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dreamcatcheratdawn · 5 months ago

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Luffy x mermaid reader please

I'm so happy to see this I've set the story as the Fishman Island arc, for an equally obvious reason. In advance, I hope you enjoy the story ( ꈍᴗꈍ). And, I don't know who made this amazing fanart one, but if you do, please let me know immediately so that I can give due credit.

"Like Ocean"

Luffy x Fem!Reader

Warning: nothing, just fluffy.

You were living another monotonous day on Fish Man Island, trying to find any crumb or spark of adventure to give you a good laugh and a bit of adrenaline. Pappag and Camie tried to cheer you up with the idea of shopping and eating Hachi's takoyakis, but you had done the same thing three days ago.

It wasn't a certainty, it was a pure fact that nothing interesting was happening on this island for you. Until you, exhausted by boredom, went to Camie's house to see if she had any news. And that was a great idea, a really great idea.

As soon as you entered her house after a couple of knocks, you saw that there were three people and a strange being, apparently new to the area. On closer inspection, there was a blond man with elegant hair, who, as soon as he saw you, came running towards you, blood gushing from his nose. Speaking of noses, there was a big-nosed man next to a boy in a straw hat. But none of them interested you. What really caught your attention was the tiny creature that you had no idea what animal it was.

-Is that even an animal? - you asked yourself, your thoughts speaking aloud as you deliberately poked at the creature's antlers.

-I'm a reindeer! - the reindeer exclaimed, backing away from you angrily, covering its antlers with its fluffy paws.

-Y/N, I want you to meet my friends. This is Sanji," Camie approached you, pointing at the blond with the heart eyes.

-Oh, miss, I've never seen beauty as fascinating as yours. When can we get married? - the blond in question asked, kneeling down in front of you and holding out his hand to you.

Camie just laughed, ignoring the whole show, while you followed his finger-pointing.

-That's Chopper over there, isn't he cute? - you went over to the so-called Chopper, pulling his cheeks and feeling his soft fur.

-So cute… - you blushed, pulling Chopper into a hug, to which he responded not very pleasantly.

-That's Ussop, he's got great adventure stories. - the word "adventure" rang an alarm bell in your head, making you turn your head so quickly that anyone watching would be afraid you'd break your neck.

-Ho ho, people keep coming after the great Captain Ussop to hear his fantastic stories. - Ussop struck a superhero pose, as if he were looking towards the horizon.

-Captain Ussop, can you tell me about your adventures? - you asked, hoping to get a positive response from the big nose.

-Oh, but of course, I'll always be available to tell you all sorts of stories about my adventures! - he thickened his voice, nodding outrageously to say the least.

You were delighted, excitement electrifying every part of your body.

-Finally, this is Luffy, the captain of the gang. - Camie concluded, pointing to the boy who was looking at you, grinning from ear to ear.

On closer inspection, you found the brunette attractive, not to mention handsome, right off the bat.

-And I'm going to be king of the pirates! - Luffy concluded, his smile widening, his eyes closed tightly, making him cuter by the second. "So they're pirates," you concluded, thinking. Incredibly, that line moved you, burned you up inside, but you didn't know why or how. It was the first time you'd felt your heart beat so fast in so long. Oh, and that wasn't adrenaline. It wasn't the fear of being caught. It wasn't any of those things. It was something different, quite different from the usual. And from that moment on you silently decreed that you would find out what that strange feeling was, your eyes focused only on Luffy, who never tired of smiling at you.

-Nice to meet you - you smiled, Chopper kicking you in the face begging you to let go while sparks flew from his eyes from staring at Luffy.

-Hihihihi - Luffy just found the situation amusing, always smiling as long as he could.

-What about walking around? There's a lot of cool stuff you need to see! - Camie decreed, already tugging at her colleagues' hands, you going along out of sheer instinct for fun.

You all visited Pappag's clothing store, and you even met other members of Luffy's gang, who were just as kind. As you looked around, Luffy made a point of always catching your eye in any way, with anything. From some stuffed animal that, according to him, looked like you, to how the food was prepared, and even though you knew all this, you lent yourself to learning it all over again, just for Luffy.

-Look, it suits you. - Luffy came up behind you, putting on a straw hat with a purple scarf adorning the hat. - Now we're matching - he said, standing behind you and putting his hands on your shoulders, smiling as you looked at yourselves in the mirror in front of you. - Isn't it?

You agreed slowly, fascinated by Luffy's pure beauty. And it didn't stop there. Everywhere you went, Luffy always kept those warm hands on your shoulders, clinging to you like a tick. Did he… Liked you? Or was it just a figment of your mind?

After a whirlwind of confusion that you unfortunately didn't take part in because you were "investigating" the sudden disappearance of your mermaid friends, you were directed by your pet seahorse to where Camie and the others were.

Your eyes popped out of their sockets at the sight of a giant mermaid, or rather, the princess of the Ryugu Kingdom, Shirahoshi.

She and Luffy were laughing together, like old friends seeing each other after so long. That unsettled you, and strangely your heart squeezed. What could it be? Were you ill? Something you ate or drank for breakfast?

-Oi, Y/N, over here! - Luffy's voice caught your attention, making your heart pound. It made you recall a vague memory of something Pappag told you.

"If your heart races when you interact with someone, it's because you like them."

Of course, you were inexperienced in this field, you'd never even considered dating. But you didn't give up easily. Oh no, you'd figure it out on your own.

Swimming over to Luffy quickly, you sat there, next to him. He was in a bubble to make sure he didn't drown, and quickly slung his arms over your shoulders, resting right there. He introduced you to the princess, to whom she was delighted to meet you, and you felt the same.

Looking around, you saw that you were in the sea forest, and it soon became clear that both Luffy's boat was there, and also the princess wanted to see her dead mother, to make up for the time she hadn't been able to see her.

Meanwhile, Luffy was already snoring on her lap. It was adorable to see him so vulnerable around you. Until his pet seahorse started to catch his eye, heading towards the pile of coral.

-What is it, Koryu? - you asked him, watching him point frantically at the pile of coral.

Koryu gave up and started pulling you towards it, waking Luffy up in the process. Koryu only let go of your arm when you could see a dolphin calf with its tail all bruised to the point where it could no longer swim. Perhaps the dolphin had run into predators and narrowly escaped.

You carefully picked up the dolphin and put it on your lap, and thought of a way to take care of it. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't even see Luffy coming.

-Huh, a dolphin? - he asked, right next to your ear. You turned abruptly, so that your faces were right next to each other. Your lips were millimeters away from meeting, and your breaths danced together. Let's pretend there isn't a bubble separating you. You turned your attention to the dolphin, your heart almost bursting out of your mouth and your face turning into a blushing mess.

-A-ah, yes it's a…dolphin. He's hurt, so he needs to be looked after.

There was a moment of silent tension between you, and you wouldn't dare look at Luffy's face now, you felt like you could die from an attack if you did.

-If you keep avoiding looking at me like that, you'll never know if you really like me. - Luffy said, catching your eye. You widened your eyes, and turned to him, shocked.

-How did you know? - you asked, your stomach churning with that familiar feeling.

-Well, it's easy to tell when you keep saying your thoughts out loud. - he shrugged, smiling.

You closed your mouth, cursing internally. That was your weakest point, speaking your thoughts out loud without even realizing it. You must have done it at some point when the two of you were together and he must have heard it. Lucky you.

-Well, I like you. - Luffy said without blinking, giving you a quick kiss right after he declared himself.

It caught you off guard, and he just smiled, leaving the pile of coral and going back to where the others were. After your brain short-circuited for a few seconds, you smiled, bringing your fingers to your lips, where seconds ago they were being kissed by the first boy you ever liked.

Feeling his lips was the thing that gave you the most adrenaline in your entire life. And yes, it was addictive. And yes, you wanted more.

The truth is, Luffy, from the first moment he met you, he liked you. No, that's incorrect. He fell in love with you from the very first moment. Of course, he didn't know the first thing about love, God, hours ago he just wanted to be king of the pirates. Now he has another goal, and that goal is to love you until the day he die.

(At some point I was even going to describe the color of the tail, but I left it to your imagination)

#one piece #luffy x reader #shirahoshi #island of fish man #shanks x reader #trafalgar law x reader #luffy #monkey d. luffy #mermaid #love #love quotes #strangers to lovers

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little-annie · 2 years ago

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They have to tell them. They have to tell Dustin. They have to tell Robin. They have to tell the kids.

Over the last week, while lying in bed curled into each other, while eating breakfast pressed as close as they could manage, while snuggled up for yet another movie night, they talked about it, discussed how they'd break the news to everyone.

They knew Robin would be easy, accepting, because, well, the whole lesbian platonic soul mate of it all.

They had a hunch Will would feel some sense of relief, belonging, acceptance in himself and they hoped the young Wheeler would experience the same.

They knew it'd be okay, but there was always that itching nerve of anxiety saying, 'What if?' 'What if it's not okay.' 'What if it's really not okay and they'll never see any of their little nuggets again because they're too disgusted to even look them in the eye?'

But they had to tell them. No two ways about it. They had to tell them or someone was going to find out on their own and shit would hit the fan.

But firstly, they have to tell Dustin.

So here they sit in the Harrington house, Steve and Eddie side by side on the couch mere inches apart as Dustin sits on the coffee table in front of them, waiting and impatient.

"So? What was it you two were wanting to tell me?"

The two eldest boys turn to look at each other.

Steve, nerves evident on his face, brow furrowed, cheeks tinting red, bottom lip worried between his teeth, he sighs, shakey, scared and too fucking nervous.

And without even thinking, without even caring that Dustin's literally a foot in front of them, Eddie reaches out. Because he has to, because his boy is scared and it's crushing him to not be holding him right now. His ringed hand moves to Steve's thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before shifting his grip to take Steve's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together.

Steve tenses for a moment, eyes flashing to Dustin before he looks to Eddie and visibly relaxes, shifting closer, thigh now pressed to Eddie's, slouching with relief.

Dustin's eyes are wide, darting between the two men and their clasped hands. They can see the nerves creeping into his expression and suddenly this feels so much harder but before they can manage words, Dustin speaks, "Oh my god, is someone dying? Are one of you dying? Steve, do you have butt cancer? Oh my god. Oh my god, you're dying."

The kid shakes his head, hand moving to remove his hat and tug at his curls, " We can't do this shit without you. We'd be a wreck. You're like the best thing that's happened to us. You're like the Party's weird mom. You're getting treatment right? Is it going okay? Is Eddie driving you? Eddie, are you driving him? Are you taking care of him? Please say you're taking care of him."

The two men look between each, their clasped hands, Dustin and his expression that's nearing tears. They're speechless. They try to speak only to be interrupted. "I'm moving in, I'll help, I'll cook, I'll clean. Well, Eddie can cook and clean and I'll keep you company. Be the comedic relief. We can plan your funeral together. Do you want to be cremated? Or a rotting corpse in the ground for all the rodents to eat? Do you-"

"Dustin," Eddie carefully speaks

"Do you want me to-"

"Dustin," Steve repeats his boyfriend's words

"Shut up I'm talki-"

"We're dating!" Steve and Eddie both say with a shout, lifting their joined hands shaking them in Dustin's face

The kid cocks his head to the side, brow raised in question, "So Steve's not dying?"

"No"

"And you're together?"

"Yes?" Steve says like he's not entirely sure. Which is dumb. Because he is. But he's still nervous of how Dustin is going to handle this type of news. It's not 'Butt Cancer' (Jesus Christ this kid,) nothing even close, but it's still news. Unexpected and scary to reveal.

"Are you asking me?"

"Would it be okay if we were?" Eddie, somehow the calm voice of reason in this situation

Dustin almost seems offended at the moment, a weird look of shock appearing on his face only just now, "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Um, because that's gay?" Steve says, watching Dustin grimace at the remark

"And?"

"You're fine with that?"

"Well, Steve, does Eddie treat you well?"

Steve nods, kinda baffled by the whiplash of this whole conversation

"And Eddie, does Steve treat you well?"

"Yeah,"

"Well then, it's fine." Dustin slaps his hands to his thighs standing up from his position on the coffee table, a teasing smirk on his face, "Congratulations I guess. Just don't get Steve pregnant."

Eddie cackles while Steve sputters "That can't ev-"

Totally ignoring the pair still seated on the couch, Dustin is already making his way to the front door with Steve's keys in hand, "Now, how about the arcade?"

#steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fandom #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steddie headcanon #steddie #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stevexeddie

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anon-imuz · 3 months ago

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Yandere Jotaro X ex girlfriend mother of Jolyne reader

okay okay sorry for making you wait so much anon 😔😔

Pairing: Yandere! Jotaro Kujo x Ex girlfriend! Jolyne's mother! Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, threatening

Type:Angst

Notes: I DONT SUPPORT any warning listed above, this is fiction. English isn't my first language so there might be some spelling mistakes. hope you enjoy :))

On your way back from home, it was rainy and foggy so you drove carefully, safely arriving to your home and running inside.

You weren't feeling particularly well today, maybe because of the bad weather, so you decided to take a nice hot shower, make yourself a warm dish and eat it in bed while watching some TV.

As you scrolled trough some series, you found one that you started but didn't finish. It was about a young girl having a hard childhood because her parents divorced when she was a child and she had little to no friends. It reminded you of your ex, Jotaro, and that's probably the reason you didn't want to finish it.

But since there was nothing else to watch, you decided to just continue it and stop thinking about that jerk. How evil of him, he left you and your baby girl alone, and when she comes over to give you a visit and tells you about her dad, you don't know how to react.

You continued to watch the series and eat your soup in a cozy warm pajamas, while also hearing the sounds of the rain. All of a sudden, all the lights go off. You get scared at first, but then place your soup down and get your slippers on, to go check outside what had happend.

You grab your umbrella and quickly open the door, then the umbrella, as you walk to the back of your house to check electrical panel.

You didn't feel safe and instantly wanted to get inside your house again but just kept going.

When you arrived to the panel, you opened it but you felt someone walking behind you. You thought it was just some stupid hallucination because your fever level was kind of high so you quickly start to work with the panel to check what was going on.

When you felt the last step super close to you, they stopped but you didn't even realize since you were too busy working with the panel. When you had everything set, you were about to turn around but then you saw a tall man standing behind you.

You couldn't see his face so you tilted your umbrella a bit higher only to then feel your heart stop. It was your ex.

You both stare at each other in silence, but he breaks it.

"Y/N." he calls your name, but you were just staring at him with your eyes wide,thinking of a good threat to make him go away.

"W-what the hell are you doing in my property?! Get out or I'll call the authorities right now!..." He interrupts you with a light laugh and a fake smile.

You think of something better.

"... A-and I'm also sick! Yeah! So if you don't want to get high fever, just- go away and leave me alone!" You said, hoping that he'd go away.

"Is there a better excuse you can think of?" He asks, as you watch him in fear while some droplets fall from his hat.

You had to defend yourself from him, so you just tried to hit him with your umbrella, but as soon ad it got close to his face, it snapped in a half.

"You're so cute. I didn't realize what I had lost when I left you... But well, now I'm here to get you back..." He says, pausing himself to put his cold hand on your hot cheek,

"…Jolyne will be so happy when she'll hear us say that her mom and dad got back together. Don't you think?" He asks you, but you don't answer, it felt like you were totally freezed and couldn't move.

"I promise we'll be happy together and I'll take good care of you," He pauses himself again, picking you up, placing your face very close to his.

"Just me and you. You'll regret all the years you've spent alone, here without me. We will together forever... after all, it's for our daughter, right? She deserves the best, so we'll give it to her." He says, with a malicious smile on his face.

#yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo stone ocean #jojo part 6 #jjba part 6 #jjba jotaro #yandere jotaro #angst fic #angst #yandere fic

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latanyalove · 11 months ago

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I'm Right Here With You

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Pairing: Chopper x Motherly Y/N (Slight Zoro x Y/N)

Content: Discrimination against Straw Hats, misunderstandings, light angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending in part 2

A/n: Part 2 Here! I'm so happy and grateful for passing 200 followers! For that, we are celebrating this little one's birthday, who is also mine and Zoro's child. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this! <3

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Happy Birthday to my Little Raccoon Dog!

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Even though you were new to the Straw Hat Pirates, there was one member that you had quickly grown close to.

The adorable doctor of the ship: Tony Tony Chopper.

Due to the fact that you are naturally capable of manipulating water without eating a devil fruit, you have suffered a lot of injuries trying to control the sea as a result.

Which meant a lot of visits to the doctor's office, which was great for the both of you. You healed quicker and Chopper had the chance to test out some medicine on you as well as get special plants from the ocean.

Nami would say that you two were two peas in a pod, which would confused Chopper and ask you to explain what it means to him.

You often attended to Chopper's needs, acting like a mother or older sister figure towards him. You would make sure he was eating properly and scold him if he was being reckless.

Chopper would often confide in you, as he knew that you would be able to provide him with the understanding and care he needed.

The crew had just arrived at a new island: even though the crew had been to many weird islands, this one was in the top ranks.

Apparently the whole island thought that they were in the year 1890, their dressing completely different compared to the crews clothes, all of us receiving stares especially towards Nami, Franky and Brook.

"Why is she wearing hardly any clothes?" "Is she not ashamed?" "She must be a slut,"

Listening for only a second, you quickly drapped your coat over her shoulders, staring back at the civilians. Nami looked self-conscious, which was never the case. Ever.

Luffy didn't even know half of the words that were said but seeing Nami's reaction made him boil in anger. Fortunately Franky caught on and closed Luffy's mouth before he would start yelling at the citizens.

"Let me go!" Luffy tried to say but Franky whispered something which kept him quiet for the meanwhile.

After a while, the mayor finally revealed himself to them, demanding why pirates were coming to 'terrorize' this island.

The calmest of the crew, Nico Robin, stepped forward and tried to explain herself but the mayor wasn't calm enough to be reasonable.

"Liar! Pirates are never to be trusted!" The mayor stated, looking for the residents to make the scene bigger.

"Mr. Mayor," Robin started, her voice unrecognisable as the rest of her words were whispered but it seemed to have made an impression on the leader.

"Oh- Okay, you have until tomorrow night to get out of here," The mayor said, trying to mask his fear with a fake confidence.

Robin turned around with a smile, pleased with her work.

"Let's go back to the ship to figure out a plan," She said and we quickly agreed, a path was given back to the ship in an instant. . . .

Chopper had been walking with his crew members through the town aware of the stares that he was receiving but it didn't affect him as much.

He had grown accustomed to the curious gazes and judgmental whispers that followed him wherever he went. He knew that being different was part of his identity as a reindeer with human-like abilities, and he had learned to embrace it.

"Mother! Please help me!"

Chopper's ears perked up amidst the noise of the town, and he quickly turned his head towards the desperate cry for help. Despite the stares and whispers, his compassionate nature couldn't ignore the plea of a child in need.

With a determined stride, Chopper followed the voice, ready to lend a helping hand.

I'll be back soon guys.

Navigating through the crowd, Chopper's hooves barely made a sound as he closed in on the source of distress. The echoes of the child's sobs grew louder, tugging at his heartstrings and fueling his determination to bring solace and assistance.

"Shut up little child!" "Stop crying!"

Chopper witnessed something terrifying: two drunk men beating up a child. His instincts kicked in, eating a Rumble ball to be in the Horn Point form as he rushed forward, using his strong antlers to fend off the attackers and protect the defenseless child.

With the attackers quickly defeated, Chopper's attention shifted entirely to the frightened child.

He turned into his Brain Point form before kneeling down beside them, he offered a gentle smile and reassurance.

"What's your name?" Chopper asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

The child sniffed and looked up at him, their eyes wide with fear. "M-Mark," they stammered, their voice trembling.

Chopper nodded, his heart swelling with a mix of compassion and determination. "Don't worry, Mark. You're safe now. Are you hurt anywhere?"

Mark shook his head, realizing that Chopper was not a threat. Grateful tears welled up in Mark's eyes as he whispered, "Thank you. I'm just scared, but I'm not hurt."

"Mark! Baby! Where did you go!?"

Chopper's ears perked up at the sound of the female voice, and he turned his head to see a woman frantically searching for Mark.

With a reassuring smile, he gestured towards the child and said, "Don't worry, I found him. He's safe with me."

"Thank you so much! I was so worried," the woman said, tears of relief streaming down her face as she embraced her child tightly.

"Come on, Mark, we have to go meet up with your father," she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him away.

As Chopper watched them walk out of the alleyway, he noticed that there were more women with their sons walking in the same direction at the same time.

It was a peculiar sight, but Chopper understood that he couldn't judge their traditions or the reasons behind their actions.

Maybe it was Mother's day? Or a mother and son bonding day for the island?

Suddenly Mark looked back, his eyes filled with terror instead of gratitude.

It was clear that the woman claiming to be his mother was not who she seemed.

Though before he could do anything about it, he felt something make contact with his head, knocking him out. Darkness consumed Chopper as he lost consciousness, unaware of the danger that awaited him. . . .

It has been 2 hours since Chopper had gone missing and you really started to worry. You couldn't help but imagine all the possible dangers he could be facing out there alone in the dark, and the thought made your heart sink.

Even though Luffy said he would be alright, you couldn't help yourself from envisioning Chopper in dangerous situations. Thoughts of him being chased by predators or getting lost in unfamiliar territory consumed your mind, causing your anxiety to intensify.

"He's going to be alright," a voice said behind you, making you jump.

You turned around to see Zoro standing there, a reassuring smile on his face. "Chopper is resourceful and has survived countless dangers before."

"I know but I can't help but worry," you said, your voice trembling with concern. "I know Chopper is resourceful, but what if this time is different? What if he's in real danger?"

Zoro's smile faded slightly, but he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "He's tough remember, he's part of this crew for a reason,"

You nodded, staring out towards the island from where they were docked, and tried to find solace in Zoro's words. Deep down, you knew he was right. Chopper had always managed to find his way back to the crew, no matter how dire the circumstances.

Your heart still ached with worry, but you held onto the hope that Chopper's resilience would once again lead him safely back to the Sunny.

Without saying anything, you saw Zoro hand you a bottle of sake and you accepted it, taking a large gulp of it. As the warm liquid burned its way down your throat, you felt a sense of temporary relief wash over you.

"I've been meaning to ask, why do you act so motherly towards Chopper?" Zoro asked curiously, breaking the silence.

You paused for a moment, contemplating his question. "I guess it's because I see a bit of myself in him," you replied. "I know what it's like to feel scared and alone, and I just want to protect him like I wish someone had protected me."

Zoro nodded understandingly, his gaze softening. "Well, he's lucky to have you looking out for him," he said sincerely.

"Since we're asking questions, why do you act so fatherly towards Chopper?" you said, turning to face him.

There was hardly any space between the both of us since you were sitting close to him but you didn't care. Zoro, however, seemed taken aback by your question, his cheeks turning red and his eyes widening in surprise.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally replied, "I guess it's because I see him as a younger brother?"

"Is that all?"

"No," he muttered, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. "It's not just that. I care about him, just like I care about you."

His words hung in the air, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the unexpected confession.

"Well, I guess that makes you the overprotective dad and me the overly concerned mom of Tony Tony Chopper," you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Zoro's cheeks turned even redder, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, he's lucky to have us as his parents," Zoro replied, his grin growing wider.

As the tension between you and Zoro reached its peak, the air crackled with anticipation. Time seemed to stand still as his lips brushed against yours, sending an electric shock through your entire body.

The kiss was soft yet passionate, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. Every touch, every caress, spoke volumes of the unspoken desires that had been brewing between you. In that moment, it was as if the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a sea of euphoria and longing.

"Zoro, are you there?" The voice of Luffy was loud, enough for the both of us to back away from each other in embarrassment. The moment shattered, leaving us with flushed faces and a lingering tension that neither of us knew how to address.

"I'll go with him," Zoro said, quick to get up and leave, his sudden departure leaving you with a mix of confusion and disappointment.

You couldn't help but wonder if the intensity of the moment had scared him off or if there were other factors at play.

You couldn't help but wonder if Zoro's sudden departure meant that he didn't have romantic feelings for you. The lingering uncertainty left you questioning whether the kiss had fallen short of his expectations or if there were other reasons behind his retreat.

Was the kiss not good enough for him? It was your first kiss after all.

"Hey guys! Did you know what happened at the base?" A voice below at the dock said, capturing your interest. Curiosity piqued, you leaned over the railings of the ship to catch a glimpse of the commotion down below.

"No, I've been stuck guarding the area."

"Well I heard that the pet of the Straw Hats, Tony Tony Chopper was captured using our simplest trick," The male laughed, "And here I thought that they were strong!"

Your heart sank as you quickly sobered up at the mention of Chopper's capture. The playful moment with Zoro was instantly forgotten as a wave of worry and determination washed over you. You knew you had to find Chopper and bring him back safely, no matter the cost.

Sorry everyone, I couldn't wait any longer.

Without a second thought, you jumped off the ship and quietly followed the sound of their conversation, determined to rescue Chopper and ensure his safety.

You weren't the best at stealth, but you managed to stay hidden and follow them to their base, careful not to alert anyone of your presence.

As you approached the entrance, you couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline and determination, knowing that Chopper's safety depended on your next moves.

"The password?" A voice said behind the door.

"Evolution prevails," The man said confidently and in a matter of seconds, the door opened.

Right. You knew the password, now you just needed to infiltrate the base, without knowing how strong or how many they are.

Maybe you should have waited for Luffy's command.

No, Chopper needs you right now. He could be in the brink of death and you're the only one in the whole crew who knows more than just CPR.

You walked to the door and knocked twice like the previous did, saying "Evolution prevails,"

The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit corridor. As you stepped inside, the sound of faint footsteps echoed in the distance, urging you to tread carefully.

Since you were fairly new to the crew, you didn't have a wanted poster yet so it was easy to talk to people without being noticed.

"Hey old man, do you know where Tony Tony Chopper is being held?" you asked the elderly man who seemed to be drinking alone. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and caution.

After a moment of hesitation, he leaned in closer and whispered, "You're looking for the pet of the Straw Hats? What do you want with them? Are you supposed to be guarding them?"

"Yeah, I'm new here," You muttered, holding back from sending the man flying.

"Really? Well you're in luck, you get to take care of the weakest prisoner. He's already been beaten up in the basement so you can just watch or join in with the beatings!" The old man laughed.

"Who knew that the future King of the Pirates would recruit such a useless-"

He was on the verge of finishing his sentence when his own drink flew out of his cup, forming a helmet around the top of his head and drowning himself in the alcohol.

Instantly, panic erupted in the bar as the old man desperately tried to break free from the makeshift helmet of his own drink, while the other workers looked on in shock and disbelief.

The chaotic scene caused a momentary distraction, allowing you to slip away unnoticed and continue your search for Tony Tony Chopper.

You ran through the corridors, your heart pounding with each step as the image of Chopper's injured form lingered in your mind.

The urgency pushed you forward, determined to find him before it was too late. Every passing second only fueled your anxiety, driving you to search even harder for any sign of your little reindeer.

It was then that you found a staircase going downstairs, leading you deeper into the labyrinthine prison. With each step, the air grew colder and the atmosphere more oppressive, heightening your sense of foreboding.

"Please help!" "This is hell!" "I'll pay you to let me out!"

The desperate pleas and cries for help echoed through the prison, creating an eerie chorus that sent chills down your spine. The darkness of the corridors seemed to consume the flickering lights, adding to the feeling that you had indeed descended into the depths of hell itself.

Chopper, just wait a little.

As you made it to the end of the staircase, adrenaline coursing through your veins, you wasted no time in searching every jail cell with unwavering determination. With each guard that stood in your way, you swiftly overcame them, using your water ability to ensure nothing would stop you from finding and rescuing Chopper.

The prisoners ranged from young to old, humans to animals, but all of them were beaten up and injured. Their bodies bore the marks of brutality and their faces were etched with pain and despair.

It was a grim sight that served as a constant reminder of the cruelty and suffering within the prison walls.

"Y/N?" A voice whispered from a cell you quickly past by.

You recognized that voice straight away, turning back to look inside the cell. It was Tony Tony Chopper, his small frame huddled in a corner, his eyes filled with fear and hope as he saw you.

"Chopper!" you exclaimed, rushing to the cell and reaching through the bars to hold his trembling hand. "I found you. We're getting out of here."

You were shocked when you saw how beaten up Chopper was. His fur was matted with blood, and his limbs trembled with pain as he weakly clung to your hand.

It was clear that he had endured unimaginable suffering, and your heart ached with a mix of anger and determination to rescue him from this hellish prison.

"Y/N?" Chopper asked in a shaky voice.

"Yes Chopper?" You answered, looking through all of the unconscious guards clothes to find a key from the cell.

"Am I really the weakest?" Chopper asked, his voice filled with self-doubt.

You looked into his eyes, filled with determination, and replied, "No, Chopper. You are strong in your own way."

After finding a key, you quickly let him out, unlocking the cell door and embracing Chopper tightly.

Feeling the warmth of his trembling body against yours, you held Chopper tightly, letting him know that he was safe now and that you would protect him with all your strength.

"I thought you guys were going to leave me here," he cried, clinging onto you, his small body shaking with relief.

"Never," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him even tighter. "I will always be there for you, Chopper. As your mother, I would never leave you."

As Chopper clung onto you, his trembling body slowly started to relax. He looked up at you with tear-filled eyes and let out a small, shaky laugh.

"Now come on, let's get back before Dad gets mad," You said, remembering the event of before.

"Dad?"

"You know, the swordsman that always carries you around," You reminded him.

Seeing his face light up made you smile. "Zoro is my dad?!"

You nodded, enjoying to see the grin on his face.

"Hey! A prisoner is escaping!" A guard yelled from a distance.

You quickly snapped back into reality, realizing the danger that lurked outside the cell.

As the guard's shout echoed through the corridor, the sound of heavy boots hitting the ground grew louder, reverberating against the cold stone walls. Each thud seemed to send shockwaves of fear through your body, reminding you of the urgent need to escape and the perilous journey that lay ahead.

"Just don't let go and let me do the rest," you instructed Chopper, tucking him closer to your chest, as you both sprinted down the dimly lit corridor, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Your ability was very useful since the basement was basically flooded.

As you ran through the flooded basement, you summoned your power, manipulating the water to rise and swirl around you. With a flick of your wrist, you sent powerful torrents crashing into the guards, knocking them off their feet and rendering them unconscious.

Water obeyed your every command, becoming a formidable weapon that cleared your path and thwarted anyone who dared to oppose you. . . .

By the time you two had made it out of the base, you were battered and bruised just like Chopper, your bodies bearing the physical scars of the fierce battle you had fought.

You breathed hard, trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of you moments ago by the doorman. The adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you glanced at Chopper and saw a worried look in his eyes.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, looking back to see if anyone was following us.

You reassured him with a faint smile, your voice filled with determination, "I'm fine, Chopper. We made it out together, and I won't let anyone harm us."

As you staggered, each step feeling heavier than the last, you kept your eyes set on the sea shore, where your crew members would be waiting for you in worry.

What would they think of you? Will they be disappointed when they see you because you disobeyed your captain's orders? Will they kick you out of the crew? Will Zoro, Luffy's first mate, hate you?

As you struggled to stay on your feet, the waves crashing against the shore seemed to grow louder. Chopper's worried face blurred in and out of focus, and before you could answer his question, darkness enveloped you, and you succumbed to unconsciousness.

"Y/N! Y/N please get up! If we get to the ship, I can use my medicine to heal you so stay awake until then!" Chopper said, panicked.

"Please, mom," you heard the distress in his voice as Chopper pleaded for you to stay conscious.

The sound of his worry cut through the darkness that surrounded you, urging you to fight against the pull of unconsciousness and make it to the ship where he could treat your injuries. . . .

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rainswept · 1 year ago

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I'M HERE. lyney.

warnings // 1.3k words. major backstory spoilers. in depth/poetically described gore, dead/rotting animal mention, overall content may be disturbing to some readers - proceed with caution. injury, main character death, angst. childhood friends trope !! ambiguous relationship (could be viewed as platonic or romantic, but pining/unsaid feelings are implied).

"now i'm here," lyney chirped, jumping out from behind a wooden crate along the sides of the wet street, before bounding back again and leaving only his voice as an indication he was there at all, "now i'm not!"

lynette looked on, unimpressed, while you clapped. of course, it was only a silly game; but you were more than willing to indulge him.

the air smelled of rain and sodden wood, and you could feel the cool moisture upon your skin. puddles and wooden planks knocked off of crates littered the streets, the post-rain painting the sky a gloomy gray. tall buildings formed of metal sheets outstretched, cradling the city paths the three of you walked. desolate as it was, it felt like home.

the steps of six boots into fresh puddles echoed alongside an otherwise quiet world. the rain had just settled, so off you went, in search of the next crowd of people for lyney and lynette to perform for. there was never any particular place the three of you stuck to; there couldn't be. so, with time, you began to see them as your home instead.

the worry of what was next to settle in your truthless maw dispersed when you were with them. in their company, neither worry nor hunger gnawed at your stomach. the taste of food was simply not as comforting when eating alone. no .. you could be in a sea of people. so, not just being alone; without them.

☽ . * ☾

"i'm here!" lyney called, turning the corner into the small alley in which you three often resided.

you and lynette glanced up, immediately filled with vigor at the sound of his voice. while lynette stayed seated, huddled in a cardboard box beside you, you wriggled your way out of her grasp and jumped up to meet lyney half-way. as he dipped his head and took off his hat with a quick bow, spare coins came tumbling into your outstretched hands. you thanked him, turning to lynette, and he waited until you two counted what you needed before he took his own spoils.

it wasn't long until you were on the move again. the three of you huddled close as you slipped through the crowd of the night market, hands held tight in a chain as to not lose each other. you stepped up to a merchant together, dirty coins scrounged together just enough to be worth something in your outstretched palms.

you ate comfortably that night, huddled next to lyney and lynette in a small alley you had decided to make home temporarily. lynette was on the left, her tail wrapped around you and lyney; he was on the right, one arm tucked between you as he ate his meal with the other. you were right in the middle, head resting on lyney's shoulder. you could hear his heartbeat, dull and faint from how far away, but there nonetheless.

you drifted off to sleep comfortably, warm between their bodies as you sheltered each other from the cold night air.

☽ . * ☾

"i'm here," you whispered, holding lyney tight. your arms wrapped around his shaking frame as he cried, burying his face in the crook of your neck as to not allow you to bear witness to his tears. "it's okay. let it out."

"i'm here," lyney said softly, tracing circles over your knuckles with his thumb as you stared, mortified, the first time you saw a rotting animal — mauled so badly the species was unrecognizable — slumped up against the wall of a building. flies buzzed in your ears, and lyney murmured soft reassurances to muffle the sounds even as the sight filled his own body with dread. "it's okay. walk with me, now. keep your eyes closed. i'll guide you."

"i'm here," you said, words only meant for lyney's ears, stepping in front of him protectively as you steeled yourself for a brawl over food scarcity. you were always the better fighter. "i won't let them hurt you."

"i'm here," lyney called, entering the small space you were currently residing in, throwing you the bigger piece of bread between the two pieces he had retrieved. "this one's for you."

"i'm here," you said, the first time he performed alone, because lynette was sick. "you did great."

"i'm here," lyney said, barely above a whisper as to not wake you, hand resting on the back of your head as you curl into him for warmth in your sleep. "i hope you're comfortable."

"i'm here," you yelled, gasping for breath, as you rushed to lyney's aid — all because he tripped and scraped a knee. "are you okay?"

"i'm here." "i'm here." "i'm here." "i'm here."

you were always there, and he was too.

you hadn't eaten, yet you still felt like you'd throw up pure acid; as if the impact of your heart plummeting into your stomach would actually cause some to splash up.

the sight was as awful as that day. you wanted to see blood flow beneath his skin, in his veins, and watch it turn his face hot when you looked at him. you didn't want to see it outside of him. it was spilling out his body much too quickly, unlike the words you wished you could've said sooner.

deep crimson laid out for the world to see, blood pouring out like heartfelt words; up-tilted smiles, and choked out apologies. the dirty street beneath lyney's limp body was beginning to turn the same color as his open wounds, blood following the imperfect curves of the rubble-littered concrete. the blood glinted in the light like a precious ruby, marred skin splayed open to reveal flesh pure and untainted.

the stream, yet to coagulate, picked up pieces of dirt and tiny dislodged rocks as it followed its path. it reminded you of how lyney found you. you were the debris, and he the blood, outstretched grasp picking you up and carrying you to all the places you wished to go — with him all the while. without him, you would be immoble .. useless.

.. but the blood did not have a care in the world; it did not have any thought as it meandered its way across the ground. it only sought the path already cut for it, where ever that may lead.

.. it .. did not have a mind of its own. blood .. it is born to sustain one person, to keep them alive. it only served one purpose; carry life to and from their heart. now, without a body to keep alive .. it had no use in the world.

.. that was quite the fitting metaphor for you, now.

you cradle him gently, letting him lean on you as he breathes. it's weak, it's fragile, and it's strained. your arms wrap around his body and his hands grasp feebly at your clothes, trying to hold you close the best he can.

stay with me, you want to say. stay with me.

but you know better than to have hope now. you've seen enough death that you can predict when it's coming.

.. is he even still conscious?

yet, regardless of your rationale, he seems to read your mind.

"i'm here," lyney murmurs, voice soft and eyes fluttering between open and shut. the last of the day's sun glints in his glassy irises, pupils shrinking and dilating as he tries his best to focus on you despite his blurred vision. he smiles softly, looking up at you with only his eyes. it would hurt too much to move anything else.

.. but, soon the pain ceases. in his final moments, he manages to glance at you once more, without the binds of wound left to mar his final memory.

you brush the stray hairs away from his face. "i know. i know."

slowly, the sun goes down. his eyes have long since stopped moving, and his final breath had drifted past your face and into the winds hours ago. yet, you're still here, his now-cold blood painting the entire front of you a glassy red, holding onto him as if trying to keep his lifeless body warm still.

now he's here. now he's not.

#✰ RAINSWEPT #✰ RAINSWEPT LYNEY #lyney #lyney x reader #lyney genshin #lyney genshin impact #lyney x you #genshin impact lyney #lyney gi #genshin lyney #gi lyney #lyney x y/n #lyney x gender neutral reader

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melkyt · 6 months ago

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Imagine a Claustrophobic!Law after having to spend however long in that small chest. He does fine on the polar tang, that's his safe space and all in all, it's pretty big, he chooses to go in it and has gotten mostly used to it. Plus it's metal, not wood, a small difference but it is enough for his mind.

There are moments when emotions are high that there is a lingering panic if he has to go check on the engine or anywhere that proves a tight squeeze. His crew knows and usually handles it for him.

Though on other ships, Law absolutely refuses to go under the deck or anywhere where there is no clear view of the sky. Where there is only the creaking of the wood and the pulsing fear left from that night.

Part of him was dreading going on the straw hat ship even though they were going toward his goal, it was still a ship. Made out of wood, and a place where he will be trapped on the ocean for weeks, lots of ways to get his panic to surface.

It's fine for the first few days, he stays on the deck and even when he doesn't go down to eat, they don't force him, just Sanji brings him food without a word. Luffy would bring it but they all know he would eat it all on the way.

Luffy still runs up with his own plate to hang out with Traffy. However, he gets bored of that quickly and just moves their lunches or dinners up to the deck. Moving around Law instead of forcing him to adapt to their schedule, not that they have one in the first place.

Law did not expect them to adjust that way. Usually, in places where he is a stranger, he just deals with what he has to do to avoid an attack and then recover at home if he has to miss sleep or meals.

It's all fine until there is a storm, a big one. Law still is set on staying on deck. He gets under the mast but it does not help with the wind.

Luffy is out there because he wants to play in the rain until Nami yells that they will both get sick and they need to get inside.

Considering Law feels sick just looking at the door leading inside. He decides to take his chances outside.

Luffy is about to go in but looks back to see that Law hasn't moved. So he plops down under the mast, yelling to Nami that they will go in later, this is too much fun. He turns back to Law. "Why don't you like the Sunny?" A pout, and a gaze that seems to see all the way through Law.

"The ship is fine, I just like the rain" Law shifts his weight, putting his sword between them as though it is a shield.

"The sunny's a lion but she won't eat you, she's nice" Luffy slides closer, peering under the brim of Law's hat. He takes note of how white Law's knuckles are over the sword. "We can go to Zoro's room, can still see the sky"

"I'm fine here" Law hunches down, he will still be able to know that he's trapped by the glass. He could always use his power to get out but that takes concentration and the rising panic never helps.

"Then I'll stay with you Traffy" Luffy slumps against him, stretching out on the wooden bench.

"No, we have a fight, getting sick is a waste of time." Law grumbles, he knows he should listen to his own advice.

"Then we should go in, how about the aquarium, it's like your ship" As in, most of it is metal outside the glass looking in on the fish.

Law bites his bottom lip. Luffy is not about to give up, and he is starting to get cold. "Fine" He huffs, getting up.

Luffy grabs him by the hand, dragging him into the ship. Law is careful to keep his eyes down, and not register that the walls feel as though they are getting smaller around him. He forces his lungs to move in a steady controlled rhythm.

Luffy drags him up the stairs, each step making his breath catch, Law has to squeeze his eyes to keep the walls from closing in.

It is not any better in the somewhat open space that is Zoro's room and crow's nest.

The storm makes the room look smaller than it is, darker. Flashes of lighting illuminate it every few seconds but it is not enough. Law swallows, he feels that his legs will give out any second. "Strawhat... Luffy," His voice shakes, making him sound weak. He hates it. "I need to get out of here" Law lifts his hand. "Room" The bubble spreads out, and he searches for anything that he can switch spots with to get outside. This was a bad idea.

That tightness in his chest, the gasps for breath, weakness in his knees. "Sham..." His voice breaks, and he feels his throat tighten. His powers won't answer him.

"Traffy, hey hey" Luffy places his hands on either side of Law's face. His hands are surprisingly soft for someone who constantly fights, not a single callouse on his palms. "Look at me, I'm here, it's me" His smile is as bright as always.

Law squeezes his eyes shut and then opens them focusing on Luffy. "It's dark, I can't do this again" He huffs, the memories of that night refuse to fade. He can see the inside of the treasure chest where he was trapped. Luffy's joy can only just barely push away his pain. His fingers shake. He tries to find his voice again, only to fail, he tries again. "Shambles." This time his power fails him, "He died while I was trapped, I can't be trapped, I can't be here, not in this cage" Law would be franticly looking around the place, if not for Luffy holding onto him. He would be pulling away if the touch was not so comfortable if it was not the only thing that grounds him.

Luffy bites his bottom lip, thinking for only a brief moment. He drops his arms to wrap them around Law's trembling shoulders, falling back, taking Law with him. They fall in a sprawl of limbs. Luffy only just manages to keep his head from hitting the wall.

Law is too paralyzed by his panic which is getting worse with every passing second to even complain about it.

"Sanji, Nami, and Robin are also afraid of small rooms, like you Traffy" Luffy brushes his hand across the wall until it comes in contact with a lever. "Franky made this to help" It was Chopper's idea, something that would help if they couldn't go outside with all the storms in the grand line. "Look, look"

Law shakes his head, he has his fists clutching at Luffy's shirt. Not looking is better. He is starting to calm down, just has to still his heart enough for his powers to react.

"You trust me right Traffy?" Luffy massages the base of his skull. "It's pretty, like you shishishi" He brushes Law's cheek where he knows one of the smaller pale spots is.

It takes a minute but Law gives in to the insistent nudging. When he looks up his breath is taken away, and his panic fades almost as quickly as it came. They are no longer in a stifling closed room. No, above them is a bright swirling sky with stars as far as the eye can see. "What is this?"

"The sky!" Luffy points at a cluster of stars. "That one is my favorite because it looks like meat" He wraps an arm around Law as the man turns to rest his head on Luffy's chest. "And that one there looks like a heart, so when I miss you I came here to look at it"

Luffy continues to point out all the constellations that he finds fun, making most of them up on the spot.

Law does not say anything, listening to the even drone of Luffy's voice until he can breathe normally again, he listens until he falls asleep, and even then, his dreams are pleasant. Something that never happens after his claustrophobia flares up. It has been a long time since he has felt safe anywhere but the polar tang, yet now that is what Luffy gives him. Safety and a peaceful night, and the love that accepts him as he is no matter what.

#lawlu

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bteezxyewriter12 · 5 months ago

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Cowboy/ 2

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 3.2k

Includes- Couple from Cowboy, oral, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, squirting, fluff

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San POV

The director yells cut and I look over at her

She's already looking at me and she smiles widely when she sees I'm looking at her

I smile back

I'm so lucky to be with her

It's been a year since we got together and it's been amazing

She transitioned from best friend to incredible girlfriend easily

And I think I did a pretty good job of transitioning into boyfriend mode

I've made changes to my schedule to make sure I have time for her

I take her everywhere with me, photo shoots, events, performances and tours

And we just moved in together a month ago and it's been awesome

I even went public with us and for the most part, ATINY accepted us

There's been minimal hate and I always handle it so she doesn't have to

I've honestly never been happier

She's my absolute world and I'd do anything for her

"Ok we're gonna go do the digging scene. San, you have a prop to hold so make sure you get it before heading over to the set"

I nod, "Sure"

Getting up, I walk wave at my naekkeo, then follow the guys and the staff to the other part of the set

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Break time

Finally

I make my way over to her, a smirk on her face

"Naekkeo", I murmur as I walk right into her open arms

"Baby", she giggles, "How's my cowboy?"

"Tired", I whine, nuzzling into her neck

"Aww baby", she laughs, "It's almost over. Then I'll take you home and cuddle you"

"Promise?", I ask, wanting that so much right now

"I promise"

"Mmm", I say contently, lifting my head and pressing a kiss to her lips

Her hands slide down from my neck, her fingers grazing along my chest and abs, making me shiver

"Why do they put you in nothing?", she murmurs between kisses, "It's torture watching you be so fucking hot and I can't touch you"

I smile, getting giddy at her words

Giddy and horny

But hell, all she has to do is look at me and I'm horny so it doesn't take much

"And the cowboy thing? Really Sannie?"

I smirk remembering how we got together

"Wanna ride a cowboy again?", I ask, whispering in her ear, her body shivering with chills

"Do I get to be a cowgirl again?", she asks

"Definitely baby. You can wear the hat the whole time"

She flicks the fringe on the vest I'm wearing, "And this?"

"If it's the only thing your wearing", I murmur

"Ok", she smirks

God, she's killing me

Taking her hand, I drag her towards one of the trailers on the set

Getting inside it, I make a beeline towards the back of it

There's a bedroom back there in case one of us wants to take a nap

A few of the trailers have beds in the back

I thankfully picked an empty one

Getting in the room, I close the door, locking it then turning to her

She grabs me by my belt, pulling me to her, her lips against mine in a searing kiss

She gets my belt undone, zipper and button open, my pants and boxers dropping to my feet

Kicking my shoes off, I get my bottom clothes off

Pulling her against me, I unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor, her bra following it

She pushes the vest off me as her lips press into the skin of my chest

I moan at the pleasure of her soft lips kissing me, the feel of them against my skin so good

Her kisses are out of this world and I will take them anytime anywhere and on any place on my body

Her fingers run along my back as she spreads her kisses lower, all over my abs now

I know she loves them and I work out to keep them for her and myself too

And the best part is I know that she loves me with or without them

She made that clear to me when we first got together

I watch her tongue lick down my abs, going lower, to my dick, then lick up it

"Naekkeo", I groan, her tongue making me harder than I already am

She gets on her knees, her tongue swirling and playing with my head while her hand wraps around the rest of my cock, stroking me

"Mmm baby", I whimper, her tongue licking my slit, my cum all over it as she swallows

Her mouth moves around my head, sucking and sending bliss coursing through my body

She takes more of me in her mouth, every few sucks, her head going down

I move my fingers in her hair, holding on as she starts bobbing her head on my cock, my tip entering her throat

"Fuck naekkeo"

Each move has my cock entering her throat more and more, the tight space of her throat feeling so incredible

She swallows on my cock, her throat constricting, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine

She goes at it, sliding up and down my cock, her hand moving away as she bottoms me out in her mouth

She moves back, sliding down my cock then surging back, taking me all in

God, I love watching my cock move in and out of her mouth, her lips so pretty around me, her teary eyes on me

"So pretty baby", I praise her, her mouth sucking hard around my cock

As good as it is, I need her to stop

I need to eat her cunt then fuck her

We don't have all the time in the world, the break isn't gonna last forever

So I tug on her hair, her eyes rising to mine

I nod and she pulls back, off my dick

Taking her hands, I help her up only to push her into the bed

Now I move to my knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed

Taking the string of her panties in my hand, I pull the fabric ripping easily

"Sannie", she whimpers

I grab the other side and rip that off too, tossing the remains to the floor

Spreading her legs open, I bite my lip at the display in front of me

Her small cunt looking so fucking good to eat

Dripping wet, puffy lips, swollen throbbing clit

My fucking favorite

Leaning down, I burying my face in her cunt, my tongue licking up her juice immediately

"San!", she cries, her body shaking

God, I can't get enough of her

Her taste, her scent, her sounds, how she feels

I'm so fucking in love but I wouldn't have it any other way

She pulls the cowboy hat off me, her hand plunging in my hair, tugging

Pushing her legs up, I devour her cunt, my tongue fucking into her hole, feeling her throb around it

Pleasure creeps down my spine with every pulse, my cock so hard it aches

I'm drowning in her pussy and I don't want to be saved

I drag my tongue up her cunt, spreading her lips open, rubbing across her clit

"Yes Sannie!", she screams, her body shuddering

I concentrate my tongue there, lavishing her clit in licks, the pulses feeling so good

Eating her out is one of my favorite things to do

Her pussy tastes so fucking good, her cream the best thing I've ever tasted

I crave it, I'm addicted

Wrapping my lips around her swollen clit, I suck hard, her screams music to my ears

Both hands are in my hair, pulling hard and I fucking love it

"Mmm cum for me baby", I command, slurping desperately on her clit, "Cum in my mouth"

"Oh fuck San!", she cries, her body arching, holding my head against her pussy

Slipping my tongue down, I shove it in her orgasming cunt, the throbs making my mind go blank

When she finishes, I pull my tongue out, licking her cunt and making sure I get every drop

Moving on top of her, I kiss her sweet neck, her arms moving around me

"You taste so good baby", I tell her, "Best thing I've ever eaten. Fuck, I could eat you all day"

I have before

All day between her legs, her cunt coming in my mouth, feeding me over and over

Fuck, it's the best

"Mm Sannie", she sighs

"Are you gonna ride me baby?", I ask, "My cock hurts naekkeo. Wanna be deep inside you"

"Yeah Sannie", she smirks, "Wanna ride my cowboy"

With that, we move and I lay down on the bed, pillows behind me, propping me up so I can see her

She takes the hat and puts it on, my desire for her shooting through the roof

She looks so fucking hot with that hat on

Turning around, she gets on my lap in a reverse cowgirl position, her soaking pussy dripping on my dick

Reaching behind her, she aligns my cock to her hole, sitting on my head

"Mm yeah, that's it baby", I groan, watching her tiny hole spread beautifully around my cock, "Go down baby. All the way"

She slowly slides down my length, her pussy juice running down my dick that's not in her yet

We both moan when she gets me all in, her ass hitting my legs, her tight cunt throbbing, her pretty hole straining

"Cock feels better?", she asks, glancing over her shoulder at me

I nod, "So much better. My pussy feels so good"

She smirks, turns around and bends over, her cunt sliding up my cock to my head

She squeezes the tip, making herself extra tight, then pushes down, taking me back in

She keeps moving, slow but deep, her hips moving sensually in a circle as she takes me in over and over, her cunt leaving a mess of cream all over my cock

The way she moves is so fucking pretty, so hypnotizing, like she's dancing on my cock, her back muscles moving as she rides me

I watch her pussy swallow my cock, her puffy lips wrapped perfectly around my length, her pink inner lips looking so fucking good sliding up and down, leaving me a wet mess

"Mm Sannie", she moans, bouncing a little faster, making sure she takes all of me in

"So pretty baby. Fuck, your pussy is so pretty on my cock"

"Mmm you're cock feels so good", she moans, her hips moving a touch faster

My head rubs her spot, her cunt tightening hard around me as she moans

"There's Sannie", she cries, "Fuck, right there"

She keeps my cock right there, fucking herself right into that spot, cream pouring from her cunt

"Yeah baby, keep going", I cry, pleasure running through every inch of me, "Fuck yourself there. Fuck, use my cock to get off"

She moves a little faster, rolling her hips as she takes my cock, the skin of her back visibly shivering in pleasure

"Sannie", she moans, her pussy throbbing like crazy as she cums

Bliss washes over me as her cunt works my dick over, crushing my cock between her pussy walls

"Yes baby, feels good, fuck", I groan, "Cum for me just like that, fuck"

Her pussy slides on my cock, coating my entire length in her creamy cum, her moans of my name so fucking beautiful

I swear her voice can get me to do anything for her

She sits on my whole cock as she finishes, catching her breath

"Turn around naekkeo. Lemme see you"

She nods, getting off

Before turning around she bends over the bed and picks up my vest

She puts it in and turns around, my mouth dropping at how fucking hot she is

Her boobs are popping out of the vest, the fringe on it swaying against her hips as she crawls in my lap

She smirks, leaning over, her fingers under my chin and pushing my mouth closed

"Like it baby?", she asks

I nod rapidly

God, do I like it

She presses a soft kiss to my lips, my hands cupping her face, keeping her in place so I can kiss her

Her fingers slide in the back of my hair, crushing the strands as she deepens the kiss, our tongues playing with each other's

Her other hand moves between us, taking my length and guiding it to her entrance

She takes me in slowly and I can feel every inch of her pussy stretching around me, every suck in that her cunt does

And how wet she makes me

She bottoms me out, her hips grinding and rocking on me, my head right against her spot

Each rub of her spot, her pussy closes around my dick, squeezing tightly and throwing me into pleasure

She breaks the kiss, sitting up and leaning back, giving me small bounces in between grinding

"Mmm Sannie", she moans, pleasure all over her face

"Good naekkeo?", I ask, watching her move on me, hypnotized by her

She nods, leaning back on my leg, "So good Sannie. Fuck, you're the best"

I bite my lip nodding, "You're the best baby"

I move my hands to her hips, my eyes sliding up, watching her boobs bounce for me, the fringe on the vest swinging with every move

I can fucking watch her all goddamn day

The way she moves is just....it's everything

I slide one hand up her body slowly, over her stomach, up between her boobs, just feeling her soft skin against my palm and fingers

"Fuck Sannie", she whines, shivering as she bottoms me out, "Fuck, I love your hands baby"

I smile, moving my other up her back, touching her anywhere I can

I know she loves when I touch her, when I run my fingers on her, when I kiss her body, when I play with her hair, when I hold her

She's all about me and I've never had that before

I've had girlfriend before, flings too but none of them paid attention to me like she does

None wanted me as much as she does

None loved me like she does

I know she's extraordinary, one of a kind and I'm never letting her go

I'm not stupid

I knew she was my one from when I was a kid and I'm all about her

Everything I do is for her, so I can take care of her, give her everything and anything she needs

Give her all my love

Her hips roll down, her pussy sliding down my cock, feeling utterly good

"Mm naekkeo", I moan, thrusting up the next time she rolls her hips down, my cock sliding in deeper than before

"Yes Sannie!", she cries, her back arching

"Don't stop baby", I murmur, moving up into her, meeting every bounce down, "Don't stop"

She shakes her head as we both fuck each other, her pussy decorating my cock like a creamy waterfall

"I won't Sannie", she answers, "Won't stop"

I hold her hip tightly as we meet each other's moves, my free hand sliding down her body, thumb pressing into her clit

I rub her slowly, her loud moans of my name so beautiful, her hips keeping the steady pace with mine

I'm in so much ecstacy right now, her pussy feeling so good as she clenches down on me again and again

"Need you to fill my pussy Sannie", she murmurs

"Do you?", I whimper, looking at her through my sweaty hair

"Yes. I need it. Need your cum inside me"

"Fuck", I groan, "I'll fill your pussy baby. Don't worry"

"Now Sannie", she whines, "Want it now"

"You first", I breathe out, rubbing her clit faster, fucking up into her slightly faster

She nods, her head tilted back as she shudders, her mouth crying my name as she orgasms

My whole lap gets soaked as she squirts, some flying onto my abs and chest from how much liquid is coming out of her

The constant squeezing of my cock throws me over the edge, ecstacy barreling into me as I shoot my cum into her squirting pussy

"Joanne, fuck. Naekkeo, oh god", I cry, stars blasting in my vision, blinding me

She keeps riding me, the exquisite pleasure going on and on

It's so much my body's actually shaking

That's not such a surprise anymore

She gives me shaking mind blowing orgasms frequently and I'm so here for it

"Naekkeo", I moan, stopping her movements after we both finish

I pull her down to me, taking the hat off her and tossing it to the floor so she can be comfortable

Then I wrap my arms around her, holding her while we both catch our breaths

"Mm Sannie", she whispers, cuddling into me

We lay in comfortable silence, tangled up together just how we both like it

And now is the best time

"Naekkeo", I say softly

"Hmm Sannie?"

"Will you marry me Jo?"

Her head lifts, her eyes on mine, her mouth dropped open, "What?"

I smile, reaching into the pocket of my vest she's wearing

Pulling out the ring I made for her, I hold it up to her, "I love you naekkeo. More than anything in this world. I told you when we got together that I wanted to marry you one day. Somehow you knew we were meant for each other when we were four years old. Marrying you has never been out of my mind since you first told me you were gonna marry me during my 4th birthday party. I was excited then and I'm excited to marry you now. You are all I want and I'd be so happy if I can call you my wife"

She smiles widely, gazing softly at me, "Yes Sannie. Of course it's a yes. It wouldn't be anything but yes. I love you so much"

I pull her to me, kissing her soft perfect lips passionately, her hand against my cheek, kissing me back

My heart pounds in joy as I realize that I'm going to marry the love of my life

I'm over the fucking moon

"Should I get down on my knees and do it the right way?", I ask

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she giggles, "No Sannie. This is the right way. I can't imagine a better way to ask me to marry you than laying in your arms. It was perfect"

"I'm glad naekkeo", I tell her, relieved, "But just so you know, if you want me to do it that way too, I'll do it"

Anything for her

"Don't you move", she says, laughing, "But you can give me my ring now"

I laugh, nodding, "Ok naekkeo"

I put the ring on her finger, her eyes lighting up when she sees the ring

"Sannie!", she gasps, "It's so beautiful baby! My god, you have good taste"

I chuckle, "I just know what my baby likes"

Her eyes move to mine, "Yeah you do. Thank you baby"

"Thank you for making me the happiest man on the planet"

She nods, her forehead against mine, "Thanks for making me the happiest girl on the planet Sannie. I love you"

"I love you Jo", I whisper

She leans down, her lips against mine in a sweet soft kiss, full of love

#choi san fanfic #ateez san fanfic #san fanfic #choi san smut #ateez san smut #san smut #ateez fanfic #ateez smut

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sweaterkittensahoy · 7 months ago

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this is soooooo insanely self indulgent but for fic prompts could u write something where bucky is so attracted to buck’s brain to the point where it’s literally a turn on but buck is used to people not caring (his shitty parents) so he doesn’t really get it

The biggest trick any unit has to learn is what to do with downtime. There's things to do in Boise, but it's important to not just let the boys loose every day and night they aren't training.

Lectures are semi-popular. Buck offers up a few on science. High-school level stuff explaining physics and chemistry. Things a lot of the boys already know a little about and want to know more.

Bucky slips into the back of the room for one of them, standing against the wall because there's no free space to sit. It makes him smile. Buck's whole face lights up when he figures out a good topic for a lecture, and Bucky's glad to see how many seem to like them.

Buck steps up to the lectern and grins at the boys. "Who wants to figure out the best order to lose all four engines and survive?" he asks.

"Can we figure it out the other way, too?" Hambone asks, which makes everyone laugh, even Buck.

"Sure," he says. "But I'll let anyone who doesn't want that knowledge cut out before we talk about it."

Bucky chuckles as Buck turns towards the chalkboard and someone sends a paper airplane through the air, hitting Buck in the back.

"Douglass, that's five demerits," Buck says.

There's a few moments of tussling around Douglass as his friends give him grief, but they all go quiet when Buck turns to face the room again and says, "Okay, let's talk gravity."

Bucky follows the lecture easily. He and Buck have had these conversations before, Buck breaking down the science when Bucky can't follow, making sure he can explain it back to him before he picks up again. It means he can relax and simply watch Buck.

Buck's got the room's attention, his deep voice carrying easily, and the loose-limbed way he moves keeping everyone's attention. He walks the boys through equations and illustrations, drawing a full layout of the fuel line hosing from memory to help the discussion about how gravity and mass and velocity all wrap together to affect which engine has the best chance of running the longest even if the fuel pressure drops.

Bucky shifts his hat, moving it from under his arm to hold in both hands in front of his belt to hide the fact that his dick is half-hard. Buck's face is bright and relaxed as he answers a question about the equation. Bucky watches the pilot who asked the question nod along as he makes sense of Buck's answer.

He's so goddamn smart, Buck is. It makes Bucky feel like his insides are sparking when it's on display like this. Buck knows so much and explains it all so well. He's so open with what he knows and never tires at questions or confusion. Watching him be happy to share makes Bucky want to cut the lecture short so he can kiss him silly, taste the chalk dust that's settled on him, and tell him how amazing he is.

The lecture ends, and the room empties out. Bucky stays put, nodding to a few of the boys who say hello. Buck stays up at the front of the room, looking at the chalkboard like he's appreciating his own work.

"Another sold out show," Bucky says once they're alone.

Buck turns and ducks his head. "I think I'm the only show on today."

"That's not true, and you know it," Bucky replies, pushing off the wall and walking slowly up the center aisle to Buck. "You had them eating out of your hand, like always."

"It's just about finding the right way to explain it," Buck says. "That's not hard."

Bucky stops close enough to Buck that their buttons brush together. "You are so goddamn smart it makes me crazy," he says. "You know all this stuff, and you can explain it, and you can figure out how to make it interesting for anyone."

Buck slips a hand over Bucky's hip and shifts so he can slip a leg between Bucky's. "Did I get you riled up again, Major?"

"You rile me up every fucking second," Bucky says, cupping the side of Buck's neck. "But, yeah, watching you work that big brain in front of a crowd really gets me going."

Buck huffs a laugh and brushes his mouth against Bucky's. Bucky tastes the chalk dust and bites his lip so he doesn't moan. "Only you," he says, and it's deeply affectionate.

"Come on," Bucky says, tilting his head to one side. "Let me suck you off while you rattle off geometry proofs."

Buck snorts and shoves at Bucky, but then he reels him right back in and kisses him properly, a slow, steady movement of their mouths matched with an easy glide of their tongues. "I may be the brains of the operation, but you're the romantic," he says.

Bucky laughs and rocks against Bucky's thigh, sighing when Bucky shifts so there's more pressure on his cock. "Come on," he says, "Let's go find a spot to fuck my brains out."

"Only yours?" Buck asks.

Bucky shivers at the challenge in Buck's tone. "I'll never manage, but I will wear myself out trying."

Buck grins at him and takes one step back, grabbing Bucky's hand and pulling him along. "An equal amount of pressure on both sides," he says. "That's physics."

"Uh-huh," Bucky replies. "Keep talking dirty."

#clegan #prompt #fic #buck is so smart it makes bucky so stupid #he's fine with that #masters of the air

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dotster001 · 2 years ago

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La Chasseur d'Amour , Chapter One

Summary: Rook x gn!reader. You vanished just as quickly as you appeared. But Rook will find his love.

A/N:I know what you all are thinking. "Dot, don't you have like ten other series You've started and haven't finished yet?" Yes, and shut up 😂

CW:therapy, discussions of trauma (it's not real, but just in case), self gaslighting

Chapters: Two Three Four Five

As you crossed the stage for your NRC Graduation, and received your diploma from a very proud, very tearful, Crowley, you made eye contact with Rook. He was the photographer for the graduation, obviously, because Crowley wasn't going to hire someone he couldn't guilt into pro bono.

His eyes twinkled with delight as you grinned at him, and he shot a picture. You always looked good in pictures he took. He said it was because you could see his love for you in the photo. And, at this point, you were inclined to believe him.

Your friends who had been there since the beginning cheered raucously, even Jack, who had been against obnoxious cheering when Ace had suggested it.

You shot them a smile, and then the floor fell out from under you, and all you saw was black.

5 years later….

"There's these twins," you said, eyes closed, and searching for lost memories.

"What do they look like?" Your therapist asked, taking some notes.

"They're tall, and they have blue hair."

It'd taken two years for you to accept that Twisted Wonderland wasn't real. You had to be thankful to your therapist for her patience. Your parents certainly weren't as patient with you as she was.

"One is serious, and the other is kind of goofy…like he marches to the beat of his own drum."

The hospital had suggested therapy the moment you started talking about magic. They told your parents that the trauma you had gone through, during your kidnapping, had lead to you creating a fictional world to protect yourself in.

"What does the serious one do?"

"I think he eats mushrooms…"

Your therapist had gently waited for you to be willing to give up the illusion on your own. Your parents hadn't, though. The colder the case got, the more they pushed for you to remember any details.

Again, your therapist was patient. Both of you had figured overblots were particularly traumatic moments, so you hadn't touched them yet. For now you were sorting through memories to see if anything coincided with the real world.

"I think the goofy one likes hugs, and shrimp…"

"That's an odd combo. And what do we say about odd combos?"

"Probably important, ha ha."

The problem was, just like with real memories, over the course of five years the memories of Twisted Wonderland had started to fade. It was harder to pick them apart because you couldn't be sure what you properly remembered.

"They both eat octopus."

"The twins?"

"Uh huh."

You had one clear memory. A man with emerald eyes, and blond hair, who often wore a silly hat. Rook. That was his name. Everytime he looked at you, you felt so loved and safe. So many of your "memories" revolved around him.

"Anything else?"

"That's all I have today, I'm sorry."

Which is why you never told your therapist about him. You were, in full honesty, terrified. Because if so many of your "memories" revolved around him, it probably meant that…

"I don't think either of the twins were the ones who took you, but we'll definitely talk about them later. Now open your eyes and slowly bring yourself back to me."

You followed the instructions, squinting in the sudden burst of light, and slowly sat up from the couch you were laying on.

"Good work today," your therapist smiled warmly. "I'll see you next week, Y/N."

You were such a coward. This might all be over if you weren't so terrified of losing him.

….

"This one isn't it," Rook said firmly, staring at a mirror portal.

"How can you be so sure?" Vil asked in exasperation.

"I don't feel Y/N in there," he said before turning back to his table full of viles, making a quick note, and resuming his prior work of mixing different potions.

"Rook, I'm saying this as a friend. It's time to let go."

"You know I can't do that," Rook muttered under his breath.

"Rook!" He grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to look at him. "I came to visit you because we're all worried, and you need to hear someone say it. It's time to let go of Y/N."

Rook shoved him away.

"Roi du poison, with all due respect-"

"Rook, when was the last time you ate-"

"I'll eat later-"

"When is later?"

Rook slammed the potion he was working on down on the table.

"You don't understand what it's like!" He shouted. "I can feel them! I just…I just need the bridge to make the final push!"

He hastily grabbed a pile of books, and stacked them into stairs. He laid a piece of paper at the base of the stairs, drawing a circle.

"This is us."

He placed another piece of paper at the top of the stack.

"That's where Y/N is. The closest portal I've come to is," he placed a paper on the book step right below the top, "here. So I just need to work with that potion. Just a couple more tweaks-"

"How can you possibly even know that!" Vil shouted. "you don't even go through any of them, how do you know it's not where Y/N is?"

"My signature spell-"

"And that's another thing! You're not keeping how much blot you produce in check! You've been at this five years! It's not good for you!"

"I'm so close," Rook muttered, adding an ingredient to his vile.

"Are you? What if you go through the portal and Y/N has moved on?"

Rook threw the potion at the mirror, instantly creating a shimmering pink portal. He stared awestruck.

"That's it."

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Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll @stygianoir

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rook x reader #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt

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piplup335 · 8 months ago

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Scythe and reader who used to be a showgirl!

This...was one of my most confusing requests ;-;

Initially I was like "this should be okay" until I found out the definition of a showgirl..and I factchecked it and ended up being even more confused...then I realised that I forgot to ask for details…

so yeah- this may not be what you wanted, but I tried ;-; if you want I can rewrite it ASAP, I'll prioritise it too :D

hope it's alright, I did what I could with the prompt!

requested by @shymed! again, sorry if out of character, still not familiar with phighting n stuff ;-;

"...where am I?"

A lone demon sat in a small room, tied to a chair and blindfolded, without any sense of his surroundings.

He had no idea where he was, or why he was there...all the poor demon knew was that he needed to get out as soon as possible.

The last thing he remembered was blurry and fuzzy in his mind, almost like a damaged cassette tape…but he still remembered the details of what happened.

It was just a standard routine for him, sneaking around Lost Temple to snag a few bucks here and there to survive another day, buy another meal…and that’s when he saw it.

A dancer. Fair skin, flawless movements…she had it all. Especially in that sizable jar, almost stuffed to the brim with coins and banknotes…it was innocently sitting on the floor, practically begging to have some of the money taken out of it, begging to be spent…that jar was a sitting duck at that point. Situated in plain sight, brimming with cash and with no visible security in sight? Perfect.

One, two three…the demon watched as the dancer tapped to the beat, her dress flowing behind her as she twirled for another grand finish to her sequence. It was almost hypnotic…step, twirl, step, twirl, step…bingo.

Without wasting another beat, the demon leapt forward, seizing the jar. Tucking it under his arm, he cracked a sly smile.

"Target acquired...heh, I'm eating good for the next few days..."

Before the dancer even knew what happened, he had turned a corner into a dingy alleyway, with no traces left in sight.

Little did he know that someone was watching him from the top of a building…someone whose hat cast a dark shadow over her face…

The unknown figure sneered.

"Target acquired."

And now, here he was.

Blindfolded and tied to a chair.

Now, he was the sitting duck.

He tried to scream for help, pointlessly praying that someone would hear him and come to his aid…but he realised he couldn’t.

Someone had taped shut his mouth. The tape was some strong stuff, too- it wouldn’t get off, no matter how hard he tried.

Struggling against his restraints, he paused as a blood-chilling laugh made its way to his ears.

“Now, now…let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, darlin’!”

He felt the blindfold being harshly yanked up and over his head…and after seeing the individual in front of him, he just wanted to tug the blindfold back over his eyes and wipe his memories clean. Never in his entire life would he ever want to see this face, let alone up close. The sight of her alone scared the living daylights out of him…

Scythe.

The same serial killer present on many, many posters throughout Lost Temple…the infamous profile throughout the Inpherno, notorious for evading capture from Banlands’ warden over and over again…

And now she was sneering in his face like a predator sizing up its prey, ready to swoop in for the kill.

“My, my…you have some guts, don't ya? Stealing from an innocent gal without hesitation…ya really lack morals, huh?”

Scythe unsheathed her gear- an overengineered rifle. Twirling it in her hand, a laser blade emerged from one end. The demon thought it was over for him- but then felt the ropes binding him to the chair loosen up and fall to the floor in a flash. Scythe had used her weapon to sever his restraints.

Looking at his situation, he decided that if he had any chance of survival, it would be to make a break for it.

Analysing his surroundings, he made a few observations.

The room was fairly small. From his position, he thought, it would only take him around five seconds to get the hell out of there.

Scythe’s back was facing the door. Not too near, not too far.

The only object in the room was the chair. No obstacles in sight- plus, he could use the chair to deter her- just whack it over her head and make a run for it.

Simple enough. Hit and run.

Just as Scythe was about to reach out for his neck, he rolled off. Quickly hopping to his feet, he grabbed the leg of the chair he was tied to.

It was now or never.

He hurled the chair at Scythe’s head and made a run for it.

He didn’t go far, however- he felt something tight wrap around his ankle. He frantically tried to shake it off- but his efforts were all in vain.

The force pulled on his ankle, dragging him to the floor. Before he could react, he felt a harsh pressure on his chest.

Scythe.

She had a boot on his torso, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Well, well, well…you sure are a feisty one, aren’t ya?”

Too scared to react, the demon didn’t even dare breathe as Scythe picked up his wrist with a misleading sense of tenderness…a false promise that he would live.

Hell, he would be lucky if his death was even quick and painless.

“What delicate hands you have…”

Scythe’s fingers ran over his skin, circling his joints with false pleasantness.

"I wonder what you'd do without them?"

"Damn it...how could I have been so careless?"

After a long and fruitless search, you ended up empty-handed.

One moment you were dancing on the streets, smiling as you saw your jar filled to the brim with cash, your earnings from dancing on the street.

Next thing you knew, your income was swept away by an unfamiliar person, his face obscured by a dark hood.

"...not a fan of going back...there..."

You shuddered at the thought. Once upon a time, you were a showgirl- dancing away in nightclubs and basking in the spotlight as drunken spectators threw coins at the stage, by your feet...looking back, you hated those days. It was only a few years after you signed up for the job, for the lifestyle of a showgirl that you realised that to them, you weren't seen as yourself. You were just another plaything, another woman for drunken people at nightclubs to fawn over.

Just another money-making scheme.

You quit your job a few months prior just to pursue street dancing- something you much preferred. It didn't pay nearly as much, and your pay wasn't fixed- but hey, you could still get by.

But now the day's earnings were snatched away, and horror filled you as you realised you may have to return to that dreaded place just to afford a meal.

Sighing in dejection, you decided to find your friend, the one person who could help out.

Left, right, another right...after a few twists and turns through the crowd and into a dark alleyway, you found a door. It was a plain door, painted a dull teal with some scratches in the coat of paint. It looked old as if worn down over time, and it almost seemed as if whatever was behind it was abandoned, left to rot in the blazing heat of Lost Temple.

However, behind the door, there was an entire community residing there.

Pushing open the door, you heard the familiar chatter of your friend's "cult", as you so nicely put it. Weaving through the crowd, you found another door. It was easy to spot- not many people crowded around that area, and for good reason.

The door was labelled with a plaque saying "DO NOT ENTER" in bold, steel letters. The sign was framed with brass, and you knew that whoever was behind that door had a high position in the group.

After all, you knew this individual on a personal level.

Pushing open the door, you saw your good friend sitting at her desk, filling out some paperwork with a lethargic expression on her face.

"...what did I tell you midgets about knocking- oh, it's you! Perfect timing! Hey, (Y/N), I got a surprise for ya!"

Scythe swiftly snuck behind you, using both her hands to cover your eyes.

"Scythe, don't leave me hanging-!" You groaned. You weren't a patient one, after all.

"Fine, fine...I found something you lost!"

Scythe uncovered your eyes, your gaze immediately settling on the familiar glass jar. It usually sat on the floor whenever you danced, and now it was seated at Scythe's desk.

"My jar! Scythe, you're a lifesaver! Wait...where'd you find it?"

Scythe chuckled. It was a friendly one but had a slight bit of menace to it.

"Let's just say...I can get people to loosen up...and fast."

Scythe's gear was propped up against the wall, a streak of blood on the handle.

and that’s my third req! again, sry if it sucks ;-; if you want me to I’ll rewrite, just lmk! :D

hope you guys enjoyed it!

#phighting x reader #phighting!#scythe phighting #scythe #scythe x reader #i want to slam my head against a table #help me #marinated seasoned and grilled to perfection!

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herzzgeist · 10 months ago

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Captain's Log

A/N: A highly self-indulgent piece. Not sure how I came up with this, but . . damn, I needed this after going through some tough times. Let a girl dream alright? ;-; Hope I still could give you a little smile with this. This is kind of a recap to last year and how I learned to love that silly boy Not really prove read

Content: first person pov of Law 'diary style' - him being lovey dovey for fem!reader in his own way

January, 2023

Noticed a new wanted poster hanging around in the towns and cities we dock at. A woman. I have heard rumors of her, (Y/n), but she looks rather strange. The bounty is quite high though - another worst generation rival perhaps?

February, 2023

Her bounty‘s higher now. Even the poster has a new, more clear picture to it. Strange looking. I wonder what her fighting skills are like.

March, 2023

Finally this pink bastard is down for the count. Breaking up to Zou - will be a long journey ahead.

This crazy woman sabotaged an admiral‘s fleet?! Is she mad? How?? She has to be one of the worst generation! At least I heard that rumor from Nami-ya.

April, 2023

Nico-ya mentioned this (Y/n) is headed towards Zou as well. It worries me even more, that she's supposed to bear a mythical zoan devil fruit. People died because of her singing? Ridiculous.

May, 2023

This is not what I expected. Shortly after meeting my crew, this blasted woman appears right around the corner and instantly disappears again? Bepo brought her back, introducing her to me and explaining her supportive acts. She was down right nerve wrecked as she looked up at me.

I'm an idiot for thinking about how velvet like her hand was

Guess she heard of me. Wouldn't be a surprise, she went pale as snow as she saw me.

June, 2023

I hate her. She's nosy, upright, supportive and . . cute. Those terms shouldn't be in a pirate's resume, at least the cute part. Yes she has excellent control of her devil fruit, true she helped out my crew , but it doesn't mean I'll fully accept her as part of the crew.

I learned about her powers. The Sonar-Sonar fruit. It acts like a submarine or bat I believe, using echo location to discern anything in a large radius. In addition, singing melodies, each having a different use, she can either make people fall asleep or lure them towards her. Her epithet 'Siren' sure makes sense.

That's all I know - but there must be more . .

July, 2023

She's part of the crew now. If I'd refuse her, Bepo would cry 24/7, Shachi and Penguin might as well talk my ears full with bullshit and Ikkaku will most definitely sabotage the Tang's motors. So I didn't have any other choice.

Besides that, it's (Y/n)-ya's birthday - if I wouldn't have taken her in . . yes that leads me to everything above.

Additionally, I learned she turned my age yesterday. She's so . . feeble for that age. So insecure and too nice for this world (besides being bold towards the government?) Why even is she in the piracy scene? How did she come this far?

August, 2023

What the hell is wrong with me? I fell for the oldest trick in the book! She merely asked for my help, saying she had something in her eye, so of course I take a look and she goes ahead and pokes my nose??

Not sure what she said, but I think it was: "You should smile more." What? Who does she think she is? Talking to her Captain like that?

God, I will never get rid of that image and her deep e/c eyes staring back at me. Damn it she was close. Or theoretically I was

September, 2023

Damn it, her scent is everywhere! It's outragous, she steals my clothes, Kikoku and even my hat when I'm not looking! I think I took on her odors now too! It's annoying . .

Not sure why, but the fragrancy reminds me of wildrose and chocolate. Maybe because she eats way too much chocolate, which she stashes somwhere aboard the sub. (Note to self - find her candy stash and eliminate it ASAP)

I can't help but think of her whenever wildroses appear randomly wherever I go. And I see them everywhere as soon as we dock on islands? What dumbass is into wildroses that much? I sure am not! They're nothing but cosmetic to me, nothing of use in real medical sense.

October, 2023

I am most certainly NOT giving in to her charms. She's just being nice and gifted me a yellow hoodie, a polar teddy bear and . . god damn tickets to Sora Con. Is she insane? They cost a shit ton of Berry and she just . .

She accidently grazed my hand as she gave me the plushie. How can it be so soft? Not the teddy I mean. She's warm and silky. And again - this forsaken scent of wildrose.

Speaking of which. I noticed how pink her lips are, almost resembling the petals of . . wildroses.

She's weird.

November, 2023

Something's different. She's not as cheerful and overly smiley as usual. I believe there's a private matter going on.

Whatever, she'll get over it.

December, 2023

She didn't get over it. Her mood is really annoying lately, but she's behaving like a totally different person. She truly isn't well.

So I asked her about her well being. It's nothing to get over quickly, that's for sure. It worries me, seeing her this absentminded. She'll get in trouble if she doesn't concentrate on the battles ahead. Her powers can be truly useful, if not crucial if we stick to my plans (which I highly doubt)

To be fair, I'd rather see her happy than all slumped and grumpy.

She's got a pretty smile

I like her, I must see to her after the raid

I think she's going to be alright

Last page of captain's log / Notes barely readable, for he tried to eliminate 'evidence'

She called me 'snow leopard' the other day. I believe her naive woman thoughts got the better of her, perhaps influenced by all the ‚adorable’minks at Zou. If she calls me that one more time in front of everybody, I swear I'll send her heart to the marines.

Anyway, she asked me what I think what kind of mink she would be? She's a human, why should she be a mink out of the sudden? But I guess I'll humor her tomorrow.

She reminds me of a red panda. It's her hair. As soon as the sun rays hit her, red glows from her strands, resembling the embers of fire. Besides, she behaves like one, silly and throwing paws. Plus they're cute. Kind of like her.

I heard her sing together with Brook at the outpost. Her voice sounds nice. Yet, the way she holds the notes, it reminds me of north blue folklore. Is she actually . .?

She hugged me. It felt strange. But I can't deny it was . . heartwarming? I tucked her into my blue feather coat, in hopes to suffocate her, yet her head just plopped right out front and she looked up at me . . smiling

I'm too young to have a cardiac arrest - still whenever she does this I get premature ventricular contractions.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #self indulgent #one piece trafalgar law #first person pov

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dawneternal · 9 months ago

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Take the World in Your Hands | Eris x Elain | Four

Summary: Eris's brothers catch wind of his proposal to Nesta. They plan to find and deliver her to their father as a gift, surely winning his favor. Their plan takes a turn when they kidnap the wrong Archeron sister and Eris finds her in the Autumn Court dungeon.

all aboard the crack ship???

Notes: it's the shopping episode!! 🛍️💅 Also I discovered dividers. This one is by cozykitsune

Warnings: none for this part

Word Count: 2.5k

Ao3 link / Masterlist

When Elain woke in the morning, Eris was frying pancakes in the kitchen. Shirtless and barefoot, which seemed very unsafe but admittedly nice to look at. It was a good sign, as well, that the balm had done it's job. The smattering of bruises seemed to be mostly gone, only a few smudges of color ghosting his shoulders.

"Eat up! Long day of shopping ahead," Eris sang, gesturing to the full plate of pancakes and eggs on the kitchen table.

A mug of hot cider sat beside it, and Elain eyed it suspiciously, wondering if he had somehow sensed her dream. Nevertheless, he seemed very chipper this morning and it was a pleasant change from the awkwardness of last night.

Elain savored the pancakes, a little hum of satisfaction escaping with the first bite. Food in Velaris was delicious, but the variation of another court's flavors was a nice change.

"You didn't have to sleep in your dress," Eris said, joining her at the table, "I'm sure the tunic was more comfortable."

"Is that what your guests do? Sleep in your shirts?" Elain looked up at him through her lashes as she took another bite, "I did notice you don't have any nightgowns."

Eris suppressed a grin. Somehow, no one else had figured out that little scheme. Or at least, no one had said anything.

"You don't seem to be a morning person," He said, instead of answering.

"Oh, I am, actually. I love the early morning. But I watch Nyx so often that I've more or less adapted to his schedule, and he definitely takes after his father." Elain sipped her cider, relishing the spices that lingered on her tongue.

"Poor little fellow," Eris clicked his tongue, shaking his head in mock sympathy.

Elain emerged from the washroom, dressed, groomed, and bathed. She had decided she liked the cut of Autumn Court dresses. Comfortable, modest, and delicately adorned with embroidery and beads. She had chosen a warm burnt orange and admired the way it complimented the honey-brown of her hair. Eris resisted the urge to tell her exactly how well the wardrobe of his court suited her. Or that he wished she'd wear her hair down, as was the current fashion in Autumn.

Instead, he held out a wine colored-coat for her to slip on, and tucked a knitted scarf around her collar. She found the matching mittens and and hat stuffed into the pockets and tugged those on as well.

"Ready," She said, a little bit muffled behind her layers. He couldn't help his grin then.

Eris began to put on his own coat, but stopped and let out a hiss of pain.

"Are you okay?" Elain's brows knit together.

"I'm alright," He sighed, "Just stretched a little too far on my bad side."

Elain took his coat from his hands and helped him into it, fastening each wooden button for him. He gave her a grateful smile and led her out of the cabin, away toward the edge of the wards. When Elain turned around, the cabin had disappeared. There was not even a clearing where it should be. Nothing but a tiny gap in the trees.

"Neat trick, no?" Eris eyes sparkled.

Elain placed a mittened hand on his arm and looked up at him with furrowed brows. "Are you sure you're up for winnowing?"

"Yes, dear," Eris smiled, "I'll be alright. Not all of us have wings to take us where we wish, anyways."

"How is it so cold here, if we're in Autumn?" She asked, ignoring the pet name. But she did take the hand he held out to her.

"We're very close to the Winter border. Hazelbury is the last Autumn village before the Winter Court border. Its higher up here, so it snows during cold snaps. Ready?"

"Ready."

Elain gripped his hand tight as they winnowed. She was grateful for the barrier of their mittens and gloves, but she could still feel his warmth radiating through her.

They landed among the trees, bits of loose snow falling onto them from above.

"Alright?" Eris asked, brushing snowflakes from her eyebrows. Elain looked up at him and started, forgetting that the plan had been to glamour them both. He was unrecognizable, his red hair now deep brown, the angle of his nose smoothed, his skin clear of freckles. The fire was gone from his eyes. A little ruby teardrop dangled from one ear, as if to compensate for the missing warmth.

"I stole a description from a Sellyn Drake novel," Eris gave her a crooked smile.

"How do you know Sellyn Drake?" Elain laughed. Her eyes drifted to the bustling village ahead of them, a blur of colors and motion. The murmur was pleasant, frequent laughter rising up from it.

"My observational skills are excellent," He said, "And how do you know Sellyn Drake?"

"Am I glamoured?" Elain dodged yet another of his questions, bringing her fingers to her nose to feel it's shape.

"A little, you'll see." Eris started toward the village path, stepping high through the snow. Elain was grateful for her the heavy boots and wool socks she'd been given. The cabin truly seemed to hold everything one could need.

"What do you usually call yourself when you come here?"

"I've never needed to come up with a name. What about you? What would you like to be called today?"

"I suppose I'll think of one in the moment if it comes up," Elain said, blushing at the improper answers that had come to her. None of which she planned on ever uttering out loud.

The bustling crowd flowed around them as they stood on the edge of the cobblestone street - presumably the main street. Worn buildings popped up all around, their once-colorful roofs spreading as far as the eye could see. Lanterns hung from the awnings, and strings of fae-lights wove back and forth overhead, illuminating window displays filled with lovely things.

"General store first," Eris said, pressing a guiding hand to the small of her back. He led her inside one of the wooden buildings, warm air greeting them in the doorway. He gave Elain a smile and nodded toward the displays. "Pick whatever you want."

So, Elain took her time studying the displays as Eris made polite conversation with the shop keeper. She felt a little pang of guilt as she came across a box of pencils in an autumn color scheme that Feyre would surely love. She wasn't even sure if her sister would accept a gift from the Autumn Court, anyways, judging by her reaction to Elain's note. And Nesta was not supposed to know she was here, so she couldn't pick a gift for her, either.

Instead, she picked for herself a maple sugar candy to try, and a few varieties of seeds she had never seen. Perhaps someday, when things were different, she could return with her sisters and shop with them.

Elain dared not make the comparison aloud again, but Eris's shopping habits were very similar to Rhys's. He encouraged her to pick something at nearly every shop they stopped in, claiming it was necessary for the "full Autumn Court experience."

By the time they had made it to the dress shop, his arms were full of bags with handmade cheese and bread, fresh flowers, books, and candy. Half were recommendations or gifts from the shop keepers, all of whom seemed to recognize and greet him eagerly. Naturally, Elain began to wonder how often he did this and how often he needed to visit the safe house.

The dress shop was no different. Eris flopped down into a chair at the front of the store, letting his arms rest from carrying the heavy bags. A short, older women scurried to greet him.

"Ezra, my love," She cried, planting a kiss on his cheek.

An involuntary, shit-eating grin spread across Elain's face. Eris flashed her a warning look. So he had chosen his name him a Sellyn Drake novel, as well.

"What brings you in today?" The woman asked after she had finished fussing over him.

"My lady is to accompany me to an event in a few days," He gestured to Elain, who blushed and nodded in greeting, "Do you have anything that we could take with us today?"

"Of course," The woman cried, placing a hand over her chest. Her enthusiasm was rather infectious. "I will find a few sections for you."

"I do hope she brings something scandalous," Eris grinned, leaning back in his chair as if it were a throne, crossing one leg over the other.

"I will not wear anything scandalous unless you agree to show just as much skin as I do," Elain retorted.

Eris tipped his head back and laughed. He seemed so at ease here, pretending to be someone else. Someone proud of his court, enjoying a day of leisure in a tourist town. It made Elain's chest ache for him.

The seamstress returned and beckoned Elain to a dressing room. She seemed baffled by Elain's insistence that she could dress by herself, but left her alone nonetheless. It did not escape her that the woman had never asked for her name, leading her to wonder how much she really knew about Eris. How much she knew about guests that must remain anonymous.

The first time Elain looked in the mirror it startled her. She forgot Eris had glamoured her, though the changes were not as drastic as his. The curve of her nose and lips had tilted, eyebrows thicker and straighter, and her eyes shifted more towards a solid green than her own hazel. It was unsettling, though the girl who stared back at her was pretty.

Elain had planned to show each choice to Eris and let him choose. It was his money, after all. But she lost her nerve after slipping the first dress over her head. A moss green silk gown with cut outs around the waist and translucent gossamer sleeves. The skirt hugged her hips and flared out at the knees, a train of shining fabric falling behind her. It was beautiful and skillfully made. But she was not brave enough for the plunging neckline and skin-tight bodice.

She made her way through the rack of dresses, each one-of-a-kind in some gorgeous jewel toned fabric. When she found one that she loved, it took her a long moment of staring in the mirror until she gathered enough courage to leave the dressing room.

It was not anything as revealing as her sisters might choose, but it was tighter and showier than anything she'd normally go for. The plum-colored velvet gown had a full shirt with slits up each side, inching dangerously high on her thighs. The bodice laced up like a corset, the square neckline framing her cleavage with shimmering golden lace. Over the whole gown, swirls of beadwork caught the light and glowed like gemstones. The back dipped low, threatening to expose the dimples at the end of her spine.

"Well?" Elain appeared before Eris, wringing her hands in nervousness.

Eris's eyes snapped up from the newspaper in his lap, his gaze dragging slowly down her body. As if memorizing every detail. He swallowed hard before clearing his throat and announcing, "It's perfect."

Elain padded to stand before the mirror. Eris appeared behind her, dutifully clasping his hands behind his back.

"And what do you think?" He asked, eyeing her furrowed brow.

"It's a bit more...scandalous than I'd usually choose," She said, turning to side and letting the slit in the skirt expose the length of her leg.

"Well we are hoping to cause a bit of a scandal, no?" He flashed a wild, crooked grin.

"I suppose you'll be baring your back in solidarity?" Elain watched him in the mirror, his eyes drifting up and down her form.

"As I promised." Eris laughed, "Now you just need a dagger to match. There's a shop a few doors down-"

"No," The words came out before Elain knew she had wanted to say them. "I want it to be yours."

Eris's eyebrows arched high, a little of his glamour fell and let a few flames through. They burned into her, blush creeping across her chest under the golden lace.

"I want the dagger to be yours. I want to-to have something of yours," Elain stammered.

Eris's eyes were on hers in the reflection. She watched them darken, a muscle in his jaw twitching. One of his hands, despite his best efforts to behave, reached out to rest on her exposed thigh, fingers brushing just underneath the velvet fabric.

"I'll give you a dagger of mine," He purred into her ear, deep voice rumbling in his chest, "if you'll promise to wear it here."

Elain's stomach fluttered, skin heating under his touch.

"Promise," She whispered.

"Go change, little dove," Eris whispered, giving her a gentle nudge.

It took her just a moment to return to herself, to resist the urge to lean her back against him and let his lips brush her neck. Perhaps they would, before their time together was over. And perhaps she was terrible and wicked for wishing such a thing. She moved towards the dressing room as if in a trance.

Elain managed to collect herself before returning to Eris, shoving down the butterflies in her stomach and fanning her face to cool her skin. Eris stood at the counter chatting with the seamstress, No sign of the hunger that had gripped his features before. They had found a pair of matching shoes and enchanted them to fit Elain's size.

"Eris," Elain said as they gathered their bags and boxes.

"Yes?"

"You are not buying me anything else today."

"I refuse to be ashamed of my love for buying things," He proclaimed, "Just dinner, and then we go home."

"Just dinner," Elain repeated firmly.

"And maybe dessert," He grinned.

"Eris," Elain groaned at him but he just smirked.

Eris took her to the edge of a village, leading her to a restaurant with walls of full-length windows. The waiter led them to their own room in the back, a cozy booth tucked into an alcove of glass. A little faelight, encased in a dome of glass, sat on the center of the table. The heavy snowflakes just outside caught the light and glittered as they fell.

"My favorite thing about this place," Eris said after the waiter had left them, "Is that they decide your order for you and have it sent to your table. You don't have to talk to anyone for your whole meal."

Eris tapped the faelight on the table and two mugs of hot chocolate materialized, garnished with whipped cream and chocolate snowflakes.

Elain's heart hammered in her chest. Of course, he had to look gorgeous in the dim light, every handsome characteristic accentuated by the fae light. He had dropped his disguise, the full force of his beauty hitting her like a rough wave. He smiled like he knew what she was thinking, and Elain wondered if it was a good thing or a bad thing that no one would return to wait their table. No buffer for her to insist on propriety in front of.

Because the most troubling thing of this whole ordeal was how easy it all was. Easy to talk, easy to flirt, and so very easy to want him.

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ink-flavored · 7 months ago

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OC Questionnaire Tag Game

I was tagged by two people for this one, so thank you to @leahnardo-da-veggie & @ink-enchanted!

Rules: Answer 3 questions in your OC's voice and then give the next player 3 different questions to answer.

I have six questions because I was tagged twice, so I'll put my answers under the cut and do everything else right up top

Tagging: @foxys-fantasy-tales @jezifster @bargainbincheese @friendlyshaped @saintarthur01 @hallwriteblr and anyone else who wants to play!

Your Questions

Do you miss someone?

Are you more selfless or self-centered?

How many hot dogs do you think you could eat in one sitting?

My turn! I'll answer these for Pride, Justice, Henry, and Priscilla.

My Questions

Which of the 7 deadly sins are you?

What is something you cannot live without?

If you are the "good guy", what, if anything, could make you switch to the "bad side"? If you are the "bad guy", what, if anything, could make you switch to the "good side"?

If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?

What is your most treasured possession?

Do you think you could win in a fight against your nemesis?

Which of the 7 Deadly Sins are you?

Pride: "You're fucking kidding me, right? Like, you're joking?"

Justice: "Uh... I don't like to think about it, sorry."

Henry: "Every man has his vice... Most people would guess greed, and I suppose they'd be onto something."

Priscilla: "Wrath. 💞"

What is something you cannot live without?

Pride: "Weed. It's proof that humans can do one thing right."

Justice: "People. The people I love. I wouldn't be anywhere without them."

Henry: "The farm. Percy'll get onto me for saying it, but I can't imagine ever living in any automobile-choked city again."

Priscilla: "I never go anywhere without the lovely engraved pistol Henry gave me for our first anniversary."

If you are the "good guy", what, if anything, could make you switch to the "bad side"? If you are the "bad guy", what, if anything, could make you switch to the "good side"?

Pride: "I'm gonna need the Big G to personally descend from His throne of gold and suck my dick before I even consider that. And I don't have a dick, so we're all gonna be waiting a long ass time."

Justice: "Depending on who you ask, I've already gone to the 'bad side', and the catalyst, for me, was trying to stop an injustice. To them, I prevented a good deed on purpose. I want to believe I'm still 'good', but I think it's all relative. No one wants to believe they're evil."

Henry: "Maybe if it ever stops being damn good business to be the bad guy, I'll hang up my hat."

Priscilla: "When the world gives back everything it's taken from me."

If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?

Pride: "I dunno... for my life to not suck?"

Justice: "Peace and understanding between people. It wouldn't fix everything, but it would go a long way."

Henry: "Enough acreage to board horses. Now that's good business."

Priscilla: "Darling, if you tell someone what you wish for it won't come true!"

What is your most treasured possession?

Pride: "Dante let me have some of their paints they didn't want. I've used them up now, but... yeah."

Justice: "My reading glasses! They don't actually do anything, but they're fun to wear."

Henry: "The dogs."

Priscilla: "This is cheating a bit, but our dogs are simply the most precious things I could possibly think of."

Do you think you could win in a fight against your nemesis?

Pride: "Abso-fuckin-lutely."

Justice: "I don't really have one. I guess the concept of injustice is my nemesis, in which case... I'm doing my best?"

Henry: "I'd rather not get close enough to find out."

Priscilla: "Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult. I've gotten this far, after all."

#annika talks #ask game #Pride #Justice #Henry #Priscilla

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herrscherrofyatta · 2 years ago

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Hi! I saw your post about what you write for, and i was wondering if you could do some pure vanilla angst? (since he shares the same voice acter with dainsleif, so it means they both need some angst made) Maybe an AU where instead of white lily turning evil maybe its pure vanilla?

after this request i'm going to request a dainsleif angst next!(if it's not closed by then) Stay safe, sleep well, and eat well!

Of course! I love angst, especially if it's pure vanilla angst. There's never enough Pure Vanilla and Dainsleif angst here. Any type of angst is allowed here after all, that's why I'm here lol

I hope you don't mind me going off some scenarios I have saved from TikTok, off my angst playlist more specifically ✨

I'm not creative enough to think of a new name for Evil PV so I'll just go with Dark Enchantress Cookie, that's how he'll be called, just a heads up!!

Staring at the old buildings with no emotion in your blank eyes, Ginger Brave's voice is heard behind you, the other members of his group talking among themselves, "what's wrong?" He asks as you slowly shake your head.

"No, nothing." You walk ahead of everyone, seeing a familiar greenhouse in the distance.

The magic school you attended all those years ago with White Lily and him, it seems like it was abandoned as you head towards it, despite all the overgrown bushes and leaves, you remember your time here.

Stepping in front of it, the other cookies soon arrive as well. After they went inside, you stood outside, looking around before hearing what seemed like faint footsteps and your eyes caught a glimpse of him that made your eyes widened.

Following what you just saw, your steps began slowly until you broke out into a sprint, trying to catch up to him.

—

Gingerbrave and his friends wander around the abandoned magic school, trying to find (Y/n) cookie who are nowhere in sight, "maybe they went they saw something?" Strawberry cookie said nervously.

He looks over at Wizard cookie, "do you know anything about (Y/n) cookie?" The cookie knew about the ancients better than him so, Wizard cookie lets out a hum.

Slowing his eyes to think, "they were also an ancient cookie like White Lily cookie and Pure Vanilla cookie, so a great cookie indeed." He finishes off as GingerBrave averts his eyes, he remembers how (Y/n) cookie was also a part of the memories they saw earlier.

'Me and (N/n) Cookie would be delighted if we could study together with you, isn't that right?' Pure Vanilla turns his head to the side to indicate that you were there next to him. There's a silence before Pure Vanilla's face grew even brighter as White Lily cookie gives them an unsure look.

As they were all gathering past memories and fighting the enemies that still roamed the abandoned school until they spotted the very cookie they were missing just a good distance from them. "(Y/n) cookie! There you are!"

You flinched at the sudden voice from behind as you looked back, the bow you were holding has a strong grip before you heard those footsteps again and a soft, gentle voice made you turn away from the group, the yelling of your name echoing behind as you run.

'(Y/N)! NO!' You're shoved to the side, Pure Vanilla took the blow that was directed to you by the dragon being ridden by Dark Enchantress Cookie as he lets out an evil laugh at the sight of Pure Vanilla rolling to the side, heavy injuries visible on him.

'Pure Vanilla, (Y/n)!' You hear White Lily cookie scream as you reach your friend, cradling him in your arms as you fumble with your words.

'This is where you cookies will meet your ends!' Dark Enchantress Cookie yells as the dragon attacks, the last thing you did was hug Pure Vanilla harder, trying to protect him with your body then everything went black.

Reach the top of the stairs, Ginger Brave and his friends see you standing there, staring at something before you drop your bow and running towards the encased person in what seems to be in the shape of a glass wizard hat.

Your eyes shimmer with tears as you hold up a sob that threatens to escape your lips as you carefully place your hands on the glass, glossy eyes looking at Pure Vanilla's figure who stares back at you with a troubled look on his face.

"...(y/n)? What...are you doing here?" He says in a tiny voice, one that you recognize as you focus yourself to stand. "I...." He shakes his head, "you need to leave, now."

Taking a step back, you scan the glass, trying to find a way to break it and set him free.

The rest of the cookies come over and Gingerbread does a little speech just as you succeed in breaking what held Pure Vanilla caged in.

As you prepare to catch him, the glass breaks but instead of Pure Vanilla being there, it's someone else that makes you frozen in place.

Eyes glued on the cookie behind Pure Vanilla as he yells at you to leave quickly.

Dark Enchantress Cookie grits his teeth as the sight of former self, swinging his staff at it, "get rid of that weak thing," and you barely pull Pure Vanilla towards you, tugging on his robes making him land onto you.

"Oof!" Gingerbrave and his friends quickly get in front of you two, preparing to either talk it out or prepare for battle.

I guess you could guess what happens next.

Glancing down at Pure Vanilla who was in your arms, your eyes watch him before glancing back at the evil cookie in front of you.

And it clicked.

"Ahh!?" You hear the cookies cry out in pain as the dragon manages to take down all of them.

Standing up, you feel Pure Vanilla grasp your hand, as if telling you not to go and not fight alone. If Darkness Enchantress Cookie managed to defeat you and the rest of your friends back then, you stand no chance alone.

"Still..." You take off his hand as the dragon finally focuses on you, blasting fire as you stand in front of Pure Vanilla, how in hand as you point an arrow.

"It's my turn to protect you," you say, aiming for the cookie on the dragon as he glares at you with such hatred before his eyes are full of anger and hatred is replaced with confusion when he notices that you are aiming at him rather than the dragon.

The fire blast is heading towards you at a fast speed as his eyes widened, reaching out towards you as if on instinct, "even if....it's just an illusion."

"What are you doing!?"

He yells.

Gingerbrave screams out, smoke emerging from where you stood, no sound coming from you as the smoke finally clears up.

There you were, shielding Pure Vanilla before slowly dropping to the floor, motionless as the healer sat there shocked at what he just witnessed before he disappears.

A ghost of the past, that's what he was, a ghost of Dark Enchantress Cookie's past.

Yet, you protected him knowing he wasn't real since his real, present self was the one in front of you all.

Custard cookie III quickly runs to you, trying to heal the heavy injuries on your crumbling body.

"I-I can't, nothing's working." The young cookie says, as the rest of his friends are resuming the battle. He sees that your eyes flutter open for a bit as you mumble out a few words.

"....pure vanilla...save him...please.." you weakly look up before passing out again, a couple of cracks appear on the side of your face.

Luckily your arrow managed to take down the cookie off the dragon, letting everyone attack him before he manages to retreat. But not without giving a final glance as the young cookies surround your body.

Thank you for sending in your request!!!

Masterlist

#cookie run kingdom x reader #crk pure vanilla cookie #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk x reader #cr kingdom #crk headcanons #pure vanilla x reader #pure vanilla my beloved #pure vanilla cookie #angst #pure vanilla crk

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horizon-verizon · 1 year ago

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I’ve always disliked Rhaena. She was a terrible, neglectful mother to her daughter and an abusive, cheating wife to Androw Farman.

*EDITED POST* (9/1/24)

Response to this post HERE.

The same guy who killed what seems to be a teenage girl because his wife came to hate him and wouldn't allow him to accrue more power or esteem through her position yet also wanted her to become politically subordinate to her out of jealousy and a fragile ego? Sure, let's go through this.

blankwhiteshield says this:

You can have an irredeemable and evil character that the patriarchy still suppresses and affects the psychology of immensely, rendering her a bigger monster. The commentary on the destructive capacity of static social constructs is not lost as a result. A character can turn into the devil of the story due to a world that ceaselessly strips her of her humanity, as well as as a result of the choices she actively makes.

And Rhaena was never actually evil or abusive or anything like these things BEFORE she's forced to marry Maegor, etc.

Her History (and a Pseudo-Summary of Later Explanations)

I perceive Rhaena to have been sensitive in her youth and then grew more bitter from the slights & abuses against her. The hurt becomes the hurter. It started as ner needing to be away from people towards the end of her life, especially when they expressed they didn't want her around and they had been with her intimately (romantic, familial, or platonic).

Though she started shy and always preferred to be either alone or with close friends, it is that reservedness that makes her value her bonds with a select group of people that makes their dismissals or betrayals hurt that much worse. Thus her lashing out, her brooding, her solitary runs, and her cold "bloodthirstiness" against Androw after she realizes he killed all her remaining friends. All ways for her to collect her perenially crushed dignity.

She marries Androw just to be close to Elissa and she never mistreats Androw until Elissa leaves. Then she lashes out, because this is already on top of all the other betrayals that happened before she ever met either of them.

It's very easy to accuse her of flagrant abuse when you erase context or leave shit out. She ticks off 3 of 8 behaviors of emotional abuse (in italics):

threats

insults

constant monitoring

excessive jealousy

manipulation

humiliation & ridiculing

intimidation

dismissiveness

But if every argument or insult between any sort of relationship doesn't have insults or some level of dismissiveness, and then humiliation when these things go unaddressed properly for some time, I'll eat my hat. You'd be lying. Are all relationships (platonic or otherwise) abusive, then?

And we know that it would have continued. The details we get, she:

continued to accuse/suspect him of helping Elissa run away and steal her dragon eggs

said that the "wrong Farman" ran away

laughed after her ladies laughed when he requested to replace a man named Bullock as the garrison commander

mocked him when she said how he couldn't stay on a dragon even if he tried after he declared they'd go together to the dying Alyssa

...but also does this or the women making fun of the man (more on that later) merit MASS femicide and killing kids for your own growing self-loathing AND does Rhaena's actions actually have terrible wide-range consequences for those outside of her small group?

(Reminder, femicide is different from just killing a woman. Femicide is killing a person because they are a woman and you wish to display dominance in destroying a woman & instilling their inferiority or subservient position to oneself, to punish her for straying from that role. Again, I explain how Androw falls under a femicidal person.)

Of course, Elissa left bc Rhaena already was in her state of bitterness and to kickstart her sailor-captain-adventurer dreams. However, if we argue that Rhaena shouldn't have put down a grown man's self-esteem and hurt both her lover & daughter so she could feel more in control...shouldn't we hold Androw Farman accountable for his crimes in response to those put-downs and slights?

I think that the strength of Rhaena's writing is how human she is and is allowed to be by the narrative while showcasing how she pulled others into her misery with no coddling nor outright subtextual disgust.

In Rhaena, we get the raised question of what do we do with a victim who's BOTH fallen into darkness and then faces more of the similar thing they resented or has pushed them into the darkness? We also see the beginnings and consequences of female Targ abuse. I think we can appreciate Rhaena as a layered female character with many faults developed from abuses or ignoring those abuses, exacerbated over time while being the center of a story within a major one. Something we don't get often enough for women.

In Rhaena, we're getting a very detailed look into non-ideal motherhood, womanhood, and victimhood--from her and those she hurt. But a very real one.

She clearly has loyalty to her own family and house, cares about her kids as a mother (look below), but also seeks out any sort of compensation or some sort of justice for the suffering and sidelining that came from being a woman, and a woman in the wrong place of history AND being a female Targ.

She is quite literally our first account of what being a female Targaryen princess/royal family member is like (Alyssa Velaryon does not grow up royal or a Targ). She foreshadows & heralds the exclusionary/oppressive fates of Targ women, especially under war, and shows us the one way a woman (does not or cannot) deal with the fallout & decisions of others.

(Check out the quote way below of her criticizing her mother's decision to marry Rogar despite Rogar having abandoned Aegon when he battled Maegor above the God's Eye).

We remember that her brother Aegon was named heir over her despite her being the oldest child of Alyssa & Aenys. She did not complain or protest at this because she grew up in this patriarchal society and lived more or less privileged, surrounded by a lot of so-s-so--to great female friends as a princess and expecting to become Queen Consort one day, with the new family she grew with said husband. She is also the one to give her siblings Jaehaerys and Alysanne the eggs of the dragons they have while they are still in their cradles.

That all ends with her uncle usurping her husband, which is ironic because, again, she is the oldest AND she wanted to leave to protect their twins. So we should understand that at one point she came to the idea that her life could have been totally different if she had been Queen/heir apparent, as a succession crisis still occurred.

Then she's forced to marry that same uncle who she probably believes betrayed not only his rightful king but his entire family through the murder of her brother-husband, the "marriage", threatening her daughters, and killing her brother (Viserys). And of course, Maegor would have raped her through the entirety of their forced marriage. Later on, her mother aids Jaehaerys in further passing her over for another son--yes partly for the survival of all her surviving kids, but again it's not so much Alyssa as much as the passing over after all Rhaena was forced to give up (below). Alyssa and Rogar explicitly planned against the possibility of her becoming a regent for one of her daughters (as they both were thought as Aegon's heirs) ["The Year of the Three Brides -- 49 A.C."]:

I don't know if she, in real-time, understood that this was the reasoning behind Rogar & Alyssa's thinking, but either way, she looks like she observed that she was being treated as more of a threat than someone Alyssa gave birth to and someone who would have done anything for her family. Her claim became the thing her family used against her. And she became more and more resentful of the exclusion and "subtle" betrayals/sidelining.

And was it truly Alyssa's fear, or Rogar's, that Rhaena would come back to wrest power through her daughter? Who is the one to try to kidnap Rhaella and force her to "confess" that she is Aerea after he failed to get Aerea or convince the others to back his plans to usurp Jaehaerys? Rogar!

More likely, he convinced Alyssa that this was the case so he'd be more in control and isolate/distance Rhaena from her family. She saw through him before anyone else! ("Prince into King"):

Her and Jaehaerys, his making it clear that she would not gain Dragonstone based on her own autonomous claim to the throne but on his permission as king--have their own sort of betrayal, even though he had his own pressures to show others his strength and authority he could be a "tough but fair" king. Again, she didn't ask for the throne, but the thing that would be given to who is the next in line to the throne.

At this point, Aerea was Jaehaery's heir presumptive (not "apparent"). Jaehaerys had no children and Rhaena had just come from the machinations of the Lannisters--her moving into Dragonstone and being recognized as one with a claim would have given her more power against those seeking to use her. Plus, again, her daughter was considered Jae's heir. Hence, when Jae took that last dignity/remnant of something that could-have-been from Rhaena, she sought to claim back her own daughter...especially since she might have known that Jae would just eventually sideline Aerea if/once he had kids. (From her perspective)

Jaehaerys took her asking for Dragonstone as an indirect challenge to himself (not that she was opposing him so much as her doing it at all reminds others that because she is the eldest of Aenys' children, others around them could advocate or use her despite her being female....just as Rogar tried to when he tried to usurp Jaehaerys), and I think Rhaena was offended by his even thinking to suspect or throw out a hint of accusation. As well as his extra pains to make sure she was his subject and not his equal or peer in the full eyes of everyone. There is where she'd feel humiliated simultaneously.

Yes, Jaehaerys was trying to solidify his place in a time when people doubted him right after defeating Maegor, but it is not about him so much as him distrusting her. With her history. Doing it purposefully in front of "outsiders" and potential betrayers (Rogar and the other courtier & nobles) looking for any weaknesses--as if she were not family, as if she weren't the one who gave him his egg as a baby as if she'd actually care enough to try to usurp him. Why not talk to her beforehand, get her into a conversation about their plans going forward so he could broadcast his own control. Thus also strengthening the idea of her symbolic outcast-enemy status to the public. For all Rhaena's self-retreats and brooding, she had much to brood about.

In other words, kinda like Maegor (for it would remind her of Maegor, I think) Jae chose power over family...or really, he was very shortsighted when it came to a problem like this, chose to take advantage of his female relatives while also excluding them from most political decisions and chose the easier, exclusionist way (bc against, he continues this into his death, alienating most of his female family members but also opening the way to the Dance through that exclusion or sidelining).

With Alyssa, his mother becoming his regent and marrying the man who would have usurped him through his connection to Alyssa, I also think that he saw it better for him to consolidate power away from his female relatives bc they could marry men who'd compete with him.

Even with Alysanne, you can see where he reaped the benefit of her intellect, or would have ignored some of her claims and demands if she hadn't been the right kind of insistent (the drinking water of KL).

Her Marriage & Androw's Character

She definitely "cheated" if you define cheating as going out for a partner whilst having another on a monogamous relationship despite only marrying them for security, but I don't really feel she should be shamed in the same way we should shame Robert Baratheon, Aegon II & IV, Aerys II, and just ASoIaF men in general for cheating. I do not care that Cersei cheated on Robert multiple times, she cheats for feelings of safety and affirmation, to have bodily autonomy; he does because he can and feels like it's his male-given entitlement.

Even if Robert didn't abuse Cersei, I wouldn't care about her cheating versus his cheating because Cersei, while she definitely has her ego, cheats to reaffirm the autonomy ignored since childhood AND to try to use her lovers to her own political advantage during her marriage to him. That and how the marriage itself is an arrangement for politics, not for love or intimacy AND women are expected to not practice the same sexual freedoms men do, not even allowed to have their own lovers without ruining their reputations and social value. She also might (and this is a big might) have stayed faithful or devoted to Robert (or at least would feel some guilt in her affairs) if not for his clear preference for Lyanna AND his philandering throughout their marriage. It comes from a need to have the power men have in her society. Again, Robert cheats on Cersei because he just feels like it and thinks he's entitled as a man/king and feels Cersei is second fiddle to a dead girl who wanted nothing to do with him but he'd never accept that if he had known and likely still would have cheated on if they married bc cheating in general for him is a right. Cersei is from the thought that she should have that kind of power, that entitlement, and though she does not, she will claim it and also do it for her kids' sake....too bad that her classism and cruelty far outstrip her own perception of her capabilities.

The other thing is that Rhaena was very likely a lesbian who could sleep with a man if she was "asked nicely" for politics if the husband was pleasant enough, and/or if it benefited a relative as long as it also didn't ruin her autonomy, esp after Maegor. People of the same sex cannot marry each other even in Dorne, and they can't openly live together as a couple. And if she wasn't lesbian, she'd still be a bisexual woman who got her most important and most positive relationships from those with women. When that happens, romance, sexual desire, and platonic love can and often blur. Especially when there is no safe room to really explore/reflect on those feelings in one's youth or adulthood.

And of course, she fell in love with Elissa and wanted to be close to her.

What exactly could she have done except use marriage as her cover? Yeah, that's unfortunate for Androw, who probably thought that she was in it for him and romance (he wasn't very bright, too), but his feelings don't invalidate or erase the conditions I've described nor do they really compare or level with Rhaena's position as a wlw woman. The condition of entrapment for a woman like Rhaena. Esp with her history of family abandoning her, she probably felt she needed to "ensure" being close "enough" to Elissa through marriage to her brother.

Rhaena says this of why she married Androw ("A Surfeit of Rulers"):

I do not think their marriage was ever a real one, in terms of romance or having a close bond ("Birth, Death, and Betrayal"):

Though they began as pleasant acquaintances, she always had stronger love and care for his sister, not him. Rhaena knew that she'd be pressured into remarrying even after Maegor's death to shore up Jaehaerys' (really Rogar's authority and stake in Jaehaerys' rule) own power through connections to specific families. This is why Rogar was angry when she married without his permission.

He even was already choosing people of his own family to arrange a marriage b/t her and them for his own power! ("The Year of the Three Brides-49 A.C."):

So her rationale & goals in marrying Androw: If she had to be married, she would choose the guy who she thought wouldn't make things difficult and oppressive for her, which includes marrying a guy far beneath her powers and rank PLUS an easygoing guy. Remember how she rails at Rogar for basically consigning her mother, Alyssa Velaryon, to death instead of just being happy with the male child she managed to birth to him before? Her disapproval of Jaehaerys for dismissing her with Dragonstone, his castigation of her threatening Franklyn Farman even though he's the one who told her he would just throw out Aerea if she ever appeared just as he did to her. Maegor's forcing her to marry him and raping her for months, the fear she could have lived with all those months.

She did not marry him to love him nor hurt him intentionally, but she married him to avoid marrying a man who could drag her into heated political conflicts and to be closer to Elissa without it causing too much suspicion/to keep female intimacy without suffering patriarchal violence. Androw was placidly kind (in the beginning and what she thought) and didn't ask as much from her as other noblemen would have. Until later...

Androw became (or failed to hide that internalized envy and inferiority complex) the very sort of man she tried to avoid, incel-like. Here is a quote of him and his justification for killing all her friends ("Birth, Death, and Betrayal Under King Jaehaerys I"):

Meanwhile, these are descriptions of Androw as a person both before and a little after his marriage to her:

A lot of emphasis was placed on his:

his lack of really wanting adventure, the opposite of his sister whom Rhaena loved and preferred just as a companion (their incompatibility, not just his inferiority and lack of appeal) -- his incompetence as either a warrior or a "learned" man. going back to the inferiority part, let's be real, how much appeal does a person with no talent NOR any ambition have? If you don't have talent, at least have intelligence or curiosity or ambition. If not the last one, at least some of the others. And he's illiterate so no discussions about stuff they could read, has no hobbies to speak of or that we see. It's not just Rhaena who sees no appeal in him; apart from seeing that he is powerless in Dragonstone bc Rhaena shows her indifference to him, others around Androw have not been his friend or whatever for ALL of his life. Again, he's not that impressive of a person.

And he never seemed to really care or notice this (or expressed such) until people began to really mock and disregard him on these things alone and he was outside of his own birth home, where he'd not really experience people making fun of him probably bc his brother and father would not have allowed it, or he wasn't so much in people's view for them to dwell on his shortcomings.

Mark that part about him spending his time in the room with the Painted Table with the map of Westeros. He started to dream of conquests or those masculinized activities of power and domination.

The women weren't just mocking him without observing a legitimate change in him, as cruel as the book (written by male maesters) tells us they were about it. They were mocking him bc they see him try so hard to grasp power when he has little to no qulaification and has put no real energy when he should have, has enjoyed actually being a kept man before but now wants to act "tough", how ill-suited he is to it--too obviously try to show he's the "boss", the "man"--for not understanding/accepting who has the real power (Rhaena); AND probably bc they are so used to seeing a man have all the power and are enjoying the reversal, their advantage over him.

While one may think that it's understandable and justified for him to want more respect or power in a place where people constantly denigrate him...

again, it was beyond obvious he wanted power bc he wanted respect that he seemed to have never noticed was never there until he moved away from his father's protection--but he had multiple opps to learn to read, ride horses, , etc. and even IF he had some mental disability, he expected others to believe he COULD lead bc he was male. He expected that Rhaena WOULD want more kids and care to allow him her body because he was her husband/a male. Neurodivergent or mentally disabled people do not get an automatic pass for misogyny. (Rhaenyra ruled Dragonstone for years, was beside Viserys for some years before her DRGSTN rule and observed him/the council and at least was appointed a leadership role, so yes she was at least bare min "qualified" in Westerosi standards except for her gender) AND

what he does to get revenge and get back control doesn't match the wrong(s) and was itself misogyny-motivated AND again, he was already turning to the feudalist hypermasculine ideal of violence against women and children as a way towards "dignity"...something that Aemond will grow up as part of his male, princely entitlement in his own mass/spree murders and subjugation in the riverlands.

Mind you, he decided to kill only the women around Rhaena, not any of those men who the maester said also mocked him.

Here are 2 quotes about that ("Birth, Death, and Betrayal Under King Jaehaerys I"):

And this is what he says to her after she is hugging the corpse of her cousin and youngest companion, Lianna Velaryon:

So why is he an incel? Because he feels he is entitled to her time, body, and company even to the moment where he kills all her friends for being her friends and not "respecting" him, though they were never a real couple; like Rogar to Alyssa (who had been castigating her until he finally insults her in front of the council when he proposed usurping Jaehaerys), Androw wants to be the lord to his wife instead of the husband to her "over"-lady. He wanted that traditional, patriarchal dynamic, and what's so absurd is that he expected it after all those months of being married to her...instead of thinking about that before marrying her, when she had been a Queen Dowager and showed her personality at his home island.

Now, this is not to say Rhaena should have let her daughter splash shit water on his head without suitable punishment since he hadn't done anything at that point to either her or Aerea to warrant such anger that the book tells us. It's saying that:

she already grew to distrust men of her not being able to deal w/the sexism...once more, we need to remember that Maegor raped her & threatened her child's life

her distaste for him grew because she couldn't stand his Elissa-like face

there may have been some words b/t them when they fought the two times they fought she could never forgive (we don't know for sure bc we aren't privy to that from the book but it is a possibility)

she suspected him of helping Elissa take Dreamfyre's eggs bc she knew that he was likely to help his own sister, they weren't close themselves, she and Elissa were on the rocks, AND he probably was already showing signs of jealousy at their bond...too eager to establish something she could never have with him

and as a result, she withdrew into her circle of women, those she had always been able to find some sort of substantive emotional support and less unpleasant surprises -- thus her further distancing from him and refusal to really castigate her people from disrespecting him

he either developed an inferiority complex after being mocked OR he always had one but it really got triggered when Elissa's absence made him more aware of how others thought he was out of Rhaena's league and disrespected him on his own lack of those qualities that his society expects of an aristocratic man

Add the boiling pain and betrayal above and you have a person who can't tolerate their husband, another person asking things of her or who w/could.

Retrospectively, I also headcanon that Rhaena felt this envy growing in him whenever they were together and this was one more reason for her to separate herself from him. That he made some sort of demands from her to treat him more like Andal women are expected to treat/think of their husbands as their masters or directors...despite her outranking him (if not in powers but in the title), their seemingly non-close relationship, and his seemingly being fine enough with that to even agree to marry her in the first place.

Androw wasn't a helpless child. He seemed content until they had to leave Fair Isle on his own brother's orders and was more exposed to others' thoughts of his subparness. Despite the rank, Rhaena can't do much for a person who doesn't attempt to self-improve (it's told the maester was the one who tried to get him to at least be more learned). And she felt she shouldn't have to, bc again he wasn't a kid and she probably felt she gave/worked enough for the wrong people.

Rhaena as a Mother

Apparently, or maybe, Rhaena was never a child person. However, remember that this is the same woman who:

begged her brother-husband to run to Essos to take their kids away & protect them from Maegor, specifically stating she prioritized the girls' lives over his claim, the latter of which she had already said she prioritized over her own life

laid her life on the line to protect her two daughters from Maegor by disguising them and voluntarily entering KL/the Red Keep to be married off to him, even with no expressed protest....also accepted the chance she'd be tortured

in her forced wedding, saw that her kids were taken nonetheless and let go of any thoughts of really going against Maegor while they were hostages -- and thus had to live as hostage herself to her uncle for months

spent an entire year or so on Dreamfyre looking for Aerea when she ran off with Balerion or in a sort of guilt-desperate state...in spite of her condemnations of Aerea taking & bonding with her father's "killer" AND before that, yes "raged" but also not being able to sleep after Aerea's disappearance

Adding to how she has spent a long time apart from her own kids for their safety AND was already less inclined to want to interact with kids in general, her kids may have become "less" her own while she brooded over her other family. now you've got a very complicatedly angry and emotionally repressed person as a parent.

Yes, she eventually stifles Aerea in her anger at her siblings and mother, hatred for Rogar and refuses to even consider how the girl feels about her leaving what she thought of as home. Only to ignore her most of the time unless it is to yell at her for her disruptions and troublemaking. And her other daughter tells her that she might not have been a great mom, but she was glad to be her daughter if only to become a septa and "serve" the Mother (one of the Seven).

These are valid conclusions and worth being frustrated with her. I just hope that we're not looking at her as if she were an evil entity for the sake of being that way or because she was "just" selfish. I happen to think she was in the wrong time with the wrong people and no idea of how to get them to really acknowledge her own crap, so she chose to cope by ignoring them and barrel over her own emotions.

She seemed to already have the sort of inclination or predisposition where she compartmentalizes her feelings until the danger passes or when she's insulted. And the more times she gets insulted or put into danger, she claims up and tried to maintain her dignity. When someone asked her why she didn't cry over Aegon's death, how she "coldly" goes through the wedding when Tyanna insults her and brings out her kids, how she talks to Franklyn Farman, how she sullenly warns Jaehaerys about trusting the admiration or regard of the other lords as if she knew he wouldn't listen, and how she points out Jaehaerys' anxiety of her in the same tone.

So with each thing, she became more and more withdrawn while also seeking to keep what she thought she could keep close to her close even if they themselves began to either feel suffocated by her or felt they were losing pieces of their own life (Aerea [being heir presumptive and life built at KL] & Elissa Farman [her dream of being a seas-sailing adventurer]).

And a huge motivation for Elissa to leave Rhaena would have been Rhaena's private hurting her. Why stay & put off your dreams when the person you love has changed so thoroughly as to even (maybe, I headcanon) take it out on you? I don't hate Elissa for leaving Rhaena to start a new life...just for taking the eggs to do it when she knew that it would put Rhaena in a mess with her other family and even could disgrace her in the public eye.

All of Rhaena's self-suppression would come out, built up and vitriolic. And it's important to trace its development so we don't add to that dismissal or misjudge and simplify her.

I also find it fascinating how alike and different Aerea and her are and how they respond to the isolation both experience. Aerea, like Rhaena, grew up expecting to have one of the highest ranks and/or positions of power available in Westeros. Aerea also felt abandoned by her mother when she expresses to Alysanne how she did care her mom's friends died. Aerea also had many friends/acquaintances and was happiest around them. She, like Rhaena, regarded Elissa Farman as one of the most important persons to her and their loneliness, even with Aerea being the one to actually beg Elissa to stay while Rhaena let her leave the second time asking. Both are stubborn and become more and more sullen. And both mistreat others in their loneliness and trying to feel more in control against a relative: Rhaena against Alysanne and Jaehaerys by wanting Aerea back and Aerea throwing poop on Androw as well as pranking and harassing others. Aerea learns from Rhaena, but she eventually just does what Saera hopes she could have done and takes a dragon for her own freedom...tragically ending with her own painful death. While Rhaena did not die as painfully, she does die pretty much alone and miserable in her attempts to get back control. A little less sympathetically as she had more power over Aerea still refused to listen and communicate with her kids, but similar in intentions and thematically. It's also funny how like Jaehaerys she acted here, pushing away a daughter for her own selfish ends to never see them again. At the same time, it was only a matter of time before Aerea was pushed away and out of KL when Jaehaerys finally had children to become his heirs, as many expected and hoped for. As I said in the first section, Aerea was just Jaehaerys' heir "presumptive", not his "apparent" and he seemed very glad to foist her onto Rhaena. What sort of disappointment would Aerea have had if she had stayed and Jaehaerys had kids? Yes, they didn't know that Jaehaerys was fertile and would go on to have many children, but even Maegor would have had kids (if it weren't for Tyanna) the ever-present plans of a monarch and their subjects include children to be their heirs. Whether or not Rhaena felt and anticipated this and acted either for herself or for both her and her daughter or how much she really thought about her daughter's future for its own sake, I believe that it's cool to think about the probability that Aerea would eventually inherit Rhaena's frustrations of being passed over and abandoned, rejected on account of her gender.

Rhaena was a complicated woman. She already didn't have patience with kids but loved her own. She loved her family and was fiercely loyal, but after some abandoned her, she also always tried to claim some dignity for herself and forgot what it was like being a child and/or helpless in the process. Needed a partner who was either as bold or bolder than her, yet used her rank to overpower them into staying with her despite knowing sailing was her dream.

Comparison to HotD!Alicent

Why the comparison? Because I feel someone might bring this up if they took the time to brave my ridiculously long post AND HotD's Alicent also goes through sexual abuse and neglect or abandonment by family. Both's bad problematic behavior toward those they love or have loved comes directly from their abuses, some that stem from societal and familial misogyny. Both do not really consider their friend's/partner's (Rhaenyra and Elissa) needs or desires to feel less lonely or to make power moves. And Alicent of HotD is told to be wlw by some fans, if not lesbian.

However:

HotD Alicent is not well thought out as a character and has more internalized misogyny than Rhaena. Rhaena does not hurt her lover nor wife from wanting to deny her own womanhood, Rhaena has shown to be quite the opposite of a misogynist (threat to Rogar).

HotD!Alicent empowers her male relatives to hurt more people because she feels she has to as a woman basically totally succumb to patriarchal ideology even in her sending that damned note to Rhaenyra, while canon!Rhaena has been trying to keep and get power for herself in spite of the men around her.

Rhaena is not a simple queerbait wlw character, her relationships with women are not queerbait: her sexuality is believable as presented and her relationship with Elissa Farman is obvious because of the background information for both, how they got together, how Rhaena came into her own, why they were attracted to each other...it all is well written, coherent, consistent, and comprehensive.

She is smarter than HotD!Alicent and more aware of the motivations of others around her, and the politics around her as well.

Finally, Rhaena's core motivations remain clear and consistent. No compromising of self-respect while searching for constant, mutual love from her peers.

In other words, Rhaena's life and psychology are written way better and comprehensively than HotD!Alicent's AND she has way less internalized misogyny than Alicent.

Quotes

#1 ("The Sons of the Dragon")