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halfvalid · 1 year ago

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Hiii! If its no trouble could I have a zoro and reader fic with the one bed trope? The others know about their crushes on each other so they force each other to share a room? Anyway they end up cuddling and its all cute (the others will tease them forever about it lol)?? Thankss

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alternate title: opla zoro makes my hated tropes less hated

rating: general audiences/teen & up

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!nami | live action!straw hats ensemble

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

description: unbeknownst to you, your crush on zoro is reciprocated. the rest of the straw hats take it upon themselves to get you together by locking you in his bedroom overnight.

tags: strawhat!reader, only one bed, forced proximity, confessions, no use of 'y/n', nami is a true instigator, cuddling, soft zoro, humor

author's note: thank you so much for the request and i hope it meets your expectations!! fun fact i actually used to hate the 'only one bed' trope, so i decided to challenge myself in writing this. and i think it's one of my fave tropes now lol

(you have an inner spirit that helps you make decisions except it’s just nami.)

“I just think that maybe you should stop avoiding him,” Nami started. You bit your cheek, ignoring her as you tied up the last of the ship’s rigging into a careful knot. Nami had been going on for the past few minutes, and you’d zoned out exactly three seconds in, when the name Zoro had first been spoken. Because of this reason you weren’t really listening, so you blinked up at her in confusion.

“Sorry? Who am I avoiding?”

“You’re impossible,” Nami grumbled. “And you know exactly who I’m talking about.” Which, well, fair. The math added up: you heard the word Zoro, you stopped listening, Nami continued talking until she realized you’d stopped listening. “Especially since you’re, you know—” she gave you another look, eyes rolling over to stare dead into yours— “Avoiding him.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said innocently. Nami sighed, leaning over to tug the rope dangling from your hands out of your grip. You tried to reach back for it, but she didn’t let you. “Hey!”

“Yes, you do. Face it. You’re avoiding Zoro.”

You made a face at her. “I think there are ropes on the foredeck that I can attend to.”

“No, there aren’t,” Nami answered. “Now stop changing the subject. There’s this wild concept called communication. It works wonders.”

“Says you,” you muttered, though your arms crossed defensively across your chest. You noticed the action after a split-second and unwound your arms with a scowl. “Look, I just don’t see the point. And I haven’t been avoiding him.”

You were, in fact, avoiding him. Ever since that dreadful night a week ago when Nami had gotten you tipsy and stuck her hand in your chest cavity fishing for secrets, you’d been avoiding him. The other girl was ridiculously good at prying truths out of you, and during the conversation, you’d accidentally spilled your crush on the Straw Hat crew’s resident swordsman.

You’d managed to keep the secret for the months you’d been together, wherein the unfortunate feelings had developed, and you should’ve figured once somebody knew they wouldn’t leave you alone about it. Because Nami refused to talk about literally anything else. You’d expected this sort of behavior from Luffy, or maybe Sanji, but Nami? The world was more amatonormative than you'd thought.

Nami cast you a look. “You’re blushing.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. What’s the harm in talking to him?” Nami demanded, one hand on her hip as she stared you down. You gaped at her.

“Um, literally everything? One, Zoro can’t talk about feelings or emotions for shit, so when he rejects me it’ll be in the most excruciating, offhand manner that will probably leave me at the bottom of a barrel of rum, two, after being rejected I’m going to have to leave the Straw Hats, three—”

Nami rolled her eyes, looking increasingly fed up with you. “For someone so obsessed with not telling our resident grass-headed swordsman about your feelings for him, you’re talking rather loudly.”

You shut up, snapping your jaw closed with a glare. “Stop it,” you hissed.

“Besides, who knows if he actually will reject you?” Nami turned to work on the next section of rigging, glancing over her shoulder at you. “You’re catastrophizing.”

“I’m being realistic,” you snapped. “Okay, fine. He reciprocates my feelings. Then what? We date, we break up because all relationships eventually end, it becomes awkward, and—voila—I’ll have to leave the Straw Hats anyway. It’s a bad idea all around.”

Nami just let out a huff of breath, the exhale laced with irritation. “Catastrophizing,” she repeated.

“I am not—”

“Sure. Go help Sanji with dinner.”

You gave her an exasperated look, but at this point Nami wasn’t paying attention anymore, so you stormed off into the underbelly of the Going Merry. Speak of the devil, apparently, because once you entered the kitchen you spotted not only Sanji occupying it but also Zoro. He was lounging at the table, swords strapped to his waist and a bottle of something he was nursing in hand.

You averted your gaze from him, head running a million miles a minute. Had he noticed you’d been avoiding him? You’d tried to be furtive about it, but if Nami had noticed, maybe—

“Well, hello there,” Sanji called from where he was in the midst of dinner preparations. “Come to help?”

“Nami sent me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I think she’s appointed herself queen of the Going Merry.”

“Oh, she did that long ago,” Sanji chided. “You’re only noticing it now. Pick up a knife, then. I’d like some help dicing the carrots.”

You stiffly moved over to the counter, ignoring Zoro as you went even as you felt his gaze following your figure. You picked up the first knife you found, positioning yourself in front of the cutting board to start dicing the vegetables already laid out for you. Abruptly, Zoro stood up.

“Heading out,” he muttered. “Call me when dinner’s ready.”

With that, he left the room, leaving you and Sanji to exchange looks. “He’s moody today,” you said.

“Probably ‘cause you’ve been avoiding him.”

You felt the familiar pinprick of a blush starting to warm your cheeks. “You too?”

“You’re rather obvious about it,” Sanji said with a raised eyebrow. “But enough of that.” Weirdly enough, he didn’t seem to question why. There was no way Nami had told him, so you were left confused, but no matter. The point was that for now, you were safe.

The hour dipped to evening, and soon the moon was glowing in the sky, a shining beacon of white amidst the ocean of stars and shimmering sea. You suppressed a yawn, busing the dishes from dinner as the rest of the crew got up from their respective seats to dissolve to their own rooms. Zoro had already retired for the night—if you were avoiding him, he seemed to be doing the exact same—so at least you didn’t have that to worry about.

“Ah, wait,” Nami said, after you’d finished washing the dishes and was ready to head out. “Zoro wants to talk to you.”

You jolted, glancing nervously around you before grabbing her wrist. “What did you do?” you hissed. Nami just laughed.

“Calm down. I didn’t do anything.” Off your glare, she relented. “I promise. And I swear it’s not about feelings or emotions or whatever. Even though it’s obvious you’re avoiding him, you know Zoro wouldn’t say anything.”

You were still suspicious, but you dropped your hand. “What, then?”

Nami shrugged, tilting her chin up just so. “I guess you’re going to have to find out.”

“I don’t trust you,” you muttered. There was that look in her eye, the one she got whenever she was thinking of something truly devious. Still, you couldn’t figure out what she was up to, so— “Fine, I’ll go to his room. Walk me.”

Nami rolled her eyes, but she fell into step with you as you made your way across the ship. “You should bring it up to him, you know,” she started, but silenced after your sharp glare. “Okay, okay. I get the point. I’ll stop bothering you about it.”

You stopped by the mouth of Zoro’s door. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, really,” Nami said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. She leaned against the wall beside the door, arms crossing over her chest. “I’ll leave you alone about Mr. Prince Charming over there. Knock.”

“You can't call him Mr. Prince Charming,” you said, though you did knock. “Prince’ is already a title.”

Nami gave you a look. “Okay, smart-ass.”

The door creaked open before you could give your response, and you turned, heart pounding in your throat as Zoro stared down at you. His arm was propped up by the open doorway, the other hand still clutching the doorknob. “What.”

“Um, Nami said that you wanted to talk—” you swiveled your head towards the other girl, but before you could finish your sentence, Nami was raising up your arm and unceremoniously shoving you into the room.

You shrieked in surprise as you fell into Zoro’s figure, stumbling into him and causing him to lose his balance. Your head shot up in offense, only to see the gleam of a golden padlock in Nami’s hand before she was yanking the door closed.

A dull click echoed through the room. The only thing you could hear for a few seconds was your own heavy breathing and the sound of Zoro gathering himself.

“Did she just—” You gaped at the closed door. “Lock us in?”

Zoro swiftly pushed past you, jiggling the doorknob for a few moments before giving up. Sure enough, Nami had sealed it with the padlock from the outside, so there was no possibility of either of you getting out of the room. You could vaguely hear sounds from the outside—dull thuds and scrapes—and watched as Zoro started banging on the door.

“Nami,” he called, voice dangerously low. “Let us out.”

“Sorry, Zoro!” Your jaw practically unhinged from your skull once you heard your captain’s familiar voice, all bright and cheerful like always. “We’re putting barrels in front of the door, so don’t even try breaking it down. Have a good night!”

“Luffy? What are you—” Zoro’s knocking quickened in pace, his voice getting increasingly louder. There was no response from outside, though you could hear snickers that sounded suspiciously like Usopp. What was going on?

You kicked into action, joining Zoro by the door and trying the door handle again. “Nami!” you yelled.

Nami’s soft laugh came from outside. “Sorry!” she called. “We’ll let you out in the morning.”

You gaped at the door, only aware of Zoro’s gaze sliding down to you as you dropped your hand from the doorknob. There were some more tigers from outside, and then receding footsteps. Zoro tried knocking one last time, but it was evident that the rest of the crew had all but abandoned you.

“Okay,” Zoro muttered, moving away from the door. “I need a drink.”

You watched him move across the room, picking up a glass from his bedside table that was only slightly full. He knocked it back in one swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. “Um, what now?” you asked uncomfortably.

“Nothing. Whatever,” Zoro said, turning to glance over at you. After a moment’s thought, you noticed that he refused to look you in his eye—his gaze was firmly trained at a spot beside your head. He turned away, stripping off his sword scabbard and setting them on the floor.

You glanced around nervously. Zoro’s room wasn’t that different from yours, really—less decorated, but the constitution was the same. There was the bed, a wardrobe, a desk with various paraphernalia across it, and a little couch in the corner too. “You can look through the closet for something to sleep in. I’ll take the chair.”

The words didn’t register at first, and you were left standing there, staring as Zoro kicked off his shoes and assumedly started getting ready to sleep. “Um, what?”

Zoro glanced over his shoulder. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye. “They’re not letting us out until morning,” he said slowly. “You can take the bed. Might as well sleep.”

“It’s your room,” you started, crossing your arms. “I can sleep in the chair. I’m smaller than you, anyway, so I’ll fit it better.”

Zoro regarded you with such a reproachful look you almost wanted to laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Change.” With that, he turned around, leaving no room for discussion. You stared at him for a second before giving up, moving to his wardrobe and opening it up to search for something to sleep in.

“So, uh, any ideas on why they stuck us in here?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. Whatever Nami thought locking you in a room with Zoro would achieve, you were stubbornly not going to let her be right. God, you were so going to kill her once you got out of there.

“Nope,” Zoro said, with such a degree of finality you figured it wouldn’t be safe to question him further. “They’re just stupid.”

“I mean, I feel like they would have a motive?” You rifled through his clothes, trying very hard to detach them from their owner. Wearing Zoro’s clothes was not something you wanted your mind to linger upon. Eventually you found a shirt of his that would undoubtedly be oversized on you, and you hastily changed into it, satisfied to find it draped well to your knees so you weren’t exposing too much skin.

You stole a glance over your shoulder at Zoro, only to catch him in the action of peeling his shirt off. The stretch of the muscles in his back gleamed in the dim light of the room, and you tore your gaze away, heat rushing to your face. “Um. Anything?”

“Nope,” Zoro repeated. Carefully, you closed the wardrobe door, lingering in one spot with your hands clenched together. Once you heard him start moving again, you deemed it safe enough to turn towards the rest of the room. He’d changed into a loose tan shirt, and had settled back into the chair.

“I said I’d take the chair,” you told him hotly.

“Yeah, and I said no,” Zoro said, tone dismissive. He had his eyes closed, and you stared at him in disbelief.

“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” you said, and then, just to emphasize your point, plopped down on the floor. Zoro cracked an eye open and stared down at you. He sighed.

“Get up. Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not being stupid,” you said. “It’s your room. It’s your bed. You will sleep on it. If you’re not giving me the chair, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Zoro let out a long sigh, closing both his eyes as if he was contemplating all his life decisions. “I’m not sleeping in the bed, you know,” he said.

“Okay, so neither of us do.”

Zoro’s brows creased, and he opened his eyes to glare down at you. “Seriously? At least take the chair, then. I’ll sleep on the flo—”

You gave him a sharp look. “Zoro.”

“This conversation isn’t getting anywhere,” Zoro muttered, and finally got up from his chair. You glanced up at him expectantly. “What can I do to convince you to take the bed?”

“Uh, nothing.”

“We can work out a compromise,” Zoro said with a sigh. “I want you on it, and you want me on it, and neither of us are willing to take it ourselves.” He paused, brow creasing as an idea seemed to form in his head—one he didn’t seem to be a giant fan of, but an idea nonetheless. “How about.” His lips pursed, before he parted them again to finish his sentence. “How about we both take it?”

It felt like someone had hit you square in the chest, air kicking out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for breath. Your windpipe was all raw, and you had to fight to tear any words out from your throat. “Ex—excuse me?”

“It’s big enough,” Zoro said stiffly, though his hands were clenched at his sides. “I can take one side and you can take the other. Since you’re so dead-set on me sleeping on it.”

“I—” You cut yourself off, suddenly far too aware of Zoro’s eyes fixed on you. Watching your every move. Oh, Nami was in for it now. How were you supposed to survive sleeping in the same bed as—you didn’t even want to think about it.

“Well?” Zoro prompted.

“Fine,” you agreed hastily, ducking your head lest Zoro catch any of the flush that was undoubtedly rising steadily up your cheeks. It was bad enough you were stuck in his bedroom and wearing his clothes—but this had quickly become your own personal circle of hell. “Good enough for me.”

“Finally.” With that, Zoro climbed into bed, settling himself on the very edge of its side. Your throat had gone dry, and you stared at him for another second before hurriedly turning away to flick the lights off. You approached the other side of the bed with an extreme lack of enthusiasm, staring at the empty sheets like they were cackling up at you. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Eventually you slid into the bed, busying yourself with arranging the blankets around your figure. Zoro’s breaths were steady and deep from beside you. You didn’t know what to do for a second, but then Zoro’s voice was cutting through the darkness. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You jolted, then suppressed your sigh. “Have not.”

“Yes, you have, and everyone knows it, and you’re not very subtle,” Zoro said, sounding almost bored as he rattled off the words. “Why.”

“I haven’t—”

“Don’t.”

You ran your tongue along your teeth, sucking at the valleys between them in annoyance. “It’s not important.”

Zoro paused before speaking, like he was mulling over asking the question. “Did I do something?”

“What? No.” You shook your head, despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to see. The sound did well enough to indicate the action to him, though—he scoffed, a low murmur from his chest that buzzed through your nerves. “I don’t want to talk about this. You’re giving the rest of the crew what they want.”

“They definitely did not lock you in here to talk about why you’re avoiding me,” Zoro muttered. Now it was your turn to scoff, because if only he knew. “Are you sure I didn’t do anything?"

“Positive. It’s all me.”

“Okay, so why?” Zoro prompted. You swallowed hard, trying to dodge around the subject. “Are you sure—”

“Please just stop talking,” you said, one hand reaching out to grip his arm as if the physical contact would make him shut up. There was a stagnant moment of silence, your breath catching as your brain caught up to your body. Your hand was on Zoro’s arm. Your hand was on Zoro’s bicep, and you were in his bed.

You cleared your throat, a panicked choke bursting from your lungs. “Um.” Your eyes skittered sideways, and then you finally turned on your side to stare at him. To stare at where your hand was still clutched around his arm.

You could just barely make out the angle of his jaw in the darkness, but you could see it was clenched, the vein along his neck protruding just slightly. Hastily, you removed your hand, the skin of your fingers tingling like you could still feel him underneath the tips. “Sorry. Why—why are you so certain that you did something for me to avoid you?”

There were a few moments of silence that ticked by, nothing but the rock of the ship interrupting it. Finally, Zoro spoke. “Because the reason they locked you in my room is because—”

“What? The reason they locked me in your room is because of me,” you said. Zoro finally moved from his position, head tilting to face yours so you were eye-to-eye. You swallowed. “Nami, um—Nami specifically forced me in here so I would… talk to you.”

There was a question evident in Zoro’s voice. “About?”

Your lips parted, and then closed again. “Um.”

“We can just sleep, if you want,” Zoro muttered.

“What if they don’t let us out in the morning because we haven’t talked, though?” you hissed. Zoro let out a low laugh.

“You realize you’re giving them exactly what they want.”

“So you’d be more comfortable if we just… fell asleep?” you asked. Zoro shrugged. Since you weren’t exactly averse to the idea of not confessing, you nodded in agreement, heart beating a million miles a second. “Okay. Fine by me.”

You settled back into your pillow, but soon came to realize that, due to the fluttering butterflies in your stomach and the fact you were very aware of the man of your affections being barely a foot to your right, you could not sleep. Evidently Zoro felt the same way, because he kept shifting around under the blankets—your hands brushed against each other a few times before he jolted away like you’d burnt him.

“Sorry,” you muttered. Zoro didn’t say anything in response. Somewhere in the back of your head, you could hear Nami hissing at you—I didn’t shove you in a room with Mr. Prince Charming just for you to not take advantage of the opportunity. You tried to get her out of your brain—it was a bad idea all around—but the words kept reverberating around in your mind until you found yourself suddenly speaking. “Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“Nami stuck me in here so I would tell you that, um—”

“You don’t have to say it,” Zoro murmured, and you shivered, his voice sounding suddenly closer. You squirmed, your hand brushing against Zoro’s again, except this time it took him a delayed moment to drift away. He had gotten closer—or maybe that was you, instinctually leaning towards the dip in the middle of the bed when you’d been lost in thought.

“The reason they locked me in here with you is so I would tell you about my feelings towards you,” you blurted, the words slurring together, consonants and syllables all in one rush. “Because I have them. Feelings, I mean.”

Zoro’s voice was very low when he spoke. “Excuse me?”

You sat straight up, the blankets previously nestled around your chin falling to your waist. “I have feelings for you and that’s why everyone locked me in here.”

“I—” Zoro coughed, and then coughed again, ridding his throat of whatever was preventing him from making full sentences. He slowly sat up, and you stared down at the blankets in your lap as you saw him rise to his full height beside you. And oh, this was it. He was about to reject you in the most excruciating, offhand manner that would probably leave you at the bottom of a barrel of rum. “That’s not possible.”

“Why is that—” you decided to shut up instead of finishing your sentence, allowing him to speak instead. There was a soft burning starting at your skin, all red hot, and your brain buzzed, regret filling up your lungs and making it hard to breathe.

Zoro didn’t say anything, but you heard his hand before you felt it. It slid across the bedsheets before finally resting beside yours, fingertips grazing against your knuckles. “Zoro?” you whispered.

“The reason they locked you in here with me is so I would tell you about my feelings towards you,” Zoro said blankly. You blinked. It took you a moment to realize that he wasn’t just quoting you—that he hadn’t switched the pronouns accordingly. Your heart dropped.

Your voice was very faint when you spoke. “What?”

“I like you,” Zoro said carefully. Languidly, the words dripping off his tongue all saccharine-sweet like molasses, or honey. You shivered, your hand accidentally knocking against his, and he took the opportunity to draw it in closer, fingers pushing up your palm, just a hair’s breadth away from interlacing with yours. “Luffy unfortunately found out. He doesn’t know how to keep a secret and told the rest of the crew.”

You gaped at him. “I like you,” you said, dumbfounded. You could feel yourself trembling, fingers sliding against Zoro’s hand with every shake. “Nami yanked it out of me. Which is why I’ve been avoiding you for the past week.”

“I thought you were avoiding me because you found out I liked you,” Zoro muttered. His fingertips brushed against the pads of your hand, and you swallowed, mouth all dry. “So.”

You tentatively lifted your gaze, finding Zoro’s eyes even amidst the darkness. They were shining, a slight glint from the moon coming in through the window reflecting along the shadows of his face. Carefully, his hand slid fully into yours, fingers lacing together, and it was like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.

Zoro slid back down onto his back, tugging you along with him. You settled back on your pillow, using your other hand to pull the blankets back over your chest. For a full stagnant minute the two of you lay there, hands intertwined in the space between.

You were the one who made the first move, then, thumb running up and down the length of his index finger. Zoro ran with the action, tugging your hand just slightly until you were leaning into the dip of the mattress, gravity pulling you closer to his body.

He lifted your entwined hands, tugging you towards him until your back was pressed right to his chest. Then he settled your arms back down again, the back of his palm resting against your belly.

You swallowed hard, able to hear the sound of your throat in the utter silence. Zoro exhaled, his breath softly brushing against your neck. “Good night,” you whispered.

Zoro pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, a ghost of something that left tingles fluttering down your spine, the drunken butterflies in your stomach swaying at the action. “Good night,” he murmured, and your breath caught.

He was warm, oh so warm, like a campfire with licks of flame that softened your hands in the dead of night. And even though you wanted to speak up, question when he’d started liking you, if he was lying or not—you were content to stay here in his arms and drift off to sleep.

So you did, settling back into his embrace with your head spinning and senses murmuring, all dizzy like you were caught in a dream. Eventually, your tiredness got the better of you, and you felt your senses fading as the world around you darkened to black.

The two of you jolted awake to the knocking and the very unpleasant hum of Nami’s voice. “Rise and shine!” she called through the door, and you blinked, bleary eyes adjusting to the light as you suppressed your yawn.

Zoro jolted up beside you, practically giving you whiplash as his arm was still comfortably around your waist. Your fingers tingled, and you realized that you’d fallen asleep with your hands laced together.

“Nami,” you grumbled, about to rise out of bed before Zoro stopped you. You turned towards him in question, only to stop short as you registered the look in his eyes. His gaze was deep, piercing; those butterflies rose up again in your stomach, apparently awake after they’d passed out from their drunken stupor. You swallowed. “Hi?”

“Hey,” he murmured. “They locked you in my room.”

“I’m going to knock Nami over the head with a rowboat oar,” you said blandly, eyes flickering towards the door, which Nami was still pounding on. You vaguely heard shuffling sounds, like the crew were working to move the barrels they’d stuck in front of the door to free you from your prison. “You can have the rest of them, if you want.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Zoro agreed. “But first…”

“First?” you prompted.

Zoro brought your hands—still intertwined—to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss along your knuckles. “Good morning,” he said, voice low and awkward, like he wasn’t used to letting the words out of his mouth. He let your hands drift to his lap, leaning forward until his forehead brushed against yours.

A faint sigh escaped your lips when he finally kissed you. It wasn’t rough or hard; it was a soft press, like your hands had been just a few hours ago. There was a degree of finality to it; a held-in breath that’d exhaled from your lungs, one you hadn’t realized was building up that much pressure until you finally let it all go.

The door flung open, and you jolted away, but Zoro tilted your head back towards him before you could. At the mouth of the room, Luffy had started screaming. “Aww,” Nami cooed. Behind her, Usopp and Sanji were gripping onto each other like they were watching a particularly engaging fight.

A steady blush rose along your cheeks, but Zoro was absolutely shameless, the hand not held in yours raising up to give them the finger. “Get out of my room.”

“Told you it’d be okay,” Nami sing-songed, and then you really did break away from Zoro, picking up the object nearest to you and barrelling towards her. She shrieked, dodging out of the doorway as Zoro laughed from behind you.

“Wait!” she stopped you from whacking your pillow against her head, raising up her arms in defense. “I was right. I saw you two—”

“Nami,” you started, dangerously low. “You locked me in his room.”

“Yeah, to help you!” she cried defensively, slowly taking backwards steps as you gained on her. “Come on. We can talk about this.”

“Good luck,” Zoro called out from behind you—you turned around, catching his gaze. He had gotten up, leaning against the doorway and watching you with a sparkle of fondness in his eye. “You’ll need it.”

You blew him a kiss, ignoring the long groan it pulled out of Luffy from beside Zoro in the hallway. And then you turned around. Nami had darted off, taking the time you’d been distracted to run off. “Oh no you don’t!” you yelled, and then lunged after her with Zoro laughing all the while.

Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing, you thought. But you were still going to beat Nami’s ass.

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ship: billy loomis x fem!reader x stu macher summary: a tickle fight with billy and stu takes a turn when the boys realize how much they like hearing the reader beg. warnings: dubious consent, degrading names (slut), tickling word count: 1.6k

It’s an unconventional arrangement, dating two boys at once. You certainly hadn’t befriended Billy Loomis and Stu Macher with the intention of falling for either of them, let alone both.

But, shit happens, especially when your two best friends are attractive and fucking inseparable. Dating one of them would end up as a package deal, anyway.

Kids at school couldn’t quite figure you out. One day, you’d be seen getting carried bridal-style by Stu, the next, you’d be holding hands with Billy. Some people thought you were a cheater, some thought you were a beard to hide a gay love affair.

None of you gave a shit what anyone thought.

Your parents weren’t home, and you had invited the boys over for a movie night. Stu had arrived first, because he lived closer, and although Billy got there only a few minutes later, he walked in on an interesting scene.

You had left the front door unlocked, and as he walked inside, he heard shrieking coming from the living room. He panicked for a moment, thinking Stu had broken the ‘Don’t Kill Y/N’ rule, but as he tiptoed into the room, all he found was Stu straddling your thighs, tickling you.

He couldn’t help but grin at the sight. “What’s going on here?” he asked.

You and Stu both jumped at his voice, so caught up in the moment that you had forgotten he was on his way.

“Billy, help!” you cried, still giggling like mad as Stu’s fingers slipped beneath your sweater, scribbling over the skin of your stomach.

“Help? Sure, I’ll help,” Billy said, giving Stu a smirk as he approached, kneeling down on the floor beside you.

He easily grabbed your flailing wrists and pulled your arms up, pinning them over your head.

“Can’t smack me anymore, hm?” Stu teased. “Thanks, Billy, I was startin’ to fear for my life there.”

“No problem. We couldn’t let that pretty face get bruised, could we?”

While you agreed that Stu had a pretty face, you wanted nothing more than to punch him in it as his fingers creeped higher, tickling your underarms with a newfound vigor, now that you were helpless to stop him.

Your laugh grew in volume, in intensity. “You fuckers,” you gasped out, kicking your legs wildly. “I’m gonna kill you both, cut it out!”

Billy let out a low chuckle, his breath ghosting over your ear. Stu, meanwhile, giggled along with you, clearly pleased with himself for starting this whole thing.

“You want us to stop?” Billy asked. “Cause it seems like you’re having fun…”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re smiling like crazy,” Stu added. “Why would we stop makin’ you smile, baby?”

"Besides, we're certainly having fun."

You whined as his fingers slowed to a torturous, feather-light touch, just ghosting against your skin. “You guys suck,” you said, breathless.

Billy hummed. “Really? We suck? That’s not very nice, Y/N. Stu, I think we need to teach her some manners.”

“I agree.”

And with that, Stu’s hands began tickling you again, dancing over your entire torso, never lingering in one spot for too long. Billy adjusted his grip on your wrists so that he was only holding them with one hand, using the other to flutter over the side of your neck, making you scrunch up your shoulders uselessly.

This was awful. It was torture. But…There was something exciting about it, too. Being held down like this, helpless and pliant beneath their touches as they exploited your weak spots…Stu’s hands brushed against your chest as he went, and you weren’t wearing a bra, and you felt your nipples grow hard at the quick, barely-there contact.

“You gonna apologize to us?” Billy asked.

You shook your head. You had nothing to apologize for. They did suck, you were just telling the truth.

“Always so fuckin’ stubborn,” he sighed, before using his free hand to tickle your armpit, making you squeal.

“Maybe she’s not giving up because she likes it,” Stu said. “She’s such a slut, I wouldn’t be surprised if this turns her on.”

If the tickling itself wasn’t hot, those words certainly were. You felt your pussy throb when you were called that, felt a thrill up your spine.

Billy chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said. “How about we make a new deal, Y/N? Stu’s gonna pull your pants down, and if you aren't wet right now, we’ll stop. But if you are, well…Maybe we’ll take the rest of your clothes off and keep going.”

The fingers stopped, finally giving you a chance to fully catch your breath. Your skin buzzed with the phantom sensation, your head spun from their teasing words. But most of all, you knew for a fact that you were wet, and your heart pounded in your chest at the realization.

Stu gave you a mischievous grin before getting off your legs and grabbing the waist of your sweatpants, yanking them down to your knees with no preamble, and cupping his fingers over your mound, pressing against your folds through your panties, feeling the obvious dampness that only made his grin grow larger, more devilish.

“You were right,” he said. “Little slut’s getting off on this.”

You opened your mouth and shut it again. What were you supposed to say? Deny the obvious? Attempt to elaborate that it wasn’t really the tickling, it was everything combined? Would that really save your dignity?

Billy laughed. “Fuckin’ knew it.”

You let out a soft whimper as Stu’s fingers rubbed against your pussy, trying to buck your hips to gather more friction.

“So needy,” Stu muttered, almost to himself.

Billy released your wrists and made quick work of pulling your hoodie over your head, the cold air making goosebumps rise on your bare skin. Your nipples hardened even more, and you grew even more aroused as you were stripped.

Stu pulled your pants down the rest of the way, and your underwear, too, leaving you naked on the carpet and blushing like mad.

“Ready for round two, baby?”

You shook your head, squirming wildly as they caged you in between their bodies. “Please, I—”

They didn’t let you finish. If you really wanted them to stop, you knew what to say, and you hadn’t, so they had no reason for showing mercy.

Stu began squeezing up and down your thighs, occasionally scratching behind your knees as well, while Billy dug into your ribs.

The combined sensations made you burst into laughter, slightly hoarse with how loud you’d been the entire time. You thrashed, but they easily dodged your flying limbs and kept tickling.

“So fuckin’ cute,” Billy cooed.

“Fucking adorable,” Stu agreed.

You wailed as Stu ran his fingers over the sole of your foot, toes curling in an attempt to block the feeling, but it did nothing to provide any relief.

“Please,” you managed to say. “I can’t take it anymore, stop it!”

To your surprise, they did. Your begging usually only turned them on more, and you doubted they were truly going to stop.

Stu positioned himself between your thighs, pushing them apart so he could bring his face to your pussy, looking up at you with those sweet blue eyes.

Billy’s hands came to grab your breasts, and you moaned softly as his thumbs brushed over your nipples.

Stu licked at your entrance teasingly before beginning to eat you out, holding your hips and easily finding your clit with his tongue.

Your head lolled back into Billy’s lap, legs spreading even wider to give Stu better access to your aching clit.

All the rough-housing, the name-calling, the teasing had gotten you so worked up, and they were finally going to give you some relief.

Or, so you thought.

Slowly, Billy’s touch became light and ticklish again, blunt fingernails tracing along the curve of your tits, up to your collarbones, down to your sides. You squirmed and laughed softly, trying to ignore it and focus on the pleasure Stu’s tongue was bringing you, but that bastard had also begun to wiggle his fingers against your hips, all while focusing the rest of his attention on your clit, causing a mixture of moans and giggles to spill from your lips.

“So pretty,” Billy murmured. “So sensitive, too. But you take it like the good girl you are, hm? You’ll take whatever we dish out, won’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” you reply, your speech slightly slurred.

“You gonna cum for us like this? Fuckin’ helpless, fuckin’ adorable…”

You whined as Stu’s mouth brought you closer to climax, and Billy’s words were certainly helping. “Yes,” you said again. “Please, make me cum…”

You felt Stu chuckle against you, the heat of his breath making you twitch.

Their fingers were still tickling, in that maddening sort of itch that made you want to crawl out of your skin more than it made you want to laugh. It kept your entire nervous system alert, buzzing like electricity as you drew closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s our girl,” Billy said. “Begging like a good slut. You can cum baby, cum for us.”

His words were all you needed to be pushed off the edge, legs shaking as you came with a cry of pleasure.

Stu popped up from between your thighs, all wild-eyed and adorable, like he was so proud to have given you that orgasm. His lips were shining with your wetness, and Billy leaned over you to kiss it off for him.

As your boyfriends kissed, you flopped back against the carpet, breathless and spent. Your skin still tingled and you felt high off of adrenaline.

“How ‘bout we get you cleaned up, huh?” Stu said, gesturing at the sticky mess on your thighs.

You blushed. “My shower is not big enough for the three of us,” you said.

“But we could run you a bath,” Billy suggested. “And you could watch us have a little fun…You got us so fuckin’ hard.”

You could see both of their cocks straining in their pants, and grinned. “That sounds like a plan.”

An unconventional relationship, an unconventional sex life…You couldn’t care less if it was strange. It was fucking perfect.

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romanshomeonwattpad · 8 months ago

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Black Swan 2 | Colin Bridgerton

pairings - colin bridgerton/reader | brigderton au!

“_ _ “ = Y/N

masterlist | last part

sypnosis — you decide to push away colin, perhaps against your own will.

warnings —angst

word count — 3.3k

Your feet couldn’t carry yourself fast enough. Heels clicked against the pavement as the summer air breeze blew against your cheeks. With squinted eyes, you called out her name again. But you watched as her carriage vanished into the night, leaving you alone with dust vanishing within the air from her departure.

It couldn’t have been possible. Colin was her Colin. The Viscount’s younger brother.

Penelope had dreamt about marrying him ever since your mother and her daughters moved across from them, pretty much at the same time you were shipped off to Spain. Your mother didn’t want to deal with taking care of you, and so she made a deal with one of the emperors in Spain—and arranged for you to live within the walls of the Royal Castle.

You never got the chance to get to know anyone here. Perhaps that’s why you received such peculiar stares.

“_ _. I’ve been looking for you. Welcome home.”

You clenched your teeth. Inhaling deeply, you reluctantly spun around, revealing your mother and two half sisters. Almost stumbling back from their bright fashion choice—all matching in blinding orange dresses—you heard your older sister, Prudence, roll her eyes.

You sent her a tight smile. “Hello, Prudence.” You nodded at Philipa, who only rose her brow at you.

“Philipa.”

“It seems Spain caused you to lose your senses,” your mother scrutinized you with bitter eyes. The tip of her nose scrunched. “You didn’t even announce yourself to your sisters nor I.“

Philipa snorted, twirling her orange curl. “Yeah. At least try to hide the fact you only came for Penelope.”

Your mother chuckled, tilting her head at you with faux confusion. “Speaking of which—where is that girl? We wouldn’t want you to get the impression she’s already grown weary of your presence,” she added in, fanning herself with her veiny hand coated with perfectly painted with her signature color. Yellow.

Your half-sisters laughed and snickered at her words, causing you to think your eyes into daggers at the trio. “It seems other people enjoy and require her company, unlike some I know.”

Their laughing grew to a halt, earning death glares as you threw your hand in the air to call your carriage. Turning your back towards them, you lifted the end of your dress to ensure you didn’t slip on the hem once again.

“Have a goodnight ladies. I’m retiring home early.”

As soon as you heard a gentleman whistle to escort you towards the ready carriage, you walked down the cobblestones pathway of the Queen’s Castle—quickly fleeing from the scene.

“Thank you, Ms. Varley,” you smiled at the older woman as she latched the necklace onto your flesh. A boy who eyed you for some time back in Spain gifted you this, following his confession. In simple words,

You accepted the gift but not the proposal.

Getting married wasn’t really on your agenda. You always assumed love would happen organically. There wasn’t a need to force anything, nor a rush. And when it came to him, there was no spark. Your tummy didn’t do flips whenever his eyes dug into yours. When his fingertips grazed your knuckles, it didn’t burn your heat with desire.

Your fingertips touched the shimmering diamonds—mind racing back to the night before. Colin couldn’t keep his eyes off your collarbone. As if he was fighting the urge to lay his sights on what was beneath it. The thought of his stormy eyes burning into your figure, made you inhale sharply.

Although you sworn to never speak to him again, Penelope didn’t have to know your thoughts. And besides, he consumed them. His touch on the small of your back, in the dark, his lips almost pressing against yours. It drove you crazy, how large his palms were compared to yours. How dominant he was—how he controlled the conversation the entire course of time the two of you spent together.

“It’s truly lovely to meet you, Miss Rockwell. I’ll be in the washing room cleaning.”

You hummed as you both exchanged smiles before she exited your chamber. And as if on cue, Penelope stormed in. You straightened out right away, turning away from the mirror to face her. “Penelope. I was about to come—“

“I’m sorry I assumed things between the two of you. Colin spoke to me and explained everything.” She apologized, offering a gentle smile. Her face looked as if it was glowing with guilt. But it made your chest do a flip at the sound of his name. “He said you both literally ran into each other during the blackout—and he danced with you so you wouldn’t leave.”

“Exactly,” you laughed nervously, happy he didn’t mention the dirty thing he said before you left. “There’s nothing going on between us. I would never do that to you, Pen Pen.”

The two of you hugged, giggling as you took in her scent of jasmine. It was absolutely lovely. “I feel like you’re the only person I truly have.”

“I’ll always be here for you.” Pen guarantees as you both pull away. You pinch her cheeks as she giggles, swatting your hand away. “Now tell me! What did you two talk about?”

You gulped, but played it cool. “You mean did he mention you?”

She blushed, turning as red as her night gown. She hadn’t changed clothes yet. This really must’ve been weighing in on her mind all night.

Guilt began to hit you.

“He did,” you notice her eyes perk up. You spat out lies. “He said there’s a girl he finds gorgeous that he’s close with.”

“I—-What? Really?”

Oh god.

“The Bridgertons are hosting a garden party today. Eloise’s sister Francesa has turned of age—I shall speak to him there.”

Shit.

Your mind went blank, biting on your finger as Penelope loses herself in her desires. “I have to decide what to wear. This could be it, _ _.” She clapped her hands, looking at you with excited eyes and a beaming smile.

“I’m going to tell him how I feel today.”

You made a nervous laugh as she skipped out your chambers, knowing you were now royally fucked.

He plagues your mind. But there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. Now, you had to try to get your sister to marry Colin Bridgerton.

You absolutely adored this green dress from Spain. It had golden trimming sewn at the top, and the sleeves were two puffed out rings. It was off the shoulder, showering off your collarbones, attracting stares from many gentleman.

Here in London, woman tend to show cleavage like there’s no tomorrow. Especially the mamas, it was quite gruesome how shameless they were. But in Spain, Spanish women like to let the men imagine a bit more. Fantasize you can say. And collarbones are sexy, revealing just enough to make you think. Perhaps that’s why Colin eyes showered you with glances directed at your neckline.

Golden necklaces adorned your neckline. “It’s absolutely beautiful,” you whispered in awe to Penelope, the two of you following behind your mother and her two gremlins. The Bridgerton’s garden was located behind their home, where paths filled with light pink flowers guided guests how to enter.

A fountain filled with lily pads poured crystal-like water into its stone basin at the bottom. Birds chirped whilst resting at the top. Butterflies of every color imaginable flapped their patterned wings into the clear skies of summer. Violin’s qued as rows of food appeared. Sandwiches, scones, cookies, tea cakes, bread. Blackened chicken, an entire hog, and salmon in another. And drinks such bourbon, whiskey, vodka.

Penelope began to make herself a plate and offered to make you one as well. You agreed and thanked her before going to get yourself a drink. Pen didn’t like to drink, so you decided against offering her one.

The sound of hard cider caused your mouth to water. Back in Spain, you drank that every week. The spice of the cinnamon lightly burning the back of your throat stung you deliciously. Helping yourself to the dispenser that says Hard Cider, you filled the glass halfway before taking a sip.

You were surprised they had it here.

“Here,” Pen hands you a massive plate. You nearly tip over from the weight. Forcing the liquid down your throat, it made you slightly cough out.

“Jesus, Pen. Did you get one of everything or something?” You cleared your throat afterwards, causing her to giggle.

“I didn’t know what you liked! So I got you everything…”

That made you laugh, shaking your head as you took another sip of your drink. Okay _ _. Keep track of your sips. This is your second. Don’t get wasted at Colin Bridgerton’s home. But then you realized, no one even knew you. It was okay to ease up a little, and relax. This is a vacation after all.

“Where’s your little Bridgerton friend?” You ask Pen, catching her taking a bite out of a cookie. She shrugged her shoulders as she wiped powdered sugar off the corners of her mouth.

“Are you two not speaking?”

“Of course we are. She’s just been a little busy with other things I suppose.” She clearly lied to you, eyes dodging to meet yours. You hummed with a knowing look, but decided to not say anything.

“Ladies.”

An unfamiliar male voice steps in, rich and charming almost. A boy with dark eyes and a handsome smile approaches you two, but to your luck, his sights seemed to be in Penelope. “I love that color, Miss Featherington. It looks absolutely ravishing on you.”

Pen freezes on the spot, no longer taking bites of her food. Her cheeks turned a deep pink.

“Urm, Thank you Mr. Dukeson.”

“Would you like to dance?” He offers, holding out his hand. Pen glanced at you, and when you deliver her a stern nod, she bites back a small smile before accepting his proposition to waltz. She hands you her plate, causing you to giggle, before he escorts her to the floor.

Oh—how beautiful she looked.

“Who is that?”

You nearly jumped at the husky voice behind you. It was him.

Not understanding why he wanted to know, your eyes found his. But they weren’t looking at you. No…they were focused on the pair before you two.

On Pen.

With a look of anguish and dominance.

It made sparks of lingering jealousy ignite within your chest.

He…had feelings for her.

Colin Bridgerton liked her back. It was hard to swallow, but at least you didn’t have to help them get together anymore. It was over. All you had to do was tell Pen to keep making him jealous, and eventually he’ll crumble for her. And it shouldn’t have torn you apart inside, or made your heart swell with an aching emptiness.

“You have feelings for her,” you spoke aloud, causing his eyes to snap to yours. He visibly swallowed.

“I…don’t know…”

“Come on, Bridgerton. Man up. Tell her how you feel, won’t you?”

Your words caused him to raise his brows at you, blinking quickly. Tilting your head back, you took a large swig from your drink, causing him to laugh. “By the way, gorgeous home. Or castle I should say. I mean come on, it would take me thirty minutes to find the bathroom.”

“Thanks. We could trade places, if you’d like.”

“You don’t look flexible enough to dance for the Spanish Queen, Bridgerton.”

You snort, each drink making you feel more and more relaxed. Suddenly—Colin not returning your feelings didn’t bother you. Your sister always came first, no matter what. But you couldn’t help but stare at him, noticing those supple lips of his getting trapped between those pearly white teeth of his.

You thought about sucking on it. Using his mouth for dirty dirty things. You were shameful.

Your thighs pressed together; not noticing Colin’s hungry eyes suddenly trained on you. He noticed the sweat dripping down your forehead, eyes avoiding to meet his. “Miss Rockwell. Are you fee—“

“You should tell Pen how you feel. Excuse me,” you mutter out before pushing past him, going inside the maze. Walls made of large shrubs and bushes, flowers littering the green, and yet you still felt light headed and stressed. The liquor began to make your heart race and tummy twirl with yearning.

Your hand found your waist, letting out laughs. It was unbelievable how much you yearned for his touch on yours. To feel his body against yours. What was wrong with you?

“_ _ ? Are you okay?”

It was the Bridgerton girl. Emily? Eloise. Quickly spinning around, you spotted her pretty blue eyes filled wirh wordy sweeping over your features. “Why are you here? I mean—I get it. I get it. I hate parties as well. Mama makes me attend them.”

She rolls her eyes, and since you weren’t in full control of your senses, you tried your best to be sober. “Are you drunk?”

“Drunk wouldn’t begin to cover it, sister.” Colin steps in beside her, looking as dashing as ever. His black strands fell over his eyes, a black vest matching his black coat. His greyish eyes contracted against his recently tanned skin.

“I am not drunk right now, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“You’re swaying.”

“It’s windy.”

“It’s summer.”

“Same difference.”

“Hey guys,” Pen says softly, announcing herself to the conversation. You smile widely at her.

“Pen, who’s that guy you were dancing with?” Eloise asks, looking genuinely concerned and in-excited. Pen blushes as Colin pitches in as well.

“Did he ask to court you?”

You send a glance to Colin, feeling your chest burn with a mysterious anger. Alcohol flowed in your blood stream. “Pen, do you fancy him?”

She swallowed thickly, shaking her head and shrugging. “I uh, I don’t know.”

She couldn’t meet his gaze. Setting your drink on the grass, you first took one last swig and finished your cup. “I’m going to find some more liquor.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea—“

“Actually, I’d like to dance.”

“Lovely, me too. Shall we?” Colin offered his hand, a smirk trailing onto those lips of his. You bit your lip, but saw the look on Pen’s face—and fought against the urge to accept.

“Sorry. I mean with girls.”

You grabbed Eloise and Pen by their wrists before dragging them to the center of the dance floor.

You didn’t notice his eyes on you once again, watching the three of you hold hands and jump around. You grabbed Pen by her hand and spun her and Eloise around with your other at the same time. The following the tempo of the piano, Eloise suddenly twirled you before the three of you girls continued to dance.

And at the same time, you didn’t notice Colin wasn’t the only one burning his gaze onto you. The Queen had also taken an interest, asking her right hand man about your family and background. In her eyes, you were the perfect diamond of the season. She still hadn’t announced one yet, but that was soon going to change.

Flowers began to pour down from the sky somehow, colorful petals getting caught in your black strands. You fluttered your eyes shut, jumping up and down whilst swaying your body to match the music.

Giggling and smiling with the girls, when your eyes reopened—a pair of fiery dark ones were piercing at you. Colin stood on the sidelines, hands in his pockets, two girls speaking to get his attention that was on you. Petals falling over him in the background made it seem like you were dreaming. Something blossomed in your chest. As soon as your eyes met, his pink lips curved into a slight smirk.

You were doomed.

After the song finished, Colin approached you once again. Pen and Eloise were talking to one another, yet mindful of your guys’ conversation. You breathed deeply as Colin looked at you with an intense gaze. Penelope clears her throat, but Colin didn’t notice.

“Miss Rockwell. May I speak to you for a moment?”

Your eyes flew over to Pen, who laughed brokenheartedly and excused herself. “I’ll just go find Eloise then…”

After your younger sister had walked off, you sent Colin a fierce look. “Miss Rockwell—“

He took a step forward, causing you to knit your brows in confusion. His eyes were trained on the ground.

“I would like—to get to know you better.” His words were suggestive. It made chills run down your spine, and if it were under different circumstances, perhaps you would have accepted. But this wasn’t just any suitor. This was Colin…the man Pen has been yearning for for years now. The way she described him in those letters. How dashing he looked in that coat of his, how his defined jaw clenched as he awaited for your answer.

His eyes trailed up to meet yours. “Miss Rockwell…please say yes.”

And you want to did. It was on the tip of your tongue—But it was impossible. He wasn’t meant for you to marry. You always knew that.

“W—We can’t…”

His face fell, but hope lingered in his eyes. He knew you were about to break. Did he see right through right you? Colin tilted his head, grasping your fingertips. The skin on your hand felt like it was on fire as he traced it gently. “Colin..”

“Why not?” His voice dropped an octave, turning into a harsh whisper. His patience was running thin, dropping his formal tone and replacing it with a more…desperate one. You gulped, staying silent, becoming speechless as his features pulled into a frown. “Be honest with yourself, Miss Rockwell. Don’t be a fool.”

You were angry at this whole situation. Rejecting an offer from a man you find absolutely gorgeous and intriguing. He looked timeless, raising his brows and sending you those puppy dog eyes that made your knees weak. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, rubbing his check. The stubble on his angular jaw would scratch through the fabric of your glove.

And then Penelope popped into your head. That beautiful smile that adorned her perfect little face. You never wanted to be the reason it disappeared.

“I’m only a fool if I were to court you,” the words tasted bitter in your mouth. You refused to look at the broken look on his face. In all honestly, the harshness of your words were fueled by the anger of wanting to kiss those lips of his at this very moment. But you’d never be able to.

Looking away, you released a deep sigh. “I feel nothing for you, Colin Bridgerton. My sister, however, shares a great deal of feelings for you.”

Colin’s voice wavered behind you, “Miss Rockwell—“

“How desperate are you for someone to love you, dammit!” You raised your voice, letting out a mocking laugh afterwards. You felt like throwing up. If he couldn’t let you go simply, he’d have to hate you instead.

When you spun around,

Colin took a step back.

His face had completely went blank.

Your jaw shook, looking him in the eyes. The fire inside them had vanished, now only dimly lit. Your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands. “Marry my sister. Hell, marry anybody as long as you leave me the bloody hell alone. Every time you speak to me—it kills her.” Your teeth clenched, “So please…let this be the last time we speak.”

It looked as if he had swallowed bile. “Understood.”

And with that, he turned around and exited his own garden. As you watched him leave, you realized everyone had you—eyes trained on yourself and the man fleeing from the scene. Warm liquid coated your hands, as you dug your nails into the flesh on your palm.

You grabbed a drink off the table before heading for the carriages.

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sleepyc63 · 29 days ago

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Why Looks to the Moon and Five Pebbles are family, and why Moonstone is considered a comship: An analysis of both vanilla and Downpour versions of Rain World

Hello! I know this isn't what I usually post, but this topic has been gaining some traction recently and I'd like to add my opinion to it.

This is very long so I’m adding a cut here -- Disclaimers and Discussion below!

A few disclaimers:

-> I am not going to be judging the morality of proshipping/comshipping/etc. This is solely meant to clear up misinformation, those conversations should be taken elsewhere.

-> I will be putting this in the #rw moonstone tag. As stated above, this is only meant to clear up misinformation. I do not want to be associated with the ship itself, nor do I want to offend people who like it. I'd like to put my personal biases aside and look at this from an entirely neutral lens.

-> All information is taken and interpreted from the dialogue within Rain World (copy/pasted from the wiki). I’m not going to be referencing outside material. If anything in this post has been debunked by a dev, please let me know (and provide screenshots, please. I won't believe you otherwise, lol). ***Post editing update: I used outside info once as a joke, and even then I provided a link. Is this extra? Maybe. But at least you can't say I don't know what I’m talking about.

-> Due to the fact that there is very little to go off of, I will be pulling from the same bits of dialogue more than once.

-> In character dialogue I will clarify who is speaking based on color: Quoting a Benefactor, LTTM, FP, SRS, NSH. Plain text is misc.

-> Yes, I call the 'Ancients' Benefactors.

Please, be respectful. I don't mean to start discourse, only polite discussion.

With that out of the way, we can move on.

First, I will add my reasoning as to why I believe they are siblings in the vanilla version of the game.

1) They consider the Benefactors as parental, and were (most likely) created by the same Colony of Benefactors.

" 'The Moral Argument: Five Pebbles is our Creation, and we have Parental Obligations towards him. As an Iterator, he is also a Gift of Charity from Us to The World (unable to reach Enlightenment by itself - being composed mostly of Rock, Gas, dull witted Bugs and Microbes - and towards which We thus have Obligations)'...And then there are polite farewells. None of us really miss the times when their cities were populated. Imagine having skin parasites that also ask for advice and have opinions...I'm sorry, that was disrespectful. They were our parents after all. "

- Pale Green Pearl, located in the Exterior

As you can see, it is directly stated -- not hinted at or implied -- that the Iterators see the Benefactors that created and lived on them as parental or familial figures. Why does this matter in relation to Moon and Pebbles?

" It's about the local aquifer - it must be quite old, from when Five Pebbles was in the planning phase...Building Pebbles so close to me was believed to be a risky choice, but the groundwater was finally deemed as sufficient. It was not a good decision, in hindsight. "

- Bright Purple Pearl, located in Shoreline

Here, it is confirmed that Moon and Pebbles were built unusually close together -- as we should all know. This also implies that the Benefactors of Moon's City were the ones who built Pebbles; This can be assumed as the pearl is found on what once was Moon's facility.

We don't know the intention of this choice, however, if both Moon and Pebbles consider their creators as parents, it isn't a stretch to assume they consider each other siblings as well. If anything, they are family.

This is the most damning evidence I have, so everything else is built off of this assumption that they are related in this way.

2) Moon is named "Big Sister Moon" in iterator chatlogs

I’m not going to add every time she is called this, but I will add one as an example:

" 1650.800 - PRIVATE. Five Pebbles, Chasing Wind, Big Sis Moon, No Significant Harassment "

- Sky Islands Pearl 3

It's easy to assume this is Moon's nickname, given to her by her friends (assuming her plushie blurb is a trustworthy source, lol). The nickname likely originates from her being Pebbles' older sister-figure. It's also possible that everyone in her group sees her as an older sister of sorts, however this would still include Pebbles as her brother-figure. I personally interpret the former, but that's just my opinion.

3) Sharing facilities is a metaphor for being from the same family.

***This is inspired from another user, but I couldn't find the original post to credit it. If the original poster would like to be credited via @ or a link, let me know and I will happily do so!

As proved in point 1, as well as many times throughout the game, Moon and Pebbles were built usually close together, most importantly sharing groundwater. As water is essential to the Iterators, sharing it is obviously not done without purpose. They aren't just two random Iterators next to each other -- they were put together for a reason.

Read this excerpt with this theory in mind -- makes sense, right?

" It's about the local aquifer - it must be quite old, from when Five Pebbles was in the planning phase...Water is the most important resource for our basic function. Most of our processing is outsourced to microbe strata which need a flow of clean water or else slag builds up, our processes seize, and eventually we die...Building Pebbles so close to me was believed to be a risky choice, but the groundwater was finally deemed as sufficient. It was not a good decision, in hindsight. "

- Bright Purple Pearl, located in Shoreline

This claim is arguably up to interpretation, but I still decided to include it to explain my reasoning further.

4) They have a huge age gap.

While this doesn't contribute to them being siblings, it does enforce my point of Moonstone being a comship.

" Originally water supply was very important when placing iterators. Later there would be a great equalizer - the fact that we breathe out as much vapor as we inhale water led to there being water available everywhere, and the latest few generations could be placed almost completely freely...Building Pebbles so close to me was believed to be a risky choice, but the groundwater was finally deemed as sufficient. It was not a good decision, in hindsight. "

- Bright Purple Pearl, located in Shoreline

If not self explanatory: Moon was a part of the first generations of Iterators built, and Pebbles' one of the last. If they aren't siblings, they have an age gap that potentially spans multiple generations.

I will also include quotes from Downpour, where it is confirmed.

I am aware this isn't what people are normally talking about when this is brought up, but it's important to add anyway.

Keep in mind that the original developers had a say in Downpours' release. Downpour is a Canon AU, it isn't just a fanmade mod anymore. The influence that Downpour has is undeniable, and it deserves to be included in these conversations.

" BSM: And as your Big Sis, you know how protective I am of you!~ BSM: ... BSM: I'm sorry, Five Pebbles. I'll always be here if you need someone to talk to. "

- Looks to the Moon, Rivulet ending cutscene

" SRS: She was appointed as Pebbles' superior. She has the power to stop him. NSH: I've been very close with Moon, and I can tell you she is incredibly caring. "

- Spearmaster Broadcast, Story (Gray) 6

" SRS: It was an odd situation, to be certain. It's quite rare for one iterator to be made the administrator of another. Just as rare as them being built right next to each other. NSH: His lack of appreciation used to bother me. Moon was a great big sister to him! "

- Spearmaster Broadcast, Story (Gray) 7

" GS: It's Five Pebbles - The one near Looks To The Moon. SI: Isn't she his senior, enough to the point where she calls herself Big Sister Moon? What about asking her? "

- Spearmaster Broadcast, Industrial Complex (Light Blue)

Keep in mind that these are private conversations between the Iterators -- not necessarily speaking formally, or to a lesser being, as we experience as the Slugcat. This is important later.

Now, I am going to be taking apart common arguments I see.

1) "They are only confirmed to be siblings in Downpour."

This, while technically true, can easily be argued against by the evidence I included above. Also, if they're siblings in Downpour, a canon AU, why is it such a stretch to assume it can't be the same in vanilla? They are shown to be explicitly related in Downpour, and while this isn't fully canon, why should a retcon as simple as confirming two characters to be siblings be dismissed as unimportant when discussing something as serious as incest?

2) "If they aren't canon outside of Downpour, then why is it considered incest in the base game?"

If I am wrong, and they weren't intended to be siblings in the original release, then it's at least a retcon. Yes, retcons can be annoying and inconvenient, but that doesn't make them any less relevant.

Besides, because Downpour got so popular, they were introduced as siblings to nearly everyone who's currently in the fandom. This means in fandom spaces, they are near universally considered to be siblings, whether you agree with it or not.

3) "Iterators are robots, and robots can't have biological family."

There are two things wrong with this statement -- It implies that Iterators are robots, and implies that romantic/sexual relationships between adoptive family members is not incest.

I'll start with the first claim: Iterators are never stated in game to be robots. Bio-Mechanical, yes, but people seem to ignore the "bio" part far too frequently. They are grouped with purposed organisms, stated by Moon herself:

" Do you know what a purposed organism is? Actually you are talking to one right now!Although, a small fraction of one. Nowadays I am mostly just my puppet. The bulk of me is in these walls but I am disconnected from those parts, to a degree where I am only vaguely aware of how bad their condition is. "

- Bright Magenta Pearl, located in Shoreline

***If anyone wants to hear more about this i will happily do so. I have a LOT to say on this topic.

Moon blatantly states that she is a purposed organism, directly comparing herself to a pipe cleaner slug. It's not confirmed that Moon & Pebbles are biologically related -- but at the same time, there's nothing saying they aren't. Hell, the sharing groundwater point I mentioned earlier could even tie into this.

And, no, I am not implying that a Benefactor could give birth to an Iterator, but they are still the Iterators' creators, therefore their parents. You don't have to be biologically related to be family, and in Moon & Pebbles case, they seem to consider each other family regardless of biological relation.

4) " 'Big Sister' may refer to Moon being his mentor figure."

I think this is a completely fair conclusion to come to, because they do call each other friends/neighbors more often than family.

" However, it seems this delivery was not intended for me. Everything suggests it was tailored for the specific predicaments of a friend of mine. Her name is Looks to the Moon, and her state is considerably worse than mine. She's a short distance to the east of here - much shorter than customary. A circumstance that has led to some difficulties between us. "

- Five Pebbles, Hunter Campaign

***I added the most relevant vanilla dialogue, but there are ~3 other instances (BG & DP) of Moon & Pebbles calling each other neighbors or old friends.

I personally don't think this means anything, simply the Iterators being overly formal (Remember the DP chats I added earlier?), but I see where people are coming from with this claim. Still -- with the information released in downpour, I think it should be assumed that this is either 1) retconned, or 2) just a speaking habit of the Iterators.

If anything, this claim further helps my point of Moonstone being a comship, as it would imply a mentor/student relationship.

Why am making this post?

Shipping is a very popular topic in all fandom spaces, and as a result, so is comshipping. No matter how you feel about it, there is one thing we should all agree on: Providing a warning when creating harmful content is important. Even in online spaces, people have a right to control what content they consume, and they can't have this control if we can't agree on what counts as sensitive content or not, or even worse, not tag at all.

You are not sensitive for not wanting to see harmful content, as well as you are not pure evil for engaging with this content either. As long as you are respectful and aware that this can hurt people, I truly do not have an issue. Just please, tag your posts with #sibling incest or #age gap, as that is what is canon to the game, whether you like it or not.

***As far as I know, nothing has happened as a result of this, at least not on a large scale. It is still important to mention, and especially important if I can help prevent this before someone is hurt.

I am making this because I don't want to see this become a topic of discourse in the Rain World fandom; I want to help stop it before it begins. I acknowledge that the people spreading misinformation are a vocal minority, and I hope it stays that way.

Let me clarify one final time: By making this post, I am not telling you that you should stop shipping Moonstone, nor that you should harass people that do. All that I want to come out of this post is respect and understanding. DO NOT use my words to harass ANYONE. I will not tolerate that.

Thank you for reading :D I appreciate if you listened to my yapping. I’m open to discussion, as long as you’re respectful!

Byeeeeeee :3

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yoitsjay · 6 months ago

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Ner Cabur

Pairings: Tech x male Mando! Reader

Summary: you save tech from an unfortunate end, and spending time with him had become a luxury you didn't want to let go.

Warnings: season 3 spoilers ish, cannon violence, loose episode references, Tech fluffiness

Translations:

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

Ner Cabur- my guardian

Ner kar'ta- my heart

burc’ya- friend

Word count: 2,720

The stars streaked past as you piloted your sleek, battered lambda class T-4A shuttle through the endless expanse of space. The thumping bass of your favorite rock band pulsed through the cockpit, shaking loose a few forgotten crumbs from your last meal.

With a grin, you adjusted the controls, leaning back in your worn pilot’s chair. Your black and blue painted armor gleaned dully in the cockpit lights, reflecting the occasional flicker from the starry display. The rhythmic beats matched your heartbeat as you primed your ship for landing on the nearby planet’s spaceport, for some repairs and supplies

You checked your dwindling credit’s and winced. Just then however, a flicker of static interrupted the music. A message blinked into view from your transceiver. You clicked the answer button, sliding your helmet back on as you did so, leaning back in your seat as Saw Gerrerra popped up.

“Saw.” You greeted, but the man looked like pleasantries were way off the table. “We need you on Eriadu, I'm sending you the coordinates now with your mission details. Then com me and meet me at the rondevu.” He instructed before ending the call. You huffed, quickly taking the joysticks of your ship's center console, maneuvering out of the asteroids and into free space, typing in the coordinates that were sent before jumping into hyperspace.

When you had arrived at Eriadu you followed Gerrerra’s instructions, which were basically fly around and prepare for pickup. You were flying low, hiding your ship in the canyons surrounding the empire’s main base of operations. You had scrambled your ship's signature in order to sneak by the sensors, so they had no idea you were here.

You were flying slowly, hidden by the fog but still able to see where you were flying… and that was when you saw someone falling from the rail carts. Your eyes widened, and you quickly maneuvered your ship towards the falling figure, placing your ship in “float mode” as you ran out of the cockpit and down the ramp.

You had equipped your jet pack so you just flew straight out of the ship, plummeting down towards the falling man. Before he could hit the ground, you managed to catch him in your arms, the added weight making you stumble as you ran across the ground before sliding to a stop.

“Hey man, you good?” You asked once landed, the man still held in your arms as he looked at you, eyes wide in surprise. His helmet was strange, with goggles instead of a shielded visor. Eventually you put him down, and he stared at the ground, and then back at you.

“yes i-” The man paused, nodding again. “Thank you.” He added, and you nodded. “You with Saw Gerrera?” You asked, but he shook his head. “No- i’m here with my brothers… Do you perchance have a vessel?” The man asked, and you nodded. “Yeah. First you're gonna tell me your name, then we can figure out what to do next.” You teased me. The man nodded, removing his helmet.

He was quite cute, his hair forming soft curls against his forehead, a lighter brown that accentuated his amber eyes. He was around your height, if not a few inches shorter. “My name is Tech.” He introduced, and you nodded, slowly removing your helmet as well.

Tech’s eyes widened, but you didn’t notice. You also didn’t happen to notice the slight blush on his cheeks too. “My name is Y/n. Now I'm gonna have to carry you again.” You stated, winking at Tech before placing your helmet back on your head. Tech nodded and did the same, and you picked the man back up in your arms.

He wrapped his arms around your neck as one of your arms supported his back, the other his knees and you lifted off into the air, flying back through the ramp and cargo entrance before setting Tech down again as you landed on your feet. You closed the ramp and ran up to the cockpit, seeing a beeping transmission.

You answered it. taking the controls of your ship again as Tech sat in the seat beside you. “We need pickup Y/n! Where are you?” Saw shouted, and you huffed. “On my way, I had an unexpected pickup.” You answered, soaring out of the canyon and towards the rondevu point. You kept your ship hovering, lowering the ramp as Saw and the others entered.

You flew away, breaking through the atmosphere before setting coordinates to one of the rebel planets and jumping to hyperspace. You released the controls, setting your helmet down on the top of the console as you turned to Tech. “I gotta deal with them, then I can help you.” You explained, gesturing for him to stay put before you walked out of the cockpit and to the center room before your tiny sleeping areas.

“What happened?” You asked as you saw Saw, who looked stressed. “Clones happened, The Bad Batch more specifically.” He huffed, and you raised an eyebrow as he gave you a brief explanation. “Ah okay, well they are right you know.” you stated, and he glared at you.

You raised your hands in surrender, but continued. “They’re only going to re-establish their ranks, if you want to end this empire, you gotta take out bigger ideas. Like infantry units, training centers. Communications centers and command stations.” You listed, crossing your arms over your armored chest. “Anyway, all I'm saying is that killing officers will only halt progress for a little while. Then you’ll have to do it again, and again and you’ll never stop fighting.” You finished, waving at them to rest up as you walked back into the cockpit.

Tech stared up at you as you entered, having removed his helmet again. “I heard what you said… Those were my brothers he was talking about.” Tech stated, and you hummed. “So you're a clone? you don’t look like a clone.” You stated, seeing him smile a little bit before explaining that he and his brothers were an experimental enhanced unit made during the clone wars. Their DNA was twisted, and they came out much different.

Tech had superior smarts, amongst other things, but his brain was information central according to his brothers.

“I see, well that's quite cool.” You started with a grin. “I guess that almost makes you Mandalorian.” You joked, and Tech chuckled for a moment. “Not really, however, I appreciate the sentiment.” he stated.

Soon you dropped from hyperspace, and dropped Saw and his mercenaries off at their destination. You topped up on rations and fuel, and did a bit of repairs with Tech’s help before taking off again.

“So, you have a home Tech?” You asked him, almost feeling… disappointed that he was going to be leaving so soon.

“Yes, Pabu is where i… reside with my brothers.” He answered, and you nodded, putting in the coordinates, only to feel Tech’s hand on yours, stopping you for a moment.

“I know we have only been acquainted for a few hours, but I have enjoyed conversing with you. And I would love to learn more about your culture, discover more than what is in the datapad.” He paused, pursing his lips before he looked at you again. “What I am trying to say is, you saved my life. And I would like to spend more time with you.” He breathed out, almost expecting the hard reality of no, or a disgusted look.

But instead you smiled warmly, nodding. “I would love that Tech, thank you.” You beamed, and finished setting the coordinates before entering hyperspace. “Here, you can use my transceiver to contact your brothers and let them know you're alive. Keep an eye on the controls while I go make us some food.” You stated, pointing to your transceiver before you walked away.

When you had come back you noticed Tech was still talking with his brothers, who were all talking over each other as they argued. When they saw you however, they went quiet. The one who looked and held himself as a leader spoke up.

“You saved our brother, and we are so grateful. If you weren't there we- well, he would have died. So thank you, burc’ya” The man spoke up, using a word in your native tongue which made you smile. “It was no problem, truly. Tech has been an amazing company, and a good friend in this short time.” You expressed, and the man nodded.

“That's good to hear. See you soon. And Tech? never do that again.” The man stated before the transmission ended. You chuckled, handing Tech a bowl of Tiingilar, a hearty Mandalorian dish which Tech devoured.

It was about a standard rotation’s worth of hyperspace travel before you reached the island of Pabu. Since you were across the galaxy after dropping off Gerrera. Tech told you where to land, where you already saw quite a large welcoming party.

You landed, opening the ramp as you and Tech stood up, both your helmets under your arms as you walked up together. However as Tech scanned the area, he realized that one was missing.

“Where is Omega?” He asked, and the leader, whom Tech had told you was Hunter, frowned. “We went back to Ord mantell- and Cid she- she betrayed us to the empire. They took Omega.” Hunter explained.

Tech balled his hands into fists as he stared at the ground, shoulders sagging when he felt the warmth of your hand through his armor.

“Then we find her.” You spoke up, determination lacing your voice. “I have some contacts spying within the empire, I can ask around, acting like a bounty hunter in case it gets traced. Not like it will- but still-” you rambled for a moment, before pausing.

“This Omega, she's obviously a very important foundling, yes?” You asked, and Hunter raised his eyebrow foundling?” He asked, and you huffed, readying to explain.

“Yes, a young being abandoned by its parents, raised by others.” You explained simply. Hunter nodded. “yeah… she’s our sister.” Hunter stated, and you nodded. “There! even more of a reason we should find her yea?” You asked, nodding to yourself. “I'll get on it then, is there somewhere more secure to have my ship in the meantime?” You asked, and Tech rubbed his chin.

“Yes, there is a cave entrance where you can park.” He stated, and Hunter gawked. “What? when did that exist?” Wrecker spoke up with a shout. Tech sighed. “I thought it was obvious.” He started, looking over at you with a smile. “Thank you, for helping us.” He stated, grasping your hand in his own.

You nodded. “Of course Tech, it’s the right thing to do.” You stated, nodding to him once more before you released his hand and entered the ship, taking off to park your ship in a more secluded location.

There you scrambled your signature again before reaching out to your imperial contacts. There really wasn’t much in the way of where Omega could have been taken, or why. But there was talk of something called M-count, and a name. Tantiss.

So for weeks you worked alongside Tech and his brothers, hunting, searching and gaining intel, almost getting killed quite a few times, especially by living vines. Now that was exhilarating.

But almost all intel you and The Bad Batch had gathered had been of no use, there was nothing about Tantiss, barely anything about Hemlock either, the man who took omega in the first place. You could tell the brothers were starting to give up hope, traveling back through hyperspace when the comm’s suddenly went off.

It was Omega, and she had sent coordinates to meet her on one of the moons of Ryloth. It could’ve been a trap, but with you and Tech there, the chances of living were a lot better.

So you went, and watched as Omega embraced Tech and Wrecker, so relieved that Tech was alright. Hunter walked up to you, and you nodded to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort, watching as he walked down before running to meet omega, hugging her tightly.

The reunion was heartfelt, but you could feel tensions rising when a second person stepped out from the imperial ship, a taller man, bald with piercing eyes. Omega argued that he had changed, that he had been betrayed by the empire, But Tech, Hunter and Wrecker were still very much on edge.

You walked down the ramp, ready to aid them if need be.

You stood behind Tech, looming behind him as you turned to look at Crosshair. Your helmet was on, but despite that it looked as if his eyes met yours. You saw the hurt, the guilt and regret in his eyes, and you removed your hand from where it was resting on your blaster.

“We need to leave, before the Empire shows up.” You stated, and walked back to the Marauder with Tech on your heels as his hand once again found yours. Hand holding has become a form of comfort between you and Tech these past weeks. And you found yourself feeling more for him than just friendship.

But now wasn’t the right time, and you both knew that.

But soon, Omega and Crosshair were back on Pabu, and the whole bad batch was reunited it seemed, as Echo was waiting on Pabu for them, for Crosshair’s information more specifically.

While they talked, you felt a tug on your poncho, which you had started wearing more recently after finding it in a Pabu stall.

You looked down, noticing the young girl, Omega, smiling at you. “So are you Tech’s boyfriend?” She asked, and you let out a choked sound, glancing over at Tech who seemed to have the same reaction.

You knelt down, removing your helmet as you stared at her. “No young one… but would I have your blessing if I wanted him to be?” You asked quietly, and she squealed in excitement. “Yes! of course!” Sh exclaimed, and you chuckled, looking over at Tech with a smile before standing up again.

So much more had happened after this, Omega was taken again, and everyone was devastated, including you, since you had grown to care for the young girl during the calm before the storm.

After Omega was taken, you had been relieved to have hidden your ship elsewhere, since the Marauder had been destroyed. You had to move some stuff around, but you had made the addition of four other people work, especially since you and Tech started sharing a room.

Getting Omega back was the only thing on all of your minds, but that didn’t stop the light touches, the hand holding. You didn’t complain when Tech would slip into your quarters after enjoying a meal with his brothers, and he would relax into your embrace before falling asleep.

Echo had joined up in your efforts when you had actually located Tantiss. You had left your ship at one of the clone rebels' bases, and piloted an imperial ship instead, in order to sneak into Tantiss. Omega was smart enough to break herself out, but during that time you and the other batchers, including Tech, had gotten separated.

You were with Echo and a new addition, Emerie, when you hid against a wall as clones and troopers walked by, and your eyes widened when you saw Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech’s unconscious bodies being carried away.

After that you fought like hell until everyone was safe. Even Hunter couldn’t deny that you were a ruthless warrior, even before you snapped you were incredible.

But Tantiss was destroyed at the end, The Bad Batch reunited, and you had decided to settle down on Pabu, your’s and Tech’s growing relationship finally able to blossom. You had taught the younger clones on the island all about Mandalorian traditions, and it felt like you had started your own clan on Pabu. Clan 99 you had joked.

But in reality these men had become your family. And Tech would stand beside you through it all.

“Ner cabur.” Tech whispered into your chest as you laid with him, you smiled, kissing the top of his head.

“Ner kar’ta, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

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Tag list:

Tech tag:

Tbb:

@moomoog017 @only-my-unexistent-fiances

#fanfiction #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb omega #tech x reader #tech x male!reader #mandalorian reader #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars

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zoros-fourth-sword · 11 months ago

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ZORO x FEM READER

This was my own idea I’m a single mom lmao and I never got to experience the whole loving partner thing or whatever but I decided to write a little fic for myself about Zoro because I see him having a pregnancy kink like 100% 😂🙂

{MDNI 18+ only}

This oneshot is a 18+ only so read at your own risk

This oneshot contains: eating out, sleepy sex, oral sex, sweet name calling, soft dom, breeding kink, pregnancy sex, and more

BEWARE MY WRITING SUCKS

SOFT ZORO x PREGO FEM READER

Everything is Consensual in this one shot

“Fuck Zoro” the pregnant woman moaned as she rubbed her legs together. she and the green haired swordsman were laying in their shared bedroom fast asleep but due to Zoro’s good hearing Y/N’s loud talking woke him up. thinking she was waking him up to go get the blond cook to make one of her cravings again

“Fuck Zoro Please” the girl moaned once again

“Alright princess I’ll go get whatever you need” The swordsman chuckled but once he realized his beloved was asleep he stopped in his place

“Zoro please” the sleeping girl panted as she rubbed her ankles together

Once the swordsman realized what his pregnant wife was dreaming about caused lewd thoughts to pass through his mind making his dick harden in his shorts

Coming up with the idea to please his beloved he pulls the covers off her legs showing off her plushy thighs. Zoro gently spreads her legs being careful not to wake her up he pushes her oversized t-shirt above her baby bump causing her to stir in her sleep making him freeze in his spot. once he knew she was asleep he pulled her underwear to the side to devour her sweetness. in one swift motion Zoros tongue was on her heat doing pleasurable motions causing the woman to pull his hair by pure instinct

Something about zoro seeing his wife plump and pregnant with his baby made his dick harder than ever. That's all he could think about was Y/N Layed out on their bed. milk leaking from her round plump tits from his doing. he loved to see her begging, panting, wanting more, he knew her hormones made it worse for her. He liked that she needed him more than ever

“Fuck zoro” I moun as I pull on the man’s hair once i realized I wasn’t dreaming I was shocked that zoro decided to be so touchy tonight we haven’t been able to have sex in the last couple days due to his journeys with Luffy I usually stay on the ship with Brook while the rest of the crew take care of everything else.

so the moment I’m in right now I’m going to savor it, I have been so needy it was like my body was craving something and I figured it out I needed fucking zoro and god he felt so good

“You feel so good zoro” I moan as I place my hand on my baby bump while the other squeezes the bed covers

“Mhm” Zoro growled once he realized I was awake sending vibrations up my core and adding more pleasure to my pleasure

“Please zoro I need you” I pant as I pull his green locks causing him to pull away

“Only because you asked me so nicely and you deserve it,” Zoro said as he rubs his rough hands across my bump pulling up the rest of my shirt

“But first I need a drink” Zoro grumbled as he put my nipple into his mouth squeezing the other causing milk to leak from the both of them

“Zoro you feel so good so so good” I pant loving that he’s making my sore boobs feel good I needed this

“I know baby I know and you taste so fucking good” he growled as he switched to my other tit making sure to give them the same amount of treatment

“Please zoro I need you” I whine as I began to grind against his thigh desperately needing friction

Not saying a word zoro swiftly pulled his shorts and underwear off letting his hard cock free

“Hands and knees babydoll” Zoro grumbled his deep voice sending chills up my spine

“Okay” I weakly say as I position myself on my hands and knees it being quite the struggle due to my bump

“We got to be gentle sweetheart” Zoro mumbled as he leaned over my back running his hand under me to rub my bump

“Mhm” I moan once I feel his hard cock against my wetness

“Ready sweetheart,” Zoro asked as he leaned back to adjust his cock

“Yes” I pant lowering my head between my arms

“Good” Zoro mumbled as he gently inserted his cock causing me to let out a whine

“Fuck baby your so wet did you miss me that much” Zoro huffed as he massaged my ass cheeks continuing to softly rut into me

“Yes I missed you so much” I moan getting more turned on by the squishing sounds between my legs

“You feel so good Zoro” I whine as I hold my bump trying to steady it

“You're being such a good girl Y/N taking my cock so eagerly” Zoro grumble as he grabbed my hips to pump into me faster

“Fuck Zoro” I pant as droll ran from my mouth from the addictive feeling

“Shit sweetheart keep saying my name,” Zoro said as angels himself wanting to feel my cervix

“Zoro” I squeak out trying to catch my breath

“You’re so pretty pregnant with my baby sweetheart,” Zoro said as he moved my hair from my sweaty back so I was less hot

“I love being pregnant with your baby Zoro I would have thousands of more” instantly saying what was on my mind

“Shit Y/N” Zoro growled as he dug his nails into my hips releasing inside me from my words

“Fuck baby don’t say shit like that” Zoro huffed as leaned over my back to plant a kiss against the side of my head

“Are you-“Before I could finish my husband cut me off

“Don’t worry baby I’m going to finish you off. how about you sit your sexy ass on my face”

Hopefully this was good I’m sorry if it wasn’t but comment and like if you enjoyed 😚🥰🙏

#one peice #one piece oneshots #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #op zoro #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #zoro x oc #zoro smut #zoro oneshot #oneshot

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see-arcane · 8 months ago

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I figured I should interrupt everyone's dash for some notes on current real life things.

This is a hefty one, so I'm tucking everything below:

A little good news. As of this writing, I’ve sold 74 copies of The Vampyres, in eBook and paperback! That’s 74 more than I thought I would ever sell! Thank you to everyone who picked up a copy or asked your library to grab some. Especially when I know I haven’t been the most stellar self-marketer. I can’t remember the last time I opened the septic tank formerly known as Twitter, so it’s all been down to this little corner here and a skinny appearance in Goodreads. Which means I owe any attention this short and sinister tale has received to you all and plain old word-of-mouth.

That said, thank you x100000 to you and any new readers yet to take a look. (And doubly so for those of you who go out of their way to leave comments and reviews around for me to reread ad infinitum.)

For those not in the know, all the info on The Vampyres can be found here, and all my author odds and ends can be found on my website here.

On a less heartening note…

As I’d already expected, the market for career writers is…rough. Copywriting—and writing in general—is technically a big open field (full of caveat descriptions about having to work with/teach AI programs to eventually swallow your job)! Tons of open positions! Most of which either pay you in pocket change while you’re working full time or expect you to singlehandedly run the entire marketing of a business for slightly more pocket change. Everything else is bloated with contract and/or freelance work*.

*Read: Gig economy schlock trying to pass for an actual job position with payment being a coin toss. I’ve also seen one too many listings on the job boards that are volunteer positions. Plenty of exposure to rake in though, right? Ha. Ha ha.

I’ve still been applying like clockwork, same as the rest of my fellow creators trying to get by in a field that seems to actively punish trying to be a professional in said field, and still no bites further than an interview. I have years of experience and a degree, but everyone’s chasing the same crumbs, so. Yeah. I’ve got to start padding things out.

Reminder that I do have a (barely peddled) Ko-Fi. It’s there for art commissions and chucking a few spare bucks at. Which is an increasingly big ask these days, I know. You can’t scroll two posts down without hitting someone else’s Ko-Fi, Patreon, GoFundMe, Kickstarter, et cetera. We’re drowning in arting starvists here. And although I have been asked before whether I would consider going full Freelance Storywriter on top of selling art, I’m still a little hesitant on it. I do occasionally send out story submissions and have even gotten published a few times, but I get nauseous thinking about:

1) Putting up a paywall on the scribbles that assail me like a baseball bat wielded by an unmerciful Muse. 2) Putting up a ‘Stories for Sale!’ sign only to wind up disappointing prospective buyers because I didn’t do their blorbos justice even after researching X background for the piece. 3) Getting duped into being a nonconsenting ghostwriter and discovering someone else has published my work under their own name.

So, still a bit iffy on that. I’ll chew on it. But what else is left?

Before you click the button!

Stop!

NOT YET!

Before you click, please know that I am being serious about this as something to potentially make 1) something of good quality and 2) earn more money than it loses. Looking around at the merch-making/selling options, there are fees involved with making an account just about anywhere in the online store game, give or take the price tweaking needed for shipping and manufacturing blah blah blah.

With that in mind, please do not automatically hit ‘yes’ because you want to be nice. I appreciate it, but this isn’t the same thing as the Ko-Fi where there’s no real loss in just leaving it up and drawing something once every few months. This will take new designs, another subscription to pay for, more logistics to untangle for quality and pricing and all the rest of the mess. Only hit ‘yes’ if you, personally, genuinely, would like to purchase some nefarious See Arcane wares beyond a book or a digital drawing.

#heaviest sigh #rolling back into my coffin #the vampyres #my art #my writing #ko-fi #merchandise #(in potentia)#dracula #polls

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camels-pen · 3 months ago

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names

(might? put this on ao3? but i gotta figure if im gonna continue this first ksdhfs)

Paralytic gas. Indiscriminate paralytic gas. Terrific.

And Chopper was one of the first ones hit. Even better.

The entire battlefield was hit with it at once and now the whole crew, some of the villagers nearby, and some of the enemy’s own crew were down for the count.

“Oh, don’t worry,”—the enemy captain, Gorha or whatever, said with a haughty laugh, she and the rest of her crew pulling off their gas masks—“the gas isn’t poisonous, that would take too much effectiveness out of the paralyzing agent. You’ll all be fine in an hour or two.” She grinned, the expression curving her lips wide and showing her teeth. “But, of course, we’ll all be gone by then.”

Luffy tried to yell something, but it was muffled and unintelligible since he was face was stuck in a crater of dirt.

Gorha laughed. “You should be grateful, Strawhat! I’m only taking two of your members.” She snapped her fingers and her crew stood at attention. “Grab Pirate Hunter and Vinsmoke; they'll make fine additions.”

If he could, Sanji would’ve furrowed his brow. He managed a small twitch, he thought, and glanced to his side, where Zoro was laid out on the ground. The moss ball shared his bewildered gaze. This woman wasn't making any sense.

“The only non-fruit user men,” she said as her men marched closer. “Well, the only ones that matter. I'll be taking you as some much needed eye candy on my ship.”

Luffy's muffled voice grew louder. Sanji could pick out some truly heartwarming things that made Gorha wrinkle her nose. “Oh quit blubbering. I'll break them in properly, make sure they can do their work.” She smirked, adding in mock sympathy, “But I'm not a monster; if they break before I finish training them, I'll let them leave my ship.”

An hour or two of torture? Did she really think either of them would suddenly change sides and become her little lapdog from just that? Sanji wanted to sigh. He managed a little puff of air. Zoro rolled his eye.

Gorha laughed again as her men started to pick Sanji and Zoro up. “I know that look in your eye. You weren't paying attention to my fight with your captain, were you?”

No, because he had his own opponents to deal with and watching Luffy beat up a woman, even an enemy, would only make him want to interrupt the fight. He wouldn't—he knew better than that—but the hesitation would distract him.

“I'm an emotion-woman,” she said. “I can make anyone I touch feel any emotion. The highest highs or,”—she grinned—“the lowest lows.”

Ah. Now it was starting to make sense.

He was not looking forward to that, but still. He would endure. Zoro too. If they were dumb enough to put them in the same cell, maybe he and the moss ball could cheer each other up or something.

The lowest lows. It hadn't been that long since he'd been rescued from his—his not family and maybe it wouldn't be that bad, since Zoro would be there or at least closeby, hopefully, and—

Shit, okay, he might be panicking a little bit.

There was a half-grunted call of “Cook” and fuck, okay, Sanji must really not look good for Zoro to try and grab his attention. He met his eye, trying to say back, It's fine, what's a little emotion here and there?

Zoro didn't look like he believed his facade. He also looked like he was dreading the “torture” session himself.

The woman snapped her fingers and two of her crewmates stepped forward. Zoro and Sanji were each picked up, starting to be carried away.

“Well, it was fun doing business with you, Strawhat, but I’ve got matters to attend.” Sanji could hear her following after them. “Maybe we’ll meet again and you’ll get to see how beautiful I’ve made them—”

Suddenly, there was a whistle of air and a rumbling below him. The woman restraining him cried out followed by the one with Zoro. Her grip on Sanji grew slack and before he realized, a familiar dark arm came up, holding him securely.

“Cher,” Sanji said, just as Zoro mumbled, “‘Sopp.”

Usopp said nothing, setting them down gently on the ground while his devilish plants tied up Gorha’s crew. Sanji didnt know how he’d avoided the gas, but he was beyond grateful for it.

Gorha scoffed. “Who do you think you—?”

“Hey, Goliath,”—Sanji caught a glimpse of Usopp’s thunderous expression as he looked up to face her—“who are you talking about?”

Hmm. Maybe Usopp had breathed in some of the gas afterall. Or maybe he had a head wound.

“Huh? Who the hell are you? The fake ‘God’?” she said, sneering. “Step away from Pirate Hunter and Vinsmoke—”

“My partners’ names,”—he said, speaking over her and readying his slingshot in one swift movement—“are Roronoa Zoro and Black Leg Sanji.” Usopp pulled the band tight. “Don't make that mistake again.”

And oh, right.

They had had a whole spat on the topic of names not long ago. Sanji confessing his hatred of Vinsmoke, now that Whole Cake was behind him, and Zoro, after an offhanded comment about King of Hell being a better name, admitting his distaste for his Pirate Hunter moniker. It was like pulling teeth with that idiot moss ball, but he was glad he didn't let up. Now, he was starting to regret it.

The way things were going, it was absolutely going to be Sanji’s fault if Usopp got hurt doing something reckless for the sake of a name. (He refused to think of the possibility of death. He refused.)

Usopp was strong. Usopp was strong. But this was not a small crew by any means, and this captain had power over emotion of all things—one way or another, Usopp would not get out unscathed.

“Is that so,” Gorha drawled. “And what, exactly, are you going to do about it?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Usopp pulled back the band of his Kuro Kabuto, a snarl on his lips as he replied, “You’re about to find out.”

#one piece #usopp #sanji #roronoa zoro #zosanuso #nemo the writing ho #most of this was written back when there was discussion about usopp bein a badass #and destroying anyone who calls his partners the wrong names #fuck i cant remember the exact one but i think one of red's fics originally inspired this??#it was certainly A Fic On Tumblr but i cant remember which one. augh #edit: hmm. reading this back and. wow this is more of a wip than i remember #oops

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duplicityvn · 9 months ago

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Welcome to Duplicity!

Below you’ll find links to tags and the new itch page (once part 1 releases; tags will be added as they’re posted). You’ll also find some general information about the game and what to expect from here on.

As per usual, this is a yandere game with dark themes and twists. It will feature an optional NSFW toggle, and it is not safe for minors. Minors DNI with this blog or the game.

Game development, art, & writing: me, @indycinders

Draft editing and Ideas Chief: @winndycakes

Game Summary:

It’s been several years since you’ve been home, and a lot has changed. After failing to meet the strict deadlines of your former publishing house, your contract was terminated and you were left to fend for yourself. Once a prolific and popular author of romance and adventure stories, you’re now forced to move back home to live in your best friend’s apartment as their roommate. Struggling to figure out the next book in your series, you’re faced with many life-changing events, such as having to go back to work a customer service job you thought you’d left behind.

As you navigate this new chapter in your life, you’ll meet friends, old and new, and perhaps finally experience your own romantic tale… Just don’t trust everyone you meet.

Art/Important Info:

Griffin Profile, Shipping memes

Tris Profile

Tag List:

#duplicityvn - general tag to encompass everything

#duplicitydevlogs - tag for dev-specific posts like progress and updates

#duplicity asks - tag for asks submitted to the blog

#duplicity griffin - Griffin specific tag

#duplicity tris - Tris specific tag

#duplicity taipan - Taipan specific tag

#duplicity dell - Dell specific tag

#duplicity nina - Nina specific tag

#duplicity savoy - Savoy specific tag

#duplicity riley - Riley specific tag

#duplicity melon - Melon specific tag

#duplicity mags - Mags specific tag

#duplicity all - general tag when everyone is involved in one post

#duplicity lore - tag for lore related to characters or settings

#duplicity AU - tag for AU posts and some silliness

#duplicity memes - tag for memes/silliness/etc.

Here’s some potential questions I might get that I’m proactively answering now:

Why was the old blog deleted?

-I had a bad experience in the community and wanted to remove myself from it completely. I also had no idea where the game direction was going. Honestly, it started out with me wanting to make a yandere game with no understanding of what was going to happen really.

Why are you continuing with Duplicity?

-Duplicity originally stemmed from vague ideas about a horror romance I had started writing three years ago. Really, only some of the character names were similar. Once I started to feel like I wanted to come back and resume with development, I knew it needed a complete overhaul. So I went back to that old story and started piecing it together so it would work for a visual novel!

What changed and what can we expect?

-In the original demo, the game’s MC was around 20 years old. This has changed to player preference of anywhere between 25-30. Why? Because I’ve been wanting to see older characters in yandere visual novels, and just in VNs in general. I also don’t feel comfortable writing younger characters anymore. The characters�� ages will change depending on yours as well, which will be explained later. The only characters who have set ages are Mags and Melon.

-Speaking of characters, Sophie is no longer part of the story. I didn’t think about it at the time but I don’t want a minor to be included in this story when she’s not directly related to anyone, like a sister or a niece or something. In her place are several new characters: Nina, Savoy, and Melon.

-The game will be released in 3 parts instead of on a day-to-day basis. Part one will be mostly introductory but lengthy, part two will probably be the longest, and part three will mostly be focused on the endings of each route.

-The game will have more than just Griffin’s route. There are currently 9 endings I’m in the process of planning.

-As of the publishing of this post, everything previously known to the game is no longer canon, except for a few things.

What kind of asks can we send?

-Asks pertaining to the game and its characters and settings are all completely fine. In fact, it’ll probably help me develop the characters even better.

-NSFW asks are allowed! While there might not be NSFW in the base game (still juggling around the idea of a paid NSFW version), I am happy to write little fics if people are wanting them. I love writing, give me prompts!

-Hateful, derogatory, or other such topics that are sent to this blog will not be tolerated nor published. I wish to promote a safe space for everyone, and I won’t pay attention to any negativity.

-Silly and nonsensical asks are also allowed if they aren’t negative in context.

Alright this was long lmao but I hope it encompasses the general idea of what to expect from here on out! I’m not putting myself on a publishing schedule and I will update as frequently or as little as I do. I’m an anxious bean and can only do so much.

#duplicityvn #i hope everyone will like the new version ;3;#visual novels #yandere #male yandere #yandere visual novel #yandere vn #male yandere vn

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boyfhee · 2 years ago

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⌕ TAKE TWO ━━ 24 : an odd solace

PRECIS. while riki constantly assured you that him being an idol under a different label wouldn't be an issue in your relationship, you start getting second thoughts when fans start shipping him with his co-mc at music bank.

w : angst this is the last time . trust . ( 1.6k )

n : written part below the screenshots ! happy reading ppl

you’re beginning to invent things lately. adding and subtracting from your memory, remembering things the way they should be, or rather, in a way you want to remember them. all the times you’ve seen riki and miya together is a blur, all the moments with jungwon are getting clear, all the moments with riki; they’re there, coming and going like random influx and efflux of ions, at random times of the day. processing things that way would be better, or so you thought. after all, they’re your memories, and you should be allowed to view them however you wish, deleting the ones you despise, but only if memories could be deleted.

riki’s question still circles your mind, jogging around day and night— it has been three days since. saying you didn’t have an answer would be the half truth, claiming to have one would be half lie. in the end, you’re once again sitting with your hands full of confusion and what ifs. it’s one of the reasons why you think leaving for japan would be better.

“i’m sorry for that day,” you whisper slowly, staring at your palms, hoping he could hear you. “i shouldn’t have done that,”

“it’s fine,” coming to the airport with jungwon wasn’t what you planned, but it happened anyway. in fact, he came much later, thirty-minutes or so, and now you both are waiting for you to leave. you feel the hesitation lingering around, the feeling of having so many questions but getting to ask none. been there, done that, you wish you could tell him that with a laugh, without feeling ashamed.

“are you mad?” but you’re doing fine, actually. talking with riki, going through confrontations, you think you’re ready for a little more blame and regrets if jungwon directs them to you. maybe, it’s because of the acceptance of the fact that you deserve it, or perhaps you’ve just grown immune to feeling that over the past few weeks.

“i don’t know,” he sighs, lips pressing into a thin line. one may think he’s talking to himself, but the next second, jungwon looked at you with an awkward smile. “well, it is my fault as well because i should’ve stepped back instead of giving in,”

you almost forgot how pretty he looks when he smiles.

“still, i was the one who kissed you first,” for some reason, talking about it doesn’t feel awkward anymore. instead, it’s scary. are you touching a critical topic? maybe, and maybe, jungwon doesn’t want to talk about it but you do, because you have a lot to say. “you’re not a rebound. i used you and the feelings you have for me to make myself feel better without thinking about you even once, it was stupid. i’m not going to ask you for forgiveness,” but he will still forgive you. he’s too good, so much that he ends up apologising even if it’s not his fault. he’s too good for you. “all i want is for you to look after yourself a little. live for yourself, find someone who loves you the way you love them. you deserve better,”

and perhaps, you’re the one who took his smile away, even if it was for a little while.

suddenly, you realise you never responded to his confession, not like it’s necessary. he knows the answer already, knew it the day he confessed.

“is that why you’re leaving? because you think you don’t deserve me?”

“i’m leaving because i need a break from all this. i need time to figure out my own thoughts. moreover, i’m going to be all over the news for at least a few weeks so, it’s better for me to fly back to japan and stay low for a while,” you explain with a nod, hoping that this time, you made the right decision. “but, yes, i don’t think i deserve you. you’re way too good, jungwon”

you’re learning to speak his name with gratitude. jungwon has been there for you for as long as your memory takes you back. sometimes, it doesn’t feel like he has known you only for a little over a year. he feels too familiar, like someone you’ve known for centuries and far beyond. maybe that’s why he always felt so welcoming. you don’t think you’ve ever felt awkwardness with jungwon— apart from when you kissed him, of course. the second you saw jungwon, you found a friend in him, best friend, even, and riki, you and him, were inseparable.

you wonder if things would’ve been the same if none of this ever happened.

“make sure you tell riki’s mother about everything he did,” he snickers in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, a much needed attempt, might you add. you almost ran out of things to say.

“hey, i am no better so i don’t get to complain,”

“that’s right. you are heartless,” it’s a joke, you know, but a look into his eyes, and you see a hint of genuinity. honestly, even if he called you heartless and selfish, you wouldn’t mind. it’s the truth, you’ll have to accept it one day or another. the only point of this trip to japan is to accept your flaws and weaknesses and work on them so that you can return as a better person to the people you adore.

you’ve dealt with loss, walked side by side with your hands in his. you’ve wept on his shoulder, you’ve hugged him in sleep, you’ve been intimate with loss. you’ve been trying to come to terms with loss ever since you started seeing riki drifting away from you, ever since you realised your mistake and started seeing less of jungwon in your life. you don’t think you can ever experience love without loss, because you’re sitting here overflowing with love and no one to give it to. you’re sitting with your hands empty because of what you’ve lost, and you’re sitting so close to one of the few things you’ve lost that you’d kill to get back, but alas, you’ve already lost him.

“do you really have to go?” he finally says the words he has been keeping in for hours. the truth is— jungwon hates you. you’re a coward. you had chances to fix things but you let your insecurities make decisions for you. jungwon thinks he’s going to hate you even more if you leave because he thinks the three of you can solve things out without having to create distances in between. distances never have resulted in anything good, you and riki are a good example. his heart knows what you’re doing is right, but his soul tells him otherwise.

“it’s for the three of us,” and you give the same old response. you’ve said it so many times, it doesn’t feel like an explanation anymore. “we need to take some time for ourselves, away from each other,”

the more you say it, the more it begins to sound like an excuse.

jungwon chuckles in return. “okay, so how do i stay away from riki?”

“uh, maybe you two can utilise this time to make amends,” okay, you do feel bad for being the reason why they aren’t as close as they used to be. riki and jungwon, the inseparable duo, the best friends who were attached to the hip all the time, they’re no longer the way they used to be and somewhere, you know you are to be blamed. not as long, definitely, because riki is equally responsible, perhaps jungwon too. you won’t make assumptions, you’ve never been good at those.

the boarding announcement goes off, you didn’t realise it’s time to bid goodbyes already. a part of you wishes the moment could last longer. you’ve missed jungwon, you’ve missed talking to him, you’ve missed hearing his voice. you’ve missed him so much over a weak, his absence didn’t miss you until now, and now that you’re leaving, you wish you could live this moment a little bit longer.

you smile at him, getting your passport out of your clutch. “okay, it’s time now,”

“it is,” and much to your pleasure, he smiles back.

“see you soon,” another announcement goes off, another reminder that it’s time to let go. “don’t forget me,”

“i wish i could,” just yesterday, it felt like you both were losing track of nights, for you both were busy living in the moment. you remember staying up on nights gushing to him about things you liked and didn’t as you fought off sleep for another hit— another line of conversation. you’d tell him all the embarrassing moments from riki’s childhood, he’d send you pictures of your boyfriend that would add onto that list. but now you both are here, standing in front of each other with minds still living in the past. you’re walking away and it feels like a final goodbye.

“jungwon,” you call his name, it feels like music to his ears. “thank you for falling for me,”

and jungwon is back at his dorm, your words ringing in his ears over and over again. you’re probably listening to your favourite songs, or perhaps, you’ve already fallen asleep. he knows how sleepy you get on planes, riki didn’t miss anything when jungwon told him he wanted to get to know you better the first time you two met. jake and heeseung are playing video games on television but the living room feels oddly quiet. jungwon feels like his ears have gone numb, he’s walking towards riki’s room.

a small conversation is shared in fluttering gazes, jungwon sits next to the younger boy. a few pats on the back— an attempt at consolation, an odd solace. both had their chances with love, both are heartbroken. jungwon is glad to have riki now that you’ve left.

and that makes the two of them.

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official-magnus-institute · 6 months ago

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hey Jon can we have that book recommendation I’m curious

STATEMENT OF DONNA RHETTE, REGARDING 'THIS FUCKING BOOK'- VERBATIM FROM TEXT. STATEMENT TAKEN FROM REVIEW LEFT ON www.lionstreetbooks.com/i-spy-housewarming/K-6482749278.html

(tw: stalking, scopophobia, loss of child, arson)

STATEMENT BEGINS.

@_Donnarhette

★☆☆☆☆

do not purchase this book do not buy anything off this website theyre stealing your information. this website is unreliable and customer service does not respond they do not pick up their phones.

i bought this book for my 5 year old daughter. she kept waking me up in the middle of the night for weeks beforehand. it was normal, kids do that, kids are scared of monsters. but i would always read her i spy. we have every other edition, down to the miniature versions and the seasonal ones. eventually, she learned where everything was, though, and the books got boring, so i looked up 'i spy books' for the 80th time this month. it brought me here, and i purchased the book for shipping.

the very next day it was brought here, and i was astonished at first, but once i saw the condition of how it was packed, i figured why it came so fast. it was a wreck, the corners all beat, a handful of packing peanuts and some thin paper tossed cattywompus inside. the shippers mustve played hacky-sack with it before tossing it up to the house

even so, my girl was excited. she had completely forgotten about the supposed monsters, she just wanted the book. it's a unique edition for sure, instead of looking for small items on a small scale, it just looks like pictures of parks or buildings, along with riddles like 'i spy a tricycle, i spy ten cards, i spy a crack in concrete that's hard'. it was a change of pace for me, even- a challenge. but my daughter was doing phenomenally.

the photographer must be local to my area, because i recognized the photos soon. hell, i think i saw the back of my head in the bank one. but it got strange when it came to a picture of a street.

my street of my home.

now im thinking, 'maybe it's personalized, it's google maps, and they look up the address for the buyer before they send it out?' but that was... impossible. after i ordered the book it came the very next day, there was no way theyd be able to just cram this page in last second. not only that, but there was the riddle.

i spy a sewer grate, a baseball, a torch,

i spy a busted-up box on the porch.

i shut the book on that page and told my daughter to go to bed. there was fuss, but something was wrong. i tuck her in and she complains again about monsters in the window. all through the night, theres monsters in the window, and i snap at her when she wakes me up the 3rd time.

at that point she was crying, and i was.. yelling. i dont feel good about it, god, especially not now, but i was tired and scared. thats no excuse. so was she.

after telling her it would be ok, she slept in my bed with me. i held her tight the whole night through, and i would do my research in the morning, i assured myself.

but i didnt het a chance. by sunrise she was gone. not in her bed, in her pillow fort, not in the kitchen, the den, nowhere. i phone the police, and i end up running down the street screaming her name.

as i get back home, though, i felt compelled to that damn book. god, why did i go back to that damn book??

it was a picture of us through the window.

'i spy ten earrings, 2 rings, and a comb

i spy a mom and daughter at home.'

it was like my tears froze from shock. i steeled myself and flipped to the next page.

'i spy a woman, big tears and brown curls

i spy a book, but i see no girl.'

as i said, the police are investigating this store. burn in hell you freak. ill see you there.

Well. It took some digging, but there's your recommendation. We were able to get I Spy: Housewarming from the crime scene - or, more so, the wreckange. Donna was griefstruck, this adding onto the loss of her husband shortly before this, leading to a burst of arson. The book was recovered just fine, seemingly one of the Leitners that can withstand some flames.

J. Sims, The Archivist

#tma rp #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #statement recieved #the eye #the dark #the desolation

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astra-galaxie · 10 days ago

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If Argo ever became a victim and the team had to solve his death, how would his case roughly play out? What would be the events that happen between chapters, and what would the AI be?

Nolan already has one in the works lol

Personally thinking of him being killed in a alleyway by a thug or someone, or maybe even die at Lawson’s own hands and the team had to figure out whether it really was Lawson, or someone else

If I had a nickel for every time I was asked how I would kill Argo off, I'd have two nickels - which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice!

I'm sorry I took so long to respond to this ask. I was waiting until I posted a specific chapter ("If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go") in my story before answering it. I needed it to reveal a significant change I’m making to Argo’s story, which plays a part in this answer.

Now that I’ve done that and thought out how to write this hypothetical case let’s see one way I could potentially kill Argo! I’m going to lay it out similar to how I plot out my OG cases in my notebook. (Yes, I have a notebook for OG cases, and yes, it's OCD-level organized to the point that it’s colour-coded by season.)

Info for this case before getting into it:

This murder substitutes the final case. Someone once asked me in an OG case I made for S3 (“Murder From The Past”) if I would kill off Argo in the final case instead of Charlie (I hadn’t even introduced Argo yet, and people already wanted to know if I would kill him or not!). So you’ll see that some things from Last Stand For Justice will be reused for this OG case

Argo and Diego have gotten back together (Argo and Jason broke up during Coyote Gorge) and have been romantically involved since the start of Crimson Banks

For the sake of parts of this case, we'll say that the Squad was already aware that Argo and Diego aren't human (Not sure if they’ll find out in my story or not yet)

The transition between this and the case before it is similar to canon, but instead of Charlie returning to the airship, it’s Argo, and Isaac goes with him

Since Maddie just gave birth and her husband isn't missing, instead of her going to the airship, it’s Arthur with Katherine (who escaped with the Squad during “Best Laid Plans”) tagging along since she knows how to avoid the Justice Corps thanks to the Resistance. That’s how they end up as the investigators

Case Outline

Title: Sinking Justice (Alternative to Last Stand For Justice)

Season: 4

Between cases: N/A - final case

District: Capitol Peak

Partners: Arthur Wright & Katherine Woolf

Summary

Victim: Argo Acquafredda

Murder Weapon: Handgun

(Shot in the heart; heart removed post-mortem)

Killer: Diego del Lobo (Justin Lawson)

Suspects

Diego del Lobo (Profile pieces: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Constable Ramirez (Profile pieces: 1, 3, 5)

Isaac Bontemps (Profile pieces: 1, 2, 3, 5)

Jason Nicchi (Profile pieces: 1, 2, 4)

Maddie O’Malley (Profile pieces: 1, 2, 3, 4)

Quasi-Suspects

Dora Umbright

Lady Highmore

Evie Holloway

Killer’s Profile

The killer eats ration biscuits (Argo’s body)

The killer knows The Caesar Cipher (message delivered by Caspian)

The killer uses moisturizer (Caspian)

The killer has torn clothes (bullet)

The killer has brown eyes (Argo’s necklace)

Crime Scenes/Clues

Airship Navigation room

Victim’s body

Talk to Isaac (no clue needed)

Police notebook (Constable Ramirez)

Squad Airship

Baby bag (Maddie)

Caspian’s letterholder

Capitol Peak Harbour

Flying Squad badge (Diego)

Newspaper article (Isaac)

Caspian

Airship Gangway

Argo’s crutches (Constable Ramirez)

Toolbox (Jason)

Harbour Dock

Engagement ring (Diego)

Fiocco Nascita (Maddie)

Gun (Jason)

Airship wheel

Argo’s necklace

Ship’s wheel

Disclaimer: The order of steps varies; this is just a rough outline of what would happen in each chapter

Steps - Chapter 1

Investigate Airship Navigation room:

Victim’s body (autopsy - Dick)

Police notebook (faded name on the cover; decipher name; Constable Ramirez. New suspect: Constable Ramirez)

Talk to Isaac about the murder (admits he and Argo got separated on the way to the airship, and when he arrived, Argo was already dead)

Talk to Ramirez about being on the crime scene (reveals the Justice Corps tasked him to guard the airship after the Squad escaped but had stepped away for a snack break during the time of the murder, and he never saw Argo enter the airship)

****New Crime scene: Squad Airship (Prerequisite: talk to Ramirez)

Investigate Squad Airship:

Bag (Search; baby supplies; note addressed to Maddie. New suspect: Maddie O’Malley)

Caspian’s letter carrier (Unlock; Coded message; analyze - Evie)

Talk to Maddie about the baby bag (discover she asked for Argo to grab the bag of baby items she had to leave behind on the airship when they fled. Maddie is shocked to find out Argo is dead, and Charlie comforts)

Get results: Autpsoy and coded message

Autopsy revealed: killer eats ration biscuits; left crumbs on Argo’s body

Code message revealed: killer knows The Caesar Cipher; coded message was from Argo to his killer asking him to meet him at the airship

****Chapter transition: Charlie interrupts Arthur and Katherine, who were summarizing the case, to announce he’d just received a telegram from a Resistance member informing them that Argo had been spotted at the harbour before his death

Steps - Chapter 2

Investigate Capitol Peak Harbour:

Flying Squad badge (faded engraving; dust; badge number; Arthur IDs it as Diego’s badge number (there are less than ten members; I doubt that many badges have been issued that Arthur doesn't know which belongs to who). New suspect: Diego del Lobo)

Torn newspaper article (Repair; old article about Isaac’s brother’s death. Talk to Isaac again)

Damaged Caspian; substance on wings (Swab wings; unknown transparent substance; analyze - Viola)

Inform Diego of Argo’s death (Reveals he visited the airship after hearing the Squad had been captured; assumes he must have dropped his badge on the way there as he carries it to remind himself there is still hope true justice will be restored. After being told Argo is dead, Diego becomes distraught and is unconsolable hearing his lover is dead)

Talk to Isaac about the newspaper article (Same as canon; it reveals the truth behind his brother’s death and how Argo found the article, causing the old memories to resurface)

Get results: Unknown substance

Reveals the killer uses moisturizer as it was the unknown substance on Caspian’s wing, but it was not the type Argo used, so it had to have been left by the killer. Viola speculates the killer must have attacked Caspian during the murder and brought the bird to the harbour to dispose of him in the water

Investigate airship gangway:

Argo’s crutches with crumbs on them (Collect with vacuum; unknown crumbs; analyze - Viola)

Toolbox (Search; ID band; compare; Jason’s ID code. New Suspect: Jason Nicchi)

Talk to Jason about his toolbox being on the crime scene (Learn that Mayor Lawson tasked him with checking the airship for traps the Squad could have set. Knew nothing about the murder and was shocked Argo was dead)

Get results: Crumbs

Crumbs belonged to trail mix. Katherine recalls that was the snack Constable Ramirez had mentioned eating

Ask Constable Ramirez about why he handled Argo’s crutches (Confesses he went aboard the airship after the murder and found Argo’s body, dropping trail mix on the crutches after seeing the dead detective. Panicked and ran out of the airship, taking the crutches since his trail mix was on them and hiding them outside to avoid becoming a suspect)

****Chapter transition: Same as in canon; Lady Highmore tells everyone to hide because Judge Umbright is coming, so Arthur and Katherine leave the mansion to search the harbour again

Steps - Chapter 3

Investigate Capitol Peak Harbour Docks:

Locked ring box (Decode lock: open; engagement ring with engraving “Mi Corazón Es Tuyo - Tu Lobo”. Talk to Diego again)

Torn fabric (Repair; Fiocco Nascita with George Dupont’s name and birth info. Talk to Maddie again)

Trash can (Search; Gun; analyze - Rose)

Question Diego about the engagement ring for Argo (Reveals he was going to ask Argo to marry them (even if it was just a symbolic marriage) after the fall of the Justice Corps)

Ask Maddie about George’s Fiocco Nascita (Tells them that Argo made the Fiocco Nascita for George and that she regrets asking Argo to find her baby bag, thinking she caused him to spend unnecessary time on the airship, which allowed his killer to get him)

Get results: Handgun

Discover the gun is the murder weapon. Rose also discovers that these guns are used by the Justice Corps and are manufactured by Jason. Talk to Jason again)

Confront Jason about building the murder weapon (Is shocked to find out he made the gun that killed Argo but promises he did nothing more than build the guns on Mayor Lawson’s orders. He doesn't know who the gun was issued to)

Investigate Airship wheel:

Argo’s necklace with substance on shell (Collect; transparent substance; analyze - Viola)

Broken ship’s wheel (Repair; restored ship’s wheel; analyze - Charlie)

Get results: Substance and ship’s wheel

Transparent substance: Killer’s tears: reveals the killer has brown eyes

Ship’s wheel: Fibres caught in the wheel: reveals the killer has torn clothes as the fibres did not match Argo’s clothes

Arrest Killer: Diego del Lobo (Or is he???)

Diego confesses that Argo has asked to meet him at the airship as they had been secretly communicating about how to take down Justin. No one was around when they arrived, so they were going to grab what they needed and then flee to join the rest of the Squad at Lady Highmore’s mansion

But Justin appeared and caught them sharing a kiss in the navigation room. Furious, Justin demands to know why Diego (still wearing his Eddie Lebold disguise) was kissing a wanted man

Diego’s real identity is discovered, and Justin draws his gun, planning to take Diego and Argo in himself. The couple pleads for Justin to put the gun away and promise to go with him willingly, but Justin keeps ranting about “perfecting justice” and “ridding the world of corruption” while brandishing the gun

During the argument, Justin shoots at Diego, but Argo steps in front of his boyfriend and takes the bullet meant for Diego. The two stumble backwards into the airship’s wheel, breaking it and collapsing to the floor

Diego is distraught as he holds Argo while he’s dying, and Justin, shocked by what he’d done, leaves without trying to take Diego in

Argo dies in Diego’s arms and asks his boyfriend to take his heart (The Heart of The Ocean; long story short, magical rock that serves as Argo’s heart) so it won’t fall into the wrong hands before he passes

Diego does as requested and takes Argo’s heart; somehow, Argo’s body sustains a physical form. Diego assumes it might have something to do with the fact that the stone is cracked because of the bullet, and thus, the magic is on the fritz

Diego hid the heart in a safe location to retrieve it after Justin was taken down. But Arthur and Katherine caught Diego before he could find evidence to prove Justin killed Argo since Diego didn’t think they would just take his word for it

Thankfully, they believed him, and while they still kept Diego locked in a bedroom, the Squad now focuses their efforts on taking down Justin and getting justice for Argo

****Chapter transition: After Diego’s “arrest,” Maddie appears to reveal George has been taken by Judge Umbright like in canon (but happens late in this case), and now they have to save the baby and take down Justin

Steps - Chapter 4/Additional Investigation

****Following the introduction of the AI, we need to talk to Rose about George’s kidnapping and Diego about defeating Justin

****Maddie and Charlie stand in as partners for the George plotline

****Isaac and Arthur partner for the Justin plotline

Rescuing George Dupont plotline:

Talk to Rose and find out about her plan to save George

Investigate the Navigation room

Baby box (Unlock; baby rattle; analyze - Rose)

Get results: Weaponized rattle

Rescue George Dupont from Judge Umbright using the weaponized rattle

Defeating Justin Lawson plotline:

Ask Diego about his and Argo's plan to take down Lawson (Charlie still made the tracking device but was less involved in the “True Justice” plan since Argo takes his place in this case)

Investigate Squad Airship

Broken pieces (Repair; tracking device; analyze - Charlie)

Get results: Tracking Device

Canon results about how we need to wait until Justin stops moving to catch him

Timeskip happens - Charlie reports that Justin has stopped at the Capitol Peak harbour

Investigate Capitol Peak Harbour

Tracking device

The battle between Justin and the Squad happens like in canon, but he confesses to killing Argo. However, he no longer feels guilty since Argo was “against justice” and disobeyed Justin

Justin shoots Isaac, but the bulletproof vest saves him, and while Justin is distracted, Arthur shoots the mayor in the heart, killing him

Since they are at the harbour and Justin is standing close to the edge of the dock, he falls into the water, but by the time Arthur and Isaac reach the dock’s edge, his body is carried away by the waves and is never recovered. It was lost at sea forever, never to have a proper final resting place

(It was the ocean’s revenge for Justin killing her heart. His soul can never truly be at peace)

Everyone regroups following Justin’s death. Diego is released now that Argo’s true killer is gone, and he’s officially cleared of the murder despite taking Argo’s heart (since the Squad knows Argo isn’t human, they understand why Diego did it and therefore, he isn’t charged for any crime)

The plot continues as usual, with Lady Highmore becoming the new mayor, followed by Argo's funeral. His body was cremated, and his ashes were scattered at sea at the cove behind his house

Diego recovered the Heart of The Ocean from where he hid it but didn’t return it to the sea, hoping he could find a way to fix the cracks and bring Argo back

Another time skip happens, and the Squad meets in the airship, where everyone reminisces about Argo. Charlie says he has something that might help with their grief that he brought to work but left in his automobile. Maddie goes with him to collect it

After investigating the gangway, they find the film reel Charlie had brought, and after recovering the label to make sure it's the right one, the Squad gathers in Charlie’s lab to watch the film

The film shows the message Argo recorded in case anything happened to him while trying to take down Justin. He talks about how thankful he is to have met the Squad and the friends he has made since coming to Concordia. He tells his family and friends he loves them, along with other personalized heartfelt messages for his family and teammates. The film concludes with a message for Diego where Argo tells him how much he loves him and wishes they could have spent eternity together and hopes one day they will meet again, either in this life or the next

After the film ends, Arthur tells the team that the Squad will be going on an extended vacation. However, Diego announces that he will not be returning to the Squad and plans to leave Concordia to find a way to restore the Heart of The Ocean. The team tells him he is welcome to return and they will always be there for him if he needs help

Phew! That was a workout! Admittedly, my real OG case outlines aren’t this detailed, but this still gives you an insight into how I plot out my OG cases and keep track of everything!

While this isn’t an entirely new original case, I wanted to try my hand at using the idea of Argo taking Charlie’s place as the final victim. Which version do you think is more tragic? Canon or this one?

Either way, I’ll get the tissues!

Thank you for the ask, st4r-th0ughts! This was a fun challenge, and I loved creating a case in which one of my MCs was the victim! (Now that’s a dark thing to be happy about…)

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