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dcxdpdabbles · 2 months ago

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I love your Freelance Inventor Au so much! (And, like, all your other work,, lol) I can't help imagining Danny finding out about the Batfam and turning to Bruce like, "You let our kids be vigilantes?!" Meanwhile Bruce is stuck on the fact that Danny called them "Our" kids. Or the reveal the other way, with Bruce finding out about Phantom first? He'd freak out- clearly he doesn't know Danny as well as he thought he did. And he can't believe Danny never told him! Meanwhile, Danny thought he mentioned the Phantom thing ages ago and that Bruce just doesn't care.

Since Jazz put the idea in his head, Danny has been unable to think of anything else. The idea that he might be in love with Bruce Wayne and had been for so many years but didn't notice because he assumed everyone felt that it was for that one friend.

It was there whenever he was drafting new blueprints, when he traveled across the world looking for inspiration and investors, when he settled into bed for a good night's rest, and most of all, when he finished his weekly phone call with Bruce.

"Get some rest," Bruce's warm, smooth voice says over the speakers. "I'll talk to you soon. Goodnight, Danny."

"Goodnight," he responds softly. He has a request to stay on the line on the tip of his tongue, but with the time difference, he knows it's not a good idea. And have a good day, Bruce."

The call ended with a click, but he couldn't help but feel their goodbye needed something.

I love you.

That was it. That's what was missing. But did he dare? Could he? Was he confusing love for something it wasn't? Was Bruce even interested?

Danny places his phone on his chest, staring at the ceiling of the latest hotel he booked, wondering if Bruce is leaving for lunch with the kids. He said they were celebrating Tim's new clothesline and wished he was there to cheer the boy and his team on.

Danny is in Toykyo today, presenting his new hologram keyboards to a big company.

Of course, they were the second company allowed the selling rights. Wayne Tech was the first, and Danny kept the production and creation rights. It was one of Danny's most ingenious inventions, if he did say so himself, but the look on Bruce's face when he revealed it to him was far more exhilarating than creating the keyboard or gaining the fat paycheck.

Fenton's Ghost Touch was a set of two rings with a hologram keyboard inside. When someone needed to type, they would spin the rings and double-tab the inner lining, connecting to devices using the Bluetooth function.

A visible hologram would pop up underneath their fingers, or if they wanted (and were good enough typers), they could move their fingers in the air without it, which would still allow them to type.

Danny had chosen to release the line in black internationally with Toyko, but Wayne Tech would release an exclusive color line. The rings were of the same design, all using slick silver bands but with different colors as the activation inner rings and some elegant carvings, unlike the international releases, which were just one solid color.

Fenton's Ghost Touch would come in seven colors: blue, red, pink, green, purple, white, and yellow.

Danny had purposely designed them using each of the Wayne kids' favorite colors and sent them all a set with their corresponding colors. The morning they arrived, he got a picture of them showing off their new rings, smiling widely at the camera from Bruce.

He saved the photo as his laptop background. His phone background already had a picture of him and the Waynes at Thanksgiving. They had crowed around, holding their wreaths with Bruce and Danny in the center.

Danny had been facing the camera, beaming in pride at the kids' work. Bruce was half-turning, his gaze stuck on Danny's face with a strange, fond, soft smile, the kind he rarely saw Bruce give anyone else.

It made him hope. Oh, how he hoped, but it also scared him. What if this wasn't love? Danny has never been in love before, has never fallen to the urges that others describe, and had been so comfortable convincing his asexuality meant he would never have to be the kind of person staying up long into the night overthinking every interaction with another person.

Yet here he was, seeing Bruce in a whole new light and discovering how different everything was because of it. But at the same time, how nothing had changed. He spoke to Dani about this, but his clone-turned-sister had only shrugged.

"You raised kids with the man." She laughed. Dani wasn't like Danny, and although she was more informed than their parents, she had difficulty wrapping her head around not having those feelings. "I think it's past the point of having a crush on him. I think you should go for it. Make it official."

Danny reaches up, rubbing at his eyes. It was midnight, and he had a meeting with another with the Japanese board again at eight. He really needed to rest and be on top of his wits so that he and his lawyer could ensure the contact was in his best interest.

He clicks open his gallery on his phone instead of swiping through photos of Bruce and feeling his heart leap nearly out of his chest. He misses the man.

Since Jazz's conversation, Danny has been practically avoiding him. This is due to his being hyper-aware of himself and Bruce: the way Bruce laughed, the dip in his voice whenever the British accent he picked up from Alfred popped in, the slight facial expressions he made when confused about emotions, the shift from playful to professional in work settings, and most of all, the attention he always bestowed onto Danny.

How the world just seemed brighter whenever he was with the man.

Bruce was his sun, and Danny was nothing more than a flower seeking him out. It made the Halfa want to hide in a hole but dance around in public all at once, and he didn't know why.

He finds a video, tapping the play button before thinking further of it, and melts when the first sound he hears is Bruce's laughter. It's quickly followed by the loud noise of the Waynes' Children. It was taken at the last Wayne game night—at the time, Danny had been in England with Dani.

Tim recorded Damian standing proudly over a map covered in white trains, arms spread into a T position, and Duke screaming accusations of cheating. After Alfred banned Monopoly in the Manor, the game Ticket to Ride quickly took over as the new worst enemy creator.

Dick was in the background sobbing into his hands as Jason tried to confront him. Steph and Cass were each leaning on Bruce's two shoulders, laughing as hard as their father, and Alfred was out of frame but not out of hearing, so when he stated, "Master Dick, how could have gone in the wrong direction? It's the map of the USA, it hasn't change in years!"

"He has a concussion, Alfrie!" Jason protested hotly. "Leave him alone!"

"YOU CHEATED!" Duke raged as Damian continued his pose with the most serious expression he'd seen on the child. It made his heart swell to see Damian copying him.

Danny struck the same pose whenever he beat his sisters at a game, even at his advanced age. Once an annoying brother, always an annoying brother.

The video ends with Tim flipping the camera. His broad grin covered the whole screen as he shouted, "Love you, Dad! Miss you! Can't wait to see you!"

Danny turns to his side, feeling his heart flutter more as the word plays repeatedly in his head. A few years ago, the Wayne Kids—excluding Damian, who was polite to the point it hurt—switched from Danny to Dad when referring to him.

Bruce hadn't made a big deal about it even though they called him Dad. Would that mean the man was happy his kids saw him as a second father figure? Did it mean the man thought of him as....a husband?

Danny groans, burying his face into the cool sheets of his futon, begging his mind to stop for a few seconds so he can rest. After this deal goes through, Danny is going to face the music.

He would go to Gotham and figure out a way to tell Bruce how he felt. He just hopes he has it figured out by then. Danny has an idea, but explaining the mess in his head into words is going to be much harder than anything he's ever done.

Not to mention Phantom. That was a can of worms he hadn't ever touched in Wayne's presence. What was Bruce's stance on ghosts anyway?

Should he practice what he would say about the topic? Turning onto his back, Danny holds up his phone, clicking the screen so the lock screen image of a grinning Bruce appears.

It was from the surprise vacation Danny rented out the hut next to the ones the kids sent Bruce to. It had been taken at sunset, the soft orange and purples of the sky framing Bruce's grin and dancing on his wind-blown hair. It had been a spur-of-the-moment walk around the beach, but from Danny's perspective down below and Bruce climbing back up to his hunt, it had almost appeared like Bruce was descending from the heavens.

Danny had used every film skill he had ever heard Dani speak about to capture the beautiful sight.

It is the best picture he's ever taken.

"I love you," the words leave his mouth in surprise, even though he had meant to talk about ghosts. But when they are spoken, he ducks into ice water and realizes they are true.

He sits up, using both hands to hold the phone in front of him, hoping that somehow, in some unrealistic dream, the words will carry across the world, and Bruce will hear them. Maybe even feel them, too. "I love you, I think I do. Do you love me too?"

The screen goes dark, and Danny sighs. Ten years. Will he really risk ten years of friendship over these little feelings?

Yeah. He thinks he will.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Freelance Inventor #Part 8 #Danny comes to terms with his feelings #Fluff #Pinning #spirit halloween ship #The slow burn is picking up heat #Have some family moments

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thethronezone · 5 months ago

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The primarch dad tread is a delight to read and I would like to had a milestone of my own :) How will the dad host / celebrate their child birthday? Thinking a birthday for then they turn 10 or so, but you decide. Just wanna hear how they would handel a birthday party.

Mortarion doesn't know how to do it. His adoptive father on Barbarus was cruel and Mortarion's own birthdays had been filled with mockery, faux affection and him being treated like a prized pet at best. But Mortarion is not him and despite how foreign it all is to him, he does his best to celebrate his child. It's a small celebration, just him and his kid. Mortarion takes them somewhere, a nice little area that's quiet and private, where there's some food and a few gifts waiting. It's a brief celebration, just a couple of hours, but his child looks happy, smiling at him as if he placed the stars in the sky.

When his child's tenth birthday approaches, Fulgrim feels the need to go all out, he has to show everyone in the galaxy just how special they are, how much he adores them. His intentions are pure but the end result are... a lot. There are a lot of guests, politicians, generals, anyone Fulgrim has deemed important enough to attend. His child doesn't even recognize a hundredth of them. There's a mountain of gifts but they hadn't wished for any of it. Such lavish meals, all their favorites, but it tastes like gruel to them. Fulgrim is so busy dazzling the guests he doesn't notice that, despite being surrounded by people, his child has never looked so lonely.

Angron never got to celebrate his birthday. As a slave, that was never really on the table and as a Primarch, he considered the practice useless drivel. But he's a father now and his kid... his kid deserves something nice. First, he makes sure they celebrate the day with their friends. He's not there personally, he knows he would just ruin it somehow, but the astartes later tell him it was a huge success, that his child had fun the whole time. Good. And when that is over, when the guests all leave, that's when Angron approaches them. He places a hand on their head, roughly ruffles their hair, before he drops a gift in their arms and leaves without looking back. He doesn't say why, doesn't even congratulate them, but they know. Angron just hopes that's enough.

Magnus loves watching his child grown up, it fills him with pride every time he sees them discover a new aspect of life and discover who they are as a person. For him, their birthday is an opportunity to celebrate all they have accomplished and everything that awaits for them in the future. And through the celebration, Magnus keeps an eye on his child, making sure they are having fun. Their friends are here, most of them from school, but there are plenty of other guests as well, people that Magnus wants to witness just how much his child has grown, how great they have become.

Most of Perturabo's memories regarding birthdays were negative. There were a few exceptions, like when him and his sister had snuck away from the main party to enjoy a piece of cake together, but overall the negative experiences overwhelmed the positive ones. So, Perturabo tries to make sure his child doesn't experience that. This is THEIR day, they need to feel special and appreciated. Sadly, Perturabo can't let go of his need for control and somewhere along the way, the celebration turns into a task. A duty he has to perform. He forgets to celebrate and in turn, his child ends up feeling like they have done something wrong, because why else would their father look so unhappy?

The way Alpharius and Omegon celebrate their child's birthdays have always been different. To them, it's not just a day of celebration, but to test and see how far their child have come compared to last year. This time, on their tenth birthday, it starts with them finding a coded message in their room, which they much decode to find the next clue, which they need to solve, find more clues and so on. The Alpha Legion Primarchs observe from a distance as their child make their way forward, feeling a great sense of pride over the fact that their child is so clever. Only by gathering all the clues will the child find the location to their birthday party. A reward for a job well done.

Before the feast prepared in their honor, Lorgar holds his own little celebration with his child, just the two of them. He's always been proud of them, always felt such joy watching them grow up, but now it almost feels like they are growing up too quickly. Lorgar is aware that his child does not belong solely to him, they are a part of something much grander, but just for a short moment, he wants to be selfish. He gives them a gift, one straight from the heart, and remind them that he will always love them, that he's so proud of them and that nor a single day passes where he does not thank the divine for gifting him the miracle that is them. Holding their hand, they both leave for the feast and the guests waiting for them.

Horus' child is his pride and joy and he loves showing them off. For their tenth birthday, he holds a grand party in the Imperial Palace, in one of the many ballrooms that's connected to one of the gardens. There are so many guests, including the Mournival, all of them here because Horus wants them to see his child. Truly see them. Make no mistake, they might be here, enjoying the food and wine, but this is all about his kid and Horus expects them to congratulate them at least once. He frequently checks up on his child throughout the party, making sure they are having fun and enjoying themself. Each time he sees them, he ends up with a beaming smile.

When Konrad celebrates his kid's birthday, it's a very small, quiet, private occasion. Just him, his kid and their pet rat who they had refused to celebrate without. He's got a cake, decorated with ten candles, and a couple of gifts. It's a very peaceful moment and as his kid blows out the candles on the cake, Konrad feels a rare sort of peace. He has foreseen his own death and knows that the time he has with his child is limited. Normally, this fills him with bitterness and resentment, sorrow and melancholy. But right now? With his child right in front of him, feeding cake to their pet rat, he feels none of that. No, Konrad only feels content.

Sanguinius does not want to turn his child's birthday into a public spectacle so he keeps the celebration more private, with the guests being family and close friends. There's soft, happy music playing, a table filled with delicious food and plenty of spots where guests can sit down and socialize. Sanguinius stays close to his child though. Not hovering, but close by. He treasures every smile, every laughter and sears it into his memory so he'll never forget them. Even as he remembers that the birthdays they have left to share are limited, Sanguinius never stops smiling. He can't, not on their birthday, not in front of his child who is unaware that there's something wrong. For now, he's happy to pretend.

In a way, Corvus feels like it isn't fair. His child is growing up too fast, how much longer until they are no longer just his? It's a bittersweet feeling, a mixture of pride and guilt, as he watches them celebrate their tenth birthday. A private occasion, not a lot of people, but they are all earnest in their congratulations. His child looks happy and when he hands them the gift he made for them, large cloak they will grow into as they get older, they hug him so tightly that it almost hurts. And Corvus hugs them back, wishing that for just a moment, he could stop time.

When it came to his child's birthdays, Ferrus have always requested the help of Fulgrim to arrange the celebration. Nothing big, or needlessly grand, but something. It always ends up being a smaller event, less celebratory and more congratulatory. Some food, gifts, a pat on the back and a half-smile. And Ferrus feels like a terrible father each time because while his child looks satisfied, they don't look happy. He wants them to smile, to laugh and feel like, for just a moment, they can be the child they are. Ferrus feels like he is stealing their childhood from them and that's something he can never give back.

Every year, Rogal does the same thing for his kid's birthday. There's a small ceremony, with only him, his child and a few Imperial Fists present, where he expresses his pride for them and reminds them of the importance of duty and honor. It's a very serious moment. This is then followed by a slightly larger, more public, celebration. Still not very big, not a lot of guests, but personal. Genuine. The guests are there because they want to be, because they care. Rogal stays close to his child's side during most of the event, a comforting hand on their shoulder, and a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

Vulkan holds a grand celebration, a great feast for his child on their tenth birthday. Of course the Salamanders partake, having been integral to his child's life from the start, along with various other acquaintances. There's a lot of guests but all of these people are friends, people who they know well and like having around. Plenty of children who run around, playing with his little one. Vulkan even loses track of his kid for a short while, but when he does find them, he hoists them up on his shoulders with a booming laugh. His child laughs back, arms raised in the air, and the guests cheer.

The celebration of Lion's child is a very formal event. There's no children running around playing, no birthday cakes or songs. It looks less like a birthday and more like a military awards ceremony. It's not about celebration but acknowledgement. Lion's child may still be just that, a child, but they are steadily growing up, and this is an important milestone. And if Lion's child is a boy, then there's a big chance that this is the day they truly begin their astartes training. After this, they become a space marine aspirant. In a way, this is their last day of childhood.

While Fulgrim's celebration is lavish, Leman's is LOUD. Jovial and full of life. The whole legion is celebrating the first decade of life in his lil pup's life. Leman carries his kid on his shoulder the entire day except for when it's time for the grand feast. That's when he places his kid on his throne, in front of all the Space Wolves who holler and cheer. And Leman cheers louder than everyone, a wide smile on his face and a look of sincere pride in his eyes. For the rest of the day, his kid is treated like a king, with the Space Wolves acting as their court, humoring their every whim.

Most people celebrate their child's birthday with parties and banquets. Jaghatai is not most people. Instead, he takes his kid on a trip. Just the two of them, traveling on his jetbike across the great planes of Chogoris. He shows them the hidden paths, the secret sighs, the best views, only stopping every so briefly to take in the scenery. For lunch, they eat a prepared meal on top of a rock formation and his kid kicks their legs as they listen to their father telling them an old story. For dinner, Jaghatai hunts, and this year, his child hunts with him. They cook their meal over open fire and at this point, the sun's set. Jaghatai points out the stars to his child, a tale for each of them and it's only when the sun has risen that they venture back home.

Roboute prepares for the birthday like he has all the previous ones but this time, as he goes through the celebration plans one last time, he's struck by a sudden sense of melancholy. Because was it not just yesterday that he held them for the first time? Has it been ten years already? And during the celebration, a fairly big banquet with lots of guests, he can't help the sad smile that escapes him when he looks at his child, surrounded by the friends they made all on their own. He knows that one day, he's got to let them go, set them free into the world. All he can do is treasure the time they have and promise to be there for them, no matter what.

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kasdan · 1 year ago

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gf headcanons

marvel masterlist | request rules | ko-fi

summary: gf headcanons with marvel women for pride month<3

characters: carol danvers, valkyrie, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, yelena belova, lady loki

reader: f!reader

warnings: yelena's part is bsf hcs instead of gf hcs since she's canonically aroace, there is a nsfw part for each (minus yelena) that will be marked, i think the sexualities are a mix of actual canon and my canon? idk but they're canon to me✌🏼,not proofread, the image of valkyrie should be straight up illegal ty and gn

a/n: happy pride everyone! i decided to celebrate by writing gf headcanons for some of my favorite marvel girls, and somehow i've turned just the sweet hcs they were supposed to be into them also being spicy so there's that lmao i hope you enjoy<33

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

likes to go out on walks with you in the morning

even if you're not the biggest morning person, she's still dragging you out of bed in order to get outside

gives you piggy back rides back to the house after the walk when you're too tired to walk back

on the occasional occurrence that you're both up before sunrise, you'll sit on the roof together to watch the sun rise in the horizon

you both try camping once and it was going okay until a bear ate all your food in the middle of the night and it started raining shortly after so you had to pack up and go home

really likes the feel of your hand in hers

throughout the time you were in the woods, she wouldn't let go of your hand, even when you were sleeping

if you weren't the adventurous before her, you are when you're with her

keeps a blanket in the car for if you fall asleep while you're both out late

road trips are a must for her

she loves driving around not having a destination in mind and just going until you find something cool

will have dance parties in the living room and compete on who can put together the stupidest outfit

definitely has the drunk karaoke vibes, just saying

{NSFW}

she knows exactly what to do to get you riled up

walks around with tight crop tops and shorts

teases you for being 'needy' when she knows that she's making you that way

makes it her mission to make you so needy that you can't help but grind on her

loves watching you lose control on her

will grab your jaw to force you to look at her

if you try to keep quiet she'll force your mouth open so she can hear your moans

will sit back and watch you squirm around on her lap until you plead for her to help you

you regret saying anything when she looks at you with that smirk on her face moments before she completely wrecks you

kisses the tears away when they roll down your cheeks at how sensitive she's making you

encourages you that you'll be able to do "just one more"

it's never 'just one more'

never pushes you too far, only far enough to where she knows you can take it

loves having you sit on her face so she can feel your body writhe against her

will force your thighs down onto her when you're hesitant to release your entire weight onto her

knows all the right spots to lick and twist her tongue on to get all her favorite reactions out of you

you could suffocate her to death like this and she would die a happy woman

𝒱𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓎𝓇𝒾��

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

will be the one to spoil you rotten and get you whatever you want

is a sucker for forehead kisses

whether it's you giving her one or her giving one to you, she just loves how you show affection that way

will fuck anyone up if they try to lay a finger on you

literally if she hears anyone breathe wrongly in your direction, they're getting their ass beat

likes to be the big spoon while cuddling so she can hold you

won't let you leave the bed if you try to get up from her grasp

will tighten the hold she has on you so you're physically not able to get up

you have to tell her that if she doesn't let you go that you will end up peeing on her

even then she's still reluctant to let go of you

all your showers are together

she claims it's to 'save water', but she just wants to be close to you

gives you random massages when she thinks you look like you need them

thinks it's hot if you want to spar with her

she obviously goes easy on you, finding your face cute when you're trying to focus on your moves

{NSFW}

don't be mistaken for you being spoiled to think you can go around and act like a brat though, because you have another thing coming

is the kind of type to be like 'don't ask for it if you can't take it'

once you allow her to be completely off her leash there is quite literally no going back

can and will be a brat tamer if she finds it to be necessary

probably one of the roughest women here on the list

while most of the others are just teases, valkyrie will scramble your brain so much you don't remember either of your names when she's finished

is prone to using a strap on when she plays with you

her all time favorite thing is to watch you take her cock down your throat on your knees while she fucks it into you

thinks you look so pretty on your knees with your mouth stuffed, just taking what she gives you

will push you back onto the wall, lift you up and immediately push her cock all the way into you

knows you'll be able to handle it when she starts pounding you into the wall

loves the way you can't speak at all when she's driving into you, just whimpering and making noises that sound like you're trying to say multiple words jumbled together at once

will make you put a vibrator in and then get ready for the day, just to see how quickly she can make you fall apart without even touching you

it's really not long at all

𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒻𝒻

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

will read to you if you can't fall asleep

her voice is just so soothing you end up falling asleep almost instantly every time

wants to be as close to you as possible while you're sleeping

you sometimes wake up to her laying directly on top of you

she can't help that she finds you extremely comfortable

has an entire list of pet names she likes to call you, some of them being completely stupid and unserious

likes to see your reaction when she calls you a new one that's completely horrendous

will have big movie marathons and see who will fall asleep first

loser has to cook breakfast for the winner and deliver it to them in bed in the morning

sometimes she'll feel bad and go help you cook in the morning when she purposely started talking a lot in the soothing tone that always puts you to sleep, ultimately causing you to lose the marathon competition

you'll find her sometimes just staring at you as she rubs her thumb across your cheek

if you ask her what's wrong she'll just shake her head and mutter something about being lucky to have you as she kisses you and cuddles into your arms

{NSFW}

this girl is absolutely obsessed with your boobs

every time she has a chance, she's messing with them in some way

when she comes up behind you she's automatically going up to cup them

at times you have to physically push her away from you because of how sensitive she made them

she could be pounding into you with a strap, and she'll still find the time to lean down and take a nipple into her mouth

if you pull her hair when she goes down on you she'll go absolutely feral

you'll hear her growl into you before she starts sucking on your clit extra hard, and makes obscene noises when slurping up your juices

she likes it when you're loud so she can hear how she's making you feel

will pinch you if you're not making enough noise for her

you've gotten so many complaints from the neighbors this way

thinks your pussy is just the greatest thing in the world

once she starts she finds it hard to stop

it could be hours after she started and you already came a numerous amount of times, but she can't find it in herself to stop

she just thinks you taste so damn good

𝒲𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓂𝑜𝒻𝒻

sexuality: bisexual/pansexual

{SFW}

she loves to cook with you

even if you're not the greatest cook she'll have you in the kitchen with her helping with the little things she needs

she just likes to spend time with you and enjoys your company

there are some days when it's relaxing in the kitchen with quiet music on in the background while you two talk

and then there are others when it's complete chaos and you don't know what's going on anymore

those are usually the days when she decides she wants to try a new recipe that she hasn't done before

she also loves to take baths with you

those relaxing moments she has with you where she can let all her stress and worries of the day float away while in a warm bath with you

she loves the feeling of your skin pressed against hers in warm water with bubbles floating next to you

she's content to just sitting there too, not washing yourselves just relaxing her body with the things she feels around her

half the time it ends up with you guys having to shower after anyway

she'll give you random kisses throughout the day, just wanting to let you know that she's there

a lot of the nights are spent cuddling and playing with her hair as you watch movies and late night tv

{NSFW}

most intimate moments between you two are usually unserious

it's filled with giggles and laughter

she just likes to make sure that you're having a good time

you'll have to encourage her to be more rough if you want her to

she's hesitant because she doesn't want to hurt you

she lets herself go slowly over time

she'll be hovering over you, fingers working in and out of you at a steady pace, and she'll place her hand over your throat for leverage

apologizes extensively when she realizes what she did

eyes darken when you tilt your head back and place her hand back over your throat

you learn the feeling of her hand around your throat and rings digging into your skin all too well after that

"you look so pretty wearing my hand like a necklace, baby"

says the filthiest things in your ear to see how much she can make you squirm

will pull you in for a kiss by the neck

you feel her smile into it when she hears you whimper

experiments with more and more things, and eventually you both have a collection of things that you love doing in the bedroom

𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓀𝒾

sexuality: pansexual/genderfluid

{SFW}

is such a tease

will purposely put things on the highest shelf so you won't be able to reach them easily

comes to 'help' you reach them

lifts the item over her head and won't give it to you unless she gets a kiss for it

thinks it's cute when you pout

loves to distract you from anything you're doing

will hug you from behind and start to pull you back slowly from what you're doing

claims that she's "not doing anything" and feigns innocence when you turn around to give her a look

is a huge fan of PDA

always has an arm around you, or is holding your hand

she just likes to feel you next to her

sometimes you have to push her off you when she's getting a little out of hand in public

is also very protective of you

if someone so much as looks at you in a bad way, she's over there threatening them

you've had to drag her out of many places because of this

you love how she is though, and she knows that

you just hope that you'll be able to stop her from killing anyone

{NSFW}

if you thought she's a big tease normally, she's an even bigger one in the bedroom

has you squirming around desperate for her to do something

she can spend hours just playing with your body and watching how it reacts to things

by now she knows your body like the back of her hand

will have you begging her with tears falling down your face before she actually puts her mouth on you

her tongue is absolutely magical.

can and will spend hours sucking and licking your clit until it's puffy and so sensitive the slightest movement has you jumping away from her

you now have to beg her to stop, and that you can't take it anymore

"i thought you wanted me to do something, baby. now be a good girl and take it."

she doesn't let up easily, and won't stop until all your limbs feel like jelly and you don't know what's right or left anymore

has somewhat of an exhibition kink

will pull you into restaurant bathrooms and alley ways just to see how you behave

puts her hand over your mouth when you're making too much noise as her fingers plunge in and out of you at a rapid pace

"shh honey, don't want the whole restaurant to hear your pretty moans and how good you are for me, do you?"

𝒴𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒶 {bsf headcanons}

sexuality: aromantic/asexual

you'll never find a dull moment around her

will come to you for the littlest and stupidest things

she called you at 2am once claiming it was an emergency and when you picked up the phone she needed to know if she was in the mood for hot or salty chips

why she needed to call you for that is beyond you

you'll both have sleepovers and stay up all night watching really bad tv and making fun of whenever something dumb happens

will most likely end up on the ground in laughter from anything remotely stupid happening

the entire night is actually just a giggle fest with her

goes to different stores to try on clothes that are definitely not appealing to either of you

makes the stupidest runway show out of it before you're both kicked out from the store

she makes you push her around the grocery store in a shopping cart

will start to grab random things and throw them in the cart with her every chance she gets

she once crashed into the side of an isle when you pushed her too hard causing the things to fall off the shelf and onto her

granted you're banned from your local grocery store, but she didn't seem to mind as she almost peed herself from laughter as we were escorted out of the store by security

she'll ask you the most random questions out of nowhere and half the time they don't even make sense

she's deadly serious about them too, and will wait for your answer every time

even when you're like what are you even talking about, she'll want you to still answer

you'll never find yourself bored with her as a best friend

it's like every day is a completely new adventure with her and you have to wait and see what she's going to bring you to do that day

buy me a coffee ♡

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cloudyskydreams · 7 months ago

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Confessing headcanons UT,UF,US!

This is not my favorite so far. Oh well though my internets spotty and I wanted to get something out while I know I have some. Reds is by far my favorite I love him sm. As always hope you enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans:

It'd have to be you confessing. Sans has his insecurities and doubts and they would hold him back from confessing. He might make hints more known like more flirty jokes than normal and he's a bit more protective of you but he won't outright confess when crushing. If he does it's accidental and happens because he got too comfortable. He probably whispered it or said it too quite to hear all the way and you have to ask him to repeat himself. Que a joke while sweating.

If confessed to: He's a little shocked, are you…sure? He doesn't know what to say all jokes he's ever learned slip out the holes in his skull lost to the void. You probably have to break the silence by repeating yourself or assuring him you mean it and he tears up slightly. He never expected you'd actually like him back he's a little overwhelmed just let him ride it out and you can cuddle and kiss his tears away afterwards.

Papyrus:

Very likely to confess first. He's a straightforward man he knows he's got feelings he's gonna share them! He plans it all out and definitely looks up a wikiHow or some other manual on the perfect date just because it helps him feel better prepared. He'd wait till a lull in the activities to confess maybe after dinner or after a movie. He's nervously waiting for your response but he's just happy he finally let you know how much he truly cares for you.

If confessed to: He's overjoyed!! He'll reciprocate and give you a big hug maybe a smooch on the cheek. He basically sweeps you away and says you have to celebrate with a date. He definitely takes a picture to celebrate this man scrapbooks.

Underfell:

Red:

This dude confessing? Yeah right he believes he has absolutely zero chance with anyone and feels like that would be setting himself up for the ultimate failure. He's happy to live with his delusions and daydreams thank you very much. That doesn't stop accidents from happening and he might have said something a little too sweet about you. Something about how much he loves your laugh or something about your smile or eyes. He's sweating hoping you didn't catch it. He might even teleport out if your reaction is big enough.

If being confessed to: He's actually a little angry and defensive at first. He thinks you're playing a prank on him he doesn't understand. Out of everyone why him he's a piece of shit, pervert, couldn't raise his brother right, can't do anything right… He starts spiraling. Reassure him maybe with some light physical touch it'll help ground him. He'll calm down and play it off but keep showing you're interested and he'll come around.

Edge:

Hes pretty straightforward with it all. He thinks that's the best way to get it done. He invites you over for a home cooked meal because why settle for less than the best when he's trying to impress someone. Not that he should have to try to impress you he naturally does he reminds himself to ease his anxiety. He's definitely not extremely anxious over this whole thing. He presents the meal to you and takes compliments in pride they also help soothe this anxiety. Once the meals over he'll confess offering you your favorite flowers. He's blushing a carmine red and is struggling to maintain eye contact.

If confessed to: Takes it in stride. Of course you would have affections for someone as great and terrible as him. He's blushing and screaming internally but don't point out the blush or he'll deny it and sweep you away. He declares since you're in a relationship it's important you stay by his side so other monsters know not to mess with you. He likes feeling like he's protecting you even if it's just being in your company.

Underswap:

Stretch:

He's worked himself up for this hella. He's a little nervous because if he's actually into you it's a whole nother ballpark. He's a bit of a flirt that's for sure but he's not used to anything besides flirting and lustful glances and stuff romance is something else entirely. He sets up a cute scenario maybe finds a way to play you his guitar because he's a dork and he'll stutter a bit while confessing.

If being confessed to: Is super happy and sweeps you into a hug. This takes the pressure off of him to do it and he's honestly flattered someone would confess to him. Impressed you had the balls to do what he was struggling with. He wants to celebrate with a game night at his house and he excitedly tells his brother what happened that night.

Blue:

He's got it all planned out. He asks you on a date he'll know you'll be most comfortable on and actually enjoy. Dresses up slightly and gets you one of your favorite flowers. The date goes smoothly and he confesses at the end when taking you home after telling you he had a goodnight. He hopes you'll accept and if you do you get a cheek kiss and a very happy Blue. He definitely blogs about it later on

If being confessed to: He's impressed you beat him to he, he's quick with it once he realizes you return his affections. He happily accepts and smooches your cheek while pulling you into a hug. A sleepover is a must and he invites you back home so he can cook dinner and you guys can have an at home date.

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belit0 · 27 days ago

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Can I ask you an ask about Izuna and Madara having the same crush? That would be interesting 👀👀

I kinda have a whole fic about something like this xd

It starts innocently enough.

She’s new to the council—calm, composed, voice like water over stone.

Sharp-eyed. Strategically brilliant.

She doesn't flinch when Madara glares.

Doesn't soften when Izuna grins.

She treats them both the same: with cool respect and distant poise.

And they hate it.

But Izuna’s the first to crack.

He flirts outright.

Hangs around after meetings.

Smirks when she calls him out for interrupting.

He lingers behind her when she walks, arms folded, teasing—

–You always this uptight, councilwoman? Or am I just special?

She ignores him. But the edge of her mouth twitches.

She likes the banter.

Izuna feeds on it.

Starts dressing better.

Shows up early to meetings.

Makes jokes just to see if she’ll roll her eyes or raise an eyebrow.

He doesn’t hide it.

Not from her. Not from his brother.

And Madara notices immediately.

He says nothing.

But the room changes whenever she speaks.

His gaze lingers.

He starts listening more in meetings where he once dismissed everyone.

Offers curt nods when she presents a plan.

One time, one time, he corrects a noble harshly for interrupting her mid-sentence.

It’s subtle, but not to Izuna.

–You’re staring again, Aniki.

–I’m observing.

–Sure. Observing her hips in that kimono, probably.

Madara ignores him.

But his jaw clenches.

He starts showing up to the training grounds again.

Not because she’s there.

Just… coincidence. Obviously.

And (Y/N)?

She knows.

Oh, she knows.

She plays neutral—never leaning into either, never giving them ground.

But her eyes flicker with amusement when they both stand on either side of her during discussions.

She accepts their tea offerings like a queen, says thank you with no affection, and leaves them simmering.

She’s aware of what she’s started.

And part of her… enjoys it.

The breaking point comes one evening.

A celebration.

Too much sake. Too much proximity.

She laughs at something Izuna says.

Madara sees her hand on his arm.

A whisper. A tilt of her head.

Later, Madara corners her in a garden alcove.

–Are you interested in my brother?

She turns slowly, eyes calm.

–Are you asking for him or for yourself?

He doesn’t answer.

And then Izuna’s voice cuts in, lazy.

–That’s the thing, isn’t it? She doesn’t have to pick right now.

She meets both their gazes.

Steps forward, perfectly composed.

–You assume I want either of you.

Silence.

The kind that burns.

She smiles, just a little.

–Maybe I want both.

And walks away.

It’s not a conversation that happens easily.

There’s tension, of course.

Uchiha pride doesn’t yield without a fight—but this isn’t about dominance. Not anymore.

They’ve both seen how she looks at the other.

How she never chooses—because she doesn’t want to.

And maybe… maybe they don't want her to, either.

One night, they sit across from each other, silent.

The fire crackles.

There’s no jealousy in the room—just inevitability.

Izuna leans back, arms over his head.

–You love her too.

Madara doesn’t flinch.

Doesn’t blink. Just says,

–I do.

Silence again.

Izuna snorts.

–This should be awkward. It’s not.

–We’ve shared everything since birth. This wouldn’t be the first time.

And that’s the truth.

Weapons. War.

Bloodshed.

Grief. Peace.

They’ve never walked without the other.

Why start now?

So when they tell her, it’s like a quiet storm.

She stares. Blinks.

–You’re serious.

Madara only nods.

Izuna gives her that lazy, feral grin.

–We’re not fighting over you, (Y/N). We’re not that foolish.

–We want you. Together. If you’ll have us.

And gods, her breath catches.

Not because of the offer—but because of how deeply she wanted it.

She always thought she’d be the one to break them apart. That eventually, she'd have to choose. But now, she sees the truth:

They love each other more than they’ll ever love anyone.

And she gets to stand in that warmth. That loyalty. That quiet, dark fire between two souls who were never meant to be torn apart.

Their life together it’s chaos.

Power.

Tenderness.

She wakes with one on each side—Madara’s arm heavy around her waist, Izuna’s breath against her neck.

They spar in the mornings, watch her from the corners of the room like she’s the last flame before the dark.

She never feels pulled in two directions.

She feels balanced.

Anchored.

Izuna brings laughter, teasing hands, stolen kisses in public corners. Madara brings discipline, the quiet stare that says mine in a voice louder than thunder.

And in the rare moments when the three of them are alone—when the doors are locked and the armor is shed—

It’s worship.

Equal parts chaos and reverence.

They take turns.

They tease each other with words as much as they tease her.

They know her body like the battlefield: every weakness, every surrender.

And she?

She rules them both with a tilt of her head and the arch of her back.

#naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto imagines #uchiha clan #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #uchiha izuna #izuna #izuna uchiha #madara #madara uchiha x reader #uchiha madara x reader #madara x reader #uchiha izuna x reader #izuna uchiha x reader #izuna x reader

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taylorftparamore · 1 year ago

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like gale's character is such a fascinating lens to view the entire revolution through. the capitol hates you. the capitol wants you dead. you put your name in for reaping fifty times so your siblings only have to put their name in once for the extra ratios. you sneak out with your best friend to hunt.

you hate the capitol, but life is fine enough. you put your name in another twenty times so your best friend's family can eat. you take care of her little sister. you think you love her. you don't know that for sure. is it just convenience? who knows. but you care for her little sister and she cares for your siblings. between the two of you, you're both up for slaughter thousands of times of over.

you're so lucky. you're so so lucky. you're turning eighteen. your best friend turns eighteen next year. you're almost free. her little sister gets reaped. a one in a million chance - she was only in there ONCE. it's a no brainer your best friend volunteers to save her sister. you understand - you would too if you could volunteer in her place. you hate the capitol and wish to see it fall in your life time. your friend is gone and you have one task: keep her sister safe.

she comes back alive. so does the person she left with. they have a bond you cannot hope to understand - and you accept that. you swallow your pride, put your cards on the table, and leave it. you know you have no chance. you take care of her family anyway. you think it's fine now, it can't get worse. then the capitol sends you bug infested food. then they prevent you from hunting. the leash is tightened, and you hate the capitol. you can't even offer yourself up for reaping anymore, and your siblings are in danger. the water is rushing in, and you're drowning, and you're angry.

the capitol has earmarked you for destruction, all because your best friend lived and was clever enough to bring the other tribute home. when the quarter quell comes, they take your best friend for the second time. the bombs come. and you have one task: keep her sister safe. the only way to guarantee that is to fight back. so you take up arms, and you fight.

she comes back. he does not. you do not celebrate, because she is in pain. but at least you can show her that her sister is safe. you're twisted up in guilt because there's nothing you can do for her. all you can do is fight, and hope it'll save everyone.

then the one person you were tasked to keep safe dies. and you don't know what happened. all you know is that the sum of the war meant no one was safe. so you do the only thing you can do for her sanity after the war: you leave. you leave, because you don't like who you've become anymore than she does. war and revolution has ruined you, changed you, warped you.

and worst part is: it didn't keep anyone safe, least of all you.

#the hunger games #gale hawthorne

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sturniololuvz · 24 days ago

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Can you do one where Chris’s 14 year old, tore her ACL at a dance competition on stage but no one notices cause she keeps dancing but as soon as they get off stage she collapses and a er team comes and everyone is confused what’s going on but then Chris sees her being carried out by a stretcher, you can do the rest from there 💗

“The Hidden Pain”

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It was one of those high-energy days—the kind where you wake up buzzing with excitement for something you’ve been working on for months. Y/N had been counting down the days to the dance competition. She’d spent weeks perfecting her routine, and now it was time to finally show off all the hard work. Chris was there, sitting proudly in the audience, watching as his daughter stepped onto the stage with the kind of grace and confidence only she could pull off.

Her movements were sharp, precise, and filled with emotion. The crowd cheered her on, and Chris’s heart swelled with pride. He could see how much effort she had put into this routine. She was amazing—so much so that Chris could barely hold back a tear as she danced.

But in the middle of the routine, something went wrong.

A small misstep during one of her leaps sent a jolt of pain through her knee. She felt the sharp, searing pain of a twisted joint, but she didn’t flinch. She couldn’t. Not here, not in front of everyone. Y/N pushed through it, dancing as if everything was fine. The music continued, and so did she, focusing on her next move and not allowing herself to acknowledge what her body was trying to tell her.

The rest of her routine went off without a hitch, and as soon as the final beat hit, she landed perfectly and stood tall. The crowd erupted into applause, but Y/N was already limping slightly as she walked off the stage, doing her best to hide the pain from everyone around her. No one noticed the slight limp in her step as she joined her teammates backstage.

“Good job, kid!” Chris said, beaming with pride as she approached him. He hugged her tightly, not noticing the grimace on her face. “You crushed it out there!”

Y/N returned the hug with a forced smile, nodding. “Thanks, Dad,” she muttered, trying to make herself sound as upbeat as possible.

But as soon as she stepped away from him, the pain in her knee became unbearable. She took a deep breath, trying to shake it off, but every step she took felt like a jolt of electricity running through her leg.

She tried to join her teammates, pretending everything was fine, but as they took pictures and celebrated, she stood off to the side, her hand gripping the edge of a table as she fought to keep from crying out. The pain was sharp and unrelenting, but she wouldn’t let anyone see. Not yet.

As the celebration died down, Y/N’s knee finally gave out. She stumbled, her leg completely giving way beneath her. Without thinking, she collapsed to the floor, landing hard on her side.

The entire room went silent for a moment. Everyone turned to look at her, confusion flooding their faces.

“Y/N?!” One of her teammates rushed to her side. “Are you okay?”

But Y/N didn’t answer. Her face was pale, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She was trying to hold it together, but it was obvious to anyone who was looking closely that she couldn’t.

Chris was at her side in an instant. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, his heart racing. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“She… she fell… but I think it’s her knee,” one of the coaches said, their voice tinged with worry.

Y/N tried to sit up, but the pain in her leg was too much. She gasped for air, her hand clutching her knee as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“We need to get you checked out,” Chris said, his voice filled with panic. He could see the severity in her eyes, and it sent a chill down his spine. He wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, but he knew this wasn’t just a small injury.

The sound of sirens pierced the air, and soon enough, the ER team arrived, rushing into the room with a stretcher. “We need to get her to the hospital, fast!” one of the paramedics called as they gently lifted Y/N onto the stretcher.

Chris’s hands shook as he looked at his daughter, helplessness written all over his face. “You’re going to be okay, kid. I’m right here.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she glanced at her dad. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want to mess it up.”

“Hey,” Chris said softly, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. “You didn’t mess anything up. You’re tough. You’ve got this.”

But Y/N’s breathing was shallow, and as they wheeled her out of the room, she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. The pain in her knee was excruciating, and the reality of what had just happened—of possibly ruining her chances in dance—started to set in.

Chris followed closely behind, his heart heavy with guilt. How had he not seen it? He should’ve known something was wrong when she limped off stage. But the thought of his daughter being in pain like this—of seeing her so vulnerable—was enough to make him feel like he had failed her.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctors quickly examined her knee, confirming what Chris had feared: a torn ACL. The injury would require surgery and months of rehabilitation. Y/N would have to put her dreams on hold, and Chris felt his heart break as he watched his daughter cry in pain.

Nick and Matt arrived shortly after, looking just as shocked and concerned. “How bad is it?” Matt asked quietly, stepping closer to Chris.

“She tore her ACL,” Chris replied, his voice hoarse. “She’s going to need surgery.”

Nick winced. “That’s… that’s awful.”

Chris nodded, feeling the weight of it all. He had always known his daughter was tough, but seeing her like this—vulnerable and hurt—hit him harder than he ever imagined. He wished he could take the pain away, but all he could do was be there for her.

“She’s going to be okay,” Chris said softly, more to reassure himself than anyone else. “We’re going to get through this together. She’s not alone.”

⸻

In the days that followed, Chris was by Y/N’s side every step of the way. He helped her through the pain, comforting her as she faced the reality of the injury that would keep her from dancing for a while. And while the road to recovery would be long and difficult, Chris knew that his daughter was strong enough to make it through. After all, she was his daughter—nothing could break her spirit.

And as for Chris, he’d learned a valuable lesson that day. He may not have been able to stop the injury from happening, but he would be damned if he wasn’t there for her through every moment of the healing process. Because that’s what dads do.

⸻

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt stuniolo fanfic

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em1e · 2 years ago

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ceremonies | mikey's first big ceremony and no one's there to celebrate :(

⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ cute fluff !! ♡ series m.list

mikey was honestly really bummed out.

he knows his grandpa couldn't make it to his terrific kid ceremony, knows the older gentleman had something else to attend to that simply couldn't be rescheduled in time to see his grandson walk across the little stage, and mikey was fine with that. but when shinichiro, his beloved brother who never missed anything in all the years that mikey has been alive, said he suddenly couldn't come either, mikey was upset.

rightfully so, he’d argue — the boy has gone a whole month without beating anyone up on school property. it was something small, sure, but he was proud nonetheless.

and had no one to share that pride with.

he practically pouted from his spot on the stage, itching to take off the stupid collared shirt shinichiro made him wear while he dropped the news that he wouldn't be in attendance. he doesn't even know why he still showed, honestly, no one being there to watch leaving a bitter taste in his mouth while his eyes scan over every other parent in the crowd.

“and now for our lovely third graders-” the principal’s voice is grating against his ears, but that’s his cue to stand. each of his peers takes a folder from the man, smiling and waving to their parents as they snap pictures and each second mikey stands on the stage is another second that annoyance trickles its way under his skin.

“sano manjiro.” his principal calls his name and he walks to the front to grab the folder, mouth set in a straight line as he looks over the crowd.

and it’s then he spots you.

smiling and waving to him with a video camera in hand, recording him walk across the stage. his mouth upturns very slightly, offering a small shy wave to you as he’s ushered back to his seat so the next row of students can get their folders as orderly as possible.

for the next twenty-five minutes, mikey is practically buzzing in his seat, and when the students are told they’re free to go, he jumps off the stage and runs right to you.

“hi.” you laugh out when he hugs you, returning it with an equal amount of effort, “i recorded it all so everyone else can watch when we get you home.”

“thank you.” he mumbles out into your shirt. you almost miss the words from the sounds surrounding you, but the small pat you leave on his back is enough to tell him you heard him just fine.

“c’mon, we’re goin’ for ice cream and then i’m gonna take you by the garage.” you hum out, peeling his arms from around you easily until you’re able to hook your hand in his, “we’ll have to come back later and grab emma though.”

“we’re not bringing her with us?” mikey asks as you walk out of the auditorium.

“not unless you want to,” you laugh, “it’s your celebration.”

he pauses a second, mulling over the thought, before beaming at you, “i’d like her to come then.”

he leaves out the part of wanting to rub his awards in her face as you make your way to the front office to check the two of them out.

#salmon rowe #sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #sano x reader #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

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riizegasm · 4 months ago

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Helios || M.JH

❀ pairing: sunshine!jaehyun x librarian!reader, implied fem!reader (ft. coworker!sungho)

❀ genre: college!au, sun and moon dynamics, fluff, minor angst

❀ word count: ~4.7k

❀ warnings: explicit language, reader gets a little insecure, kissing, implied sexual content

❀ summary: Like Helios, the god of the sun, Myung Jaehyun is never shy on whom he sheds his light. In his brightness, though, you may find him illuminating something about you that you never knew.

❀ a/n: I feel like you can tell MyungJae is my bias from reading this fic alone. I absolutely adore him in this and I hope you do too! As always, likes, reblogs, and replies are encouraged. Happy reading!

Myung Jaehyun has always been as bright as the midsummer sun. He has a smile that shines like a beacon of light through the darkness, constantly illuminating everyone’s day. His presence alone is enough to breathe life into everything around him, from dull classes to obnoxious parties. Everything is a bit brighter when Jaehyun is around.

Which is why you’re confused that he’s talking to you.

It’s not like you’re not a bright person, but you definitely don’t bring a sunshiny energy wherever you go. Your friends compared you more to the moon, a soft silvery halo of light that illuminates the darkness, but can still cloud everything in a bit of mystery. You’ve always been praised for your serenity and muted demeanor, even though you sometimes wish you could be more than just peaceful. You yearned to bring a lively energy to the lives of those around you, but for some reason, your calm nature always won out.

You’re almost in awe at how Jaehyun speaks with a smile, words coming out a mile a minute at a volume that is definitely too loud for the library. You’re so used to everything being so quiet and unmoving here, which is why you chose it as your student work placement for college. But the energy Jaehyun brings to the space is more than you’ve ever encountered before. It borders on overwhelming, but for some reason is also oddly comforting.

The comfort can only last so long before the confusion sets in, though. Seriously, why is Myung Jaehyun talking to you?

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt softly. “But can I help you with something, or…?”

If Jaehyun is offended by your obvious confusion, he doesn’t show it. His bright smile never once falters.

“Yeah, sorry, I know the build up was kind of long, but can I have your number?”

Confusion only settles deeper into your face. “Wait, what?”

“I mean, it’s no pressure or anything. But, like I was saying, every time I come in here I always see you working and I think you’re really cute. So I wanted to see if I could get your number and maybe take you out sometime? I mean, only if you’re down for that.”

For once in your life, you’re struggling to remain calm.

It’s not like Jaehyun is a celebrity or campus royalty or anything, but he’s just different. He’s clearly well liked and has a lot of friends, always surrounded by a group of people. That group more often than not includes swooning girls and guys alike, all making heart eyes at him in hopes that he’ll notice, or even better…reciprocate.

But you’ve never been one of those swooning individuals. Jaehyun is clearly attractive, with his head of curly brown hair and pouty lips. His dimpled smile is enough to have anyone head over heels; you’re not immune to that. You have just chosen to admire him from afar, sneaking small glances when he’s in the library or craning your neck to catch a glimpse of him when you pass each other on campus. You pride yourself in being so subtle that Jaehyun has never seemed to pay you any mind, until now.

“Am I being too forward?” Jaehyun asks, beginning to trip over his words. “Oh my god, is this workplace harassment. Y/N, I am so sorry. You are just trying to do your job and here I come being such a, such a man. Who even flirts with someone on the—.”

“You know my name?”

You can’t even process how you’ve cut the man off, mind too busy pondering how the hell Jaehyun knows who you are. But that confusion gets mirrored right back to you as Jaehyun cocks his head cutely.

“You’re wearing a name tag.”

All of your blood rushes to your face at the realization that he’s right. You are required to wear your name tag everyday for your job, proudly displayed on your chest. If it’s true that Jaehyun has seen you here, he has seen you in your name tag countless times.

“R-right. Sorry,” you stammer.

Jaehyun just chuckles, face spitting into that contagious smile he always wears. “It’s fine! You’re just so cute. So, your number?”

“Weren’t you just worried about this being harassment?”

“Oh, fuck! Is it?” Jaehyun looks genuinely terrified at the thought.

“No,” you chuckle. “It’s not. Give me your phone.”

You question your source of newfound confidence as Jaehyun hands over the device, watching intently as you type your number in. It’s only when you save the contact that Jaehyun smiles, seemingly thunderous in the quiet of the library. You’ve never been so thankful to work on the talking floor.

“Great,” Jaehyun smiles. “I’ll text you.”

Your “okay” sounds outlandishly soft in comparison to Jaehyun’s outspoken confidence. He’s practically beaming as he moves away, not breaking eye contact until he physically has to turn away. Once again, you find your cheeks overly hot to the touch despite the coolness of the library. The goosebumps on your arms definitely have everything to do with the temperature, and nothing to do with the image of a bright smile plastered in your memory.

. . .

It’s just your luck that you would receive your first ever text from Myung Jaehyun during an exam. Your phone had been turned on silent, nestled in your bag for the entire two hours. It’s only when you’ve exited the lecture hall and are well on your way to getting your second coffee of the day do you remember to check your phone. You almost drop it on the pavement when you see the series of messages.

Asking someone out on their shift is apparently not workplace harassment because I don’t also work there.

I would know, I asked Google.

Oh, this is Jaehyun btw :)

You have to bite your bottom lip in order to contain the smile that is blooming on your face. You swear your heart picks up speed, so much so you doubt you’ll need that second cup of coffee after all. Despite the chill of the winter air, your core suddenly feels warm, as if the thought of Jaehyun served as your own internal heater.

You don’t respond until you make your way back to your apartment, a giddy pep in your step the entire way. It’s an odd feeling, to be so excited about a person. Your introverted nature often has you cowering away from taking bold chances on relationships. You’ve always felt that love is best when it comes like waves meeting a soft sand shore – with a gentle crash, but always expected.

But you can’t deny the fact that the unexpectedness of Jaehyun’s eager confession is exactly what makes it so enticing. So, you dive headfirst into uncharted waters.

Falling into a routine with texting Jaehyun is surprisingly easy. The man always has something to say, whether it be simple questions about how your day was or silly musings about the world around him. It’s not uncommon for him to send you pictures of his professors, followed by a picture of his pouting face, clearly bored in his long lectures. Although you’ve never been one to send pictures back, Jaehyun doesn’t protest or push, just accepting your responses as they come and responding to them with enthusiasm.

You don’t realize just how much you’ve enjoyed Jaehyun’s bright virtual presence until you get caught in the act.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Your coworker, Sungho, asks as he scans some newly returned books.

The smile that you had let so carelessly grace your face instantly falls, your usual mask of indifference making an appearance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sungho scoffs, a teasing smirk rising on his face. “Right…you definitely haven’t been smiling at your phone for the last hour instead of I don’t know, doing your job??”

Your reply dies on your tongue when you spot a familiar figure entering the library, just barely visible over Sungho’s shoulder. He’s with his usual group of friends, laughing at a volume that is definitely inappropriate for your setting. He seems to compose himself after a moment, scanning the space with his gaze.

When he finally spots you, his grin grows impossibly wider, eyes bright as they reflect the artificial fluorescence of the library. He mumbles something inaudible to his friends before heading in your direction, causing a slight zap of panic to travel up your spine.

“Y/N?” Sungho calls, waving a hand in front of your face. “Are you even listening to m–?”

“Hey,” Jaehyun interrupts softly, still smiling brightly. “Long time no see.”

Out of your periphery, you can see Sungho looking back and forth between you two. It takes a second before his expression of confusion melts into one of recognition. He nods slightly before backing away to return to scanning books, leaving you and Jaehyun behind.

“I thought you weren’t going to harass me at work anymore,” you tease, trying and failing to fight the grin creeping onto your face.

Jaehyun chuckles, a distinct sound that pierces through the relative quiet of the space. “And I thought that I told you I’d be back, since, you know, Google told me I could.”

There’s a moment of silence as you duck your head, once again attempting to calm the smile on your face and the flush no doubt coloring your cheeks. When you finally compose yourself enough to look up, you find that Jaehyun’s gaze has never left you, eyes shining with something you can’t quite put your finger on. Even his silence contains an energy that you’ve never felt before. It’s something more than a simple brightness, more akin to a magnetic pull that you can’t quite escape.

“Go out with me.”

It comes out as almost a command, not the typical request that you’ve yearned for. While you always imagined that this would be the next step after the few weeks of text exchanges, it still comes as somewhat of a surprise. Part of you wondered if Jaehyun was serious, or if this was some sort of concocted experiment to see if he could bring even the biggest introvert out of their shell.

You finally pinpoint what it is in his gaze that’s so different – openness. It’s the kind of genuine clarity that comes from being authentically yourself, from letting others see and experience the real you without a care in the world. You wonder if he could be the key that would open your tightly locked door, your perfectly curated facade of nothingness.

You decide to put the key in the lock and twist.

“Sure.”

The smile that you receive is blinding, much more intense than any expression you had ever seen on the man’s face. A fear of getting burned from his light twists knots in your stomach.

. . .

He picks you up at eight, just like he promised. He’s the perfect gentleman all night, offering his jacket when it gets cold, footing the bill at the tiny cocktail bar that you once mentioned you liked to frequent. He’s entertaining and engaging, spending the entire night telling you stories that have your stomach hurting from laughter. He walks you back to your apartment, leaving you with a soft kiss on your forehead and a promise that he’ll call.

So why do you feel like this?

Why does it feel like the ceiling is pressing down on you and that the gravity of the world is crushing your bones into a fine powder? Why won’t your heart slow down even as you lay stationary in your bed? Why is the gentle hum of your college town buzzing around you like a pesky fly, waiting for you to turn into something rotten so that it can feast on your flesh? Even the warmth of your favorite blanket feels like an oppressive heat.

You can’t help but replay the events of the night, scanning and scrutinizing every memory to identify where it went wrong. But every time you try, you come up empty handed.

It’s no easy feat to identify the wrongdoings of someone like Myung Jaehyun, of someone so objectively perfect and universally loved. He may laugh too loud or be too forthcoming with his feelings, but it’s impossible to see these aspects as anything other than endearing. He’s so open, so unapologetically himself, that you can’t help but adore the person he is.

So why does it feel wrong? Why does it feel like you’ve become an insect, lured into a brightly illuminated trap designed to kill you?

Even worse, when Jaehyun texts you, asking for another date the following weekend, why do you accept? Why do you feel the pleasant thrum of butterflies in your stomach the minute his name pops up on your phone screen?

Maybe it will be different this time. Maybe you’ll realize that Jaehyun is perfect and that you’ll be perfect together. It could have all been a fluke the first time, the product of a dip in adrenaline or a deep tiredness that always accompanies the winter months.

Jaehyun takes you ice skating this time, laughing as you both navigate the slippery chill of the rink. He holds your hand the entire time, clearly giddy to have this sustained contact. It doesn’t matter that you make him fall repeatedly, dragging him down any time you lose your balance. If anything, it makes him happier as you both fall into a giggly heap. You don’t even have the chance to worry about the judgemental stares you get as you trip and fall. You’re too busy being sucked into Jaehyun’s orbit to care.

This time, a forehead kiss serves as the prelude to the real thing. Jaehyun kisses in the same way he speaks, bold and eager. His hands cradle the dip in your waist reverently as he claims your mouth, no reservations as he holds you close. It’s captivating, the way he kisses you. You can’t help but get lost in the feeling of his plush pout against yours, in the heat of his tongue as it meets yours, in the warm press of his fingers into your skin.

Later, when your lips are still stinging and swollen from the kiss, you realize that a familiar ache has settled in your chest.

Once again, you find yourself replaying the events of the night to identify when you felt a shift. Once again, you can’t. You admittedly felt nothing but bliss the entire night, even if it was twinged with a minor unfamiliarity. It’s almost as if you were someone else when you were with Jaehyun. A different you inhabited your body when you were with him, someone that was sunshiny and bright, so far from the muted serenity that you closely identified with.

But when you look in the mirror, you still look like the same you. Your face is still the same, despite your slightly swollen mouth. Your hair still sits in the way you styled it before your date. Nothing drastic has changed about your body, or the way your clothes hug the planes of it.

You’re still you. When you’re with Jaehyun, however, you feel like anything but.

. . .

As you get to the point where Jaehyun feels comfortable openly embracing you on campus, you begin to identify a bit of the ache. Jaehyun can never take more than a few steps around the college green without someone calling his name or rushing to greet him. Every interaction is the same; Jaehyun greets them brightly, stopping to even hug or chat with a few. He’ll introduce you in that enthusiastic voice of his, making sure to squeeze your hand extra tight.

Every time, you’ll get the same look from the passerby.

It’s often a politeness mixed with a hint of confusion, some in obvious disbelief. Some disregard you completely, choosing instead to bat their eyelashes at Jaehyun as they shower him with compliments or requests to hang out. Jaehyun is polite and humble in his refusal, tugging you along as you part. The dirty looks that you receive in return are permanently branded into the back of your eyelids.

Their looks of silent judgement haunt you everywhere you go, following you into your lecture halls and in between the bookshelves at work. Imagined chatter swarms around your mind. Although, it’s not hard to imagine what they probably say about you, if they even decide to speak about you at all.

What’s someone like that doing with someone like him?

“So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to keep scanning that book for the eleventh time?” Sungho’s voice is calm but clearly pointed.

As your coworker for over a year, Sungho has become way too good at reading you. He picks up on all of the little things, the tiniest sighs you let out when you think no one is within earshot, the subtle slump of your shoulders when life gets too demanding, repetitive actions as your brain drifts off. You can’t even think to lie to the man, since he sometimes seems to know what you’re feeling better than you do.

“Do you think Jaehyun and I are weird together?”

Sungho sighs, resting his hand on his cocked hip like an overly concerned mother. “I should have known it was about the boy,” he mutters. “No, I don’t think you and Jaehyun are weird together. Where is this coming from?”

You’re silent for a moment, trying to piece together your answer to the question. There’s a film reel that flashes through your mind, a compilation of all of your best times with Jaehyun. From laughs at the cocktail bar to bruising your knees at the ice skating rink, everything is overwhelmingly positive. The memories make your stomach sink.

“No one says hi to me when I walk across campus.”

Sungho’s look of concern transforms into one of confusion, head tilting to the side as if seeing you from another angle will make your words make sense. Clearly, it doesn’t work.

“I mean, everyone says hi to Jaehyun, but no one even spares me a glance,” you explain. “They look all confused when Jaehyun introduces me, almost like they don’t understand why he would be with someone like me.”

“Someone like you? You mean a beautiful soul who balances out Jaehyun’s energy perfectly?”

The sudden compliment catches you off-guard, but Sungho instantly shuts down your attempt to interrupt.

“No, no, no, let me finish. Y/N, you are amazing. Anyone who spends five minutes with you can see that. And who cares if most people on campus don’t know that? They don’t know you, and that’s okay. You don’t have to know everyone on campus, because that’s not you. And you know who sees you for you?”

“Who?”

“Jaehyun,” Sungho says with a soft finality. “Do you like spending time with him?”

You swallow thickly, a sudden wave of emotion tightening your throat. “Of course I do. He’s…he’s great.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“But what if he doesn’t think that I’m great?”

Sungho chuckles. “Have you seen the way he looks at you? Of course he thinks you’re great.”

The confidence behind his statement throws you for a loop, not because you don’t believe it, but because you truly haven’t thought about it.

“Sungho, how does he look at me?”

Sungho is silent for a second, clearly mulling over his words. When he finds the right ones, his face brightens into a smile.

“Like you’re the reason the sun rises every morning.”

. . .

You didn’t imagine that you’d be standing in front of Jaehyun’s door that very next evening, palms sweating and heart beating out of your chest. His dorm is in an old building, the thin walls allowing every sound to be heard. It seems like Jaehyun’s playing some soft music, but there are no voices to indicate anyone else being around. With a shaking fist, you knock on the door.

The smile that greets you is faint but saccharine sweet, dripping with a genuine welcoming aura that only Jaehyun could manage. When he registers your presence, a hint of shock crosses his face, but the smile never once falters.

“Y/N!” He exclaims warmly. “I didn’t know you were dropping by.”

You suddenly feel self conscious despite the man’s friendly tone. “Y-yeah, I just, uh…I wanted to talk.”

Jaehyun’s smile grows impossibly wider, its brightness burning a hole in your thoracic cavity. You imagine that your heart is attempting to leap right through it, to lay itself in a fleshy heap at Jaehyun’s feet. Knowing the man, he would simply scoop up the organ, tucking it somewhere safe before mopping up the blood.

“Sure, come on in.”

The ease with which Jaehyun invites you in creates a new thread of anxiety that begins to fray in your brain. How does it all come so naturally to him? How is being so authentically himself not draining in the slightest? How can he face no fears in letting you in, letting you see him fully?

The answers lie within his dorm. The room is quite cramped, which is typical for a single dorm, but it’s filled to the brim with everything that makes Jaehyun himself. The curtains on the wall are a deep blue, dark enough to dampen some of the sunlight that his eastern facing window lets in. Every shelf is stacked high with trinkets and photos, each one contributing their own array of color to the space. It’s neat, but carefree. It’s standard, but personal. You envy Jaehyun’s knack for decorating.

“Come sit,” Jaehyun motions, patting a spot next to him on the bed. “Can I get you anything?”

At your lack of response, Jaehyun looks perplexed, smile finally dropping from his face. His cheeks naturally puff out into a pout, plush lips turning downward.

“Y/N, is something wrong?”

It takes everything in you to not submit to his expression and the concerned lilt in his voice and go back on everything you set out to say. Instead, you steel your nerves as you sit, ready to say everything that has been heavy on your heart.

“Everyone says hi to you.”

Okay, so maybe not the best start.

“I mean that everyone says hi to you and it can be kind of weird for me,” you continue. “Everyone just looks at me like we don’t go together, like I don’t deserve you or something. I mean, don’t you think you should be with someone a little more outgoing, a little more popular?”

There’s a moment of silence, intensified by your baited breath. Jaehyun just regards you curiously, rounded nose twitching like a perplexed bunny. After a second, the man bursts into full bellied laughter.

“Y/N, are you serious?”

A stinging heat rises to your cheeks, an embarrassment you have never known before surfacing the longer Jaehyun chuckles. The man seems to sense his mistake after a moment, his peaks of laughter settling into a warm smile instead.

“Hey, look at me.”

It takes everything in your power to comply to Jaehyun’s request, cheeks only heating further when you return his gaze. His eyes seem to sparkle under the artificial fluorescence of the dorm room lighting, highlighting the endless depths of his irises. You begin to understand why people write anthologies on their lovers’ gazes.

“Fuck them.” At your obvious confusion, Jaehyun chuckles, but continues. “Seriously, fuck them. Y/N, I like you. I couldn’t care less about who knows you or who you know or what randoms on campus think.”

“B-but you’re so loud and boisterous and personal and I’m just…not.”

Jaehyun’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles again, full cheeks beginning to take on a pinkish hue. “And that’s what I like about you. You’re more reserved; you’re smart; you make me laugh like no other. When I first spoke to you in the library, I meant every word I said. I didn’t like you because I thought you were like me. I like you because you’re you.”

The words rush over you like a bucket of ice water. Maybe it’s the calm, soothing tone of Jaehyun’s voice, or the way his eyes shine with an unforeseen sincerity that makes you realize that he means it. Your mind had always fixated on the fact that Jaehyun liked you despite your differences, never once considering the fact that he liked you because of them.

“You mean it?” You hate the way your voice comes out thin and small, as if needing to be built up by Jaehyun’s reassurance.

The man in question just smiles, leaning forward to caress your cheek. It’s instinctual, the way you nuzzle further into his touch. If anything, he seems even more pleased by your subconscious action, thumb stroking the height of your cheekbone.

“Of course I mean it. I’ve meant everything that I’ve ever said to you.”

“Even that you like me?”

Jaehyun barely contains a snort. “Especially that I like you.”

The room is still for a moment, the only movement coming from the rhythmic stroke of Jaehyun’s fingers over your cheekbone. It’s easy to get lost in the tiny space, in the even tinier moment. You and Jaehyun are the only beings to exist here, the only witnesses to your closeness being the various figurines strewn across the dorm room.

“You know,” Jaehyun starts after the moment. “I was going to ask you something for our next date, but I think I should just ask you now.”

Now it’s your turn to fall into confusion, brows knitting at the man’s confession. “Ask me what?”

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

In the abstract, you should have seen it coming. He just spent the last few minutes assuring you that he likes you, and after a few dates, this would be the logical next step. And yet, surprise hits you like a tidal wave, completely throwing you off kilter.

“Girlfriend?”

Jaehyun chuckles, cheeks dimpling with the force of his smile. “Yes, girlfriend. I want you to be mine.”

Your tiny “me too” is barely out before Jaehyun is surging forward. His kiss hits you like a zap of electricity, sending signals flying up your spine. It’s much different from the first time he kissed you a few weeks ago, after you had both been tired and frozen to your core from the ice skating rink.

Back then, he kissed you like he was trying to warm you up. Now, he’s kissing you like he wants to melt you.

His hands stroke up the length of your thigh and hip, reminding you just how not ideal this position is. Sitting side by side while your necks crane towards each other is far from comfortable. But the warmth of Jaehyun’s palm against the fabric of your pants combined with the feverish way his lips claim yours makes any complaint you’d have die on your tongue.

You learn that Jaehyun is the exact opposite type of lover than you expected. Instead of energetic and demanding, he’s calm and reassuring. His touch is reverent as it explores the planes of your body, taking you apart as if you have all the time in the world. His body meets yours in a rhythmic crash of waves against shores, pace increasing as you both crest to your highest peak, just for the waves to come crashing down again.

It’s only when it’s over, and the two of you lay side by side in the cramped twin XL bed that you realize Jaehyun is far from the sun. He doesn’t burn you, nor does he drain your energy like evaporating water from a pavement.

Instead, he provides an all consuming comfort, the kind of warmth that comes from a campfire in the crisp chill of winter. He wraps around you and protects you from the harshness of the elements. He’s a space of relaxation, ease, a pulsing love that grows stronger with each blow of the wind. He’s a different kind of serenity.

A campfire only burns bright under the dark cover of night, the calm glow of the moon shining down on it all. For once, you allow yourself to get as close as you’d like, knowing that Jaehyun’s fire will never burn you.

.FIN.

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Yes, Ma'am. – Final Part

pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x afab!Reader

warnings: flirting, kissing :O, swearing, reader lore, mentioned events from the anime/manga

overview: 5 times you accidentally run into sanji, and 1 time you plan to meet; or – 5 times you rejected Sanji and 1 time you finally gave in.

a/n: this has about an 8.3k word count! ⊙⁠.⁠☉ i tried revising and making it shorter and wound up with more words instead,, anyways, eat up! <3

p.s. requests are open for anyone interested!

part one — part two

You drank your fifth bottle of beer despite not having enough Berries for even one. It had been a bad day – the worst, you think. It had been less than a year since you started as a sea merchant, and here you were now, not a Berry to your name thanks to a band of thieves. Thankfully, they left most of your products alone, only grabbing what they needed.

You tugged your father's jacket closer to your body and pulled out the stack of wanted posters that a News Coo bird had dropped off for the town you docked at. Most were new faces, some were pirates whose bounties increased.

You had asked for another bottle when the bartender questioned how you would be paying for it. You didn't answer. He rolled his eyes and muttered as he moved onto the customer a few seats away from you.

As you looked through the bounties, someone's booming voice chuckled as they entered the pub.

"Hey! Bartender, give us your finest liquor. Today is a day for celebration!" You turned to glare at the cause of loud noise when you realized at first glance that he looked familiar. You quickly whipped your head around to look at the posters again, shuffling through them.

Just as you found the one of the pirate that had just entered the pub, someone snatched it from your hand.

You turned to find that you had caught the attention of the pirate, Nepto Edda.

You saw the poster long enough to know his bounty would be more than enough to pay for your bill and get you back up on your feet.

"Looky here, men!" He chuckled again, showing his wanted poster to his crew with pride. They laughed as well.

Edda turned to you. "What are you planning to do with these, girl? You shouldn't be messing in these parts of the turf."

He slapped the posters off your hand, causing them to scatter on the pub floor. The bartender was too intimidated to reprimand the pirate.

Despite your recent loss, you held your chin high. You turned to completely face him.

"I'd love to hear you say that after I turn you in to the Navy."

He laughed before he swung to hit you, which you quickly avoided, sliding off your seat in the process. One of his crew was about to reach for his sword when you kicked his hand down and took the sword for yourself.

He and his crew kept his distance as you held the sword between you and them. At the last second, you sensed someone behind you. Before you could turn around, their blade was to your neck, their arm around your waist to keep you in place.

You clenched your jaw hearing their captain chuckle.

Your arms quickly fell to your side as a plan came to mind, though you were surprised to find the other person at the bar jumping into action.

He had taken one of his three swords and sliced at one of Edda's crew, catching everyone's attention.

You took the chance to slice the person behind you by their leg, the blade barely grazing your neck as you got away and sliced towards their chest.

The rest of the fight was a blur with the rush of adrenaline, though you had taken out your hidden gun at some point and pointed it to Edda.

His chuckle was nervous now, unlike how it was full and confident just moments ago. Who wouldn't be nervous, being at the mercy of a gun and a katana?

"Hey, back off, he's mine." The man that had jumped into the fight was first to speak.

You let out a surprised exclamation. The man certainly had the audacity. "How is he yours? I found him out and did the hard work, I didn't even need your help."

"I've done more damage to him than you have. It's only right that I'm the one to take him in," the green-haired man justified.

"Bullshit. I don't abide by that logic."

"Well, that's not my problem."

"I need to pay for my bill," you reasoned.

"So do I," he retorted.

"Please, it's both on the house if you just leave," the bartender, already sick of the bickering, pleaded with the pair of you.

Still, you continued even as the bartender spoke. "You wanna take this outside?" You said in a flurry of anger.

"Fine." He started to head out. You watched as he did, hitting Edda's temple with the butt of your gun to knock him out. You tied the pirate up before you quickly followed.

You settled right outside the pub, readying yourselves for a duel.

You recognized from his Three-Swords Style that you had challenged Roronoa Zoro, the notorious pirate hunter. Still, you did not prevail, taking out your own sword and placing your hand on your gun.

Before taking on the business in the seas, you had mastered the skill of swordsmanship and marksmanship, at least to your own extent.

"No guns," he announced.

"What, afraid you'll be at a disadvantage?" You knew he could most likely deflect bullets just as you could, but that couldn't stop you from taunting him.

"Fine. Do whatever you'd like."

Still, you obeyed, crouching and throwing your gun to the side. You instead equipped brass knuckles onto your now free hand.

You were now both ready, observing each other, waiting to see who would be first to offend and defend. Getting impatient, Zoro charged towards you.

His right hand rose to strike, which you quickly blocked with your sword. He pressured his sword forward, grunting when you didn't even seem to struggle upon keeping his blade away from yourself. You deflected it and stepped away as the blade swiped downwards, leaving a trail of dust as its trajectory hit the ground.

Your duel had caught the attention of a crowd, though it slowly depleted in size as your fight went on for hours.

Though you were exhausted, sweating and panting, the fight went on. You had both grazed each other multiple times, your knuckles even inflicting bruises onto his face, but neither cut a wound too deep into each other. The pub was closing and the moon had long risen by the time the bartender from earlier called your fight off, announcing it as a draw.

Reluctantly, and because the bartender had run his mouth off with scoldings, you split the bounty and parted ways. You never saw him again after that, and you were glad you never did.

* * * * * *

Once is an accident.

After leaving Baratie, you pulled out your map to head for Cocoyashi Village. It was under Arlong's reign but he allowed you to make trades with the village. As long as he got a share of your profit, of course.

You arrived every midweek to trade with the fruits they bore, most specifically the tangerines one villager named Nojiko grew. In return, you would give a few of the fruits and vegetables you traded from other villages. You would also give a few Berries to Genzo to help them pay for their monthly tributes.

For sailors and pirates of the sea, at least those with common sense, fruits and vegetables were essential to have on board to avoid getting scurvy. Naturally, you had to get the best of products to have a greater profit.

It took a few days for you to arrive. Though it was night when you did, the village seemed livelier than you had ever seen before.

Genzo greeted you as you docked your ship. He seemed to be in a bit of a drunken stupor as he called your name with joy. "Welcome!"

"Genzo, what's the occasion? I'm surprised Arlong let you have any fun," you remarked as you placed an arm around his shoulders to support him.

"You came at the right time! This marks the start of a new age in this village. We've been set free!" He announced, your eyes widening in disbelief.

"Coco's free?" You questioned for confirmation.

Genzo nodded with the grin that has remained on his face since he began to approach you. You had never seen him smile this much.

"This kid named Luffy beat Arlong into a pulp!" He then chuckled.

"Luffy?" You repeated. Genzo laughed again.

"And he had the nerve to challenge Marine's Vice Admiral Garp!" He said through his laughter.

"He fought Garp?"

Genzo nodded enthusiastically. He had begun leading you into the village at some point. "The Marines left without arresting them, though. Even if Garp could have completely beaten the kid."

"The village has been celebrating for four days now. Especially those pirates, they never seem to get tired!"

Just as he said it, you caught sight of Zoro sound asleep with a bottle of beer by his side.

"Oh. I guess it's just their captain that has endless stamina," Genzo concluded.

"Nojiko is resting, you ought to wait until tomorrow comes before you can trade."

You nodded in understanding.

"Have you eaten yet? You should try tonight's dish – tangerine garlic chicken." He grabbed you by the shoulders and led you to where the food was.

"Oh? Sounds interesting." You turned to face the person serving the food, your heart jumping in surprise as you did.

"Sanji!" Genzo had walked away to conversate with Luffy.

He had been keeping his eyes on the pan of cooked chicken as he scooped up a serving, his head suddenly whipping up to look at you as you called his name in surprise.

His eyes lit up as he called your name as well. "What are you doing here?" He was too shocked to tease you with something along the lines of, "how did you know where to find me?"

"I'm here for business, I trade for tangerines and other fruits with Nojiko. What are you doing here? What happened at Baratie?" You asked with confusion.

He shook his head and smiled, scooping a serving larger than usual to put on your plate. "I was, but I quit. I was too good for that place, anyway. I joined a pirate crew."

"You joined Luffy's crew?"

"You know him?"

You shrugged. "He pestered me at Baratie."

He chuckled as he looked away to find his captain, shaking his head in disapproval. "That idiot."

Usopp suddenly approached them, "Say, Sanji, have you eaten? Maybe you should take a break," he recommended, and something in his eyes told Sanji he was not taking 'no' for an answer.

"Hi, nice to see you again, miss Trader." He held his ground and stood with confidence beside Sanji as he greeted you with a grin.

"Likewise, I suppose, Usopp."

Usopp's confidence and courage seemed to crumble in less than a second as he cowered behind Sanji. "She remembers my name…!"

You fought an amused smile off your lips. "I'm not an ally to the Marines, there's nothing to worry about."

He didn't seem at all convinced, yet decided to trust you anyway. "A-Anyway, you should take that break, Sanji. Don't worry about the food, I'll handle it."

Sanji looked at him for a few seconds, almost reluctant, before taking a plate for himself.

"Make sure Luffy doesn't get near it – the village needs it more than he does, especially when he's had five servings and he's still starving," he instructed as he scooped himself a serving and took utensils for himself and for you. He handed you a fork and a spoon.

"Yes, sir!" Usopp saluted the chef before the latter gave him a grateful smile and began to walk away, a hand gently on your back to lead you along.

"What really happened?" There was silence on his end for a moment, so you spoke again. "I went back to Baratie the other day."

He chuckled. "Missed me that bad?"

You rolled your eyes yet a smile was on your lips. "The owner said you'd left. Figured that since I was a sea merchant, I'd be bound to run into you. That's all he said."

"Well, the old man's an idiot, he knows I'm headed for the Grand Line."

"You are?" You asked before taking a bite out of the chicken.

"Good?" He asked for your feedback.

You closed your eyes. You hated raising men's egos but you also couldn't lie. "It's the best I've had," it almost pained you to admit.

He couldn't help but chuckle at how cute you looked as you blurted it out, almost as if it were against your will that you did.

A somewhat comfortable silence fell between the two of you.

"I left Baratie because I wanted to find the All Blue." He looked at you and, as expected, you gave him a puzzled look. "It's a place where all the Blue Seas meet. You can find fish from all seas there."

You hummed with interest and intrigue. "Sounds like quite a chef's paradise."

He only smiled at you for a moment. He liked how you understood how he felt in an instant. "Exactly."

"So you're setting off to the Grand Line?"

"That's where we're headed. We just came here to get Nami." Your brows raised in surprise as you looked around.

"This is Nami's hometown?" He nodded.

"Turns out she joined the Arlong Pirates to buy her village back," he explained, "He set the price to a hundred million Berries then cheated her when she was about to reach that goal."

You couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief. "A hundred million?"

"It's hard to believe, isn't it?" Sanji laughed as well just thinking about how Nami collected a hundred million Berries in eight years. "Luffy beat the shit out of Arlong for that. Now we have our navigator back, we're headed for the Grand Line."

You could listen to him talk for hours, and so you did just that. You and Sanji talked for the rest of the night. Next thing you knew, Nojiko had awoken and approached you to trade.

Sanji helped load the crates of tangerines onto your boat, despite him usually refusing to use his hands for anything other than cooking.

"Come with me," he offered as Genzo loaded the second crate onto your boat. "Come with us."

"The Straw Hat Pirates?" You asked for confirmation. He nodded. Genzo left the two of you to talk.

You smiled and shook your head as your eyes avoided his gaze. "I'm a merchant, not a pirate."

"We're headed for the Grand Line."

"All the more reason not to go. That place is treacherous," you retorted.

Sanji suddenly had a cocky smile. "You'll miss me."

You matched his smile. "I'll live."

"You'll miss my cooking," he rephrased. You rolled your eyes again, unable to respond.

Sanji, dejected, forced a smile despite the rejection. "If your mind's set."

You only watched as he departed, hands in his pockets as he watched his feet with every step he took. You, too, watched his feet as he left. You felt like you should be doing something to get him to stay – maybe change your mind and come with him, become a pirate.

It was the first time you had made a real connection with anyone. Even before entering the business of a sea merchant, you never really clicked with anyone, platonically nor romantically. Sure, there were people who were there, but they never really felt right.

As you watched his feet, you looked curiously as they stopped, then turned around. Your eyes travelled up to his eyes when he turned.

"Maybe I'll come see you once we've left the Grand Line – once I've found the All Blue."

He spoke as if he was confident that he would leave the Grand Line. You knew the chance was small, but you decided to hope that he would leave the Grand Line, too.

"I'll look forward to it."

* * * * * *

Twice is a coincidence.

"Zoro, what's the deal with you and that merchant from Baratie?" Usopp had been the one to ask this time. The whole crew was curious, they just didn't want to pry, but the questioning and the lack of answers was getting to everyone.

"Please, just answer them. The asking is getting irritating," Nami complained as she looked at him.

They were currently strolling along a village they had come across while on the way to the Grand Line. They decided to stop by only with the purpose of buying supplies for the kitchen, yet everyone decided to come along. Everyone reckoned they needed a walk around for what they had gone through in just less than a month – what they had gone through ever since they became a part of Luffy's crew.

Zoro rolled his eyes and gave in. He told them the story of how he and you fought for a bounty, only for it to end in a draw.

Sanji smacked him upside the head as he finished telling the story of your first interaction. "You don't have a single ounce in you that's a gentleman, do you? How dare you fight her?"

"She was the one who challenged me," Zoro defended himself, facing the blonde.

"That's not an excuse." Sanji faced the moss head.

"She pissed me off."

"She had every right to after you tried claiming her find."

"You wanna take this somewhere else?!"

"Hey! Don't you dare fight or I swear, I'll knock you both out myself," Nami threatened.

At that, both men went silent. As they both turned to face the main street forward again, both pairs of eyes landed on you.

Sanji called your name again, in confusion and in surprise.

You hadn't heard, as you were in the market where all voices overlapped with each other.

"Oh, it's the bounty hunter!" Luffy exclaimed with a grin.

"Shh…! She might hear us!" Usopp covered his captain's mouth as they all kept their eyes on you.

"Her again?" Zoro groaned in frustration.

"Shut up, moss head." You were picking out fruits, picking the best ones then asking for their prices.

As Sanji watched you, a cigarette between his lips, he saw your eyebrows furrow, your eyes darting between the fruits in your hand and the merchant. Upon seeing the conversation begin to get heated, he quickly made his way to you without second thought.

The rest of the crew watched as Sanji spoke to you, still with the cigarette in his mouth. You had been surprised at his seemingly sudden appearance, though your anger quickly returned.

You spoke to him, though the crew wasn't near enough to hear exactly what you said, but all they knew was it was enough to rile their cook up as well.

Luffy scratched his head as he watched you and Sanji argue with the merchant who began to sweat anxiously. Sanji had approached you with the purpose of diffusing the tension, though he seemed to only add to it as he, too, became frustrated with the merchant and his product's pricing. His cigarette almost fell from how much he was yelling at the merchant.

"They're a perfect match," he concluded. The others agreed with hums.

"Zoro, you said you fought and it ended in a draw?" Luffy affirmed, his first mate nodding.

"Great! She's joining the crew."

"What?!" Everyone exclaimed at his quick decision making.

* * * * * *

Sanji found that the village they were now docked at was your hometown. You visited every once in a while to check in on your parents, who Sanji offered to cook for as the Straw Hat Pirates resided in your home for the day to rest.

You were one of the first to receive their captain's wanted poster, being considered an ally of the Marine despite you denying it time and time again. It was yet to be shown to the public, but you knew it was bound to appear in newspapers. It wasn't often that someone's first bounty would exceed the former highest's by 10 million Berries.

You would depart the next day and so would they, just in time to avoid having your parents seen as associates of the pirates.

Sanji offered you to join them again, telling you the captain's decision to invite you along as well.

You declined, again.

Sanji could see in your eyes that you wanted to, and not just because you wanted to join him. There was another reason that wasn't there the first time he gave you an invitation. Still, he knew he was in no position to pry.

You parted ways once again despite the both of you knowing you wanted the exact same thing.

* * * * * *

Third time's a pattern.

Only a few weeks passed when you saw each other again. You saw him first this time, almost thinking your eyes were deceiving you as he shopped for kitchen knives, while you searched for a better sword.

This village was known for their blacksmith being the best in the East Blue, so you knew to head here after earning just enough Berries.

You slowly approached him as he examined knives. He caught sight of you from one's reflection, his leg swinging towards you in defense as he was surprised. Only halfway through his action did it process in his mind that it was you.

Still, though he couldn't stop himself, you deflected his leg with your forearm. You knocked him upside the head afterwards.

He rubbed his head to ease the pain. "You are good."

You didn’t ask how he knew of your abilities when he had never seen you fight. "Thank you."

You already knew he would ask what you were doing here. "I'm looking for a better sword," you answered his silent question, "I'm thinking it's about time. I recently turned in a million bounty, anyway."

"Good job, darling." Your eyes darted to his with surprise at the pet name, a chuckle leaving your lips as you looked away from his eyes that bore into yours.

"Thank you." He smiled as you tried to hide your flushed cheeks.

"Have you eaten? I'd love to cook lunch for you." It was comedic how he didn't trust any restaurant, only offering his own cooking every time you ran into each other. He knew you only deserve the best in everything, so he always offered you his cooking.

Still, you never really refused.

You had to admit that he had every right to be cocky about his cooking skills – he wasn’t just all talk, anyway. You do believe that he was the best chef in the East Blue – maybe even of all the Seas.

After finding the right sword for yourself, you walked through the market to buy supplies for lunch. Sanji couldn't help but complain to you how Luffy had consumed a month's worth of food in less than an hour just as they had left the village prior to this one.

You couldn't help but laugh as he told the story, imagining Sanji chasing Luffy around their ship and pleading to Nami for a lockable fridge. After buying meat and vegetables, you started to head back to the boat.

Luffy was more than delighted to see you, Usopp still a bit skeptical (it was only in his nature), and Nami welcomed you aboard. Zoro was asleep.

Sanji cooked lunch for you, making something special for you and Nami as well as dessert, staying by your side as you ate your food.

You stayed with them for dinner, as well, finding that you made a connection with the rest of the crew as well.

"Do you really not want to join?" Sanji asked for the third time, you only chuckled as you already expected the answer to pop up at some point. You sat with the crew on the main deck's floor, deciding to dine under the night sky instead of inside the cabin.

"Yeah, it’ll be fun, come on!" Luffy urged you on before stuffing his mouth with the contents of Usopp's plate.

"Hey!" Usopp scolded him as soon as he noticed his plate empty again.

"I thought you were heading for the Grand Line, what are you doing here?" You asked while Usopp stood and went to the kitchen.

"Don’t change the subject." Sanji caught your attempt, causing you to give him a sly smile.

"We were, but Luffy can’t keep his hands off our fridge.” Zoro glared at the oblivious captain who only continued to eat.

Nami hummed in agreement. "We keep needing to stop by islands to restock every other day, even if we stock a month's worth of food."

"Your turn to answer," Sanji urged, leaving you no choice but to do so.

"I’ve told you – I’m a merchant, not a pirate. I’m not in these seas for gold or adventure, I’m here to make a living."

"You’re a negotiator," Nami chimed in.

"And a good fighter!" Luffy exclaimed with a full mouth. You could only assume that Zoro had told them of your first encounter.

"Pirates don't negotiate," you chuckle out.

"Usually not, which is why we need a great fighter if things go south," Luffy explained persuasively.

"You already have good fighters on board," you motioned towards everyone.

"It wouldn't hurt to have one more."

You ran out of rebuttals.

"Still, I’m not joining a pirate group with him." You cocked your chin towards Zoro's way. He had finished his dinner and shut his eyes to go to sleep while still sitting with his arms crossed.

"Done, he’s off the group," Sanji concluded in a heartbeat.

"You don’t get to decide that," Zoro reminded him without opening his eyes.

Usopp had returned with a plate full of food while you had started rebutting. He kept his eyes on it the whole time, yet it disappeared the second he looked away to listen to what you were saying.

"LUFFY! Stop eating my dinner!"

* * * * * *

Fourth time's a sign.

It was less of a surprise than a concern, the fourth time you ran into each other. You headed to Loguetown not long after you left the Straw Hats again. You arrived at the town and stayed for a few days.

You were currently in Captain Smoker's office. Usually, it was pirates that passed by Loguetown, as it was the island closest to the Reverse Mountain in the East Blue. He wasn’t expecting that his ex-subordinate’s merchant of a daughter would be found in a place such as this. He knew this was your father's hometown, but you being in his office told him you weren't here for family reasons.

"Will this take long?" You asked impatiently.

"Not at all." He pulled out a piece of paper. You waved your hand around the air in front of you, trying to swat away some of the smoke to see even a little bit of the writing on the paper.

He flipped the paper and slid it towards you. "State your purpose here, write your name here, sign here." He pointed at different lines on the paper.

"You will not be permitted if you’re after the One Piece," he informed you before you started writing, "You’ll be considered a pirate and arrested, effective immediately."

"And if my purpose is private?" You questioned.

He only sighed before replying, "You have to put something down."

At that, you began to fill up the details. "Your father, how is he?"

Your brows raised at his decision to make conversation. You knew he wasn't the best at it. "Fine. Better since he finally retired."

It was difficult taking care of your father. Once an ex-marine, then a merchant, his life had always been on the line especially in this age of pirates. You always worried and wondered whether or not your father would come home. It was only four years ago that he retired at the age of 71.

"And your mother?"

Your mother had been supportive of every decision you and your father made, finding that it would be difficult to get either of you to change your minds anyway.

She always wanted at least two children, though fell ill and became unable to before she could. Your mother always assured that you were enough, though she never really said it.

She was remorseful that you grew up alone, and you were sad that she never got to completely have what she wanted.

However, she had recently begun teaching art class to the children of your village as a way to pass the time. You were happy she did – it made her happy.

"She’s fine, too. Dropped by for a bit before I head for the Grand Line."

Silence filled the suffocating atmosphere that wasn't even as severe as when Captain Smoker would be alone in his office. As you finished filling up the form, you flipped the paper again to face him.

"I'm not going there for the One Piece, by the way."

"I thought you weren't," Captain Smoker affirmed, as if to elucidate the trust he had on you, despite your father's other connections.

He read your reasoning and seemed to be stuck on it. He glanced between you and the paper multiple times before he put out his cigar on the paper, putting out the fire so it didn't completely burn. That served as his seal of approval.

You left his office afterwards, and you couldn't help but scan the streets as you walked. It had become somewhat of a bad habit, looking for Sanji in every village you visited.

As if fate was on your side, maybe even rooting for you, you heard the certain North Blue accent of a certain blonde haired chef call out your name.

You cannot hide the smile from your face as you turn to face the source of his voice, and it is evident by the grin on his face that he was all the more elated to have been able to run into you just before he entered the Grand Line.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, though you already knew the answer.

"Heading for the Grand Line," he answered as if it didn't need to be questioned at this point, which it really didn't. "You?"

"Heading for the Grand Line," you mimicked with a grin.

Though you expected him to be joyful, his face fell with confusion. "What?"

"There's something I have to tell you," you admitted sheepishly. "Lunch?" You offered before you gave him the news.

He couldn't help but smile at your offer, knowing he couldn't refuse it.

* * * * * *

Sanji found out your favorite food in your hometown. Given that, to your parents, it was a blessing for you to come home, they had decided to cook your favorite food for you. It was a simple tonkatsu, yet he wanted to make it perfect for you – just the way your parents would make it.

You learned that every Straw Hat had gone to different parts of the town, looking into every shop and spoiling themselves for as long as they could before they entered the Grand Line.

Meanwhile, Sanji set aside the task of buying supplies to cook for you instead.

"Why are you suddenly going to the Grand Line?" He asked while chopping up a cabbage. You sat at the dining table of the place you rented for a few days.

"It was never my intention, I always planned to stay in the East Blue," you admitted. "But my father, he…" you couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous it was.

"He and an old friend hid their family treasure in the New World – swore to one day come back for it."

"Your father entered the Grand Line?" You nodded.

"He really did make the most of it during his golden age back then," you remarked.

"So now, you're going to the New World to get your family treasure back?" You nodded again.

"And his friend's. After everything my parents have done for me, I think this is the only way I can repay them. Especially since my father grows weaker everyday now."

He nodded in understanding. He moved to sit next to you while he waited for one side of the tonkatsu to cook. He usually wouldn't, but he wanted to savour the moment he had with you – to be as close as he could to you.

"So, would you want to join us, now?" He offered again.

He noticed you took longer than usual to respond.

"I can't."

Sanji chuckled, unable to feel gray by the fourth time you rejected him. "Do you at least think about it?"

You couldn't help but chuckle as well. "I've always travelled alone," you reasoned, "and I think this should be something that I do alone."

"Agree to disagree," Sanji decided.

"I'm still not changing my mind." He raised his hands in surrender and he stood to turn the tonkatsu to its other side.

"So, I guess this is the last time we see each other," you deduced.

"Unless we run into each other at the Grand Line," Sanji added.

"Right." You looked at each other for a moment, and being under his gaze suddenly made you feel small, so you straightened your posture as you and he made sure to take with you every detail of each other. You weren't even sure either of you would be able to enter the Grand Line safely, yet somehow you were both still confident that you would.

"There's different islands and different paths to take in the Grand Line," you brought up, implying that your paths may not cross again.

"Well, if it's our fate to meet again, I will continue to ask you," Sanji reassured.

You chuckled. "Your captain has the highest bounty in the East Blue, you might not even leave the town."

"Please, our captain's an idiot. People, even in the Grand Line, will underestimate him and end up regretting it." His tone was distracted as he spoke, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips.

Your corner of your lips knowingly curled up to a smile, "You might meet other women."

"I will meet them, but I wouldn't pursue them – can you please just let me kiss you?" He asked impatiently. His eyes had settled on looking only at your lips by now. He knew by the smirk on your lips how you knew about his growing need to kiss you every time you two saw each other.

"Yeah, alright," your answer was all the more casual as if it didn't make your heart skip a beat to hear how desperate he had sounded. The words barely left your mouth before he had gently cupped your cheek and his lips met yours.

A groan left his lips and vibrated against yours as your hand tangled in his hair, his hand now resting to cup your jaw so he could feel how fast your heartbeat was from your pulse point.

You soon pulled away for air, your hand still in his hair and his on your cheek. Your foreheads touched as you leaned onto each other, both panting. You smiled and soon chuckled, pressing a kiss on the apple of his cheek.

"The food might burn," you reminded him that he was cooking.

He panted out a few more breaths and savoured the moment. It seemed as if the sentence you uttered took a moment to process in his brain after you had stupefied him with your kiss.

"Shit."

He quickly left your side, disconcerted as he overcooked one side of the tonkatsu.

Oh, well, he thought. He supposed he would have to endure eating this one if it meant you would have a perfect meal.

* * * * * *

Fifth time's an obstinacy.

It was as if your fates had been intertwined the moment you two first met.

You glanced at your Log Pose every once in a while as you waited for your order at the restaurant. As you did, you couldn't help but wonder where Sanji was at this point and time. It was taking quite some time for your Log Pose to record the direction to the next island with the path you chose to take, so you wondered if they were already far ahead of you.

"Man, I'm starving!" A familiar voice exclaimed upon entering the restaurant.

"You just finished eating every free sample at the market," another familiar voice responded, his tone nonchalant.

"Yeah, those were the appetizers!" You turned to face the entrance with a confused look, both heads immediately turning to face you, too.

"Oh, hey, it's you again!" Luffy walked towards your table, his first mate reluctantly following suit.

"What are you doing here?"

"We got lost, I think!" He announced as if it were something to boast about.

"Don't say it so confidently," Zoro scolded.

"Good to see you, moss head," you greeted with sarcasm.

"Hey, don't you start, too." You were about to give a snarky remark when Luffy spoke again.

"We just came from an island called Little Garden! We're planning on heading to Alabasta since we have their princess on board," Luffy explained, unknowingly preventing another duel between you and Zoro.

"For the record, we didn't kidnap her for ransom," Zoro cleared up due to the nature of Luffy's odd way of phrasing.

"Technically, we did, because Nami's asking for one billion Berries in return," Luffy argued.

"That's Nami we're talking about," Zoro retorted.

"Oh, waiter! I would like to order, please!" Luffy's voice boomed at the restaurant.

"Where's Sanji?" You asked. Your eyes had scanned around in search of the chef the moment you saw Luffy and Zoro, though you knew deep down that Sanji would only trust his own cooking. He would probably even scold you if he caught you dining here.

"Buying food supplies," Luffy responded while still eyeing the waiter who was serving another table.

"You ate it all again, didn't you?"

Luffy grinned at how well you seemed to know him. "I did!"

He was an open book – he seemed oblivious of the fact.

The waiter soon arrived with your food and Luffy took the chance to order every dish on the menu.

"Oh. Zoro, do you have any money?" Luffy had asked in the middle of his fourteenth dish. Zoro only looked at him, then they turned to you in unison.

Your eyes widened at the pair. You had finished your meal by Luffy's eighth dish, yet you stuck around both because of your amusement and manners.

You cleared your throat and looked away from their gazes, slowly taking out a few Berries that were enough for your meal before you stood and fled from the restaurant.

You could hear Luffy's frantic exclamations from outside the restaurant, growing distant as you continued to run.

You let out a surprised exclamation as you ran into someone upon your lack of focus. They had stopped you from completely crashing onto their chest by grabbing you by the shoulders.

He called your name and your head whipped up to face him.

"Sanji!" You grinned and threw your arms around his neck in an embrace, glad that he had entered the Grand Line safely. He wrapped his arms around your waist as well, lifting you off the ground as his grip tightened a bit.

He placed your feet back down on the ground a moment later, pulling away from the hug.

"Glad to see me again?" You teased.

"Very much, darling," he didn't attempt to deny, a wide grin now on his lips.

You noticed that he was with Nami, Usopp, and an unfamiliar woman with blue hair. You greeted the pair and gave the woman a puzzled look.

"This is Vivi," Nami introduced her, telling Vivi your name as well.

"It's nice to meet you," Vivi uttered sheepishly.

"Oh, are you the princess?" You presumed, panting from your running.

"Wait, you know?" Usopp questioned with confusion.

"I ran into your captain and swordsman. They almost trapped me into paying for their lunch at the restaurant." You pointed your thumb over your shoulder at the restaurant ahead of them.

"That's our captain for you." Nami shook her head in disapproval as she looked at the restaurant.

"Would you like to join us for lunch?" Sanji offered, smiling. "I'd be delighted to cook your favorite for you again."

You gladly accepted.

You were once again found boarding the Going Merry. Luffy and Zoro were yet to return, and presumably got lost, so Usopp volunteered to return to the village to search for them.

Once Vivi and Nami retreated to their shared room and left the two of you alone in the kitchen, you couldn't keep your hands off each other.

Your lips met again and things turned heated until you soon had to stop yourselves and let Sanji prepare the crew's lunch.

Sanji had a sly grin on his face as he buttoned back up his top button that you had unconsciously unbuttoned.

"I'm still not becoming a pirate." You could see the question coming from a mile away now.

Sanji clicked his tongue in playful annoyance. "Think about it."

"I have!" You chuckled as you spoke.

"And do you see yourself coming with us?" It took you a while to respond, contemplating whether or not you should tell the truth.

"I do," you admitted.

"So why don't you want to?"

"Because I feel like I'll forget what my goal is when I'm with you." He seemed taken aback by your response. "I forget about everything else when I'm around you. I forget there's a whole world with real people beyond that door and that it's not just you and me."

"I won't let you forget it," he reassured you, "I'll be there to support you, to help you."

He took your hands in his. "It pains me to be parted from you."

You rolled your eyes at how cheesy he sounded. "You'll live."

"I'll live in agony." You couldn't help but chuckle despite how serious he sounded. You squeezed his hands in comfort.

"Well, I do recall my father telling me that his friend left a clue somewhere in Alabasta." His eyes lit up at the thought of seeing you again, of having certainty of when and where you'll be able to meet again.

"Suppose I head there next; are you willing to find me?"

"I would scour all of the Blue Seas to find you."

Your heart jumped. "Then it's a date."

* * * * * *

It had only been two weeks since you last saw Sanji. You had encountered one more island, an autumnal kingdom, before you arrived at Alabasta.

Your father and his friend had made a riddle. It was almost as if you were on a scavenger hunt on the world's most dangerous land and waters.

In a desert land where droughts hold sway,

Soon an oasis, you'll find me one day.

But don't expect to see a mirage's grace,

I'm real, with life, by North's palace.

Rainbase. It had to be. It took days for you to travel to the location, the desert just as deadly as the open waters of the Grand Line.

You looked at the map of Alabasta, with it the piece of paper with the riddle your father had given you. In the event that neither he nor his friend would be able to return to their treasure, they decided to mark their clues with their initials.

And so, the paper was signed 'A.P. & G.D.R.'

Though there was commotion near the casino, you scoured the streets and alleys of Rainbase to find any sort of clue. Once you were sure to have checked every alley, your shoulders sagged as you failed to find the clue. It was only when you entered the pub that you found what you were looking for.

There was a wall of photographs in the corner of the pub. You drank a bottle of beer as your eyes scanned the unfamiliar faces of the pub's patrons.

You almost spat your beer out when you found one of your father and his friend. You unpinned it to take a closer look, noticing that it was slightly indented at some parts. You turned the picture around and found another riddle written with messy handwriting. It matched that of the riddle in your possession.

Way up high a place God is resided,

On stolen land from which its people are prohibited,

With fate and luck you will reach this land of Vearth,

Found far within the clouds where you will prove your worth.

– A.P. & G.D.R.

…What was that supposed to mean?

Rainbase was a piece of cake to decipher, but this one seemed to be utter nonsense.

You supposed it was up to par with how the Grand Line was. Nothing made sense and everything made you clueless.

You walked away from the wall, glum as you headed for the exit, when the bartender called for you.

He had been bartender long enough to recognize your father's face and your resemblance of him. He gave you something your father and his friend had left – something they entrusted to him to keep until someone came looking for clues.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the gold coin with Gol D. Roger's Jolly Roger. His flag had long fallen, yet the coin still assured your protection so long as you had it on your person as you continued in your journey.

And so, you left the pub with a photograph and a rare treasure.

"Oh!" Someone called your name just as you were walking back to the inn. You lifted your head off the ground to see Sanji up ahead.

A smile immediately found its way to your lips as you began to approach him, his arms raising as an invitation to an embrace.

You burrowed your face into his chest as you hugged him, his chest vibrating as he chuckled upon seeing you again.

"I hope you didn't miss me too much," he remarked.

You shrugged with nonchalance. "I survived," you retorted.

He had a cigarette between his lips that curled up at your reply. His hand took yours. "Come on."

Your eyes widened as he began running, leading you along. "Where, exactly?"

He forced a laugh to lessen your soon-to-be anxiety. "Err…Me and the gang are sort of on the run from Crocodile."

"The Warlord?!" He nodded.

"We got split up, but we're headed towards Alubarna to stop a war," he said too casually. You sighed exasperatedly.

"Nothing's ever dull with you guys, is it?" He only laughed.

* * * * * *

You successfully helped stop a war.

Luffy had fought and successfully defeated Crocodile. Unfortunately, he had been poisoned in the process, though was quickly given an antidote. This caused him to be in a three-day coma which fortunately left the rest of the crew to rest as well.

Since the last time you first saw them, you found that they recruited a reindeer doctor that had eaten the Human Human Devil Fruit.

You and Sanji decided to go out for dinner during those three days. By that, it means that Sanji cooked a five-course meal for just the two of you. You insisted that he didn't need to, but he insisted otherwise.

You both had taken hits and gained wounds during your attempt at preventing a war, so Sanji made sure to implement food that would help your wounds heal faster and give you more strength.

He told you the story of how they had met and recruited Chopper, the reindeer doctor. Nami had fallen ill days after their stay at an island called Little Garden. He also told you how the island had dinosaurs and two giants who had been in a century-long fight for a reason they didn't even remember anymore.

He told you of Baroque Works and the members they had come across and defeated, and how Crocodile had secretly been the organization's boss.

You noticed that he was yet to ask you the question that came every time you came across each other. Throughout your night, you waited, and it never came. You supposed he had come at peace with your seemingly compelled answer that never changed every time he asked you.

By the third day of your stay in Alubarna, Luffy finally woke. His crew was quick to devise a plan to leave the kingdom before the sun rose to quickly get back to your ships.

Vivi was torn between staying for her kingdom or joining the Straw Hat Pirates, so they had given her twelve hours to decide, which was just enough for their ship to pass by the eastern part of Alabasta and let Vivi board if she ever decided to join them.

Vivi chose her kingdom. She bid the Straw Hats farewell during her coming-of-age speech, staying by the coast as she showed off her 'X' tattoo that matched the others. It was a symbol that said no matter where they were, they would always be a Straw Hat Pirate.

The others had shown off theirs, too, while they sailed away from Alabasta.

Now, you remained on the Going Merry. Your boat was connected to the ship by rope. You were lounging at the main deck with the crew.

"We'll untie your boat from ours once we get far enough away from the Marines," Nami explained.

"Alright…" You replied, seemingly distracted.

Naturally, Sanji was the first to notice this. "Something on your mind, love?"

You had gotten used to the pet names at this point. You looked up at the ship's Jolly Roger as you rethought your decision one last time.

You closed your eyes. "Fine," you started.

You opened your eyes to see everyone looking at you curiously and expectantly.

"I'll join your crew," you clarified.

In the blink of an eye, Luffy lifted you to your feet and began to dance you around in celebration, Usopp and Chopper joining in. You couldn't help but chuckle at their delight.

Once the moment passed, Sanji approached you and held your hand.

"Are you sure?"

You smiled up at him. "I've thought about it a lot, like you said."

You looked around at the faces you've come across multiple times already. "And I guess I wouldn't mind being with a few friends – the journey to the New World is long, anyway."

You turned to Sanji. He had been looking at you with a smile.

Then, he suddenly swept you up into his arms and kissed you right there and then, finding himself too overwhelmed with emotions to say anything – so he just kissed you.

Most of the crew let out a surprised exclamation while Luffy began to laugh gleefully.

Nami was about to scold the cook as she saw your flushed face when you pulled away and chuckled sheepishly.

"Not in front of the crew," you spoke through gritted teeth as you gently smacked him upside the head.

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, I got carried away."

"Sanji! This calls for a celebration! Cook something for us!" The Straw Hat Captain boomed.

"Aye-aye, captain!"

The door to the cabin swung open just as Sanji began to approach it. He halted in his steps.

"So, we've finally left the island?" Nico Robin, Miss All-Sunday, seemed to have snuck on board.

"...AAAHH!"

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a/n: i wonder if anyone figured out reader's father's friend was roger before it was stated…?

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multifandomfanatic02 · 1 year ago

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"You didn't know, pt.1"

Pairing: Alastor x fem!OC?? (pulled the name out of a hat honestly)

Warning: mentions of r*pe, detailed murder,

Summary: it was never mentioned as to why Alastor turned to murder. Maybe it could have been because he lost someone important to him? Who knows really?

a/n: I tried my best to stick to Alastor's character and respect his sexuality. If you think this needs any improvement or if you have some kind criticism, please let know! And if this liked enough I'll make a part two! (itsbeentwelveyearssinceihavewrittenanythingpleasebenice)

Spring of 1915

Alastor had been a victim of his mother's matchmaking since he was seventeen. Seven dates have been attempted in 5 years total.

No, he was more focused on his occupation as a writer. What Alastor was truly in love with, the smooth jazz that blessed his ears, to the dancing, the books. He was clearly an art enthusiast. And there was one artist's work he admired more than anything. Lillian Fletcher. She was a high position in a very popular magazine and newspaper. Decided what was trendy and what wasn't. While her job is more in the line of sales, Lillian's colleagues agree to let her put her own articles in them. They get hella cash flow.

Crazy as it is, no one has seen what she looked like. When conferences with celebrities happen, it's like she's there in spirit and the articles just show up in the papers one day. I guess you could say it's what Alastor admired about Lillian, she was obviously a humble woman. Someone who cared about her work as much as he did his. Even more so loved the same things he did.

A special night was approaching, Alastor was going to join the press as a journalist for a conference. Even get to do an interview with the famous guest. It was such a grand occasion, he wore his best suit. A black suit rimmed with red buttons and red seams around the collar and of course a red dress shirt underneath. Took the breath away from most of the women that glanced at him during the little shindig.

"Look at my handsome little man, I'm so proud of you, mon cœur." Alastor's mother beams at him with pride, rubbing her fingers against his cheek. He grabs her hand and guides her to the bar.

"Thanks mama, I'm really glad you get to be here with me tonight. Can't imagine anyone else to spend this night with, I mean that." Her eyes start to swell as tears spill out of them. He chuckles wiping them away with the back of his hand. The lights finally begin to dim and the guest comes out on stage. "It's time mama, I need to join the crowd." Alastor unpockets his pen and pad and walks to the chaos of the press unfolding before him.

2 hours gone by and he gets maybe 3 questions out of him. This guest isn't particularly nice. He's obviously rushing the journalist and being very um.. kind of an asshole with his replies. Then again it was to be expected from this one. It's why he's Alastor first real job after all.

"Can you please answer respectfully for once? Stop being an ass to the people who will write your story one day." Everything goes quiet and all heads turn to the back of the crowd. A woman.

"Who are you to speak to me that way, slut." He says giving her a disdainful expression.

"I apologize sir, I just want to know as to why you treat everyone like garbage."

"Miss.. does your husband know you are here." He scoffs, taken aback by the woman's comment.

"I am not married, sir." Her eyes are stoic, there's no signs of kidding on her face.

"That explains a lot. No one wants a woman with a mouth like that.. anyhow, ma'am I think you are done here. Guards! See to it that this.. woman.. leaves the building." He snaps his fingers calling the guards over.

Everyone in the crowd obviously disgusted by attitude. Who gave her the right to talk to HIM that way. Only one pair of eyes saw her differently than anyone else. Alastor. She was glorious. He has never seen someone so beautiful in AND out like this before. The woman wore a royal blue drop-waist dress made of silk and velvet with beads and tiers. Thick mid length hair pinned up in a bob, in attempt to keep it all in place. Pearls adorned her neck beautifully.

He walked out the building following loosely behind, his hand rubbing the back of his neck briefly.

"Are you alright, miss?" He speaks softly to her, trying to not speak the woman.

"Ah yes, thank you, I apologize for my behavior back there. You didn't have to come after me." She hugs her arms and paces back and forth, irritation clearly visible on her face.

"I believe it was very much needed. He certainly needed to be put in his place. Who better than you." Alastor's lips grew into a soft grin. She stopped pacing finally taking a really good look at him. Handsome, is all she thought. "May I ask for your name?" He bent down grabbing her hand kissing the back of it.

A blush flooded her face from her cheeks to the tips of the ears. "L-Lillian Fletcher... and you are?" He looked up in shock to her response, clearing his throat.

"My name is Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure indeed!" His smile turned into a starstruck expression. "So you are the Lillian Fletcher that works for the magazine?!" She nodded nervously as Alastor struggled to keep his cool. "I love your articles and sales pitches! It's what inspired me to shoot my shot with an actual job in journalism. I've been writing for as long as I can remember."

"I'm so glad to hear that, my job is my everything. I'm very passionate about it." Her hand hovers over her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Say, Ms. Fletcher, would you like to have dinner with me?" He holds out his arm for her to take as she gladly accepts, wrapping her hand around it with a smile.

"Call me Lili."

Summer of 1917

"How do I look, mama?" Lillian looked at her future mother in law, holding back her tears. Her knuckle grazed under her eyes to keep from ruining the makeup. The dress she wore was an ivory colored low v-neck dress full of lace and the sleeves were nothing but loose tassels. The most gorgeous wedding dress you'd have ever seen. Her hair was neatly curled and pinned up, feathered boa wrapped around her back and arms, elbow length silk gloves, a string of pearls around the neck, and finally a flower crown. Never has someone looked so elegant.

Alastors hands ran through his hair pacing around in the dressing room. No way was this perfect day about to happen for him. He never thought that one day he'd be married. Alastor has always kept to himself, never found anyone attractive enough. He believed the romance life wasn't for him. While it's partly true, he surely was in love deeply. However both agreed that they never wanted children. Never thought they needed to have intimacy to have love. It would be the perfect life with their work, passions and each other of course.

"Ooo honey, you are looking handsome. Can't wait for you to see Lillian. She's glowing." She says letting herself into his room. She walks towards and pulls him down by the collar to fix his bow tie. "My baby boy, finally getting married."

"Thank you mama, for everything. I'll be sure to pass on your jambalaya recipe to her." He snickers, getting a whack in the arm from her.

"Don't start with me now, boy, you're never to old for a whoopin. You hear me?"

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The wedding has started in the chapel and everyone takes their seats. Alastor already tearing up from the band playing music. His fingers fidgeting with eachother in front of him. His bride in all her glory walking down the aisle as if she was a star in the sky.

They took each other's hands holding their breaths as the priest gets through his speech. The wedding was very simple and short event. Due to both groom and bride's status, it was best to keep it a secret and only allow close family. Meaning Alastor's mom and their pet black cat.. Lucifer.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." That moment lasted for what felt like forever.

Winter of 1928.

Eleven years have passed, both are 34 years of age and their relationship has nothing but flourished since they were married.

Lillian has retired from her life of writing for the public to devote herself to her husband. It's been peaceful and life has never felt better. Alastor on the other hand was promoted to radio host as soon as they were being sold to consumers. It's one thing to write it all out on paper but another to broadcast his interviews and music live to listeners with similar interests. It was... a thrill to him. He and his wife have became quite the team on radio. She often helps him figure out pitches to his audience to boost it.

"Al dear, don't you think it's time for bed?" Lillian's hands wrapped around his neck and ran down his chest, leaning down enough to place a kiss on his head. "You've been working on next week's interview all day. Time to rest, darling."

He sighs and squeezes her hand before nodding. "Alright mon amour." He stands up dragging his feet to their shared bed, tucking each other in. Lillian stroked his hair in hopes to bring him some comfort. He pulls her into his chest. "I will never love anyone other than you. You are mine for eternity."

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"Why haven't you told me about this before?!"

"I just didn't want you to worry about it.. you've got a big show coming up soon."

"Hate to break it to you, darling, but someone stalking you is a lot more important to me than a damn show!" Lillian silenced herself, looking away from Alastor's gaze. "I'm staying home."

"No! You can't! That show is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"YOU are my one opportunity! If something happened to you.. I would go Insane." He gripped her shoulders tightly.

"Fine.. Let's make a deal, Al dear. You stay at home all week, but on the day of your show, we take extra precautions to the house and you go. After that you can stay home as much as you want." Lillian says in a serious tone and holds out her hand.

"Deal."

⛧ ⛧ ⛧

The day had finally come and both were feeling nervous. In truth, neither of them wanted Alastor to leave. But with the extra precautions in the house, there was no point in staying home. She was right, this chance will never come again.

The stalker in question had done this sort of thing to several women in the past, many of which had simply gone missing. The ones that were found had been abused and stabbed in the spine causing paralysis, and yes, dead. What a horrific way to die, they both thought. So far there have been 6 victims.

"Are you ready, dear?" Lillian asks helping his coat on. Alastor's expression looking out of place. He was scared and couldn't look her in the eyes, fearing it could be the last time he sees them.

"Are you sure you can't come with me?" He grabs her hand and holds it to his chest. His heart beat a mile a minute.

"You know I'm not allowed there anymore. Or have you forgotten?" She chuckles in attempt to comfort her husband. Obviously not working. Alastor was heartbroken, the only thing he could think of now was to hurry up and get his show done and over with so he can come home. Almost like it wasn't important anymore.

"I've got you a gift." He pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. Lillian took the box and opened it, revealing a locket. 'Mon amour'. She opened it up to see a picture of them on their wedding day. Happy as can be. "No matter what happens know that you are the most important thing in my life." She smiled up at him and gave him a big hug before thanking him. It's beautiful.

"Time to go, my darling." She gives him one last passionate kiss before pushing his butt out the door and locking it. It was cruel to do that however, if it dwelled on it any longer he'd surely break his promise. In reality, she was panicking about being left alone. For good reason...

Alastor's body finally relaxed after 4 hours of his show, it was the most enjoyable one so far. Interviewing the mayor, he was a lot nicer than expected and obviously cared for his people. It wasn't until one of the new journalists came barging in that everything changed.

"Uh oh we've got some breaking news! A new victim of the killer. Our seventh victim is the magazine writer and trend-setter, Lillian Lili?!..." He held his breath as a lump formed in his throat. Immediately getting up, turning on his heels, and hurrying out of the building. His hands were shaking in hopes that she was at the very least still alive. Maybe this was a different situation.

Police and the press had already arrived hours before. Pushing through the crowd, a policeman placed a hand on his chest to keep him at bay.

"Are you Mrs. Lillian's husband?" The policeman asked. Alastor's glared down at the man keeping him away from his wife. "I'm afraid I have to tell you that she was killed. I cannot let you go on further for your own good."

"H-How did this happen.. the house was covered in as many locks as we could find! Wood bolted to the windows and-"

"It was not a break in, sir. He had been living in your cellar for what may have been... a week?." Alastor's color drained from his face. In the cellar? He had locked his wife in there with that criminal?

He pushed past the policeman and ducked under the police tape. No one stopped him in time before he saw the scene unfold in front of him. Just like the other women. She had been assaulted and puddles of blood ran from her back. Alastor drops to his knees and grips his hair, crying hysterically. Something snapped within him. His cries suddenly turned into insane laughter. It appalled everyone. He goes over and picks her up and cradles her lifeless body in his own. The blood staining his clothes.

"You can't do that! This is a crime scene! You can't mess with evidence. It belongs to the police department!" The police officer yelled at him. Alastor said nothing continuing to hold her. He knew what to do..

Winter of 1933

̷̍̇̄̐̂̏͊̒̈́ "Breaking News! We have an update on Paul Benjamin. You know the one serial killer who has had an open case for 20 years. Well.. HE'S DEAD HAHAHAHA!" Alastor beat on his desk laughing before clearing his throat. "I apologize for my outburst, it just about time it happened don't y'all agree?" He said calming down and wiping the tears from his eyes. "I wonder who's next on this antihero's list."

It had been 5 years since Lillian's death. While he is working through the pain, his methods to cope is questionable. Four years ago Alastor had decided he wanted to deal with his wife's murderer himself. A year of following his movements and actions eventually paid off. A new addiction emerged to the surface. How easy it was to pierce human skin, to the screams of misery and pain. It was such an amazing feeling. Why stop there? There are people who deserve the same. Nine monsters.. nine people killed by Alastor's hand. Each deeply researched and carefully chosen.

The walk back home from the studio was peaceful. Nothing could make this night better. Many horrors have been removed from the streets of New Orleans thanks to him. Thankfully he was never suspected in any of them. Alastor was very particularly careful how he handled them. Every single seeming to be an accident or su**ide. To the public, it was almost like a miracle. But to the criminals themselves, they knew. Who was next on this mastermind's list? Paranoia set in to them all.

"Ahh what a day my dear, wish you could be here to see what I've accomplished." His laugh was maniacal. He removed his jacket and put it on the hanger on the door. "You are safe now, my darling. We're getting closer to having a free city of monsters."

"I knew it was you.." a voice whispered to Alastor from behind him, holding a knife to his neck. "The only monster left in this town is you, Al." Alastor stayed quiet and slowly reached for the knife in his vest pocket. "I d-don't want to kill you. I understand why you did it but your wife would not like this. Just submit yourself to the police and I will let you go."

He belted the insane laughter, making the man steadily walk backwards in fear. "Understand? You could never understand." Alastor swiped his finger across the cut on his neck left by the knife, and licking it. "I just enjoy doing it." He swiftly shoved the knife into the man's chest.

"Hmmm.. where to put this one. Ah I got it." Unlike all the others, this one was a surprise bonus to the collection. The only possible place to deal with this one was the forest a few acres behind his home. No one went in due to the stories of crytids and it being haunted. It was perfect.

He grabs the shovel sitting against the treeafter placing the corpse in the hole, filling it up with dirt. Upon hearing voices creeping upon him, he looked over his shoulder briefly just for everything to go dark.

"Uh.. I don't think that was a deer, Bill."

"What?"

Present day in Hell

"Congratulations, your highness. Never doubted you for a second. The hotel is starting to gain attraction. " Alastor bowed to Charlie with his hand on his chest.

"You know damn well you're only here for the entertainment. You even said it was a ridiculous idea." Vaggie tapped her feet and crossing her arms.

"Ah yes well... I apologize. Regardless I'm glad everything worked out this way." He gripped his cane, his static-y voice glitching out a bit.

"Speaking of attraction, don't you think it'd be a good idea to put out more commercials and articles about the hotel. Maybe the sinners will take it seriously this time." Charlie paced back and forth before looking to Alastor.

"Good idea! And I know just the person." The one he referred was a commonly feared overlord. One that could potentially out matched Alastor himself. Maere. The dream demon. His shtick was that he can sneak into nightmares and manipulate humans and sinners to sign away their souls for something as simple as a piece of clothing. A soul for an easily attainable item. Despicable.

All the souls he owns have been known to be abused within his possession. On top of it, he rents them out to customers for whatever they need. Because of his collection of talented souls, he has earned his spot in several companies from technology and fashion to restaurants and sinful services.

Now Alastor does not like dealing with demons like him. He was a murderer but only to those who deserve it or push his buttons. Being acquaintances with Maere was useful at times. In the past he has secretly helped free some of them from the contracts with him. This was not one of those times.

The square of pentagram city, where you will find all the fashion stores and new technology. Anything you may need really, including Maere's headquarters.

"Alastor! Our beloved radio demon. I figured your ass would show up around here at what point, old friend." He rubbed his cigarette between his fingers putting it in the ash tray before standing up to greet him.

"Ah ha ha.. don't call me that. I'm just here to do business." He swiped his dhoulder pad before putting both hands atop his cane. "I'm sure you've heard about princess Charlotte's hotel kicking up attention. I'm here to see if you have any souls that would be perfect in advertising the hotel. Someone who is persuasive and talented with writing."

"Hmmm I may have someone like that. Only if you promise to STOP RELEASING THEM FROM MY CONTRACTS!" He held out his hand in hopes of agreeing on a deal.

"I guess I could.. fine, you've got a deal." He grapped Maere's hand, shaking it. Maere grips his hand and leans closer to Alastor.

"I mean it. You're dead if you do." Alastor's expression stayed composed.

. . . . .

"Let me introduce you to my star saleswoman. She does a lot of the Vees advertisements in tv, newspaper, and magazine. Quite the talented one if I do say so myself. She's good for other things as well if you kbow what I mean." He was quite a cruel 'master'. Every single soul he owned was only allowed to do anything unless they are rented or if he decides to use them. And the way he made sure were restraints on both the face and arms. A metal mask was bolted to behind there heads covering their whole face with matching metal restraints that kept their forearms tight against their backs.

This woman was no different. On the other hand, her clothing was rather elegant. A beautiful evening gown that looked like it'd have been popular in the 1920s. It was a loose-fitting floor length dress that flared at the knees; low v-neck, flowy mesh sleeves. The base of it was red silk while the outside was full of fringe and black lace details. Her hair was black with curls that reached her shoulders, with long ears sticking out the top of her head. Little fluffy tail sticking out the back of her dress, and to top it off were her very long paws. I guess her feet were to big to find shoes for her. A rabbit demon?

"Does this one at the very least have a name?" Alastor questioned Maere. He thought about it before snapping his fingers.

"Ah yes! She is soul 19,281!" He pushed her into Alastor's chest, making her stumble and drop something off around her neck. Maere released her from the restraints letting her scramble for the necklace on the ground. He disappeared letting Alastor do his thing.

"I despise having to do dealings with that demon. Are you alright little lady." Alastor leaned down to grab the necklace for her. A locket? He opened it seeing the inside, having it suddenly be ripped from his hand. It was him and his wife. The two finally gazed up at each other in awe.

"...Lili?"

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tmnthq17-blog · 28 days ago

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Always Wanted

{A/N: This story is the first sequel to "Dream Come True"; The image above is Y/N's gift to Donnie}

It's been one year since Donnie and Y/N confessed their feelings for one another. Tonight is the one year anniversary of their relationship, and Donnie has something big planned.

Per Donnie's instructions, April, Leo, Mikey, and Raph took Y/N to a karaoke bar to celebrate. For the sake of not raising suspicion, the guys had on the human watches Donnie had made and recently upgraded.

Leo: "A toast, to the world's best, albeit most odd and geeky, couple ever."

Leo dons a sly grin as they all raised their lemonades in unison.

Y/N: "All joking aside Nardo,"

Y/N used the nickname she knew he had a strong disliking for, which received an annoyed glare from the blue-clad slider turtle.

Y/N: "I wouldn't say we're the world's best couple."

Y/N dons a shy smile, unable to resist thinking about her brainy 'bad boy', as he liked to call himself, of a boyfriend. Y/N had a surprise of her own for her knight in purple armor, which was underneath the very table the five of them were seated at. However, she would soon realize that her gift may pale in comparison to his wondrous surprise.

April: "Are you kidding Y/N/N? You two are like birds of a feather, or in this case turtles of a shell."

Both girls laughed at her joke.

Just then, a the sound of microphone feedback filled the room as everyone in the establishment turned their heads to find the sound's source. Only for them to find Donnie in his human form with a nervous smile as he addressed the crowd.

Donnie: "Good evening, everyone. So, tonight is the first anniversary of me and my girlfriend's relationship, and I figured if she has enough courage and bravery to stand in front of a crowd of people, I see no reason why I shouldn't do the same. So, this is dedicated to the one and only Y/N, my Nightingale. I only hope I can do as amazing of a performance as she can."

The crowd aww'ed in response as Donnie took a deep breath to calm his nerves, while Y/N couldn't help but smile in surprise and astonishment at the soft shell's grand romanic gesture.

She turned towards her friends, who all had prideful, knowing smirks towards each other.

Y/N: *whispers* "Did you guys know about this?"

Mikey: "We may have had a teeny, tiny inkling about this. We would've told you earlier, but Donnie wanted it to be a surprise."

Y/N: "It's fine, guys. I'm glad you didn't ruin the surprise. But now the gift I got him for today seems so much smaller compared to this."

Raph placed a hand on her shoulder and dons reassuring smile.

Raph: "Relax, Y/N, I'm sure that whatever you got him, he'll love just the same."

Y/N turned back towards the stage as the music began to play.

{A/N: Bold and underlined is wherever I've changed the lyrics}

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Donnie:

You know I'd fall apart without you

I don't know how you do what you do

'Cause everything that don't make sense about me

Makes sense when I'm with you

Like everything that's green, girl, I need you

But it's more than one and one makes two

Put aside the math and the logic of it

You gotta know you're wanted too

'Cause I wanna wrap you up

Wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted

Anyone can tell you you're pretty, yeah

And you get that all the time, I know you do

But your beauty's deeper than the make-up

And I wanna show you what I see every night

When I wrap you up

When I kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

'Cause, baby, I wanna make you feel wanted

As good as you make me feel

I wanna make you feel better

Better than your fairy tales

Better than your best dreams

You're more than everything I need

You're all I ever wanted

All I ever wanted

And I just wanna wrap you up

Wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted

Baby, I wanna make you feel wanted

You'll always be wanted

Before the audience could applaud, Y/N stood in shock as Donnie got on one knee and opened a small box to reveal a gorgeous engagement ring. With every word he spoke, she walked slowly towards the stage.

Donnie: "Y/N, ever since I met you, you've been all I ever wanted in a best friend, in a girlfriend, and now, in a wife. You gave me something I never knew I needed, and made me feel something I've never felt before in my life. It's taken me a while to be brave enough to ask something I've wanted to ask you from our first official date, and to plan this down to the very last microscopic detail. But I finally have the courage of doing this. So, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, my Aphrodite, my Nightingale, will you do me the greatest honor in the world, maybe even the universe, of becoming my wife?"

As Y/N walked to the stage, her eyes filled to the brim with tears, she didn't hesitate for even a second before answering.

Y/N: "Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!!! Of course, I'll marry you Donatello!"

As soon as she finished her reply, Donnie stood back up, slid the ring on her finger and gave her a kiss full of relief, passion, joy, happiness, and of course pure and true love.

As the newly engaged couple kissed, the audience gave them a standing ovation as Leo shouted.

Leo: "Took you long enough, D!"

Everyone laughed as the two of them walked off the stage towards the table Y/N had previously sat at.

Y/N: "So, are you ready for your surprise, Handsome? It kinda pales in comparison to all of this, though."

Donnie: "Babe, whatever you got me, I'll love no matter what it is."

Donnie lovingly smiled towards her. As they sat down, Y/N brought the purple-wrapped gift out from under the table and handed it to her newly engaged fiancé. He opened it to find a replica of the purple satin jacket he had worn during his first run-in with The Purple Dragons.

Donnie: "Y/N, this is so amazingly thoughtful. This is by far the greatest gift I've ever gotten"

Donnie had a look of sincerity and thankfulness as he looked over his new gift from front to back.

Mikey: "Hey, what about the family portrait I made for you on your 6th birthday?"

Mikey used a playful tone with an equally playful pout, knowing his older brother meant well by his previous statement. As the six of them laughed and talked into the night Y/N couldn't help but imagine her new future with her fiancé, as well as her future brothers-in-law, while thinking one thing: This was where she belonged, and who she belonged with. It didn't matter where or when her wedding to Donnie was, all she knew was that as long as he was by her side, she would always be wanted.

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konigenblobbity · 2 years ago

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What is your Problem?! [Part 1]

Ghost x F!Reader, Soap x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, yelling, Ghost being mean, Soap comfort, light chokehold, love triangle

—> [Part 2]

Summary: Ever since you joined the task force, Ghost has had it out for you. Punishing you for things he’d brush off for others, constantly criticizing everything you do, ignoring you when you’re just trying to help. It’s been like that for a year, and you finally snap. You see red when he claims you don’t deserve to celebrate with your team. The mission having been absolutely grueling, taking months of prep, where you had many sleepless nights, but having gone perfectly smoothly… you snapped.

A/n: Was writing some angst and then it got away from me, kinda turned into a love triangle fic lol, enjoy? Also didn’t read through it so there might be some spelling and grammar mistakes 0_o

You walk into the common room, with an ear to ear smile as a loud cheer echoed on the walls. Every member of your team smiling, some raising their glasses. You then feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. “Congrats boss! Finally wrapped up that shite mission” you chuckle at Soaps words, but can’t help but agree.

This mission was exhausting, having been the reason for many restless nights and countless coffees. “Can’t agree more Soap” he smiles and then says “let’s get to the bar and get you a glass of the strong stuff” with a wink he begins to pull you through the crowd. You feel pride as people greet you and pat your shoulder congratulating you.

That feeling leaves in a heartbeat as you feel a new hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. You turn and just like you dreaded, there stood Ghost, his figure looming over you and his serious demeanor sending a shiver through you. “You’ll have to excuse me Soap, I need to borrow the ‘boss’ for a moment”

You felt yourself tense, he clearly wasn’t going to congratulate you… he never did. Ever since you joined the task force he’s had it out for you. Some ruthless vendetta to make your life a living hell. Always treating you differently to everyone else.

He’d criticize you during training and then make you stay longer if he didn’t think you did ‘good enough’, yell at you for things he would’ve brushed off if it was anyone else, even going so far as to insult you right to your face. Deeming you worthless, obsolete, and entirely unfit for this task force.

You hoped he’d warm up to you over time, giving you the chance to show your worth, get him to finally respect you and treat you like a part of the team… instead of some kind of obstacle. You respected Ghost… and you wanted him to like you.

Seeing how he treats the others, joking around and poking fun, but when you make the slightest playful jab he’d go cold and order you to do 100 push ups without hesitation. Your hatred for him slowly grows by the months, no longer admiring him, but despising him for his endless torment.

You pray that Soap won’t let you be pulled away by Ghost, but he simply shrugs, unwrapping his arm from your shoulder and saying. “Sure! Just don’t keep her too long, we wanna do a toast later” he winks at you and smiles “in your honor” you smile back but without another word Ghost pulls you away, into his office nearby.

You stand in front of him, back straighten, stiff and your heart beating fast from the suspense. He stands tall in front of you, roughly a meter away. His expression hidden by his mask but his eyes glaring into your soul. You don’t dare speak, not wanting to unintentionally aggravate him.

“You’re not going to get a toast.” His words making your heart drop, as you can’t help but clench your fists at your sides. “I’m sorry sir. I don’t understand” you spoke sternly, controlling the urge to say anything else, at fear of disrespecting him.

He sighs but then doubles down saying. “Well… they can’t make a toast because you won’t be there. You’re going to go back to your dorm. I’m not permitting you to celebrate” You were speechless. Standing there, with your mouth agape and you just felt your blood boiling.

“What. Sir I’ve been working on this mission for months. It went perfect I don’t understand what I did wrong?” You begin to raise your voice, slowly losing your grasp on your rage. Your face beginning to redden. “Watch your tone. And no, it did not go perfect” you try to take controlled breaths, wanting to lunge at Ghost and rip out his tongue.

“Sir. With all due respect…” the way you said it clearly showing you meant no respect, spitting the word out like poison. “There were no causalities, we didn’t get spotted, and we were able to avoid excessive violence. Everything went smoothly” he just laughs. You bite your cheeks to avoid snapping. His laugh pushing every one of your buttons.

“What about when you turned off your comms? I’d call that a major misjudgment” you paused. Thinking back to the mission. And then you can’t help but laugh, running a hand through your hair finally breaking from your stiff posture, letting a wild smile grace your lips.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking…” you whisper and at that Ghost narrows his eyes and loudly orders “What was that soldier?” And you just look at him, glaring into his eyes, your own seeing red.

“I said. You have to be… fucking. joking. When are you done being a prick? Huh? What will it take for you to just fucking respect me and stop treating me so unfairly” you’re yelling now, pointing your finger at him accusingly, causing his to try and interrupt you.

“I suggest you-“ you stop caring, finally breaking and not letting him get a single word out. “No! I suggest you get a goddamn grip. I don’t deserve your harassment, I don’t deserve your punishments, I don’t deserve how you look down at me as if I am worth nothing” you were so loud that some of the noises in common area died down. Everyone hearing you lashing out, but not fully able to hear what you were saying.

“When I turned off my comms… it was because I had to go silent for a while. Being mere meters away from enemy guards, and not wanting to reveal my location, risking the lives of my team” he stands there, his own fists clenched at his side now, seething rage seeming to radiate off him. He finally managed to speak up.

“You were selfish” the way he spoke was unthankful, no compassion in his tone, as if what he said was undeniably true. “Fuck you.” It was almost breathless, his words sending a dagger through your heart, you were sick and tired of him. You turn to exit the office.

You’re then roughly pinned against the office door, his arm pressing against your throat, your hands grabbing onto it as if you could pry it off. The motion caused you to groan and there was a loud thud. “Don’t you dare disrespect me” he spoke through gritted teeth, he was seething at this point.

You felt your eyes well up and you couldn’t help as a few ran down your cheeks, you were exhausted, not just from the mission, but from the hell Ghost has been putting you through.

“That’s rich… you’ve been disrespecting me ever since I arrived. I was never good enough for you, no matter how hard I tried, or how I much I bled, or how perfect I was. It was never enough for you. You never gave me a chance… you were against me the second I arrived” your words interrupted by shaky breaths, but you didn’t stop. Finally saying what was on your chest.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” if you weren’t so angry, you would’ve detected the slight guilt in his tone. “You’ve made it clear how much you hate me. You treat me so differently to everyone else, as if I haven’t been a part of this team for a whole year. I don’t care if you punish me… I am going to celebrate with my team. I deserve a fucking break” his grasp on you loosens, he was shocked… your words finally hit him as he stepped back.

You cough lightly before glaring at him. You turn around and leave the office, walking back into the common area where eyes are immediately on you. You ignore it, weaving your way through the crowd to get to the bar. Soap sits there waiting with a glass of whiskey and a smile.

When he sees the state you’re in, red eyes, brows appearing permanently furrowed, and your face red with rage. “My god Lass… what happened?” He immediately looks concerned, facing you as you sit down on the stool grabbing your glass. When you down it instantly, not bothering to answer Soap, he turns to look back at the office door, where Ghost stands with crossed arms.

He sighs. Out of everyone, the only person you told about Ghost’s abuse was Soap. He had constantly encouraged you to have patience, to give him a chance to warm up to you, to just wait… he couldn’t help but feel awful now.

“He finally broke me…” you whisper as you reach over the bar and grab the bottle of whiskey, opening the cap. “Christ Lass… I’m so sorry” Soap watches as you don’t even pour it into your glass, drinking straight from the bottle. His whole being hurt at the sight, you were supposed to be celebrating. His anger growing at the idea that Ghost finally took it too far.

“He told me to go back to the dorm… told me I wasn’t allowed to celebrate” you chuckle and put down the bottle. “What?” Soap was in pure shock, frozen in place. Watching as you wipe the tears from your eyes, using the back of your hand to wipe away the remnants on your cheeks.

It’s then that Soap notices the redness of your neck, his brows furrow and he grabs at your jaw, gently, and tilts your head up. You pull away but not soon enough for him not to see it. His whole expression drops “Did he hurt you?” When you don’t respond, just taking another sip from the whiskey, he stands up from his chair.

You grab his arm before he walks off, his whole demeanor seeming enraged, but he stops when your hand circles his arm. “Don’t. Just stay. I don’t want to be alone” your voice was quiet, almost raspy, Soap picks up on the broken sob that leaves you afterwards.

He immediately moves to sit back down next to you, moving his stool to be closer to you. He takes your hand in his, holding it tightly. “I’m so sorry Lass… he said he’d never go that far. He promised.” You look at him confused, and he lets out a sigh. “I’ve talked to him about going easier on you… I just couldn’t ignore it anymore. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked”

He waited for you to get mad, to walk off, the way your eyes widened only making him more nervous. What he doesn’t expect is for you to grab the back of his neck with your hand, pulling his face to yours. Allowing your lips to collide with his gently. He let out a gasp, his eyes wide, but he slowly let them close, moving his arm around your waist and kissing you back.

There was a loud thud as Ghost’s office door slammed shut. Having seen the whole thing he can’t help but be infuriated. Not at you, not at Soap, but at himself. Knowing he pushed you too far, and to his disappointment, pushed you right into Soap’s arms.

Soap mumbled against your lips. “I’ll keep an eye out for you lass, I swear I won’t let him hurt you like that anymore…” he moved away, and then pulled you close against him. “I’ll take care of you from now on”

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esquilone · 1 month ago

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Why does anyone like Colm O'Driscoll?

RDR2 | Character’s analyzation

❤︎ Subject notes: Someone asked me to talk about this and, honestly? I said yes ’cause I don’t get it either. My asks are still open, so feel free to drop requests for character stuff you like — just be respectful and keep it to stories, opinions or analysis, okay?

❤︎ about the cover, I didn't like it honestly. So I tried to edit it to be in side wallpaper size, so I just fixed it. I intend to change it.

❤︎ this was requested! ❤︎

Like... it's serious. I could keep wondering how someone can look at Colm and think: "wow, what an interesting character".

But as the person who made this request did not specify whether it was "like" in the sense of finding it interesting or attracting himself in the most personal (or even aesthetic) sense and asked only for an analysis, so I will explore everything I can.

Colm O’Driscoll within the game’s story

First, I’ll be honest: my knowledge about Colm is shallow. He’s not a deeply developed character like others in the game. What we know about him revolves mostly around his feud with Dutch. And that already says a lot.

Colm killed Annabelle, who was Dutch’s partner. In return, Dutch killed Colm’s brother. And that’s where this mutual obsession is born — this hatred that lasts for years — and kind of defines both of them. Because when the story begins in Red Dead Redemption 2, it’s Dutch himself who reopens that wound, using the excuse that the O’Driscolls were around, up in the Grizzlies. There’s also that part where Dutch, Arthur, and Sadie are guards at Colm’s sentencing, and it kind of seems like they go there because of Sadie’s loss. But really, everyone senses it’s not just about Sadie, because it truly wasn’t

Dutch was waiting for a chance to attack Colm again.

Because he is like that - he carries this wounded pride, this constant need to "rescue" what he feels he has lost, even if killing Colm did not bring Anabell back to him. And Colm becomes the living symbol of this grudge. That's the intrigue between them.

So we can add a little of that to why some people are interested in it. Because he represents this kind of constant figure, not forgotten, never retreats in his dialogues, and never changes. He's pure rancor. And there are those who find that... intriguing.

“After Colm’s Death, Dutch Finally Says Goodbye to Annabell”

How do people get to this point?

Now, trying to understand the side of those who really like Colm (which seems surreal to me, but let's go):

• Maybe it’s the fascination with the fixed enemy, the one who never disappears and somehow gives “shape” to the hero. Without Colm, maybe Dutch wouldn’t have lost himself so early in his own madness — I’m suggesting Dutch might’ve gotten a little more unhinged after the death of his beloved. Or maybe he would’ve anyway. But Colm was the trigger for one of those locks in Dutch’s mental cage.

There are people who enjoy crude, brutal villains — ones with no redemption, no depth — just blood in their eyes.

• Or maybe it’s the meme. Let’s be honest: Colm is a bit of a caricature. He’s the generic elegant-evil outlaw type turned up to eleven. That becomes a joke, and from the joke comes attachment.

Maybe that’s the second point: the appeal of the grotesque. We’re used to seeing beauty and depth in well-written characters, with moral nuance, with inner scars. Colm isn’t that. He’s a shameless force of destruction, a meticulously calculated, hateful chaos that doesn’t try to justify itself. And that kind of character, strangely enough, draws attention. Because he doesn’t want to be loved. He just exists. Just breaks. Just takes for his own advantage. You can see Dutch needs to express his glory when he defeats someone, while Colm seems to absorb his victories silently, with no need for excessive or prideful celebration

There is something about this brake difference that can be hypnotic for some people.

Colm’s emotional restraint

Colm isn’t a character who shows off

He doesn’t talk too much. He doesn’t need to justify himself — because he doesn’t need to. He’s a gang leader, sure, but he’s a quiet man, an observer. And above all, he’s practical. Does he have pride? Yes. But it’s a restrained pride, one that doesn’t scream, that doesn’t need an audience.

He doesn’t feed off attention like Dutch does.

He doesn’t act out of emotional wounds — he acts out of necessity.

Unlike Dutch, who allowed himself to experience a constant theater in an attempt to recover his wounded ego, Colm always seems to measure the world with coldness. Almost a kind of stoicism, though with very little denial when it comes to accepting mistakes with extreme calm.

“Is this worth my time?” “Does this serve me?”

“Is it useful or not?”

Even though he lost his brother at Dutch’s hands, he doesn’t spend his life chasing the past. He doesn’t cling to pain as a constant motivation. When he strikes, it’s because he has a plan, an advantage, or a direct interest. He doesn’t waste time on what isn’t worth the effort — and that’s one of his most defining traits.

In that scenario where he kidnaps Arthur, he doesn’t do it out of blind hatred. He sees an opportunity. He was smart about it, and he seemed to know Dutch wouldn’t come for Arthur.

Maybe a possible deal with the law. Maybe a big money exchange. Maybe a chance to weaken the Van der Linde gang and use the law to his advantage so he could take them down himself later

But it's not emotion.

It’s calculation, it’s thought-out and planned — but it’s not moral or sentimental.

It’s a filter of utility. He doesn’t give in to directionless resentment. He shuts down everything that doesn’t serve his goal. And paradoxically, that gives more weight to his presence in the game, because he shows up less — but brings more tension. He doesn’t explode. He waits. And when he acts, it’s precise, depending on how much power he’s aiming with.

Maybe that’s why Colm has fans.

Not because he’s deep, or charming, or noble — but because he’s restrained, silently dangerous, and a strategist without drama.

Some people admire that.

It’s not about likability. It’s about the coldness that unsettles and impresses…. And look, I still don’t like him.

But after thinking like that, I understand better who likes it.

And there are also those who like it for pure affective irony.

The people who love the absurd, who adopt terrible characters as mascots for pure debauchery. Colm becomes a meme, becomes an internal joke, becomes "my rotten little king" said with sarcasm - but, little by little, it sticks. Affection is born in laughter, but it grows. And when you see it, there are people doing fanart. There's headcanon. There's "and if he was different?". But I don't think they would see grace in a good Colm, that would diminish their grace.

And that's it. The rancidity became fandom.

What do I think...?

But I’m sorry — I just can’t like him.

Not even in an aesthetic way. He’s grotesque, and not in that interesting kind of way. He’s just… rough and exhausting.

If there’s anyone I ‘like’ — and I use those quotation marks very carefully — it’s Micah. And let’s be clear: not because of his actions, because he’s walking trash, but because of his personality — doubtful, unstable, annoying, cunning. He’s an uncomfortable presence, and that intrigues me.

Colm, to me, is different. He doesn’t make me reflect uncomfortably, he just makes me want to look away. But maybe that’s exactly why someone would look at him differently. Because he’s filthy, so fixated on one single thing (his gain, selfishness, war, territory, and silence), that he becomes almost symbolic. He’s evil with the bitter taste of greenish poison. And someone might find that… attractive, curious, worthy of interest and admiration.

Because it’s not just that I don’t like him. It’s that I can’t like him. And honestly? I don’t think I should — not after everything related to Kieran Duffy. Some things leave marks that time can’t erase. And that’s the weight he carries for me. What gets my attention is that, even so, some people like him. And I respect that. Truly. I think it’s important to say this. My aversion is personal, but that doesn’t mean I want to invalidate anyone who’s interested in him. It’s just that, in my view, it’s not about emotional depth or genuine empathy. It’s a different kind of connection.

Maybe what draws people to Colm is a kind of hidden elegance — a way he’s present, but not exposed. He’s that kind of character who suggests things — he doesn’t say much, doesn’t show much, and that leaves room for imagination.

He’s not a hero, nor a classic villain. He’s a silent rival antagonist, and that alone already draws attention. There’s something about characters who stand opposite to the “barely known character” that stirs people. It gives the audience a chance to explore what’s unsaid, what’s unseen.

On top of that, Colm leads the O’Driscolls — a gang of men who are, honestly, the definition of blatant violence. They’re wild, impulsive, and Colm, in the midst of that, comes across as the most composed — or at least, the quietest. That gives him an aura of command, of control in chaos, even if he doesn’t act like a beast the way the others do.

And for some people, that’s interesting: the idea of someone who unleashes monsters, but somehow still leads them…

In the end, I don’t think the “liking” of him comes from identification. It comes more from aesthetic admiration, surface-level interest, or maybe a desire to understand more about what lies behind that character who appears so little, but carries so much tension.

I honestly just think he’s different — I may not like him in any way; but the ones I truly despise are his goons (the thieves in the game). Anyway.

Why do some people find Colm O’Driscoll attractive? A strange (but honest) last analysis:

Colm O’Driscoll, as hateful as he is within the game’s story, has sparked curiosity — and even attraction — in some people within the fanbase. This might sound absurd at first to those who dislike the character, but it’s worth taking a closer look. Or rather: seeing with the eyes of someone who looks beyond the dirty, violent surface.

The image of a younger Colm, wearing that snake hat — more specifically, a coiled rattlesnake with its rattle visible — cute — brings forth a potentially powerful symbol: the snake-man. And this mythical figure, blending the danger of a venomous animal with the seduction of a silent predator, has its appeal. For those who like snakes, the fascination goes beyond appearance: there’s something about extreme patience, the venom (his regulated violent aura), the promise/wait for a precise strike, a big feast. The charm lies exactly in the contained threat.

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The snake-man, as an idea, is often associated with total control, the cold warmth of someone who shows no anxiety, doesn’t run, doesn’t hesitate. He observes, calculates, and only then strikes. A snake can grasp, constrict and slowly kill its prey, patiently waiting for death. Colm, even while being called brutal and animalistic due to the O’Driscolls, yet being the most silent and calculating among them, gives the impression of someone who doesn’t panic — who can hold a grudge for years like a coiled snake in the shadows, waiting for the right time.

This contained coldness, combined with the symbolic hat, creates a very specific fetish: that of the being half-human, half-snake. This fantasy (sometimes literal, sometimes symbolic) exists in kink circles and is fueled by the contrast between rational and instinctual (it’s psychological). A body that looks human but acts with the logic of a predator — charming, dangerous, dry. It’s the idea of surrendering to risk, the slippery touch, the bite that paralyzes.

That’s also why some people hesitate. Colm O’Driscoll is not a “safe” man. He doesn’t try to seem heroic, he doesn’t try to seem trustworthy. And that’s frightening — but also seductive. Because while many characters are molded to please, he simply exists. And some see in that a kind of raw, feral honesty that borders on their deepest “shadow-side” sexual fetishes.

Perhaps all of this connects to something even more unusual — a mild snake fetish, known as ophidiophilia. For some, snakes represent sensuality, dominance, and transformation. The slither, the venom, the silence before the strike… it all carries tension and fantasy. Colm, with the snake symbol on his head, firm gaze and predator posture, embodies this forbidden desire. He is the danger that lures. And sometimes, that’s enough to blur even the strongest hatred.

Your green neck scarves

Green is the sick blood that flows from the eyes when the mind no longer fits inside the head, because your brain rotted after its hanging, your body now thrown somewhere is painted green and gray—because you are dead, rotten and full of worms coming out of the exposed holes of your body. Your blood is no longer red and now it is as dark as any trace of soul inside you. There are no more bright colors. Just death.

Esquilone

“Oh, you lie my friend...and I thought Dutch preached truth.”

@n3curatu

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