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Red Lily Down

GN! Reader x Bunny Hybrid Harem

Part 3~

Azure, Llyr, Mateo

Their Info: 💐🐰✨

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! GN! Reader,mostly subby reader, No pronouns used for reader, no body descriptions mentioned for reader, bunny hybrid reader/mostly all of the harem is an animal hybrid, NSFW: every named character wants you, dub-con touching, smut, dub con oral on m, Poly, exhibitionism, DUBCON-CNC, oral on ftm, threesome, p in whatever hole u got down there XD lol luv ya’s

Disclaimer: This harem’s theme is based off of a mix of Roots of Pacha and Watership Down. Not intended to represent any real or specific person/time/place/ or culture!

“Y/n,” Azure yawns.

“Hey,” your voice is tired.

His eyes widen as he rushes over, tripping on blankets and cushions as he gets up too quickly to come hug you. “Y/n!” He’s shivering as he brings you over to the bed. His lips caress your forehead and stay pressed to your skin.

You feel safe, cared for.

He brings you down with him and his arms are comfortably tight around your hips as you straddle him in his lap.

His ears perk up, and his face flushes.

“Oh! Sorry!” You go to get up, and he holds you.

“No. Stay.” He growls into your neck. Chills run down your spine. You reach up to play with his ears, which are definitely the softest in the world. He moans, and you feel your skin tingling.

He nips at your ear, eliciting your sighs and sweet little gasps. His hands roam your form, finding all your most sensitive spots as if he’s the one putting them there. “I… Y/n, I…”

Your heart feels so full with him, “I love you too, Azure.”

“mmm ‘love you mmore,” He kisses your jaw roughly, moaning as he speaks sending vibrations through your skull.

“Azure, you’re such a good boy…” You’ve always teased him like that before…

His heart thumps hard in his chest. “Ahem! Well! We should… Get some more sleep, Y/n” His little floof of a tail falls sadly. But, he’s right. It’s too early for anything at all right now. but…

You knock him over in a big warm embrace. “You really are my good boy!” You kiss his cheek, and giggle.

“Gods, I love you,” He snuggles you as you comfortably fall asleep.

Day light streams through the curtains finally, but, there’s no time for anything fun.

“Azure, i have to go back to Llyr’s first, wanna walk me?” You ask. And how could he ever say no to any request you make? You didn’t know there was something wrong, but Llyr said there was, and you, and everyone else trusts him!

“Course!” He pulls you into his chest and tilts your head up to kiss him.

Mateo walks along the path toward you both, smiling wickedly.

Once in range he says, “There’s my favorite bunnies,” You look to Azure, as Mateo’s arm comes around both your shoulders. Azure shrugs with a small smilie on his face that he’s clearly trying to hide.

“Oh boy,” You roll your eyes, and shrug the hotot bunny guy’s arm off. Azure looks like he’s hiding a smile.

“Azure?” Mateo, on the other hand, doesn’t try and hide his smirk.

“Kiss them.” a devious look that could stop your heart, spreads across Azures face.

Mateo caresses your face, at the same time pulling your gaze to his. He leans down giving you time to back out.

You close your eyes as he leans down, breathing you in, and injecting his heat directly throughout your veins. His lips make you light headed.

They always have, even now, after you’ve broken up.

You look to Azure, while grabbing onto Mateo, knees already buckling.

He separates from you first, pulling away with lingering touches that pull your very essence out of you like threads from spools. You’re head’s dizzy as if you’ve been spinning anyway.

“Well you have somewhere to be, don’t ya?

You hadn’t noticed but you’re stood with them right next to the healer’s hut. You let out a sigh, as they leave you; Azure’s hands in his pockets and mateos folded up in the air holding the back of his head. They’re both strutting and it’s annoying… You smile after them.

“Llyr!! Llyr!? You there? Llyr??” You call out into the dark hut. It feels a little creepy being here before he’s lit a candle.

“Ah, good! We didn’t get to finish yesterday,”

“Well I’m here now! let’s get to it”

“I’ll start the preparations,” The familiar sound of his mortar and pestle grinding away fill the silence between his words. Sooner than last time, he faces you, extending the bowl to you.

It’s another earthy looking mush ball.

Once chewing, your mouth tastes metallic and salty. It still tastes like herbs and earth… But the former flavors overpower it.

“Sorry for the taste, I wasn’t expecting you today so I didn’t have too much time to make it a little more tolerable…” As he speaks, you notice he has a bandage on his wrist.

“Are you alright Llyr??? What happened!? that’s a pretty big bandage!” You dart to his side.

He blushes fiercely through his blonde fringe as he hides his arm. “N-n-nothing, Y/n! K-kitchen accident, ah haha” He clears his throat and fixes himself. “Now, We have to start all over. So remove your top.”

“Yes sir!” You salute and chuckle innocently.

Meanwhile his bottoms are tenting by the second. He has to keep readjusting…

When you turn back to him, your glory practically freezes him in place. “Perfect,” after you sit down he presses his long blonde ear over you again. “Hmmm, theres an irregularity righhhhht here” His finger pinches just the tip of your nipple. It almost hurts, the sensation, and the wanting of something so badly…

“mm!” You’re writhing to his touch.

“Good, very good. Receptive to treatment.” his hand pulls away and you’re actually a little sad.

“I’m doing good??” You question.

“You are doing so, so good. Perfectly actually.” He checks something on a twisted root table.

“Okay, now, Open your mouth and say ahh.”

“Ahhhhhh” You even stick out your tongue for him! what a good patient you are!

“Perfect,” He takes two of his soft fingers and presses them slowly on the end of your tongue. He stares intently at your mouth, and pushes his fingers further in. The way it feels as he slides his fingers with just enough pressure to make you moan out. “Good, yes,” His voice is airy, bordering on desperate.

He licks his lips as he gets to your gag reflex, when you do, he uses more force. The lust in his eyes growing, you gag around him. Lip is tugged under teeth, he pushes in as far as he can, stuffing his hand as deep as it’ll go.

“Excellent, and, I found the problem…”

“Really!?” You pull away excitedly.

“Yes, now you have to be a good patient and take your medicine.”

“Yes, sir!”

Llyr almost falls apart, he has to grab the table to keep himself from being to obvious. Once calmed enough he opens a water skin filled with plain fermented pomegranate juice.

“Drink this,” he tells you before taking some into his mouth and pressing his lips to yours.

The juice rushes into you like rivers into sea.

When he finally pulls away he licks your lip. You’re out of breath, panting you ask, “Was that necessary?”

“Who’s the healer here?”

“You are.”

“Good job, now this next part will be a little… Harder to take.”

“Oka—mmf!” he shoves his erect and drooling cock into your mouth so fast and desperately. He couldn’t stand to be outside of your perfect lips any longer.

The taste is so addictive, sweet and salty at the same time. You want more! Your cheeks hollow as you gag around him.

“Yes, haah, the cure will come out soon, and you are to swallow all of it.”

You nod your head, mouth bobbing on the intrusion and tears staining your lashes.

He grabs your head gently, at the same time choking you by shoving the thing all the way down your throat.

You swallow all of the “cure”

“Open up, let me see,”

You do, “Ahhhh,” tongue out and all. Strands of excess saliva strings from your mouth to his still wet tip.

“Good” He fixes his garments.

You’re still sat in the chair in front of Llyr, when Mateo, and Azure pop their heads in.

“Y/N! Winter wants to see you, we’re escorting you, come,” Azure calls.

You jump up and head to the curtain covered door, waving bye to Llyr, he smiles back, the pink flush of his skin is so cute.

“Don’t fforget to c-come back tomorrow!”

The second you step through the threshold and your head turns forward to match your body, you slam into Mateos toned chest.

Your face heats up, “Ope! Sor—ry?” midway through your words he lifts you up and presses you into the external wall of Llyr’s hut. His pelvis digs into yours expertly to make you moan already.

“You still love me, I knew it”

“Turned on isnt love. ‘nd put me down!”

“So i still turn you on,” Sly smile spreads across his face, while he nuzzles into your ear.

“That’s….” You have nothing to say, you might even still love him, so what could you say.

“I love making you speechless,” he growls into your neck, taking nips and tugging on your tender, goose flecked skin.

“Yeah… Well….” You cant think of a come-back, but it’s so hard to be mad while he’s riling you up like this.

His hands roam your body searching seemingly on their own to find your sensitive spots and toy with them. “Mateooo…” You wine.

“Unnnf, fuck, say my name like that again,”

“Say mine too.”

“Azure!” You squeak in fright!

“Hah, not like that,” He pushes himself off his spot against the wall, how you forgot he was there, even for a second is beyond you.

Mateo tweaks your flesh, “A-Azure…”

“Closer,” He grins at you before turning his attention to Mateo again, “Touch them here, like this” He does first as a demonstration, but the featherlight feeling of him tracing your skin is unbearable. You gasp for air, and while they touch you Mateo continues to grind his erection into you. It’s so hot against your body.

Pressure is building in you that if it doesn’t release you fear you may burst! “Ah! Please!”

“Alright Mateo, they said please. Take off their clothes” As Azure finishes his sentence you’re already being disrobed.

“W-wait,” You push Mateo and his roaming hands away with very little force, not fully wanting him to stop.

“Alright, come here, Y/N.”

You do as you’re told, and Azure hugs you around your shoulders, your whole body is still exposed if someone in the warren were to walk by…

Mateo returns to your body from behind.

Azure tilts your face up using your jaw with just a finger and his thumb. “Y/N, you’re gonna give me head, while Mateo fucks you from behind. K?”

You nod eagerly. Whenever Azure tells you to do something, you can’t help but do it. It always feels instinctual, as if he’s in charge of your DNA or something.

The events leading up are practically a blur as you’re now face first into Azure’s crotch begging him to let you eat him out, all while Mateo meticulously opens you up, and preps you for a pounding. Your body is already shaking and your tail is bouncing before Azure grabs it!

“Hey!” You bark, and shake your butt. His hold is fast though.

“Mateo was staring too much.” He blushes a little, just before Mateo starts pressing into you at an angle. Just the tip is in and he’s already pressing right against your sweet sweet spot.

“Fff-fuck!”

“Don’t tell me you forgot how good I am,” As he speaks he rolls his hips, while keeping himself not even inside you yet. Your legs shake fiercely, and your back arches.

“Come here,” Azure grabs your face and leads your drooling mouth to his groin. You spread his folds tentatively before licking a long stripe up from hole to dick. Tasting what you get to work with.

His essence is delicious, you start to lick and suck as much as you can, you might not even be good at it, but Azure seems to be enjoying himself with you regardless.

You almost focus more on his pleasure, and forget for a second that you’re about to get railed at the same time… Until Mateo snaps his hips into your ass, definitely leaving a bruise, also burying your nose into Azure’s downstairs, eliciting a sweet moan from him as well.

“You’re not gonna forget me,” He slams into again, “that easily.” Again, “I won’t let you.” And again he slams into you and you groan loudly, Azure’s own groan follows yours.

He’s definitely feeling it! His pleasure might even be amplifying yours.

When you come, so does Azure. He grabs your face and pulls you away, so that he can just stare lovingly into your eyes as you get speared from behind, whimpering now, and tears falling from your eyes. He wipes your lips before stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

You suck on them.

Azures head rolls back as he presses them harder against your tongue.

Mateo finally comes after fucking you for so long. you know he can go way longer still, from all the marathons you had with him while you two were dating, but he hurried so that they can still get you to Winter…

Oh shit.

Winter.

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o-sachi · 2 months

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Bridges ‧₊˚ ⋅ Drabble

ଳ you meet each other one morning on a long winding bridge ଳ character; karasu tabito (blue lock) ଳ tags; floof, gn reader, no y/n, reader is implied to be Hiori's childhood buddy, all 3 of them are friends!

[🐟]: There was a demand for Karasu fics, so I TRIED to deliver. Ngl, I'm slowly starting to see the Karasu appeal. Y'all have opened my eyes.

There was a long winding bridge in your idyllic hometown. People would take late-afternoon strolls through it with their family or pets. The breeze was always gentle and the scenery made it even better.

In the mornings, however, it was usually empty. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by, but they'd be gone as soon as they came. It's not like it's a huge bother either since the bridge was quite long. There was enough room that the awkward smile-and-wave to a random stranger in the guise of being polite was unnecessary.

You took this as an opportunity to hang out at a specific spot on the bridge to clear your head. Waking up early in the morning, you'd often find your feet dragging you to this place like clockwork.

Today was the same as every other day: the birds were chirping, the breeze flew through your hair, and the sun shone down brightly on everything beneath it. You liked this; you liked the never-changing nature of this place and your life.

You embraced familiarity with open arms.

But you should have known that today wasn't going to be the same as the others. You had only one man to blame for that and it was Karasu Tabito.

Karasu decided that it would be funny to startle you. It was deathly silence the whole time you were there so, to hear a voice out of nowhere and a finger jabbing at your shoulder would've induced a heart attack. At least that's what you told him what would've happened if you weren't as strong as you were.

"So dramatic..." he drawls out. He's got a lazy grin on his face, sleep still distinct in his eyes. They were puffy, like he had only woken up a few minutes prior.

You roll your eyes at him which earns a chuckle. He takes the spot beside you, perching his elbows on the concrete railing of the bridge. Through the corner of your eye, you see him admire the surroundings with a small smile.

"So," you start. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Was out on a walk with Hiori. We were gon' to play football, but..."

You cock your head to look at him. "But? But what?"

"Thought I'd mess with him first and hide for a while."

An exasperated look crossed your face. Between the two of them, you were closer to Hiori. Your parents were friends and it only made sense for the two of you to be as well. In fact, the only reason you knew Karasu was because of him. You could vividly imagine what kind of reaction this little trick would elicit from the blue-haired boy.

"What a nice friend you are."

He took to your sarcasm well—like he would always do. After all, it was only fair after you had developed thick skin due to his relentless teasing (you call it bullying, but he prefers the word teasin'). And unlike, Hiori, you were unsure what kind of relationship you had with the man next to you.

You poke fun at each other like a pair of best friends that have known each other for years, but then you've only been around each other a couple of times. Most of those instances were with Hiori too.

This moment the two of you are sharing on the bridge—it was a rare one to say the least.

The fact that you've seldom spent time with him alone made you a bit nervous. A comfortable silence was a luxury not yet made available to you. The air shifted into an awkward one and neither of you knew what to say to rectify it.

"So what ha-" / "You know-"

Of course, you two had to speak at the same time. But the cherry on top was the way you two turned to look at the other person in unison. And... you two stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"No, no, you go first," you offered so kindly—hoping that he'd carry on and forget about the earlier blunder.

He scratched the back of his neck. "I was jus' gonna ask what you've been doin' lately. Barely seen ya."

It was a normal thing to say by all means, but the last part—that's where you were hung up on. Too bad for Karasu, you had a knack for not answering his questions in favor of being obstinate.

"Why? Do you have to see me all the time?"

An all-knowing smirk slowly creeped on his face. "Nah... but that'd be nice."

Nice? What would be so nice about seeing someone who's barely your friend? Karasu didn't seem like the type to engage in exaggerated pleasantries. Pretending to be nice wasn't his thing.

If Karasu were to say anything good, it would've meant that it was true.

The breeze blew a bit more strongly this time around—blowing the stray hairs out of your face. Looking down, you realize that you had been fidgeting with your fingers. As soon as you do see it, you stop. It would be bad if he got weird ideas about you being nervous around him.

You clear your throat. "Shouldn't you go back to Hiori now?"

"Ah... well... ya makin' me leave?"

"No," you retort. "It's just... y'know? He must be looking for you still."

He lets out a soft chuckle which causes you to glance over to him. "Eh, he'll be fine. I wouldn't wan' cha to be alone here anyway."

You insist that you'd be alright. This had been your routine for several mornings now. It's highly unlikely that something bad would happen to you now. But he ignores your reasoning, clicking his tongue in annoyance to get his point across.

But neither of you would be sticking around the bridge for long.

"Karasu! You idiot!"

Both of you turned to look at where the voice was coming from. A figure stood a good distance away from where the two of you were talking. But even without seeing the person, you knew it was your mutual friend, Hiori.

He was running towards you—a pissed off expression could be clearly seen on his otherwise timid face. Of course, Karasu had the biggest grin—as if making his friend angry was a hobby of his.

One step turned into two then, three. Next thing you know, you two were running off.

"Wait... why are we running again?" you ask while trying to keep up with his pace.

His long legs paired with his athletic capability left you in the dust, but he spared you a glance and a reassuring smile. "Why're ya followin' me then?"

"I don't know!"

Laughter erupts from him as he slows down a bit to match your embarrassing pace. He grabs your hand, pulling you along with him.

"Ya better not slow me down, a'ight?"

So you ran off, giggling like maniacs, while your poor friend was left to chase the two of you.

[🐟]: Should childhood friend reader x karasu be a thing now or what.

taglist; @meowkages

ε( ε ˙³˙)ɜ ｡° ⚬ ｡ likes and reblogs are appreciated pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #karasu tabito #karasu x reader #blue lock karasu

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columboscreens · 10 months

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columbo is so gender to me but i dont think i could ever look like him</3

i think it's totally possible for anyone to embody his essence. you can even manage to rock something directly inspired by columbo without looking like you're cosplaying.

hair

if you have columbo's hair type, it's actually pretty easy to emulate his styles. i even know people who show pictures of columbo to hair stylists to get his look. my partner's hair in its natural state is very similar to columbo's--dark, wavy, tending to grow in spite of gravity rather than with it. whenever he gets his hair cut, he shows the stylist photos of late 60s/pilot episode peter falk, whose look is actually pretty on-trend for the current era. it works out pretty well.

your swag may have aged well pilot columbo but you can't beat floof

failing that, getting any haircut that is natural, low-maintenance, and not too attention-grabbing captures the visual language all the same. for reference, natasha lyonne in poker face has her hair in natural-looking, messy waves that to me just exude columbo.

clothing

how you present yourself to the world is up to you, but if you want to invoke columbo, there's a lot more you can do than buy a tan raincoat.

in an era of sharply-cut, wide-lapelled constructions, fat tie tuesdays, and gucci loafers, columbo stands out as classic comfort personified.

his collar, tie, and lapels are slim, proportional, and unassuming; they'd look good in almost any era. his pants fit closely to his leg but not too wide or slim, and sit at or near the natural waist. though his suits, shirts, ties, shoes, socks, and even coats rotate, there is a consistent color palette keeping him "on model". he embraces earth tones: creams, forest greens, light browns, dark browns, stony grays, rusts, and roses. his clothing seems like an afterthought, but it's an extension of his personality--rumpled and unassuming at first, yet sharp and deliberate upon further inspection.

amid the 1970s explosion of synthetic popularity, it says something that every stitch of textile on columbo's person is natural (aside from the raincoat, which is probably nylon or poly--he wears it without a lining and uses it as essentially an oversized windbreaker). his boots are leather with crepe latex soles; his tie is silk. his shirt is cotton, a bit boxy but comfortable and properly fitted. because the construction of his suits is roomy and unstructured, and because they're made of linen, they wrinkle easily.

this is easily confused for appearing slovenly. actually, all things considered, his clothes fit him pretty damn well, it's just hard to avoid wrinkling natural fibers like linen and cotton, especially in hot weather. he's running around los angeles sweating up a storm, the man needs loose, breathable fabric.

point is, columbo dresses very thoughtfully. since these clothes are workwear for him and he works a hell of a lot, it's imperative that he factors in the weather, his comfort, and proper fit when picking clothes. he wants to like and be comfortable in them while looking unassuming. so even though he sometimes ends up looking like an unmade bed, his choices are deliberate.

you could invoke these principles in your own appearance by picking earthy colors/jewel tones and comfortable, natural fabrics that you enjoy wearing, which has the added benefit of being better for you and the environment. consider also taking a few garments in to be altered. it's usually not that expensive, supports your local needlefolk, and makes even cheap clothes fit great.

as a last little aside, i think having a "signature" clothing item akin to columbo's raincoat would be a nice touch. a jacket, a pair of shoes, even a watch or necklace. something you always wear. if you really do want a raincoat like his, just make sure you're not buying a trench coat, because, repeat after me: columbo does not wear a trench coat.

#columbo #ask #misc #longpost #excuses for me to sperg about fashion #could say more about columbo's tendency to remain static while subtly following trends via hair and clothing but this post is already 2 Lon

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reivrze · 1 year

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what cuddling enha would be like after a long day!

</3 (could i be added to anon list as; 🪐)

a/n : the odds that you requested this as the song hold me by hojean started playing is amazing. but frl everyone should listen to that song, especially if you like rnb

pairing. bf!enhypen x gn!reader genre. floof warning. didn't proof read like usual

l. heeseung . ⁺

heeseung would like having you laying in between his legs, your face laying on his stomach while he has a hand on your hair. he enjoys singing softly to you, lulling you to sleep. this would be how you guys slept almost every night, it was comforting for both of you.

p. jongseong . ⁺

jay was already asleep when you had gotten home, you tried your best to not make too much noise as you changed into his clothes, sneaking up in the bed and laying yourself on his chest. despite being asleep, jay's body immediately reacted to your presence and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

s. jaeyun . ⁺

jake would lay on his stomach as you lay on his back, a weird position but he liked having the weight of your body on his, it helped him fall asleep. when you guys were just cuddling, he'd talk a lot, he loved being able to tell you all about his day.

p. sunghoon . ⁺

sunghoon might not be the biggest cuddler as in he loves being with you but not necessarily having your whole bodies against each other. he's more the type to let you rest your head against his arm or hold your hand while you guys nap. i can definitely see him as the type to still hold your hand even if you guys argued.

k. sunoo . ⁺

sunoo likes to be the little spoon. he likes to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, its his lullaby in a way. your heartbeat is a reminder that you're really there with him. he likes to tuck his hands underneath you, layed flat on your back while you rub his.

y. jungwon . ⁺

jungwon likes to be the big spoon and have you laying down with your back to his front. he likes wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck. he bought the biggest and softest blanket for the two of you to wrap of yourselves completely. winter nights with jungwon are definitely the best

n. riki . ⁺

niki likes having your legs wrapped in each other, like a braid ( ? ). he's definitely the type to spread over night and have his legs covering majority of the bed while you're struggling to stay on it. when you kick him to tell him to get back in place, he pulls you against him and wraps himself completely over you, so tightly, there's no way you're leaving his embrace. im pretty sure he once said he wraps himself around who he sleeps with

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confusedemiposts · 10 months

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Chuuya sfw alphabet

Notes: Requested by Anon but i accidentally deleted the ask.

Tags: Floof, tiny angst for E,D and W. Not proofread, might be oc, GN! reader

'A' is for Affection (How affectionate are they?)

He's very affectionate, he'll spend any time he can with you and buy you a bunch of gifts, he loves seeing your face light up when he suprised you with a gift, a grin on his own face from your reaction. But his favourite is physical touch. He loves it but he keeps it to a minimum in public, he always has a hand on you no matter what and keep his arm around your waist but nothing too much, only one or two short brief kisses if deemed appropriate, this is even less within the Port Mafia because he wants to keep serious and not seem like some lovesick puppy by his subordinates.

But once in private space? He'll smoother your face In kisses and keep you in his arms for as long as he can

'B' is for Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

He's litterly such a nice and calm person canonically but only acts like an annoyed hot headed chihuahua to Dazai cause he annoys the shit out of him but also trusts him, so unless you annoy him like Dazai then he's the most loyal and trustworthy friend you can find and he loves hanging out with you. I feel like he's the type of friend to beat the shit out of someone who wronged you and offer to buy all your things and even if you say no several times he will buy it anyways, no repayments back.

'C' is for Cuddles (How would they cuddle?)

He likes to cuddle you like a teddy bear, just letting out all his stess out from the day and let exhaustion consume him while he's in your arms,he holds onto you tightly. I think he prefers to cuddle on top of you so he can embrace all of you and just keep his face in your chest or shoulders, embracing your scent that he cannot get enough of.

'D' is for Domestic (Everyday life with them, do they want to settle down?)

Unless you work in the Port Mafia you won't really be able to see him for hours on end, only before and after work or his day's off. He wakes up really early in the morning and cooks breakfast if you aren't awake, and let me tell you he's a fantastic cook. The evenings are more quiet and gentle, probably cuddling on the couch as you either watch tv or read a book as he drinks a nice glass of wine

I think he wants to settle down and spend his every day with you but realistically he can't unless he somehow retired from the mafia, which I don't think Mori will let happen :(

'E' is for Ending (If they had to break up with their partner)

If he had to break up with you it would be for your safety, dating a mafiaso is dangerous in general, dating a mafia executive is asking for a death wish. Your safety would be in absolute danger if any organisation or even Mori were to know you were close to Chuuya, who knows what they'd do to you if they had ill intentions. He'd talk to face to face about it, calm and collected even though his chest is aching at the thought of even doing this

'F' is for Fiance (How do they feel about commitment?)

If this a long term serious relationship the thought of marriage would come across his mind maybe a year or two in, when he realises he genuinely loves you and wants to spend all his waking hours with you. He would propose to you if your thoughts of marriage are positive and when he feels like the moment is right- unless you propose to him first, leaving him extremely flustered but he will instantly say yes

'H' is for Hugs (What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs. He loves to wrap his arms around you and feel you close, doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him, he loves to bury his face into your neck and feel your warmth and he just loves it when you hug him back with your arms around him.

'G' is for Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is very gentle with you physically, touching you as if you were a delicate flower, but there are times where he loses his patience. He tries his best to keep calm and collected but with the amount of stress he goes through and if tension arises he snaps. But he'll try to fix it if he genuinely upset you, he cares too much about you

'I' is for "I love you" (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This isn't a word he throws around carelessly, it's going to take him awhile till he says it and when he says it he means it.

'J' is for Jealous (How jealous do they get?)

He knows there's no need to be jealous since your his and he is yours but he can't help it if he sees someone get physically close to you with a flirtatious intentions, he will put his hand around your waist and pull you close to him, head on your shoulder as he asks "who's this darling?" Giving a quick peck on your neck and cheek, staring at the person with a menacing glare without your notice.

'K' is for Kisses (what are their kisses like?)

Every kiss he means it, often passionate and deep yet gentle. He loves feeling your lips on his and it's something he will never get tired. Wine and your lips are his favourite things.He likes to place soft kisses on your cheeks, neck, shoulders and the back of your hands. He loves every kiss you give him but he loves the one's where you unconsciously kiss his cheek, forehead or even his mouth with no thoughts in your head, just kissing him makes him feel all tingly inside

'L' is for Little one's (How are they around children?)

He is litterly the BEST with children! He knows how to deal with them and let them have fun, he'd be the best dad ever! The thought of having his own children comes into his head if he sees how you interact with children or just seeing your baby photos. He might bring it up in a late night conversation just to see how you feel about children and ask if you'd ever want children. I think he'd love to have children if he's in a good position but he also cares about your comfort and if this is something you want, since this a serious two person descion.

'M' is for Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Chuuya are calm but structured, if you aren't awake yet he'll cook you breakfast. I feel like he has a morning routine so he wakes up at the same time every day, though sleeping in for only an hour on days off. He has a skincare routine that he definitely does with you, how else is his skin so smooth?? Definitely works out too in the morning, he may look slim but he's definitely built.

'N' is for Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights after work are also calm (he's just a calm person to be around). He often comes home late or early even depending on how the mafia is doing, he'll call you if he's coming home late so you know he'd okay. When he's home your both eating dinner and filling each other in the on the day. I think he'd take a shower as fast as possible after dinner, he likes to keep himself clean, he prides in his skincare and haircare, genuinely dragging you into it too. After that he likes to relax with a glass of wine and do whatever before bed, he does go to bed at a certain time to get his eight hours

'O' is for Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

He is simultaneously close to others yet at the same time he isn't. He will never reveal everything about himself, but what he does reveal will come when he is ready and feels secure enough to do so. He won't bring this up either if you never bring up a particular topic. He says a lot of things just because you ask.

'P' is for Patient (How easily angered are they?)

He tries his best to be patient with you, always taking into consideration of your feelings but the rare times if you're being unreasonable about something harmless and he's stressed he will snap but nothing that should lead into an extreme argument. He likes to solve things before they escalate

'Q' is for Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

He'll memorise every single thing about you, your likes,your dislikes, your behaviours, he remembers every single detail he seems nessecary which is all.

'R' is for Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite moment with you is the first time he kissed you, just seeing your face from his kiss made him grin. He was addicted to your lips from then on.

'S' is for Security (How protective are they?)

Chuuya is protective but will give you space if you need some, but if you feel bad or threatened, he will definately do something about it. Even unconsciously he's protective, as I said even in public he always has a hand on you and keeping you close.

'T' is for Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He may be severely busy but he is always trying, using his head to keep a balanced work life and personal life. Always planning free time with you and dates, constantly buying you gifts as if to compensate for the time he wasn't with you, he does it unconsciously I think. If you plan or gift something for him he will absolutely adore it

'U' is for Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

'V' is for Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I think his worst habit is blowing up? To be honest I'm not really sure about this letter, I think he'd only snap at you specifically if he's stressed or really upset which isn't often, he likes to sort things out

If you don't like smoking that could be a problem, he only smokes to cool off when he's extremely under pressure but he'll try to quit if you really don't like it

This man is not leaving the house without looking perfect, as I said he has a strict skincare and haircare routine- and have you seen his outfit? He could litterly be a model

'W' is for Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Chuuya has experienced lost before and you certainly won't be the last, Though it leaves him devastated every time,Chuuya has learnt self-control to understand his loss and how he personally experiences grief, since he knows all too well how simple it is to lose people. He bears the weight of loss, yet it is loss that gives him motivation to move forward

'X' is for Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Let me just ramble about his ability real quick. If he wants to hide something from you, he'd use his gravity to hide it on high place that neither of you can reach, he'll use it to tease you if you don't have a nullification ability. If you ask he'd put you on the ceiling or just float in general, making sure to comfort you if you get scared or dizzy from blood rush.

'Y' is for Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Not being trusted back, he is loyal and trusts you so he would hope you would trust him back. Or someone who only sees him for his money as he's quiet loaded

'Z' is for Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He is a sound sleeper, just flat out exhausted one he lands on the mattress, he must get his eight hours worth of sleep. He weirdly sleeps like a mess yet somehow looks ethereal at the same time? He likes holding you close to feel you close and his body is extremely warm like a fire so that sucks during summer

Why is he literally the most perfect boyfriend ever???

#chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x gn reader

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lazyneonrabbitt · 9 months

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Domesticated

Daryl Dixon x reader

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🏠 🌳 🐺

You laid in bed, cuddling your big, fluffy beast of a man. Propped up on your elbows that rested on his chest so you could press sweet kisses to his snout while the rough pads of his paws ran over the soft fat of your thighs and butt. You had just gotten out of the shower while Daryl had offered to warm the bed for when you got back.

Even with the winter being as cold as it was, you were,you were perfectly comfortable being in the nude underneath only the large deer pelt Daryl had gifted you as his courting gift that you had ever so excitingly accepted when the days started getting shorter, and with accepting the pelt you also accepted his offer of marriage.

Which was something you hadn't entirely realised as it happened.

You had been invited to come over for dinner and you had stayed with him in his basement room overnight and only kisses and cuddles were shared after he gave you the pelt.

When you came back upstairs the next morning Carol had embraced and congratulated you, asking if the newlyweds would like some breakfast.

Your little sign of shock had Daryl almost regret not being more forward about it until Carol enthousiastically spoke up about it and Daryl only sensed happiness and love coming from you.

"So, the pelt is like my wedding ring?" You three shared breakfast and talked. Carol snooped about your first night together and got disappointingly boring answers, and Daryl explained how werewolf relationships worked and tried to adapt them to you being a human together.

So here you sat at your back porch. A large sheet covering the white painted floofing as you held the squirel carcass with your bare hands and cut away at the skin with a grimace on your face.

Next to you your loving husband laid on the floor, rolled over on his back and laughing.

Well, as far as laughing went in his shifted form.

The first time he had you do this was a nightmare.

Daryl came home with a couple of hunted squirels, throwing them at you and letting you know he caught dinner and you were preparing it.

Sitting on the porch you watched in horror as Daryl showed you how to skin the little creature and prepare it for cooking.

When he handed you one you took it reluctantly, being way out of your comfort zone while Daryl laughed.

"Yer the one who mentioned havin' kids. I'm the one teachin' ya how to be a good werewolf momma before I even think of puttin' a pup in ya."

You complained all the way through the job, and Daryl helped you a lot those first few times.

Now as you were at the squirel business again he had shifted so he couldn't help you. Not physically but also not even verbally as he couldn't talk. You almost didn't want to feed him the squirel after you finished it.

Not that you'd need to take it apart for him, he'd swallow it whole.

"It's for the babies." You kept telling yourself as you almost cried when you stuffed your hands into its chest cavity to pull the innards out. "Gods, I can't believe you shove your entire head between a deer's ribs to eat. So gross.."

While it wasn't technically a complaint, Daryl still decided to fake offense and dramatically turn away from you, plopping down with his tail almost in your squirrel and loudly grumbling like you hurt his feelings.

"Just know that if you ever feed them whole squirels you're the one bathing them." You swat his tail away from the dead animal and slump back as you continue to reluctantly carve it up.

At least you had dinner prep almost done now.

Together with the potatoes coming in from Hilltop and the locally grown greens you managed to put together a decent meal for the two of you.

Like you agreed on you ate dinner together at the table, even if you had been spending all day at home. Dinner was one constant at home to both be normal people for a moment.

As you ate you felt eyes on you, knowing full well what that look was but you ignored it to the best of your ability and continues to eat.

Untill Daryl decided ro mumble a question with his mouth full. One you didn't quite make out and had you look up.

Right into his big, sad puppy eyes that looked down at the meat on your plate and back at you, pleading to trade.

There was a lot people didn't know about Daryl. One of those being his hidden talent for giving puppydog eyes that rivaled even little Jude and RJ's.

One quick glance was all it took for you to give in and trade some of his potatoes for your portion of meat.

A sigh leaves your smiling lips as he happily chows down on his dinner.

After Daryl washed the dishes that you dried and put away after, you decided to go for a shower.

He loved it when you washed his hair, scratching the collected dirt off his scalp and massaging fhe soap through his hair. If you didn't need to preserve water he could stay in there like this with you for the whole night.

When you were done he'd always return fhe favor. Washing your hair with the same care as you did for him.

One thing you did without fail was make sure to be out of the shower before Daryl had the water shut off.

As you stood on the ratty old bathmat you watched Daryl's figure as he shook the water off him like a wet dog, his long hair slinging waterdrops everywhere.

Your little after shower ritual was nowhere near as thorough as it was in the old world, but whemever Daryl brought back sealed bottles of lotion you'd make sure to treat your skin nicely while your hair sat wrapped in a towel and Daryl watched you while he air-dried on the edge of the tub.

You loved to watch him through the mirror, staring lovingly at your butt while you lathered yourself in lotion, and caked moisturizer on your face. After massaging it all in you went to towel dry your hair as you let the rest of you continue to air-dry.

Once you had your hair dried and brushed you moved over to brush Daryl's as well. Carefully plucking at the tangles and being relieved when you didn't find any knots you couldn't save and had to cut out.

Living alone in the house was a blessing, being able to walk around the upper floor in nothing but a towel without having to worry anyone would see you as Daryl snatched the towel off you to hang over the edge of the tub before joining you in bed.

It might have been early, but as long as he got to cuddle you he'd be in bed any hour of the day.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: So much fluffy goodness! Do you enjoy the fluff? Or would you enjoy more smut?

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anika-ann · 9 months

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Underneath the Christmas Tree (A.B.)

Type: one-shot, drabble-ish, floof

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader WC: 1100

Summary: Your Christmas might not be perfect, but the person you celebrate with is.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw for allusions to smut, clichés and huge amount of fluff, mentions of insecurity in reader, celebrating Christmas

A/N: a little something to raise the holiday spirits, in the honour of @stargazingfangirl18 who slipped into many inboxes to spread the hoeliday cheer 💕I hope she and all of you can profit from a sweet moment with one mister B🎄// divider by @firefly-graphics

“You’re being a grinch,” he teased you lightly, thick arm wrapping around your waist from behind to keep you flush to his front.

You only frowned harder as you placed the single box under your Christmas tree. It looked absurd among the five boxes from your lovely devoted irritating fiancé – of course you’d be a little grinchy about it.

This Christmas was supposed to be perfect – because Andy Barber was and he deserved nothing less than that in return. You had prepared three presents for Andy in total – or you had tried so. Until the most important one, one you ordered and had custom-made took longer than expected. You ordered two months in advance, so proud of yourself for figuring out the gift for the man who stole your heart without intention of ever giving it back… and then came December, than half of it went, and then the day before Christmas Day arrived, ten a.m., three p.m., eight p.m. and since the clock was about to struck midnight, something told you your package wasn’t about to arrive in time. All your insecurities about deserving the wonderful man momentarily soothing you in his generous embrace resurfaced, making you feel inadequate and just… not enough.

So yeah, you were scowling a little. Especially since Andy was maybe not laughing at your misery, but was definitely at least slightly amused by the way you were expressing it.

“It was supposed to be perfect,” you echoed your thoughts wearily, feeling the stupid tears gather in your eyes. Dammit.

It was just… Andy truly was your Prince Charming. Your one. A kind, caring man with the biggest heart you had ever encountered, a bit dorky, but with maturity most men at any age couldn’t even dream of, and with sweet, almost gentlemanly ways that went out of the window once the door of your bedroom closed behind you. Assuming you’d make it as far as the bedroom. Or even into your house.

He deserved everything that was good in this world and more and there were times when you doubted you were the one able to give it to him.

You felt him smile against your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss there, pulling you back from your thoughts – and to fall on your ass – to sit between his legs on the floor with a tiny yelp on your part.

“It is. ‘cause you are, sweetheart,” he whispered to your ear, causing you to side-glance him at his sappy ways.

A soft smile was playing on his lips indeed, serene face illuminated by the warm lights on your Christmas tree, eyes shining with contentment.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, suddenly at peace. Damn, he was gorgeous. Ruffled hair, pretty lips framed by his perfectly trimmed beard, white tee and simple grey sweats, like a god of domesticity and happiness in the most ordinary moments. How could you protest, how could you doubt anything at all when he was like that?

“I love you,” you said instead, earning a soft peck to your lips, a whispered declaration in return. “I just… I was really excited to give you the present you deserve.”

Andy’s plush lips stayed but a breath away, closing the distance again at your admission, last remnants of your gloomy mood evaporating as he kissed you again, this time slowly, deeply, loving.

Then, he inched away, your eyes fluttering open only to meet the mischievous sparkle in his eye.

Your heart skipped a beat. Ah-oh.

“What-“ He reached for the single gift you had placed under the three, pulling at the bow and stealing it for himself. “Andy!”

He laughed at your scandalized expression, taking your left hand – the one adorned by a charming ring he had placed there barely a month ago – and swiftly wrapped the ribbon around your wrist, tying another perfect bow.

Your shoulders sagged, your face probably revealing as much of your exasperation as adoration.

“Here. My perfect gift, in all its glory.”

“You, mister, are an old sap.”

He grinned. “And yet, you agreed to marry me.”

Your gaze flicked between the bow and the gorgeous diamond on your finger, the widest of smiles tugging at your lips. “Yeah, what was I even thinking-“

“Hey!” he protested, deft fingers sneaking under your silky bathrobe in a vicious attack at your most ticklish spots, having you try to squirm from his hold – only accomplishing changing your positions until he trapped you under him lied flat on the fluffy carpet, his weight on you as warm as his gaze.

“See? My perfect gift, now even lying under the Christmas tree, all mine to unwrap. I’m a lucky man, aren’t I?”

His fingers sneaked lower, brushing over your hips and to your thigh, his hand freezing. The sweet warm gaze turned heated, drawn to your lips as your tongue peeked out to wet them. You felt your face flush with heat, even as your chest puffed with pride.

Cat got his tongue now, did it?

“Sweetheart?”

“There’s… I thought we might cheat a little. I didn’t wrap this one,” you admitted, a little disappointed when his weight disappeared and he only straddled your thighs – but the feeling was quickly replaced by satisfaction when Andy tugged, peeling your robe off, eyes feasting on your body adorned with the new lingerie you had bought, your nipples instantly hardening under the see-though material under his appreciative gaze.

“So…” you hummed innocently, fully aware of the way his sweats barely hid his growing arousal, just like your excuse of panties couldn’t hope to hide the growing wetness of your core, “what do you think?”

Andy’s lip curled in a smirk that had you stomach somersault, his eyes dark as coal, soft fingertips trailing over the soft curve of your breast, brushing your nipple with clear intent.

“Well, sweetheart, I think you just almost made it to the naughty list,” he mused, his other hand toying with the little ribbons on the side of your panties, lightly puling on it until fell apart smoothly.

Your breath caught in your throat, heat pooling in your belly as his fingertips followed the pattern of lace above your mound.

“Almost?”

Andy’s smirk was positively devious as he leaned down to press a kiss to your cleavage, dextrous fingers undoing the bow on your other hip as well, baring you to his greedy touch.

“But when I’m done with all the things I want to do you, sweetheart, when you let me do every filthy thing I have on my mind now… I promise you that’s you’ll be right on the top it.”

And Andy Barber was a true gentleman; when he made a promise, he always always delivered on it.

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Again, many thanks to Siri - and happy peaceful holidays to us all 💕

Thank you for reading 🥰

#andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber imagine #andy barber fluff #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fanfiction #defending jacob au #andy barber #underneath the christmas tree #anika ann

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purecantarella · 1 year

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A Long Time Coming

not what i really wanted to post for my comeback buT THIS WAS ALREADY HALF WRITTEN SO I THOUGHT JUST RUN WITH IT!! anyway, i hope you all missed me and i will try to get more writing in, i promise. but for now, here yall go!! kim jennie x reader disclaimer/s : none, mostly floof and a touch of angst if you squint

You think back to your entire life, never once thinking that you'd find yourself in one of the most stereotypical romcom plot trope in the book. Dashing through the airpot, trembling from the cold the rain brought you.

All for her. All for Kim Jennie.

Your entire life was intertwined with hers. Your father had worked closely with her mother during their college years, moving into the same community in New Zealand, both becoming single parents, and above all, had the same wants for their children.

You'd grown up with Jennie, especially with how familiar your parents were with one another. Same daycare, same friend group, same beliefs. It was uncanny how close you two were. You were even aligned to be in the same college, until she announced her intentions to audition for YG Entertainment.

She remembers the argument you two got into.

"You're serious?" You ask as she sits on your bed, trying to reason with you. She could tell from the furrow of your brows and the twitching of your lip just how upset you were. She breathes a sigh, "I just want to follow my own passion, N/n. Not the path our parents paved for us."

You fall back into your desk chair, averting your gaze from your childhood friend, your best friend. Eyes glued to the photo collage she made you during your 15th brithday. Jennie watches your stilled gaze as you stare at your young faces. Standing up to lean over you, placing her hand on yours.

The warmth of her hand sent sparks from your hand to your chest. Brushing the feeling off, you focus on her smile. The brightness radiating from it lighting up every night you slept over, the softness in those cat-like eyes, those soft plush cheeks.

You knew it would be better for her, but damn would you miss her.

"I know it'll be a little different..." She pauses, squeezing your hand gently, "But it'll always be you and me against the world. I could never lose you." The last part only gets past in a breath. Wordlessly, you pull her into a loose embrace. Arms draping around her waist, your head pressed against her chest, "I don't want to lose you either, Jen."

You whisper, silently giving her your blessing to leave as you nuzzle yourself deeper into her. Unbenost to either of you that your father was listening from the door, snacks in hand forgotten.

He watches as Jennie leans down to press her lips to the corner of your hairline, almost missing her saying, "And you'll always have me."

Your father keeps that in mind as you drive her to the airport, watching the tearful goodbye. He keeps it in mind when he watches you fall asleep talking to her. He keeps it in mind when he catches you making out with another woman in your class.

Most of all, he keeps it in mind when Jennie comes back to New Zealand.

"Dad, I was in a meeting. What's up?" You ask, carefully eying your assistant who fends off the angry businessmen. Suddenly, the nerves from the meeting are a distant memory when your father's gruff voice says, "You remember Jennie Kim?"

Your mind goes blank for a minute, previous stress from the meeting fading away as the memories of your first love filling your senses. Each sensation still fresh in your head, on your skin, and in your heart. Your father's words falling on deaf ears.

The last thing you caught before you thank him and tell him you won't be home for dinner is, "She's coming home."

It's been several years since you last saw Jennie, and just around the same time since you two drifted apart. She wasn't your adorable next door neighbor anymore, she was Kim Jennie of Blackpink. While you became a lawyer, choosing a smaller university to stay near home. You were successful and so was she.

But upon hearing her name again, you were a teenager just wanting her to look at you as more than a friend.

Your father and her mother spoke and arranged for a dinner just the four of you when she arrived. You'd planned all your cases around the week she would be in the country in spite of your client's irritability about all of it.

Her arrival date came far sooner than you were emotionally prepared for it. You dressed in your best, picked up flowers, and insisted to your assistant that you could drive to the airport just fine alone.

As you parked, you swallow thickly, placing a hand on your chest in attempts to calm your pounding heart. You take a deep breath and look at the lavish flowers with blue roses, lilac, and hydrangeas before whispering, "She's your best friend, it'll be fine."

Jennie was the same on the plane.

She sorely missed you but it had been years since she saw you. Would you be happy to see her? Would you want to see her? Were you the same? Did you still smile then your cheeks would flush? Do you still scratch at your nails when you got nervous? With how many questions flooded her head, she almost didn’t realize that she was landing.

As she dragged her luggage behind her, she looked around the airport for her mom. A couple minutes to no avail, she pulled her phone out in attempts to call her. A couple rings later, "Jennie! You've touched down, I presume?"

"Yeah-" Before she could say anything more, her mother interjected, "Oh! Then you'll see my surprise for you soon enough!" Jennie's mother exclaimed gleefully. A wave of tiredness washed over her and she sighed, a retort just at the tip of her tongue when someone spoke behind her.

"Jen...?"

The rapper whipped behind her and her eyes widened to a concerning degree.

There you were. Far more cleaned up than when she last saw you. Your tired eyes and loose fitting and dirty sweater evidently missing. In its place was a casual business suit, hair shiny and healthy, your eyes more alert and discerning. Her serious demeanor shattered at the look of you.

A squeal broke from her lips as she wrapped her arms around your neck. Your ears perked up at the contact, before you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Savoring the smell of her vanilla body wash.

Jennie pulled away and looked at you in amazement while you take in every ounce of her. Not much changed, more so she just grew into her features. But regardless, you feel your heart pound harder than when you imagined reuniting with her.

"I uh..." You trail off awkwardly, only raising the flowers up to her. Like a child giving a gift to their first crush. Well, when it came to Jennie it was pretty much the same feeling. She smiles warmly at you before taking the bouquet in your hands, "Thank you, N/n. I love them." Her hand finding purchase on your arm.

A nervous laugh falls from your lips as you say, "The florist I terrorized for an hour will be very happy to hear that you liked them." Jennie looks up at you with an adoring glaze in her eyes. The smile on her face leaves you breathless and you grin like a child, slipping your hand onto the handle of her luggage, briefly brushing with her hand.

Jennie, trying to mask the flush on her cheeks, looks down. She sees how much you've changed from when she last saw you, just a teenager with their whole future ahead of them. It was odd, but comforting. You'd grown up to all that you strived for, she'd read up on some of the cases you've handled when she had down time. It filled her with an inexplicable amount of pride.

But she also couldn't tell if you would still want her around.

But then, her eyes fall down to your nailbeds and smiles, faint white lines. Maybe you weren’t too different from the Y/n she grew up with.

Once you were both hauled into your car, once again she'd felt like you've reached a point in your life where you have it figured out. A shiny and sleek black car that just oozed class and sophistication. It overwhelmed her to an nth degree.

The only thing keeping you grounded in her mind was the picked at nails you had, a sliver of what made her believe you were still the one she looked up to. The one she looked for in every friend she ever had...in every relationship she'd ever had.

You on the other hand, were just praying that your sweat wouldn't seep through your suit jacket. The anxiety of having her eyes on you weighed on you so heavily. The silence didn't help either.

You open your mouth to speak, but it shuts before anything substantial or just about anything came out. From the corner of your eye, you see Jennie smile before finally easing into the seat, gaze still locked on you.

"You really made something of yourself, N/n." She pauses as you shift the gears into drive and pull out of the slot you were in. You laugh gently at her statement, stealing brief glances, "You're one to talk, miss Jennie Kim of one of the world's biggest girl groups."

"Hope that's not all you think of me..." Jennie pouts before crossing her arms playfully, your smile softens as you lean over and pull her arms out of their position. Smoothly taking her hand in yours, in spite of yourself. Your heart catches up with the action but by this point it's too late, her fingers lace comfortably with yours.

You clear your throat and reply, "Of course that's not all I think of you..." I think of you as the first person I've ever had feelings like this for...maybe even the only one. You think to yourself.

Jennie stares at you expectantly, "You're extraordinary on stage, but nothing beats the memory of you and I just kicking back in my room with a cheesy sit-com on our off-brand cellphones on a crappy pirating site." You both laugh before you continue, stopping at a red light and looking over at her. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I see you as I always have..."

Pausing to find the right words to say to her as Jennie waits with bated breathe. Her mind and pulse rushing at a million miles a minute. You smile goofily at her, "I see you as the amazing, smart, gorgeous girl who took a chance on her soft-spoken neighbor."

The air around you both is thick and your eyes unconsciously flick down to her lips. Jennie is shocked and is left frozen. Realizing yourself, you clear your throat and pull a forced and dry laugh. "But that's not of course without the drawback of your hair literally being all over the place, on top of your obsession with keeping everything tidy!"

Jennie is pulled out of her adoration and howls out laughing, "Shut up!"

"I swear, one or two of my jackets being left on the floor leads to a whole fuckin spring cleaning moment!" You retort as the light turns green. The rapper beside you rolls her eyes and scoffs.

"Please, if it were just one jacket as you claim, why could I not walk in your room without accidentally stepping on a clean t-shirt."

The rest of the car ride went without a hitch, falling back into your old conversations, her telling you interesting stories of the idols she socializes with, and you whining about the demanding partners and clients you have.

Before you knew it, you were at the curb of your childhood home.

You and Jennie stepped into your home, a sense of familiarity filled the rapper. She breathed in the scent of lavender and sandalwood, the only candle your father ever lit. 'Added a touch of class' he would always say. Your hand wrapped around her waist, making her jump out of nostalgia.

"Jen, I'm just going to grab your bag. Make yourself at home." You say quickly before ducking out the door again, leaving her with a hot flush on her cheeks. Damn feelings, she thinks to herself.

"Jennie Kim! It's been far too long." Your father calls from the door of your kitchen. She smiles warmly at him before jogging over to him and accepting his embrace. He pulls away, ruffling her hair. "You gotta come around more often, kid."

You grunt as you lift Jennie's luggage to the first step of your staircase. Proud of yourself you turn to see Mama Kim smiling at you, "N/n, dearest!"

"Mama Kim!" You cry happily before enveloping her in a warm and tight embrace. She chuckles and pats your arm affectionately and as you pull away, she slaps it gently. You feign distress before she says to you with playful anger, "I've been in the country for weeks and it takes me running into your dad for me to see you."

You chuckle softly before bowing your head respectfully, "Some partners just keeping my hands full."

Jennie's mother smiles deviously, the idol must've picked it up from her. "Speaking of partners keeping your hands full, ever going to woman up and tell my daughter how you feel?" Your eyes bulge as she says this.

"I swear to God, did dad tell you anything?" You ask, embarrassment pumping through your veins. She simply hums and bumps your shoulder with a childlike pout. "Like you could ever hide anything from me. Remember when I caught you sneaking in after curfew."

You eye the older woman cautiously, her eyes glued to her daughter and your father. A soft expression falls onto her face before she looks up to you. "I know how happy she makes you. You don't buy bouquets like that for someone you don't care for." Mama Kim nods over to the flowers atop Jennie's purse.

You blush thinking back to when you bought the arrangement, being so meticulous and seeking the perfect flowers to give to your childhood best friend whom you haven't seen nor spoken to in 9 years. You clear your throat as Jennie looks over at you both, eyes disappearing as her smile brightened.

"I just want everything to be up to her standard." You whisper as she closely approaches. Her mother, still looking at you mutters, "Is it what she wants though?"

With that Mama Kim walks up to her daughter, giving her a tight squeeze while you walk over to your father who was still leaning up against the door frame of the kitchen. Two bottles of beer in hand, he hands one over to you. "She looks good."

You cringe as you take a sip, "Creepy, dad." But you both laugh, before you look to the two other women in the living room looking at old memorabilia. "You are right though...those YG cameras have nothing on how she looks in real life."

There's a lull, you two sip your alcohol quietly waiting for the oven to ding for dinner. You hear your father chuckle beside you, "And that is one hell of a bouquet, Y/n."

"Shut up, dad." Your dad sputters laughing when the oven dings. You grin to yourself and walk into the kitchen, "Dinner time!"

Dinner was filled with laughter and one too many drinks. All the while you couldn't keep your eyes off Jennie. You knew even when you two were kids that she was gorgeous and that that gummy smile lit up anything and everything. She was an enigma...and she still was.

You both stumbled into your bedroom, tipsy from the evening's drinks. Laughter echoing the hall followed by shushing from one another, given your father was asleep on the couch and her mother in the guest bedroom.

Once Jennie gains her composure, she looks around your room. "Not much changed around here since I was last here, huh?" She asks as you plop down on your bed. You hum softly as she continues to walk around the room, everything was meticulously kept. Even the stack of papers was kept tidy and organized. But something out of the corner of her eye piqued her interest.

"No." The rapper gasps before bolting to your shelf, there sat a Blackpink album beside her solo album. Jennie marvels at them for a second, dust had collected atop both of them but they hadn't lost their sheen. "You big fucking nerd!"

You groan and smile before you lift your head up, mind returning once you saw what she had in her hands. "You have my albums?!" She makes out of her laughter.

You grin sheepishly before sitting up to remove your jacket, "Don't make a big deal of it, Kim. I happen to be very in touch with music, not just yours." Trying to brush her off.

Without saying another word, Jennie returns your mini-collection to the shelf, and jumps onto you. You grunt as she lays flat on top of you. "Did your bed get lumpier or is it just me?"

You laugh breathlessly, "I will throw up if you crush me like this."

There's a silence for a moment, it lingers before she rolls over her eyes meeting yours. Eyes droopier but still so bright, it sends a wave of warmth through your chest. You stroke the back of her hair lovingly, weaving your fingers through her soft locks. "I don't think I've told you just how much I missed you, Jen."

She nods and lays her head flat on your chest, nuzzling deep into your shirt. You continue, "I wanted to reach out, but I never knew what to say or I was scared I'd say the wrong thing."

"You could never say the wrong thing, N/n." Her voice childlike and faint. You knew full well how hard your heart was beating and you just knew that she could hear it too. You press your nose atop her head, savoring the moment before your lips meet the soft skin of her forehead. "I almost did, so many times...I've almost told you that I-"

A soft snore.

You shift your gaze from the ceiling to the woman on your chest, sound asleep. You smile and lay another soft kiss on her forehead, "I love you, Jennie."

After that night, you noticed that Jennie had become more clingy. The morning after while you were cooking breakfast, she was seated on the counter, feeding you freshly cut fruit as you cooked. The next day while you were walking around in the New Zealand heat, she took the time to pat your forehead dry while your arms were interlocked.

Finding new ways to make each other smile and reminiscing on the days when all you had to worry about was a paper due at the end of the week. Now, you had jobs, she had crazy fans, and there was so much pressure on both your backs to do well by your clients and her audience.

"You get me, you just get me." Jennie says before she takes another lick of her ice cream. You two had found a nice shady tree with only a few onlookers in the middle of a serene park. You lay on her lap as she talks about how demanding her company is. Photoshoots, video shoots, promotional appearances, all of it. "Trust me, I know a thing or two about that, the people in my law firm suck." You whine.

Jennie laughs, brushing your baby hairs back with a thoughtful look on her face, "They can't be all bad."

You look up at her, catching her eye, giving her a small wistful smile, "They aren't you."

Jennie's eyes widen before she nervously laughs and crushes what's left of her ice cream on your forehead. You gasp and shoot up pulling the sticky substance from your skin, "You're fucking dead, Kim!" You yell before she squeals and runs around the tree.

Her laughter makes her breathe catch before she leans up against the tree, holding her hand out in defense. "Y/n, I call truce, please?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "You stuck a cone of ice cream on my head."

"I made you a unicorn." She retorts with that damn gummy smile on her face. Before you can catch yourself, your hands press against the rough bark of the tree behind her. The smile on her face falters and you feel a twinge of hesitation in your chest. But before you can take a step back, her hand finds its way to the back of your neck. Brushing the hair away and scratches the skin right below your hairline.

She'd done it since you were kids.

Your gaze falls onto her lips, pink, hints of the strawberry ice cream left on her. You wonder if that's what it would taste like if you'd kissed her, like you dreamed of since you were 15. Jennie gently, oh so gently, pulled you closer. "You know, you should really be careful what you confess when you think someone's asleep."

A dry chuckle falls from your lips, "I knew it," You pause, just looking at her in all her glory. No make-up, no stage lights, no big crowd screaming her name. But she still blew you away. Finally, you finish, "I meant it."

Her smile grows twice as wide and you lean forward, your lips ghosting hers before her phone goes off. You hear her curse under her breath before pulling it out of her pocket, leaving you rather awkward.

Jennie answers in the phone in Korean, her brows crease instantly. She's seemingly arguing with whoever's on the other end before her hand balls into a fist behind your neck. Practically fuming, she nods and hangs up. You'd pulled away a bit to give her room to speak, but she turns her attention back to you before she says, "It was my manager, apparently they'd booked me for something this Friday."

"But your going back on Friday?" You return.

The rapper nods but continues to say, "Yeah, but there's preparation, fittings, video shoots to promote that I'll be in attendance." She breathes a frustrated sigh, before her eyes loose their spark, "I'm flying back tonight..."

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Jennie, packing everything away into her suitcase. Making sure everything was packed. Her mom stopped by to bid her goodbye and that they would have dinner when she was in South Korea again.

"Now or never, N/n." Mama Kim whispered to you while she held you in her embrace. "If I hear from my daughter that you did nothing now, I will hunt you down."

You smile and nod. After that moment in the park, you knew it was about time. Your dad called a cab and you two waited on the curbside, a comfortable yet, as paradoxical as it was, uncomfortable silence. You knew what you wanted to say, you know you should explain, and she does too.

But the words just feel like they'd fall flat.

A car pulls up and Jennie takes her bag to the trunk, thanking the driver before turning back to you. "I'm sorry I had to leave, I know you moved everything around to be able to spend time with me."

"It's no worries...Just maybe don't wait a decade to come back?" You joke to which she slaps your arm gently. She smiles up at you. Your heart is hammering again. You want to say something, you should; but all you do is open your arms to her.

Jennie steps into your warm embrace and nuzzles herself into your neck. Leaving a light kiss as she did.

Your arms around her tighten as her taxi waits on the curb, honking impatiently. She should go, you know it but as the beat of your heart echoes loudly in your ears you need to do it. The urge fills you as you pull away.

Everything slows, you pull the mask over her lips down slowly. The idea of her rejecting you terrifies you further, hands shaking, heart pounding, blood rushing through your body quickly and you feel warm in spite of the cold winter air flowing around both of you.

Your foreheads press briefly together as your eyes maintain steady eye contact, as if she were giving you her final permission. With a grin on both your faces, you lean in and your lips press together for the first time.

A long time waiting, but you can’t help the smile that breaks onto your face as time returns. It was short, but it was everything you'd ever wanted since you were just kids in your bedroom dreaming of the future.

Jennie pulls away with a gummy smile on her face, you mirror the smile on her face as you cup her cheeks lovingly. Your lips littering pecks across her face as she giggles as her hand finds yours.

"I can't believe I'm leaving now." Jennie says, a pout forming on her lips. You chuckle, thumb reaching back to stroke the back of her hand. "Neither can I."

You lean down, pecking her lips again, longer than the first time. "But if you think I'm waiting for the next time you're here for a kiss like that, you're dead wrong."

The rapper giggles again, before another honk pops the bubble around you both. Reluctantly, Jennie pulls away, her hand loosely locked with yours as she gives you a shy smile.

"I'll see you soon then?" She asks, hopeful.

You can't resist the teen-like giddiness running through your body, lifting her hand to your lips. Paying particular attention to her ring finger, your pulse hammering as you look up into her dark brown eyes. "It's a date."

Before she can cancel all her schedules for the coming week, she pulls your hand away and opens the door to the car. Turning back briefly to look at you standing with your hands in your pockets, a goofy smile on your face. "I'll call you before I board."

"And when you land?" You ask.

"And every night after." She replies before slipping into the car.

You smile at her through the car window, cheeks sore from all of it. Even though you know she can't hear you, you say, "I'll be waiting."

Jennie sinks into the seat with a dreamy sigh. The driver of the car looks into the rearview mirror, seeing the wispy look on Jennie's face and you folding out of what he assumes is delight. He smiles before saying, "Must be someone amazing to get you smiling that way, ma'am."

She's taken aback for a moment, but her shock melts into a warm smile, too giddy to push the question away.

"Yeah, but it has been a long time coming."

this was far longer than i had initially wanted BUT i quite like how it came out, the parents were a little janky and i feel like a lot of the parts are OOC but still, as a story i quite liked it HAHAHAH i was typing this on my bed so my back really, really hurts rn i hope you lovelies missed me a bit and i will try to continue to bring you guys the content you deserve. i love you all so much and i'll see you all vv soon!! - r

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wol-fica · 2 years

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-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋3-

pairings - nessy poopoo x fem!dopey stupido

summary - waking up with the girl of you dreams feels like such a wonderful thing

warnings - FLOOF

an - i’m really glad people are enjoying this series so much, i love writing it too

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Waking up used to be so terrible for you.

You hated having to remove yourself from your bed and leave the warmth it provided just to be productive in a day. Your presence was apparently rEqUiReD in school and Weems deemed it as, “Being awake for a school function is professional!”

But now after you graduated, moved into your own home, and don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, waking up doesn’t seem so bad.

Oh and you’re married too, what a plus!

Wednesday, your gothic wife, was always a morning person. Never without fail would she arise from her slumbers as precisely 7:00 AM, no more no less. You enjoyed being a night owl, weirdly Wednesday also enjoyed that you were a night owl; she would get to fall asleep on you while you either read to her or just hummed a tune she enjoyed.

Wednesday also enjoyed waking up, she loved the terrible feeling of having to leave her bed, it was such a good practice for every day. But Wednesday also loved being able to just watch you.

When you were asleep, you were relaxed. No stress was etched into your features, no lopsided grin coating your face, no witty remarks passing your lips; just you being absolutely limp.

As of this morning, Wednesday had just woken up for the day. It was a lazy Saturday in June, so birds were chirping their souls away on the windowsill while sunlight beamed in from above. One of the rays had fallen on your face, casting you in a gorgeous golden glow.

Wednesday was in awe, all she could do was stare. The sun highlighted the small nicks on your skin that were previously hidden in the shade, and Wednesday wanted to kiss all of your freckles that you had dusted across your nose.

In her black, soulless eyes, you were perfect. You were a fallen angel sent from the deepest pit of hell and into her lap. You were the thing she craved on a boring Tuesday afternoon after she finished her weekly taxidermy crafts, you were the warm, comforting embrace she desired to settle down her cold, unfortunately beating heart.

You were it for her, the drug she accidentally got herself addicted to. The way you held yourself was so alluring to her, you didn’t have a care if anyone said anything bad about you, you would just smile. Your posture and poise was strong, an attractive trait to Wednesday, and you always had the will to do almost anything.

But here you were, laying down on your shared king-sized bed as Wednesday studied you from above. She was straddled on your waist after sitting up from laying on your body. Her weight and her aroma was always enough for you to fall asleep, and if she was away you would spray a weighted blanket with her perfume just to get some sort of closure that it was her.

Wednesday enjoyed having that effect on you, the control. She liked knowing that you needed her to even do many tasks, i.e. falling asleep, cooking, going for runs without getting mugged, the simple things.

You shifted in your sleep, a small whine of discomfort passing your lips. You were waking up, Wednesday knew that from the lack of her body on yours, so she returned to her previous position of her body hooked over yours. Her legs were around your hips, locking you in place, while her arms went under your back to hold you.

“Sleep, mi amor…” She whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek as she nestled herself even closer to you.

You sighed in response, your brain shifting back into a deep sleep state at the return of your wife’s presence.

Wife. A label Wednesday never thought she would think of someone else. Her life felt to preoccupied for marriage, the devotion of oneself to another person for eternity seemed pointless and a waste of her time.

That being said, Wednesday loved you very very much. After meeting you in botany class her second year at nevermore, she became lovesick for you. She wanted you, she needed you, and now that she was finally graduated and living her long-awaited adult life, she had you.

“Nes…” You murmured int your sleep, your head turning into Wednesday’s collar bone.

“I’m here…” Wednesday cooed, her hands rubbing the back of your neck.

You had turned, your body pushing Wednesday onto her back as you now laid atop her. Your lips were incredibly close to her skin, your warm breath fanning out across her naked shoulder.

Pure bliss is what Wednesday would describe your mornings. It was such a blessing to be able to love and hold you in this peaceful state, when her whole focus was on you.

Mornings were terrible, but they always were the best start of your days.

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woke up at 6 and wrote this, then fell back asleep

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ezzydantes · 2 months

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Shambles

Author's Note: an inspiration from anon. Law used his powers to summon some of his crew in a desperate escape, but what he wasn't counting on was a beautiful woman and her small daughter being amongst them. It's been two years since then and y/n and him have become a couple and Law has adopted your daughter as his own. You've stopped in Sabaody and meet Straw Hat and Kid.

Warnings: the floof (fluff).

"Papa!" Giselle yelled as she jumped off of the Polar Tang. You couldn't help but laugh at the irritated look on your lover's face and Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin having a heart attack as their little mistress leapt into her adopted father's arms.

"Ellie!" Law reprimanded his daughter as he held her close, "How many times do I have to tell you not to get off the ship like this?"

The little ravenette pouted as she hugged her father. "Sorry, Papa", she whispered as she snuggled into his embrace.

The Captain of the Hearts Pirates couldn't help but chuckle as he held his adopted daughter in his arms. It had been two years since you and she had been accidentally pulled into his Devil fruit powers while saving his crew. He had meant to drop the pair of you off on their next stop but he had fallen in love with you and your daughter. Giselle had been two at the time and won over his heart alongside you. He couldn't part with either of you by the time you had made the next stop in his journey through the New World.

Bepo helped you down the latter as you were 5 months pregnant with a child of your own with Law. "Mrs., please remind the little one not to jump like that..." the mink sighed as he gently lifted you half way down the latter onto the port deck.

"Law and I can tell her all day not to do that and you know she will still do as she pleases, Bepo. Thank you for your help", you smiled as you placed your hand on the Mink's shoulder, causing him to blush.

"Mama!" your daughter called out to you, "Papa says we can shop!"

"Sounds fun..." you giggle as you approach the pair. Law gives you a once over before grabbing your hand and walking towards the city of Grove 21. "I want you and Ellie to stay close to me, there will be other pirates here..." the Surgeon of Death quietly states has he draws you closer.

"I understand, Love", you whispered back. Knowing your lover, he was particular about how he conducted business wherever he went. Since you and Giselle became a part of his daily life he had been cautious as to where to stop and how to operate wherever you were. He had already made a name for himself before meeting you and he tried to keep you and your daughter out of the "spot light" as he called it. He didn't want his enemies knowing that he had a family aboard his ship, but he knew there couldn't be much trouble in Sabaody since it was so close to the home of the Celestial Dragons.

Law was aware of your origins and the animosity between you and the Dragons. He had met your elder cousin who was in charge of your clan and was aware that your family was deeply involved with the Revolutionaries. You were still high up in the hierarchy of your family so your involvement with the Revolutionaries was deep as well. This added to his protectiveness over you and your daughter.

"How are you feeling today?" he stopped as he gently laid a hand on your growing stomach, shifting Ellie to his opposite hip as he leaned closer.

"I promise we are fine... Hestia, Freya, Hera, Sis... all signed off on me... and Hecate says the baby is destined to be strong as his father before him if not stronger..." you smiled as you lifted his hand to your lips and kissed it softly.

"A boy?" Law's eyes grew wide at the revelation. He knew how to handle girls... somewhat, with your help, but a son?

"He is YOUR son... " you cooed as you caressed your lover's cheek after releasing his hand, "I'm glad to have a boy... are you not?"

The Captain of the Hearts Pirates immediately schooled his features upon hearing your propriety. Sometimes he forgot you hailed from an ancient race and was far older than your looks gave away. Upon meeting some of your kin he quickly learned by the manner of speech you all shared that old world wisdom that would leak occasionally into your dialect.

"Baby... you can't talk like that here... most would find it odd..." his cheeks had a tint of red about them as he softly reminded you not to show your heritage. Only nobles spoke that way and to be caught with a pirate?

"Forgive me.... I mean, I'm sorry.... old ettiquette dies hard..." you mumbled as you began to slink away from him. A small gasp escaped your lips as he pulled you close so that only you and your daughter could hear, "Stay close and forget ettiquette... you're Pirates now, Sweethearts.... try NOT to show your heritage..."

"Yes, Papa", the young girl nodded her head, "I promise..."

Your lover looked to you for affirmation. You smiled and gently nodded before reaching for your eldest. You couldn't help but scoff as Law pulled away with Ellie in tow, wrapping his arms around her, "it's better if I carry her... you're in a delicate condition.

All you could do was share a knowing look with your daughter as she smiled and buried her flush face into her stepfathers neck while giggling.

"Don't do that... " Law sighed, "it's like I'm out of the loop."

"You're not, Papa... " the little girl held his face in her small hands as she brought his forehead to hers, "just us being grateful to have you!"

"Again... stop talking like that... especially for as small as you are... I had a hard time getting around in this world because I was too smart like you", the Surgeon of Death mumbled as he put his hat on her, "Don't stop being you... but for now... until you make you're way through the world... just let me and Mama know how amazing you are.... just for now."

"Aye, aye Captain!" Ellie giggled as she put his hat back on his head and buried her face into his cheek while giving a bear hug.

"That's my girl" he whispered, wrapping both arms around her in return. You couldn't help but smile at the warm exchange.

Law grabbed your hand and you continued to the market to pick up medical supplies and other essentials for the Polar Tang. You were distracted most of the time watching your lover and eldest child interact as he showed her medicines and explained what they were for. Your heart swelled with pride knowing that his power had brought you all together. You knew deep down things were only going to get more complicated but in that moment you knew you'd found a love so strong and pure. A love you knew your family would honor and help protect with the pending war coming. Yet that was a discussion for another day.

#traflagar law x reader #one piece #supernova trio

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