#i read so many angsty lemons

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None of you know how powerful this image was in the year 2000.

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Bitter Lemon (Chan, smut and angst)

F!Reader x Chan

Standalone story

The title is a reference to the drink with the same name and a play on the fact that a long time ago, stories with smut in them were called lemons.

I really dig realistic smut and there's too little of it out there.

Established relationship. Both have insecurities.

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real person Chan. I just like the SKZ outward personas they all project and I get inspired to write these. No connection with the real artists. They all deserve the world.

Story includes smut and angsty thoughts.

Please be kind.

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“Fuck! I’m- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-” You don’t even register his words as he says them, too distracted by how gorgeous he looks, swept away by the tidal wave of sensation and by the way he fills you so exquisitely, igniting pleasure in every corner of your being, making your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You feel him collapsing on top of you, shaking and trying to regain control of his body. He glistens so enticingly with a fresh sheen of sweat, you swipe your tongue over a nearby patch of skin. Licking a long trail up the side of his neck and feeling your pussy squeeze him from his taste on your tongue. It’s so clean and hot, familiar and exciting. So him, and it’s letting you know all of him is yours. “Again, Channie. I know you want to.” You whisper in his ear, your fingers carding through his hair. 

He’s still hard inside you, and if he starts moving now, he’ll stay hard until you wring another orgasm from him. He just needs his special brand of encouragement. “I know you want to be good and make it up to me.” You whisper, bringing your hands up from his shoulders into his hair, carding your fingers through it, knowing the touch makes his scalp tingle and sends pleasant shivers down his spine. “More, Channie.”

He’s been hiding his face in your neck, embarrassed about coming so fast, even after so many times you’ve been together. Little does he know, you get more satisfaction from being with him, feeling him, having him inside you and seeing him like this, vulnerable and unedited just for you. Orgasms are easy to get for you once you decide to go for one and the only reason you don’t come as fast as he does is because you want more of the journey up to the peak over just getting there quickly. “Why am I still hard, oh God, what are you doing to me?” He wonders, his next gasp becoming an overwhelmed squeak when you squeeze your walls around him. “You’re going to wring me dry.” “Yes baby, I am.” You say, running the tip of one foot up his side. “Every bit of you is mine. Every drop of your come is mine. Isn’t that so, Channie?”  “Yes, yes, yours. All yours.” He whines, with his eyes closed and lost in the tidal wave of sensations running through him. You feel him get even harder inside you and start to move slowly. “All yours. Wanna be the best boy for you.” He adds, leaning down for a kiss, sweet and shy like he’s not in your guts to the hilt. 

You bring your hands down to his butt, fingers splaying and sharp nails digging into soft skin, kneading and grabbing. 

“You are my good boy, only you.” He moans at that, the sound feeling like a hot coal being dropped in your lower belly, before he angles himself differently and resumes moving, opening his eyes and daring to meet yours. 

It’s been a long road and there’s still so long to go ahead of you, but you’re getting there. Your boyfriend has had his self worth chipped away at by powerful men who should have helped grow it, and it’s been affecting all areas of his life. Little by little, you’re helping him find it, like collecting puzzle pieces that make no sense on their own but build a better picture once put together. And most people would say it’s immoral to use sex as a ruse to change a man’s thinking, but it was an easy in and you hold on to that. It’s as good a place to start as any. You are genuinely in awe of your boyfriend and one day he’s going to see it, see himself through your eyes and no longer think “how come that loser has a girlfriend?”

But in order to enjoy the here and now, you need to silence the voice within that warns you - the auntie with the sharp tongue, who's seen it all before. Girl, don’t put work in a man who'll just take it and let another woman or man benefit from it. Cause every time you help a man grow, the first confident thought he has is he needs to upgrade from you. “Babe? Please come back to me? You’re worlds away.” His soft voice reaches you first, before you feel his small, pleading kisses being peppered all over your jaw and neck. “I need you.”

Maybe the auntie that’s seen it all hasn’t seen Chan and maybe she’s wrong this one time.

[theonewhospeaksinweird]

💛💙Protected (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 3💛💙

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted) 

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal 

Part 3, as promised!~ It all comes to the thrilling conclusion, and I FINALLY get to the scene that started this whole story.~ After about collectively 18.5 k words.~ All I can say in my defense is that...THIS MAN IS TOO FINE!~ If you don't want the ✨spicy✨ part of this story, that's totally fine.~ Just stop reading at the line of star squids.~ Enjoy, dearies.~

Minors, Do Not Interact, Please.~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 <- - Part 3

Although I wished for it, the silence that abruptly replaced the sounds of destruction and fighting startled me, along with the suddenly very loud shouting of Pekoms in my ear. 

“Y/N! It’ll be okay-!” The pink clad mink cut himself off at the abrupt silence. Our heavy breaths were the only thing filling the new quiet. We both slowly detached from each other and looked around us to see the same semi-transparent white shield that I had created earlier. Its opaqueness varied in pulses, so I could see that everything around us had crumbled into rubble except the ground inside the bubble.

“What the fuck?” Pekoms mumbled out, looking around until his gaze fell back onto me who looked equally surprised. This sudden change shocked my panicked mind out of its frenzied state, allowing me to calm myself down. The calmer I became, the more I realized how drained I felt again and leaned against Pekoms once more.

“Is this yours, Y/N?” Looking up at my reflection in Pekoms’ black glasses, I gave a hesitant nod before responding.

“Y-Yeah, I guess it is. . . “ This new power still felt weird to me. More so the after effects of me being fatigued and suddenly so calm. It bothered me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was like the emotions just expelled from my body. Before our conversation could continue on, some movement caught the corner of my eye. A beat up, and barely moving Strawhat had crawled out of a large hole in the ground.

Once again, the bubble popped so suddenly when my heart jumped into my throat in dread. 

Where was Katakuri? 

With the barrier gone, the rubble around us sank into our little hole, but I ignored it and the weariness tugging at my bones, scrambling over the debris. Desperation clawed its way back into my heart and showed in my deep purple antennae as I crested the pile of rubble, searching for my husband. Tears burned my darting eyes, blurring my vision, until they fell onto the large body sprawled out beside the hole. Katakuri. No scarf in sight. My breath hitched, and the tears fell freely as I took in what that entailed. A part of me already knew what the outcome of this fight would be, but it still hurt to be right. This was the last thing I wanted to be right about.

I felt Pekoms come up beside me on the rubble, his reaction being the opposite of mine when he saw Strawhat alive. Before either of us could go to our respective fighters, the sound of those familiar spurs clanked twice through the air as Katakuri struggled to his feet in front of a crawling Strawhat. I was frozen to my spot, watching with bated breaths as he swayed on his feet. Blue light bathed either side of my face as my antennae drooped down.

"Kata. . . " I whispered out, thinking he was going to try and continue fighting. I wish I could grab the bracelet from my hair and know what was going through his heart and mind right now, but I was glued to my spot, unable to even get past the state he was in. There was blood dripping from multiple wounds, the largest being a hole in his side, fresh bruises littering his body, sure to be a nasty color tomorrow, and his entire body shaking with exhaustion.  

At the obstruction, the retreating captain stood up as well, readying himself for a fight that neither of them seemed to be in the shape to continue. Pekoms growled beside me, seemingly unhappy with the fact that Strawhat was still trying to fight with Katakuri.

"That damn brat doesn't know when to quit, huh? Tch, I figured as much." And with that, my travel companion parted from my side and away from the two fighters. I was about to get up myself, to try and convince my injured husband to stop. That dying for his mother's cause wouldn't change a thing. Maybe it was selfish of me to think so, but I just knew I couldn't live without him. I barely know how I lived before him. Before I could force myself to move, my husband's raspy question stopped me. 

"Are you gonna come back. . . to take down Big Mom one day?" 

Huh? Was he asking this boy to. . ?

"Of course I am! Cause I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!"

Then, the most bizarre thing happened.

Katakuri smiled. He smiled at the thought of someone taking down his mother.

"You must be looking far into the future!" He exclaimed as he started swaying more on his feet. Looking like he was about to fall again is what finally spurred me to action. I didn't know what happened in that fight for him to be so open about his feelings with this enemy, but that hardly mattered now. I started sprinting across the ruined floor, tripping and falling over debris as Katakuri began falling. Onto his back, no less. He was on his stomach before.

I knew I couldn't catch him, but I'd been apart from him for too long, and he needed me just as much as I needed him right now. He landed with a resounding thud that hurt my heart. I could see Strawhat standing there in shock as I finally got to my husband's side. My knees cut on the broken floor at his sides, but I hardly cared as I frantically looked over my defeated husband.

"Katakuri! No no no, are you okay? Please don't die! I love you too much to let you die!" I wasn't sure what to do first, he was unresponsive. The first thing I could think of was to stop the bleeding from the big gash on his side. With nothing else to use, I took the skirt of my dress and pressed it into the wound. The fabric of my skirt was too sheer, though, and barely did anything to stop the flowing life force. As I thought about what to do instead, I could feel another person approaching. 

Strawhat Luffy. 

Meeting him face to face like this instead of through his Haki had a different effect. He didn't seem like a dangerous guy, in fact he seemed quite simple. Yet here Katakuri was, flat on his back after their battle. He had big, round black eyes that shone with determination –towards what, I didn't know just yet– and his mouth was set in a fine line. It unnerved me that I couldn’t take any emotions from his blank face. He was worse than when I first met Katakuri. Strawhat looked far more beat up than Katakuri, which I secretly relished, but was at least able to stumble his way towards us. I knew I stood no chance at fighting this guy if he wanted to finish off my husband, but I'd be damned if I didn't do anything.

"Go away! You won! Isn't that enough? He's already down, so just leave, go find your crew!" I splayed myself protectively in front of my husband. I wouldn't be much of a hindrance if this guy really wanted to get rid of me, though I could stall. If only for a few moments. He ignored me and got closer. I was shaking. Shaking in both anger and fear to make a deep magenta as he dared ignore me. When he was a few steps away, I covered half my arm in Haki –that was the most I could use even after 2 years of training– and threw a punch as hard as I could at him. Even in his weakened form, the infamous pirate caught my fist effortlessly. I strained against him, staring heatedly into his thoughtless eyes. 

With the contact, I searched his emotions and intent, if only to predict his line of thought, but what I found was nothing I expected. Through the pain and exhaustion were strong threads of respect and twinges of sorrow. They were towards Katakuri. That caught me off guard, and the loss of concentration made my Haki disappear. Strawhat didn't move against me as he stared blankly into my confused eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt him." 

And for some reason, I believed him. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly took back my hand, my magenta lightening to a curious yellow. His grip wasn't very tight in the first place. He turned his attention to my still unconscious lover, and I watched as he stepped past me, took the black hat off of his namesake hat and put it over Katakuri's mouth. That surprised me even more. To think that Strawhat respected him enough to cover his biggest insecurity even after he won. Vice versa with Katakuri taking this fight so seriously that he exposed himself in full to this rambunctious teen.

The boy left after that, staggering his way aimlessly down a winding hall of the half destroyed Mirro-World. I'm sure Pekoms would find and help him. This was out of my hands now that Katakuri had been defeated. Returning my attention back to my lover, I let out a tired sigh. I'd never seen my husband look so beat up before. The thought of how much pain he must be in brought the tears back to my eyes. It was over now, his part was done, and everything was coming down. 

"Oh, Kata. Your mother doesn't deserve you." My quiet words came out watery as I pet his dirty magenta hair a little, wishing I could hold him more, but I didn't want to cause him anymore pain. I wouldn't even be able to get serious help for him until Brulee came back, which I'm sure will be a while since Pekoms needed her for Strawhat's escape. I hope she's alright. My hand moved from his head to the black hat Strawhat had put over his mouth, removing it so I could see his full face. He was still the most handsome man ever. With a sad smile, I bent over and kissed his forehead hoping he would feel the love in it even while he was asleep. 

Looking around, I saw my abandoned medical kit lying on the ground a bit of ways away slightly under some rubble. For hopefully one of the last times today, I made myself get up to retrieve it. My tears had slowed, but when I came back and began cleaning up my husband they streaked down my dirty face again. The warm rivulets of tears dripped from my chin and nose onto his chest as I leaned over him. Starting with his face, I used alcohol wipes to wipe away the dirt and gently clean his cuts. This medical kit only had basic things, so I used all the candy design bandages where I could, and the gauze on his big gash. After about half an hour of quietly working, my silent cries had been reduced to the occasional sniffle here and there. 

The appearance of Katakuri had improved, and everything was at least cleaned, though he looked a bit silly with all the cutesy bandages covering his face and torso. With a weary sigh, I turned my attention to the pile of dirty and bloodied wipes with a grimace. As I began stuffing them into the basically empty medical kit, a groan interrupted the deafening background noise of the Mirro-World. My attention immediately snapped to my husband whose face was contorting from peace to pain. His large hand came up to his dirty locks, grasping at his head as he let out another sound of pain. My breath caught in my throat at the sound.

"Kat. . . Katakuri. . !" My throat closed up before I could get anything else out, and let myself fall down onto his free arm. I could feel him freeze as I let out all my pent up emotions. Everything oozed out of me like a toxic slime with each shuddering sob. Pain. Sorrow. Fear. Relief. All the tension I was holding in my chest slowly drained out of me. I was weak in the presence of my protector.

“You’re okay! You’re alive! Everything was rumbling and falling apart, I saw you fall and he came over and I thought he was gonna. . . he was gonna-!” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. Not right now at least. Maybe never again. Wave after wave of tears fell in fat blobs down my face, and I couldn’t stop shaking as I held on tight to Katakuri’s arm. I could feel his regret, pain and shame mixing in with my turbulent emotions at the sight of me crying. My antennae settled into a deep cerulean blue that lit up my crying visage. It wasn’t long before I felt his free hand come to my back and rub it gently. That only encouraged my breakdown, enticing me to hug his arm in my hold tighter. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve put you through too much today. I’m sorry I couldn’t win. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I’m sorry-” 

“No! Be-Be quiet!!” I shook my head in a childish manner, not wanting to hear those remorseful words misplaced in his mouth. His voice was shaky and his chest shuddered with every regretful word he pushed out, seemingly on the edge of joining me in tears. Whether that was my doing or his own sorrow showing itself, I didn't know. The sound of him being so defeated brought back the anger I felt earlier towards Strawhat, but this time it was aimed towards the real culprit: Big Mom. 

None of this would’ve happened if she hadn’t taken that blonde cook. He obviously wanted nothing to do with Germa, not that I blame him for disassociating from those monsters. Yes, Katakuri would always protect his family because of his own sense of responsibility and love, but she created and invited this threat, just like every other danger, to the family. I knew he could feel my silent anger, but I didn't dare bring up that topic right now. For the moment being, I was just worried about my husband, and only him.

Lifting my head up, my mouth was downturned in a frown as I subdued my crying and swallowed my indignation to continue talking. I saw the suspected tears in Katakuri’s eyes as he moved his shiny gaze from the ruined ceiling to my indignant face. Oh, how I hated that self-loathing look in his beautiful red eyes.

“None of this is your fault. You did your best, I know you did, Katakuri. Why are you apologizing to me when you took on such a powerful opponent with everything you had? You were lying here in a bloody heap at the end of your battle, all because of that damn Strawhat boy. You are more than enough. More than your mom or I deserve. The only thing you should be apologizing for is making me think you died.” The last part of my rant was whispered quietly, the words being the biggest fear I’ve had all day. I swiped at my face, trying fruitlessly to wipe away some of the wetness coating it. His sharp toothed mouth hung open like a fish out of water. He had nothing to say to my rebuttal, but the swelling of tears slipping down his face said it all. 

The tight feeling of anger was washed away completely by that soft face. The face of a man who’s been given the grace he deserves. Seeing him crying made me smile. He would have never shown this type of emotion to anyone else in his family since he wanted to be seen as an immovable force that protects them, but now that image was shattered. And I'm starting to think it's a good thing he lost. I threw myself down onto his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. A watery laugh escaped me as I buried my face into his strong neck and his large arms enveloped me in their comforting embrace. Even though he lost, he was still my protector. In his arms was still the safest place I felt I could be.

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Muffled voices prodded at my subconscious. I couldn’t discern anything as I pressed my face closer to the warm, squishy thing I lay upon. One of the voices was deeper and closer than the others, the vibration of their words humming through my body. I tried to just ignore it and go back to sleep, but the longer the voices continued the more awake I became. And with my resurfacing consciousness came the pain of my body as I tried moving. The soreness everywhere and sharp pain on my knees made me grimace in regret.

“Shh. . . sleeping. . . don't wake. . .”

“. . . eeping? . . hard as a rock. . . she won’t wake. . .” 

The two other voices that weren't the soothing rumbling began to argue, and until I opened my eyes I wasn't sure where I was, or who was talking. The first thing I saw was pink. Bleariness had my mind as slow as a tortoise as I peeled my face away from the squishy pink thing. Pulling away further, I realized it was a person’s chest. My husband’s chest to be exact. Finally, everything came rushing back and anxiety shot through me like an archer’s arrow. Despite my sore body’s protests, I sat up and looked around wildly. 

I was in Katakuri and my’s room, lying in our bed. Katakuri sat propped up beside me with a lot of large pillows behind him and heavily bandaged. On either side of our bed was Cracker and Brulee, who was the source of the “hushed” bickering. Everyone froze when I popped up like a gopher. I probably looked like a mess right now, and acting so crazy definitely didn't help that rap. Brulee was the first to break the deafening silence. 

“Y/N-nii! You're okay! I was so worried that you weren't gonna wake up just like Katakuri-nii! It was horrible what you two went through! That damn Strawhat, I'll kill him myself!” The large, wispy woman had pounced on me when she started her blubbering, holding onto me tightly by my waist while crying into my stomach. Her tight embrace didn't do my aching body any favors, but the familiar touch made me relax. Her feelings of relief and joy gave me a small boost of energy.

“Sorry to worry you, Brulee. It's okay, I'm fine.” I wheezed out with strained breaths. 

“Get off of her, you witch! You’re really gonna kill her like that!” Cracker came to my rescue in his own little Cracker way. His instigation made the emotional woman let go of me and engage in yet another bickering match, but this one was full volume now that they didn't have to worry about waking me up. I rubbed at my tender muscles while letting out a few amused chuckles. With his siblings’ distraction, I had forgotten to address my husband beside me.

“I'm glad you're awake.” His baritone voice commented quietly. My heart leapt to my throat, and I couldn't turn around fast enough to fully focus on him. There he was, in all his handsome glory. The fact that I could see his whole face caught me off guard. I glanced from him to his two siblings with a silent question before scooting back to his bare side. I decided to voice my obvious question when he said nothing.

“Why aren't you wearing-?”

“I don't need it. At least not with them, and not right now. Mama has decided to continue pursuing Strawhat who is heading to Wano. Some of our siblings are going with her while the rest of us stay to recuperate and rebuild the kingdom.” Despite his serious words, there was a small smile on Katakuri’s face as he talked about his mother going to chase Strawhat Luffy. It made me think about the question he asked that boy. The connection made me giggle. 

Cracker and Brulee stopped their argument at my tinkle of laughter. I couldn't hold it in, and my giggles grew into a full on laughter. Katakuri smiled happily at my joy, soon joining me with a few low chuckles of his own that blossomed into one of his rare laughters as well. We couldn't see it, but Brulee was smiling fondly at our seemingly random laughter with Cracker looking bewildered between all three of us. 

“What the fuck are you both laughin-”

“Come on, let's go check on our other siblings, Cracker.” Brulee grabbed Cracker by a bandaged arm, eliciting a pained cry from him, and dragged him from his seat to our nearby full length mirror. With a hefty push from the tall woman, Cracker was sent into the Mirro-World. Before she went through herself, she spoke to us as we came down from our laughing high.

“You two should rest. I'll tell everyone to let you have your time alone today, wiwiwi.~” And with that, we were alone. I sat there catching my breath as the peace settled in our room. A deep breath quieted my emotions into content, and I could feel the same coming from my paramount husband. My arms snaked around as much of his chest as they could and gave him a tight squeeze which I was sure he barely felt. 

“I'm glad you're happy. Happier. Maybe now. . . you could be more yourself. No more hiding and putting up that omnipotent facade.” Hope for my lover’s possible boost in his self-image bloomed in my chest as I slowly tilted my head up to look at him. He wouldn't look me in the eye, and there was a solemn doubt in his eyes and heart. 

“Perhaps. Though, things of this matter are not so easily changed. Especially not in my family. You know this.” His comment procured a furrow on my brow. Not wanting him to fall off into a dark place again so quickly, I moved into his lap, straddling his waist as my small hands reached up to direct his face to mine. 

“What if you were the one to change that?” That simple question held a few different meanings. Meanings I'm sure the man before me could easily decipher after three years of marriage. He’d never admit it to anyone, but I felt it. I felt his relief when he lost. The joy when Strawhat said he’d come back. The buried hope that Big Mom would fall. Every burden he’s been caused was because of his mother, as is with his siblings. It was a sure bet that Katakuri would be voted the captain of the Big Mom Pirates if his mother fell. Then he could begin to heal his family and himself. 

Katakuri stayed quiet for a good few moments, but I didn't need a verbal answer. I knew the answer of his heart. With my hands on his jaw, and us finally being alone after such a long, draining battle, I couldn't help the beckoning I felt towards him. Even all bandaged up and bed ridden, Katakuri still had my heart and body in a hold. The pain of the cuts on my knees were no match for the yearning burning in me. With deliberate movements, it didn't take long for my lips to slowly mesh into his. The familiar feeling of his sharp teeth prodded at my chin and upper lip, but it just spurred me on. He tasted like donuts, as usual. 

Katakuri seemed to have no qualms with my choice of action since his large hands were soon encompassing my hips. Lithe fingertips danced from his jaw to the back of his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way. His semi upright position on the bed made it easier for me to lay upon him fully and deepen our sweet kiss. My heart raced faster, and I already knew my antennae were a deep rose pink as they lowered against my head. With flushed cheeks, I minimally pulled away to catch my breath. Upon opening my eyes, my lust filled ones were met with the love littered ones of my husband. The look he gave me, made me a bit shy for being so forthright with my desires. Though, the tent I felt against my butt suggested that it was not unwelcome. 

After a brief spell of bashfulness, I willed myself to continue. It was too late to stop, and I had done enough holding back during the day of the wedding. Not to mention the time I've been asleep. With that thought in mind, I crashed my eager mouth back into Katakuri’s, wrapping my arms around his muscled neck. I could feel him taking in a deep breath through his nose but didn't pull away. In fact, he pulled me closer by my hips. Kata was as needy as I was, but still maintained his self-restrictions. His apprehensiveness to indulge himself in me had my clenching insides groaning in exasperation. It wasn't long before I was pushing myself back against his growing sex with apparent longing. 

“Kata.~ Please, I need you so bad. I know you want to use me.” My usually modest voice rang with sultry desire as I whispered into my husband’s ear. My teasing yanked another seemingly pained groan from him, making him press his sharp nose to my shoulder. Those sharp teeth were just a hair away from my own neck. The thought of what he could do to me with them made me shiver.

Our passionate kiss devolved into one of sloppy desire until I wrenched my lips from his to latch onto his neck. With it being covered all the time, it was an easy weakness I could exploit. Just a soft faux bite right below his jaw had him squeezing my hips tighter. A restrained groan hummed against my mouth as Kata let out hot, heavy pants against my shoulder. I continued my soft bites into his warm skin. My teeth sunk into his flesh, tasting mochi and showing that he allowed me to do this. The feeling of his large muscles straining against me as he still held himself back drew out soft whines from my throat. 

“Don't do this to me, love. I can't. . . I might just. . .” He growled out his labored warning to me. Usually, I would back off and continue to set the pace, but today was different. Today, I wanted to press all the wrong buttons to get the “punishment” I've always been threatened with. For once I wanted my husband to be the one in pure sensual bliss. He deserved it after everything he’s been through. This was my gift to him. If he couldn't unapologetically be himself anywhere else in his life, I wanted him to be completely open with me. Emotionally and physically.

Deciding upon this course of action put a tingle in my spine. I could finally do all the teasing I wanted and say all those things that drove him crazy. Katakuri had been preoccupying himself with kneading my bare thighs from under my nightgown and leaving soft kisses along my now exposed shoulder. Soft mumbles of praise from him to me sung into my ears, only making me more excited for what was to come. He was already teetering on a thin edge. 

I continued to roll my hips back and forth against his fully hard bulge. Slowly and deliberately. A soft whimper escaped me each time I rolled just right over my sensitive spot, clinging to him like he was my lifeline. 

“You can't leave me like this. I want it all, I know I can take it. Just fuck me all you want. It'd be so easy and feel so good.~” Yet another growl rumbled against my chest from his as I continued whispering dirty nothings in his ear. 

“Y/N. Stop. Please.” He used my full name. He was serious, but despite his firm tone, I could feel his raging lust banging on the grates of his body. Screaming from the sewers to let it come out to play to its heart content. I was dangling the key so carelessly above the ravenous hands stretching through the gaps. My own lust had already taken over my body. It was in control with the rest of my emotions tied up and left to watch with morbid curiosity how this would end. All I did was smile and run my hands down his chiseled chest. 

I didn't respond to his plea and demand, but instead continued my dangerous game. I detached myself from him and led my lips on a trail from his neck to his waist band. As I looked up at my needy lover, I could see the dangerous glint in his red eyes. Not the one he got when he was fighting, this was different. It felt more animalistic and unkempt. Something I hadn't felt in him before. It was like there was a whole new part of him that had been closed off, and I was the first to experience it this way. My butt swayed restlessly behind me, my lower stomach begging for relief of this infernal itch deep inside me. And there was only one way to get rid of it. Excitement overrode my momentary fear as I held his warning gaze while making quick work of his pants and boxers.

Finally, the thing I pined after stood before me, lighting my body abuzz and cheeks ablaze. Precum had darkened a wet spot on his boxers and showed no signs of stopping as his cock twitched and pulsed in my hands. A giggle bubbled out of me as I pressed my cheek to the shaft and kissed my way up to the soft, wet tip. I hummed in satisfaction when the soft pink head slid into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his sensitive glands. Just with this much, my mouth was half full, but I knew that other parts of me could handle him just fine. I felt like I could handle anything as long as it satisfied him. This progress had Katakuri moaning and gently holding my head. There was no push of his hands or buck of his hips, but I knew he wanted more. Well if he wanted more today, then he’d have to take more. I let go of my tight grip on his head with a pop, licking my lips as I swallowed his stringy fluids. 

“Doesn't my mouth feel good? You know what would feel even better than my little mouth?” I called out once again to Kata, bringing him out of his haze of pleasure. I continued to slowly pump his full length with both hands, but only rubbed his tip along my now wet cheek. 

“Ka-ta-kur-i.~ Why don't you wanna make your wife feel good?~ I'm begging you.~ I promise it will feel great for both of us.~ Please?~” A faux pout puffed my cheeks when he didn't respond, just letting out those deep, restraining growls and grunts. I knew it would take more than a little teasing to get him to let loose. I let go of his cock fully and sat up on my bandaged knees. The adrenaline pumping through my hot body nulled the pain from them as I took the straps of my nightgown and tugged them leisurely down my arms. The thin, flowy fabric of the gown already showed my perked up nipples through it, but I knew he liked seeing the real deal. The small straps fell off my fingers, but bunched up on my hips, unable to completely fall off without some assistance. 

I crawled back on top of my heavily breathing husband, his sharp eyes hooded with lust, hovering my gooey entrance over his weeping tip. The urge to slide down on it, and ride us both to completion was tempting, but kept my eyes on the prize. Or eyes on the punishment, more like. With us face to face again, I could feel the hot breaths emanating from his mouth and fanning against my face. He could feel my awaiting sex so close as well. Those dangerous eyes trailed from my exposed breasts to my still covered lower half leaving me feeling vulnerable under their piercing scrutiny. He was expecting me to continue my undressing and, subsequently, start riding him like usual. All I did was give him a smile.

“Need some help?” He asked lowly and gruffly. There was a gravel to his voice that brought back the urge once again. It was so close. No. I had a plan. I reserved the right to give my husband what he needs. Even if he doesn’t think he needs it. I gave a nod, unable to talk as his hot gaze stayed on my face. Wanting to ignore his commanding stare, I moved closer to his face. I knew something that he fell apart at. My damp lips pressed against the clammy skin of his cheek, adorning his scar with a kiss. I didn't stop at one, and softly placed a kiss all along his left cheek’s scar. The skin was smooth but raised and was as sensitive as his neck, if not more. He sucked in a sharp breath, held it, then let it out shakily. 

“Do you need something, dear?~” I moved to an innocent facade, but I knew he saw right through me. I was excited and the way my legs wrapped around his waist and positioned his head at my awaiting entrance was proof of that. He didn't respond yet, and just moved his right arm above me to hold himself up as his left hand moved underneath my lower back to hold me tight. Not too tight to hurt me, but I couldn't hope to get out of his grip. Not that I wanted to.

I could feel his hands squeeze at the damp skin on my thighs closest to my entrance before languidly sliding up to my silky gown. Suddenly, with little to no effort, he grabbed both sides of my clothing and tore it in two along with my panties. The sound of the threads snapping so quickly had my breath catching in my throat. Pulling back from his cheek, his eyebrows were furrowed like he was angry, and he was. Angry at the built up sexual frustration and my teasing. Gradually, he sat up, making me quickly hug onto his neck and press my fully naked body to his chest. It didn't take long for our positions to be switched with me underneath Katakuri, and him huffing above me. His hands were quick to push down his pants more and tug them off of himself fully, but swiftly went back to caging me against the bed. 

“You want to take me whole? Want to make me feel good with your little needy hole? Is that what my pretty little wife wants?” Katakuri hardly ever talked dirty to me. Usually it was just praise and sweet talk as we took it slow, maybe the occasional innuendo. But this was him listening to my wants and his needs obliging. This new side of him had me half scared of the consequences and half begging for the pleasure. The duality wasn’t hard to choose between. He was standing on the wire, and all I had to do was blow him one way or another. This was probably my last chance to turn back.

“I need an answer, love. Tell me to stop.” His now soft voice was begging me to tell him no. He was scared of hurting me still, even though he so clearly wanted to fuck me to his heart’s content. I had convinced a part of him to act on his wants for once. The sweet side of him that I was used to was barely holding back the ravenous animal that was clawing its way to the surface. All I could do was smile and put a hand to his clenched jaw as I raised my lips to his ear.

“Do what you want.~” A silent beat. Two. A deep, almost pained, groan erupted from my husband. Soon, my twitchy insides were being stretched to their limits. His impossibly hard cock was already halfway inside of me, bullying its way to my cervix. The suddenness knocked the breath out of me with a gasping moan falling from my lips. I clenched hard around his member, telling him to continue. My efforts were met with a deeply pleasured moan from the giant man above me. Before now, Katakuri would have told me to stop here to keep me from hurting myself. That worry was nowhere to be seen now as his hips pulled back slowly only to snap forward once again, burying his cock deeper inside of me still. 

“Fuck! Oh my gosh, it's so good! Kata!” My words slurred together as the disarming pleasure rolled through my body like a riptide, sweeping my wits from under me. I never knew sex could feel this wild. My reactions to his movements reassured the part of him still worried about my well being, allowing him to more assuredly continue his pace. A steady rhythm was set, faster than one we’ve had before. His large hand encapsulating my waist moved me back and forth in sync with his hips. I felt like a ragdoll being used for his pleasure. Each deep pound felt like I was being split apart, but I could hardly keep up with every one as my head spun with pleasure. 

Katakuri was in no better state than I was, seemingly drunk on the bliss that fucking me like this brought. His face was buried in the pillow above my head, and I could hear him mumbling to himself. It was hard to pick up every word, but I could tell it was about how good he felt. The satisfaction of hearing him sound so lost in the pleasure only made every snap of his hips feel that much better. I explored his sweaty chest with my hands as my legs clung to his sides. One hand traveled up to his damp, magenta locks, raking their way up and down his scalp. This enticed him to lower his head from the pillow to my face and engage me in a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

I desperately sunk my fingers into his hair, holding him to me as we made out. I craved him, every last part of him I adored and I wanted all of him to be mine. Needy whines and whimpers of mine sounded into our kiss as I departed to talk. 

“Don't stop. Don't stop until you're satisfied. I love you so much, please, feel so good for me. You're so deep in me and I love it!~” The confident attitude I had earlier had dissipated in the face of Katakuri’s raw power, and now I just wanted to please my husband. His whole cock was almost fully sheathed inside of me every time his hips hit my thighs. My insides felt so gooey and stretched out already. I had already cum once, and everything was getting to be too much. We hadn’t gone this long before, and I wasn't used to the power of his full thrusts. 

Katakuri stared down at me, locked onto my blissed out face contorted erotically as I begged for him. That seemed to spur him up again, and I could feel a burst of love and sexual fervor rush from him to me. With renewed energy, he sat up on his knees, taking his member out of me. The emptiness I felt without him made me fuss and shake my hips in dissatisfaction. Without a word, I was flipped over onto my stomach and returned the fullness of my husband’s cock but from behind. His hot tip dragged along all the right places as he slid inside me again. Involuntarily, my eyes rolled back, and a loud groan escaped me. The same hand returned to its spot around my waist to hold me in place as Katakuri restarted his pace in this new position. 

“I have such a beautiful wife. I'm so lucky to have you, I'm sorry I'm so selfish. It just feels so good, you feel so good. Thank you for letting me feel so good with you. I can't stop until I make you feel the best. I love you too, Y/N, I love you.” He continued to repeat snippets of that as he got sloppy with his thrusts. Despite the slower pace, each thrust slammed into my butt like a sledgehammer, bringing out my second orgasm. This one was more intense as tears sprouted to my eyes and my walls spasmed hard around his cock. The overstimulation left me a wreck as I blubbered out, “I'm cumming, cummin’, cumminggg!~” deliriously.

This turn of events knocked the breath of me again, and I was left wheezing as he lay on top of me, pressing me into the bed with his hard chest at my back. Nails gripped the sheets, toes curled, but I couldn't let out a single word. I didn't have to because he began mumbling again, but this time in my ear so I could hear.

That was the last straw for Katakuri as he grunted loudly a few times before quickly pulling out and making a mess of my back with his own cum. Harsh breaths from both of us filled the muggy, sex smelling air of our room. It didn't take long for Katakuri to finish letting everything out, so soon he collapsed beside me on his back. We both took a good amount of time calming down from the heated sex we just had. I was fully satisfied, if not overly so, as I lay there covered in cum and with my orgasm leaking out of me. I could already feel my back hurting from the arch it was forced into by my lover's thrusts and weight, but none of that mattered. 

All that mattered was the dazed look of full satisfaction in Katakuri’s eyes as he came down from his high. He always held himself back when we had sex. This was the last wall he had up in front of me, that deep rooted fear of hurting me keeping him from entirely enjoying himself. I was grateful for the amount of vulnerability I was able to see from my paramount husband on a regular basis, but call me greedy because I wanted every last part of him on display for me. We were two very opposite people when it came to sharing our wants and needs, but as we’ve proved over the past three years, opposites attract.

“Can. . . we do that more?” Asked a meek Katakuri, his deep voice cutting through the silence. My face was buried in the mattress, but I turned it towards him with a lopsided smile. 

“I thought you'd never ask. Though, maybe next time we should use protection so you don't have to pull out.” I winked at him as his already red cheeks darkened. An embarrassed groan escaped him and he quickly got up to head to the bathroom. 

“I'm getting a towel for you and running a bath. Maybe once you're clean you'll stop instigating such dirty actions.” He grumbled, making me pout. I opened my mouth to retort, but he beat me to the punch.

“Don't say that unless you’re ready for the punishment.” 

Damn his future vision. With a huff, I stayed silent and just waited for my towel. For now. As I waited, my gaze drifted over to Katakuri’s nightstand. On it sat that dirty black hat that Strawhat put on his mouth after their battle. My eyes softened at the memento. I'd have to thank Strawhat one day for what he did for Katakuri. 

My antennae turned dusty pink.

And with that, This little unexpected mini series of my favorite mochi man ends.~ This won't be the last of him, but I have other wonderful characters that are calling my name.~ Thank you, dearies, and see you, hopefully, soon.~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 <- - Part 3

[thegreatwicked]

FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

[powerful-niya]

What fanfic or fanfics have stayed in your mind ever since you’ve read them?

Hello, anon! This is a fantastic question! It's taken me quite some time though, for it to properly marinate in my mind. I've read a lot of fanfiction, and many of them have stuck with me. I was seriously a fanfic crackhead when I first started reading fanfiction a few years ago! Every day, I would read, read, read! I mostly read Naruhina because it is and always will be my main ship.

So, most of the stories that have resided in my head rent-free are Naruhina, and the majority are dark, smutty, or simply angsty. Not all of them, but the majority...

I'll just list out the stories and their authors, and provide links. I'll also separate the dark ones from the fluffy or even just smutty ones.

•••

Dark Fanfics:

• Listen To Me - By: SullyR

• Chaos - By: Murdered.By.A. Marionette.

• Honeymoon - By: Demonofthefridge18

• Demon's Obsession - By: Demonofthefridge18

• I want you to cry - By: Yuhikoi

• Naruto's Possession - By: AAAllisWell

• No love, strictly business - By: Sadistic One

• Forgotten Faith - By: Sadistic One

• In a Demon's Possession - By: HoneyWriter78

• A Love Never Seen - By: HoneyWriter78

• The Demon's Contract - By: Cheating Death

• Game Of Death - By: Cheating Death

• Distorted Minds - By: Cheating Death

• Not an Ordinary Psychopath - By: Jojo07

• A Beautiful Princess - By: Wasabisugar

• Highschool of Disasters - By: Wasabisugar

• Experiment - By: Gottachidori

• Ravenous - By: @sessakag

• Experimented - By: ExtremexWritingQueen

Smutty/Kinky Fanfics:

• The Lustful Maid - By: HoneyWriter78

• Hot For Teacher - By HoneyWriter78

• Out With The Old - By: agitosgirl

• Endless Lemons - By: agitosgirl

• Sweet and Sour - By: Sadistic One

• Let Me Be Your Bad Boy - By: Naruhina1888

• Lord Hokage - By: EroPrincess

• The Benefit Of Having A Vampire Boyfriend - By: Rainy Downpour

• Naruhina Erotica Oneshots - By: Makuro767

• The sweet, shy, innocent, kunoichi - By: TJanimelover

• The Love We Keep To Have - By: Rasengone

• You belong to me - By: rarepluto

Fluffy/Or Angsty Fanfics:

• Gakusei Meido - By: Wasabisugar

• Bad Boy's Heart - By: Badazz Writer

• The SuperStar Falls In Love - By: HoneyWriter78

• My Therapist - By: Kuramaki

•••

There's probably a whole lot more! But, that's all I can think of and find at the moment. The stories or oneshots I have picked have replayed constantly in my mind at random. It could be a scene, or the entirety of it, and I'm like "damn, I remember that story. That's a good ass story, or damn that was really fucking crazy, I'll never be able to get that out of my head." (in a good way.)

I remember the days when I used to read fanfictions a lot, I used to take notes on how other fanfic writers wrote their content. They all inspired me so much. So, it was only a matter of time before I began writing on my own.

As you can see, I've read a lot of dark Naruhina content. And I don't even think that's everything I've read, just the majority that's stuck in my head. I also know there's probably TONS of other life-changing, and thrilling Naruhina content that's out there and slowly but surely, I'll be sure to go around and begin reading them all when I get the chance.

But overall, there's that! Thanks so much anon, for the ask! I felt like I took a trip down memory lane!

Ahh, the good times!

[sitp-recs]

For the ask thingy, I hope non-fandom asks were ok! If you had infinite money and a personal chef, which 5 dishes would you order all the time? 😄 And maybe a fandom related question, have you switched your favorite characters or pairings throughout the years or have you always been into Drarry? I personally started reading Drarry in my 20s after I found so many non-angsty fics where they were slightly older, before that I kept thinking the pairing was fist fights and tongues battling for dominance 24/7 😆 Both valid too but it isn't "the thing" for me, my searching skills were also quite limited

Non-fandom asks are most welcome and I love your picks, thank you!

5 dishes I’d order all the time (god, I wish!): all the Brazilian food yes please! I can think of soo many options but top 5 would probably be stroganoff, shrimp coconut stew, beef Milanese, lemon ricotta pancakes and pumpkin compote 🥹🤌🏼 some pics to make you drool with me:

re: the second ask, I started reading Drarry in the early 00s and it remained my main HP ship over the years. But I’ve had multiple OTPs in different fandoms (MCU, 007, SPN, Kingsman, Naruto etc etc) and I’ve been a rare pair champion over the last five years, so I definitely consider myself a multi-shipper these days! My favorites haven’t changed much tbh, I’ve always been a big fan of characters like Teddy, Ron and Sirius, and I still read them today. One fun fact is that I used to ship Ron exclusively with Hermione and couldn’t picture the Golden Trio dynamic in a romantic/sexual way. But today this triad has become my comfort ship, and I’m very much into Harry/Ron and Dronarry as well. All credit goes to the amazing creators we have, who gently pulled me into the dark force 😌 and a special mention to @tackytigerfic’s brilliant Aim For My Heart, my Dronarry foundation 💜

ask game

[grippingbeskar]

hi bestie! Idk if I've asked this before tbh but as the author of one of if not the best frank series out there, do you have other frank fic recs?? I'd love more series but anything will do! I 100% trust your opinion on fics just based on your writing tbh

(PS can't wait for the next salt ice and fire update 🥰 )

okay i know this has been in my box for so long so i apologise but i wanted to actually take the time and curate a little list for you since you were so SWEET. thankyou so so much for your kind words like i actually treasure things like this so much, and i’m so glad you asked for recs BECAUSEEEE i have read so many frank fics it’s actually embarrassing.

now there is a stark LACK of read frank series in this rec list and that is only my fault i’m so sorry— i’m sure there’s a million out there however i don’t tend to read series as much (lmao that i’m writing one) but i will do a lil rec list of series once i’ve found some.

the fight and fuck series by @chrisevansredbelt - it’s literally so HOT and angsty and perfect holy shit. one of my favourite frank fics of all time, i’ve read the first part like 6 times i swear.

you gonna let me be good to you? by @chvoswxtch - even the TITLE like that is so frank. SO FRANK. this fic fucks me up in the best way possible.

sit around and miss you by @ohcaptains - this entire frank masterlist is fucking perfection. seriously some of the best writing i’ve read on this site, but this one in particular just hnggggggggg fucking yummy.

don’t ever leave my side, baby i’ll die by @balenciagabucky - sleepy sex w marine frank. do i have to say any more. it’s so good.

morning kiss by @itwasthereaminuteago - they have a lot of frank fics which r all PERFECTION but this one is my personal fave. you have to read to find out why heheheheh

reflection by @marvelswh0re - maybe i’m biased that this is my fave bUT again, anything by this writer RIGHT HERE is fucking genius so enjoy this whole account too

home isn’t a place by @saintmurd0ck - this was so hard to pick just one. but this author writes so beautifully like i can’t explain it. even the names of their fics are so gorgeous i die.

this poly frank x matt masterlist also by @saintmurd0ck - can’t tell u how many times i have devoured this omfg.

outdoor sex by @lovelybucky1 - HOWLING. that is all. i can’t

harlequin by @pedrito-friskito - guys this is so fucking good oh my god. also the reader in this is reading a book and as a fellow bookworm i am melting.

attagirl by @buckyhoney - you know i’m a slut for a good attagirl so like this fic right here had me ALL kinds of fucked up.

the four times frank almost asks you to marry him, and the one time he does by @amhrosina - i love this fic so much it warms my cold dead heart. frank is such an oldschool guy and the idea of him proposing is just so sweet to me like didocodkc i love this.

of fathers and daughters by @lemon-world1 - this captures franks character so well and WOWOWOW obsessed.

OKAY. that’s all i can think of at the top of my head. all these writers are fantastic and have so many other frank fics to devour i just picked my favourites from their incredible lists.

[ex-ante-leocante]

Hello, fellow wanderers, this is Leocante from Ao3

Started as a Breddy shipper (Concerto For Two Violins),

stuck with All For The Game (Coffee & Lies, trivial questions about a triple murder (with answers), Why do we feel alone?),

sometimes I sparkle in something else for enrichment. I'm a multishipper and a multifandomist at heart, after all.

Feel free to ask me about anything I've written or what I'm in the process of writing! (Or, just, you know, anything in general. I swear I'll try to answer.)

<3

Works currently in the progress:

All For The Game:

Baltimore's Fireflies - bodyguard/mafia boss Andreil war of the gangs AU, over whopping 30k words hiding in my drafts at this point

hoist the colours high - pirates of the carribean AU where Neil is on the run with a compas that doesn't point north and where Kevin has his arm broken, part Andreil, part Kevaaron + past Aariko to spice things up

untitled (working name Raven) - Aaron is in the nest over the winter break instead of Neil to protect his brother, Aariko with background JeanRiko, and twinyard dynamics turned on its head

other, shorter thingies - prison AU, soulmate AUs (like, three widly different ones), very angsty breakup Andreil, vampire AU...

The Mechanisms:

Lyfraginning - obligatory Lyf fic, Violinspector with a prison mechs background on a polymechs background, 36k written (fuck my life, I've read the whole Poetic Edda for this)

untitled (working name Imprint) - Marius/everyone, every member of the crew meeting Marius before they knew he was immortal and before he joined them on the Aurora

untitled (working name Party) - college AU polymechs trying to lure Marius and Raphaella to join their thing through spin the bottle

Bullet train:

untitled (working name Casino) - after the train Ladybug helps Lemon find his brother, starring a series of unfortunate events and accidental tour of (mostly) European capital cities, over 22k now

untitled (working name Job) - Ladybug gets an easy job to watch over some poor fucker so he doesn't escape, turns out it's Tangerine, Tangybug house-arrest vibes

Trigun:

nuclear plant cosmic horror angel Vash appreciation hours + Wolfwood trying to prepare him for the final fight with Knives

band AU where everyone has a bad time but they play sick songs so it's all good

+

many more I'm currently forgetting. (My WIP folder is haunting me.)

[initiumseries]

Another different anon, but this is why I judge VERY differently what I consume in books and television (which, although they have a target audience, is essentially open to criticism in general) and what I consume or just watch on, for example, AO3 or those drama pages/apps.

If I read something that uses the trope of toxic relationships or something harsher I usually understand that it is a scenario or fantasy that the author and those who read it are consensually subscribing to.Isn't that even a cup of tea? So I don't read it and so everyone has their spaces in the fandom. But when it's something "serious" I really can't help but be critical. What the hell are you doing? Why you wrote that?! Who allowed that to be published??!!

Sometimes I worry about being controlling, but I can't help but believe that we should be clear about the differences between something that is for serious consumption and something that is for casual consumption. In the first I believe that the writer and editor have responsibility for the content they create and how it affects the consumer, in the second it is not that we cannot criticize the author But the rules of the game are more lax and the consumer has to have an idea of what they want and what they are going to avoid in what is essentially no man's land.

I don't know how separate things were before. AO3 for good or bad has a tagging system that writers M and E try hard to use normally, I remember fanfiction and I remember they tried to control that but it wasn't uncommon to get an M fic that was actually E or a T fic that had a note of lemon or something like that.

As for romanticizing toxic relationships... I remember the horde of unique and different girls who thought they were Harley Quinn and they wanted a Joker and Twilight unfortunately is not something that alludes

Honestly, romanticizing those relationships happens all the time. I remember growing up and girls were obsessed with Baby Boy and it traumatized me and I never got past the fact that he hit her. I don't think it's unusual, in a patriarchal society, for young girls and women to confuse toxic relationships with angsty and longing etc. Understanding the difference comes with maturity, and that's why I think it's important that adults aren't allowed to access and groom children into thinking those are acceptable behaviours, but that healthy adults those minors trust should be able to say, uh no, that's unhealthy.

I do think it is important to draw distinctions between fanfic on AO3, and like...actual published work, which is why I asked about whether or not this was published work or just some self published shit on amazon (not throwing too much shade, just saying, publishers have stricter guidelines on what will go to print usually than someone making their own stuff). I don't think it's possible to control everything. The ratings are on AO3, and publishers won't publish certain material, etc. but that's not necessarily going to stop some teens from accessing inappropriate material, however, those things do serve as barriers so many teens don't, which is far better than nothing.

[cordsycords]

tag game: ao3 and fic writing

Tagged by @lemon-tart-221! thank you!

How many works do you have on ao3? 41

What's your total ao3 word count? 292,855 (not counting any collab fics that i've contributed to)

What fandoms do you write for? I am currently writing for Good Omens. I have previously contributed to: LA By Night, Critical Role, RWBY, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Once Upon a Time, The 100, and The Magnus Archives

Top five fics by kudos:

ok these are all critical role fics, because they've been around the longer than most of my other fics, and 2017 was the time when i actually started to get good at writing. this is also when i started writing smut.

you make me feel (mighty real)

undisclosed desires

killer queen (guaranteed to blow your mind)

kiss kiss, molly's lips

ribbons, string, and pretty things

Do you respond to comments? Yes! I try to respond to everything i get. I will admit at one point (like... 6 or 7 years ago) i used to feel that replying to comments was like... distorting the data? like artificially inflating comment counts, and i decided that I wouldn't do that so i never replied. That was dumb.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? it's probably we can just kiss like real people do? though i would say the angsty ending isn't my fault, it's canon's fault.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i'm going to shamelessly plug but i still want more even though it's not fully posted yet. the final chapter is just.... so joyous. i'm really proud of it.

Do you get hate on fics? Exactly once. And it wasn't on AO3, it was on FF.NET i was cross-posting Unlikely Contact to both websites at the time, and someone was Big Mad about the power dynamics between Shepard and Garrus which is like.... wild to me.

Do you write smut? hell yeah i do

Craziest crossover: LA By Night x Dragon Age

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Hopefully not

Have you ever had a fic translated? no

Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! i got in on the big GOAD CYOA fic

All time favorite ship? I mean, the current brainrot is Good Omens, but i tend to cycle through ships every few years or so. the GO fandom is really cooking right now though, so this might last a while.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oof. I have 6 WIPs on AO3 right. One is a complete fic that is being posted over time. Another one I have promised myself i will finish even if it kills me. The other four are probably never going to get done. I also have been cleaning out my google drive lately, and there's a few things on there that just got sent to trash.

Anyways, i always talk about revisiting Unlikely Contact, because i think the premise was good, and I think I'm a better writer now. But, again, it will probably never happen.

What are your writing strengths? I think I write good character dialogue. At least i hope i write good dialogue, considering how much time i spend agonizing over the way characters talk. I also think I'm good at portraying complex emotions, especially when those emotions are entwined with smut. I also just like my prose. It's a little over-the-top sometimes, i think, but i spend a lot of time writing technical stuff for my job, which is so fucking dry, so i might as well treat myself with some purple prose.

What are your writing weaknesses? Writing anything longer than a one-shot. Or even just writing one-shots. My delusions of grandeur outstrip my ability to commit to a project for any prolonged amount of time. I cannot write anything over 2k words in a decent amount of time, but everything i want to write requires more than 2k words. Do you see the problem here?

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I think it makes sense in the context where one person doesn't understand what the other is saying. And it's also best used sparingly, and if it isn't, then make sure you have the translations easily accessible. Basically, I don't want to be faced with an entire block of text I can't read unless there's a point to it, or the author finds some other way to make it engaging. Again, with the example of someone not being able to understand the language being spoken, you could add description of the POV character trying to figure out what's being communicated to them via body language, tone of voice, etc. Maybe they can speak a bit of the language and they have to piece everything together using context clues. I think that'd be an interesting way to provide depth on your POV character.

First fandom you wrote in? I would say technically Dragon Age. I never posted anything, but there were word docs on an old computer when i was 14.

Favorite fic you've written? it's still we can just kiss like real people do. It will never be my most popular fic, mainly because the fandom it's written in is tiny, but i love it a lot.

a lot of the GO fic people i follow have already gotten this (i think) so i'm just going to tag @canadiankazz because they are a legend in the LA by Night fandom (and followed me recently, hello again kazz!)

[waynes-multiverse]

Multiverse News: Week 1

Greetings, fellow travelers! It’s your favorite hot mess speaking! 🖖

In the new year, I wanted to make an effort to share more about my writing progress and give you guys better (and hopefully, weekly) updates on some of my WIPs that I’ve been working on during that time.

So, for the curious among you, it’s a great opportunity to get some insight, and for me, it’s awesome because I get to share some of my excitement about current projects with you guys. And you know the rules here, questions are not only allowed but welcomed. Let me know if you like this idea and if we should continue it. In the future, I could also add fic recs of what I read that week if that would be something you’re interested in. So, without further ado, let’s get started! 🖤

Fine print: Updates may contain small spoilers, which are announced in italics! 😜

Series Updates:

DBM: Finished three chapters this week. Spoilers: First part takes place in the reader’s past with chosen moments throughout the first three seasons. The chapters are called: Lemons, Salt, Tequila. Cas and Jack also finally make appearances 😇

TBH: Finished up and ready to go up until 30. I still hate them. They keep sacrificing themselves and dying or do something insanely stupid. They won’t cooperate with me, but I’ve worked out quite a few kinks! 💪

PH: Finished until 18. Oooooooh, do I love writing this thing! Spoilers: Intense jealousy and anger management problems in parts 17 and 18. God, they’re idiots! Also, have I mentioned the smut in 13 and 14? 🔥 No? Well, there you go…

Planned Miniseries:

Cast Away: So excited for this one! It’s a hate to love, with one part already being piningly in love, and everything happens on a deserted island because of a stupid witch spell (haha cast away… Get it now? 😂). Also, there might be some Peter Pan elements in this. Be surprised (and if you send me an ask about it, I might send you snippets of the first part) 😉

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby: This is actually a part two to a Jensen x Reader one-shot I did in June. I said back then that I want more of them, and I still do. This has been sitting in my drafts for months again. Edited so many times I can’t even count and still not finished. But I had one final idea on how to fix what I don’t like, so we’ll see. I’m quite happy with the direction it’s taking 🙃

Upcoming One-Shots:

Mercilessly: Demon!Dean x Soulmate!Reader fic. Not gonna spoil too much about it because it’s posting soon for a challenge 😈

Everything I Wanted: The alternate ending to On The Beach aka the one I deleted because it was depressing, angsty and devastating. Anyways, who wants their hearts to be broken? (Also, I titled it after the Billie Eilish song because the lyrics and video always make me fucking bawl my eyes out 😭)

[kiriel123]

Hi, hope youre doing good.

I was wondering if you know any fics with loads and loads of angst but a happy ending still. Need to cry to feel something today you know🫦😿

Thank you

Hi I hope you're doing good too! Here are some longer fics that made me feel many things.

Hopefully at least some of these are new to you. Happy reading!

show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight

(this author has many long angsty with happy ending fics actually!)

When Wei Ying woke up this morning, he hadn’t expected to learn that Lan Zhan had sex on the regular, Lan Zhan had sex with men on the regular, and Lan Zhan had sex with men on the regular and purportedly wrote about it in a spreadsheet. But learn those things he did, the knowledge seared into his memory with viciously quick speed, instantly becoming one of those things he’d never forget. The only thing he wanted and couldn’t have was to unlearn it.

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus

“You know what?” Wei Ying said. “I think we should be friends.”

“Vulcans do not have friends,” said Lan Zhan. He was staring very determinedly at the screen in front of him.

Wei Ying frowned at him. “That can’t be right.

lemon morning in a wash of rain by curiositea

love is the subject and love’s loss the text grief breaks the heart and yet the grief comes next

Lan Zhan sees the haunted look that’s settled in Wei Ying’s eyes, sees that, no matter how much Wei Ying laughs, it never truly goes away. The light of Wei Ying remains, but it dims, and Lan Zhan wants to cradle it in his palms, breathe what little life into it he can, keep it safe, but he can’t. So Lan Zhan learns what it is to mourn what’s right in front of him and realises he’s already had a lot of practice.

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Or, Lan Zhan's love and grief as he loses Wei Ying then gets him back.

grave goods by luckymarrow

Death is banal. It’s boring. It happens every day. It happens to someone else, always, until it doesn’t.

One day, it’ll happen to you, too.

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Wei Ying, PhD candidate, licensed mortician, and world's second best boyfriend, after Lan Zhan, of course, thinks he knows all there is to know about grief until the sudden deaths of his adoptive parents upend the lives of everyone in their orbit. A study in grief, mourning, and semi-intentional child acquisition

in another life by queen_gee

Lan Zhan looks down at the essay. He doesn’t get any further than the name before he hears the soft sound of fabric rustling from the doorway. The second set of breathing betraying that he is no longer alone.

Before Lan Zhan can turn, an aching familiar voice says, “Hello, stranger.”

Every nerve in his body locks down for impact.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Eight years after their breakup, Wei Ying shows up to collect on an old agreement: if they aren’t married by 30, they’ll marry each other

And in case you're in the mood for canon-verse:

忍辱负重 | to bear the burden of humiliation by dragongirlG

When Lan Wangji gives himself up to Wen Xu at the Cloud Recesses, he does not expect Wen Xu to take him as a warprize and turn him into his concubine. After escaping during the Qishan Wen Indoctrination, he sacrifices himself once more to ensure Wei Wuxian's safe return to Lotus Pier. Unfortunately, Wen Chao succeeds in taking over Lotus Pier anyway, claiming Wei Wuxian as his own warprize in revenge for killing his lover. Afterward, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji do their best to protect each other in the brief moments that they reunite, while working independently to take down Qishan Wen from the inside

stay, fury, your wrist wrapped in silk by spookykingdomstarlight

While returning to Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji encounters Wang Lingjiao and Wen Zhuliu; he does not come out of the encounter unscathed

[pyromanic-pidgeon]

-Because we lie-

PART 4 

Wordcount: 807 

Warnings: cutesy date, drive-in movie, existential fake dating related crisis, Dr. Pepper hate (so sorry), Fanta lemon is supreme, innuendos to hooking up, play-fighting, over all pretty fluffy, a little angsty (not really) part, and idk what more to write so, lemon penguins are cute, no they’re not included sorry

A/N: Hiya! So, here we go. I went on a school trip and forgot to write. Not completely AO3 worthy author yet, but I’m working on it, but enjoy the part!

Previous parts: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 

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Emilia sat in the seat next to Jonah, watching him drive in her peripheral vision. She regretted this deeply. The dress was too short, the air too cold, the tension too thick. Yes, she had been pining after Leigh for way too long, but that didn’t mean she actually knew how to behave on a date, not a fake one either nonetheless. She also wished her first date would’ve been with someone she actually liked as well, but Jonah would suffice she supposed. She shivered and rapped her hands a little tighter around herself as they drove into the drive-in movie. 

“Here.” He said as he took off his black hoodie and handed it over to her. She put it on before saying a quick thank you, her braids getting a little messed up in the process. 

“Do you want any snacks? My treat.” He offered with his standard charming smile. 

“Popcorn and a soda, thanks. ” 

“What drink?” 

“Surprise me.” 

“Oh, you’ve made a grave mistake Mills.” He grinned before closing the door and walking away. 

She giggled a little to herself as she looked over at the big screen a few cars in front. It was far enough back to be somewhat private, but not so far to be too private and uncomfortable. The last thing she wanted was someone from school thinking she was hooking up with someone at the drive in. Especially considering that, you know, no one even knows about it yet. Though, that was sure to change quite soon. 

Or rather. She didn’t think such a, quote on quote, juicy rumor wouldn’t get tossed around quickly, as Daisy had put it. They knew she was on a date, but not with who. That was to remain a secret for the time being. However, being dolled up by her and Leigh, was possibly the worst time she’d had in a long while. Hearing what Leigh had to say about having a good date, and their comments on her attire made her heart skip one too many beats before she had even left the house. The blush covering her pale complexion she was 90 percent sure she could pass off to be embarrassment or meant towards her secret date. 

Whether or not Jonah thought she looked pretty tonight had crossed her mind a few times, but she’d made it her mission to block the thoughts out. She’d read one too many fake dating tropes to know that going down that road would lead down a dark romanticized failure of a daydream. One that only lead to happily ever after in the movies, and heartbreak and unrequited expectations in real life. Or so the story is portrayed at least. 

Jonah opening the door dragged her out of her spiraling thoughts and revelations. He sat the popcorn down in her lap as he sat down in his own seat. He then leaned over to the backseat to get a cute dark green blanket. Emilia noted that he was very close. Too close. She could smell his cologne. He smelled faintly of newly cut grass and vanilla, a comforting mix. She noted that she had grown accustomed to the smell, just not in that high of a quantity. It hit her like a train. But a comforting, soft train. If such a thing was even possible. He moved back all too quickly, she begrudgingly admitted to herself. This was gonna be a long night. 

“Here ya go.” He grinned before handing over a can of dr. pepper. Emilia’s face fell. All the previously nice things she’d let herself think of him flew out of her mind as she looked at her least favorite drink. Had she not told him she hated that? She was quite sure she had, indeed, let that information slip once during their library hangouts. 

His smile seemed to just grow wider. She grabbed the can and opened it. Faking a strangled ‘thanks’. She took one sip and felt the absolutely horrid liquid run down her throat. He then burst out laughing his head off. She looked quizzically over at him. He continued. 

“You should've seen your face!” He managed to get out between laughs. He then proceeded to grab a bottle of Fanta lemon instead and handed it over to her. A smile then spread across her face as she realized his annoying ways. She then proceeded to hit him in the arm. 

“You little- I KNEW I TOLD YOU I HATED THAT ONE!” She exclaimed laughing before hitting him some more. He hit her gently back as he reached over to the Dr. Pepper in her hand and took a sip. She focused entirely too much on his lips as he did so. So, she grabbed her Fanta lemon and drank a bit to distract herself from his all too soft lips. 

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Masterlist 

[theonewhospeaksinweird]

💜Protection (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 1💜

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted) 

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal 

I'm sorry to anyone who has tried to request a story from me since I started writing here, but I was going through some things with school, graduating, and getting my life ready for adulting.~ I also got married, and am moving with my husband!~ And now I'm back with a self-indulgent story for my favorite character from One Piece, Charlotte Katakuri!~ Enjoy!~

Part 1 - -> Part 2 - -> Part 3

Nervousness seeped into my bones as I tried to calm myself. Gardening the castle grounds wasn't necessary, but I had nothing else to do with my anxious hands, so I tended to the house and my personal garden with them. I had already tried to sit down and read a book in our room, but seeing the bed reminded me of the moment I shared with my husband this morning. For once, that was what I was trying to distract myself from right now, and my husband was the source of my mounting anxieties.

"Why do you have to go today?" This variation of my needlessly repetitive daily question slipped from my lips as I breathed in his sweet scent. One I felt the need to ask every morning as if he would choose to stay in bed with me all day rather than do his job. Sometimes I, selfishly, wish he would stay, but I'd never make him choose. The devotion to his family that he shows every moment of the day is one of the many things that made me fall in love with him, after all. Even if it's clear that this duty takes a hefty toll on his body and mind, I still support him in every endeavor he chooses.

His morning voice rumbled more than usual, and it made me press further into his warm, enveloping skin under the covers as we whispered sleepily to each other. The bliss of our intimacy alone had me never wanting to leave my paramount husband's side. His arms were so immense and encompassing, and I was so small and protected. Never fearing anything but the absence of my husband. A deep sigh from him lifted me up and down on his chest as he came to a clearer consciousness.

"It's my duty, love, you know that." His beautiful incisors gently grazed my head as he spoke, entertaining my usual silly question of worry. Butterflies still tickled my stomach at the endearment he addressed me as, even after three years of marriage. Those flutters overwhelmed me with a wave of adoration for my giant lover. Of course, I believed in my husband's strength, I've seen what he is capable of firsthand multiple times.

If this were almost any other pirate crew member his mother was executing, I wouldn't be worried, but this was one of the worst generation's crew members, Black Leg Sanji of the Strawhat Pirates, so I couldn't help but fret a little. There wasn’t anyone on the Grand Line that had not heard of this infamous crew that had done the impossible over and over. And that was all before they disappeared for two years, presumed to be disbanded after a disheartening defeat at both Sabaody and Marineford. Who knew how much stronger they were after all this time. All of that didn’t even include the superhuman abilities of Germa 66 that were sure to turn on us the moment the betrayal registered.

Letting out a small hum, I attempted to dispel the worry from my thoughts so I could relish the last half hour I had with my husband for this morning before he went off to put himself in harm's way. For his family. For me. My droopy eyes opened slowly to see the hidden beauty of my husband that only I was allowed to gaze upon. From his beautiful, pearly teeth to his peaceful face that also only seemed to be reserved for my presence. The sharp, masculine lines of his face seemed softened, especially his arched eyebrows that were always furrowed when he was around anyone. Anyone except me, that is. My significantly smaller thumb brushed along his rough scar, making him shudder as he too opened his worn eyes filled with adoration the same as mine. Our equally sleepy eyes met as I continued to caress his momentary tenseness and my worry away.

I gave him a soft smile as I leaned in closer to nom his nose playfully, my lips covering my teeth. Technically, I could bite it off, but he currently seemed to be too sleepy to regrow it. A smile of his own upturned the corners of his mouth, making me undeniably happy and let slip a few giggles. Even though I've seen it multiple times before, it still makes me giddy to know that I make him smile. My tittering was joined by his rumble of a chuckle as we cuddled impossibly closer, his strong arms enveloping my person tighter than before. A comfortable silence cocooned us as we soaked in each other's care.

It was only about us right now.

Mirth had me smiling to myself as I absentmindedly caressed sugary dirt off of a fully grown candy corn on the cob, just like I had his cheek. A gentle but chilling breeze brought me back to the present, and my smile fell away as I automatically looked towards the nearby main island of Whole Cake. My soft blue antennas and small white wings swayed in the wind as I sighed and stood up to head inside with my now full basket of candy veggies.

Looking up at the pink cotton candy clouds I've grown used to, they were a far cry from the white and pristine ones I grew up on. As a fallen Skypeian, it was still odd for me to be looking up at the clouds rather than being in them. My abnormal antennas gifted me abilities similar to that of a Devil Fruit power, though the sea does not scorn me for mine. With the power to read and gently influence people's emotions, as well as view their memories when I touch them, it was hard to live blissfully unaware of things when they affected someone's emotions. When my emotions rise, so does the sensitivity of my gift, therefore, when going out in public, I wear silk gloves. Katakuri does a lot with helping me manage my emotions in public, but it's nice to have a backup aid. If only he were here now.

By the time I was done cleaning the candy veggies and storing them, my worries had soared to new heights, and I couldn't stand it anymore. Even though it was senseless, I rushed to our room, and quickly put on a yellow tulle, knee length dress while pocketing my white silk gloves before leaving through the back door. The front and sides were guarded by Cracker's biscuit soldiers that he offered for extra protection this morning. Upon opening the door, I was immediately met with the hollow, smiling faces of about ten homies which made me shudder. Not because I was scared of them, but because I knew what kept them alive.

After marrying Katakuri, I eventually confronted him with my experiences of seeing human memories when touching Homies around the kingdom, and he reluctantly explained. The truth drew me into a mournful stupor, heartbroken for all of the stolen life forces constrained to these obedient slaves. This depth of my sorrow had me distancing myself in a separate room for a week until I calmed down. Any person that came near me was overwhelmed with sobs as I was, except Katakuri whose eyes only watered. Katakuri sent away his Homies for me to feel comfortable, and brought in human staff to replace them, but I still avoid Homies as much as I can when we go to other islands.

"Hello, Miss Y/N! Where are you rushing off to in a hurry? Katakuri-Sama appointed us to join you if you decided to leave the grounds!" Spoke one cheerfully. These weren't like normal Homies, as they were made out of Katakuri's mochi, yet the familiar material did nothing to quell my uneasiness. The sentiment he put forth in this change touched me nonetheless since I knew he only wanted to protect me.

I tried not to look into any of their soulless eyes, which made it slightly easier when I quickly reached my bare hands forward to tap two of the Homies and activate their locked away memories. With this trick I learned from Pudding, I made quick work of the rest of them, stunning them into a melancholic stupor as I ran past and into the tree line before one of the biscuit guards could come. A shudder wracked my body as I tried to shake away the memories of those stolen lives plaguing my thoughts now. I ignored it, like Katakuri taught me, and focused on my end goal.

It was a short jog to the edge of the juice sea ebbing on the cake donut shore where my own personal boat sat anchored. With it being relatively small, the force of me hopping onto it jolted it forward a little, and I raised the anchor before starting the engine. My hands twisted on the tiller, (Tiller: The steering stick on an outboard motor engine) making the engine roar up louder as I steered towards the mistily hidden island of Whole Cake. As I flew across the violet juice, my left hand fingered the ever-present mochi bead bracelet around my right wrist that I had forgotten in my emotional frenzy.

"Do you have to go?" The first time I'd ever asked that silly question. My quiet voice matched the dewy expression I wore as I watched my handsomely half naked husband brush his teeth in the bathroom a few feet away. Those entrancing magenta eyes, normally sharp but now softened and puttying even further as they meet mine, traced my partially covered body before sighing and spitting. My antennae matched the striking pink of his eyes.

He finished his bathroom routine before lumbering over to me and taking a knee to nuzzle his face into mine. I gladly welcomed the unabashed affection, softly kissing his parted lips in return. He hadn't even begun to be this close until a year into our marriage which was two months ago, so I welcomed it all. My hands traced the defined yet soft muscles along his chest as I tried to memorize every dip and line his body made in response to years of rigorous training. A shiver slips down my spine as his large teeth gently graze my soft lips engaging his in a deeper kiss. The kiss ends just as I was starting to tug him back into the bed by his neck, his large hands stopping his descent by holding onto the edge of the bed. With a pout, I stubbornly hung onto his neck as he sat back up until one of his large hands gently tried to tug me away.

When I did finally relent, I could see my red-faced husband bashfully averting his eyes, causing me to giggle and lie back down a little more satisfied than before. He used one hand to cover as much of his face as possible, and the other he outstretched towards me. I sat up again to look at his bare hand, about to place my own in it until little balls of mochi started to float up into the air. About twenty of them were created before they spun around and arranged into a bracelet. The newly formed piece of pristine white jewelry fell back into his large hand soundlessly.

I was already in awe of the delicate display of his powers, but upon realizing that the creation was for me, I was hesitant to take it. Stealing a glance up at him, he motioned to the bracelet with his eyes while still sporting a red, yet now uncovered, face. With his extra prompting, I gingerly took the bracelet. The instant I did, I felt an overwhelming wave of love tainted with anxiousness flood my body, making my wings flutter and antennas glow a deep reddish pink. The inevitable smile creeps onto my face, exploding into a wide grin and an unstoppable flurry of giggles. At hearing my unadulterated laughter, Katakuri starts to chuckle with me and leans in to nuzzle his nose against my neck.

"Now you'll always have a piece of me with you, and I'll always feel your heartbeat to know you are well. Perhaps this will bring both of us some peace of mind." He rumbled in my ear before slowly pulling away. This time I don't try to pull him back, but still begrudgingly watch him stand up to his full height. While maintaining eye contact, I put on the bracelet and rub it against my cheek. A thrum of arousal rings from it into my warm cheek, which blossoms a devious smile on my face as my antennae's red overtakes the pink.

"I think this'll do a few more things than that.~"

A particularly rough wave jolts me to the floor of my white boat, making the engine idle and the boat cruise without my steadying hand. Through my wall of worries, I hadn't focused on the bracelet, the window into my partner's soul. Wanting the bracelets to be a two-way street of emotional clarity, I had Katakuri make himself another and infused it with my powers so he could feel my emotions too. Now crouched down in the bottom of the boat, I clutched the bracelet to my chest and breathed in a few calming breaths. Bump. A dash of anxiety, always present despite his cool exterior. Bump Bump. Swirls of skepticism, he's people watching. Ba Dump Dum. My cheeks heat up as the dominating warmth of love spreads through me. Love was the best emotion to feel from him. I used his calm emotions to steady my own but felt bad that he's had to deal with all of my topsy turvy ones, as usual. He and I were complete opposites.

Now with more peace, I returned to the tiller and, with a softer twist, continued my trek towards Whole Cake. The closer I got, the stronger myriad of emotions I could sense from my bracelet. Nervousness is stronger, tense pulses of exploration followed by a ripple of anger. He's using his Observation Haki and what he sees is not good. At this revelation, the moment my boat hits the shore of Whole Cake, I'm up and running towards the looming chateau that stands in the middle of the city.

I can hear a faint rumbling, even from the edge of the city, which makes my stomach turn in an ocean of my worst fears. I can see a giant wedding cake up at the very top where Big Mom always has her tea parties, and it seemed like it was . . . crumbling? Running all the way from the shore to the center of town, I joined the townspeople in staring up at the top of the chateau in horror. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as feelings of annoyance edging on ire came from Katakuri.

If what I think is happening, is happening, then all the townspeople will soon be in danger. Mama has been raving about that wedding cake ever since she decided to "marry off" Pudding, and it's been in production for weeks now. If Mama doesn't eat that cake, she's going to have hunger pains and won't stop until a new one is remade. Which means I have my work cut out for me. Despite this acceptance of my duties for today, that didn't get rid of the fearful lilac filing my antennae. The townspeople started to murmur nervously to themselves about what was happening, and finally noticed I was among them.

"Lady Y/N! Do you know what is happening?"

"Miss Y/N, please tell us what is happening at Miss Pudding's wedding!" These first outcries were followed by a cacophony of worried voices that flooded my ears. After a few moments of trying to get my bearings, the yelling became too much. The mixture of my heightening panic, the thrum of my husband's own elevated emotions and the frenzy of the growing crowd exhausted me. The clear lilac muddied into brown.

"I. . ." A pulse of simmering anger from my bracelet makes me gasp before I could give the citizens a proper answer. The continual rumbling of the cake chateau made me uneasy, and I'd rather be safe than sorry about the townspeople's safety. Pushing out of the crowd, I ran over to a Homie guard.

"Miss Y/N, is something-?" Before he could finish, I cut him off with a frantic answer.

"We need to evacuate the city, Mama's cake is falling and Katakuri is fighting someone, that can only mean that the Strawhats are up there! It'll only be a matter of time before Mama starts her hunger pain, even if the Strawhats are defeated. We can't let the citizens get in the way. Tell everyone to evacuate as soon as possible!" The guard nodded obediently and ran off to spread the news. I was running in the opposite direction, back towards the chateau, yelling for people to evacuate, and trying to ignore the emotions flooding my senses as my husband expressed his rising anger and frustration.

I knew he should've stayed at home in bed with me this morning.

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It didn't take long for the townspeople to catch wind of the evacuation warning, and soon the usually bustling capital of Totto Land was desolate. Everyone knew the dangerous nature of Mama's hunger pain rampages, and that drove them to leave as soon as possible. Before I could think of what to do next, a surprising yet fleeting emotion dripped icily into my veins from my husband: fear. It was fleeting, but I've never seen or felt my husband fear anything or anyone, though I didn't have to wait long for the cause of it.

A large explosion sounded off at the base of the whole cake chateau, washing a wave of heat and debris over me as I crouched down and covered my head with my hands. Light purple lit up my face as I pushed my antennae down against my head as well. My heart pounded out of my chest as I stayed down until the wind died. A horrible groaning and cracking noise resounded around me from the chateau, urging me to look up at the damage done.

The entire chateau was falling towards me.

An undeniable fear of my own clawed out of my chest as I stood up and started to sprint away from the falling structure. My lungs struggled to keep up with my frantic breaths as I focused on staying upright and dodging continuously falling debris. As I ran, I tried to look back towards the top of the crashing structure to see if I could spot anyone, but after almost getting crushed and tripping a few times, I decided to focus on my escape first. Despite my best efforts and no matter how hard I ran, the shadow of the chateau never seemed to leave my figure. Hopelessness dragged down my tiring body, painting my antennae a dreary gray.

'I'm not going to make it. Why did I come here? I should've just stayed at home like Katakuri told me to, Katakuri is always right! Stupid, stupid! Now he'll blame himself if I die here! He'll work himself even harder!' Tears began to waver my sight, and stream down my sweaty, dirty cheeks as I kept pushing my legs harder and harder. I could hear the crashing of larger debris behind me, and even though it scared me, I started to slow down until I dropped to my knees. Each breath seemed like it wasn't enough, especially as I kept crying under the looming shadow of the chateau.

Trembling on the ground, I threw my head back to stare up at my inevitable fate, only to face a large chunk of sponge cake falling towards me. Everything seemed to slow down as my wonderful life in the past three years with Katakuri flashed through my mind. I didn't want to die. Didn't want to leave him.

"If you ever need me, just call out my name, and I'll come to you no matter where I am. I will always protect you." Katakuri's promise from all those years ago resounded in my mind.

Clenching my eyes, I let out the loudest yell I could muster.

"KATAKURI, PLEASE PROTECT ME!! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU!!"

I felt a surprising surge of energy burst through my tired body as I screamed out and waited to either be swept off my feet by my husband or crushed. All I felt was an even greater fatigue. What a pitiful way to die on the Grand Line. 'I'm sorry, Katakuri.' After a few hard beats of my heart pounding against my ribcage, and neither of those things happening, I cracked my eyes open to look at what had happened. It took me a moment to comprehend what I was seeing through bleary eyes, but even when I wiped them what I saw confused me.

The first thing I noticed was white. At a glance, I thought it was the familiar mochi of my husband who came to save me, but realized this was definitely different once my mind cleared. A buzzing bubble surrounded me like a shield, and it was deathly quiet. 'Did someone else make this, or. . . is this me. . ?' Nothing was heard other than my labored breaths. I saw the large piece of sponge cake that had been hurtling towards me moments ago nearby on the ground in smaller pieces. The second thing I noticed was that the entire cake chateau had been turned into real sponge cake, and heavy cream was spilling its way towards me. Not a moment after this fearful realization did my bubble shatter.

All the sound that had been blocked out by it came rushing back all at once. The gushing of heavy cream, settling of debris, groaning from the buildings that were supporting the now sponge cake chateau, and a few pained groans from nearby. Despite all the noise, there was one noise that made my breath hitch as I turned towards it.

The sound of spurs.

I saw my mountain of a husband, Katakuri, running towards me rapidly with Daifuku and Oven close behind.

"Y/N!" He yelled as he got to me, my arms already raised and ready for him to pick me up, which is exactly what he did. Faint yellow relief filled me.

"Katakuri! I'm sorry I left the house, I should have stayed home, but I was worried, and I felt your emotions and, and-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before I was breaking down into tears as all the stuff that had happened so quickly washed over me. Everything was a mess, I was a mess, and I almost died. He held me so close and tight in his large, strong arms, pressing my body into his heaving chest, and head into his scarf. My hands slipped under his scarf so I could wrap my arms around his bare neck and ground myself in his contact. I could feel the fast thumping of his heartbeat against my own pounding chest as he tried to futilely hide the fact that he was shaken up.

No doubt when he heard me scream his name a few moments ago, he looked into the future and saw me about to be crushed by a cake. We both just relished each other's safety for a few moments, his mouth nuzzling its way to my cheek in his scarf. The shakiness of his breath made me whimper and cry a little more. We stayed like this before he gently tugged me away from his comforting body after we had mostly calmed down. His crimson eyes were imperceptibly watery as they searched my face and body for any injuries. Normally furrowed eyebrows were upturned in worry.

"Why are you-? No, first, are you okay? I didn't think I was going to make it in time. I saw the cake, and then a flash of white, I thought-" He abruptly stopped that line of thinking along with his fast breaths that were edging on hyperventilating. He quieted and focused on catching his breath as he studied me. I couldn't look him in the eye for long as guilt wracked my body for making my husband feel so worried about me. A few sniffles are all that sounded from me as I let him cycle through his emotions to calm down. Katakuri saw my reluctance to look at him straight, sighed, and brought me back towards him. My forehead touched his as one of his gloved hands lifted to my chin and redirected my averted gaze up to his worried pools of magenta. There was no anger, just concern and fear, even though he had every right to feel angry with me. This softness was something I only saw when we were alone, and it just broke me again. Tears quickly filled my eyes as I nodded in response to his second question.

"I-I'm fine. I don't know what happened with the- the cake and the forcefield. I'm sorry I left the house, but I was just so worried about you, and I couldn't help myself! And when I got on the island, I heard Mama screaming and you felt angry, and then the cake fell, and I evacuated everyone, but then the chateau fell and-" It was a wonder if he could understand my blubbering as I gestured wildly around us to the mess everywhere, but he let me go on until I ran out of breath. He just stood there, listening, and rubbing his thumb along my cheek to wipe away the tears.

"Anything else, love?"

A blush warmed my cheeks at his soft tone and pet name, but nodded, nonetheless. It wasn't a condescending question, he just wanted to make sure I was getting everything out. Despite causing trouble because I disobeyed him, he still wanted to make sure I was well. Another rumbling hum resonated in his broad chest as he studied my tear-stained face, dirtied yellow dress and flushed face. This softened his gaze even further as he felt regret at my sullied state.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner. I don't know what I would do without you, Y/N, and I would rather not think about it. Although you did disobey me and slipped past the many Homies I had stationed around our home to try to prevent this very event from happening," I winced guiltily under his momentarily scolding gaze, "I am, nonetheless, happy that you came, and are safe. Your kindness knows no bounds, and I feel unworthy of such a display of love, yet I humbly accept it." His last sentence was quieter than the rest of his gentle scolding, still aware of his brothers nearby helping the rest of his siblings up from the rubble.

A wobbly smile tugged at my lips as new tears stung my eyes and I nodded. The warmth of our shared love for each other in this mess transitioned my relieved yellow to a lovingly deep pink.

"You're the one who's kindness is endless. I didn't listen to you about staying home and caused you extra stress. You should be furious with me, but you just care about me being safe. I have no one to blame for my state except myself, Kata, and you know it. None of this is your fault. And of course, you're worthy of my love, we've been over this, silly. You deserve the world, especially with everything you do for your family, and for me. I would do anything to ensure your safety, just as you do for us." I wanted to give him a kiss on the lips, but we were in public, so I just settled for giving him a lingering kiss between his eyebrows. He seemed to relax a little at this gesture, taking my return compliment well. Before either of us could say anything more, a shrill and angered voice called out for my darling love.

"Big brother Katakuri! What are we going to do about this mess, and all the traitors and intruders?! We have no time to just stand around!" It was Mont d'Or screaming and being followed by what looked like a giant chicken man in a familiar pink suit, Brulee, Compote and a few other higher ranking Charlotte siblings. Katakuri's tender face of worry hardened back to his serious one, which saddened me that our moment was already over. Duty calls, though, and I was used to it by now.

Katakuri made no move to put me down yet, so I just let out a soft sigh and leaned into his scarf to rest for a little. He finally turned around to face his oncoming siblings, and a few were surprised to see me in his hold. The first person to speak up about it was Brulee who walked forward with concern written all over her long face.

"Y/N-nii! What are you doing here? You look a mess, are you okay?" Everyone expressed different levels of concern over my state, but before I could say anything for myself, Katakuri spoke up for me.

"She was worried about Pudding's wedding, so she came to make sure everything was fine, but got a little caught up in some of the chateau's destruction. She's fine now." Katakuri's firm voice left no more room for questions, so everyone accepted this answer. I didn't look at anyone in particular, opting to just stay snuggled in the soft fabric of my husband's scarf.

Everyone started to talk about the attacks on the chateau, but I was only partially listening. I was staring absently at the ground, in thought, when a long pink and black, twisted lollipop invaded my vision. I perked up a little at the offering, looking past it to a smiling Perospero who gave me a little wink when my gaze fully met his. With a little giggle, I took the treat and began to suck on it as I settled back against Katakuri. He didn't say anything about it, but I could feel his cheeks shift under his scarf in a smile which had me glancing up at him with a small smile of my own.

Once again, our moment was broken by someone yelling, but this time it was Daifuku directing troops. From what I had heard snippets of, the explosion on the chateau was still unknown, the bird man was somehow Tamago based on how he was talking, Strawhat Luffy and his allies had caused a lot of damage, Jinbei announced his resignation to join the Strawhats and Capone Bege had betrayed us to help the Strawhats assassinate Big Mom. The last piece of information was a disappointment but not a surprise. Katakuri had always had his suspicions on Bege's loyalty. Jinbei, though, was more saddening.

Ever since Whitebeard died, he was quick to ally with Big Mom to protect Fishman Island from pirates. He only visited the chateau when Big Mom called him, and rarely came to Komugi Island unless it had something to do with Katakuri. Nevertheless, the times he accepted my invitation to tea when he was around, he was kind, respectful and a joyful company to have. He didn't disclose any sensitive information outside of personal information, but I'm sure he was being reasonably cautious since I was married to Katakuri. One might think he was just nice to me because of my relations to one of Big Mom's highest-ranking members, but I like to think he genuinely enjoyed our time together as I did.

"Brulee, come with me. I'm going after Strawhat." Katakuri demanded, and as Brulee agreed and started to rant about what they put her through, I could feel Katakuri's anger rising high as he listened to his sister. The development made me a little nervous because the higher strung his emotions were in a fight, the more likely he was to slip up.

"I will personally make sure he is stopped. Not only has he destroyed our kingdom, put the family in imminent danger and tried to assassinate Mama, but", his grip tightened on me, "he almost caused serious harm to my wife. I must stop him here before he becomes a bigger threat to Mama later on." His protectiveness over everyone, especially me, had me blushing as butterflies tickled my stomach. Though, the thought of him getting hurt on our behalf churned my stomach over the butterflies.

This pirate had managed this much damage, even if he did have some powerful allies to aid him. Either he was as strong as his bounty suggested, or this was all pure luck. Even if Strawhat Luffy lived up to his current bounty, it was still only half of Katakuri's which totaled in at a billion berries. I had done enough doubting of him today, so I tried to quell the growing uneasiness that colored my antennae a lime green.

Just as Katakuri prepared to put me down to leave with Brulee, a loud rumbling and sounds of massive destruction caught everyone's attention. Soon thereafter, Smoothie was running towards us, urging us to do the same. If she was this frantic, that could only mean one thing: Mama's hunger pains had started.

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Wah!~ Okay, sooo this turned into something WAY longer than I expected it to be, so I split it up!~ The scene I started this story in mind with can be reached in two parts.~ The second part is mostly done already, but now I kind of want to have another part for just pure fluff and maybe a little somethingggggg, I don't know!~ I'll decide when I get the planned parts out and see how they do and how I feel, I suppose.~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 1 - -> Part 2 - -> Part 3

[a-yarn-of-purple-prose]

So, Kaeya found family fics, hold the shipping? *cracks knuckles*

Emergency Chasm Delving time!

As a preamble, I want to say that in my dives around the 120k+ works monstrosity that is Genshin Impact's tag on AO3, what I found was that people are more than happy to give Kaeya a found family.

These are frequently a party, in the adventuring sense, or at least the group assembled to work on a specific mission (a lot of those fics are "these guys are my team and I love them, watch as I write some fluff", which is the sweetest thing in this fandom, don't ever change Genshin writers.)

Paper, Glass, Steel, and Bone [or, The Tensile Strength of Tenacity] by Kawree is a questfic of sorts, since it's about Kaeya and Lumine investigating a commission in the Liyuen boonies, but it is also a lovingly written Kaeya character study and features heavily Lumine's attempts to get through his defenses. It's sweet to see how he comes to terms with the idea of maybe letting this one person through.

The other common theme is the drinking buddies. I'm very much in favor of Kaeya & Rosaria as ride or die (also Kaeya & Jean and Kaeya & Lisa, let the man have friends ffs), but that is harder to find than you'd expect.

You, Other You, Me, and a Case of Snezhnayan Fire Water by Kairi_of_Knives is a lovely drinking buddies fic featuring Kaeya, Venti and Lumine. Yes, I'm always reccing this fic. It's because I love it.

Besides that, Kaeya is frequently shown as a sort of brother figure, a source of protection or familial comfort. In fact, Kaeya & Klee familial is actually a very common sight, be it as a (untagged) side-line to a Kaebedo fic or as the main relationship explored.

Authors don't generally go out of their way with the angst, but they make it clear through text or subtext that the reason Kaeya is there for Klee is that he refuses to let others be abandoned.

Honey Lemon (i many times thought you had come) by ravenousbee is exactly about that, as Kaeya keeps company to Klee mirroring the way Crepus kept company for him.

Sparks in the Night by PencilofAwesomeness is another great example, one of those small moments of comfort.

But he is also shown as being protective of other characters. Mostly Diluc, because it seems we all, collectively, love a Diluc whump, but it happens to other characters as well.

rain all the way home by sarcasticlumine is all about Kaeya taking Lumine in from the literal rain.

Storm of Change by Tuxedo_Elf is also about taking people out of the rain, but this time it's more like an adoption. I never really thought about Bennett getting adopted by Kaeya, but this fic convinced me.

To finish, I'll sneak this lovely series that I just read. It starts with Keep by LittleWhiteTie, which is Kaeya & Klee familial but is also the preamble to a angsty sickfic that ties into Diluc & Kaeya reconciliation.

I'll also drop The Broad Wing of Time by kawree as well because it's about Kaeya and all the people he has in his life. A fluffy birthday fic, which the man deserves (in this house we believe in giving Kaeya a hug.)

... Ok, another fluffy one, sparks, sunshine, and sneak attacks by marie_kai, featuring the best mission on the Knight's schedule: tucking in Klee.

And now I should go write because the elves will not write my next chapter for me <3

PS: this specific rabbit-hole of a research informed me that readers are more likely to go for Kaeya genfics that are tagged found family. This might mean there is a whole lot of people filtering for FF content, but I'm not in a "gather evidence" mood, so take this info with a grain of salt.

Why do people just not give Kaeya his OWN found family, i know we all wish for the brothers conflict to be resolved but Kaeya deserves to know and realize there ARE people who will unconditionally love him and choose him regardless of the burdens he comes with THEN he will be in a better place to resolve things with his brother

[rayshippouuchiha]

More fic for KHR!

Still mostly on ffn

Odd-Job Tsuna by ShamelessDilettante

Tsuna decides he doesn't want to rely on his absent father's money. So he gets a job. Or two. Or twelve. The 10th Gen gets together early. And there's no way he's leaving Namimori. It will fall apart if I leave, Reborn!

Little Prince by Scheming Rabbit

Iemitsu should have had a closer look at Nana's background before he married her. Nana's father decides its time to teach Tsuna the Family Business. When Reborn comes, he's got to get Tsuna out of his grandfather's reach to make him a Mafia boss. And did I mention they're royalty?

The Epic Rivalry of Sasagawa Kyoko and Sawada Tsunayoshi by Dandelion-san

Tsuna and Kyoko are really, really good at cooking. But who's the best? Unfortunately, Ryohei and Hibari-sempai were terrorized during the Rivalry.

The Senju Brothers by Tsume Yuki

Naruto/KHR If Tsunade had known the kind of chaos her sons were unleash upon the world... well, she still would have had them. The Arcobalenco and 10th Gen are reborn into Naruto. Drabbles, discontinued

Game On! By nordiamus

The first in the series. HP/KHR for the first, FMA, YYH, 1/2 Prince, Inuyasha, Naruto and Percy Jackson for the rest. After FemHP dies, she learns the price her mother paid to save her, that Halloween night. Desperate, she accepts a deal with the gods. Guide and prepare the new Hero to his destiny. Chaos wants to make things fun and turns life into a video game for her. So, so great. Amazing series, fleshed out, lots of characters follow femHP through the series. FemHP/Reborn

Uchiha Kyōya by Tsume Yuki

Naruto/KHR Fugaku wished they'd stopped at the first son. There's nothing wrong with the youngest, it's just... the middle one. Drabbles, technically discontinued but it's good as it is.

Vigilante Tendency by Kyogre

Tsuna tries to follow his dad's advice. It does not go according to plan. At least he has friends now. If only they weren't so inclined to fight crime. Oneshot, super good.

The Varia Next Door by Renegade Warrior

After the Cradle Affair, Xanxus is shipped off to Namimori instead of frozen solid. Xanxus hates it, he can't feel his Flames, his Elements are still in Italy. And why is this brat so difficult to scare off? And why does it feel better when he's around Tsuna? Tsuna is 5 years old when the King moves in next door. What a nice man! Funny povs from the Varia workers in the mansion.

Soldier Series by Tempestes D. Uzu

HP/KHR Harry is Skull! Discontinued but really good completed fics. Shows the povs of the other Arcobalenco to the truth about Skull.

A Murder of Crows by Cyanide Lemons

Reborn is touching down in Namimori just as Sawada Tsunayoshi leaves it. Reborn had to hunt the world for his wayward student, promising death to Iemitsu all the while. So great. I love everything Reborn is put to.

The Bloody Boys by Luki Fanfic

Dark AU! Nana's family are a bunch of serial killers. When Iemitsu allows the Seal on Tsuna, rejecting him from the Vongola, Nana decides to teach him her own family traditions. The 10th Gen in this are all killers. Also, Nana does what we all wish to do.

Aeolian by Tsume Yuki

When Kyoya and Tsuna are kidnapped, Tsuna will have to shed her herbivorous skin and become a carnivore if she wants to survive. Kyoya/Tsuna

Scarily Attractive by Hweianime

Tsunas twin Giotto becomes Decimo and Tsuna is in Germany since scary people are drawn to him all over in Namimori. Tsuna/Xanxus

My Heavenly Judgement by colbub

Complete! 100/10 Downloaded to read whenever. OC Alice has to complete a task to enter Heaven after she dies. She must help Tsuna become Decimo. So amazingly good! I laughed, I cried, I shipped. BTW, endgame Kyoya/Alice slow burn. Super slow burn.. Alice is "born" into the Brighteye Family who, just like her, have to complete a task to go to Heaven in the KHR world. So many tear jerker moments. So many Soft (minorly Angsty) Feels. Wonderful looks into the family Alice left behind, the people working with Alice now and the Angel who set her her task. I can't recommend it enough.

I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire by infaredphaeton

Naruto/KHR Oneshot When Gokudera died, he didn't expect to wake up again. Definitely not with pink hair! Gokudera is Sakura

You Plus Me Plus Kids by Seito

Tsuna/Reborn are gods and they somewhat accidentally end up adopting the kid versions of the arcobalenco and more.

Mutual Hatred by exocara

Tsuna forms a vigilante group to oust the Yakuza from his town before Reborn ever comes near Namimori.

Game of Life by exocara

Tsuna wakes up and his life is suddenly a video game. Complete. Humor

Xanxus' Adventures in Parenthood Piracy by InsaneScriptist

OP/KHR Not my usual thing, since I'm really not a fan of OP but IS did so well and it's mostly just using the OP world as a backdrop. When Portgas D. Rogue finds a man who mysteriously (i.e. standed in an alternate dimension by scientists and had to swim a lot and then climbed a cliff) appeared on the island where she lived, she decided to take him home. Then she names him godfather to her unborn child. Amazing worldbuilding with Flames in this. Xanxus using his Sky Flames to build personas for himself(splitting his Flames into their components and assigning a different alias to each Flame type) to build himself a lifeline until those scientists get him back. My favorite is when he meets who he describes as an unholy combination of Squalo and Mammon as a girl, who eventually brings him home to meet her sisters who also remind him of a genderbent combo of people he knows in KHR. (All he does is hire the girls for the company makes)

Of Dreams and Hope by skyhgem

Tsuna wakes from a week long coma and finds out the last four years of his life (manga) went real. In Italy and even his hometown, 7 others wake from a coma and try to piece their lives together.

Momento Mori by exocara

When Tsuna is 13, he is visited by Checkerface and is told he can save the world by dying on his 15th birthday. Similar to the Tri-Ni-Sette, in this world, there's one more System that keeps it running. Tsuna has been chosen as rhe 10th sacrifice.

Conspiracy Theorist Tsuna by ariathal2410

Tsuna is ridulously accurate when it comes to his conspiracy theories. It's hard to keep a straight face in front of him.

The Lucky Rope by Breathless02

Giotto is jealous of his Gaurdians, of their children. He, himself, wants to be a father. One day, his life changes. 1st Gen raises 10th Gen

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