#just a straw body and wooden legs

[zprite-x]

Pumpkin Head or smthn

I gave a pumpkin sentience, emotions and legs

Inspired by the song: Pumpkin’s Revenge

[kunikuyu]

"A reward for someone so good." Hashira Series!

Part 1, 3, 4, 5, 6

Tomioka Giyuu x Male! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW, read as afab reader, calm sex, dom! Reader x virgin! Tomioka, Slight mentions of symptoms of depression, Tokito was replaced by Tomioka, since Tokito is underage.

Summary: Pillar training has begun, much to your delight. Of course, as a hard-working and strong person, you can handle any challenge. Even if it's fighting a hashira. And in a way, they all see some value in you, and want to reward you for it.

The next day, it's impossible not to wake up with a hangover. You've had too much to drink with Tengen, and you can barely feel your legs now. Even though your body clearly didn't want it, you had to go to the next pillar training.

"Take care of yourself there. And be careful on the way, you look like you're about to fall over from being so tired. Didn't you sleep last night?" He says, pretending nothing happened. It was clear he remembered, he just wanted to play with you. "...I'll pretend I didn't even hear it."

He laughs. Patting you on the back, he says goodbye to you and wishes you good luck with Tokito. But, your plans didn't involve training with the mist hashira.

......

Your crow guided the direction you should follow, flying in the skies. Little by little, you can see Tomioka's mansion. The place was calm and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of a wooden sword hitting a massive straw training dummy. It was Tomioka, training completely alone.

You knock on his gate, but he doesn't answer or open it. He even stops making noise, trying to pretend he wasn't there. "Giyuu-san, you could be more receptive to your visits." You say, and you hear low, slow footsteps, as if Tomioka wanted to open, but was reluctant.

You were trained by the same master, Urokodaki. You, Tomioka and Sabito were an inseparable trio, before Sabito died in the final selection and Tomioka reserved himself like never before.

You ended up being alone, without your best friends and an indescribable void in your heart. Tomioka walked away from you for a few reasons: He didn't want to feel the pain of seeing you go if you died before him; I didn’t want you to suffer if he died; I didn't want you to find out that he was always in love with you.

It might be a silly reason, but his passion was old and he didn't want to be rejected. You didn't seem like a guy who would be attracted to him. Maybe Giyuu's inferiority complex would never let him be happy at any point in his life.

.....

As you remain lost in your thoughts, the other man finally opens the gate for you. Tomioka's crow will directly greet you, he seemed to like you and you liked that crow who was already old. Tomioka walks away after letting you in, he didn't seem to want to talk to you, or at least he was too nervous to do so.

"Aren't you even going to greet me, Giyuu?" You say, holding his arm to stop him from continuing to move away from you. He doesn't turn to face you, though. He still loved you, very much. But it's hard to deal with that when you're afraid of happiness.

Seeing that your friend wouldn't talk to you, you decide to take control of the situation. "Well, since you don't want to talk to me, let's train then." You grab a nearby wooden sword and get into position, surprising Giyuu. He thought that after not talking to you, you would go away and leave him alone, but that wasn't the case.

....

It turns out that you were still on the same level, nothing had changed. As kids, you could never beat each other, it always ended in a draw. And now, you are both sitting on Giyuu's garden. You could enjoy the sunset in complete silence while you both regained your energy.

"You shouldn't be here, should you? Pillar training isn't over yet." He says softly, but you can still hear it. His voice was as calm as ever. "I was supposed to be at Tokito-san's training. But I wanted to see you."

He doesn't say anything else after that, just looks away and goes back to the sky. You could feel his nervousness, even though normally his temperament was almost stoic all the time.

It really bothers you.

You hated seeing Giyuu, who was so smiley in the past, go into a shell and keep himself away from the rest of the world. If there was something bothering him, he would normally speak up before all this happened.

"Giyuu, I need to talk to you." "Hm?-" Before he can even ask or even answer, you pull him into his house. He looked dazed, his eyes were slightly wide and his mouth slightly opened in surprise.

When you arrive in his room, you pin him against the wall and look deep into the other man's eyes. You were the same height, so it wasn't a problem. Tomioka looks at you with even wider eyes, and his cheekbones seem redder than ever.

"I really understand what you went through, I also lost my best friend that day. But you need to stop blaming yourself, you need to stop sinking into this emptiness. I know I'm not the best person to help you, but please. I don't want to lose the person I trust and admire most again." And he just looks at you, doesn't say a word. But you could see his eyes already filling with tears and his hands starting to shake. It's even worse when you hug him. He couldn't help but cry this time.

You were never good with words, but damn, how you wanted to comfort him, hug him and tell him it's okay. "I..." That's all he can say to you, as he feels your face sink into his neck. "... That's unfair." He whispers softly, but you can hear it. You move away from the hashira's neck, but keep your arms around his waist. You couldn't understand what he meant by that. "Hm...? What do you mean by that, Giyuu?" And he just looks away while blushing.

And then, you realize.

"Oh."

You don't say anything else. You just realized why he's blushing, shaking, and looking away. It makes you blush too. You were so stupid, how did you not realize that Giyuu liked you, or at least had a certain crush?

"How long?" "Since we were kids."

And this was his turn to be wide-eyed. The difference is that you had a smile on your face. Reciprocal feelings are rare, but very beautiful. You had to let your instincts act, and placed a kiss on the water hashira.

...

"You're a virgin, right?"

"W-Why do you ask such embarrassing questions?"

You are very fast. It didn't take long for Tomioka to be completely naked in front of you. He was lying down, while you were sitting on top of him. Giyuu looked nervous and embarrassed, especially because it was his first time and because he was completely naked in front of you. Your actions didn't make it easier for him either.

"Sorry, Giyuu-san. Now, just relax okay?"

He nods and rests his head on the futon. You insert the other man's member into you, making him let out a soft, sweet moan. Tomioka never thought he would do something like this to you, it seemed like an impossible dream coming true for him.

....

You were holding each other as you rode him. It was a perfect feeling to hear his moans. His sweet moans were calm, sly and sounded like a song to your ears. His face was red, beads of sweat from the heat dripped from his forehead, and small bites were deposited on Giyuu's neck.

Your pace slowed until you stopped. It was as if it was fate, both of you had climaxed together. You let out a low chuckle when you see Giyuu's condition; eyes watering with pleasure, cheeks red and chest heaving up and down frantically.

"I have a sneaky feeling you liked it." You say, with a smile on your face. What surprised you was the smile he showed you, after so many years. "... T-Thank you, for that... ah..." You couldn't help but blush at that smile, it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen and you wanted to see it more often.

"For the record, I like you- No, I love you." "You know... The feeling is mutual..."

You both smile and lock your lips again. Giyuu may feel like he's not ready for a relationship yet, and maybe that's true. But you'll end up together. It's destiny.

Bonus lines!

"I came inside you... It's okay...?"

"Jeez... Hehe..." You say, while laughing nervously.

[scarletttries]

How The Straw Hats Keep You Company on the Night Shift... (One Piece Live Action Request)

Pairings: Luffy x Reader, Zoro x Reader, Sanji x Reader, Nami x Reader, Usopp x Reader

Author's Note: I am well and truly in my One Piece obsession here so keep the requests coming! 🥰

Monkey D. Luffy

- While the rest of the crew moan and gripe when it's their turn to take the night shift, tasked with keeping the boat on course and an eye out for anything dangerous, you never seem to mind when your turn rolls around again. Instead of eight hours of monotonous boredom, your shift is always passed in the supervision of the ship's jovial captain, your sweet, loving Luffy.

- You always start by insisting he should get some sleep. Everyone has to take a watch on their own, you should too, right? But Monkey insists he'd be a terrible captain to leave you out on your own all night, the unspoken truth simmering just below the surface; he's forgotten how to fall asleep without his arms around you and can't bear waiting until morning to see you again.

- As you keep one hand on the ship's giant wooden wheel, Luffy captures the other, interlacing his fingers with yours as he moves behind you, the warmth emanating from his body keeping you safe and comfortable against the night air. His free hand wraps around your waist so he can pull your back flush against his chest, your needy boyfriend making the most of the private moment to express all his affection the way he knows best. Unwilling to let go of you for even a second, his nose nuzzles against your neck, shifting your hair to the side so he can pepper the exposed skin with gentle kisses, feeling you wriggle against him at the sensation and only spurring him on more.

- In a fit of giggles you momentarily release the wheel to capture his face with the hand he hasn't claimed yet, giving him the chance to spin you around to face him, drinking in the sight of your beauty lit only by the stars and the brightly shining moon.

"You know, you're somehow extra pretty up close." He whispers the words less than an inch from your lips, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath before the intensity in his eyes shifts and his lips crash down against yours. He has to pull away every few seconds just to let the smile you bring out of him blossom on his face before diving straight back in for the most addictive thing he's ever tasted.

- Every time you turn ever so slightly to get a hand back on the wheel, he only clings more, pressing closer to you, or grabbing the wheel himself so both your arms can be wrapped around him where they belong. You continue this carefully choreographed dance half the night, the two of you giggling as you twirl around each other and keep the ship on its course, completely intertwined until finally an exhausted Luffy starts to drift off, slumped against your back, clutching you like the life preserver you are in the vast ocean of his affections.

Zoro

- It doesn't matter how long the two of you have been dating, or whatever you want to call the arrangement you and Zoro seem to have so effortlessly fallen into, Zoro will deny he's there to keep you company: He's just happens to be sharpening his swords at that hour, and it's too cramped to do it in his room. He couldn't sleep. He thought he heard something and he wants to make sure it's gone. Every week the excuses get thinner, but you still humour him for the sake of his good company.

- He always starts sitting on the other side of the deck. He likes to think he's completely in control of his emotions, and playing it very cool, despite his obvious inability to resist the magnetic effect you seem to have on him. As the moon charts its own path through the sky he inches closer and closer, responding to your nonchalant observations like it's a weighty task. Finally, about half way through your watch, he's sat with his back to the ship's wheel, leaning gently against your leg where you stand, still not acknowledging his actions, even as you let one hand drop by your waist and he reaches up instantly to hold it.

- He'll trace his thumb slowly over the back of your hand, taking his time before finally he looks up at you, seeming so much smaller than he does when he's charging into battle weidling his collection of swords. He'll bring your palm to his lips and then give you a gentle tug, pleading silently for you to sit with him for a moment, to escape everything else and just be two people in love without any of their history behind them.

- And so you do, sinking to the floor until your thigh presses against his, Zoro still clinging to your hand like a lost child in the vast night, but finding endless comfort in your presence. In the quietest moments like this he can finally be vulnerable, whispering his softer thoughts as you run your fingers through his hair, offering the warm embrace he's been searching his whole life without ever realising it was missing.

- When the first rays of morning light start to dance on the ocean's surface, he'll plant a soft kiss on your forehead and then slink back to his hammock, ready to pretend he didn't spend all night falling deeper and deeper in love.

Sanji

- Sanji actively looks forward to the nights you have command of the ship, so he can finally have you all to himself and not have to worry about Luffy barging in on the two of you like he manages to every time Sanji gets his hands on you in the kitchen.

- Of course this man prepares a picnic for you, all your favourite cakes and pastries, lovingly made by his own adoring hands and tasting all the better for the amount of infatuation baked into them. He'll get to the deck an hour before you do, laying out a sea of blankets and cushions for the two of you to lounge on as you pass the night in each other's sweet company.

- Sanji is nothing if not open with his undying love for you, and it's more than a little fun to see just how dramatically this man will fawn over you. The way he gawps open-mouthed as you lick sweet frosting off the tip of a teaspoon while staring deeply into his eyes, watching his adam's apple bob as he gulps in anticipation, every ounce of self control holding his hands neatly by his side. Every happy hum and complement to his cooking only makes his heartbeat faster, the arm supporting his lounging frame scooting closer to you until he can almost rest his head on your shoulder.

- If there's one thing Sanji loves more than cooking for you, it's literally feeding you. He'll slowly raise a chocolate-covered strawberry to your lips, eyes growing wide as your lips graze his thumb when you take a bite, yours fluttering shut as you hum in appreciation. In an instant the rest of the berry is thrown haphazardly over his shoulder as he lunges towards you, bright smile across his face as he pushes you onto your back, his legs quickly straddling your hips to keep you pinned under him. He's practically trembling with excitement as his hands grab onto your waist, then run up your side until finally they capture your face, his lips crashing down on yours until he can taste your sweet kiss, mixed with chocolate and strawberry of course. Your back arches up to press against him, practically feeling his heart swelling in his chest as he squeezes you tighter, not sure he's ever going to be able let you go if you keep treating him quite so kindly.

- Every so often you have to pry him off of you to actually keep a little bit of a watch, but it doesn't take long until Sanji is scooping you up in his arms against, spinning you in circles, or pressing your back against the nearest surface until your legs wrap around his waist and your hands bury themselves in his blonde locks, surrendering yourself to his insatiable need for you. The morning can't come soon enough so Sanji can finally drag you back to his room and do exactly what you've had him dreaming of all night.

Nami

- The sneakiest cat burglar in the business, Nami takes pleasure in making you jump when she appears behind you an hour into your night shift. No matter how often she comes to join you, you never hear her coming, the rush of your nervous heartbeat not slowing when she gives you that wicked grin.

"Did you miss me already?"

- Nami doesn't have the patience for watching the horizon with you, after spending most of her day manning the wheel as well, so she quickly finds other ways to entertain herself. She'll start by placing a constellation of glistening wet kisses along your shoulder, nipping and sucking more intently as she reaches your neck, waiting until your eyes flutter closed and a small sigh escapes your lips to pull away.

"Eyes open pirate, you don't want to steer us off course." Her smirk spells trouble and you can only gulp as she starts toying with the hem of your skirt, stepping in front of you before sinking slowly to her knees. She never breaks eye contact as she nuzzles her nose against the inside of your thigh, devilish grin spreading across her cheeks. "You better concentrate. If you get us lost our navigator will probably have to punish you."

- Her lips replace her nose as she starts licking and kissing higher up your thighs, watching your chest rise and fall and your breathing gets more laboured. Concentrating on anything other than the featherlight touch of her fingers climbing the soft flesh of your inner thigh becomes almost impossible, and as they reach the edge of panties you have to bite down on your lip to stifle a moan you're sure would wake the rest of the crew.

"Let's see how much fun I can have before the sun comes up." She purrs as her fingers brush over the thin fabric she's sure will be soaked through and thrown overboard in no time.

Usopp

- This sweetheart is more than happy to spend a night in your company, feeling a little bit jealous whenever he has to share you with the rest of the crew, preferring to be the centre of your undivided attention.

- Usopp will start by putting on a one man show of some of 'his' greatest adventures, and acting out every single role in each of the tales. Every so often he'll start clamouring about the action of his great battles, and you'll have to interrupt him with a kiss just to make him stop talking, so you can remind him to keep his voice down so the rest of the crew can sleep. He'll quickly get distracted by the sweet, soft touch of your kiss, chasing that high again and again until he can't remember which story he was telling and he has to start over from the beginning.

- The minute he sees you fighting a yawn though, suddenly his action packed tale becomes much more soothing. He tells you gentle stories of a peaceful village life, the kind of life he hopes to have with you one day, when you've had all your adventures but you still can't bear to be apart from eachother. He stands facing you, running his fingers through your hair, drawing soft circles on your back, his voice gently drifting on the wind like a lullaby. He guides your head to land safely on his shoulder and holds your weight against his chest, until your eyes flutter shut and he can hear your breathing grow slow and shallow.

- With one hand holding you, the other will take the wheel, scanning the horizon with his whole world right in front of him. He always worries about you not getting enough rest, so he'll happily take your watch every chance he gets if it means he gets to feel you wrap your arms around him and melt against his chest, feeling safe in the company of your brave captain Usopp.

[sabokunsmalia]

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄; monkey d. luffy featuring: monkey d. luffy x straw hat fem!reader content warning: semi-public, cumming in pants, teasing, dirty talk, mdni!! hi it's malia: don't ask how that thought was created but for me it's so inexperienced!luffy coded.

after another glorious victory for the straw hat pirates, the crew gathered in the center of the capital where the folk had prepared a feast. long tables filled with disparate kinds of food and drinks while a small band played slow songs in the corners. it was beautiful, almost romantic with the enlightened laterns and flowers as decorations. for hours, you and your friends witnessed a beautiful festival. people who have never felt freedom in ten years, were suddenly out of the cage. thanks to a certain stretchy boy with a straw hat, who loved to help innocents.

while the crew slowly split as the members followed their own pleasures of the night, you stayed at the table, in the corner with your boyfriend luffy. while sanji followed multiple women and played their dog, and robin left the party to drown in another book, and chopper already went to bed as he was 'too young' for such events in his own words, the remaining ones at the table were the two of you, zoro, nami, franky and brook. a muscular arm draped over your shoulders, your cheek pressed against his naked, toned chest, you smiled to yourself.

the booze of the past hours slowly clouded your mind, allowing the depth of your dirtiest desires to surface without any resistance. one of them being a certain thing, you discussed with luffy way too often. and you got declined way too often because his reputation was important. it was right, he was right. a pirate who wanted to become the king, had to be feared and yet, you couldn't wipe away those reckless ideas. and with the booze in your system, the courage only started to rise further.

legs thrown over his lap, your flat palm placed on his stomach. fingertips slowly started to trace along his muscles, following the deep and hard lines. luffy did not react at first, knowing how much you admired the change of his body since the reunion. but when your hand wandered bit by bit underneath the table, resting just above his crotch, the captain could put one and one together.

leaning down while listening to another of franky's super stories, luffy's wet lips pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your heart. gentle but also with warning words. "don't, we're still in public, we talked about this,"

oh, there was this demanding edge to his soft voice. the syllabeles suddenly sounding much harsher than anything else he said the entire evening. but you did not listen, not tonight. you followed your needs and desires. fingertips caressed over the thin fabric of his shorts, slowly tracing the small bulge his dick made, without being hard. but with your soft hands, it did not take long to harden. your gentle touch, so featherlight it could never be enough for him.

and just minutes later, your flat hand palmed his hard dick through the fabric of his blue shorts, while the captain still tried to remain in the conversation with his friends. you had your cheek pressed against his chest, eyes not visible for the surrounding members of the straw hat crew anymore. almost as if you were asleep against your boyfriend's body. "just talk, baby," you muttered into luffy's skin, trying to conversate with him, without having them others realise what you were doing underneath the wooden surface of the table.

slowly but with enough strength, you massaged luffy's hard dick. stroking along the outlines with your fingernails, almost drooling down on his shorts while watching how eagerly it pressed against the fabric. the pants restrained him but the feeling of your soft hands already pushed him close to a first orgasm. breath quickened, chest rising while the pants escaped luffy's wide smile. he was trying so hard to not make a noise, to not give his friends a glimpse of what was going on right beside them.

"so beautiful, so hard," you mumbled, watching the tip of your pointer finger dance over his hard dick, smiling to yourself while repeating those praises. words, luffy loved too much. words, which made him cum so easily while being in the shared bedroom.

"wanna feel you later," you confessed, pressing your palm hardly against the bulge. your words were doing much more to him, his dick twitching while the waves of ecstasy ripped through his lower stomach. muscles tensing, you could see perfectly how the captain came in his pants because of you.

lips pressed together tightly, the head thrown back and his eyes hidden underneath the brim of his straw hat. a groan slipped out but luffy was quick to pair it with a convincable yawn and your adorable giggle. oh, you would pay later. would definitely clean up his dick from the mess you forced him to make. with your mouth, hands held tightly on your back. oh, you could not wait to be alone with luffy.

and the captain of the straw hats definitely looked forward to having you the entire night, to punish you for putting him into such situation and for the stains in his shorts which were the remains from his cum.

[niki-phoria]

폭풍처럼, you're my favorite / 후회 없이, baby

pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 845

notes: randomly had an idea for a leon fic so here you go, set in the re4 castle, debated using a gif but i think i like the header more tbh, don't expect re fics regularly lol, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33, title from nct 127 - favorite (vampire)

you swat a cobweb out of your face, grimacing at the sticky feeling that lingers against your skin. the warm light from your flashlight occasionally flickers, making you curse beneath your breath. “it’s so dusty in here,” you murmur as you shine the light across the room.

straws of hay crunch beneath your feet as you begin to wander around. the wooden pillars leaning against the wall are beginning to rot, sagging beneath the weight of the stone floors they hold up. vines decorate the edges of the room - overgrown and unruly. you can faintly smell the natural ivy smell they emit. it’s admittedly a nice change from the usual earth and blood that lingers in the rest of the castle. 

LEON KENNEDY smiles, stifling a quiet laugh beneath his breath. your flashlights dance across the stones, fighting against the darkness of night. “it could be worse,” he says. his fingers twist around the hilt of his knife as he tucks it back into the small hoster on his waistband. the barrel of his gun taps against his thigh with each step, a sharp reminder of your mission. 

you hum, shoving your own gun back into your pocket. your pants are covered in patches of dirt and blood, staining the fabric. leon’s gaze lingers on a cut stretching against the back of your bicep, deep enough to leave a scar. 

his laces bounce against the sides of his boots as he takes a step closer. leon gingerly reaches up, tugging your arm closer to examine it. “you’re bleeding.” 

“oh,” you shift, turning to glance backwards at the wound. “i didn’t even notice.” 

leon gives you a resigned nod. adrenaline must have prevented you from feeling the injury. it was a common enough occurrence that you had both grown accustomed to giving and receiving stitches. 

“it’s not too deep,” leon concludes after a few minutes.  setting his flashlight aside, he rips some fabric from his shirt before you can protest. he mumbles a small apology at your wince as he ties it tightly around your bicep. “try to keep it clean for now.” 

you nod, thanking him with a soft smile. leon makes a note to search for some bandages later. for now, he’ll just have to hope that his shirt sleeve will be enough to protect the injury. 

setting your flashlight against the floor, you wander over to the least-dirty looking wall. a yawn escapes your lips before you can prevent it. leon follows after you, leaning back against the large stones. “tired?” he asks, stretching his legs out. his muscles ache at the feeling; his body silently thanks him for the break after running around all day long. 

“a little,” you sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest. you shuffle closer to him before leaning your head against his shoulder. he unconsciously stiffens at the contact before he sighs, smiling softly. “it’s been a long day.” 

wrapping his arms around you, he tugs you even closer until your body is resting against his chest. “get some rest,” leon murmurs. his voice is raspy when he whispers; his breath ghosts against your skin. glove-clad hands meet your own when he reaches out, intertwining your fingers together. “i’ll keep watch for a while.” 

“what about you?” you whisper lazily. the darkness seems all consuming. you blink harshly, fighting against your body’s natural urge to succumb to the need for rest. 

leon chuckles. the sound reverberates around the room, instantly easing some of your nerves. he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “you worry too much,” he teases. 

“of course i do.” leon pauses. his gaze wanders to the stone walls surrounding you. cracks run through the stones like spiderwebs. they look like they’re falling apart - as if a breeze too harsh will cause the entire castle to crumble into dust. a layer of grime has settled deep into the cracks. the consequences of not being cared for, he supposes.

moonlight shines in through the gaps between the bricks, illuminating the stray dust particles floating throughout the room. you shift slightly in his arms, breaking him out of his daze. you tilt your head to look up at him. “i’ll be okay,” he finally says. his voice is so full of sincerity that it makes your heart skip a beat. “i just want to protect you. i won’t stay up long.”

you smile softly. even in the dim light, with bloody hands and messy hair, you never fail to make him nervous. you shift just enough to hold your pinky finger out. “you promise?”

leon laughs. a soft, genuine laugh. heat floods his face, tinting the tips of his ears an embarrassingly deep pink. he sends a silent thanks to the universe that the darkness is concealing his blush before he intertwines his finger with yours. “i promise.” 

satisfied, you take a deep breath, finally allowing your eyes to flutter shut. he traces miscellaneous shapes against your skin; the steady rhythm of his heartbeat slowly lulls you to sleep, safe in leon’s arms. safe, for now.

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[kleftiko]

❦ SAVE A HORSE

farmhand!yami x reader

cw: mature, fem!reader, grinding, cowgirl position, implied virginity loss, major pining, soft sex

"save a horse, ride a cowboy"

the ranch was beautiful. wide open fields stretched as far as the eye could see, with the straw green grass swaying gently in the breeze. the rustic wooden fences added a touch of charm to the picturesque landscape, while the distant sound of horses neighing filled the air, creating a soothing melody that resonated with the tranquility of the country.

your eyes fell on him. he stood tall and strong, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the golden rays of the sun. the way he effortlessly commanded the attention of the horses with a gentle touch and a firm voice spoke volumes about his expertise as a cowboy. there was an undeniable allure to his rugged appearance, from his worn-out cowboy hat to the dust-covered boots that carried him through countless hours of hard work on the ranch, to the half smoked cigarette that never seemed to leave his lip. as you watched him navigate through the fields, a wave of desire washed over you, eyes trailing over the muscular arms that gently guided the animal.

he had been here since last year, when your father hired him. he was getting too old for the long hours and physical demands of running the ranch on his own. the cowboy's presence brought a sense of relief and reassurance, knowing that the legacy of the land would be carried on with care and dedication.

your first impression of him was supposed to be less than favourable. your father had called you down in the morning when you got up; he wanted to introduce you to the new farmhand so you wouldn't be surprised when a random boy wandered around the ranch. your father used the word 'boy', but upon first glance, he was nothing other than a man. standing tall and exuding an air of maturity, his rugged features and calloused hands spoke of hard work and experience. you felt your heart skip as he locked eyes with you.

though he purposefully gave you an unfavourable greeting (a disinterested nod and a "yami"), it didn't dissuade your attraction to him.

his piercing eyes seemed to comprehend everything they took in, reducing you to a jelly-legged mess on the off chance he looked at you. the way he carried himself with a casual confidence only added to your desire, leaving you yearning for even the smallest bit of attention from the stoic man. he seemed a bit too old to be a farmhand, but try as you might, he wouldn't open up or tell you why when you spoke to him.

the most you would get would be a barely lifted brow and a once-over from those scalding eyes that just seemed to strip you down and make you feel so vulnerable.

your parents liked him. he was a hard worker and never made a fuss. not even when your parents told him they could only offer him the loft in the shed to stay in. all he wanted was meals. he used the bathroom in the house, though, and sometimes, if you were lucky, you'd catch him after a shower, with his hair still damp and his large body shirtless as he made his way back to the shed.

you started to volunteer to do the dishes after meals more often. the window in the kitchen looked out onto the couple horses you had. yami was taken with them, and they seemed to love him back. the calmest and most at ease you'd see him is with the horses, and your mother told you off quite a few times for letting the water run too long as you shamelessly stared at the man.

as the months went along, your father's condition worsened, and yami took up nearly all of the work on the farm. your father was old, no other way to say it, and you heard him and your mother sometimes at night talking about the future of the ranch. you wouldn't be able to handle it all on your own, and you weren't looking for a husband anyway, so as far as you know, your parents were planning to start selling things off. ideally, within the year, there would be no more farm.

the thought made your heart sink. what were you going to do if you couldn't look out the window and see yami in the sun, taking off his hat to push back his sweaty hair before rolling up his sleeves. it was this scene that replayed in your head, keeping you up at night and squirming beneath the sheets.

you didn't know what to do.

but when your mother abruptly woke you up one morning and led you to the barn, you had no time to think. there was yami and your father, the older man cradling his arm to his chest as yami helped him off the dirty ground.

"what happened?" you ushered to your father's side.

he had an embarrassed smile on his face as he stood.

"the hayloft used to seem a lot shorter back in the day." he joked, and you noticed the ladder against the wood bearing.

you gave him an exasperated look before yami spoke.

"he only fell off the second rung." he shook his head at your dad. "i told you i’d help after i brought the tools back, old man."

your dad waved him off before wincing as he realized he used his injured arm.

"'s not fun being useless," he sighed and looked at his arm. "but looks like I caused more trouble."

"we'll have to go to the doctor." your mom told him, rewrapping her robe around her body. "at least it's morning; it'll take us all day to make it there."

your dad looked at the sky for a second, then turned to yami and asked, "would'ya mind cleaning up here?"

yami nodded.

"i'll get the cart ready," you tell your parents, but your mom shakes her head.

"no no, you stay here," she said. "i'll take your father. you manage the house."

you were about to protest when she held her hand up, and you shut your mouth.

your mother and father left the barn to get ready, leaving you frowning slightly as yami started to put away the ladder.

"you gonna put some clothes on?" his deep voice caught your attention.

the morning breeze on your legs reminded you that you were only in a nightgown. wordlessly, you left the barn and beelined to the house.

mother assured you they would be back the next day by evening, but when dinner time came, and you and yami were sitting in the kitchen, it started to rain. by dusk, it had picked up into nearly a storm.

sitting in your room, you looked out the window, unable to comfortably sleep while staring at the shed. yami locked up everything before the weather took a turn for the worse, but he insisted on sleeping in the shed tonight, even though you offered your parents bed. the trees around you swayed dangerously, but when the sky lit up with lightning, you got up. the thunder followed as you padded your way outside, drenching yourself as you made your way to the shed.

the door doesn't lock, and your father didn't keep many things in there since yami moved in, so the door swung open easily.

"yami?" you called, but your voice was barely audible above the rain and wind.

the shed was dark, and you couldn't see him, so you called again, louder this time, but still no answer.

ignoring his privacy in favour of getting out of the storm, you made your way to the loft, the rain pelting on the wooden roof muffling the outside slightly, save for the couple leaks that trickled through. this was the worst storm you'd seen in years, and you couldn't let him stay here.

placing your wet foot on a board, you hoisted yourself up to look for him. if only you had time, but the inside of the shed lit up, flashing through the grooves of the wood and nearly blinding you before the roof fell in.

you tried to scream as you lost your grip, but your voice failed you. the delayed thunder that followed crashed around you as you tumbled to the ground, but you never hit it. strong arms wrapped around your middle, but you were too shocked to do anything as you were dragged out of the ruined structure.

the ringing in your ears faded as you heard someone yelling—it was yami. your eyes shot up at him as he still held you.

"what the fuck were you doing?!" he shouted, but you just blinked at him.

the lip of his hat protected him from the rain more than you, but with the wind, it wasn't enough to keep his face and hair completely dry. his expression was angry, and you felt like shrinking away.

"i came to look for you." you said, but were too quiet.

yami just shook his head and dragged you to the house.

once inside the well-framed structure, you repeated yourself.

"i was worried," you said. "where were you anyway?"

"had to lock up the barn again; the chain's old, ‘didn't want it to give in the storm." he said and took off his hat.

he ran a hand down his wet face, a deep sigh hissing out through his teeth, before pinching his nose, as if he were annoyed at you coming to check on him.

"you can't be mad at me for worrying." you furrowed your brows.

"'m not, i just—" but he cut himself off upon looking at you.

his eyes snapped down to your chest, eyebrows immediately raising.

confused, you looked down to see that your soaked nightgown had become translucent from the water. the wet fabric clung to your body, outlining the curves of your hips and breasts, your nipples now protruded harshly as a result of the cold air.

even though you threw your arms around yourself, the damage was done. and upon a second glance, yami wasn't in a much better position, his chest and abs clearly on display through his ragged white shirt.

you just shut up.

"go take a shower." his voice was strained, and his eyes looked away from you. "dry yourself off."

"a—at least let me get you a towel first." you reasoned. there was only one bathroom in the house, so yami would have to wait for you anyway, and you quickly grabbed a towel from the linen closet to hand to him, trying not to stare too obviously at his exposed torso.

despite being in the hot shower, you could still hear the wind and rain hitting the house from outside. you knew your parents would be staying in town until the weather was clear, and you just hoped they had found a place to stay before it got too bad.

when you got out, you wrapped yourself in a towel with the intent to sprint to your room. you hadn't brought your clothes to the bathroom, so you couldn't tell yami to warm himself up until you went downstairs.

but upon closing your room door behind you, you notice the man sitting on your bed with the towel you gave him around his shoulder and only in his briefs, probably having tried to dry off before catching a cold. you yelled in surprise, holding the towel tighter around your body.

"what are you doing in my room!" you cried, and his eyes widened a fraction as you moved towards him on instinct to hit him. "get out!"

"shit—" he said, holding up his arms in defence. "didn't know it was your room!"

"pervert!" your face was burning with embarrassment as you closed your eyes and blindly swatted.

you were so distracted that you forgot about the storm outside. suddenly, a loud crack of thunder jolted you back to reality, drawing a startled yelp from your lips as you jumped back. heart pounding, you nearly jumped into the man, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. yami froze.

"you okay?" he asked slowly.

with a quick shake of your head, he sighed. his arms came around your waist and pulled you into his warm body, your own going around his shoulders and curling into him. as you buried your face in his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming your racing pulse. the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane created a soothing backdrop, gradually easing the tension in your body. In that moment, you found solace in his embrace, grateful for the sense of safety and comfort he provided, you weren't even aware that you crawled into his lap.

"it'll be alright." his deep voice comforted you as his large hand smoothed over your towel covered back.

you shifted on top of him as the wind battered against the house. the man holding you hissed, and you looked up at him with concern as you said, "yami?"

his eyes were screwed shut, jaw clenched, and hands were still against you. 

"don't—" he strained. "fuck—don't say my name right now."

you were confused and about to ask why when you felt the reason under your thigh. eyes now wide as you felt his erection through his thin briefs, you noticed yami's head turned away from you.

grinding down gently elicited another groan from the man before he stilled you with his hands on your hips.

"what do you think you're doing?" his eyes were dangerous as he looked down at your trembling form. the fear from the storm seemed to be drowned out by your arousal for the man, and you welcomed the feeling, far preferring it to the former.

you leaned forward, your legs straddling yami as you placed a soft kiss on his rough and unshaven cheek. he sucked in a breath, and you slowly leaned back to look up at him.

"if I start this," he warned you, "i won't stop."

you shook your head softly and said, "please don't stop."

and he attached his lips to yours, a surge of electricity shooting through your body and intensifying the already overwhelming desire between you. the storm raged on outside, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except themoment you shared with yami.

your body melted into his, allowing him to take over. his touch was both gentle and possessive, hands exploring every inch of your body as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. the intensity between you grew with each passing second, the world around you fading into oblivion as you surrendered completely to the intoxicating power of yami.

hips rocked into his again, the rhythm becoming more urgent and desperate. every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that consumed both of you. as the heat between you intensified, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the raw desire and overwhelming lust that bound you together in that moment.

yami's fingers trailed between your legs, and his lips swallowed your whimpers as he began to rub your clit. his touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine and causing your breath to hitch. the intensity of his caress intensified the already overwhelming pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each skillful stroke, yami's fingers danced across your most sensitive areas, heightening the sensations and driving your mind wild. as his lips continued to silence your moans of pleasure, you surrendered completely to his dominance.

"please." you whimpered into his mouth, never having felt this intense of a desire before. "please, more."

yami's eyes sparkled with a mixture of passion and adoration as he whispered, "i''ll give you everything, baby."

his touch became even more intense, coaxing out pleasure that you never knew existed. the world around you faded away as his touch left fire across you, leaving you breathless and craving more as you shuddered and came on his fingers.

yami's hands continued their skilled movements, prolonging your ecstasy until you were left trembling in his embrace. lost in the waves of pleasure, you realized that this was only the beginning of somethingyou never wanted to end.

your hands eagerly went to his boxers, clumsily groping his erection as you drew groans from his lips. yami tore off your towel, leaving you bare on top of him. as the heat between you intensified, Yami's lips found yours in a hungry kiss. the room filled with the sound of your combined moans, echoing your cries of desire. you yanked down his briefs, his cock slapping against his stomach and making your eyes widen at the size.

you gulped, suddenly fervoring, when yami's rough hand cupped the back of your head and coaxed you in a kiss.

"i got you, baby," he assured, and you nodded.

as his hand trailed down your body, sending shivers of anticipation through you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of trust and surrender. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but with yami's reassuring words, you knew you were in safe hands. he lifted you up easily, aligning you with his cock and slowly entering you. the aching stretch you felt, mixed with the raw passion between you and yami was electrifying. and despite your whimpers, you urged him to continue. every movement, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you surrendered completely to the moment, trusting that yami would take care of you and fulfill your every desire. in earnest, you drop yourself to cover him completely, whining in pain but just needing to feel as close as possible to him.

"fuck, gorgeous," he gritted through his teeth, holding you against him in a soothing manner.

he whispered sweet words of reassurance, promising to make the pain worth it. with each gentle stroke, he eased your discomfort and replaced it with a newfound intensity of pleasure. you let him bounce you on top of him, matching his rhythm and surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. the room filled with the symphony of your moans and his grunts as you both lost yourselves in each other. with every thrust, the pleasure escalated, pushing you both closer to the edge of ecstasy as your noises became more wanton.

"i—i didn't," you hiccuped in pleasure, gripping his broad shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself, completely addicted to the spots he could reach inside of oyu. "didn't know it could feel this good."

"fuck, baby, you're perfect." he grunted and captured your lips for another kiss.

the intensity of his words sent shivers down your spine and you knew this was a moment of pure bliss that you never wanted to end. you felt an unfamiliar tightness in your stomach, aching for release as the pleasure continued to build. the overwhelming sensation consumed you, making it impossible to think of anything else except yami's burning touch.

you began to cry, not knowing how to handle the torrent of pleasure coursing through you when his thumb came back to circle your clit. your tears mixed with the sweat on your flushed skin as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. throwing out a hiccuped warning, yami just encouraged you to let go and let him bring you to bliss.

as you let go of all inhibitions, your body trembled with each stroke of his thumb. the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the raw ecstasy that yami's touch left. every nerve ending was on fire, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable level. in that moment, you knew that surrendering to yami meant surrendering to pure pleasure, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. and you cried his name as you came, gripping onto him for dear life as he guided you through the high.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, you found yourself breathless and completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. yami's touch had unlocked a realm of pleasure you never knew existed, leaving you yearning for more of his intoxicating embrace.

with another breathless kiss, you collapsed against him, letting him hold you up as your eyes drifted to the window, only to see that the raging storm had turned into a mild shower.

"thank you," you croaked out, nuzzling into his warm touch.

"always, baby." his breathing was uneven, "i'll always be here for you."

[aidaronan]

Duty, Betrayed

For @steddiemicrofic's April prompt: fool. 454 words || Explicit || Tags: Jester Eddie, King Steve but literally A king was not supposed to fuck his fool.

A king was supposed to fuck his queen as often as God would let him, to sire heirs that would reign forever and ever. A king was supposed to preserve the legacy of a Name.

And yet, more nights than not, Steve made his way out of his bedchamber and to a small hidden room near the servant's quarters.

By the light of the moon, he pushed aside a tapestry and opened a simple wooden door. He had personally oiled the hinges months ago, shortly after the fool found it. Eddie. His name was Eddie. A name Steve cherished as sure as birds cherished angels.

"I keep thinking that some night I'm going to come here and wait for you, and you just won't show." Eddie didn't look much different than any other man out of his fool's garb. Except for all the ways he did: hair that fell in waves, lips made for kissing and for biting, big brown eyes that had captivated Steve from the moment Christine and her court had shown up at his castle.

Steve liked her, Christine, his queen.

But it was clear that her heart did not belong to him.

And there was this. There was Eddie.

"I used to think that, too," Steve said, dropping his shift to the floor in a heap. He settled onto a straw mattress.

Licking his lips, Eddie joined him, kneeling between his legs while he stripped off his own undergarments and tossed them aside.

"Used to?" Eddie asked. "And which thing is that, my king? That I might not show? Or that you might not?"

Steve drank in the sight of Eddie hovering above him. How the light of the oil lamp gilded him like a king's fortune.

"Both," Steve said, breath stuttering as Eddie's cock pressed against him. Perhaps the truest mark of Steve's betrayal to duty was how he no longer showed up to these liaisons unprepared. This night, he had given his body up before he ever even left his rooms, pressing oil-slicked fingers into himself so that he and Eddie might lie together without delay.

"And you trust I'll be here now?" Eddie asked, easing inside. Steve gripped his shoulders.

"I do."

"And you, my king?" Eddie asked, thrusting deep. "I should trust this of you, too?"

"You should," Steve said, as they writhed together, panting in the night.

"And why is that?" Eddie trembled after it was done, wasted royal seed painted upon his belly.

"Because." Steve held him, tracing his face and hair with a love that would make the great poets weep. "Because, Eddie, the heart and soul of this kingdom both belong to you."

[redtsundere-writes]

Part 5: Hunting Season

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 3914 words.

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Winter was dangerously approaching, and you could feel it in your body. In the darkest part of the castle, all the servants slept in giant bunks that stretched from the stone floor to the cobwebby ceiling in the freezing dungeon. The worries of survival and the stress of slavery were on pause so you could dream of a life outside the dark castle. You covered yourself as best you could with the thin cotton blanket that all the servants had. You tossed and turned to find the most comfortable position to sleep on the straw-filled mattress. Over the months you had perfected your technique to not freeze to death in winter in your sleep. You would wrap your arms around your legs and tuck your head between your knees to keep yourself warm. It was times like these when you missed the people who used to be your family.  

You were about to complete one year of serving his majesty. You still couldn't believe that you had outlived him for so long, but you were glad. The fact that you didn't have any scratches from the king meant you were doing a good job. You hoped it would be that way for the rest of your stay there, meaning the rest of your life. There was also the possibility that you would become as important to him as Uraume, but that was asking for too much. 

Loud metallic sounds woke you from your uncomfortable sleep. You slowly opened your eyes to get used to the sharp light coming from the open door. Uraume was standing at the entrance to the dungeon, banging on one of the kitchen pots with a metal spoon. All the servants were slowly waking up amid grunts of reluctance at the commotion. You pulled your hair back in confusion at the white ribbon that matched your uniform. This was the first time they had been woken up like this. 

“Today is hunting day. After breakfast, head for the parade ground,” Uraume announced in their characteristic monotone voice before retreating. 

When he closed the door behind him, all the servants wailed in unison. You didn't understand what was going on. All you knew was that this would be a day unlike any other. You quickly put on your white apron to join the others in their collective grief towards the dining room. Unlike the king's dining room, this one was larger and sadder. Instead of elegant ebony wood furniture and gold utensils, there were long wooden benches damaged from all the years of use and uneven china. 

Upon entering the dining room, they were met with a completely different picture than usual. A table full of delicious dishes on marble tableware shined in the center of the cold room. Exotic fruit cut into different shapes, different cuts of meat paraded on beautiful gold trays and unknown foods were displayed around the elegant table. They looked like works of art. It was a buffet at the height of a royal feast. Although it was a magnificent surprise, the other servants did not look happy. They reluctantly served themselves, took advantage of the jugs of wine, and some sobbed as they ate bread. 

“What's wrong with everyone?” You asked the servant in front of you in the serving line. 

“It's hunting day,” the servant replied dryly. 

If there was one thing that set you apart from Sukuna servants, it was that they were all over 40 years old. They were old curmudgeons, judgmental ladies or people who were just waiting for Sukuna to kill them after making some superficial mistake. So most of them envied your youth, but they also felt sorry for you because you had ended up in the same hell as them at such a young age. Luckily, there were a few exceptions. 

“I know that. It's the first day of April, the best month to hunt quail, wild boar and deer.” You answered excitedly. 

“I forget that this is your first year here.” Said the woman before turning around between limps to look you in the eye. “We won't be hunters, we'll be the prey.” She corrected you in a whisper, about to burst into tears. 

She lifted her skirt to show you that she had a horrible cut above her leg. The reason for her limp. One after another, the veteran servants around you showed you their survival wounds. Across the chest, some were armless and others were one-eyed. You hugged the porcelain plate of shock. That's when you realized why the shock. They were being served what would potentially be their last meal. With that disheartening feeling, you helped yourself to a few crêpes with jelly and strawberries. With your eyes, you looked around for the one servant you considered your friend, Mrs. Inoue.  

“Today looks like it's going to be an interesting day, doesn't it?” You greeted her as you sat down next to her. 

“How can you be so positive in such an environment?” she asked you with a faint smile. 

Mrs. Inoue was a 50-year-old woman you had met on your first day at the castle. Her ashen hair, raisin skin and trembling fingers made her look older than she really was, the result of a life of tireless hard work. Although she had a face of few friends and kept to herself, she was always good to you. 

“I'd rather be happy on my last day of life,” you replied before biting into a juicy strawberry. 

With her arms entwined, you helped Mrs. Inoue out of the castle at her slow but sure pace. The cloudy sky, cool wind and green grass welcomed you to the expansive parade ground. They lined up with the other servants to wait for instructions. At the perimeter of the castle, several curses in shining armor watched them like vultures. If any of the servants tried to escape, they would be snacked on by the first one to sink his teeth into them. They watched them from above, sneering with possessive eyes. You tried to ignore them, but it was difficult when you could hear their whispers. 

Two curses opened the gigantic main doors of the castle to usher in the great king Sukuna and Uraume. They reached for the trumpets under their armpits to sound an imperial march to introduce the highest authority of the nation as an inauguration to the great event that was to take place. They stepped onto the platform to the rhythm of the music to get a better look at all the inferior beings who were about to give their lives to entertain the tyrant they served. 

Uraume called the roll of all the servants, making sure they were all present. Sukuna did not take his eyes off you, his gaze constantly analyzing you as always. You tightened your dress to calm your nerves. Sometimes you wish you knew what he was thinking when his cursed eyes fell on you amidst the sea of heads. 

“The rules are the same as every year, but I will repeat them for the new servants,” Uraume began their speech. 

If Sukuna has something in common with the other kings, it is that he loves hunting day. The royals usually carry out this activity with animals that are eaten at the end of the day in a great feast. A refined event to test the discipline of the upper class, but for Sukuna it is an opportunity to satisfy his sadistic needs. His version of the hunting day consists of throwing all his servants into a dangerous forest on the outskirts of the kingdom. They will all try to hide or run away like white rabbits so he can catch them. To mark those he has found, he cuts them down with his cursed technique. Some die in the process, but most survive, only having to deal with the injury for life. 

“The last one to be caught will not be cut and will get a week off from housework as a reward. This is with the intention that you take this activity seriously,” Uraume finished their speech. 

“Wow, that doesn't sound bad,” you commented, surprised that the tyrant would give such a generous prize. “What will you do if you win?” you asked Mrs. Inoue.

“Yeah, right, like if I could win,” the lady laughed at herself. 

“Oh, come on. Don't give up just like that,” you encouraged her as you hugged her arm affectionately. 

In line, all the servants were escorted by Uraume and the other curse knights into the forest while the king rode in a luxurious carriage behind them all. The leaves crunched under their feet, the rich smell of earth dampened by the morning breeze reached your nose and the gigantic trees welcomed them to the battlefield. You would let those behind you know if there was a branch they needed to dodge or loose dirt they could slip on. You noticed how one of the servants began to sob louder and louder with each step he took. The old man was looking around paranoid in search of an escape route and scratching the back of his neck anxious. You wouldn't be surprised to see the poor man pee himself. The servant behind him was trying to calm him down, but nothing seemed to work. That was not a good sign. 

“I can't do it anymore!” The man screamed in horror before breaking formation and fleeing in panic in an attempt to get lost in the shady trees. 

He could only take three steps before a curse caught him in its jaws, eating him alive in front of everyone without remorse. The poor man was writhing and screaming for help, but no one dared to help him, fearing of suffering the same fate. He was already more dead than alive in that situation. Everyone sobbed at the bloody scene. His own panic had just consumed a colleague. The curse ripped off his head and threw it towards you to scare you even more. The head fell in front of your feet, its eyes wide open and staring at you. There was not a trace of life behind them. It was just a pair of eyes that used to belong to someone. Sukuna arrived on the scene, surprising everyone. He inserted his claws into the man's black hair to lift it off the ground, while his equal continued to eat like a messy child. His gaze traveled between the faces of his terrified servants until it reached your face drab with shock. 

It was just like that time he killed your rude colleagues in front of you. You didn't scream, cry or vomit like you used to. You just processed the situation in your mind to make sure you were fully awake. You were completely shocked to see the insides of that man who once gave you advice or helped you do an assignment. That man no longer existed, he was now food for the curse and the rest would serve as compost.

“What are you waiting for? You have 5 minutes to get out of my sight,” Sukuna said before taking a bite of the head as if it were a juicy red apple, filling his lips with blood and dead skin, starting the event. 

Everyone ran terrified into the forest while screaming for their lives, including Mrs. Inoue. You blinked a couple of times, taking in the situation. This was really happening, and you had to act fast. You bowed to your majesty before escaping his dangerous sight, running to the opposite side of where the servants had headed. Sukuna smiled as he watched you run through the trees, your dress, and hair swinging back and forth in the wind. You were fast, you were in good shape.

“I still don't understand why you think so highly of her,” Uraume said as she approached him while he was losing sight of you.

“You'll see,” He answered before wiping his lips of blood. 

Sukuna threw the head to the side and followed the direction where most of the servants had run. Uraume just followed him. They could question him all she wanted, but he always had the last word. 

You were running between trees, bushes, and plants that could possibly kill you. Your feet were starting to get tired, you could barely breathe from exhaustion and your hands were pulling on your long skirt so you wouldn't trip. The wind whipped your face as you followed the steady rhythm of your panicked steps. You didn't know where you were running to nor did you have a plan in mind. You just ran in the opposite direction of your colleagues because it was logical that a hunter would prefer to go after several prey rather than just one. 

You really didn't want him to hurt you. You had done so many things together that you doubted he was capable of doing such a thing. He always tried to touch you gently as if you were the most fragile rose in his garden. You had slept together, he had fed you the best food he could offer, defended you, given you a shower and had played together. You wanted to be by his side, but here you were, running away from him. 

You didn't see a thick tree root sticking out of the fertile soil. Your foot got stuck in the hole, causing you to stumble. You fell onto your stomach, knocking the air out of your chest. You tried to recover quickly, but fell back to the ground from the lack of oxygen in your system. Your head began to spin, so you gave up. You stretched your limbs out like a starfish on land. Your gaze began to cloud over with tears emerging from your eyes. The plowed leaves that heralded the end of autumn danced over you in an attempt to lift your spirits. Sukuna will hurt you soon. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. You felt so foolish for thinking Sukuna considered you someone special. You had no powers, you weren't the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, much less had royal blood. You were just another servant he would mark or, worse, kill. Your heart was beating a thousand beats an hour from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. An agonizing scream from one of your companions cut through the sky, causing a couple of little birds to fly away in fright. 

You got up little by little to avoid falling again. You dusted yourself off and took a deep breath. It was confirmed. This was not a nightmare. If you wanted to survive, you had to keep running. You set off again towards the opposite side from where the scream had come from. You would do your best to be the last to be found, but nothing assured you that this would be the case. If a cut was the price for having been caressed by him, then you would pay it. 

You kept running until you reached a cave in the foothills of a gigantic mountain. You debated whether to enter, it was so dark inside that you couldn't risk going in without knowing what was inside first. In an attempt to see beyond the darkness, you took a step inside. As soon as your foot touched the stone surface, a roar emerged from the incognito. Slowly, a three-headed bear came into view. A gasp of surprise escaped your throat. Its six red eyes were staring at you hungrily and the white foam coming from its snouts was not a promising sight. You were now facing a beast lesser than Sukuna, but one that would eat you alive no matter what. You backed up little by little, but he kept advancing at your pace. 

“Shit…” You whispered before running for your life. 

Your feet were moving as fast as they could, even faster due to the adrenaline rush that was running like crazy through your body. One false step and you were dead. The bear had its eyes fixed on you and was not about to give up until it consumed your flesh. In the distance you saw a tree that you knew you could easily climb. You ran to the tree and jumped onto its branches as if they were a makeshift ladder. You would be safe there. Grizzly bears don't know how to climb… or so you thought. Your hand-eye coordination was being put to the test as you searched for the next branch to continue climbing quickly. Your labored breathing barely let you think, but you had to focus. 

The path between the branches ended when there were only thin branches that couldn't possibly support your weight. You held on tightly to turn and look at the bear. Your eyes widened as you realized you weren't dealing with just any bear. Besides having three heads, it was climbing the tree perfectly. It was the end of you. You backed up as far as you could, but if you chose wrong you could fall out of the tree. You looked down to see if you could survive the fall. A small branch broke under your feet, it fell for 2 seconds. If your math didn't fail you, it was a fall of at least 30 meters. If you survived, you would break a bone and be easy prey for the rabid bear. You watched as the dangerous beast continued to climb the tree little by little, you had no options left… Well, you had one left. 

The poor servant broke out in a cold sweat, his limbs trembled, and his throat closed as he watched Sukuna slowly approach him. Without hesitation, he cut the air. A deep wound appeared on the man's abdomen. He writhed on the ground and shrieked his mother's name from the excruciating pain. Some servants, who had already been marked, dragged him back to the castle to heal him like the others. 

“This is number 53. Only one is missing,” Uraume informed their majesty. 

“She's still out there, isn't she?” Sukuna asked, subtly proud. 

“That's right. She's the winner in her first year, how lucky,” they replied, playing it down. 

“It's not luck,” Sukuna corrected him. “She walked away from her herd when she ran. She knew perfectly well what she was doing,” he turned around to look for you. 

“Is that why you are interested in her? Because she is smart?” Uraume questioned him as he followed. 

“It's one of her qualities, but she has something else. Something that no other woman has,” his main servant arched their eyebrow at that answer. His majesty used to be someone direct and focused, why was he hiding the reason for his choice?

“So, what is it?”

“My king!” Your voice echoed through the trees like an echo that lost power with distance. Sukuna arched his eyebrow when he heard you. I could recognize your voice anywhere in the world. Had you given up so quickly? “Help me, please, my king!” 

Uraume was about to say something to him, but he disappeared with the speed of a snap. They were speechless at how quickly he had reacted to your call for help. Did he care that much about you? They ran at full speed to catch up with him. They couldn't help but smile to herself. At last… her king had a clear weakness. 

Sukuna ran through the trees until he reached your location. Quickly, he realized the situation you were in. You had given up because you were about to be eaten by a bear more terrifying than he was. You were at the top of the tree, with no clear escape. He could see your face scared and about to burst into tears because you were facing your end face to face. You had given up and decided to call him in the face of the situation. You, a human who knew you could be hurt by him, decided to call him anyway. He knew you were special, but you surprised him more and more every day. Uraume didn't take long to arrive, a few seconds late and with their heart in their throat from the effort, but they arrived.

“My king, this way!” You cried as soon as you saw that he had come to your call for help while you waved your arm from side to side so he could see your whereabouts. 

“Jump,” Sukuna ordered you with a mischievous smile as he crossed his arms. 

Uraume was surprised to hear that. He had run halfway through the forest at such a speed to ask you to jump instead of saving you? They thought he cared enough about you, but it seems they had thought wrong. No servant would be crazy enough to jump that high for a tyrant like Sukuna.

You looked at the bear and then at your king. Both could kill you easily, but you had to do your lord's bidding before anything else. If he asked you to do so, it was for a reason, wasn't it? Without hesitating twice, you jumped from the tree while letting out a war cry. You closed your eyes waiting for the painful impact that would cause you to break a bone or two. The first second step, the second would come soon. Just as you thought you were about to hit the ground, you were suspended in midair. You slowly opened your eyes to see the ground in front of your nose. 

“Huh?”

Sukuna had caught you just in time by the knot of your apron as if you were a human yo-yo. He tossed you as if you weighed nothing so that you fell right into his strong arms. The king cradled you as if you were his tender baby. Your brain could not comprehend what was happening. His four eyes looked at you tenderly as he smiled proudly that you had obeyed him. You no longer knew if your heart was pounding from adrenaline or from joy that he had saved you. 

“Good girl,” He said before ruffling your hair with one of his four hands. 

Uraume understood at that moment what Sukuna meant when he said “you had potential”. You were not the most beautiful, nor the most intelligent, nor, much less, powerful. But you were extremely obedient and loyal to such an extent that you could risk your own body for him. You didn't question or challenge him, you just did what he asked without hesitation for a second. 

Sukuna cut the bear into thousands of pieces with a slash while looking you in the eye. Your eyes wanted to see how the bear had finished, but his black claws directed your jaw back to him so you wouldn't lose sight of him, taking care not to scratch your face. You had already seen too much.

“Thank you for saving me, my king,” you said between stutters, still in shock. 

“It's the least I can do for this year's winner,” he said before walking back to the castle. Two of his arms tightened around your body, while another one went around your back, his hand holding your ass. Your cheeks flushed as you realized he was touching you shamelessly. “Do you know what you'll be doing on your week off?” he asked. You couldn't help but smile at that.

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𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙯𝙚𝙣'𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after maki arrives in your home riddled in self-doubt, she learns your true feelings toward her.

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"I hate her." 

When rage seized Maki, it had done so vigorously. She hadn't learned to handle the burning anger within her, though mostly due to upbringing. Although she'd found the strength to leave her family home while only 15, her twin had not forgiven her deep down. Another failed attempt at making amends with Mai, while Mai had only wished for retribution. Maki had tried her best at reconciling ten years on, but each attempt at forgiveness had been futile. 

The fact Maki had hidden a wavering voice yet could not mask the defeated expression and glassy eyes had meant that she had not been angry. Even if she'd attempted to come off with a strict hate and displeasure, you'd been able to see through the facade. Deep down, Maki was heartbroken. 

Rambling about the events just passed, she kicked her shoes at the door and made herself home. A small detail that made your heart melt; knowing Maki saw your house as a safe-haven. A place of comfort for her wounded heart. 

The truth had been, your love for Maki had been far beyond platonic. Although you hadn't been able to pinpoint a where and how, you'd been left to live through an infatuation with your best friend. Your caring nature had been reciprocated by her protective one, a dynamic in which you'd wished would stem into romanticism, yet wouldn't push the boundary of friendship. Time spent alongside her had your skin prickling and heart racing, nights alone picturing a future in which you'd find the confidence to confess the sin of love. 

When she'd paused in speaking, you'd realised you'd become lost in thought. Maki had awaited your response to her venting. Green eyes stared at you through desperation.  "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to make it work." 

Only a feeble attempt at reassurance had left your lips as the kettle came to boil, the click of the switch and bubble of water filling a heavy atmosphere. When pouring the liquid over tea, steam danced within the porcelain mugs. A temporary reprieve. 

You brought the mugs to the table, seating yourself beside her defeated form. She rested on a knee, foot placed on seat, the other leg in a natural dangling position. Once settled into the worn out wooden chair, a cup before both of you, she continued. 

"I just thought this time would be different." Her gaze dropped, fingers wrapping around the handle. "My own sister hates me." 

"You don't need her." Spoken with brisk pace, you made sure to snub the flames of self-doubt from her mind. Of course, her pain had been valid - a deep cut loathing bestowed so clearly from the Zen'in's had to harbor negativity within her core, but you wouldn't allow the seeds to grow into anything more. If Maki needed to be reassured of her worth, you would provide. Even if that had meant daily, or hourly, you'd be willing to support the girl you'd loved.

"Hm." Her hum of uncertainty had bene voiced into the mug of tea, a sip of warmth and exhale of relief, appraising the beverage's comforting tone. "How are you, anyway?" Her question had ended in reluctant eye contact, a flutter of heart beneath rib as you'd stare back into her soul.  "I'm fine, you know me." A nonchalant response, shrug of shoulders.

"That's it? Fine?" Maki sighed, a shake of her head. "I haven't seen you for weeks, and you have nothing to say?" She scoffed, a smirk of annoyance curving lips. "Don't act so humble. There has to be something you want to vent about." The sudden annoyance spurred on panic within you, mouth opening as your brain had attempted to throw together a response. "There's..." You trailed of in thought, grasping at straws. "A company party next week?" The raise of your voice had made the unsure statement more of a question, though Maki latched onto the topic, relieving you of stress. 

"That's it?" Her exhale had mimicked a laugh, shake of her head. "Why are you being so timid?" Uttered under her breath, she ignored the confusion and instead pushed you further. "At least tell me something more, what about that hot manager - Nanami? Did he make any more moves?" 

You giggled, tilting your head. "I'm not really interested."  "So, what? You're gonna be single forever?" Her pressure had been unwanted, an awkward position she'd twisted you into without comprehending the complicated emotions plaguing you. Opening up about a love life would result in honesty - that being the only person you'd liked in over a year had been her. Though, even before now, past relationships wouldn't work out, lovers seeing through doe eyes and softened expressions directed not to them, but instead your best friend. There was no way you'd find value in someone that hadn't been her.

"I don't mind so much." Brushing off her accusitory tone, you glanced to the mug cupped between palms, debating on whether to take a sip.  "What about Kugisaki?" She questioned you, eyes fixed on your defeated expression.  "No, I like someone else." 

Shit. 

"Really? You like someone? Are they a real person?" Maki smiled teasingly, brow arched in both disbelief and excitement. "Well, who is it?" 

You sat in silence, staring into the drink below you. Dying sunlight no longer reflected within the liquid, an orange glow cast over skin. You felt guilt toward Maki's enthusiasm, because you couldn't give her the answer she'd desperately wanted. Even if glancing to her expression had you considering telling the truth. She looked so pretty, after all. 

"It's no one, really." 

"I see." Maki's words were spoken quietly, a somber tone of defeat woven throughout her submission. She slumped back, finishing her tea while you'd been left to stare at your reflection within your untouched mug.  "I want to tell you, I just-" Closing you eyes, you curse your own childish behaviour. "I can't." 

Maki let out an exasperated laugh. "You're making it sound like it's me." 

For a second, you'd doubted that her words had been the ones you'd heard so clearly. The desperation of wanting to tell her, mixed with the beaten-down expression and your need to comfort her had seemingly created confidence. From your perspective, her crossed arms holding her own body so tightly had made it look as if she'd been hugging herself. Perhaps, she had been. 

Instead of sinking down further, denying the feelings you'd had and the ones she'd seemingly displayed if not a part of your own madness, you leaned toward her. Where words wouldn't suffice, you would still speak, fingers ghosting her cheek, face inching closer. There was some form of restraint as you'd grown only a centimeter away, a chance to allow her to voice disdain and push you away. Though, she'd only closed the gap. 

Your lips had locked with hers, a gentle kiss and quiet smack of lips echoing through the kitchen. You'd supported the questionable position you'd contorted yourself into in order to lean over and kiss her - an arm on the table and the other the back of her chair while squatting to hover over your own seat. You'd pulled yourself from her in order to apologize, however two burning palms cupping each cheek had brought you back to her. 

You'd been somewhat startled by the surge of courage she'd displayed, yet as you'd allowed the passion between you with lips molding against one another, movements became a frenzied show of affection. The controlling grasp she'd had set over your features had been brought rather aggressively downward, a tug over your sides to pull you atop her lap as lips parted further. Maki's tongue glided across your own shyly at first, a few flicks as if to test the waters between sloppy pecks. Though, spurred on by a limited taste of you, she'd been greedy to take more. Deeper, haphazard and messy kisses with an exchange of drool between both you and her had Maki's thighs clenching under yours, hands groping over your body as a desperate attempt for more contact. 

She'd rested her grasp over your hips to guide you into a rocking motion, a hum lost in her moth when you'd felt friction in the place aching for it the most. Somewhere between smooth skin gliding over hers, the phrase bedroom had been uttered, lips parting and reconnecting before parting once more to allow movement. With fingers laced, you rushed toward plush sheets, though once through the door, hunger met with you first. 

Her hands roamed you when kissing you again, slipping beneath the hem to clutch at clothes that needed to be discarded. T-shirt first, then the slip of waistbands, before the mattress sank with nude bodies intertwined. Maki straddled over one thigh while keeping on of her own pushed to your core. When leaning forward to place a kiss over your neck, her slick had rubbed over your leg, stifled moan lost against the curve of your shoulder. You'd felt every detail of her bare folds, wetness coating the fat of thigh as she ground her clit over you once more. 

A buck of desperation on your own part had suddenly relieved the ache within your abdomen, a throbbing need of friction. As Maki moved against you, back arching, her chest pushed against yours. With each movement, her nipples grazed yours, a lewd action of intimacy that had both you and her clenching over the other. You'd let a louder moan at the sensation, and she'd smiled into the kiss. A breathy laugh fanned over your cheeks as if to call you needy - something she'd done many times before, less so in this context. 

You'd whined over one another, drool coating glossy lips and pouring to surrounding skin. Kisses had become more an action of sucking over tongues, increasingly languid when focused on the rest of your body. Your hips juttered with less rhythm as you'd found yourself closer to release over her thigh, encouraged by the feeling of her cunt over your skin. 

"Maki..." Against her lips, a warning spoken. As your stomach sucked inward, you'd tried to hold out a little longer.  "Come with me." The whispered instruction had wavered on the last word as her mouth had widened, allowing tensed muscles to spasm when feeling your slick roll hurriedly against her, strangled moan echoing from your mouth. 

Maki allowed her release alongside yours, hums of appraisal shared with each roll and buck, a squeeze over the sheets with each wave of pleasure.

Only when she'd left the warmth beneath her to instead lay beside you, blanket pulled over each body and chests finally rising and falling at a normal pace had words been spoken. The weight of actions setting in, a small laugh as you'd commented. 

"I guess this means you like me too?" 

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Azriel x Borrower!reader: The Secret World of Borrowing

A/N: uh, so, yeah…making it so borrowers have little wings in this, so I guess you could just call them fairies at this point.

Warnings: none???? for once??? maybe like bad language if I’m really trying???

Word Count: 3,327

-Part 2-

Anything in excess will do your body no good.

Initially, you had dismissed the thought—living off sugar cubes sounded like absolute heaven. But after about a month of surviving solely off the sweet substance, you’ve begun to dread your next meal.

Your stomach’s rumbling again, so you hop from the burnt out candle pot—cramped as it is—hidden behind a stack of books, perched precariously at the edge of the fae’s desks. So far, you’ve managed to avoid them all, darting behind teacups or ducking beneath the lip of a plate, and soon, you’ll be done with them. Just one more week, and your shimmery, iridescent wing will be fully operational.

It’s already been three since that dreadful storm that had sent you whipping through the air, smacking into the wooden frame of what you’ve now pieced together was a window ledge. From there on, you’d used your small reserves of magic to bind and set your wing, but it’s been lessening your healing powers—hence the exacerbated pain and elongated recovery time.

Slowly, carefully, you peek out from behind the towering stacks of parchment, spotting the sugar jar that’s kept on the desk. A quick scan of the room tells you the fae that inhabits it is not around at the moment. While you’ve made a point of remaining hidden and out of sight, you’ve noted a few peculiar things about the male. There’s a strange darkness that wafts around him, a bleakness that surrounds his wings—great things, that stick out from his back and loom over his shoulders! He has an odd sort of schedule, too. Blasted male. He often works late into the nights—confining you to your too-small candle pot that’s cramped, and stuffy, and really not good for your healing wing.

But you can blame him for all those wrongs until the day you die—for now, your keen nose is picking up a delicious smell. Doing another scan, you peek out further, to spot a plate laden with food.

Dear Mother, it’s one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen. You ignore the meat at the side, instead staring at the beans, and salad, and beside the plate— Berries! You could dance, leap for joy, cry, or sob, at the welcomed sight. You rush out, darting over the grain of the wooden desk. The small, glass bowl comes up to your stomach—a little taller than the plate—and you eagerly grab a berry.

The food is still warm though, which means he will likely be returning at some point soon. You turn, scanning the flat expanse of his desk. There’s a metal-looking container, housing some ink pens. That will do perfectly well should he return.

You open your mouth, poised to chomp down on the berry, when the hairs on your neck rise. Then something snags your ankles, pulling you off balance. A tiny scream spills from your lips as you drop the berry, face smacking into the desk. Quickly, you flip over, ignoring the blood dripping down your upper lip. It’s that darkness he’s always wrapped in, but—why is it bothering you? You didn’t know it could detach from him? That’s unfair!

You shoo it away, kicking your legs but it curls higher, tentatively. You snarl, writhing more frantically as it creeps up your knee, over your thigh. A growl rips from your throat in warning, but it doesn’t listen. Instead, more darkness swells, wrapping up your hips and around your waist. You shriek in anger, practically vibrating as the shadows press and push at your skin.

The final straw comes when you receive a pinch on the ass, red colouring your vision as magic wraps around your hands and you grip a strand of darkness firmly, yanking it off your body as if it were some weak rope. The darkness twitches, writhing in your hand, suddenly desperate to get away from you. “That’s what I thought,” you snap, indignantly, tossing it off you.

It slinks away, once again leaving you to the berry. You huff, wiping your nose on your forearm, attempting to get rid of the blood. But then you’re knocked into from behind, making you stumble. The shadows coil, springing forward, tackling you to the wooden desk as they keep you pinned. You struggle and writhe, worried about what this position will do to your wing, but then you hear the ominous scuff of boots in the hallway.

Panic surges in your chest, and you once again coat your hands in magic, but the shadows have learned from last time, shackling your wrists to the wood so you’re unable to touch them. You snarl in fury, pushing the magic to your mouth as you sink your teeth into the shadow. It twitches and jerks about, but you hold fast. The constraints remove themselves from your wrists, and you take the chance to flip the shadow over—the others that had been holding you down skittering away, scrambling for cover.

With your hands now free, you keep it pinned to the table, slamming your magic coated fists into it, beating it off you until—

Reinforcements have come, and they’re dragging you off the smaller shadow that’s twitching and flickering. “Let me go!” You snarl, tugging against the restraints, “it started first! Let me finish it!”

The door swings open, and you all freeze.

It only takes a second, but then his hazel eyes have landed on you, piercing into your form as he stiffens. His shadows release you, darting away as if they were completely innocent, and then you’re scrambling for cover. You were mistaken though, his shadows didn’t go into hiding. They were grabbing a jar.

You slam into the glass, a fresh wave of blood running down your upper lip as you smack your palms into the glass—to no avail. On the bright side, the berry’s in here with you. You grab it, placing it between you and the edge the desk, between you and the approaching male.

His eyes are marginally widened as he comes to a stop, pausing warily as he takes you in. You go rigid under his scrutinising gaze, crouching down behind the berry. It only comes up to your knees, but it’s better than nothing. A shadow curls over his ear, and you hiss at it, backing as far against the glass as you can, keeping your magic on hand.

Slowly, he pulls out the chair, lowering himself into the seat, still staring at you. You offer him your most scathing glare, trying not to be too intimidated by his size and piercing eyes. “Let me go,” you shout, scrunching your hands into fists over the berry. His features shift into mild shock, or surprise. “You can…talk.”

You don’t lessen your glare, instead you make it harder. “Of course I can talk, you blithering idiot! Why wouldn’t I be able to talk?” You snap furiously, nails sinking into your palms. He shifts uncomfortably in his chair, bracing his fingers on the table. Your eyes dart to his hands, cringing further back against the glass.

He lowers his hands, and you stop trying to push through the jar.

“You…what are you?” He asks, settling his hands on the wooden chair arms. Your nose wrinkles as you stare at him for a long moment. Then, “I’m a Borrower,” you spit out, “and you have no right to keep me here. None. So let me go.”

Again, he shifts in his chair, those great, powerful wings at his back catching in the light, showing off the gilt looking membrane of the inner skin. “You’re a what?” He asks slowly, as if your size would somehow interfere with the speed you hear. “I’m a Borrower. And I’m not dim. I can hear you perfectly fine. Just a bit muffled through the glass,” you snap pointedly, eyeing the confinement he’s trapped you in.

He’s quiet for a while, and your heart spikes. What’s he going to do with you? With his size, and shadows, a number of cruel fates await, all because you’re a little too small for him to consider a life form. He raises his hand to rub over his mouth, appearing in thought. Then, “you’re the creature the made those little footprints, aren’t you.”

You blink, caught of guard, “I— What?” He nods his head, as if confirming something. “You got stuck in the gravy, didn’t you? That’s where those marks came from.” You flush with embarrassment, baring your teeth at him, “it’s your damn fault for swamping your food in that rutting sauce,” you snarl viciously, remembering how the gloopy liquid had come up to your thighs in some places. It had taken a lot of work to get clean again.

He nods quietly, watching you with those piercing hazel eyes of his that make you want to curl up in your candle pot. “I’m Azriel,” he says at last, making you jump. “What’s your name? Or are you just called Borrower?” He inquires, seemingly earnestly. It doesn’t stop the fumes pouring from your pointed ears, “is my name Borrower?” You repeat, rage building in the pit of your belly.

“Insolent! Arrogant! The lot of you!” You shout at him through the glass, magic flaring in your palms, but you tamp it down. “We have names, just like you. How would you like it if we all insisted on calling you by your kind’s name?” You snap aggressively. His brows raise a little at your outburst, raising his palms in what you guess is supposed to be a calming gesture. Red tints your vision, “don’t you try and placate me! Condescending brute!”

“I meant no harm,” he says, “but I want your name. So I know what to call you.”

You hesitate, pausing your rampage. “Why should I tell you my name?” You ask, eyes narrowing on the male. He makes another calming gesture, and you settle a little, “I’m not trying to antagonise you—you’re a creature I’ve never even heard of before, so I’m going about this as logically as possible,” he replies smoothly. You deflate a little at how genuine he sounds. “So,” he says, sensing your mood calm, “what is your name?"

Your head dips down for a moment, hands wringing in your lap as you keep near your berry. “I…I don’t know,” you stammer, softly. His brow furrows in confusion, “what do you mean you don’t know?” Your eyes flit about, darting away from his. “My mother… I can’t read. She wrote my name down for me, so I would never forget it, but I was never told what it was.” You laugh quietly to yourself, “three hundred years, and I’ve never gotten the chance to learn. Or ask…” His eyes soften at your harrowing tale.

“I could read it,” he offers. You peer up at him with wide eyes. “Provided it’s in a language I know,” he adds, hastily. You suppress the urge to snap at him that you have the same language, why would it be written differently? Instead dip your head almost imperceptibly.

You get to your feet, hesitantly making your way to the front of the clear glass jar. He leans in closer to be able to see and you reach into one of your pockets, then pull out your fisted hand, holding it out toward the glass. Azriel squints a little as he peers closer, hoping to at least give you the knowledge of your name…and after three hundred years, too.

Daintily, you raise your middle finger, effectively flipping him off, “eat shit and die, asshole.”

Silence stretches between you, a storm brewing in the air, and you tense, waiting for him to break upon you. But then he huffs out a puff of air, and his eyes are crinkling and he’s laughing, chuckling softly to himself. You stare with wide eyes, tiny finger still raised in defiance as he laughs to himself.

You flush with indignation—he should be furious! “Hey!” You snap. “I don’t know what the hell you’re laughing at. It’s not funny.” He laughs harder, hiding his face in his the crook of his elbow and you watch his shoulders tremble as he attempts to control himself. “Hey!” You repeat, a little bewildered, “Azriel!”

After a few moments, and a few more deep breaths, he raises his head so he can peer at you. You take a few shuffling steps back away from him, returning to your berry. “If you won’t tell me your name,” he says, smiling faintly, “will you at least tell me what you were getting into a scrap about with my shadows?”

“They attacked me first,” you snap at him, scowling. His eyes flick over your bloody nose, “you were stealing my food.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I was hungry.”

“So you thought stealing was a good idea?”

“You shouldn’t leave food out where nasty little Borrowers can get their grubby little hands on it,” you counter, folding your arms over your chest.

He pauses, eyes running over you properly. “Why are you in my room?” You know he marks the way you stiffen, but you force every ounce of nonchalance you have into your body as you shift your weight to one hip, examining your nails that aren’t as clean as you would like. “Because I seem to come by a lot of free meals.”

It’s his turn to furrow his brows, leaning closer, examining you, “how long have you been in here?”

“Long enough to know you’re a cranky old bastard who’s so obsessed with his work he’s unable to notice when a little thing like me sneaks in,” you reply smoothly, holding your own as he stares at you. He nods again, “a while, then.” You nod, giving him a smarmy little smile.

He leans forward more, resting his cheek on his forearm as he looks at you sidewards. Gods—he’s so much bigger than you. “Where have you been relieving yourself, then?” You’re stunned for a moment, before you dig your nails into your palms, stomping forward to the edge of the glass cage. “In your food,” you snarl angrily, flushing at the rude question. His lips quirk up at that, crossing his arms over the desk as he rests his chin on the table, “I’d been wondering what that sweet flavour was.”

“You crass, brazen, pig,” you snap indignantly, absolutely appalled.

He chuckles again, seemingly enjoying getting under your skin. “You Big Ones are all the same,” you hiss. “You’re rude, disgusting, and have no concept of manners.” He blinks as you blow off some steam, going on a rant that matches your size. “Big Ones?” He asks, “is that your name for my kind?” You nod in response, a stern dip of your chin. “So are you a Little One, then?” He asks, mildly pleased when your lip curls back from your teeth. How can something so small carry so much anger in her little body? He’s surprised you can fit it all in. “Don’t call me that,” you snap, plumes of smoke practically shooting from your little ears, “it is rude.”

His smirk widens, “what about Tiny? Or Goblin?” Your lips part in astonishment, “I am not a goblin.” A tiny foot stomps down on the desk. “You might be a goblin,” he says, amusement dancing in his hazel eyes. “They’re old wives tales. Folklore, nothing more,” you snap indignantly, tapping a tiny, impatient foot on the wood. “I don’t know what they look like,” he reasons.

You scowl at him, “they’re ugly little things.” He smiles a little, a single dimple appearing beside the edge of his mouth, “they could be lovely, little things with ugly tempers.” You snarl at the taunt, practically vibrating with anger.

“Is this how you’re going to torture me? By boring me to death? Pretty unimaginative, if you ask me,” you snarl, nails digging into your palms as you glare at him. He regards you silently; it’s an effort not to shift beneath his gaze. “What makes you think I’ll hurt you?” He asks softly, watching from beneath dark, silky locks that curl over his brow. You narrow your eyes at the male suspiciously, “it’s what you do. Don’t try and make a fool out of me. I know your kind’s tricks.”

His frown deepens, watching you in his glass jar. “I’m not going to hurt you, or torture you, for that matter,” he says at last. It’s your turn to frown, “you’re letting me go?” His eyes narrow a little as he peers at you closely. “Do you want to stay?” You take a subconscious step away from the edge of the jar, then shake your head.

Azriel sighs, then removes the confinement, releasing you back into the world. “Go on,” he says, nodding to the window. “Get a move on.” You flush, eyeing the distance from the opening far above to the level of his desk—to your eyes, at least. Turning back to him, you scowl, “I’m not even allowed my food?” He arches a single brow, lips quirking at their corners, “I would have thought you’d be leaping at the chance of freedom.”

“Well, I don’t want you watching me,” you snap, folding your arms over your chest standoffishly. He smirks, “oh yeah?”

You scowl. “Yes.”

He leans back in his seat, wings flexing at his back, making your working one twitch in response. “So it’s nothing to do with the bandage around you wing, there?” He points, and you try to tuck them in tight, but a spike of pain licks up your spine, making you bite your lip. You shake your head adamantly, “I’m fine.”

He hums in response, and before you know it, his shadows have you by the waist, the ankles—everywhere. You shriek with anger as he lifts you into the air, depositing you back into the jar, this time with it the correct way up. His shadows give you an unfriendly shove once you’ve settled, and you snap your jaws at them, making them hurriedly scuttle away.

“So if I leave you now, you’ll be gone when I return?” He asks, brow raised in silent taunt—he knows something’s wrong. You narrow your eyes, but say nothing. Amusement gleams in his gaze, triumph and satisfaction quietly mocking you as you scowl.

He rolls his shoulders, muscle shifting beneath his leathers, “I don’t think I can trust you not to go through my things, or to try and escape only to get yourself killed in the process…” He drawls. “How long until it’s healed? You can stay until you’re ready for flight.”

You’re too stunned to speak.

He’s offering to…help you?

Can’t be.

“In exchange for what, exactly?” You ask warily, squinting at him. He laughs a little at that, and you’re confused why. “Can’t it just be for the pleasure of your wonderful company?” He asks, deep voice lilting with mirth. Still, your brow narrows into a scathing glare, “you want me for your pleasure? Is that it?” You spit out, feigning fury even as terror warms your lower belly.

His grin widens, “with your size? What could I ever do with you?” He inquires, laughing, “have you run up and down my skin with those tiny, bare feet of yours?”

A wild flush warms your cheeks at the image, making you snarl. “Laugh all you want. I know what your kind is like.” He gives you a challenging look, “pray tell.”

“You’re crass, cruel, and lewd. You won’t trick me,” you declare.

“‘Crass, cruel, and lewd,’ huh?” He repeats, smiling faintly, leaning in a little, “sounds like a good night, to me.”

Your jaw drops open, rendered speechless. Then red is seeping in, and magic coats your hands as tiny fists slam into the glass. “Big! Arrogant!” You snarl, fractures spiderwebbing through the jar.

“You’re going to rot in hell for that, Azriel!”

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[zombiewhor3]

DEATH TRAP

daryl dixon x fem reader

WARNINGS: injured daryl, mentions of scars, gun usage, mentions of fighting, death threats, season 1-2 era tbh, mentions of Andrea/Shane

she had been waiting for Daryl to come back from looking for Sophia, she had offered to go with him but she could notice he was distressed at the fact they hadn't found his brother and well that he hadn't had a clue on where the hell she was.

she sat back in one of the cheap lawn chairs that came from Dale's RV as she had been carving a piece of wood with her blade, maybe just until it ran out or maybe she was making a stake.

whatever it was it was out of the boredom and anxiousness of waiting for her boyfriend to come back from his journey, his journey that she knew was dangerous because the woods were filled with walkers and steep hills that could surely kill him if he fell.

she looked up at Andrea who had a straw hat shaped like a cowboys, a dirt stained white tank top and a pair of jeans that obviously needed a fresh wash, she crossed her legs as she cocked her head at the sight of something slipping from the woods.

"Walker!" she called watching as Rick, Shane and Glenn had hopped over the fence, she angled her rifle, "bet i can nail him from here" she spoke with her obvious ego flashing through but Rick had told her hold back that, he had told her to let them handle it.

because after all the noise would trigger more walkers and their camp wasn't very much fit for a one hundred percent guranteed protection for them even if it was littered with barbed wire and wooden fences.

y/n had hopped the fence herself walking towards the walker, she turned to hear the click of a gun the sound of the safety being clicked off by the blonde who sat on top of the RV behind her.

"He told you to stand down! follow the order" she scoffed as she flipped back around pulling out her blade and rushing toward where the three men stood, except they weren't killing the walker they had just been simply standing around it watching it.

it only took her a few more steps to realize that it wasn't a walker but instead it was her boyfriend who was covered in dirt and drenched in water while he had an arrow through his body.

"is that Daryl?" Glenn asked as he had a knife ready in his hand, Rick had pointed his gun at him aiming for dead center of his forehead.

"that's the third time you pointed that thing at my head" he scoffed as he licked his lips clean hearing the others let out a breather of relief once they realized he wasn't a walker.

"Jesus Daryl you scared us thought you were a walker"

she sighed as she tucked away her knife back into her holster before one of the others could get a word in they heard the loud echo of a gun shot rocket through the air around them.

and suddenly he was knocked on the ground, his body out as he flopped back into the grass, y/n let out a scream as she dropped to her knees to see if the bullet had actually hit him.

she swallowed harshly as she rubbed the side of his head feeling some blood emit out onto her fingers, "i was just kidding" he remarked as they helped pick them up from the grass.

y/n could feel some tears being harshly forced back inside her as she looked down at the wounds on his body, a few scrapes and bruises from his arms to his face, an arrow through his torso, and now an almost lethal gun shot wound to the side of his head.

she had watched the others running towards the fence while Glenn had ripped off the walker ears he wore around his neck, Andrea had a look of defeat on her face as she could still see her target walking.

and well her target that wasn't a walker but yet one of them.

"what the hell happened!" Carol yelled as she watched y/n flick her eyes up to the blonde who was now hopping down from the roof of the RV to try and fix her mistake.

"he alright?" was all she asked, not an apology or even a full sense of worry lingering from her, except those two god damn dull words.

"don't worry about it Andrea" y/n scoffed as she and Rick had taken control of carrying his body up to the house, Hershel had followed behind them while he looked at Daryl's blood stained tank top.

Y/n was angry, she was scared and she was so god damn furious, so much that she could feel a wave of anger wanting to erupt like a tsunami on the women who almost killed him.

Daryl was placed down in the bed and stripped of his shirt, Hershel had gotten his table full of tools and Rick had forcefully pulled y/n out of the room so she wouldn't have to watch an arrow being removed from his body, she bit at her nails nervously.

Rick had noticed her distress and hadn't left her side even if it meant him sitting there for hours while Hershel fixed and cleaned up the wound to make sure it hadn't gotten infected.

and the subtle three hours had felt like eternity to her, because she couldn't stop pacing and wanting to get a glance through the door, even some of the others had come to comfort her all except the women half responsible for almost killing him.

and once the bedroom door was opened she could see Hershel pulling off a latex glove and patting y/n on the shoulder, without even such a hesitation she was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him, looking at his bandages and scrapes and bruises.

"what happened?" she asked watching him lick over his lips before actually responding the full story of how he ended up like this.

"well that damn horse got scared and threw me off a cliff and i landed on an arrow, as for the walker ears i wanted a trophy" he spoke feeling as she got closer so she could rub the side of his cheek.

she frowned softly at the wound as she looked over at it, "don't be sad it was just a simple scratch and tumble" he spoke taking her hand in his and trying to soothe her.

"just a scratch? she almost killed you and well for the arrow you could've died if it hit one of your organs Daryl" she watched him smile a little almost like he was amused by it.

"i'm fine just a little sleepy that's all, promise you won't worry while i catch up on some sleep please?" he asked rubbing over the top of her hand while he could feel her gently pull away.

she nodded at him standing up from the bed and peppering a kiss on his forehead, she turned out the lamp and softly shut the door behind her, and with that she checked to see if her gun was loaded.

and it was, she had a full round left over, a full round that meant there was enough to maybe take over on walker duty because the obvious woman in control couldn't do her job right.

she thanked Hershel who sat in a reclining chair reading an old book, he smiled and replied with a simple nod at her gesture of thanks, he watched her slip out of the door her gun tucked away from his view.

she could see the others still around as the sun was just now barely setting, it was still quite visible in the sky making the day still alive as they now sat around to enjoy one another's presence and maybe just to wait on answers on how Daryl was doing.

"he's fine, he's just sleeping" she spoke to the group as she patted Glenn on the shoulder and moved along to where Andrea sat, now she was lower on the ground and not on top of the RV.

she ripped the rifle from her hands as she tossed it to where the others were sitting, Andrea had her hand on her knife to which y/n had pulled out her pistol placing it in between her eyes.

"c'mon try it" she hissed watching as her hands went away from her knife and into the air to show she wasn't going to try anything.

"woah! what the hell are you doing?!" Shane announced as he adjusted the police cap on his head watching as y/n's gaze focused on the curly blonde in front of her.

"what the hell am i doing? what the hell was she doing? Rick gave you an order and you ignored it, you could've killed Daryl, and you didn't even say anything close to an apology"

she could see Shane reach for her belt but she had placed the gun in his direction watching him back down before she focused back on Andrea who's pupils were dilated in fear.

"he looked like a walker not my fault" she remarked back at y/n watching her eyebrows raise as the tip of the gun was moved to now the dead center of her forehead making the others look around in a quite nervous terror at one another.

"you ever and i mean ever pull any of this bullshit on me or Daryl or even another one of us and so help me i'll place a bullet in you and i promise you i won't miss my target like you"

y/n remarked placing her gun back in the leather holster she could see the others staring at her like she was a monster like she was crazy but she hadn't felt anything for her, she hadn't felt anything but stupidity for trusting her.

Shane had grabbed her arm to pull her away, "are you crazy?" he hissed bitterly in a slight whisper, her eyes flicked up at him as she looked away with a roll of them.

"don't touch me or i'll put a bullet in you" she huffed as she snatched her arm away from his grasp and taking a few steps back so she could manage her way away from him.

"whatever freak show you have with him doesn't mean you can come and start waving a god damn gun in our face you hear me!" Shane shouted stepping even closer while she now was starting to step away even Rick had noticed him growing closer and closer.

"Shane back the hell away it's not your decision, let it be she did what she did even if it was wrong or right it was it is now back away"

she felt good that rick was standing up for her, but also she could sense she had been a fool to start waving a gun in someones face.

but she reminded herself that someone she loved could have been gone within a few split seconds because of her foolishness, because she didn't know how to properly follow an order she was given.

Shane had backed away poking his tongue in his bottom lip as he softly huffed at the idea of her placing a gun in her face, y/n gulped as she looked around at the others.

"i had my reasons, what if she killed him? you know how devastated we would be if he died! how devastated i would be? i'm not going to let her risk our lives! Rick you gave her an order and she still didn't stand down when you told her to!"

she watched as Glenn looked down at his shoes sinking into the dirt because he knew she was right, Dale seemed to look back and forth at both girls and Rick rubbed over the stubble of his beard while the others still remained keeping their eyes on her.

"hand over the gun" Rick spoke watching as y/n scoffed and raised her eyebrows at his demand, "no!" she uttered in disbelief at him.

"give me the gun, we don't kill the living y/n!" he yelled while he gestured his hand out for the pistol, "you get it back when you're out scavenging or hunting that's it you want safety i'm giving it to you right now so take the deal and move on"

he made a deal with her to which she un-holstered her gun and clicked on the safety while pressing it harshly into the bare cracked palm of his hand.

-

she watched Carol slip out of the bedroom as she set a plate of dinner in front of both of them and left with just a soft smile.

y/n had always liked Carol, she liked the way she cared for Daryl and the way she was like a mother to her, the way she was so kind and so sweet and well the way she was so homely even in the end of the world where flesh eating monsters roamed, even when her husband died and her own daughter had gone missing.

Daryl quickly stuffed his face with the food because truly he had barely been eating, unless you count raw squirrel intestines and to which they weren't very filling for him.

not with how long he had been walking through the woods, and fighting off walkers, which is why by the time y/n had actually taken her first bite he was done with half of the plate.

he could notice something was off, he could notice she was playing with her food while she stared down and kept avoiding eye contact each time he tried to pry her eyes to look at his.

"what happened while i was out?" he asked watching as she took a bite of a green bean on her plate swallowing it down harshly and poking her fork around the plate with a sad silence.

"y/n what happened while i was sleeping?" he asked this time rubbing her thigh while his thumb skimmed against the clad fabric of the dirty blue jeans she had been wearing for days.

"got my damn gun taken by Rick" she spoke flicking her eyes to look up at the man who had his brows furrowed while he was still stuffing his face with some of the food brought in by Carol.

"i threatened Andrea and Shane so he said i can only have it during scavenging and hunting, besides Andrea could've killed someone, and what if she did, we don't kill her for it?"

y/n spoke pushing the plate of food away as she looked at his plate now empty without even such as a speck left on the white porcelain.

"you're angry i get it, remember when i tried to kill that one dude back in the city but Rick told me no, because he took Glenn and i was so angry, i don't blame you y/n" he spoke with a soft smile.

"she deserves to pay for the mistake maybe not death but when i walked out there she still had that damn rifle in her hands, no one even thought to take it from her, she didn't even think to come and apologize for almost killing you Daryl."

she almost wanted to cry but he put the plates on the night stand and pulled her into his arms, he shushed her softly as one of his hands stroked over the top of her hair.

"in the end it'll happen, maybe not now but someday she'll learn from the mistake just like we do, just like i've learned not to ride horses" he joked hearing a soft sniffle and giggle come from her.

he peppered a kiss on the back of her neck.

"and i've learned to never give her a rifle"

[sabokunsmalia]

ʚ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 (𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃) 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ɞ 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nothing much except for pet names, sweet stuff and gestures 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: between the entirety of smut i've written and have prepared, have something sweet about the monster trio, and be prepare for more!

ʚ monkey d. luffy ɞ

↷ there's no need to deny the fact that food, in any shape or form, is luffy's biggest priority besides becoming the king of the pirates. he needs it, he graves it. not even the smallest dish, or the largest plate stand a chance against his indescribable hunger. so when you joined the straw hats, and sanji called the crew for dinner, they almost lost their minds as the cook placed a plate in front of luffy first, and their captain pushed it a seat further in front of you. his stomach was grumbling wildly and loudly, almost sounding like a bear. yet, luffy decided, you should eat before he inhales the meal. he even shared a couple of spoons with you from his favourite meal, without thinking or asking.

↷ same situation with the one appearance feature that the people remembered perfectly about the raven-haired boy. the straw hat which once belonged to shanks and became a promise between the two of them. no one was allowed to touch it; his crew members were expctations but even they knew better. enemies, who destroyed the smallest straw were defeated quicker than a watcher could believe. but with you, luffy was different. he loved to place the straw hat on your head, pushing it down completely and even asking you to hold onto it closely as he entered a fight. the trust was immense, and the crew watched in surprise the first time it happened.

↷ luffy is such a sucker for physical touch. whenever the crew wasn't trapped in a storm or attacked by the enemies, the calmness settled on the deck. everyone returned to their own activities like zoro's weight lifting or robin's sun bathing while reading another book. for luffy it was clear that he could leave his signature place at the front, and finally enjoy a minute with his love. stretched out arms wrapped around your waist multiple times before you could even realize that he was on the way to you. his body flew after the stretched out limbs, and the captain pulled you along with a laugh. oh, it was scary every single time but it was difficult to be mad at such an addictive laugh and wide smile.

ʚ vinsmoke sanji ɞ

↷ you didn't even need to say a word to him when your moods shifted. the little wrinkles between your eyebrows as you pulled them down so harshly, sanji could tell you were angered. eyes darting up and watching the lights swing from left to right, he could tell you were deeply thinking about an important topic. over the days by your side, the cook learned the exact changes in your facial features to figure out your moods without having to ask. it was a long-term observation with all his attention belonging to you or maybe he just received the right information after staring at your beautiful face with heart eyes all day. both were possible options but sanji would never tell you that secret.

↷ two words, calm mornings. sanji loved cooking and expanding the recipe book he was secretly writing and hiding in the kitchen. so, when he had the chance to add one or two new creations to his list after you revealed your cravings to him, he could not decline that chance. sanji started to get up earlier in the morning, at least an hours, preparing the quick meals for the other crew members, and taking his sweet time to make your favorites. placed on a wooden tray, he carried the plates towards the room that you two shared on a couple of nights, and woke you up with a good, warm breakfast and a sweet smile.

↷ luffy defeated another important enemy? the crew had to run away from the arriving marines or the destruction of another land? well, don't bother to use your legs. before even setting the first step, sanji had you swooped up in his arms and carried you across the pavement bridal style. after a particularly hard fight, when you joined in with the crew and decided to defeat a couple of pirates, and were too exhausted to run the entire way back to the thousand sunny, sanji would allow you to jump on his back. an easy way to touch your body and give him another good reason to keep running, keeping you on his back until the thousand sunny was reached. sanji would rather die than stop.

ʚ roronoa zoro ɞ

↷ zoro had difficulties with touching a woman the right way in the beginning. obviously he was used to clutching the hilts of his swords tightly while engaging in a particularly difficult fight. so the pda with him was very rare. he would stay in the crows nest all day, lifting weights until almost passing out or sitting in a corner, drinking one glass of booze after another. so when the time arrived that you two shared a bed, you prepared to be cold the entire night but zoro's muscular arms wrapped around your body tightly. his naked and scared chest pressed against your back, warming you through the entire night. it was unexpected but at the same time, you were grateful for the slightest touch that you did not receive on deck for days.

↷ if you wanted advice, zoro would always send you to nami or robin, maybe even usopp but never sanji. but as soon as you climbed up to the crows nest, seating on one of the stools and staring him down, zoro knew you had to rant and he did not need to answer. listening was his greatest specialty. he might not be able to provide advice for you but he would state his truthful opinion while lifting another round of weights to receive his desired result. you ranted on and on, sentence after sentence while zoro worked out further. you did not need an answer from him, just the small nod as he informed you that he gathered all the words you spoke, was enough for you to release a calm breath.

↷ once zoro got used to being in a relationship and having the chance to touch a beautiful woman as much as he fought with his swords, the green-haired man used his chances. while being in a conversation, he would subtly place his large paw on one of your butt cheeks, slapping carefully and ever so gently. his rough, calloused fingers would slip into the back pocket of your skinny jeans or shorts, listening to the words of nami, or luffy's wild plans. it became such a signature little thing for the swordsman to show his affection towards you, without giving the enemies a hint at what his greatest weakness was. after all, being a pirate was dangerous, and he wouldn't want to lose you, simply because he could not keep his hands off you.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖕𝖘𝖚𝖘

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Who doesn’t want a Spartan? Also thank you @kit-williams for practically being my mentor. This can also be found in my “ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ” if you would like to be tagged.

TW: Google Translation, Violence?

I woke up with a start, catching the hand that dared to reach for my face. Eyes boring into the person's soul while they tried to yanked their hand away.

Another, different hand caught my offending wrist. Their hand, stronger, bolder, and rougher. Pinning my hand back against the bed while his icy blue eyes; barely hidden by the shadow of his mask, stared down at me.

It left me frozen for a moment, staring into the icy depths of his eyes. A certain devotion in them that left my skin prickling.

He was a towering man with warm olive skin, and dawned in bronze armor with an almost unseeable face glaring down at me. Oh he was definitely a sight to see when waking up.

Jumping into ‘flight or fight,’ I gave a right hook to his helmet with my other hand. A crack echoing out as the soldier stumbled back, surprised while I pulled myself on top of him like a koala, trying to take off his red cloak. The previous person shouted out, and rambled in a language I didn’t understand. Irritating me as I struggled to get this moody man’s damn cloak.

He kept moving in circles. Tipping over things as he tried in every possible way to get me off his back. His hand sometimes wrapped around a limb, but not at a good enough angle to throw me off properly.

Damn it, man built like a goddamn mountain! Just let me take your cloak, and we will be good. Just stay still a little while longer- damn it! Fine!

Reaching up, I grabbed a wooden beam above me, and hung there for a second. Waiting for the soldier to recover.

The man stumbled, his head snapping up to look at me. Eyes absolutely furious. Quickly, I used my legs to wrap around his helmet when he came forward, his hands coming up to my thighs trying to dislodge me.

Putting most of my body weight down on him. I grabbed a hold of his helmet and leaned to the side, going full dead weight on him as we both fell to the stone ground. A loud clunk, and thud going off from our fallen body’s. A grunt coming from the soldier.

Successfully taking the cloak off from him. I didn’t account for his hand pressing into my ribs, a groan leaving my lips. Legs loosening around his helmet as he quickly pulled himself away.

Scrambling to get up on my own feet again, not intending to be pinned down by a chiseled man that I have no doubt that would keep me pinned underneath him. I made haste for the nearest window and jumped out of it.

“Angelus lapsus!” I heard the soldier shout when I jumped from the window. My feet landed harshly onto a wooden roof that broke beneath me at the sudden weight.

Straw surrounded me as my breath left my lungs. My mouth gaping open as I couldn’t breathe, like I forgot how too. My body, trying to curl up on itself to protect the most vital parts of itself.

Slowly shuffling around on the ground. Chuff-like sounds came from me as I struggled to regain my breath. I felt incredibly itchy, dirty even. To be in a bundle of hay, much less a stable of sorts.

Grabbing onto a wooden fence. I pulled myself up on it. My hand beginning to pulse when I slugged that bronze helmet of the soldier. Probably breaking a finger or two by just doing that.

With huff, I looked up at the soldier who looked down at me from the window I jumped from. His shadow only being seen as he quickly moved away from the window.

Using the slight time advantage, I wrapped the cloak in my hands around my shoulders. Hopefully covering me just enough that no one will get suspicious. Especially in the morning.

I wasn’t a fool to know I was in a different timeline. The bronze warrior, the different languages spoken, and the way the houses are made, and decorated are very different from the modern era. Smelled a lot cleaner too.

Flipping up the makeshift hood I’ve made from the cloak. The cloak smelled like it had a musky mint scent that hung to it, and it was a rather clean cloak too. There weren't any tears or stains on it. Was it a brand new cloak? Or was the soldier a clean person?

Stumbling my way out of the stable. I made my way through the streets of this…town? City? In hopes to get out of it quickly. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong in this timeline. Who knows what the people of this time would do if they found out I was not from here?

Another wheeze left my mouth while I cradled my aching hand to my chest. My other hand rested on the corner of a house to stabilize myself.

I could feel that some of my ribs had broken as I touched them lightly with my hand. It’s light pressure on both sides not helping the pain as I felt around for the broken ribs.

I don’t even remember having an event that developed into broken ribs. All I remember is taking a well needed rest, and now I’m here? That didn’t make any sense, why would I end up here in all of the places? In all of the worlds? In all of the timelines?

“Angelus lapsus!” The same soldier yelled, his voice sounded deeper, demanding up close. A spear lodging into the stone in front of me. My nerves jumped at the sound of it being thrown.

Looking back to where the man stood on top of a stone staircase. I gave him my own glare while I straightened up to look at him. His eyes not backing down from mine when I put my hand on the wood of his lodged spear.

Taking the spear from the stone. I gathered enough strength to throw it backup to him. His body moving swiftly sideways, catching the damn spear with ease. His stoic eyes never left mine as I realized this man had a lot of experience.

A spike of unease shot through my nerves. This wasn’t a man I could just kill. He was a man that I had to fight, or lose to, and neither of those options seemed worth it right now.

“Angelus lapsus. Veni huc.” The bronze man spoke again. His form suddenly felt unimaginable to stand 15 feet from. He was much taller than a few moments ago.

Taking a step back when he took one forward. His shadow nearly engulfed my own figure. We both watched each other carefully. Unsure what the other would do.

Would they dash for it? Rush me? Throw me into a wall? Pin me down? Throw their spear again? Just what exactly will the other one do?

His next step chose the decision for me as I turned back around to run away from the soldier, making a dash for it. No way in hell was I gonna try to tackle a man built like a mountain. The dude was at least 7 feet tall! I thought Spartans were 5 '9 on average?

The bronze man shouted out again in his language, that I still have yet to understand what the hell he is saying to me.

What type of language is he speaking to me? It wasn’t Greek. It was more of an ancient language, perhaps Latin? Was I in an Ancient Greek timeline?

I mean, that part could have been more obvious of how the soldier looked. He had the bronze armor of the Spartans and the red cloak they chose as their banner color.

Turning down a tight alleyway I could hear woven baskets falling over that the Spartan tripped over, a growl coming out of his mouth. Urging me to be just a little bit faster than I was despite having some broken ribs that make it painful to run, even twist.

Turning down another alleyway in hopes to avoid his sights. I ended up in a dreadful dead end. A very tall shadow slowly casting over my smaller form.

“Angelus lapsus.” The man’s monotone voice came out again, sending a shiver up my spine when I turned back to look at him. There was something about him that made him feel off. Something I can’t place.

Jumping back, a yelp came from my mouth as he threw his spear into the wall next to me again. Its point very well longed into the wall this time as I looked between him, and the spear before using it to my advantage.

Jumping onto the spear and climbing on top of the dead end wall, nearly tipping over to the other side. A curse of his language came off his tongue from behind me.

Using the wall a bit longer to hopefully get farther away from the Spartan. I slid off the wall when I thought it was safe before zigzagging my way through the ancient city that used to be in shambles. Getting lost a couple of times myself with all the corners I’ve turned.

Pausing to take a look around my surroundings. I wanted to find the best way to run away from this Spartan that seemed to make it his personal mission to collect me. To possibly bring me back where I woke up from.

However, not seeing anything in sight, not even a dock, my only available option was to find a way out of this city and make my way through the surrounding area. From what I assume would be a forest.

Making my way through the quiet night of the city I felt like I could feel an infinite set of eyes on my back since the Spartan had pursued me. My shoulders, heavy with anxiety.

Oh, how am I gonna find my way back to my own timeline in a primitive place like this? There was nothing here for me to figure out on how to get back. Was there even a way to get back?

I sighed and shook my head, slowly going through the city more with at least something to keep me going, and that’s to keep away from the Spartan.

The Spartan, who is only a couple roads down. His eyes staring down my form before slowly pursuing once more.

“Angelus lapsus, ego te capiam.”

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡��𝕖𝕣: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐬 II

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Anachronism, Chapter One: “Wake Up”

Summary: A woman wakes up kidnapped, bound, and without her glasses in an unfamiliar place. She’s also has her memories wiped, and even though some things sound familiar, it physically hurts when she tries to remember anything. This is the worse day of her life. (So far! :D)

Contains: OC protagonist with amnesia, platonic oc x canon relationships for a good while, kidnapping, possible human trafficking, Chung Myung busting heads (shocker)

No matter how hard she tries, the woman absolutely cannot wake up. So far, she can't tell if she's been asleep for hours, days, or weeks. All she knows is that, after all of this time, it seems like it's nearly impossible to wake up. All she currently feels is her body floating in an endless void, and everytime she attempts to open her eyes she's greeted by the same dark emptiness. She closes and opens her eyes one more time, and is still met with disappointment.

Why am I struggling so much with waking up? She thinks, and shortly after that she starts to feel like she's free falling. Suddenly, her whole body jerks in response to the falling sensation and her eyes fly open. She gasps, but relaxes when she notices she wasn't actually falling. That was the most intense hypnic jerk I've ever felt! She thinks, and is immediately caught off guard by the light assaulting her eyes.

The void had quickly faded away, but the sunshine beaming on her causes a great deal of pain. All she can do is rapidly blink her eyes until they adjust. After a while, the searing pain fades away and she can finally take in her new surroundings.

When she examines the world around her, she notices that everything is blurry. This No matter how hard she tries, the woman cannot wake up. So far, she can't tell if she's been asleep for hours, days, or weeks. All she knows is that, after all of this time, it seems like it's nearly impossible to wake up. All she currently feels is her body floating in an endless void, and everytime she attempts to wake up she's greeted by the same dark emptiness. She closes and opens her eyes one more time, and is still disappointed.

Why am I struggling so much with waking up? She thinks, and shortly after that she starts to feel like she's free falling. Suddenly, her whole body jerks in response to the shocking sensation and her eyes fly open. She gasps, but calms down when she notices she wasn't actually falling. That was the most intense hypnic jerk I've ever felt! She thinks, and is immediately caught off guard by the light assaulting her eyes.

The void fades away, but the sunshine beaming on her causes a great deal of pain. All she can do is rapidly blink her eyes until they adjust. After a while, the searing pain fades away and she can finally take in her new surroundings. Unfortunately, everything is extremely blurry.

This is fine, she thinks, I just need to put my glasses on… When she tries to feel around for them, she notices that her hands are bound behind her back with a rope. There's a cloth tied around her head to stop her from talking, but on the brightside, her legs are free. Why would you leave the legs alone? Whoever tied me up did a shitty job, she thinks while trying to not panic and continues analyzing the situation.

She turns her head and notices she's been sleeping on a raggedy wooden cart with some straw under her. She can hear hooves clopping on dirt and sees that the tree line above her is moving. After turning her head to get a slightly better view of the front, she notices a man in the front seat.

She assumes he kidnapped her, and her heart begins to pound when the gravity of the situation seeps in. This man kidnapped her, she doesn't know where she is, she's literally half-blind without her glasses, and they're headed to who-knows-where. She has no idea what he might do to her. Is he going to sell her to human traffickers? Murder her? Cook and eat her?

She doesn't want to stick around and find out, so she'll have to act soon. He looks like he's taller and beefier than her. If she runs and he pursues her, there'd be a high chance that she'd get caught again. But running is better than just sitting there and doing nothing, so she decides to try to escape.

The woman raises her pudgy legs in the air and swings them back down so she can use the force to sit up. After doing that a few times, she's finally successfully sitting up right. Then, she slowly tucks her knees under her and carefully stands up. The cart's movements are unpredictable and rocky, so she has to concentrate on keeping her legs stable. Now it's time for the hard part: jumping off of the moving cart.

Jumping off without injuring herself is going to be impossible, but it'll be worth it. It's either that or stay kidnapped. She just needs the courage to jump off. Do it, pussy. It's now or never. Do it! Do it! Do it! She tells herself, but she keeps standing there. Her heart feels like it's going to pop out of her chest as she tries to perceive the depth between the cart and the ground. She can't tell how high the cart is, and the blurry vision makes this situation even more terrifying.

Fuck it, parkour! She screams internally and finally takes her leap of faith. When her body hits the ground, she rolls a couple of times, and thankfully doesn't break anything. When she stops, she attempts to get back on her knees like earlier. When she manages to stand up, she hears a man yell,” Get back here, little girl!”

Little girl!? Who does he think he is! I'm grown and he has the gall to call me that? ‘Little girl’ my ass- she thinks, but snaps out of her thoughts. Right now really isn't the time for that. She needs to start moving before she gets kidnapped a second time.

She starts sprinting as fast as her short legs can, and she thinks her escape plan is going well so far. When she peeks behind herself, she notices the man has started pursuing her. She tries to give herself some form of reassurance by remembering she got an earlier start, but it doesn't help much. She just needs to focus on running as fast as she can.

I need to keep moving, and when I lose him, I'll- “Hey, watch where you're going!” Her thoughts are interrupted by someone screaming in front of her. The woman was too focused on the man behind her to notice she was rapidly approaching someone else. She tries to avoid him, but ends up tripping instead. As her body is being flung forward, the guy flawlessly dodges her before she can fall onto him. She hits the hard ground face-first, and after all of this she's decided that this is the worst day of her life.

“Damn, that looks like it hurt! Did you learn your lesson?” The guy she almost crashed into starts asking her, but there's no way in hell she's sticking around to answer him. She rolls over and gets on her knees for the third time today, but before she can get on her feet she hears her captor scream at her again. When she looks back, she notices that the distance between them is rapidly closing. He's too quick, and there's no way she'll be able to escape now. Her eyes widen as the panic sets in, and her gaze turns towards the man she almost ran over.

The dark-haired man traces where her eyes were, and suddenly darts towards her kidnapper. She doesn't care about that right now, and just wants to escape to safety. All she needs to do is get back on her feet, start running, and then-

BAM! BAM! BAM! All she can hear is the distinct sound of fists mercilessly pummeling someone. The woman turns around and squints her eyes to get a better look, and the villain is getting his ass handed to him. Not even five seconds later, the fight was over and the smaller man reigned victorious.

She's stunned while she watches him calmly walk back to her. He doesn't seem that big, but he still managed to knock out that guy. Saying she's impressed would be an understatement. “Come here,” the victor says when he approaches her, and she scoots back. Her nerves are still high after the anxiety-inducing events she just experienced. He scoffs and continues,”I'm just trying to help you.”

Her intuition tells her he's not going to do anything, and, considering what just happened, he doesn't seem like the type to hurt random people for no reason. She turns around and lets him untie the ropes. After untying them, he undoes the cloth that the captor had stuck in her mouth. She can finally speak! “T-Thank you,” she mutters out, and her voice is a little hoarse. She's thirsty, her body is sore from laying on hard wood for so long, and her wrists have marks leftover from her bindings. The woman has no idea how long she was unconscious, but based on the evidence, it must've been a really long time.

It's a good thing she almost crashed into this random guy. He saved her life, so she feels like just thanking him isn't enough to show her gratitude. “How can I repay you?” She asks while rubbing and staring at her wrists. “Preferably with money or food,” he replies bluntly. A tiny snort comes from her, and she decides that she likes him and how forward he is. People like him are easy to talk to.

She gets up with ease thanks to being able to finally use her hands, and searches herself for anything she could repay him with. The woman doesn't find anything valuable on her person, but when she looks over at her captor, she gets a genius idea. She makes her way over to the presumably unconscious man. The piece of shit hasn't moved or made a sound, so she assumes it's safe to approach him. The woman picks up a stick and pokes him a few times to make sure he's still out, and thankfully he is.

She searches his pockets and finds a half-full coin purse on him and takes it with zero remorse. What's he gonna do? Steal it back? He's out cold! She wastes no time getting back to the dark-haired man. “Please don't judge me,” she comments.

He shrugs and doesn't seem bothered by her actions. “I don't care. He probably deserved it, anyway,” he replies nonchalantly. “I hope this is enough,” she says while giving him a handful of coins. She can't exactly tell if she's giving him too much or too little. She guesses it was an okay amount, because right after receiving the payment he says,”Thank you!” and turns around. He has a pep in his step when he walks off thanks to the money he just recieved, but the woman he just saved still needs him.

“W-Wait!” She blurts out, and he stops and looks back at her. “I don't know where I am…” “You're on the outskirts of Shaanxi.” “Shaanxi?” She asks. It sounds familiar to her, but she can't put her finger on where she's heard it before. No matter how hard the woman tries to remember, her mind keeps drawing blanks. She starts getting a small headache while trying to remember, so she rubs her temples in an attempt to ease some of the pain.

The young man in front of her notices this, and after an awkward pause he continues,”You really don't know where you are, do you?” “Nope, no idea,” she states while brushing the dirt off of her. She hopes she'll get to take a shower soon. He points at the cart she was previously in,”It looks like you guys were entering the area before you ran off.”

Her light-colored eyes try to look at the cart in the distance, but it just looks like a blurry brown blob to her. She isn't even sure why she tried looking. Maybe it's because I'm so used to having glasses? she guesses. “Were you entering Shaanxi, too?” She asks while attempting to keep eye contact despite her half-blindness. His eyes look like two fluffy dots to her.

“Yeah, I was on my way to Mount Hua before you almost ran into me. Speaking of which, I'm going to start going now,” he says and begins walking off again. “Wait!” She exclaims and follows him. She tries her best to keep up with him, but it's a struggle. He's in a hurry to get to this place, and doesn't plan on slowing down anytime soon.

“What is it now!?” He asks and snaps his head towards her. “Can I follow you for a little bit? At least until we reach a town or something. I need to figure out what I'm doing and where I'm going,” she pleads. “I guess, as long as you don't cause any trouble or slow me down,” he answers, and this lifts the woman's spirits ten fold.

“I won’t, I promise! Thank you so much!” She beams at him, but pauses before they pass the wagon. She runs up to it, notices a sack that was sitting in the passenger seat, and grabs it. The owner tried to kidnap her, so she feels no remorse after looting his pockets and his wagon. Before returning, she looks back at the criminal and considers kicking him in the face, but decides not to. She doesn't want to keep her friend waiting.

She sprints as quickly as she can to catch up to him and announces,”I found more stuff.” “You robbed him again?” “Yeah, I thought about kicking him, too,” after she drops that bit of information he shrugs and keeps walking. The woman starts shuffling through the raggedy bag in hopes that she'll find something useful. It looks like all of that running was worth it, because after digging around she finds some clothes. She digs deeper, and in the bottom there's a few coins and a pair of glasses. Things are really starting to look up, she thinks before she pulls them out.

She puts them on and is filled with disappointment when she realizes the lenses are broken. Her vision is mostly corrected, but the cracks get in the way. “Shit, it's better than nothing, I guess,” she mutters and looks beside her so she can finally get a glimpse of her hero.

She assumed he'd be her age after he managed to take down a guy twice his size, but he looks younger than her. His overall appearance is disheveled, his black hair needs to be washed and brushed, and his eyes are a lovely shade of pink. It's her favorite color.

“You're staring,” he points out, and she panics. Her eyes dart down towards the dirt and her cheeks burn in embarrassment as she apologizes,”Sorry, I couldn't really see you until, like, five seconds ago.” “That explains the lack of eye contact we've had until just now,” he comments, and she forces herself to regain eye contact with him despite her nerves. “What's your name, anyway?” He asks, and such a simple question catches her off guard. My name… Wait what is my name? She asks herself before a sharp, stabbing pain echoes throughout her head as she desperately tries to remember.

She rubs her temples and cringes while she tries to remember despite the extreme discomfort. The harder she tries, the more it excruciating it gets. “You good?” His question helps bring her back to reality. She tries to relax her face and keep a calm front despite her current circumstances. “I'm gonna be honest, I don't know,” she admits while trying to stay calm.

“You don't know your own name!?” He exclaims and she sighs to relieve the stress-induced tightness in her chest. “Well, it's more like I don't remember my own name, and everytime I try I get a headache,” she tries to explain. “Well, that's a serious issue. Did he knock you on the head or something?” “I guess. That's the only logical explanation for all of the amnesia and headaches,” she adds.

“I need to call you something…” His sentence trails off and a finger raises to his chin as he brainstorms. Heh, just call me ‘something’... I shouldn't say that out loud. Now isn’t a good time for joking, she thinks and has to stop herself from smirking before asking,“What's your name?” “Chung Myung,” he answers, and goes back to thinking about what to name this random woman he stumbled across.

To her, his name feels familiar like Mount Hua and Shaanxi, but can't put her finger on why. She decides to ignore it and doesn't push herself to remember, because she doesn't want to suffer anymore. As they're making their way down the dirt path, she looks up at the branches that shade their path. Despite the cracks in her glasses, she tries to admire the scenery. Their bright green branches decorate a clear sky, and the weather isn't too warm or too cold. It must be spring.

She looks back at Chung Myung, and sees that he's still in deep thought. “Anything is fine, y'know. I don't mind as long as it's appropriate and not insulting like ‘loser’ or ‘bitch’…” “Yeah, I've got nothing,” he comments and looks down at the noticeably shorter woman. He's not exactly tall, either, but the top of her head only reaches his mouth. “Heh, shorty,” he cackles and she looks offended. “Do not call me that!” “What? You said anything is fine as long as it's not inappropriate or insulting like ‘loser ’ or ‘bitch’,” he retorts. She huffs and before she can snap back, she's interrupted by her stomach growling.

She feels like it was embarrassingly loud and wants to ignore it, but he points out,”Are you hungry? Because you sound like it.” “Yeah, I don't remember the last time I ate…” “Shocker.” “I know,” she sighs and tries to ignore the emptiness and hunger cramps. “If my memory serves me right, there's a small town up ahead. We can get food there,” he mentions and picks up his pace. “Hurry, I’m hungry, too,” he adds and she tries her best to keep up with him.

Her gut says it’s okay to keep following him, so she does. It’s not like she has any other options, anyway. It’s either follow the man who just rescued her or get lost while trying to find her way in this unfamiliar world. She chooses to put her trust him and keeps walking to their next destination.

[cringemesstickles]

Sleeping On The Job

(TickleTober Day 9: Wake Up!)

Summary: Dean is sleeping while Sam does all the research.

Word Count: 1187

A/N: I wrote this while on call with some friends and it’s kinda messy… I’m also not used to doing lee!Dean, but I’m trying to get more used to it :D

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Sam’s eyes were already threatening to close as they tried to stay focused on the words.

It had only been a few hours into their research session and the younger Winchester already felt like beating himself over the head just to get a few seconds of rest. If they could just figure out WHAT they were hunting, they could track it down, kill it, and be on their merry way. He just had to stay awake…

Despite his weariness, the youngest Winchester forced himself to stay conscious, flipping page after page like he had no other choice. Then, he saw it. Or rather he read it…

His eyes lit up with relief. He slammed his hands on the table and propped himself up, all sleepiness leaving his body as the words sunk in. He was eager to tell his older brother, who had been researching in an armchair on the other side of the room.

“Hey, get this! So, the campers heard their friends call-” He paused when he heard a snore on the other side of the room.

“Dean?” He called, but he didn’t receive an answer.

His gaze wandered from the table to the small living area. Sure enough, Dean was comfortably reclined, his head tipped back against the chair as he snored.

The younger Winchester’s expression instantly morphed into a scowl.

Typical… of course Dean was sleeping instead of ACTUALLY helping for once.

“Dean.” Sam grumbled, only to receive no response.

Dean was out cold, his jaw slack and mouth wide open. The sight boiled Sam’s blood a bit. His brother was over there napping while he broke his back searching for answers to their mystery.

His eye twitched and he tried again. “Dean!”

But Dean just continued to snore, unbothered by his brother’s calls.

That was the final straw.

Sam got out of his chair, the legs screeching against the wooden floors, though that didn’t seem to disturb Dean’s rest either.

If his brother wanted to be a lazy pain, then Sam would just have to teach him a lesson. He casually pattered over, not bothering to tiptoe since the hunter didn’t seem to be waking any time soon.

When he reached the elder’s destination, he took one last look at the sleepy expression before making his move…

“WAKE UP!!” He shouted as he dug his fingers into the older man’s ribcage, wiggling between the bones and showing no mercy.

If nothing else woke him, the tickling sure did. The shorter hunter shot up and flailed like a fish out of water, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as his sleep was rudely interrupted.

“SAMMY?! W-WHAT THE HEHEHELL?!”

Dean barked, arching his back and shoving at his brother’s hands. The reaction was more than satisfying to Sam.

“Seriously? Thought you could just sleep through the research and leave it all to me?” Sam huffed.

The tickling was relentless and sudden, giving the older Winchester no time to adjust to the sensations. He was barely awake and he was already screeching like a banshee… Sam could’ve at least had the decency to start with a less ticklish spot. His little brother could be such an ass… unlike him, who napped and let the younger do all the boring work.

“DAMMIT, SAMMY! STOHOHOP!!”

The younger brother let out a snort, enjoying having the upper hand. He should sneak attack his brother more often…

scribbling up to Dean’s armpits and scratching at the hollows. The change in spots tore a frantic shriek from the older man’s throat.

“Are you kidding?! I have so much revenge I need to catch up on!” Sam grinned, scribbling up to Dean’s armpits and drilling his thumbs into the sensitive hollows. The change in spots tore a frantic shriek from the older man’s throat.

It took almost as much effort to look annoyed as it did to stay awake.

How was he supposed to stay irritated when his big brother’s wailing laughter was echoing off the walls like that?

“You deserve every second of this, jerk!” He exclaimed, no longer able to keep the grin off his face. Sure, he was still pretty ticked, but he definitely felt some relief flowing through him as his fingers scurried up and down Dean’s sides, over his stomach, and up to his armpits again.

But then Sam decided he wanted to hear his brother REALLY scream… he deserved it after all.

The elder could feel the taller’s nimble fingers scampering down his flanks and hovering threateningly in one spot… just above his hips.

Dean’s eyes widened and his flushed cheeks went pale.

“S-Sammy, you wouldn’t…” He muttered, a shiver shooting down his spine as his eyes latched onto his hips as if watching them would keep them safe.

There was almost a pleading look in his gaze…

Sam gave a cheeky grin. He would almost look sweet and innocent if he weren’t threatening Dean’s most ticklish spot.

“Oh…” He smirked, raising his hands and raising them so they floated right above the bones.

“I would.”

With that, he latched onto his brother’s hips, drilling into the divots and shooting electric sparks through his body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t flinch at the frantic yell, followed by loud, boisterous cackles.

“SAMMY, YOU SONOVA BIHIHITCH!!!” Dean bucked his hips and kicked his legs, shoving at his brother’s hands and doing whatever he could to save his horribly ticklish hips from the torment.

Sam snorted, continuing the playful torture. “You shouldn’t really be name-calling in this position…”

“SUCK A- OH MY GOD, STOHOHOP!!!”

As the vengeful attack went on, Sam felt a sense of justice… he also felt far less annoyed.

Eventually, Dean was wheezing and gasping for breath, so Sam decided to have mercy. He pulled his hands away and gave a smug smirk, crossing his arms and sitting on the couch.

“I don’t wanna hear you bitching about my little naptime after that whole debacle…” The elder grumbled, wiping a hand over his face.

The younger hunter simply rolled his eyes and leaned into the couch.

“Whatever… can you just try to help out a little more? It kinda feels like I do all the work sometimes…”

Sam’s admission made Dean feel defensive, but he could tell his brother was serious… was he really that bad? He couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

He gave a reassuring smile. “Yeah… sure, Sammy.”

“Wait- really?” Sam asked, shocked. He expected Dean to fight back more…

Dean nodded, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah… I guess I was being a bit of a jerk. But that doesn’t mean you’re not a little bitch for tickling the crap outta me.” He smirked.

The younger hunter blinked before accepting the situation. His brother was ACTUALLY taking responsibility for once.

“Well, anyway… I found out what we’re up against.” He said with a proud expression, sitting up straighter as he prepared to share his findings.

Dean raised a brow before leaning back, giving Sam the floor. “Alright… shoot away, Sammy.”

With a confident grin, Sam leaned forward…

“So get this…”

[synoname-wordsmith]

Ice cold lips and burning touch: opla Sanji x gn!reader

A/n: I was definitely projecting with this one

Warning: making out, talking about sex, drowning, scars, body image issues, panic attack... let me know if I missed any

it was a milder than normal day as you and Luffy wasted time on the deck. it had been a while since the ship had docked, and you both were feeling a little stir crazy. you tried to occupy yourself, but the card game you started was quickly abandoned for classic Luffy antics and lighthearted competitions.

"i bet," Luffy shouted from the crow stand above, "i can jump from here to the Jolly Rodger, swing around and land right beside the tangerine trees"

"You are crazy!" you responded with a laugh "get down before i have to put you in a full body cast" Luffy just shook his head and you watched as he backed up until his back met with the edge of the look-out. He then took off running despite your protests. you watched as he leaped over the railing and stretched his arms towards the flag pole. He grasped on, but as he swung around, you heard a sickening snap, and your blood ran cold. the pole broke off, and Luffy was launched overboard.

you screamed his name and ran to the back of the boat. your body moved before you could think, and you launched yourself in after him.

the water engulfed you in a moment, and the icy temperature was a shock to your system. you focused and swam to the surface sucking in a quick breath while scanning the surface of the water. seeing only the straw hat bobbing with the waves you moved as fast as you could manage. your lungs already burned, and every muscle in your body screamed in protest as you grabbed the hat and dived back below. it was pitch black, you couldn't see anything around you. you focused your energy on both your hands, moved them into a prayer position, and, as you pulled them apart, watched as light beamed out of your left palm. using it like a lantern, you looked around for any sign of Luffy. you spotted him below and dived farther from the surface.

you reached Luffy, wrapped your arms around his waist, and kicked your legs hard against the water, making the journey back up. your legs felt like fire as you broke the surface again and fought to keep both you and Luffy above the water. you focused your energy again, begging that you weren't too tired to conjure a little more magic. you shifted Luffy to your left side and began moving your now free right hand in a circular motion. the water around you began to spin in time with your movements, and after a moment, you pulled your hand up and towards the ship. The water moved as if obeying your command, and you felt yourself being lifted into the air and then launched forward. you and Luffy flew up and towards the boat, both landing hard against the wooden deck. the momentum caused you to let go of him as you rolled along the floor and stopped once you collided with a barrel.

you slowly tried to move from your back to your hands and knees. you gasped for the air that was knocked out of you, willing your vision to stop spinning. you made your way to your feet and clumsily stumbled to where Luffy was still lying on the ground. falling to your knees again, you felt strong arms wrap around you and support you, Sanji, you assumed.

"move" you croaked out to Nami, who was attempting CPR on your captain. she did and you leaned in closer to him. placing your hand on his chest, you closed your eyes and tried to sense the water in his lungs. once found you repeated the motion from before and watched as water was pulled from Luffy's parted lips. He began to sputter and cough as you felt your entire body relax. after catching his breath, Luffy sat up and launched himself towards you.

"That was amazing! you are the best sorcerer on the sea!" his arms wrapped around your shoulders and held you in a crushing hug. you laughed, letting the relief rush through your body.

"i doubt that kid, but i'm glad i was competent enough not to let you die"

"More than competent!" he declared with a smile as he made his way to his feet. you mimicked his action and stood up also.

once on your feet, you acknowledged Sanji, feeling an arm snake around you again. you leaned into his side as he kissed the top of your head.

"Are you feeling okay, love?" You mumbled a response, burrowing your body deeper into his side. you turned to look at your captain again, and this time, Usopp spoke.

"Luffy your lips are turning blue, both of you actually, you guys look icicles" you hadn't realized how cold you were until that moment but once aware of it, you couldn't ignore the chill in your body. Sanji looked down at you again, wrapping his other arm around you.

"You need a hot bath love, come i'll get it started." You felt panic crawl up your throat as you responded too quickly.

"No!" You adjusted your tone and pulled away. "No, I'm capable of doing it, plus Luffy probably worked up an appetite, you should assist him," you laughed nervously. Sanji gave you a look but didn't have time to respond because Luffy was on him in a second demanding a feast fit for a king. you were grateful the focus had shifted and turned to walk towards the bathroom. you didn't make it far when everything started spinning, and you felt yourself stumble off balance. Sanji again grabbed you and pulled you into him.

"You pushed yourself too hard dear, let me help you." panic started surfacing again, but before you could conjure a valid excuse, Nami interjected.

"i'll help her, Sanji, dont worry. go make Luffy something so he shuts up." Sanji looked apprehensive, but let Nami take you by the waist and help you towards the bath. himself being pulled towards the kitchen by a shouting Luffy.

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the door of the bathroom closed, and Nami set you down on a chair. you felt your body sink into it as you closed your eyes again. you would never admit how much energy it really took to focus and control the magic that flowed through you, especially if the energy source was your own chakras. usually, you could sustain it longer from pulling energy from sources around you, the more organic the more effective, but you managed what you could in this instance.

you inhaled the scent of herbs and oils as steam fogged the room.

"Ready when you are," Nami spoke, and you opened your eyes. you got up and undressed, subconsciously moving your gaze away from the mirror in the corner. you slipped under the hot water and audibly sighed.

"Do you want help with your hair, or can you manage?" You assured her you could, but instead of leaving, she sat in the seat you just occupied. "i have a feeling Sanji would have my head if i didn't stay and make sure you don't drown." You laughed and started working shampoo through your knotted hair. moving quickly to the conditioner when Nami spoke again.

"Speaking of Sanji, why isn't he in here with you instead of me?" You froze for a moment, then sighed, moving your hands from your hair to wrap around your knees, now pulled into your chest.

"He hasn't seen me naked yet." You looked down at your hands in the water. Nami cocked an eyebrow.

"So you haven't told him about the scars... at all?" You didn't answer. "i thought you were getting past hating them." You looked up and turned to her.

"it's not that i hate them, its just if he sees them, hes gonna want to talk about them and i don't want to relive the memories, all the horrible things i did" Nami sighed this time and came to kneel beside you.

"i know you know this, and i know i've said it before, but nothing you did was in your control. and the scars dont take away from your beauty. and i strongly believe Sanji will hold the same opinion." You half smiled, knowing she was probably right. Sanji adored you, and your relationship was stronger than a few reminders of haunting memories. "Also, how has he not seen you naked? don't you guys go at it like rabbits?" You genuinely laughed at that.

"Up until now, it's just been rendezvous in storage closets and empty rooms. we haven't had proper in a bed sex yet. felt too intimate for friends with benefits. " Nami hummed a response, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics as you finished up in the bath.

***

you had resolved yourself to talk with Sanji, but ultimately lost your nerve and found yourself in your room after supper, occupying your time with a book. the sun had set beyond the horizon when there was a knock at your door.

"Come in." The door opened, and Sanji entered.

"How are you feeling, love?"

"better, the hot bath and food helped." Sanji moved to sit against the backboard of your bed.

"Good," he gestured to him. you obliged and sat beside him, leaning into his side. "You gave us all quite the scare today." You took his hand and intertwined your fingers.

"By us, do you mean you?" you asked with a smirk, kissing his shoulder.

"Maybe," he kissed the top of your head, then connected his lips to yours. the kiss was soft and sweet, and you turned your body towards him. he deepened the kiss and became hungrier as his arms grabbed under your ass and pulled you onto his lap. now, straddling him, you kissed from his lips to his jaw and down his neck. licking and sucking your way down the exposed skin of his partially unbuttoned shirt. you moved back up, and he grabbed your face with both his hands when your lips met again. moving your hands to his hair, you allowed his tongue access when he ran it along your bottom lip. as your tongues fought for dominance, Sanji moved his hands down to your hips, slipping his hands under your robe to squeeze at the skin. he made a move to untie the robe, and you froze without thinking your hand shot down to stop his movements.

"baby its okay." he kissed you again and tried to move his hand to the knot again. You again stopped him. he pulled away from you. "Hey, is everything okay?" he moved his hands to your shoulders. you looked away, embarrassed, but he guided your face back to his with a hand. "we only have to go as far as you are comfortable hun'." he stroked your cheekbone with his thumb. you closed your eyes and tried to swallow your embarrassment.

"im sorry" you whispered, turning to kiss his hand.

"Nothing to apologize for. i'm just trying to understand." You leaned forward and burrowed your face in the nape of his neck. he smelled like sage and cigarettes. "Are you self-conscious? i noticed your reaction back on the deck. Are you afraid i will judge you?" You shook your head and dug your face deeper in, as if if you could dig deep enough you could hide from the embarrassment. he wrapped his arms around you. "Then what, dear?"

"i dont really want to talk about it"

"Love, we gotta talk about it." You didn't respond. he sighed and started rubbing a hand up and down your back "you are the most amazing, beautiful, kind person i know and nothing you are about to say will change that, love" something in you snapped in that moment, his kind words felt false. a compliment you couldn't accept, not with the history you had. you scoffed and untangled yourself from him, getting off the bed and standing in the middle of the room. "i dont understand how you dont see it too. Everyone on this crew adores you"

you felt a hot anger bubble in you, anger at how genuine he was, at how you couldn't accept the sweet words and anger that you felt this way at all. that you couldn't be logical and get past the disdain for the scars. the constant reminder of your past.

"You want to know!" You snapped, your voice harsh and cold. you untied the robe and let it fall to the floor now standing in just your underwear. for the first time, you had revealed yourself to Sanji, all of you, including the scars littered across your skin. from your ankles to your collarbones, your body was covered with scars, some deeper and larger than others. the most concentrated across your back. "You see this? you see how ugly this is?" Your voice rose as you gestured to yourself."Every single one of these scars i got by threatening, stealing from, and killing innocent people. i've ruined lives, Sanji, i've destroyed families. " You stopped shouting, and a deep grief washed over you. tightening your throat and flooding your eyes with tears. "when i look in the mirror, all i see is them, their terrified faces" you turned to the mirror in the corner to emphasize your point and the tears almost immediately began to fall down your face.

you could see Sanji's reflection, he didnt say anything, and he didn't move a muscle. the expression on his face was hard to read through your tears, but you assumed it was disgust. you couldn't think of anything else it could be. you began to cry harder until sobs racked your body, and your face fell into your hands. that's when Sanji finally moved.

he got up quickly and moved in front of you, wrapping his arms around your shaking figure. you knees buckled, and Sanji gently guided you to the floor. he pulled you into his lap and held you in a strong grip and let you sob into his shirt. he held you while your shallow, panicked breathing slowed, and you became quiet. you held your face against Sanji's shoulder and made no effort to move for what felt like an eternity. if you looked up, you would have to face reality, face whatever disgust Sanji held for you.

he guided your face up with his fingers, and you adverted your eyes. Sanji adjusted himself to sit behind you. you both faced the mirror now, you sitting in front of Sanji, who had his legs on either side of yours and rested his hands on your shoulders.

"Look at me, love." Your eyes found his face through the reflection, and he was looking right at you. "When i look at you, all i see is a survivor. i see a strong, smart person who did what they had to do to survive." he leaned down and kissed a scar on your left shoulder. "Who was stolen from their home and put in an impossible position." he kissed another scar. "someone who was taken advantage of by bad people and who ultimately fought for their own freedom" kiss. "someone who is beautiful not despite the scars, but because the scars tell your story. and that story is not of a murderer, but of a survivor"

the tears started streaming down your face again, and you tried to cover it with your hands, but Sanji stopped you. He turned you to face him and took your hands in both of his, kissing small scars on your palms, then took your face in his hands, wiping tears as they fell. "i understand why you feel the way you do, and i understand it will take time for you to see yourself the way i do, but i will work everyday for the rest of my life if i have to, to prove to you that you are worthy and beautiful and so deserving of good things" you let out a shaky laugh of disbelief and wrapped your arms around Sanji's neck. you couldn't believe you met someone as wonderful as him in such a cruel world, but as you sat there with his strong arms holding you and him whispering sweet nothings to you, you started believe his words. for the first time, you believed you might be worthy of something more