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mrsparrasblog · 7 months ago

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Seducing Price

Okay so this is like a excerpt from my very first ff Nigtmares become true solider, I think this fanfic is to big to post on Tumblr, but I still wanted to post at least one of my favorite scenes from it.

Pairing: John Price x Reader ( I perspective tho, Readers callsign is Sunshine)

TW: Oralsex, seduction, Cum play , body worship , John Price on his knees for you

I went to the training center; my training uniform was in the washer, and I just hoped I didn't have some rookies who barely finished their puberty in the hall since I put on just a green sports bra and yoga leggings that hugged every curve of my body—leaving absolutely no place for imagination.

To my surprise, John was in the gym lifting weights, only wearing a tight compression shirt and grey sweatpants—oh no. I smiled and greeted him.

"No one's here, lovely. You can greet me properly." He pressed me against his sweaty body, kissing me with pure passion.

"Training your arms today?"

"Full body," he smirked, flexing his arm muscles. I giggled at this act—behind all this Captain exterior, he was just a man.

"How much do you lift?"

"250 lbs. What are you training today, lovely?" I swallowed hard; that explains a lot.

"Just some flexibility and stretching."

"Like yoga?" his voice sounded hoarse.

"Yes."

"Explains the outfit."

"You don't like it?" I asked him teasingly.

"A bit distracting." I gave him another kiss and went to a corner where I started to go into the downward-facing dog, wiggling my ass in John's direction.

"Sun," he said, scolding me while pushing the weight to the side.

"What?"

"Stop being a tease."

"I'm not a tease."

"You are."

I rolled my eyes and went to another position, John's eyes still lingering on me. He pulled the heavy weights, groaning deep, his hoarse voice only sounding more extreme. Now he is being a tease. But two can play that game.

"Can you spot me, love? I want to try a bit more on the bench press."

"Of course." We danced around each other for hours in the gym, teasing each other, sharing hidden touches when someone was near. When a rookie came in and tried to flirt with me; the jealousy in John's eyes was immaculate.

"You behaved nice, John," I chuckled.

"Wanted to rip that muppet apart." I went over to John, pressing my hand against his chest while he sat down, my legs fiddling between his spread legs.

"A bit close, love."

"Do you mind?"

"A bit."

"John, can you help me with sparring?" I asked him nicely.

"Oh lovely, you don't know what you're asking."

We began to spar, and to my surprise, he didn't take it easy on me. He didn't underestimate me like Soap and Kyle do; he didn't make dumb mistakes, and so I landed on my ass every time.

"If you wanted to bruise my ass, you could have just asked."

"Fucking minx."

He pinned me down, his knee pressing into my thighs a bit too close to my sweet spot, earning a little moan. He let go of me, looking at me like I'm crazy, so I pinned him down and sat down on his lap, pressing my hips against his erection, while leaning down to kiss him. He grabbed my ass and deepened that kiss before pinning me down and standing up. He helped me up, and I thought he would initiate something, but he didn't.

After the spare, he went away quickly, leaving me alone and flustered in the training center. I was weighing my options. I could go into my room and take care of the problem for myself, or I could just take a cold relaxing shower.

I grabbed a bikini from my room, towels, and my favorite shower products and went to the community shower stalls, hoping I would still catch him there.

I went down and removed my clothes, the sound of water falling against the stall, made me hope John was there. I went with my bikini for the sake of catching anyone else than John there.

But there he stood completely naked under the shower; his brown hair was black and damp because of the water; he was muscular like I thought, but not lean like Kyle or Keegan; he had these thick, delicious muscles. His dog tags clung around his chest, and his chest was covered with hair, making him look more masculine than I could take.

My eyes wandered down. He had a prominent V line and a fucking happy trail that made me rethink my complete life choices. It was followed by soft black curls between his thighs. and the most beautiful dick I ever saw.

I always laughed at people who said they were beautiful, but wow, I just wanted to kneel in front of him and suck him dry. He was big, maybe not the longest I had, but definitely the thickest I ever had, with prominent veins and a red inviting tip. He wasn't circumstanced, which only added to his appeal. I planned to seduce him, not the other way around.

"Sun, what are you doing here? This is the man's shower room."

"Community shower, "I corrected him, sneaky.

"No, you have a room with a shower because you are the only woman on base."

"But it's bonding to share a shower with your comrades."

"If you take a shower with Soap-"

"I won't do it; I don't want them to be hurt."

"Sun-"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Fuck"

"Something wrong?"

"Anyone could walk in here."

"Is that a problem for you when someone else sees me like this? I'm pretty covered up."

"For how long?"

I slowly started to remove my bikini top, freeing my breasts from the tiny fabric, my nipples already hardening under the friction of the water. Then I removed my bikini thong, throwing it in John's direction, who caught it with ease and couldn't stop staring down at my naked body like a predator who saw his prey.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "To be caught like this, your cunt wrapped around my cock?"

"No, sir, I only want to take a shower in peace," I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Then stop teasing me," he growled, pulling me against him. His cock pressed against my stomach. "You've been teasing me the whole day, and now you're even walking in my shower."

"I'm not teasing you, sir."

"You fucking are," he snapped, losing his patience. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back roughly, forcing me to look into his blue eyes. "I've been hard for you all day," he whispered fiercely.

"You say it like it's a bad thing; it's natural, you know."

"It's not," he groaned. "It's fucking heaven." He pushed me against the shower wall, pinning me there with his body. His cock rubbed against me, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on my skin. "You're making me lose my control, love."

"Why don't you give me what I want, John?"

His eyes flared hotter than a blowtorch at the thought of giving in to me. He knew exactly what I wanted. "Because for once I want to make it right, I do not want you to think I only want to fuck you."

"John please" He couldn't resist my pleas any longer. He lifted my leg and wrapped them around his waist, positioning himself at my entrance. He looked into my eyes, seeing the need and desire burning there. "You want this?" he asked, his voice rough with lust.

"Yes, John, I want you."

"Fuck, lovely, you make me lose any self-control."

"John, I know you want more than just sex; you do not need to prove anything to me."

"You're wrong," he growled, his eyes burning with passion. "I don't need to prove anything to you. But goddammit, I want to show you how much I fucking adore you." He lets me go and get back on the ground, trying his hardest not to just take me right now. He started to shower normally again as if nothing had happened between us.

I slowly started to soap up my body, putting the soap over my hard nipples and releasing a soft moan as my shower gel fell to the ground by accident. Of course, I bent over. Picking it up revealing a perfect sight of my glistering cunt to him.

John couldn't help but stare at my ass as I bent over, his cock twitching with desire. He forced himself to turn around and grab a towel, drying off his body fast as he tried to regain some semblance of control.

"Why are you already leaving, John?"

John turned around slowly, his eyes burning with raw passion. "Because I'm trying to be the man you deserve," he growled, "and that means controlling this damn cock of mine." He pulled me into his embrace, his erection pressing against my stomach.

"You are the man I deserve, John; you've always been the one I want."

"Say that again, lovely," he groaned, kissing me deeply. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass and pulling me even closer. He broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes, his own filled with desire and love.

I wrapped my arms around him and deepened the kiss.

"God, you taste so fucking good," he murmured against my lips before trailing kisses down my neck and collarbone. His hands slowly roamed over my boobs, caressing them and slowly planting kisses on them. He spent a bit too much time sucking on my nipples; this man surely had an oral fixation.

I moaned softly as he stimulated my breasts. Johns's fingers traced delicate patterns on my stomach, making their way lower toward my soaked mound. His breath hitched as he finally found what he was looking for: my wet, swollen clit. "You're so fucking beautiful, the most beautiful woman on earth, do you know that?"

"Mhm, John, please."

"Your beautiful eyes, your smooth skin, and those gorgeous tits that fill my hands so perfectly," he whispered before teasing my clit with his thumb. "I want to devour you whole."

"Stop it. You make me crazy, John," I whined.

"I never stop complimenting you, especially when you're getting so flustered easily." He slowly starts to press one of his thick fingers into my puffy hole. But I wanted him to feel good, so I removed John Fingers from my sweet spot and fell on my knees for him, wanting to suck him off.

"What are you doing, lovely?" He lifted me from my knees. "You never been with a real men before? You always come first." With that, he pinned me against the shower and started to spread my lips again. "Didn't Keegan take care of your sweet cunt properly, always leaving you unsatisfied?" He circled his thumb on my clit while slowly pressing his thick fingers into my pleading hole again.

"John," I moaned his name; it felt so fucking good. His calloused fingers only added to the friction.

"That's it, lovely; scream my name." His voice was deep and husky as he began to pump his fingers in and out of my tight, wet hole. His thumb continued to rub my clit in circles, driving me wild with pleasure. "so fucking tight."

"John, please, I'm close." I felt embarrassed at how fast he got me to my height.

"Cum for Daddy, my beautiful Sun," he growled, kissing my neck. "Show me how much you love it." His fingers moved faster, pressing deeper as he teased my clit harder. "That's it, sweetheart. Let go". John held me tight, his hands pressing firmly against my hips as I rode out my orgasm. When my body relaxed beneath him, he pulled his fingers out of my slick pussy and gently kissed my neck. "That's my good girl," He licked my juices from his finger, moaning in pleasure.

"Can you give me a second one, lovely?"

I nodded slowly, completely drunk from my high.

"Good girl." He pushed my legs apart again and knelt in front of me. I never had a man who fucking kneeled in front of me; it had something alluring, especially when he was my fucking superior. He planted kisses on my thighs, leaving love bites on them marking his territory. John started to lick my sensitive lips, his tongue darting in and out of my hole, teasing my entrance.

"God, you taste like scotch feels."

"What?"

"Addicting, burning, and fucking exquisite." He had his things with words, making me clench around him all the time when he said the sweetest praises as if I were a goddess to him.

His other hand went to my clit, rubbing it gently before starting to pinch it between his fingers.

I pulled on his wet hair, pressing his tongue only further into my throbbing hole, his beard giving me sensations I never felt in his life, always coming close to my clit making me flinch from passion and pain at the same time.

"You like that, huh?" He chuckled against my flesh, loving the way I moaned and bucked beneath him. "You want more, don't you?" He continued to lick and suck on my clit while pinching it gently with his fingers.

I whined and shook and was barely able to stand straight. He held me in place, supporting my body weight and making me feel safe as he ate me out like a starved man. He licked every drop of me, not letting one sip of my delicious nectar go to waste. His moans vibrated against my clit and I asked myself if he enjoyed it even more than I did.

"That's it, my sweet girl," he murmured, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin. "Cum for me again." His fingers slid deeper into my pussy, curling to find that perfect spot inside me.

"Oh my god, John." With a final flick of his tongue, I came hard, my juices running along his tongue, and he took them greedily, his tongue lapping up every last drop. He groaned as he felt my walls clenching around his fingers inside me. When I finally stopped shaking, he pulled away and grinned, "That was fucking fantastic; taste so divine almost made me cum from just your taste."

His beard was full of me, and his blue eyes still looked hungry at me. I wanted to return the favor so much; he just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I slowly moved my hand to his throbbing length. John let out a moan as he felt my hand on his length. "Oh, fuck, Sun," he still removed my Hand.

"Give me one more orgasm, and you can have my cock all you want, sweet girl," he said, looking at me with a serious expression.

"But John," I whined. I wasn't sure if I could take another one.

"No, but John, you asked for this, remember?" His fingers found their way again to my overstimulated clit.

"John"

He continued to tease me, circling my clit with his fingers as he leaned down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth.

"Mhm, please, too much, John."

"You can barely take it, can you?" He chuckled around, biting down on my nipple. "Just one more push and I'll give you what you want." He moved his fingers a little faster, his thumb pressing harder against my clit.

I shook under him, completely senseless and overstimulated. "That's it, my beautiful girl," he whispered. "Let go and cum for me." His thumb flicked over my clit as his fingers pumped into me.

"Almost there, I'm so proud of you," he moaned, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. "So tight, so fucking good." He thrust his fingers in and out of me faster, his thumb circling in tight circles.

"I'm going to cum John." From my face fell happy tears. God, am I crying?

His eyes softened as he looked at me. "Let go, love; I've got you." He pressed his thumb more firmly against my clit and started a firm rhythm with his fingers inside me pressing against my G-spot. "Cum for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you shake with pleasure."

I came screaming his name; the whole base probably heard this - my juices are spilling over his hand. His mouth left my nipple to capture the sweet sounds of my pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned, "you're so beautiful when you cum." He went down on his knees and started licking me clean.

"John, what are you doing?"

"I want to taste you," he murmured against my skin, his tongue swirling around my folds. He pushed two fingers back inside of me and started a slow rhythm as he licked and sucked on my abused clit. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I thought you said only three." I whined; I couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't he be more selfish?

"I lied," he said with a wicked grin. "But only because I want you to cum again." He continued to finger me while his mouth worked on my clit, determined to make me come once more. "I can't help myself; you taste fucking divine."

I was so overstimulated that I came in Seconds. He was pleased with my response, his arousal growing as he tasted my sweet nectar. "Fuck, Sun," he groaned against my skin. "You're so fucking responsive." He slowly pulled away, his fingers leaving me feeling empty.

"Let me take care of you now, John, please."

He helped me down on my knees. "Tell me if it gets too uncomfortable, okay?"

"Please," I whispered as I wrapped my warm, soft lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth. I removed my lips from him and started to lick the precum away from his slit, tracing down his cockhead and kissing the veins on his cock. "The most beautiful dick I've ever seen."

John's breath caught in his throat at my words. He groaned lowly as I licked him clean and kissed his cock. "Fuck," he gasped, "you're going to drive me insane."

I just smiled and continued to worship his dick with small kisses. He reached down and gently guided my head, urging me to take more of him into my mouth. He couldn't believe the feelings coursing through him; the desire to feel my lips wrapped around his cock was almost overwhelming. "Goddamn," he whispered, "

I heard his plead and took him deeper almost completely, my nose tickling against his curls. John's hips began to thrust gently into my mouth, his hands tangling in my hair. "Fuck, love," he moaned, "you were made for this." He got closer and closer to the edge, his cock throbbing in my warm, wet mouth.

I bobbed my head up and down while playing with his full balls, squeezing them a bit. John groaned loudly, arching his back as he pushed deeper into my mouth. "Shit," he panted, "you're amazing." I fastened my pace, taking everything He gave me while gaging a bit because of His massive thickness.

He could feel me gagging on him, and it visibly only turned him on more. "Take it, love," he growled, "take every fucking inch." He thrust harder into my mouth, his pubic hair tickling against my face. He gripped my hair eagerly, not trying to hurt me but guiding me as he fucked my face. "Can I cum inside your throat, lovely?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Good girl," Price whispered before grabbing my face roughly. "Look at me when I cum." He groaned as I felt his cock pulsing, thick streams of cum shooting out into my throat. I looked at him with pure admiration and tried to swallow every sip of his cum as if it was the most delicious thing I had in my whole life. His cum was, in comparison, good, not salty; it tasted rich and bitter.

His hips were bucking wildly. "Fuck, Sun," he moaned, "you're incredible."

After his orgasm, I removed my lips with a loud pop, and then I started to lick the remaining cum drops of his dick while moaning. John's eyes fluttered shut as he felt my tongue swipe over his cock, savoring every last drop of his cum. "God, Sun," he breathed out, "you did so good for me, beautiful girl." His eyes softened with pure admiration.

He helped my wobbly legs up, drying and cleaning me up under the shower. It felt magical as he massaged the shampoo into my hair and washed my hair; it had such a romantic feeling that I felt truly worshiped. I put the body wash on his chest, playing with his hair, and looking at his scars, kissing them down. "Oh, love," he smiled, and I giggled, putting my head against his chest, and he wrapped me in a big bear hug.

"John? I want more." He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me.

"More?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You want me to fuck you?" His voice was low and husky, filled with desire.

"yes "

John smiled slowly. "Oh, love, I want nothing more, but I want to make it right, okay? After our third date, okay? It will be perfect, I swear, and I will show you how a man makes love to the woman he truly desires" He kissed my forehead. He was one of the guys to say make love, and a giggle escaped my mouth. I kind of liked it.

"I didn't know you were such a romantic."

John chuckled softly. "You know me better than that. But when it comes to you, I want it to be right. Our third date, agreed?" He wrapped the towel around his waist, pulling me close.

"Can we at least cuddle?"

"Of course, your room or mine?"

"yours"

"Perfect love." He helped me put on my yoga pants on my wet skin.

"And how do we get out without someone noticing?"

"I think after you screamed like this, it's too late with the descrition."

"Shut up, John!" He kissed me, while caressing my face with his thumb. He was so different from his Captain exterior, almost vulnerable around me.

We left the shower, trying not to draw any attention, and we didn't. Well, until the tall frame of Simon appeared next to us, showing us a death glare through his mask, but not saying a word since John was his superior.

His room was a bit bigger than mine and a lot cleaner, almost sterile, between some pictures and books. It smelled like tobacco and vanilla, and I could get used to that scent. He lay down on the bed, and I removed his shirt.

"I thought only to cuddle."

"I just want to steal your shirt; it smells so good."

"But then I do not have a shirt," he chuckled.

"Well, who cares? It looks better on me anyway."

"I suppose it does." He handed me his shirt, watching as I put it on. The fabric clung to my curves; the shirt was a bit too big, fitting me like a dress.

"You are beautiful," he said.

"You spoil me rotten with your compliments."

John leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. "I can't help it," he whispered against my skin. "You deserve to be spoiled." He trailed more kisses down my neck and collarbone before nipping at my earlobe playfully and hugging me tightly, almost manhandling me with his sheer size.

"My legs are sore because of you. If you make me run tomorrow in training, I'll die." Maybe this was my free-of-running card."

He pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh really? Well, maybe I'll make sure to take it easy on you tomorrow." He grinned wickedly, knowing full well that he would likely push me to my limits.

"You never take it easy on anyone."

He laughed, leaning in to kiss my nose. "That's because I never want anyone slacking off. But I promise, I'll make sure you can keep up." He smirked.

"Mhm, maybe you give my thighs a massage; it would make me happy."

Price raised an eyebrow at my suggestion, amused. "You want me to massage your thighs? Consider it done." He sat up and reached for my legs, starting to knead the muscles gently. I rubbed his hair gently while he massaged my thighs, and after he placed his head on them, cuddling with the soft flesh, both of us fell asleep.

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portgasdwrld · 1 year ago

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📂 Op men + flirty reader

Featuring: Monster trio + Ace

Warning: suggestive, fluff otherwise 🫧

Gender neutral reader ✨

Luffy

Luffy was most of the time not even aware of your flirting with him until he noticed Nami and Robin chuckling in the corner faced to your defeated expression. He would look at them confused and back at you who was now pouting. He would probably ask you directly to explain what you meant …

-No, you reply with a pout as you dive into the delicious food, after your love interest asked you to repeat what you said.

-Ahhh, why not ?Come on tell meee, I wanna laugh too!

- You can be so dumb sometimes omg, you grumble annoyed.

Luffy just complimented your new outfit and you thought it would be amusing to reply with something flirty and you did. You told him you would look better without it if he wanted to take care of it.

He didn’t even listen to you as he was devouring his plate (literally). So you just stood there astonished and sat down to eat in defeat.

Zoro

He’s either ignoring you and blushing, or snapping back and blushing.

Zoro have been working out as usual, nothing at all special for you or the others. But you loved watching him, it was the way his tan body was glistening from his sweat and the warm heat of the sun, that just does it for you. His muscles flexing and his exhausted facial expression >

-Enjoying the view?, he finally snaps after you have been watching him for over an hour with now a refresher from Sanji. He was wiping his sweat away with a towel as he glared at you.

You sip from your drink and squint your eyes at him as a smirk curve your lips.

-Why? Am I making it hard for you to focus ?

You reply while sustaining the eye contact with him.

-I wasn’t expecting to have spectators, if you ask me.

He retorts while lying down ready to bench press again.

- It’s hard not to, when you are attractive like that.

You continue. He didn’t reply and only mumbled a “pervert” under his breath. Tho, you saw the way he blushed and smirked, but tried to hid it by continuing his workout.

Sanji

Flirting with Sanji is like personally trying to kill his poor heart. You say something and his head is already 10 steps ahead and suddenly he’s imaging having a family with you and dying together in the name of love. Yeah because he’s that dramatic and committed when it comes to love.

“Sanji, you always look so neat and classy. I live for it, it makes a change from the usual crusty pirates i used to bump into.” you sigh as you lean over the kitchen table, your hands cupping your smiling face.

That’s it, hearing those words from your beautiful mouth sent him to heaven just there. His cigarette falls in the water where he was washing the dishes and with heart eyes he turns his body to you. Seeing your smile and mischievous eyes, almost made his heart stop (or mouth drool-).

-Y/N-SWAAAN. IM SO GLAD YOU APPRECIATE IT~

You chuckle from his reaction as he grabbed your hands. You take the chance and liberate one hand to pat his blonde hair.

-You’re adorable, you reply with a giggle.

…Sanji haven’t recovered yet from this :/

Ace

It turns into a competition. Who can make the other one the most flustered. He always considered himself pretty flirty and confident in his skills, but when he met you, he met his rival. It just get shameless at some point and the others have to sometimes tell y’all to take it to close door…

After a long day on a mission, the crew had decided to throw a little party on the boat to cheer everyone up. Games were being played and you obviously decided to take part of it. It was going well until someone dared you to kiss Ace on his cheek. The freckled man slightly blushed and took a sip of his sake while shrugging his shoulders when you asked if he was fine with it.

-Anyway I will make it quick and sweet, or maybe I can go slow if that’s what you’re into?

You sheepishly say as you get close to him to complete your dare under the eyes of your curious crewmates.

-We’re still talking about a cheek-kiss here ?

He smirks while raising one of his eyebrow. You bow down a little to his level and placed your lips in front his ear, slightly brushing it.

-Well, maybe not.

-If you wanna fuck, you can just say that.

He just blurs out making everyone gasp. You grin and give him your most innocent facial expression before quickly pecking his cheeks.

- Come on, I’m not that easy.

My first time writing for one piece. Woop. Hope y’all liked it! Let me know🫶🏻

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godstrain · 1 year ago

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if you do anything funny, i will kick your ass and then i will definitely tell chris, she says, and wesker tries not to laugh. really, the entire situation is laughable- but maybe that's what he needs. something to keep him on his toes / remind him that he used to be human- loath as he is to admit it, there are times where he must remember some semblance of humility. ❝ now, what would i have to gain from doing 'anything funny' during dinner in a public area? ❞ the words escape him like a purr- and he knows she's smart enough to know he wouldn't act out in public.

❝ i'd suggest you not think too deeply about this. simply take it as it is- ❞ a rare apology, although those words are left unspoken. he's too prideful for that, of course. to admit he'd made such a blunder out loud? he'd rather die. ❝ but, do find something more formal to wear. ❞

oh she doesn’t like him , in fact she’s always going to remember their encounter back on the island where he was far too handsy with her for her liking . she knows it was to get at chris but that really wasn’t the point . so she assumes that after they get dinner it would go back to normal , her tormenting him until he gets annoyed .

who could turn down free food ? well most people probably would if it was within his company but claire had always been daring , rebellious and confident . it would be what always got her into trouble in her teens . this just might get her in the most trouble yet .

❝ yeah — probably best i don’t tell him , at least straight away . i can keep a secret . but , if you do anything funny i will kick your ass and then i will definitely tell chris . ❞

#heavenmcde #lmao still what verse is this jshgksdg #anyway claire feel free to drag wesker for his clothing choice i promise tho he will also wear Not a dumb outfit #he knows she wants fancy food because its free and it's all on him but dang if they dont look appropriate for the place

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lueurjun · 1 year ago

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enemies to lovers with yeonjun

yeonjun x reader — in which you hate him and assume he hates you back, until you realise that maybe he never hated you at all. it’s a long one! requests are open if you want something specific <3

choi yeonjun is the bane of your existence

his mere presence— oof. it infuriates you for no reason

it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to see him everyday

but unfortunately you do

because he’s your brothers (soobin) best friend and has been practically adopted by your family

dear soobin simps feel free to change your brother, i get it bae i totally get it

you can’t catch a break he’s practically moved in at this point

you’re tired of seeing this boy everywhere you look

cant you just go downstairs at 3 am for a glass of water without finding him shirtless in your kitchen munching on a sandwich??

your parents have more pictures of him in your house than of you

#favouritism

#hesthechildtheyalwayswanted

your hatred for him started when you were eight years old

it even caused a rift between you and soobin bc your dumbass bother picked HIS side over yours

#evenmorefavouritism

#justicefory/n:(

what did he do?

PURPOSELY spilled his grape juice all over the front of your trousers making it look like your eight year old self pissed yourself

on a park with fellow kids your age who are mean as hell

you got bullied pretty bad after that and though time moved on and they forgot, you never did

it stuck with you

get behind me i’ll rip his hair out

say the word and i’ll fight him for u

anyways from that day on you DETESTED him

and he’s dumb so he has no idea why but instead of asking

he decided to dislike you back because in his mind that’s the most logical thing to do

what an idiot am i right?

a handsome one tho;)

sorry:( we dislike him rn i still got ur back

constant squabbling over the smallest things because he didn’t know when to shut up and you just hated his face

but not really because if you swallowed your pride just a tad you would admit that you do see the handsomeness within him

don’t worry bae you can admit that you’d jump on his bones if you didn’t hate him so much

ahem. anyways.

you cannot stand him because he’s the devils spawn and he doesn’t deserve your praise

until you’re set to go to prom and you have a really cute date with someone you’d had a crush on for a really long time

yeonjun of course makes a comment about your appearance but you don’t even care

because you have a date with someone special

and he has to attend with soobin so who’s the real loser?

not him my love id love to go with soobin

they leave and you wait back for your date to pick you up

time is ticking by and you’re starting to get a little nervous

your parents are starting to look at you in sympathy and you absolutely want the ground to swallow you up

because you’ve been stood up and it becomes apparent when an hour has passed and still no show or text and you’re starting to feel insecure and stupid

ur perfect bby lemme at ‘em

just when you’re about to hang up your outfit and hide beneath your duvet covers

the doorbell rings and you spring up with immense happiness

because your date hasn’t forgotten you after all

only when you answer the door it isn’t your date

rather yeonjun?? standing with flowers?? and no soobin in sight??

your parents are literally cradling each other in awe

and you’re like ??

“i know being stood up sucks for you but it’s the perfect opportunity for me to make right whatever wrong i did… and ask you to be my date…”

he sounds nervous?? genuine??

there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes that you just don’t have in you to crush

so you accept the flowers and press a kiss to his cheek before eventually taking his arm

“i kinda don’t wanna go to the prom anymore… can we just go get something to eat? unless you wanna go?”

he seems kinda surprised for a second but then he grins with that stupid little twinkle in his pretty little eyes that admittedly have you swooning

“i’d prefer that honestly”

so that’s exactly what you do

yeonjun drives to a mcdonald’s and he pays for your food and then you just sit in the car park

together

and for as long as you’ve known him you have never actually hung out with him one on one for longer than fifteen minutes

but somehow it’s not awkward?

you both swing into subtle jokes and he even throws in a few flirty comments here and there

which takes you by surprise but what shocks you more is that you don’t mind them??

you retaliate to them but with the same flirty undertones

flirting in a mcdonald’s car park dressed to go to prom

that’s so romantic get out

the bar is in hell i know

don’t even @ me i need a moment rn

i ship u both. get married pls

anyways after eating until your stomachs felt full and there were tears of laughter in your eyes

the dreaded question rolls around

“why do you hate me?”

way to ruin the vibes yeonjun

“because you suck”

i rate the honesty babe

“ok sure i deserve that i think- but what did i do? you never used to hate me when we were kids”

you’re a little annoyed now

because how does he not remember the incident that has stuck in your mind for years?

“do you seriously not remember?”

and he shakes his head looking all clueless

which makes you feel a little embarrassed because had you just been dramatic this entire time?

maybe a little but it’s valid. i back u 100%

get his ass you sweet thing!

“you spilled grape juice all over my jeans at the park and told everyone i peed! i got made fun of for so long after that! it was mean!”

the vibe has been completely ruined now

well done yeonjun

speaking of yeonjun, he feels terrible

he remembers that incident back when he was an absolute menace

he still is but not as bad

what makes him feel worse is that you’ve only ever attacked him due to the hurt he caused you

meanwhile, he was just as mean back in retaliation

his world was literally crumbling

“and soobin took your side! you took my street cred and my brother!”

i’m soobin’s lawyer. he didn’t mean it

okay sorry! i still have your back!

“i’m sorry—truly. i didn’t realise how much it would hurt you or that you held a grudge—”

“maybe you should’ve asked.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know nuggets won’t help but you can have an extra one of mine…”

you wanted to stay mad at him

but with the way his big eyes stared back at you whilst he held up a nugget as a peace offering

there was something oddly adorable about it

you take it from him because duh? who wouldn’t?

i mean vegans probably wouldn’t—

if you’re a vegan i’m so sorry imagine you’re eating something else

“why did you decide to take me to prom?”

you can’t help but ask the question that’s been prodding at you since you left the house

“saw your jackass date with someone else and soobin felt bad but he had his own date so i said i’d come get you…”

oh.

so it was just a favour for soobin

ok :D that’s fine

not tho is it bae? you lyin?

apart of you hoped that he asked you because he wanted to

perhaps the disappointment showed on your face because suddenly he starts stuttering

but you shake your head and force a smile

me in the mirror after an emotional breakdown :P

“let’s go then. he’s probably wondering—”

“no. that was a cop out.”

pussy

you just gape at him waiting for him to carry on

because what else are you meant to say?

“i wanted to ask you to be my date a while ago but you hated me and to be honest i never hated you, i just felt… i don’t know… bitter i guess? and that’s no excuse. i’m a dick and i know it. but when i saw your date with someone else, i knew it had to be some kind of sign that you were meant to attend the prom with me.”

okay romcom confession KING

go off

before you can comprehend anything, he carries on with his ramble

“i’m so sorry for the hurt i inflicted on you when we were kids, and for the way i’ve behaved since then. i know it won't make up for everything, but if you let me, i will spend every day of my life trying to make it up to you. Even if it takes forever for your feelings of hatred towards me to diminish or disappear altogether, i’ll wait - and hope that one day, i can prove myself to be a worthy partner for you.”

someone grab a bucket i’m gonna be sick ( i’m sliding down my wall crying rn )

i’d fold in an instant

kdrama yeonjun GO OFF

you kinda just sit there like a lemon for a sec

because wot?

literally like what is going on?

“you’ll have to grovel.”

“i will. believe me.”

“and you won’t hurt me?”

“never.”

there’s this look in his eyes that you haven’t seen before

a determined and genuine look that has you feeling quite assured

the grudge against him is still there, of course, it’s not just going to go away

but it’s not as strong and you find yourself feeling rather excited

“then consider this our first date. the first step to making things right.”

yeonjun is a little wary as he takes your hand but the nerves settle when you don’t recoil from him

hesitantly he kisses your knuckles with a grin

“to making things right.”

surprisingly, you’re thankful your date stood you up

but no one is thankful as yeonjun

gosh why do i do these? i literally make myself cry

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base0h · 1 year ago

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HELLO MY GORGEOUS EVOU DEAR <333

imma say this with no shame, i’ve never submitted a single request before 💀 yes, not a single one even tho i’ve been here for almost 2 years now -

so as you’ve submitted an amazing request for me before, i’m here to submit one ;)))

can we please get our beautiful doctor law, lost in the woods zoro and for the sake of august 6, our favourite rubber ball luffy with an S/O who looks absolutely perfect, but can’t seem to understand that she’s flawless and still gets self conscious all the time because she thought that people were staring at her and complementing her to make fun of her? like she thought that all those words were fake and people were being sarcastic.

i’m nowhere near flawless but i thought that a guy back in high school were making fun of me for all the compliments 💀 when we talked for the first time in a while a few weeks ago, i talked about that and he was offended af like ‘i literally told you i tho j you’re beautiful and cute everyday, how am i making fun of you you little-‘ 💀

so yeah, thought it’d be a fun little scenario <33

hope you’re doing good!! in case you haven’t heard it from someone today, ily <33

-leah

a/n - HI MY DEAREST LEAH 💜💜 AHHH TY FOR REQUESTING! I loved the request you did for me omg I still have it saved and I keep going back to it :)) ilysm and i love this idea 😭 and yes that guy from your high school is right, you’re literally amazing and gorgeous and I will make a point to tell you that (this is a threat)

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, kinda crack (I’m sorry I can’t ever be serious)

- this guy has no shame and will tell you everyday that you look awesome

- “Oooo! That outfit looks badass y/n!”

- “WHOAA YOU LOOK LIKE SHANKS!” He had sparkles in his eyes, I mean- he just thought you looked so cool because you were wearing a super long coat! And colorful- pants.. (Just take it as a compliment I know it’s not a compliment but it is to Luffy) shanks has horrible fashion sense

- btw you changed out of your outfit that day 💀

- In public, you’re literally so perfect that even marines don’t want to capture you. They’re too dumbfounded that you’re so gorgeous, their brains literally explode, and they become dumb asf just looking at you

- but- you happened to think that they’re staring at you because they think you look weird or ugly

- So you cover up most of the time, all the staring has made you even more self conscious than before. Even when people compliment you, it seemed fake even though they were telling you the truth

- Luffy noticed you got uncomfortable with all the staring so he literally started growling and hissing at them (he’s feral) and acted as your little rubber guard dog

- “hey don’t look at y/n!”

- he didn’t know that they were looking at you because you were pretty, he thought they were admiring how strong and cool you looked

- so before that, he was all proud and showing you off in public

- “Isn’t y/n cool?! Yeah shishishi~ I know!”

- “Literally no one asked.” -random civilian

- luffy beat them up, no one talks smack about his gorgeous, beautiful, awesome y/n

- one day you got the courage to tell Luffy what you’d been feeling, and asked him if he really thought you were as cool and beautiful as he said you were

- “Huh?”

- man was confused. Like what? Are you joking right now? Because it’s not a very funny joke 💀

- “What do you mean?? I thought I told you yesterday that you looked as cool as shanks?”

- luffy that’s not a compliment when it comes to clothes

- “Yeah but- are you sure? I don’t think I look that cool.”

- he was so confused, how could you not think you looked cool??? His brain wasn’t working right, it just didn’t- make sense!

- “Y/n, you’re awesome! I don’t lie like Usopp! BELIEVE ME! YOU’RE AWESOME AND COOL!”

- he started shaking you around and wrapping his arms around you about 6 times, choking you and preventing you from breathing

- “OK- LET ME GO PLEASE I CANT BREATHE.”

- “NOT UNTIL YOU SAY YOU’RE COOL!”

- “OKOK I’M COOL!”

- “Shishi!! Ok!”

- it was a traumatic wake up call. Let’s just say that now you believe what Luffy says 😭

- he might not say it that often, but he thinks you’re a literal angel sent from heaven (has never said that to you because he’s a shy guy)

- but if you’re perceptive enough, you can catch him staring at you wherever, and whenever

- you could be tidying up the submarine, and he just can’t help but stare at you, his work can wait

- his eyes are blessed every time he sees you, I mean- how could you be so perfect? When you turn around to look at him, he’ll look back down at his work at the speed of light, trying to hide his red ears with his hat

- you swore you could’ve seen him staring, but whenever you ask, he just ignores you, “I don’t know what you’re talking about y/n. I’ve been working.”

- “you were staring at me.”

- “No I wasn’t.”

- “Yeah you were!”

- “Yeah because you look pretty in that shirt!”

- a silence echoed throughout the submarine, and both of your cheeks started to turn pink

- “You think I look pretty? Really??”

- man wanted to run away, but he didn’t want to make you feel bad, so he just awkwardly hid behind his hat in a cheap effort to make it seem like he wasn’t turning as red as a tomato

- “Yeah.. You’re pretty.”

- That right there is probably the biggest and most meaningful compliment you’ve ever received

- But still, even with a lot of other people saying you were pretty in public, it still felt like you just didn’t believe them

- all the staring actually made you even more self conscious, were their compliments just fake? They didn’t really mean their words?

- you weren’t THAT gorgeous right? (YES YOU ARE)

- “Law do you think I’m pretty?”

- He almost choked on his tea, he was literally shocked that you’d ask that dumb of a question. He looked mad at you, but then quickly wiped that expression off his face

- “Y/n. Bepo has made fun of me for WEEKS about how I keep staring at you. I don’t know how else to say it-? You’re pretty! Ok?”

- you’d never seen law so flustered before, his cheeks were literally bright red, his ears flushed the same color

- the great surgeon of death was at a loss of words because he couldn’t express in words just how beautiful and amazing you were. But law being as red as a tomato was kinda funny 😭

- “Law… You look like a tomato..”

- “Don’t make fun of me! And don’t tell the crew.”

- sorry law, but they were watching the whole time 💀

- with the way zoro is, he’s kinda bad at giving compliments, and he’s better at insulting people (mostly sanji)

- but when he first met you, he almost dropped his beer. He was amazed at how perfect and gorgeous someone could look

- he questioned whether he had died or not because wtf you looked like an angel

- since he was drunk, he swore he could’ve seen wings and a halo on top of your head 😭

- little did he know, you’d be joining the crew, and he’d be able to spend all the time in the world with you :)

- Zoro truly did believe you were some angel, all throughout your time together, he was still confused whether or not he had died and gone straight to heaven

- “Zoro?? Hello? Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!”

- he hadn’t realized that he’d been staring at you for so long that he looked like he had just been sleeping with his eyes open 💀💀💀

- “Uh no? I’m awake.”

- “You’re staring through my soul.”

- “Huh? I can’t help it if you’re so pretty! It’s your fault!”

- “WHA-??”

- zoro then paused, he had just admitted outwardly and quite loudly that you’re pretty. And bro just blamed it on you 😭

- “Why is it my fault?! And- I’m pretty?”

- marimo didn’t answer because he was so embarrassed

- “DON’T START STARING AGAIN PLEASE.”

- “I’M NOT STARING.”

- “YOU’RE LOOKING AT ME!”

- this argument continued for a while before Nami told you two to shut the fuck up so she could get her beauty sleep :’)

- but still, did zoro really think you were that pretty?? A lot of people told you that, but it felt more meaningful coming from him

- so a little while after your argument, you went up to him and just blatantly asked him

- “Zoro, do you think I’m pretty?”

- “I literally told you that an hour ago.”

- “yeah I know but do you really think so?”

- “Y/n why tf would I say it if I didn’t mean it?”

- Welp. There’s your answer, but your question kinda made him pissed 💀

- “Zoro I was just asking!”

- “Why though?! You don’t make any sense!”

- yeah don’t start with him- he just doesn’t get it, but you managed to get him to say you’re pretty about 30 times in that same argument so 👍

a/n - damn zoro 💀

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non-plutonian-druid · 2 months ago

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[ID: Several sets of drawings from the TUA Paranatural au, drawn in a style resembling Paranatural's.

The first are two drawings ofLila as an adult; one in casual clothes and short partially bleached hair from season one; and the other in a commission-style suit with two long braids.

The second is a very sketchy comic. Klaus asks, "You're MARRIED??? To a WOMAN?" and then continues, "Wait Five, are you straight??" Five, looking disgruntled, replies, "Oh my fucking god Klaus." Later, Five lies on the floor and googles "Are you still straight if your wife is a centipede."

The third is a pair of drawings of the Handler harassing Five; the first ten years before the second. In the first, Five is a teenager and the Handler has long hair and is wearing a suit. She is pinching his cheek. In the second, Five is an adult and the Handler now has short hair and is wearing a gown. She is booping his nose.

The last is a set of drawings of @sharkneto's oc's from his series Holding It Together; Sarah, Amanda, and Rob. Sarah is checking her phone, Amanda is holding a piece of chalk, and Rob looks spooked and is saying "...Ghosts?" End ID.]

i call this the Paranatural Au: Dubiously Canonical Edition

aka over the course of drawing this au ive accumulated stuff that isnt super canonical, or is out of date, or is just. too dumb. to really post on its own, so i decided to toss them all together in one go!

the ID is long so the context is going under the cut

the adult lila designs are from when i wasn't sure what exactly i was going to do with her, whether she would be a kid or an adult. Now that i've decided she's twelve like most of the rest of the cast, this design is noncanonical but i do still think it was fun!

five being harassed by the handler isnt *precisely* noncanonical, but in the absence of the crazy assassin skills/wanting to kill her combo, she probably wouldn't be as fixated on him. Like, thats not a hyper successful assassin she can match wits with, thats a teenager. who gives a shit about teenagers.

The idea behind her outfits is that ten years ago the handler wasn't as high up so she had to wear a suit jacket like everyone else, but now that shes been promoted a few times she can wear whatever she wants.

the comic is a really stupid idea i had the other day that i decided to make into reality because i have infinite power to make any image i want. it's really dumb tho. also ftr my five is always aroace, but if he weren't aroace then being attracted to a sapient centipede monster with no human features is. Not straight. its not gay or bi tho either it's.... Something Else Other Than That.

also, i drew sharkneto's ocs because, once again, i have infinite power to make any image a reality. i havent decided yet if theyre canon, but if they are, then amanda teaches physics (i guess this is a middle school? so actually shes probably just a general science teacher lmao. but her year focuses on physics), sarah is a professor at a nearby college, and rob is the school counselor. (sorry guys yall are demoted, but its just because this is effectively a middle school au). also, none of them can see ghosts but are aware they exist, although i did kick around the idea of one of them developing that ability later (not rob). unless sharkneto has notes about all that lol

#tua #the umbrella academy #lila pitts #the handler #the handler tua #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #is there even though he is drawn very poorly #parantural au #my art #almost forgot that tag as usual #i really like the grid effect on lila's overalls i need an excuse to do that with actual lila

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succubus-hansol · 5 months ago

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.₊•✧˚┊ ChanLix X Mn ┊˚✧•₊.

This is a continuation of this post xx

Felix would be wearing a black lacy thong with a pretty butt plug. Chan has assless boxers on for easy access 😏

There would be so much biting, slapping, scratching, drooling etc. Mn would either be a stylist, actor, or solo artist. And this idea could work in many ways. The boys are idols in skz, they are a little-known rock band, many more possibilities.

Chan and Lix are doing their photo shoot and keep sending Mn pictures and videos, Lix sends a video of Chan on set posing for his pic and he's lowly mumbling about their bad dog. Of course they send a video of them making out and grinding on each other to their third boyfriend, just to fuck with him while he's at work. Usually they're not allowed to touch but they look forward to the punishments Mn could and will give them for disobeying his orders.

Chan and Felix get back to their shared apartment with Mn before him. The nest of blankets and pillows from last night's movie marathon in the lounge still set up and a perfect stage for their fun. Hands roaming, teeth clashing, noises come so naturally. They're so excited for how Mn will react when he gets home, they love fucking with him. Felix showing his delicate body off with sensual moves and purposeful actions. Chan with words and attitude, acting like a tough guy who could break anyone.

They help each other get ready for what's to come, helping Felix stretch out and insert his butt plug. Getting on their panties and photo shoot outfits, how they managed to get them home god only knows.

The smirk on Lixxies face when Mn sees them still dressed up like that could make any man crumble, and the smirk would only widen as Chan fists his hand into Lix's hair to pull his head back for easier access to mark up his neck.

Three-way kissing is a fuckin must in this situation. Mn would 100% make them play with each other saying something like "You guys didn't need me earlier, keep going" and they would, but they'd keep looking at Mn and whining. Mn would make Chris stretch himself out in front of him and Lix, putting on a performance before commanding Felix to help him out. Knowing his small fingers wouldn't be much better but both boys are just too easy to please. They are bratty of course, very vocal in a way they think puts them on top. But Mn knows these fuckers, knows their games and how to slowly break them down into nothing

Again Bad Boy Power Bottom Chris, forced to ride Mn and finally he thinks he has the upper hand, like he's about to win this fight till Mn laughs at him and bucks up. Throwing Chan for a loop and losing composure.

Don't forget Lixxie tho, he needs some dick too. Mn would bend him in half, legs up against his chest as jostled with the force of Mn's thrusting. Drool slipping from his open mouth, which would be slurped up by Chris who might slip his cock into Felix's awaiting mouth. Felix loves to feel full.

And Mn telling Lix to suck Chris off like a good little slut. "Look at him Lixxie doll, you're making him such a dumb dog with just your mouth" and Chris would groan so loud with a drawn-out "fuucckkk"

#hansol rants #stray kids #skz #straykids #stray kids x male reader #lee felix #felix #bang chan #chris #ChanLix #ChanLix x Male Reader #bang chan x male reader #lee felix x male reader #Bang Chan x Lee Felix

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poppurini · 2 years ago

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him as a private tutor

leona, jade, malleus, lilia & gn reader

magicless au, platonic, for fun

˖ leona kingscholar

“Just Leona. Let me see your textbook.” no introductions or anything, just straight to the point. probably doesn’t ask for your name since he already knew. yes he didn’t prepare anything beforehand, no flipping through your syllabus before the actual tutoring because this man just skims through your textbook under twenty minutes and started teaching. yes he’s good at it. unfair, really. sometimes he’ll get a generational shock at the current syllabus though. “The hell are kids learning these days.” “Do you even need these in real life.”

he may seem like an indolent man (and he is) but it’s honestly so impressive of him to be able to understand your syllabus the moment he reads through them and being able to teach you about it.

strictness is 4/10 he doesn’t really care if you didn’t do the homework he assigned bc he’s not gonna be the one failing those exams that determines 70% of your future. yes those were his exact words. he might nag you a little but after that nothing’s on him. clocks off right on time.

˖ jade leech

this mf whips out a whole stack of 9cm tall worth of exercises for you because he thinks it’s funny. eerily friendly. might unintentionally make you feel a little dumb when he does that little inhale and tilts his head slightly, looking genuinely confused as to how you could get this question wrong. wears glasses (i know what jade leech stans are) occasionally. yes those attractive thin framed ones. only when you’re halfway selling off your soul to deal with the mountain of exercises he’s telling you “Oh, you needn’t get all of them completed today.” with that very innocent smile.

strictness is 7/10 he’s scary when he’s strict. might let you off the hook once or twice with incomplete homework (only with valid reasons tho) but afterwards that service smile drops and questions why you’re so reluctant on doing homework. it’s just a 2k word essay. also clocks off right on time even if he’s about to finish teaching a topic he’s not going to provide free labour.

˖ malleus draconia

this man is INSANE literally not one day does he wear a casual outfit to your sessions it’s always professional wear with him. yeaah i’m back with my dress pants dress shirt along with vest plus neat tie malleus only this time he doesn’t have his collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up sob sob gotta look clean. intimidating asl but that’s just bc he’s bad at connecting with the younger generations (or anyone, really) however it’s very sweet of him to still try and crack some academic related jokes with a straight face (it’s up to u whether they’re funny or not) hoping you’ll laugh. look he really wants u to open up to him so that u can absorb knowledge better instead of being constantly on edge around him ok

strictness is 9/10 oohlala much like jade he’d close an eye if it’s not a frequent occasion but he demands respect and you constantly putting off the works he assigned to help you clearly shows you don’t think of him as anything. he is patient and nice but only when you deserve it. also he’d delay a maximum of twenty minutes of your time after class ends just to finish talking about the topic.

˖ lilia vanrouge

DEADASS the most fun tutor ever. he’s all malleus ever want to be. bought drinks or snacks on his way and decided to buy you some too (just take it even if the flavours are weird). this man makes you comfortable around him instantly and teaches better than most of your teachers in school. definitely checks out your stationary while you’re suffering in doing matrixes. you can hear him mumbling to himself sometimes “Broo we didn’t even have these back then.” and it’s a squared glue stick. “Can you link me where you got this.” also THE most patient tutor and he won’t even let you feel bad for making him explain the same thing for the nth time. his job is to teach! not scold.

strictness being a 2/10 he’ll still advise you to do your homework but not in a scolding manner. he’ll really gently talk you into doing them for your own good unless you’re outright being disrespectful then the rate changes :p will ask if you want him to continue when the clock strikes end of session. if you don’t, okay! he’ll get back to it next lesson.

#leona kingscholar x reader #jade leech x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #jade leech #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #gn reader

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blacklegsanjiii · 10 months ago

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wait ohmygod imagine lusan in warlord!sanji au. luffy goes through so many shovel talks that stop midattempt bc all the warlords are very protective over their kid but they can tell without minutes of meeting luffy that hes the best there can be. luffy has no idea theres a shovel talk hes just happy to talk to ppl who have sanjis baby pictures and embarrassing stories. tho i guess this kinda scenario works with other ships too

Two different anons with the same energy I love it.

God that'd be hilarious. I feel like Jinbei wouldn't even try honestly after seeing WCI. And he is talking to the others. They all coparent someone who is so reckless and willing to die. It's like they kidnap the seraphim and go to Karai Bari where the warlords are all at because Jinbei called ahead and is like "I HAVE NEWS I WILL TELL YOU WHEN WE GET THERE!"

The Warlords and the Strawhats are all staring at each other as Boa tries not to swoon for Luffy. The seraphim are with them and looking at them all like they're dumb. Jinbei is so excited as he looks at his other coparents who are looking at mini versions of themselves and to the pirate crew and then to Jinbei specifically. Buggy is so confused and scared. He knows that Sanji is the kid of his "lieutenants" and the other three warlords but like honestly, he's scared.

"What the hell are these?" Crocodile asks.

"Seraphim is what Vegapunk called them. Look at them! It's us!" Jinbei says excitedly. "I know I've been unfairly having too much time-"

"You're in the crew!" Boa yells with a finger. "Of course you get a bunch of extra time with them!"

"But now with these you can all have a child again as well!" Jinbei grins and Mihawk just crouches down in that "Oh no God why me way" as he looks at their kid. Basically. Sanji is gripping their hair which Jinbei tries to get him to let go of. Doffy strings Sanji's hands to get them to stop. The Crew is ready to fight.

"Calm down, it's fine, I wasn't going to kill them this time." Doffy laughs.

"Oh but you would have last time?!" Sanji yells at him.

"If it came to it." Doffy shrugs with a grin and Sanji just starts yelling at him in a foreign language. Doffy is just laughing and then Sanji's legs light on fire and Mihawk groans. Crocodile sighs while Boa runs forward and holds Sani in a bear hug and squeals about no one mentioning that! She has Sanji in the air and spinning. Sanji is yelling at her now as Doffy laughs his ass off.

"What is going on?" Usopp asks in despair.

"He's our child, duh." Boa says.

"Well I'm their boyfriend so can you let them go?" Luffy asks. Nami chops Luffy's head, Zoro is screaming at Luffy for saying that and Mihawk for hiding it.

"So just to be clear, our child can set themself on fire, is dating their captain, Doffy almost killed them and would have if it came to it." Crocodile says.

"And they can sky walk." Jinbei nods proudly. Boa screams in delight and swings Sanji around more as they screams in another language and just losing it at his crew but Luffy blanks out.

"Sanji. Family meeting. Buggy, entertain them." Mihawk demands.

"Why me? Are you taking those things?" Buggy screams gesturing at the seraphim.

"No." And all the parents leave and Sanji is being carried by Boa as he's still yelling.

After the meeting Doffy, Crocodile, and Jinbei agree it's not worth trying to give Luffy a shovel talk. Boa and Mihawk on the other hand are going to give their child's captain a deep, deep, shovel talk. Also everyone is asking about the fire and Boa and Crocodile are picking apart his outfit which Boa and Sanji say Croc doesn't really have a leg to stand on there.

When they filter out of the tent where said family meeting took place they see Buggy and some of his crew members doing circus acts for the Strawhats and Seraphim. Luffy immediately rockets to Sanji and saying he's hungry and Sanji nods and invites everyone to the Sunny for dinner.

"Wait, so did you know Sanji before us?" Usopp asks Robin.

"No, I had heard of them but by the time I joined Sanji was already working at Baratie." Robin answers.

"How come you never told me the cook was your kid?" Zoro asks Mihawk.

"Because that would include explaining this convoluted mess and Sanji would have told you if they wanted to." Mihawk answers. "Strawhat found out at Marineford."

"What'd I find out?" Luffy asks.

"That we are Sanji's parents. Although there was quite a lot going on so I don't blame you for forgetting." Jinbei says with a pat to Luffy's shoulder.

"How did five warlords even end up with a kid?" Franky asks.

"Mihawk got me and Zeff off the rock and I went with him. Didn't want to leave me alone on Kuriagana so I went with him to meetings." Sanji shrugs. "The first few times I went with the others was because he had a job and then I just started getting passed around."

"You were so tiny back then!" Boa wails as she grabs Sanji and holds them close. Franky sets up the barbeque outdoor counters and Sanji frees themself and mutters the whole way to the galley to start gathering ingredients and supplies. Boa saddles up next to Luffy and starts to try the shovel talk but then she watches Sanji start chopping and slicing as the grill heats and just watches Luffy watch Sanji with the softest eyes. So instead she thanks him for getting Sanji back from Germa.

"Well yeah, he's my cook." Luffy says like it's obvious and suddenly to Boa it is.

Mihawk tries when Sanji drags Zoro to go do dishes with him saying it shouldn't take too long. Luffy is playing with the Seraphim who seem interested but confused. Luffy doesn't have a lot patience but he does have a lot of perseverance so he takes to teaching these things easily. Mihawk simply nods at Luffy who smiles widely at him.

When Sanji comes back out Nami wraps an arm around them and with a devilish grin.

"So how many drinks do I have to give out before I start to hear embarrassing stories?" Nami asks sweetly.

"Please don't." Sanji says.

"One time I took Perona and Baby 5 to Baratie and Sanji almost died five times!" Doffy calls from where he's perched next to Crocodile.

"Perona knew!?" Zoro yells.

"Yes, but she would only go to Kuriagana. I spent a lot of time painting nails." Mihawk drawls.

"Oh, I forgot to mention on our previous phone call but Sanji did kick Saint Jupiter." Jinbei nods proudly.

Mihawk pinches the bridge of his nose and groans as Doffy laughs. Boa is once again swinging Sanji around, Crocodile nods his approval at their child. Sanji is then pulled to their captain as the parents tell about Sanji's childhood. Boa coming through with photos she had marines take at warlord meetings of Sanji and their parents doing their absolute best or worst depending on the photo.

#strawhat pirates #sanlu #lusan #boa hancock #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #donquixote doflamingo #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #sir crocodile #jinbei #jimbei #warlord!sanji

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banquetwriter · 8 months ago

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୨୧ Cinnamon ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ Johnnie and reader don't get together, sorta a unhappy ending (tho its unclear whether Johnnie is into reader)

summary: ʚ after texting Johnnie for days straight a party doesn't go how you imagine ɞ

Words: 1502

An: this didn't go how i wanted it to… you get a star if you can guess which song this was very loosely based off of.

SUPPORT ME

There are so many unique feelings humans feel that have names. Such as opia, the feeling of looking someone in the eye and feeling an intense feeling of vulnerability. As if someone is looking through you.

Or exulansis, the tendency to stop talking about something in the middle of talking. Often when the listeners do not seem interested or relate at all feeling the storyteller is jealous.

Of course, there aren't an endless amount of words. Like for example there is no word to describe the feeling of breaking up/getting broken up with over text late at night when you're young and having to act completely normal at breakfast with your family the next morning. As they had no idea you were even seeing someone in the first place.

There are no single words to describe that feeling. A very unique one. It's a similar feeling to what you feel now. Dumb, maybe a little excited, and egear. You met Johnnie Guilbert almost two weeks ago at a party. Being a mutual friend of Tara’s it was bound to happen at some point.

You immediately felt a pull towards him. He was funny, had good style, and above all else was nice to you. Not a common thing among most men nowadays. Knowing the nature of Tara’s friends you googled him as soon as you got home.

Immediately found his Instagram and followed him. You weren't sure it was going anywhere but one day he followed back and another party the two of you had been to led to texting for almost 4 days straight. Often replying in between tasks never taking more than a few hours to shoot another text back.

You had felt electric. You had kept most of the conversation platonic and respectful but as the sun went down and the days went on the conversations got so much more real. Talking about both of your struggles, your hardships, and your successes. It felt so natural and nice.

Tonight happened to be another one of Tara’s parties. You had not subtly put on one of the most amazing outfits yet. Your hair, makeup, accessories, and clothes fit you so well, perfectly showing off your style. You however were not radiating the confidence your outfit dripped.

You were so nervous to see Johnnie tonight you felt like you could have a heart attack from how fast your heart was racing. It had been almost an hour and a half since the party really started and almost everyone was there already. Except Johnnie.

It was stupid really. You hadn't even done anything super romantic or anything to suggest that toward him when texting. And you two certainly weren't exclusive. And you didn't dress for men so really the fact you felt so sad and embarrassed was bothering you.

So there you sat. One shot in. Shoving down a slice of cinnamon-flavored cake. You numbly shove the fork into the slice of pure sugar and place your fork in your mouth. It was then that you looked up and saw that Johnnie arrived. He was being greeted by Tara and a few others.

You felt a second wave of confidence folding the paper plate and tossing your items in the trash, passing the microwave’s reflective surface to ensure you still looked good. Nerves ran through you, your heart racing so fast you almost couldn't see.

You sat against the kitchen island waiting for Johnnie to walk by you and see you. You casually sipped on a drink slightly moving to the beat of the music coming from the music in the living room. The small crowd of people with Johnnie made its way towards you. This was your moment!

You tried to not look at him as much as possible. That inevitably failed when you finally looked at him, he was in a black button-down. The first few buttons were undone with several metal necklaces. He gave you a tight-lipped smile, nodding his head at you in acknowledgment. You looked at him and you could swear your eyes lit up with a flame.

He was so cute. But that feeling I was talking about earlier? When you break up with someone but can't say anything to anyone about it? That's what you felt as Johnnie brushed past you and went outside. He didn't acknowledge you.

You didn't move, just stared at the floor with your red solo cup in hand. Instead of your eyes burning with fire they burned with tears. You felt so goddamn stupid crying over a boy you aren't even with. You quickly pull your phone out to have something to stare at, not just look at the floor.

The tears gather in your eyes and at this point, you can't hide the fact you are crying. You quickly make a break for the bathroom. You slam the door shut. Tears spilling out of your eyes as you sob. Your fake eyelashes collect the brunt force of the water.

You let yourself cry for a moment. You eventually could hear the house music again. Your breathing slowed down. You used a piece of toilet paper to clean up the tears and retouched your makeup. You let yourself feel how sucky this was.

But if he didn’t want to be with you he didn’t want to. Oh well, what could you do about it? You step out of the bathroom. You move to one of the rooms further back in the house, finding a group of people smoking. You decided you weren't gonna let him ruin your night entirely.

“Yo! Y/n…” someone called out. You turn and see one of your old friends. They offer you a blunt and you happily oblige, holding the smoking plant to your mouth and inhaling.

Letting the cloudy smoke fill your lungs. You let out a breath. Your head buzzed with the hit you took. You decided to take just a few more. You were definitely buzzed, maybe even high.

You weren't gone by any means but you weren't all there. You made your way to the backyard through the kitchen. Seeing Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Colby all sitting around a little campfire. There were other people too around but you either didn't know them or didn't care. “Hey guys.” you slightly slurred out.

“Yoo.” Jake laughed out looking at you. You could smell the weed on you, your eyes squinting with red. “Shut up.” you giggled out sitting down next to Colby and Johnnie. “Hey, where's Sam?” you asked, grabbing Tara’s drink from her camping chair cup holder.

Tara shot you an annoyed look as you took a swig of the soda. Jake giggled into his eyes and had never seen you high before. “Oh Sam has a meeting tomorrow he needs to be at so he didn't wanna drink a bunch tonight,” Colby said smiling at you with a small nod.

You only nodded your head in response. Staring down at the campfire. It wasn't really cold outside, more just chilly, but the warmth of the fire felt really nice. Your friends went back to their conversations as you looked at the fire crackling. You felt a jolt on your left side.

You looked to your side seeing Johnnie peering at you. “You ok?” he asked you, obviously referring to that you were staring off into space. “Yeah I'm good,” you mumbled out with a smile.

The orange glow of the fire made him look so good. Giving a slight shadow to his eyes. There were so many things you wanted to say to him. Tell him how pretty he was or maybe how funny he was. None of them were appropriate so you stayed quiet. You were getting very dizzy.

“Dude seriously,” Johnnie said, his hand holding your shoulder. Maybe you were showing how much you had a little too much as you realized you had been leaning almost over the fire. “Let's get you some water,” he said standing up.

You followed him with a small smile on your lips. You wanted to live in this moment. Share a giggle and relish the fact the boy you liked was taking care of you. Let it feed into the delusion that he liked you back. But that wasn't fair. So you didn't.

You just silently watched him pour the glass of water into a new solo cup. He turned around and in your current state, you couldn't figure out what his expression was like. Was he happy? Mad? Concerned?

You decide not to figure it out. You take the water cup from his hand and thank him. Intentionally looks away, still feeling his eyes on you. It's like he wanted to say something. If he wanted to be didn't just slowly walk away.

You felt horrible about not taking that moment to flirt with him. But you knew it wouldn't end well if you had. So in a way you had lost but in another way you had won.

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert angst

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Reunited

Part 26

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 25

part 27

warnings: feitan is still rude, but he’s getting a lil better… just a lil tho. Also mentions of human trafficking and cleaning/cooking a fish, and uvogin eating roosters alive(he was just hungry ok)

A/N: I refuse to contribute to the “uvogin is dumb” stereotype because he’s canonically intelligent.

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“I’m headed to town, I’ll be back before dark.”

Feitan watched as (Name) pulled on her second shoe. She wore a pair of overalls over a tshirt, the outfit making Feitan frown.

She was still acting strange, even 2 days later. He’d thought her little mood change would end quickly, but her nervous fidgeting and refusal to eat around him stuck around.

She also wouldn’t wear anything that was slightly revealing, even when the heat was too much to bear. He would catch her pulling off her long sleeves as soon as she thought he wasn’t looking, sighing in relief.

For some reason, this pissed him off.

He didn’t reply to her, focusing on slowly moving his fingers. Over the past day, he’d started getting feeling back in his fingers, so he’d been trying to get them to move as much as possible.

“… bye Feitan.”

——————

(Name) unloaded her goods onto the shelves, making sure the labels were facing the street. A tired sigh left her lips, the girl pulling at her overalls with a huff.

Feitan’s insult had been a hit to her self esteem. She had heard that word a lot growing up, having to hide her body in some vain attempt to keep attention away from her.

After moving out and living alone, she’d grown much more comfortable with herself, wearing tank tops and shorts that barely covered her ass.

Maybe she’d been a bit too comfortable.

Feitan’s presence did make her a bit nervous, but she’d been able to keep her confidence up due to his disinterest in her appearance. He hadn’t seemed to care what she looked like, only ever insulting her intelligence or handiwork, but never saying anything about her physical appearance.

So she was shocked when he said what he did. (Name) didn’t know what to do or say, the memories of a lifetime of bullying and harassment surfacing in her mind.

Usually, the best thing to do was to diffuse the situation by agreeing then distancing yourself, so that’s what she did.

But it was hard to distance herself from someone she was taking care of.

(Name) hadn’t cared what he thought of her before. She didn’t mind if he didn’t find her pretty, not many people did, but the thought of him possibly finding her repulsive HURT.

Over the past 3 weeks she’d come to care for him, maybe not as a friend but as a fellow human being. He’d been hurt, both physically and mentally, and she wanted to try her best to help him.

Although she didn’t expect anything in return for her help, she had at least hoped he would be nicer to her after a while, but it seemed he wasn’t warming up to her. It was a bit depressing. (Name) had thought they could become friends…

She was stirred from her thoughts by the vibration of her cellphone. She reached into her pocket and pulled the device out, seeing Chrollo was calling her.

“Hello, (Name).”

He talked as soon as she’d answered. “Hi Chrollo! Not to be rude, but is there a reason you’re calling?”

“That’s not rude to ask at all. I am calling to inform you that my comrade will be arriving at your stand in…”

He paused for a moment, possibly looking down at his watch or phone screen.

“5 minutes. I tried to call you earlier, but the call wouldn’t go through. I assume it was because of the signal issue you told me about last time.”

“Yes, most likely. Thank you for telling me. Can you tell me your comrades name?”

“His name is uvogin. Don’t worry, you won’t miss him. He’s… large.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at this. “Alright… thank you again. Is there anything else?”

“Mmm, no. Goodbye (Name). I wish you good luck.”

“Good luck? What do y-“

He hung up before she could finish her sentence.

—————

Chrollo hadn’t lied about him being huge.

(Name) watched as a beast of a man went from stall to stall, asking for her. She stepped out from behind the counter and waved. “Hi, I’m (Name).”

Uvogin stopped in his tracks, taking in her appearance.

She was short, but taller than Feitan. Her face was pretty, and appearance soft. He hummed as he gave her a once over, nodding approvingly. She was definitely someone he could see Feitan being interested in.

“Hey there, doll face. Name’s Uvogin.”

(Name) shrunk under his gaze, peeking at him shyly. “Nice to meet you, Uvogin. You’re a friend of Feitan, right? Come in!”

The man had to crouch to enter her booth, sitting on a chair in the corner. “I have to work for a bit longer, then we can go home. If you get bored you can explore the town, just meet back up with me a-“

“I’ll stay here.”

The girl only nodded, turning her attention to a customer.

Uvogin watched her work, taking in every small detail of her behavior. She was kind, always thanking each customer and smiling even after they left. (Name) rummaged around under her counter and pulled out a box.

“There’s some pastries in here if you’re hungry. The old lady that runs the booth across from me traded some for a few jars of jam. Just leave a few for Feitan, he has a huge sweet tooth.”

Uvogin opened the box, seeing rows of pastries of differing types. “You gonna eat any?”

She paused, looking from the box of pastries then back to the street. “No, I’m not hungry. Please, help yourself.”

He shrugged and complied, eating as many as he wanted.

An hour later and (Name) started packing up her basket, humming to herself as she lifted the leftover jars. Uvogin picked up her basket once she was done, not listening to her protests.

“Can’t let a pretty lady like you carry everything, can I?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

———————

(Name) walked through town with Uvogin, picking up a few things off her grocery list before they made their way to where she parked her bike.

“Oh. We can just walk home, I wouldn’t want to-“

Before she could finish her sentence, Uvogin lifted the girl up and threw her over her shoulder, then grabbed the bike with the hand he held the basket with.

“H-hey! Put me down!”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. He smacked her leg gently to stop her from squirming.

“Quit wiggling, this way will be way faster. Trust me.”

Although (Name) didn’t like it, she complied. “… alright, but don’t drop me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

(Name) had never gone so fast in her life. The man moved at a speed she didn’t think was humanly possible. If she didn’t close her eyes, she’d get motion sickness.

“U-Uvogin, you’re so fast! Are you like… a track star?”

He laughed again. “No, nothing like that. I do have a lot of experience running away, but never from a fight.”

(Name) gasped. “Oh, you must be very brave then! I dislike fighting myself.”

“Hmm, is that so? I woulda pegged you for a little brawler.” He teased. (Name) giggled at that.

“Oh, you’re funny. It’s strange, you’re nothing like I imagined you would be. Feitan’s so…”

“Unsociable?”

“Yeah!”

They reached her home way quicker than (Name) thought possible, the usually 45 minute bike ride cut down to a 10 minute run.

He dropped her off onto the ground gently, helping her stand. “Yeah, he’s always been like that. Don’t take it personally.”

He patted her butt affectionately, the girl jumping at the contact.

Feitan kicked open the front door, staring at the two.

“… Uvogin.” He said in a greeting.

The man grinned down at him, his hand still on her butt. “Now who got you looking all fucked up?”

Feitan scowled, leaning against the doorway. His eyes drifted from Uvogin’s face to his arm.

Uvogin caught him staring at his hand on her butt and got a mischievous look in his eye.

“You got yourself a cute little nurse taking care of you here, don’t you?”

He pulled the girl closer to him, (Name) stiffening.

Feitan didn’t say anything, instead walking back inside with a huff. Uvogin held back a laugh, letting the girl go and entering her house.

“Um… welcome to my home…”

She followed the two in, wondering if inviting him into her home was the right choice.

“So… Uvogin, what do you want for dinner?”

(Name) sat between the two on the couch. Uvogin took up a majority of it, forcing (Name) to lean her leg against Feitan. For once, he didn’t seem to mind her physical contact.

“How about some roasted chicken?”

“Sure! Any specific sides you want?”

“Whatever you think is best, sweetheart.”

Feitan shot the man a look, (Name) getting up to prepare dinner.

“Feitan, is there anything you’d like?”

“… rice.”

(Name) leaned over the back of the couch, peeking at him. Her face was dangerously close to his.

“What was that Feitan?”

He turned his face away quickly. “Said rice. You deaf?”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the kitchen.

“Man, Fei, what’s got you all worked up?”

Not many people would be able to notice his stiff posture being a sign he was uncomfortable, but Uvogin did. The shorter man sighed.

“Nothing. What boss sent you for?”

Uvogin grinned, leaning against the couch. “Boss was worried about you.”

Feitan’s eyes were on (Name)’s figure again. “I see. Anything else?”

Uvogin pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to Feitan. The man blinked at Uvogin, the cell phone falling into his lap. “Ah, forgot you can’t move your arms. Boss asked me to give you this. It’s a cellphone that can get signal anywhere, he had Shalnark work on it for you.”

He picked the phone back up and turned it on, showing feitan the screen. It only had the options to call, take pictures, and text.

“It’s simple, but it’ll get the job done.”

Uvogin sniffed the air and raised an eyebrow in Feitan’s direction. “Why do you smell like a chick?”

Feitan groaned. “Shut up.”

——————

“Uvogin, could I ask you for a favor?”

(Name) stood behind the couch, wearing a frilly pink apron over her overalls.

“Sure, you’ve been taking care of this piece of work for a few weeks now, what can I do for you, sugar?”

Feitan shot him a glare, glancing between him and (Name). He wasn’t sure why, but the way Uvogin acted so flirtatiously with her was getting on his nerves.

“I have my hands full in the kitchen, could you go gather some eggs from the chicken coop?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

The large man stood, towering over (Name). “I’ll be right back.”

(Name) waved as he left out the door, calling out a sweet thanks before returning to the kitchen. “Hey, Feitan?”

The man didn’t reply, but turned to look at her.

“Since you’re able to move your fingers, do you want to flatten out this pie crust? It might help loosen them up!”

She set the pie crust on the table, smiling at him. Feitan stood up and approached the table, plopping into the chair. (Name) helped to lift his arms, placing his hands in the pan.

She stood behind him and held his hands, showing him how to press down correctly. “Here, like this.”

The feeling of her chest pressed against his back as she helped him only caused Feitan to stiffen. He struggled to concentrate when she was so close that he was able to smell her perfume.

“Oh, you’re getting it! Okay I have to work on dinner, just keep at it and tell me when you’re done.”

She leaned back and walked away, checking on the chicken before pulling out a cutting board.

Feitan tried to steady his breathing. She was always so warm, every time she touched him it was difficult to think.

He watched her from the corner of his eye as he pressed the pie crust down with his fingers. There was a strange warm feeling bubbling in his stomach.

BAWK BAWK!!

(Name) lifted her head at the sound of her chickens panicked calls. She raised an eyebrow in Feitan’s direction before stepping into her flip flops and sprinting out the door. Feitan was quick to follow after her, the man having a hunch to what was happening.

“Uvogin WHAT THE HELL!?”

(Name) threw open the coop to see the remains of two of her roosters lying on the ground, Uvogin having another one in his mouth.

The man looked up nonchalantly, blood dribbling down his chin. “Hey, your chickens attacked me, so technically this is self defense.”

(Name) wasn’t hearing any of this. The girl had taken off her flip flop, smacking him on the back repeatedly. “DROP IT!”

The man did little to protect himself, not even feeling the impact of her blows. He simply caught her wrist.

“Why, it’s already dead. Does it matter?”

He was right, the first thing he did was break the roosters neck, but (Name) used her other hand to tear the chicken from his grasp.

“I know that, but if you eat raw chicken you’ll get sick! At least wait until dinner!”

The girl wrenched her hand free and stormed off, brushing past Feitan. The shorter man blinked, looking between her and Uvogin.

Feitan didn’t often see THAT look on Uvogin’s face, but it never meant anything good.

“Oh ho ho, I like her. She’s feisty.”

He brushed the blood from his mouth, kicking the chickens corpse out of his way. Feitan didn’t like the way Uvogin’s eyes followed (Name)’s hips.

“Uvogin.”

Feitan gripped the man’s arm, his eyes narrowed. “Control yourself.”

Uvogin glanced at Feitan’s hand before brushing it away. “Why? Not like you own her.”

Feitan didn’t answer. Uvogin wasn’t wrong, she wasn’t his, and he didn’t even want her. So why did the thought of Uvogin wanting her in a not-so-friendly way make him seethe?

Feitan knew he found her somewhat attractive, but that’s where his connection to her ended. She meant nothing to him other than being a means to an end.

The black haired man turned on his heels, walking back inside behind (Name).

——————

Feitan couldn’t help but feel annoyed with the current situation.

(Name) sat a plate in front of Uvogin, giving him a smile. “Here you are! I hope the food is to your liking.”

She smiled a bit too sweetly in the man’s direction for Feitan’s liking.

Again, (Name) sat down next to Feitan without a plate of her own, feeding him as Uvogin watched. It was a little embarrassing for Uvogin to see him like this, only worsening his mood.

“There, all done. Would you like some dessert-“

“No.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Are you sure, you always w-“

“I said no.”

(Name) stopped, suddenly standing up and pushing her chair in. “Goodnight Uvogin, I hope the pull out couch will suffice.”

Uvogin nodded through a mouthful of food. “Yeah, should be alright.”

The girl began to walk away.

“(Name)?”

She turned back to look at Uvogin. “Yes?”

“You gonna eat?”

She paused, looking between him and Feitan before pulling at the fabric of her shirt. “Maybe later.”

Then she was gone, shutting her bedroom door behind her. Uvogin glanced at Feitan between bites of food. “What’s up with her?”

The shorter man shrugged, huffing. “Been like that for a few days. Maybe started period.”

Uvogin shook her head. “Doesn’t smell like blood. Would’ve thought you’d known that, Fei.”

“Was joking.”

The muscular man let out a laugh. “I see.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, the only sound being Uvogin’s chewing.

“She acts strange lately. Unnerving.”

Feitan broke the silence with his statement, leaning back against his chair. Uvogin raised an eyebrow. Feitan wasn’t usually the type to care about how others acted if it didn’t affect him, so obviously it was affecting him somewhat.

“Did something happen to make her… upset?”

Neither of the two men were that informed on women, with Uvogin having a bit more knowledge that Feitan.

“Don’t know. Just started acting like that one day.”

“Think back to that day. Did anything happen that was unusual?”

Feitan tried to think back to it, remembering her in her bathing suit and being slapped by a fish.

“She got slapped by fish?”

Uvogin chuckled. “That’s not exactly fun, but she doesn’t seem the type to be mad over that. By the way she’s been acting, maybe you said something to upset her?”

Feitan kept thinking. “Called her idiot, but never got upset with that before.”

He hummed in thought, and then it hit him.

“Called her… something different.”

Uvogin put his elbows on the table, leaning into his hands. “And what exactly did you call her?”

Feitan thought back to all the signs he should have noticed. Wearing less revealing clothes, not eating in front of him, struggling to keep up her happy face in his presence…

“Fatty.”

Uvogin physically recoiled, giving his friend a ‘holy shit’ look before hissing out a low yikes.

“That’s possibly the worst thing you could call a woman. You’ve really outdone yourself, Fei.”

Feitan groaned. “So what? Called her fat, not like it’s untrue.”

Uvogin sighed. “Buddy, it doesn’t matter. Have you commented on her appearance before that?”

“… no? Why matter?”

Uvogin clicked his tongue. “It matters because she probably didn’t think you cared what she looked like, and after you called her that it solidified in her mind that you see her as fat. Probably made her think that’s all you see her as.”

Feitan scrunched his eyebrows together. “But I don’t?”

“Yeah but she can’t read your mind, Fei. Why don’t you try talking to her about it?”

Feitan made an uncomfortable sound, tapping on the table nervously. He didn’t want her to know that he cared about her, even if slightly. “Don’t want to. She’ll get over it.”

With that, Feitan stood and walked to his room. “Gonna sleep. Goodnight.”

Uvogin watched the man leave, a frown on his lips.

He wasn’t an idiot, Uvogin could tell Feitan had at least some kind of affection for the girl. And from his brief time spent with (Name), he could tell this was really affecting her.

‘Guess I’ll have to be a villain in this story. You’ll thank me for it later, Fei.’

——————

“How long will you be staying?” (Name) asked as she placed a stack of pancakes in front of the large man. Uvogin stabbed the top pancake and shoved it into his mouth, chewing for a moment before answering.

“About two days. My ride will be here either Wednesday or Thursday. Depends on how fast he finishes his job.”

Feitan hummed. “Nobunaga?”

Uvogin nodded in response.

“Figured.”

After breakfast, Uvogin and Feitan followed (Name) outside. She had requested the two help with her work, neither able to complain. After all, she was feeding and housing them, did they have the right to?

“Feitan, how are your arms feeling?”

He replied by making his hands into fists, only grimacing slightly. “Can move hands now.”

(Name) gasped, patting his back. “Oh wow, that was quick! You can pick up fruit and drop them into this basket! That way, you don’t need to lift your arms!”

She demonstrated by squatting down and picking up a fallen apple and dropping it into the basket.

He only grumbled at her touch, moving away. Feitan didn’t want to admit to her that he had gained movement in his hand because he had gotten angry Uvogin was leering at her, so he remained silent.

(Name) ignored his attitude, moving onto Uvogin.

“You task is catching some fish for dinner. There’s a fishing pole I-“

“I won’t be needing a pole, sweetheart.”

(Name) followed Uvogin to the river, Feitan only able to watch as he picked up apples. “I’ll be back and forth. I like to use the river water when watering my garden.”

In her hands was a large, elephant shaped watering can. It was cute, something Feitan could picture her using.

She seemed to like the softer things in life, like stuffed animals, magical girl anime, and romance novels. These were all things he’d noticed during his observations.

During the few times he’d entered her room while she was sleeping(to wake her up of course, definitely not to watch her sleep), he’d seen at least a dozen plushies littering her bed, and anime posters taped to her walls.

Her interests were endearing, and he hated how cute he found it. He hated that he LIKED when she’d ramble out her newest interest as she washed his hair.

(Name) was carrying the now full watering can with both hands, the weight of it causing her to groan. Before Feitan could (grumpily) offer his help, Uvogin appeared next to her and grabbed it from her hands.

“I got this, beautiful. Why don’t you rest your pretty little head?”

(Name) blushed at the compliment, quickly hurrying inside. Feitan gave Uvogin a dirty look, his hands gripping the fabric of his pants.

She never shied away with a blush like that with him. What was it about Uvogin that made her react that way? Did she find him handsome, more handsome than HIM? Was it that he was taller, more muscular?

Feitan shook those thoughts from his head.

‘Don’t care. Don’t care what she thinks at all. Just a stupid girl.’

Uvogin wasn’t used to being able to see Feitan’s entire face. Now, he could see every subtle emotion cross over his friends face. Jealousy, self consciousness, embarrassment. Most people wouldn’t be able to pick up on this, but Uvogin knew Feitan better than most.

That meant his plan was working.

The large man had decided that if he wouldn’t admit to his feelings or talk with (Name), he’s flirt with her until Feitan had no choice but to act. After all, they were thieves, and were very possessive of what they viewed as THEIRS.

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Around lunch time, (Name) exited the house carrying a tray of sandwiches and drinks. “Hey boys, I made lunch!”

She settled the tray onto the table on her porch, waiting for the two to arrive. Feitan was the first one to walk up, plopping down onto the cushioned chair with a huff.

“Lemonade?”

(Name) nodded, setting his food and drink in front of him. “Yep! Made just how you like it?”

Oh. She’d made it with his taste in mind. Feitan sipped on his lemonade as Uvogin plopped down next to him.

“This is delicious. You know, you’d make a good wife (Name).”

(Name) waved her hand dismissively as her cheeks heated up. “Oh no, I don’t think I’m fit to be a wife. Men have never really been interested in me.”

Uvogin raised an eyebrow as his eyes dragged down her figure and back up to her pretty face. “I don’t see why, you’re easy on the eyes.”

Feitan could tell (Name) wasn’t used to this type of attention by the way she quickly covered her face and ran away. It was confusing to him too, had no one ever told her that she was attractive before? Was it not glaringly obvious?

“Ain’t she just a cutie? I might just have to snatch her up when I leave.”

Feitan sends him a dirty look, gritting his teeth. “No. Need her assistance.”

Uvogin hums. “Ah I see. I won’t take her then.”

Feitan visibly relaxed when he stated this, but Uvogin leaned forward, meeting Feitan’s eyes as a wicked grin spread across his face.

“You wouldn’t mind me just fucking her then, right?”

——————

(Name) jumped at the sound of something crashing on her porch. She left the jars she’d been cleaning in the sink as she raced out the door to see what the commotion was.

Feitan stood over Uvogin, his umbrella pressed against the man’s throat.

“You push your luck,” feitan said through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed and angry.

Uvogin didn’t seem fazed at all, he even looked… excited.

“If I knew all it would take is a little teasing to get you so riled up, I would’ve done so long ago.”

The man easily pushed the umbrella away and jumped into a standing position. He leaned down to whisper something in Feitan’s ear (Name) couldn’t hear, but the shorter man’s enraged expression relaxed slightly, his uneven breathing slowing down.

He grunted in response, shrugging the man off and walking past (Name). Feitan began walking alongside the river, kicking rocks as he disappeared from view.

(Name) turned to Uvogin, perplexed on how Feitan was able to take down such a large man so easily. “… what happened?”

Uvogin shrugged, leaning against the porch railing as he continued eating his 3rd sandwich.

“Just some teasing. Fei’s a bit on the dense side, so I’m just helping him out.”

(Name) didn’t understand how teasing would help him figure out anything, but didn’t question it. It wasn’t her business, but a part of her worried for Feitan. He’d been in an even worse mood than usual.

“Well… go easy on him. He’s…” she stopped before she could call feitan her friend.

“He’s sensitive.”

Uvogin noticed this. It wasn’t often that people stuck up for his unsocial friend, the last time he could remember being in childhood.

(Name) grabbed a sandwich and took a big bite before stepping off the porch and running down the riverside.

Uvogin watched, smirking to himself.

‘Boss will be happy to know Feitan is in good hands after all. She might just be the one.’

He looked down to her half eaten sandwich.

“Can’t let this go to waste.”

——————

(Name) jogged along the rocky terrain until she could see Feitan’s silhouette sitting with his feet in the cold water.

Feitan spared her a glance before continuing to stare into the water, his hands gripping the fabric of his shirt.

“Hey. You doing alright?”

(Name) plopped down beside him and pulled her knees to her chest, joining him in staring at the flowing river.

“… yes.”

(Name) thought about the what to do next for a moment, weighing her options. She took a deep breath and leaned her head against his shoulder, her hair ticking his cheek.

“You’re a bad liar.”

The man didn’t know how to react, his shoulders stiffening to the point she could feel the tension. He didn’t yell or shy away from her touch, staying silent next to her.

(Name) stayed like that for a few more seconds before pulling away and standing up, offering him her hand.

“Come on. I’m gonna show you something cool.”

He looked from her face to her hand, before hesitantly taking it.

———————

(Name) led him by the hand further down the river. Although he wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, his hand in hers didn’t bother him, much to his chagrin.

The pads of her fingers rubbed against the back of his hand gently, causing him to tighten his grip. The feeling of her soft, unscarred palm against his calloused one was a nice contrast.

He let himself enjoy the feeling of comfort, silently following her like a loyal dog.

“Just a little further. I think you’ll really like it!”

Their journey continued for a few more minutes before (Name) let go of his hand, jogging toward a forest tree line. Feitan looked down at his hand, the warmth (Name) had provided slowly fading away. He rushed toward suddenly, grabbing her hand again before his mind could stop him.

(Name) continued jogging, only looking back for a second to give him a confused smile.

The two entered the forest, (Name) leading him between trees and over a small stream before she finally stopped.

“Here we are.”

Feitan stepped forward, not daring to let go of her hand as he took in the sight before him.

Wisteria trees created a circle, the center holding a small shack. It had a tinfoil roof and solid wooden walls.

“This is my hideout! I come here when my family visits and I need a break.”

She let go of his hand after giving it a gentle squeeze, opening the door to the shack. “Come on in!”

There was enough room for the two to stand inside comfortably, a few pillows on the ground serving as cushioning. There we a bookshelf full of manga and fantasy novels, the girl pulling a few off the shelf and stuffing them into her bag.

“My parents send me manga and books every month. They have a friend that works at a library so whenever they retire old books they’re sent my way. Is there any that interest you?”

Feitan crouched down next to her, perusing the collection of manga. It wasn’t much, only having a few different series, but Feitan spotted something he’d read before.

It was a dark sci-fi, a manga Chrollo had gifted him after they’d raided an abandoned library.

“This manga doesn’t have a lot of dialogue. I think you’ll like it, Feitan.”

Feitan pulled the first two volumes out of their place, flipping through the pages before nodding. “This one.”

(Name) grinned, stuffing them into her bag. “Alright, anything else?”

He picked a random romance manga, feeling drawn to it for some reason. After filling her bag, the girl sat on the cushion and pushed her hair out of her face.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“Why you ask?”

(Name) poked her lip out in a pout. “Hey, at least answer my question before asking one of your own.”

A ghost of a smile graced his lips. “I’m… okay. Tired.”

She nodded, lying on her back. “Yeah. Uvogin said he was teasing you earlier.”

Feitan scowled. What all did that oaf tell her?

“Really? That all? Didn’t try anything else?”

“No, just ate your sandwich.”

He grumbled at that, crossing his legs. “Always does that.”

(Name) giggled. “You two must be good friends. He seems to care about you a lot.”

Feitan glanced at her, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head. “Yeah. Could say that.”

(Name) didn’t ask anymore questions, instead deciding to chat about his recovery and show him her favorite manga. He didn’t reply much, but he was way less hostile.

An hour passed, the two now quiet. (Name) suddenly stretched, standing up and offering her hand once again.

“Let’s head back, I need to get started on dinner or Uvogin will eat my chickens again.”

Feitan snickered, allowing her to pull him to his feet. His hand remained in hers the entire way back, the man only letting go when the house was in sight.

—————

“Oh wow!”

(Name) peered over the edge of the bucket, several fish staring right back out her. “How many did you catch?”

“13. Already ate some though, so there’s 9 left.”

(Name) didn’t question him on how he ate the fish, instead getting to work descaling and deboning them.

Feitan watched in mild surprise as she worked. He hadn’t expected a soft girl like her to be able to kill an animal and skin it without so much as a squeal.

“Wow pretty lady, you’re good with your hands. How many times have you done this?”

Uvogin sat at the counter, Feitan next to him. They had been watching her work quietly, following every movement she made with curious eyes.

“Oh, I’m the oldest child of a family of six. For a while my family didn’t have much money, so we relied on fishing and hunting to feed ourselves. My momma had her work cut out for her raising my youngest sister, so I ended being the one to clean up any game my dad would bring home.”

She placed the cleaned and battered fillets into a skillet, the sound of them frying echoing through the kitchen. “Although, they’re not my real family, I still love them a lot.”

“Real family? So you’re not their kid?” Uvogin asked, curious. (Name) nodded.

“Yeah, I was adopted when I was four years old. My mom and dad used to participate in an organization called “Bakers for the Broken”. They’d bake bread and pastries and hand them out the homeless kids where I came from. I think the place was called…”

She dropped another fillet into the skillet, humming in thought.

“Oh! It was called Meteor City. Apparently that’s where I was born.”

The two made eye contact, their expressions softening ever so slightly.

“Meteor City, huh? You remember anything about it?”

(Name) paused, her hand instinctively moving towards the left side of her lower back.

“No, not really. Mom and Dad found me wandering around, wearing nothing but an oversized tshirt and shorts. I kept saying that ‘they’re coming for me’. I can’t remember who they are or what they did to me, but apparently it was too awful to tell me, even as an adult.”

She lifted up the back of her shirt, showing a small scar. It was a simple star, with an eye in the middle.

“Apparently they were human traffickers. They cut this into my skin to brand me as their merchandise.”

Feitan’s eyes bore into the mark, his grip on the table tightening. Uvogin wasn’t doing much better.

The memories of their deceased childhood friend flooded their mind. Would (Name) have suffered a similar fate if she hadn’t been saved by her parents?

“I’m getting the mark removed this winter. It’s for the best, considering they could still be looking for me.”

(Name) pulled her shirt back down, taking the finished fish fillets out of the pan and onto a piece of paper towel.

“Sorry, that was a lot to dump on you two. Sometimes when I start talking I just can’t stop.”

She turned to the two, her eyes widening.

They were angry, but she could tell it wasn’t at her. Feitan stood up and approached her, grabbing her wrist. “No. Don’t say sorry. Didn’t deserve that.”

She slipped her hand into his, smiling down at him. “Thanks. I don’t know if I have the right to be upset, since I can’t remember it. There’s a lot of people out there that aren’t so lucky.”

Feitan looked away, squeezing her hand before letting go.

There seemed to be an unsaid agreement between the two. This girl wasn’t their enemy, and although Feitan would continue to be guarded, just knowing she was raised in meteor city created an almost kinship with her in his and Uvogin’s heart.

She may not remember the city, but it would always live on within her. The residents of the dumping city never truly left, their nonexistent birth certificates being the only evidence they’d ever been abandoned there.

Feitan wondered how she’d react to knowing him, Chrollo, and Uvogin hailed from the same city. Uvogin didn’t mention it, so decided to keep quiet on the information as well.

Dinner was more peaceful than usual, Feitan gladly taking dessert this time. (Name) and Uvogin chatted as she fed him his dessert, the air relaxed.

(Name) actually ate with the two this time, laughing at Uvogin’s jokes and poking Feitan’s cheek when he groaned at her puns. He only narrowed his eyes and frowned, when before he would have lashed out with his teeth or words.

She was the first to head to bed, her eyes sleepy. Feitan watched her leave, knowing that Uvogin would want to speak alone.

“So she’s from Meteor City. Ain’t that crazy?”

The large man tossed another pastry into his mouth, his eyebrows drawn together in thought.

“Isn’t unusual for kids to be taken. Must of wandered from residential area.” Feitan stated, staring at her closed door. There was still some residual anger that bubbled in his stomach. What had happened to her, and who had left that mark on her soft skin?

“I got a picture of the mark. When I get into town I’ll send it to the boss. He’ll want to make sure the organization isn’t still active and hunting in that old dump.”

Feitan nodded. He couldn’t stop thinking about her sad expression. Was she telling the complete truth when she said she didn’t remember anything? He wouldn’t press on that, Feitan knew better than most that some memories were better left buried in the dirt.

“He might want to meet her. Pakunoda could be able to see into her memories and get more details about the people that took her.” Uvogin cleared his throat.

“Maybe. This girl more useful than first thought.”

Uvogin shook his head. “Oh stop beating around the bush. You’re interested in that girl aren’t you?”

Feitan paused, his expression unreadable. “Interested? In what way?”

Uvogin groaned, his chair squeaking loudly as he leaned back. “You like her. It’s so obvious that it’s annoying. Every time I flirt with her you look at me like you’ll actually kill me.”

Feitan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t feel that way.”

The larger man rolled his eyes, pushing back his long hair. “Whatever you say, man. Just try to be nicer to her, huh? Seems like she wants to be your friend.”

The black haired man looked up at that, his eyes widening ever so slightly. “Friends? Why?”

Uvogin shrugged. “Dunno, if we hadn’t been friends for years I wouldn’t be able to stand your cranky ass.”

Feitan glanced back at her door, his heart beating faster. He hadn’t made a new friend in years. Sure he met new spiders and wasn’t hostile towards them, but he wouldn’t call them friends.

“I’m leaving early tomorrow. My job here is done.”

Feitan raised an eyebrow at this. “Your job?”

Uvogin pressed a finger to his lips. “That’s a secret, Fei. I’m going to bed.”

Feitan rolled his eyes and left, closing his bedroom door behind him. As he slipped under his covers, he wondered if (Name) would really ever consider him a friend…

Or maybe even something more.

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