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What is I said after the first Agni Kai the healers tell Iroh Zuko's not gonna make it. What if Iroh drops everything and takes Zuko to the North Pole where he begs for help from the waterbenders because his boy, his son, is gonna die. What if Chief Arnook sees the same desperation he had when Yue was born dead in Iroh's eyes. What if after Zuko gets help from the Northern Water Tribe he stays because it's safer. What if Iroh had to go back to the Fire Nation and Zuko stayed back. What if Yue and Zuko became friends. What if Zuko from the Northern Water Tribe. What then, huh? What are you gonna do about it.
#i might be writing a fanfic about it#zuko#zuko avatar#zuko atla#uncle iroh#princess yue#yue avatar#yue atla#northern water tribe#avatar au#obviously#zukka#atla#avatar the last airbender
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Imagine you live in pelican town. The new farmer has been here a couple weeks now and seems to be settling in, except... He's picking the weirdest friend choices. Like sure it's not weird to befriend the local fisherman, especially when he has an interest in fishing himself, but you're pretty sure you've seen him rooting through the Saloon's garbage with the local homeless man. As well, he keeps harassing the poor guy who works at Joja even though you KNOW he doesn't want to be friends with him.
And since you're on the topic of weirdness, isn't it odd he seemingly runs everywhere at a full sprint? Or just... Eats entire raw fish while fishing for "energy reasons"...
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Despite all that, it's too early to call him off putting or anything... He has been engaging in town traditions, and he's started helping out with the old community centre. He's probably like the rest of you. Someone with a few quirks, that will fit in with the valley great!
Surely he can't get any weirder... Right?
#been playing my new sdv save some more recently#i keep thinking about the whole âeldritchâ farmer thing#where the famer is just... objectively strange#i fucking love it#i love the idea of the farmer being some sort of higher being#someone who doesnt understand local conventions#someone who doesnt get why its considered weird to eat whole raw fish fresh from the river#or how it might be offputting to greet someone for the first time using their name#but at the same time#this eldritch entity genuinely wants to be a part of the community#they want to learn and they want to love and they want to learn to love#i see minmaxxer/speedrunner eldritch famer a lot#mainly played off for gags#but not genuinely loving their live in the valley eldritch farmer#at least not often#theres so much temptation to write an eldritch farmer x shane fanfic set in spring 1 or some shit lmao#text post#stardew valley#sdv#sdv farmer
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my predictions for the end of book 7
EDIT: part two here
#please yana let this happen it would be so fucking funny#twst#twst overblot gang#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#riddle rosehearts#I might just write this fanfic anyway if it doesnât happen#which it probably wonât? the teams pretty good at throwing curveballs at me#either way. just needed this image to exist#how are we feeling about how I did azuls skin?#I wanted it to look more like his merform-the humanization potion can only do so much kinda thing#and MOST of his outfits have him fully covered#so if we ignore his beachwear we can pretend as though this is true
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I love that Isabeau is the one to bring up the "what do we do if you die" conversation cause its a very good insight to his character at the very start of the game. Isabeau is practical, smart, and loves everyone dearly and wants to know how to help them when shit goes sideways. He's the one to ask about Bonnie too, which is a delightful read on how he thinks because everyone else shuts that down instantly as a "That wont happen and cant happen" but we see later in the game it can happen which is such a startling thing for a game to do but justifies the foreshadowing of Bonnie can die what do we do if that happens? Isabeau, despite everything, is also the one who gets to the heart of the matter even if its not something must people are willing to talk about. All without it being part of his friendquest, thats just him naturally. Which! Says so much about him and how he is! His character when its not about his relationship with Siffrin is a very intriguing thing because it feels like a very classic hard intellectual stance that's been softened after many years of learning to better communicate healthily with others. A reflection, if you will, of Odile but in a very drastic direction. I find him fascinating and I also want to scoop his brains out and study them under a microscope to see all his little brain thoughts.
#isat#isat spoilers#in stars and time#isat isabeau#Looks at you. LOOKS AT YOU.#Look if yall are gonna rag on Isa because hes just there for teehee relationship with Siffrin <3 then im gonna go nuclear#Isabeau has so much character and hes not just a silly one sided dimensional character!! I get so fucking peeved about this#Every time he speaks im frothing at the mouth because hes!! So good at communicating!! It gets me wild#Sure sure yeah he has a romantic crush on Siffrin but yall do see the fact that Isa has a very analytical personality right??? RIGHT???#Odile might be the smartest person in the group (im saying this because she has the sus event) but Isabeau is fucking up there!!!#Makes me feel insane when people write him off as pun love silly romantic guy only thinks about how Siffrin feels character#CAUSE!!! HES NOT!!! Siffrin is definitely a weakness of his and does make him forget things but hes sooooooo analytical about everything el#FUCKING!!! APPRECIATE THE GOOD BOY!!!! HES SO FUCKING SMART!!! I LOVE ISA!!!!#(saw exactly one post about how boring Isa was and got Enraged. Saw how people write him in fanfics and felt the air leave my lungs in angy
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protecter, daryl dixon.
summary: in which your daughter gets curious about you and darylâs relationship after he continues to protect the two of you!
warnings: obviously reader has a kid, fem!reader, and this is not yet proof read!
notes: requested by anon, hope this finds you well bby!
The prison is gone. The governor destroyed it and everything in itâs path, leaving it for the dead to make their new home. Now, the group is separated, everyone off with their own smaller group, hoping to reunite and find each other again.
You, fortunately, got split off with your daughter, who you never wouldâve left, and Daryl. The three of you are somewhere in the forest, surrounding a small fire, eating scraps of the rabbit the man killed.
âHere, want some more?â You offer your daughter some more of your share of the rabbit meat, making sure sheâs not going hungry for the night. âNo, she can have some of mine.â Daryl insists, gently pushing your hand back down, instead offering the little girl some of his share. âIâm full.â Your daughter rejects the offer, brushing her hands off on her pants, âYa sure?â He asks again. She nods in response.
âOkay, letâs go to sleep.â You move towards your daughter and give her your sweater, leaving you in a tank top. Itâs a cold night, but sheâs your priority at the moment, so you help her put on the clothing. âNight, mommy.â She mumbles, pausing for a second and patting the wood chips and dirt down, then lying down. âGoodnight, Daryl.â The girl adds. You glance at him, admiring his smile at your daughter.
Your daughter sits up, scanning her surroundings. Itâs still dark out, she couldnât sleep. âMommy.â She whispers, attempting to wake you up. Your currently sleeping next to Daryl, his arms wrapped around your waist, soft snores escaping from his lips. âMommy.â The young girl shakes you again. âWhatâs wrong?â Daryl shoots up when he hears your daughterâs voice, immediately grabbing his crossbow thatâs next to him, turning back to face her. âI couldnât sleep.â She says. âOh.â Daryl places the weapon back down, carefully shuffling around to sit next to the girl, deciding to let you get some more rest.
âWhatâs keeping ya up?â He asks your daughter, receiving a shrug in response. â
Are you scared?â Daryl tries a different approach to his question.
She shrugs.
âOkay.â He pauses, starting to feel awkward in the silence, deciding to pick a small flower out of the ground and twirl it around in his hands. âSo, youâre dating my mom?â She blurts out. Darylâs eyes widen slightly, causing him to drop the flower, turning to face her. âWhat?â He replies. âIâm not stupid.â The girl pauses, âI know you like her.â She continues, teasing the older man about your relationship with him. He gets flustered, slightly blushing, âNone of your business, itâs personal, adult stuff.â He scoffs, earning a laugh from her. âIt became my business. Youâre always protecting us, which is nice. I like you, I think youâre good for my mom. But..â She sighs, âIf you ever do anything to hurt her, you wonât see the next day.â She threatens the man. Daryl shakes his head, not taking your daughter seriously, but still responding with an honest answer, âIâd never hurt her.â
#sorry i lit cannot write about having kids đ this might suck#x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#daryl dixon x reader#the walking dead fanfic#the walking dead x reader#the walking dead fanfiction#twd fanfiction#twd x reader#twd x y/n#twd x you#the walking dead x y/n#the walking dead x you#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon#the walking dead#twd
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- Something Lost, Something Gained -
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âď¸ summary | zoro x f!reader - After two years of training and hardship, you and the rest of the strawhats reunite at Sabaody. What should have been a happy reunion between friends turns sour between you and Zoro after some unresolved tension threatens the dynamic of your friendship. How can you get things back to how they were before?
âď¸ tags | smut, masturbation, pining, jealousy, nobody knocks before entering, nsfw, MDNI
âď¸ wordcount | ~7.2k
âď¸ Read on AO3
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Two years had changed everything.Â
Zoro was the first to arrive at the Sabaody Archipelago. Perona had eyed Zoro as he anxiously sharpened his swords the whole trek there. She smiled to herself, she knew he was becoming more excited the closer he got to the meeting point in Sabaody. The closer to his goal he got, the more antsy he became.
Zoro knew Luffyâs decision had been for the best, and because of it he was able to hone his skills well beyond what they had been two years prior. His fingers itched for an opportunity to show off his new skills, to show the crew how much he had been training. He couldn't help but wonder how you had fared during your two years. There was no doubt in his mind you had gotten stronger as well.
When youâd first joined the Strawhats, you and Zoro immediately clicked. The two of you worked seamlessly together as you advanced through the Grand Line towards Luffyâs dream. You drank, you sparred, and you laughed together as if you were two sides of the same coin. But the way the two of you fought alongside each other was what truly connected you. Zoroâs swordsmanship was harsh and powerful, he cut down enemy after enemy with his offensive techniques. You, on the other hand, specialized in defense and used your opponentâs own strength against them. Your styles complemented each other perfectly and anytime you fought together it was a deadly pairing, a true sight to behold.Â
However, what was supposed to be a joyous reunion quickly turned into a game of cat and mouse as the crew narrowly made it off Seabody.Â
Youâd admit that you were disappointed to learn that Zoro had been first only to wander off out of boredom. Typical, you thought. If he had just waited a little longer he would have seen you arrive second and the two of you might have had some time to talk. You were so excited to tell him all about your two years of training. Your mind often wandered to the rest of the crew. You wondered where they were and how they were growing.Â
You took a moment to reflect on your dismay for not being able to speak with Zoro. Why did it bother you so much? Was it because you wanted to tell him that he had often occupied your thoughts over the last couple years? That when you were at your lowest, the only thing that had gotten you through was the thought of making him proud to fight alongside you? You shook the thoughts from your head. What did you even hope to gain from confessing this to him?Â
For as long as youâd known him, Zoro only had one goal, one ambition, and it was to become the Worldâs Greatest Swordsman. His loyalty to Luffy knew no bounds as he had no doubt that their captain would lead them to their dreams. So, you pushed back your selfish desires. You both trained hard for the better of the crew, so expecting anything more would be foolish.Â
There was no denying that the two of you had gotten exponentially stronger. With a small slash of his sword Zoro could now take out dozens of enemies, and your deflection and offensive fighting had become second nature, easily beating opponents ten times your size.Â
Unfortunately, there was no time to celebrate your new strengths before a glaring issue arose during your first fight together on Fishman Island. The two of you had never been so out of sync.Â
How did two years change both of you so drastically?Â
You both cursed out loud, frustrated as you ebbed and flowed to completely different rhythms. You would reach out to strike an enemy, only to almost be impaled by Zoroâs blade. Zoro would prepare to strike, only to be thrown off balance by an enemy body that you flung in his direction. Luffy laughed as he watched the two of you struggle, which only added to your irritation.Â
By the time the battle was over you were disheartened to say the least. Zoro couldnât even look at you, and you couldnât find the words to say to him either. Should you apologize? You didnât think you had done anything wrong, he had been in your way too. The more you thought about it the more annoyed you became. Your mind raced in circles about the ridiculous situation. You came back to reality as you heard a voice calling out to you - Sanji.Â
You relaxed your furrowed brows and the unconscious frown on your face faded away. The curly-browed chef sauntered towards you with a glass delicately balanced on a tray. âOh Y/N-love, please enjoy this dessert Iâve made for you. Iâve poured all my love into it. Only the best for my fighting beauty.âÂ
You looked up to see a colorful, intricately decorated cup of chocolate mousse. You instantly lit up. Sanji knew it was one of your favorite desserts. You quickly scooped a spoonful into your mouth and closed your eyes as you savored the rich flavor. âSanji, you donât know how much I missed your cooking.â You took another bite and smiled widely, looking up at him. âIf I wasnât in such bliss I would get up and kiss you, I really would.â
Sanji turned to you with hearts in his eyes and shot backward as streams of blood rocketed out of his nose. You heard Chopper yell out, âHeâs relapsed again! Y/N you canât do that, heâs in recovery!âÂ
You laughed as you watched Chopper fret over the lovestruck man. You always got a kick out of teasing him. Your eyes flickered up to the kitchen door and you watched Zoro push it open, exiting with a dramatic thunk.Â
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Zoro walked out in a worse mood than before. He knew he had messed up during that battle, both of you had made mistakes. He had almost hurt you on numerous occasions and that had completely thrown him off his game. He went over to the ship railing and stared out. It wasnât supposed to be like this.Â
He had been avoiding you, he didnât know what else to do. Ever since he saw you again he knew he needed to keep his distance.
 You had come back different. Your hair was different, your clothes were different, your body was different, and you were shitload stronger. But your voice? It was exactly the same. GodâŚhe hadnât realized how much he had missed the sound of your voice. And your eyes? He had to look away every time you turned in his direction, he couldnât stand it. Beautiful. He had always known this. He knew he didnât know a lot about beauty and pretty things, but there was no denying it anymore. You were beautiful to him. Â
He gripped the railing in frustration. What was he thinking? Youâd looked so angry sitting there at the kitchen table. Your eyebrows pressed together and the corners of your mouth pointing down in a scowl. You had been thinking about how useless he had been, he was sure of it. He needed to clear his head, he needed to work out.Â
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Robin was out on the deck of the Thousand Sunny enjoying a new book about ancient tribal societies. She sipped peacefully from a cup of tea and looked out into the horizon. She didnât think she would ever get tired of the sunsets on the Sunny. Her eyes wandered slightly over to where a green head of hair had been huffing and puffing and aggressively lifting weights for the past two hours. She sighed.Â
She had been watching you and Zoro these last couple of weeks and figured out the source of the tension immediately. It really wouldnât be good for the crew to have some of their best fighters distracted and clumsy, she told herself. They were in the New World now and all members needed to be at their best. She stared back at her book as a plan formed in her mind. It was for the good of the crew, it really was.Â
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Zoro got up from his spot near the mast and stomped past Robin at her table. âHow long do you intend to pout over Y/N?â she asked, not looking up from her book.Â
Zoro stopped and stared at her, âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âDonât think I havenât noticed. Iâve got eyes everywhere after all.â She looked up at Zoro as he tried to keep a straight face. âJust go talk to her. Sheâs in the womenâs bunks right now, she just finished showering. It's a good time to have a private conversation. Just go clear the air. Trust me.âÂ
Zoro just grunted in reply and kept walking past her. Suddenly a hand popped up as he reached the top of the stairs, pointing a slender finger towards the left. âIt's that way dear,â Robin said. He grumbled.Â
Zoro turned to his left and slowly walked towards the door of the womenâs bunks before halting in the middle of the hallway. What was he going to say? You had seemed so aggravated before, how was he supposed to fix this? As he hesitated, he thought of how the two of you used to be. He was so desperate to get back to that. These feelings needed to stop here, you were in a pirate crew and you both need to remember that. He snapped his head up and marched toward your door.
Zoro was full of determination now. He was going to clear the air like Robin said. He wasnât sure what he was going to say, but he was sure he would figure it out. Anything was better than where he was now. He wanted to make it work. He wanted to make it up to you.Â
Zoro gripped the door handle and burst into the room without thinking or knocking, thunderously declaring, âY/N! LETâS GO BACK TO THE WAY WE USED TO--!âÂ
You were naked.
 His eye dropped down to look at the red pair of panties you had on.Â
Okay, not completely naked.Â
You stared at him in shock as his eye wandered up your body, finally meeting yours.Â
âGET OUT!!!â you shrieked, breaking the silence. You grabbed the towel out of your hair in an attempt to cover yourself up. âOUT! NOW! ZORO! OUT!!!â
He turned on his heels and moved forward at lightning speed, running straight into the door frame with a crash you thought might have shaken the whole ship. He readjusted and flew out of the room, back out to the deck where he saw Robin, still sitting there with a book in hand.Â
She looked up from her book lazily and her eyes went straight to the red welt across his face. âHow did it go?â she asked with an amused smile.Â
âYes,â Zoro said, hands on his knees while he panted, still stunned about everything that had just happened. So much for getting back to normal.
Robin stared at the poor man as he walked off towards his room.Â
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You stood in the room, frozen. The initial shock of Zoro walking in on you had passed, but you still couldn't process it. You stared at the open door, unmoving, and struggling to breath. You felt your whole body get warm as you thought about Zoroâs eye moving up your body. You shook your head to free yourself from the memory and hurried to dress yourself.
If Zoro had been avoidant before, he was like a ghost now. For the rest of the day you swore you could feel Zoroâs intense gaze on you, but the second you looked up he was nowhere to be found. It was maddening.Â
You tried to ignore the green menace and go about your day as normal. You sat in the kitchen and helped Nami grind some ink and helped Chopper organize some herbs, but your mind was elsewhere. You sat with the others who plugged away as you half-heartedly joined in. Â
You kept replaying the scene over and over in your head. He had looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. But there was something else. You contemplated the gleam you saw in his eye. It was familiar to you, he looked like that when he was in battle, when he faced a real challenge. When he placed his precious Wado Ichimonji in his mouth and finally challenged a worthy adversary.Â
It was hunger.
You felt the blood rise to your face and reached for the sweet drink Sanji and left you. As you chugged down your drink an image danced at the corner of your mind. Zoro, mad with hunger, but instead of his sword, your underwear was in between his teeth.
You choked. Coughing loudly, you sprayed your drink across the table. You winced as you tried to catch your breath and rid yourself of the tantalizing image you conjured up. You felt Chopperâs tiny hoove smack your back rapidly as he tried to help you.Â
âY/N! Be careful!â Nami exclaimed, snatching away her notes as you coughed near them.Â
You put your hand up to signal you were okay. Robin smiled from her seat at other corner of the kitchen.Â
âSanji! Get her some water!â Chopper exclaimed as he continued to beat your back.Â
âItâs alright, Iâm okay,â you said, clearing your throat.Â
âBut youâre still bright red!â he cried. âBreathe! Breathe through your nose!â you laughed and gladly accepted the water Sanji offered you.Â
âAre you alright, Y/N-love?â Sanji asked.Â
âYes,â you tried to collect yourself and play it off. âIâm afraid the flavors of the tea youâve brewed for me were a shock to my system!â You joked to help get the attention off of you. âThe depth of the flavor! The notes of bergamot!â you exclaimed, your voice still gruff.Â
You watched Sanji spin around in circles around the room, âAll for you my beautiful Y/N-love!â
âDo you have to egg him on, Y/N?â Nami asked with a bored expression as she watched the cook rejoice.Â
âI canât help it, I missed him. I really did.â You smiled at her. âYou have to admit heâs good at what he does every once and a while. Iâm just making up for lost time.âÂ
Nami shook her head with a smile. You heard the kitchen door open with a loud thud and a flash of green hair exit. Had Zoro been in the kitchen the whole time? You had been too engrossed in your thoughts to notice. You looked down at your now empty glass and grimaced. Why was this so complicated? You backed out of your chair and excused yourself to get some air.Â
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The night breeze gently blew through your hair as you leaned over the banister to look out onto the Sunny.Â
Despite all your attempts, you found yourself thinking back to Zoro and the look on his face. Were you right about what you saw? Was it hunger? Or somehow worse, desire? Your stomach felt warm and your throat felt tight. You put your head in your hands. There was no way. He didnât think like that, all he thought about was his swords. You were reading too much into it.Â
Letâs go back to the way we used to. His words replayed in your head. So, he had noticed something had changed between the two of you. You wondered just how much he had noticed.Â
You sighed, growing increasingly frustrated you ran a hand through your hair. Why were you so caught up on this? You were being childish. A pirate ship was no place for romance. You needed to clear this whole thing up.Â
The kitchen door opened again as Robin walked out. You quickly straightened up and turned towards her, throwing on a half-hearted smile.Â
She stared at you for a beat before smiling back. âPenny for your thoughts?âÂ
You looked at Robin and hung your head in defeat. âI really am easy to read, huh.âÂ
âI donât know what you mean,â she said in her usual sly tone. You were quiet as she leaned over the banister next to you. âI heard some commotion from our bunks earlier in the day, did Zoro get lost again?âÂ
âIt was nothing,â you answered too quickly, âI just chewed him out for not knocking.âÂ
âOh really?â you knew your face was red so you didnât look at her. âI did see him shortly before that. He seemed very determined to do something. I wonder what it was.â Robin eyed you curiously.Â
âHe always looks like that. When heâs not sleeping, that is.âÂ
âTrue,â she said. You both went silent for a bit. You looked down below as movement caught your eye and you saw Franky messing with the helm of the ship. âTwo years really makes the heart grow fonder. Iâve missed you all.â You turned to look at her. Her eyes were locked in on Franky. You followed her gaze to him and saw a hand sprout from the nearby beam. It reached out to gently caress his cheek.Â
Franky leaned into the touch and once Robinâs hand disappeared he turned back to look at the both of you and laughed. Then, he dramatically struck a heart pose with his massive arms and yelled out, âMY SUUUUPPPERRR LOVELY GAL!âÂ
Your mouth fell open and you looked back at Robin in shock, âSince when?âÂ
Robin kept her gaze on the blue haired man, smiling fondly. âBack at Water 7,â Your jaw dropped. âItâs rare to meet people that make you feel like your most authentic self. Meeting Luffy and the rest of the crew, Iâve never felt like Iâve belonged until now. But, Iâve also never felt as seen by anyone else until I met him.â Her eyes never left the goofy cyborg. âWe may be pirates, but weâre owed our own pleasures here and there, are we not?âÂ
Franky continued his barrage of various poses for Robin as she looked on with amusement. You watched the two in awe. You had no idea they had such affection for one another, but somehow it made perfect sense. As you observed the pair, Robinâs words echoed in your head. So, a relationship like this is possible, huh? You cursed yourself and swiftly dismissed the thought. There was no point in getting your hopes up.Â
âY/N-love! Robin-chwan! Dinnerâs ready!â Sanji announced as he burst through the kitchen door. âFranky! Get your ass in here you greasy oaf!â He went back inside.Â
âYou should go tell Zoro dinner is ready,â Robin said, stepping back from the bannister. You unfortunately couldnât see her devilish grin as she headed into the kitchen.Â
You took a couple seconds to collect your thoughts. Finally, after taking a deep exaggerated breath, you turned on your heels and headed for the menâs bunks.Â
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Zoro grumbled to himself as he stomped back to the menâs bunks. He had been hiding in the back corner of the kitchen as he sulked and nursed a bottle of liquor. Overhearing you praise that dumbass cook sent him storming out of the kitchen. He knew he acted like an impulsive child, but seeing the way your face softened as you complimented Sanji had been the last straw. You had never said a word about Zoroâs skills. You never spoke about how much you missed him. He knew he had been fucking up with you ever since you reunited. He fucked up in fights and now he had fucked up the chance to talk to you. He was losing his edge.Â
Discarding his shirt, he threw himself onto his small bed and covered his face with his arms. He willed himself to calm down and get a grip. He needed to sleep. He was no good on this ship if he kept behaving like this. However, rest did not come.Â
Despite his conviction, his mind wandered back to you. Back to the moment he had walked in on you. He played it over and over again in his mind. You had been so shocked, so embarrassed, but he couldnât help himself. You had looked soâŚsoft.Â
He closed his eyes as he tried to recall every detail. He thought of the red underwear that hugged your hips. He thought of the shape of your lip as your mouth fell open in shock. He thought of the deep blush that crawled across your scarred skin down to your shoulders. He thought of the shape of your breasts and the color of your perky nipples, cold and wet from your shower. He thought of the smooth curves of your body and your calloused hands desperately trying to cover yourself. He thought of the smell of your shampoo that filled the room with your aroma and made him feel drunk. He still felt drunk.Â
An all too familiar sensation settled in his core. He opened his eyes and frowned as he looked down at his pants. Damn it.Â
Zoro ignored the guilt he felt as he pulled back the hem of his pants and reached down to touch himself to the image of you.Â
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You approached the menâs barracks and stood in front of the door. You reached for the handle and put your hand on the twisting the knob, preparing to burst through. When suddenly, you heard something. It was faint, a sort of mumbling. You pressed your ear against the door.Â
âFuck-â You froze. âFuck, just like that. PleaseâŚâÂ
You were too shocked to move. Zoroâs voice rang out again as you stood by. âS-Stupid Cook, fuck- Stupid curly-brow.â Your mouth fell open, dumbfounded. Was he talking about Sanji? âThinks hâs so great. Good at whatâe does?â His words were slurred as he grunted. âIâm good too, Iâm so good. Iâll show you-Y/N-fuck.â he moaned âIâll show you just how good I am.â Â
Your whole body pressed against the door. Did he say my name?
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Zoro was hot.Â
His breath hitched as he spat into his palm and regripped to thrust himself into his fist. You were everywhere. His mind was filled with you. You were the cause of all his frustrations. This was all your fault.Â
He struggled with the blankets around him and threw them to the ground in exasperation. Zoro crawled to the edge of the bed, never stopping his hand from moving up and down his cock. This wasnât enough. He scuffled to his feet, still pumping himself with one hand. He used his other hand to grip the side of his bed to keep himself steady. This position wasnât helping either. He was even more restless. He still wanted more. He wanted you.Â
âY/N.â Zoro moaned out your name, unable to keep his words to himself. His hips were twitching and his hand that gripped the post begged to be holding something else.Â
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Carefully, you clicked open the door and slipped inside the dark room. Zoroâs back was facing you and he was too much in his own world to notice your presence. You watched as the muscles across his bare back flexed and spasmed as he vigorously stroked himself.
âGod, please. Please, Y/N.â Zoro spoke in a whimper. His voice was even more clear than it had been before. You forced your breathing to stay steady as you watched Pirate Hunter Zoro beg for you. Your cheeks burned at the sight before you. Your fingertips twitched and deep inside your core felt tingly and ticklish.Â
It seemed that you both were nearing the last of your patience. Zoroâs breathing quickened and his pace became more erratic. You could tell he was getting close.Â
We canât have that now, can we?Â
You slammed the door closed behind you and watched with excitement as Zoroâs back straightened and he snapped to face you, and what a sight it was. Zoro looked at you with a mixture of confusion and lust, his face was flush and he struggled to hide his obvious erection with a blanket from the intruder. âWhat the hell! Donât you assholes ever knock?!â he spat out. But when his eyes finally adjusted to the dark and Zoro recognized who was standing in front of him, his expression turned to shock and embarrassment.Â
You smiled. Everything made sense now.Â
Zoro began to move to cover himself more adequately, but you stopped him, raising a hand, âNo, please,â you stared as your other hand reached behind you to secure the latch on the door. âDonât let me distract you, Zoro.âÂ
The way you whispered his name sent chills down Zoroâs spine. âY-Y/N- I - this isnât - I didnât mean-âÂ
âKeep going.â Zoro looked at you in shock. You continued, âYou were calling my name, werenât you? Iâm here now, so keep going.âÂ
There was a slight hesitation in Zoro, his eyes searched yours for some kind of explanation. But with the very subject of his indecent thoughts standing in front of him, egging him on, he knew he couldnât stop here.Â
Zoro leaned back against his bunk and without breaking eye contact, moved his blanket to expose himself to you. His thick and lengthy cock twitched with excitement and ached to be touched. You walked forward and let your eyes trail along his body, you wanted him.. But you had to be patient for this. You took a seat on the adjacent bunk facing Zoro. The pressure between you was crushing and both of you were losing grip on your long held restraint.Â
âGo on,â You instructed the man in front of you.Â
As if he was released from a spell, his hand moved automatically, gripping his stiff cock in his hand. Closing his eye, he teased his tip slightly before shoving himself into his palm with a satisfying thrust. Zoro couldnât stop the guttural moan that escaped his mouth. He opened his eye to see your reaction and nearly moaned a second time.Â
Your face was completely flushed with desire as you gawked at Zoro, taking in every inch of his toned body and throbbing cock. Your mouth was watering at the sight. You werenât sure you had ever wanted someone this much. Your whole body was tingling and becoming sensitive.Â
You wanted to feel good too. You began tracing your fingers along your neck, shuddering at the sensation. You grazed the hem of your shirt and in one quick motion you yanked it over your head, exposing yourself and your bra.Â
Zoro, high with his own arousal, immediately took a step forward upon seeing you uncovered before him. But before he got any closer, a hard shove from you sent him flying back to his original spot. He looked at you with annoyance and confusion.Â
âI donât remember saying you could stop, swordsman,â you said with a sly smile. He stared daggers at you. âKeep going, and watch closely.âÂ
You slid your fingers in your mouth, tasting the lingering salty flavor from Zoro's sweaty body after you had shoved him. You ran your tongue along your fingertips, never breaking eye contact with him. Zoroâs breathing hitched as he gaped at you, his pace quickened and he began using his other hand to tease his balls. You smirked at his reaction, slipping your other hand underneath your bra and gripping your breast. You were getting lost in your own self pleasure.Â
Satisfied with your prep, you removed your hand from your mouth, slick with your own saliva, and pulled back your skirt to reveal your red underwear. The same pair from before. Zoro caught a glimpse of the wet stain at the center of your panties and bit his lip. You looked back up at Zoro to see his yearning eyes drilling a hole through you. You circled your fingertips around the fabric at your center, effectively teasing both you and Zoro.Â
âZoro,â your voice caught him by surprise, he looked up to meet your lustful gaze, âdo you touch yourself while thinking of me often?âÂ
Zoro clenched his jaw, then he smirked. You were such a tease, but two could play this game, âDo you think youâre that special?â
âHmm,â you hummed, playfully turning the ends of your lips downward. His eyebrows furrowed as he was brought back to that moment in the kitchen and how upset you had appeared. He grunted as he pumped himself rougher, his frustration rising.Â
âDid that make you upset?â he said, his voice dripping with irritation. âIâm not that pervy cook, it takes more than a little teasing to win me over.âÂ
You smiled, amused by his evasive responses, âWell then, should I give you some inspiration?â Â
Zoroâs cocky smile faded as you pulled the fabric of your panties to the side, exposing your wet cunt. You looked back up at him one last time before finally giving yourself some relief. You closed your eyes and began caressing your clit, gasping from the contact. You were feeling more sensitive than usual as Zoroâs unwavering eye watched your every move. You moved your fingers lower, and circled around your entrance, lathering your fingers with your own juices. Finally, you inserted two fingers, and your body relaxed from the pleasure. As you worked yourself, you widened your legs and reached your other hand down to massage your swollen bud. You bit your lip, but failed to hold back your aroused voice.Â
Zoro was mesmerized as you fingered yourself in front of him. He couldnât believe this was real. It took every fiber of his being to control himself and not launch himself at you. His chest felt tight. He wasnât used to feeling tied down or powerless. In all honesty, it was a turn on seeing you take charge. However, his composure was wearing thinner and thinner as he watched your fingers pump in and out of our glistening pussy.Â
âYou look like youâre having a good time over there too, huh?â Zoro was testing his luck, he knew he was just about over the edge himself, âHow often do you think about my cock when you fuck yourself like that?âÂ
You were too far gone to keep playing this game. Your pace quickened on your swollen clit with one hand, and the other continued to curl inside yourself. You huffed out in exasperation, âZoro - I want you to come. Come for me.âÂ
âYou witch - ugh!â The pressure inside Zoro burst. His face turned up towards the ceiling while his hand maintained his rhythm as his body spasmed with pleasure and his warm cum spewed out. He fucked himself against his hand through his orgasm, spreading his fluids across his still stiff member. Zoro was left breathing heavily, still drunk on his orgasm, unable to properly comprehend what exactly happened.Â
Zoroâs head rolled down as he caught his breath, and his eyes finally came back up to you. Your eyes were closed tight as you also struggled to regain composure. It took Zoro a moment to realize - while he was riding off his own high - you had also reached your climax.Â
You came. And he didnât see it.
Unaware of Zoroâs disappointment, you chuckled as your world still spun around you, âWho knew youâd be the type to listen well?â You pulled your panties back over your leaking cunt, wiping your fingers on your skirt, âWeâll talk more aboutâŚâ You hesitated, âwhatever this was, later. Sanji says itâs time for dinner, so weâd better-â
Zoro stood, grabbed your wrist and forced you to stand. In one swift movement Zoro flipped you around, pulled your skirt to the floor, and pressed his chest hard against your back, pinning you tightly against the wall. With his knee he spread your legs apart. Your head spun from his touch. Before you had a chance to react, you could feel the sensation of something foreign slide its way between your legs. Your eyes peered down and you could make out the tip of Zoroâs cock, bright red and still covered in his own cum, rubbing against your wet underwear.Â
âWeâre not done here. I think itâs your turn to listen,â Zoro slurred in your ear, âand show me how well you can take it.â
His arms wrapped around your chest and stomach, effectively trapping your back against his chest. You had always been impressed by Zoroâs intimidating size and strength, but even more so since your reunion. As the muscles he had trained for two years pressed hard against your back, you couldnât help but moan. His mouth was level with your ears and you could hear his uneven panting. Your clit was begging for attention, so you attempted to roll your hips around Zoroâs dick to create even the smallest bit of friction, but Zoro held you back.Â
âYouâre acting pretty needy.â
âD-Donât be an asshole.â
âI think Iâm being pretty fair,â he smirked, enjoying watching you squirm against him.Â
Zoro took a step back, creating some space and your heart ached at the loss of his touch. Thankfully, the lack of touch was short lived and you gasped as Zoro pulled your panties to the side. He then handled his own dick to brush roughly against your clit before stopping right at your entrance. Zoro grabbed your hands and slammed them flat against the wall above your headÂ
âNow, fuck me,â Zoro growled, âShow me how you like it.â
Your heart skipped several beats before you made a move. With your own slick combined with Zoroâs cum covered cock, there was enough lubrication to easily slip the tip inside yourself. Your hips shook as you pushed your ass backwards, forcing his cock to sink further inside you. You caught your breath as you were filled with his overwhelming length, sensations of pleasure and pain mixing with each other. You knew you werenât taking all of him, but it was all you could manage. You hesitantly fucked yourself on his cock, moving slowly as you felt yourself being torn apart. Slower than Zoro had the patience for.Â
âWhat happened to your confidence? Thereâs still a long way to go.â Zoro mocked you in a strained voice.Â
âGive me a break,â you squirmed under him, unwilling to stop the rhythm you had achieved, you were feeling good, âSeems to me you- ah- have it easy right now.âÂ
Zoro frowned at your words. Easy? He was using every ounce of his self control not to immediately come inside you. Watching your flushed back shiver underneath him as you bounced shyly in front of him was enough to make him pass out. Zoro was brought back to reality when he saw your legs begin to shake and your pace become more desperate. Right before you could reach your second climax, Zoro stepped back.Â
You whined as your legs nearly gave out from the loss of his supporting hands on yours. âWhat was that for! I- I was so close!â You cried out in frustration.Â
Zoro turned you around to face him, bringing himself down to your eye level and slurred, âI wanâa see yer face.â His pupils were wide from arousal, and his words sent goosebumps down your spine. He looked like a wild animal.Â
Zoro grabbed you by the back of your neck and crashed his lips onto yours. As much as you wanted to savor your first kiss together, it was definitely not a romantic one. The kiss was forceful and messy, his tongue found its way inside your mouth overpowering you from the inside. He moaned and hummed as he kissed you and the vibrations tickled your lips. His hands trailed everywhere along your body, tracing your neck all the way down your back, harshly gripping your ass. You struggled to appease his assertive nature, but eventually allowed yourself to be swayed by his pace. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you stood high on your toes for better access to his lips. Finally, Zoro bit down on your bottom lip, lightly tugging on it as he pulled away.Â
His eyes trailed down your body, stopping at your bra. With one quick movement, your bra was torn from your body and laying in pieces on the ground. You hardly had time to be angry about your ruined clothes before Zoro shoved you down onto his cramped bunk.Â
Zoro was on top of you in an instant, trailing kisses and nibbles down your neck and to your freshly exposed chest. He shoved his hand down your panties as he sloppily sucked and bit your hard nipples. You flinched back from the electric current that ran down your spine as his fingers slid against your folds. Zoro struggled underneath the fabric and finally hissed out in frustration, gripping the hem and beginning to rip away at the seams.
âHey, wait-wait-wait! Donât rip those, theyâre my favorite pair.â You pouted.Â
He looked at you, jaw clenched, âFine,â he relented. He seized your legs and propelled your hips upward with one arm and pried your underwear down with the other.Â
With your clothes out of the way he leaned back and spat on his hand and immediately plunged his fingers inside you. His face bent down again to your chest and stomach and he began leaving marks across your body. Simultaneously, Zoro pumped and curled his fingers at an excruciating pace, his fingers were far thicker than your own and it stretched your walls out in the best way. It felt incredible, but you wanted more. Wanted all of him. You wanted him to fuck you.Â
âEnough- Zoro itâs enough. Please, just fuck me already.â You begged him.Â
Zoro raised his head to examine your flushed face. You were sweating and stared back at him with lustful eyes.
Zoro wanted to be patient. He wanted to make you writhe beneath him as he continued to take charge as revenge from before. He wanted to do all those things, but with one look at you he lost his motivation. Zoro hastily shimmied himself out of his pants and cast them aside. Then he sat up between your legs and aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance.Â
You clutched the sheets behind you and squirmed as Zoro gripped your hips tight, forcing himself deeper inside your soaking tight pussy. Zoroâs patience was long gone, and in one fell swoop he bottomed out, shoving his entire length into you.Â
It was to be expected, but it quickly became clear to you that Zoro was not a gentle lover. But whatever lack of tenderness he showed through his brutish movements, was made up for in his gaze. Desperate and burning, he wanted all of you.Â
You placed a hand on his chest and you could barely register what was going on around you. His size was overwhelming, rubbing and stretching every fiber of your being from your deepest core. Zoro only gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before he pulled himself out and slammed back inside you. He watched as your face contorted with agony and lust as he continued to pound into you ruthlessly. Zoro grabbed your hand away from his chest and entangled his fingers with your own. He lifted your hand up to his mouth and ran his tongue down the back of your hand and to the tips of your fingers.Â
You were getting dizzy. âSlow- ugh- down. Youâre- ah! Too fast!â
âYouâre shameless,â Zoro smirked. âYou haveâta take responsibility for your teasingâ he said showing off his teeth before leaning down and shutting you up with a sloppy kiss. He ran his tongue along your jaw, and left hickies across your neck. You moved your own hands and legs to capture him and bring him impossibly close. You needed to feel every inch of the man before you.Â
Zoro felt intoxicated. Your soft body underneath his fingertips, your saliva mixing in with his own, the sweet smell of your sweat, and the way you clenched him tightly. He couldn't get enough. You were better than any liquor.Â
Zoro untangled himself from your limbs and brazenly lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder. You watched greedily as he straddled your other leg and reinserted himself. The new angle reached a spot inside you that sent a shock throughout your body. Your back arched and your hands clawed at his thick thighs. Zoro reveled in the sting of your nails and reached one hand to knead your clit and with the other he held your leg tight against his chest. He let his tongue run a trail along your calf, finally stopping to sink his teeth into your muscle. You cried out, and Zoro's eyes lit up in arousal at the noise.
 You were getting close. Every touch, grind, and thrust was working its way through your body building tension in your core. Zoro watched you closely as you pinched your own nipples and your hips bucked upward to meet him halfway. He saw your eyebrows pinch together tightly as you whimpered, âPleasepleaseplease-â the coil burned hotter and hotter.
âThatâs it, let me see you come. I want to see you come for me.â
With a final gasp you reached your climax. The world around you shattered and your whole body shook as the immense pleasure overtook you.Â
Zoro took in every second, every twitch and shake as he fucked you through your orgasm. As the overstimulation racked your body Zoro also reached his peak. With a few final rough thrusts, he moaned as he released inside you at the deepest point. His cock twitched as it spilled his warm cum, filling you completely. You clutched at his body pulling him onto you as you both rode out your highs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you entangled your fingers in his hair as your thighs gripped him. Â
You both lay there in each other's embrace, sweaty and panting.Â
As you both calmed down and the reality of what you had just done, dozens of your conflicting emotions began swirling in your heads. Relief. Desire. Exhilaration. Panic.Â
You both knew that everything had changed. But as you lay next to one another, feeling each otherâs heartbeat and breath, you couldnât help but smile. It was obvious that the two of you would not be returning to normal, but somehow, you were both ok with that.Â
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The Strawhat crew was in a great mood as they ate their dinner around the table. Luffy and Brook sang cheerfully in-between bites of Sanjiâs incredible dish. The rest of the crew chowed down on their meal smiling at their captain's antics.Â
Suddenly, Nami looked around perplexed. âWhere's Y/N and Zoro? Luffyâs gonna eat their portions if they don't hurry.â
Robin hummed as she chewed her last bite, and shared a knowing look with Franky, who stifled a laugh. âY/N and Zoro were sparring in the crows nest. They were finally getting back in sync so it's better we don't bother them. I'll be sure to save their portions.â Robin smiled innocently.Â
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âď¸ authors note | everyone follow @nanpecan, this wouldn't have been written without her, she slayed the first half, frobin insert, and final edit. and thank her for bullying me to actually finish writing my parts. all i want is to write silly little situations of my fav troupes so we shoved a couple in here lol. hope y'all have fun
#debating on doing more pollen fics#thinking about sanji#or another fav trope - hurt comfort nightmare troupe#i eat that up !!!!#im trying to get nana to write some frobin#nana knows i also have some bullet points for a foul law hc in my drafts#she's to blame for that one#that might never see the light of day#anyways#zoro#zoro x reader#one piece#one piece fanfic#one piece hc#zoro fanfic#one piece x reader#sex pollen#frobin#smut#one piece smut#zoro one shot#one piece one shot#one shot#zoro x y/n#one piece self insert#selt insert#mine
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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.
picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.
it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.
and then he gets to the sword.
demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.
but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.
when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.
the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.
and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.
the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.
luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.
instead, he hears this:
"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."
but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.
"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."
"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."
"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."
"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"
somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.
weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.
xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.
it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.
sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.
maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.
maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.
"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.
hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."
xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.
...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.
(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)
#PIDW but make xin mo a soul eater fan#why did i actually write all of this#idk it just sounded funny but then i kinda got sad at the end because bingge is such a lonely person its genuinely depressing#at least in here he has his this weird talking demonic sword#someone transmigrates into xin mo and ends up becoming an emotional support and comfort sword#i would say that this could be shen yuan but the xin mo transmigrator couldnt give any less of a fuck about bingges plans#and would also annoy sqq if he had to deal with it#might write this#but i need to finish that time travel bingge x reader enemies to friends to lovers thing#yes you heard me right a bingge x reader let me make him happy ok#bingmei already has sqq bingge needs someone :( and therapy but that doesnt exist here#while i thought of this i imagined like this floating talking sword by bingge#i actually have like a lot of WIPs this is only one of them#for some reason i had this idea after seeing this one instagram reel where gojo was cinderellas fairy godmother and sang IT girl#and that inspired an annoying talking xin mo transmigrator#luo binghe#luo bingge#mxtx svsss#svsss#fanfic stuff#the scum villain's self saving system#svsss ideas
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(part 3 of November Paramedic; part 2 is here.)
When Gareth mentioned a plan to locate Eddieâs paramedic in shining armor, Eddie assumed it'd be him getting into various accidents all over Indianapolis. It's something the little shit would've found funny, okay! But, Gareth's plan is much less hazardous and slightly more logical: lurk around the university until they spot him. Like a pair of drug dealers trying to tempt the goody-two-shoes protagonist into addiction and sin on an 80s Saturday morning cartoon.
It's not the simplest task since they don't know when Steve might be there. Also, other responsibilities mean they can only spare so many hours loitering. So, thirteen days post-hatching plan and nineteen days post-meeting Steve (not that Eddie's been counting or anything), with nothing to show for their ethically questionable behavior, Eddie is ready to give up. Especially since both of them have a rare simultaneous day off. Usually, those are spent jamming, smoking, playing D&D⌠literally anything other than this.
"This is fucking stupid," he says, cigarette clenched between his teeth. "We're not gonna run into him."
"Sure we are," Gareth says. He drops his butt among the dozens they've chain-smoked and lights another without meeting Eddie's gaze. "We're getting closer. I can feel it."
"The only thing you're feeling is delusional. It's time to give up."
"Eddie, c'mon-"
"Nope." One last drag and Eddie stomps out his cig. "Fuck this; I'm out."
He stalks toward his van at the far end of the parking lot. Gareth curses before running after him.
"Dude!" he exclaims, jogging to keep up with Eddie's longer strides. "You can't just give up! What about what you said-"
"I was being stupid. What was I even imagining? We orchestrate another meeting and, what, I use my freakish wiles and seduce him? And then we'll live happily ever afterâŚ" Eddie shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that. He'd probably turn out to be a douche anyhow."
"No, listen!" Gareth seizes Eddie's arm and yanks him to a stop in the middle of the lot. "You always do this. Self-sabotage and cut things short, even when there's potential."
Eddie scoffs. "You know what else always happens? I end up liking them more than they like me. It's not fun."
"You don't know it'll be like that this time. You have to try."
"No."
Eddie takes a step back. He's done; he's out. Gareth reaches for his wrist to pull him back in. He jerks away, almost losing his footing and stumbling into the burgundy car behind him. Gareth's arms shoot out to help, but Eddie steadies himself before crashing. For a second, silence reigns as they assure everyone's on solid ground. Then Eddie opens his mouth to once and for all-
"Eddie? Gareth?"
Their heads snap to the side, eyes landing on⌠Max? Looking unusually dressy in high-waisted shorts and a fitted top under an oversized jacket, and her hair in a high ponytail. She's got her skateboard under her arm, a messenger bag with a textbook sticking out, and a confused furrow between her eyebrows.
"What are you doing here?" she asks.
Fuck. They can't tell her the truth â she'll never let him live it down. Fortunately, Gareth realizes this too, because he says:
"Uh, I go to school here? What are you doing here? The math building is way over there."
She rolls her eyes and leans on the burgundy car. It's a shiny BMW M5 â the limited anniversary edition. Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie almost dented that thing! It's worth more than his life. And Max is slouching against it like it's nothing. He could warn her not to scratch it, but she's unlikely to care; she's always been metal that way.
"Waiting for my friends," she says. "We have dinner on Tuesdays."
Eddie's ears ignite. Dinner? With friends? While wearing what's basically a date outfit?
"OoohhhâŚ" he says, sharing a grin with Gareth. "And do these friends include someone special?"
She shrugs, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"C'mon, Red! You're killing me! I need to know if he's good enough for you."
His fingers hover over her ponytail, as if to tug at it. She slaps his hand away.
"You're annoying."
He laughs. This terrible day just became infinitely better. He won't rest until he gets what he wants â or until she punches him, which'll probably come first. He's about to tell her so when a voice calls her name. Both turn to look, andâŚ
It's a boy Max's age. He's beaming and waving, quickening his steps toward her. She smiles too, almost shyly, as she waves back. It's the perfect opportunity for teasing, if Eddie's day hadn't just become infinitely better.
His tongue is heavy, his skin is itching, his heart is bruising his ribs from the inside. Sweat is gathering in his pits and it's getting a little hard to breathe. Because walking half a pace behind the boy, carrying a huge duffel with such ease it might actually be stuffed with feathers, is⌠isâŚ
"Yesssss!" Gareth hisses next to him. He may also be fist-pumping. Eddie isn't looking.
"Hey!" The boy stops in front of Max. "Sorry, practice ran late."
"It's okay," she says, cooler than ice, though her eyes are glittering. "I just got here."
She says something else, or maybe the boy does? It's all background noise, because Steve has caught up. Steve, in jeans and a polo that must've been tailored to his exact measurements because oooooooooohhhh boy. Steve, unshouldering the bag, muscles shifting and straining under his shirt with the movement. Steve, smiling, his golden eyes flying over Eddie.
"Hey! Eddie and Gareth, right?"
Eddie draws a sharp breath. He remembers!
"Y-Yeah!" he squeaks, hands fluttering to either wave or shake hands, ultimately doing neither. "Hi! You're here!"
"I am," Steve says, casual, as if inane conversations with former patients happen on the regular.
(It better not â Eddie doesn't do well in competitive settings.)
Max, keen eyes darting between them, asks, "You know each other?"
"Met at work," Steve says. "Or, I was working and heâŚ"
"Ah." Max taps her temple. "That."
"How do you know them?" the boy asks her.
She points at Eddie. "Neighbor. And that's the guy who dumpster dives outside our apartment building."
Gareth flips her off. Eddie would laugh, but he's busy pretending he doesn't know what Steve looks like shirtless. It's hard (pun slowly growing more relevant) â his gaze keeps dropping to the polo's undone top button. Steve is just as gorgeous out of uniform, and now Eddie's thighs are tingling with want. He could stare at him foreverâŚ
Unfortunately, 'forever' is cut short by a woman arriving in a flurry. Wait, no. 'Flurry' implies some sort of graceful whimsy, while this person⌠she's a hurricane crashing into a house.
"Sorry I'm late! Nielsen wouldn't stop talking and got angry when people started leaving because it's an important lecture so this girl called him out for not keeping time because he goes on all these tangents and he said they're interesting tidbits and she said it's disrespecting our time and-" She pauses for breath. "You don't care, do you?"
Max, Steve, and the boy shake their heads.
"Right. Sorry." The woman turns to Eddie and Gareth. "Hi! I'm Robin. And you are?"
"My neighbor and his friend. Steve treated his concussion," Max rattles off, glaring at them. "You didn't answer my question: why are you here?"
Gareth frowns. "I told you," he says, pointing at the building. "School." He points at himself. "Student."
Max glares harder. "You don't have class on Tuesdays. And Eddie doesn't go here at all."
"I had stuff I needed to drop off."
"Is tagging along a crime? Jesus."
Max doesn't reply, though her glare remains.
Robin hums. "Okay, so this is super-enjoyable, I love just standing around, but I'm starving, soâŚ" She looks at Steve, who nods.
"Yeah, we're going," he says, but neither moves. He glances at Eddie, which makes her glance at Eddie, and then they make a series of eyebrow-movements at each other, ending in a shared smile. Steve asks, "Have you guys eaten yet?"
Eddie shakes his head, pulse racing. Is this going where he thinks it is?
"D'you wanna come with? There's this diner we likeâŚ"
Holyshityesitis!
"Yeah!" Fuck, too eager. "I mean, uh, sure, sounds good."
"Cool." Grinning, Steve clicks a remote car key; the burgundy BMW beeps. What the fuck? How high is a paramedic's salary?! "Did you drive here?"
"I, uhâŚ" Eddie falters. Shit, wasn't he supposed to? It's been three weeks and he feels fine â he thought he was in the green!
"Nope! I did!" Gareth says, 'proving' it by hauling his house keys from his pocket and jingling them.
Steve nods. "Should be safe for you to drive again, but the less strain you put on your brain, the better. Even a mild concussion isn't anything to sneeze at."
"Y-Yeah, I've been taking it easy. Basically done nothing. Until now."
Max snorts. Eddie is going to pour coffee through her mail slot.
They decide Eddie and Gareth will follow Steve's car to the diner, since Steve can't fit all of them (the real reason he asked if they drove here, duh). It's good because Eddie gets the chance to panic/gush/collect himself in the privacy of his van. It's bad because Gareth drives, lest their fib be revealed. Gareth spends the ten-minute journey gloating about driving Eddie's beloved girl, interspersed with 'I told you so!'s.
The diner is cozy, all wooden furniture and sepia photographs on the walls. A graying waitress who smells like tobacco directs them to a booth and takes their orders. An awkward silence then falls as they wait for someone to speak.
The boy clears his throat. "My name is Lucas, by the way. I don't think I said." After shaking his hand and introducing themselves, Lucas says to Eddie, "I think Max has mentioned you."
"Oh yeah? I've been dying for her to mention y- Ow!"
Eddie rubs where Max kicked his shin. Her glare is murderous. Lucas is blushing happily, though.
"So, what d'you guys do?" Robin asks.
Right. Time to small-talk like adults. Eddie gets his job as a mechanic out of the way, then gives the word to Gareth, who tells them he's a creative writing major. Robin turns out to be getting a masters in linguistics and Lucas studies biology.
"I don't actually know what I want to do, but biology feels broad enough to give me options, y'know? I can go to med school, or forensics, or, I don't know, paleontology?" he says. Max glows brighter with every word that comes out of his mouth. Cute.
This then segues into talking about their friends, who by the sound of it lead incredibly interesting lives.
"Dustin's at MIT, Mike's at Oxford, Will's in San FranciscoâŚ" Lucas says, counting on his fingers.
Max interjects, "El's in Africa building houses and teaching kids English."
"Erica is still at home, finishing high school and drowning in early acceptance letters to, like, every Ivy League there is," Steve says with a look of pure pride.
"Nancy and Jonathan â they're our age â are chasing scoops in Afghanistan⌠" Robin says.
"... and Argyle is also in California," Lucas finishes.
Eddie whistles. "And here we are, still in Indianapolis."
"Dude, I'm surprised I got this far," Steve says. "Wouldn't've managed without her."
He jerks a thumb in Robin's direction, who preens at the acknowledgment. Robin's cool, Eddie decides. Garrulous but fun and nice⌠and verrrrrrrrry close to Steve. The kind of close where they're always in each other's space. Where they wordlessly transfer food between their plates. Where Steve unceremoniously wipes a speck of ketchup off Robin's chin after she repeatedly fails to get it. They're comfortable, but not necessarily romantically affectionate. Like they're siblings rather than lovers.
(Dear God, if you are in heaven, let them be siblings.)
Conversation flows. They joke around, tell stories, swap opinions. Robin gets passionate about tonal shifts when stage shows are adapted to film, and Eddie tries not to stare at Steve's mouth as he eats. And then, once their plates are cleaned and they're waiting for dessert, Gareth leans his elbows on the table and fixes Steve with a purposeful look.
"I figured out where I've seen you before."
Eddie stiffens.
Steve blinks. "At campus, right?"
"Thought so, but no. I realized it's actuallyâŚ" Gareth chuckles. "It's ridiculous, but uh, my mom had this calendarâŚ"
Steve recoils, red flooding his face. Robin, Lucas, and Max shriek in delight, Robin grabbing Steve's arm and shaking it as he hides behind his hands.
"And my mom," Gareth says between bursts of laughter, "she's shameless, all right? She kept it in our kitchen. So during, what was it, November?"
"November," Steve confirms, muffled.
"For 30 days, if I wanted to check the date or make a notation⌠I saw you."
Tears stream down Robin's face, she's laughing so hard. She and Max have started chanting 'Slut! Slut! Slut!' at the still crimson Steve.
"You don't understand," Lucas says, gesturing for emphasis. "We've been waiting for someone to come up and say 'hey, weren't you�' for years. Thank you so much!"
"Hey, thank my mom," Gareth says. Eddie's quite stunned he'd throw his own mother under the bus like that. She's a really nice person, too!
"Makes sense," Max says. "Moms love Steve."
"All parents do," Lucas says.
Cackling, Robin pinches Steve's cheek. "Gotta hide your mom and your dad around Steve!"
Steve bats her off, flushed but smiling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You got your wish, now shut it."
That only makes the three restart the chant to ridicule him for his harlotry. Steve's indignant squawk that 'it was for charity!' merely has everyone laugh more.
And Eddie? Well. As he sits beholding this man who works as a paramedic and drives a luxury car, who models for charity and allows his friends to mock him for it, who blushes and giggles when they lovingly call him a whoreâŚ
All Eddie can think is that he's in fucking trouble.
Afterward, it only makes sense for Eddie to drive Max home. Steve shakes his hand outside the diner, saying it was nice to see him again. Eddie, not knowing how to ask for Steve's contact info without seeming weird, agrees. He waits until the BMW drives off, then tells Gareth to get the fuck out of his seat. Gareth relocates to the backseat, whining since Max already called shotgun.
The initial minutes, they're quiet. Then Max turns to Gareth and says:
"When were you telling me Eddie is your mom?"
"Huh?"
"You said you knew about the calendar because of your mom. But that's not true."
The warmth drains from Eddie's face; his knuckles crack around the steering wheel. Gareth's expression is the epitome of 'oh shit' when he meets Eddie's gaze in the rear-view mirror.
"Yes, it is," Gareth says.
"It's not," Max says.
"It is!"
"It's not! The calendar was for 2021, and in November '21 you were a freshman and had already moved into the dorms! If your mom kept it in her kitchen, you wouldn't have seen it!"
She scowls at Gareth, mouth pinched and eyes flashing, daring him to contradict her.
Gareth swallows thickly. "It⌠wasn't for 2021."
"Yes, it was."
"How do you know?"
She puts her hands in her lap and lifts her chin, almost primly. Eddie gasps as the penny drops.
Gareth screams, "WHAT!"
"You have it?" Eddie cries. "Why do you have it?"
She scoffs. "You know why â you've seen his pecs."
"I don't- Okay, how're you so sure it's me?"
"Because you spent all of dinner looking like you wanted to crawl inside his mouth and live there." Her nose wrinkles. "At least I hope it was his mouth you want to crawl into-"
She's cut off by Gareth shouting "I can't hear you! Lalalalalalala-"
Eddie crumples in his seat. He's depleted of blood, air, life, everything. Behind, Gareth is grilling Max for information: are Steve and Robin together? Is Steve single? Is he queer?
Max replies: no, yes, and 'that's not for me to tell, moron'.
Gareth nods, satisfied. "That means he is. If he was straight, you'd say so." He slaps Eddie's arm. "You got a shot, man!"
"You⌠don't know thatâŚ" Eddie wheezes.
Max tuts, shaking her head. "You actually want to hit on my chauffeur."
"He prefers the term 'seduce'," Gareth says.
Eddie smacks his face into the steering wheel at the next red light.
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#the entire conversation in the van - and the purpose of max's role - came to me late at night#and i was so excited i could barely sleep afterward#everything fell into place after that#steddie fic: november paramedic#steddie#steddie fanfic#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson#steve harrington#gareth stranger things#max mayfield#my writing#ok so about the car:#(first off i want to admit i know nothing about cars)#in the show steve drives a bmw 733i. the car is gorgeous imo. however while luxurious at the time it's not expensive today.#so i looked up modern luxury cars and found the 30 jahre m5 - the limited edition from when bmw m5 celebrated 30yrs in 2014#only 300 got made and only 30 were sold in the us. they were as you might imagine expensive.#so the story here is that steve got one for his 16th birthday (would've been in 2015 in this fic)#probably from a doting grandparent since i doubt his parents would've given something so expensive to a teen#fun fact: every 30 jahre m5 is colored 'frozen dark silver' (gray. they're fucking gray.)#but since it's NOT steve's car if it's not burgundy and since i've already erased covid's existence... i don't think this change matters
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to all the fanfic writers who write about small, niche tropes and random crossovers that have less than a thousand works total and rarepairs and one specific vein content so that despite the master pieces you write you only get a couple hundred hits: you are doing god's work. i am kissing you on the head. you are my lifeblood.
edit since its getting lost in the tags: the thousand works comment is not to minimize the people who write for subgenres with maybe 10 works or rairpairs with like 3 works, but to include people who, while garnering more attention than the former, may still feel disheartened for receiving less attention on their work than people who write for megafandoms or very common tropes. 1000 is more than ten, but 1000 is closer to 10 than 200,000.
#i love you infinitely#fanfic#ao3#rare niche fanfic about the strangest crossover that fuels my heart#edit: this isnt meant to minimize people who only get maybe 8 hits or amhave 10 works in their content realm#but to include people who write things that might be bigger than some fandoms and pairs#but are still miniscule in comparison to mega fandoms
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okay, but armand getting to see baby!vamp lestat? still so excited about how different the world is to a vampire?? teaching him stuff and witnessing the joy that brings???
#my art#interview with the vampire#iwtv#interview with the vampire amc#iwtv amc#lestat de lioncourt#the vampire armand#armandstat#lesmand#iwtv art#iwtv fanart#to everyone saying that armand is writing his personal little fanfic about his relationship with lestat⌠you might be right BUT#but but but! counterpoint: let him cook.#Iâm having too much fun with it all so I personally think he should be encouraged!#a little creative writing havenât ever hurt nobody câmon!#also this whole thing?#partially inspired by that line in tvl where lestat says he would stop and stare at candles and tree branches after being turned#bro just mesmerised by the beauty of the universe! let him be!
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stan twins the canon cptsd brothers i will always think about all your unaddressed issues that would make perfect plot fuel for your spinoff
and also the whole 'stan getting that poem by bill via a website which contrasts with bill getting one from the axolotl via a website' foreshadowing thing
like idk i would love something like su future but like more optimistic, aka not an accumulated breakdown that has to be mostly resolved off screen at the end :/// but something thats being kinda addressed throughout? (although would love to see one of them turn into a monster thats always fun lol)
stan having severe issues from his dad and those years of being homeless that we keep on getting more info on but never really getting confronted on (the drifter catalogue and tijuana incident...), him being completely alone for like twenty years when running the shack before soos comes along to the point that 1998 is noted as his low point, and him not really learning about bill+what he did to ford until ages after he killed him if he ever did get the full context
while i think amnesia and everyone seeing him as a hero actually helped with stan's 'i'm a worse version of my brother' thing its still a lingering issue too and we now got him being insecure over his own hands
ford being immediately thrown from 'being tortured by bill' to 'being stuck in the multiverse and being chased by bounty hunters constantly', him fully expecting himself to die when destroying bill, and him only now being safe for the first time in 30 years ....relatively safe, he's still in constant danger because of course he is
idk in the end the series wants them to be happy and they deserve it, its why i wasn't too worried about the book being like 'ooh bill is back!! and the book is haunting ford' thing cos i knew they'll be ok
#stan pines#ford pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#gravity falls#stan twins#as for the 'still on your mind' thing to me its stan literally thinking about bill despite ford resolving to move past it#or alternatively me on my same coin theory obsession lmao#me yelling and screaming at ouroboros being used to link to the axolotl and bill and how ford didn't actually keep it#which brings up even more questions about it reappearing in the shack when stan takes over#of course even if him realising about reincarnation being a thing i think its still way less to deal with than his actual issues#something something a same soul doesnt mean much when he already proved himself a better person a million times over#idk my thoughts on reincarnation as a concept is like eh??? anyway#also completely unrelated but stan writing fanfic means he knows what soos meant when he was talking about stan fics#soos seems like a gen fic writer especially with the ones we got as those promos#the train one where he comes up with a giant backstory for the setting that has nothing to do with the fic bros is super funny#but meanwhile we have stan the canonical smut writer who had to be writing it that summer#would he be a self insert shipper? would he projecting on the duchess instead? is he both???#i have many questions#then again judging from hows theres a wedding scene that he got super emotional over he might just be a shipper????#this has nothing to do with my original post#...or does it cos the axolotl last appears reacting to stan freaking out about count li--#anyway if you think this post is longer than my usual its cos i physically made myself delete most tags and put it in the actual post
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Wan and Pleng have this really cute dynamic going on where Wan is being creepy and Pleng goes ''Wan...What did I tell you about being controlling, jealous and slightly scary ?'' and that' enough for Wan to calm down and think about kissing her instead while the rest of the world watches in absolute terror
#they're just silly like that#What I need : a fanfic where Wan is a serial killer and Pleng is her girlfriend who's concerningly chill about it#I might write it who knows ?#affair#affair the series#affair the series ep 5#wan#pleng#wan x pleng#wanpleng
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everyone always writes about puppy or bunny which is CUTE!!! But. what about kitty reader?
KITTY READER!!!!!
NUDGING THEIR CUTE LITTLE BUTT AND LEGS UP AGAINST LEON TO SHOW SMIDGES OF CASUAL LOVE, PURRING AS THEY BUTT THEIR HEAD AGAINST HIS SHOULDER!!!!!! RUBBING THEIR FACE ALL OVER HIM WHEN HE GETS OUT OF THE SHOWER TO RESTORE HIS âNATURALâ SMELL!!!!! CHIRPING AT THE BIRDS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW AND MEOWING ENDLESSLY AT 12AM FOR LEON TO PET THEM AS THEY EAT!!!! KITTY READER HATING BATHS AND GRUMBLING AND GROWLING AS LEON CHUCKLES!!!
LEON DANGLING HIS MOTORCYCLE KEYS ABOVE THEM AS A FORM OF ENRICHMENT AS THEY LAY ON THEIR BACK BATTING AT IT!! KITTY READER PURRS ON LEONâS CHEST AS HE SLEEPS SO HE GETS BETTER REST KNOWING HE HAS HIS SWEETHEART WITH HIM!!!!
KITTY READERRRR!!!!
#hybrid readers my beloveds#I have so much fun with them#(might be a wee bit autistic about them right now)#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon s. kennedy#leon s kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#x reader#leon x reader#leon kennedy x reader insert#leon scott kennedy x reader#leon s. kennedy x reader#leon kennedy fanfic#Insomniac-writes ââËâš
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"Are you happier? Now that the war is over?"
It had been meant as a serious question, but from the look on Kira's face, she hadn't caught onto that. "What sort of question is that, 'am I happier'?" she asked, laughing a little as she spoke. "Of course I am! Who isn't?"
Shrugging, Julian forced himself to smile back at her. "No, of course," he agreed. "Silly question."
His smile clearly hadn't been convincing: Kira's own smile had faded as she looked at him more closely, her eyebrows creasing into a frown.
"Have I done something to make you think I'm not?" she asked sharply. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"No-- no, nothing like that," Julian said hurriedly. "I mean, obviously Odo's gone now, and Keiko and the Chief, and Worf, and... and the Captain... But that-- That's different, isn't it, I guess. You can be sad and happy at the same time, right?"
He cringed, knowing that he hadn't quite managed to make sense there: years of practice had made him very good at recognising Kira's 'baffled' expression.
"All these years," said Kira, slowly shaking here head, "and I still don't understand you, sometimes. Of course I miss Odo, and the others -- and while we're at it, of course I'm still angry and-- and upset about the things that happened during the war..." She made a face, banging her fist lightly against the table. "Damn you, you know I'm no good with feelings, that's... there's a lot more there, besides," she added. "And I'm sure as hell not going into that right now...
"But if you're asking whether I'd rather be here, now, living without the threat of the Dominion or the Cardassians, knowing my friends are alive and safe -- and if they're not, at least being able to mourn them in peace, not having to make decisions that could get us all killed if it goes even slightly wrong... or if I'd rather be back there, in the war -- well. It's no contest, is it?"
"In theory, no, of course--"
"In theory?" Kira asked incredulously. "Julian, are you saying you were happier in the war?"
"No!" he exclaimed: that hadn't been what he'd meant at all. "The war was-- it was... Well, you couldn't be happy during the war, could you? Everything was too awful, it was impossible."
"A lot of the time, yeah," Kira said softly. "And that's gonna stick with us for a long time -- but they're only memories, now. We made it."
"We did," Julian said quietly, his eyes fixed on the table. "I just... I thought I'd be happier, I guess. Now that it's all over."
Kira reached forward, brushing her hand over his. "That's what this is all about?" she asked. "You aren't happy?"
"I never said I'm not," Julian objected hotly, looking back up at her -- but a sigh slipped out of him as he realised he didn't actually have an argument, and he shook his head, slumping back into his chair. Kira watched him, not saying anything.
"No, you're right," he admitted, pulling his arms across himself, almost too tight. "I know I'm supposed to be-- I know, after everything, it's so stupid... But, Nerys, I don't-- I don't think I am?"
Stopping to swallow the lump that had risen in his throat, he noticed he eyes had grown wet, which for some reason made him chuckle. "Isn't that silly?" he asked, leaning forward again. "We won the war, but I'm still not happy."
"No, Julian," Kira replied slowly. "I don't think that's silly at all. It's just... It's just very, very sad." She took a breath, reaching out to hold both his hands this time. "I'm sorry," she continued. "I didn't know."
"It's not your fault," he said, squeezing her hands tightly. "For a while, I just thought everyone else was pretending, too, so I just went along with it... And then I started to realise that no, you were all actually at least a little bit okay, and so I had to keep pretending, because happiness is so fragile and I didn't, you know, want to make anyone else feel bad just because I..."
He trailed off, shrugging a little. "I don't know, Nerys. I guess I just wanted to check that it wasn't just me, but it is just me, and now I've told you, and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad--"
"Julian, no," Kira interrupted. "Thank you for sharing this with me -- I'm glad you told me, okay?"
Ears growing hot, Julian ducked his head, not quite sure to do with the wave of emotion spilling over him. Now that he'd told her some of it, he kind of wanted to let everything out. Distractedly, he started tracing patterns on her hands, pushing into them with increasing intensity.
"It's just-- I'm just..." He stumbled over his words, struggling to give voice to the one thought that he'd been trying to ignore for months. "What if this is it for me? What if I'm like this forever? It's been years, Nerys--"
To his horror, his voice cracked, and he covered his mouth, trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening to burst out. Hoping that no-one else had noticed, he looked around the replimat; thankfully the other diners seemed more interested in their own conversations than in him and Kira.
"Would you like to go somewhere less public?" Kira asked. Not quite trusting himself to speak, he nodded, and together they left the replimat.
As they walked down the promenade and up to the habitat ring, Kira steered clear of their previous conversation, chatting about the station, her week, her latest grievance with Quark, and Julian was grateful for the respite. But as soon as they were sat down in her quarters, she turned to him with a most serious expression.
"It isn't right, you feeling like that, you know," she said. "I don't have the answers, I don't know how it gets better -- but we both know someone who would. You haven't tried telling Ezri any of this, have you?"
Julian's stomach tightened: Ezri was the last person he wanted to have this particular conversation with. "Oh, yes, because that would go so well," he retorted sarcastically. "Hi Ezri, I love you, but you don't make me happy. Don't worry, it's not you, I'm just unhappy most of the time. Most of the time? Yeah, it gets better when I'm around you, because then I just kind of feel... nothing. What an improvement!"
"Julian..." whispered Kira, but it was all coming out now and Julian couldn't make it stop. He rose from the sofa, starting to pace as he spoke.
"Did you ever make me happy? Maybe, sweetheart, but I'm not even certain of that. I might have been so desperate for anything even resembling happiness that I just deluded myself into thinking I was in love... Do I even love you? Who the fuck knows, Ezri. Is love even real, or did it die in the war along with every-fucking-thing else?"
His voice had risen louder than he'd intended, condemning him with every word it pushed forcefully into the air. He'd made Kira cry, he thought, but he couldn't quite be sure, his vision being clouded by his own mess of tears.
"How could I possibly tell her that?" he asked, sitting back down heavily, his voice dropping to a hollow whisper. "Kira, how the hell do I tell her that?"
"Come here," she said in way of a response, pulling him against her and holding him tightly, so that he could feel her lips move against his hair as she answered him. "I don't know," she was saying, "but you have to, Julian. I can be there with you if you want but, Prophets, Julian, you have to. How could you not?"
How could he not?
Julian closed his eyes and let himself fall apart against his friend, not even bothering to try to answer her. It was terrifying, after all this time, to finally allow someone to see how broken he really was, but he was far, far too tired to keep it in any longer.
#Julian Bashir#Kira Nerys#Andi writes#DS9 fanfic#weirdly I feel like I've written something along these lines before?#but i can't actually remember doing so?#it might be because all my stuff ends up sounding like this lol i'm such a cliche :P#anyway as ever this wasn't planned it just happened#the past few days there have been like 4 things that have come up in my brain as a little whatsit to just do#i almost started a julian and sisko talk about jadzia during baseball one yesterday#but today i ended up starting to write a song#(i don't miss the war -- but i do miss you)#and then this happened because i can't share the song (yet) but i can share this#wsb
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Yan neko
(Second Official Post)
(This yandere is slow developing, so it wonât seem particularly yanderish.)
Yan neko who approached you in his cute little cat form, meowing for you attention (but in reality all he wants is your food)
Yan neko who happily makes himself at home, ignoring you when you shoo him off the furniture or tell him to stop eating your food.Â
Yan neko that enjoys the soft pets you give him (even if he bites you when you pet him for too long). He enjoys the love you give him, the cuddles (no matter how reluctant you are to give them), the kisses tooâŚ(Although he hates it when your kisses muss his fur!)
You place a gentle kiss on the forehead of your cute cat and your hand gently running through his soft colorful fur. He purrs loudly as you continue to grace him with excessive amounts of affection, he knows that despite your indifferent exterior you love him. (His delusional mind may be conjuring up a different sort of love, the type that taunts him with the thought of revealing who he truly is)
You donât know when this cat managed to worm its way into your heart, but you canât say you hate it.Â
Although, this joy and contentment is destroyed when he reveals himself. He expected you to greet him with the same amount of love you graces his cat form with, but clearly he was wrong.
Youâre panicking, youâve been living with a person this whole time?? Others might not view it as a big deal, but you do, you feel betrayed and angry.Â
Thereâs been a person masquerading as your pet cat this whole time?? A person thatâs been eating your food, sleeping in your bed (albeit in cat form, but whoâs to say he didnât turn into his human form at night?), probably stealing your clothes too! (He was totally stealing your clothes, he hid them in a floor board where heâs hidden everything else he��s stolen from you)
Yan neko is flabbergast by your behavior, why are you screaming? Why are you angry? He didnât do anything to you! Sure he might have stole a few intimate items of clothes, but he returned them and heâs been pitching in around the house! (Heâs been doing the dishes, even the laundry and itâs very difficult to get stains out of the clothes you own!)
Yan neko tries to calm you down, insisting that heâs still the same old cuddly cat that youâve been doting on. (Despite the glaring differences, after all cats donât speak English, and they definitely donât have hands)
Yan neko who gets tired of your shouts and decides to shush you up (he just covers your mouth, although that backfired and you bite him). Eventually you do calm down, now yan neko is your roommate and he has to go get a job.
Yan neko is appalled by your request (what do you mean I have to get a job? So what if Iâve been living here rent free and eating all your food! Iâm a cute cat boy! Donât you want to take care of me?)
Yan neko who begrudgingly gets a job, although he struggles with hiding his tail and cat ears. But heâll do anything if it means staying in this warm house of yours and having endless supplies of food! (Although heâs rather upset that he has to stop sharing a room with you)
Yan neko who becomes fiercely territorial the moment he sees you invite someone over to your house. He growls (do cats growl?), he hissed and snarls. His anger only tempered when you spray him with water, then heâs banished to the guest room.Â
Yan neko grumbles, already plotting the demise of your guest.
He scratches his nails against the wall and tries to listen in on the conversation you two are having. He can only hear murmurs and then heâs distracted by the sound of you laughing. His hearts flutters and he laments, wondering why you never laugh when heâs around. He sighs and then he hears your guest laugh, and his mood sours.
He snarls, (how dare that stranger flirt with you! Yan believes that heâs the only for you..), then slams a fist against the door. It startled your guest and you excuses yourself to go scold your neko roommate.
Although he hates being scolded (your lectures take way too long), he canât help but reveal in your attention. (Of course he does, Heâs a cat). He reluctantly agrees to quiet down (you threatened to take away his catnip), only after you promise to let him cuddle you tonight.Â
Of course this doesnât stop him from sneaking out after your guest left, stalking your guest and then promptly eliminating them from the world. (Itâs a mess to clean up, but heâs persistent, and soon enough the entire area is sparkling clean. Then he has to find a way to clean himself off, maybe this wasnât the best idea?)
He does his best to distract you from his sudden and unexplained disappearance (boy, you sure are persistent! You must be really worried about himâŚ) it takes hours, but youâre eventually placated and you get ready for bed. Although, that calmness is destroyed by tomorrow morning, as the news comes on and reveals the unfortunate death of your guest from last night. (Your guest was named Gene Robinson, their parents are absolutely devastated to hear of Geneâs passing.)
Yan neko instantly becomes on edge when you start to question his excuses, you start to point out flaws in his logic, you start to doubt him. (donât do that, he doesnât want to loose house privileges!)
Yan neko tells you That Gene was a threat, that he was only doing what was necessary to keep the two of them safe!Â
Yan neko panics when you donât believe him (calling him a criminal and threatening to call the police) and decides to take action (he knocks you out), he wants to keep you safe, but he canât lock you up here (people will notice your absence). He doesnât know what to do, for now heâll just get you comfortable in bed, and when you wake up heâll try to explain the situation to you.
(Phew, this took some time, but this isnât exactly my best work. Still, enjoy the post and feel free to comment! Iâm having trouble with coloring the font, so I apologize if certain parts of this post arenât highlighted or italicized.)
#Yandere neko#yandere oc#second official post#This one took some time#I might post another yandere soon#Thinking about naming the neko Nyxx or Nate maybe?#yandere x reader#my writing#possible fanfic#Yandere neko x reader#Nyxx my oc
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How my mlb chocoau starts:
Marinetteâs alarm wakes her up, and she drowsily turns it off. She checks the time, and signs before getting out of bed. Marinette waiting for the bus to school, but notices a struggling old man with large bags. She checks the time for her bus, then glances back at the old man. She thinks about ignoring him, but canât bring herself to do it. She helps him, and he thanks her deeply. He insists she takes a pair of earrings, but she says she does not need any gift. She realizes she missed her bus, and is forced to walk all the way to school.
This is directly copy and pasted from my notes, and it is also a LOT OF TEXT. So I apologize for gaps and grammatically incorrect sentences!
PERSPECTIVE CHANGE
Adrien is driving to school in a limousine. There are fans waiting outside the school, and he steps out with security. A girl is screaming his name, and he turns around and gives her a smile and a wave. Natalie looks at him disapprovingly, but he just smiles back at her. Chloe greets him at the entrance. She runs up to him with a hug and kisses his cheeks. Rose asks Adrien for an autograph, but Chloe insults and declines her. She then tells him that they canât be nice to people like her or else theyâll come begging for more.
PERSPECTIVE CHANGE
Class has started, and Marinette gets there just in time. Everyone is looking at her curiously, and the teacher asks her to sit down. Embarrassed, she tries to find an empty seat and sits down. Chloe starts insulting Mylene, saying she is dirty because her father is the janitor. Marinette defends her, and Chloe doesnât like it.
During break time, she gets the cake for her classmates from her locker. Marinette is walking to class with the cake, but Chloe stops her. She says how pretty it is, and Marinette tries to move past her, but Chloe shoves her and Sabrina trips her from behind, causing the cake to fall and create a mess. Chloe laughs as Sabrina films her on the ground. Marinette looks up Adrien. He looks at her with pity and confusion, but glances at Chloe, who is grinning maliciously at him. He feels pressured to laugh along, so he does, humiliating Marinette.
he runs off to the bathroom and cries in a stall. Alya and Nino go to check on her, but she wonât come out. Alya asks if she can stay in the stall with her, since she doesnât want to leave, and Marinette says okay.
PERSPECTIVE CHANGE
Adrien asks Chloe about what she did to Marinette, and Chloe insists she deserves it. She needed to know her place. Chloe tells him not to feel so bad about it, and says itâs not like she can do anything about it. Adrien goes to fidget for his necklace, but realizes heâs not wearing it. Adrien starts to panic and looks around frantically.
Chloe asks what his problem is, but he just runs away, leaving her calling after him.
PERSPECTIVE CHANGE
Marinette is leaving the bathroom with Alya, wearing Ninoâs jacket to cover the cake stains on her shirt. Marinette notices Adrienâs necklace on the ground and picks it up. Alya says itâs pretty, and Marinette says it is Adrienâs. Nino suggests throwing it away or selling it, but Marinette hesitantly says no. Alya urges her, saying he was with Chloe and deserves it. Besides, he probably has countless more priceless ones. Marinette thinks about it, but then decides to do the right thing. She leaves them to go look for Adrien.
She finds him looking around in the courtyard, and tells him she has his necklace. She hands it over, and Adrien is embarrassed yet fascinated by her kindness. She says itâs no big deal, then leaves. He holds the necklace, and a flashback of his mother giving him the necklace. Marinetteâs face is still on his mind.
Marinette is in her room after school when she realizes she has the earrings the old man tried to give her. She puts them on, and summons Tikki on accident.
She screams, trying to swat her away, but Tikki insists she calms down.
Tikki explains who she is to Marinette who is still in shock. She warns her about the danger of Hawkmoth, and how when he finds out she has the miraculous, he will come for her.
Marinette is terrified, and asks what she can do to defend herself. Tikki tells her about the summoning phrase, but Marinette accidentally repeats it and becomes Ladybug.
Ladybug is surprised, but decides to test her powers. She zips around Paris, and ends up on the news, where Hawkmoth sees. He creates an akuma to take back the miraculous.
Ladybug realizes she needs to fight it, like Tikki said, but struggles to do so.
PERSPECTIVE CHANGE
Adrien is shopping with Chloe, and the Akuma creates a disaster. He rushes Chloe and Sabrina behind a tree, but sees a woman with her baby stuck. Without hesitation, he runs to help the woman even though there is danger all around them. Master Fu sees this, and slips him the cat miraculous by shaking his hand and saying something in Chinese, confusing Adrien momentarily.
Adrien encourages Chloe to go home, and he is about to as well. When he is alone, Plagg emerges and says they donât have time to get through introductions.
He says that girl with the spotted outfit needs his help, and only Adrien can save her. Adrien asks why he would do that, and Plagg gives a half-baked response saying itâs because heâs a âgood personâ.
Marinetteâs face comes to mind, and he wants to be like her. So he agrees.
PERSPECTIVE CHANGE
Ladybug is growing tired of evacuating citizens and defending. Soon she will have no energy left to actually fight the akuma.
Ladybug is about to cry, but realizes she is the cityâs only hope against this villain. So, she uses her bug-sight to devise a plan. However, she is too clumsy and tired to execute it and ends up failing and falling. She is caught by a mysterious figure
She looks up dreamily at her rescuer, and he introduces himself hastily as Chat Noir
Ladybug notices another civilian needs help, and goes to help them. Chat noir quickly has to defend them both from flying rubble while she gets them to safety.
Chat Noir asks for a plan, and Ladybug says she has one, but itâs hard to get it to work. Chat Noir says heâll do whatever she asks, and Ladybug blushes while saying thank you.
Chat Noir tries to attack the akuma, but it swats him away. Ladybug expresses concerns but Chat Noir seems exhilarated. The akuma realizes both of the miraculous are there, so they attack them. Chat Noir guides Ladybug to safety while they both run away.
Ladybug says they need to bring the akuma to the football field, since there should be no one there. She tries to explain her plan, but Chat Noir doesnât understand any of it, so he simply says heâll go along with it.
They get to the football field, and Ladybug lucky charms because she needs an extra tool.
She uses her bug sight to formulate a plan, and with his help they tie up the akuma. They are excited, and they seem to be having fun working together.
Once the akuma is taken down, Ladybug notices the butterfly. Chat Noir is about to shoot it down, but Ladybug stops him and cleanses the butterfly instead before fixing all the damage.
Ladybug helps the akumatized person up, asking if heâs alright. Chat Noir notices and smiles.
The press is there to interview their heroes, and Ladybug looks disoriented. Chat Noir holds her hand and tells her to âsmile and waveâ. They look great together :)
THE END! :D
#chocoau#mlb au#mlb#miraculous ladybug#lowkey cringe but I am free#I could write a fanfic about this#but I lowkey donât have time#I have literally four seasons worth of material on me rn#I might have completely rewritten miraculous??#chocoau lore
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