#ignoring it isn't enough I need a sword

[wilcze-kudly]

The agender urge to blow my fucking brains out everytime I see anything related to the Rings of Power

[joshuamj]

man, some people really do just be making wild assumptions about people's intents huh 😔

(keep on seeing people giving the Side Eye to those who want Zelda to be able to wield a sword, and asking them why they want her to be a "Link clone." Like bro. bro. Wanting her to be able to fight doesn't mean that people want her to be a Link clone. This isn't some hidden misogyny or anything like u think. And letting her fight with a sword and shield doesn't automatically make her "basically" link, or make her being the protagonist pointless. like bro Link is more than just his sword. And even if Zelda's combat was identical to Link's, she's still more than that. I genuinely don't get why people keep on saying stuff like this.)

[hikarry]

I'm not really on the team that swears to Jesus and beyond that Crowley lost his memories after the Fall. Yes, of course, he forgot some stuff because, ya know, he has been alive for more than 6000 years and if I don't remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, Satan knows he won't remember every single second of his life, but he remembers the important things

"Ah, but what about him not remembering fighting alongside FurFur or building the thingy with Saraqael?"

Love, I give you two options:

Those are either some of the stuff he didn't consider important enough to remember OR he is just straight up fucking with them. He does remember, but why reveal it if playing dumb sometimes is good in the long run? Might be useful

Alas, I don't know, but I will die on the hill that he does remember

Which means he most probably remembers meeting Aziraphale. Not because Aziraphale was "important" at the time per se, or because it was love at first sight (because it wasnt, not for him. Bro was so focused on the nebula he didnt even introduce himself when Aziraphale did. He threw him a "Right. Nice to meet ya. Anyway, nebula time!"), but because he was there when Crowley created the nebula and, as he said, he had been waiting for that moment since "well, always". It's an important moment for him, so he remembers. Aziraphale just so happened to be present

I don't know if that was the only interaction they had in Heaven or not (and that's not the point I'm trying to get to so I will ignore that problem for a later post, maybe), but when the now Demon Crawley was sent up to the Garden, he did remember Aziraphale. That's why he approached him

Cmon, Crowley isn't stupid. Of course he wouldn't approach an angel on the wall just willy nilly and make conversation. He didn't know Aziraphale had given away the flaming sword yet. Just approaching an angel from behind and morph into a demon next to him out of nowhere could be a death sentence. Or at least an A Line for a good smitting

Yet, he did it. He had at least 3 other angels to choose from but he approached the angel that he remembered from back in the beginning that was kind enough to help him with the engine of the nebula. Hell! I even bet this was not the first time they saw each other in the Garden!

Bet they've seen and observed each other from afar a few times while they interacted with the humans (yes, cause I believe Crawley, before tempting Eve, tried to gain her trust. It's easier to listen to a friend than a random snake) or just around the Garden really.

That's why Aziraphale didn't get surprised when Crawley showed up at the wall, because he knew the demon snake had been around the Garden for a while. He probably even recognized him as the former Star Maker and hoped he was still a little bit of his old self so he allowed himself to engage in conversation

Anyhow, another clue? This:

He remembers how Heaven works. He remembers he was a high ranking angel. Satan, he remembers the bloody passwords!

Do you know what else he remembers?

Cause they didn't throw that line in there for nothing. No, gents. Cmon. Nothing is random in Good Omens

He knows who he was. He remembers being the Star Maker that hung the stars in the sky

He remembers why he fell, for goodness sake

And the fact that he remembers everything makes all of it so much more tragic, doesn't it? He remembers his life before the Fall, his supposed friends that dragged him into the pit with them, what Her love felt like, the "mistakes" he made that led to his Fall

And it must have hurt. It must have hurt so much when he found himself in a pit of boiling sulfur with his wings completely burned and without Her love because he remembered it all. He must have been so bloody confused for so long

He might have regretted it. All the questions and the company he kept that made him Fall. But he doesn't anymore.

He knows he doesn't need Heaven, he doesn't need Hell. They are toxic. All he needs is his pacific fragile existence on Earth with Aziraphale and yet...well, that's something else he won't forget now, is it?

*clears throat*

I rest my case

[swarvey]

how they react to you getting hurt | sdv x g/n reader (part two)

part one

paper rings - harvey x reader

a/n: part two with the rest of the bachelors ! let me know if you guys want to see the bachelorettes <3

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alex

this big softie starts to blame himself when he sees you with scratches and bruises

insists on following you on your adventures from that day forward

pretty much acts as a personal bodyguard for a week

you wince as you rub a disinfectant pad on the large scratch on the side of your arm, thankful your husband isn't due to be home for another couple of hours. he worries enough about you as is — the last thing he needs is something to feed his paranoia, as cute as it is. just as you're about to apply some ointment on your arm, you hear the front door open, alex's familiar voice ringing through the house.

"baby, i'm home!" he calls out, voice as bright as ever. you hear your pet pattering over to greet him. "aw, hey buddy! where's y/n, huh? have you seen 'em?" you swear under your breath as your pet betrays you, leading alex straight towards the bedroom. "are you in there, honey? grams didn't need as much help as i thought—"

you hear him suck in a sharp breath at the sight of you and the first aid kit spread out across the bed.

"i'm fine," you assure. he ignores you, eyes glued to your injured arm as he makes his way to the bed. "seriously, it's not even that bad."

"here, let me do it," he says, and you swear you've never heard him speak so softly. blinking in shock, you hand the bottle of ointment over to him, watching as he gently begins to apply it.

"alex, you're scaring me a bit," you half-joke. he's never been one to be so silent. "it's okay—"

"it's not, though!" your eyes widen as alex looks at you with gleamy eyes. "see, i knew you'd get hurt one day, and i still let you go off and do all these things alone. i should've been there to help you." his head bows in shame, and your heart breaks. "i'm sorry. i'll be by your side next time, i promise."

shaking your head, you wrap your unhurt arm around his neck and pull him into a hug. he gladly hides his face in your shoulder, his arms holding onto your midsection tightly.

"alex, there's nothing to be sorry for," you reassure, rubbing his back to provide some comfort. "this is part of my job, it's what i signed up for." he pulls away suddenly to look at you with serious eyes.

"then quit!" he exclaims. "i'll do it all, you can teach me."

you laugh. "as much as i love you, you are not taking over my grandfather's farm."

"well, i'll just do everything with you, then." alex nods to himself, grabbing the roll of bandages from the kit and beginning to wrap your arm. his eyes widen when he notices the bruises on your legs. "how did this even happen?"

"oh, i was gathering hardwood and some slimes snuck up on me. i fell, but i was able to fight them off." no response. "alex?" a dark look comes over your husband's face.

"get me a sword."

"what?!"

sebastian

seb is one of the bachelors i see respecting your strength the most, always subtly bragging about your fighting skills and the work you do on the farm (sam and abigail are thoroughly impressed)

that being said, he is all the more startled when he sees you limping home from the clinic after nearly passing out from exhaustion

tries to keep his cool, as he always does, but it's hard for him to see the person he cares about the most in pain

"wear the brace for a week, then stop by for another appointment with me so we can see how you're doing," harvey instructs, clasping the brace around your ankle. "drink plenty of water and eat something when you get back. and be mindful while you're working on the farm, i don't want this to be a regular occurrence," he chides.

the doctor had practically dragged you into his office after running into you in front of pierre's, half-conscious as you claimed you just needed some coffee.

"i will," you sigh, using his arm for support as you stand. "thanks, harvey. i owe you."

"no need to worry about that, just get some rest at home. i'm sure sebastian is wondering where you are."

shit. you chew your lip as you slowly make your way back to the farm, trying to find the right words to say to your husband. it's not like you to overwork yourself like this on the farm, but after waking up a bit too late in the morning, you'd found yourself rushing to get everything done. seb had been sound asleep as you worked, but with the sun beginning to set in the sky, you knew he had to be up and waiting for you at home.

sure enough, as you walk towards your front door, you see him already sitting on the front steps, a book in hand. his head quickly turns at the sound of your footsteps.

"you're back! did you have errands to run?" seb asks, setting his book down. "i thought you had a lot to do this morning?"

you hesitate, nodding slowly as you avoid his gaze. "i did," you answer, swallowing. "i was, ah, at the clinic."

"what? why—?" only then does he notice the bags under your eyes and the brace wrapped around your ankle. "hey, what happened?" he walks over to your side, slowly guiding you to the steps and helping you sit down.

"i'm alright," you say, though you unsuccessfully hide your discomfort as you stretch your hurt ankle out. "i twisted my ankle, is all."

"right." you know sebastian well enough to tell when he's worrying; his brow is furrowed, his eyes glued to the ground.

"come on, seb, don't be so dramatic," you joke, shoving him lightly with your shoulder. "it's not like i'm dying." he looks at you suddenly with squinted eyes, as if he's trying to decode your words. "what?"

"people tend to say that when things are worse than they are," he says, looking you up and down. "what really happened?"

"what are you talking about?"

"maybe i'll go talk to harvey." he begins to stand, but you grab his wrist and drag him back down.

"okay, okay!" the last thing you want is for him to take the doctor's words too seriously and put you on a house lockdown. "i just overworked myself in the heat, alright? seriously! harvey said i should be fine with some rest."

"really? that's all?"

"yes."

"all you hurt was your ankle?"

"yes."

"did you set up another appointment with him?"

"yes, seb, i'm fine!" you grab his arm and pull him closer, looking straight into his worried eyes. "look, see? i'm in one piece."

sebastian sighs, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. "i know, you've always been strong," he says, smiling lightly. "just . . . don't overdo it, okay? i'm here to help you, too."

you smile back at him. "i know." you pause. "you know, harvey said i need to lay off the rest of my work today."

"yeah?" seb grins, helping you stand. "what are you thinking?"

you pretend to ponder for a moment. "maybe some dinner and TV? we still have that show we need to catch up on."

he laughs, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you head inside.

"whatever you want, dear."

sam

he thinks you're invincible.

completely freaks out when he sees you actually hurt for the first time

makes you spend the rest of the day in bed and brings you some of his mom's food

(claims it has healing powers)

the sun is still high in the sky when you leave the mines. your plan had been to spend the whole day gathering resources, but after a rough tousle with some monsters, you don't have the energy to keep going. your head is throbbing, and you're mildly aware of the cut on your forehead that finally stopped bleeding.

you make your way across the farm and toward your house, and you can hear sam practicing on his skateboard. you hope you can avoid him, at least until you're able to clean up your injury.

as you open the front door, though, a loud creak fills the air, and you freeze. the sound of the skateboard stops.

"baby, is that you?" sam calls out, walking around to the front porch. you keep your back turned. "did you forget something?"

"uh, no! no, the mines were just a bit empty today, so . . ." you trail off. you turn your head away from him as sam tries to look at your face, but sigh in defeat when he cups your cheek and makes you face him.

immediately, his eyes widen. "you're hurt!"

"i'm fine—"

without another word, sam grabs your hand and drags you inside, bringing you into the bathroom. he spends the next few minutes tenderly cleaning the cut on your forehead, apologizing every time you flinch in pain. then, he brings you to your shared bedroom, covering you in the sheets and bringing you a mug of your favorite drink.

"stay here," he instructs, "i'll be right back." he turns to your pet, tail wagging as it sits at your bedside. "you're in charge while i'm gone, alright? make sure they stay put!" you laugh lightly as sam hurriedly leaves the house, hearing the sound of his skateboard rolling away. you let out a sigh, closing your eyes as you begin to fall asleep.

"baby, wake up."

your eyes open to the sound of your husband beside you once again, holding a bowl of steaming soup.

"i stopped by mom's to get some of her soup. you know i'm not the best cook," he admits, "but you need to eat something with lots of nutrients to get better."

you laugh lightly, gladly letting him feed you the first bite. the warmth of the soup makes you feel already a bit better.

"thank you, sam," you say, looking at him gratefully. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"hey, shouldn't i be saying that?" he jokes, planting a kiss on your cheek. "here, eat up. you need all the strength you can get!"

after you finish eating, you begin to sit up, stretching your arms.

"hey, what are you doing?" sam questions, setting the bowl on your nightstand.

"i need to check on the animals one more time," you sigh, ignoring the ache in your arms. he scoffs, grabbing your arms and sitting you back down in bed.

"right, and just what kind of husband would i be if i let you do that?" he straightens his back and crosses his arms, smiling confidently. "leave it to me!"

"sam."

"yes, dear?"

"do you even know what you'd be checking for?"

he pauses, arms dropping. "right," he says, sighing. "i guess i don't." you laugh, standing back up but grabbing his hand.

"come on, you can be my assistant for tonight."

"yes!"

[namisweatheria]

One Piece means a lot to me as a disabled person, which I think would be pretty surprising to anyone who only has a surface understanding of it. The supposed central theme of "follow your dreams" would be pretty alienating to someone like me, right? It really, really would be, if that's what it was actually about.

However, that ignores that Luffy's dream is to be the most free person in the world. And to attain that goal, the first thing he does is find friends to live life with. Over and over again, from the very beginning, he takes on their burdens, all in the name of being the most free.

Do you see what that would mean to me, as someone who needs more help to get by than is considered culturally normal, to the point that it puts me in a whole socially manufactured category of "other"? Not to mention, because of the infantilization of me due to that category, because of being forced so squarely into the "cared for" role, taking care of other people is deeply meaningful and empowering for me. However, the myths of independence and universal natural ability often make it emotionally difficult for my loved ones to accept that care.

The fear of asking for help, the guilt of being cared for, the weight of someone you loved who could not be as free as you, the insecurity of not contributing enough, the fear that you were born wrong, the self-hatred that says you are not worth the effort, Nami Sanji Zoro Usopp Robin Chopper Ace they all explore the painful obstacles to free connection. Through deeply impactful stories that weave beautifully into the larger one.

All centered around this one person who views loving them and living with them and carrying them as essential to his freedom. Who cannot, for countless reasons, live a normalized life of Structured Relations. Who views exploring and bickering and suffering and laughing with them as the ideal way to live. Who repeatedly puts his life and limbs on the line to do so.

To me, it is an ultimate privilege and freedom to carry other people's burdens. To care for them and live with them. This is central to my whole perspective, and is completely informed by my life experience as a disabled person. I rarely see it reflected back to me. Let alone as powerfully and beautifully as Luffy does.

Nor the other half of it, of wanting to create this life with people in ways that aren't socially normal or approved. Of creating many varied lifelong intimate relations among equals, rather than conforming to the expectation of choosing One Person to live life with and then Creating More.

The utter lack of roles and norms is just as integral and powerful to the exploration of freedom and connection! It is meaningful to me as a queer person, yes, but even this is deeply influenced by my disability. I could never be that One Person, despite everything I have to offer, there is logistically far too much that I cannot do to be someone's equal partner in this society that demands so much from all of us. However, even if I could, I wouldn't want to! It doesn't make any sense to me to only have two people navigate life together on such intimate terms. Can't the demands of society be more comfortably met in a group? Isn't life more fun that way?

We are taught that we can and must do everything ourselves, I just happen to be one of the people that never had a chance to buy into that lie. To learn very early not just the necessity of interdependence, but the joy in it. To learn that it is most comfortably lived with more people involved. To me, close relationships are, love is, a natural extension of that understanding. One Piece celebrates interdependence constantly from the start, while never pretending that it is always easy.

The obstacles to free connection that I mentioned before, they are interspersed throughout the story, and they are always met with "I do the things you can't do, and you do the things I can't do." With, "Of course I can't use swords you dumbass! And I can't cook either! I don't know a damn thing about navigation! And I can't lie!"

These are intentionally impactful moments, and they define the series. I found it very fitting that the Fan Letter focused on a character who was empowered by Nami to feel free and live adventurously despite not being the most physically capable. The character is able by our definition, but the story is very affirming in a disability way, and it was extremely One Piece. I loved how it acknowledged this deep connection between One Piece and the lived reality of disability and celebrated it as integral as it is.

I also believe that absolutely none of this is intentional. It is simply an earnest exploration of human relationships, emotions, and behavior, and it naturally arrives at a radical and disability-affirming viewpoint. Because we are the monkey wrench in the deeply unhealthy (lol) and dominant line of thinking that independence is all. So naturally anything that also disputes that thinking has a disabled-perspective feel to it. The best part is how much it doesn't give a fuck! One Piece is aggressively against conformity in human relationships, in a way that is hard to find in our new world of self-conscious authors.

It's also, you know, the worst part, in terms of all the outrageous bigotry and offensive character design, but god damn it if it doesn't elevate the good parts to unbearable heights. Even the bad character designs can sometimes be more impactful for their intentional "ugliness", when those characters are inevitably taken seriously despite their appearance and the stereotypes they play on, it hits hard every time. I do have a simple hatred for many choices, there is no pay-off for much of the awful problems in numerous character designs and dialogue. But no matter how upset I can be by those things, in the end they can't succeed in pulling me away from One Piece. It's just so crazy and unique and great and terrible and beautiful and I LOVE IT.

[deconstructthesoup]

Personal Ranking of the Fantasy High Moms, From Worst to Best:

Arianwen Abernant: -19999/10. She's not as bad as Angwyn, since she's convinced herself she's a good mother, but her "I just want the best for you" shtick isn't any better, and the fact that she's ignorant about how horrible she is doesn't make up for years of neglect. And she also attempted to rope her daughters into raising a being of pure nightmares because she lost her status, so.

Donna Applebees: 0/10. Conservative, racist, judgmental, only loves her kids conditionally... you get the gist. Also, she's absolutely a Karen.

Hallariel Seacaster: 3/10. Yes, I know, she's a MILF, she's got such an iconic vibe, she's a badass with a sword, but none of that excuses years of being emotionally absent from your son's life. She's not a bad person, but she unfortunately doesn't know how to be a mom. Sorry, Hallariel. I wish I could rank you higher.

The Last Phoenix: 5/10. Bird. She's a bird. We don't know enough about her except for the fact that she is the last phoenix, she started out as a "haha Arthur Aguefort is a crazy motherfucker" gag, and she gave us the incredible gift that is Ayda. I cannot rank her fairly, but given that she is Ayda's mom, she goes on the list.

Roz Last-Name-Unknown: 6/10. Same deal with Gorbag---we don't know enough about her for me to properly rank her, but we do know that she was a teen mom, and she's made the choice to reconnect with her son and be in his life. Props for that.

Sandralynn Faeth: 7.5/10. I am ranking her realistically, but let it be known that I love her so much. She is such a beautiful example of a flawed person who consistently tries to be better, and even though she does relapse into old behaviors, she's still growing---and outside of the serial cheating (that is a response to trauma, by the way) and occasional lapses in social skills, she's a pretty damn good mom, all things considered.

Cathilda Ceili: 8/10. She's the parent that Fabian needed, even if he didn't always realize it. She's sweet, she's caring, and if anybody hurts her boy, she will fucking rock your shit. (Also, the reveal of Cathilda being an incredibly fearsome and ruthless pirate outside of Solace was one of my favorites.)

Wilma Thistlespring: 9/10. She's a caring and supportive mom who writes songs, is sex-positive, and loves her son! Again, she does need to recognize when she's embarrassing Gorgug, and she needs to recognize that he's gotta learn how to be angry, but still! We all love her!

Lydia Barkrock: 9.6/10. While she doesn't quite get the full score due to the fact that her son was briefly an ass, it clearly was not her fault, and from what we've seen of her, she is a fantastic mom. She's a badass disabled powerhouse who cooks incredible spreads and cares about her son and his friends a lot. I love her a lot. She's amazing.

Sklonda Gukgak: 10/10. She took that spot in her very first scene, where she poured water in her cereal so Riz could have milk in his, and she's been holding it up ever since. Despite the fact that she's constantly swamped with work, Sklonda is literally one of the best moms you could ever ask for. She deserves the world and it's a constant injustice that she's not getting it.

Bonus: Garthy O'Brien, while having transcended gender and therefore not being able to fit into either of the "mom/dad" rankings, is an 11/10 parent---not just to Ayda, but to everyone younger than them who they've essentially adopted. Words cannot express my adoration for this person.

[penkura]

I'm back with more traffy brainrot.

So I LOVE avatar the last airbender. I was thinking.

What'd happen if law met someone like toph?

Reader is blind. But can see through her feet, the thing is, she's strong on any land but HATES getting on ships because the only thing she sees is the ships interior not the outside which is the ocean, she fears with a little push she MIGHT fall over. Also, when they first met, reader may or may not play the "I'm sorry I'm blind" card and steal a hefty amount from the crew and running away faster than any of them combined lol.

I just imagine reader being innocent until she isn't lmao

I loooove Avatar omg, I still need to sit with my dad and finish the live action Netflix series, but the original series has a special place in my heart. I really liked this prompt, I hope I did it justice for you!!

“I’m sorry, I’m blind.”

Law should’ve realized right away that it would be an excuse the moment he met you. He feels a little stupid now, having you strapped to a chair in front of him and his crew, the very people who tried to be helpful but that you stole from. Shachi questions if you actually are blind, waving his hand in front of your face though you don’t make any movements that you can see his hand moving. Penguin rolls his eyes and tells him to stop, as Law simply sighs over the situation.

You thought it was okay, you thought you’d get away with everything you’d grabbed, you didn’t know what the half of it was. You just snatched whatever seemed valuable and booked it, not caring that there was a feeling of guilt as you ran off that stupid submarine and back onto dry land, at least then you could see everything. You hated that you could only see the inside of that submarine, you didn’t even really want to be there but had flirted enough with one of the crewmembers (poor Hakugan) to get on board, knowing they must have some treasure after hearing they were a pirate crew, especially hearing it was Trafalgar Law’s crew. Even you kept up with the rumors and gossip, you knew he had a decent bounty on him, even at just twenty-one years old.

Your only mistake was staying aboard too late and grabbing his sword as something to sell, of course he’d notice that.

You thought you were fast but somehow he caught up to you, it must be a Devil Fruit you realize quickly. No one on this island could keep up with you even with your visual impairment, Law having powers is the only thing that makes sense.

“Captain, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Hakugan,” Law sighs again while his friend hangs his head with a small nod, “If she hadn’t grabbed Kikoku, we wouldn’t have known she’d stolen anything really.”

You tilted your head with your brow furrowed, confused on what he must mean. You had grabbed a ton of things, hadn’t you?

“Yeah,” Penguin laughs, shaking his head, “Grabbing all those medical supplies was a stupid move.”

“Guess it’s not that obvious that our ship has such a big medical ward, huh?”

You feel like an idiot now, embarrassment flooding over you as you listen to them list off what you’d grabbed, apart from Kikoku. Bandages, cough medicine, various medicinal drugs. You though ‘surgeon of death’ was just a moniker, not that Law really is a doctor.

You really wish you would wake up from this nightmare in your bed, you’d completely ignore the people talking about a pirate crew docking at your home island and go about your day. Part of you thinks you should have done that anyway, even when Law dismisses the rest of his crew to speak to you alone.

He's quiet for a bit, just as you are, until he crouches in front of you and sets a hand on your shoulder.

“You wanna explain?”

“…I really am blind.”

“I know that, I don’t doubt your disability,” he’s not like Shachi, questioning your reality or anything, he’s just wondering what your plan was, “I’m talking about stealing from us. If you had known it was mainly medical supplies—”

“I wouldn’t have touched any of it. I wouldn’t have bothered…”

“…so why did you?”

“…you would too to keep your home.”

Ah that’s it, you’re trying to stay in your house. It must be rent or taxes, he’s not sure, but the way you hang your head makes Law start to think.

“No one wants to hire the blind orphan. I’m not worth—”

“I think Ikkaku would be glad to have a roommate. We’ll go get your stuff in the morning and—”

“What? What are you talking about?”

The way you lift and tilt your head, blinking while Law smiles to himself just a bit.

Kind of cute actually.

“You’ll come with us, as payment for trying to steal our supplies and my sword. In the morning, you’ll take us to where you live, we’ll pay what you owe, gather your stuff, and you’ll come with us.”

“Why would you…?”

Law pats your shoulder lightly, you’re not sure why but it gets to you so much you start to cry. He doesn’t even give you a reason, letting you get your feelings out, as you start to nod.

“O-Okay…okay…thank you…”

“You’re welcome.”

You’ll have to apologize to that Hakugan guy later for leading him on like that, but it seems you’ll have plenty of time for that.

[cripplecharacters]

i have a character who’s a 4th degree burn survivor (modern fantasy setting, she survived thanks to a mix of healing magic and modern medicine). she’s left handed, and the left side of her body is the side that got burned. she still uses it afterwards, even though her doctors told her not to. she’s a swordswoman and is a very reckless fighter, and fights so hard sometimes that parts of her scars tear and bleed. i was wondering if i should remove or change this? i initially added it to show her self destructive tendencies and how little she cares about herself compared to how much she cares about her friends and family

Hi,

first thing I will address is one of the main characteristics of fourth degree burns is that they lead to the loss of the burnt part because of how deep they go (possibly to bone). If amputation doesn't happen, there's still severely damaged muscles and literally burnt off nerves.

What I'm getting at is that if she has the hand still, there's a high chance it's not functional enough to do that, depending on how much of the arm was damaged. If it's just the hand, then maybe she could wear orthotics or a hand stabilizer to keep her hand on the sword. But if her nerves don't work from the shoulder down, I just don't see how it would work exactly. Now to the actual question.

The thing with the "disabled but Pushes Through!!" concept that happens a lot to the "cool" disabled characters is that it really isn't quite as simple as just Pushing Through. Can you ignore some ankle pain to get to work on time? Sure, probably. Can you hold something in an arm with fried nerves? Good luck*.

*- If your arm has ever completely fallen asleep, imagine trying to hold a heavy object and swing it around. It's not a question of Pushing Through, it's borderline impossible because the only thing your hand is willing to do is tingle. And that's an ultra-mega-giga light version of what nerve damage like that actually is.

If her arm was severely burned, she either got plastic surgery and then underwent rigorous physical and occupational therapy, or she has contractions in every joint that has scars on it. You can't just ignore the fact that your muscles are too tight to expand. They won't suddenly work if you just get angry at them enough, otherwise a lot of people with cerebral palsy wouldn't need surgeries for their joints and muscles being overly tight.

The thing is, "not caring about oneself but caring a LOT about their loved ones" is an incredibly common profile for people with acquired disabilities and, at least from the ones that I know, none have managed to just ignore their disability because of it. So what could you show for it to make more sense;

She lies about feeling better than she actually is to not worry her friends and family.

She doesn't want to talk about the subject and how serious it is to not feel infantilized or "useless" to her loved ones.

She does actually try to push through her pain, and just fucking can't. Maybe grits her teeth to try and manages to get the sword off the ground with her burnt hand but drops it before it can make contact with the training dummy. Maybe she'd be doing this alone so that her friends don't see her like this.

She wants to do everything by herself, without her family's help. And she kinda does, but it takes forever - dressing up, doing her hair, everything drags. Putting a shirt suddenly takes half an hour to get on because any unnecessary skin contact hurts like hell and she has to take a break every time it happens.

Her family and friends use the fact that she cares more about them than herself and actually help her with her recovery. If she's self-destructive, then physical therapy meant to help herself is probably not at the top of her mind, but maybe someone that she cares about a lot could talk her into it.

The Pushing Through backfires (as it really often does!!!!!!) and she has more physical problems rather than getting to ignore them. She heals slowly, keeps getting infections, repetitive strain injuries from trying to do the same thing over and over with severely damaged muscles, everything is sore all the time. Maybe she ends up at a point where she needs others' help with daily functioning, feels bad about it (also happens a lot), and tries to actually recover to be independent with her family and friends' help.

Her friends try to make her feel better about her no longer being as independent and get her some assistive devices to help her with it. Some don't work, some are a bit niche, one or two are complete game-changers. Maybe she doesn't initially want them but gets hit with the "well, I want you to have it" and grudgingly accepts because she cares about her friend too much to make them upset.

Hope these suggestions make sense for the character and help with writing her somewhat.

The general point is that it would be more productive to show her dealing with her injury as a well, acquired disability, rather than just a feature to show the character's personality through.

Disability is disabling, and it's really hard to actually do the "Doing X Despite The Disability" when you aren't able to do it. Some disabled people eventually manage to get there, or get close, but it takes a ton of time and effort rather than just ignoring their disability's existence. Can an abled person pole vault 6 meters? Some could if they invest a ton of time and effort, but it's not going to magically happen if they were to just decide to ignore gravity. It just doesn't work this way.

I hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[saturn-lia]

~ Our little date 🩸

Character: Scar (Wuthering waves)

Content: oneshot, SLIGHT NSFW (nothing that serious), scar x reader, fem!reader.

Just scar begin obsessed with you, so much that he is going insane.

again, you find yourself face to face with Scar, for the umpteenth time in the last 3 weeks.

Your icy gaze challenges his defiant one.

"don't look at me like that, come on. If you keep doing this I won't be able to control myself, love." Scar chuckled

In a fraction of a second he appeared in front of you, tipping your chin up with his finger to meet his gaze.

"we haven’t met for 2 days straight, why not enjoy our alone time once more?"

“don’t call me love.”

You approach even more to look deeper into his eyes, making sure he knows how serious you are.

Scar's smile widened, looking as if he took pride in your reaction.

"Why not? But that's what we are, hm?" He leaned forward, his thumb gently caressing her cheek, "I mean, I can't stop thinking about you. What more can I call you?"

Scar's touch caused a shiver to run up her spine, but she did her best to ignore it, attempting to move away from his touch.

With all your strength, you push Scar to the ground trapping him with the weight of your body, blade aimed at his throat as your the knee pushes against his stomach.

He lets out a strangled gasp falling to the ground, his left hand trapped underneath yours.

“...Well, this is rather...intimate," he muses with a chuckle, a smirk still playing on his lips, "If this is how you want to start off, then be my guest, darling. I love nothing more than to enjoy these little power struggles of yours."

you push your knee into his stomach, enough to make him struggle to speak, he flinches.

“You’re just trying to get me on your side.”

Scar's body tremulously shuddered from the pressure on his stomach, making his smirk falter slightly as he struggled to speak, his breath hitching.

Despite this, he still tried to maintain his composure, trying his best not to give you the satisfaction you crave to see.

"And if I am?" He manages to retort through gritted teeth, his gaze still fixed upon you with a mixture of defiance and amusement.

“Did they tell you to seduce me so that it would be easier to convince me?” you say without breaking eye contact, your faces are inches apart.

As their breaths mingle, a slight blush starts to form on Scar's cheeks, the proximity between them beginning to have an effect on him. He takes a moment to answer, his gaze unwavering as he looks deeply into her eyes.

"Well, they didn't tell me anything," he finally says, a sultry undertone evident in his voice, "but even if they did, I would still be drawn to you. Seduce you or not, I don't care about any of that. It's just you and me, now."

"Yeah sure" you stay alert, still pointing your sword at him, you stand up letting him go.

Scar stands up, a devious look gleaming in his eyes as he brushes off the dust on his clothes while watching her with a smirk. After a few moments of silence, he finally speaks up, his tone mischievous

"Ah, I do love how you treat me with such passion." He laughs. "But come now, you can't deny the chemistry between us. Why not we take a step back and have some fun together?"

“It would end up with you trying to kill me”

He chuckled at your response, his smirk widening into a full-blown grin.

"Killing you? Now, why would I want to do that when you make such an entertaining plaything?" He said in mock disappointment, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Tell me, love, what's the point of a game if it ends too quickly? Where's the thrill, the excitement? Don't you enjoy a good chase?"

as he approaches, you take a few steps back.

Noticing her retreat, Scar slows his pace, his movements almost languid as he continues to approach her with a wicked smile on his face.

"There, there... No need to back away," he coos, his voice taking on a more seductive tone. "I won't hurt you, my darling. But isn't this so much more exhilarating than just getting rid of each other?"

A chuckle escapes his lips as he notices your blush, his smirk widening in delight. With a flick of his wrist, he disarms your sword, the weapon clattering to the ground with a dull thunk.

He steps forward, eliminating the remaining space between them and pressing his body against her, the heat between them almost palpable. He leans forward, their faces mere inches apart, his breath hot on her neck as he whispers softly in their ear.

"You can't deceive me, my love. I know you want this just as much as I do."

You try to escape from the weight of his body that pins you against the wall, but he is quicker than you to grab your wrists with one hand, and trap them above your head.

Seeing her struggle, Scar's grip on her wrists tightens slightly, a possessive glint in his eyes as he presses them further against the wall, his body trapping them in place.

"What's the point of resisting, my dear? You may deny it for now, but I know the truth. You're here because deep down, you desire me."

He leans in even closer, his breath hot on your skin as he murmurs against your neck.

His words carry a mixture of confidence and desire as his gaze lingers on her, a subtle shiver runs down her spine.

"You're so beautiful, it's almost a crime…and yet, you're still trying to deny us both the pleasure we deserve."

Scar's free hand starts to slowly run down her body, exploring her form with a possessive touch.

"You don't need to be so shy. Let your desires run free. Let me give you everything you crave, my love," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin as his mouth finds its way to her neck, planting soft and lingering kisses along the tender flesh there.

You try in every way not to fall into the sweet trap he set for you, but you've had enough of pretending you don't like it so, you abandon yourself to his touch.

A smirk spreads across his lips as he senses her finally giving in, the way she melts into his touch only igniting a fire within him even more.

"There, there, my dear," he murmurs against the skin, "Let go of your doubts and fears, and just enjoy this moment with me."

Scar continues to shower her with his heated affections, his mouth moving along her neck and collarbone as his free hand continues its exploratory journey over her body.

your arms feel like jelly, when he loosens his grip on your wrists you let your arms fall to his shoulders.

As she moves, he takes the opportunity to slide his own hands around her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing even more firmly against each other.

"You're so responsive," he praises in a low voice, his breath hot against their skin.

He begins to plant soft kisses along her neck, his mouth moving up towards her jaw as he savors the taste of her skin.

A muffled moan escapes your lips as if your subconscious is demanding more from his touch.

A low growl escapes Scar's lips as he hears her soft moans, his hold on her waist tightening.

"That's it," he whispers huskily, "let me hear you, my love."

His mouth trails upwards, pressing hot kisses along her jaw before he captures her lips in a possessive kiss

He moans softly against her lips, the sound muffled by their kiss. Her eagerness fuels his desire even more, his hands beginning to wander lower.

The kiss grows deeper, more intense, his hunger for her apparent in the way he claims her mouth with heated passion.

You break the kiss to move your mouth on his neck, working on leaving a mark on it, while your hands slowly trace his body lower and lower

A sharp inhale escapes Scar's lips, the touch sending a shiver down his spine.

"Oh, you cheeky minx," he purrs with a low chuckle, his breath coming in ragged gasps now. His hands rest on her lower spine, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles as they brush against the soft skin beneath his touch. He lets out a soft groan as he feels her hands travel lower and lower, unable to hide the effect your touch has on him.

“You want me that much, Scar?”

"You have no idea..."

His breath hitches with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, tilting his head back to give her better access.

"You have no idea how badly I've craved your touch," he confesses, his voice almost a whisper. "Every second, every moment, every breath we're apart is torture. I ache to be close to you in every way possible. That's how much I want you."

A sharp gasp escapes from his lips as her touch finally reaches its desired destination, the sound a mixture of shock and raw pleasure. His body shudders slightly, his eyes widening a fraction.

"Oh, sweet hell..." he curses, an involuntary groan escaping his lips. "You're going to drive me mad, my love."

His hands tighten their grip on her, holding her firmly against his body.

“Don’t hold back, wasn’t this what you wanted?” She whispered against the boiling hot skin of his neck, now covered in marks.

His breath hitches at her words, the mixture of her touch and her whisper against his skin fueling the burning desire coursing through his veins.*

"Yes, yes..." he responds, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "This is all I want... All I need."

His eyes shut, lost in the bliss of her touch as he gives in to the tidal waves of pleasure crashing over him.

“they’d kill me if we get caught, I’m supposed to work, you know?” Scar said.

”I know, but enjoy the moment for now, let’s keep this between us, shall we?”

A grin spreads across Scar's face at her words.

"Your wish is my command, my dear," he replies with a chuckle, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.

He presses up against her once more, pinning her against the wall with a strong hold. He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers,

"They'll never find out if we keep this between us."

in that right moment, a feminine voice is heard behind them

“Between the three of us?”

Scar's eyes widen in shock as he abruptly breaks away from her his heart racing furiously as he tries to regain his composure. Seeing Phrolova suddenly appear startled him, and he quickly composes himself, straightening his clothes and forcing a calm expression.

"Hey, what's... what's up?" he asks, feigning nonchalance despite the surprise still evident in his voice.

Phrolova's gaze flicks between Scar and him, she raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk playing on her lips.

Phrolova: "What's going on here, lovebirds?"

Scar shoots a quick glance at her. His usual cocky smirk returns as he turns back to Phrolova

"Oh, nothing, just a little bit of... intense conversation…”

He turns to face you.

“Our time is sadly over, my dear, I would have liked to tease you a little more.”

He winks at you as he walks away.

Phrolova chuckles, a knowing look on her face as she eyes the both of them.

He shoots you a last lingering glance, his eyes holding a mixture of hunger and desire before he finally turns away.

Phrolova glances at you with a smirk once Scar is gone.

Phrolova:”Looks like you have the notorious playboy, Scar, wrapped around your little finger."

Hi hello I’m Lia yes it’s my first oneshot, hope you liked ❤️

Requests for WuWa are opennnnn!

I’ll wait for y’all <3

[invisible-lint]

We Lay Here

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian goes down in battle. Yo try to save him, but end up falling with him

Warnings: angst. cannon typical violence

Word Count: 1,067

You race across the battlefield ignoring the smell of blood and clash of steel. Your legs ache, heart pounding in your throat, breath panting through your lips. You're ready to collapse, your soft body not used to this kind of exertion, but you need to find him. You give the bond a tug, relief flooding your veins when you feel him tug back. 

You had felt it through the bond, felt it in your soul when he had gone down. You knew he needed a healer and fast. You stop running, scanning the field for the male you love, screaming his name. You let loose a shriek and start running again when an arrow goes whizzing past your face, the fletching grazing the soft skin of your cheek. 

You didn't care how stupid and reckless it was to run onto the field unharmed, untrained, you would not, could not, lose him. 

You search for the shape of his wings, a glimpse of the familiar shade red of his siphons, but there's so much red, so much blood. You scream for him again, and this time you hear him call back for you in response. You change direction, dashing towards the sound.

You see an enemy stalking towards him, ready to make a killing blow and you act without thinking, grabbing a sword from a dead male. As he  prepares to strike your mate, you stab him from behind, both your hands shaking where they grip the sword. You pull it out and slash across his throat before tossing it away as if it had suddenly grown heated, scalding you. 

You finish your mad dash to your mate, dropping to your knees at his side, brushing hair away from his face, stomach churning at how pale he looks. “Cassian…” He looks at you, hazel eyes filled with shock. 

“Hey there, Sweetheart. Battle over already?” 

“Not exactly…”

“Please tell me you didn't run across a battlefield because I got hurt.”

“...I didn't run across a battlefield because you got hurt.” He lets out a sigh, trying to hide how painful the action is. 

“It's bad, isn't it?” You chew your lip, your usual bedside manner gone when your mate is the one laying on the ground injured in front of you.

“I've gotta move you Cass. I can't stay here to heal you.” He nods, preparing himself for the pain that's about to follow. You stand, hooking your arms under his shoulders, pulling him backwards towards safety. He clenches his jaw, breathing out a hiss of pain. 

“I know, Baby. I know it hurts. I've got you.” You can only move a few feet with the heavy male before you have to stop, tears streaming down your face, feeling his pain through the mating bond. You pull him a few more feet before you stop, laying him back on the ground. At this rate, he’ll bleed out before you make it. You cup his cheek, his eyelids fluttering shut as he leans into your touch. “Cass, I need you to keep your eyes open for me so I know you're still conscious, okay? I'm not going to be able to move you fast enough. So I'm going to heal you enough to buy myself some time, okay?” He shakes his head, eyes flying open, looking at you with panic. 

“No, leave me. You have to leave me and get somewhere safe.” You ignore him, pulling tools out from the pouch at your hip and cutting the leather away from the gaping wound on his stomach. You wince. It's even worse than you originally thought. 

He knows he's going to die. Knew he was the moment he fell. He's just glad that if this is how it's going to end he got to see your face one last time. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. “I don't think there's anything you can do, Sweetheart.” You sob, tears streaking the grime on your face. You lean down to kiss him, hating the taste of blood on his lips. He kisses back, tangling his fingers in your hair, ignoring the pain it sends through the wound. You pull back, looking over him, desperate to do something, anything. 

The two of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don't notice the male coming up behind you. You cry out when he stabs you, screaming when he pulls his sword out with a twist, collapsing onto Cassian's chest. He's just conscious enough for his heart to seize in horror at the weight of your body on his, the warmth of your blood soaking him. With his last conscious thought, he wraps his arms around you, holding you to him as he draws his final breath.

You try to tug on the bond, sobbing when there's no response. The anguish you feel at the crumbling bond dwarfs the pain of your wound. It's a relief that you're fading fast, following him out of this world, your blood mingling with his. It's almost morbidly romantic, dying together, and you can understand why Rhys and Feyre made their pact.

If Azriel was worried when he couldn't find Cassian after the battle, he was nearly panicked when he couldn't find you either. You took your duties as a healer more seriously than anything, often having stayed in the healing tents until you nearly passed out. No, something had to be wrong. He asks another healer about you and they say they saw you head towards the battlefield. He curses. He finds Rhys and the two of them search together, dread snaking into their guts at what they’ll find. 

It's Azriel who finds the two of you, calling out to Rhys. The two of you look peaceful, despite the chaos of the battlefield that surrounds you. Azriel kneels down next to the two of you, uncertain if it's your blood or the blood of his brother soaking his knees, brushing hair back from your face. You had always hated the way hair would fall loose from your braid and get in your eyes. 

It's Rhys who speaks first, looking at the way Cassian is holding you to him, even in death. “We should put them on a pyre together. It almost seems cruel to separate them now.” 

And so they do,you still wrapped in Cassian's arms, your family, now two members smaller, huddled together, sobbing, as they light your shared pyre. 

A/N: The idea came to me and I wrote like a possessed gremlin, literally cranking this out in like an hour and felt the need to post it before bed. I am a little sorry for this one, I got myself in the feels a bit, listening to In a Week as I wrote it.

I should have a masterlist up soon!

Divider is by @tsunami-of-tears

[mari-lair]

Let's talk about Teru and Aoi and how interesting Teru behavior with Aoi is.

Teru is on a mission to see what has changed from the original timeline to this one, he said so himself.

But he makes a strange move and completely ignores the very big change he was presented with: His engagement with Aoi. The plan was to abandon his 'brand new fiance' and go look for other changes.

Aoi holding his armband, asking for his attention in a very Aoi way and showing a willingness to go on a date with him shocked Teru less than the engagement news but it stuck to him in a way the engagement did not.

Just compare how Teru go 'welp it is what it is, what a strange timeline,' with a level of dismissal that makes him talk to Akane instead of Aoi about the situation.

To how he takes this Aoi at least seriously enough to question her request for them to go out.

So the idea Aoi wants to date him is more confusing to him than being engaged. So much so he does what he does with the original Aoi and starts asking her questions, even picturing the old Aoi as he ask for her hand, adding a lot of '...' in it.

It feels like a test.

A test Aoi failed by accepting his hand, doing something the Aoi he knew never would.

Teru is closed up during his date with Aoi.

He goes with the flow because he needs answers to go back home, he needs to figure out why she is so different but he is tense about this date. His sword bag is a tight fist, pulling at the strap when she clings to his arm.

During their entire date, he keeps this fake little smile on. Avoiding to touch her as much as he can, and not having much to say despite usually not only being good at acting like a flirty prince when people want him to, but having fun in the role.

So Teru isn't indifferent in his date he is tense as fuck.

When he decides he'll send the picture to Akane and Aoi breaks character from lovey dovey fiance, Teru shows a hint of interest again, he goes "ohh? is there a problem?"

It's another test.

She fails but her panics about hurting Akane must either remind him of the og aoi or entertain his more sadistic side, so he goes 'hmmm', which is unimpressed for sure, but still a far more positive reaction than the "unease" that popped up when aoi had held his hand.

By the end of their date i'm pretty sure Teru comes to the conclusion Aoi likes him. I believe this for two reasons.

First, he start playing along with his fiance role instead of being guarded and silent, asking her to feed him with a smile that doesn't feel fake or tense, it's his usual :D expression instead of the :) he has been wearing this whole chapter.

The second thing of note is that this is the first time he actually touches Aoi.

During the entire manga, even in the old timeline, Teru never even poked her shoulder, but this time he lightly holds her hand to stabilize the snack.

He seems bothered by people crowding them and he actually perks up when Aoi asks him to go to a more isolated place, his smile feels somewhat casual at the invite too, not like his tense ones from before.

When Aoi slaps him he is surprised.

And this part only further suggests that when he had asked Aoi to fed him, he was under the impression she genuinely likes him in this timeline.

So he doesn't have a problem doing couple things like being fed by Aoi as long as he believes Aoi enjoys it too.

But she doesn't like him.

Just like the Aoi he knows doesn't. It feels right.

Teru is happy.

Immediately after learning this Teru tries to find more similarities with the old Aoi, asking about her crush on akane and going back to his mission of determining why changes happened.

Aoi mentions they are both unhappy in this arranged marriage and that they are only playing along to appease their families. Teru is surprised that he is unhappy too.

I am not entirely sure what this means but it is noteworthy that he seems genuinely surprised the 'him' of this timeline is opposed to the marriage Aoi.

This little Teru is a brat, but his smile and blush contrast with his word. Either he is displeased greatly by this but refuses to 'play victim' like Aoi, or he cares more than he lets on.

He was the one who found her when Aoi admitted her intention was to hide. So he went out of his way to find this "annoying victim blaming girl"

Maybe this means his parents ordered Teru to go find her fiance, make a good first impression, and put on appearances, maybe he went to find her himself for some reason?

As of now, it's hard to say, we don't have enough info about this new timeline to guess very well, but it is food for thought.

Now back to the old timeline, with the Teru we are familiar with: Aoi asks about his family, about expectations and performance, and that isn't a topic he is very comfortable with, just look at his face.

But he does answer her.

He is very awkward, but he doesn't lie, it feels genuine.

He even mentions his mom, which he hasn't mentioned to anyone before, not even Akane.

[tk-duveraun]

Yue Qi isn't quite allowed to draw his spiritual sword, but he's not explicitly NOT allowed, so he plans to sneak to Wan Jian Peak after hours and get his sword so he can save xiao-Jiu.

Only, as soon as he sets foot on the rainbow bridge, he runs into some shidi from An Ding having a crisis in the middle of the night. He helps.

It's several days before he has enough of a lull in his duties that he feels well-rested enough to make the attempt again. He needs the strongest sword possible to save xiao-Jiu.

Upon reaching Wan Jian Peak, he discovers there was an explosion just as the disciples were cleaning up for the night and now it's like an agitated ant hill. Yue Qi sighs and helps.

Sadly the fallout and paperwork and prospective safety measures take up an entire month. Yes, his cultivation is improving, but he needs to leave NOW.

His next attempt is thwarted by an entire crowd of disciples, a mix of bai zhan and xian shu. They're fighting because...? Someone said someone else said they were weak? Uncultured? Yue Qi might have expected the blow out with ku xing and that would have resulted in less property damage.

He pushed back another month, but at least that one shidi from An Ding brings him some nice trees and a fruit as thanks for his earlier help. Yue Qi can't put a name to the fruit, even as he eats it, but he dares not ask anyone and reveal his ignorance.

The next night, invigorated by the kindness and the gifts, Yue Qi finally, FINALLY makes it to the sword wall and claims the Xuan Su sword.

He wakes two days later on Qian Cao from the resulting qi deviation. His master visits. He is equal parts disappointed and pleased that he snuck out by managed to claim such a worthy sword

The moment he's gone, Yue Qi climbs out of the window and returns to his quarters. After changing and grabbing his go-bag he teaches himself how to fly on the sword while hurtling toward xiao-Jiu.

His bag has more money in it than he remembered saving, but Qiu Jianluo isn't willing to sell xiao-Jiu anyway

That's alright. No one knows Yue Qi is there and when there are no survivors, no one ever will. He leaves xiao-Jiu at the base of the mountain with his go bag and all of the money so he can approach the sect after enough time has passed to allay and possible suspicions regarding the fire at the Qiu manor.

Yue Qi presents his shishu with a letter from his good friend Shen Jiu and requests that shishu please evaluate him for cultivation potential.

Yue Qi suspects that his shishu knows every rotten detail of the situation, but he only smiles and agrees to a meeting. Before Yue Qi leaves, his shishu says, "You know, I hear disciple Shang was made head disciple of An Ding. It would serve you well to have a good relationship."

.

.

Disciple Shang is the nervous shidi. Yue Qi truly believes shishu knows everything.

[mysticheathenn]

What Will Make You Financially Abundant?

Hi, Hexlings!

This pick-a-card reading is for my Patreon All Tiers. This pick-a-card reading is all about what will bring financial stability and abundance into your life.

This is a general reading, remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help. Tarot should be used as entertainment and not a for sure answer to your problems but as a guide, a sense of hope, and amusement.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

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Pile l:

What will bring you Financial abundance? Tarot: 4 of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, Strength, 4 of Cups, King of Swords, Ace of Swords

Following your truth. I know you are probably looking for a straight answer like me saying your current career, a sugar daddy, or the lottery but pile l you are what will bring financial abundance to you. A lot of you are constantly sleeping on the many ideas that spirit has given you because you are either too scared to take the leap, don't believe you are good enough, your idea isn't good enough, or you believe it's already been done before. Either way, you are the key to bringing in this abundance into your life by acting on the ideas that come to you no matter how ridiculous or "bland" they may seem. You are basically sleeping on your own potential and what you can bring into your life. Some of you are even hold yourself back by having a scarcity mindset, not believing that you can bring in financial stability or abundance. Stand in your power or for a few of you stand in your purpose that keeps knocking at your door that you keep ignoring because of fear. This reminds me of a pile in my previous reading. I believe it was pile 3 from my "What Do You Still Need to Heal From?" Reading. Wake up. Smell the coffee and get to work. Stop putting off your ideas. Stop ignoring your ideas. Stop ignoring the path that keeps popping up in your life for you to take. This reminds me of the scene from Barbie where she didn't want to find out why she was "malfunctioning" but she had to find out because if she doesn't she would end up like weird Barbie. This is you pile l...if you don't walk the path you were meant to walk, listen to your ideas, and release this scarcity mindset...you will continue to struggle. Patreon Post Link

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What will bring you Financial abundance? Tarot: 10 of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles, 3 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 4 of Cups, 2 of Cups, King of Wands

Sugar Daddy by Qveen Herby is playing in my head as I try to listen for your message pile ll. For some of you this is between a wealthy benefactor or you marrying rich. Especially with the 2 of cups being a card mostly related to romance but it can be used for business opportunities. Another song playing in my head is Finer Things by FEYI. This is my materialistic pile that wants the tips and trips to the island - Money Honey by Lady Gaga. You are all about living a luxurious lifestyle one way or another. You may resonate with wanting a soft life than constantly always being in your masculine energy and bossing everyone around. For some of you, you don't want to work because you believe that you were meant to be some CEO, NFL, NBA, or Tech's spoiled Girlfriend, and others, you want to have the option to work. Maybe you want a small side business like most Trophy Wives living in Beverly Hills where they have a side business to keep them busy instead of always shopping. I can already see you sitting at a cafe, or a spa trip, and international trips with your closest friends. You're surrounded by your spoiled girlfriend friends living the good life sipping champagne while receiving just because gifts from your lover and even push presents for those who want to be a stay-at-home wife. A push present is where you get a gift for your hard work in carrying a child. This pile reminds me of the TLC special that used to run called The Secrets of a Trophy Wife with Jennifer Stano and Layla Milani (I love both of them, especially Layla) her husband absolutely adores her and that's what you want pile ll. (Click the show name for the show trailer of what I was talking about). You want that soft life where you are adored, pampered, and living life of luxury filled with beautiful things and love. Patreon Post Link

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What will bring you Financial abundance? Tarot: The Fool, High Priestess, The Sun, 4 of Wands, 10 of Wands, The Hermit (reversed), 2 of Wands (reversed)

This is more my spiritual, philanthropy, and humanitarian pile. What will bring you financial abundance is walking in your purpose where you were meant to help others in some shape or form. This could be you working in the medical field, being a lawyer, a spiritual guru, life or spiritual coach, tarot reader, dietician/herbalist, whatever it is you were meant to make your abundance by being of service to other people. I feel some of you know this but you don't want to answer the call because of fear or because of the amount of hard work that comes along with doing this kind of thing. Yes it is taxing some days on the soul but overall all this is what you were meant to do, help others. Bring awareness to certain things in life that will get people talking. I don't want any of you to think the list of occupations is only it, it can also be a techer or whatever else occupation where you are making a difference for the future and in others lives. But it is something that will be hard work to the point some days you will question if it worth it because of how much you have to do in order to bring in this success but you will always be reminded in some form that it is definitely worth it and to keep going. Patreon Post Link

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What will bring you Financial abundance? Tarot: Ace of Swords, Ace of Cups, 3 of Pentacles, 7 of Pentacles, 6 of Pentacles, 6 of Swords

This pile is a mixture of walking away from your current job for something better, following a business venture, or even just doing freelancing (Etsy, Fiverr, Upwork, etc). I don't know what you are up to pile lv all I know is that you are unsatisfied with where you are currently because of either a toxic workplace or knowing that you can make more money elsewhere but aren't sure where to start. Here is your sign to leave and go where you are meant to go. Again this is a general reading and everyone has a different job. Leaving your job for a better environment and higher pay is one thing but for most of you I feel you want to open your own business, or just freelance your work or maybe even work from home is what I am hearing for a few of you. Either way, this idea you have is completely doable it just involves you leaving where you are currently at. Some of you aren't scared you just aren't too sure about the future and just need a push to get there while others of you are waiting for a sign or a more solid reason to leave because you listen too much to other people who wouldn't understand why you left because of XYZ and I am here to tell you to just do you. You do not need to answer to other people on why you left a job to pursue something better. Not every wave was meant to be chased or followed and this goes for where you are currently especially since you are miserable where you are now. Patreon Post Link

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Trio to Solo

Okay so this all started with my friend mentioning the idea of Polites having an Achilles rage moment over Odysseus dying and then it just grew into this massive one shot! Anyway there are two fluffy parts that I use to enhance the angst so I hope you guys enjoy! Also @caramellcandy @notsolonedesert @justvea18 here is the idea I mentioned!

Odysseus lays there on the grass with Polites beside him as they gaze up at the stars. He has been so busy lately preparing to become king since his father has been rapidly deteriorating. The exhaustion and stress help him learn to enjoy these small moments that he took for granted. He doesn't know how Polites always managed to stay so happy all the time. He turns on his side to look at his friend.

"Hey Polites, how do you always greet the world with open arms?"

Polites turns toward him and reaches out for his hand fingers intertwining with his. The moonlight makes Polites glow faintly with his soft smile and unruly curls barely contained with his headband.

"Its easy for me to greet the world with open arms when you are my world. How could I refuse any part of you?"

The love and warmth in those brown eyes is overwhelming enough that he feels like he is drowning in it. Why does Polites always leave him breathless like this in these soft moments they share.

"That and well this world could always use more kindness. I like to think that I can make a difference in this world that has so much pain and hate. Being kind can change everything."

Odysseus never can fully understand how Polites stays so optimistic but he loves it all the same just like everything else about him. Even now bathed in moonlight he shines like a brilliant star, softer than his usual bright sunshine yet still bright enough to light up the world around him. He gently places his hand on Polites cheek with a soft smile.

"I hope you never change Polites."

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Polites stares as the body of his friend, his love is brought back to camp lifeless and covered in blood, so much blood. He grabs the shoulder of a nearby soldier.

"what happened."

His tone is cold but he can't get himself to care. He needs to know what happened, why is Odysseus laying there dead when he should be alive, his eyes sparkling as he comes up with another plan and laughing that deep laugh he always loved hearing.

"We had a ceasefire but someone from the enemy side attacked him from behind...we were to late to save him."

Polites freezes as unfamiliar heat flares to life, rage. They not only dared take Odysseus from him but they attacked him from behind like a coward?! He releases their shoulder not noticing the wince he had drawn from his tight grip and marches to his tent. He pulls on his armor and grabs his sword before he heads out only for Eurylochus to block his path.

"Get out of my way Eury."

Despite the childhood nickname his furious tone leaves no room for negotiation. Eurylochus looks exhausted as he also is grieving for Odysseus but he still refuses to back down.

"Polites please don't do this! This isn't what Odysseus would want!"

"Odysseus is dead! They took him from us, they took him from me! I'm going out there and nothing you say or do will stop me!"

Eurylochus is shocked at the pure venom in his voice and Polites takes that chance to leave ignoring any pleading for him to stop. He doesn't stop instead heading straight onto the battlefield. He dives into the thick of the fight as he cuts down enemy after enemy.

"Hey Polites, how do you always greet the world with open arms?"

He ignores the blood soaking him as screams grief and anger ringing clearly in his voice while tears stream down his face mixing with red making it look like he is crying blood.

"Its easy for me to greet the world with open arms when you are my world. How could I refuse any part of you?"

How can he care about greeting the world with open arms when his world is dead? He will never see his mischievous grin when he has a prank in mind or hear his laughter so full of life. An arrow lodges in his shoulder but he ignores it continuing to fight.

"That and well this world could always use more kindness. I like to think that I can make a difference in this world that has so much pain and hate. Being kind can change everything."

Odysseus trusted the ceasefire and it ended up killing him, kindness is not possible now that they killed him like cowards. He stumbles his vision starting to turn fuzzy as another arrow strikes his leg.

"I hope you never change Polites."

At last his body can't take anymore and he collapses to the ground. Tears continue falling as his vision fades to black.

I'm sorry Ody.. I couldn't stay kind like you wanted...

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Eurylochus and Polites head over to their meeting spot waiting for Odysseus to join them. As they settle down by the olive tree when something small and hard smacks them on the head. They look up and sure enough Odysseus sits there cackling like the gremlin he is holding a handful of pebbles.

They glance at each other smirking before Eurylochus grabs hold of Odysseus leg and tugs him down. Odysseus tumbles to the ground with a yelp and it's their turn to laugh. He stands up brushing the dirt of his chiton and acts annoyed but he is barely containing his own laughter.

"yeah, yeah laugh all you want I was going to share something with you but now I might not since your being jerks."

Predictably the laughter stops as Eurylochus tries to act like he isn't curious while Polites doesn't even try to hide it.

"what is it? Can't you please tell us! We're sorry for laughing!"

Odysseus acts like he is thinking about it just to watch them get impatient and finally breaks once Polites brings out his puppy dog eyes. Odysseus laughs and takes off the bag he had on him.

"okay I'll show you."

He reaches in and pulls out three cups and a wineskin.

"I snuck some of the good wine from the cellar at home."

Both Eurylochus and Polites look interested. They were still considered too young for wine. Polites does look a bit conflicted and Odysseus elbows him.

"Come on Polites live a little!"

Polites rolls his eyes with a bright grin as Odysseus hands out the cups.

""I'm not that bad Ody! I'm just not as much of a troublemaker as you!"

Eurylochus snorts with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Yeah right we all know you can cause just as much trouble as Odysseus."

Polites gasps dramatically trying to hold back laughter along with Eurylochus and Odysseus.

"Lies, I'm just a perfect little angel!"

They can't hold it in anymore and all burst into laughter. It takes a while before they calm down even then they are a little out of breath. The don't mind though because this moment is so happy with all of them together, they wouldn't trade this for the world. Odysseus pours some wine into their cups. Polites raises his cup with a grin.

"Let's toast to having each other's backs!"

Eurylochus and Odysseus raise their cups as well letting them clink together.

"No matter what happens and where we go, we will always have each other!"

All their voices ring out together as they drink down the wine. They spend the rest of the night laughing and joking occasionally wrestling. By the end they are curled up asleep in a tangled heap with cheeks aching from smiling so much.

The next morning they will come to regret the wine when they get a stern lecture while having pounding headaches but they will still treasure the memory of that night and the promise they made.

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Eurylochus was right there when Odysseus was cut down, he was right there and yet he couldn't do anything to stop it. He follows as the men carry Odysseus back to camp and his initial denial and shock fade away leaving only overwhelming grief. He should be heading back into battle but instead he thinks of how Polites must know of Odysseus death and he attempts to push down his grief.

Polites will need him there and he refuses to leave him alone in his grief. While Odysseus is was his brother and dear friend he knows Odysseus meant so much more to Polites. While Odysseus loved Polite in his own way the love Polites had was left mostly unrequited once Penelope had entered the picture.

He leaves his sword in his tent and heads towards Polites hearing whispers along the way of his reaction to Odysseus death. He speeds up very much concerned about his friend. He had expected Polites to be devasted and grieving, for him to hide in his tent but to his shock and horror he spots Polites in full armor and a terrifying look on his face. It shows anger beyond anything he had expected from Polites of all people. He steps up to block his path.

"Polites please don't do this! This isn't what Odysseus would want!"

"Odysseus is dead! They took him from us, they took him from me!" I'm going out there and nothing you say or do will stop me!"

Eurylochus is sent reeling at the pure venom in Polites voice. This is a side of Polites he has never before seen and it terrifies him just how angry he is. But even with all the anger he can hear the underlying grief that is no doubt threatens to drown him. He continues to plead for Polites to stop but quickly realizes its useless as his friend continues onward.

Eurylochus curses himself for leaving his sword behind, he had expected to be comforting Polites not fighting. Polites had always focused mostly on being a medic to avoid hurting others as much as possible so the fact he is rushing into battle without even stopping to grieve leaves him with a sinking feeling in his gut. Polites is being beyond reckless and he knows its up to him to make sure he doesn't end up killing himself.

He grabs his sword as quickly as he can before rushing back into the fight searching frantically for Polites in the chaos of battle. There- he spots him in the crowd and he can feel hope start to well up at the sight of his friend who is still alive.

That hope falls flat as an arrow strikes Polites in the leg and he staggers before collapsing. Eurylochus carves his way through the crowd with desperation he rarely ever feels as fear starts creeping in.

no, no please don't let him die!

He finally reaches him and his knees hit the dirt hard as he turns Polites over trying to assess the damage if he is still alive. He flinches at the bloody tear tracks and glossy eyes.

"no..no Polites you can't leave me too!"

He searches for a heartbeat no matter how faint ignoring the logical part telling him that Polites is already gone. He can't...he can't be the last one left. Not only had he failed to keep them both alive but Polites also died alone. Polites always hated being alone yet he failed to be there for him.

He holds onto Polite's already cooling hand and something inside him cracks and breaks.He holds onto Polites as a few tears fall onto Polites as a sort of numb feeling spreads through him. He knows exactly what's happening, he is going into shock, but he can't find it in himself to care.

Eurylochus is bigger than Polites as he cradles Polites close reminded of how both Odysseus and Polites complained about how unfair it was that he was taller than them. In return he teased them about being shorter. He knows they are not short he is simply really tall but that didn't stop him.

"No matter what happens and where we go, we will always have each other!"

The memory of the day they all swore to always be there for each other only serves to make him feel heavier with grief. Maybe he should let himself join them it wouldn't be hard to let the enemy kill him and then they could joke around again, together.

He is reminded of the chaotic fighting surrounding him once again when someone blocks a strike aimed at him and he can't help the small part of him that's disappointed as he looks up to see Elpenor. Elpenor who looks devasted as he looks towards Polites. Elpenor who saw Polites as a father figure.

"Eurylochus please don't give up, everyone needs you!"

That's right, he is the only one left, as second in command he has to take the lead and keep everyone safe. He has to think of men that are left which means he can't let himself join Polites and Odysseus yet. He pieces himself back together as best he can be and takes a deep breath before gently letting go of Polites and stands up sword in hand.

"Okay.. let's get this over with."

He spends the rest of the battle fighting not only enemy soldiers but the grief and rage trying to drown him. He will not let himself give in and get himself killed. The enemy finally retreats and Eurylochus is finally able to go back to Polites.

He carefully picks him up making sure to close Polites eyes and starts heading back to camp as small cracks start appearing in his defenses letting in a trickle of self hate. He ignores everyone heading straight towards Odysseus tent and lays Polites down beside him.

His breath hitches as a wave of emotion hits him seeing both of his childhood friends laying there next to each other. He pushes through instead grabbing a bowl of water and a washcloth. Gently he removes their helmets and armor before washing away all the blood and grime from battle.

Being clean leaves them looking at peace and he can almost pretend they are just sleeping but the blood stained clothes remind him of the reality. They are dead and nothing will bring them back.

It's too much and finally his defenses crumble and a tidal wave of grief, self hate, and worst of all anger. Anger towards Polites and Odysseus for dying and leaving him behind. He collapses on his knees and chokes on sobs.

They left him alone and no matter how much he hates himself for it, he can't help but blame them especially Polites. At the same time he blames himself for failing to keep them safe. He should have reacted faster to stop the attack on Odysseus. He should have never left his sword at his tent making him waste precious time retrieving it, time that could have been used saving Polites.

It takes hours for him to calm down enough to think beyond his devastation. He looks at Polites before he unties Polites headband leaving the curls to fall over his face with nothing holding them back. The headband is tied around the hilt of his sword, a reminder to never let go of his sword again until the war is over and he gets the others home.

He then unpins the golden owl brooch he always wore, one of his most treasures objects because he got it as a way to be closer with Athena, and clips it to his chiton. A new more dangerous anger wells up, anger towards Athena. He knows it's dangerous and will keep those feelings locked up tight but shouldn't Athena have kept her warrior safe? Why did she let him die like that?

Eurylochus washes his face hoping to get rid of majority of the evidence from crying and takes a deep breath before heading out. He swears to himself to get the others home if it's the last thing he does. It's the least he can do after failing both of his brothers. Everybody notices the red headband on his sword fluttering in the wind and the owl brooch that stay with him the entire way home.

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Sanji was aware that Zoro could speak with a sword in his mouth. He was not aware he could pull the same trick with a dick in his mouth...or what happens when these two almost get caught in the Crow's Nest.

My first time writing smut in a while... no beta, just a read over so hope it reads okay 😅

Wordcount: 2,807

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"You've been pissing me off all day." Sanji growls, the side of his foot making satisfying contact with the side of Zoro's head. He surprises the swordsman who had dropped his weights when Sanji had appeared in the room. He doesn't know what the Cook's problem is, but he isn't going to entertain it for long. 

"Bastard." Zoro rams himself forward, his head pushing through Sanji's stomach and slamming him into the wall of the crow's nest with a sickening crunch.

"Damn you." Sanji coughs, ignoring the pain so he can bring his knee up to uppercut the swordsman. Zoro had been teasing him all day, and now the fucker is playing dumb. The way he ate dinner was a sin, his eyes catching Sanji's as he licked sauce off his fingers, practically taunting him in front of the whole crew!

Zoro's face is flicked upwards, blood spilling from the side of his lip as his teeth rattle. Their glares meet with the usual flash of lightning and Zoro realises he's wrapped his arms around the cook, his chin resting on Sanji's abdomen after the attack. What had this idiot all fired up?

"That fucking hurt, ero-cook."

"Cry me a river, Mosshead." Zoro looks ready to murder him, his arms twitching as if he's going to pull back and reach for a sword. Sanji thinks briefly about kneeing him again, maybe angling a sharp kick right between Zoro's legs. That'd make him sorry...

Instead, Sanji drifts a gentle hand to Zoro's face. His thumb swipes away the blood while his fingers curl around the other's cheek. Zoro hates that he leans into the warmth, that his fury is melting into another type of fire, one that pools itself lower in his gut.

"Fuck you."

"Do you want to?" Sanji purrs. "I thought you were getting on your knees for another reason."

"I'm not-" Zoro stills, when he'd thrown himself forward he had lunged with both legs. His knees were currently tensed inches from the floor. 

Sanji laughs as Zoro looks down at the ground in surprise, deciding not to let the idiot overthink and back out of this. He pushes heavily on Zoro's shoulders, enjoying the panicked grunt as he falls heavily to his knees. 

"What's wrong darling, need a pillow?" Sanji grabs at the short hairs at the back of Zoro's head, pulling ruthlessly at them as he contorts Zoro's neck back, forcing Zoro to meet his eye.

Zoro represses a shiver at the possessive shine in Sanji's gaze as he looks the swordsman up and down in this position. His biceps twitch in anticipation, his body hotwired to push back against the bastard. He swallows the urge to tug the blonde down, to draw a sword against the humiliation he faces when he gives in to the Cook like this. But he doesn't, he can't. 

Instead, his eyes fall to the silver zip on Sanji's dress pants, his tongue wetting his lips as he catches on to what the Cook is asking of him. 

"Shut up." Zoro emphasises his words by pushing his face into Sanji's crotch, his tongue hot and wet against the fabric of the pants. Sanji bucks in surprise, his head hitting back against wood as two large hands push his hips steadily against the wall.

"Fuck." Sanji breathes slowly, watching Zoro's teeth pull at his zip while one hand undoes the button above. Without any warning or gentleness, Zoro rips any fabric in his way down to Sanji's ankles, his eyes falling smugly on the half-hard cock in front of him.

"What, this is not hot enough for you, Blondie?" Sanji flushes pink from the grin Zoro flashes him. Oh, he fucking hated him. 

"I guess it's just not the same when you take charge." Sanji tsks, knowing how riled up the other got whenever Sanji pointed out how submissive Zoro could be when they were alone like this.

"Is that a challenge, eh?"

The response is...unexpected. Sanji tries to swallow through the dryness that has just built in his mouth. Zoro doesn't sound riled up, instead he glances from his hyper-focus on Sanji's dick to the blonde's face. His eyes look as terrifying as they often do in the middle of battle, when the true demon inside the bonehead comes out. 

"So what if it is." Sanji retorts, remembering where one of his hands is and pushes his nails into Zoro's skull as he pushes his head towards him, shivering as Zoro's breath hits his cock. 

Zoro just chuckles as he ducks his head away from where Sanji is leading him. His lips land on his inner thigh instead, a kiss quickly turning to a nip. Sanji lets out a choked gasp at the sharp pain, stopping his other leg from crashing into the side of Zoro's body on reflex.

"Fucking, damn it." Sanji groans as Zoro litters more nips from his thigh to his hip. The closest he gets to feeling those tantalising lips on his cock is when Zoro ghosts over it on his way to Sanji's other leg. 

His cock pulses, becoming fully erect as Zoro uses his hands to reach behind Sanji, massaging into his ass as long fingers almost reach between his crack. 

"Something the matter?" Zoro hums, placing his mouth against one of Sanji's balls, licking a strip across as the Cook quivers in his hands.

Sanji doesn't grace the teasing with a response. Instead he grips the side of Zoro's face with his other hand, using both of them to push the Mosshead's lips against his dick, a moan being wretched from his body as without pause Zoro licks up his length, only stopping his course to lick under the head and wrap his lips around the tip.

"Fuuuuck." Sanji moans, both hands sliding down to Zoro's shoulders so he can dig his nails into thick skin. He enjoys feeling the shiver that travels down Zoro's spine in response.

He can feel Zoro's lips stretch around him as he smirks. But Sanji doesn't have time to be upset about that because Zoro has started to bob his head, his lips moving lower with each dip of his head. A hand grips the back of Zoro's neck, encouraging him to pick up his pace.

The sounds bouncing off the walls of the crow's nest are obscene, the wet squelch of Sanji's dick as Zoro coats it in saliva, the choked grunts coming from the Marimo's stretched mouth and the hot pants breaking from Sanji's throat.

The blonde is so focused on those sounds, on the wet heat and sometimes sharp teeth in the green oaf's mouth that he misses the echo of steps beneath them. The pair miss the familiar sound of shoes on iron rungs as someone climbs up the side of the mast, heading for the hatch to the Crow's nest.

It's reflex alone that has Zoro throw a leg at the hatch, moving from resting on his right knee to it pushing out to the side in a deep lunge, his foot just in reach to slam down on the hatch that only opened a centimeter or two. 

"Oi!" A familiar shriek can be heard muffled beneath them. "What the hell! Let me in!" 

Both of them have gone completely still as Usopp pounds on the hatch. 

No one on the crew knew about their recent...arrangement. They'd been pretty good at hiding it, using their watch schedule and dishes rota to steal enough alone time to satisfy one another. Their eyes met showing equal embarrassment and worry. 

Sanji is pretty sure he would have lost his arousal but the brute had kept his mouth latched around him. Even now Zoro's tongue moved around his dick, flicking at a vein as Sanji uses all his restraint not to make a sound. Zoro is meant to be the one up here training, Sanji is meant to be in the pantry doing a stock check. 

"Piss off!" 

Sanji's eyes widen as his eyebrow pushes up to his hairline. His eyes are torn from the hatch, now fixed on the Marimo who hasn't moved his mouth. Sanji wonders for a moment was it himself that spoke? But no, with just the briefest movement of his lips and a strong vibration rattling through his mouth, Zoro speaks again.

"I'm training."

The swordsman is somehow speaking as clearly as ever, looking undisturbed by the dick that is filling the majority of his mouth. Sharp eyes turn to glance at his expression, Zoro being drawn to him when he feels Sanji's dick twitch and pulse inside him. 

The cook has gone red, bright tomato red. It's one of the hottest things Zoro has ever seen. Is he that turned on by almost getting caught? Kinky fucker.

"I'm looking for Sanji!" Usopp yells, his fist hitting off the hatch again.

"And why the hell would he be up here?" Zoro retorts, a finger disappearing into Sanji's ass, massaging over his hole as Sanji bites his lip to stay silent. His nails draw blood on Zoro's neck in response to the cheap shot.

"I want a view of the ship! He's not in the galley." Usopp is pushing against the hatch again. The weird position Zoro is in to keep it closed isn't letting him use his full weight or strength and the hatch trembles beneath his boot as Usopp struggles.

"Well he's not on the deck either." Zoro stops focusing on talking and sucks the head of Sanji's dick, forcing the cook to bang his head off the wall, pain blossoming from his skull as he swallows a shout. 

"Oi, what was that? You alright?" 

"You're distracting me, idiot. Want me to open the hatch and spar with you instead?"

Sanji glares at the mention of opening the crow's nest, but Zoro just raises a brow at the mix of pleasure and anger pulling at the cook's face. He looks adorable when he's pissed off. 

"Ah! No! No, that's alright! The great captain Usopp needs no such training! I'm going to go find Sanji now-" The voice gets fainter with each word as Usopp races as far from Zoro as he can get.

Zoro drags his mouth teasingly off the Cook's cock with a loud pop. Sanji groans as the loss of the heat, moving his head groggily to look down at the devilish grin on the other's face.

"So, that turned you on, huh? Knew you were a pervert."

Huh?

"What are you talking about, Marimo?" Sanji's knees are starting to tremble, he can feel Zoro taking some of his weight with his grip on his ass. 

"If I knew almost getting caught would make you blush like this-" Zoro pauses to fondle one of Sanji's balls, enjoying the slight knee buckle it elicits as Zoro steadies the blonde by pushing him more harshly against the wall. "I wouldn't have made such an effort to stay quiet when we were in the galley."

Sanji is confused, his body is starting to feel like it's on fire, the warmth of his arousal fighting against the cold of the room. Goosebumps decorate his legs anywhere that Zoro isn't pressed against. He tries to focus on what the other is saying, ignoring how close he is to his release.

"I don't want to get caught, moron." Sanji huffs, trying to thrust himself closer to Zoro's face, but the swordsman holds him in place, seemingly mesmerised as he stares at Sanji's face without blinking.

"Then what got you so worked up there?" Zoro asks, refusing to finish what he started, desperate for the piece of the puzzle he's missing.

"You. Fucking secret ventriloquist powers." Sanji accuses, not being able to continue looking at Zoro as he feels his own blush creeping down his chest at the admission. He hated giving his rival any hints at what riled him up, hated knowing Zoro would use it against him at every conceivable moment. Of course, it also made Sanji pleased to think Zoro would do it again, do it again to please him.

"Huh?" Zoro is not expecting that to be what comes out of the Cook's mouth. He's seen Zoro speak with a sword in his mouth most days, was it really such a shock he could do it with a dick in his mouth instead? 

Zoro holds back a laugh as he takes Sanji's dick deep into his mouth again without any warning. He feels his own erection twitch as Sanji is able to get a leg over one of his shoulders, drawing the other closer and not leaving any room for him to retreat again. 

"This turns you on?" Zoro does his best to keep any mumbling out of his words, making them as clear as he can. 

Sanji groans, pushing Zoro down his dick, getting his own back when the mosshead almost chokes, growling around his cock. 

"Yes, you fucking monster. I thought your little sword trick was a speciality. But this? This makes me think you must have the filthiest fucking mouth in the Grand Line."

Zoro preens from the insinuation, taking the taunt as a compliment. He'll show the Cook just how filthy he can be. 

He starts sucking the other off with proper focus, using one of his hands to grab the bottom of Sanji's length. He doesn't falter this new pace despite the scars being scratched into his neck and shoulders. He doesn't even blink as tears build in his eyes and Sanji's weight drops on him as the blonde turns to jelly above him.

"Come for me, Curley." Zoro moans, taking Sanji's dick right to the back of his throat as he orders him. 

The Cook's whimpering is music to his ears. He tries to enjoy the symphony of pants and moans before they disappear, but as always, it's over before he can get the fill he wants. Not that it matters, the come that fills his throat is worth it, as is the last strangled yelp Sanji finishes with before his body melts against the wall. 

Zoro helps him gently slide to the ground, tracing soothing circles into Sanji's sides until the Cook can focus on him again. 

"That's- That's not fair." Sanji groans, his hands coming up to rub at his face as he tries to bring himself back to some state of sanity. 

Zoro just laughs at the complaint, pushing himself forward until his head is nestled into the crook of Sanji's neck. He takes in the familiar scent of spiced fish and cigarettes, enjoying the smell of sweat and sex mingling in with Sanji's usual scent. Sanji's leg is forced to follow him, bending up against his chest. Zoro gives it an impressed look, always happy to play with the other's flexibility.

"Life's not fair, Ero-Cook." 

Sanji wants to drive his leg downwards through Zoro's skull, but he's not sure he currently has the strength to do so. He's also rather enjoying the other being pressed against him like a heated blanket, the chill in the room becoming recognisable again as he's coming down from his rush. 

"Oi, I can't touch you if you're pressed against me like this." Sanji points out, once he's caught his breath. The hardness pressed against this abdomen evidently undealt with.

"Shut up, pervert. I'm comfy." Zoro mutters, his eyelids heavy as he wraps his arm around Sanji's thigh that's pressed against the Cook's chest, hugging it like some kind of blanket.

"Huh?" Sanji groans, panicking as he realises the heavy idiot is starting to nod off. "Let me put my pants back on before you fall asleep you neanderthal."

This is not the position for Sanji to join him in a nap. His dick is wet. His legs are spread apart, the stretch not bothering him but the cold wood on his ass is definitely uncomfortable. Not to mention the sniper is going to alert the whole crew about his disappearance if he doesn't go see what he wants.

"Oi! Move." He hisses, pushing against Zoro with little success.

"M'comfy." Zoro groans, pulling Sanji closer as his arms tense around the other.

Sanji sighs, pulling a cigarette from his blazer, that he'd somehow kept on throughout the ordeal.

"You have till I finish this, then I'm going to go find Usopp."

Zoro frowns, not liking the idea of their night coming to such an abrupt end.

He's brought out of the despair by long fingers tugging at his chin though, Sanji leveling him with a scathing look.

"And then I'm coming back up here to deal with you."

Zoro can see Sanji's eyes hungrily watching his Adam's apple as he swallows hard. Any teasing gone from the Cook's tone and is replaced with an intensity that always leaves Zoro breathless.

He could wait. 

[nockstormbringer]

Of Darkness & Lightning || Jason Grace

Synopsis → Jason Grace in a relationship with a child of Nyx.

Warnings → Almost drowning, reader lowkey being a stalker, mention of Zeus and Hera. Yes, they are their own warning.

A/n → My friend is sitting next to me and requesting that I write cars having sex. He read that and gave a thumbs up. Also, this is a request, but they had four prompts so this is like prompt one.

Word Count → 1357

↳ I can imagine you two meeting while he's at Camp Half Blood, after he's just gotten back from his quest with Leo and Piper. 

↳ He’s heading back to Cabin 1, ready for another night of sleeping on the window ledge, the only place in the cabin in which the statue couldn’t stare at him.

↳ When he walks past one of the newer cabins, he spots its singular resident sitting on the porch, messing around with something he couldn't see.

↳ He shrugs it off but keeps walking, looking out for the harpies as it was getting close to the curfew.

↳ Soon enough, he notices the same demigod sitting swinging on the Aphrodite porch swing, a book in hand.

↳ He slows his pace, taking in the view before speeding his walk up and attempting to ignore the figure hanging out where they probably shouldn't be and logically shouldn’t be at.

↳ He passes the Poseidon cabin, approaching his own, when the same person from the previous weird incidences walks down his porch, past him and shoulder checks him.

↳ He's confused. That shouldn't be possible. He can’t have seen the same person three times…

↳ Was it a set of triplets messing with him? Was Hera messing with his mind again, and making him see things not actually there?

↳ He ignores it for the night, too tired to question much else as he walks into his cabin.

↳ For whatever reason, his instincts are telling him to be wary of the figure. Why? That part, he doesn’t get.

↳ After several more incidents like this, he somewhat figures out what's going on, after having asked around a bit. 

↳ He catches you off guard one day, while you're swimming alone.

“Do you happen to be stalking me because of who our parents are?”

↳ Is what he wanted to ask, but a ball flying at his head knocks him off the deck and into the water, scaring you at the sudden splash right behind you.

↳ Bro can’t not get a head injury for a week.

↳ He isn't knocked unconscious, just ends up with a headache, but that doesn't change the sudden shock of him suddenly being in the infirmary, still drenched with water.

“How did we get here?”

↳ He's sputtering, water dripping down his face as he sits up properly.

“You still haven't figured that part out? Thought you were Zeus’ pride and joy or whatever.”

↳ Ensues long ass conversation of what the whole purpose of you basically stalking him was.

↳ Thinks it's one of the weirder conversations he’s had.

↳ But this leads to a very odd friendship between you two.

↳ As friends, you both work well together, training with each other on occasion.

↳ He doesn’t like using his powers on you, seeing as its lightning and that shit can kill people, but you constantly use yours against him. Sneaking up behind him, suddenly disappearing when you two are talking. Just general shadow travel to mess with the boy.

↳ I bet once during training, you disappeared in the shadows while he was swinging his sword, reappeared behind him and kicked him in the back of the legs.

↳ His brain basically froze, he did NOT know how to react to that. No one’s ever done that to him so it was a first.

↳ He thinks the way you use your powers while training is super interesting.

↳ After a certain point, he constantly feels warm around you. He doesn’t feel like he needs to try around you, like he doesn’t have to be the Demigod son of Zeus or Hera's champion. Just Jason.

↳ On several occasions, you’ve joined Jason when he’s hanging out with the Lost Trio. Leos’ quite flirty, though backs off when he sees Jason glowering from where he stands (which is right next to you).

↳ Piper clocks in and IMMEDIATELY knows that he’s caught feelings.

↳ She decides to help out, by cornering him and integrating him. Truthfully, he hadn’t actually been fully aware of his feelings. He knew something was going on, he just hadn’t figured it would be romantic feelings.

↳ Piper, in a very kind gesture, sets you two up on a date. 3 times.

↳ Jason’s hopeless.

↳ During the 3rd date, which by this point, you’ve figured it all out pretty much (with a few pointers from Piper), and you just mess with him.

↳ Grabbing his hand, and intertwining your fingers, messing with his hair, kissing his hands and cheeks, referring to him as your boyfriend when you guys go to the camp store.

↳ Just generally bullying him. For fun of course.<3

↳ When he walks you back to your cabin after the date, he tries to give you a kiss, but you stop him.

“I don’t kiss people who I’m not dating. With that said, I really do want to kiss you.”

↳ I fear you may only be so confident because you know he likes you.

“Can I be your boyfriend then?”

↳ He’s trying so hard to play cool, but his heart is hammering out of his chest and he fears you can hear it too.

↳ Anyway, y’all have a kissy and now you’re dating. :33

↳ Oh my god, finally that took forever.

↳ I feel like you make him nervous, not the same way Nyx scares Zeus, but in a sense, similarly.

↳ At a constant, his heart beats rapidly, he stumbles over his words, he bounces his leg, he fidgets.

↳ He definitely rubs circles into your hand when you hold hands. He might be nervous but he still wants to be a source of comfort.

↳ Super protective, like, bros a watchdog.

↳ You both get scary dog privileges from each other. Like, people fear both you and Jason, although for somewhat different reasons. Jason, as he is a Roman demigod and is the son of Zeus, and you are the demigod kid of Nyx, the only one who truly scared the king of gods.

↳ Jason’s big on communication, constantly asking your opinion of what he should do that day, like maybe practicing his archery, his arts n’ crafts skills, or skip all the activities and sneak off with you.

↳ A lot of your guys’ dates consist of walking along the perimeter of camp, helping Leo with his ship and forcing him and Piper to 3rd wheel, as wheel as sneaking away from camp and doing normal teenage things on occasion, you’ll drag the rest of the Lost Trio, which isn’t the worse thing cause they amuse you.

↳ He prefers sleeping in your cabin, as it's nowhere near as disturbing as the statue of his father constantly staring at him and he's not as lonely, seeing as he shares the cabin with you, and your half siblings.

↳ When cuddling, he likes holding you against him, whether your back,side or chest is pressed against him, he hugs you close, which in turn keeps you warm and feeling secure.

↳ Jason wakes up before you, as his natural clock is permanently set before the average human is awake and thus watches you sleep. Sometimes, he traces your features with a finger, pushing the hair away from your face and lightly kisses you from your nose, to your shoulders, to the top of your hair.

↳ Neither of you ever have money except for drachmas, but that doesn’t work as a currency in the mortal world, so instead of buying flowers or anything for you, he hand picks flowers (with help from the Demeter kids) and makes you stuff during Arts n’ Crafts.

↳ He’s made some stuff like a “Jar of Words of Affirmation,” a scrapbook of things the two have done over the period of your relationship and just general things about the two of you, and many origami roses.

↳ Origami roses are so cool, I love them. I always make them for valentines day cause I never have money to buy things for people.

↳ I digress though, but Jason always protects you in combat, just as much as he would anyone else, but if he could have it his way, he’d fight all of your battles.

↳ Jason overall is the epitome of a perfect boyfriend, with how he loves you and shows you he loves you. <3