#i need this kind of hug from them so BAD
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Thinking about my f/o opening their arms and mumbling a gentle "come here, I've got you" and wrapping their arms around me, giving me the most loving, secure, and gentle hug they can.
#im so soft rn do not mind me#i need this kind of hug from them so BAD#WAAAAWAAAAAWAAAAAA#fictional other#comfort character#f/o community#f/o positivity#self ship#f/o prompts#f/o x s/i#imagine your fictional other#comfort character imagines#f/o imagines
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its probably just bc im about to get my period but i feel so lonely i could cry right now
#and not the kind of lonely that can be remedied just by general company or whatever#or my divine friends. like love them sm but i need a hug real bad from someone who gets it right now lol#like the kind of lonely where i’m so tired of being around people who don’t feel good about themselves or the world#WHERE ARE ALL THE HAPPY PEOPLE#WHO WANTS TO GO DANCING#WHO WANTS TO GET TOGETHER AND FEEL ALRIGHT?!#like stop the fucking madness i’ve had enough
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aouuugh my uterus......
#long long day at work codeine wasnt helping with cramps and my meds are less effective on my period :(#ive been doing okay most of the day tho just starting feeling kind of miserable omw home bc such a long wait at the bus stop in pain#and im kind of lonely at the moment but wont be able to climb tomorrow bc of cramps so thats my main social source gone :(#and it always feels worse at home bc if im having a hard time like in physical pain or feeling down my roommate cant rly handle it#like she cant rly be in the room with me the headphones go straight on. which is ok im realising its just how her type of autism works#so im trying not to get as upset at her abt it. with varying degrees of success but it just takes time#i mean i dont get upset AT her like ik its not her fault and i dont want her feeling like it is. I keep it internal + cry once im alone#just different social needs n boundaries innit. we're a bit incompatible is all#but its still hard. I'd like support from other ppl when I'm struggling i mean i think thats a fairly normal thing to want#but of the friends I would be comfortable talking to abt how i feel none of them have that kind of emotional availability#which again is ok like its not on them. and im very capable of dealing w my shit myself one way or another so its not a Need#but idk. it would just be nice. I feel like I've had to be so independent most of my teenage and adult life and I wish I could take a#break from that sometimes. even just a hug would be nice man#sorry i always come on here and talk abt the same problems... well youll see me do it again no doubt abt that 🫠#ughh and i feel so guilty for wanting things ppl cant give even though i know its not really my fault either and im allowed to want things#and i dont cross boundaries or make them feel bad abt it. i really hope i dont anyway. but still ahhh...#its so hard for me to feel connected to anyone if they cant rly engage w me emotionally at all like its a non negotiable#factor into closeness and trust for me and i get so frustrated bc i feel so distant and alienated from the ppl i care abt most#and ik i overreact bc of my rsd so maybe its just that its probably not even a real issue. but its real to me bc im the one who gets upset#man. anyway its okay just a really really long day. im gonna wash my dishes and then shower#and finish my book. maybe i should play some dead cells i miss it. i dont really want to think abt how i feel anymore#maybe ill see if anyones free to hang out tmr evening so i dont have to feel as lonely even if i cant leave the house after work#all good nice to have a plan anyway. done sniffling. my hot water bottle is helping thr cramps a littlr i think#.diaries#oh i dont think its helping actually ow. i took more codeine an hour ago why doesnt it do anything. not fairrr 😭
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boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.
‘how come you don’t hug me?’
immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.
‘what?’
‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’
as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.
‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’
fuck now he’s made you feel bad.
‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’
‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’
you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.
‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’
‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’
his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.
‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.
he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.
‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.
he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.
and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.
neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.
‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’
‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’
your giggle was music to his ears.
#toji x reader#incredibly sad#soft toji save me#jjk x you#jjk toji#toji fluff#jjk fluff#jjk#toji headcanons#toji x you#toji x y/n#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji zenin#jjk headcanons#jjk drabbles#jjk fic rec#jjk fic#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic#fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk angst#toji angst#hurt/comfort#toji comfort#jujutsu toji#angst with a happy ending
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The fact that this moment came about right after Fadel saw KantBison being loveydovey in the kitchen pains me so so much.
My poor boy has been trying his best to just do what he's supposed to and keep living a peaceful life, well as peaceful as it can get for an assassin. It makes so much sense why he was so against Bison dating from the beginning. It's not because Fadel doesn't have a heart and just doesn't get it. No, it's because he gets it too well.
Fadel knows what it's like to fall in love, he knows what it's like to be happy, he knows what it's like to want to be free and just live his life the way he wants to with the one he loves. Fadel also knows what it's like to lose that love and happiness, he knows what it's like to be left alone and helpless with nobody to rely on, he knows what it's like to hide his pain so deep inside him that even his closest person cannot feel it, he knows what it's like to lose all hope of escaping and being free, he knows what it's like to try to cope with the fact that he is living a life he doesn't want to live doing something he doesn't want to do by justifying his actions with words he himself doesn't fully believe in.
Fadel knows. He understands. He tried, and he failed. And this failure broke him into pieces, and he hasn't been able to collect those pieces to become whole again. Fadel found his happiness and lost it, so he doesn't want Bison to go through the same pain as he did. He is just trying his best to protect the only one he has left because he couldn't hold on to the one he found.
Can you imagine how Fadel must be feeling every time he sees KantBison together? He must be remembering his own love and how he lost it. He must be feeling so frustrated that he can't stop Bison from going down the same path he did and thus suffering the same way he is suffering. He must be so conflicted between wanting his baby brother to find his happiness and stopping his baby brother from finding said happiness because he knows it won't last for long. He must be torn between wanting Kant to just leave Bison alone while also wishing Kant to be a safe space for Bison, something Fadel himself couldn't have. And most heartbreakingly, every time Fadel sees KantBison falling in love and being happy, he must be yearning to have the same for himself, and hating himself for wanting that because he knows how it ends.
Fadel's heart is not a dead, cold thing. No, it's just a bruised and battered shell devoid of all hope and happiness that Fadel is trying to shield because he fears it can't survive another blow. So Fadel is hiding it so deep inside that it seems that it's not there at all. But it IS there. It is very much beating, and hurting, and yearning for love.
#thk#my sweet little sad baby fadel#i want to hug him so bad#i managed to somehow stop myself from rewatching the episode last night and went to sleep instead#but i have been thinking about this moment ever since i woke up and now all i want to do is sob#this is so sad#my heart is breaking for fadel#i really really hope they properly flesh out fadel's relationship with his ex#now i am one of the biggest jd stans out there and they are my otp no doubt about that#but i really really really want to see them act in romantic scenes with other people#this is really important for them to grow as actors#also i am convinced that jd have a very special kind of energy when they act together that they can't really replicate with anyone else#like they are really good with others but not as good as they are with each other#so i really need them both to act with other people to prove or disprove my theory#anyway i'll go back to crying over fadel as i try to get some work done
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i would love to be john price's (141's) little bird.
(afab reader, you're lowkey a housewife, g/n pronouns, this was also a lot longer than i meant it to be-1.2k words- and i also wrote it entirely in class)
part 2
just the cute little thing he comes home to after long missions; ready to give him anything he needs to fully enjoy his time at home. barefoot and wide-eyed waiting for your bear of a husband to return from his long hard mission, keeping him fed and fucked as much as he needs. and he just loves you so much-- so much that he needs to show everyone how good you are for him.
it's not like he sets out to rub it in, but when his sergeant mentions not having anyone waiting for him at home-- john just can’t help but invite him over, you always talk about how much you love taking care of him, adding another man shouldn't be a problem! and what kind of captain would he be if he didn't take care of his subordinates?
and you aren't complaining! you love when john lets you see into his job! and gaz is just so sweet, saying please and thank you, offering to help clean the dishes, and politely refusing any leftovers even when you all know he has no food to go back to. so, you just have to keep inviting him over, night after night. and he's so good at conversations, even when he and your husband talk with all their military jargon, he makes sure you understand all of it; you just want to keep him in your house forever! so you kind of do…
you can't imagine making him go all the way home to his cold and dark apartment, it's so far and you know he's tired from his month of constant action-- so suddenly kyle has a bedroom set up right next to yours (close enough to hear how john thanks you for being so good to his sergeant, and just maybe a hand goes down below his waistband) a fully stocked bathroom and a place to put his shoes when you all come back your occasion dinners out. (they're dates, you don't think it but they do)
but kyle is not a man so stay silent about his blessings. you're too nice, too pretty to not tell soap about-- and trust john isn't going to complain, and he knows that you won’t either. 'the best roast i think i've ever had' and 'knows exactly how to make a man feel at home' and soap is not one to stray from his desires.
so you end up with your boys, and a bubbling scotsman in your dinning room with no warning. and you're upset, no one told you that you had to make more food and now there isn't enough to give everyone your usual heaping portion- and there is no way you're letting anyone go hungry in your home!
so you end up bouncing around the kitchen, trying to whip something up before the main course finishes in the oven and who but soap offers to help you out! he's got a hand on you at all times (two on your waist when you're chopping the onion, he just wouldn't know what to do with himself if you got hurt making him dinner. so he has to hold you steady, he has to run his hands over your hips keep you stabilized-- don't think too much into it, just stay focused on chopping bonnie)
and soap knows that he can talk for hours, but he can't help it when your eyes light up when he mentions his childhood in scotland and his missions around the world. and your small flinch and frown when he talks about getting hurt. their lass just can't help but worry about them. he just can't stay away from his captains sweet bird-- not when you send him off with a steaming pile of leftovers and a tight hug (pressed against him as hard as you can because you don’t want him to go)
johnny, a man to brag, never shuts up about how it took kyle three months to get a room but it only took him two. (sometimes when he comes back from the bathroom in the morning he can see into your room as you're getting ready. and he doesn't mean to do it but your panties are his favorite shade of blue and they look so amazing on you-- he wants to see them up close so bad.)
and so he tells ghost of all his troubles- unasked and randomly the next time they got sent out. and does ghost really care about johnny's playground crush on their captains bird? yes. how had he been left the only one not getting home cooked meals after being sent out? is he going to say anything about it?
not a chance.
so it takes a little while before the final place at your dinner table to be filled. but after a particularly grueling mission (and already wishing to come over), ghost is finally convinced he belongs with the rest of his team.
and you've never been happier to make extra food; you've been hearing for months about the illusive fourth man of your husband's battalion but having him stand in your kitchen with a cute little store bought dessert was certainly worth the wait. ( 'Ah didnae ken ye liked pink that much, lt' 'it was all they 'ad, can't show up empty 'anded, johnny')
and is he a little awkward and standoffish, of course-- years of military pressure will do that to a man!
and simon is just too sweet, even if he doesn't know it. he's pulling your chair out for you, and running out in the rain to collect the mail that you'd forgotten all about. he even lets you drag him to the grocery store during your weekly trips. (it's not dragging, he'd follow you into the pits of hell if you'd asked him too so the grocery store is really not a big deal.)
everything is just so perfect when all of your the boys are all in the house together!
and suddenly everything in life makes sense again. that plate that you can never reach on the highest shelf in the kitchen, a body is pressed against you as simon leans over you to grab it leaving you with a squeeze to your hip and red face. the gossip that your husband just never understood in the way he should is studently being told to kyle over coffee every morning as your other boys roll out of bed. the soap opera that you rope johnny into watching every thursday night becomes facemasks and wine time.
and john just loves it. he just loves you so much; loves the way you smile at kyles flirting, loves how you cuddle up to johnny on the couch, loves how you let simon hold you so close when you make his tea in the morning, and he just loves teasing you about it. (teasing? yes. making you face the fact that you want your husbands men to run a train on you like a whore. also yes.)
i wanna keep going but i have to let it end at some point
#call of duty#cod#i am so mentally unwell about them like i need it so bad#i would literally be a housewife for them#plz let me find four military men that will dote on me and take me around and fuck me until i cant walk ever again#cod x reader#cod x you#john price#john price x reader#cod smut#soap x reader#john soap mactavish#john mactavish x reader#simon riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader
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Better Than Drugs

Pairings: Namgyu x Fem!Reader | Brief!Thanos x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reconnecting with your shitty ex boyfriend in the games.
Warnings: Language, Substance Abuse, Toxic Relationship, Male Manipulation, Coercion, Smut (+18) mdni, High sex, Dub/con, Choking, Exchange of Bodily Fluids, Unprotected Sex, Unedited (we die like soldiers)
A/n: literally no one will read this but I need him and I wrote this for me!

Being treated like a lamb being led to the proverbial slaughter in a death game sucked ass but seeing your ex boyfriend there sucked even more, somehow. From your vantage point perched on your bed tucked away from all the central conflict, you notice them talking about you again.
Call it past bully traum but you knew when people were talking about you and although you couldn't make out what they were saying, a part of you just knew...
Another vote had ended and Namgyu was still staring at you, his head bowed, chewing his fingernails. He was watching you, while you were forced to watch as democracy crumbled around you.
Your brain made you think Namgyu was perhaps berating you in front of his new friend. Bad-mouthing you to absolutely no end, perhaps saying what a lousy, uptight girlfriend you had been in the outside world. How you kept him from his habit. How you tried to force him into rehab countless times.
And so you shrink into yourself, squeezing yourself further into your bed, hugging your knees.
How were you supposed to know the conversation went nothing like how you thought it was going?
"We need to get her on our team," Thanos had said when the voting concluded and they were watching you pick at your roll of tin-foiled kimbap.
"She's already on our team," Namgyu muttered, more quiet than usual as he watched you through the corner of his eye. He didn't feel like eating. He felt like doing drugs. And fucking, maybe, but eating? It never occurred to him.
Without you to remind him to eat, and to actually take care of his bodily health outside of his substance abuse, he really was a mess.
"Oh yeah," Thanos muttered dumbly before turning back to his own food, "Kay, well, I need to sleep with her."
Namgyu didn't even look up from his food, still leaning against the metal beds as he murmured a quiet, "Nope." Popping his lip, extenuating the 'p'
Thanos himself was rallied into silence as Namgyu casually clicked his tongue before adding, "I called dibs on that bro," he steals another glance. You're searching your chest for a piece of cucumber that's fallen out of the kimbap
This unfortunately, zeroes his gaze in on your ample chest, miraculously squeezed into that tracksuit jacket. Now Namgyu was thinking about your tits while Thanos' head whips to the side, his brow lifted.
Namgyu couldn't take his eyes off you since the games began. Watching you during voting time had stirred up all kinds of lost emotions. The easy and almost thoughtless way you had pressed the blue button before tucking your hands in your pockets, never sparing anyone a second glance. He had to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpant. If it weren't for him you might have continued to go amongst the games as an anonymous spectre, with that cash prize as your only goal.
"I didn't know we were calling dibs!?" Thanos stomped his feet petulantly, "That's not fair, man. Not. Cool."
"That's the point of dibs," Namgyu said, pushing his hair behind his ears as he continued to stare you down. "Who knows how long we'll be here?" As he watched you, he tilted his head downwards, causing a thick shadow to fall over his eyes as he watched you. He leaned against the railings of the metal beds piled up to the ceiling, watching you tuck your hands deeper into the sleeves of your sweater. Really fucking cute.
"B-But Homies don't call dibs on girls!" Thanos whines.
"Yeah," Namgyu nods, "but, I'm gonna need more than magic pills and a homie to get me through the night," He made a ring with his index and thumb finger, pinching his one eye shut as he spied at you through it, "She can help,”
Thanos was quiet, eerily so. Good things never happened when Thanos was quiet,
"Let's go over to her right now then. Since she's stealing my homie-"
That immediately snapped Namgyu out of his lust-filled gaze, promoting his shoulders to straighten as he tried to stop Thanos from taking another step towards you.
"Senorita-" he said in a singsong voice and you rolled your eyes as you saw them approaching. Namgyu walked behind like the shadow he always tried to be, with his hands tucked in his pocket. Your bed is relatively low to the ground and your heart stammered when both their shadows fell over you.
"Don't have any change," your eyes whipped to your ex-boyfriend before narrowing, "Or drugs. Sorry." you mustered a painfully sarcastic smile as you attempted to turn in another direction, hoping they might take the hint.
Thanos' teeth stretched as Namgyu swallowed thickly, watching you in that distinctly predatory way of his as he propped his forearm against the railing of the bed. You hate how both of them make you feel and your eye scans in vain around the premises, hoping someone might save you from the duo.
"Lemme make this quick," Thanos said with his drug addicted hand gestures. "My bro wants you and whatever bro wants-" he taps Namgyu's chest behind you- "Bro gets."
Silence passed with you staring deep into Namgyu's dark, almost sinister black eyes. You admitted that you were still painfully attracted to him. Knowing that he knows your body. He's already seen what hid under your blue tracksuit, it was dizzyingly sobering.
He still seemed so devastatingly sleezy it bordered on attractive, like he didn't care about what anyone really thought of him. It still brought an uncomfortable amount of attraction that you didn't really know what to do with. "No thanks," you said, bending your head to take a bite of the kimbap.
"Cunt." you heard him mumble under his breath. That caused your head whip up to glare at him.
"I'm a cunt because I'd rather not fuck a drug addict?"
"No," Namgyu shrugged, "You're just a cunt."
Your nostrils flared as something diabolical ignited inside you. Up until this point, fear had been the only emotion you allowed yourself to feel. The fear of dying to keep you alive. But right now, you're being plagued with another emotion and it's setting you alight with interest.
Your dating preferences were never orthodox. You knew you could never truly be satisfied with any other timid nice guy, and that's what drew you to him. You hated admitting to it but Namgyu calling you a cunt did more than irritate you, it ignited you.
"I'm not here to make friends,” You marvel now, in the tense darkness, how confident you had been then.
“How about a boyfriend then?” Namgyu asked and Thanos whistled lowly as he mutters a ‘nice bro,’
“How about choking?” You shot back, “I tried the boyfriend thing and he stole all my savings to buy drugs.” Namgyu’s jaw ticked and you can see his fist fold and unfold. Thanos’ commentary continues. ‘Shit boyfriend-’ he says under his breath.
“Don't be a bitch so early in the morning…” Namgyu says finally before turning his head, somewhat distracted, “Or at least I think it's morning. Hyung do you think it's morning-”
Thanos raised his hands, “Morning is what we make it in here, bro.”
“Leave me alone of I'll fucking scream.” you cut through all their useless chatter, letting a tense silence settle between the three of you. Eventually, Thanos reluctantly pulls Namgyu away. Murmuring a quiet ‘just take a hint bro.'
Soon, you were left in your bed but not without one more backwards glance from Namgyu over his shoulder. He wasn't done with you and that thought sat heavily on your shoulders until the robotic voice from unseen speakers made the countdown to lights out.
The very last thing you remembered, before the overhead lights were snuffed out, was his black, almond eyes still watching you from his bed.
The blue 'O' velcroed to your breast burns a hole through your conscience as your eyes flutter open in the middle of the night, really needing to pee. The prize money acts as the only source of gold light illuminating the hall while everyone else remains soundly asleep.
Life in the games was so much more stomachable during the day, but when the lights went out, you were forced to sit with your thoughts. That piggy bank didn't have money inside it, it held bodies, and the ghosts practically filled this room.
Still, you can't help but whisper to yourself, “I really have to pee.” The only thing stopping you from going to the bathroom is the gaze you knew would somehow find you from three beds over. Your ex boyfriend watches you, even when the lights go out.
Paranoia be damned.
Cursing softly, you maneuvered yourself to the ground. Trying to make the least amount of noise possible as you moved through the row of beds.
If you were being followed you'd never know. Everything was too dark but a part of you sighed as you reached the small arched doorway completely unscathed.
Almost unscathed.
Your heart hammers in its cage when you feel his heavy arm settle over your shoulders. Your mouth falls open but Namgyu is already banging on the arched door with a closed fist. You flinch with every loud, metallic hit.
The little window opens to reveal a triangle-masked soldier. He stands there emotionless.
“My girlfriend's on her period- she's bleeding everywhere. We need the bathroom.”
There is silence from the Guard who is clearly unimpressed. Just before the little window is about to slide shut Namgyu kicks at the door, “Hey! I wanna fuck my girl- if you want, we could do it out here?!”
You try to wrench yourself out of his grip, toilet be damned but your heart absolutely sinks to find the pink soldier opening the metal door.
Namgyu only twirls, pumping his fist before pulling you in his arms, biting back a smile.
“Can't believe that worked,” Namgyu says, with a raised eyebrow and a happy little shrug as he drags you across the threshold. The trip to the women's bathroom is relatively short as you writhe and fight in his hands. There's virtually no reason for the pink guard to think any of this was consensual but they kept their stoicism on their face as you reached the girl's bathroom.
“We'll be quick,” Namgyu assures the guard with a tight sort of smile before pushing you into the bathroom, and closing the door after himself.
You trip on your way running into one of the stalls and he watches you, biting his nail.
“This is the girls bathroom, or are you too high to notice?” You hiss absolute venom as he bites his fingernail.
“Nah, I'm sober right now, which means I need something to take the load off.”
“Cool. Use your hand,” you sigh from within the stalls before dropping your pants to pee. It irked you that he was standing there, on the other side… waiting for you.
You make quick work of it all. Wiping, flushing, and making a beeline for the sinks. He lets you wash your hands but before you make it to the door his arms are wrapped around your waist.
“Uh Uh,” he tsks, “No ‘i miss you’ kiss, huh?” He drags you into his arms, kicking and screaming as he swipes your brains from across your panicked face.
“Only competent boyfriends get kisses,” Despite the fuss, the door doesn't open. Those guards have quite literally abandoned you in here to fend for yourself.
“I can make it up to you,” he said, “I miss you really bad, baby,” Namgyu's pushing your back against the sink, stained with that sickening, pastel colour as he lowers his nose into the crook of your neck. You writhe as he breathes you in deeply, before sighing. His erection pressed against your thigh.
“Someone else could walk in here,” you cry, feeling a dampness seep out of you, wetting your underwear. Your body was being traitorous because it was enjoying feeling anything other than fear. It yearned for it.
“Sto-” you attempt to catch your breath as he gropes at your breasts from over your tracksuit. “Stop touching me-” you say despite your legs getting weaker and weaker.
“You don't get to touch me anymore. You lost that privilege when you stopped being my boyfriend.” He was so much taller than you when he stretched his hand across your cheeks, forcing your neck back to make more space for his lips. A moan nearly spills out of you.
His hands are trembling and his tongue swipes out to lick the length of your neck. To your shock and horror, you melt in his grasp.
“You don't mean that-” he whispers against your skin. “No one's gonna fuck you like I do-”
“No one's going to steal my money like you do either-”
His hand flies down to your throat, choking as he says through clenched teeth, “I told you I had a problem-” he squeezes and for the briefest moment, you see stars. “I needed help and you abandoned me, you bitch-”
“I didn't abandon you-” His lips are on yours, silencing you in one messy kiss that him forcing his tongue into your mouth.
“You gonna be good for me, Huh?’ He says, hoarsely, your eyes glare up at him.
“Leave me alone-”
“You know I love it when you try to fight back,” his mouth breathes against your hair, “You trying to get me riled up babe, huh?”
His fingers find the lining of your own sweatpants and your heart stammers as he turns to push your front against the sink. Your hand grips at the cheap plaster and you avoid your own traitorous reflection in the mirror, lest you find not only fear in your eyes, but lust
“You know how bad I've needed this- fuck,” his voice cracks when fumbles his cock out, grinding against your ass with his eyes closed in ecstasy and his mouth hanging open. Your finger curls around the sink as the first moan slips out of you. It had his eyes flying open to look down at you in amusement and awe.
“I knew you weren't a completely stuck-up bitch,” he says, pulling you up by the base of the throat, “I knew you still wanted me.”
“I don't,” you squeak out as he pulls down your pants.
“No- but your body does,” he swipes your underwear to the side.
Your body spasms as he roughly sinks his digits into you once before pulling out.
“You miss me real bad,” he brings your fingers up in front of your face and your heart drops to find the arousal webbing his index and middle.
He continues to swipe your arousal from from your ass to your puffy clit and the need wracks through your entire body, building as you arched your ass backwards against him.
His mouth is by your ear, breathing heavily as he lines his cock up at your entrance, already leaking precum, “I know I gave you hell when we were out there-”
“Hell doesn't begin to cover- FUCK-” he rams his cock into you. Positively brimming with need as his hips stutter against you.
“Y-ou stole my fucking savings for drugs-” you get the sentence out quickly before moaning into the air, as your boyfriend fucks out all the frustration he's been carrying, all the need and the withdrawal.
“And I ate you out as an apology-” He reaches his hand around to clamp down on the base of your throat. Your mouth falls open when he cranes our neck back, his eyes boring into yours. “Don't you miss it baby, don't miss having me inside of you?”
“Y-Your eyes are diluted-” you begin to say, utterly incredulous. “You're high right now!”
His hips thrusts in shallow, quick strokes. “And your pussy's wet, guess we're both fucked.”
Your pussy tightens around him like a long lost friend, it knocks you out how deeply you've craved him. Needing reprieve from all the fear. “You're squeezing around my cock, you fucking slut-” that nearly has you seeing stars. Your body spasms.
“That it…” he whispers, “Don't think I haven't forgotten the way you abandoned me out there… But in here,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, “You dont so much as fucking breathe without my permission.”
Your eyes squeeze shut as his cock hits that particular pillow of nerves inside you, nearly flipping you off the edge.
“Spit on my hand,” he says, an edge to his voice that let you know he was far too close. You forgot how messy things got when you had sex with him. How much of a mess he made of you.
You do it without thinking about it and his eyes widen as he presses that same hand to your clit.
“F-Fuck!” Your eyes are squeezed shut as he reaches around to rub you to your orgasm. His movements only fumble when his hips start stuttering.
“N-Need you to cum for me-” he breathes out. “I’m jittery- baby. I need it- shit-” you slip into your orgasm right in front of him, milking his cock for all its worth. “F-Fuck this is so much better than drugs,” he murmers, eyes rolled back as a drunken smile ghosts over his face. He's in complete and utter euphoria.
Two rough knocks on the door signal the need for your return but Namgyu's cock is still spilling ropes of his cum inside you and you're doing nothing but taking it.
“I hate you,” you breathe out, because it's true. If it weren't for him you wouldn't be here.
His breath is warm against your neck as he says, “I love you too.
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gege, help!!
you're afraid you'll finish highschool without knowing how to kiss. don't worry though, caleb gege always has a solution. - 1.9k w. not proofread srry</3 cw.: a single mention of deepthroating, mentions of masturbation and fingering, dry humping, caleb is called gege, caleb calls you little apple, pipsqueak, good girl and baby, implied cunnilingus at the end ig..
Caleb thinks that at some point in his childhood, the line where what he thought was fraternal love finished, and his boyish hunger for you started blending dangerously close.
Even though he was only a year older, he was always in charge of taking care of you while grandma was busy.
Your cutesy backpack is too heavy for you to carry after school? Gege can handle it. It’s raining and the dark skies are roaring too loud? Gege will cover your ears while you bury your chubby cheeks on his neck. Some ugly kids at school made fun of the piggytails he did on your hair? Oh don’t worry, gege will have a little chat with them.
While you two were still young, him being eight years old and you seven, it came off just as his helpful, cool, big brother act but as you two grew, grandma’s eyes were always peeled open and focused on Caleb’s movements. Oh do not get me wrong, she loved him, yes, but she knew there was something rotten in eighteen years old Caleb’s mind.
You weren’t gege’s little apple anymore, your style was different, you grew a little taller, you didn’t need Caleb’s help to brush your hair anymore, nor did you need to bury your face in his beefy arms to muffle the disturbing noises of storms. You two were still close, he walked you to your classes, helped you with stem exams –he insisted on helping because it was, not so secretly, his way of showing off– , he listened to your complaints about your friends and girly gossip.
You two were close, always have been, but he notices that during bedtime, your lips press a little longer on his cheek before you go to your room. When you hug him from behind all he can focus on is on your boobs squished between you two. You grew. Caleb doesn’t know if that triggers a bitter taste under his tongue or if it ignites an overwhelming heat on his lower stomach.
You were a pretty little thing, of course other boys in your class probably- no- definitely eyed you with malice. Oh he feels dizzy. His baby apple? Being thirsted over by other men? Nuh uh.
Things go bad bad when you’re complaining about your ‘girl problems’ sprawled in his bed with your tummy down. If he had to be honest, he wasn’t paying attention, his back faced you as he sat on his desk, focused on his physics problems. His brain shuts down once you mention something in particular.
“-So yeah, i dunno if i’ll go on the date. I don’t want my first kiss to be with a random highschool boy.” You sigh while burying your face in his pillow. Did they ever smell this good?
If his back wasn’t turned to you, you’d definitely be able to see his brain trying to process the information.
He repeats quietly. “Date?”
“Well yeah- ah Caleb! Pay attention to what i’m saying!” You groan. “The situation is tragic! I don’t wanna leave highschool without a single kiss” Then, a dramatic cry escapes your throat. He knows what you’re doing. “I dun’ wanna kiss a random boy though.”
“Kiss me then.”
He spins on his chair to finally face you, calmly staring at your body. Your pajama shorts cling to your ass stupidly tight, he is surprised grandma hasn’t nagged at you to throw it out yet. The words slip from his lips with a little too honesty, a little too quick, a little too eager and the moment you notice he isn’t joking you jump on the mattress.
“Caleb!” You cry out, “I’m serious. Like, serious, serious!”
“You wanted a solution, i gave you one, pips.” He shrugs.
He can see that for a moment, you consider it before shaking your head quickly. “It’s wrong!”, is what you claim and it only makes that rotten streak in him grow a little stronger. The thought of having this kind of little secret between you two, you in his bed whining so cutely in such… indecent outfit. Caleb feels his cock twitch in his boxers eagerly.
“It’s only wrong if you tell grandma.” He counters. “You want a kiss, i offered you one. Nothing wrong with that, pipsqueak.” You hate how his words sound too sweet, dripping from his tongue with honey. You wanted to deny it just a little longer but your cunt betrays you the second you think about your old fantasies about him.
You swore to yourself you’d never think about it again, punishing your mind for thinking about Caleb while stuffing your fingers in your virgin cunt. You promised yourself every time it was the last time you’d pinch your clit under your pink duvet while thinking about how big gege’s hands were and how he manhandles you around effortlessly when you two are roughhousing.
Or quietly watching porn on your phone, locked in the bathroom, wondering what does gege like- what would he do to you. Was his cock bigger than the ones you’ve seen in cheap porns? Would he stuff your throat roughly even if you cried and tapped on his thigh for mercy? Or would he finger you until your legs shaked and you squirted- could you even do that?
Last time my ass.
It all rises to the surface too quickly. Your head, once buried in his pillow- and scent-, snaps back up to look back at him. “What if i mess up though?” And to your pouty lips and meek voice, Caleb has to hold back so his eyes don’t roll to the back of his skull.
“Gege will teach you, then.”
Your brain doesn’t register what comes next, foggy with need you didn’t know was so bad. The wheels on his office chair glide quickly on the floor and in a second, he pulls you to his lap.
He knows he should be subtle about it, grandma is just a bedroom away from grounding them forever, but it feels so right- and you don’t fight it. So, if there were any lines Caleb ever crossed, it’s okay because you did the same, no? It’s not so bad.
You get shaky when you’re embarrassed. He knows that. The way your figure trembles like a leaf on his lap makes his head spin, his only wish is that you don’t notice how hard he is under you. Trying to keep his composure, he licks his lips.
“We can start slow, m'kay? You trust gege, don’t you baby apple?” He coos, looking at you through his lashes and blinking innocently, his lilac eyes hiding danger behind his puppy-like behavior.
At your little childish nod and flushed cheeks, Caleb groans but continues, leaning closer to your face. “Can i, baby?” The hair on your nape stands up at the feeling of his hot breath so close to your face. Your lips part in a failed attempt to say something. Embarrassed, your hands, once clawing at your thighs’ skin nervously, cover your face shyly.
He pouts. “Oh no, baby… no hiding. ‘S just gege, baby apple. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I know everything ‘bout you already, don’t i, baby? Relax.” Caleb reassures softly, holding your wrists down with his hands so he can look at your distressed face.
Finally, you nod along to his first request. Caleb’s vision goes white.
Letting your wrists go, his hand slithers to the back of your neck, holding your head in place while the other rests on your waist, pressing your clothed core down on his boner. He grunts before finally pressing a gentle peck to your soft lips to see your reaction.
You lean in closer, hands turning into fists and holding onto his shirt, eyes fluttering close to avoid more embarrassment. You do the same, mimicking his movements and sealing his lips with a shy kiss.
Caleb smiles proudly against your lips, tilting his head to give a kiss to the corner of your lips and blow raspberries on your pink cheeks, igniting a girlish giggle from you. Sweet praises drip from his tongue with care and need, making your body grow hotter. “See pips? Nothing intimidating. Y’er doing so good, baby apple, can we go further?”
You peek through your fluttering lashes and there they are again, his lilac eyes look a little darker now but stare at you with the same need and want from before. “Please.’’
His lips meet yours again in a hungry kiss. A little surprised moan escaping your mouth is all he needs to swipe his tongue on your bottom lip before nibbling on it teasingly. His hips twitch up like a horny teen desperate for contact and all you can do is reciprocate with the same feeling, humping your clothed pussy on the tent in his sweats.
Your still shaky hands snake from his chest to his face, clinging to it as if you were afraid that if you let go, he’s going to slip away through your fingers and vanish forever. Meanwhile, his own hand, once on your waist holding you in place, slithers under your pajama top to feel your skin.
Caleb is grateful that your eyes are closed and can’t see how his purple hues roll back at any small touch. To finally feel you, be engulfed in your smell, to hear your awkward whines of embarrassment… He feels pathetic. He knows he should stick to the cool “older” figure a little longer but his mind is just so foggy with the thought of having you even if just for a moment.
You pulling away for air makes him whine, the stronger hand in your nape pushing your face closer to his for another kiss. This time, his tongue finally meets yours, provoking a moan to escape your lips for the nth time.
It’s messy, of course, but he doesn’t care. He can practice with you all day long if that’s what you wish. You shoot your best shot, sucking on his tongue unsurely but still trying to match his pace.
“Mgh- good girl, baby. Doing s’good f’me-” Caleb praises out of air, his lips never far from yours.
“C-caleb!-” You stutter and pant as the hand under your top squeezes your boob, the fat fitting just right under his big palm. You squeal at the moment he pinches your nipple, the sensation new, but not bad.
“Gege, baby apple. No Caleb, m'kay? Miss you calling me that.” He tuts and gives you a last, affectionate peck before rising from the chair none of you noticed squeaking under so much weight and movement.
Instinctively clinging to his torso as he walks around the hot room, Caleb plops you on his bed. You trust Caleb enough to not bother to open your eyes but curiosity bubbles inside you when you don’t feel his weight on the mattress beside you.
Caleb kneels down on the floor, pulling your legs just a little closer to the edge of the bed and parting them. A smile blooms in his face. He takes notes to buy you more of these stupidly tiny shorts. Your pussy, drenched enough to stain not only your frilly, pink panties but also the fabric of your pj’s, stares back at him, he swears his mouth waters at the sight.
“Baby, can gege show you something else? But promise you’ll stay quiet f’me.”
Caleb wasn’t sure when but he was sure that he crossed a line he shouldn’t have. And that his hots for you weren’t just a boyish hunger.
uhm is this anything...
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drunk call
pairing. bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary. when you’re in need of a safe way home from the bar, the first person you think of in your drunken haze is bucky, who comes to get you in an instant
content warnings. sm fluff, unestablished relationships, pining, idiots in love, alcohol consumption, r being super drunk lol, thunderbolts era bucky, softie!bucky (my beloved), slightly affectionate&touchy reader (sfw), pet names (sweetheart), r being called pretty, not proofread
word count. 1905
a/n. thunderbolts era bucky and tfatws bucky are rotting my brain away i love him your honor. not proofread



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admittedly, you’d maybe had one too many drinks tonight.
when you received a text from an old friend of yours saying she was in the city, claiming she had the night free, of course you were going to make some time to see her. it was a night well spent at the bar, too. the drinks were good, you’d caught up on a lot of life with her, jokes were thrown around that had you both doubled over in laughter in the small booth you were cozied up in. the odd glances thrown your way at your giggles only made things worse for the two of you.
your friend called it a night around 11. the only reason she was in the area was for work, and with her luck, they’d scheduled her with a meeting very early the next day. it was time for her to head out, especially now that her boyfriend had arrived, ready to carefully help her to their hotel.
“do you want me to stay?” your friend slurred, grabbing ahold of her boyfriends arm as he guided her up to her feet. “we can stay. wanna make sure you get home safe.”
“i’m okay,” you told her, a genuine, reassuring smile on your face as your words slurred just as bad as yours. “promise i’ll get home safe, i’ll text you when i do.”
the way you rose to your feet wasn’t the most elegant, though you fit right in with the atmosphere. you wrapped each other up in a large hug, bidding each other a giggly goodbye, promising to keep in touch. her boyfriend gave you a small wave before he helped her out of the bar and away from your sight. that’s when you let yourself slide back into the booth, fumbling with your purse in search of your phone. your promise was true to her, you were going to get home safe. while you only stayed a few blocks away from the bar, you weren’t quite comfortable walking home in the state you were in, not like you’d walked there three hours ago.
your mind slipped straight to the thought of bucky as you pulled up your contacts, searching for his name and number. your thoughts often slipped to the man, it was hard for them not to. in the few months you’d known the man, living in the rebuilt avengers tower, you grew quite fond of him. it was a little unexpected.
you weren’t searching for anything romantic when you’d somehow stumbled upon the new team. you were focused on a list of other things - your mental health, your career (though being a now nearly full-time superhero wasn’t exactly what you’d envisioned), your hobbies -, so it caught you off guard when you noticed your growing feelings towards bucky. you began to seek him out in a way you hadn’t with anyone else. despite being a little tough and uptight at times, not really the most talkative person ever, he was kind. he had a nice sense of humor, too. dry, sarcastic, a little playful. at times, you were convinced that playfulness with you bordered flirtation.
that’s why you had found your way to bucky again in your drunken mind. you always felt oddly safe with him, anyways. it was comforting how protective he could be, a subtle sort of thing that you admired about him. you pressed your phone against your ear rather harshly as you listened to your phone ring a handful of times. the noise had you zoned in to the point you barely noticed he’d picked up, a curious ‘hello’ ringing into your ears. your body straightened up at the sound of his voice, a dopey smile finding your lips.
“hey!” you said cheerfully, hand gripping your phone tight as you began rambling to him in an obvious slur. “i’m so sorry if you were asleep or if you’re busy, but i’m kinda really drunk right now, i’m a few blocks away at a bar. is there any chance you’d, i dunno, come get me and walk me home? so i’m not alone? it’s totally okay if not!”
you realized how desperate you must sound calling him like this. you weren’t sure if he’d caught on to your slightly obvious feelings for him yet, but if he had even an idea that you might like him, this call was incriminating. you were calling him of all people, rather than simply calling a cab or an uber, or even just sticking it out and walking anyways.
“of course,” bucky told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. his response was immediate, without a second thought. those two words alone made your heart flutter inside of your chest. you passed along the name of the bar, one he’d remembered from passing so many times. he knew his way around the city well, and promised to be there in 10.
the moment you’d hung up the phone, soft giggles slipped from your mouth, the same wide smile on your face still present. you ordered yourself one last drink while you waited, closing your tab while you were up before you left and forgot. you sat in your booth in silence as you waited, gaze settling on to the drink that you sipped on. your body was beginning to feel a little heavy, the alcohol and your sleepiness starting to settle in now that you weren’t so focused on an ongoing conversation.
you were so zoned in, in fact, that you didn’t realize bucky had finally found his way to the bar, beelining to you in a slow, steady strut. his head tilted to the side when he stopped at your table, biting back a smile. you still hadn’t noticed him yet.
“hey there sweetheart,” bucky spoke smoothly, sliding on the opposite side of the booth. he noticed you still had a drink and decided to give you time to finish. your head shot up to look at him, eyes wide and gleaming the moment you recognized his voice. you gave him the same dopey smile you had when you’d called him. “mind if i take you home?”
you giggled at his words, biting your lower lip as you began to put on a show, thinking a little for a response you already had. you gave him a hum, words slurring still as you respond. “well i suppose so.”
you sipped the rest of you drink away after you spoke, quickly wiping away the drop that slipped from your lips clumsily. whether that clumsiness was because you were drunk or because bucky made you nervous, you weren’t quite sure. regardless, your nose scrunched up a little in embarrassment, trying your best to shake it off. he didn’t seem to mind or even notice. bucky had a small, content smile on his face, his blue eyes shining gently as he gazed at you.
the moment you set the glass down, his fingers found their way to it, taking it into his hand. he pushed himself back up from the worn booth, watching as you fumble to grab your purse and phone. the hand bucky offered up was his left. the metal felt nice against your buzzing warm, buzzing skin as you accepted it, letting him assist you to your feet. despite how hard the metal was, he was gentle with the way he held your hand, guiding you towards the bar again to give the bartender your empty glass.
bucky’s hand left yours, only to grasp ahold of your purse and your phone to carry it for you. he helped you towards his right side, wrapping that arm comfortably around you, hand bracing your waist as respectfully as he could. he began walking the two of you out the bar and onto the streets in a comfortable silence neither of you broke. you began leaning into him, still a little unsteady on your feet as you stumble slightly down the street.
your head eventually found comfort in bucky’s shoulder, the weight becoming nearly too much for you to bear on your own. you missed the way he smiled, small and proud as he continues to guide you through the city. that’s when he started to speak in a low mumble, voice deep, his tone sending shivers down your spine.
“you look pretty tonight,” bucky complimented, his head turning to look down at you fondly. it wasn’t often he got to see you like this, a little skirt he’d helped you pull back down into place just a minute or two previously. the shirt you wore was a little low cut, too, just enough to show some cleavage. that’s not why he gave you the sentiment. he rarely got to see you put together. it was usually sweaty work out clothes or bloodied uniforms he saw you in. this was a nice change.
bucky watched the way you smile wide, nose scrunching up again at his words. you tilted your head up to see him, sincerity laced in every inch of his face. while collecting your thoughts, you pressed your cheek into his arm as you stare up into his eyes, clinging to his body for dear life as you try not to fall. his strong arm kept you upright, though, careful not to let you drop to the ground.
“thank you,” was all you could manage out in a small voice, a hand of yours gently grasping at the sleeve of his leather jacket. it was then that you’d finally made it to the rebuilt tower, bucky swiping the both of you in, before holding the door wide open for you. he watched the way you stumbled into the building with an appreciative smile, before looking back at him expectedly. you had your hand extended outwards for him, searching for his touch
bucky took your hand without a second thought, letting his fingers intertwine with yours, before you guys made your long way towards the living quarters. even when you’d entered the elevator, three empty walls and a long railing for you to grasp ahold of to find your footing, you still held onto him. he was already helping you, anyways, so why would you let go now?
he continued to walk you out of the elevator when it’d reached high inside of the tower, helping you all the way to your bedroom door. bucky positioned you in front of him, letting go of your hand only to reach to your hair, tucking pieces behind your ear and out of your face.
“think you can find the rest of your way?” he asked, his hands smoothing down your hair once, before dropping it to his side. you gave him a lazy nod, eyes beginning to droop with exhaustion.
“yeah, i think should be fine,” you answered, offering a small smile. before you could overthink, you took two steps forward, arms reaching up to wrap around bucky’s shoulders. he blinked a few slow times, arms finding their way around your torso carefully as he embraces you. he tugged you a little closer to him, letting his chin rest gently on top of your shoulder. the hand that wasn’t holding your belongings smoothed up your back, a weak attempt to soothe you.
“thanks for walking me home, buck,” you whispered. “it means a lot. you’re a great guy.”
“anytime, sweetheart. just give me a call and i’ll be there.”
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You around kids





fem!reader
characters: zoro, sanji, law, shanks and ace
tags: fluff, light comedy, established relationship, comfort, emotional bonding, humor
a/n: sorry it's all cramped but I reached tumblr's limits of blocks per post, so if you need a easier way to read this, click on the ao3 link!!
words count: around 2.2k - 3.4k each
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── .✦ Zoro:
The sun is warm but not too hot. A soft breeze plays with your hair as you walk beside Zoro through the busy town streets. The island is new, full of life and color, and the crew has scattered to do their own things. Nami went shopping, Sanji chased after ingredients... or maybe girls, and Luffy? Who knows.
You, on the other hand, just wanted a calm day. A nice walk. No drama. Zoro didn’t have any plans, so he chose to stay with you.
“Didn’t feel like wandering off,” he said with a shrug “Plus, you always get lost.”
“I do not!” you argue with a little laugh.
“You got lost on the ship” he says with a smirk.
You roll your eyes, bumping his arm lightly with your shoulder “That happened once. And you’re the one to talk???”
Zoro just grunts, amused, and keeps walking beside you. His hands are in his pockets, his swords resting at his side like always. He walks with that usual lazy confidence, but you can tell he’s relaxed.
Then, you hear a small cry. Like a kid. You stop walking “Did you hear that?”
Zoro lifts his head “Yeah.”
You both follow the sound, turning down a quieter street. And there, near the side of a fruit stand, is a small boy. He can’t be older than five. His face is red from crying, his small hands wiping at his eyes. He looks scared.
“Hey, sweetie,” you say gently, kneeling in front of him “What’s wrong?”
The boy looks up at you with big teary eyes “M-Mommy’s gone…”
“Oh no,” you whisper “You got separated?”
He nods fast, then suddenly throws his arms around you. You nearly fall back from the sudden hug but Zoro puts a hand on the back of your head, gently, just to keep you balanced.
Zoro’s eyes widen. You glance up at him, then back down at the boy. He’s shaking.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay...” you say, rubbing his back “We’ll help you find her. I promise.”
The boy doesn’t let go. He clings tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear too.
Zoro scratches the back of his neck “You sure about this? We could find a guard or something.”
You give him a look “Zoro, he’s terrified. Would you want a stranger dragging you around if you were five?”
He sighs “Fine. So we’re babysitters now.”
You smile a little “Just until we find his mom.”
Zoro folds his arms, watching the boy with a face that’s trying very hard not to be soft “What’s his name?”
You turn to the boy “Sweetie, what’s your name?”
He sniffs “Kenji.”
“Okay, Kenji,” you say with a warm smile “I’m Y/N and this is Zoro. He’s kind of grumpy, but he’s nice.”
Zoro makes a sound like a scoff, but he doesn’t argue.
Kenji peeks up at Zoro “You have swords…”
Zoro raises a brow “Yeah. Don’t worry. I only use them on bad guys.”
Kenji nods seriously, then looks back at you “You’re really pretty…”
Your face heats up a little. Zoro frowns “Kid, don’t start.”
You laugh, standing up slowly as Kenji keeps his little hand in yours “Alright, let’s find your mom, okay?”
Kenji nods, still holding onto you like you’re his lifeline.
Zoro walks on your other side, still acting cool but every now and then, you catch him glancing down at the kid. And maybe, just maybe, you see a small smile on his face. Just a little one.
You’ve been walking around the town for a while now, asking people if they’ve seen Kenji’s mom. A few shopkeepers shake their heads.
Some say, “Sorry, haven’t seen any woman looking for a kid.”
You try the market square next. No luck there either.
Kenji’s small hand is still in yours, holding tight like he’s afraid to let go. His other hand rubs at his eye now and then, but he’s not crying anymore. Still, he stays close. You’re like his safe space now.
You glance down at him “Kenji, do you remember where you last saw your mom? Were you near a shop?”
He shakes his head slowly “I was looking at fish. Then I turned and she was gone.”
“Fish,” Zoro repeats “That narrows it down to…everywhere.”
You sigh “We’ll keep looking.”
Kenji tugs on your hand “Are you tired? I can walk by myself.”
Your heart melts “I’m okay, Kenji. But thank you.”
Then suddenly he reaches out and grabs Zoro’s hand too and you both freeze. Zoro stares at the small hand holding his, like it’s some kind of bomb.
Kenji doesn’t notice. He just keeps walking like it’s the most normal thing in the world, one hand in yours, one hand in Zoro’s. As if he’s done it a hundred times.
You glance at Zoro, and your face gets warm. Really warm. This…looks kind of cute. No… more than cute. It looks like… a little family.
Zoro’s eye twitches. He knows what it looks like too.
A woman passing by gives you a soft smile “Oh, what a sweet family.”
You nearly choke “Oh! We’re not—uh—we’re just helping—”
Zoro mutters under his breath, “For the love of… please don’t let anyone from the crew see this.”
You whisper back, “Why? Afraid they’ll think you’ve gone soft?”
He scowls “They will. And they’ll never shut up about it.”
But he doesn’t pull his hand away from Kenji’s. Not even when the kid swings his hands a little. You try not to smile too much, but your cheeks still feel hot.
“Y’know,” you say after a moment, “you don’t look that grumpy right now.”
Zoro gives you a side-eye “Say that again and I’ll let you get lost on purpose.”
You grin “Worth it.”
Kenji suddenly asks, “Are you and the sword guy married?”
You and Zoro speak at the same time.
You: “W-what? No!”
Zoro: “Hell no!”
You look at Zoro kinda offended by his tone.
Kenji tilts his head “But you look like it…”
Zoro lets out a long sigh “Kid, you really trying to make my day harder?”
You can’t stop laughing now. Even Zoro, after a beat, smiles just a little. Just enough to make your heart do a little flip.
The sun’s still out, the breeze still nice and you still haven’t found Kenji’s mom, but…you’re doing okay. And as long as the kid keeps walking between you and Zoro, hands held tight, maybe it’s not such a bad way to spend the day.
Kenji’s hand is still snug in yours, and Zoro hasn’t pulled away from the other side either, though his eye twitches every few minutes like he’s trying to pretend it’s not happening.
You’re still wandering through the streets, asking around and scanning every corner for a woman calling out for her son. No luck. Then suddenly, Kenji tugs at your hand and mumbles, “I’m hungry…”
You pause “Oh… right. You haven’t eaten anything.”
Zoro groans immediately “We don’t have time to stop and eat. We’re looking for your mom, remember?”
Kenji’s bottom lip quivers “But… my tummy hurts…”
He rubs his stomach with both hands now, giving you the most tragic look you’ve ever seen. You’re done. Defeated.
“Zoro,” you whisper, “he’s so cute. Let him eat.”
Zoro crosses his arms “He’ll survive. Kids bounce back.”
Kenji grabs your arm again “Please… just a snack?”
Your heart melts into a puddle “Zoroooo…”
Zoro looks at you and you’re doing it too… That look. Eyes wide, soft voice, the tiniest pout. Now both you and Kenji are staring at him like abandoned puppies in the rain.
He curses under his breath “You guys are teaming up on me.”
You say nothing, you just keep pouting. He rubs his face like this is physical pain “Fine. Fine. Twenty minutes.”
Kenji jumps up and cheers “Yay!”
You smile up at Zoro, wrapping your hand around his arm “Thanks, babe. You’re the best.”
He groans again, but you catch the way his ears turn a little red. You head toward a food stall nearby, and as soon as you do, you hear a loud voice call out “Oi! Zoro! Y/N!”
You both turn and there they are.
Luffy and Sanji, carrying way too many bags and snacks.
Sanji’s eyes go wide when he sees the kid. He drops his bags “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
Kenji looks up at you, his mouth full of fried dough “Who’s the loud guy?”
Sanji points dramatically at Zoro “How could you?! You stole her away and now—now you even have a child?!”
Zoro blinks “What are you talking about? Do you know how kids are made?”
Luffy laughs “He looks just like your kid. You’re all holding hands and stuff. It’s so cute! You should make a real one!”
Sanji falls to the ground instantly “I’m dying. I’m literally dead. This is hell.”
You’re laughing too hard to speak.
Kenji, still chewing, leans over to Zoro “Are those your friends? They’re weird.”
Zoro sighs “You have no idea.”
Luffy crouches next to Kenji, nose almost touching his “Heyyy, what’s your name?”
“Kenji!”
“Cool name! You wanna be a pirate?”
Zoro grabs Luffy by the back of his vest and yanks him away “No recruiting children.”
Sanji stands back up, wiping his nose “Mon dieu… Y/N, if you ever decide you want real romance, you know where to find me.”
You smile sweetly “You’d have to fight Zoro for me first.”
Sanji turns pale, not because he’s scared but because you think of Zoro right away “…I’m good.”
Kenji tugs your sleeve again “Are they always like this?”
“Pretty much” you say with a giggle. Zoro mutters, “You get used to it.”
Even as the chaos unfolds, Zoro moves just a little closer to you. His hand brushes against yours again and Kenji, still holding your other hand, starts humming happily between bites.
After the chaos (and mild heartbreak) that was Luffy and Sanji, you wave them off with a tired smile. Sanji is still crying in the background. Luffy’s trying to steal a meat bun from someone’s cart.
“Bye, Kenji!” Luffy shouts cheerfully “Don’t forget to train so you can join my crew!”
“I won’t!” Kenji waves both hands like you’re sending off a ship.
You tug his sleeve gently “Okay, come on. Let’s keep going.”
Zoro mutters under his breath as you walk again, heading farther into the town “Out of everyone… they had to be the ones we run into.”
You smirk “Could’ve been worse.”
“No. That was the worst.”
“Even worse than running into ALL of them together?”
He gives you a sharp side-eye “Don’t push your luck.”
You giggle, swinging Kenji’s hand a little as you walk. He’s full now, calmer, but still sticking to you like glue. Zoro’s hands are back in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched. He looks like he wants to complain, but he’s still here. That says enough.
Then, out of nowhere, Kenji tugs at your hand and looks up at you seriously “Miss Y/N? Can I call you Mama?”
You freeze. Everything around you stops. The breeze. The street noise. Even Zoro seems to pause mid-step. You blink at him “W-What?”
Kenji looks a little nervous now, like he’s not sure if he’s done something wrong “I know you’re not really… but you’re really nice, and you make me feel safe like my mama does. I miss her…”
Your throat closes. You don’t even know what to say. Tears prick at your eyes so fast you can’t stop them. One slides down your cheek before you can hide it.
You crouch down, hugging him gently, trying not to cry too hard “Kenji… I’m sure your mom misses you too. We’re gonna find her, okay? I promise.”
He nods, leaning into your hug.
Zoro is quiet behind you. For once, not a single sarcastic comment. When you glance up at him, you see that flicker in his eyes. Something soft. Something… careful. He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you. And somehow, that silence means more than words.
You’re walking again, slowly now. Kenji hums as he walks between you and Zoro, swinging your hands. He’s more cheerful after eating, even skipping a little. It’s almost hard to believe this is the same scared little boy from earlier.
Then you hear a woman’s voice, panicked and breathless “Kenji?! Kenji!!”
All three of you turn around, a woman is running toward you, her eyes wide with worry. Her hair’s a bit messy.
Kenji gasps “Mama!!”
He lets go of both your hands and runs to her. You and Zoro stop walking, watching as he throws himself into her arms. She catches him and falls to her knees, hugging him tightly.
“Oh, thank god,” she whispers, burying her face in his shoulder “I’ve been looking everywhere, Kenji, I was so scared…”
“I’m okay, Mama!” he says brightly “I wasn’t alone!”
You and Zoro stand quietly a few steps away, watching them hold each other. Zoro crosses his arms and says nothing. But his expression is… softer now. Thoughtful.
Then, Kenji turns and grabs his mom’s hand.
“Come on! Come meet them!” he says, tugging her toward you.
She lets herself be pulled along and gives you a teary smile “You… You helped him?”
You nod “Yeah. He was alone and crying. We couldn’t just leave him.”
She presses a hand to her chest, still catching her breath “Thank you. Truly. I don’t know what I would’ve done—”
She starts reaching into a small pouch “Please, I have a little money—let me give you something.”
You shake your head quickly “Oh no, really. That’s okay. We had… a good day, actually. He’s a sweet kid.”
Kenji beams proudly beside her. Zoro’s still silent, standing with that usual lazy posture.
The woman glances at him, hesitating “Are you sure? Maybe he wants—”
Before she finishes, Zoro shrugs “Y/N did all of it by herself.”
You glance over at him. That’s not true, you both helped. But he says it like he wants to make clear that the kindness was yours. You give him a small smile.
The woman bows slightly “Thank you both again.”
You nod, just about to say goodbye when Kenji suddenly throws his arms around your waist again.
You blink “Kenji…?”
He’s crying again. Quiet, but real tears, as he mumbles “Do you… have to go?”
Your throat tightens “Hey, don’t cry… You’re with your mom now. You’re safe.”
“I know,” he says, sniffling “But I don’t want you to go. I love you… you’re my best friend.”
Tears fill your eyes instantly. You hug him back, squeezing gently, as you whisper “I love you too, Kenji, you’re really brave, you know?”
He looks up at his mom “Can she stay with us?”
Her eyes soften “Sweetheart… she has her own life and friends. But maybe one day you’ll meet again.”
He wipes his face with his sleeve, still clinging to you. Zoro turns away slightly, trying to act like he’s not watching, but his ears are red and in his chest, something warm builds, quiet and slow.
You’re so gentle. So natural with children. And for the first time… He lets the thought sit. Maybe a future like that, with you, soft like this… wouldn’t be so bad.
Eventually, you say goodbye. Kenji waves and waves until he’s out of sight. You and Zoro walk in silence for a few minutes. Then… you feel something. Zoro reaches over and takes your hand.
You blink, surprised “Zoro?”
He doesn’t look at you, eyes straight ahead, face a little pink “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Just… thought you might need it.”
You smile, squeezing his hand gently. A few more steps go by before he adds, quietly “You’d be good at it.”
“At what?” you ask.
He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly “…Being a mom.”
Your heart skips as he glances at you out of the corner of his eye “Not saying right now. Just… someday. If you wanted that.”
You stop for a second, staring at him. He’s not blushing anymore. He’s serious.
You nod, eyes soft “With you… yeah. I think I’d want that someday.”
Zoro looks away quickly, but you see the tiniest smile on his face.
You let go of his hand and he turns to look at you surprised. But then you jump and put your arms around his neck as he grabs you by your waist to steady you.
You kiss him quickly but softly while saying “I love you so much Zoro, thank you.”
He’s still surprised but asks “What are you thanking me for?”
“To think of me when you think about your future.”
He blushes and starts to look away but you catches him saying “Of course I would.”
You smile as you let go of him and then take his hand again as you swing it and walk as you’re the happiest girl in the world, with your biggest smile one and humming a little cute song.
Zoro watches you all the time with the softest smile he ever had.
── .✦ Sanji:
The sun sets behind the island’s hills, painting the sky in soft orange and purple. You can already hear music and laughter in the air. The village is buzzing with excitement.
“We’re just in time for the Moonlight Festival” Nami tells everyone, smiling as a few locals greet her.
“They want us to join?” Luffy asks, his eyes already searching for food.
“Yes,” Robin says “They’ve prepared clothes for us. It’s part of their tradition.”
You glance around. The people here are wearing bright outfits, flowing skirts, golden sashes, beads, and flowers in their hair. It looks magical.
One of the village girls walks up to you, holding a folded dress.
“For you,” she says with a kind smile “You’ll look beautiful in it.”
Sanji’s eyes narrow, already hovering at your side “She always does” he says softly, brushing a hand across your lower back.
You smile and take the dress inside a small tent to change.
When you step out, the crew is waiting. Zoro looks away with a bored expression. Usopp whistles.
But Sanji… he freezes. His face turns red in two seconds. Then an elegant nosebleed.
“Oh my god, Sanji!” you rush to him as he stumbles back, heart-shaped eyes glowing like lanterns.
“You… You can’t just walk out looking like that, mon amour,” he gasps “I was not prepared. That dress—you… your everything—!”
You laugh “You’re so dramatic.”
“I am in love,” he moans, holding a hand over his nose “And now I’m dying.”
“Save it for later, lovebirds,” Nami rolls her eyes “Let’s go! The festival’s starting!”
The streets are glowing with lanterns. Drums beat in the background. Kids are running around with flower crowns. You hold Sanji’s hand tight as you pull him through the crowd.
“Wait, wait—look!” you gasp, pointing to a stall “Caramel apples!”
Sanji chuckles “Mon amour, you know I can make you better ones. Twice as sweet. Three times as shiny.”
“Yeah, but these are festival apples,” you grin, bouncing on your heels “It’s different!”
He groans playfully but fishes some coins from his pocket “Fine. Who am I to stop you from being adorable?”
You grab the apple and take a big bite “Mmm! Okay. Yours are still better.”
He smirks “Told you.”
You two stroll past more stalls. Roasted nuts, cotton candy, fruit juice in bamboo cups… you try everything. Sanji keeps spoiling you without complaint, even if he keeps saying, “You know I could cook all of this for you, mon trésor.”
You wipe a bit of syrup off his cheek with your thumb “Yeah, but this is more fun.”
You turn a corner and freeze “Sanji!” you gasp.
“Hm?”
“There!” You point to a game stall. Behind it is a giant plushie… a round, smiling bear with soft ears and a flower crown.
Sanji squints “You want that thing?”
“Yes! It’s so cute!”
But before you can step forward, a group of small kids run up.
“We saw it first!” one of them shouts.
“No way! I’m gonna win it!” another boy says, grabbing a ball from the counter.
You look at Sanji. He cracks his knuckles and smiles “A competition, huh?”
“Winner takes the bear!” the tallest kid says.
Sanji kneels to their level, grinning “Alright, little ones. You’re on.”
Sanji throws the first ball... Miss.
“Damn it—”
The ball bounces off the edge of the target, knocking over nothing but his pride.
“Too slow, old man!” the little boy cackles and throws his own. Miss.
Sanji raises an eyebrow “Oh-ho? You think you’re better?”
“I am better!” the kid huffs, grabbing another ball. Miss again.
Sanji leans in “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Your aim is trash.”
“So is yours.”
They go back and forth for the next minute. Ball after ball. Miss after miss. Neither hits a single target. Sanji’s hair is messier now, and the kid’s cheeks are puffed in frustration.
You cross your arms and bite your lip to stop laughing. Finally, Sanji steps back, hands on his hips.
“This game is clearly rigged.”
The kid points at him “You’re just mad because you lost.”
“You lost too!” Sanji snaps back, eyes wide.
“Only ‘cause you distracted me with your loud yelling!”
They both look exhausted and full of mutual respect…and mutual failure.
You walk up between them and say, “Okay. My turn.”
Sanji blinks “Mon amour, are you sure? It’s harder than it looks—”
“I wanna try.” you say, handing him the caramel apple you’re still holding.
You pick up the ball. It’s heavier than you thought, but manageable. You narrow your eyes, pull back your arm and… You knock over all three cans. Clean.
Sanji’s jaw drops. The little boy gasps so loudly, you think he might pass out.
The game keeper just laughs and hands you the giant plushie “Well done, miss!”
You grin and hug the bear tight “I did it!”
Sanji laughs, not caring at all about being shown up “You’re amazing!” he says proudly “Absolutely perfect.”
He kisses your cheek with zero shame “My talented goddess.”
But the kid… the kid is just staring at you now. Like something huge just clicked in his little brain.
“…What?” you ask, smiling at him “You can still try again, maybe there’s another plush—”
“I love you.”
You blink “Huh?”
“I don’t know why,” he says, completely serious “But I do.”
You stand there with your plushie, speechless. Sanji snorts so hard he has to turn around to hide his laugh.
“Is it the bear?” you ask gently.
The boy shakes his head “It’s your face. And your power.”
Sanji is wheezing now “That’s a strong statement, mon petit rival.”
“I said what I said,” the kid replies firmly, hands in his pockets “If you break up with him, I’ll wait for you.”
You pat his head “Thanks, but… I don’t think that’ll happen.”
He sighs “Fine. But just know… you’re my first love now.”
Sanji finally turns around, wiping tears from his eyes “I’ve been defeated. By a child.”
You both laugh, holding hands again. You keep walking through the festival lights, one giant plush bear in your arms, and the chef at your side.
The night deepens, and the music slows down.
Soft lanterns float above the square, swaying gently in the warm breeze. They’re glowing in different colors as orange, pink, soft blue, like slow-moving stars. Couples begin dancing in the middle of the cobblestone plaza.
Sanji gently tugs your hand “Dance with me, mon amour?”
You grin and nod “Only if you don’t step on my feet.”
“I would rather die.”
He places one hand on your waist, the other holding yours with a practiced ease. His touch is warm and careful, like he’s afraid to break you. You sway together under the lanterns, the sounds of violins and laughter floating around you.
“You look beautiful in this light.” he says quietly.
You look up at him, smiling “You always say that.”
“Because it’s always true.”
You lean into him, resting your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. This moment is soft. Sweet. Just the two of you… until…
“HEY, Y/N!”
Your head jerks up. You turn. A small voice echoes through the crowd.
Sanji’s brows twitch “No.”
Walking through the legs of villagers, holding something behind his back, is that kid.
Your jaw drops “How do you know my name?”
He stops right in front of you, puffing his chest like a tiny warrior “The idiot said it like five times while we were throwing balls. ‘You’ve got this, Y/N! Knock ‘em down, Y/N!’”
You blink “Oh… yeah. That sounds like him.”
Sanji coughs “You remembered that?”
The kid pulls out what he was hiding behind his back, a delicate, glowing flower. Its petals shimmer like they’ve been dusted with stardust.
“This is for you,” the boy says, holding it out with both hands like an offering “You deserve something this pretty.”
Your heart does a little owh at the sweetness “Aww… thank you.”
You take it gently, not wanting to crush it.
Sanji, meanwhile, stares at the flower. Then at the kid. Then at you.
He chuckles lightly “How… thoughtful.”
You glance at him “You okay?”
“Oh, me? Perfectly fine,” he says with a smile that’s way too tight “Just enjoying the sight of my girlfriend being courted by an eight-year-old.”
The kid looks up at him “Nine.”
“Ah, of course. My mistake,” Sanji says, voice calm but eyes twitching “A mature gentleman.”
“Way cooler than you.” the boy mumbles.
Sanji crouches down slightly, still smiling “You want a kitchen knife to go with that flower, mon petit rival?”
You step between them, laughing “Okay, okay, enough. This is getting weird.”
The kid sighs and shrugs “I’ll just wait till you’re single. No rush.”
“There will be no waiting.” Sanji grits through his teeth.
“Time is on my side, old man.”
“SHE’S MY AGE TOO!” Sanji yells irritated.
You nearly drop the flower from laughing so hard. You pat the boy on the head again “You’re really sweet, but I’m staying with the idiot for now.”
“Forever,” Sanji corrects “She’s staying with me forever.”
“Yeah, yeah. For now…” the boy says, walking away into the lantern lights.
You turn to Sanji, still giggling “You were jealous.”
He raises a hand, dramatic as ever “I can’t believe he kept insulting me. I was not jealous. I was threatened.”
You raise an eyebrow.
He sighs “Okay. I was… mildly unsettled.”
You lean up and kiss his cheek “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
He smirks again “And you’re always cute. But please… no more nine-year-old rivals.”
The music quiets. The stalls are closing. Lanterns start floating into the sky, some by string, some released into the wind with wishes written on paper. The villagers begin gathering near the beach and hilltops.
You stretch your arms with a happy sigh, the big plushie still tucked under one arm “It’s almost time for fireworks, right?”
Sanji nods and gently takes your hand “Follow me, mon love. I found us a better spot. Private. High up. Just us.”
“Romantic?”
He grins “Always.”
He leads you up a narrow path behind the main square, through a line of trees. A few lanterns hang along the way, giving the path a warm glow. Eventually, you reach a small wooden platform, almost like an old lookout. There’s a railing, a perfect view of the sky, and just enough space for the two of you to stand side by side.
You lean against the railing, wide-eyed “This is perfect…”
Sanji steps behind you, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder “I know. Just like you.”
You snort “Cheesy.”
He kisses your temple “True.”
Just as the wind picks up slightly and you snuggle closer into his arms…“Hey!”
You both turn your heads.
It’s the kid. Again.
Sanji groans, stepping forward “Are you following us now?”
The boy crosses his arms “I think destiny wants me and Y/N together.”
Sanji points at him “She’s literally standing here with me, holding the bear I helped her win—”
“I pushed you to give up and her winning it, so technically I helped too.”
“You called me ‘trash’ and insulted me!”
“And yet… here we are.” He spreads his arms as if the universe just proved his point.
You lean on the railing, grinning like an idiot while they go at it again “I feel like I should get popcorn for this.”
The kid puffs up his chest “You’ll thank me when we’re married one day.”
���I am going to faint.” Sanji rubs his face.
You laugh softly, eyes crinkling with joy. The two of them are so dramatic in their own ways… Sanji with his poetic French curses, and the kid with his over-the-top confidence.
But then the sky explodes into light.
You gasp and rush toward the railing, hands gripping the wood. Fireworks bloom above the hills, one after another, bursts of gold, red, green, and silver painting the night. Some twinkle, some crackle, some swirl in spiral shapes like dancing stars.
“Whoa…” you whisper, completely forgetting the chaos behind you.
Then, beside you, another small gasp. You glance down. It’s the kid.
His eyes are wide. His mouth slightly open in wonder “They’re… huge.”
“Is this your first time seeing fireworks?” you ask.
He nods slowly “Yeah. They’re… kinda magical.”
You smile, your face glowing with the same light reflecting in the sky “Right?”
Behind you, Sanji watches the two of you from a few steps back.
You’re both standing at the railing, heads tilted up, eyes full of wonder, soft smiles on your faces. The flower the kid gave you is tucked in your hair. The bear still in your arms. And somehow, in that one moment, you and the kid… look similar.
Same joy. Same spark. Same heart.
Sanji feels something shift in his chest. Not jealousy. Not annoyance. Something deeper. Warmer.
He pictures this moment again, but years in the future. You, at the railing, holding a small hand. Your child’s hand.
Their eyes lighting up like yours. That same smile. That same awe. And he’s there too, arms around both of you. His future, clear as the fireworks above.
You turn around and catch his gaze “Sanji?”
He blinks and smiles softly “Sorry. Just… thinking about how lucky I am.”
You raise an eyebrow “Because we won the bear?”
“No,” he says, stepping forward to join you at the railing “Because I get to watch you fall in love with everything.”
You rest your head on his shoulder again, your free hand finding his.
“With me?” The kid says.
“NO! DROP IT!” Sanji yells at him but then they both smile and keep watching the fireworks as they keep blooming. And Sanji is already planning forever.
The last firework bursts in a shower of silver and gold, lingering like a sparkler in the night sky. Then silence.
Soft cheers rise from the village below. The glow fades, lanterns flickering low. The magic of the moment hangs in the air for just a little longer, like it doesn’t want to end.
You sigh, still holding Sanji’s hand “That was perfect…”
Next to you, the kid is still staring at the sky. But the fireworks are gone now, long finished. Yet he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. His eyes are wide, his mouth just barely open. He looks like he’s still inside that wonder.
You smile at him “Hey… by the way… What’s your name?”
He blinks, like he’s waking up from a dream “Oh. It’s Tama.”
“Nice to meet you, Tama.” You kneel down a bit so you’re closer to his height “What do you wanna be when you grow up?”
Without hesitation “A pirate.”
You laugh softly “Really?”
He nods, proud “A brave one. With a big ship. I’ll visit all the islands with weird animals and floating rocks and treasure.”
Sanji smirks beside you, hands in his pockets “Then I guess we’ll keep being rivals even out at sea, huh?”
Tama gives him a sharp side-eye “I’ll have to steal y/n from you and out-pirate you.”
Sanji grins “Try me, mon petit.”
You giggle and ruffle Tama’s hair gently “Well, I hope we meet again when you’re out there chasing dreams.”
Tama glances up at you “What about you? What do you want to be?”
You pause. It’s not something you really think about. You look over at Sanji… messy blond hair, gentle smile, the way he’s still looking at you like the stars are in your eyes instead of the sky.
You shrug “I don’t care what I become. I just want to be with Sanji forever.”
Sanji freezes for a moment.
Then, he lets out a quiet breath, like someone just handed him the whole world.
His voice is soft “You’ll never have to wish for that, mon amour. I’m not going anywhere.”
Tama watches you both. He’s quiet. No more smug grins or snappy lines.
Then, slowly, he nods. He tucks his hands into his pockets and gives you a small smile, real and warm “Then it’s good the idiot is so persistent.”
Sanji raises an eyebrow “Hey—”
Tama doesn’t look at him. He’s looking at you “You’re really happy. I can tell.” His voice is calm now, like something inside him understands something bigger “So… I’m okay with it.”
Your heart softens “Thank you, Tama.”
Then, without fully thinking, you smile even wider and say, “Sanji, I hope our future baby is going to be like him.”
Tama blinks, clearly unsure what to say to that. Maybe even a little embarrassed. But he nods slowly, lips pressing together in a shy smile.
Sanji stops breathing.
He stares at you, completely still, as if the fireworks just restarted behind his eyes. That sentence… so casual, so soft… hit harder than anything tonight. Our future baby...
You’re thinking about it. About a future. About family. And not just that. You’re thinking about it with him. His heart squeezes in his chest.
You’re here, in his arms. You’re in love. And you’re imagining a child with his smile and your eyes, running around somewhere under the same stars.
You turn and see the look in Sanji’s eyes.
He’s smiling, but there’s something deeper behind it. Something full. Something that says, I heard that.
You just smile back, knowing he doesn’t need to say a word.
Tama shrugs and turns around “Don’t get too comfy though. I’ll be cooler than him someday.”
Sanji puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close “We’ll be cheering for you… maybe.”
Tama waves over his shoulder, heading back toward the village, lantern light flickering around him.
You and Sanji stay a little longer at the lookout, arms wrapped around each other, the flower still in your hair, and the last warmth of the fireworks still in your hearts.
The festival is over. But something even better stayed behind with you…
Love. Peace. And the promise of forever.
── .✦ Law:
The sea is calm. The deck is quiet. You wipe your hands with a towel and step out of the infirmary for some air. A peaceful day. For once.
“GUYS! GUYS!! I’m back!!”
Bepo’s voice booms from the ramp. You glance over, blinking. Law appears from the hallway behind you, arms crossed and already frowning. Penguin and Shachi pop their heads out of the engine room.
“Why are you yelling?” Law asks, sharp.
“I got everything!” Bepo shouts, jogging up “But also—uh—”
He’s carrying something. No. Someone. It’s a kid.
A little girl, maybe five years old, wrapped in one of Bepo’s spare coats. Her hair’s messy, face pale. No shoes. She looks completely terrified.
Shachi stares “That’s a child.”
“Bepo,” Law growls “You didn’t…”
“I had to!” Bepo pleads “She was hiding behind crates in the market. All alone. People walked right past her. Like she wasn’t even there!”
“So you picked her up and brought her here?!” Law’s tone spikes.
“I couldn’t leave her! I asked around, but no one knew her. No one cared! She wouldn’t talk to anyone but me!”
The girl looks around fast… strangers, loud voices, sharp tones. She panics.
Her eyes lock on you, maybe because you’re the only woman here at the moment, maybe because you’re not yelling, and suddenly she jumps out of Bepo’s arms.
“Wait—!” Bepo yells.
Too late. She runs straight to you and throws her arms around your waist, hugging you like her life depends on it.
You freeze.
“Woah—hey, hey,” you say softly, instinct kicking in. You crouch down, hands gentle on her arms “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
She buries her face in your chest and doesn’t say a word. Everyone is staring.
“Y/N,” Law says, voice low “Do you know her?”
You shake your head “Never seen her before.”
“Then why is she hugging you like that?” Penguin asks, confused.
You rub her back carefully “She’s scared. She saw someone safe. That’s all.”
Law narrows his eyes, crouching beside you.
“Kid,” he says quietly, “what’s your name?”
“…Mimi.” she whispers.
“How old are you, Mimi?”
She holds up five fingers without looking up.
“Do you know where your parents are?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you remember anything?”
She shrugs.
Law stands up “Fantastic.”
“I don’t get it,” Shachi says “Why would she run to Y/N? Just randomly?”
“She doesn’t know me,” you say, still holding Mimi gently “She was just scared.”
“She’s still shaking,” Bepo murmurs “I think she really was in danger.”
Law opens his mouth to reply, but footsteps thunder up from below deck.
“Ikkaku!” Penguin says as she appears, out of breath.
“Captain!” she gasps, holding up a tablet “Emergency Marine alert. I just picked it up from the city’s comms.”
“What kind of alert?” Law asks, tone serious.
She flips the screen around “They’re searching for a missing child. Classified level. No name. No photo. Just this—”
She swipes again. A blurry snail-cam image. It’s Mimi. Wearing that same coat.
“…Shit.” Law mutters.
Everyone stares at the screen.
“Why are the Marines looking for a five-year-old?” Shachi asks, stunned.
“Classified level? That’s not normal” Penguin adds.
Ikkaku reads off the report “Orders are to retrieve the child alive. No reason listed. But every local base is on alert. They think pirates might have taken her.”
Mimi stiffens. She presses closer to you.
“…Bad men,” she whispers “Mama said they’d come…”
“Mimi,” you say softly, “do you know who the bad men are?”
She shakes her head quickly “The marines… that I had to run. Mama said… find someone kind. Someone who felt safe.”
She looks up at you then. Big, frightened eyes.
You smile gently “You found me, don’t worry.”
Law steps beside you, staring down at the kid. His hand brushes yours.
“Y/N,” he says quietly, “She can’t stay on deck.”
You nod.
“She stays below, for now” Law says, turning to the crew “And no one talks about her. Not a word. We figure this out before the Marines come knocking.”
Bepo lets out a breath “Thank you, Captain.”
Law glances back at you and Mimi “Don’t thank me yet. This is trouble.”
“She’s just a kid,” you murmur, carrying her gently as you stand “We’ll protect her.”
Law’s voice softens “Yeah. We will.”
The door closes behind you both with a quiet click. The hallway outside Law’s quarters is silent now. You and Law stand inside the dimly lit room, away from the crew, away from Mimi.
He leans against the desk, arms folded, hat on the surface next to him. His jaw is tight. You’re pacing.
“She’s five, Law,” you say “Five. And terrified. You saw her face.”
“I know what I saw,” he replies, coldly calm “But she’s not just any kid, Y/N. She’s being hunted by the Marines. That’s not normal.”
“She didn’t ask to be hunted,” you shoot back “She didn’t choose any of this!”
“You think I don’t know that?” His voice rises slightly.
You stop pacing “Then why are you looking at her like she’s a problem?”
He straightens “Because right now? She is. She’s a risk. For all of us.”
You flinch.
“Oh, great,” you say, sarcasm slipping in “Glad to know your heart’s still functioning.”
His eyes narrow “Don’t twist my words.”
“I’m not twisting anything! You’re acting like she’s a ticking time bomb!”
“I’m being realistic!” he snaps “You always do this—take in strays without thinking!”
You freeze. The words echo. You always do this.
Your chest tightens “Then is that what I am to you?” you whisper “Some stray you took in?”
Law’s expression shifts instantly “What? No—”
You shake your head, stepping back, voice low and bitter “Forget it. I’m done.”
He moves toward you “Y/N, wait—”
“No,” you say, turning for the door “You wanted to be realistic? Fine. Be alone with your logic. I’m going to be with the actual human being we rescued.”
You slam the door on your way out.
You sit cross-legged on the floor of the small guest room, paper and colored pencils spread out between you and Mimi. She holds a red pencil in her small hand, tongue poking out a little as she focuses hard on drawing something.
You force yourself to smile “That’s a very good cat, Mimi.”
“It’s you” she says, showing you proudly.
You laugh gently “Oh! I’m the cat?”
She nods “You were soft when I hugged you.”
You pause “That’s… really sweet, actually.”
She looks up at you “Are you mad?”
Your smile fades “Why would you think that?”
“You left fast. Like Mama did… when she was mad.”
Ouch.
You set your pencil down and reach out, tucking her hair behind her ear “I’m not mad at you, I promise.”
“Then who?”
You sigh “Just… someone I love. We said some things we didn’t mean.”
She nods like she gets it “Mama and Papa did that too. Then they’d be quiet for a while. But after, they hugged a lot.”
You smile faintly “Maybe we’ll get there.”
Mimi turns back to her paper “Do you think my Mama’s okay?”
Your heart aches “I hope so, Mimi. I really do.”
You pick up a blue pencil and draw beside her in silence for a while. The sound of coloring fills the small room. For a little while, it’s peaceful again.
Even if your chest still burns with anger and something else you don’t want to admit yet. Not hurt. Just… disappointed.
The hallway outside the guest room is quiet now.
Right now, it’s just you and Mimi, surrounded by colored pencils and messy drawings. She laughs when your stick figure ends up with five arms. You giggle along, your mood slowly softening.
“Look!” she says proudly, holding up her latest masterpiece. It’s her, you, and what might be Bepo if you squint. You’ve all got huge smiles and stars around your heads.
“That’s amazing,” you say, genuinely impressed “Did you make me taller than Bepo?”
She nods “Because you’re strong.”
Your heart actually hurts a little at that “You’re the strong one, Mimi.”
She looks up at you, eyes wide and happy. It’s the first time she’s looked this light since she came aboard. Something warm blooms in your chest. You don’t say it aloud, but this feels… right.
She deserves moments like this. You both do.
There’s a soft knock at the doorframe. You turn and Law stands there. He doesn’t say anything right away. Just… watches.
You see his eyes flick to Mimi, then back to you. The scene freezes him. Like he’s seeing something he wasn’t ready for. Like he’s seeing you with a child in your lap, laughing, gentle, bright. Like family.
You look away first. Mimi doesn’t notice. She’s too busy coloring in the sky purple.
Law jerks his head toward the hallway, silently asking for a word. You hesitate.
Then slowly stand up, brushing your hands off “I’ll be right back, okay?” you whisper to Mimi.
“Okay.” she says without looking up.
You follow Law out into the hall. The door closes behind you, soft and careful. He runs a hand through his hair. He looks… tired. And guilty.
“I deserved everything you said earlier” he starts.
You don’t speak yet.
“I was angry. Not at you. At the situation. At how helpless it made me feel. It reminds me a lot of when… nevermind.”
Still, you wait.
“I wanted to do something. So I called in favors. Checked restricted comms. Dug deep.”
You lift your eyes to meet his “And?”
“I found out who her mother was,” he says “They were living on the outskirts of a Marine-controlled zone. Poor. Invisible. Perfect targets.”
Your throat tightens.
“She died,” Law continues “A week ago. Protecting Mimi. Marines were already closing in. Her mother fought back alone. Got her daughter away. Then…”
He trails off.
You stare “…Mimi saw that happen?”
He nods “But I think she doesn’t remember it. Or won’t. Trauma like that… it can block memories completely. Especially in kids.”
Your back presses to the wall “She… thinks her mom is still out there.”
“I know,” he says quietly “I was hoping she was. I wanted to go find her. Bring her here. Give Mimi the ending she deserved.”
You press your hands to your face “God…”
Law steps closer “I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure.”
You lower your hands slowly, voice shaking “You thought I’d fall apart?”
“No,” he says “I thought I would.”
That makes you look at him.
“I saw you with her just now,” he says “And I thought… maybe we could give her something close to a family. Not perfect. Not planned. But something.”
Silence hangs heavy for a second.
“I’m sorry,” he says again “For the fight. For what I said.”
You nod slowly “I was mad. But I never stopped trusting you.”
He reaches for your hand. You let him take it.
“She’s all alone now” you whisper.
“Not if we stay” he says.
You squeeze his fingers “I’m not going anywhere.”
It’s been three months since Mimi came aboard. She doesn’t cry at night anymore. She doesn’t flinch when someone raises their voice.
She laughs. Loudly. She steals snacks with Penguin, watches Shachi build models, draws on Bepo’s fur while he naps, and sometimes, when she’s really sleepy, she crawls into your bed without saying a word and snuggles between you and Law.
You and Law never talk about it, and neither does the crew, but everyone sees the way Mimi holds your hand like it’s the most normal thing in the world. The way Law makes sure she eats, takes her medicine, wears a coat when it’s cold, even when he grumbles about it. The way her drawings now always have three people in them.
You, her, and Law.
She knows the truth now. She remembers it all… her mother, the chase, the moment she lost her, the fear. It came back slowly, in pieces, but she never fell apart.
She held on. To you. To him. And now it’s time.
You found a safe place for her, a quiet island far from Marine eyes. A good family who knew her mother once, who wants to care for Mimi like their own. A home with books, and warm food, and other children. It’s the best chance she’ll ever get.
She knows it. She understands.
But even understanding doesn’t make it easy.
On the third-to-last day, you find Mimi sitting with Bepo in the garden space at the top of the sub. She’s holding her sketchbook.
“Hey,” you say gently, sitting down beside her “Can I see what you’re drawing?”
She turns the book around. It’s you and Law again… only this time, she’s drawn herself in the middle, holding both your hands. Above you is a sun with a smiling face.
Your chest aches.
“I like when we’re together.” she says, matter-of-fact.
“I do too.”
She leans against your arm “You’re not mad, right? That I said yes to going?”
You pause “Never. Mimi, we want you to be safe. That’s what matters most.”
She goes quiet for a second “But I’ll still miss you. A lot.”
You stroke her hair softly “I’ll miss you too. Every day.”
She looks up “Do you think Captain Law will miss me?”
You smile “I know he will.”
That night, Law finds you alone in the infirmary, pretending to organize the medical supplies. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed.
“You’re avoiding me” he says.
“No I’m not” you lie instantly.
“Y/N.”
You sigh and sit down on the cot “I just… don’t know how to say goodbye.”
He walks in, quiet, and sits beside you “You don’t have to.”
You glance at him.
“We’ll find a way to see her again,” he says “Even if it’s just from a distance. I promise.”
Your eyes sting “She’s the best thing that ever happened to this ship.”
He nods “She’s one of the best things that ever happened to me.”
You look at him, surprised.
“I didn’t think I could… do this,” he says “Feel like this. But she made me believe in something again. She made me remember if Corazon and even understand him more now.”
You reach out and take his hand “She made us a family, didn’t she?”
Law squeezes your hand gently.
“And we’ll let her go,” he says “Because that’s what family does. We protect them. Even when it hurts.”
The crew stands in a quiet line on the deck.
Bepo is the first to kneel down, huge paws gentle as he hugs Mimi tightly.
“Don’t forget me” he says, voice shaking.
“I could never.” she whispers, burying her face in his fur.
Penguin gives her a pack of candy and awkwardly pats her head “Eat this when you miss us, okay?”
Shachi kneels next “We’ll miss you, shrimp. Stay awesome.”
Ikkaku lifts Mimi’s little hand and presses a friendship bracelet into her palm “For luck” she says, smiling even though her eyes are red.
Everyone says their goodbyes. Everyone hugs her.
You stand back, next to Law, holding your breath. Watching. Trying to stay calm. But your chest feels tight. Your hands shake and Law, quiet and steady beside you, notices. He doesn’t say anything. He just reaches out and takes your hand in his. Warm, grounding. Solid.
You glance down, surprised. He never does this in front of the crew. Your fingers curl around his slowly. It helps. You’re grateful.
Mimi turns at last and walks up to you both. Her steps are slower now. Her smile is gone. And when she reaches you, she breaks.
Her small arms wrap around your waist so hard it knocks the air out of you “I don’t wanna go.” she sobs.
You drop to your knees and hold her, tears falling fast “I know, baby. I know.”
“I wanna stay with you. And Law. And Bepo and everyone. I don’t want a new house.”
“I know. But this is the safest place. It’s what your mama wanted. And we’ll still love you. Always.”
She shakes her head, crying harder. You don’t want to let go. You really, really don’t. And Law… he just stands there, quiet, one hand resting gently on your back as you cry into Mimi’s hair.
He doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s there. Holding you up in the way he always does.
When you finally pull away, your eyes meet his and he gives you the smallest nod. You nod back.
It’s time. Mimi turns to him slowly.
She throws her arms around his legs without a word. Law stiffens.
Then, very awkwardly, he kneels and hugs her back. His movements are a little stiff, unsure, but he doesn’t let go too quickly.
“I’m gonna miss you, Captain Law” she mumbles.
“…I’ll miss you too.” he says, voice low.
You blink. You’ve never heard him say that out loud.
When she lets go, her eyes are red and puffy, but she wipes them on her sleeve like a little soldier. Then she walks with the woman who came to get her, toward the small transport boat.
But just before she steps down the ramp, she stops, turns around, wipes her face and yells, loud as ever “HEY!”
Everyone jumps.
“If you ever give me a little brother or sister,” she says proudly, “I better get to meet them! I’ll be the best big sister in the world!”
Dead silence. Your jaw drops. Law’s eyes widen just slightly.
The crew turns to look at you both and absolutely loses it.
Penguin snorts. Shachi wheezes. Ikkaku starts clapping. Even Bepo chuckles behind a paw.
You and Law look in opposite directions at the same time, completely red-faced, avoiding each other’s eyes like it’s life or death.
“I… what…” you stammer.
“I didn’t…” Law mutters.
Mimi waves from the ramp, beaming “BYEEEE!”
And with that… she’s gone. Leaving behind stunned silence, a warm sea breeze and a very awkward question neither of you has ever asked before.
The door to Law’s studio closes behind you with a soft click. The sound of laughter still echoes faintly down the hall as the crew keeps joking about Mimi’s parting gift.
You and Law don’t say a word.
You wave a hand dismissively toward the corridor like go away, and Law rubs his forehead in quiet frustration as you both walk deeper into the room.
You drop onto the old sofa with a dramatic sigh. Your legs flop over the side “That kid really knows how to drop a bomb” you mumble into a pillow.
Law says nothing. He just walks toward his desk and sits down heavily, glancing at a stack of papers that definitely aren’t important right now.
“…So…” he says.
You raise an eyebrow, still hiding in the couch.
He clears his throat “Have you ever… uh. Thought about… you know.”
You peek at him “About what.”
He doesn’t look at you “A kid. Of your own.”
You squint “Why are you talking like that? You sound like Bepo when he ate spoiled mochi.”
He shoots you a look and you laugh, then immediately groan and hide your face in your hands.
“Oh god, I can’t believe we’re actually talking about this.”
“You didn’t answer” he says.
You peek through your fingers at him “Did you think about it before?”
He shrugs one shoulder “No. Not seriously.”
He stands up and walks over. He kneels in front of you and gently pulls your hands away from your face, exposing your cheeks and all the heat blooming in them.
His voice is soft “But now… I don’t hate the idea.”
Your heart skips. Your mouth opens and for once, no teasing comes out. Just a quiet little truth.
“…Same,” you say “If it’s with you.”
His ears go red. He clears his throat again, standing up abruptly like you just slapped him with a compliment.
“Don’t say stuff like that so easily” he mutters.
You laugh, covering your own red cheeks again “You started it!”
He turns back to his desk, muttering something under his breath.
You’re not sure what he’s thinking. But his shoulders relax a little while his hand lingers on the edge of his chair, like maybe he’s imagining what another little voice in this room might sound like someday.
── .✦ Shanks:
The sun is warm on your shoulders. The smell of grilled fish, sea salt, and cheap beer fills the open-air restaurant. You’re sitting beside Shanks, your legs draped over his lap, one arm around his broad shoulders. He’s laughing loud, one hand resting on your thigh, a bottle in the other.
The Red-Haired Pirates are noisy,talking with full mouths, yelling jokes across the table, getting into friendly fights over who gets the last crab claw.
You’re smiling, head leaning against Shanks’ shoulder, completely relaxed. Then you notice a woman, maybe in her twenties, carrying a small kid, probably two or three years old, on her hip. She’s standing near the entrance, eyes scanning the place fast, like she’s searching for someone. Her brows are drawn tight, lips pressed together.
“Shanks…” you murmur, nudging him with your elbow.
He follows your gaze.
She spots you. Her eyes go wide with something like hope. She walks fast toward your table, clutching the child tighter, muttering “excuse me” as she passes the crew. The little one, a girl, blinks up at everyone with big sleepy eyes. She stops right in front of you.
“Hi,” she says, out of breath “I—Sorry to bother you. I know who you are. You’re Shanks’ crew, right?”
You blink “Uh, yeah. That’s us.”
The woman shifts her weight, bouncing the kid gently “I know this is weird. Really weird. But I—I need help.”
Shanks straightens a little beside you. His arm slides behind your back but he stays quiet, letting you speak first.
“What kind of help?” you ask slowly, looking from the kid to her.
“My babysitter canceled last minute. I’m already late for work—I’ll lose my job if I don’t show up. It’s only for a few hours. Please,” she pleads “I don’t know anyone on this island, and you… well, I’ve seen you in the papers. You’re not bad people.”
You open your mouth to answer, then close it.
The little girl is chewing on her own shirt, blinking at you with big brown eyes. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair’s tied up in a tiny puff.
You glance at Shanks. He’s watching you with that gentle smile of his. His eyes are soft. He doesn’t say anything, he just squeezes your hip lightly, like he’s telling you, Your choice.
“I don’t know anything about kids.” you say, voice low, nervous.
“You’ll be fine,” the woman says quickly “She’s easy. Doesn’t cry much. Her name’s Emi.”
The little girl makes a tiny sound, like she’s trying to say something but decides against it.
You look at Shanks again. He smiles wider.
“I’ll help you,” you say finally, sighing “Only for a few hours.”
“Thank you, thank you so much.” the woman breathes. She kisses the kid’s forehead and whispers something into her ear. Then she hands her over to you.
The moment Emi’s in your arms, she goes still. Warm and small. A little heavy. She smells like soap and bananas.
The woman gives you her name, a quick “I’ll be back before sunset.” and then she’s gone.
You sit there frozen. Shanks looks down at Emi in your lap. Then back up at you.
“You look terrified.” he says, chuckling.
“I am terrified.” you whisper.
“Want me to hold her?”
You shake your head slowly “No… I think I got this.”
Then Emi sneezes on your chest.
“Okay,” you groan “Maybe not.”
Shanks is already laughing.
At first, Emi just… sits there. On your lap. Quiet, blinking, nose still a little runny. She doesn’t cry. Doesn’t move much either. Just holds a tiny stuffed rabbit in one hand and sucks her thumb with the other.
You’re stiff as a mast. Shanks drapes his arm around your shoulders, whispering in your ear, “You’re holding her like she’s a bomb.”
“I’ve held swords with more confidence...” you mutter back.
He laughs, soft and deep, and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear “Try putting her on the bench next to you. Let her get used to everyone.”
You do. Emi shifts to sit beside you, rabbit clutched to her chest. She peeks around the table. The crew watches her like she’s a sea monster that just learned to smile.
“Hi, Emi!” Lucky Roux waves with a toothy grin “Wanna try some pineapple?”
She buries her face in your side.
Yasopp chuckles “You sure she’s not scared of you, Y/N?”
“She should be.” you say dryly.
But over time, it changes. Slowly. Emi starts pointing at things on the table. A shrimp. A spoon. A shiny gold coin someone dropped. You tell her the names. You offer her a piece of soft bread, and she takes it with two hands like it’s a treasure.
An hour later, you’re wiping jam off her chin with a napkin and helping her clap to Benn’s bad humming of a lullaby tune. She giggles when you make a fish face at her. You giggle back. And Shanks is quiet. He watches.
Not in a smug or teasing way. He’s not smirking. He’s not laughing with the others when Yasopp says, “Look at this! Y/N’s got the mom vibe going strong!”
He just… looks.
You glance at him and find his jaw a little tight. His drink untouched. His gaze heavy on you and the child. Like he’s thinking hard about something he doesn’t want to say out loud.
“Captain?” you ask softly.
He blinks, like he’s been pulled out of somewhere far away “Yeah?”
“You okay?”
He nods. Too fast.
Roux leans over with a grin “Hey, Shanks. You gonna put a ring on it if she starts popping out mini Shank’s?”
Everyone laughs.
You feel your face heat up, heart thudding a little “Oh my God—can you all shut up?”
“I want to marry her.” Shanks says suddenly.
Silence. Everyone stares.
You slowly turn to him “What?”
He meets your eyes. His voice is even, but his expression is… different. Calm on the surface, but his eyes are darker than usual “If she wanted that too. Yeah.”
You feel Emi rest her head on your arm, yawning, rabbit smushed between her face and your side.
You’re not sure what to say. The crew fumbles between teasing and trying not to look too shocked.
Shanks finally looks away, picking up his drink again.
Benn watches him for a long second. Then quietly says, “Alright, alright. Let’s not scare the kid, huh?”
And just like that, the noise starts up again. Jokes. Laughter. Loud plates. Big bites.
But Shanks doesn’t joke anymore, and you don’t miss the way he keeps looking at you like there’s something he’s not saying. Something that makes your heart beat a little faster.
Then everything fall falls apart when Emi gets bored.
One minute she’s snuggled against you, soft and sleepy, her rabbit tucked under her chin. The next she’s on her feet, running full speed down the middle of the open-air tavern, arms flapping like wings.
“EMI!” you shout, scrambling to follow her.
Your drink spills. A spoon clatters to the ground. Shanks laughs under his breath and gets up with you, already moving.
She darts under a table where two drunk fishermen are playing cards, crawls past their feet like some kind of tiny demon, and pops up between a tray of grilled squid and a candle.
“I got her!” Yasopp calls out, lunging, but Emi ducks and keeps running, laughing wildly now, barefoot and fast.
“She’s gone feral!” Lucky Roux howls.
“Shanks!” you bark, spinning around helplessly “Stop laughing and HELP!”
He grins, but there’s warmth in his eyes as he moves quickly, circling the tables “Aye aye, sweetheart.”
You try one side, he takes the other.
“Emi,” he says, crouching low, voice gentle, like he’s speaking to a scared animal “Hey, baby girl. Wanna play a game? It’s called Freeze. Can you freeze?”
She stops. Looks at him. Wobbles on her feet.
You sneak up behind.
“Gotcha!” you grab her mid-spin, lifting her up like a sack of potatoes.
She laughs and squeals, legs kicking.
“She’s a slippery one.” you mutter, holding her close, out of breath.
“I like her spirit,” Shanks says, grinning as he brushes a strand of hair from your face “She reminds me of you.”
You squint at him “You’re not funny.”
The crew starts clapping. Yasopp whistles. Roux raises his mug “Now that’s a team, huh? Look at them. Mom and Dad of the year.”
“Oh, please—” you start, but Shanks just reaches for Emi’s little hand and gives it a squeeze.
“Teamwork, right?” he says softly to her.
She nods. Then sneezes again. Right into his chest.
You burst out laughing this time and say “That’s karma.”
He wipes it off with a napkin like it’s nothing.
You sit back down together, Emi now curled in your lap again, finally tired. Shanks stays close. Not just beside you but with you. Helping. Watching. Smiling softly when Emi dozes off. But he’s still quiet. More quiet than usual.
Your eyes keep drifting to him. The way he’s looking at the girl. The little frown he doesn’t even know he has. The way his hand rests on her back like he’s done it a hundred times before.
He used to be like this with Uta. And Luffy, too. Soft. Present. Gentle.
You haven’t seen that part of him in a long time. You missed it.
“You okay?” you ask under your breath, while the crew starts arguing over dessert.
He doesn’t answer right away.
Then finally, “Yeah.”
You stare at him a little longer “Are you lying to me?”
He smiles, but it’s not the usual cocky grin. It’s smaller. Tired.
“I’m not sure what I’m feeling,” he admits “Just… thinking, I guess.”
You squeeze his hand “About what?”
He shrugs, looking down at Emi “About a lot of things.”
And now you are quiet, because something in your chest shifts. Soft. Strange. Familiar.
Maybe it’s the way he looks at you, like you’ve already given him something he thought he’d never have again. Or maybe it’s the way it suddenly feels… real.
You. Him. And this small, chaotic moment that makes everything else disappear.
The sun starts to dip, painting the sky in gold and peach.
You’re still at the tavern, Emi snoring softly on your shoulder, her little fingers tangled in your hair. Shanks sits beside you, quiet. His arm rests behind you, not touching, just there.
And then she returns. The woman bursts through the crowd, her apron flying, face flushed with panic. The moment she sees you, she stops, hands over her heart like she might collapse.
“Oh my god—thank you. Thank you so much,” she breathes, almost crying as she rushes to you “I’m so sorry I took so long. I owe you my life.”
You wave a hand gently “It’s okay. Really. She was good. A little fast—like, sprint-across-the-rooftops fast—but… I had fun.”
Emi stirs and opens her eyes.
“Hi, baby.” the mother coos, arms outstretched. The little girl shifts toward her sleepily, and you pass her over with care. For a second, Emi resists, her hand still reaching for your shirt.
Your heart squeezes a little.
“Thank you again,” the woman says, eyes filled with real gratitude “If you’re ever on this island again, please come find us. I mean it.”
You smile, brushing some crumbs off your lap “Of course. Be safe.”
You watch them go, mother holding daughter close, disappearing into the market crowd. And then it’s just… quiet. Too quiet.
The crew starts packing up, joking softly, but there’s a change in the air. A stillness you don’t like. You look at Shanks.
He’s already looking at you.
Not grinning. Not teasing.
Just watching you with that faraway softness in his eyes, like you’re a slow dream he doesn’t want to wake up from. Like maybe, for a second, he saw something more than just this moment.
You reach for his hand and lace your fingers through his.
He squeezes back but doesn’t say anything.
The walk to the ship is slow. The crew’s laughing again, arguing about who drank the most, but it’s like the volume’s been turned down. You and Shanks trail behind.
Still no words. Not one.
That night, the sea’s calm. The stars are out. You’re both in your cabin, door closed, boots off.
You lie on your shared bed, watching him stand at the window, shirt half unbuttoned, red hair catching the moonlight, and you’ve had enough. You sit up.
“Alright, Red,” you say, crossing your arms “What’s going on in that dumb, beautiful head of yours?”
He looks over his shoulder, startled “What?”
“You’ve been quiet ever since Emi left. You’ve said maybe ten words total. And I know you. That means you’re thinking. Hard.”
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck “Maybe I’m just tired.”
“Nope.” You crawl across the bed toward him, poke his side “Try again.”
He sighs “It’s… complicated.”
“So is your face, and I still look at it every day. Try me.”
That gets a small laugh out of him.
You press your forehead to his back “You don’t have to hold things in with me, Shanks. Not the serious stuff. Not the scary stuff. Especially not the stuff that makes your eyes look like that.”
He turns slowly, leaning against the window. You slide your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you too, finally. Breathing in.
“Seeing you with her,” he says softly “With Emi.”
You wait.
“I kept thinking about Uta. About Luffy. About how fast it all went. How I blinked and they weren’t mine to hold anymore.”
You don’t speak. Just hold him tighter.
“And then… I saw you. Just being there. Caring for this tiny stranger like it was nothing. Laughing with her. Holding her. And something in me just… ached.”
You tilt your head up “Ached how?”
He looks down at you, eyes serious now “Like I wanted that with you. And I didn’t even know how much until I saw it.”
The words settle deep inside you.
“You’d be a good father.” you whisper.
“You’d be the best mother.” he says back instantly.
Silence again, but this time it’s full. Of possibilities. Of truths unsaid until now.
“I didn’t say anything,” Shanks adds, brushing a hand through your hair, “because I don’t want you to think I expect that from you. Or that I’m pushing it. I just… couldn’t stop seeing it.”
You lean in and kiss him slow. No rush. No pressure. Just soft and sure.
When you pull away, your voice is warm and quiet “Then keep seeing it. I don’t mind.”
You kiss him. Long, soft, deep.
The kind of kiss that says more than either of you can find the words for. His hands settle on your waist, grounding you, holding you like you might drift away if he lets go. And when you finally break apart, you stay close. Forehead to forehead. Breathing the same air.
Now it’s your turn. You exhale shakily “I always saw you with Uta. And Luffy. The way you held them, talked to them, made them laugh… the way they looked at you.”
Shanks closes his eyes, lips pressed together.
“I used to watch from the deck,” you continue softly, “and I’d think… that. I want that with him. Our own little chaos. Our own quiet moments. Our own family.”
His grip on you tightens just a little. His thumb strokes your hip, slowly.
“I never said anything,” you admit, voice quieter now “Because I thought… maybe you already had your turn. Maybe being a dad again wasn’t something you wanted. Like, maybe Uta and even Luffy were your ‘once in a lifetime’. And I didn’t want to be selfish.”
Shanks pulls back just enough to look at you fully, eyes wide, voice rough “Selfish? Y/N… You have no idea how wrong you are.”
You blink.
He cups your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek “If anything, I was scared you didn’t want that. I never wanted to put that weight on you. My name. My crew. My life.”
You both laugh a little, soft and breathless. And then he says it “I’d love to see a little you run around the ship.”
Your heart does a full spin in your chest. You both collapse back onto the bed, side by side, hands tangled together, staring at the ceiling like it holds the future in its stars.
“I think she’d be loud.” you say, smiling to yourself.
“She?” Shanks grins “You’re already picking sides?”
“I just know. She’d talk back to Benn by the time she could crawl.”
“She’d steal Yasopp’s sake and blame it on Lucky Roux.”
“She’d steal your cape and wear it like a dress.”
“She’d make the whole crew bow to her by age four.”
You laugh. He laughs too. Your fingers tighten around his.
“She’d be soft like you,” he adds suddenly, voice lower now “Kind. But dangerous.”
You glance over at him “She’d be brave like you. Wild, loyal, always smiling.”
He sighs, almost dreamily “I can already hear her little feet running on the deck.”
“And your big voice yelling ‘don’t climb the cannon!’”
You both break into giggles and then silence again, but this time, it’s wrapped in warmth, in hope.
Shanks turns his head to look at you. You’re already looking at him.
“I mean…” he says slowly, raising one eyebrow, “we could start working on that little Y/N… like… right now.”
You gasp “Shanks!”
He smirks wickedly “What? I’m just saying. We’re both here. The ship’s quiet. The moon looks nice. You’re cute. I’m cute. It’s called destiny.”
You snort “You’re impossible—ah!”
He attacks, fingers darting to your sides, tickling, making you laugh and squirm under him.
“Shanks! Stop!”
“Never!” he grins, pinning you lightly with his weight “You’re stuck now. You told me your secrets. I told you mine. That makes us legally married in pirate law.”
You laugh until your cheeks hurt. You wiggle, but he’s strong, gentle, always careful. And then you stop moving. So does he.
Your eyes meet again. Closer now. Breath mingling.
That softness returns. Like a wave pulling you under, not scary. Just deep. Full of something quiet and forever.
You reach up and brush his hair behind his ear.
He leans into your touch.
“Hey,” you whisper “I love you.”
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of your palm “And I love you more than I thought I even could.”
His mouth finds yours again, slower this time. No rush.
The kind of kiss that makes the world outside the cabin disappear and maybe, tonight is the beginning of something new.
── .✦ Ace:
The sun is warm, the breeze is salty, and Ace is doing what he always does when he’s not fighting or eating: walking too close to you with that lazy grin on his face.
“You sure you don’t wanna race?” he asks “You lose, you buy lunch.”
You raise an eyebrow “You’ll cheat with your fire.”
“Not true.” He places a hand on his chest, all dramatic “I only cheat if I’m losing.”
You snort “So always.”
He gasps “Betrayal.”
The two of you walk down the main road of a small island town. It’s quiet, peaceful, one of those places that doesn’t care much for bounties or pirate crews. People nod, wave, smile. Ace stretches, yawns, and puts his arm lazily around your shoulder.
“Maybe we should stay here a few days,” he says “Nice change from all the running.”
Before you can answer, a small voice says “Is that Fire Fist Ace?!”
You both turn. Two kids stand by a fruit stall, one boy, maybe six, and an older girl, probably nine. The boy’s eyes are wide. The girl looks like she’s not impressed yet.
Ace grins “Yeah, that’s me.”
The boy lights up “No way! My dad told me you can burn down a whole ship in one punch!”
Ace shrugs, clearly proud “Depends on the ship.”
The girl, however, is staring at you.
Her eyes narrow “You’re her, aren’t you?”
You blink “…Her?”
She steps closer, pointing at your waist “You’re the swordwoman who beat that Navy officer in Loguetown. The one who fights with two blades and never loses.”
You look down at her, surprised. She’s serious. Ace whistles.
“Wow,” he says “I didn’t know I was walking around with a legend.”
You nudge him “Shut up.”
The girl keeps going “They say you cut a cannonball in half.”
You sigh “It was already cracked.”
Still, her eyes sparkle. The boy joins in, bouncing excitedly.
“She’s so cool! Are you really pirates?!”
“Guilty,” Ace says, holding up his hands “But friendly pirates.”
“You don’t look friendly...” the girl says.
Ace grins “Good. That’s the point.”
Then the boy tugs at your sleeve “Can I see your sword?”
You crouch to his level “They’re sharp. Not safe for kids.”
He frowns “I won’t touch it. Promise!”
You glance at Ace, who’s watching you closely, smiling like he’s waiting for something. You sigh and slowly pull one of your swords just a little from the sheath, just enough to show the edge. Both kids gasp like it’s treasure.
“Can you teach us how to fight?” the girl asks suddenly.
You blink “You’re nine.”
“So? You were probably younger when you started.”
Ace chuckles “She was.”
You give him a side-eye “Stop helping.”
The little girl folds her arms “You could just show us something. Like a move. Just one.”
You sigh again but you’re smiling now “You’re very stubborn.”
She shrugs “You have to be, if you wanna be strong.”
Ace leans against a wooden post, arms crossed, amused “Sounds familiar.”
You glance at him “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“I mean… yeah.” He grins “It’s the first time someone’s asking you for autographs instead of me. I’m letting it sink in.”
The boy tugs your coat again “Please? One move?”
You finally stand, looking at the open space near the dock “Fine. But just one. Then you leave us alone and go home, got it?”
The kids cheer and run to the clearing.
Ace follows, whistling “You’re gonna start a sword school at this rate.”
You roll your shoulders, then pull your blade halfway out, just enough to flash the steel. You drop into a stance, slow and firm. The kids go quiet. Then, with a sharp breath, you move. One swift, elegant slash through the air, so fast the wind shifts. The tip of your sword stops just above the ground, and your coat flutters around you.
The boy’s mouth hangs open. The girl’s eyes are huge.
Ace whistles “Show-off.”
You sheathe the sword in one clean motion.
The girl points “That was awesome! Can you do it again?”
“No,” you say, but you’re laughing now.
The boy runs over and hugs your leg suddenly “You’re my favorite pirate now!”
You blink, surprised. You pat his head awkwardly “Uh. Thanks?”
Ace watches you, your hand gently resting on the boy’s head, your stance still grounded, strong but soft. You’re not trying to impress anyone. You just exist like this. Capable. Calm. Kind. Something shifts in his chest.
You look up at him “What?”
He shrugs “Nothing. Just… didn’t know you were this good with kids.”
“I’m not,” you say “They’re just clingy.”
The girl now grabs your wrist “Can I hold your sword?”
“No.”
“Can I touch it?”
“No.”
“Can you teach me how to fight like that?”
“No—”
Ace walks over, laughing “C’mon, sweetheart. Be nice.”
You glare at him “You help, then.”
He lifts his hands “Nope. I’m just the fire guy. You’re the star today.”
The boy turns to Ace “Do you two live together?”
You and Ace exchange a look.
He grins “Something like that.”
The girl squints “Are you married?”
You cough “No.”
“Are you gonna be?”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
Ace just laughs and says, “Wanna help me convince her?”
“YES!” the kids shout in unison.
You groan and walk away “I regret everything.”
Ace follows, hands in his pockets, that lazy smile still on his face, but his eyes stay soft. He watches you gently shoo the kids away, then thank the fruit vendor with a quiet bow. And in that moment, he knows. Clear as day.
“She’s not just strong. She’s not just mine. She’d be the best damn mom the world’s ever seen.”
He doesn’t say it out loud. Not yet. But he’s thinking it. Hard.
You and Ace are sitting under a tree near the edge of the village, sharing a bag of sliced fruit.
“You think they’re gone?” you ask, biting into a juicy piece.
Ace shrugs “Maybe. Or maybe they’re forming a fan club.”
You nudge his leg with your boot “I don’t need a fan club.”
He gives you a lazy grin “No, but you deserve one.”
You roll your eyes, but your ears go a little pink.
Then, a small voice calls from down the road “WE’RE BACK!!”
You groan “No.”
Ace grins “Yes.”
The two kids come running, the boy nearly trips over his own feet and stop in front of you, proudly holding up folded paper sheets.
“Look!!” the girl says, unfolding one “We drew you!”
You blink “…You what?”
They hand you the papers. The drawings are messy, full of wild colors, but so full of heart. One is of you holding two swords, a big smile on your face. Another shows you and Ace together, tiny figures with stars around you. A third shows you with a little kid, sword in hand, standing tall.
You pause at that one. Ace leans over your shoulder to peek. His voice is softer now “Is that supposed to be your kid?”
The girl nods proudly “Yup! We made a story about you! You’re a pirate mom who protects her ship and teaches her kid how to be strong.”
You stare at the page, silent. The boy holds out a few crayons “You can draw too, if you want!”
Before you can say no, he’s already sitting down, opening another paper. The girl joins him. They look up at you, smiling.
“C’mon,” she says “We wanna make a whole crew!”
You glance at Ace. He shrugs, trying to act casual “Up to you.”
You sigh and sit down cross-legged in the grass “Alright. But I’m drawing the captain.”
“That’s YOU!” the boy says.
You raise an eyebrow “I meant me.”
They laugh.
You start sketching. Nothing fancy just simple shapes. You draw yourself with a pirate hat, a tiny sword tucked in your belt. The kids start adding characters around you: themselves, animals, someone with a frying pan who’s probably Ace.
You’re focused, smiling to yourself as you add waves and stars and a sun.
Ace just watches you from where he stands, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. There’s a heat in his chest now that has nothing to do with his powers. It burns deeper. It’s watching your hand gently guide the boy’s when he can’t get the lines straight. It’s hearing you ask, “Want me to draw your pirate flag too?” in that soft, patient voice.
It’s the way you look down at the page like you’re already imagining a future.
“This shouldn’t make me want her more,” he thinks, frustrated “But it does. She’s drawing little pirate stories with them on the grass. She’d be the kind of mom who makes the world feel safe.”
He swallows hard and looks away for a second, like it’ll calm him down... It doesn’t.
You finish your little drawing with a final scribble of wind in the sails.
“There,” you say, holding it up “Captain, crew, and treasure.”
The boy claps “It’s perfect!”
The girl leans over to look “Yours is way cooler than mine.”
“Nah,” you say, nudging her arm “You’ve got better colors.”
They beam like you just handed them gold.
Ace is still standing nearby, arms crossed, pretending to be relaxed, but his jaw is tight.
You glance up at him “You okay?”
“Me? Yeah.” His voice comes out rougher than he means it to. He clears his throat “Just… warm.”
The boy tugs at your sleeve again.
“Hey,” he says, eyes wide with curiosity “Do you have kids?”
You blink. Ace freezes.
The girl adds quickly, “You’d be a really cool mom.”
There’s a beat of silence. Just the wind and the scratching of a crayon. You sit back slowly and shake your head “No. I don’t.”
The boy frowns “Why not?”
You laugh softly “Because I’m still busy being a pirate.”
“But you could be both,” the girl says, very seriously “Like in the drawing.”
You smile at that “Maybe someday.”
Your voice is calm. Light. Like you’re just answering any question. But Ace… Ace is not calm. He watches your face as you say those words “Maybe someday” and his heart lurches. Because now it’s real. Not just a fantasy in his head. Not just a warm thought. You’ve imagined it too now.
He doesn’t say anything. He just walks over slowly and sits down behind you, arms resting over your shoulders as you lean back against his chest.
“You’d be amazing at it.” he murmurs, low so the kids can’t hear.
You glance up “At what?”
He looks down at you, eyes soft and a little wild at the edges, like something’s breaking open inside him “At being a mom. I mean it.”
You pause. Then, quietly, you ask, “You think about that?”
He nods “More than I expected to. More than I ever thought I would.”
The kids are still doodling, totally unaware. You say nothing, but your hand reaches up and rests gently over his. That’s all he needs.
The kids eventually stand up, arms full of drawings and unfinished paper pirate maps.
“We’re gonna go show these to our grandpa!” the girl says.
The boy nods “Thanks for drawing with us!”
You wave, still sitting in the grass “Stay out of trouble.”
The boy grins “Bye, pirate mom!”
You blink “I’m not—”
But they’re already gone.
Ace snorts behind you “Pirate mom, huh?”
You roll your eyes and lean back into him again “Don’t start.”
He rests his chin on your shoulder “Too late. You’ve got the role down already. You give good advice, threaten people just enough, and draw cool flags. What more could a kid want?”
You hum “A dad who doesn’t set the house on fire?”
He grins “I’d try to keep it contained.”
You laugh, light and warm “You’d accidentally roast our laundry.”
“Okay, yeah, but I’d teach them how to blow stuff up responsibly.”
You fake-think “Hmm. Dangerous. But useful.”
He smiles, but then falls quiet. You feel the shift instantly. His arms wrap tighter around your middle.
“You were really sweet with them.” he says softly.
You shrug “They were cute.”
“You were cuter.”
You snort “Gross.”
“No, seriously,” he murmurs “I was watching you and thinking… like, really thinking—”
He breaks off, then tries again “That I wanna see you like that again. With… our own.”
You smirk “You mean with a mini version of me bossing you around?”
He groans “Oh god. A tiny you would be terrifying.”
“Admit it. You’d love it.”
He doesn’t hesitate.
“I would,” he says, suddenly serious “I really would.”
You look up at him. He’s already looking down at you, eyes soft, mouth slightly parted, like he’s realizing it all over again.
You tilt your head, grinning “You’re so obvious, Ace.”
“Am not.”
“You were practically glowing while I helped that kid draw a sword.”
“I was not glowing!”
“You sighed like five times.”
“I didn’t—”
“You had your sappy ‘I’m in love’ face on.”
“I always have my sappy in love face on.”
You laugh, twisting in his arms to face him fully “True.”
He leans in, forehead pressed to yours.
“I’m serious though,” he murmurs “Someday. I’d want that. With you.”
Your voice softens “Yeah. Me too.”
You kiss him slow, sure, and just a little teasing, then pull back with a grin “But if the kid turns out chaotic like you, I’m blaming your genes.”
He laughs against your mouth “Deal. But if they’re scary with a sword by age seven, that’s all you.”
You smirk “We’ll make a terrifying little pirate together.”
“Perfect.” he says, smiling like he already sees it.
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As the flash hits your eye, you feel something crashing into you from all directions. Below you is obvious, Bonbon situated themself to bump into you while the picture was taken. You look to your right, and Mirabelle’s cheek is pressed up to yours. On your left, Isabeau’s sheepishly hugged you to his side. There’s a hand in your hair, too, and it feels like Madame Odile. [...] “We need a souvenir of this trip,” Mirabelle adds. She rushes to the ground to pick up the picture and snort-laughs as she looks at it. “Oh no, Siffrin looks like we’re holding him hostage!” — Curtain Call, Chapter 9, by @openphrase123 (Link in the replies)
2024 October 22nd
Fanfic fanart fanfic fanart!! When I read the "hostage" line, it invoked such a clear image in my head of Siffrin tensed up like a startled prey animal that it got added to my list of things to maybe draw immediately.
Dooon't think about the words 'left' and 'right' in that quote too hard. I know how to read I prommy. :) (I did Not process those words and lost the coin flip in the composition phase...)
Close-up and ramblings about the cans of worms I unleashed upon myself under the cut
Time taken on this was [head in hands] 48 hours and 37 minutes.... That bloated number has two culprits:
1) I got a new tablet! My old one was 10 years old. Its plastic was melting and the electronics had ghosts in 'em, so it needed the sweet release of retirement. However, I had just gotten to the line art phase when the switch happened. Clumsily getting used to the new one during the most precise phase of the process did devastating things to my perfectionism.
2) I made a GRAVE mistake with how I chose to color this. I wanted to keep the grayscale layers for accuracy instead of just slapping a B&W filter over the colored version, so all the colors come from gradient maps, color balance layers, overlay layers, and raster layers clipped to other layers. Listen. I'm used to working with lots of layers. I like keeping things separate so I can edit them more easily. But this is the worst layer system I have ever created. Going from color to B&W requires toggling exactly 20 layers & folders on or off. There are 87 visible layers total. This file lags when you edit it. I've never wanted CSP v1.13 to have layer comps more in my life.
Not helping matters was Isabeau. I said he was the easiest to draw in my last post, but he took that as a challenge, apparently. It's a simple fist-on-hip pose, why was that so hard!?! His face gave me grief too.
Odile's lil' wave got added at the end of the line art phase. I've never added to a sketch that late in the game before, but I felt bad about how little screen area she got, haha. Girl, I tried, but this composition was not kind to you.
Giving Isa, Odile, and Siffrin skin colors felt cursed. Well... "color" is maybe a stretch for Sif. The pallor from being affection-jumpscared isn't helping. In the dev's nose reveal post, they said that Siffrin isn't white but is white-passing, so BOOM albinism headcanon. Like c'mon, they wear a big hat and have most of their skin covered because the sun is a deadly laser when you have little to no melanin and idk if sunblock exists in-universe. Heck, maybe most Islanders have it, their whole religion is about the night sky so maybe they're nocturnal. This makes perfect sense. :)
#in stars and time#in stars and time spoilers#isat#isat siffrin#isat isabeau#isat odile#isat bonnie#isat mirabelle#fan art#2d art
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Heyyy! Saw your requests are open, so I hope you don’t mind me sending one ☺️ Could you write something with the Bllk boys experiencing their first head scratch from the reader while laying on her chest? And after that, they get hooked—constantly asking for more, always laying on her chest and begging for head scratchies nonstop!! Saying stuff like, “Every day. I need this every day. Scratchies on the softest pillow known to man,” or “Yeah, just like that… soft chest, magic fingers… mmhm.”
ANYWAY I LOVE UR FICS SO MUCH 💗 they’re like a cozy hug I didn’t know I needed!! ur writing makes me feel so safe n happy ily keep killin it bestieee 💕💞🫶
ᓚᘏᗢ — bllk: don't stop !
synopsis: in which they rest on you and a few innocent head scratches quickly turn into an unexpectedly addictive love language, and none of them are ready to let you stop.
characters: rin, nagi, isagi, reo, chigiri, michael, sae + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3
— rin itoshi
you were lying on the couch, rin's head resting in your lap while the tv played some random documentary he claimed was "just background noise". your fingers had idly drifted into his hair - mostly because you liked the way it looked messy - and out of habit, you began running your nails gently along his scalp.
and rin... froze.
not in a bad way, but like someone who just got hit with a sensory overload he wasn't prepared for.
"what are you doing?" he asked, voice lower than usual.
you glanced down, amused. "giving you head scratches, why?"
his eyes were half-lidded, lashes fluttering a little. you laughed and leaned down slightly. "wait.. are you enjoying this?"
"i didn't say that."
"but you didn't say no either."
rin scowled up at you but the effect was ruined by the way he leaned ever so slightly into your touch when your fingers found that one spot near the back of his head. a tiny sound, barely audible, left him.
minutes passed. the documentary kept playing. you kept scratching. rin kept pretending he wasn't dying inside.
until your hand stilled to pick up your phone and-
his brows furrowed. "why'd you stop?"
you blinked. "oh. thought you were falling asleep."
"... i wasn't."
"you want me to keep going?"
rin said nothing, just stared at the ceiling. you laughed softly and resumed your motion. his shoulders relaxed again and he exhaled like someone had just removed a weight from his chest.
after a while, you felt his hand slip around your waist, not to stop you, just to hold it in place.
"...don't stop," he muttered, so quiet you almost didn't catch it.
you smiled, leaning back against the cushions. "okay, rin."
— nagi seishiro
it started with a lazy afternoon and nagi sprawled out on top of you like a very large cat, limbs heavy and warm and not moving.
you rested your hand in his hair and absentmindedly ran your fingers through the soft, snow-white strands.
"...mmm."
you glanced down. "what?"
his eyes were half-shut. "didn't know you could touch my brain like that."
you laughed. "it's just your scalp, sei."
"no," he mumbled, nuzzling closer. "feels like heaven."
you scratched gently behind his ear and felt him melt against you like butter. when your hand paused to check your phone-
"hey," he muttered, without opening his eyes, "you stopped."
"i figured you were asleep."
"nope. still alive. want more."
you gave in with a soft chuckle, watching his lip curve up lazily. "i could live like this forever."
isagi yoichi
you'd barely started when isagi blinked up at you with wide eyes, like you'd just shown him the secret to life.
"wait. what was that?" he asked, voice hushed like you'd cast a spell.
you grinned. "just head scratches."
"do it again."
you obeyed, fingers dragging slowly through his thick, dark hair, and he made a small noise of appreciation. the kind you'd expect from someone sinking into a warm bath after almost freezing to death.
"you're way too good at this," he mumbled, face buried in your hoodie. "are you trying to seduce me?"
"...you're already mine."
"true," he laughed. then, softer: "please don't stop."
you didn't. not even when he fell asleep mid-sentence, with a smile still lingering on his lips.
— reo mikage
reo was used to luxury. silk sheets, five-star dinners, champagne. but this?
this was something else entirely, really.
"you know," he said, voice oddly serious, "this might be better than every wagyu i ate."
you blinked. "what?"
"your nails. my hair. this whole situation. feels like a high-tier spa treatment."
you rolled your eyes, teasing. "do i charge your card, then?"
"charge me everything. my soul, even."
you burst out laughing. he grinned, smug - but the second you paused to adjust your position, his hand caught yours.
"no no no. where do you think you're going?"
"i was just-"
"continue until i'm dead."
you resumed, giggling, while he relaxed again with a dreamy sigh.
— chigiri hyoma
chigiri had trouble relaxing. his body always felt like it needed to do something - run, train, move.
but now, with your fingers threading gently through his long, silky hair, he felt like maybe stillness wasn't so bad.
"...you're really good at that," he murmured, eyes fluttering shut.
"yeah?"
"yeah. it's like… i can breathe easier."
your chest squeezed a little at that.
you stroked slowly, tangling the strands and then smoothing them out again, over and over. and when you paused for just a second-
he opened one eye. "keep going?"
you smiled. "of course."
and for once, chigiri didn't want to be anywhere else but right there in your arms.
— michael kaiser
michael had dropped his head onto your chest dramatically, claiming he needed a "royal recharge." (whatever that meant."
you started giving him head scratches - partly to shut him up, mostly because you were curious what would happen.
to your shock, he went quiet.
"…this is," he said after a pause, "kind of insane."
"in a good way?"
"in an i'd-pay-you-for-this way. but also i'd sue if anyone found out."
you snorted. "i'm filming it."
his head shot up in horror.
"I'M KIDDING-" you wheezed.
he narrowed his eyes and dropped back down, grumbling. "evil woman. keep going."
"say please," you grinned, brushing back his strands until he relaxed fully again.
"please," he mumbled.
God help you - you actually liked this man.
— sae itoshi
sae had been scrolling through his phone, reclined lazily against you, when you ran your fingers through his hair on a whim.
he paused.
"you don't have to do that," he muttered.
"i want to."
silence. then: "fine."
you kept at it. slow. gentle. careful. you expected him to flinch, or make some sarcastic comment.
but he didn't.
in fact, he sank lower, his head tilting slightly into your touch like a cat pretending it wasn't needy.
after a while, you stopped to grab your water.
"why'd you stop?"
you blinked. "oh, i thought you were over it."
"i wasn't."
a beat. then, lower: "it's actually nice."
you laughed. "i know. i mean, it's me doing it. why wouldn't it be nice?"
his hand found your thigh in a loose grip. and he didn't say another word.
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How the LADS men react to their gf showing physical affection, who is a bit scared to show affection
A/N: a post with all the lads boys this time...hopefully I did them justice
Tags/warnings: she/her pronouns used (should i try using gender neutral terms?), s/o has a little fear of vulnerability (can you see a pattern haha), s/o in raf's may be a bit too specific (she is described to have a passion for music), fluff <3
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Rafayel
Music softly filled the living room of the artist's house. A classic played, one of Beethoven's symphonies. Rafayel always experimented painting with different music playing, seeing what emotions it could evoke. His girlfriend loved that about him, as she had a passion for music. She smiled softly as she stood in the hallway. Rafayel sat on a stool, his back to her, an easel and canvas in front of him, a brush slowly moving across it. Y/n didn't want to interrupt, really. But a recent breakdown has caused the couple to have a conversation and she promised she would try to be more vulnerable with him. Even though it scared her. She wanted to start small. Right now she really really wanted a hug from her boyfriend. That shouldn't be too much to ask.
Nervously, she made her way into the room and approached Rafayel. She hesitated for a moment, but continued. “Cutie?” Rafayel questioned, hearing footsteps, but not turning to look or stop his painting. Y/n said nothing and waited for his brush to finish the stroke before nervously wrapping her arms around him, placing her head onto his back. She felt extremely embarrassed. There was no reason to. This was Rafayel. Her Rafayel. Her boyfriend. The man let out a soft gasp in surprise and tensed up. “Wha- you-” he spluttered.
“Wan’ a hug,” she mumbled into his back. It took Rafayel a moment to process, not used to the sudden display of affection from his lover. When his brain began to work again, his heart soared. He placed his pallet and brush down before turning around and wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her almost too much with a happy giggle. “Mmm. What should I do? This painting has to be done by tomorrow, but my baby needs my cuddles,” he sighed. Y/n tried to back away, not wanting to harm his work. Her ears still burned with embarrassment and she was sure her face matched. Maybe this was all a bad idea. Rafayel wouldn't let her break away, pulling her closer.
“Sorry, I'll-” she began, but was interrupted by Rafayel quickly dropping his arms to hold her thighs and lift her into his arms.
“Ah well, what can you do,” he sang. Y/n glanced up at him to see a huge, dorky smile on his face. “Feels even better when you initiate a hug then me hugging you,” he admitted. The girl felt her face flush again and she hid her face in his neck. “Cute,” he pressed a kiss to her hair. “But seriously, I know that was hard for you. I admire your vulnerability. And of course I will happily cuddle you for the rest of the night! Should we head to bed early or watch that movie you wanted?” The girl was speechless and just shrugged, making him laugh. “Aww is my cutie still embarrassed? There's nothing to be embarrassed about.” She whined in response. She felt her weight shift as Rafayel sat down on his couch. Rafayel hummed. “Can I make you be a bit more vulnerable and give me a kiss?” He asked. Y/n sighed and took a brief moment to breathe before lifting her face to look at him. She quickly kissed his lips before returning to her hiding spot. Rafayel couldn't hold back his laugh, holding her tightly as he shook with laughter.
Minutes later, she heard the TV turn on, the pre-movie credits playing. Rafayel moved his girlfriend somewhat begrudgingly, so that she was now sitting next to him, her legs across his lap. She looked at him confused. He nodded towards the TV. “Kind of hard for you to watch if you're just pressed against my chest, no?” He asked, moving his arm to wrap around her back, the other reaching for her hand and placing a kiss on it. “And don't worry, I'll definitely be getting my real kiss later. As many as I want,” he winked at her. Safe to say he did not complete his painting that night, which wasn't abnormal for the artist. He had more important things to do.
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Sylus
The Onychinus base was dark. A few lights leading y/n to the boss. Sylus was in his study, working on something. She wasn't sure what, but she didn't intend to stay long. It weighed heavily on her mind that she never initiated any physical contact with Sylus, her boyfriend. He hadn't said anything, but she had been in her head about it. If she were dating someone and they never initiated anything, she'd think they didn't really like her. She didn't want Sylus to think that. The problem was she's not good at initiating contact. It terrifies her. So even when she wanted to, she held back. But after thinking, she decided she would initiate physical contact, no matter how scary. Starting small of course. Today's plan of action? A hug before she went off to bed. It wasn't unusual for her to say goodnight to the man, but he was always the one to wave her over to hug or kiss her. Tonight she wasn't going to let him.
The girl softly knocked on the door, opening it slowly and peeking in. Sylus’s brow raised, pleased by the sudden interruption. He looked down at his watch, unaware of his girlfriend swiftly making her way across the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but was shocked by how close she now was. Wordlessly, she climbed into his chair with him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around him. “Just wanted to say goodnight,” she whispered. Y/n wanted to sound confident, but her voice betrayed her, shaking slightly. Sylus smiled, his large hands resting on her back. “This is quite the surprise,” Sylus began, not wanting to push her too far. Of course he had noticed his girlfriend's behavior. He could tell when she wanted a hug or kiss, but then did nothing about it. He didn't say anything, not wanting to push her and trusting she would when she was ready. It didn't bother him that she never kissed him. It bothered him that she wanted to kiss him, but didn't. Sylus was determined to do everything in his power to let you be comfortable to take what you wanted from him. “I always come say goodnight,” y/n tried to play off the action. He chuckled.
“Yes, and I love that. But,” he hesitated, unsure how to put his feelings into words that wouldn't hurt her unintentionally. “You never do this. Not that I mind. I'm happy you're finally taking what you want from me.”
“Can I take more?” She quietly asked.
“You can take anything and everything from me,” he replied.
“Come to bed? At least for a little bit. I know you have work to do, but-” she was cut off by Sylus standing, carrying her to his bedroom. He placed her down gently, tucking her into bed before getting in next to her and wrapping his arms around her again, her head tucked into his neck. He lifted her head and pressed a slow kiss to her lips, appreciating her actions. “Take whatever you want. Goodnight, love.”
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Xavier
Y/n paced back and forth in her apartment. She had woken up in the middle of the night, a nightmare interrupting her sleep. What had caused her to pace however, was a decision she had to make. Her dreams had been plagued with memories of what happened to her grandmother, her death anniversary coming up. When she woke up, she felt horribly lonely and the thought of her boyfriend a few apartments down almost made it worse. She was an adult, she could handle a little nightmare and just go back to bed. Or she could get in the elevator and go see Xavier. He wouldn't mind, right? But her boyfriend loved his sleep. Like a lot. She didn't want to interrupt that. Plus he had just gotten back from a mission, only texting to let her know he got back safe and was headed to bed. She decided she could be stealthy enough, putting on some slippers and heading out the door.
The building was quiet, which made sense because it was the middle of the night. But it was cold and y/n regretted not grabbing a coat, only in her pj's. The elevator seemed to move slower and she wondered if she should just turn around and deal with this alone as she always had. But the last time she had a nightmare, Xavier happened to be over and she told him she would come to him if it happened again. She technically already broke that promise, having a similar dream soon after but dealing with it alone. This one however, felt more intense. She would not be getting any sleep after it. The bell dinged and she excited the elevator, walking over to his apartment.
She didn't bother knocking, just using the spare key he gave her and opening the door suddenly. She was a bit surprised to see her boyfriend asleep on the couch- his arm draping off the side. This presented a new problem. He was clearly so tired after the mission, he passed out on the couch, still wearing his uniform. Y/n bit her lip in thought. Her original plan was to just get into bed next to him and sleep, but that wasn't possible with him on the couch. She'd have to wake him up. She'd have to tell him about her nightmare and that she wanted to stay with him. It was too much. As she turned to leave, she was stopped. “Is that you y/n?” Xavier had spoken through a yawn. “Are you okay?” Her hand froze on the doorknob of his door, not knowing if she should book it or not. But she wanted to get some rest. She wanted her boyfriend's comfort.
“I had another nightmare,” y/n finally said, turning around to see her boyfriend now sitting up on the couch. He smiled sleepily at her. “Mm come to bed with me. Too cold to sleep alone anyway,” he stood, stretching. She nodded and walked over to him, unable to hold back and hugging him. He held her back, saying nothing even when he felt a few hot tears fall on his shoulder. “You're okay now. Thank you for coming to me,” he whispered to her. She nodded and backed away. Xavier gently wiped her face with his fingers. “Let me change and I'll meet you in bed?” She nodded and they headed to his room.
Once in something more comfortable, Xavier got into his bed, spooning his girlfriend. He sighed happily, nuzzling into her neck. Y/n felt better. Warm. Being held by the one she loved most, she was able to find rest that night.
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Zayne
When the door to his apartment opened, Zayne was greeted by his girlfriend wrapping her arms around him. He was a bit surprised, not expecting her to be there. He hugged her back, not letting go. He always made sure to not let go first, knowing his girlfriend. She struggled to show her affection, so when she did he made sure to not break away early, soaking up all the affection he could from her. Usually, her hugs were brief, but today's wasn't. She held onto him, breathing in his scent. Zayne hesitated for a moment on whether to let go. But decided against it, thinking there must be a reason. “You smell good,” y/n murmured.
“Is that so? I just got out of a five hour surgery,” he questioned. Maybe she believed she needed a reason to hug him longer than normal because he surely didn't smell good.
“Oh,” she hesitated, her excuse nullified.
“Is everything okay?” Zayne softly asked.
“Yeah, I just,” she hesitated again. “Wanna hold you. I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” he smiled. “Not that I want to let you go, but what is that smell?”
“Oh, I cooked you some dinner. I figured you'd be hungry.”
“You didn't have to do that.”
“I know,” she replied, breaking away from the hug to look at him and smile. “I just wanted to. I figured we could eat and then watch a movie tonight?”
“Sounds lovely. Let me go wash up,” he smiled at her before disappearing into his room. Y/n moved to his kitchen, playing the food she had prepared for them. Nothing fancy, but tasty nonetheless. Zayne had returned unnoticed, only making himself known when he wrapped his arms around her, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek. The two said nothing, only swaying in the kitchen to unheard music. “The foods gonna get cold,” y/n warned. Zayne sighed, but agreed, releasing her to sit down and eat.
Zayne has refused to let y/n do the dishes after they had finished. Arguing that she had done so much to prepare it, it was only fair he cleaned up. She eventually listened, going to set up the movie in the living room. He joined her, sitting down next to her and grabbing a side blanket- her favorite. Even though she bought the blanket for him to “liven up his house”, she used it anytime she came over, snuggling into it. When the movie began, Zayne watched as his girlfriend excitedly cuddled up to him, pulling the blanket onto them both. They were quiet for a while, enjoying each other's company and the movie. The movie had slowed, the plot not being very intense. “You know you don't have to do all of this to cuddle with me,” Zayne whispered to her. She nodded, blushing slightly.
“I know. I wanted to. It somehow makes it easier than outright asking for you to hold me. That still scares me,” she admitted.
“Well first off, thank you for the dinner and everything. It was very nice. Second, you don't have to say anything or do anything grand. You can just pull me down here to the couch or bed and I'll happily hold you as long as you need. I know you show your love through actions, so I'm not saying to stop doing that. I'm just saying it's not necessary or a prerequisite to physical touch,” he explained. She nodded and looked at him with a smile.
“I know, promise. It's nice to hear I don't have to get to the point of straight up asking you for what I want though. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough.”
“And if not, that's okay. I like to think I know you pretty well and can understand your hints no matter how small.”
“Oh really? Then what do I want right now?” She asked, eyes sparkling.
“A kiss,” he answered simply, leaning in to do just that. When he pulled back, he noticed her face erupted into a cute blush. “Was I wrong?” He asked. She shook her head, embarrassed that he truly had known. No one else had ever paid that much attention to her. “I love you Zayne,” y/n told him.
“And I love you too.”
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Caleb
It was surprising to y/n that she struggled to be “touchy feely” with her current boyfriend. They were childhood friends after all. She was more comfortable with him than anyone, even after everything that happened. Caleb never said anything about it, probably knowing she had this struggle with everyone. He never pushed it either. To him, that's just his girlfriend. She's everything he's ever wanted and more. Sure, she struggles to be a bit vulnerable and come to him for a hug or cuddle or kiss, but that was okay. He was happy to initiate all of that. But for y/n, it was something that made her insecure. In relationships, you were supposed to hug and kiss and sure she and Caleb did, but she never kissed him. She had hugged him plenty of times, but holding his hand and kissing him was another story. She wanted to, of course, they were dating now. But it terrified her for some reason. The judgement from others maybe was part of it, another that for some reason if she initiated anything Caleb would be disgusted with her. She knew it was irrational, but that didn't make it any easier.
Today was one of the rare days they both had off and Caleb was in town. They had spent most of the day indoors, playing games, ordering food and spending time with each other. But after a while, they got a little stir crazy and decided to head to a nearby park to go on a little walk and then maybe grab some dinner. The sun was out and it overall was a beautiful day. They walked down the path, chatting and messing around with each other. Y/n had run ahead, telling Caleb that he was still the slowest person ever. When he caught up, her heart thumped in her chest, more so due to nerves than the exercise. She tried to be as natural as possible as she grabbed his hand next to hers, holding it and swinging it slightly by her side. She said nothing. She couldn't even look at him, suddenly finding the trees around them to be the most interesting thing she's ever seen. But the flush of her cheeks told a different story.
When Caleb felt his girlfriend's soft fingers hold his, he thought his heart would combust. He immediately turned to her, to find her blushing and looking away. He was shocked, knowing that this was something that was hard for her. He always said that it was okay she never held his hand out kissed him and he really thought that. But now he wasn't so sure he could go back. “Someones gotten braver,” he commented, making her pout.
“It's just hand holding,” she muttered, moving their hands in front of them so they could see their hands intertwined. “Oh really? But you've never grabbed mine before,” he reasoned. She dropped their hands back to their sides.
“Yeah well, a lot has changed,” she shrugged, trying to play it cool. Caleb laughed at her. “I returned almost a year ago and we started dating soon after. And only now you take my hand?” He teased. “Something big must have changed in the past two weeks.”
“Yep,” she agreed, not breaking her act. “So much has changed that I can even do this.” She suddenly stopped walking and pressed a kiss to his lips. Caleb froze and she took the opportunity to let go of his hand and run away. When he returned to reality, he heard her laughing, his personal favorite song as she ran away from him. “Don't think you can get away with that!” He called after her, running to catch up, a huge grin on his face.
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the perfect fit [bucky barnes x f!reader]
Pairing: Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant!Reader
Synopsis: While preparing for an important congressional dinner, Bucky takes his personal assistant shopping for the perfect dress. But when the tension between them becomes unbearable, they find themselves tangled in a moment of reckless passion inside a dressing room. As professionalism crumbles, Bucky makes it clear—he’s done holding back.
Word Count: 2200
Tags/warnings: 18+ explicit content. employer x employee, p in v, f receiving oral, exhibitionism kind of\sex in public, body worship, bucky is sooooo obsessed with you.
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The morning after Tokyo was a delicate thing—silent, tentative, and wrapped in the weight of everything that had been said and done. You had woken up with Bucky’s arm draped over your waist, his body warm and solid behind you. For a few perfect moments, it felt like something real. Something permanent.
But then reality came crashing back in.
You had pulled away first, slipping from the bed before the morning light could make things more complicated than they already were. Bucky had let you go, watching you dress in silence, his blue eyes dark with something unreadable, yet recognisable. And just like that, you had fallen back into your roles—assistant and congressman, professional and detached, as if the night before hadn’t happened.
Only, it had happened. And no amount of careful distance could change that.
The rest of the day had been routine, filled with meetings and preparations for the upcoming professional dinner with members of Congress. The event was a crucial one, meant to secure relationships and reinforce Bucky’s place in the political world. You had spent the afternoon coordinating details, ensuring everything ran smoothly, pretending not to feel the way his gaze lingered on you whenever you walked into a room.
It wasn’t until late afternoon that Bucky called for you.
"We need to get you something to wear for tonight," he reminded, standing near the window of his hotel suite, his tie loosened just enough to make him look devastatingly good. "I want you to look nice."
You blinked. “Is it really essential I attend the dinner? It’s you that they want to see.”
Bucky frowned. “Where I go, you go. I’m not spending an evening with those stuck-up politicians without you by my side. Besides, if things go haywire, I need you there.”
You hesitated, knowing he was right. Bucky knew how to behave, but sometimes, when challenged, he could act a little irrationally, especially when it came to the campaign. His fight was so important to him. Bucky represented every person who had ever been misunderstood.
“I could borrow a dress from Tara, I suppose.” You shrugged. Truthfully, you’d been sort of intimidated by Tara. She had golden tan skin and long legs and honey blonde hair. Asking her to borrow a dress would have been your own personal nightmare, but you’d rather do that than have Bucky spend his money on you.
‘Tara doesn’t have any dresses either,” He gave you a look that made your stomach twist. “At least, not the kind of dress that I want you to wear."
That should not have sent heat rushing to your core. But it did. He was really adamant about seeing you in this dress.
You swallowed hard, gathering your composure. "Fine. I’ll find something."
"I’ll take you."
That made you pause. "You don’t have to—"
"I want to," he cut in, voice low. "Come on."
You knew it was a bad idea. But you followed him anyway.
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The boutique was upscale, discreet, and filled with racks of elegant evening wear. You had tried to refuse when Bucky insisted on taking you shopping for the formal congressional dinner that evening, but he had been adamant. "I want to do this for you," he'd said, and that was that.
Now, you stood in front of a three-way mirror, examining yourself in a sleek, midnight blue dress that hugged every curve. Small Swarvoski crystals delicately outlined the hem of the dress, and as it caught the light, it sparkled. It was undoubtedly stunning—but you barely noticed. Your focus was on the man sitting in a plush chair a few feet away, his sharp gaze locked on you like a predator watching his prey.
Bucky had been quiet the entire time, watching you try on different dresses with an unreadable expression. But this time? This time, you saw it. The way his jaw tightened. The way his fingers flexed against the armrest. The way his blue eyes darkened with something unmistakable.
Heat pooled in your stomach.
You swallowed hard, adjusting the thin straps of the dress. "What do you think?” You were nervous to ask.
Bucky stood slowly, his movements controlled, deliberate. He stepped toward you, his warmth pressing against your back as his hands ghosted over your bare shoulders. His eyes met yours in the mirror.
"You know exactly what I think," he murmured, his voice a low rasp.
A shiver ran down your spine. "Bucky—"
"Shh," he whispered, his hands trailing down your arms, then lower, fingertips grazing the sides of your waist. "Turn around."
You obeyed, heart pounding. The moment you faced him, his hands slid to your hips, fingers pressing possessively into the fabric.
"You shouldn't look at me like that," you breathed.
"Like what?" His lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm against your skin. His question was innocently taunting.
You swallowed the hard lump in your throat. ”Like you’re about to ruin me."
A slow, wicked smirk tugged at his lips. "Doll, you have no idea."
Before you could protest, he was backing you into the nearest fitting room, the heavy curtain falling shut behind him. His mouth crashed into yours, all restraint crumbling as he kissed you with desperate, unrelenting hunger. His hands roamed, gripping, teasing, pulling you impossibly closer.
You gasped as he spun you around, pressing your back against the mirror. His hands were on your thighs, bunching up the silky fabric of your dress, pushing it higher and higher until his fingers met bare skin.
"Bucky, someone could hear—"
"Let 'em." His lips trailed down your neck, teeth scraping over sensitive skin. "You’re mine, sweetheart. I don’t care who knows it."
Your mind spun, torn between the scandal of it and the undeniable, dizzying need for him. Your hands clawed at his shirt, tugging it loose as his fingers slid under the fabric of your panties, teasing, tormenting.
You muffled a moan against his shoulder, and he chuckled darkly. "That’s right, baby. Be quiet for me. Think you can do that?"
Bucky dropped to his knees before you, his large hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the silky fabric of the dress higher until it bunched around your hips. He exhaled heavily, eyes dark and filled with reverence as he took you in.
This was madness. Reckless. Completely unprofessional.
And yet, you knew—there was no stopping him. No stopping this.
The dinner could wait. Right now, you had far more pressing matters to attend to.
And just like that, the last bit of restraint between you shattered.
"You're perfect," he murmured, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His stubble scraped deliciously, sending a shiver up your spine.
Your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping the expensive fabric of his suit as his lips trailed higher, his breath warm against your bare skin. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with agonizing slowness. The anticipation sent heat pooling between your legs, your breath coming in soft, desperate gasps.
Bucky glanced up, his pupils blown wide. "Gotta be quiet for me, sweetheart. Think you can do that?"
You barely had time to nod before his mouth was on you, his tongue sweeping through your folds in a slow, deliberate stroke. A strangled moan caught in your throat, your body arching as pleasure flooded through you.
He hummed against you, his grip tightening on your thighs to keep you steady. "That's it, baby. Just let me take care of you."
The way he worshipped you—every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck—had you unraveling too fast, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled you deeper into the blissful haze of him. And when his lips closed around your clit, sucking with just the right amount of pressure, you bit down on your own wrist to stifle the cry threatening to spill free.
Bucky groaned against you, his own restraint barely hanging by a thread. "So fuckin' sweet," he muttered, the vibrations sending you spiraling over the edge.
You came undone with a silent cry, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Bucky didn't stop, drawing out every last aftershock until you were nothing but a boneless mess against the mirror.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes were full of something dark and dangerous. He pressed a kiss to your thigh before rising to his feet, his hands framing your face as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"I could do that all day," he rasped against your lips. "But we’ve got a dinner to get to."
Your breath came in shaky gasps as he smirked, smoothing down your dress like nothing had happened. But the look in his eyes told you otherwise.
This was far from over.
Before you could catch your breath, Bucky’s hands slid back down your body, gripping your thighs as he hoisted you up against the wall. A gasp slipped from your lips, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he pressed his body flush against yours.
"Still want me to stop?" he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and teasing.
Your fingers tangled in his hair. "No," you whispered. "Please, don’t stop."
That was all he needed. With a desperate groan, Bucky hiked your dress up further, his hands gripping your thighs as he positioned himself between them. The sharp sound of his belt unbuckling filled the small dressing room, followed by the quiet rustle of fabric as he freed himself.
The first push was slow, agonizing, stretching you around him in a way that had your nails digging into his shoulders. He cursed under his breath, his forehead dropping to yours as he sank in inch by inch, savouring the way your body clenched around him.
"Jesus, sweetheart," he ground out, his voice strained. "You feel so fuckin’ good."
Your legs tightened around his waist as he started to move, each thrust deliberate, controlled—like he was savouring every moment. But you could feel the tension in him, the barely restrained hunger threatening to snap.
"Look at you," he murmured, tilting your chin up so he could watch your expression in the mirror. "Wearing this pretty little dress just for me… and now I’m ruining it."
The words sent heat shooting through you, your head falling back as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate. The silk of the dress bunched around your waist, the delicate fabric caught between your bodies as he fucked you hard enough to leave marks, hard enough to ensure you’d feel him for days.
"Bucky—" You barely choked out his name before he silenced you with a bruising kiss, swallowing every moan, every broken gasp.
The coil of pleasure tightened low in your stomach, winding dangerously tight as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. His grip on your thighs tightened, his metal hand cool against overheated skin as he pounded into you with reckless abandon.
"Come for me, baby," he rasped against your lips. "Let me feel it."
And just like that, you shattered, your body arching as pleasure crashed over you in waves, dragging him down with you. He groaned against your neck, his hips stuttering as he spilled into you, his breath ragged and uneven.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, tangled together in the aftermath, your bodies slick with sweat and desire.
Then, with a lazy smirk, Bucky reached down, smoothing the crumpled fabric of your dress. "Guess we’re buying this one."
You laughed breathlessly, resting your forehead against his. "Yeah, no way we’re leaving it behind now."
His hands lingered on your hips, his eyes dark with something that looked dangerously close to devotion. "You really are somethin’ else, sweetheart."
And as much as you knew this was reckless, you couldn't bring yourself to care.
You hummed, lacing your fingers in his hand and bringing it up to your face, pressing a chaste kiss across his knuckles.
“Does this feel wrong to you?” You asked, out of nowhere. “What we’re doing… I feel like it’s supposed to feel wrong but it doesn’t. It actually feels right. For once it feels like I’m doing the right thing.”
His hand was so much bigger than yours. Before Bucky could reply, you gasped, noticing the time on his wristwatch.
“Shit, we’re gonna be so late for dinner. We have to go now!”
Bucky stayed still. “It’s okay if we’re a little late, no?”
“No Buck,” you laughed softly. “You have to make a good impression. There’s going to be senators at this dinner.”
Bucky grumbled. “I’m not dressed.”
“Well, we’re at the tailors. I say it’s your turn. Let’s grab you a tuxedo.” You beamed, staying in the dress that you’d be wearing for dinner and pulling the Congressman out of the fitting room. “I’m thinking something dark blue… so we can match each other?” You suggested; lips pursed into a smirk.
“Whatever you want, darling.” He replied, following you out of the fitting room.
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Try it, Bite it
I HAD to write some smutty one shot after seeing Pedro's interview on Jimmy Kimmel which resulted in this fanfiction. Enjoy :)
Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, riding, arm/hand kink?, fingering (f receiving), a little bit of oral (f receiving), choking, fluff, lots of praise and sweetness, a little bit of angst in the beginning, established relationship, Pedro being a literal dream
Wordcount: 5,198
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You felt your breath fastening up and simulatenously wanted to roll your eyes.
How was it possible that you weren't able to control yourself for once? You were supposed to support Pedro and here you were practically drooling at the sight of him your brain being a total mush.
It had already started before he even had walked out to sit on the couch when you had wished him good luck backstage. He wore this goddamn black t-shirt that showed off his trained arms too well and was the cause of this whole mess.
You had only run your eyes over him once, pupils dilating at his toned biceps and were just glad that Pedro hadn't seemed to notice your reaction. Then you had said goodbye to take your seat in the audience your cheeks flushing as you had felt his strong arms tightly wrapped around you and a part of you was relieved to get out of his room because you were scared of what you might have done if you had spent another second with him alone.
You had felt like a horny teenage boy that had only sex on his mind and had needed a moment to calm down after the encounter with your husband. And now, almost an hour later you were at the exact same point.
When Pedro had came out a couple of minutes ago you had cheered along with everyone else, glowing with pride of him but when you had watched him hug Jimmy Kimmel the smile on your lips had faded your eyes glued to his arms.
'Fuck,' you had cursed inside of your head and tried your best to hide your arousal as you simply couldn't look anywhere else. You obviously knew how well-trained Pedro was at the moment and had never felt shy to give his arms and shoulders a special treatment during sex but it had never been that bad.
You wanted him so badly that you would have run up to him and pull him into a hug just to feel how strong he was at once hadn't there been this quiet rational voice in your head urging you to act normal and not embarrass your husband.
Now it was the middle of the show and you felt incredibly bad for not being able to listen to the interview but your mind traveled elsewhere all the time no matter how hard you concentrated on their conversation. Your eyes relentlessly wandered to his shoulders and arms that were so perfectly hugged and shown off by the shirt.
You wished to sink your teeth into his muscles, trace them with your fingers or tongue and spoil him until he would fall asleep. You wanted him to show you how strong his arms were by pinning you down on the bed and holding you there while pounding into you and – Fuck.
This couldn't be true. You seriously sat there a few feet away from your husband who gave an interview on one of America's biggest late night shows and you daydreamed about him fucking you? Not only did you have zero restraint, no, you were also a very bad wife.
You blinked a few times and shook with your head trying to make the heat in your face vanish and then forced yourself to listen to what they were talking about. You suceeded for a few seconds but then the interview was already over and you quickly rose to your feet and clapped with your hands feeling worse with every second. You had barely heard anything because you were too fucking horny. Fuck.
Once the applause had died down you sat back in your seat inhaling deeply and savoured the fresh air entering your lungs. Now that Pedro had vanished behind the curtain your mind started to feel more clear again, of course. But now it was too late and you had kind of missed your husband's whole appearance. You sighed again hands folding in your lap and chewed on your bottom lip while Coco next to you searched for something in her purse.
"He was amazing, wasn't he?" she then asked turning to you with a big smile.
You forced a chuckle out of you that sounded much more insecure than you had imagined but quickly nodded. "Yes. He really was."
"Are you alright?" Coco then wanted to know and you wished to disappear in the ground.
"Y-Yes. It's just a little warm in here, don't you think?"
Well done. Out of everything you could have said, that was the answer you had come up with. If Coco hadn't already realized what was wrong with you she surely did now.
"A little. But we will be out of here soon."
You nodded looking down at your hands counting the minutes until you could leave and go to the bathroom to splash some cold water in your face. But of course you had to be patient for almost 30 more minutes until you finally had the opportunity to rush to the toilets after having let Coco know.
Once there you rested your hands on either side of the sink taking deep breaths before letting cold water pour into your hands and splashing it onto your cheeks careful not to ruin your makeup. It worked wonders and after doing it a few more times you started to feel like a normal human being again. Of course you still felt a little bad but at least your body had cooled down and you felt kind of ready to meet with Pedro. If only he would take off this goddamn shirt already and then you might be able to focus on the words coming out of his mouth.
You met Pedro backstage in his wardrobe again and to your misfortune he hadn't changed yet.
"Hi baby," he smiled immediately pulling you towards him and you almost moaned at the way his arms locked you to his body.
"Hey," you whispered already failing in acting normally. "You did so wonderful, Pedro, I loved it."
To say you felt bad saying this was an understatement. It broke your heart to lie to him but at the same time you definitely wouldn't tell him that you hadn't listened to a single word of the interview right after.
"Thank you, honey. I had such a good time. I feel like the vibe was there, right?"
You nodded against his chest feeling grateful that he didn't see your guilty expression.
"Yes. It was, I… I did…"
Your voice broke tears welling in your eyes because you simply couldn't do that. You hated lying and what you hated even more was lying to your husband. Therefore you hugged him tighter seeking comfort snuggled up against his chest and sniffed when Pedro kissed your hair.
"Are you alright, baby? What's wrong?"
You slightly pulled away so you could look up to him but made sure that he didn't let go off you.
"I'm sorry, Pedro. I… I'm really sorry."
He frowned a deep crease appearing between his brows as he questioningly tilted his head at you.
"For what?"
You dropped your gaze your hands caressing his chest and shoulder before cradling the back of his head.
"I… I'm sorry. I was kind of distracted during the interview and I… I didn't really listen to most of what you were saying. I'm sorry, I know I'm a terrible person and wife and I regret it so much and I'm feeling really terrible right now but I can't lie to you and pretend and… Fuck, I don't know."
You rubbed over your eyes lips forming a pout but then Pedro pulled you to his chest again carefully pressing your head to his nape.
"Stop," he chuckled and traced patterns over the back of your head.
"No. I'm sorry. I wanted to be there for you and support you and I didn't. I let you down and I'm gonna make it up to you, I promise."
Pedro sighed and kissed your forehead while gently combing through your hair.
"Jesus, y/n… I don't think you know how much you've supported me these last couple of weeks and months. And today as well. Just because you haven't listened to the interview doesn't mean you let me down. You were here for me the whole day, letting me complain about my anxiety and nervousness, you listened to me and were so patient with me although I was a nightmare. I should be the one apologizing to you."
You shook with your head reaching with your hand to his mouth in order to shut him up but missed and the both of you had to laugh as you pressed your hand against his chin. But then you got serious again pulling away from his chest so you could meet his gaze and make sure he took your words to heart.
"Don't say that, Pedro. Don't say you were a nightmare. I'm so fucking proud of you for all of this and don't you dare apologize for anything. You're the sweetest and kindest and funniest person every single day and the very least I can do on days like these is listening to your goddamn interviews."
He broke into a smirk at your words shaking his head in disapprovement but then pulled you in for a kiss.
"Please don't beat yourself up for this, baby. I'm so far from being mad at you about it and you are aware that we can watch the interview together on youtube tonight, right? It's not a big deal, I promise. Please look at me."
Your eyes darted up to him again smiling softly as his finger trailed up your jawline.
"I love you and I would still love you if you missed my next 50 interviews."
"I will never miss any interview of yours again," you quickly stated cradling his cheek but Pedro interrupted you bringing a finger to your mouth.
"Baby, I appreciate your support so much and you can't seriously believe that you're a bad wife just because you didn't properly listen to one interview. I can't imagine how a person could support me better and be there for me more than you are and I mean every. Single. Word."
You teared up at his words wrapping your arms around him with a new determination and shut your eyes simply enjoying to smell his familiar scent and listen to his heartbeat.
"I love you, Pedro."
You could feel him smile against your head and then the two of you stood like that until he took your face in both of his large hands holding you away from him a little. "Baby?"
"Mhm?" you lazily made blinking a couple of times as though you had just woken up from a heavenly dream.
"But why were you distracted?"
Your heart sank into your legs at the question and you instantly felt the heat rising in your face as you tried to come up with an answer as quickly as possible. Pedro was your husband and you definitely shouldn't feel ashamed about yearning for a particular body part of his and yet you couldn't help but feel flustered as he curiously observed you.
"What is it, honey? What drew your attention away from me?"
You shyly grinned looking down at his shirt so you wouldn't have to deal with his piercing eyes because this was already enough to handle.
"Nothing, I… I think it was just… you?"
He narrowed his eyes looking more confused now than before. "What?"
You sighed and gave up in this moment your shoulders dropping but you simply couldn't meet his gaze.
"I think… I was distracted by… you know, your shirt… and the way it makes you look…," you mumbled while nibbling at your thumb that you had brought up to your mouth.
At first you didn't see Pedro's reaction to your words still too shy to take your eyes off the floor but then you heard him chuckle his thumb drawing lazy circles over your cheeks.
"Is that so?" he asked his tone having completely shifted in a way that made your heart skip a beat and goosebumps rise on your arms.
"What about it?"
"Pedro," you whispered pleadingly staring up to him.
"What?" he repeated a mischievious smile sparkling on his lips.
"Your arms. Your shoulders. Your hands."
You had whispered these words close to his nape and in response Pedro's hands ran down your side his grip now firmer and heated up.
"Tell me more," he whispered in your ear holding on to your waist while he started to push you back towards the wall.
"I… I was thinking about kissing your arms and… feeling you grab and hug me. You looked so fucking hot, Pedro, god…," you whimpered feeling him squeeze your waist.
"You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" he chuckled leaving little kisses on your cheek and then when he trailed his hands over your stomach and then to the button of your pants you gasped for air.
"We can't, Pedro. Not in here."
"Why, baby? It's just you and me."
Within seconds of him devouring your swollen lips like it was his tastiest meal and a simple glance downwards to where his hands fumbled with the opening of your pants you were a mush in his arms head falling backwards to rest on the wall and your desire for him taking over your brain.
"Pedro," you whined again your hands gripping his muscular arms the way you had wanted to all night which evoked a low growl in him.
"Yeah honey… Take what you want from me…," he murmured against your parted lips and then finally opened your pants and shoved them down your legs.
The heat pooled in your stomach making your whole body feel like it was on fire and you were sure sweat was already dripping down your forehead just like you were certain your pants were beyond soaked.
Pedro seemingly was wondering the same thing bringing a finger to your clothed pussy and running it over your slit.
"Mhmm yes, there we go… Is that from right now or from the show earlier?"
You once again blushed still not feeling completely free of embarrassment when you thought about the way you had been utterly swept off you feet just because his arms had happened to be on display tonight.
"Both," you plainly answered which wasn't even a lie and then, feeling so eager to fight the throbbing ache between your legs, you rocked your core against him to create some friction with his hand between your thighs.
Pedro laughed which was the happiest and most beautiful sound you had ever heard and then started to suck on your neck his tongue tracing your delicate thin skin.
"I know you need it so badly, mhm? I'm gonna give it to you, baby, I promise. Just tell me what you need."
Your eyes rolled back in your head as your clit brushed against the palm of his hand and your trembling hands held on to his thick arms.
"Need… your hand, Pedro, please."
He smirked a crooked smile, complying to your want though and started to go through your folds with two thick fingers to tease you before stopping at your clit and circling it through the fabric of your underwear. You moaned eyes springing open again and then your eyes darted at his bicep for a brief moment which Pedro obviously noticed.
"Oh honey…," he sniggered his left hand squeezing your waist firmly. "Go on," he then said his husky voice sending you spiraling.
"No need to get shy on me. I told you, I want you to take from me whatever you want. You can look at it, you can kiss it, you can bite it…"
He caressed your chin tilting your head a little so you had no choice but to meet his gaze but his eyes looked so sincere and warm that you had to believe him. Feeling reassured you glanced at his arms again and bit your lip at the way his right arm flexed so wonderfully as he was still busy flicking and toying with your clit.
"Pedro… Oh my fucking god, I need you."
It seemed like these were the words that made him push down the rest of the fabric separating your needy pussy from him and once you were bare he didn't waste any more time collecting your arousal with the pat of two fingers and smearing it all over your cunt.
You writhed and shifted, your whole body shaking with anticipation and the need to push yourself impossibly close to your husband and then when Pedro finally pressed his digits against your throbbing clit you cried out arms wrapping around the back of his neck.
"Fuck, Pedro… Huh," you panted your thighs threatening to close around his hand.
"The things I wanna do to you…," Pedro's hot breath brushed over your ear and it definitely wasn't helping.
He enclosed your clit between two fingers creating delicious friction and teasingly flicking the little nub. When he felt like giving you more he rubbed in tight circles using your arousal as lubrication and soon your wetness was running down your legs which probably would have made you feel embarrassed had he not have you wrapped around his little finger, drooling and salivating at how he knew his way around your body like he had studied you.
"I need you to come for me, baby. I need to see you come all over my hand."
You started to rock your body against him riding his hand to bring yourself closer to your orgasm while Pedro whispered sweet words of encouragement in your ear. Your eyes were fluttering, hand clenching in fists to get rid of the tension in your body but you knew reaching your high would be the only relief that would help you so you tried to get off, rubbing your clit against his hand in time with the movement of his fingers.
But before you could come there was a wish lingering in your head that you just had to express as it had consumed you all night and you knew telling him was what Pedro wanted.
"I need your arms, Pedro," you therefore pleaded helplessly grasping his bicep and without even knowing what exactly it was you needed him to do, he picked you up under your arms, carried you to the carpet in front of the couch and sat down on it.
He turned you around so you could settle between his legs with your back pressed against his chest and then instantly got back to work fingering your pussy while your head was spinning. You seriously wondered how he managed to stay so cool and clear-headed while you were utterly stunned by this new position and when Pedro wrapped his arms around your abdomen his large hand sprawling on top of your stomach your pussy clenched and your body tensed up.
"I'm gonna cum," you whimpered eyes widening while you watched his hand and arms around you and before you could even listen to his answer a fire exploded inside of you and you saw white. You allowed yourself to drop back, your head resting on his shoulder and Pedro was happy to catch you as his arms held you firmly and his mouth whispered phrases of comfort.
"That's good, baby, that's right… You're being such a good girl for me right now… I'm so proud of you for being so honest with me."
He kissed your hair softly cradling your body and trailing his hands up and down your arms.
"I always wanna give you just what you want. Because I love you and I wanna make you feel good."
You let out another whine but this time it was the sound of a cat that had just found her favourite position in the world that she never intended to leave. You snuggled up in his arms adjusting yourself to be closer to him and closed your eyes while listening to his heartbeat.
"That was so perfect, Pedro," you whispered and your smile intensed when he offered you his arm to coil your body around and cling to for dear life. Your fingers were buried in his muscles which sent little shockwaves through his body every now and then and when you started to kiss his skin the both of you almost lost it.
"Baby…," Pedro moaned trying to move his arm away a little but you were determined hands clutching him tightly.
Your mouth traced his veins leaving open-mouthed kisses and the sheer thickness of his biceps alone drove you insane. The prominent bulge that pressed up against your ass didn't go unnoticed by you and to tease him even more, you began rocking yourself against him. Pedro reacted to it by sighing into your ear the hand of his right arm, that you hadn't captured, moving up your leg.
"Baby. I need you."
Instead of answering you continued, eager to evoke more of these sweet little whines in him and to say that you were doing a good job was an understatement. Considering the amount of pressure with which he squeezed your thigh he really was in need of some relief and the huge bulge beneath you hinted at the fact that he was already close to busting. Now you had him right where you wanted him and if there was one thing in the world you were addicted to, it was driving Pedro Pascal mad.
"Baby, I need you. I need to fuck you… jesus fucking christ."
The combination of your pretty ass rubbing against him and your mouth devouring his biceps like it was something holy and admirable made his mind go blank and all he could think about was feeling your pussy clench around him.
"Fuck me," you answered, not any less able to hide your lust and then felt Pedro lift you by your waist and then turning you around so you could sit on his lap.
You didn't stop with your hip movement, your core desperately grinding down on him and now it was the perfect angle for your clit to get some stimulation as well.
"I want you to ride me, baby," Pedro demanded and you were quick to reply by opening the button of his pants.
Despite your trembling hands you succeeded pulling them down, his underwear following just enough so his cock was freed. His dick looked so delicious and hard that you just had to lean down to kiss the tip and taste his precum for a few seconds but Pedro's fingers unpatiently pressed in your ass letting you know what he wanted.
That was why you eventually pulled away again straightening up and wrapping a hand around his cock while you moved in his lap until your entrance was hovering over his leaking dick. Your eyes locked, Pedro's hand connecting with the side of your face and the both of you let out a gasp when you slowly sank down on his length, lashes fluttering as you felt him disappear in you inch by inch.
"Oh fuck me," he grunted head dropping to his chest and his hands resting behind him on the carpet to keep himself up. Your knees were on either side of his body on the ground, your hands all over his face and head while you began to ride him. You simply loved how vocal and responsive he was, not shy about reacting to each roll of your hips with a deep gasp or growl.
"That's it, baby," his raspy voice soothed you, his hands still lingering at your waist.
"You're doing so well for me. Treating my cock so fucking well."
"Pedro," you sighed out hands trailing down his chest and over this damn shirt. "Choke me. Please. Hard."
An evil smile appeared on his lips the slight bite on his bottom lip sending you straight to heaven and hell at the same time and of course your precious husband was happy to fulfill your wish bringing his right hand to your neck and applying light pressure.
"You dirty, dirty girl," he snarled blaring his teeth when your lips parted in order to gasp for air.
Your eyes shot down to his arms to admire the way his muscles tensed and by now you were so far gone that no part of you felt ashamed for your clear obsession with his bicep anymore. Pedro didn't neither; he kept his hands tight around your throat, enjoying the way you squirmed while you tried to uphold your steady pace of bouncing on his cock.
It was obvious that you struggled your rhythm getting destroyed by his light squeezes every now and then but Pedro had too much fun watching you try so hard for him that he just smirked at your frustrated moans. He then suddenly pulled you towards him your hands coming up to rest on top of his hand around your neck, his mouth so close to your ear you felt his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
"You want me to take over, mhm?"
You could only nod your whole body aching and burning from the exhaustion, your limbs feeling like you had just run a marathon although it had barely been 10 minutes of riding him.
"Alright, babygirl," he whispered the dominant and caring side of him having taken over now and his main purpose from now on was to make you come again for him. Just for him.
He pushed you backwards until you fell over but of course caught you before your head would hit the floor and gently laid you down on your back. Pedro hovered over you his knees parting your legs, aligned his cock with your entrance once more and then started to thrust in you at his pace now.
The room was filled with pornographic sounds that were more than inappropriate to be heard in the wardrobe of a late night show but the two of you couldn't care less. You were so drenched that the wet sound of his cock pounding your pussy echoed against the walls along with your heavy pantings and the little pleas escaping your lips every few seconds. Pedro's balls slapped against your core, his fingers additionally playing with your clit now and you knew it would be a matter of seconds until you would come again.
Scared to leave your husband behind you scratched over his hand that was still tight around your throat to let him know that you needed to say something and luckily he understood loosening his grip slightly.
"I'm close, baby, I'm gonna come."
"Come for me, honey. I'm close too. Just let go for me, baby."
Finding that you might need the extra thrill Pedro tightened his hand around your neck again, a little more intense this time so you choked on a gasp and actually reached your high in this very moment. You cried out, your whole body arching underneath him and Pedro lovingly watched each of your little squirms and twists.
"Yes, baby. That's what I wanna see, yeah…"
His hand didn't leave your clit for once, wanting to tease out every last bit of your exquisite release and when your glossy eyes rolled back a milky shimmer covering your pupils he decided that you had enough and as he didn't want to push you too far Pedro eased his hand choking you and stopped circling your clit.
Now it was time for him to orgasm as well and so he finally allowed the knot in his stomach to tighten and explode and the effects of it were truly divine.
Pleasure spread all throughout his body, little shockwaves making his limbs twitch and soon he couldn't hold himself up anymore crashing into your body and breathing heavily against your nape.
"Ohh baby… You feel so goddamn perfect, jesus… Don't know what I did to deserve you."
Pedro closed his eyes focusing on savouring the beautiful emotions his orgasm evoked in him and then carefully moved his hips making sure his cum would stay inside of you which you reacted to with a jolt, your pussy aching at the overstimulation.
"Shh…," he soothed you moving a strand of your sweaty hair behind your ear his hand lingering at your waist while pulling out of you.
"There you go... You're a fucking dream, baby."
You twitched again quietly moaning when Pedro gently fondled your shoulders while moving down your body to get a taste from your pussy. He licked through your folds collecting your wetness mixed with his cum and hummed in pleasure as he relished your releases.
You watched him quietly, your breath still hatching in your throat and your eyes glowing with the aftermath of your high. Pedro took his time cleaning your cunt and then gave your clit one last kiss that made you jerk as it felt beyond swollen.
He crawled up to you again pressing his lips on yours which made you taste him and you on your tongue but it was only a brief moment before there was a loud bang on the door echoing against the walls and you widened your eyes in shock.
"Pedro? Are you in there? And have you seen y/n?"
A wide smirk appeared on your husband's face seemingly feeling a lot more amused about this than you were, whose fear was clearly visible on your face. Pedro carefully stroked your cheek fingers tracing the area under your eyes and then turned his head to the door.
"It's fine, Coco. Y/n is with me and we'll be ready to go soon."
At first there was no reply and you furrowed your brow but then a loud "Alright. I'll wait down the hall for you." made you exhale in relief and Pedro crawled off you to stand up.
"Relax, honey. Coco wouldn't just burst in on someone like that. And even if she had, you believe she thinks we don't sleep with each other?"
You rolled your eyes getting up as well and adjusting your clothes while Pedro did the same.
"Of course not. But that doesn't mean I want her to catch us doing it."
"Fair. But she didn't."
He closed his belt pursing his lips as he watched you comb through your messy hair and then approached you pulling you in for a deep kiss.
"We shouldn't make Coco wait," you whispered at some point already lost in the closeness of his body again and just because you had just orgasmed didn't mean that his gorgeous arms didn't have this special kind of effect on you anymore.
"I know…," Pedro mumbled the sound muffled by your lips but he didn't make an attempt to pull away.
Eventually you managed to break away though kissing the tip of his nose with a peaceful smile on your lips and took his hand to guide him to the door.
You just wanted to open it to finally step outside when you heard him lowly chuckle next to you so you stopped in the movement curiously looking up to him.
"I think I should keep this t-shirt."
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Don’t leave me behind | Yeon Si-eun x reader

Summary: what if Y/n was the one that got hit by the truck instead of Si-eun?
Warnings: kind of angsty, comforting fluff
WC:1.7k
Notes: I think it is a little rushed, but I already got a better idea in mind, ill try to upload it as soon as I can
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You and Yeon Si-eun have been friends for a little while now. You are Su-ho’s sister, always been close with him. Although you were only a year younger than them, Su-ho always tagged you along with Si-eun and Beom-seok.
You were shy around them at first but grew close to them, especially Si-eun. You could see right through him - he really needed a hug and someone that cares about him.
Su-ho would always tease Si-eun about you, telling him to not hurt you and always take care of you, even calling him brother in law to piss him off even further.
At first he hated the constant teasing, but soon realised maybe he did care a lot more about you than he should have.
At first it started with lingering stares that lasted a little too long, then studying sessions with him when you couldn’t understand certain subjects because Su-ho wouldn’t been much help.
He didn’t show it directly but he really did like helping you, quiet time together and you two being so close together when he explained the questions.
Sometimes when his dad wasn’t home you would cook him food as a thank you, inviting Su-ho from time to time.
And sometimes when he was focused on his own work he would suddenly hear your breathing change - you would fall asleep. At moments like these he would gently tuck you into his own bed, texting your brother you fell asleep and would be staying the night. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, but he would definitely crack a smile at the sight of you, peacefully sleeping in his bed.
You always felt bad when you would wake up in his comfy and warm bed while he slept on the couch.
You would always scold them for getting into fights, helping them with the wounds, cuts and bruises. You would always feel sorry for them. But never Beom-seok. As well as you could see right through Si-eun, you always had a gut feeling Beom-seok wasn’t as nice.
And after the incident, you broke. After you heard what happened to Su-ho you ran straight to the hospital.
You opened the door, tears already falling down your cheeks. Si-eun was already sitting there, you could see how broken he was.
He almost thought you were gonna be mad at him, for not coming to him in time. But how could you be mad at him?
He stood up, now fully facing you as you walked over to him, sobbing.
“Y/n” he said just above a whisper “I’m sorry” he felt his eyes watering, a hot tear streaming down his cheek.
You looked up at him, “Si-eun why are you sorry?” “None of this is your fault” you continued crying, suddenly feeling warm hands around you. “He’s going to be okay” he tried to reassure you, not even sure himself if his friend will really be okay.
You both stayed the night at the hospital, you falling asleep on Si-eun, staining his shirt with your tears. He woke up before you, slowly getting up and putting his blazer on you. Even with your eyes closed he could see how swollen and puffy they were from crying.
As he stood beside you, he gently brushed your hair out of your face with his delicate fingers, observing you. He always has been an observer.
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And well after him beating up Woo-young and Beom-seok, he needed to move to Eunjang high school. In his mind he did that for Su-ho and you. You cried in his arms once again. And he let you.
Eunjang was further away from your current school, which is closer to Si-eun’s old one. But that didn’t stop you from visiting him as often as you could. Sometimes even taking a taxi to his home late at night when he couldn’t fall asleep.
The sleeping pills didn’t work, but you sleeping next to him did. You started seeing him more than a friend a while ago, but never saying anything since you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had.
You could see that Si-eun was still having a hard time in school, getting into fights again. You would always patch him up, like you used to.
His mom didn’t mind having you around, she could see you had a good impact on her son. When Si-eun’s friends spotted you two together walking home, the teasing started all over again.
Si-eun never stopped blaming himself for what happened, but you always reassured him it was most certainly not his fault.
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It was late already and you were heading home, worried about Si-eun. He told you what has been happening in school and it made you so anxious. You felt your phone buzz, picking it up.
“Hello, is this Y/n, Ahn Su-ho’s sister?” you were confused for a second. “Yes?” you answered, eager to get home faster so you could go check up on Si-eun.
“Im calling from Sungang University hospital, i couldn’t reach anyone else but you, your brother is in critical condition, is there anyone who could come right away?” You stood in the middle of the crosswalk, frozen.
You felt tears swelling up “..huh?” you said, still frozen in shock as you look up to a truck driving. Everything went black.
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Si-eun got the heart wrenching phone call. You were in the hospital, Su-ho in critical condition. He dropped everything he was doing, not waisting any time, running as fast as his legs could go. He couldn’t lose you as well. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself.
As he stepped into your room, machines connected to your body, he was fuming with anger. Angry with himself, if he was there, with you this wouldn’t have happened.
He checked up on you and Su-ho, and finding out Su-ho was doing better he went back to your room. He stayed there by your side till morning, falling asleep to the beeping sounds.
You were moved to another room in the morning, only an oxygen mask and a heart monitor connected now. Hu-min, Hyun-tak, Jun-tae as well as your grandmother came in to check on you during the day. Si-eun needed to go back to deal with Beak-jin but he couldn’t bring himself to leave you like this.
The sun started to go down and he was still worried as ever. His eyes were on you, all day and night.
He was now alone with his thoughts, thinking about all the times you were there for him. He couldn’t thank you enough for that. He felt guilty for putting you through so much worry, you always checking up on him, always coming over to cheer him up the best you could.
He felt you shift on the bed, hand reaching for the mask on your face, trying to take it off. Your eyes landed on Si-eun, not even thinking you started smiling to yourself, he really cares about you, doesn’t he? He stood up.
Suddenly your smile dropped as a sat up, stinging pain appearing in your head. You whined at the pain. “Y/n, lay down” he said, but you didn’t move. “Is he okay..?” you asked with furred eyebrows, eyes looking at Si-eun with concern. “He’s okay now, don’t worry” he somewhat smiled at you.
You loved it when he smiled at you, it showed how he cared about you. And right now he looked so cute with messy hair, standing and looking at you.
But suddenly you can see tears prickling at the corner of his eyes as he watched you. “huh, Si-eun is everything okay?” you asked. “Y/n I can’t lose you, not after what happened to Su-ho” he sat down, looking at your expression.
You didn’t want him to worry about you, he already worried about enough things, you couldn’t make it even harder for him than it already is.
“Si-eun” you spoke, throat dry. “Hm?” he replied, raising and eyebrow. “Come here” you said, moving more to the edge so there was somewhat space in this small bed.
He stood there for a second. “I said come here, please?” you asked. He slowly got in bed with you, looking at your delicate face. “Si-eun I’m fine, nothing will happen to me” you explained, knowing he probably was blaming himself for what happened to you.
Your faces so close you could hear his light breathing. You reached your hand to his face, brushing his bangs from his eyes. “Si-eun did you know how pretty you are” you say, barely awake, whole body aching, your hand going back to your side.
He stiffened in shock, not knowing what to do, he never really knew what to say in situations like these. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew what to do. His hand was on your cheek, caressing it, slowly bringing his face to yours, just millimetres away.
Your heart was beating now faster, the beeping on the screen going faster, making you a bit embarrassed. He closed the gap, his chapped lips coming in contact with yours.
You both broke the kiss, him surprised at his actions. You smiled at him, bringing him closer, hugging him and resting your head on his chest. “Can you please stay with me for tonight?” you asked, now eyes closed.
He relaxed a bit, not replying. “Y/n..” he said, looking up at the ceiling, bringing his hand over your torso, hugging you lightly. “Hm?” you hummed, listening to his heart beat.
“I think.. I think I’m in love with you” he said, cracking the smallest smile, you couldn’t see it, but you could tell by the way he said it.
You stiffened up, but relaxing seconds later, hugging him harder. “I love you too, Si-eun” you replied, almost in a whisper. “Please never scare me like this again” he asked, closing his eyes and bringing you even closer to him, hugging you harder, like he never wanted to let go and protect you from all the horrors in this world.
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