He turned to see his partner waking up as the sun shone on their eyes making them scoot closer to him. He giggled and leaned over, planting a kiss on their temple.

Jamil Viper:

He usually has to rush himself in the morning. Like Ruggie, he has work the moment his eyes open.

He does wake you up before he leaves. And it’s usually with a kiss.

When he has the chance to sleep in, he’ll wake you up with kisses and just lay in your arms, letting his worries melt away

When he doesn’t kiss you and you get upset, he apologizes but also tells you that he does need to work

He makes it up to you by making you’re favorite meal

Jamil’s eyes slowly flutter open as he gains consciousness. He sits up and rubs his eyes. He looks over at his lover, sleeping peacefully. A soft smile paints his face as he looks at their peaceful appearance. He moves closer and wraps his arms around their neck before planting kisses all over their face.

Vil Schoenheit:

He wakes up fairly early. Not because he has work, but because he has the “early bird gets the worm” mentality

He wakes you up after his shower so that you won’t have to wait to take your own.

He doesn’t kiss you unless you ask him to. He doesn’t know where your boundaries are, you need to tell him.

He will give you as many kisses as you want before he does his makeup.

If he ever forgets, he’ll give you as many kisses as you want along with a mini spa in his dorm room

Vil sits up in bed and turns off his alarm on the bedside table. He gets out of bed and goes through his usual morning routine. Washing his face, brushing his teeth, taking a shower and brushing his hair. After that, he walks back to his bed and sits down next to his partner. He calls their name and plants a gentle kiss on their forehead. “It’s time to wake up, darling,” he gently tells them as they stir from their sleep.

Rook Hunt:

I’m sure I’ve said this before, but he never sleeps. He just lays next to you while you sleep. And he wakes you up when your alarm goes off.

When he learns you want a good morning kiss, who is he to refuse? So he wakes you up with a forehead kiss.

And once you get up and get ready, he gives you another kiss

And he never forgets. Ever. The only times he doesn’t kiss you is because was busy. And he makes sure to kiss you everytime he sees you throughout the day to make up for it.

The moment the alarm goes off, Rook reaches for the bedside table and turns it off. He turns to his partner who's nestled comfortably in his arms. “Darling,” he softly calls, rousing them from their slumber. “Good morning,” He says, planting a soft kiss on their forehead.

Idia Shroud:

He doesn’t usually wake you up. Ortho does. He wakes both of you up, and Idia says good morning, gets up, and goes about his day.

When you tell him you need a good morning kiss, he shuts down. He needs to be rebooted like he’s the robot.

He’ll do it, it just makes him very nervous.

He will occasionally forget, but Ortho reminds him before the day actually starts so it never becomes a problem

Ortho himself will give you a good morning hug

“Time to wake up,” Ortho says, floating into Idia’s room with an inhuman amount of energy. Idia groans and rolls over to wrap his arms around his partner. Ortho grabs his blankets and starts pulling, urging them to get out of bed. Idia drops a kiss on his partner's forehead and then rolls out of bed.

Malleus Draconia:

He already wakes you up with a kiss. Every morning without fail.

When he learns that you want that, he’s happy that you two were on the same page about good morning kisses

He also wants one from you as well

He never forgets. Ever. Not once in his life. It’s the best part of his day.

It doesn’t matter how busy his day is, he’ll give you a kiss and get his kiss in return

Malleus’s eyes flutter open as the sun peeks through the curtains of his window. He sits up and yawns. He turns to his lover just in time to see them pull the blanket over their head. He chuckles and leans over them, “It’s time to get up, love,” He gently says, pulling the blanket down. He kisses their temple and then urges them to give him a kiss as well.

Lilia Vanrouge:

He won’t get up in time to do so. He always has to rush to class because nobody can wake him up

On the mornings that he does, he will give you all the kisses you want. He might even be late because he was kissing you

When he learns that you want good morning kisses every morning, he decides to set an alarm. 100 alarms. None of them wake him up.

But that’s fine. He’ll just make it up to you by kissing you ten times everytime he sees you.

As the sun shines into the curtains and falls across Lilia’s eyes, the fae growls. He pulls the blanket over his head and cuddles up to his partner. “Close the curtains,” he whines, nudging them. He climbs on top of them, the blanket still over his head, and starts planting kisses all over their face.

[partoffantasy]

Fool's Heart (Part 1) - Liam Mairi

summary: reader has always brushed off Liam’s flirting, knowing he never stays with one girl for long—but when she finally admits to herself that she wants more, she finds him with someone else. Heartbroken, she avoids him until he confronts her.

pairing: liam mairi x fem!reader warnings: angst word count: 1.8k

Part 2: Click here

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Y/N sat on her bed, staring blankly at the stone wall across from her, her mind a tangled mess of emotions. She hadn't meant for this to happen. Falling for Liam Mairi was never part of the plan. He was a flirt, a charmer, someone who never stuck with one girl for long. And yet, here she was, her chest tightening at the thought of him with someone else.

Y/N had never cared about Liam’s reputation. At least, that’s what she told herself. He was the golden boy of their squad—brilliant in battle, effortlessly charming, and infuriatingly attractive. But he was also a flirt, one who never lacked new romances. Twice a week, without fail, another girl would slip into his room, and twice a week, Y/N would bury herself under her blanket, pretending she couldn’t hear the muffled giggles or the sound of a door shutting a room away.

Earlier that day, they had been in the training yard, catching their breath after sparring. Liam leaned against the wooden post, his shirt damp with sweat, a lazy grin playing on his lips. "You know, Y/N, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking you like what you see." Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Liam, I could be blindfolded and still land a hit on you. Maybe focus on your footwork instead of flirting?"

Liam let out a dramatic sigh, pushing off the post to step closer. "You wound me, truly. Here I am, offering you the privilege of my undivided attention, and you just throw it away." She smirked, shaking her head. "Undivided? You were flirting with that second-year cadet not even five minutes ago." Liam chuckled. "Jealous?" Y/N scoffed, shoving his shoulder lightly. "Please. I just think it’s funny that you recycle the same lines. You should at least try to be original."

His grin widened. "Oh, but I am. See, the thing is, none of them get the same treatment as you.” She felt her stomach flip at his words but masked it with an unimpressed expression. "So, what you’re saying is, I’m special?" Liam leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "Very." Y/N stared at him for a beat before shoving him again. "Go shower, Mairi. You stink." His laughter echoed as she turned on her heel and walked away, but she couldn’t shake the warmth spreading in her chest.

A knock on her door snapped her out of her thoughts. "Y/N? You in there?" Violet’s voice was gentle, but firm. Y/N hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Yeah, come in." Violet stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She took one look at Y/N’s expression and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, spill." Y/N groaned, running her hands over her face. "It’s nothing." Violet snorted. "Bullshit. You've been weird around Liam for weeks. And before you say anything, I've seen the way you look at him. What’s going on?"

Y/N bit her lip, hesitating. Then, before she could stop herself, the words came tumbling out. "I think—I know—I have feelings for him. And it’s driving me insane because he’s Liam. He’s never serious about anyone." Violet nodded slowly, as if she had already known. "What changed? You guys have always been close, but something’s different now." Y/N exhaled sharply, her mind flooding with memories. "It’s always been there, I think, but I just ignored it. I didn’t want to acknowledge it because I knew it wouldn’t matter. He flirts with everyone. But lately... lately it’s been different."

Violet crossed her arms. "How so?" Y/N let out a humorless laugh. "It’s the little things. The way he always makes sure I have my favorite seat at the table. How he somehow remembers the exact way I take my tea, even though I only drink it when I’m sick. The way he teases me, but it’s never too much. He always knows when to stop, when to be serious."

She swallowed hard before continuing. "A few weeks ago, I was freezing after drills, and he just—he just wrapped his jacket around me without saying a word. He didn’t make a big deal out of it, didn’t expect anything in return. And then there was that night after sparring when I was exhausted, and he just sat with me in the common room, letting me rant about how much I sucked. He told me I was strong, that I was getting better. He said he believed in me." Y/N let out a shaky breath. "It’s stupid. I’m being stupid. He is just a friend."

Violet shook her head. "It’s not stupid, Y/N." "It is," Y/N insisted. "Because at the end of the day, he still has a different girl in his bed every other night. And I’m just another cadet in his squad." Violet studied her best friend for a moment before sighing. "Look, I won’t pretend to know exactly what’s going on in Liam’s head, but I do know one thing—he cares about you. I see it. We all see it. And maybe, just maybe, he’s been waiting for you to see it, too."

Y/N shook her head. "And what if he hasn’t? What if I go to him and he laughs in my face? Or worse, what if he doesn’t even care?" Violet grabbed Y/N’s hand, squeezing it. "You’ll never know unless you try." Y/N hesitated, her heart hammering in her chest. And then, with a deep breath, she stood. "Okay. I’m going to talk to him."

By talking to Violet, she had found the courage to do something about it. To go to him. To knock on his door and tell him that she—The sight of him stopped her cold. Liam was leaning against his doorway, shirtless, his pale skin illuminated by the flickering hallway torches. And in front of him, pressed against his chest, was a girl.

Blonde, beautiful, draped in nothing but one of his shirts. His hands rested on her waist, his head dipping close as he whispered something that made her giggle softly. Y/N’s stomach twisted violently. She should move. She should run. But her legs refused to work. All she could do was stand there, helpless, as Liam’s lips found the girl’s neck, as she curled into him, as his door clicked shut behind them. And just like that, everything shattered.

A sharp inhale burned her lungs. She pressed her fingers against the cold stone wall, willing herself to breathe, to stay upright. But it was impossible, because the truth had never been clearer. It had never been her. Not really. She had let herself believe in something that was never hers to have. That she was somehow different. That the way he looked at her meant something. That she wasn’t just another girl who could be so easily forgotten in the morning.

Gods, she was an idiot. A broken laugh escaped her lips, bitter and self-deprecating. Of course this was how it would end. Of course she would be the fool who thought Liam Mairi could be anything other than what he was. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned on her heel, her vision blurring as she walked away. She would be fine. Eventually. But tonight, she let herself grieve the fantasy she had so stupidly let herself believe in.

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Y/N spent the next week and a half avoiding Liam like the plague. She skipped meals when she knew he’d be in the dining hall, trained at odd hours to avoid crossing paths, and stuck close to Violet or Rhi whenever she had to be in the same room as him. But it was impossible to avoid him forever, especially when they were in the same squad. 

Liam noticed. At first, she thought he might not. He had enough distractions—flirtations, fights, responsibilities—to keep him occupied. But by the end of the second week, it was clear he had run out of patience. His stares had become more pointed, his usual teasing remarks absent, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

That evening, as she tried to slip out of the training hall before he could catch her, a strong hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through her, but she forced herself to stay rigid, unreadable. “Alright,” Liam’s voice was low, rough, tinged with irritation. “What the hell is going on?” Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she turned to face him. His piercing blue eyes bore into hers, full of confusion, frustration, and something else she couldn’t name. Her pulse pounded, her instincts screaming at her to run, but his grip on her wrist—firm, steady—held her in place.

“Nothing,” she muttered, attempting to tug her hand away. He didn’t let go. “Bullshit.” His voice sharpened, his brows drawing together. “You’ve been avoiding me for days—weeks, actually. You barely look at me, you leave the second I walk into a room, and don’t even try to deny it because I see it every damn time. You won’t even spar with me anymore. What did I do?” His voice softened just slightly at the end, the frustration laced with something dangerously close to hurt, and that nearly broke her. But she refused to let him see how much this was tearing her apart.

Y/N clenched her jaw, anger bubbling up—not at him, but at herself. Anger for feeling this way. Anger for thinking she had been special. Anger for hoping. “You didn’t do anything, Liam,” she snapped, her own voice betraying the turmoil inside her. “That’s the problem.” His brows furrowed, his head tilting slightly as he tried to piece her words together. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

She let out a sharp exhale, shaking her head. “It means I’m an idiot,” she bit out, her chest tightening with every word. “It means I let myself think—just for a second—that maybe you were different with me. That maybe I actually meant something to you.” Liam’s grip on her wrist slackened slightly, his expression shifting from frustration to something raw—something she couldn’t bear to see.

“Y/N—” “I saw you,” she cut him off, her voice cracking despite her best efforts. “That night. With that girl. And I felt like a fucking idiot because I actually thought—” She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head at herself. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” Liam’s lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. And that silence, that hesitation, was worse than anything he could have said.

Her throat burned as she swallowed against the lump forming there. “I have feelings for you, Liam,” she admitted, the words barely more than a whisper. “And I hate myself for it.” Then, before he could say anything, before he could see the tears welling in her eyes, she yanked her wrist free and turned away, walking off before the weight of her own words could crush her completely.

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WILD FLOWER — CHO SANGWOO

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ PAIRING — Cho Sangwoo x Pregnant!reader

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ TYPE — Fluff, little bit of angst?

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ NOTE — Hey y‘all! this is my first fanfic on Tumblr, i do have some experience in generally writing things like this, but i have no knowledge when it comes to writing here.. so bare with me🤍 This is supposed to be a little fanfic about Sangwoo where he won the games and came home to his pregnant wife, have fun!

It was a cold afternoon, the sun wasn’t shining. Rain falling down the sky as Sungwoo came home from the Squid Games. He won. He didn’t know if it was worth it, killing his old friend for money? But he just had to.. he didn’t want his child to grow up poor. He knew he needed to, for his baby, for his wife.. and for him.

He got the keys out of his pocket as he opened the door. „Y/N? I‘m home,“ He said. He never told her the truth, where he was. Or what he did. It was always just a business trip in America.

„Sangwoo?“ A soft female voice called out, slowly walking to the door. Her shocked face turned quickly into a surprised and happy one. She immediately hugged him.

„Finally! You’re home! I missed you a lot.. The business trip must‘ve been really tough.“ She let slowly go of him, her hands wandering to his shoulders as she looked into his eyes.

„It was, but we got the deal. We have enough money now, jagiya. Our little trouble maker will have a good childhood, i promise.“ He sighed. The memories still played in his head. It was like a nightmare. He got a card, which would give him access to the bank account. He didn’t planning telling her how much he won. After all, 45,6 billion won was a lot of money.

„Really? Ah.. it makes everything easier, i‘m happy everything went well.“ She smiled. She closed the door behind him to not let more rain into the house. Sangwoo got out of his shoes and hung his jacket next to her‘s. Everything was tidy.

His wife turned to him, she was holding his hands as she guided him to the kitchen „I was just cooking Tteokbokki, do you want some too?“ Sangwoo‘s eyes shined, he loved her Tteokbokki, and maybe, just maybe he can calm down a little. He kissed her forehead

„Of course Jagiya, your Tteokbokki is the best!“ Y/N giggled at his compliment before putting something in a bowl, she got out two plates for each of them. „Let me help you. You shouldn’t do so much, the baby can come any time.“ He took the plates from her and put them down, after he went again for chopsticks.

Y/N was already sitting at the table, deep in thoughts. „Something was wrong with him.. he isn’t like this normally.. hm“ Sure, Sangwoo was a big Introvert, he didn’t show a lot of emotion. But he always had a soft spot for his wife, after all it’s his first, and only love in his whole life. It did something to her. But she didn’t bother saying anything, if there’s something, he would tell her.

Y/N and Sangwoo ate together the meal she cooked. „Thank you for the delicious meal darling, I missed your cooking. In the States there wasn’t a lot of Korean food“ She smiled at his compliment, like she would always do.

He loves her smile, it always brightens the room. „Really?“ Sangwoo nodded, before looking down at his food again. „Ah, Sangwoo?“ He looked back at her, a curious look. „Lets go to the States sometimes yeah? I really want to go! Also we should go to your Mom, she misses you a lot yeah?“

Sangwoo‘s heart started to warm up at the mention of his Mom. She loved her a lot, she also didn’t know anything about what happened, and he also couldn’t tell her at all. „Oh really? We should go to the States if you want to go that bad“ He chuckled, he finally had the money again to go anywhere she wants, give her the life she dreamed of. „And for my mom, why don’t we go there together tomorrow?“ Y/N nodded, she replied with a short sure, and they both continued to eat in a comfortable silence.

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Y/N was already laying in bed, reading a book. Sangwoo was doing the dishes and did some callings. It was always like this, it was normal. Y/N thought.

Finally he was back home, the business trip was long enough, she missed him a lot. The door opened, a tried sangwoo behind it. „Baby?“ he called out, earning her attention. „Whats up?“ She put the book away, sitting up more than she was already doing.

„A… friend of mine passed away, she had a brother in a Adoption center.. it was her last wish that someone would take care of him.. I know we already have the stress with the baby.. but-„

Y/N stopped him, „Of course! The poor boy, oh my.. We should go see him after visiting your mom yeah? I‘m sure he‘ll be happy seeing a friend of his big sister wanting to take care of him.“

Sangwoo, sat down on his side of the bed, turning around to look at her. „Really? I have the money now.. let’s buy a bigger house, so we can fit him in..“ He smiled. he felt guilty for killing Sae-byeok. She would’ve died anyway, but after hearing what she said to Gi-hun, he wanted to atleast let her last wish come true.

„That sounds wonderful. I‘d love to, let‘s plan everything tomorrow yes? You should go to sleep now.“ Y/N kissed him, a passionate kiss on his lips, Sangwoo let himself fall into her touch. It made him feel loved, the feeling he missed for the last days.

He nodded and layed down himself, he was exhausted. He turned of the lamp on his left. The two wished each other a good night before drifting of to sleep together.

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„You’re a monster Sangwoo, it was a mistake loving you. Why did you do that? You killed for money, like a greedy animal. Killing your friends without a second thought. Lying to them.“ Sangwoo stood in a empty room, it looked like the Squid game‘s. Infront of him his Wife, it felt familiar but also so strange.

„Have you heard me?! A monster!“ the voice screamed this time. Anger could be heard clearly. „N-no.. it’s not-.. I-..“

„You can‘t excuse this Sangwoo. You‘ll be a Monster. No matter what you‘ll try or do. Its over!“ and out of nowhere his Wife fell to the floor. He ran to her. the only thing laying there was a dead body and blood. When he looked up, the room slowly started to write „YOU’RE A MONSTER“ all over itself. Sangwoo started to cry, shaking his wife‘s body.

„Y/N!! Y/N pease stand up! I love you haven’t you heard? Don’t leave me!!“ Nothing happened and out of nowhere the guards came in. Took his wife away and all he had was himself and the voice that sounded like his Wife’s which kept telling he‘s a monster.

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Sangwoo jumped up, sweaty and exhausted. He was shaking. He started to cry, the guilt and fear overflowing him as he sat in his bed. Of course this didn’t go unnoticed by the sleeping Y/N. She slowly woke up to the crys of her Husband.

„Sangwoo? Love? what happened?“ Still tired but worried she took his face in her hands, whipping away his tears. „I-it’s..“ he could barely talk, the fear keeping him from doing anything. „I thought i-i lost yo-.. you..“

„Shhh.. look at me, everything’s alright yeah? It was just a nightmare, i would never leave you.“ He couldn’t tell her the truth, atleast not yet. He would when the time was right, but now it would be too.. risky. Y/N kissed him passionately and slowly, letting him melt and calm down. Her hand was on his shoulder now, caressing it. It often helped him calm down a little..

Hey guys it’s me again! I had a lot of fun writing this so i hope y‘all love it🤍, I‘m maybe planning on doing a second part on this where he has a family and all and finally plans on tell her, if y‘all want to ofcourse ;). If you have any requests, just tell me! I‘d love to write storys with your ideas.

I write mostly about K-drama actors/characters and K-Idols! So anythinf in that topic would be fine🤍 Until next time !

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Flying the Coop

Gojo and Getou were supposed to love you as much as they loved each other. You even let them turn you into a vampire, so that you could all stay together forever. So why do you still feel like such an outsider?

Warnings: vampirism, human reader turned to a vampire, being referred to as nestling and little one, emotional manipulation, guilt tripping, coercion, cunnilingus, ass play, reader referred to as she/her, double penetration in one hole, cervix fucking, and lots of blood and biting. please let me know if I forgot anything and please enjoy!!

Word Count: 4.8k

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Fuck Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru. You didn’t need them anymore than they needed you, which wasn’t at all. They might’ve been the oldest vampires in the area, probably on earth, but you didn’t give a single fuck if they were only going to treat you like a pet. Not as an equal, despite your newly turned status, but as something they could gawk at and fuss over before pushing away to the end of the bed. Before you became something to grow tired of, before they fell back into each other, their love centuries older than you could ever comprehend, before you could ever fully mesh into their daily lives. 

As a human, you had been drawn to them since you were young and had heard tales of the devils living on the top of the hill. How they never grew old, how some of the townsfolk had gone missing over the years, how they only ever appeared at night, seemingly stepping right out of the shadows. But you weren’t scared of them; you never were. 

Although, you do tremble when you go knocking on their door one night, entire body lit up in anxiety and anticipation and worry for whether or not you’ll make it to the next morning. You try to hold your chin up high when the door creaks open ever so slowly—they always had a thing for the dramatics—and find two pairs of curious eyes meeting you on the other side. 

You ask to be their familiar, claiming to know what they are, how shitty they are at hiding it since you guys aren’t in the eighteenth century anymore. You fear that you might’ve said too much, become too snippy with such ancient beings, but they only laugh at you. Satoru did, especially, with his alarmingly bright blue eyes and shock of white hair, holding his stomach with his hand as he let out an almost screech of a laugh. Suguru had joined him with a smaller chuckle, shaking his head, his untied hair falling in thick strands across his face. 

And without much further preamble, do they let you in. Agree to let you become their familiar, even though they claim to not have had one in centuries, as humans lives are just so unnecessarily short. You should’ve known then that they were up to something, that the plan in the long run was never to keep you as a human pet. No, you were far too interesting, too new, too shiny, too pretty, for them to ever want to let you go. 

Five years into being Satoru and Suguru’s familiar, do they turn you into a vampire alongside them. You tell yourself that you wanted the transformation, but you start to think back on the idea now, wonder if it was ever an original thought, question when the idea first popped up on its own without their influence. The idea was always pretty cool to you; you could develop different and unique powers, you would be super fast, have pretty long fangs which was definitely a plus, but—

But you never truly wanted this for yourself, did you? A lonely nobody, exiled from their family for wanting to live with devils, turned away from by the people who used to love you when you were small. And now you had to walk the earth alone for the rest of your days, killing the people who used to look just like you, who you used to share bread with, spill blood together. And now, here you are; stealing it like the air from their lungs, greedy, your belly never truly full, always just on the precipice of starvation. 

Suguru says this stage will past eventually, that you’re just a nestling for now, still always hungry, still wanting to feed from its mothers mouth. But you have never known starvation to be so consuming, that all you can think about is filling your mouth with hot blood until it pools from your lips, only to follow the trail with your tongue until there are no traces left. 

You never really wanted to be a vampire, did you? You never wanted to live forever, to have to see all of your favorite people die, to learn to love new ones, just for them to leave you as well. You never wanted to hide in the shadows—the sun feels so good on your skin, its warmth, its softness a comfort against flesh that welcomed its heat. You miss the sun. You miss being able to go out during the day and laugh with others that didn’t cower at the mere sight of you. 

Satoru says this stage will pass eventually, that you’re just a nestling for now, still always yearning for a life that never served you any good. He tells you that you’ll learn to appreciate your new body, tells you how overrated the sun is, that being able to walk the streets at night without fear is better than any warmth the sun could give you. Besides, he had said, if you need warmth, I know a few ways to heat up the body? 

The undead body, you had to remind him, that never once inched up in temperature, that was always just a touch too icy for your liking when you were still human. And now look at you; as cold as them, thirstier than you’ve ever been in your entire life. It was selfish. The entire act of turning you was selfish. 

But at least you all could be a couple now, right? At least you would finally be one of them, on their level, despite the seemingly eons amount of distance of age between you and the other immortals? You would finally be more than just a pet, right? Right? 

How desperate you were to be right. How terrible that you couldn’t be more wrong. 

You were always just a plaything for them. Something they promised held an equal amount of weight in the relationship, but you were nothing more than a shared pup, something for them to love on and fuck and nuzzle against, but never something permeant, something more concrete. 

They had laughed at your outburst, only a few weeks after being turned. How your eyes had gone red and you started floating from the floor, your mouth stretched wide and your fangs bared so long. You only looked like a child throwing a temper tantrum, your fangs mere baby teeth that they couldn’t wait to coo over after ripping them from your head. 

“Little nestling,” Suguru had cooed, arms stretched open from where he sat on the expansive love seat, a tiny smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Stop making such a fuss and come lay down. You’ll tire yourself out much too quickly.” 

It was like you were talking to a brick wall, one that only ever viewed you as something tiny and petulant. Like you could be soothed by being cradled, rocked to sleep and easily taken care of, like your outburst and anger was simply a reason of your near constant hunger. Like you were less than them. (But you always have been, haven’t you? You’ve only ever been something so new and fresh and tiny? Never quite equal? Never quite measuring up?) 

“Cmon, little one,” Satoru had cooed next, his tone dripping in sarcasm, as he, too, opened his arms in invitation, mocking. “Come lay with mommy and daddy so we can make you feel better.” 

You could only stand there, floating back down to the floor as your anger washed away from you. A cold feeling sunk in instead, something detached, something so hurt and broken, that every unnecessary inhale felt like a sharp stab to your lungs. Their bickering about who was mommy and who was daddy fell on deaf ears, your eyes fading back to a normal color as you slowly turn away from them. 

They don’t even notice you’re gone, until your scent is only a lingering smell lingering by the front doors that you’ve left open. You hadn’t taken anything but the clothes on your back as you left, both hurt and angry that they didn’t come after you. That they let you wander for weeks and weeks alone. 

That was the curse of vampirism, wasn’t it? Needing companionship? Needing someone to be by your side? So why did they need you? Why make you when they already had each for so fucking long—why drag you into their arms, why hold onto you so tight, why—why did they let you go so easily? Why didn’t they fight for you? 

No other vampire would care for you as much as they did, not with their scent permanently mingled in with your own. Satoru and Suguru were some of the oldest, most strongest vampires to have ever walked the earth. Every other vampire knew not to fuck with them, nor the things that they staked claim on. It only made immortal life harder. 

You were still just a nestling, determined to prove yourself a fledgeling but—but hunting was so hard. You rarely had to do it on your own, always had Satoru catch the humans, Suguru dispose of the body. Now you had to do all of that without getting caught, without making too much of a scene wherever you went. You couldn’t—you couldn’t do it. 

Admitting defeat hurt more than you had expected it to, but you couldn’t remember the last time you ate, and you were only growing weaker by the days. Suguru found you, on the verge of being swallowed whole by the sun, laying on their front door steps, hand still posed midair to knock, too weak from hunger to do anything but lay there and die. 

Suguru only chuckled at the sight of you. Scooped up your limp body as if you weighed nothing, tutting at you the entire time under his breath, but you could just barely make out his smile. 

“Look at what I found decaying by our front door,” Suguru said after climbing the many steps, depositing you on the end of the bed that Satoru laid on, the curtains drawn to swallow the room in darkness. He lays you down gently, his touch cold, your body stiff, your stomach curling in on itself with hunger. 

“It took you too long to come home, little one.” Satoru had pouted, slithering down the bed until he hovered above you. He noted your chapped lips and faded eyes, how you kept easing in and out of consciousness. He smiled at the weak sight of you, holding his hand out as Suguru pattered over to the other side of the room, opening up the glass case that held too much blood for only two—three—vampires. Suguru hummed softly to himself as he poured a nice, heavy glass, passing it to Satoru as he sat beside your head, the blue eyed man grinning above you. 

“Do you want to feed, little one?” Satoru asks softly when you’re conscious enough to focus on his gaze, having the nerve to look just a tad bit scared, hopeless. You can only pout your lips the way you know he likes, always the one to concede so easily to your wishes. But Suguru tuts from beside you, positioning your head in his lap as he helps you sit up ever so slightly, Satoru pressing the rim of the cup to your lips. But he doesn’t tilt it, keeps the sweet smelling blood so close, yet so far from reach. You’re too weak to grab it for yourself, always so dependent on them, just the way they like it. 

“Then you have to promise to never, ever leave us again, little nestling.” Suguru says quietly, but his voice is firm. He holds your jaw tight in his hands, stops you from even getting a drip of blood between the cracks of your lips. He waits until you look up at him, his eyes a deep plum, his mouth set in a thin line. 

“Do you promise?” Satoru asks softly, teasing the cup to his own mouth, a threat to take it all away if you don’t comply, conform to their fucked up family where your only role is to always be chosen second. 

“I promise.” You croak out, coughing from the dryness of your throat, already starting to fade out of consciousness again from the lack of eating in so long. 

“Good,” Suguru hums, finally easing his grip from your jaw to allow Satoru to tip the cup to your mouth. “We’ll make a blood promise then.” 

You’re not sure if you hear the last part correctly, too busy wincing at how your fangs burst from your gums, how they bite into the glass cup that Satoru pours into your mouth. You try to sit up on your own, take the cup from him, but Suguru only nestles you into his grip, nuzzling you against his stomach, Satoru holding firm on the cup, controlling just how much you guzzle down second by second. 

“Poor little nestling,” Satoru coos with a chuckle. “Couldn’t even hunt on her own for a few weeks. You still can’t even hold your neck up by yourself, little one.” He presses gentle, soft kisses to the roundness of your cheek, watching the way you quickly start to gather your strength with every passing second, every swallow of the thick nectar. 

“But that’s okay, right, Satoru?” Comes Suguru’s teasing voice, running a finger down the slope of your neck, holding his palm there to feel the way you swallow. “She’ll never be able to leave us again. Our very own little nestling to take care of.” 

“Its time for us to take care of our little one now, don’t you think?” Satoru asks, pulling away the now empty cup, taking in the panting sight of you. You look so much like you did the day you left, all pouty and confused, wanting to be so big and strong on your own, not knowing that the umbilical cord was never actually cut. 

When you don’t answer, Satoru tilts your chin up to face him, Suguru dipping his head down to trace the faint lines of blood that escaped from the corners of your mouth with the tip of his tongue. You try to bite back a whimper, feeling much more like prey than you ever have, even when you were still human. 

“So weak and depleted.” Suguru hums, pulling you into his lap as he eases both himself and you to lay against the pillows at the top of the bed. He cradles your body against his own, your upper half curled toward him to lap at the blood that coats your teeth, your tiny little fangs. You pull away ever so slightly to watch Satoru crawl up the bed in front of you, akin to a snow leopard, all deadly predator with that glint in his eyes, with the way his smile curls up deviously at the corners. 

“What do you think, baby?” Satoru asks, but you’ve never had much choice in this relationship, have you? You nod, only to appease them, but you know they would’ve taken what they wanted anyway, in the end. And what they want—what they’ve wanted from you—was your pleasure. Even if it meant they never got off, even if it meant they would miss out on days and days of sleep just to torture you with their mouths and hands and cocks—its all they’ve ever wanted. 

Was it boredom, that had settled into their relationship? Is that why they had changed things up, brought you along with them? To be some plaything? To keep you needy and dependent on them, because what other vampires would worship you the way they did? What other vampires would spoil you? Hunt for you, clean for you, and fuck you nice and heavy after until you were drunk on being full, in more ways than you could count? 

So you lay there, and you take it. Let them do whatever they want to you, because they’ve always known whats best for you, more than you ever have for yourself, haven’t they? 

Suguru strips off his shirt as Satoru peels your own dirtied and tattered layers from your skin until you’re bared in front of them. Suguru guides your head to his chest, his nipple grazing your mouth as he forces your lips open, prying them apart with thick fingers. 

“You’ll need some of my blood, little nestling, to heal even faster.” He tells you, grazing his thumb on your elongated fangs until his skin splits open, dripping a few droplets of crimson into your mouth. “Bite me, right here, and feed.” 

You’re too high on the addictive taste of such old, powerful blood to care that he’s directing you to bite him right over his nipple, to suckle from his chest like the babe he’s always looked at you as. You’re too high on the taste of him to care about the sight you make; your head cradled in the thick bicep of his arm, his hair untied and casting a shadow over your face, his thumb caressing your cheek as you suckle around his nipple until his blood leaks from the corners of your mouth. 

Satoru only chuckles under his breath at the sight as he settles himself between your thighs, sticky and soft from the aphrodisiac that flows in Suguru’s blood. It was one of the special powers he was gifted after being turned so long ago, a secret that only the two of them share. It makes moments like these all the more intoxicating, knowing that you’ll be begging for both of them in mere minutes. 

Satoru bites you without warning, his thicker, longer fangs seemingly touching bone from how deep they reside in your skin. You whimper at the feeling, unable to pull away from Suguru’s chest as you grip the soft locks of Satoru’s hair. He bites from your stomach, to your inner thighs, your mound. His lips pull back from his teeth as he hovers over your swelling clit, in threat, in promise, laughing under his breath when you grip his hair even tighter and cry out around Suguru’s breast. 

“I’m only kidding, little one,” Satoru teases, pressing a bloody kiss to your folds, wet and loud and smacking. Your hips jerk slightly in response, body relaxing ever so slowly as you continue to swallow mouthfuls of Suguru’s blood, your head feeling light and heavy as the pleasure overcomes you. 

“So sensitive,” Suguru notes as he plucks your nipple from where he cradles you, how you whine in response, how you push your hips toward Satoru’s waiting, red mouth. 

He licks you, from your wet little hole to the tip of your clit, and when that isn’t enough, he repositions you until your thighs rest on his shoulders. Your ass doesn’t even touch the bed anymore, and thats the way he likes it, as Satoru carves a path from your rim to the top of your cunt. He licks you like that again and again until you’re dripping, slick and blood sliding from your pelvis to messy onto the old and expensive sheets beneath you. 

“Did you miss this, little nestling?” Suguru asks, cupping your cheek so that you could blink up at him through thick, fluttering lashes. Your lips are swollen from how much you’ve drunk from him, mouth red and pretty, draining him so much, but he can’t help but indulge you just a bit more. His baby, his sweet little thing. 

“How about this?” Satoru asks when you don’t answer fast enough, sucking your clit into his mouth as if the nub fills the entirety of it. He sucks at your clit the same way you’ve seen him suck Suguru’s cock; like its a mouthful, like the tip of it hits the back of his throat. But the pleasure is too good to complain, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your hips cant against his face, mouth falling away from Suguru’s tit. 

“Yes,” you pant, holding onto Satoru’s hair as he swallows thickly like your clit fills his mouth, holding your hips steady to fuck the throbbing little thing against his thick tongue. “Missed you both so much. S’sorry, I’m so sorry for leaving,” you slur, blood still thick and heavy against your teeth and gums, but they only coo at the desperate sight of you. 

“Poor baby,” Suguru mockingly pouts, slipping his fingers into your mouth, coated in his own blood, fucking them down your throat. You can’t stop your gagging, nor does Suguru want you to, his cock throbbing at the way your throat closes around his digits. He fingers your fang as he pulls his own out, gripping it between his forefinger and thumb, a threat. 

“You know, bad nestlings usually get their fangs ripped out by their sires when they disobey.” Suguru says softly, so easily, you would’ve thought that he was confessing his undying love to you with that tone. You want to panic, you tell yourself to get up, rip yourself away from them, save yourself, but you feel too good to do anything but lay there. You’re so close to coming; Satoru’s tongue feels so good against your clit, Suguru’s fingers stuff your mouth so good. 

“What do you think, Satoru?” He asks, tipping your head back with his grip on your fang, leaning down to ghost his own over the swell of your cheek. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper around his finger in your mouth, your voice lost beneath the slurping of Satoru against your clit, the teasing words of Suguru. 

“Be nice, Suguru,” the blue eyed man says quickly before attaching himself back to your clit, lashing his tongue against the swollen and fat bud. 

“Always so easy and quick to forgive, hmm?” Suguru teases, still not letting go of your fang, still holding you on the precipice of explosion. When he pulls ever so slightly, and when Satoru sucks your clit harshly into his mouth, do you finally tip over the edge. Cum so hard that your entire body spasms, your cries loud and echoing in the quiet house, trembling all over until you suck in a breath that you don’t need. 

As you come down from your high, you feel them moving you, rearranging you until you’re nestled between them, Satoru at your front as he kisses you sloppily with wetted lips. Suguru presses open mouthed kisses along your nape and shoulders, biting every so often just to hear you exhale shakily. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble after a few seconds of silence, burying your face in Satoru’s chest. He hums, rubbing at your flank as he positions your thigh to hook over his own, Suguru nuzzling in closer as you feel his cock poke at your inner thigh. You should’ve known that this wasn’t over yet, that they wouldn’t let you off so easily with just one orgasm. It was barely morning yet. For your insolence, you’d be lucky if they let you free anytime in the next month. 

“Show us how sorry you are by taking both of us at the same time,” Satoru whispers into your hair, his own cock sliding against Suguru’s as they fight for the space between you. You open your mouth to agree; its nothing new, letting them fuck you at the same time, one in your pussy, the other in your ass. But only then do you realize, that they mean in the same hole at once. 

“I-I don’t—”

“I thought you were so remorseful about leaving us all high and dry for so long?” Suguru asks from behind you, sliding his cock between your slick lips. 

“I am, but you guys haven’t even prepped me,” you’re cut off again by Satoru this time, who rubs his tip against Suguru’s, your slick the lube for them. 

“This new body of yours adjusts and heals so much faster than your old one. Why not try it out now?” He asks, tilting your head up so that you’re fully consumed by his gaze, by the blood that still stains his mouth, the brightness of his eyes in the dark room. 

You’re not sure you’re even allowed to say no. 

So you let them do whatever they please with you, as you always have, so dependent on their word and how well they’ll take care of you. It hurts, the way they stretch you, both pushing inside of your too small cunt at the same time. You cry out that it won’t fit, that one of them should’ve entered first then the other, that your ass is still an option. But they ignore you, kissing each other over your head, swallowing their own moans and gasps of pleasures as their cocks kiss inside of you, nestled much too close to your cervix. 

You feel like your entire lower half is ripping and splitting itself into two from the painful stretch; Satoru’s cock is so long, Suguru’s is so thick. You think you can taste them in the back of your throat when they finally settle both of their cocks inside of you, filling you to the brim. Vampires can’t cry, they can’t breathe, but you take a wet, shuddering inhale as you bury your face into Satoru’s neck, wrapping your arms around him as you struggle to adjust. 

But then, Suguru’s bleeding wrist is thrust in front of your face, and your head is so light, you don’t think twice before drinking from him. Letting his essence flow into you, how it suddenly makes the pain subside into something pleasurable, how you suddenly feel like two cocks stuffed in your hole is just enough. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper when Suguru gently pries his wrist from your mouth, smearing the still leaking blood against Satoru’s parted lips. He licks them, grinning, giving Suguru a knowing look over your head as they communicate silently. 

Satoru moves first, quick and much too harsh if you were still a human. You were sure you’d break if so, with the way his claws dig into your sides and how he pistons his hips much too fast for any regular eye to see. Suguru follows him at his own pace, leisurely, but deep, his tip kissing against your cervix with every thrust, until you’re sure he’s close to fucking into your womb. 

The differences of their paces is otherworldly, makes your crying out and moaning a jumbled mess of chords amongst their own noises. Sometimes they’re both inside of you at the same time, their tips fighting to press against your cervix at once, and other times, only Satoru’s tip is inside while Suguru nuzzles deep inside of you. The differences of their sizes makes your head spin, feeling like they’re touching you everywhere, inside and out. 

Satoru’s mouth is on yours; Suguru’s stealing you from him, his fangs pressed against your tongue; Satoru reaches around to push a finger inside of your ass with a bloodied and slicked digit; Suguru presses around to rub your clit with thick fingers, stuffing an extra finger in your already full hole just to feel you tighten up around them even more. They’re mean, laughing at your whimpers and cries, using you again and again until you burst around them, squirting all over their cocks, making an even bigger mess on the already ruined sheets. 

“Fuck, I missed feeling you cum on our cocks,” Satoru moans, scissoring two fingers inside your ass as Suguru keeps fingering at your clit, making your hips jerk and spasm as you try to claw your way out of their grips. 

“Cmon, you got one more in there for us, don’t you, little one?” Suguru teases, laughing when you vigorously shake your head and claw at his arm, drawing more blood to messy the three of you. They don’t take you seriously though, knowing that they’ll force it out of you if need be. 

And they do exactly that; fucking you, touching you everywhere, with their mouths, their hands, their cocks, until you cum again, squeezing them so hard that they reach their own peaks. Neither of them pull out, filling you up so thickly with their cum, you think you can taste it in the back of your throat. Your stomach feels heavy, as you imagine it bloating from how much they spill inside of you, both biting at different parts of your body as they spill rope after thick, hot rope of cum inside your aching pussy. 

And even then, when you’re spent and aching and tired and dripping with more cum than you thought possible; its not enough. Nothing has ever satisfied them, and you’re not sure if anything ever will. Not until you break for them, just so they could build you back up, put your pieces back together again. Only then are you sure, that you’ll finally be enough for them and their greed.  

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This is the Beginning [1/?]

Summary: You never thought you'd be able to escape Buggy, and yet, a boy with a straw hat, a man with three swords and a girl with orange hair somehow manage to free you. The journey that follows afterwards is your chance at freedom and maybe something more.

A One Piece Live Action Rewrite

Pairing: Live Action!Zoro Roronoa x F!Reader

TW for this chapter: mental and physical abuse, ableism, Buggy is a whole warning himself, you're also blind in your right eye.

Word Count: 5,963

A/N: Here it is!! The first chapter! I've already started the second chapter because I'm so excited for this series but thought I'd get the first chapter out and see what you all think!

Feel free to leave a comment, reblog or send me an ask on your thoughts! I'd love to hear them :)

Chapter One - Your Angel Eye

The day you’re born, your left eye holds the complexion of an angel.

Sparkling white, the gasps that echo around the bed of your mother are unanimous. It’s an eye that no one has ever seen before. The single eye glows in the dim lit room, ethereal and almost magical. Your mother’s nursing maid tells your mother it’s a miracle, a sign of something great. Says it’s like an angel was born that day.

Or, at least, it would’ve been had you not been born blind in your right eye.

Still white, but murky and fogged, your right eye is glaringly different from your left.

The blessing you’d been born with is instantly cursed.

And you’ve felt that curse every day since.

-

Cabaji’s grip is tight as he yanks you along. Pinching and painful, but you bear it all with no more than a wince knowing that worse will be waiting for you should you try and argue.

At least, it’s your intention not to make a fuss. But his pace is too quick for you and you don’t have the time to gather your bearings before your hip is digging into the edge of a table. It causes you to trip, losing your footing. Cabaji lets go of you in response, your world tilting as the realization that you’re going to fall dawns on you. A flash of Cabaji’s blue and white scarf flitters past your vision and you’ve no doubt that the man has slithered away before your fall could bring attention to him.

Letting out a short yelp, you expect to feel your knees dig into the hardwood of the bar floor, only you never hit the ground.

Blinking, you glance back, only then registering the hands on your waist as you meet a pair of dark-brown kind eyes staring right back at you. The man who’d caught you has the brightest smile on his face, lips stretched wide and teeth glinting in the dim light of the bar. You blink at him, taking in the straw hat on his head as you slowly push yourself to your feet, his hands pulling back in response.

“A-Are you okay?”

You hadn’t even noticed the other boy sitting with him. His voice comes out in a timid squeak of concern, eyes assessing you behind big, round glasses.

“Oh. Y-Yeah,” you mumble, voice quiet, before turning back to the boy with the straw hat who’d caught your fall. He’s still staring up at you with those eyes and beaming smile. “Th-Thank you,” you shortly bow, twisting your fingers in your grasp nervously. 

You’re about to take a step back and turn around when the boy calls out;

“What’s with the eye-patch?”

His question comes out blunt, asked in a friendly, curious town as he glances up at you. It gives you pause, body tensing as you frown down at him.

“Luffy!” His timid friend exclaims, lips parting bafflement. His eyes shift frantically from you to his friend and back, as if unsure of how you’ll respond. You don’t really respond in anyway, per say, just gape wide-mouthed down at the pair, bewildered.

Luffy just continues to grin up at you. “It’s cool!” He cheers, care-free and earnest. “Are you a pirate?”

You’ve no idea how to respond and you’re pressingly aware that the longer you take, the more angry Cabaji will be. You’re sure to already receive an ear-full, if not worse, after being stupid enough to trip over your own feet. You don’t even want to think about what will happen the more you make him wait.

“No?” Luffy pauses, for the first time his smile faltering. It’s only for a second before it returns. “Because I—”

You don’t stick around to listen.

Your body reacts on impulse and before you even realize it you’re spinning around and racing out of the bar before Luffy can finish his sentence. You don’t dare glance back to see his reaction and you hope the strange boy won’t do something as silly as try and follow you.

You’ve just made it into the turn of the alley when your arm is caught by someone. At first, you fear it’s Luffy, but when your head snaps round to look, you’re faced with the steaming expression of Cabaji staring back at you, eyes blazing.

“Does stealth mean nothing to you, you idiot?” He hisses, towering over you by the sheer height of him as you lean back, avoiding his eyes. “It’s bad enough you tripped on your own two feet, but then you went and talked to someone?”

Face twisting at the pinching grip on your arm, you bite your lip. “I-I just thanked him for catching me,” you whisper, trying to hide the shrill of pain from your voice. “I didn’t tell him anything!”

Shoving you back by the arm, Cabaji huffs; “you better of not. We can’t go back to Buggy empty-handed or with the marines after us. He’ll want his map back.”

Swallowing thickly, you hug your now free arm. You avoid Cabaji’s eye as he stares down at you, choosing to focus on your feet.

“Better not screw this up, Y/N. You remember what happened last time you disappointed Buggy, right?”

Shuddering at the memory, you quickly nod. “I won’t mess up again,” you assure, finally meeting his eyes as you nod frantically. “I promise.”

Cabaji just quirks a brow; “we’ll see.”

-

While you and Cabaji hadn’t been able to return the map to Buggy directly, you hadn’t gone back empty-handed. Of course, Cabaji was the one who got to deliver the good news while you were directed to go to your small tent and wait until Buggy came for you.

After facing a sneer or two from passing members of the crew, you’d finally made it to your tent. With a huff, you fall back onto the small cot sat in the middle of the tent, pulling your knees up to your chest as you let your head fall. You hated when you were sent on missions; it didn’t matter who Buggy paired you up with, they were awful. No one on the crew liked you and so they found it fun to torment you as much as they could. It was, however, no doubt that Cabaji was one of the worst.

The twisted acrobatic found a particular joy in causing you pain and fear.

Letting your eyes fall shut, you try to savour the moment of peace before it’s inevitably taken away. It’s a wonder to you, though, why the second your eyes fall shut you envision those dark-brown kind eyes from earlier that day. Luffy, his friend had called him. The boy with the beaming smile and a straw hat. Such a small moment and yet, it’s the first thing your brain thinks of the moment you’re given the reprieve to.

Was it because he’d caught you? Was it because he’d been kind, if not a little strange? You’re not sure, and it doesn’t matter anyways. Luffy, his friend and two others, an orange-haired girl and green-haired swordsman had stolen the map from the marines and therefore, were now targets of Buggy’s. There was only one way that ended.

“Long day then, my Angel Eye?”

You start at the voice, eyes snapping open as you suddenly find Buggy in front of you, grinning down at you with that manic smile of his. You hadn’t even heard him come in, not his footsteps or the flap of your tent… You can feel your heart start to race at the sight of him and you’re trying to ignore the tremble of your body as you meet his eyes.

“C-Captain,” you greet, biting your lip.

He sighs, as if annoyed by your stuttering. “Come now, sweetie. Surely, we’re beyond that pointless stuttering of yours.”

Frowning, you glance at your feet. “Sorry.”

Shaking his head, Buggy just rolls his eyes. “Look at me.”

Instantly, snapping your gaze upwards, you meet his waiting gaze.

He grins wide. “Take off that eyepatch,” he orders sharply. “You know I don’t like you hiding.”

You want to argue. You want to say no. But you know you’ll only pay if you do, so, with just a second of hesitation, you reach up with nimble fingers to pull off the black eyepatch around your eye. Within seconds, Buggy is right in front of your face, bright red-nose touching your own as he stares deeply in your right eye.

His grin is not at all warming and enjoyable as Luffy’s had been. Instead, as he stares down at you, all you want to do is crawl in a hole and hide.

“Ah, I never get tired of seeing it.” He laughs, voice pitching. “So glaringly ugly compared to the beauty of your left eye.”

Swallowing thickly, you bite back the hurt. Buggy has said much worse things about you after all.

“Captain,” you find the courage to speak, figuring he’s probably the happiest he’ll be with you in that current moment. “Are you going after the map?”

Smile falling, Buggy leans back. “Duh,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s my map.”

Swallowing thickly, you try to ignore the pounding of your heart as you ask the next question. “And… the boy—the people who has your map?”

Buggy’s face twists, as if confused by your question. “I’ll kill them,” he shrugs, like it’s the obvious answer. “Like I always do.”

Your chest tightens. You don’t know why.

Standing to his full height, Buggy places his hands on hips.

“Come on then,” he grins down at you, “it’s time to greet the townsfolk.”

-

The day Buggy had found Orange Town was the day you realized you were never going to escape his crew. 

You’d watched as he and his crew decimated the town, destroying the houses and shops and leaving nothing in their wake. They’d done it all with smiles and laughs, ignoring the screams and cries of the townspeople as they begged him not to destroy their livelihoods. 

It had taken Buggy all of ten minutes to realize you were just standing there, frozen in place. His blinded rage had been terrifying, racing towards you as he screamed and cursed at you for standing there like an idiot. 

“If you don’t start moving,” he’d hissed, “I’ll kill them all.”

Letting out a sob, you’d shaken your head in a pathetic attempt at refusal.

“Hah!” Buggy had laughed before you could respond, throwing his head back in jest. “I’m going to kill them regardless.”

“No,” you’d argued, stunning him. The word had left your lips beyond your control, blinded by your desperation. “Please, don’t.”

Realistically, it had been nothing more than a pathetic plea. Buggy and the crew wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied and you asking him definitely wasn’t going to change that.

A moment of tense and uncomfortable silence had followed. The entire island had seemingly fallen silent, the rage of the crew halted and the cries of the townsfolk paused at your small, pathetic plea. You’d watched firsthand the glint that had shifted in Buggy’s eyes as he stared you down.

In seconds, he’d grabbed a handful of your hair and begun yanking you towards the line of townspeople the crew had cornered. As you tried to pull his grip off of you, feet kicking up the dust of the ground beneath you, the townspeople started whimpering and cowering at Buggy’s approach.

Then, you found yourself forced to your knees in front of them.

Their wide, terrified eyes stare back at you. Women clutching their children who are crying, the men trying to protect them. At the front sits the mayor, eyes afraid but shoulders squared in a last attempt of defiance.

“My faithful fans,” Buggy calls out, gesturing to the townspeople who flinched back at him. “I’d like to introduce you to my most precious treasure, Y/N! Do any of you want to venture and guess what makes her so precious?”

Head bowing, your fingers dig into the ground beneath you, cutting through your skin as silence echoes.

When Buggy doesn’t receive a response, he lets out a growl and suddenly, his hands are on you. Without an ounce of gentleness, he rips the eyepatch off of your face, nails scratching against your cheek.

Instantly, there’s an echo of gasps from the townspeople.

“Ugly, isn’t it?” Buggy laughs, taking your chin in his grasp and forcing your head up, presenting you to the crowd. The action strains your neck but Buggy only pulls harder. He cruelly pets your cheek, frowning down at you as if feeling pity for your sorry state. “Not only does it take away the beauty of her other eye but she’s blind too! Hah! A beautiful freak. And a disobedient one at that.”

His eyes shift to you once more, narrowing his gaze as he tightens his grip.

You let out a cry in response, jerking in his grasp but you can’t twist yourself out of it. 

“Why shouldn’t I just kill them all?” He asks you, using his free hand to gesture at the townspeople. “Why should they get to live?”

The cries and gasps of fear in response to Buggy’s words pierce your heart. You hear the whispers of them all, some begging for mercy, others trying to console and soothe; you don’t know if it’s for others or themselves. It’s heartbreaking; innocent people who’d been forced to bow and submit to a crazed man’s will. 

Focusing on Buggy’s waiting gaze, you swallow thickly.

“B-Because,” you gasp, trying to ignore the ache of his grip. “Who… Who would watch your show?”

An echoed beat of silence follows, before Buggy blinks at you.

You use that as your chance.

“If you kill them, there’ll be no one to watch your g-great performances.”

He lets go of you, pulling back to sweep his gaze across the townspeople as you fall down, exhausted. The hand that had been on you moves to his chin, rubbing thoughtfully as the rest of the crew starts to make their way over. 

“I can’t deny you’re right…” He mumbles, nodding to himself. You and the townspeople watch with bated breath, waiting for him to say more.

A minute later, he does. With a loud clap that makes you jump in fright and a maniacal smile returning to his face, Buggy turns to you.

“It’s decided!” He cheers, stepping towards you as you flinch back. “I’ll let them live.”

A breath of relief runs through and you hear the townspeople follow suit.

“But,” Buggy continues and your breath halts. “The cost of their life is on your shoulders, my dear.”

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. “Wh-What?

Buggy crouches in front of you, shoving his face into your own as he laughs. “Everytime any one of them steps out of line, it’ll be you that pays. In whatever way I see fit. That’s the price for their lives.”

Biting your lip, you feel your heart fall to the pit of your stomach. You should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. That Buggy wouldn’t let it be that easy.

With strain, you push yourself up, moving so your hands are on your knees rather than crouched over into the ground. You grip your pants tightly, trying to ignore the race of your heart. You can feel the townspeople watching you, unsure, and the sneers of the rest of the crew as they laugh at your situation.

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Hmm?” Buggy taunts, leaning forward as if he hadn’t heard you. “What was that, dear?”

“Okay,” you repeat, louder, meeting his eyes. “As long as you let them live.”

All you receive in response is a laugh, loud and terrifying. With one final glance down at you, Buggy spins on the spot, practically prancing away from you.

The second his eyes are off of you, you sink to the ground.

“M-Miss?”

The voice is quiet, but still you hear it. Turning your head, you find the Mayor crouched down in front of you.

“Thank you.”

You blink back at him, silent. Silent because you don’t have the heart to tell him that there was no point thanking you—you might’ve spared their lives but that didn’t mean they were in any less danger. 

You didn’t know how to tell them what a crazed monster Buggy was.

So you just don’t say anything.

-

A cry leaves your lips, knees digging into the hardwood and trying to ignore the violent shake of your body that follows at the sound of laughter.

With sweat beading on your skin and muscles aching in exhaustion, you glance at your feet the second you hear footsteps grow closer.

“Such a shame, Y/N.” Buggy coos down at you mockingly. “You still don’t have the moves perfected.”

Gritting your teeth, you huff; “that’s because you’ve never taught me them!”

A loud snap and radiating sting is what follows your outburst, a cry leaving your lips as you curl into yourself. Clutching your aching cheek, you glance up at Buggy. 

“As a member of my crew and a freak of my performance, you should know the moves.” Buggy grunts down at you, shaking his head at you like you’re a petulant child. “Such a shame too. I’m sure our audience was looking forward to the performance too, right?”

At Buggy’s words and the sign held in their direction, a cheer of forced “yes’s” follow, echoing.

Angered at the sight of the chained ‘audience’, you shake your head. “They’d like to be set free.” You hiss, narrowing your eyes up at Buggy.

Buggy’s lips curl into a sneer. You curl back instantly, seeing the crazed look in his eyes.

Taking a step towards you, his hand disconnects from his wrist, moving towards you. “I’m sick and tired of you—“

“Captain! Captain!”

Suddenly Mohji comes running in, the flap of the tent flipping up behind him as he races towards Buggy with a grin.

“What?” Buggy hisses, his detached hand inches from you as he glares at Mohji. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“We caught them,” Mohji cheers, pointing behind him. “We’ve got the map!”

-

The instant the mayor speaks up, you fear the worst.

From the back of the crowd, hidden amongst the townspeople and the rest of the crew, you’d been deliberate in avoiding calling attention to yourself. The second the crew had brought in the crate they’d used to capture Luffy and his friends, you’d made it your goal to avoid being seen. You doubted Luffy would even remember you anyways, as you’d all but ran from him.

You feared how Buggy would react too in the slim chance Luffy did recognize you.

So, despite the discomfort you felt at watching Buggy torture Luffy, you’d forced yourself to remain silence and quiet. Even if you tried to stand up to Buggy and help Luffy, you wouldn’t be able to stop him.

All that would do is get you hurt and maybe others too.

Luffy was just some boy you’d randomly met in that bar. Met isn’t even the right word. He’d stopped you from falling and had tried to talk to you, but you’d turned tail and ran the second he had.

It was best you stayed hidden and hoped that Buggy would kill them soon and then you could just forget all about Luffy and his friends.

That’s what you should do.

That’s what you intended on doing.

“Hey, kid!”

Eyes widening, you watch as Buggy races towards the crowd, grabbing a kid by the neck.

“You want to get tall fast?”

Your body moves on instinct, feet taking you forward before you can even register what you’ve done.

“Buggy!”

Halting at the sound of your voice, the crowd stills, the child still in his grasp, Buggy twists his head to glance at you. Instantly, the smile on his face twists into a frown as he glares at you. Leaning back, his grip leaves the kid as he shakes his head.

“Was wondering where you snuck off too, Angel Eye.” He growls, and you inhale sharply.

“I thought the cost of their lives was on my shoulders,” you breathe, clenching your fists in an attempt to soothe the racing of your heart. “Leave the kid alone.”

Buggy hesitates, lips parting, but before he can say anything, Luffy’s voice cuts in;

“Hey,” he’s suddenly calling, voice light-hearted and not at all the tone someone should have in the predicament he’s currently stuck in. “Aren’t you the girl from the bar? The one who ran away?”

Body tensing, you freeze in place.

So he did recognize you.

Letting out a shaky breath, you slowly turn your head to meet Luffy’s waiting gaze, watching as his squinted eyes slowly widen in recognition.

“It is you!” He exclaims, laughing. “Where’s your cool eye patch?” 

You don’t respond, terrified eyes turning back to Buggy who glances between you and Luffy.

“Please,” you choose instead to focus back on the kid, pleading. “Leave the boy alone. Let me pay the price for the mayor speaking out.” Pressing your hand to your chest, you plead.

Buggy stares at you for a moment, before letting out a loud laugh.

“I did once tell you that,” he snorts, “but I’ve changed my mind.”

He’s spinning, grabbing the kid and yanking him to his feet before you can even think to respond. You gasp in response, racing forward, but before you can reach him, Buggy has spun the boy and himself around to face Luffy.

“Boogie,” Luffy starts, “I’m warning you.”

Jerking the kid, Buggy hisses; “it’s Buggy! And you’re warning me? Now that’s a laugh.”

He pauses, and all that’s heard in response is the sound of the boy letting out a small gasp of fright.

“I said,” Buggy sighs, “that’s a laugh.”

Instantly, a chorus of forced and frightened laughter echoes.

“Buggy,” you call, “please. Don’t hurt him!”

You try to take a step towards Buggy but before you can make it a single step, your wrist is grabbed by another. You whip around in response, only to see the edge of a blade held directly at your throat. One of Buggy’s crew grins back at you.

You mentally curse yourself for being trapped so easily, useless to do anything to help the kid when the sound of Luffy yelling catches your attention.

His hands, which have been stretched wide thanks to the Gum Gum Devil Fruit he’d eaten, are slipping through the restraints holding him hostage. You watch with wide eyes and parted lips as he frees himself, falling to the ground with a thud the second his wrist slips through the cuff.

Standing, he glares at Buggy; “put him down.”

“But why?” Buggy laughs, and your eyes fall back on him in fear for the kid. “He’s having such a great time. Aren’t you, junior?”

To answer his own question, Buggy forces the kids lips into a smile. 

“Yes,” he says in a child’s voice. “The best, Buggy.”

Luffy only hesitates a second, before he’s flinging his fist back, arm stretching like rubber behind him as he bellows; “gum gum…” Then, his hand swings forward, landing a hit right on Buggy’s face. “Pistol!”

You watch in shock he’d managed to land a hit on Buggy, but no hope floods you.

You know the ability Buggy holds.

As you expect, his head detaches from his neck, falling into the lap of one of the townspeople which causes an uproar of terror, screams following in response.

“Well, well, well,” Buggy calls from the lap he’d landed on, flipping his head round so it’s straight up. “Looks like we have something else in common,” he chuckles, before returning his head to his body. The only relief you feel is the sight of him letting the kid go.

“You ate a Devil Fruit?” Luffy asks.

“The Chop Chop Fruit,” Buggy clarifies, before stepping forward. As he does, he takes off his jacket before pieces of his body begin to separate for emphasis. “So you can slice me and you can dice me, but I’ll always put myself back together again. Wanna see what else I can do?”

Attached again, you watch as Buggy raises his right arm, the hand gone.

Your eyes widen. 

“Luffy, watch—!”

It’s too late. The second Luffy’s head turns round, Buggy has already squashed the fruit in his grasp, effectively knocking Luffy out.

You watch his body hit the ground with a thud.

“Y/N,” Buggy calls, pulling your eyes on him as your whole body tenses. “Me and you need to have a little chat.”

-

“Let me out! Hey! Let me out!”

Shaking the bars of the cage, you know realistically no matter how loud you scream or hard you pull, no ones coming to get you nor are you getting free. Buggy had locked you in the familiar cage shortly after everything, locking it with a smile on his face and the promise that he’d come to set you free later.

When he felt like it.

And then you and him would hash out your “differences”, he’d said. Grinning and eyes shining with malice and intent to hurt, you’d tried to ask for his forgiveness but he’d only left you begging without a single glance back.

That had been fifteen, maybe twenty minutes ago and you hadn’t heard anything or seen Buggy or a single member of the crew.

It wasn’t the first time Buggy had locked you in this cage. You could no longer keep track of the amount of times you’d been forced into the small cage for “punishment”, whether by your own actions or those of the townspeople. You hated it and that’s exactly why Buggy kept you in here, because he knew how much it terrified you to be trapped like this.

It felt worse this time, though. Worse because you knew that Luffy was in danger and potentially the townspeople too. Buggy’s insistence to go after that boy showed you he was growing bored of using you as a scapegoat every time the townspeople did something he didn’t like. You knew no matter how much he hurt you, he’d never kill you. Buggy had some sort of sick fascination with you, and if he simply planned on getting rid of you, he would’ve done it already.

The townspeople though? Luffy? He’d definitely kill them.

“Please!” You bellow, voice screeching in your desperation as you shake the door of the cage, the metal clanging against itself with no give. “Buggy!”

The only thing you’re given in response is more silence.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you bite your lip to hold back the sob that threatens to pull from your lips. You were so sick of this. So sick of all of this. Being a captive of Buggy’s, forced to be his play thing day in and day out and watching innocent people be hurt and murdered around you constantly.

You hated it.

Feeling your eyes water, you sniffle, throat burning from your screaming and hands aching with how hard you’d been pulling as you accept the fact that Buggy was going to leave you here until he wanted to free you.

And you weren’t going to get out any other way.

A few minutes of silence pass, stuck in your thoughts and trying to keep the panic at bay, before footsteps echo. You sit up immediately, twisting the small bit you can in the cage, waiting to see the familiar face of Buggy walk through the tent.

Only, it isn’t Buggy who walks in.

It’s the green-haired swordsman you’d seen with Luffy.

He pauses at the sight of you as you gape up at him.

Then, a minute later, he’s blinking; “who are you?”

A second passes, one, two, and then your lips part in disbelief.

“What are you doing here?” You breath, bewildered. “Shouldn’t you be… Didn’t Buggy…?”

The man shrugs. “I was looking for booze,” he points behind himself. “I escaped.”

You’re absolutely floored.

“And Luffy?”

“He did too,” the man nods, shifting to set his hands on his swords again. You frown when you realize there’s three. “Clown guy’s defeated.”

That gives you pause. Wide eyed, you gape at him; “you defeated Buggy?”

“Naturally,” the man snorts.

Lips parting, you find no words to respond and instead, stare back at him as if he’d grown an additional head, baffled.

You don’t have to find the words though, because in the next second, a cheery voice is calling out; “Zoro!”

Luffy comes racing in through the tent in the next second, followed by the orange-haired girl. You blink, gripping the bars of your cage as you watch Luffy bound up to the man, Zoro, oblivious to the way he pulls away from him in response.

Then, Luffy’s eyes fall on you.

“Eyepatch girl!”

Zoro frowns. “She’s not wearing an eyepatch.”

“Ah, but she was!” Luffy cheers, pointing at you. “It was so cool!”

“We should hurry up,” the girl cuts in, looking unimpressed as her eyes flicker over you briefly before turning back to Luffy and Zoro. “I don’t want the marines catching up to us.”

“True, true,” Luffy nods.

“You find anything useful?” Zoro asks, glancing at the girl.

“Not really,” the girl shrugs, “most of it is just weird circus crap. Now,” she shifts to Luffy. “Can we go?”

You watch the whole conversation in astonished silence. It doesn’t even occur to you to ask them what happened, if Buggy’s whole crew was defeated or most importantly set you free. The whole nonchalance of their conversation stuns you stupid.

“Should let the girl go, no?” Zoro asks, pointing at you. You straighten when the attention is turned to you. “Or am I the only one noticing she’s in a cage?”

The girl's eyes meet yours before settling on the large lock keeping you trapped. “I found a set of keys on one of the guys. Here.” She slips past Zoro and Luffy, heading towards you. Stopping right in front of you, she starts filtering through the keys.

“It’s, uh, that one,” you point at one smaller key. “I’ve seen it before when, well, the other times I’ve been locked in here.” Your voice quiets as you finish your sentence, curling in on yourself at the attention that garners you.

The girl just nods.

In the next minute, you’re on your feet, standing in front of the three of them.

“Now can we go?”

“Sure, Nami,” Luffy grins, “just one last thing.”

He’s spinning round to face you, and then his hands are on your shoulders and his beaming smile is focused solely on you.

“Join my crew.”

Silence.

Then, “what?”

You, Zoro and Nami all echo it, voices loud, pitched and in disbelief as Luffy just grins at you.

“You were a part of Buggy’s crew, yeah?” He asks and you slowly nod. “Perfect, then you’ve already got the experience.”

“What, I—” Stumbling over your words, you shake your head. “You don’t even know my name. I mean… I was a part of Buggy’s crew. The same crew who just held you all captive! Shouldn’t that make me… like your guys’ enemy or something?”

“Nah,” Luffy waves you off. “You looked pretty miserable with him. Not to mention, we found you in a cage. Plus, I saw you stand up for that kid. That’s the kind of person I need on my crew.”

You just stare at him, then Zoro, then the girl, and though they look unimpressed, you notice they are staring back at you almost as if they expect you to come with them too.

Were any of these people normal?

“I’m a lousy fighter.”

“No problem,” Luffy shrugs. “Zoro can teach you.”

“Don’t volunteer me,” Zoro huffs, bopping Luffy on the head.

He doesn’t argue though.

“I’m a freak.” You say, trying to come up with a reason why asking you to come with them was a terrible choice. You figured since Buggy had spent enough of his time reminding you of the fact, surely Luffy would agree.

Luffy shakes his head. “Your eyes are cool! They don’t even match,” he laughs, “and I like your eyepatch too.”

“Luffy,” the girl hisses at him, lowering her voice. “Have some tact. She’s… blind in her right eye.”

Luffy turns to look at her, before turning back to you, lips parted and head tilted as if in curiosity.

“It’s true,” you mumble, pressing your hand to your eye, covering it from sight. You definitely needed to find your eyepatch. You hated not having it on. “I can’t see anything with this eye. Another reason why you shouldn’t want me on your crew. I’m… I’d be no help…”

You don’t dare glance at any of them, fearing the looks you’d receive in response. You didn’t want to see their pity and you definitely don’t want to see the disgust on their faces at your disability.

“That—!”

“You’ve got nowhere else to go, right?” Zoro cuts off whatever Luffy had been about to say. You meet his eyes in disbelief, not expecting him to be the one to speak up before frowning and giving him a nod. “Might as well come with us then.”

Staring at him a moment longer, you let your eyes fall on the girl, who simply shrugs back at you before turning back to Luffy’s beaming expression. He nods at you excitedly, eagerly urging you to agree.

Not knowing how else to decline and knowing deep in your heart you don’t want to, you nod.

“O-Okay.”

-

After Luffy had backtracked to grab a single bun of the food the mayor and town had tried to offer them, you hesitate on following.

Your eyes follow him as he jumps up on the boat and you see the three of them staring back at you, waiting. But your feet won’t move. There’s a moment where you just stand there, before you turn, bowing your head down and saying the words you’ve wanted to say since that day Buggy had landed on Orange Island.

“I’m so sorry.”

Eyes falling shut, you grip the sides of your shirt, waiting for the anger you expect to receive from the townspeople. You’d been a part of the crew that had tortured them and destroyed their town; you wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted to kill you themselves.

When you don’t hear anything, you slowly glance up at them.

Only to see them all smiling down at you.

“We should be the ones apologizing,” the mayor dismisses, shaking his head at you as he urges you to stand back up. “And thanking you. You saved our lives that day.”

Shoulders falling, something warm floods you at his words in the midst of the astonishment you feel.

“We owe you a great deal, little lady.” The mayor nods, and before you can say anything, the whole town is bowing to you. They move in sync with each other, heads bowed and you can hardly believe your eyes. “Thank you.”

“I… Oh!” Hands falling to your lips, you ignore the way your vision blurs through your watery left eye, shaking your head. “Please, it’s okay! I’m… I’m just relieved you’re all free now thanks to them.”

They slowly stand up, and you let your gaze sweep across the crowd.

“I wish you the best of luck with your journey,” the mayor smiles down at you. “And hope to see you again someday.”

You smile at him one last time, stepping back as you wave to the townspeople. They return your wave, sending you all off with smiles and wishes of good luck.

Then, as you reach the boat, you find Luffy grinning back down at you.

“Let’s go!”

The day you’re born, your left eye holds the complexion of an angel.

Sparkling white, the gasps that echo around the bed of your mother are unanimous. It’s an eye that no one has ever seen before. The single eye glows in the dim lit room, ethereal and almost magical. Your mother’s nursing maid tells your mother it’s a miracle, a sign of something great. Says it’s like an angel was born that day.

Or, at least, it would’ve been had you not been born blind in your right eye.

Still white, but murky and fogged, your right eye is glaringly different from your left.

The blessing you’d been born with is instantly cursed.

And you’ve felt that curse every day since.

-

Cabaji’s grip is tight as he yanks you along. Pinching and painful, but you bear it all with no more than a wince knowing that worse will be waiting for you should you try and argue.

At least, it’s your intention not to make a fuss. But his pace is too quick for you and you don’t have the time to gather your bearings before your hip is digging into the edge of a table. It causes you to trip, losing your footing. Cabaji lets go of you in response, your world tilting as the realization that you’re going to fall dawns on you. A flash of Cabaji’s blue and white scarf flitters past your vision and you’ve no doubt that the man has slithered away before your fall could bring attention to him.

Letting out a short yelp, you expect to feel your knees dig into the hardwood of the bar floor, only you never hit the ground.

Blinking, you glance back, only then registering the hands on your waist as you meet a pair of dark-brown kind eyes staring right back at you. The man who’d caught you has the brightest smile on his face, lips stretched wide and teeth glinting in the dim light of the bar. You blink at him, taking in the straw hat on his head as you slowly push yourself to your feet, his hands pulling back in response.

“A-Are you okay?”

You hadn’t even noticed the other boy sitting with him. His voice comes out in a timid squeak of concern, eyes assessing you behind big, round glasses.

“Oh. Y-Yeah,” you mumble, voice quiet, before turning back to the boy with the straw hat who’d caught your fall. He’s still staring up at you with those eyes and beaming smile. “Th-Thank you,” you shortly bow, twisting your fingers in your grasp nervously. 

You’re about to take a step back and turn around when the boy calls out;

“What’s with the eye-patch?”

His question comes out blunt, asked in a friendly, curious town as he glances up at you. It gives you pause, body tensing as you frown down at him.

“Luffy!” His timid friend exclaims, lips parting bafflement. His eyes shift frantically from you to his friend and back, as if unsure of how you’ll respond. You don’t really respond in anyway, per say, just gape wide-mouthed down at the pair, bewildered.

Luffy just continues to grin up at you. “It’s cool!” He cheers, care-free and earnest. “Are you a pirate?”

You’ve no idea how to respond and you’re pressingly aware that the longer you take, the more angry Cabaji will be. You’re sure to already receive an ear-full, if not worse, after being stupid enough to trip over your own feet. You don’t even want to think about what will happen the more you make him wait.

“No?” Luffy pauses, for the first time his smile faltering. It’s only for a second before it returns. “Because I—”

You don’t stick around to listen.

Your body reacts on impulse and before you even realize it you’re spinning around and racing out of the bar before Luffy can finish his sentence. You don’t dare glance back to see his reaction and you hope the strange boy won’t do something as silly as try and follow you.

You’ve just made it into the turn of the alley when your arm is caught by someone. At first, you fear it’s Luffy, but when your head snaps round to look, you’re faced with the steaming expression of Cabaji staring back at you, eyes blazing.

“Does stealth mean nothing to you, you idiot?” He hisses, towering over you by the sheer height of him as you lean back, avoiding his eyes. “It’s bad enough you tripped on your own two feet, but then you went and talked to someone?”

Face twisting at the pinching grip on your arm, you bite your lip. “I-I just thanked him for catching me,” you whisper, trying to hide the shrill of pain from your voice. “I didn’t tell him anything!”

Shoving you back by the arm, Cabaji huffs; “you better of not. We can’t go back to Buggy empty-handed or with the marines after us. He’ll want his map back.”

Swallowing thickly, you hug your now free arm. You avoid Cabaji’s eye as he stares down at you, choosing to focus on your feet.

“Better not screw this up, Y/N. You remember what happened last time you disappointed Buggy, right?”

Shuddering at the memory, you quickly nod. “I won’t mess up again,” you assure, finally meeting his eyes as you nod frantically. “I promise.”

Cabaji just quirks a brow; “we’ll see.”

-

While you and Cabaji hadn’t been able to return the map to Buggy directly, you hadn’t gone back empty-handed. Of course, Cabaji was the one who got to deliver the good news while you were directed to go to your small tent and wait until Buggy came for you.

After facing a sneer or two from passing members of the crew, you’d finally made it to your tent. With a huff, you fall back onto the small cot sat in the middle of the tent, pulling your knees up to your chest as you let your head fall. You hated when you were sent on missions; it didn’t matter who Buggy paired you up with, they were awful. No one on the crew liked you and so they found it fun to torment you as much as they could. It was, however, no doubt that Cabaji was one of the worst.

The twisted acrobatic found a particular joy in causing you pain and fear.

Letting your eyes fall shut, you try to savour the moment of peace before it’s inevitably taken away. It’s a wonder to you, though, why the second your eyes fall shut you envision those dark-brown kind eyes from earlier that day. Luffy, his friend had called him. The boy with the beaming smile and a straw hat. Such a small moment and yet, it’s the first thing your brain thinks of the moment you’re given the reprieve to.

Was it because he’d caught you? Was it because he’d been kind, if not a little strange? You’re not sure, and it doesn’t matter anyways. Luffy, his friend and two others, an orange-haired girl and green-haired swordsman had stolen the map from the marines and therefore, were now targets of Buggy’s. There was only one way that ended.

“Long day then, my Angel Eye?”

You start at the voice, eyes snapping open as you suddenly find Buggy in front of you, grinning down at you with that manic smile of his. You hadn’t even heard him come in, not his footsteps or the flap of your tent… You can feel your heart start to race at the sight of him and you’re trying to ignore the tremble of your body as you meet his eyes.

“C-Captain,” you greet, biting your lip.

He sighs, as if annoyed by your stuttering. “Come now, sweetie. Surely, we’re beyond that pointless stuttering of yours.”

Frowning, you glance at your feet. “Sorry.”

Shaking his head, Buggy just rolls his eyes. “Look at me.”

Instantly, snapping your gaze upwards, you meet his waiting gaze.

He grins wide. “Take off that eyepatch,” he orders sharply. “You know I don’t like you hiding.”

You want to argue. You want to say no. But you know you’ll only pay if you do, so, with just a second of hesitation, you reach up with nimble fingers to pull off the black eyepatch around your eye. Within seconds, Buggy is right in front of your face, bright red-nose touching your own as he stares deeply in your right eye.

His grin is not at all warming and enjoyable as Luffy’s had been. Instead, as he stares down at you, all you want to do is crawl in a hole and hide.

“Ah, I never get tired of seeing it.” He laughs, voice pitching. “So glaringly ugly compared to the beauty of your left eye.”

Swallowing thickly, you bite back the hurt. Buggy has said much worse things about you after all.

“Captain,” you find the courage to speak, figuring he’s probably the happiest he’ll be with you in that current moment. “Are you going after the map?”

Smile falling, Buggy leans back. “Duh,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s my map.”

Swallowing thickly, you try to ignore the pounding of your heart as you ask the next question. “And… the boy—the people who has your map?”

Buggy’s face twists, as if confused by your question. “I’ll kill them,” he shrugs, like it’s the obvious answer. “Like I always do.”

Your chest tightens. You don’t know why.

Standing to his full height, Buggy places his hands on hips.

“Come on then,” he grins down at you, “it’s time to greet the townsfolk.”

-

The day Buggy had found Orange Town was the day you realized you were never going to escape his crew. 

You’d watched as he and his crew decimated the town, destroying the houses and shops and leaving nothing in their wake. They’d done it all with smiles and laughs, ignoring the screams and cries of the townspeople as they begged him not to destroy their livelihoods. 

It had taken Buggy all of ten minutes to realize you were just standing there, frozen in place. His blinded rage had been terrifying, racing towards you as he screamed and cursed at you for standing there like an idiot. 

“If you don’t start moving,” he’d hissed, “I’ll kill them all.”

Letting out a sob, you’d shaken your head in a pathetic attempt at refusal.

“Hah!” Buggy had laughed before you could respond, throwing his head back in jest. “I’m going to kill them regardless.”

“No,” you’d argued, stunning him. The word had left your lips beyond your control, blinded by your desperation. “Please, don’t.”

Realistically, it had been nothing more than a pathetic plea. Buggy and the crew wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied and you asking him definitely wasn’t going to change that.

A moment of tense and uncomfortable silence had followed. The entire island had seemingly fallen silent, the rage of the crew halted and the cries of the townsfolk paused at your small, pathetic plea. You’d watched firsthand the glint that had shifted in Buggy’s eyes as he stared you down.

In seconds, he’d grabbed a handful of your hair and begun yanking you towards the line of townspeople the crew had cornered. As you tried to pull his grip off of you, feet kicking up the dust of the ground beneath you, the townspeople started whimpering and cowering at Buggy’s approach.

Then, you found yourself forced to your knees in front of them.

Their wide, terrified eyes stare back at you. Women clutching their children who are crying, the men trying to protect them. At the front sits the mayor, eyes afraid but shoulders squared in a last attempt of defiance.

“My faithful fans,” Buggy calls out, gesturing to the townspeople who flinched back at him. “I’d like to introduce you to my most precious treasure, Y/N! Do any of you want to venture and guess what makes her so precious?”

Head bowing, your fingers dig into the ground beneath you, cutting through your skin as silence echoes.

When Buggy doesn’t receive a response, he lets out a growl and suddenly, his hands are on you. Without an ounce of gentleness, he rips the eyepatch off of your face, nails scratching against your cheek.

Instantly, there’s an echo of gasps from the townspeople.

“Ugly, isn’t it?” Buggy laughs, taking your chin in his grasp and forcing your head up, presenting you to the crowd. The action strains your neck but Buggy only pulls harder. He cruelly pets your cheek, frowning down at you as if feeling pity for your sorry state. “Not only does it take away the beauty of her other eye but she’s blind too! Hah! A beautiful freak. And a disobedient one at that.”

His eyes shift to you once more, narrowing his gaze as he tightens his grip.

You let out a cry in response, jerking in his grasp but you can’t twist yourself out of it. 

“Why shouldn’t I just kill them all?” He asks you, using his free hand to gesture at the townspeople. “Why should they get to live?”

The cries and gasps of fear in response to Buggy’s words pierce your heart. You hear the whispers of them all, some begging for mercy, others trying to console and soothe; you don’t know if it’s for others or themselves. It’s heartbreaking; innocent people who’d been forced to bow and submit to a crazed man’s will. 

Focusing on Buggy’s waiting gaze, you swallow thickly.

“B-Because,” you gasp, trying to ignore the ache of his grip. “Who… Who would watch your show?”

An echoed beat of silence follows, before Buggy blinks at you.

You use that as your chance.

“If you kill them, there’ll be no one to watch your g-great performances.”

He lets go of you, pulling back to sweep his gaze across the townspeople as you fall down, exhausted. The hand that had been on you moves to his chin, rubbing thoughtfully as the rest of the crew starts to make their way over. 

“I can’t deny you’re right…” He mumbles, nodding to himself. You and the townspeople watch with bated breath, waiting for him to say more.

A minute later, he does. With a loud clap that makes you jump in fright and a maniacal smile returning to his face, Buggy turns to you.

“It’s decided!” He cheers, stepping towards you as you flinch back. “I’ll let them live.”

A breath of relief runs through and you hear the townspeople follow suit.

“But,” Buggy continues and your breath halts. “The cost of their life is on your shoulders, my dear.”

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. “Wh-What?

Buggy crouches in front of you, shoving his face into your own as he laughs. “Everytime any one of them steps out of line, it’ll be you that pays. In whatever way I see fit. That’s the price for their lives.”

Biting your lip, you feel your heart fall to the pit of your stomach. You should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. That Buggy wouldn’t let it be that easy.

With strain, you push yourself up, moving so your hands are on your knees rather than crouched over into the ground. You grip your pants tightly, trying to ignore the race of your heart. You can feel the townspeople watching you, unsure, and the sneers of the rest of the crew as they laugh at your situation.

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Hmm?” Buggy taunts, leaning forward as if he hadn’t heard you. “What was that, dear?”

“Okay,” you repeat, louder, meeting his eyes. “As long as you let them live.”

All you receive in response is a laugh, loud and terrifying. With one final glance down at you, Buggy spins on the spot, practically prancing away from you.

The second his eyes are off of you, you sink to the ground.

“M-Miss?”

The voice is quiet, but still you hear it. Turning your head, you find the Mayor crouched down in front of you.

“Thank you.”

You blink back at him, silent. Silent because you don’t have the heart to tell him that there was no point thanking you—you might’ve spared their lives but that didn’t mean they were in any less danger. 

You didn’t know how to tell them what a crazed monster Buggy was.

So you just don’t say anything.

-

A cry leaves your lips, knees digging into the hardwood and trying to ignore the violent shake of your body that follows at the sound of laughter.

With sweat beading on your skin and muscles aching in exhaustion, you glance at your feet the second you hear footsteps grow closer.

“Such a shame, Y/N.” Buggy coos down at you mockingly. “You still don’t have the moves perfected.”

Gritting your teeth, you huff; “that’s because you’ve never taught me them!”

A loud snap and radiating sting is what follows your outburst, a cry leaving your lips as you curl into yourself. Clutching your aching cheek, you glance up at Buggy. 

“As a member of my crew and a freak of my performance, you should know the moves.” Buggy grunts down at you, shaking his head at you like you’re a petulant child. “Such a shame too. I’m sure our audience was looking forward to the performance too, right?”

At Buggy’s words and the sign held in their direction, a cheer of forced “yes’s” follow, echoing.

Angered at the sight of the chained ‘audience’, you shake your head. “They’d like to be set free.” You hiss, narrowing your eyes up at Buggy.

Buggy’s lips curl into a sneer. You curl back instantly, seeing the crazed look in his eyes.

Taking a step towards you, his hand disconnects from his wrist, moving towards you. “I’m sick and tired of you—“

“Captain! Captain!”

Suddenly Mohji comes running in, the flap of the tent flipping up behind him as he races towards Buggy with a grin.

“What?” Buggy hisses, his detached hand inches from you as he glares at Mohji. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“We caught them,” Mohji cheers, pointing behind him. “We’ve got the map!”

-

The instant the mayor speaks up, you fear the worst.

From the back of the crowd, hidden amongst the townspeople and the rest of the crew, you’d been deliberate in avoiding calling attention to yourself. The second the crew had brought in the crate they’d used to capture Luffy and his friends, you’d made it your goal to avoid being seen. You doubted Luffy would even remember you anyways, as you’d all but ran from him.

You feared how Buggy would react too in the slim chance Luffy did recognize you.

So, despite the discomfort you felt at watching Buggy torture Luffy, you’d forced yourself to remain silence and quiet. Even if you tried to stand up to Buggy and help Luffy, you wouldn’t be able to stop him.

All that would do is get you hurt and maybe others too.

Luffy was just some boy you’d randomly met in that bar. Met isn’t even the right word. He’d stopped you from falling and had tried to talk to you, but you’d turned tail and ran the second he had.

It was best you stayed hidden and hoped that Buggy would kill them soon and then you could just forget all about Luffy and his friends.

That’s what you should do.

That’s what you intended on doing.

“Hey, kid!”

Eyes widening, you watch as Buggy races towards the crowd, grabbing a kid by the neck.

“You want to get tall fast?”

Your body moves on instinct, feet taking you forward before you can even register what you’ve done.

“Buggy!”

Halting at the sound of your voice, the crowd stills, the child still in his grasp, Buggy twists his head to glance at you. Instantly, the smile on his face twists into a frown as he glares at you. Leaning back, his grip leaves the kid as he shakes his head.

“Was wondering where you snuck off too, Angel Eye.” He growls, and you inhale sharply.

“I thought the cost of their lives was on my shoulders,” you breathe, clenching your fists in an attempt to soothe the racing of your heart. “Leave the kid alone.”

Buggy hesitates, lips parting, but before he can say anything, Luffy’s voice cuts in;

“Hey,” he’s suddenly calling, voice light-hearted and not at all the tone someone should have in the predicament he’s currently stuck in. “Aren’t you the girl from the bar? The one who ran away?”

Body tensing, you freeze in place.

So he did recognize you.

Letting out a shaky breath, you slowly turn your head to meet Luffy’s waiting gaze, watching as his squinted eyes slowly widen in recognition.

“It is you!” He exclaims, laughing. “Where’s your cool eye patch?” 

You don’t respond, terrified eyes turning back to Buggy who glances between you and Luffy.

“Please,” you choose instead to focus back on the kid, pleading. “Leave the boy alone. Let me pay the price for the mayor speaking out.” Pressing your hand to your chest, you plead.

Buggy stares at you for a moment, before letting out a loud laugh.

“I did once tell you that,” he snorts, “but I’ve changed my mind.”

He’s spinning, grabbing the kid and yanking him to his feet before you can even think to respond. You gasp in response, racing forward, but before you can reach him, Buggy has spun the boy and himself around to face Luffy.

“Boogie,” Luffy starts, “I’m warning you.”

Jerking the kid, Buggy hisses; “it’s Buggy! And you’re warning me? Now that’s a laugh.”

He pauses, and all that’s heard in response is the sound of the boy letting out a small gasp of fright.

“I said,” Buggy sighs, “that’s a laugh.”

Instantly, a chorus of forced and frightened laughter echoes.

“Buggy,” you call, “please. Don’t hurt him!”

You try to take a step towards Buggy but before you can make it a single step, your wrist is grabbed by another. You whip around in response, only to see the edge of a blade held directly at your throat. One of Buggy’s crew grins back at you.

You mentally curse yourself for being trapped so easily, useless to do anything to help the kid when the sound of Luffy yelling catches your attention.

His hands, which have been stretched wide thanks to the Gum Gum Devil Fruit he’d eaten, are slipping through the restraints holding him hostage. You watch with wide eyes and parted lips as he frees himself, falling to the ground with a thud the second his wrist slips through the cuff.

Standing, he glares at Buggy; “put him down.”

“But why?” Buggy laughs, and your eyes fall back on him in fear for the kid. “He’s having such a great time. Aren’t you, junior?”

To answer his own question, Buggy forces the kids lips into a smile. 

“Yes,” he says in a child’s voice. “The best, Buggy.”

Luffy only hesitates a second, before he’s flinging his fist back, arm stretching like rubber behind him as he bellows; “gum gum…” Then, his hand swings forward, landing a hit right on Buggy’s face. “Pistol!”

You watch in shock he’d managed to land a hit on Buggy, but no hope floods you.

You know the ability Buggy holds.

As you expect, his head detaches from his neck, falling into the lap of one of the townspeople which causes an uproar of terror, screams following in response.

“Well, well, well,” Buggy calls from the lap he’d landed on, flipping his head round so it’s straight up. “Looks like we have something else in common,” he chuckles, before returning his head to his body. The only relief you feel is the sight of him letting the kid go.

“You ate a Devil Fruit?” Luffy asks.

“The Chop Chop Fruit,” Buggy clarifies, before stepping forward. As he does, he takes off his jacket before pieces of his body begin to separate for emphasis. “So you can slice me and you can dice me, but I’ll always put myself back together again. Wanna see what else I can do?”

Attached again, you watch as Buggy raises his right arm, the hand gone.

Your eyes widen. 

“Luffy, watch—!”

It’s too late. The second Luffy’s head turns round, Buggy has already squashed the fruit in his grasp, effectively knocking Luffy out.

You watch his body hit the ground with a thud.

“Y/N,” Buggy calls, pulling your eyes on him as your whole body tenses. “Me and you need to have a little chat.”

-

“Let me out! Hey! Let me out!”

Shaking the bars of the cage, you know realistically no matter how loud you scream or hard you pull, no ones coming to get you nor are you getting free. Buggy had locked you in the familiar cage shortly after everything, locking it with a smile on his face and the promise that he’d come to set you free later.

When he felt like it.

And then you and him would hash out your “differences”, he’d said. Grinning and eyes shining with malice and intent to hurt, you’d tried to ask for his forgiveness but he’d only left you begging without a single glance back.

That had been fifteen, maybe twenty minutes ago and you hadn’t heard anything or seen Buggy or a single member of the crew.

It wasn’t the first time Buggy had locked you in this cage. You could no longer keep track of the amount of times you’d been forced into the small cage for “punishment”, whether by your own actions or those of the townspeople. You hated it and that’s exactly why Buggy kept you in here, because he knew how much it terrified you to be trapped like this.

It felt worse this time, though. Worse because you knew that Luffy was in danger and potentially the townspeople too. Buggy’s insistence to go after that boy showed you he was growing bored of using you as a scapegoat every time the townspeople did something he didn’t like. You knew no matter how much he hurt you, he’d never kill you. Buggy had some sort of sick fascination with you, and if he simply planned on getting rid of you, he would’ve done it already.

The townspeople though? Luffy? He’d definitely kill them.

“Please!” You bellow, voice screeching in your desperation as you shake the door of the cage, the metal clanging against itself with no give. “Buggy!”

The only thing you’re given in response is more silence.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you bite your lip to hold back the sob that threatens to pull from your lips. You were so sick of this. So sick of all of this. Being a captive of Buggy’s, forced to be his play thing day in and day out and watching innocent people be hurt and murdered around you constantly.

You hated it.

Feeling your eyes water, you sniffle, throat burning from your screaming and hands aching with how hard you’d been pulling as you accept the fact that Buggy was going to leave you here until he wanted to free you.

And you weren’t going to get out any other way.

A few minutes of silence pass, stuck in your thoughts and trying to keep the panic at bay, before footsteps echo. You sit up immediately, twisting the small bit you can in the cage, waiting to see the familiar face of Buggy walk through the tent.

Only, it isn’t Buggy who walks in.

It’s the green-haired swordsman you’d seen with Luffy.

He pauses at the sight of you as you gape up at him.

Then, a minute later, he’s blinking; “who are you?”

A second passes, one, two, and then your lips part in disbelief.

“What are you doing here?” You breath, bewildered. “Shouldn’t you be… Didn’t Buggy…?”

The man shrugs. “I was looking for booze,” he points behind himself. “I escaped.”

You’re absolutely floored.

“And Luffy?”

“He did too,” the man nods, shifting to set his hands on his swords again. You frown when you realize there’s three. “Clown guy’s defeated.”

That gives you pause. Wide eyed, you gape at him; “you defeated Buggy?”

“Naturally,” the man snorts.

Lips parting, you find no words to respond and instead, stare back at him as if he’d grown an additional head, baffled.

You don’t have to find the words though, because in the next second, a cheery voice is calling out; “Zoro!”

Luffy comes racing in through the tent in the next second, followed by the orange-haired girl. You blink, gripping the bars of your cage as you watch Luffy bound up to the man, Zoro, oblivious to the way he pulls away from him in response.

Then, Luffy’s eyes fall on you.

“Eyepatch girl!”

Zoro frowns. “She’s not wearing an eyepatch.”

“Ah, but she was!” Luffy cheers, pointing at you. “It was so cool!”

“We should hurry up,” the girl cuts in, looking unimpressed as her eyes flicker over you briefly before turning back to Luffy and Zoro. “I don’t want the marines catching up to us.”

“True, true,” Luffy nods.

“You find anything useful?” Zoro asks, glancing at the girl.

“Not really,” the girl shrugs, “most of it is just weird circus crap. Now,” she shifts to Luffy. “Can we go?”

You watch the whole conversation in astonished silence. It doesn’t even occur to you to ask them what happened, if Buggy’s whole crew was defeated or most importantly set you free. The whole nonchalance of their conversation stuns you stupid.

“Should let the girl go, no?” Zoro asks, pointing at you. You straighten when the attention is turned to you. “Or am I the only one noticing she’s in a cage?”

The girl's eyes meet yours before settling on the large lock keeping you trapped. “I found a set of keys on one of the guys. Here.” She slips past Zoro and Luffy, heading towards you. Stopping right in front of you, she starts filtering through the keys.

“It’s, uh, that one,” you point at one smaller key. “I’ve seen it before when, well, the other times I’ve been locked in here.” Your voice quiets as you finish your sentence, curling in on yourself at the attention that garners you.

The girl just nods.

In the next minute, you’re on your feet, standing in front of the three of them.

“Now can we go?”

“Sure, Nami,” Luffy grins, “just one last thing.”

He’s spinning round to face you, and then his hands are on your shoulders and his beaming smile is focused solely on you.

“Join my crew.”

Silence.

Then, “what?”

You, Zoro and Nami all echo it, voices loud, pitched and in disbelief as Luffy just grins at you.

“You were a part of Buggy’s crew, yeah?” He asks and you slowly nod. “Perfect, then you’ve already got the experience.”

“What, I—” Stumbling over your words, you shake your head. “You don’t even know my name. I mean… I was a part of Buggy’s crew. The same crew who just held you all captive! Shouldn’t that make me… like your guys’ enemy or something?”

“Nah,” Luffy waves you off. “You looked pretty miserable with him. Not to mention, we found you in a cage. Plus, I saw you stand up for that kid. That’s the kind of person I need on my crew.”

You just stare at him, then Zoro, then the girl, and though they look unimpressed, you notice they are staring back at you almost as if they expect you to come with them too.

Were any of these people normal?

“I’m a lousy fighter.”

“No problem,” Luffy shrugs. “Zoro can teach you.”

“Don’t volunteer me,” Zoro huffs, bopping Luffy on the head.

He doesn’t argue though.

“I’m a freak.” You say, trying to come up with a reason why asking you to come with them was a terrible choice. You figured since Buggy had spent enough of his time reminding you of the fact, surely Luffy would agree.

Luffy shakes his head. “Your eyes are cool! They don’t even match,” he laughs, “and I like your eyepatch too.”

“Luffy,” the girl hisses at him, lowering her voice. “Have some tact. She’s… blind in her right eye.”

Luffy turns to look at her, before turning back to you, lips parted and head tilted as if in curiosity.

“It’s true,” you mumble, pressing your hand to your eye, covering it from sight. You definitely needed to find your eyepatch. You hated not having it on. “I can’t see anything with this eye. Another reason why you shouldn’t want me on your crew. I’m… I’d be no help…”

You don’t dare glance at any of them, fearing the looks you’d receive in response. You didn’t want to see their pity and you definitely don’t want to see the disgust on their faces at your disability.

“That—!”

“You’ve got nowhere else to go, right?” Zoro cuts off whatever Luffy had been about to say. You meet his eyes in disbelief, not expecting him to be the one to speak up before frowning and giving him a nod. “Might as well come with us then.”

Staring at him a moment longer, you let your eyes fall on the girl, who simply shrugs back at you before turning back to Luffy’s beaming expression. He nods at you excitedly, eagerly urging you to agree.

Not knowing how else to decline and knowing deep in your heart you don’t want to, you nod.

“O-Okay.”

-

After Luffy had backtracked to grab a single bun of the food the mayor and town had tried to offer them, you hesitate on following.

Your eyes follow him as he jumps up on the boat and you see the three of them staring back at you, waiting. But your feet won’t move. There’s a moment where you just stand there, before you turn, bowing your head down and saying the words you’ve wanted to say since that day Buggy had landed on Orange Island.

“I’m so sorry.”

Eyes falling shut, you grip the sides of your shirt, waiting for the anger you expect to receive from the townspeople. You’d been a part of the crew that had tortured them and destroyed their town; you wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted to kill you themselves.

When you don’t hear anything, you slowly glance up at them.

Only to see them all smiling down at you.

“We should be the ones apologizing,” the mayor dismisses, shaking his head at you as he urges you to stand back up. “And thanking you. You saved our lives that day.”

Shoulders falling, something warm floods you at his words in the midst of the astonishment you feel.

“We owe you a great deal, little lady.” The mayor nods, and before you can say anything, the whole town is bowing to you. They move in sync with each other, heads bowed and you can hardly believe your eyes. “Thank you.”

“I… Oh!” Hands falling to your lips, you ignore the way your vision blurs through your watery left eye, shaking your head. “Please, it’s okay! I’m… I’m just relieved you’re all free now thanks to them.”

They slowly stand up, and you let your gaze sweep across the crowd.

“I wish you the best of luck with your journey,” the mayor smiles down at you. “And hope to see you again someday.”

You smile at him one last time, stepping back as you wave to the townspeople. They return your wave, sending you all off with smiles and wishes of good luck.

Then, as you reach the boat, you find Luffy grinning back down at you.

“Let’s go!”

[secret-moonstruck]

PURITY SIGN | L. HS

Weekly challenge: Contamination (secret-moonstruck & callmemonster68)

— Pairing: Heeseung x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: The personification of purity also carried a curse. Heeseung was supposed to protect her but ended up committing the greatest sin in that kingdom by contaminating her body and soul, making her impure.

— Genre: smut, fantasy, drama

— Warnings: unprotected sex, mention of death, curse.

Among all the elves, Y/N had the saddest fate.

Since before she was born her destiny was defined, she had the power of purification, she was the personification of purity. But the problem is that she was also cursed, she couldn't touch anything or anyone because would contaminate its purity. 

If she became impure, her curse would be released, everything and everyone she touched would be swallowed by darkness.

This made her life lonely, she couldn't be around other people, the only time she could leave the temple where she lived was when she had some purification ritual to perform. The only person he had contact with was Heeseung.

Heeseung was supposed to protect Y/N, from a young age his mission was to ensure that nothing or no one contaminated Y/N, the purest being in that kingdom. It wasn't difficult, she lived isolated from the rest of the world. 

Their work became difficult, when over the years, as they grew, as they became adults, each being everything the other had, their feelings began to become more and more complicated.

Y/N and Heeseung's days were a mix of joy, torture and sadness.

Joy because one was everything the other needed, every little thing they did made them happy, from the moment they woke up, when they went for a walk together, when they were simply relaxing in each other's company, when shared a meal, when they smiled at each other happy to be together, when they watched the stars before going to sleep.

Torture because even though they spent every moment of the day together, they couldn't touch each other, even when they were so close, just a few centimeters from each other, they had to avoid contact.

Sadness because every time they were about to give in, even a small touch, they had to move away. Fate was cruel to them, placed them next to each other, but built a barrier, a line that they could never cross.

It was just another ordinary day, Y/N picking flowers in the woods or playing with some animal that came across there. Meanwhile Heeseung who was sitting on a big rock watched her, admiring her joy, he couldn't stop smiling as he saw her smiling as she filled her hair with flowers she picked, or how she ran after a rabbit happily, how she looked so pure, and it made his smile disappear, pure… he hated that word, hated how that little word drove them away.

Heeseung tried to convince Y/N that they should go back when he noticed that the weather was changing, they were too far away, they needed to get back before it started raining but Y/N didn't want to go back.

When the rain started Y/N finally gave in and agreed to come back home. As they ran home Y/N was happy even though she was soaked, she wasn't running to escape the rain she was running because she was happy, she didn't know why but she was feeling very light, free, even though it was a day like any other. 

When they crossed the large gates Heeseung continued trying to make Y/N be careful because he was afraid that she might fall down the stairs that led to his house. And that's exactly what happened, Y/N's heart sank for a brief moment as her feet slipped on the step, closing her eyes waiting for the fall, but it never came, instead she felt something she had never had before, a warmth, a comfort, that even though I had never felt it before, it seemed so familiar.

She slowly opened her eyes, afraid that she would discover that it was an illusion, that the sensation would disappear, but no, it was real. 

The moment Y/N slipped, it didn't even take half a second for Heeseung's arms to be around her body, protecting her.

As soon as Y/N looked into Heeseung's eyes she saw the panic on his face, not only that she had almost fallen, he had touched her. He committed the greatest crime and sin that could be committed in that kingdom. He knew he should let her go immediately but his body was frozen, he should let her go but he couldn't, his mind was completely filled with confusion. There she was, in his arms, how could he let go-there? How many times had he thought about what it would be like to touch her, feel her, and there she was. 

When his mind thawed, he quickly pulled her away, ensuring she was safe and well, but creating distance between them.

- It's too late Heeseung. - Y/N took his hand, making him go up the stairs. - “Nothing and no one can touch Y/N ​​or your curse will awaken.” That's what has always been said since I was born. You touched me, or me did I touch you? It doesn't matter, it's already done. Any contact was prohibited. Since we have broken this rule we have nothing left to fear.

Heeseung tried to pull his hand away from hers, but she continued holding firmly. Y/N knew that the moment she was even briefly touched, she was condemned, as soon as they found out they would order her death, she would become a risk to everyone.

During the rest of the short journey until they arrived at the house he remained silent, not knowing what to say, he was overcome with guilt, and I'm afraid, what would become of her? He was afraid of losing her. But Y/N was calm, in fact for some reason he didn't understand, she seemed relieved. 

Heeseung's body automatically stopped when they arrived in front of Y/N's room. But she still holding his hand made him enter.

- All these years were torture, knowing that even though I loved you, not even a simple touch could exist. Why is the act of simply touching your hand so wrong? - Y/N turned to Heeseung without ever letting go of his hand, her eyes fixed on his. - You know what's going to happen to me, don't you? This is our last day together, after that my existence will be considered a threat to everyone, they will not allow me to continue living. 

- No Y/N, it doesn't have to be like this, we can leave, live in hiding I can protect you.

- You know it's not possible, the moment I was born they marked me, so they could track me anywhere.

Y/N moved away from him a little, before releasing the ribbons that held her dress together, exposing her shoulder, to remind him of her mark.

- I don't want to leave with regrets. - She got closer and closer to him, she released her dress, the thin fabric was heavy and wet from the rain, she let it slide down her body with each step, Heeseung's eyes following her every movement as her exposed body approaches the from him. - I don't want my life to be this empty, I want you Heeseung, and I know you want me too. This is our only chance. Please don't let me go like this.

Tears ran down Y/N's face, her expression was a mix of sadness and desire. Heesung didn't hesitate, she was right, he couldn't let her go, not without showing how much he loved her, not without never having her, he hated that it had to be like this. He wanted to show his love in so many ways, but they couldn't enjoy their time together.

Heeseung closed the small distance between them, he pulled Y/N towards him, his hands touching her face tenderly, his fingers following every contour, every detail, until her lips, and then he kissed her.

A kiss covered in desire, in passion, years of repressed feelings being transmitted in that small moment between them. The feeling of their bodies finally coming together play, so long without any small touch existed, and now they could feel every part of each other, the more they could feel the more they wanted.

Heeseung's hands studied every part of Y/n's body while pulling her closer and closer to him, desperate to feel her. He picked her up on his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to his bed.

The kiss was interrupted briefly, while they were gasping for air, he released her onto his bed, and stopped to admire her for a small moment, not believing that it was real, there was the woman he had been deprived of touching for so many years, so beautiful, so soft, waiting to finally be touched and loved by him.

It wasn't long before his hands were once again traveling over Y/N's body, causing her to shiver as he felt and memorized every millimeter of her body. He wanted this moment to last forever.

- You're so perfect. - His voice filled with adoration as his eyes traveled from her body until he met Y/N's eyes. - I love every part of you. 

- Heeseung, please make me yours. - Y/N asked before wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him for another kiss that she wanted to engrave in her memory.

The kiss this time was more intense, covered by the heat that emanated from their bodies. The desperation they felt for this connection was too much for them. Heeseung moved away to get out of his clothes, Y/N hurried to finish removing hers as well. 

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as their eyes met, both seeing the desperation and desire for each other. Then as if time passed again they let their feelings take over, their lips joined again, while their now completely naked bodies were glued to each other, heat and desire covering them, their breaths heavy as Y/N felt Heeseung's lips trailing kisses down your neck.

Gasps spreading throughout the room as their bodies finally came together, moving slowly as if to savor the moment. Y/N's arms were firmly wrapped around Heeseung's body as he also hugged her, the movement of their bodies increasing, as the world disappeared, there was only them, and the certainty of how one was the other's everything.

While they wanted this moment to last forever, their bodies couldn't take it anymore, the pleasure filled them. going crazy as they exploded in ecstasy, as Heeseung filled Y/N's insides.

They were tired, sleepy, but they knew it was their last moments together, as they stood there with Y/N ​​lying on Heeseung's chest while he hugged her as if he could avoid fate.

- I need to confess something. - Y/N said, her voice shaking. - That moment on the stairs… it didn't make a difference, you touching me at that moment didn't change anything. The curse exists, but only something unclean could contaminate me, and that doesn't apply to you. You never thought or did anything bad to anyone, you are pure Heeseung. I already imagined this but I wasn't sure, but at that moment I realized, I could feel, that nothing had changed, I'm sorry for having carried this forward even though I knew.

- Does that mean you'll be okay? - Happiness covered his voice as he held her tighter in his arms.

- Unfortunately, it's not like that. That didn't change anything, but this did. I'm unclean Heeseung, my body has become unclean, I signed my death warrant myself, I'm sorry. I regret that in order for us to be together for a small moment I had to separate us forever.

- It doesn't matter, I know that we will meet again, even if it's in another life and then we can be together. You will be my Y/N and I will be yours. - He stated, he wouldn't live in a world without Y/N as soon as they killed her he would follow her.

The day had barely lightened when Y/N heard them coming, she knew her mark was on them. would alert that his body and soul had been contaminated by the darkness of his curse. She kissed Heeeung's lips one last time, avoiding waking him, before getting dressed and accepting her fate.

There would be a big ritual, like Y/N normally performed them, needed go after at least 5 elves who had purification powers to get at least close to the Y/N power level. They feared that the moment they killed her her darkness would spread throughout the kingdom, so they needed days to prepare the ritual.

When the day finally arrived, Y/N fell into despair upon arriving at the great hall. 

- No. Why? Why is he here? He didn't do anything wrong. Let him go.

Y/N screamed when she saw Heeseung tied up and gagged on the other side of the room.

- Heeseung had a duty, to protect the personification of purity. Not only did he fail in his mission, he was to blame for defiling the purest soul in this realm. - One of the 7 elves who ruled declared.

- He's innocent, it was me. That's my fault. myself I decided so, only punish to me. - She begged.

- I am really sorry. You are a threat to this kingdom, and he is to blame.

The guards took the two to the middle of the hall, their swords pointed at the two. 

Heeseung and Y/N looked at each other one last time waiting for death. When someone intervened for them.

- That's not necessary. - Y/N recognized the elf who spoke, she had already seen her once, she had the power to see the future.

- Do you see something? - The elf questioned her.

- Indeed, Y/n's soul and body are no longer pure. But the child inside her is. They must live, the child must come into this world, she is the one who will protect this kingdom from darkness.

Upon hearing this Y/N immediately looked at Heeseung as the guards released them. They barely finished releasing him when he immediately went to Y/N taking her in his arms. Nothing needed to be said for her to know that his happiness was not only because they were still alive, but also because of the child that would come. 

Y/N and Heeseung were allowed to live, but because of Y/N's curse she had to remain isolated, but now she couldn't even leave her house, Heeseung insisted that even if he ran the risk he wouldn't leave her, so the elves who were called to perform the ritual, they had to work on an amulet to protect him. When the child was born, Y/N's curse would cease to exist and only then would they be able to have a normal life, but they didn't care, they were happy to know that there was a future together that awaited them.

Next challenge (02/14): Mermaid

[ranhaitanisbitch]

Mammon has nightmares after lesson 16

Spoilers for obey me lesson 16

- mammon x gn!reader

warning: angst with comfort (i think, i'm not good at this T_T), shirtless Mammon in a non-suggestive way

synopsis: mammon can't sleep because he keeps having nightmares about seeing mc die, he decides to pay them a nightly visit.

author's note: this is my first piece of creative writing ever, so please don't be too harsh on me hehe. hope you enjoy it! also would love more suggestions and ideas to write about, so i can practice some more ^_^ (also english isn't my native language, so i apologize for any mistakes)

word count: about 1.1k

3:24 AM. Mammon sighed. It was already the third time he had woken up from his sleep tonight. He had had another nightmare. Nothing unusual for the demon lately. Ever since that one particular day he had had trouble falling asleep. Whenever he laid back and closed his eyes the one memory, he tried so desperetealy to forget, kept replaying in his mind. On nights he was able to miraculously fall asleep he would be plagued by nightmares, being forced to relive that traumatic memory again and again. The demon would wake up from those nightmares drenched in sweat and repeat that process until he'd decide keeping trying would be a waste of time. Then he'd start with his daily duties, extremely sleep deprived, but at least he would have a distraction from the scenes that haunted him whenever there was a moment of quiet.

Mammon sighed again. He could feel his wet shirt clinging to his skin. He could tell he wouldn't get another second of sleep tonight, but the lack of sleep from the previous days were starting to catch up to him. During the past week he kept falling asleep in class (very much to Lucifer's disapproval) and even the photographer at his modeling gig sent him home, lecturing him about the importance of beauty sleep for models. The man told Mammon to come back when his eye bags, which were so dark they were impossible to cover, were gone. One week later the eye bags were still there if not even worse. "I can't go on like this", Mammon thought. He moved his blanket off of himself and left his room. He didn't even think about what he was doing or where he was going, but his own feet seemed to have a plan.

When he arrived in front of a door he knew too well, the demon stopped. "What am I doing? It's almost four in the morning. I shouldn't wake them up.", Mammon scolded himself as his hand was already reaching for the door handle and pushing it down. "This is so inappropriate!", "I shouldn't be here", "(M/C)'s gonna get so mad if they wake up.". Mammon's heart was pounding like crazy and suddenly stopped when he saw your sleeping face with your brows furrowed. The demon had seen you sleep once before, when he barged into your room a few months ago, in the middle of the night, to get you to sneak out with him. You looked so peaceful sleeping back then, but now your face looked all scrunched up, not peaceful at all. And now Mammon even noticed the small lamp, that was still turned on, on your bedside table. Where you having a nightmare? Were you being plagued by nightmares too? Were they the same ones he had? Were they worse? As traumatic as that day was for Mammon he couldn't even imagine how bad it must've been for you. You had literally... died. The thought alone was enough to make goosebumps rise on the demon's skin and the urge to touch and embrace you was getting stronger. He just wanted to make sure you were still there. Really there. His feet slowly approached the bed. Without thinking Mammon's hand moved to your face, softly caressing the crease between your eyebrows with one finger as if to smooth the lines. You suddenly opened your eyes and Mammon's hand shot back. Your face softened as you recognized Mammon's face and gave him a small smile, "You scared me". "Sorry", was all that the demon could come up with as he stared at your face like he couldn't believe you were real. "What are you doing here?", you asked softly. Mammon was acting unlike his usual self and that seemed to concern you. "I don't know". Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing here, but he would never admit that. Even if he wanted to, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. You lifted your blanket up and gestured for him to slip in. Mammon immediately complied and laid down beside you. The blanket was too small for two people, so you two were practically smooshed against each other. "Mammon your shirt is drenched", you whispered feeling the damp shirt now cling to you too. "Sorry". You sighed, "Take it off. You'll get sick...". The demon blushed, but pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall down on the floor beside the bed, "is that really okay?". You just giggled softly at his shy demeanor. The skin of his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red and the demon quickly turned off the small bed side lamp, thankful you wouldn't be able to see the embarrassing color his face had taken on.

With his shirt off Mammon could feel even more of your warm skin. The feeling made him calm down. The anxious feeling he had when he first stepped through the door completely gone. You were real. You were still here. Suddenly Mammon had the strongest urge to hug you and never let go, so he carefully turned his body in your direction and put an experimental hand on your right arm. When you didn't protest he put his whole arm around your waist loosely. He felt a sensation on his arm and expected you to move his arm away. Feeling dejected he got ready to pull his hand away, but only felt your own hand caress his arm softly. Mammon let out a small sigh of relief and boldly put his head in the crook of your neck. Your free arm sneaked under Mammon's neck and started playing with his head. The demon relaxed completely. This was probably the most relaxed he had been in the past weeks since the incident. He could feel himself become more tired and was slowly starting to fall asleep. He muttered a last "good night" and drifted off to sleep.

[stariekis]

pose for me.

pairing : non idol!jake + fem!reader . genre : fluff . cw : kissing and make out (kinda) . wc : 3.1K

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synopsis — late night ride with your boyfriend.

uri's note — had this draft for the longest time fr :| is actually inspired by the second pic ! he looks so good lord .. hope u enjoy babies <3

“Are we there yet?” — You asked while laying in the backseat of your boyfriend's car, Jake. Since Jake got his driver's license it was pretty common, more like a routine, for you both to go on late night drives through the city. You loved to watch the city lights through the car windows, when the sun had already seated and the stars decorated the sky.

“We are almost there babe, i swear” — He answered, watching you through the rearview mirror as you admired the scenery. Jake knew how much you love the night, that's why he started planning these kinds of ‘dates’. And he also loved seeing your smiley face every time he asks you to go on a ride. Both of you win.

Some time later Jake parked his car. The first time you both went on a night ride you found a kind of secret place and decided that, since then, that spot was your spot. It was kind of a lookout, there were some benches and a few lights that illuminated the space.

“Baby turn around for a second please” — You asked him, as you opened the camera app in your phone and pointed at him. You always thought that your boyfriend was the most attractive boy you've ever seen in your life, but there is something about tonight that made him three times prettier than he already was.

That night he decided to tie his hair up in a man bun and he chose a simple but cool fit. That plus the street light illuminating his perfect face created a prettier scenery than the one you've seen during the ride.

When you called his name he turned his head immediately, posing as soon as he saw you pointing your phone at him. He knew how much you loved taking pictures of him, it was kind of a muscle memory at this point.

“Let me see it” — He pleaded as soon as you put your phone down. “Not a chance, this one is for my personal enjoyment” — You answered, pressing your phone against your chest.

He smirked at you. “Since you won't let me see it i might have to take matters into my own hands” — and with that he jumped to the backseat of his car, trapping you between him and the door you were laying into. He started tickling you, trying to take your phone away from your grip.

But little by little both of your laughs and his attempts to see the picture died, you found Jake looking at him with the most lovestruck gaze that he's ever looked at you. He helped you sit correctly on the seats, and he took the spot next to you.

His fingers played with yours that were resting on your thighs, none of you able to take your eyes of each other. “How can i be this lucky” — He said, letting out a sigh. You blushed as his words, little did he know that you feel the same way.

How can a boy as magnificent as him fall in love with you, it was something that you would never understand.

You didn't answer, in fact you decided to close the gap between you two kissing him softly. Both of his hands were now placed in your waist while yours snaked around his neck pulling him even closer if it was possible.

He slowly guided you to sit on his lap, his hands were now placed on your hips tracing round shapes with his thumbs. The kiss became a bit intense, he bit your under lip letting it go with a plop.

You slightly pulled away, not wanting to make much space between the two of you since the last thing you wanted right now was being apart from him. “I am the looking one by the way. Imagine dating the most caring, loving and hottest guy in the world like — you clicked your tongue — I might win this one because of you” You took his face with one of your hands, squishing his cheeks and making his lips pout.

He chuckled and took the hand that was on his face. Not long after that he pulled you again into a kiss, it's been seconds since he last kissed you but Jake already missed your warm and plump lips on his.

Let's say this night drive was a success and now he is even more excited to drive you everywhere if this was going to be his reward.

tag list: @layzfy @laylasbunbunny @yuminako (open ; send an ask to be added)

[chigirisfangirl]

Vamp!Nagireo x reader (they both fall for the reader slowly)

(reader is gender natural) this is prob just headcannons? This fic mentions blood, biting, kidnapping, uhhh maybe a bit of a smut? Idk just read (mdni)

I feel like Nagi would probably tell Reo to kidnap you and use your blood as a source of food

And Reo being the friend he is for Nagi ofc he kidnaps you

At the very start I feel like Nagi would just come over to you and just bite you lazily then leave you all alone feeling dizzy, yeah he has no care at the start at all

And yeah, he would just leave you there, laying on the floor with dizziness after he sucked the living dreams out of you

Reo would most probably just pick you up and place you on a bed and then act like nothing happened

Reo would might also suck your blood a couple of times too since him and Nagi are sharing you at this point

Especially after they came home from a hard day of football, they won't necessarily hurt you?? But I feel like they won't pay much attention to you

BUT they will bite you roughly and aggressively than usual, like a wild animal finally eating after starving for days

And after that they will just avoid you for weeks until they recovered?? Whatever makes them angry ig

Reo is mostly the one who just cares for you and make sure you are fed well, cleaned well and idk, for the sake of your blood

There will also be a couple of times where both of them would bite you at the same time too which makes you twice dizzier but don't worry, Reo will take care of you

(NSFW!) And sometimes you would also be used as a stress reliever for Nagi too, he would suddenly grab you and just make you cockwarm him, letting you straddle on his lap while he's in you

(NSFW!) For Reo idk if he would use your body too?? But it depends how stressed he gets actually, sometimes he'll make you give him a handjob and once he cums, all that stress vanishes :>

As they live and process with you longer and longer, they will see you much more as a girlfriend than a food source

Reo would become more gentle with his bites and Nagi would probably just randomly cuddle you saying he misses you?? Yeah he will definitely jump on you randomly collapsing on the bed as he lets all his weight crush you down 😭

They'll slowly warm up to you and treat you better as time gets on

Reo sometimes buys random stuff for you when he goes out and Nagi wants to game with you in random times, even if you don't know how to play

Overall they'll just share you and make you their stress reliever girlfriend?? Most likely

Yeah this was short, there's a lot more in my drafts 😓 I'll get onto it later

[vibratingskull]

Hey There,

May I request a cute fic about Thrawn x Femreader. After book 2 (Alliances), Thrawn and his partner (who is also chiss) find out that a couple of the Chiss Skywalkers they rescued don't actually have families to go back to (perhaps the grysk are responsible?) and decide to ask the girls if they would like to stay with them and be adopted.

(Thrawn doesn't like the idea of them just going back to be used as navigators because of what happened to his sister 😓)

The Reader has been struggling with infertility for years and had ultimately given up on her and Thrawn having a family but is now happy to be able to rescue these girls and also make a new family for them.

Thank you :)

Aaaaaaw, Thrawn and Y/n yearning for a family... So cute, I am always soft for father Thrawn ❤️. I reworked it a bit, I hope you still love it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

⋆˙⟡♡ Thrawn x F!reader ♡⟡⋆˙

Tags : Reader is infertile, Reader and Thrawn want a daughter, yearning for a child, general fluffiness and happy ending, adoption

addendum : the woman in the pictures "spiritually" represents reader (originally it's Thalias) but at no point Y/n is described in the fic so feel free to ignore that madam if you don't like her, the overall atmosphere of the picture just worked too well to not be used <3

You smile, tucking the girls into beds to sleep at last.  

They look absolutely exhausted, poor little ones. You cannot refrain from gently caressing a strand of hair of one girl behind her ear, her features drawn and tired, but relieved to be between warm covers and pillows. 

Karyn helped you take care of them with another officer knowing a bit of Sy Bisty, but it was obvious the girls preferred to be around you, another Chiss. 

The way all their visages lighted up in disbelief and relief when you and Thrawn appeared to them.  

Two Chiss in this weird alien place, so far away from home, what were the odds? 

The youngest, a 5-year-old burst into tears when she saw you two. Immediately the oldest tried to calm her down, telling her that this demeanor was not proper for a Chiss Skywalker, but you interrupted them with a gentle hand on their shoulders and took the little one in your arms, she hugged you so hard you had difficulties breathing, but that was the least you could do! 

Thrawn ordered Karyn to find an officer speaking Sy Bisty to take care of all of them. But that would have been too much work for only one person so you followed, holding the little one in one arm and another by the hand. 

The first stop was obviously the med bay! 

They all kept their stern and untouchable mask that Skywalkers are trained to have no matter what, but they were obviously very impressed by the droids, so you explained to them how they worked and obeyed and they slowly relaxed around them. 

They were examined, had an X-ray, and received shots for the local illness, fortunately, they were all in good health, just very fatigued and with an empty stomach. 

The next stop was the mess hall for them to fill them up as much as they wanted. The droid grumbled that they should only have one serving but you shut it up and they ate their fill. You started to hear some discreet laughs between the girls while you attended the youngest ones to cut their meat.  Slowly the atmosphere warmed up and they started to talk, to you and between them. 

No one was in the mess at that moment, you had the entire place for yourself, alleviating the stress of being among near-Chiss aliens. The girls devoured their plates, to your relief. 

Suddenly, all the girls turned toward the door and fall mute 

Everyone, except the little one on your lap 

“Is everything all right around here?” A majestic and rich voice you love resonated in the room. 

You turned with a smile to Thrawn approaching silently, hands clasped behind his back. 

“Yes, ch’acah. They are all in good health, they received the shots and now they eat.” 

“Very good.” He praised sternly, “I am glad to hear it, we should soon send them back.” 

You received this news like a punch in the stomach. 

Of course, you will need to send them back to the Ascendancy! But... So soon? 

Why not let them enjoy a bit of free time? A bit of liberty. 

They were so joyful and lively at that moment, with the one on your lap eating her lentils, keeping them around before sending them back to that crushing machine could alleviate their heart a bit. 

The little one on your lap took a bite too big and started coughing up her lentils while you tapped her back gently. Thrawn approached and whipped her little mouth with a towel gently before caressing the top of her head and looking at the assembly of children who dared not utter a word in his presence. 

“Eat up, Skywalkers. You are safe with us, we will find a way to send you bak to the Ascendancy quickly.” 

The oldest ones answered politely while the youngest just nodded, impressed by the Grand Admiral standing there. 

You could not help but gulp, feeling your throat drying out drastically at that news. 

“Ch’acah?” Thrawn asked. 

You raised your gaze to meet his, ‘do not get your hopes up’ written in his burning orbs. 

You sighed, lowering your eyes before him, saddened. 

“... All right.” You admited. 

“Perfect. I let them in your care.” He approved before leaving as silently as he appeared. 

“Is he mad?” the little one asked, almost scared. 

You sadly smiled. 

“No, not at all, do not worry.” You reassured her, “He just wants to make sure you all feel well for your time with us before we send you back. He is not mad at you.” 

She nodded a bit, slightly reassured that she was not in trouble, and resumed eating. 

You sighed in your mind. 

Thrawn guessed immediately 

He only had to look at you once with them to catch up with what you wanted to ask him. 

He is not a genius for nothing. 

But that kills you inside. 

You snap back to reality when you hear a choked sob coming from the first guest suite you put the girls in. You check the girls here one last time and head to the other suite, peaking your head inside. 

“Everything is all right here?” You ask soflty. 

Again, you discover one of the oldest hugging the youngest on the couch of the suite, out of bed and not sleeping. The little girl is in tears and the other seems to be running out of tricks to console her. You immediately kneel next to the couch, inviting the grown girl to go back to sleep and let you handle the tears. 

You wrap your arms around the little Chiss, Gewakii as she told you, and lift her up from the couch, carrying her outside to let the girls sleep in peace. Your first instinct was to go to the private salon of the Chimaera, but it is for the highest officers and you are a civilian and she would feel uncomfortable around all those aliens. 

So you head toward your and Thrawn’s suite. A place intimate and peaceful for her to calm down. You put her on the pricey sofa of the living room and prepare her a creamy hot chocolate, sitting next to her while she gulps down the treat with large sips, letting out a big sigh each time she lowers the cup. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” You softly invite. 

“I... I don’t want to be a skywalker anymore!” She cries with big tears, the cup trembling in her hands. 

“And why is that?” You circle her shoulders with an arm to press her against you tenderly. 

“It’s hard! I don’t like it!” She grits her teeth, “I... I wanna go home!” 

You gulp, caressing her wet cheek. 

Home 

Does she even remember it? 

From what Thrawn revealed to you of the process, she won’t remember anything. Only that she had a family before, a real one, but will forever be unable to remember a single feature of her parent’s face or the sound of their voices. 

They will be perfect strangers to her. 

Those memories... Are whipped out of their minds forever. 

She just knows she used to belong to somewhere different than the Skywalker order, somewhere she hoped was warmer. 

“The Ascendancy is your home.” You try. 

“I... I know, but... I want my real home! My... My mom!” 

You gently press her tighter, you are basically a stranger to her, but the best you can do is offer some love and affection while she cries. 

“I am sorry, Gewakii. You are born with a powerful gift, a gift vital for the Ascendancy’s survival. You are a hero and they need you as much as possible.” 

“But I don’t wanna be a hero!” she sobs, “I want to be... normal!” 

You hold onto each other while she cries. She is only 5 and already lived through so, so much. She deserves to rest and feel familial love hugging her, go to school like any little girl, have a favorite plushie, and play with friends. 

But she is shipped from ship to ship, forced down a seat too big for her to guide the warships to battle, afraid of the future... 

She has no familly name anymore 

She is just Gewakii 

Gewakii the 5-year-old Skywalker, flying from battle to battle, with only one caregiver to console her at night if she ever bothered to. 

Your heart bleeds as you feel her tears wet your shirt as she hugs you tight, crying her eyes out. 

She finally calms down after long minutes, sighing tiredly in your arms.  

“Wait a second.” You say like a secret. 

You leave her on the couch and take a deep breath, opening one door. 

You light up the unused nursery and take a step inside, observing the empty crib and the colorful pattern on the wall. You approach a chest of drawers where an armada of plushies are resting, still and useless. 

You grab one green rabbit with colorful patterns, remembering how you noticed it on the shelves of the boutique, pulling Thrawn inside excitedly 

‘For our first one!’ You said full of hope that day 

Thrawn gently smiled and bought the rabbit that you proudly held in your arms in the street, impatient to give it to your firstborn. 

Might as well offer this one... 

You come back with a smile and give her the plushie that she contemplates with puffy eyes. 

“What’s its name?” She asks, her voice still trembling a bit. 

“It doesn’t have any. You can name it as you wish, it is yours now.” 

She gently presses it against her chest. 

“Nana never let me have a plushie...” 

“Nana?” 

“...My caregiver.”  

“Oh...” 

You don’t make any comment saying that she can’t forbid her now, considering she probably died defending her, maybe even in front of her. 

“She said I will have one when I will do a better job as a skywalker...” 

You pinch your lips together, that Nana sounded like a real... 

“I never got one in the end.” 

“No one here will take it from you.” You reassure, taking her on your lap gently, “It is your companion from now on.” 

She sighs, letting her head rest on your chest, being cradled by your rhythmic respiration. 

You both remain silent and still, hugging each other tenderly on the sofa when you feel a hand gently caressing your cheek. 

You open your eyes with a yawn before realizing she is no more on your lap. 

“I took her back to bed.” Thrawn explains softly, raising back up, “You were both sleeping in the cold living room.” 

“Oh...” You yawn eyes full of sleep, “Did she have her plushie?” 

“She was holding it tighter than a nightwolf holds its prey.” He muses, taking his white jacket off. 

You weakly nod, you hope she will better sleep with it at least. 

“Thrawn.” You start 

“I know what you are going to ask, Ch’acah.” he stops you immediately, “You know we cannot.” 

You jump on your feet, hands pressed as in prayer. 

“Those are just little girls! They deserve to know the warmth of love and family!” 

“Those girls are assets to the Ascendancy’s survival.” He retorts calmly, tidying his jacket in the closet. 

“Thrawn!” You protest, outraged, “This is unfair, this is-” 

“Ch’acah.” He stops raising a hand before turning to you, eyes clear and assured, “This is not a matter of fairness but of fact. Those girls are a blessing to the Ascendancy, they were born to help warriors protect the Chiss population from war and devastation. I do not like it more than you do, trust me I do not. But this is a sacrifice we are all making to protect our worlds.” 

You start shaking, your lower lip trembling terribly. 

“This is an odious way to see things... Those are children.” 

“And they accomplish their duties for other children to leave in peace and protection. Once they are done, they will be adopted by the most prestigious families, they will enter the best schools, and follow a path paved of Nyix and gold. They will find a family that would be delighted and honored to adopt them and nurture their future, they won’t be alone for the rest of their life.” 

“I know... I know...” You cry, “I know... But it is so unfair. They only wish for a familly and us...” 

You hiccup, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Thrawn comes to take you in his arms, gently pressing you against his large chest, caressing your hair. 

“I know, Ch’acah. We hoped for so long for a little one and those girls are like blessings who fell on our laps. But they are not our blessings. They are assets, as I am. Our life is not ruled by our desires but by our duties.” 

“Maybe you are! I am not! I am free!” You counter. 

Thrawn may be subservient to the Asscendancy’s navy but you are a civilian, you stole a ship and fled after your beloved through the neverending universe until you caught his trail in this human empire. 

“You are a criminal in the eyes of the Chiss, like me Ch’acah. How do you think they would react if they learned that two criminals retained Skywalkers on their ships? This would be a declaration of war and you know I need the Empire to save us all.” 

You press your face in your hands, head resting on his chest, listening to his peaceful heartbeat while he cradles you. 

“She was so warm in my arms...” 

“I know Ch’acah.” 

“She stopped crying when I hugged her.” 

“I know, ch’eo Ch’acico...” 

“It felt so right. She just wants her mother, I... I could be her mother...!” 

“My heart grieves with you, Ch’acah. I prayed so long for a daughter, but you know we simply cannot. Those girls have a destiny and ours is to correct the course of fate to send them back to their true place.” 

You feel your legs failing under you and Thrawn kneels to accompany the movement and not let you fall, still hugging you tight. You ugly cry in the arms of your tender husband. 

You know he is right. 

You know he is! 

But feeling Gewakii’s little heart beats with yours like a symphony... It felt like she was yours 

It felt soft 

It felt warm 

It felt right 

You felt like you could wake up for her each time she had a nightmare and cook her lunch for each day at school... 

It felt like the piece you’ve been missing in your life for so long. 

“I know it is my fault if we are’nt parents, bu-but...” You try to catch your breath 

Thrawn’s grip instantly hardens around you, almost painful. 

“I forbid you from saying that, Ch’acah.” He orders harshly, “I forbid you from holding yourself responsible. This is not your fault. This is nobody’s fault.” 

He parts from you to cup your cheeks in his hands, looking at you with so much love you can’t see his pupil in his eyes. 

“The Warrior refused to bless us with a baby, this is not your responsibility. We will find a way one day, I promise you. A daughter for us both.” He assures, kissing your forehead lovingly as you slowly calm down. 

He lifts you up bridal style and heads toward the bedroom, brushing his cheek on the top of your head. 

“Let’s sleep, Ch’acah. You have to take care of the Skywalkers tomorrow too.” 

“For how long will they stay here...?” You weakly ask. 

“A week at minimum. Maybe two, it will depend on how quickly I can communicate safely with the Ascendancy, but once they know we have abducted Skywalker on board they will be here swiftly.” 

“... All right...” You abdicate. 

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Thrawn cannot sleep. 

You keep crying even in your sleep, sighing your sorrow deeply even in Morpheus arms. 

He cannot fault you. 

He too ardently craves a baby 

A daughter to hug and cherish all day long... 

But the Warrior decided othewise and he accepted it. 

Or rather he resigned himself. 

When the news arrived that you were infertile he felt the urge to burn the results before you laid eyes on them. But he owed you the truth and you wanted to know why getting pregnant took so much time. 

He knows since that day you silently held yourself responsible. You knew he wanted a baby so much with you, but your barren womb was of no use and you hated yourself for that. 

He could never hate you, even for that. 

Even if you can’t have children, at least you are together as a team and a couple. 

If he had the choice he would have preferred to be the one infertile, to not see shadows darkening your soft smile, to not burden yourself anymore. You offer him so much every day and you can’t even see it yourself. 

He could not believe his eyes when he spotted you on the docks that fateful day. You crossed the entire galaxy for a frenzied hunt in the hope of finding him? Just to be with him of all people? If he was not in public he would have dropped to his knees before you. 

And since you left your entire life, family, friends, and career behind just to be with him, you became his best support in his life and career. The empire refused you a formal job in the Navy but he took you as a civilian “assistant” to help him daily and allowed you to live together on the Chimaera. 

Your support is of utmost importance to him, your embrace is his salvation, your smile is his strength keeping him going. 

You give him so much, but choose to focus on that one detail instead, measuring your worth to your inability to give your couple a baby. 

So he gives you even more love to counterbalance your low self-esteem. Even if you can’t have a child together, he would want nobody else as his wife and partner. 

It is you and him until death do you part. 

He turns his head to you lying next to him in the master bed of the suite. He can guess your trembling shoulder and the choked sobs coming from you. 

His beloved, his Ch’acah... 

How can he be so powerless to appease your pain? Why is it out of his control? If only he could make your pain disappear with the snap of his fingers, you would never shed a single tear again. 

He rolls on his side, wrapping his arms around you to embrace you in your sleep, feeling your heart beating against the palm of his hand. 

He only had to look at you, to see your blissful smile when that little girl was eating on your lap to guess what you were hoping for. 

He knows you so well. 

But he cannot allow it. 

Those girls are the ultimate rempart for the Chiss security. To deny their return is to condemn your entire people. 

And he made the vow to protect the Chiss even at the cost of his life 

Or his personal happiness. 

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You sigh 

It has been a week and soon a Chiss ship will come to collect the girl to take them back to their soul-crushing existence... 

This week has been a blessing, allowing you to fulfill your fantasy of being a mother to so many adorable little girls. 

It was a real dream 

But it is time to wake up and face reality. 

“Why are you sad (Y/n)?” One of them asks you, pulling you back to reality. 

You shake yourself up and smile at her brightly. 

“Nothing, I am just a bit tired. Show me your drawing!” You invite. 

She gives the final touches sticking her tongue in focus and shows you the flimsy sheet with a big smile. 

“Oooooooooh, it’s really good!” You praise, discovering a field of wheat seen from above with a lake and the edge of a forest, “The colors are really pretty! Thrawn, look!” 

Thrawn on the other side of the table raises his head and shot a tight grin and a nod at the piece. 

“Very interesting hatching technique, it is clear you have been drawing for some time now.” He praise 

She giggles, a bit embarrassed by the compliments and you give her a new sheet to draw again. Thrawn is on a break while Karyn just left to take command and he came to spend time with everyone. 

A little like 

A father with his children. 

He come see each girls and gives a compliment to each painting with polite focus when they explain in lengthy detail their creative process, asking them questions on the subject or the medium, supporting them with a paternal smile. 

You silently walk among the girls trying to paint, silently chuckling at the mess of paint on the table while they trace lines on their sheets, creating new worlds at the tip of their brush. The eldest either preferred to read a book you landed them or help you manage the little ones. 

You approach Gewakii with a gentle grin, kneeling next to her child-size chair. She barely spoke for the day and you don’t see her paint, she just hugs her rabbit tight, sucking her thumb to try and appease herself. You caress her back gently. 

“You don’t wanna paint Gewakii?” 

She shrugs 

“I don’t know what to paint...” 

“Anything! A flower, a tree, a bedroom, your plushie!” 

She pushes the empty flimsy sheet she had in front of her to reveal a rough drawing of the bunny. 

“Oooooh so you did paint something. You like your bunny?” You nudge her delicately. 

She nods silently, resuming her tongue sucking as her grip on the plushie tightens. The drawing quality is what you can expect from a 5 year old, but it is vibrant with a lot of small heart surrounding the plushie. 

“Did you name it, Gewakii?” Thrawn appears out of nowhere on the other side of the her, kneeling to put himself at her level. 

She considers the bunny with a sniff, pursing her lips as she thinks. 

“Floppy.” She declares, “His name is Floppy.” 

You take one of Floppy’s paws and shake it respectfully. 

“A pleasure, Mr. Floppy.” You declare assuredly. 

She looks at you silently, visibly trying to refrain from smiling, trying to keep her ‘mask’ in place. 

So you stick your tongue at her and she starts giggling behind her mouth. 

“What could we paint next, Thrawn?” You ask, pulling a bowl of brush and a white sheet toward you three to start a drawing all together, “... Thrawn?” 

You turn to him as you get no response. Thrawn is slightly frowning, detailing the Floppy painting with his sharp gaze, focusing on the drawing like he is analyzing it. 

You know of his talent for building entire war tactics on the analysis of your enemies’ art, but what can he see in a 5 year-old's drawing? 

“Thrawn?” You insist. 

He raises his hand to sush you, frowning deeper. 

You and Gewakii look at him in silence, wondering what thoughts are flying in his brain. 

“Gewakii.” He finally puts the drawing down, looking at the little girl, “Would you please follow me? I need your help for something.” 

She looks at him horrified. 

“Did I do something?” She pleads, hiding her face behind Mr.Floppy. 

“No, of course not.” He shakes his head soflty, lowering the plushie to look into her eyes, “But I need some assistance for a little experience, and I have the feeling only you can help me.” 

She looks at him mute in incredulity before turning toward you with round eyes. You nod to her encouragingly. 

Thrawn gentlemanly offers his hand for her to stand up and she hesitantly takes it and follows him out of the small art room, clinging to him. 

“Why did he took Gewakii?” A girl asks, stopping her reading. 

“I do not know...” You confess. 

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You sigh, combing your hair before your mirror, ready to go to sleep. 

Taking care of so many children is quite exhausting even if it is thrilling, you are ready to fall face-first on your mattress and sleep without a dream. 

All the girls are sleeping, some with new plushies that you had no use for and soon, a Chiss ship will be here to collect them and everything will be like before. 

Without children’s laughter coursing the Chimaera’s... 

You will be alone once more 

Without a little hand to hold and kiss. 

You sigh again when the bedroom’s door shushes open to let appear Thrawn, focused on a datapad. 

“Ah, there you are!” You welcome him, “You completely disappeared with Gewakii for the rest of the day!” 

“I had an important experiment to conduct.” He explains mysteriously before handing you his datapad. 

You take it to discover graphs and values you can’t make sense of, prompting you to frown at him for more information. 

“These are Gewakii’s data, I measured them today.” 

You raise an eyebrow, still without the crucial details. 

“(Y/n), she lost her third sight.” He drops. 

You open your mouth agape 

“But... She is so young... How?” 

“I suspect her third sight was extremely weak to begin with.” 

“But then why did the Ascendancy put her in service?” 

“I think the Ascendancy is getting desperate. The number of Skywalker was already on the decline when I entered the forces, and I think it is even worse now.” 

You look down the values again. 

So young 

What is the Ascendancy is going to say? 

“Did you warn them?” 

“Yes. Admiral Ar’alani is extremely displeased by the news, she hoped to get back operative Skywalkers and she just lost one, even if her record said her performances were mediocre.” 

You let out a breath. Gewakii hates her life as a Skywalker, even if the Ascendacy lost a precious tool, at least she will now be able to have a normal life at last... 

“So she will get adopted now, I presume.” You say almost to yourself, “I think... She will be happy to learn that news.”   

“Not necessarily. A family of the 8 or 40 would adopt her, but would not give them parental figures like a mother and father but tutors and teachers, i do not think this is something she really wanted.” 

You lay the datapad on your lap, defeated. 

“Poor little one... She cannot catch a break.” 

“This is why I deposed an official demand of adoption by Ar’alani’s intermediary.” 

... 

You remain still, eyes fixed on the screen, Thrawn’s words resonating in your head like an echo. 

You slowly turn toward your husband. 

“Care to repeat that?” You ask with a trembling voice. 

“I formaly asked to adopt Gewakii.” He repeats calmly, looking at you with a soft gaze despite his stern expression. 

The air is sucked out of your lungs like you have been punched and your hands start trembling as you feel tears rising behind your eyes. 

“... Really?” 

He nods with a tight smile. 

“Ar’alani put pressure on the process with Ba’kif helps. They accepted.” 

If you were not already sitting you would have fall to the ground. You break down crying, hiding your mouth behind your mouth as your sob. 

“We have a daughter, Ch’acah.” Thrawn repeats warmly, coming closer. 

In tears you stand up to take your husband in your arms. 

A child 

A daughter 

A little one to brighten your days 

A little one to love and cherish to no end 

At last... 

“Are you happy, Ch’acah?” Thawn inquires as he hugs you tight. 

“Yes...” You hiccup, “Yes I am... I am so happy.” 

You hugged each other tight all night long, happy, discussing how best to break the news to Gewakii tomorrow morning, maybe throw a little party with you two and the girls  before they have to say goodbye. 

Finally 

You are a mother of a wonderful little girl 

Like you and Thrawn always dreamed off... 

The Warrior did not abandon you, in the end. 

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That Old Familiar Lie

Sakura Haruka x F!Reader

Summary: After Sakura comes home from a tough fight, you wake up beside him and realize just how much you love him. Or, first time love confessions, lots of tears, and the good old waking up beside each other trope. (Sakura and reader are in their 20’s! He has graduated from Furin)

tags: fluff, mentions of knife wound but nothing graphic, mentions of blood, canon-typical injuries really, reader cries a lot, sakura cannot vocalize his feelings normally

a/n: ummmmm ch 169 made me fall in love with this series all over again and the look on his face in that panel is the cause of this. iykyk. title taken from the calendar, the energy (if this is you then woe is me) by matthew thiessen and the earthquakes

wc: 2.8k

You’re not sure what pulls you out of slumber. A strip of shifting sunlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains, maybe, or an unshakable urge to check in on Sakura. Last night’s fight was a rough one; he’d stumbled home early, blood-splattered and bruised, one suit sleeve torn. Vaguely, you recall dreaming about him and his dozens of small injuries. The details are hazy. Something about bleeding out on your couch while you fruitlessly applied pressure on the wound.

Slowly, you blink your eyes open, bleary gaze landing on Sakura’s still-sleeping form. Relief soothes the last rough edges of your nonsense dream. Good, you think. He needs his rest.

Sakura’s all loose curves in sleep—body slightly arched forward, left arm tucked underneath his head, legs bent at the knee. His right arm has migrated from also supporting his head to resting atop your waist. Black hair obscures his face, longer strands fluttering with each measured exhale from between parted lips.

The rest of your dream-induced worry fades as understanding sinks in: he’s alive and mostly in one piece.

A large white patch covers his right cheek. Smaller butterfly bandages mar his chin and nose. Your attention drifts down, following the slope of his shoulder, where a line of white peeks out from underneath the edge of his t-shirt sleeve.

While patching him up, he’d outline the broad strokes of last evening’s brawl. A group of men attending Pub Ougi’s show decided to prove they were still just as tough and rowdy as they’d been in high school. Bastards, Sakura had muttered as you cleaned his split knuckles. Thinkin’ they can impress people by actin’ shitty. Shoulda kicked ‘em out from the start.

A few rounds of beer did nothing to improve the situation, and by the time Roppo Ichiza finally stepped in to escort the former delinquents away, all hell broke loose. Nothing out of the ordinary, until one man pulled a knife. Not a small pocket knife, either, but the kind meant to cause serious harm.

You know Sakura’s line of work is dangerous. You know he’s fought tooth and nail his entire life. And you know he will handle whatever’s thrown his way. Yet sometimes, seeing the physical evidence of all he puts himself through makes your heart ache. What was he like, before the world told him he was wrong? Before he expected cruelty in place of kindness? How old was he when he was forced to place all his worth into his fists?

That casual heartlessness is something you’ll never understand. Loving Sakura is the easiest thing in the world.

Carefully, so as not to disturb him, you scoot closer, then wiggle your arm free from the weight of the blankets and his own limb. Sakura shifts, knees brushing yours, but doesn’t stir. You wait until he settles completely before reaching your hand up, fingertips tenderly sweeping soft strands of black hair off his forehead. A tiny cut reveals itself above his eyebrow.

The ache in your chest grows.

He’s so serene when he’s asleep. No tension creases his brow, no scowl curls his lips. It’s almost as if his body knows this is the only time he won’t have to fight for his existence. Your fingers still. Tears well unbidden along your lash line and you rapidly blink them away. This is far from the first time you’ve seen the injury-laden aftermath of a fight. Putting him back together has become a routine.

Perhaps your tears are a result of too many little things piling up—his casual nature about being injured, the soft, thoughtful way he looks at you when you’re applying antiseptic. The way his arm had curled around your waist before he drifted off, fingers twisting in the fabric of your shirt in silent gratitude.

Or, that little voice in your head whispers, in a plea to stay by his side.

You immediately push that voice aside. The very notion of breaking his heart by leaving is unthinkable. Despite your best efforts, a tear slips from the corner of your eye, dripping over the bridge of your nose and eventually into the hair at your temple. Mentally shaking yourself, you will the rest of the stupid tears away. The last thing Sakura needs right now is to wake up and find you crying.

So you force your fingers to resume their slow card through his hair. A few pieces refuse to lie flat, much like the two strands that perpetually stick up from his part. You hope he never loses those boyish casts to his features. It’s endearing, if a little heartbreaking, those final, clinging pieces of a lost childhood.

“I love you,” comes your soft whisper. Three words he can’t hear in the land of the waking without turning a concerning shade of red. In his dreams, however, you hope his reaction is a bit less volatile.

Some minutes later, Sakura’s face scrunches. On instinct, your fingers still once more, allowing him time to register his surroundings as he rouses. A few heartbeats pass, and then his blue eye peels open, a piece of the post-dawn sky. “Good morning,” you say softly, lips twitching into a smile.

His cheeks, predictably, flush a delicate shade of pink, making the bandages stand out starkly in comparison. “Mornin’”, he returns, voice thick with sleep. “What’re ya doin’?”

The hand on your lower back has not moved, you note. His muscles remain loose, too, as if holding on to the last dregs of sleep. “Playing with your hair.” Honesty, when it comes to physical touch, is the best approach with him. Especially in regards to any physical features, such as his hair. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

His eyebrow twitches. Shock flickers like lightning across his expression. You begin retracting your hand, only for Sakura to make a noise of protest. “Ya don’t have to stop.” A pause. His blush darkens. “‘N quit worryin’. Didn’t wake me,” he assures without annoyance. Eye closing, he yawns, though you have a sneaking suspicion he’s faking it to hide the clear, desperate want for a loving touch so evident moments ago.

Normally, you’d almost laugh, but this time it just makes your throat tighten uncomfortably. You oblige with comment, idly twirling silken strands between your fingers. The faint scent of his shampoo wafts towards you. “How are you feeling?”

Both eyes open this time. You can just make out the glint of gold mostly obscured by white bangs, the sun bursting behind clouds. Before he can answer, a real yawn cuts him off—you can tell by the way his jaw cracks this time. “Fine.” Underneath the sheets, he stretches out his legs, uncurling his spine, then freezes, mouth pinching in a grimace. “….still sore.”

It strikes you with sudden clarity how incredibly lucky you are to see Sakura at his most vulnerable. More than that; to so utterly hold his trust that he no longer thinks twice about having you by his side. Emotion swells within you. “Fighting off drunkards in your sleep?” You tease, though your voice comes out slightly strained.

Sakura picks up on it. His hand tightens in your shirt, knuckles brushing against the notches along your spine. “What’s wrong?”

The intimacy in that question threatens to undo you. Even now, years removed from that emotionally scarred boy of fifteen, he often struggles with more in-depth conversations. Not from a lack of desire to have them; little experience coupled with the inability to articulate what he’s thinking without resorting to anger makes him easily frustrated. (In your heart, you understand the hurt little boy living inside his head expects a hostile reprimand for voicing his thoughts.)

Your bottom lip trembles. Panic makes him life his head, your hand dropping lifelessly onto the mattress between you. “Whuh—are you hurt? Why’re you cryin’?” Mistaking the cause, he quickly lifts his arm off your waist. Cool air rushes in, replacing his warmth, and now the tears spill.

Pushing yourself upright, you wipe frantically at your cheeks, tucking your knees up against your chest. “I-I’m sorry, Sakura,” you hiccup. “I was thinking about you, and the knife, and—” You sniffle, cutting yourself off. There’s more, of course, but it’s enough for him to deal with your sobs. Everything else can wait.

Sheets rustle as Sakura sits up as well, all traces of grogginess and lingering pain replaced with an earnest discomfort. You feel his eyes on you, sense his helplessness. “The knife?” He asks, like he barely remembers it himself. Like it’s of so little consequence, he can’t possibly imagine why that, of all things, would set you off.

Whatever it is, his question pulls a half laugh, half sob from your chest. He must think you’re going crazy; yet he scoots closer, hand alighting awkwardly on your shoulder. He’s trying. The small effort speaks volumes, your shoulders relaxing under his weight.

No one has ever cried over him—not like this, at least.

What does he even ay in this situation? He can’t fistfight whatever crazy thoughts are whirling around your head. “’M alright,” he eventually settles on, shrugging his right shoulder as if to prove it. “Hardly even stings.” (A lie; the bandages tug uncomfortably along the large scab on his bicep.)

Your body continues to shake. There’s no hint of that fond, exasperated smile you give him when you know he’s playing it cool. Sakura frowns; in his defense, it looked a hell of a lot worse than it felt. The image of your stricken face when he’d walked in, suit sleeve torn and stained red, flashes in his head. His frown deepens.

His thoughts feel sluggish—he’s in desperate need of another hour or so of sleep and a good, filling meal after. But your lack of response finally makes something click. Whatever’s causing this outburst is about more than just the knife wound.

Anything he can think to say or do feels woefully inadequate. With his free hand, he rubs the back of his neck, ignoring the discomfort radiating along his arm. What would you say? You make this shit look so easy. Cautiously, he pats your shoulder. “….I’m here. And…I’ll try bein’ more careful?” This last comes out like a question, his voice rising not because he’s lying, but because he’s unsure how to stem your flood of tears. Soothing people has never really been his strong suit.

Your breathing hitches. Peeling your head up, you stare at him, tears sticking to your bottom lashes. Sakura quickly averts his gaze, however, fingers dig into your shoulder in silent reassurance. It grounds you, oddly enough. With a rather loud sniff, you give him a watery smile.

“Promise?”

“Hah?” He fixes his attention on you, heterochromatic eyes flashing in the early morning sun. “If some bastard comes at me with a knife, I’ll try not to get hurt—” He stops. Shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts.

You watch those two strands of hair—one black, one white—at his part wobble with the motion. Your smile grows. Sakura clears his throat and starts over.

“I ain’t gonna stop runnin’ into fights. It’s my job, and I’m good at it. But I…I don’t like seein’ you upset, okay? So yeah, I promise I’ll try t’be more careful.”

Another tear slips down your cheek. Before you can rethink it, you lean forward, burying your head against his chest. A surprised noise escapes him and you imagine the confused look on his face. All that’s important right now, though, is the rapid beat of his heart underneath your ear and the knowledge that he understood what you didn’t say. You wrap your arms around him, willing yourself to calm down.

“Haruka,” you say, just as he’s slowly returning your embrace. He pauses. You hear him swallow.

“Yeah?”

After a deep inhale, you pull away enough to look at him directly. “…I know you do your best. I don’t care that you come home injured, so long as you come home.”

“Then—”

“It’s just hard seeing someone I love always hurt! I hate that for your entire life, you’ve had to fight!” You don’t mean to raise your voice. Sakura isn’t expecting it, either, blinking in the wake of your eruption. “S-sorry. I’ve never said anything because I don’t ever want to worry you.”

Sakura turns very, very still, an unreadable expression on his face. Red creeps up the tips of his ears, down along his throat, disappearing beneath his t-shirt. “Love?” He repeats carefully. Like he’s never said it before and only now can form the shape of it.

Someone loves him enough to cry when he gets hurt? How often do you sit on the worn couch, staring at the front door, wondering what state he’ll be in when he walks in? It’s almost too much for him to bear. He feels on the verge of tears himself.

Oh. You did say that part out loud, didn’t you? A slow nod as your own blotchy cheeks color a uniform pink.

“You—sayin’ that you—gah!” He pulls you into his chest, this time, resting his pointed chin atop your head. Distantly, you appreciate the fact he didn’t push you away so he could go hide while processing this little development. A tremor runs through him; you squeeze your arms ever so slightly. Just to let him know you’re not going anywhere.

He’ll never admit how grateful he is for the reminder.

“I’ve had to fight. It made me strong, ‘n now I can protect others who ain’t strong enough to do it themselves.” Sakura’s breathing heavily, pushing through the natural urge to run to instead offer you his heart on a silver platter. “I can keep you safe. So stop apologizin’ for feelin’ that way! ‘Cause I don’t wanna have anyone else patch me up, got it?”

In other words: I love you, too.

There’s no real outrage in his voice; it’s that old familiar defense mechanism roaring to life, ready to protect his tender heart should this all turn out to be some awful trick.

“Got it,” you reply through a sniffle. The uncurable ache taking root in your chest all morning finally subsides. It’s not gone altogether; a tiny piece of your worry and grief for the life he never had rests in a small corner of your heart, ready to bloom should you give it cause.

And that’s perfectly fine with you. You’ll never stop caring about those things, because you’ll never stop loving him. Tears slowed, you gradually disentangle yourself from his hold. Sakura releases you as well, and you think you detect a hint of relief in the way he leans back. There is only so much physical touch he can handle for a prolonged period of time.

You swipe at your cheeks, your nose. You should probably get up and wash your face, if only to allow him a moment’s peace from your emotions. That contemplative look he gets when rapidly sorting through his own thoughts is on his face.

“I mean it. I lo—”

He flinches, fisting the sheets in his hands, and you immediately bite back the words. Yikes; maybe you pushed him too far. You wait, patient, occasionally wiping away any straggling tears.

“I know you meant it,” he replies after some moments. “Jus’ not used to anyone sayin’ it.”

His throat works as he swallows. Now that you’ve calmed down, you wonder just what kind of memories you unintentionally dredged up. He’s never mentioned the tiny details of his life before Furin, and you’ve never asked. It doesn’t matter, anyway. You resist the urge to cup his cheeks.

Sakura used to long for someone like you. He’d pass by people on the street, hear them cheerfully profess their love to their kids, their partner, whoever was on the other end of their phone call. He always wondered how they could say stuff like that without thinking twice. It’s embarrassing, and never failed to make him want to crawl out of his skin, even while a piece of him wished he could be normal, like all those mushy people.

Now you’re here, and he flinches. And you just sit there, quiet, letting him work through all the bullshit he can’t quite shake, and he feels like he’s about to burst into a million pieces. A broken tightrope and a field of flowers flit across his mind’s eye. “Not mad ya did. Don’t know if I’ll get used to it, or when I’ll say the same. All I ask is….give me time.”

“Of course,” you breathe, nearly bursting into tears all over again. You want nothing more than to reach out for him, but he’s clearly reached his threshold for the time being. “I need to wash my face. After, I was thinking about pancakes for breakfast.”

“Yeah, sounds fine.” Amazing, how you can let him off the hook so simply. He releases his death grip on the sheets. On impulse—or possibly out of sheer human *want—*he raises his arm and crosses the scant distance between you, thumb removing the last stubborn tear on your cheek.

As the heat of him seeps into you, you know with absolute certainty that you never need to hear him say those three words. He tells you in other, more important ways.

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ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Jongseong ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed until previous reqs are fulfilled] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎸

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Jays favorite guitar gets stolen, breaking his heart and forcing him to to buy a new guitar from the music store downtown. While on a search for a new set of strings he has a chance encounter with one of the stores employees and finds there’s more to her that meets the eye. Eventually his visits to the store become more frequent as he now spends most of his time trying to convince her to join his band. Though things only grow complicated when old flames return and drive a distance between the two of them once he finally gets closer to her heart.

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MOTHERS LEAVING

The following day it had been Jay's first day returning to work with a new guitar in his hands. He entered Sacrifice with a newfound stride, whistling a cheerful tune as he was immediately greeted by his bandmates.

Jay had worked at Club Sacrifice for two years now, having started the job his freshman year at UA. Though it started as an easy job to make quick bucks he slowly found himself falling in love with the job. Getting to play shows every night, making money doing something that he absolutely loved to do. He was quick to become friends with the other members of the band, each of them having their own reasons for having decided to take the Job. The band's popularity had grown pretty quickly, the members consisting of seven members including Jay himself. Soyoon, Jay, Jungsu, Wonbin, Masami, Leedo and Sohee Or at least it had been the seven of them until a week ago. Soyoon, who happened to be their lead singer, had decided to pursue other endeavors, leaving them without a lead.

“You found your guitar?”

“Unfortunately no, I had to get a new one.” The others watch as he sits his case on a nearby table. Each of them gathered around to see the guitar that now replaced Jay's beloved guitar. The very guitar that every single one of them had been sad to see him depart with.

“So this is your new jewel.”

“It suits you.”

“Yeah we can get into all of that after we figure out what the fuck we’re gonna do about Soyoon?”

“So she’s really gone huh?”

“Yup, she left two days ago.”

“So in other words we have to find another lead singer in two weeks?”

“Yup. Next saturday is the reopening so unless we find someone by then we’re pretty much all we got.” The group looks around at one another as if waiting for someone to suggest something that gets them out of their dilemma.

“Should we put up some flyers downtown? And Jay goes to UA right so he could also put some up around campus?” Wonbin suggests, being the first of the group to actually come up with some sort of solution

“I mean it’s our best bet, it's not exactly a terrible idea?” Leedos the first to agree, making the others give in almost instantaneously knowing neither of them had a better plan.

“I can maybe take some to the music store too? The girl that works there seemed pretty cool so I’m sure she won’t mind us hanging up a few flyers there.”

“Looks like we’re having Auditions then.” Leedo sits back in his seat twirling the drumstick between his fingertips

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༄　A FLAME'S OCEAN　( 최지웅 )

genre avatar the last airbender au , fluff/comfort , established marriage , fire lord!jiung x water tribe princess!reader   cw war between nations , kissing , not proofread   wc 1328   request for my baby @blue-jisungs who wanted a jiung fic in return for a tae fic 🤲🤲🤲 i have delivered   note idk why i always fall back to atla aus BUT I AM NOT COMPLAINING i could fr write these forever i just love the atla world so much it's so nice for fics. also writing this was super nostalgic all the feels from writing my old wonwoo fic coming back cause i was listening to the same playlist i did back then <//3   net @kstrucknet

Fire and water. Constantly in disagreement with each other. Constantly fighting with each other. Yet, they still possessed components vital for the other’s survival. The oxygen in water fed a fire’s flame. The heat produced from that flame could change the structure of the water, from ice to boiling. Fire and water, despite their differences, were able to work together. 

Jiung was your fire. Burning with a passion hotter than any you had ever seen. Jiung lived for perfection, for ambition, for achievements. He could do anything, warming even the coldest of places and people with his blaze. The people looked up to him, adored him, but also asked too much of him. With a broken Fire Nation stricken from a hundred year war, there was much to rebuild, and countless problems to face along the way. 

Jiung was strong, but you could tell when the pressure started to get to him. As a Water tribe princess, your very existence as his wife defied the rules of the old world. It marked the change, the unity, the peace that Jiung hoped to bring to the entire country. You were both still young, but it was exactly the hope the people needed and craved for that only the youth possessed. Innovative minds, creative thinking, new ideas; from them, the heart of the nation was coming back to life.

Fighting alongside Jiung was quite different from calling yourself his wife. It was a title you still had to get used to. There was a humility you were used to in the Water Tribe. Because of the close-knit community, your role as princess wasn’t very different from the neighbouring market vendor. Everyone knew you, and you knew everyone. The Tribe was just that small.

The Fire Nation seemed almost endless to you. Vast, overpopulated, busy. You knew on the day of your wedding that you’d have to rule in quite a different way than you were used to. A nation afflicted with mistrust and grief needed to be carefully sewn back together at the seams. Trust and community had to be built before prosperity could blossom. 

Jiung focused on the communities directly affected by the war. The families that had lost their men. The homes that had been destroyed. Immense guilt filled his body at the sight of them, and he hoped to rebuild everything better than it was before the war. 

You focused on connections with the other nations. It was easy for union between the Fire Nation and Water Tribe given your marriage. You were a beacon of light for the Earth Kingdom. Seeing someone of such background work in harmony with the Fire Lord was inspiring. It wasn’t easy to persuade people, but through your hard work, they were slowly starting to see the possibilities of an era of peace. 

It was late at night and the warm Summer air was carried by the breeze through the open curtains of the terrace decorating your bedchambers. Dressed in light silk robes, taking down your hair from the day, you sighed. You had just gotten back from the Earth Kingdom after weeks of stay. You had missed Jiung, who continued to be one of the only people who understood your hard work and struggle. You had missed the Fire Nation, which you had just started to feel was your home. You had missed the warmth and the hope that the air of the Fire Nation carried. Although you were making progress with the Earth Kingdom, you still had a long way to go. 

Jiung wasn’t back yet. He had been working on the outskirts of the city the last time you heard from him. Handling the impoverished, the broken, the injured. You knew it was going to be the hardest area to build back up. Not only were the people the most affected by the war— they never had much. You were worried Jiung’s gestures would be viewed as insincere. You trusted your husband nonetheless. If there was anyone who could build back a nation from destruction, it was him.

You fell down onto the soft pillows, immediately nuzzling your face closer to Jiung’s side, missing his scent, his warmth, his smile. A smile crept onto your face before you knew it as soon as you heard familiar footsteps outside the door. You lifted your head as the door swung open, and your handsome, albeit tired, husband stepped through. You noticed how he visibly relaxed at the sight of you. It had been lonely without you for almost a month.

“Welcome home, my love,” he sighed, a smile on his face. He produced a small flame in his palm, sending it to light the lamps in the corners of the room, washing away the darkness.

“How was it? I hope you had more success than I did,” you beckoned him over to the bed, hand joining with yours as he sat down. He was quiet for a moment, staring at the wall decorated by a wedding portrait of you and him.

“Their homes are being rebuilt and necessary resources are being supplied… but the people are angry. And they have every right to be. I just don’t know what else I can do to help them,” Jiung frowned, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed in an attempt to fix his dry throat. You ran your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. 

“Jiung, you’re doing everything you can right now. It’s going to take time— a lot of time— and constant effort, but it will pay off in the end. The people will see how hard you worked to restore everything that was lost.”

He nodded along tiredly to your words. You always knew what he needed to hear. Having you back was what he desperately needed. He pulled you into his arms, warm body meeting your cool one. 

“I won’t give up on them. I just wish I could relax for a moment. There’s always more to do, always more problems to fix. Sometimes it feels like too much,” he whispered sadly. You hugged him tighter. 

“You can relax for a moment,” you proposed. Jiung pulled back slightly, questioning you with a look in his eyes. You cupped his cheek and smiled, adoring his every feature even when he looked exhausted. 

You brought your lips to his in a kiss that was both passionate and soothing, warm and cool. Jiung submitted to it, just as you wanted, relaxing his body completely and pulling you in closer, longing for more. His lips were soft and his skin was warm, inviting you in further. Jiung pushed you gently, one hand holding the back of your head while the other laid at your waist. You leant back until you hit the soft pillows, still kissing Jiung tenderly. He held up his weight with a supporting arm, not wanting to crush you, but still not ready to stop kissing you. His free hand fell to your hip, circling the small dip there, one of the many features he adored about you.  

When you were both teenagers navigating your newfound feeling of love for each other in the middle of a wartorn time, you would have never anticipated a future together like this. Your two nations weren’t exactly amicable with each other. Even falling into the complicated feelings of affection and care for the other defied a century-long history of fighting. 

As opposite as you two were, you also fit together like pieces of a puzzle. You had chosen to be with him despite all odds, customs, and circumstances. It was never meant to be easy, but together you built a strong team with balance and drive. Fire and water. Warmth and coolness. Passion and gentleness. Forever intertwined.

Just as Jiung’s lips melded with yours and his hands traced the lines of your body with a touch gentler than the sweetest words, so too did your hearts race in sync with the other, souls and bodies responding in consonance. 

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