#look i got disney+ and i barely use it i need to make use of it

[redhead1180]

Sunshine

Pairing - dark!Rafe x pogue fem!reader

Summary - Reader has a crush on JJ, but JJ is dating Kie. Rafe decides he wants reader to get over JJ, no matter her say in the matter.

Words - 3k

Warnings MDNI - NON CON, DUB CON, drugging with E, slapping, physical fight (m vs f), dry humping, alcohol use, drug use, rough sex (p in v), degradation, blackmail, very dark Rafe.

A/N: This is my darkest piece I have ever wrote and of course it's for Rafe. He is mean SOB in this, so if that triggers you, please don't read. Thank you to @haven247 for the beta read. I am nervous about writing this dark, but hope you like it. PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS!

Being at a kook party was not your idea of fun, but they had free booze and it was better than a keggar. After the last week you’ve had, you have every intention of getting plastered and trying to forget your crush and best friend was dating someone else.

JJ your best friend since you were 4 and crush since you were 14, was officially dating Kie. And it hurt, a lot. You knew it was coming, saw the writing on the wall, but held out hope it wouldn’t. The only person who knew about the crush, that you knew of, was John B. He was your brother from another mother, and knew you inside and out. You three had been friends so long, you don’t remember a time when they weren’t there. John B has given you hug and told you he was sorry the day you saw them kissing through the Chateau window. He informed you they were dating and you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. Avoiding them this past week, but couldn’t get around it for this party.

You had watched them dance, laugh, and make out, and were completely ready to vomit. Or wait, was they alcohol? I was in my 3rd concoction of the night and was not feeling much of anything. Well physically anyway.

Anyway, you were in the kitchen getting another drink, when you heard the last voice, you wanted to here.

“Well, well if it isn’t Miss Sunshine” Rafe Cameron sneered as he walked into the kitchen.

“Fuck off, Cameron” I told him, trying not to say more and start something.

“Anyone ever told you have a venomous mouth, Sunshine” he laughed.

“Only to you, Cameron. Everyone else thinks I am adorable and sweet” my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I bet you taste sweet” he chuckled. I turned around and caught him looking me up and down. He showed no shame for being caught. “What’s got you drowning in booze tonight? Wouldn’t have anything to do with Maybank and Carrera doing the horizontal mambo, would it?”

“You’re such an asshole, Cameron” You go to walk past him and he grabs your upper arm and pulls close to him.

“Most girls that talk to me the way you do get punished” he leered, inches from my face.

So, side note, when I drink, I think I am ten feet tall and bulletproof. And tonight was no exception.

“Let go of me you fucking psycho!” I hissed at him, pulling my arm. Unfortunately, he was so much stronger than me, my arm barely moved in his grasp. “I swear to God Rafe, I am not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”

“Don’t call me psycho and I think I need to teach you some manners.” he growled right before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him.

I instantly started pushing on him and struggling to get free. I bit his lip and he howled in pain and jerked back. I slapped him across the face, not caring this was Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince himself, and no one ever told him no.

He snapped his head back and I looked in his eyes. They were completely black, no amount of blue left, and had a predatory look that actually caused a little fear to creep up my spine. Something else, God help me, arousal shot through to my core and made me soak my panties.

I started to back away and with each step I took back, he took forward.

“Rafe just fucking walk away, leave me alone” I try to sound defiant and flippant, but not sure I pulled it off. His grin was pure evil, reminding me of every Disney villain I ever watched.

*Oh Sunshine, you really shouldn’t have done that” he smirked. I turn to run and get one of the pogues, but he grabs me by my waist and turns me around to throw me over his shoulder.

“You psychotic motherfucker, put me down!” I yell as I punch his back as hard as I can. He just grunts and slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes and more arousal to leak out of me. My mind was telling me to fight because you hate him, but my body was yelling at me to let him have his way.

He takes you to some room, locks the door, and proceeds to throw you on the bed. He immediately grabs both your wrists and roughly jerks them above your head, causing you to arch your back from the roughness and your tits rub against his chest. The lace bra you wear offered little protection from the friction and instantly your nipples hardened. Rafe chuckles as his free hand rubs over my breasts and pinches my nipples.

“You may not want this, but your body does” he chuckles as his hand slides down over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. I continue to struggle, he slaps my bare thigh, causing me to gasp. I know if I looked down right now, there would be a red hand print.

“You’re a feisty thing, maybe we should get you a little more pliant.” He threatens.

I see him reach in the pocket of his shorts, but don’t see anything in his hand when he pulls it out.

“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?” I demand trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

“Just a little something to make you enjoy it more.” He smirks as he places a pill on his tongue and grabs my jaw to look at him.

“Open up, Sunshine” he murmurs as leans in to kiss me.

I try to shut my mouth, but the hold he has on my jaw won’t let me. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I feel the pill begin to dissolve as he devours my mouth. God he is a good kisser, I can’t stop myself as I whine in the kiss, causing him to moan. He held my jaw until the pill was fully dissolved, then he lets go, but we continued to kiss. Fuck, what was I doing, this was Rafe, I should be biting his fucking tongue off, yet I didn’t want the kiss to stop. He finally pulls away when air became a necessity.

“What the fuck did you give me, Rafe?” I pant, still trying to catch my breath from the kiss.

“Aww Sunshine, it’s just a little E to make you forget your troubles and help me fuck you without the feistiness.” He smiles down at me. I start to struggle again and hurt him in some fashion. His hold on my wrists and him between my legs really left me defenseless, and he knew it.

“Now let’s get rid of these clothes.” He grabs the neckline of my shirt and rips it down the middle. I screech from shock, and he continues ripping till it is off me.

“Oh Sunshine, you have some beautiful tits.” He groans as he leans down and latches his lips on one of my nipples. I gasp out from pleasure as he sucks, nibbles and licks my nipples through my bra. Thousands of jolts of delight ripple through my body to my core. I began to feel a zing of energy and mixing that with pleasure, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips up into Rafe.

“That’s it baby, let the drug begin to work. Let me make you feel good and forget Maybank for tonight.” He murmurs as he continues his assault on my tits, his mouth on one and his hand, pulling and pinching the other.

“More” I whimper to him, trying to get more friction. He reached behind me undoing my bra and let go of my wrists, I moved my arms so he can get off. My hands fly into his hair to push more into my chest. He grinds down on me and I groan, I feel the heat build in my stomach.

I have a slight moment of clarity, where I thought what the fuck am I doing, when Rafe rolls his hips and the tip of cock hits the seam in my shorts just right to rub my clit and I see stars. I moan out as I squeeze my eyes shut and let my orgasm wash over me.

“Fuck Sunshine, when was the last time you came?” he chuckles, reaching down to unbutton my shorts and take them off. He stands up, using the opportunity of me in a blissful state, to rid himself of his clothes. I look over to him and see his cock saluting me. My eyes wide at how big he was.

“Shit Rafe, I don’t know what you plan to do with that monstrosity, but it ain’t fitting in me.” I say in wonder.

“I’ll make it fit,” he said as he spread my legs and slapped my pussy. I yelped, still sensitive from my release, but it caused a wildfire to spread through my veins. He slapped it a few more times, rendering me a whiny mess. I tried to hide my face, ashamed at how he was making me feel. I knew the E was mainly to blame, but a part of me knew it wasn’t all the drugs.

“Oh, don’t be shy now” Rafe taunted as he pulled my hands from face and roughly kissing me.

Distracted by his kiss, I didn’t notice he lined his cock up to enter me. He shoved it in my soaked pussy and I screamed in his mouth. The pain and burn from his stretching without prep was almost unbearable. Instantly, tears formed in my eyes and I pulled my mouth free.

“FUCK!” I cried out “Rafe, get out, pull out, it hurts so bad!” I cry but he continues to snap his hips into me, even though I was pushing on his stomach.

“Shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled as he grabbed my arm and jerked it above my head, slamming into me faster. I was whimpering, crying mess underneath him. He continued to pound into me, hitting my cervix, lips taking what they wanted from my lips down to my breasts.

“I’ll have you forgetting Maybank after tonight and you’ll only want my cock in this pussy. You’re mine now, Sunshine” he rasped in my ear.

“I hate you” I hissed at him.

Eventually the pain began to be replaced by pleasure, my cries turning into moans as I felt my core heat up and the band began to tighten.

“You keep saying that, but your body doesn’t,” he taunted “you might be venomous, nonchalant, and a raging bitch to the rest of the world, but all you needed was a Daddy to tame that mouth and this pussy. Didn’t you?”

I ignored him, not wanting to agree with him. Suddenly I heard and then felt the smack across my face. I let out a shocked yelp and grabbed face with my free hand. My body betrayed and a rush of arousal coated his cock.

“Oh, you like being slapped huh? When I ask you a question, you answer it, slut” he hissed at me.

“Yes Daddy” I moaned out, before slapping my hand over my mouth, not believing what I just said.

“That’s my good little slut” he teased.

He let go of my hand and reached down with both hands to push my thighs into my chest. I cried out as the new position hit my G-spot and I saw stars. Within seconds, the band snapped in my stomach and I was screaming daddy repeatedly.

“That’s it, you little cunt, cum all over my cock.” He grunted before pulling out and flipping me over on my stomach. He straddled my thighs, pulled my butt up, and shoved himself back into me. I moaned as the new position let him hit deeper. I grabbed the headboard needing to ground myself, as the drugs and orgasm made me feel like I was floating away.

He wrapped his arm around my neck, putting me in a chokehold, snapping his hips into me at such an ungodly pace. I could already feel another release coming. The drugs had all my senses turned up to an eleven, the burning in my stomach, the tingling in my core, the pleasurable pain every time he hit my cervix. I felt that if I had another orgasm, I would fly off into outer space.

“S’too much, daddy” I whine, trying to push on his stomach. “I can’t do it”

He slapped my hand away and smacked my thigh hard, making me cry out.

“You will take everything I give you. You’re my little cum slut now and you will obey me” he grunted. He grabs my arm and jerks them around behind my back, grabbing both wrists with one hand. With his other hand, he grabs hair and uses both as leverage to fuck me harder.

All you could hear in the room were my ‘uh-uhs’ and our skin slapping together. I was close as my walls begin to flutter around his cock, but he was too as I felt his hips stutter.

“You better cum before me or you’re outta luck,” he panted. “We’re not here for your pleasure, only mine.” He taunts as he speeds up getting closer to his release.

I manage to wrestle one of my hands free and reach down to rub my clit. The added stimulation almost instantly makes me fall over the edge, I scream out and clamp down on Rafe’s dick. My body convulses as I have the strongest release of my life, but the E in my system causes me to keep cumming tears falling down my cheeks as I can’t stop.

“Jesus Fuck” Rafe gasps, “You’re clenching so tight I can barely move.”

He forces his cock in and out of me as he pants and grunts. Slamming into me one more time, I feel his seed shoot out against my walls.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” he hisses. He slowly thrust back into me a few times before pulling out and flip me over. I was essentially a rag doll by this point.

“Oops can’t have any Daddy’s juices spilling out can we?” he smirks, shoving two fingers in me pushing his cum back in me. I whimpered and grabbed his wrist.

“Stop, too sensitive” I whimper out.

“Stop being a whiny slut” he sneers before slapping my pussy a few times. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. He reaches for his phone and takes a picture of me.

“What the fuck” I snap.

“I need something to jerk off to when you’re not around”

He shows me the picture. I look royally fucked out, mascara and tears running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared all over my face, bruises and hickeys around my neck and chest. He grabs my phone and tosses it to me.

“Unlock it” he demands.

I do without any argument. He puts his number on and sends himself a text, so that he has my number.

“When I call, I expect you to answer and come to me” he demands coldly. “If you don’t, then the whole island will know your just my cum slut and enjoy it. I have evidence.” he grins.

I nod, knowing he had me, because the thought of the pogues, especially JJ finding out made me sick to my stomach. He tossed my shorts and some tshirt he found to me.

“Now you’re gonna get dressed, go back to the party and act like nothing happened. Your hickeys were from some random touran.” He instructed. “The whole time you pine over JJ, my cum will be seeping out of your cunt. Oh, and clean your face up.”

I move slowly getting off the bed. I get dressed and head to the en suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and start to cry. I splash water on my face, cleaning myself up, the whole-time sobbing.

Rafe comes in the bathroom and stares at me for a minute. I turn to face him and he smacks me on the cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and leave his handprint.

“Stop crying like a cunt,” he mocked me, “You enjoyed it, I think I counted three orgasms from you?”

“It was the drugs” I argue.

“Sure, sure. The explain why you were soaked before I gave you the E?” he asked.

I’m looked away cause I had no answer, at least not one I was willing to admit.

“S’what I thought,” he smirked “Now get downstairs, before I change my mind and take you home, tie you up, and use you all night.”

I ran out of the bedroom and went downstairs, looking for my friends.

Walking around, I finally found John B and Sarah making out in a corner. Pope was in another room trying to woo a girl with coroner talk, the poor girl looked scared for her life. The last room I walked into, JJ and Kie were on a couch, Kie in JJ’s lap making out. My friends, wait no family, didn’t seem to have missed me.

I walked into the kitchen and made me a drink and walked outside to one of the patio chairs. My phone dinged with a message.

Remember our deal and no one finds out. Although with as worried as they were for you, not sure they would seem to care.

I downed my drink and got up to get another one, tears running down my cheeks.

How the fuck did I get in this situation and what was I gonna do. All knew was I hated Rafe Cameron and I would find a way out.

Tagging some moots:

@princessmaybank @echo-at-the-pond @babygorewhore @drudyslut @rafescokewhore @rafesc0kewh0re @starfxkr @blueicequeen19 @drewstarkeyslut @pankowperfection @maybankskiss @ch4rrykisses

[amirasainz]

Hey could I request one where mini alonso meets the wags and takes a liking to Alexandra and lily zneimer.

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Princess Make-Up

The paddock was alive with the familiar hum of engines, chatter, and clinking coffee cups, but today, something — or rather someone — was stealing the spotlight. Three-year-old Yn Alonso, sporting a pair of sparkly play high heels, oversized sunglasses, and a mini Disney handbag, strutted alongside her father, Fernando, with all the confidence of a seasoned model. The F1 paddock, usually reserved for roaring engines and serious faces, had suddenly transformed into her personal runway.

Fernando chuckled as he watched his little girl prance with exaggerated steps, clearly relishing in the attention. "Where did you learn to walk like that, mi princesa?" he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Yn pushed her sunglasses up her nose with a dramatic flair, barely glancing back at her father. "Papá, I'm busy. I need to get to my fans," she replied, her voice full of sass as she twirled around, causing a few members of the pit crew to chuckle.

As they made their way through the paddock, they encountered several drivers lounging around. Oscar, Lando, and Carlos were chatting near McLaren’s hospitality area when they spotted the duo.

"Well, well, who’s this little superstar?" Carlos grinned, kneeling down to Yn's level. "Can I get an autograph?"

Yn looked at him over the rim of her sunglasses, one eyebrow raised in an unintentional imitation of her father. "Hmmm, maybe later," she said nonchalantly, waving her tiny hand. "I’m busy right now."

Lando laughed. "I think you’ve been dethroned, Fernando. She’s got more attitude than half the drivers here."

Fernando took a sip of his espresso, an amused smirk on his face. "Oh, trust me, I know."

Just then, Lily, Oscar’s girlfriend, walked over, giving Yn a warm smile. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest little princess I’ve ever seen?”

Yn's face lit up. "Princess?" she gasped, her eyes widening as she took in Lily’s perfect hair and stylish outfit. She tugged on her father's sleeve excitedly. "Papá, she’s a princess!"

Lily crouched down, her eyes softening. “Of course I am. But I think you’re the real princess here.” She held out her hand, and Yn immediately placed her tiny hand in it, looking up at her in awe.

Yn took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We could be princesses together," she proposed, as if revealing a grand secret.

Lily laughed, absolutely charmed. "Oh, I would love that."

Seeing his daughter’s pure delight, Fernando couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned back, sipping his espresso with a relaxed smile. He hadn’t seen Yn this animated around anyone besides him.

As they continued their little princess chat, Yn noticed Lily had a compact mirror out, carefully touching up her lipstick. Intrigued, Yn dug into her tiny handbag and pulled out her wooden play makeup set, the pieces worn but clearly loved. She opened a pretend lipstick and began mimicking Lily’s movements with utter seriousness.

“Oh my gosh, is that your makeup set?” Lily asked, amused.

Yn nodded proudly. "Yup! This is my special makeup. It’s got sparkles," she explained, applying her invisible lipstick with practiced precision. "Do you like it?"

“I love it,” Lily assured her, applying her real lipstick while Yn kept at her imaginary one. The two of them giggled and compared "lipstick" shades, drawing quite the audience.

Lando crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold with a look of fake jealousy. “What happened? I used to be Yn’s favorite,” he said with a dramatic sigh.

Oscar nudged him. “Mate, you’ve been replaced. Look at them — they’re a royal duo now.”

Carlos shook his head, sighing. "This is hard to watch," he said with a grin. "I don’t think we’ll ever be able to compete."

Fernando watched, a smirk playing on his lips as he listened to the drivers' banter. "I guess you boys just don’t have what it takes," he said, chuckling.

Lily, noticing the crowd, gave Yn an encouraging look. “Should we show everyone our princess wave?”

Yn, always up for a new challenge, nodded. Together, they held their hands up in that classic royal wave, greeting the imaginary crowds. The drivers chuckled and applauded, while Yn, clearly delighted by the attention, curtsied as best as she could in her little heels.

After a while, Yn seemed to remember something very important. She ran over to her father, practically leaping into his arms. “Papá! Can Lily come with us forever?” she asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Fernando raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face. "Forever, hmm? Well, princesa, that might be a bit tricky. Lily has to stay with Oscar, remember?"

Yn looked over at Oscar, clearly considering this dilemma. She furrowed her little brow. "Hmm. Oscar can come too, I guess."

The entire group burst into laughter, with Oscar raising his hands in mock surrender. "Well, I don’t mind being part of the Alonso crew,” he said with a grin.

Lily smiled, patting Yn’s shoulder. “How about I come visit you as often as I can, okay?”

Yn nodded happily, seeming satisfied with this arrangement. She grabbed Lily’s hand and led her back to their “makeup session” while the drivers continued to watch, each one more smitten with Yn than the next.

Fernando took another sip of his espresso, a soft smile on his face. "Better get used to it, boys. She’s got the Alonso charm."

[sweetmariihs2]

We need to talk about Judge Claude Frollo in the Disney Parks (DURING THE 90's) (he didn't wore a mascot head before then)—————— ⊹₊ ⋆. ♱ ₊˚ .⊹

The fandom needs to know about this. Why is no one talking about it???

Recently I got hyperfocused on HOND and, after watching the movie multiple times, musicals, and tons of video analysis, I finally found the Disney Park content - and oh boy I got so lucky for finding it

I would like to say that, at first, my wish was that the content of this post was posted on tiktok in form of videos and small edits, and while I have a tiktok account, I only post my art and my family follows me there help (imagine what they would think if they saw me posting edits (simping for) of a guy in the disney parks dressed as the most horrific character from disney in the 90s). I also told a friend about this, who has a tiktok accont, wishing they would post something about it, but it didn't happened- So I decided to make a Tumblr post.

I'm not a Disney parks specialist, I don't know a lot about this topic in general, but if any of you are, please correct me if I'm wrong or give me info I didn't included because this would help a lot.

Going to the main topic, you guys probably know how Frollo looks like in the parks today. He barely appears, sure, but he wears a mascot head, and since his mouth is always shut, he's not able to talk, having to speak to people only through signs and body expressions. But during the 90s HE DIDN'T WORE A MASK. He was played by a face actor.

BACK THEN IN THE 90s, the movie of The Hunchback of Notre Dame was released (1996), and the parks started to include the characters in their attractions. As far as I know, we had three main attractions related to HOND back then:

The Hunchback of Notre Dame Topsy Turvy Cavalcade (it's a parade that happened at Disneyland and also Disneyland Paris in the 5th anniversary celebration of the park - overall based on the Festival of Fools scene);

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Festival of Fools (Which I have NO IDEA of why it's described as similar to the musical adventure in that wiki, since the script, stage and everything is completely different from the musical adventure - The stage is WAY BIGGER and it's mainly focused on the Festival Of Fools, but the story cuts to the end a lot faster than in the movie)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: A Musical Adventure (a musical theatre, stage show, that happened at Disney's Hollywood Studios, that tells us the whole story of the movie);

The parade has two versions, as I said. Since our main focus is Frollo in this post, in one of the versios Frollo is riding his horse, and in the other one he's standing over one of the floats. Most of the videos I found about it show us Frollo as a face character (no mask on), but somehow there are some videos dated as 1997 about the same parade with him wearing his mascot head, which is just very confusing to me.

I can't exactly explain why he stopped being a face character, I believe that it's related to what Disney did to Fairy Godmother (she's an elderly character, just like Frollo, the same happened to her: previously face character, eventually mask character. I heard a theory saying that Disney probably doesn't want to hire elders because of their physical limitations in having to stay standing in a costume during the whole day).

What confuses me is the fact that in some attractions (the parade at Paris) Frollo is already wearing a mask, but in others (Festival of Fools) he is not yet. You see, the parade ended in 1997, but the Festival ended in 1998, and there is a recording made of the last performance of the Festival on YouTube, and Frollo is still not wearing his mask.

That can be easily explained by them just taking the decision of making him wear the mask during the parade only and keep him as a face character during the Festival. But why? We also have to consider that these take place in different parks and different countries (France and USA).

Let's take a look at the dates:

Parade AT DISNEYLAND: started in 1996 and ended in 1997 - no mask

Parade AT PARIS: started in 1997 and ended in 1998 (in some the videos I found from there, Frollo IS wearing his mask)

but I am confused since I found a video where he wasn't wearing his mask at this same parade, at Disneyland, in front of a "It's a Small World" ride. English is not my main language so I am not sure if they're only speaking in english, because if it was in France (France also has a Disneyland and a It's a Small World) they would be talking in both languages: English and French. And I don't know if I'm crazy but I didn't heard any French there. Which means this is probably at USA. BUT WHY IS FROLLO NOT WEARING HIS MASK AT USA??? I don't know I'm just confused

Festival of Fools: started in June 21, 1996 and ended in April 18, 1998 - no mask (I would like to say that Hellfire is included in this one, it was cut in all the other attractions. Also, near the end, right before his death, Frollo seems to try to grab Esmeralda when Quasi attacks his back, which wasn't in the movie indeed.)

A Musical Adventure (theatre): started in june 21, 1996 and ended in september 28, 2002 - no mask (his actor got changed around 3 times as far as I know, based on the videos that I watched)

Also, between the USA and the France version of the parade, Frollo shows up in three different ways: riding his horse, standing on top of the Notre Dame float, or sitting at his chair at the festival (which appears to be like a mini float, and he wears his mask). They're mixed and it's confusing to me, I am not sure which is where. When I think I understood, I find new footage of these attractions where he appears on top of something else and I don't know what's happening anymore

I don't know guys, I am just really confused and I'll just keep enjoying all the videos I can find of him without his mask, because it's a rare thing to see Frollo showing his face, and now much rarer hearing him talk and express himself properly at the parks. I hate this damn mask. It's clear as the light of the day that it's the same costume from the 90s with no update, no better painting, or anything new for that matter. I don't HATE him, I'm happy that we have Frollo in the parks. It's just that it was better before... if they at least updated that mask and those pale hands...

Despite trying, I couldn't find any pictures from that face character Frollo. You know, pictures people take with the characters? None. All we have are low quality 90s videos on YouTube and that's it. Which makes me really upset, because those videos don't properly capture his costume and makeup, even though I'm really grateful to everyone who recorded them, it's very hard to see his face clearly. That gif at the start of the post is one of those rare moments someone showed us his face up close, and it's from a video recording "The Hunchback of Notre Dame Topsy Turvy Cavalcade" at Disneyland where Frollo rode his horse instead of just standing on top of the Notre Dame float. (It happens at 04:00 and I giggle every single time help)

I would like to make a mini list of all the videos I could find about this on the internet. It will be updated constantly, of course, and separated by topics (the attractions) and their names will be the names of the videos themselves. I would also like to say that the qualities of those videos aren't always the best, but we're lucky for at least having them in our hands in the first place. Sometimes I will point out when he appears, sometimes I won't because I'm lazy.

Edit: Turns out that there are millions of videos about them on YouTube and a lot of them are low quality, so I won't spend time adding *all of them*, just some of the best. If you find a interesting one that's not in the post, send me the link plz!

If any kind soul wants to make funny edits with compilations of best moments please send me the link, I appreciate it

The video list : —————— ⊹₊ ⋆. ♱ ₊˚ .⊹

The Hunchback of Notre Dame Topsy Turvy Cavalcade:

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame Topsy Turvy Cavalcade - Disneyland 1996" (close up view of his face (the death look) at the minute 04:00) (*happy giggles* that's the gif used in the title of the post!) (I would probably pass out if I were this person)

"Disneyland California - The Hunchback of Notre Dame Parade 1998" (he can be seen since 02:10 (during Esmeralda's dance, which he claims "look at this disgusting display!" (also that dance is kinda "uuuhhhhh disneyyy this parade is for children"), and apparently she goes down on the pole looking at him) but he really appears properly at the minute 04:50 and doesn't look at the camera - at the minute 05:30 he's seen pretty close to Esmeralda's float, apparently watching her dance - right after this moment the video is cut and he appears again, this time walking to the opposite way. At the end of the video he's seen again from afar!)

"The Hunchback Parade at Disneyland (at Small World" (he's the first thing we see when we open the video)

"The Hunchback Parade at Disneyland (From The Plaza)" (he's seen at 1:30 standing on top of the Notre Dame float)

"Disneyland-Parade-Hunchback of Notre Dame. Oct 31. 1997." (Frollo can be seen by the first time at the minute 04:40, but he can be seen really closely at the minute 07:05. That happened during a halloween night at Disneyland!)

There is a video that I JUST CAN'T FIND about this same parade, and I remember Frollo riding his horse at the end of the video. It was day and I remember being possible to see him dissapearing behind a curve, still riding his horse. I CAN'T FIND IT, not even in my history. I'll just update this post when I finally find it (IF I find it)

Second edit: Guys I think I'm stupid. I was rewatching the end of THE FIRST VIDEO OF THE LIST and it was that one. I feel dumb now

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Festival Of Fools:

"Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame - Festival of Fools, Disneyland in 1996 part 2" (a journalistic report about the attraction - the person who updated this didn't published the part 1! Ugh! We only have one half! It's a great video by the way, the quality and the shots are awesome) (Frollo only appears once at 1:30, but the whole video is great)

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Festival Of Fools - Disneyland 1996" (That's a part of the show. It has good camera angles but not a very good quality. Frollo appears at 02:10 and at 03:30-04:00 and at 08:05)

"【Old Disney】 The Hunchback of Notre Dame Musical Show!-1996 / ノートルダム の鐘ミュージカルショー" (Full show once again - There is a change in here! At the second 20:26, Clopin went up the stairs and Frollo casually gets the flag from his hand. The flag is a crucial part for the ending, it works like Frollo's sword for a long period of time, and he fights Esmeralda and Quasimodo using it. In other recordings you can see that Frollo gets his flag forcefully from one of the dancer's hands in the middle of the main stage, not from Clopin already up the stairs. At 19:55 we can see Frollo holding the flag, running with it, but when we see him again, the flag is in Clopin's hand instead of Frollo's, and Frollo takes it from him later. What a mess!)

"1996 Disneyland Hunchback of Notre Dame: Festival of Fools" (terrible quality but it adds ✨️flavor✨️)

"Hunchback of Notre Dame Play Disneyland 1996" (The quality is also bad, but we can see the lights and overall hear the music and the spectacle itself here. I wish I was there!)

"Hunchback of Notre Dame: Festival of Fools - Disneyland 1996" (Footage of the whole show, the quality is... average)

"Hunchback of Notre Dame Festival Of Fools--Disneyland History--1990's--TMS-561" (footage of the festival but overall the quality is terrible in this one)

"Hunchback of Notre Dame Festival Of Fools | Disneyland | 1996" (low quality footage of the show. Frollo can barely be seen :c )

""Festival Of Fools" at Disneyland, Presented by Get Away Today (Part 1)" (a TV channel recorded the performance profissionally, even though it's old it's also a good video)

""Festival Of Fools" at Disneyland, Presented by Get Away Today (Part 2)" (part 2 of that same video)

— The last show footage needs to be properly separated here. This makes me bittersweet:

"Festival of Fools - Last Show - Warm Up - Disneyland" (part 0)

"Festival of Fools - Last Show - Part 1 - Disneyland" (part 1)

"Festival of Fools - Last Show - Part 2 - Disneyland" (part 2)

"Festival of Fools - Last Show - Part 3 - Disneyland" (part 3) (Frollo shows up really closely in this one, this person did a wonderful job when recording - and him singing Hellfire!! Ahhhhh!!! He appears again at the end of the video when the characters are thanking the audience)

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame: A Musical Adventure:

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame : A Musical Adventure - Full Show, Disney-MGM Studios 1996 Disney World" (full show)

"Hunchback of Notre Dame Disney-MGM" (full show recorded, great image quality, the camera man gives us zoom and great shots - WE CAN SEE FROLLO'S FACE PROPERLY AT 03:10)

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame: A Musical Adventure" - Full show from 1999 at MGM Studios in WDW" (HIS ACTOR IS AMAZING HERE - We can see his face closely at 02:55, and at 03:33 THE EVIL SMILE IS SO SIMILAR, he even LOOKS LIKE FROLLO HIMSELF! At 11:15 there's the Esmeralda's tease scene which is *chef's kiss* (we can see it really closely) AND IT WAS ALSO DONE PERFECTLY! aaahahshwhwhehsg that's my favorite performance of this show idc, we can see him closely again at 23:20 aaand also at 09:55 - 10:30) [this is where that Frollo and Esmeralda gif I added came from]

"Hunchback Of Notre Dame (2002)" (full show again but this person zooms the characters sometimes, awesome video too)

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame: A Musical Adventure" - Full performance at MGM Studios in WDW - 2000" (We can see Frollo's face from up close at 14:00 - it seems to be a different actor :c )

"1996 Walt Disney World The Hunchback of Notre Dame: A Musical Adventure" (The quality is not the best but I think it's cute the way the person recorded the surroundings. Really looks like a good memory to have. So sweet)

"Walt Disney World spectacle THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME 06 02 1997" (the full show recorded - average quality)

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame: A Musical Adventure @ Disney-MGM Studios - August, 1997" (meh not really in a good quality but it's recorded so let's add it here)

""Hunchback of Notre Dame: A Musical Adventure" Photos and Video from 1996 at Disney-MGM Studios" (not a youtube video, this time it's a website filled with pics taken of the show)

Someone recorded 8 parts of the show, but I would like to add them since it's... you know, my fav Frollo actor until now:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

BONUS:

"Meeting Phoebus, from "The Hunchback of Notre Dame: A Musical Adventure" at MGM Studios in WDW" (this is so cute!)

"Festival Of Fools Construction at Disneyland" (the title speaks for itself)

"Disneyland Inside Out - "Festival Of Fools" (report about the attraction)

"Disneyland Paris * May 1997" (showing how the park looked like at that time- a lot of HOND stuff)

"DISNEYLAND: 50 Years of ImaginEARing CD 10-12 FESTIVAL OF FOOLS A Guy Like You" (I believe this is a remastered version of one of the songs that played during the parade. I wish I was there at that time)

"Hunchback of Notre Dame Carnival Disneyland Paris" (this is a video of the parade when Frollo was already wearing a mask, but look at how cute this is! It's a family memory)

[cupidbedsy]

Hi Love, can I request roses 🌹🌹🌹 with the prompt “You don’t have to be so brave when you’re with me.” Jack or Quinn Hughes… your choice because they both give warm comforting vibes. Thank you!

✿ CUPID'S FLORAL SHOP ✿

here's a freshly picked restless rose 🌹 !

warnings: feelings of having to be perfect, being a burden,

word count: 1k

florist cupid: whoops, this like just hit the 1k mark so it's okay, shhh. if you're wondering how i picked, i spun a wheel. that's actually how i make most of my decisions. anyway, thank you for requesting lovely ! also for reference, this is the key holder thingy that i was referencing .

being one of many children in your family, you were used to pushing your emotions off to make sure your siblings got the attention they needed.

it happened through various stages of your life; when you were younger, running home to show your mom you got 100% on your math test just to see her consoling your older brother who just got broken up with, or when you were in middle school and who you thought was your best friend yelled your crush's name in front of the whole cafeteria and came home with fat tears streaking down your face to see everyone praising your older sister for getting into college.

you loved your siblings with every bit of your heart, so much so you were willing to put off your happiness for them, wanting to be brave so they could be vulnerable. and that little habit of yours had wedged itself into your relationship with quinn.

quinn who was attuned to your every move and every feeling, quinn who could make you happy just by brushing his fingers against your cheek, quinn who made you breakfast in the morning before he went off to practice.

he had enough weight on himself as it was, leading the team through an injury, trying to stay positive after loss after loss, and staying up late just to get up early. you didn't need to burden him with your minor worries.

after a long day of being criticized, work piling up higher than your head, and barely having time to eat a decent lunch, you just wanted to go home and curl up in your bed and eat a whole pizza with your cuddly, handsome, boyfriend.

you stopped at the door, said pizza clutched in your hands, purse hanging off your shoulder. your feet ached as you stood but you needed to compose yourself, fix your face so it didn't look like you just spent 8 straight hours in hell.

once you plastered on your more than fake smile and mentally prepared yourself for telling quinn your day was long but nothing you couldn't handle, you opened the door and stepped into your shared apartment.

you kicked your shoes off almost immediately, dropping your bag and your keys onto the counter before delicately placing the pizza next to it.

your eyes scanned your surroundings and frowned when quinn was nowhere to be found.

"quinn?"

there was no reply and you looked over at the small key holder the two of you had purchased when you moved in together, the carl keychain noticeably missing meaning he was out of the house.

looking back at the pizza, you sighed, it didn't even seem appetizing anymore. so you walked to your room, changing out of your work clothes and into a pair of sweatpants and your favorite hoodie of quinn's.

you settled onto the couch, bringing the multiple blankets you had into your lap as you navigated to the disney+ app to watch your favorite movie.

just as you were about to hit play, the door opened and in walked quinn with a pizza in his hands. you gaped at him, watching as he placed his keys back on the wall and kicked his shoes off like you had done earlier.

his eyes met yours and grinned, "hi baby."

you stood up, walking over to him, "hi. you bought a pizza?"

"figured you would want it after work, but-" he looked to the side at the pizza you had already gotten, "it seems like you had the same thought as me."

"great minds think alike i suppose."

"hmm, that they do." he kissed you softly, placing his free hand on your hip, bringing you closer to him.

you opted to wrap your pizza up and put it in the fridge since it was colder than his, letting him bring his to coffee table.

"watching our movie without me?"

"just wanted to watch something." you shrugged it off but quinn could detect the slightest bit of sadness in your tone.

it wasn't like you only watched up when you were sad or missing quinn, but it was weird that you hadn't even told him you were planning on watching it.

when you came back, sitting next to him on the couch, he asked, not wanting to spend another minute seeing you upset, "what's wrong?"

"nothing." the lie fell from your lips with ease causing him to furrow his eyebrows and frown.

"sweetheart, i know when something's wrong." curse him and his stupid all-knowing superpower. "talk to me."

"long day at work."

"and?"

"and that's it. was a long day, lots of work to get done, had to sit through a couple meetings, talked to my boss too, she said-"

you froze as he pulled you onto his lap, looking down at him with wide eyes, "what're you doing?"

"something's going on in that beautiful head of yours and i'm trying to figure it out."

"i'm serious, quinny. i'm fine."

"you're not. please, talk to me, that's what i'm here for."

so you did, you rambled about your frustrating day in extreme detail, finally letting the anger and annoyance out of you. and when you were done, he didn't say a word, just held you close and traced his fingers up and down your back in a soothing matter.

"why didn't you want to tell me?" he asked softly.

you shrugged, "i dunno, just always done that."

"done what?"

"kept things to myself. wanting everyone else to feel how they felt so i stayed to the side, keeping it all in."

"sweetheart... you don't have to be so brave when you're with me. i never want you to have to feel like you're feelings aren't important to me. i just want you to be happy."

you couldn't help the tears that welled in your eyes as he spoke, hanging onto every word he said like an emotional lifeline. he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, "i want to hear about every part of your day, want to know how you're feeling at every moment, want to see every part of you that makes you you."

you buried your head into his shoulder, too overwhelmed by what he was saying. thankfully, he didn't say anything more, just kept you close, protecting you from anything that could harm you.

back to the shop ! ; navigation !

[cloudedcurses]

Never To Forget

⥽ an: Surely, I wouldn't cause such pain and misery for a second time now, would I? I absolutely would. Feel the pain. Hope you like it ᡣ𐭩

⥽ incls: S.GojoXfem!reader ᡣ𐭩.

⥽ Word Count: 1.1k

ᝰ incls: death, angst w/happy ending. SPOILERS WARNING too!

─── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ───

“What are you doing? Why do you have that camera?” you asked, squinting with confusion at the figure who seemed to levitate in front of you, Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara. A soft chuckle came from the now-clear camera, revealing Satoru Gojo.

“What’s with the recording?” you questioned again as Nobara began adjusting her hair. “Are you getting me ready for a modeling gig, sensei? You should’ve told me!” She grinned, and Megumi scoffed quietly.

“No reason, really. I just wanted to capture these moments…it’s good to have memories for the future,” Satoru explained, easing down from midair and turning the camera on himself beside you. The height difference was stark, his towering frame shadowing yours.

“For the future? Why now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged, nonchalant as always. It was typical of Satoru—spontaneous, unpredictable. Even when you’d been friends, he’d show up at your place unannounced, claiming he was too tired to make it back to his apartment…though it was hardly far.

Satoru handed the camera off to Yuji, the vessel of Sukuna, who clumsily lifted it, barely managing to frame the group. Nobara flipped him off, while Megumi looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Hi, future me! Don’t eat Sukuna’s finger, okay?” Yuji called out, to which Megumi deadpanned, “That’s in the past, you idiot.”

───

“I’ve always admired the way you use your powers, your curse technique…with such caution and control,” Satoru’s voice drifted through the recording. You were training Megumi and Yuji to handle a dragon curse that fed on anxious energy, the creature coiling and spinning within the gym as you repeated the rules. It wasn’t the hardest curse, especially for Megumi.

“Oh? The camera again? Wonder why?” you questioned, moving to sit beside Satoru on the bench.

“Well, it is our five-month anniversary. How does it feel to be with the strongest?” he teased, his smirk making you sigh and smile. 

“Pretty damn great…I love you,” you murmured softly, catching his playful grin. “What was that?” he taunted, leaning in.

“Nothing! Megumi, need help?” you stammered, springing up to cover your flustered retreat, Gojo right behind you.

“Huh?! What was that?! Say it again! C’mon, baby, let me hear it!” he called, his long strides closing in on you as you ran, laughter echoing through the gym.

───

“Happy one-year anniversary,” Satoru’s voice came through a grainy video, revealing him holding the camera with a beaming smile. “I’m not sure if you’ll see this, but you’re getting all dolled up now. I picked out five dresses from your Pinterest, booked a glam squad, and hoped you got your nails done…” He grinned, revealing a brilliant diamond ring. “It’s got three stones, one blue like my eyes, one matching yours, and the one in the middle represents how clear you make my days. Around you, I don’t have to be Gojo Satoru, wielder of the Six Eyes…I can be Satoru, your husband, if you say yes.” Hearing footsteps, he quickly slipped the ring into his pocket.

“You saved me! I was stuck in the closet!” he lied, his face a picture of mock distress when you opened the door. Then, he caught sight of you, dressed beautifully. “You amaze me every day,” he whispered, his voice full of affection, before the video cut.

“SHE SAID YES! WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!” Gojo’s excited shout filled the screen, the camera trembling as he shook it in excitement. One hand held the camera, while his other arm wrapped around you, showering kisses across your face. 

Yuji jumped up and down, cheering alongside his sensei, until Megumi grabbed the camera, allowing Gojo to lift and spin you like a Disney princess.

“Congratulations…you two,” Megumi’s deep voice murmured before stopping the recording, just as Yuji popped a confetti cannon in the background.

“Why am I doing this?” Nanami’s deadpan voice came through, the video revealing a stunning wedding setup. With mild annoyance but perfect framing, Nanami filmed as Gojo flashed a thumbs-up. 

The setup had transformed the gym into an elaborate venue, despite the rush due to Gojo’s impatience—he “didn’t want to wait another day.”

You walked down the aisle, locking eyes with Satoru, all the love between you evident. Your hastily chosen dress fit perfectly, a testament to Gojo’s black card and your determination. You exchanged vows and rings, finally becoming Mrs. Y/N Gojo.

The camera shifted to Yuji’s excited face. “Hi, Momma and Papa Gojo! Thanks for adopting me,” he began, his tone earnest. “My gramps always said, ‘Love is strange and fascinating.’ Maybe one day, I’ll feel that too.” He turned the camera to you and Satoru, dancing mid-air above the guests.

───

The video paused, and you sighed softly.

“Well…did he?” a soft voice asked. Your daughter, Sora, peered at the laptop, her bright blue eyes sparkling. 

“Did Uncle Yuji find happiness?” she asked, her innocent curiosity illuminating her young face, though you sensed Satoru’s curse technique within her.

Sora, the name you and Satoru had chosen together before he was sealed. You both sat beneath a cherry blossom tree on a picnic blanket, watching the memories Satoru had insisted on creating for you.

The memory of that fateful night felt fresh—the devastation Sukuna left in his wake, without the chance for an evacuation or rescue efforts. Nanami, fallen. Nobara, injured. Yuji, refusing to return home. Thousands dead, and Gojo sealed.

After nineteen agonizing days, he returned but was gone again far too soon, his drive for revenge consuming him. Watching Yuta wield Satoru’s body as a weapon was excruciating.

Your pregnancy had been difficult, yet Sora became the blessing that kept you going. She was born the day Gojo died, and you liked to believe he was there, welcoming her into a world he’d fought so hard to protect.

“Mommy, look, there’s more…” Sora said, startling you. The video usually ended with Yuji, but now it continued. You pressed play, revealing Gojo, dressed for his final battle.

“Hey, baby…hey, Sora, my little buttercup. If you’re watching this, I’m probably dead—Sukuna must’ve got me,” he chuckled, eyes warm with his usual mischief. “Y/N, never doubt that I loved you. My life was better the moment you walked into it. And Sora, you’re strong because you’re ours. I may not be here physically, but I’ll always be with you both. Make sure Megumi gives you a lift to reach the stars, okay, Sora?” he added with a soft smile, the video ending.

You let out a breath, a tear slipping onto your lap, as a white butterfly landed on your nose. You gently lifted it onto your finger, then placed it on Sora’s head, watching it flutter towards Satoru’s grave, where it was soon joined by a yellow, purple, and black butterfly.

“Bye-bye, Papa! I love you!” Sora squealed happily, erupting into a happy giggle. Even Satoru’s ghostly figure could help but smile at the sight of her with Nanami and Geto standing beside him, watching you two enjoy sweets together. 

An image even the dead would carry forward forever. 

[iid-smile]

⭑ — THE SNOW WHITE PRINCESS IS

お願い KISS で目を醒まして欲しいの

白い棺から連れ出すよう

content — sakura haruka x fem!reader, the reader is referred to as "princess" and wears a dress, brief mention of suo and the class, the reader has parents, he calls you pretty,

wc — 0.9k (how??)

dec 3rd ⭑ event masterlist — for the lovely @hanaeriin !

a/n: pretend i didnt forget to post this yesterday + im gonna edit it because idk what the hell happened while i was writing

princesses, fairytales, fantasy... haruka never got the appeal over why people are so obsessed with romance and happy-ending stories. it's not real, it's made up, and it's stupid.

once or twice, he's taken a peek at your phone whenever you don't respond to him calling your name. maybe you were studying, maybe there's something super important that you just can't tear your eyes off it, but no. it's heaps and heaps of short clips, all having a common theme, ballroom dancing and huge dresses.

now that he thinks about it, he used to hear you gush about disney princes, or how magical and perfect the princesses' lives seem to be, minus any dilemma that takes up the majority of the movie.

well, that's an idea! you can be a princess for a day as a gift, and he'll be your prince. oh, that's cheesy...

with a little consulting from a certain love adviser with an eyepatch, he was forced convinced into committing to his idea, his brief idea spiralling into something much more complicated than it needed to be. either way, he feels almost obligated to, especially since this is your first december together.

here's the catch; haruka has no idea how to dance. he can do the hokey pokey (barely), but he cannot do whatever the hell you see in those videos. he's never had great limb coordination unless it's been for fighting, so basically he's at the level of a baby learning how to walk for the first time.

twenty-five days. he had twenty five days to learn how to dance.

in the meantime, his little helping elves (he did not choose this alias, they did) were fixing up a dress for you, gathering up money from each member of the class to make their grade captain's girlfriend happy.

soon, the day finally came; christmas morning. he's been stressed all the way up until the moment he reached you front door, eyes trained to the ground with thoughts of doubt running all over him. what if he messes the whole thing up and ruins your day? his hand absentmindedly reaches up to knock on the door, dreading the moment he hears footsteps approaching and praying to anybody out there that you're still asleep.

with the permission of your parents and a flustered explanation later, he makes his way to your room, trying his best to keep the long trail of skirt material from touching the ground.

quietly, he enters, and the door shuts, making little to no sound. your room certainly hasn't changed much since he's last been here. as usual, he cringes at your embarrassing collage of photos together, as well as a few additional trinkets he spots dotted around the area.

he lays the dress carefully over a nearby chair and approaches your side. how was he supposed to do this? nudge you awake? call your name? how would a prince wake up a princess? thank god nobody's here to witness this...

here goes nothing.

your brain shakes itself awake from a soft yet firm sensation on your lips. it's familiar, comforting, and something you've grown well addicted to. your head tilts as you deepen the kiss ever so slightly, before leaning back to take a look at the culprit.

there he was, your prince charming now adorned in a fancy suit that you'd never imagine he'd ever wear, hair slicked back with a few loose strands over his forehead, and his thumb gently rubbing over the back of your hand.

did he get ahead of himself? "u-um—" every rational thought slipped from his mind, only a stuttering mess left behind. "i—"

"am i dreaming? you're really a prince?" you whisper, sleep still present in your voice and your hands lazily press against his cheeks. there's a slight burn against your fingertips, yet you still brush them just underneath his eyes, to confirm if you were awake or not.

he'll just go along with it. "yes... and i..." deep breaths, deep breaths. "i'd like to take you to the ball."

your head tilts in confusion. "the ball?" gears turn in your head as you put the puzzle pieces together. "like cinderella? but my hair! my makeup—!"

"you don't need any of that." he mumbles, lips pursing from his honesty. "you're pretty as you are right now."

"what about a dress? i don't have one..."

"you do." and he moves out of you way, enough for you to see the stunning dress that has magically appeared in your room.

you don't even have time to react before you're suddenly yanked up to your feet, one of his hands on your waist and the other still holding your hand. his feet start to move in a graceful pattern, and you somehow manage to fall into the rhythm, even with no music. you can see the amount of concentration on his face, as if he's practiced this day and night, knowing exactly where to go, exactly where to stop and pull you close and hold you tighter. for once, you seem to be more rattled than him.

finally, you're in line with the dress, hands tentatively reaching out to touch the material. it's beautiful, seeming to be your exact size as you lay it over your body.

the sound of you unzipping the back snaps haruka out of his trance, tumbling his way to the door. "i'll give you some privacy." though he can't see it, you nod, a soft smile overcoming your face as you continue to admire the garment in front of you.

now that you think about it, you have had an odd conversation here and there about clothing sizes, plus random visits to tailors because haruka's uniform "didn't fit anymore", plus going to more high-end shoe stores that you've always dreamed of going to, and oh.

he really did this all for you, didn't he?

[muffinpink02]

Perhaps some lucy inspo:

Lucy x (reader or ona) are on a spa trip, they haven’t done anything sexual in a couple of days for x reason, so now they can’t keep their hands off each other

extra inspo for if you write jealousy fics:

But there is someone (a worker or fellow visitor) who also cannot keep their hands off lucy (or ona) and eventually the mixture of jealousy, good looking gf, no sexual activities became to much and I think we can all imagine what happened either at the hotel (or at home)😌

just some inspo, you don’t have to use this storyline and can also rewrite it however, perhaps private jacuzzi on vacay instead of spa day etc etc

also cannot wait for the next chapters of the fics you’re currently writing. Massive fan of your work!!

The Big O

Thank you to the beautiful anon for this idea. Here you go. Its very quick and rushed, sorry.

Warning - Smut - angry sex

“I can’t wait for this. We needed a break.” Ona smiled over at Lucy as she opened the balcony doors of the hotel room. The taller girl lugged their shared suitcase into the room. Smiling at her girlfriend's excitement.

It had been a while since the couple had a break together, the last real holiday they had was after the World Cup. Yeah, they had breaks in between but they hadn’t been on a summer holiday. They had both been so busy with their own schedules, not to mention the champions league. They became passing ships in the night, hardly really spending time together. That also meant that they hadn’t been able to be intimate with each other in a while. 3 weeks to be exact. 

So, yeah, they needed this. They made a promise to shut off their phones, no emails, no calls, nothing that could distract them. 

“Yeah. I just can’t wait to see you in that bikini you brought.” The older brunette smiled playfully at Ona. 

“Oh, what one?” Ona smiled innocently.

The older brunette stepped into Onas space, smiling down at the doe-eyed girl. “The one that shows off your arse perfectly.”

Ona bit her lip. Something she knew that drove Lucy crazy. The pair had been flirting the whole way here, both wanting each other desperately. Lucy was finding it hard to keep her hands to herself on the flight, her fingers had found themselves between Ona’s legs, teasingly stroking Ona’s bare thighs the whole plain journey. The younger girl didn’t mind at first but when Lucy's fingers got higher and higher to her core she couldn't stop the heat burning between her legs. She was close to dragging Lucy into the plains toilet just to get some kind of release. 

“I love it when you look at me like that.” Lucy purred. She put her finger under Ona’s chin, making the girl look up at her. 

“Like what?” Ona whispered. She knew what she was doing. 

A lot of people would mistake Ona’s innocent look for being the softer one in the bedroom, the more submissive one. And yeah, she definitely was but she could also be very dominating when she wanted to be. She could play Lucy so easily, and Lucy loved it. She would fall for those beautiful brown Disney like eyes everytime, doing anything Ona would ask of her. 

“You know exactly what I'm talking about.” Lucy cupped the shorter girl's face and slowly brought her lips to her own. It was slow at first, both feeling the other girl's mouth, tasting the other's lips. Ona’s watermelon gloss tingled the tip of Lucy's tongue, making her mouth water. Lucy grabbed the back of Ona's neck, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Ona whimpered on feeling her girlfriend's smooth tongue push past her lips and into her mouth.

“Ergh, I love when you make those noises.” 

The Spaniard giggled, but it was cut off when Lucy pushed her on her back, hitting the soft mattress below her. She quickly climbed on top of the smaller girl, reattaching her lips to Ona’s own. It was quick messy kisses, the sounds of their wet lips smacking hard against the other. It was when Lucy started to roll her hips into Ona’s core that the Spaniard started to moan.

“Lu-,” 

Ona was cut off from Lucy sucking on her neck.

Ona could feel her underwear becoming wetter, she wanted Lucy so badly. Her next words were going to be difficult.

“Lucy, we have to st- aaa.”

Lucy quickly slipped her hand into Ona’s shorts, touching her clothed sex.

“So wet already.” Lucy hummed cockily.

Ona gritted her teeth. It had been too long since she felt Lucy between her legs. So long since she felt those talented fingers inside her. She wanted nothing more then for Lucy to fuck her right here, right now, but she had to stop her.

“Lucy, w-we have to s-stop.”

Lucy stopped, looking down at her girlfriend, who was now panting hard. Her lips swollen from Lucy's relentless sucking.

“Stop? Why?” Her confused horny face made Ona’s pussy clench.

“I booked us a spa treatment. We have to be there in 10 minutes.” 

“Are you saying I can’t have you screaming my name in 2 minutes? Because I take that as a challenge.” Lucy smirked down at Ona, capturing her lips once more.

Ona let herself get lost in Lucy's kisses once more. It was when Lucy started to push Ona’s t-shirt up, her short nails scratching against her tight skin, bringing Ona back into the presence.

“We can’t. Come. I’ll make it up to you later.” Ona gave a quick kiss to Lucy's lips before pushing her off. 

Lucy let out a sigh and smiled. “You will definitely make it up to me.” She slapped Ona’s arse playfully, making the younger girl yelp.

Never one to be outdone, Ona stepped in front of Lucy, giving her best doe eye impression. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” 

The northerner's jaw clenched, her eyes closed as she let out a frustrated sigh.

“You better get us to the spa before I throw you on that bed.” 

Ona giggled, she loved to rile up Lucy, she had found in the past that it would always make the sex just a little more fiery, more passionate, a lot more dirty.

The girls quickly got ready for the appointment. They changed into their bikinis and headed to the spa. They checked in and waited in the seating area for their masseuse. Lucy leaned into Ona. “I definitely would have had you screaming my name in that time.” 

Ona chuckled. “Stop. Try and calm down, you’re going to have someone touching you, I don’t want you all worked up for them.” 

Lucy ignored that, and continued.

“I just hope you know that I brought the big one, the one that you beg me to go slow with.”

Ona felt the chills go up her back from Lucy's words. She felt her cunt tighten, thinking about that exact strap Lucy was referring to. 

“Fuck, Lucy.” Ona whispeared.

Before Ona could respond, with a full sentence, not that she really could have, her mind had turned to mush, two women came into the waiting room.

“Hi, I’m Sarah, I’m here for Lucy.” A blonde woman smiled at the pair. 

“That's me.” Lucy smiled.

“And you must be Ona. I’m Sam.” The tall brunette masseuse smiled at the younger girl. 

Lucy didn’t miss the way the masseuse eyed up Ona. 

“That's me.” Ona smiled.

“Perfect.” Sam's grin was devilish. Lucy didn’t like it one bit.

The women sat next to each of the girls, talking about the session and what it would involve. Even though Lucy was trying to listen, her eyes kept wandering over to Ona and the tall brunette. They were speaking Catalan. The women had heard Ona’s accent and of course she happened to also be Catalonian too. So even though Lucy knew a lot of Spanish, she wasn't able to pick up the conversation. Especially at the rate they were speaking. Whatever they were talking about must have been funny because Ona was constantly laughing at the pretty brunette. And for some particular reason Sam had to constantly keep touching Ona’s bare thigh. 

“So does that sound good, Lucy?” Sarah asked.

Lucy was pulled out of her stare off, with the back of Sam's head. “Hmm? Oh yeah, that's great.” She nodded. 

“Great. I’m just going to grab some bits and we’ll head over.” 

Lucy nodded and smiled, she wasn't even sure what treatment she had agreed on.

“Grcias Sam.” Ona smiled. Sam walked out of the room, possibly doing the same thing Sarah was doing. Ona looked over at Lucy, who looked a bit flustered. 

“Hey, what are you getting?” Ona asked.

“Oh erm, the Swedish rock salt, tissue massage.” Lucy was sure that's what Sarah said. “You?”

“Sam suggested I get a full body deep tissue massage. She said it's the best type for what we do.”

“Hmm, so she knows who you are?” 

“Yeah, she's actually not far from my town.”

“Hmm, small world.” Lucy smiled, but it was her weird smile. Ona knew that smile.

The women came back, holding white robes. They followed each woman to their own rooms. The pair smiled as they separated. Lucy noticing once more how Sam’s eyes roamed over Ona. Even though this was meant to be a relaxing moment, Lucy was far from relaxed. She couldn't stop thinking about Ona in the other room, being touched by the other woman. 

“Okay, so you’re very tight on your shoulders, I’m going to work on that for a bit. Just try to relax, you feel very tense.” Sarah said.

Lucy hummed. Even though Sarah had no clue about why Lucy was currently very tense right now, she knew she was right, she needed to relax. She tried. Though she couldn't stop the thoughts of Sam’s hands going an inch too high up Ona’s towel, or an inch too low down her back. Or if she made Ona moan from her touches, what if she made those cute sexy noises that only Lucy pulled from her. Lucy may have regretted teasing Ona before the session.

The 45 minutes had passed. Lucy got dressed and thanked Sarah, though the girl was only more tense. Lucy waited in the waiting room for Ona, even though they both had a 45 minute treatment, Lucy waited another 15 minutes before she saw Ona. The girl had a giant dopey smile on her face. Her cheeks had a pink flush to it. Her hair had been in her neat classic bun before she went in the room with Sam, but now it was down and messy. The girl literally looked like she had just been fucked. And Lucy would know, she had made her look like that plenty of times.

“How was it?” Ona asked, her voice sounded rough.

“Good, you?” 

“Soooo good, I don’t think I’ve ever had it like that before. She knew what she was doing.” Ona smiled.

“Hmm, good, good. Why so long?” 

“Ohh, it was her last session, she gave me head,- a head massage.” Ona started to bun her hair back up.

Lucy raised her brows at Ona’s words. “Ohhh, nice of her.” 

Ona nodded, not noticing Lucy's clear annoyance, or if she did she was ignoring it. 

“Yeah. I’m hungry. Shall we grab something to eat? 

“Sure.” 

The girls grabbed lunch in the hotel. Lucy had calmed down after Ona snaked her hand in hers, mindlessly stroking her knuckles, something that Lucy loved. She knew she was just being jealous, not having sex for so long probably made it worse. Her body was ready to combust and the quick make out session they had in the hotel room before really didn't help.

They sat at the hotel's beach, soaking in the sun, finally relaxing. She looked over at Ona laying on her front, her beautiful arse cheeks swallowing the bikini. Lucy had to lick her lips, making sure she wasn't actually dribbling.

“Do you want a drink? I’ll go to the bar.”

Ona smiled, pushing her glasses down. “Can I get a strawberry daiquiri, please?” 

Lucy kissed Ona deeply, holding the back of her head. “Of course you can.” 

Lucy made her way to the bar, she ordered the drinks then noticed the TV. The bar was playing the football, it was Chelsea vs Man City, a game she was hoping to watch. She took a seat at the bar, waiting for the cocktail to be made, but also wanting to get comfy as she watched on. 

Lucy had a few favourite things in this world, and watching football was one of them. Fucking Ona until she couldnt feel her legs no more was another. Playing football was another. Ona probably couldn't tell you in what order that went from top to bottom. 

It had been 10 minutes Ona looked towards the bar, wondering where her girlfriend was, she wasn't worried, they were still at the hotel. She knew when Lucy was in a good mood the girl could make friends with anyone, so she imagined she was maybe talking to a fan or something. Another 10 minutes and still nothing, that’s when Ona heard that very familiar roar of a bar that she realised why Lucy had not returned. Of course. 

“How's your head?” Ona looked up to see Sam the masseuse. With the way Sam was smiling at Ona, she couldn’t help but think Sam was trying to have a double meaning with that question. 

“A lot better thank you. I definitely feel more relaxed.” Ona smiled.

“Good, I’m glad to hear it, I've been told by many girls that my hands have relieved a lot of tension. My fingers know just where to hit those spots.” Sam’s smile was dangerous. 

She was coming on strong. Ona would normally politely turn down a girl who was flirting with her. But, Ona was annoyed with Lucy right now. They were meant to be on holiday, relaxing together, no phones, no screens, no interruptions. Ona also wouldn't have minded if she had watched it for 5 minutes and came back. But she had been gone for 30 minutes, Lucy had clearly got lost in the game.  

That's when Ona decided to make things interesting. She carried on speaking to Sam. She knew half time would have to be any minute now. And just like clock work, she did, just in perfect timing, she could see Lucy getting up from the bar. Putting her plan in motion. 

“Sam. Could you get my back, please. I can feel it getting red.” 

Sam couldn't have moved quick enough. She took the bottle of sun cream from Ona’s hand and began to rub her back. Ona even undid her bikini straps at her neck, making a show of it. And that show had finally caught the attention of green eyes. Lucy's green eyes. 

Ona closed her eyes and stretched her neck as Sam pressed her fingers deeply into her muscles. She could hear Lucy was close. So she moaned. She didn’t even have to put it on too much, as Sam did genuinely have magic fingers. Ona let out another groan, but this time it turned into a small whimper. 

Lucy wasn't a violent person, but she wanted nothing more than to rugby tackle Sam to the floor. She watched as her fingers slowly rubbed against Ona’s skin, she even made Ona arch as she hit spots that not even Lucy could hit, because she didn’t know what muscle even did that. As she got closer she even heard Ona moan, then she heard her whimper. That was the whimper that only Lucy made her do. Now here she was watching her girlfriend moan for another woman right in front of her.

“I didn’t realise the hotel offered massages outside the spa.” Lucy almost growled. 

“Oh, hey babe, Sam was passing by so I asked her to top up my cream.” Ona smiled.

Lucy knew that smile, she knew what Ona was doing. She continued.

“You were gone for a while. Did you get my drink?” Ona asked.

“Oh, yeah sorry. They’re playing the game, I just wanted to catch the last bit of it.” Lucy looked guilty. 

“Hmm. I see.” Ona nodded. 

“Here's your drink.” Lucy passed over Ona a warm, cocktail, even as she passed it she realised how stupid this looked. 

Sam decided to involve herself in the conversation. “Aye, that drink is no good. I can make a better cocktail than this. Give me 5 minutes, I’ll be right back.” 

Ona smiled widely up at Sam. “Oh thank you. You don’t have to do that.” 

Sam laughed, responding in their mother tongue, making Ona giggle.

Lucy had to hold her fists by her side. Her anger for Sam growing all the more. She sat down in her deck chair. Looking at the younger girl. “Sorry Ona. I was gone for too long. 

“You were.” She only confirmed. 

“I’m sorry. I know we said no screens, I just got carried away.” She grabbed Ona’s hand kissing the back of it, making Ona smile at her. 

“It's okay. You can make it up to me.” She smirked, not looking at Lucy.

Lucy was relieved to see Ona wasn't actually angry. She moved in close to her girlfriend, kissing her neck, she could taste the salt from her sweat, she sucked on her skin, relishing in the way Ona gasped. 

“I’d do anything to make you smile.”

Just like Sam promised she was back in 5 minutes, much to Lucy's dismay.. 

“Here you go, this my own personal cocktail. I call it ‘The big O.”  She winked.

Even though Sam was rude enough to flirt openly with Ona, she had also made a cocktail for Lucy. Ona sat up taking the glass from Sam.

“Ohh it looks amazing. Thank you Sam.” Ona smiled. She wrapped her lips around the pink straw and hummed. “Wow, that's really good. Try it Luce.” 

Lucy rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. She imagined Ona was just being polite, she took her own sip. Wow, yeah, no, that was good. It was maybe the best cocktail she had ever had. But Sam didn't need to know that.

“Bit sweet for me. Thank you though.” 

Sam smiled. “That's okay, everyone has a type, no? Anyways, enjoy the sun. Intenta no cremar, nena bonica.” She winked at Ona as she walked off.

Lucy was seething, she might not be an expert at the language but she knew enough to know she had just called Ona. 

“I don’t like her.” Lucy grunted.

Ona chuckled, she loved Lucy like this. “Oh stop. She's just doing her job.” 

Lucy folded her arms like a sulking toddler. Ona could only smile at her girlfriends cute, jealous antics as she drank the delicious cocktails.

The evening arrived, the girls rushed up to their rooms to get ready for another reservation Ona had made, it was only for dinner but it was a balcony view that you had to book in advance. If Ona knew how worked up the pair was going to be she would have just ordered room service. Lucy of course couldn't keep her hands off of the younger girl as she came out of the shower, slapping Ona’s arse cheeks as she walked past her. 

They arrived for their dinner reservation, and Ona was grateful she had the willpower to stop Lucy’s hand creeping into her underwear just before they left the hotel room. The view was breathtaking, it overlooked the sea and the other islands. The sun was halfway to setting, making the sky a beautiful pink and orange colour. The girls had their dinner, happy to be in one another's company. They had needed this, just them, nothing in their way. Even though they both had wanted to tear each other's clothes off every waking minute, this was something they needed. Catching up with certain bits of their lives that they hadn't been able to in a while. 

The girls finished their dinner and headed to the beach. The hotel had an event each night for the guests. Tonight was salsa dancing. Lucy and Ona sat at a table waiting for the entertainment. A pretty waitress came over to take their order.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” She looked at Lucy, a shy smile on her face.

“Hi, can I please get a beer. Ona?” Lucy looked over.

“A strawberry daiquiri please.” 

The waitress smiled at Lucy. “No, problem.” She walked off to get their drinks.

“Someones a fan.” Ona rolled her eyes.

“She’s just being friendly.” Lucy chuckled.

The girl returned with their orders. “Here you go Miss Bronze.” 

Lucy didn't stop the grin on her face. “Thank you.” 

“And your martini.” She handed Ona the drink.

“Oh erm, I didn't order this.” 

“No? Oh, I’m sorry. I must have gotten a bit flustered, I’m a really big fan.” She eyed Lucy up with absolutely no shame. “What was it you ordered?” 

Ona stared at the waitress. Her normally soft eyes turned angry.

“A strawberry daiquiri.” 

“That’s right, sorry. I'll grab that for you now.”

“Thank you. Don’t stress, we all make mistakes.” Lucy smiled. 

The waitress put her hand on Lucy's naked muscle. “Thank you.”

Ona rolled her eyes, seething in her seat. Out of the two Ona was definitely the more jealous one. 

This time it wasnt the waitress that came over, it was Sam, again. Did she not take a break?

“Hola, I saw the mix up. Sorry about that, I took the liberty of making my ‘Big O’ you look like you need it.”

“Sam! Thank you! I wanted to ask if they served it but you mentioned it was your own cocktail.” She sucked on her straw.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Do you work on every section or?”

Ona nudged Lucy under the table.

Sam chuckled. “I do work a lot of the hotel, si. I’m actually working in the entertainment tonight.”

“Of course you are.” Lucy muttered under her breath, Sam nor Ona heard her.

“So, Ona did you want to take up my offer for the message session?”

“What's this?” Lucy asked.

“Sam said I needed more work done to my upper thighs and lower back. She said I had a lot of tension there.”

“Si, I offered for her to have another treatment. Her body needs some extra attention in those areas. She's very tight. I could release her from that tension.” Sam smiled at Ona.

“I’ll definitely let you know. We have a few days planned.” Ona smiled, sipping on Sam's cocktail.

“Please do, it would be my pleasure.” Sam smirked as she walked away. 

Lucy could see the newspapers already. ‘Bronze turned boxer.’ or ‘Lucy Ali’ 

“She couldn't be any more obvious if she tried.” Lucy sneered.

Ona grabbed her hand, and kissed her knuckles. “It doesn't matter. It's you who I want. It's you who will be fucking me later. It's you who I love.”

Lucy couldn't hold back the shiver that kissed her skin. She leaned into Ona’s face, kissing the girl with a passion Ona hadn't felt in a while. Just as they pulled apart the lights dimmed, and the stage lit up. Music boomed in from the speakers, salsa dancers came onto the stage. 

The entertainment was amazing, the girls were enjoying themselves. The first show finished and the audience clapped for the dancers. 

It wasn't until a familiar face came on stage that Lucy felt her shoulders drop. Sam came on stage in traditional salsa wear. It was a very different sight for the uniform she wore before. She had a beautiful body, her curves sat in the black dress perfectly. The music began, her and the male partner danced the tango, it was undeniably one of the sexiest dancers two people could do. 

The dance came to an end, the crowd clapped loudly for Sam and her partner. They bowed and the male dancer walked off stage. 

“Thank you, now it is your turn. I need a partner. I'm going to pick two volunteers, and I don’t take no for an answer.” Sam’s eyes landed on the shorter brunette.

Lucy's stomach dropped.

Sam stepped down off the stage, she pointed at one man who stood up quickly, making his way on the stage. She didn't have to walk very far as she put her hand out for Ona to take.

Lucy could tell Ona wasn't sure what to do, her big brown doe eyes looked almost worried. Lucy didn't want that. Yes, she could be jealous and possessive but she wouldn't actually want Ona to feel like she couldn't do something because of her jealousy. That’s not how she wanted this relationship. 

Ona stared at her, needing some kind of confirmation, she wouldn’t do it if Lucy would genuinely be hurt. She saw the small smile and nod that Lucy gave her, giving her the green light. She took Sam’s hand, allowing her to be led to the stage. 

“Can I please have a round of applause for my volunteers. Please tell us your names.” 

“I’m Craig.” The guy smiled.

“I’m Ona.” 

Lucy did the loudest wolf whistle she could muster, causing Ona to giggle. 

“Okay, the challenge is to dance. Whoever can keep up with me wins. If you forget or falter you are out. The winner wins a bottle of champagne.” Sam said. 

Now, it doesn’t matter what the prize is. Ona and Lucy will want to win everytime, even if the prize is just to gloat. So, yeah, Lucy was going to cheer Ona on. Even if Sam was very obvious and wanted her girl. They needed to win. 

Sam went through some steps with the pair. Very basic at first, just a one, two step, dip kind of thing. Ona and Craig stayed on count. Lucy couldn’t help but watch as Ona’s hips made an easy step look so sexy. Sam gave them more steps, getting more technical and faster, the audience cheered as they kept up with her. 

“Well done, now we put it to the test. You will dance the steps. I will jump in with you, whoever can keep with me the longest, wins.” 

It would be impossible for either of them to keep up with her, she was a professional dancer, but that was probably the point. Sam pointed to the guy to go first. The music started and he began to dance, he kept up with the basic steps. The crowd cheered him on, he wasn't too bad. Sam then stepped closer taking his hands to dance with him. As soon as she made it faster he messed up. 

The audience clapped for his efforts. Sam strode up to Ona. The music started to play again and Ona did the steps. Lucy knew Ona could dance, she always looked so easy and free when she did, her body could move like a snake. So, she looked very natural with these steps. Sam then took Onas hands and began to dance with her, Lucy noticed Sam's hand placements straight away, one on her hip verging on her arse, the other clasped with her hand.

She made the steps quicker but Ona kept up easily, Sam pushed herself closer to the shorter girl, looking down at her. The girl was taller than Lucy, so Ona looked even tinier next to her. 

Sam smirked down at Ona, realising she could actually dance. She began to twirl Ona’s smaller body, bringing her back into her chest, faces inches from her own. If Lucy didn't hate Sam she would have thought it was actually quite sexy. Ona and Sam were wearing very samilair dresses, making the dance even more in sync. Sam spun Ona again and dipped her backwards. Ona must have hid this talent from Lucy because she was keeping up with Sam no problem, she looked like a professional dancer. Her face was as focused as it was on a football pitch. 

Sam brought her to her body again, Ona’s thigh slipped between Sams as they danced closely, Sam's hands slipped into Ona’s hair and made a circular motion. Ona’s eyes closed as she was moved around easily. Okay, yeah, Lucy was horny, and jealous?

Sam twirled the petite girl once more and brought Ona’s back to her chest. She brought her face close to Ona’s neck, her lips barely just touching Ona’s skin, then twirled her again. She began to slowly dip Ona backwards, her hand gliding up the girl's thigh, revealing her muscular leg. She pushed her thigh high, against her own body, it looked so sexual, it almost felt like you were interrupting something. Her face came close to Ona’s lips then, down her neck, then down her chest. 

Lucy was feeling many different feelings right now, and horny was the biggest one, but she was also so proud of Ona. She didn’t know the girl could dance like that. The music ended and Sam slowly brought Ona back up to her feet, both smiling and out of breath. 

The hotel guest jumped to their feet and cheered, including Lucy. Ona looked straight at her girlfriend, happy to see her smiling. 

Sam lifted Ona’s hand and bowled, she then took a step back to let Ona have the moment. Lucy looked at her girlfriend, she was slightly out of breath, her face was flushed, her once neat hair tousled. Lucy needed her. 

Sam whispered something in Ona’s ear but that girl was paying her no attention, she could feel the way Lucy was looking at her. In this very moment it was just her and Lucy, her green eyes were undressing her body. 

Sam brought over the cold champagne. “Ona, everybody!” The crowd clapped once more. Ona thanked Sam while taking her prize. She made quick steps towards Lucy. 

“Room. Now” 

That's all Ona needed to say and Lucy was up.

Ona gasped as her back hit the wall of their hotel room. Lucy’s mouth was all over her neck. Her tongue sucked, and licked at her bare skin. She was leaving marks. Ona could tell. She couldn't stop her even if she wanted to. Lucy was lost in a haze, biting and sucking her skin in between her lips. She wanted to mark the girl. Make a point that she was hers. No one else's. 

“Fuck, Luce.” Ona struggled to see straight. 

“You liked it didn't you? All day. Making me jealous? Hmm?” Lucy asked. 

Ona smirked. “Sí, I did.” 

Lucy hummed. “I guess I’ll have to remind you who you belong to.” She gave Ona a particularly sharp bite to the neck. Making the girl cry out. 

She grabbed the shorter brunette by the waist, her lips attached to hers. She kissed Ona deeply, almost roughly. She cradled the back of her head as she moved them to the foot of the bed. Ona moaned at the sheer strength of Lucy's tongue, pushing its way into her mouth, taking full control of the kiss. She pulled back.

“Strip. Get on the bed.” Lucy commanded. 

Ona nodded, striping herself of her clothes. 

The older brunette made her way to their suitcase, looking for her strap. Lucy removed her clothes, leaving her completely naked. She pulled the harness up her strong thighs, adjusting the thick strap between her legs. She heard a small gasp behind her. She turned around to see Ona on her back, her head on the pillows with her hand between her legs. Lucy smirked, she loved watching Ona pleasure herself, she would watch her all day if she could, but she would always end up replacing Ona’s hand with her own, or her mouth. 

She slowly walked over to the bed, Ona’s fingers were glistening with her juices, her eyes closed tightly as she circled her sensitive clit. Lucy watched as her girlfriend started to lose herself in her own pleasure, her small whimpers and whines making Lucy lose her calm resolve. She wanted to be inside her. She kneeled on the bed and slowly crawled to the petite women, trying not to make too much movement. She was like a moth to the flame, mesmerised by Ona, she couldn't take her eyes away from her glistening lips, her own mouth watering at the sight in front of her. 

The taller brunette brought her lips to Ona’s thigh, kissing the sensitive flesh. Ona smiled, feeling her girlfriends lips on her, she opened her eyes watching Lucy crawl closer to her.

“Kiss me.” Ona whispered. 

Lucy moved higher up Ona’s thighs, closer to her sex, Lucy could smell how wet Ona was, the buds on her tongue watering at the thought of tasting her. She couldn't wait any longer, she would normally tease Ona a lot more, kiss her all over her petite body, make her beg for her, but she had waited too long. She dipped her head to Ona’s core, causing Ona to move her hand away. She took one long lick up her folds onto the sensitive bud. 

“No, Luce kiss me, please.” 

Lucy lifted her head up, Ona was looking down at her, pleading for her. She could never deny Ona anything, especially like this. She crawled up to the shorter brunette, her body was so small under hers. She made sure to let the dick rub against Ona’s body as she moved, reminding her exactly what she was going to do to her. Reminding her exactly who Ona belonged to.

Ona squirmed as she felt the thick rubber press against her. She grabbed Lucy's face and brought their lips together. Ona tried to take control but Lucy didn't allow it, she roughly pushed her tongue into Ona’s making her gasp. The older brunette was losing patience, and Ona could tell. Her strong hips started to move against Ona’s body, she wanted to fuck her, she wanted to here Ona scream her name.

But so did Ona. She wasn't the only one who got riled up by jealousy tonight. Yeah, Lucy maybe had to endure it a lot more, but Ona also knew Lucy was about to wreck her. And she knew she could go for hours if she wanted to. And Ona needed to come now, not in a couple of hours, while Lucy made her beg. The petite girl wrapped her leg around Lucy's body and easily flipped them. Lucy was on her back with Ona on top, smiling down proudly at her own strength.

“You’re so easy Luce.” The shorter brunette whispered into her ear, making Lucy shiver.

“I’m going to ride your face until I’m satisfied, then you can do what you want with me. Does that sound good, baby?”

Lucy nodded quickly. This was the Ona people didn't get to see, (for obvious reasons.) The sweet doe eye Spaniard could be just as dominating as the brunette beneath her. Maybe even more.

She quickly crawled up Lucy's body, ready to take what she wanted from her. She planted her thighs next to Lucy's head and lowered her wet pussy onto Lucy's hot mouth. 

“Fuck.” Ona’s eyes closed as she dropped her head back. As soon as she felt Lucy's soft mouth on her painfully throbbing clit she couldn't wait. She moved her hips into Lucy's mouth, she snaked her fingers into the dark roots of Lucy's hair, and grinded her hips. Lucy wrapped her hands around Ona's hips, helping her guide her movements. She lapped at Ona’s cunt, her thick juices covered her tongue, the girl was wet. Lucy swallowed the mouthful of fluids, moaning as she felt the wetness glide down her throat.  

Ona had one hand in Lucy's hair the other on the head board, giving her full control in how she moved her body against Lucy's skillful tongue. She was dominating the situation, and Lucy was happy enough to be used for Ona’s pleasure. She loved when Ona took charge, the dominant energy in her would switch off so easily, and allow the normally softer lover to take what she wanted. 

Lucy wrapped her lips around Ona’s soft bundle of nerves, making the girl groan loudly, her hips becoming more rough. She knew Lucy could take it. She could feel the swell in her stomach grow. She grabbed Lucy's head with both hands and began to fuck her face, she could hear how wet she was as Lucy slurped on her velvety folds. 

“Hmm, Lucy, your mouth. Are you swallowing?” 

Lucy hummed. Ona had a kink for Lucy swallowing her essence, she loved to hear the girl's throat drinking her down. Especially when she came, she would hold Lucy's head down to make sure she cleaned and swallowed every bit of her up. Not letting her move until she was happy. 

Ona felt the tickling vibration from Lucy's mouth. She smiled down at the girl as she fucked her face. “Good girl. Make sure you swallow when I come.”

Lucy hummed again. Sending sweet vibrations into the petite girl. “Fuck, Lucy, Just like that, Dont stop.”

Ona grinded her hips deep into Lucy's mouth. Her thighs started to shake. The grip in Lucy's hair was almost painful. She let out a cry as she felt Lucy suck perfectly on her clit. She came hard against the girl's tongue. Lucy groaned as she felt Onas wetness slowly drip into her mouth. Swallowing it as loudly as she could. Ona slowed her movements, trying to catch her breath. She looked down at her beautiful girlfriend, licking and cleaning her up. She gently stroked Lucy's hair back. 

“You’re so good. So good.” 

Lucy hummed as she continued licking and swallowing, catching every drop she could. Ona didn't move, she stayed on Lucy's face, enjoying the feeling of her tongue stroking her sensitive folds. They stayed like this for a while, until Ona decided she wanted more. She began to move her hips again, gently this time. Allowing Lucy to move at the pace she wanted. 

Lucy looked up at Ona, she watched as her girlfriend's body gently rocked against her mouth. She looked breathtaking. Her long brown chestnut hair dripped down her chest and back, her eyes were closed as she was lost in the pleasure of Lucy's mouth. She began to make small whimpers as she approached her second orgasm. She came again, crying as she flung her head back in pleasure. Lucy swallowed and suckled just the way the Spaniard liked. Ona gasped as Lucy caressed her with her tongue, finally not able to take anymore, she lifted herself off the older girl and dropped on the bed beside her.

“Your mouth’s amazing.” Ona breathed out. 

Lucy chuckled, she sat up looking at Ona’s body next to her, she could see the bruises forming on her neck from her earlier assault. Her cunt was aching looking at her.

Lucy wasn't a rough lover, she definitely liked to take control and be in charge but she wasnt rough. But with all the emotions of jealousy running through her, seeing Sam's hands all over her girlfriend's body woke something up in her. She moved to the end of the bed, she leaned forward and grabbed Ona by her waist, easily moving the girl. Ona yelped.

“On your knees.”

Ona looked shocked by the sudden change in Lucy's mood. She dropped to her knees in front of Lucy. Ona saw the huge appendage between Lucy's legs, it was their biggest toy, Ona enjoyed using it now and again but a lot of the time Lucy had to go slow. So it wasn't their most used item.

Ona didn’t feel as cocky as she did before, staring down Lucy’s huge strap.

“Open.” 

Ona nodded her head, she opened her mouth and took in the tip of the dick. Lucy's hands snaked into her lose her, guiding her head down the dick. She stopped before she got half way, the girth of the toy was already stretching out her lips.

“That’s it baby.” Lucy started to move her hips forward, pushing Ona’s head back against the mattress. Ona’s hands were on the older brunette's thighs. Lucy removed her hands and pushed them above her head, onto the mattress. Making her press deeper into Ona’s mouth. The spaniard gagged as Lucy began to slowly fuck her face against the bed. 

“You look so good Ona, you're taking it so well. Don’t stop baby.” 

Ona felt the thick plastic slide its way down her throat. Ona could tell Lucy was definitely about to take out some pent up anger on her throat. And that was exactly what the Spaniard wanted, she knew she pushed Lucy today. 

Lucy’s hip started to pick up pace, she held Ona’s wrist in one hand the other gripping at her head. Ona moaned at the new speed, she could feel herself dripping, being used like this from Lucy was a rarity, Lucy looked down at Ona, her doe like eyes were prickling with tears. Her lips sliding up and down the appendage. 

“You drive me crazy Ona.” Lucy pushed deeper. 

Ona’s head was basically trapped between Lucy and the mattress, she could feel her breathing getting more difficult as the dick took up most of the space in her throat, restricting her of air. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, she started to choke around Lucy's dick. Lucy pulled back, Ona gasped as air hit her lungs again. Her spit was attached to the tip of the strap. Lucy smiled down at her. 

“Take some more.” Lucy pushed her dick back to Ona’s swollen lips. 

Ona opened her mouth, ready for what Lucy would want to give her. 

“So, you enjoy making me jealous?” Lucy snapped.

Ona’s eyes squeezed shut as Lucy pushed herself deeper into her mouth. 

“You liked making me angry? Liked flirting with your little girlfriend?”

Ona moaned, angry Lucy was a sexy Lucy. Spit started to dribble from her mouth at Lucy's pace.

“Look at you, you love it don't you, Ona? You love being a little brat.” 

Lucy finally slid the whole strap down Ona’s throat, pushing the base perfectly against her clit. She rocked her hips into Ona’s face, thoroughly face fucking the girl. Ona began to choke on the thick plastic, tears rolled down her face.

Lucy pulled out of Ona’s mouth, not wanting to actually hurt the girl. Ona coughed and sputtered as she was able to breathe again. Lucy grabbed Ona by her arms and threw her on the bed like she was nothing, another thing Ona went wild for, Lucy's strength, the girl could carry her around like she was nothing, and when she was angry, like she was now, it would always came into play.

Lucy didn't wait around, she sunk two fingers into Ona’s core. The girl gasped at the new intrusion between her legs, Lucy couldn't help but smile at the beautiful noise that escaped Ona’s mouth. 

“So tight Ona, you need to open up for me.” Lucy purred in the girl's ear.

“Fuck, Luce.” Ona groaned, Lucy picked up the pace quickly, the obscene noise that came between Ona’s legs was pornagraphic. She was so wet from Lucy fucking her face, and Lucy knew it. Ona loved rough sex, Lucy did too, but she was always the one to make sure Ona was okay with everything they did. They had their colours, they knew the limits, and Lucy knew Ona would stop her if she ever needed to, the same went for Lucy.

Lucy removed her fingers from Ona and rubbed her wetness over the strap, covering the dick in Ona’s natural lube. The girl had a lot of it. She lined herself up, looking down at Ona’s pussy. 

“You ready baby?”

“Please Lucy, I need you.” 

Lucy pushed the head off the very girthy dick into Ona’s dripping cunt. She would normally let Ona get used to the thickness but today she didn't have the composure. She pushed her hips until she bottomed out into Ona, causing the girl to whimper with each inch that pushed past her tight walls. 

“Fuck Ona.” Lucy knew she couldn't actually feel it, but the noises Ona made alone drove her crazy. She started to grind her hips into Ona, the shorter girl whimpered in her ears as she took what Luct gave her.

“L-Lu- cy!” Ona groaned out as she felt Lucy speed up, the pain quickly turned into pleasure as her pusy swallowed her. 

“You’re mine, Ona.”  Lucy grunted.

“Si. Si. Yours.”

“Don’t ever forget that.” Lucy started to suck on Ona’s skin. Making more marks. 

Ona couldn't talk, the pace of Lucy's hips was unforgiving. Lucy was lost in her own world, fucking the girl beneath her. She grabbed Onas leg and lifted it over her shoulder, pushing herself ever deeper into the petite girl. She groaned at the tightness of the girl. Ona groaned deeply, swearing and muttering between English and Catalan. Lucy was working her body hard, all that pent up anger being used on her body, it only made Ona more wet, building up another orgasm.

Lucy could feel the base of the strap hitting her perfectly. 

“You’re taking it so well baby. You didn't even make me go slow, you’re so good. So good for me.” 

Lucy's words pushed Ona further to her climax. Her body was sweating underneath Lucys, the girl's stamina was a curse and a blessing.

“I’m going to come Lucy.” 

“No, just a little more baby. Wait for me, just a little more.” 

Ona gritted her teeth as Lucy used her body to chase her climax, her own knot in her stomach was stepping dangerously close to the edge. She knew if she came Lucy wouldn't stop, and she didn't think she could take that kind of work on her body right now. So she tried her best to hold on. 

Lucy's hips moved a fraction deeper inside the Spaniard, getting herself closer to her end goal. But it only made it harder for Ona. 

“L-L.” 

“Shhh baby.” Lucy brought her hand up to stroke Ona’s sweaty head. “You can take it. Just a little more. Give me a little more.” She grunted, closing her eyes, as her clit started to throb. She looked down at the beautiful girl below. Her big brown eyes looked up at Lucy, there was so much love in those eyes, so much trust. Pushing Lucy closer.

Ona sucked in her breath, she closed her eyes, her head was throbbing from the pressure of it all. Until she heard that unmistakable groan from the girl above. 

“Fuck, I’m coming.” 

Lucys hips pushed deeper into Ona, the girl let out a high pitched cry as she was finally allowed to come. Lucy let out a deep groan, her hips never stopping, until her body reached that perfect release, pushing the girl deeper into the mattress. 

“Fuck.” Lucy panted into Ona’s sweaty neck. She gently pulled out of the younger girl, flopping beside her.

“You okay?” Lucy looked over at Ona.

Ona smiled. “So good.” 

The girls caught their breath. Lucy slipped off the harness. Ona rolled over to her girlfriend, and began to kiss her neck, sucking and biting her sweaty skin. Lucy gathered Ona’s hair in one hand and guided her down her stomach. 

“Give me your mouth baby.” 

Ona happily did what she was told, and made her way down Lucy's body, kissing her abs on the way down. She slowly kissed her hips, then slowly made her way down to the crease of Lucys lips. But she didn't touch her where she needed her. She slowly kissed over her wet lips instead, and began to kiss her thighs. She knew Lucy didn't have the patience for her teasing. The older brunette grabbed her chin.

“Keep teasing me, and I’ll fuck you over that balcony and let your little girlfriend see how loud you can be.” 

Ona chuckled. “I love you.” She smirked.

Lucy groaned. This girl was such a fucking tease. She smiled and stroked Ona’s face lovingly. “I love you baby. Now let me come in that pretty mouth.”

Ona wrapped her lips around Lucy's swollen clit. Lucy hissed at the first touch, she wasn't going to last long at all. Ona moaned as her girlfriend's arousal soaked her tongue, she began to suckle on the bundle of nerves just the way she knew Lucy loved. The older brunette, entangled her fingers into Ona’s long hair and started to fuck her face. Ona moaned at the grip on her hair as Lucy used her body once more to get off. 

“Just like that. You look so beautiful like this.” 

Ona moaned at Lucy's words. The girl grinded her hips into her mouth as Ona’s tongue hit her clit over and over again. 

“I’m coming. Don’t stop.” She pulled Ona closer into her core, keeping the girl where she needed her. Ona felt Lucy’s juices cover her tongue, she groaned at the amount of sheer wetness that flowed into her mouth. 

“Onaaa.” Lucy looked down at the girl, her tongue lapped up at her soaking cunt. 

She let Ona stay there for a little while, until it got too much. She moved her head away, laughing at Ona’s pout when the girl didnt want to move. Ona laid next to Lucy kissing her neck and snuggling next to her girlfriend.

“Best holiday ever.” Ona whispered.

“Hmm and it's only the first day.”

[layla4567]

A New Adventure

Pairing: Shanks x Fem!reader

Summary: The red-haired pirate ventures into the four seas to seek new horizons, suddenly he spots an unexplored island and finds a surprise.

Warnings: injuries and blood || English isn't my first language 😬 || maybe ooc (out of character) since It's been a long time since I wrote something about him and this series || use of y/n (in third person) || again, here Shanks doesn't lose his arm || a tiny bit of angst and spicy but mostly fluff || beta read

A/N: this was inspired in Pocahontas (and another animation movies), In fact I intend to make fics with Opla inspired by Disney movies (but it's just an idea, I don't promise anything lol)

Word count: 14k 😭

The cool breeze blew calmly and pleasantly, making the sails of Shanks' ship flutter. It had been weeks or maybe months since they had touched land, when you spend a lot of time at sea it was confusing to calculate the time, but every minute was enjoyed to the fullest.

The red-haired captain felt at one with the ocean, his ship was everything to him and his crew was like a family, with their flaws and virtues. Shanks was an adventurer by nature, indeed, and he enjoyed traveling. But the truth was that he missed stepping on solid ground. He had made this long journey to discover new lands and replenish supplies, so he couldn't wait to see a new and unknown island in the distance.

Shanks stepped away from the helm to attend to other matters and check that his crew was working as they should. Hongo was sorting out some vials filled with a strange liquid and other medical supplies. The captain approached him.

"Hey, do you need help?"

Hongo looked up to meet the captain's smile.

"No, It's ok, I'm almost done" - he said downplaying it.

Shanks nodded understandingly and his gaze turned towards the horizon. His smile had faded and he was serious, which was not very usual for him.

"Is everything alright?" - Hongo asked a bit worried.

Shanks looked at him startled. "Uh? oh yeah, everything is fine...".

He realized he didn't sound very convinced so he sighed.

"Ok you got me, the truth is I miss solid ground. The sea is not that bad at all but I need to find a new island, after all that is why I started this journey in the first place"

Hongo patted his shoulder. "I understand, but don't lose hope. Maybe the next island is closer than you think".

Neither of them could know that those words are about to come true.

..Across the sea..

A native woman from an island walked along whistling carefree. Her bare feet, simply adorned with shell bracelets, stepped on the fresh grass, tickling her. Her outfit blended in with the landscape, and every now and then she glanced from left to right as if searching for something.

"Come on, get out of wherever you are…" - She said in a whisper

Suddenly a rustling of leaves was heard behind her, she quickly turned around to see a bush moving slightly. She crouched down and began to move slowly and silently towards where she had heard that noise.

When she was a hand's length away from the bush, she quickly moved the leaves aside and growled like an animal.

"ROAAAWR!"

A high pitched screech was heard little girl fell on her back where she was hiding, then she started laughing along with the woman.

"You caught me again! How do you do it?"

"You're not very quiet, you know that?" - she laughed

Y/n hugged her little sister still on the ground and started tickling her. The air was filled with joy, she loved her sister above all things.

Both of them got up and brushed the dirt of their clothes. Mele was just 6 years old but they were very bounded, and y/n was quite protective with her.

"Do you wanna play again?" - Mele asked

"I think you have to go back to study, am i wrong?"

Before she could protest, Y/N's gaze turned towards the sea; something in the distance had caught her attention. Although she still wasn't sure what it was.

"Sister, what's that over there?"

Y/N didn't answer, she tried to scan the horizon and squint her eyes. Suddenly her face darkened, she had seen it. It was a ship.

A ship had never crossed this island, it was almost impossible to reach that place because it was so hidden. Y/N gently but authoritatively pushed her little sister.

"Come on Mele, go home"

She didn't want to scare her but it was important to keep her safe.

"But-"

"Home. Now"

Mele knew that when her sister got serious it was better to keep quiet and obey. She had a fiery temper and I didn't want to make her explode.

Reluctantly the little girl ran away. Y/n looked back towards the sea, how was it possible that a ship had come so close? I'm sure he didn't have good intentions.

..Back to the ship..

Shanks back at the helm had decided to cling to Hongo's words as a last hope, he had no other option. Suddenly in the distance he thought he saw a dot, a small dark dot that grew larger as the ship moved forward. With his heart beating hard, he waited for his crew member who was in charge of the spyglass to shout those 3 words to him that he wanted to hear so much.

"LAND IN SIGHT!"

It was like a breath of fresh air. The red-haired pirate closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then began to laugh out loud, full of joy.

"WE DID IT, WE FINALLY ARRIVED" - He shouted towards his crew as the others cheered and threw their hats in the air.

The excitement was felt in the air, with haste and impatience they approached the island to disembark. It was wide and full of vegetation, palm trees, bushes and the rarest fruits with colorful flowers could be seen with the naked eye. They docked the ship near a lonely beach and prepared to descend almost in droves.

The beach, though deserted, was beautiful. The sand was a pale pink and the water turquoise. Some pirates stayed on the ship to prepare and tidy the cabins as they planned to stay there for several days. Shanks set out to explore the great island.

"I'll be back in a minute! I'm going to walk around the place"

The red-haired man was ecstatic, he took a deep breath of the salty air and with a satisfied smile he entered the thick jungle that was a few meters in front of him. With his hands he pushed aside the leaves of different trees that blocked his vision. He had never been in a place like that before, there were fruits of different colors and shapes, birds that crossed the sky like kites uttering melodic cries, this was what he had expected.

Suddenly, and without realizing it because he was absorbed in the nature that surrounded him, Shanks arrived at a small village. The vegetation had become less dense, revealing a dozen low houses with thatched roofs and other resistant leaves. But the strangest thing was that there seemed to be nothing. How could it be that the island was deserted? Shanks didn't mind having found an unexplored place, but being the social butterfly that he is, he would get bored very quickly. The captain slowly approached the center of the village, everything seemed so silent.

However, the cry of a bird caught his attention. The blue bird was perched on a palm tree and seemed to be warning him about something. Shanks approached the palm tree while the bird rhythmically moved its head downwards, pointing at something. But before the pirate could do anything, a fuzzy silhouette ran out from the plants and away from there. It was so fast that the man could not see who it was.

"Wait, don't go!" - He blinked in confusion

But his scream came too late, that person was already gone. Perplexed Shanks turned to look around trying to find that mysterious and fugitive being. Not having success he walked away disappointed, but a few meters away he was knocked on the side by someone. Shanks uttered a grunt and they both fell to the ground. Somewhat in pain and confused, Shanks lay on his back on the ground while trying to wrestle with that person. Then the attacker placed himself on top of Shanks sitting on his belly and with his legs immobilized on both sides so that he could not escape. Everything happened so fast but the only thing he could feel was the edge of a dagger pressing against his neck.

"Who are you and what have you come to do to my people? And I warn you, choose your words carefully"

A woman's authoritative voice woke him from his daze. Focusing his eyes he saw the face of a native woman from the island. Her eyes bored into his in an intimidating way, yet Shanks thought her features were beautiful and soft. The captain let her have control, not because he couldn't beat her but because he liked the idea of ​​someone more dominant than him.

"Well, well. I've never seen such a beautiful woman".

Y/n didn't even flinch and continued to pierce him with her gaze, analyzing his face and trying to see any trace of evil. But no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find anything, his half smile was kind and his beautiful brown eyes seemed warmer than the sun. The woman tried to get those thoughts out of her head and concentrated on finding the right words.

"I asked you something. Answer."

The captain swallowed, still smiling and looking away. "I promise not to hurt you. I'm just an explorer of sorts. I came here looking for a new adventure."

and I think I found it, he thought

She still wary squinted her eyes a little without removing the knife from his throat.

"Don't worry, I'm not armed, you can search me if you want"

The latter was said with a hint of mischief. Y/n, who was not a fool, ignored his insinuation, even so she got up from above him and ordered him to get up, lightly hitting his leg with her foot. He obeyed and the woman quickly began to feel the sides of his body as a policeman would do. Shanks, smiling all the time, seemed to enjoy it while Y/n concentrated on trying to find some kind of knife but found nothing. Her hands reached her calves and went back up just to be completely sure. Y/n stood up looking at him with a frown.

"You were right, I didn't find anything.."

The captain put his hands on his hips with an even wider smile. "Did you need to double-check me?"

"Shut up" she rolled her eyes

Suddenly a high-pitched screech echoed through the air. The blue bird Shanks had seen earlier was circling overhead. It then gracefully descended to hover on a branch in front of them.

"You!"

Y/n pointed angrily at the bird as she moved closer to it.

"You gave me away, you bad bird!"

The bird began to cackle as if laughing while shaking its feathers. Then she whistled to him and he came flying to perch on her arm.

"Naughty boy" she whispered, smiling half-heartedly.

Shanks looked at everything with amusement. "I didn't know that bird was yours, what's its name?"

She was silent for a few seconds, undecided. Then she spoke.

"His name is Blue"

"And your name?" He asked smiling

There was a silence before she could speak "... Y/n"

His smile widened "Well, I'm glad Blue turned you in, otherwise I would never have met you."

The red-haired captain kept looking into the beautiful woman's eyes while she looked away. She wouldn't give in easily, she still didn't know if she could trust him.

Steeling herself, before he could say anything she looked at him and said, "Alright, explorer." She said with a hint of irony. "I don't care how far you've come or how many people you've brought here. I'm just warning you to get out of here soon. You're not welcome."

Shanks was surprised by her seriousness and her steel-cold gaze, however he felt a hint of admiration when he noticed how she defended her home. Y/n didn't wait for an answer and turned around and walked away with Blue flying above her. The red-haired man quickly followed her without giving up.

"Please wait, why do you say I'm not welcome?"

"Isn't it obvious? This island is sacred, our people live in community and harmony. The fact that a stranger steps on these lands is already a symbol of danger and instability. You cannot stay a second longer."

Shanks remained silent as he pondered. He had never stopped following her and had no idea where she was going, but he didn't want to lose her. Now the pirate was in a moral dilemma, should he stay and continue admiring the landscapes and its people or should he respect the sacred place and leave? He was in that when suddenly Y/n stopped abruptly raising an arm to stop him.

"What happe-"

She silenced him, she had heard something. Y/n shook her head, beside her and in the distance she had heard leaves rustling and footsteps. They weren't heavy steps but light and soft. Suddenly she saw the silhouette of a little girl who was absentmindedly looking at the ground while humming happily. Mele.

"I told you to stay home, brat.." she whispered desperately.

"What? Who is she? And wh-"

"Shh!! She mustn't see us, come hide!"

The woman grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him towards a thick bush, just like the hide and seek games she played with her little sister. They both crouched down and held their breath as their faces were very close to each other. The woman ignored him and occasionally poked her head out to see where Mele was.

Shanks couldn't stop staring at the native woman's features, he was completely mesmerized by her beauty. He had met many women in his life but none like her. Meanwhile Mele continued humming and collecting pretty flowers and leaves to make a bouquet. Before the captain could say anything Y/n stepped forward and said

"She's my sister and quite a gossip if you ask me." she said through clenched teeth. "If she sees you, we're screwed."

Y/n turned her gaze to see the pirate and met his sweet gaze and a kind smile that she thought was shit-eating.

"Could you please take off that stupid face and pay attention to what I'm saying?" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh but I heard every word, so you're afraid that your little sister will see you with a handsome man like me?" he mocked

He thought it was fun to make her angry while she rolled her eyes again and sighed annoyed.

"You are a complete idiot, and I thought it was just your face… listen to me carefully because I won't repeat it again. If my sister sees you, she will tell every inhabitant of the island she knows and in turn they will tell others and so the news will continue to grow like a snowball! So stay here and shut up!" She said without taking her eyes off Mele.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad. I'm good with kids."

Shanks then stood up and calmly came out of his hiding place as he approached the girl naturally as if he had known her all his life.

"What?! No!!"

Y/n exclaimed pleadingly and desperately but it was in vain. That man was running out of her patience. She remained in her hiding place clenching her fists and watching as the pirate spoke to Mele as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, little one, what's your name?"

The little girl who was crouching was startled and jumped up with wide eyes. Shanks giggled cutely.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Shanks."

He crouched down to be at the girl's height. She, sensing that the man was not bad, came a little closer, cautiously while holding the bouquet of flowers as if it were a life preserver.

"I-I am Mele..."

He smiled pleased. "Alright, Mele. What a pretty name."

She smiled proudly and happily, while Y/n behind the bush couldn't believe how he had already gained her trust in so few seconds. The red-haired man pointed at the flowers that Mele was carrying in her hands.

"They are very beautiful flowers, are they for someone special?"

Mele nodded, "They're for my sister and my mom who's waiting for me at home. In fact, I can't find my sister. Have you seen her?"

Y/n began to sweat cold, what if Shanks gave her away? Would he be capable of betraying her? She prayed with all her might that it wouldn't be like that. Shanks sneaked a glance at the bush but Mele didn't seem to notice.

"Well I have no idea what your sister looks like, but I'm sure I would recognize her anywhere and so far I haven't seen anyone" he said smiling.

Mele let out a disappointed oh, while Y/n closed her eyes and sighed in relief. In an attempt to adjust her cramped legs, she accidentally stepped on a branch, making a noise. Shanks and Mele turned to look at the bush.

"Well, I think we found her" He smiled mischievously

The blushing woman stood up and walked in long strides towards where the two of them were and then stood with her arms akimbo, very serious and embarrassed.

"SISTER!!!"

Mele hugged her waist tightly as if she were a snake which made Y/n let out a moan, but she couldn't keep up her serious facade any longer and let out a loving smile. Once again Shanks saw everything as if it were his own family, always smiling and feeling his heart melt.

"OK, ok tick. Now tell me why you didn't stay home like I told you to" said y/n scolding her

"I was bored, and I wanted to see the ship" she said with a shrug

"I told you it was dangerous!"

Before the sisters could argue, Shanks intervened conciliatorily.

"What ship are you talking about?"

"Don't get involved" said Y/N annoyed.

Mele, who thought Shanks was nice, answered calmly, "A few hours ago this morning we saw a large ship in the distance approaching the island! I wanted to stay and watch it, but my sister wouldn't let me" Mele answered, pouting, but there was mischief in her eyes.

Shanks laughed at the girl's impudence while Y/n wanted to kill her with her gaze, before either of them could speak, Mele continued

"You were on that ship, right?" She said, pointing at the pirate.

He and the woman were shocked at the little girl's intelligence. Shanks crouched down again to whisper to her, "If that were the case, what would you think of me?"

She smiled "I think you have a cool ship"

The man burst out laughing as he stood up, Y/n at his side covering her face. Mele was having a great time making her older sister mad, now she understood why she had gotten along so well with Shanks. The red-haired pirate stroked the girl's hair.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone please" he begged.

Y/n was annoyed by Shanks's audacity in ordering Mele around as if she were his own sister, but Mele's response surprised her.

"Sure!, I promise"

"Hey! You never obey me when I ask you for something" The woman said, offended.

"Because he said it nicely, and I like him." Mele said sticking out her tongue playfully

Shanks chuckled as Y/n was about to scold her again but Mele stepped forward and before leaving she whispered something in her sister's ear. Shanks couldn't hear anything but from Y/n's blushing expression he sensed that she knew something about him.

Y/n stood up slowly and with a red face, she didn't even dare to look Shanks in the eyes. He for his part seemed strange and amused at the same time by your vulnerable expression, it seemed that only his little sister could undo his serious and intimidating facade with a gesture or a few simple words. She took a few steps without saying anything and when the captain wanted to follow her, she stopped and turned around abruptly, raising an arm to stop him.

"I won't say it again, you have to go, please don't make it any harder" her serious tone became almost a tired plea.

Shanks' smile faded slowly as he watched her leave. He sighed in front of a silent forest, completely alone. Disillusioned, he set out on the way back to his ship with empty hands, but the biggest emptiness was in his heart. When he arrived at his ship, he saw that his crew had already prepared everything to spend the night and a few days there, soon the captain forced back a joy that he no longer felt as he asked if everything was ready.

"Oi captain, all set! Did you find anything interesting out there?" Yassop asked.

"Nothing for now, not even a bottle of rum! I'll come back tomorrow to try my luck." Shanks tried to laugh but the others noticed that his usual mood had dropped and they didn't know exactly why.

The red-haired man entered his cabin as dusk fell. The entire afternoon on the ship he was distant, lost in his thoughts. He tried to joke with his crew but it was obvious that everything felt unnatural. As night fell in his quarters Shanks looked out the porthole at the black night illuminated by the halo of moonlight that shone like pearls in the sea. For a moment he thought that the eyes of that woman were as bright or brighter than the moon. The captain slid a hand over his face as if he wanted to sweep away that thought and tried to sleep, but one thing was certain, he would not give up on trying to get to know her and as he promised tomorrow and the following days he would come back to look for her.

~ THE NEXT DAY ~

Y/n woke up from her cot the next morning and the first thing she thought about was Shanks, damn it. That slimy pirate with a pretty boy face and stunning charm better have left the island.

Dazzling charm? Pretty boy face? What the hell was wrong with her? She sighed and decided to start the day off right. She got up and changed into more comfortable clothes, then went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast in a lacquered wooden bowl. Her little sister was already there.

"Hello flea" Y/n greeted with a yawn.

Mele frowned as she pouted, "I already told you not to call me that."

Her older sister laughed amusedly and ruffled her hair tenderly. "Oh, I know you love it."

The woman sat next to her at the table, both ate in silence until her mother entered the kitchen with a slow and heavy walk but without losing elegance despite her age.

"Good morning, how are my sunshines?

The older woman gave them both a loud kiss on the cheek while Y/n pretended to make a face of disgust which caused her mother to giggle. Then she went to change the water in a tiny vase where she had the wild flowers that Mele had collected the day before.

"Oh honey, this wild bouquet you gave me is beautiful, but changing the subject, tell me, what did you two do yesterday?"

Mele, still a little sleepy, could not get her grey cells working properly, so she had a small slip of the tongue.

"Oh yesterday we were walking and we saw a ma-"

Y/n stared at her sister with wide eyes and kicked her under the table. The girl let out a soft growl.

"Sorry honey a what? A ma..-?"

Her older sister quickly interrupted her. "A magnificent bird!" She laughed nervously. "Y-yeah, yeah, it was like a kind of red parrot with three feathers on its tail, right Mele?" she said, giving her little sister a look that was somewhere between pleading and threatening.

Mele swallowed her mouthful very quickly and started coughing "Uh, sure!.."

The mother looked from her eldest daughter to her youngest daughter, confused. They were definitely a little strange today.

"A bird, huh? And where exactly was it?"

Mele and Y/n looked at each other scared but before the little girl could screw up again she was quick to answer any ambiguity

"Uh well, h-he was standing on a rock but then he saw us and flew away"

"A heart-shaped rock!" Mele exclamed

Now I'll kill you, girl

The mother looked at the little girl even more confused and scrutinized her eyes suspiciously. Mele, instead of helping, was making things worse, so Y/n played her last card.

"Well yes, it was a kind of strange shape but if you saw it from a distance I guess it looked like a heart" she laughed nervously again "Oh, in fact Blue informed us about the new bird"

At that very moment, as if he knew they were talking about him, the blue bird flew over and stopped on the edge of the window, uttering a melodious chirp. The mother, seeing him, softened her features and revealed a wide smile.

"Alright if Blue was with you then it must have been like that, he never lies" Needless to say, her mother trusted that wild bird more than her own daughters.

"Ok sweetheart If that strange bird is still around here, we should protect it from other predators, it may be in danger of extinction. Call me the next time you see it, okay?"

Both sisters vigorously attended, hoping that their mother would leave soon so they could talk in peace. Luckily, their wishes were heard and the older lady left smiling without saying anything else. A sigh of relief could be heard in the kitchen, it seemed that the waters had calmed down, or not.

Y/n facing her sister on the other side of the table got as close as she could and quietly exclaimed

"What the hell were you thinking?! You almost told Mom about Shanks!"

"I'm really sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I just completely forgot, I didn't want to break my promise" Mele sounded so distressed that Y/n softened a little

"It's okay, calm down. Nothing irreparable happened. For now." She said, bringing her cup to her lips.

Mele, more happy, rested her elbows on the table, holding her face with both hands. "So? Do you like Shanks?" she asked cheekily.

Y/n spat the drink onto the wood as she coughed "WHAT?! DID YOU GONE CRAZY?!"

Mele laughed out loud in amusement because she had noticed her sister's blushing face, and it wasn't because of the cough.

"What? I was just asking. He's nice, I like him."

"Yeah, whatever, I hope he's gone like I told him."

Mele stood up and went to his side "No! Why did you do that?"

"Because any foreign man is a threat on this island," she came closer and said in a low, conspiratorial tone, "and even more so a pirate."

She then got up from the table, put her bowl in the sink and left the house to work in the field.

She walked with confident steps towards a harvest field near her house. In the distance she could see people working in their own fields under a scorching sun with the only protection of a wide-brimmed hat and a scarf underneath to cover their heads. Y/n took a scarf and tied it around her head, covering her hair, then she took a rake and began to plow the land, hoping that Shanks wasn't there. But unfortunately for her, the red-haired captain had already arrived early and was calmly leaning against a palm tree, looking at her with devotion and his typical mischievous smile.

"I didn't expect to see you so early, you're an early bird" he laughed softly

The woman was startled and dropped the rake with a thud, she looked everywhere for where the voice came from until she saw him resting in the shade near several palm trees.

"And apparently you are a vulture, what the hell are you doing there spying on me?"

The man shook his head laughing amusedly "Spying is a strong word, I was just watching your work."

Y/n rolled her eyes and picked up the rake to continue her work without paying attention to him. Shanks meanwhile continued to watch him intently from his spot, his eyes moving up from her toned legs passing by her exposed hips until reaching her muscular arms that held that rake tightly. With curiosity he turned his gaze to the ground and noticed that the lines she created were a pattern, a drawing and not simple straight lines. Before he could speak she exclaimed

"Are you going to keep watching for a long time? I can see you drooling from here. Besides, I remember telling you to stay away from the island, am I wrong?" He said without stopping or looking at him.

"My bad, you are really a woman like few others" he purred flirtatiously.

He approached intrigued, standing a meter away from her with his hands on his hips admiring the work on the ground.

"Forgive me for butting in, but may I ask what that pattern means?"

She sighed and finally looked at him. "Our ancient ancestors discovered a way to grow food faster and more effectively. Instead of creating boring vertical lines, they began to draw symbols related to nature, especially water and the sun, which is the main benefactor of the harvest."

Patiently Y/n began to draw what at first looked like doodles, she started with an inverted triangle and then drew a small circle in the center. "The triangle symbolizes water and the circle the sun, they are the two most important elements of our culture, it is deeply rooted in the Inti ceremony that is in a few days."

Shanks listened attentively as she explained everything about her culture as if she were a teacher. She continued drawing other symbols such as a crescent moon on another inverted triangle, this time with a line in the middle.

"This is the symbol of the moon," he said, pointing to the drawing above the triangle, "and this other one symbolizes the earth. These are other important elements of nature, but to a lesser extent than the sun and water, since the harvest never stops at night; on the contrary, it continues to grow."

The captain lifted the brim of his hat with a finger, absorbed by Y/n's explanation. He never imagined how much wealth he could find on that island, nor how everything material could be worth as much as the knowledge that that civilization held.

"And… could you explain to me what the Inti ceremony is about?

Shanks had asked with such tact and respect that Y/n's frown softened and he explained kindly. The Inti ceremony was a kind of party that was organized at the end of spring to welcome summer, in the past the god of the sun, Inti was highly revered and that party was always held in his honor.

"All the guests dress in white and a large bonfire is lit in the center while people dance around it. The sun in our culture is a symbol of joy and happiness, a symbol of hope and vitality. Have you noticed that the sun is always there whether you want it or not? When you wake up to a new day, with every step you take with the sunlight illuminating your feet, even if the capricious clouds try to hide it, even if it rains or thunders, it's always there and it always comes out again"

Y/n's eyes sparkled with every word as her gaze drifted toward the horizon, into the distance, and a small smile appeared on her mouth. The pirate looked at her as if he were seeing her through a new lens, a pink one, looking at another facet of that woman, one that was delicate and loving like a mother's hug, and he didn't want her to go away again, he wanted to embrace that side of her and never let it go.

"Now I realize that your eyes are prettier when they shine," he said without thinking and almost in a whisper.

Y/n opened her eyes wide in surprise, staring at him for a few seconds with her lips parted. But all charm vanished as she shook her head and seemed to come back to her senses. "Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do before the big day comes."

Before either of them could say anything, Blue appeared flying above them, flew up and down three times, turned around and appeared again. The woman stopped, looking at the sky in concern.

"She's trying to tell me something, I think someone is coming and it could be my mother, quickly hide!"

Shanks obeyed without a word and hid near the palm trees, crouching low to the ground so as not to be seen. At that very moment, Y/n's mother came out through the back door with a large hat on her head and carrying a basket.

"Hi dear, I see you're working hard for the ceremony, that seems great to me since there's a lot to do and everything needs to be ready by tomorrow. Just don't overexert yourself, okay?"

Y/n blinked in confusion as the whirlwind of words rang out. “Beg you pardon? Tomorrow? I thought the party was in three days.”

The mother shook her head vigorously. "Oh no, sweetheart, I see that you are a little distracted, but I don't blame you. You are always here and there doing things. Today is Friday, my love. The party is tomorrow, Saturday."

Y/n let out a soft, anguished moan but tried to smile, her mother on the other hand didn't seem to notice anything.

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. I'm going to visit a sick friend and I have to treat her wounds. I won't be back until tonight. Take good care of Mele and don't fight, alright?"

The daughter nodded and the old mother kissed her forehead whispering an "I love you". Then she walked away, heading off through the meadows towards the hills. After she left Y/n tapped her forehead with the tip of the rake stick, cursing her bad luck. Shanks who had heard everything slowly approached her.

"So… In the end the party is tomorrow.."

Y/n let out an impatient growl and glared at the man but before she could do anything to him he continued

"Wait, wait, I don't want to cause you any trouble. In fact, I have an offer for you. I'll help you prepare everything for tomorrow if you let me participate in the ceremony."

The woman let out an almost ironic laugh but then became serious. "Are you crazy or what? Do you think you can just come and sneak into a sacred festival, appropriating our culture?" she spat hatefully.

Shanks' eyes showed pain and anguish, it hurt him that she said that about him because he had no bad intentions, although he perfectly understood her anger. He slowly approached her closer.

"Listen to me, I wasn't lying when I said I came here looking for an adventure." He gently slid a hand down her arm. "And if you think the only adventure a pirate can have is getting drunk, sleeping with women, and destroying everything in his path, you're wrong. We're much more than that. I really don't want to hurt you or your village. I just want to learn from what you can teach me." he finished, making warm circles with his thumb on her arm.

The captain's eyes pierced Y/n's but with a sweetness that was almost unbearable, much more than if he had looked at her with a threat. The chocolate in his gaze burned her skin more than the sun. The woman tried as she might, she couldn't look away. She wanted to believe him, she wanted to melt in his words like hot wax, she wanted to cling to that man who knew nothing but whose kindness had softened her and seemed to have known him for centuries. Her eyes involuntarily fell on his lips, they seemed so soft and they must have been sweet like honey, she imagined them pink, swollen, as if they had a life of their own and sought out by inertia, her own lips, her skin, her body. She quickly closed her eyes tightly wanting to divert that sinful thought. The pirate, upon realizing it, could only smile.

"I-I can try, but you'll have to blend in with us."

The captain, unable to resist any longer, hugged her warmly with a smile. At first Y/n froze with a soft moan, startled by this display of physical affection, but then she let herself melt into that hug as if it were the best thing in the world, like a safe place, sighing contentedly. It was what she needed.

"Although, you know, the thing about getting drunk and sleeping with women wasn't a lie either-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman stepped back, offended, and punched him in the abdomen. Although the blow was softer than expected, it seemed that she was secretly amused by it as well. Shanks laughed heartily, holding his stomach, and she looked away, trying in vain to hide a smile that threatened to appear at the corner of her lips.

"Alright let's get one thing straight, you'll be able to attend the festival but you'll have to work hard and change your clothes so you don't get recognized. And one last thing, this will be the first and last time I help you, did I make myself clear?"

He smirked "Loud and clear, I'm used to working anyway, I don't think you'll give me any more work than my saltwater crew."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow and turned to grab another rake. "Less talk and more action." she tossed the wooden object to him, which he deftly caught in mid-air. "Try to keep up with me." she said, explaining how to make the symbols.

They spent most of the afternoon working in the field, creating drawings all over the meadow without stopping. They also prepared a couple of logs and dry branches for the big bonfire they had in the middle of the field behind Y/n's house. They worked hard without stopping while she kept telling him things about her island and he gave her discreet glances when she wasn't looking.

"Ok, I think we're done for today" Y/n said wiping the sweat from her forehead and sitting on a rock

The redhead sat down next to her with a crooked smile. "You don't even take a minute to rest, huh? Your mother said not to overexert yourself."

She laughed mockingly "Oh shut up, this ceremony is very important to us and it's always done in a big way" Y/n's smile faded a little "Besides.. Mama Cala worries a lot about us because we're the only thing she has left.. Dad died two years ago and since then she hasn't stopped taking care of us and overprotecting us. Sometimes I think it's because she feels guilty for not being able to save dad, she became a doctor after the accident…"

A solemn, heavy silence fell, laden with tension that was only broken when Shanks asked

"What happened to your father?.."

Y/n took a deep breath before answering in a small voice, "He… he liked to sail like you… one day a storm broke out in the middle of the sea. We haven't seen him again since that day."

"I'm so sorry.."

She nodded and closed her eyes trying not to let the tears escape while twisting her fingers anxiously. Shanks didn't want to see her like that and felt guilty for asking that, he tried to save the situation as best he could.

"B-but maybe your father is still alive out there and you didn't know it."

Y/n let out a dull, bitter laugh as she opened her now wet eyes. "After two years? Really? And according to you, where is he? Why didn't he come with us?" She finished with some resentment.

He sighed, "Look, I may not know much about loss, but if there's one thing I do know, it's how lucky I am to have the people I have left. I'd give anything for my crew! And you're lucky too, I know that. You have your little sister and your mother alive, hold on to them tooth and nail and protect them with your body and soul.. and you have me."

Her eyes widened but he continued talking. "I know what I mean when I tell you that you're not alone, you never have been. And I promise not to leave you now."

Shanks slowly raised a hand near her face waiting for her approval, she nodded and he wiped her tears, delaying each gesture on purpose, allowing himself to caress and feel that soft skin under the tips of his fingers. Y/n closed her eyes to better savor the moment, her senses wide awake to feel the warmth of that hand on her face. Shanks cupped her cheek while his thumb caressed the top of her cheekbone. She tilted her head slightly, sighing softly as she rested her own hand on top of his. Without thinking, she placed a sweet kiss on his palm.

"Thank you, Shanks. You are a good man after all, like my father used to be"

That confession and comparison made Shanks take a deep breath as he felt his pulse quicken. Then she leaned against his chest and hugged his torso while he surrounded her back and waist with his strong arms. They stayed like that for a long time while they watched the sun set, the two of them alone now united in a hug that was worth more than a thousand words. A strong feeling of trust and protection for each other had settled between them.

After several minutes that seemed like hours, they both got up and headed to Y/n's house holding hands, without saying anything. Upon reaching the entrance of the house, Shanks was about to say goodbye when she abruptly interrupted him.

"Do you want to stay?"

He looked at her confused and a little perplexed, she was quick to add

"I mean, not here inside the house, I can make a place for you in the bunk, it's almost like a barn and there's plenty of room." She said in one breath

He laughed, "But wasn't your mother coming back tonight? In fact, she shouldn't be long in coming."

"She won't find out if you hide well" Y/n said biting her lower lip in an amused smile while raising one shoulder, it was almost as if she was playing a child's prank.

He licked his lips and smiled widely. "Well, if I turn up dead tomorrow morning, you know whose fault it is."

She laughed in amusement and murmuring a "come on" she took him by the wrist and ran to where the horses were. A rather large cot emerged in front of them, she opened the wooden fence and lit an oil lamp that hung on one side of the entrance. When the place was illuminated, rows of horses of all breeds and sizes could be seen. Gray, Isabelline, jet black, brown, etc. Y/n was the first to reach the center and turning with her arms raised she exclaimed

"Ta-daaa! This will be your little paradise for tonight, make yourself at home" she laughed

Shanks looked around the place in admiration "Why do you have..-?"

"..This place?" She interrupted, smiling. "A horse is very useful for long distances. We also lend horses to local people."

Y/n guided him to a spot behind a pile of straw. "Well, here you'll sleep and be well hidden. The straw also keeps you warm at night." She winked

Shanks looked at her gratefully "Thanks for all this. I mean it"

She blushed and downplayed it, "It's nothing, a favor is repaid with a favor. But I have a question, won't your crew worry about your absence?"

Shanks laughed, "Those fried fish only worry about the lack of rum. Don't worry, I already told them not to be alarmed if I'm gone for a few days. Besides, they'll probably think I'm busy with… more important matters." He looked at the woman's figure with his gaze while giving her a mischievous smile.

Y/n realized what he meant and turned bright red as she babbled incoherently, he just laughed out loud in amusement.

"Uhm great, good for you I guess. Uh now if you'll excuse me I have to go. I'll be back in a little while to bring you food and drinks. Good night."

Nervously she trotted away while he kept laughing and smiling.

Meanwhile Y/n ran into the house, out of the corner of her eye she saw that her mother was already close. She quickly slammed the door shut as she sighed, Mele had woken up from her nap by all the noise and was approaching her, rubbing one eye still half asleep.

"What's going on sister, what's all the noise?" she said yawning.

"Shh mom is coming soon and she mustn't find out that Shanks is sleeping in the cot, promise you won't say anything"

Mele's sweet little face lit up and suddenly all the sleepiness was gone "SHANKS IS HERE?! I WANT TO SEE HIM-!"

Before she could finish her sentence, her sister quickly covered her mouth. "SHHH!! Lower your voice! Do you want mama to kill us both?!"

Just then, like an apparition, her mother entered through the front door with the empty basket and her hat in her hand. Both sisters gulped loudly and stood rigid next to each other.

"Hello my little angels, I'm back. Have you been good?"

The old woman left the basket on the table and hung her hat on a coat rack turning her back on them.

"Of course mother, will we ever disobey you?" The older sister put a finger on her lips ordering Mele to be silent.

The woman turned around laughing "Well don't get me started because the list is long" then she saw that the two of them were too stiff and she worried "are you both okay?"

Mele and Y/n attended without saying a word

She sighed resignedly. "You two have been acting very strange lately, anyway. I'm going to sleep, I'm exhausted."

The sisters followed with their eyes the movements of their mother who walked slowly to her room, suddenly she turned around, startling them.

"By the way, girls, I've already told you a thousand times not to light the oil lamp that's in the cot at night, it's a waste."

Y/n started to sweat cold "T-t-the lamp?"

"Yes, love, the lamp that is outside, what else? I already turned it off, but don't let it happen again."

"DID YOU TURN IT OFF?!" The older sister screamed terrified.

The woman was scared "Y/n what's wrong with you? Yes, I turned it off, why would that be a bad thing, did i do something wrong?"

"No, no, it's ok. Sorry mom, it's been a tiring day for me too. Come on, I'll walk you to your room."

Before leaving with her mother, without her hearing, she whispered to the little girl, "Go see how he is and bring him food, but be careful and don't let anyone see you."

The little sister nodded very seriously as her older sister put their mother to bed. Silently on her toes the little girl grabbed a tray full of food and a glass of fresh water. Balancing herself she opened the door and walked over to the large cot, swaying slightly. Before entering she put the tray down and turned on the lamp. Soon everything was lit up almost as if it were daytime. She looked around for Shanks and saw him crouching behind the pile of straw, very still.

"Here!" he exclaimed in a low voice

Mele went as fast as he could with the heavy tray towards him, the pirate smiled in relief.

"Thank goodness, I was starving"

"We were scared, we thought mom had found you"

Shanks smiled to himself thinking that Y/n cared about him.

"I hid just in time and threw myself to the ground. It's a miracle that my stomach growls didn't give me away."

Mele giggled "Don't worry, I brought you fruit and various foods"

"Thanks, Mele"

The girl smiling placed the tray on the floor in front of him and was about to leave when the captain gently stopped her.

"Wait, don't go, please tell Y/n that I want to see her" the pirate felt a little disappointed because he thought she was going to bring him food and not her little sister.

The mischievous girl smiled knowingly and nodded and ran back to her house. Y/n was just leaving her mother's room.

"Mama is already asleep, luckily she is a deep sleeper"

The older sister noticed that Mele was too happy and asked her what was wrong.

"Shanks wants to see you" she simply said raising her eyebrows repeatedly

Y/n suddenly got nervous but her understanding little sister kissed her cheek saying goodnight and went to her room. The older one stayed in the empty and dark living room, sighing alone with the moonlight as her only company. Shanks wanted to see her… why? She couldn't help but feel anxious as she pinched her fingertips and bit her lips. She began to think about the time she had spent with him and how much her way of thinking about the pirate had changed. She felt different, but that wasn't bad. She had learned to understand him and to understand that sometimes a stranger in your life isn't necessarily an enemy, sometimes it's just someone sent into your life to teach you, take care of you and love you. Love, was that what she felt deep in her chest, in her stomach? But the most important question she had to ask herself was not that but another, that love… could it be reciprocal?

Determined, she took a deep breath, taking courage, and walked with a sure and firm step towards where he was. The oil lamp was still lit. The red-haired man had come out of his hiding place a little so that she could see him. Y/n felt fire under her skin and tried not to blush. She walked looking at the ground towards the captain who saw her smiling without looking away. It was curious, how at first the woman could stare at him as a way of intimidation and now she felt inhibited and vulnerable every time he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"I thought you had forgotten about me" he laughed softly

"I was just taking my mother to sleep… I see you're almost finished with your meal, you were hungry.." She said pointing to the tray

He nodded smiling, "but there is still some food left if you want to join me."

Shanks left her a place in front of him, placing the tray to the side. Y/n wasn't expecting that gesture and was about to reject the offer, but there was so much kindness in his eyes that he ended up convincing her and she sat down cross-legged. He offered her a piece of bread, which she gladly accepted.

There was a slightly awkward silence that neither of them dared to break, both ate without saying anything.

"You know… before I came to this island I was sailing the four seas, trying, no… hoping that one day I could set foot on solid ground again. And then a pirate from my crew spotted your island, the rest is history" he said smiling.

Y/n was making little crumbs with the piece of bread she had left, a little distracted. She couldn't concentrate if he looked at her like that, so sweet and protective.

He noticed she was lost in her thoughts and joked "Hey don't play with the food, you'll waste it."

Smiling, she held up the piece of bread. "How about throwing it over your head, so it wouldn't go to waste."

It sounded like a scolding but beneath those words there was tenderness so they both laughed sweetly. Y/n cleared her throat looking at him

"But… what is your point?"

Shanks moved closer. "The point is, you fell from the sky. You came to my aid when I needed it most and you didn't even notice. As you may have noticed, I love spending my life on the high seas, but sometimes it can get boring, and I was really desperate to set foot on solid ground." He laughed and looked at her tenderly.

She swore she could melt in that gaze so full of devotion, the way his eyes shone as if she were the goddess Aphrodite herself, was something her heart couldn't stand, no one had ever looked at her like that before, ever. Y/n sat down next to him and said confidently

"I told you about my island and its people, why don't you tell me about your ship and its pirates?"

And so began a long conversation where both had lain down on the ground next to each other as if they were looking at the stars. Shanks told her about his crew, about his ship and his adventures, where he lived and the feats he had done and hoped to continue doing. She listened attentively, surprised, sometimes happy for him. Her eyes scanned his face that seemed lost in his memories, she liked the way his lips healed into a smile or how his chocolate eyes seemed to grow larger with each word. It was certainly a face like few others, it was handsome. Little by little the laughter filled the place

"So Yassop was drinking his beer without realizing that there was a fly inside, he almost drowned!"

The captain was holding his stomach from laughing so hard while she threw her head back in a loud laugh. The red-haired captain looked at her amused, it was the first time he heard her laugh. She was still laughing when she met the pirate's dreamy eyes, looking at her intensely.

"I should make you laugh more often, you have a beautiful laugh"

The air caught in her throat as she looked into his eyes, so close and yet so far. Why did he say all those nice things about her? Y/n remembered that pirates seduced women as a game, would it be like that this time? But no. She wanted to believe that he didn't, those eyes didn't lie. It seemed like she could hang the moon and stars from them. Without even thinking about it, her eyes went to his mouth and by instinct she slightly opened hers. He gently touched her cheek and she felt lost, she gave in, she let herself fall into his charms. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to do it. Without wasting any more time she leaned closer to his chest and kissed him. It was a shy kiss at first with him guiding her to it, but the more she tasted his mouth the more desires and need she felt. The heat they both felt was indescribable, the kiss became hungrier and more heated, as if they needed each other's lips to survive. Shanks gently got on top of her without crushing her and with one hand resting on the back of her neck and the other on her waist he ran his mouth over her jaw. His beard tickled her but it didn't bother her at all, it only turned her on more. His warm lips went down her jaw near her ear and below to her neck. Y/n already felt her body tremble and writhe and instinctively she tangled her legs around his. Shanks' firm but gentle hand didn't leave her neck as he now concentrated on leaving kisses on her collarbones and shoulders.

"Shanks ~..."

Her soft moan only gave him courage to continue going down. Y/n's hands were on his back and threatened to get under his shirt to scratch his skin. His ears filled with sighs every time he caressed her bust with his half-open mouth while with his other free hand he caressed her lower back. Y/n arched like a cat from the wonders that the pirate caused in her. Shanks continued to go down even further trying to please the desire of both, he stopped especially on her lower belly which caused another moan this time more delicious than the previous one. Eager to hear more he began to kiss and gently bite her belly holding her thighs with both hands tracing circles and putting pressure on the flaccid flesh

"Oh Shanks...!"

This time the electrifying sensation that ran through her spine was indescribable and her core began to pump intensely with a sharp pain. Throwing her head back and breathing with her mouth open, she clung to his hair as she tried in vain to stop those palpitations. Shanks smiled mischievously against her skin, very aware of what he did to her. Sure of his abilities to disarm women in a jiffy, he passionately kissed the inner part of her thighs near her intimacy. Y/n's body writhed even more like a worm as a cacophony of muffled moans came out of her mouth and her pelvis began to rock back and forth gently as if it had a life of its own. Her mind was a blur, unable to think clearly about anything other than Shanks's mouth and how much she wanted him to make her his, but drawing strength from who knows where she was able to clear her mind with difficulty to realize that they were still in the bunk and not in Eden, moreover, they were still on her island, at night and with her little sister and her mother sleeping in the house that was a few meters away.

"Shanks, wait..." She said, breathing heavily.

He looked at her, surprised, attentive and a little worried at her words.

"I can't... we can't"

She realized that he thought something was wrong with her so she rushed to reassure him.

"It's not that I don't want to… but, I don't know, aren't we going too fast? We can't do this. Not like this, in a barn surrounded by horses. My mother doesn't even know you're here."

He sighed and acknowledged that she was right. He slowly stood up and with one hand helped her to stand, gently adjusting the fallen strap of her top while they both caught their breath.

"Forgive me, it was my fault"

She was quick to hush him sweetly "No, it was both of us" then with a shy smile she said "I guess I can't resist your charms"

He smiled, "and I guess I'll see you again tomorrow, at the festival."

"Does that mean you're not staying overnight?" she asked, a little disappointed.

He took her hand and kissed it warmly. "No, I don't want to cause you any more trouble, besides I think it's time to go back to my old ship, he must miss me." He laughed but there was no trace of emotion in his voice.

Y/n's face showed some affliction but she nodded understandingly, before saying goodbye she made a gesture to kiss his cheek but before her lips landed on the side of his skin Shanks turned his face and kissed her on the lips. This time it was a quick kiss but full of love. The pirate took off from her and walked away towards the beach while she sent him a sad flying kiss with the tips of her fingers. With a hole in her heart she headed back to the house, luckily neither Mele nor her mother Cala had woken up so without further ado she slowly went to her room and lay down looking at the moon through her window while a tear ran down her cheek to end up on her pillow.

For his part, Shanks walked along the sand, dodging some palm leaves and having the moon as his only source of light. When he reached his precious ship, he saw that there were some pirates sleeping in hammocks hanging on the deck in the starlight. It seemed that everyone was snoring except for someone, someone who seemed to be hiding in the shadows, smoking quietly.

"I know that look, captain…"

The redhead who hadn't seen him was startled, he tried to see in the darkness but it wasn't necessary, the man with that voice appeared, leaning into the light. It was Beckman.

"Geez, man. You scared the shit out of me" he laughed nervously

Beckman just smiled, taking another drag on his cigarette.

"And I don't know what you're talking about"

Shanks was about to leave when Beckman exclaimed, "You met a woman, and apparently she's not like any other."

The captain looked at him in surprise, he was about to deny everything but gave up and simply laughed softly and tiredly.

"Is it so obvious?"

"You're never away for so long, Captain, and you never come back with those eyes. I can see it in you Shanks, it's love"

Shanks sat down next to him and began to tell him everything he had been through the last few days.

"She drives me crazy, I've never felt like this"

"Looks like the captain finally got a taste of his own medicine," Beckman laughed.

He sighed "Any advice?"

Beckman stubbed out his cigarette by crushing it against the wooden floor. "Listen, Captain, if what you feel is true love, I advise you not to let her go. Go to the festival and confess your feelings."

After saying that he got up and went to his cabin, Shanks after thinking for a while went to his and tried to sleep thinking about what his friend told him

...The next day...

Y/n woke up yawning, she felt like she had slept for ten days, she saw the sunlight coming through her window and smiled, it was warm and bright. Warm and bright… like Shanks' eyes. Suddenly the pirate's face crept into her mind and the memories of the previous night… The barn, his hands on her body. Instinctively Y/n slid the palm of her hand towards her belly and went down, down, down…

At that moment her sister bursts into her room, slamming the door loudly. Y/n blushed and startled, quickly moved her hand away from her lower belly.

"Jesus, Mele! You can't just come in like a tornado!!"

Mele, ignoring her and very happy, jumped onto her bed and shook her like a rag doll. "GET UP, GET UP, TODAY IS THE PARTY!"

Then she noticed that her older sister was blushing like a rose in May. "Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?"

She got up in a hurry. "Nothing, it's nothing. I'm fine. Let's go have breakfast."

In the kitchen was his mother, who had gotten up earlier than usual this time and was pouring fruit juice from a large jug.

"Hello my loves, did you sleep well?"

Mele and Y/n sat at the table eating while nodding happily and chatting about the ceremony that would take place that night.

"Thanks to you the ceremony will be a success, you did a good job cleaning and decorating, Y/n. Did Mele help you?"

"Uh yes mother, yes she did"

The old woman noticed that Y/n was distracted in her thoughts as she stirred the food on her plate with her spoon, not tempted to try anything.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? Are you sick? If you want, I can bring you some medicine.." Her mother said as she checked her daughter with her hand to see if she had a fever.

The older sister gently pushed her mother's hand away. "I'm fine, Mom. I just need some fresh air. Excuse me."

Without looking at anyone she pushed her plate away and left the house, she could feel the scrutinizing gaze of the two of them. With her spirits down and unable to think clearly she headed towards the quiet and silent jungle. She needed to clear her mind, she felt so confused. Is that what love causes? Not being able to eat or think well? Well, what a pain love is. Without looking very well where she was going as she was concentrating on kicking a stone off the ground, Y/n walked and walked until she collided with someone.

"Hey! Watch where you're wal-!"

She exclaimed annoyed but couldn't finish the sentence because when she looked up she was left breathless at the sight of the pirate who had stolen so many of her sighs.

"Me? But the one who wasn't looking where she was walking was you" he laughed amused.

"S-Shanks.. I didn't expect to meet you so soon"

"I was just getting some fresh air, looks like you needed it too…"

She nodded, putting a lock of hair behind her ear, visibly embarrassed. Suddenly she didn't know what to say, she didn't want there to be an awkward silence, but she felt like she couldn't concentrate if she was in his presence. All strength and courage vanished if Shanks was near, she felt more vulnerable, as if he could break through every cold and hard shell, break through that wall of ice to finally reach her warm heart.

"The party isn't until tonight… are you still planning on going?" She stammered timidly

"Of course I'm going, I wouldn't miss it for anything. And I always keep my word." he said, raising one hand and resting the other on his heart.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh softly and Shanks' chest swelled with happiness at having at least managed to make her smile.

"Well, remember that others can't know that you're not an inhabitant of this island, so I'll have to camouflage you."

"Oh yeah? And how?" He smiled, putting his hands on his hips.

She began to circle around his figure like a predator analyzing its prey. "Well.. first of all, you should change those clothes. We like to use other types of fabrics here."

Y/n continued to circle around him, admiring Shanks' figure from top to bottom. She noticed that he was thin but his muscles could still be seen beneath his shirt. The redhead smiled mischievously, letting her continue to look at him like a Greek statue.

"Really? But I like this shirt" He said raising his arms in a T shape.

"Yes, I see, you like it so much that you don't even take it off to wash it" she laughed mockingly.

Then behind Shanks' back and with him still raising his arms, she began to touch the fabric to check its texture and the state it was in. She ran her hands delicately down his back, slowly going up which caused an exquisite shiver in Shanks but he concentrated on hiding it. Y/n ran her hands over his shoulders reaching his biceps, she felt his burly muscles through the fabric and felt her breathing accelerate.

"Everything okay there?" Shanks teased amusedly.

Y/n seemed to come down from the cloud and cleared her throat, standing in front of him. "Of course, but I have bad news for you, your shirt needs an urgent wash. I'll lend you some other clothes tonight."

"Whatever you say." he said, smiling mischievously.

"Mmh and there's something else" Y/n's gaze went to his head "You can't wear that hat" she said pointing at the straw hat.

"Oh, this one?" He took off his hat and she rushed to grab it but he held it up laughing "But it's special, I always wear it."

"Aha, you said the same thing about your shirt. Give it to me."

The woman began to jump, almost climbing over him, trying in vain to reach the hat while the captain continued to hold it with his arm raised and spinning around laughing out loud. Y/n growled in annoyance until at one point she stepped wrong and stumbled backwards, but before falling Shanks quickly caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and back while still holding the hat. For an instant they both looked at each other and the world seemed to stop.

"Are you alright?" He asked worried

She nodded mesmerized, he smiled relievedly and then placed his straw hat on her head lovingly.

"I think it suits you better than me"

She gulped and slowly stood up, taking off her hat and holding it to her chest. "Uhm, I'll give it back to you once the festival is over. I promise."

"I know you will" he said smiling and gave her a kiss on the cheek "See you tonight, I have to get back to my crew"

Y/n watched as he walked away, she still held the hat but this time she squeezed it tighter as she felt her left cheek burn under the skin where he had kissed her. Without thinking she touched her face smiling sideways. That afternoon was quite chaotic, Y/n and Mele kept organizing some pending things for the ceremony, they chose their outfits without stopping fighting and helped their mother with whatever she needed. On Shanks' ship everything was laughter and alcohol as always, only Beckman and the captain knew about the festival, his friend promised to keep the secret just in case. So each one spent the day busy as best they knew how until night fell, with the sun hiding on the horizon and the sky turning purple.

"Alright, I think I'll go stretch my legs a little, see you later" said the captain without hiding his enthusiasm for seeing Y/n

"Oh what happened captain? Come on! Stay with us a little longer, we'll play cards and there will be a singing competition" exclaimed one

Shanks turned as he continued walking away, "I'm sorry guys, another time."

Without bothering to make an excuse, Shanks walked away confidently while the others stared at him. Yassop walked over to Beckman's side.

"That's weird, he never misses a good competition, he didn't even tell us where he was going exactly. Do you know anything, Beck?" he asked suspiciously.

"No" He said bluntly, "and don't bother trying to find out."

On the other side of the island, Y/n was waiting impatiently for Shanks. Mele and her mother had gone to visit a neighboring family to invite them to the festival. Sitting on a rock, she held a long, clean white cloth resembling a tunic on her lap. Next to her were a pair of shorts and a seed necklace. Every so often, she turned nervously to look at her clothes, wanting to make sure she had everything ready. Suddenly, Shanks came trotting to meet her. When he stood in front of her he noticed her change of clothes, she was wearing a long white skirt open at the sides that highlighted her waist and a white crossed top tied around her neck. She was beautiful

"You're finally here!" she sighed in relief.

He noticed that she had been worried and smiled.

"Did you doubt me?" He said, raising an amused eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, "No time for jokes, come change your clothes."

She dragged him by the doll into the house and to her room. They were going so fast that Shanks didn't have time to admire the house, but when he got to her room he took the time to inspect the place. It wasn't very big but it felt warm and comfortable. The bed took up the whole center of the room while the window on the right was open and let in the cool breeze. Y/n hurried to hand him the clothes throwing them into his arms.

"There in a corner behind you is the mirror, I'll be back in a minute" and after that she ran away

Shanks looked at the cloths in confusion, noticing that a cloth had to be tied on top like a toga. He got rid of his old shirt, leaving him bare-chested, but had trouble trying to tie the cloth over his chest. Luckily, Y/n came back quickly.

"Are you ready?"

She stifled a cry of exclamation upon seeing him without his shirt and quickly, without controlling her blush, turned to look elsewhere.

"So sorry! I thought you were already dressed…"

He laughed, "I think I have a problem with this kind of toga, I've never worn anything like that."

"Let me help you"

Y/n walked over to him trying not to look at his abs or chest and grabbed the fabric with sweaty and slightly shaky hands. She crossed the fabric over his chest and placed it over one shoulder. She then tied it with a clasp in the back.

"There! It wasn't that hard," she laughed and said without thinking, "Do you want me to help you with your pants?"

Shanks looked at her at first surprised but then a wide and amused smile formed on his face, realizing what he had just said she opened her eyes wide and turned red.

"NO, IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I MEANT..UH.. NEVERMIND!"

She told him to hurry up because the ceremony was about to start and she walked away again but this time she would wait for him to come out of his room. She didn't have to wait long when Shanks came out dressed in the new clothes, he looked like a different person.

"Perfect, just this" she grabbed the necklace and placed it around her neck "Now yes, are you ready. Let's go?"

They both left the house holding hands like a couple of lovebirds. In the center of the field the bonfire was already lit and the party was in full swing, people laughing and drinking happy to be surrounded by loved ones. Y/n approached her mother and Mele. The old woman was surprised to see her arrive holding the hand of a stranger, while the younger sister could hardly hide her joy.

"Sweetheart, who is he?" she asked suspiciously.

"He's… Eudora's cousin, do you remember me telling you about him? The one who lived on the other side of the island" Y/n's words had some truth to them, Eudora was a friend of her mother and she had a cousin but he clearly didn't look anything like Shanks.

Cala smiled in relief. "Oh yes, love, I remember it well. Nice to finally meet you, Hako."

Shanks looked at Y/n in confusion and she gave him a raised eyebrow look as if to say 'just go with the flow'. The pirate smiled at the older woman and shook her hand.

"The pleasure is mine, ma'am"

The mother excused herself for a moment and went somewhere else. Mele, unable to resist any longer, pounced on Shanks.

"YOU'RE HERE!!"

Shanks laughed happily and lifted her up to hug her.

"I would never leave my favorite person behind"

Y/n slammed Shanks' hips into hers, exclaiming an offended "Hey!" He was quick to say

"My favorite person after you, of course"

Mele watched as they both looked at each other in love and smiled knowingly. She decided to take the captain by the hand to another side anyway to tell him everything she had done that day. Shanks, seeing himself dragged by the little girl, turned his head back to look at Y/n and shrugged his shoulders in apology while smiling. She nodded laughing amused when her mother returned to her side with a boy at her side.

"Y/n darling, you don't know who I ran into! Do you remember Lino? Noé and Rosa's son?"

Next to her was a boy Y/n's age with black hair and tanned skin, he had a white-toothed smile and emerald green eyes. He took a step and opened his arms to hug her.

"Y/n! Long time no see!"

She stood stiff for a few seconds, not responding to the hug and not knowing how to react. She felt a little uncomfortable. Lino? That boy who played with her and sometimes teased her by jokingly pulling her hair? Suddenly a flood of memories came over her and she smiled, returning the hug.

"Lin!! I've missed you!"

Lin was the affectionate nickname she had for him, Lino had left for another island years ago and now he had returned. They had so many things to tell each other! From afar Mele and Shanks were sitting chatting but his gaze was on that boy who hugged y/n so tightly, he felt an annoying thorn in his heart. Mele noticed it

"Are you jealous?"

"Me? Nah, I don't even know who he is" he laughed sarcastically

"His name is Lino, a childhood friend of my sister's. Years ago he went to live on another far away island, I don't know why he came back just now. But don't worry, she doesn't love him, but she loves you."

The girl smiled and walked away as if she had solved all the world's problems with a few simple words. At that moment Y/n came over and sat next to him.

"Are you enjoying the party?" she asked.

"Much more if you are by my side" he said caressing her hand

They both continued laughing and talking. Lino looked at them dead serious from a distance. He had no idea who that red-haired man was next to his friend but he swore not to take his eyes off him. He had always been very jealous and was suspicious of that strange-looking individual. The hours passed and someone exclaimed that it was time for the dance, Shanks wondered what that meant and Y/n explained that it was the sacred dance that was done around the bonfire. Everyone got up and began to dance, jumping and laughing. Shanks, somewhat clumsy on his feet, had a hard time keeping up with the rhythm so she took his hand and stood in front of him. He let her guide him, put his hands on her hips and they began to swear at him from side to side. With each step they took, he learned more.

"You learn fast"

Their bodies seemed to be one, he was spinning her around and she was not moving away from his torso. From a distance, Lino continued to watch them suspiciously. When they finished dancing, they stared at each other. One second, two seconds, three, four. It seemed like an eternity.

"Y/n I have to tell you something. But not here, in private". Shanks said with a dry throat, wetting his lips

She was surprised by his serious and nervous expression. But she nodded in understanding and they walked away from the party into the silent, dark jungle, not realizing that Lino was following them closely. When they made sure that no one could hear or see them, Shanks took Y/n's hands.

"Y/n… ever since I met you there's something inside me that's been changing, I don't know what it is but you've awakened something in me that I didn't know before. I don't know what happens to me when I'm with you, I'm not the same as before, I don't sleep, I hardly drink or eat. And I don't know if that's a good thing but it must be because when I look into your eyes, I know it's all been worth it. I love you Y/n, and I don't care if you don't love me the same because I'll keep doing it anyway."

Her eyes were wet and her heart was beating like a drum. He caressed her face and tears began to roll down, but they were tears of happiness because she could finally understand that the love she longed for was reciprocal.

"Shanks… I feel the same way. And I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same. I don't know what I did to deserve you, I never thought I'd fall in love with a pirate" she laughed between hiccups.

Hearing the word pirate, Lino, who was crouching behind a bush, pricked up his ears in alarm.

"But I don't regret meeting you, I feel like a better person because of you. I feel stronger every time I see you. I love you, Shanks, and I always will."

She shortened the distance that separated them and they joined in a long, passionate kiss. They seemed one, their bodies pressed together and their mouths roaming over each other's. His hands embraced her waist and hers tangled in his hair. The passion they felt at that moment seemed to explode like thousands of fireworks. It was a slow kiss but full of love, like a promise that no matter what happens, their destiny was to be together. Lino, with his face twisted with hatred, could not resist it any longer and came out of his hiding place running towards them and howling like a wild animal. Y/n and Shanks turned around startled and before either of them could do anything, Lino threw himself at him, taking out a knife and threatening to stab him.

"STOP! DON'T HURT HIM, I BEG YOU!!"

Y/n lunged at her friend, trying to take the knife from him, but he pushed her away and she fell on her back. Shanks, with the strength of a thousand men, held Lino's wrist as he watched the knife get closer to his face. As best he could, he kneed him in the stomach and pushed him away. They both stood up and a tense fight began, with the pirate trying by all means to avoid the blade's edge. Y/n's anguished screams alerted the people at the festival and they ran to see what was happening.

But they were not the only ones who had heard the commotion, Shanks' crew in the distance had also heard noise and screams and came running and armed, worried about their captain. When they arrived with the others they saw how their captain was fighting to the death with another armed man, the pirates pointed their weapons and the villagers around exclaimed in fear but Beckman shouted for them to stop.

"WAIT! THAT WILL ONLY MAKE IT WORSE"

He trusted his captain. The two remained locked in a fight until at one point Lino stabbed his dagger into the side of Shanks' belly who let out a cry of pain. Y/n brought her hands to her mouth in fear, fighting her tears. Then Lino lunged at him again and they rolled towards a cliff, Lino moved away in time but Shanks couldn't hold on to anything and fell into the void.

"NOOO!!!!"

Y/n's heartbreaking scream was heard throughout the island, she ran desperately towards the cliff and threw herself face down, almost falling too.

"DAUGHTER!!"

Her mother and everyone else, including the pirates, ran up to her and held her by the feet. Y/n in turn held Shanks' hand with all her strength before he could fall.

"I WON'T LEAVE YOU! I WON'T LOSE YOU LIKE MY FATHER!"

Hot tears ran down her cheeks as the others lined up to pull her up, pulling her with all their might as if she were a rope. Little by little they raised Shanks, who barely had the strength to hold her hand. Y/n helped him stand up and hugged him tremblingly, tears wetting his bare shoulder as he melted into her embrace with his arm around her. The others sighed in relief as the pirates jumped and celebrated, smiling. Y/n walked away from the hug smiling at him, but his smile faded as he held his belly on the left side. With horror she saw how the toga was stained dark red and became wet, sticking to her skin. Shanks staggered and suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"SHANKS!"

Y/n, scared, stood next to him and held his head while desperately calling for her mom. She came running and sat next to him, she called some pirates to help her pick him up and take him home to heal him.

"Don't worry, y/n, he will be fine, but I have to cure him as soon as possible."

The eldest daughter cried inconsolably as she held the hand of her now fainted lover. The mother did not understand very well what was happening but she understood that that man was someone important to her. Several of them quickly took him to the house and placed him on the mother's bed, who worked quickly to stop the bleeding. Y/n waited anxiously near the door frame along with Mele who was crying scared. The oldest said a prayer to Inti so that Shanks would not lose his life. They spent the whole night awake until dawn came and the tired mother said that she could see that he was already awake and feeling better. Y/n ran to where he was and knelt next to the bed holding his hand, he saw her and smiled tiredly. She began to cry without holding back and Shanks stroked her hair.

"Please don't cry, I hate seeing you like this"

"It's all my fault," she sobbed, "I should never have invited you and put you in danger."

He shushed her gently "hey don't say that, I've been in worse situations. Although I can't remember any right now" he laughed.

She looked up slowly, "You're going to be okay, right?"

Shanks nodded "Yes, but… I must return to my island, I have to regain my strength"

"Do you really have to go now?" she asked sadly

"I promise I'll be back" he kissed her hand.

At that moment a pirate knocked on the door frame to catch his attention. "Sorry to interrupt you, but everything is ready to go."

They both said goodbye with a kiss and hours later Shanks was already on a bamboo stretcher near the beach where his boat was. Before saying goodbye, Y/n had whispered in his ear that she would come see him before leaving and give him something. As if by magic he saw her appear along with her mother, her sister and other villagers. Mele ran next to him crying sadly

"Don't go shanks!"

He hugged her tightly and smiling said "I'm sorry little one but I have to do it, I have to be strong" and smiling he kissed her forehead "Promise me you'll behave well"

The girl nodded and walked away. y/n wasn't ready to say goodbye but she walked over and crouched down, hugging his chest.

"This is for you, a gift. It is a conch that I found years ago, it is the rarest of all and now I want you to have it, I have treasured it for years"

Shanks took her in his hands "she's pretty, but you are the greatest treasure I carry with me"

Before she could cry he kissed her intensely. When they separated her face was still centimeters from his lips. "I'll miss you," she whispered in his ear.

"Me too"

The mother watched the scene moved from afar, at that moment a high-pitched scream broke the air. It was blue that went around and then went down to Shanks' shoulder

"Hey buddy, I think you had forgotten about me" he stroked the bird who purred in contentment.

"Uhm captain? We should leave now" Beckman cleared his throat.

Y/n and Shanks looked into each other's eyes and then carefully lifted the captain onto the ship. One shouted, weigh anchor! and the sails were spread to resume the journey. The ship left the port and headed towards the sea, moving away. Her eyes were fixed on the wooden ship until they became moist and her vision became blurry.

Y/n's mother approached, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Go, angel, run."

Her mother smiled and she hugged her, whispering a thank you. Y/n ran like a gazelle along the beach, high up and behind the hills she saw the white sails of the ship fluttering in the wind. She did not stop running with her heart pounding in her chest until she reached the top of a hill where the ship could be seen in all its splendor. The salty breeze swirled y/n's hair, she couldn't see Shanks but she was sure he was looking at her. And so it was, from the boat Shanks looked up and saw her pretty figure, so far away that it seemed like a point. Y/n raised an arm high in greeting and he did the same. Knowing that he had seen her, she smiled with tears in her eyes, wishing or rather knowing that she would see him again, she whispered in the wind.

"See you soon, my love"

.....

help, that was longer than I expected lol I'm really sorry if it went on too long and because of that rushed ending, I didn't feel like writing anymore lmao

[descendantsramblings]

I love warm greens fic would you think of doing a part 2 ?

I love them, absolutely I can, sorry this took a minute I didn’t wanna skip too far ahead ❤️It was so fun getting to build the other villains into her friends from being her sister's bullies. I love this little universe so much. That being said, after this I think I am done with these two characters, they have 11,600 words together, I am done with Morgie’s Hearts!GF.

This is a prequel to my story "Warm Greens" which you can find here.

Also I've done some weirddddd things to the lore to make this work, I understand that the Jack of Diamonds is he head guard in the movie and we're all just going to pretend that he's somehow related to the queen so that I may refer to the reader as the princess of diamonds as to use the other red symbol on a deck of cards to draw a tie between the sisters. Thank youuuu.

Cool Reds

Morgie le Fay x Hearts! Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: She would do whatever it took to keep him, wouldn’t she?

Warnings: Make out scene mentions, swearing, mentions of feeling nauseated/sick from anxieties, crying, use of the looking glass, betrayal of trust, references to Greek mythology (but the lore of the myths is a little off due to time since I read them + Disney)

Word count: 9.2K

Have I used this gif already? I have no idea, anyway

   Everything about Morgie le Fay was down right intoxicating. His mere existence in the same room as her was enough to light her every sense on fire. She was absolutely love drunk, barely swimming through the chalice of his affections and not caring if she drowned in them. How could she ever care about her ability to sink or swim when his lip balm was vanilla and his hands were so soft and his cologne could hang to her clothes for days from just a few hours of him holding her. How could she ever think about anything but him when the scent of him was on the collar of her shirt from just hugging him and the ghost of wind on her neck felt like his fingertips?  What was she meant to do about all this love when bites of cupcakes tasted like kissing him until her lips were numb? He was wrapped around her every waking thought like her entire purpose in leaving Wonderland was to find him. So what was she meant to do when Hook and Uliana found them out? 

    What else could the girl do but agree to whatever it took to keep those vanilla lips and cold hands? They knew better than making out anywhere but her dorm. She didn’t have a roommate, her room was safe, villains have eyes on every fly on the wall. But her room held no flies, it was their sanctuary, the only place they could be close without needing an excuse. Studying could be explained away, them both deciding to go swimming at the enchanted lake could happen by chance. Them both coming back from a new coffee shop or restaurant just mere minutes after each other just had to be a coincidence because why would Wonderland’s finest ever be seen out with a sorcerer of the dark arts? 

   But there was no way to explain this though. You can’t explain away hair that’s been mussed up by grabby hands that got a touch too adventurous. There was no valid reason that Morgie le Fay’s rings should be pressed into (Y/n)’s ribs from under her soft red top. Those kiss-bruised lips and flushed faces being so close could only mean one thing. And by god were they never going to hear the end of it. 

    That corner of the library was meant to be safe, no one ever came back there but them. In the past four months no one had interrupted them even once. It should have been a safe and quiet place for their little study break. But all good things must come to an end. Of course they must, the sons of villains aren’t meant to have good things. Morgie should have known that from the moment that bubbling girl made of red tinted moonlight fell into his arms. He wasn’t meant to have sweet meet cutes, the second he realized he’d have to hide her he should have ended it. She deserved to be seen with someone in broad daylight, not hide behind dorm doors and stacks of dusty old spell books. So whatever his friends had to throw at her, he’d take it like punches. He owed her that. If he could give her nothing else, he could do that. 

   “What have we here? A little scandalous little show, eh? Wonderland’s little princess isn’t the scholar she claims to be?” Hook’s face is unreadable, something that should be cocky and yet falls flat somewhere. Smirk as forced as his raised brow as he stands in front of them with crossed arms, the tip of his hook resting between his teeth. “Just taking a little break,” she hums, and though she should untangle herself from Morgie, she doesn’t. (Y/n) grabs his fleeting hand as it tries to abandon her bare side; holding it gently as she rubs the back of it with her thumb. So confident and relaxed, as if there aren't two villains looking her over with the intensity of a predator stalking prey. “Oh really? No one told me that you took your breaks with villains,” Hook leans down with that forced smile, “When’s my turn, huh?” Her eyes are half lidded, leaning up so their faces are only a few inches apart and Morgie’s heart nearly stops in his chest. Hook can’t take this from him, this is the first good thing that Morgie le Fay has ever had. Hook gets everything he wants, why can’t this just be Morgie’s thing? His one good thing. He will not let them take her from him, he’s sure of that. Hazel eyes stay locked on her lips, listening far too intently. “You won’t get one, Cap. I only kiss villains who are actually attractive.” 

    Her words make the pirate stumble back and Morgie bites his swollen bottom lip to hold in a laugh. That’s his girl, god, that’s his girl. “Well, then it seems you’re doing more than just taking a break, aren’t you? You think we’d be okay with that?” Uliana is looking (Y/n) over as if she’s trying to find something, seeming to be an odd mix of offended and proud. The last time Morgie saw her look at someone like that, Maleficent joined the group. Maybe this could be a good thing. He could only hope this would be a good thing. “You think I care if you’re okay with it?” Nope, not a good thing. Morgie was in for a long, long week.  And potentially a break up, though he really didn’t want to lose either piece of this puzzle. “Oh,” Uliana draws the sound out on a laugh, “You are going to be so fun.” 

                                          ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

    The next time (Y/n) sees Hook, he’s pressing the cool, dull side of his hook into the back of her neck, drawing a line down the part of her spine that her collar leaves uncovered as he tuts. “Princess,” it’s a coo, leaning over her shoulder as he speaks. Bodies so close you’d think that the two of them were thick as thieves. Across from the two Bridget is frozen, watching the pirate tease her sister with wide, terrified eyes. But (Y/n) just takes it, rolling her own eyes with a smirk, “Cap, running errands for your sea witch? I was hoping I meant enough that she would come see me herself.” The princess was a lot of things, but a fool -nor a coward- were titles that were on that list. No, she’d been waiting three days for this. When Uliana left their side in the library, she promised she’d be back with an idea of how she could “make it up to them” for “stealing Morgie from their schemes”. The princess didn’t assume the girl to be all talk, so this little charade came as no shock to her. Of course Uliana wouldn’t come on her own though, always sending Hook or Morgie to do her bidding. Perhaps, one of them was a coward. Whatever the girl had decided on, she could take it, she was positive of that. Morgie made her feel like she was floating, she’d hate to let her feet find the ground again when she’s been given a love like that. 

   “Uliana requests your presence, best not to keep her waiting,” he hums, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and forcing her to turn. “I’ll be back, Bridget. I’ll meet you in class?” She sends her sister a soft smile before turning back to the pirate wrapped around her shoulders, “So she figured out what my debt is, eh?” Though he tries to fight it, you can see the ghost of a smile fighting to replace the smirk on his face as he leads her away. (Y/n) was either the most confident person that he’s ever met or she was the best actor at Merlin Academy. He couldn’t quite read it either way and something about that made the girl so incredibly fascinating. Of course she was pretty, that was obvious, but if she always acts like this Hook can understand what made Morgie fall for her. He’s gently pushing her towards Uliana when they walk through the door, hoping the action looked rougher than it actually was. Smirk replacing his smile as he locks eyes with the excitable and impatient sea witch that stands in the middle of her dorm. This would be fun, by god this would be fun. 

    “Uli, Baby, Hook says you finally decided what you want with me? Took you longer than I thought you would,” she’s smirking as she refinds her footing. A soft, cold hand finds its way onto her shoulder as Morgie slinks up behind her and she fights to keep back the excited smile that begs to stretch across her face at his touch. This was the closest they’ve ever been to a public display of affection, it was impossibly hard not to bask in it. Uliana is raising a brow as she approaches them, “Oh did it? You were hoping I’d get to this faster, huh?” “Well, the faster we get this over with, the faster I can go back to making out with one of your lackeys, right?” Lips press against the top of her head as Morgie uses her hair to muffle his laughter. The feeling of it only eggs her on more, eyes growing ever so slightly more crazed. The sea witch before her lets out a cheap laugh, looking her over, “Yeah, something like that.” 

    A hand slinks up to rest on Morgie's, sparing him an adoring smile over her shoulder. “So, what’s my punishment, Uliana? I do have classes after this, can’t spend all day with the lot of you, dreadful for you I know.” A hand harshly comes out to grip her chin, holding the girl’s gaze on her as she speaks. “Well, we were thinking, since you affected one of our friendships, we should mess with one of yours, huh? An eye for an eye? Of course, you don’t have many friends so that precious sister of yours is going to have to do.” Bridget? Bridget doesn’t even know about (Y/n) and Morgie, she shouldn’t have to be brought into this. God she’d hate to know about the two of them at all. She doesn’t need this. But if that’s what it takes. 

   “What’s in it for me?” The words knock the smirk off of Uliana’s face, rendering the girl speechless. Hades and Maleficent become visible on her left as Hook takes her right side, proud smirks written across all three of their faces. This was a game to them, wasn’t it? She could handle that, (Y/n) likes games too. “Excuse you?” “What’s in it for me? I don’t see how bringing someone innocent into this is warranted unless I’m getting something out of it.” Uliana spares a look to Hades, the god only shrugging in response. “You get to keep Morgie, that’s what you get out of it! This is not a negotiation!” A giggle slips through the princess’ lips, turning around to look at her boyfriend. “What do you think, Baby? We went four months without them knowing, don’t you think we could pull off a fake break up and hide things better? No need to spare her feelings,” her hand slips up onto Morgie’s cheek as she speaks, the boy leaning into her touch as if it was magnetic. Adoring eyes flickering over her face as if he was suddenly unaware of the onlookers in the room. She was so pretty when she got all feisty, god he’d wanted to have her like this around his friends for so long. How bad would it be if Morgie just stole a quick kiss? 

    “That will not be happening,” Uliana’s voice is sharp, grabbing the girl’s shoulder to spin her back around. “Then it looks like this just turned into a negotiation, didn’t it, Uliana?” The girl huffs, glancing back to Hook who just shrugs in response. “What do you want out of it, then?” There’s this annoyed pout trying to hide the amusement that covers the girl in front of her and it makes (Y/n) smirk. “What do I want?” A hand comes out to dust Uliana’s shoulder as she mocks the question. “Yes, what do you want out of it? God, are you always like this?” A hum comes out of the princess’ lips, “Only with prey, darling, only with prey. See, Bridget might be a gentler soul, far more fit to rule, but me? Oh I can negotiate a prince out of his kingdom and  into his own grave. You’re taking my two friends from me for what? A boy that I get to keep kissing in secret? That’s not a fair trade.” 

   Her eyes flicker to Hades and Maleficent, smirking as she looks them over. They’re so close, so public. This constantly visible and proud display of affection no matter where they find themselves. “I want to be able to act like them,” she justs her chin out towards the couple and Uliana’s eyes follow the motion. “Absolutely not, there is no way I’ll allow Morgie to be seen like that with someone who isn’t one of us,” her arms cross over her chest as she glares at (Y/n) and the princess’ smirk only grows. “Oh yeah, well then I guess you’re going to have to let me into your little gang, aren’t you, Uli?” 

                                          ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

     The villain’s hideout at the Black Lagoon is nothing like (Y/n) imagined, but the past three days have led her to realizing it was in no way bad. Actually, she was pretty comfortable there. It was darker than most places in Camelot, closer to the lighting of Wonderland’s sun than the one that shines here. Perhaps that’s why Uliana liked it here, surely the light rivals the refracted version the ocean offered, there had to be something comforting to the sea witch about that. And with the promise of four friends and the most attractive boy she ever laid eyes on coming with the hideout, she had to say she was more than a little excited to be able to come into it openly instead of sneaking about. It was almost time for that, all she had to do was succeed in this one little stunt. One that would finish frogging a relationship her hand had already begun to unravel; of course, isn’t that how she ended up here to begin with? She knew that with Bridget goes Ella too, but did the girl ever actually like (Y/n)? The princess was fairly certain she was dead weight from the moment she stepped out of the rabbit hole; she was ready to go back to being a valuable player like she was back home. Back where Bridget’s only purpose was to rule as a figure head, not nearly mad enough for the kingdom’s own good. 

    This would get her that, surely it would. So why did part of her feel so sick? Her organs twisting around themselves like snakes, dragging against her spine like it was a dagger. Eating her alive from the inside out in a way that she wasn’t used to feeling. This was a good thing, wasn’t it? She’d have Morgie, she’d get to have friends more like the ones she had back home than Ella ever could be. She’d be out from under her sister’s incredibly kind yet cautious gaze. Able to love openly, to be seen by people she’d watched with morbid fascination and curiosity. This would be a good thing. So, (Y/n) pulls her knees up to her stomach and lets her eyes flutter closed. Arms wrapping around her legs as her head falls to rest on top of them. Taking slow breaths in through her nose and letting them shakily leave her mouth. Hoping for anything that will soothe the sickness building up in her gut, this normally worked for her, didn’t it?

Just as she’s beginning to relax, she feels the presence of someone in front of her. The princess tells herself that it’s probably just Morgie coming to check in on her. Or perhaps Hook, the pirate had taken an odd liking to her in the last few days, always seeming to hover, this unreadable look stretched across his otherwise cocky features every time he looked at her. But two calloused and extremely warm hands come to rest on her exposed elbows. There was no way that was Morgie, his hands were far too smooth and cold, more like stone than flames. So (Y/n) spares the energy to look up, eyes flickering to light blue hair and a stoney expression that held a touch more concern than his normal sarcastic features. 

     In the four days that (Y/n) has been hanging around the gang of villains, Hades has found himself quickly growing rather fond of the silver tongued princess. She was a red tinted sunrise on the horizon. Someone he could easily understand taking up space in Morgie’s heart as she’d quickly come to claim a spot in his. Something about her reminded him of his years stuck in time. Of siblings he was once so fond of. She reminded him a touch too much of Demeter, a sliver of life and renewal. Drawn so easily to green and growth, with this small air of selfishness fueled by nothing but her emotional compass. So much like that younger sister of his that he wished he could get her out of this whole thing. The princess of Wonderland was far too much like the goddess of harvest and what they were asking her to do? That was far more aligned with the works of his brothers. Far closer to those drawn straws that he shared with Poseidon and Zues, giving herself the longer straw and taking Olympus for her own hand, casting Bridget to the Underworld, alone in the dark. Could she live with herself if she went through with such a thing? Could Hades live with himself if it destroyed this gift of red apples and bright green leaves? 

   So he sinks to her eye level once he knows he has her attention. Voice small and nearly adoring as he looks at her with the softest expression his features will allow. “Are you sure you can do this, (Y/n)?” She nods but the movement is barely visible, hardly believable. “Your face is starting to match Morgie’s shirt, Princess. There’s no shame in backing out of this.” With his words, the girl’s face hardens, legs falling from their pulled up position to cross before her. (Y/n)’s shoulders square back, her chin rises and she takes on this unmistakable air of confidence. The same look she had when she declared that she wanted to be able to act like himself and Maleficent, she’s making sure that the villains in the room can’t look down on her. And Hades hates to admit to it, but he respects it. “Don’t try to psych me out, Hades. You can’t scare me away,” the tone she held on Monday is there but there's something about it that’s missing. Perhaps it’s just that Morgie is hovering over a cauldron with his own girlfriend and Uliana instead of over her. Hades can’t be quite sure.

   “I’d never,” he rubs his thumb over the side of her elbow as he talks, something about it seems to relax her. Good, at least he can give her that. “I just, listen (Y/n), I know what it feels like to have your sibling betray you. Bridget is your family and after this there is such a high chance that she will never forgive you again. Are you sure you want to take that risk over a boy?” Her red nail polish is stark against his pale skin as she lets a hand fall on top of his, a gentle smile on her lips. “Would you do it for Maleficent?” And Hades pauses, lip between his teeth. Of course he’d betray Zues, Hera, or Poseidon for Mali, he’d give the underworld for her. But if it was Hestia or Demeter, could he do it?  Could Hades betray growth and warmth for love? “I would, a hundred times over.” Something about his words seem to melt away some of the anxiety resting in the princess’ face as she squeezes his hand. “Then yes, I’d do it for Morgie, but I get you guys out of the deal too. I think trading one friend who I can’t hold a conversation with for four friends I can actually talk to is more than a step up.” She moves her hands to rest on her back, pressing into it until Hades hears a harsh “pop”. “Anyway, it’s not like Bridget and I are close at home. She has no friends and I have friends she hates, may as well make school match it. Plus, she never quite forgave me for burning down the West Wing tower while I was arguing with our Mother.” 

    Her answer earns her the most joyous laugh the crew thinks they’ve ever heard come from Maleficent, the dark pixie bouncing up to them with bewilderment in her eyes. “You burned down part of your own castle? Out of spite?” (Y/n) smirks, leaning towards Maleficent with this proud look in her eyes, “Oh, that isn’t even half of it. You know what they say, we’re all a little mad in Wonderland.” “Oh you beautiful little pyro,” Maleficent gives her a smile, reaching out to tap a finger against the tip of her nose. It earns her a playful smirk, the princess’ eyes shining with this mischievous glint as the pixie’s hand recoils. (Y/n) dusts off her pants as Hades rises to his feet before her. Taking an outstretched hand from the god to pull herself up with a confident smile that only Morgie can tell is faker than Hook’s arrogance. “Now, I don’t have all night. If we want me to be able to get into that dorm and get her diary we better get started.” 

    As she makes her way to Morgie, the princess refuses to meet his eyes. Her confidence can only hold for so long and the sorcerer had grown to be able to read her like a book, even from across the room. He was worth it, by the gods he was worth it. But what if Hades had a point? What if she was throwing away a possibly salvageable relationship with her sister for nothing more than a fair weather boy? Of course, Morgie hasn’t given her a reason to feel that way, but there was always the lingering concern, wasn’t there? How often did high school sweethearts turn out to be soulmates? She twirls the ring on her left hand as she looks over the cauldron, the heart shaped stone brushing over the inside of her middle finger and her pinkie as a grounding force as she takes in the blush pink rose that waits at the bottom of the vast black cast iron. She needed to do something for herself while she was in Bridget’s room, there was one thing that could solidify this. She could always lie and say she couldn’t find the diary, back out and run for the hills if she found something that would change her mind, couldn’t she? (Y/n) leans into the new found warmth of Morgie’s arm around her shoulder, the chill of his fingertips against her bicep grounding her to the moment. This is it, isn’t it? 

    With a delicate brush of her fingers, Uliana lifts the soft rose from the bottom of the cauldron, smiling at the girl who was quickly proving herself to be quite a good asset to her team. “Now, you’ll have to be careful with this, the spell on it can only affect one person. Make sure Bridget pricks her finger on one of the thorns, it will knock her out for six hours. Little Miss. Sunshine will wake up tomorrow with a completely normal flower in her hands and think she just fell asleep, got it?” (Y/n) nods, taking a deep breath as she reaches forward for the rose, eyes locked onto the soft, pale petals. It took Maleficent and Uliana forever to decide on a way to get the spell into the overly preppy princess; her sister could not mess this up for them. “Hook, Hades, and Maleficent are going to be waiting on you down the hall from her dorm. Mali here will use a speed reading spell to find the best pages in the diary and make copies of them. Then you, Hook, and Hades are going to plaster the courtyard in the copies, I don’t want any of the cobblestone visible, understand me?” And she nods again, visibly seeming to understand her place in the group as a lackey already. Good. 

     Before the princess can reach out for the rose, Morgie’s fingers catch under her chin, drawing her face up to him. “We should kiss first, for good luck.” How could she ever question that? What could ever lead her away from his perfect pale pink lips? So she smiles, letting her hand find his cheek as if it were second nature for her. (Y/n) pulls the boy down softly against her lips, pecking them with the softest kiss her anxious form can muster. “You be safe,” he whispers against her lips, pulling away from them in the gentlest way he can before pressing another quick kiss to his lover’s forehead. And she nods with a tight lipped smile, watching as he reaches for the cursed rose.

                                          ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

     Bridget’s dorm, much like her room back home, perfectly matches her. It’s almost a comforting sight to (Y/n)’s anxiously bouncing eyes. Or it would be if she didn’t know what she was here to do. The pink dorm room smells like strawberries and white chocolate, surely the scent comes from the little oven that waits patiently on a table in the girls room. The machine visibly on and letting out a soft hum as it bakes whatever it is her sister is making. Finally, as she forces them to stop bouncing, her eyes land on Bridget. Her bright pink hair is already done up in foam rollers at the top of her head, a magazine resting in her hands as she waits on whatever she’s baking to finish up so she can go to bed. (Y/n) fights to steady her hands as she approaches her sister, holding the rose carefully behind her back. 

   “Hey Bridge!” The gentle tone in her voice makes the girl lift her head, smiling at her with this nearly fond look on her face. “Everything okay?” No, it’s not. I am about to absolutely ruin you. “Yeah, I just went on a hike and I found the loveliest rose bush near the enchanted lake. The flowers made me think of you so,” she delicately pulls the bloom out from behind her back, offering it with a nervous smile to her always excitable sister. And just like she knew she would, Bridget bounces in her seat, reaching up for the pale pink flower with excited hands. (Y/n) drops her grip on the stem, barely avoiding a thorn as she lets it fall and Bridget’s hand circles around it, hissing slightly as one of the thick barbs jabs into the soft pad of her thumb. “Oh, ow,” she mumbles, readjusting the flower into her other hand so she can look at the prick point. It didn’t break skin, (Y/n) hopes it doesn’t have to for the spell to work. “Sorry, I should have warned you I didn’t take them off,” her voice is riddled with her anxiety and she can only hope that her sister can’t tell it’s not connected to the tiny flesh wound she’s earned. 

    Bridget shakes her head with a smile, letting the rose rest on the bed beside her, “No it’s okay! Really I should be more careful.” A yawn follows the words, big brown eyes slowly becoming harder to see through heavy eyelids. “I mean, why wouldn’t there be thorns on a rose, right?” She’s letting her eyes flutter closed, losing the fight to keep them open. And (Y/n) watches somewhere in between relief and horror as her sister slumps to her side on her bed, body nearly toppling over as her magazine hits the floor. She should feel awful, but some odd part of her relaxes, moving to adjust Bridget on the bed just like the pink girl had done for her a hundred times before when she’d come home after a touch too much fun. Gentle hands take the girls legs and pull them onto the bed, laying the soft pink fleece throw from the bottom of the bed over her tired form. The magazine being lifted up and placed onto the nightstand, the rose settling on top of it. Not that Bridget will want anything to do with the flower this time tomorrow, but the morning version of her would feel terrible if she were to step on it. (Y/n) knows this. 

    Quite frankly, (Y/n) knows her half-estranged sister a touch too well. Which is how she knows exactly where the white leather bound journal she bought her two Christmases ago will be sitting. The spine standing out stark and bare on her bookshelf between a copy of “Romeo and Juliet” and some enchanted pastries cookbook. It’s an invasion of privacy to even touch the thing, let alone to hand it over to her tormentors to use it against her. She’ll probably abandon the thing once and for all after this though, not the (Y/n) isn’t hyper aware of what type of things will be littering the pages. Things about how cute she thought Hook was when they first started school here, how she just doesn’t understand why she finds Ella oh so charming, mentions of how truly lonely Camelot is, how lonely Wonderland always was. Every single thought the girl had would be waiting in that journal and now the stark white is waiting patiently between her hands. Pure innocence against the violent red of her coffin shaped nails. Without any other thoughts to what she was doing, she slips the book under her arm, hands ghosting back over her shelf. (Y/n) just needed one more thing before she could slip out the door with this little book, one little push to prove that even if it hurt someone she was supposed to love, what was happening would mean something. There it is, waiting on the edge of a mid tier shelf, dust coating the top of its red gems. 

    Of course there would be dust on it. Bridget loves surprises, always swore to never use the thing, but her sister? Oh (Y/n) needs it, so desperately in a way she’d never needed anything before. Her hand reaches out for the little mirror, bottom lip between her teeth as she grasps it. “Alright, looking glass,” she whispers it, as if her new found friends would hear her down the hall, or Bridget had the ability to wake up before her spell wore off. “I need you to prove to me that this is worth it. What does my future look like with Morgie? Where does this go?” Shaking hands pop open the compact little mirror, looking herself dead in the eye, she whispers the words again. Her stomach swirling in a mix of hope and fear that’s nearly enough to make bile rise to her mouth as her reflection clouds over. Then, it dissipates, leaving a new image in the wake of her own watchful eye’s reflection. 

    A man, probably one seven or so years older than she is right now is looking back at her in the glass, and though she’s never seen him like this before, she’d recognize those eyes anywhere. He’s laughing- a sound that (Y/n) can’t truly hear but she knows all too well- with a little girl dressed in red perched on his shoulders, one hand tangled in his hair. She’s clearly pulling his hair as she reaches down for something but Morgie won’t quite let her get to it. Then the image pulls out slightly, revealing a woman who is probably somewhere in her mid twenties, she’s in red too and it takes the princess a moment to realize who she’s looking at. Watching the way tired eyes look up to Morgie with a fondness, looking between a blanket resting in her arms and the man before her as she says something that (Y/n) can’t quite hear. It’s her, and the blanket isn’t just a blanket. Now the face of a baby looks up from the green knit material as this older version of herself references from the baby’s little nose and up to Morgie’s. It’s them, happy and laughing and holding two kids who both seem to be under the age of four and it’s so cozy. As if the four of them don’t recognize anything but the love existing between them. 

    The sight seems to settle some knot in her stomach as she lets the gold compact close again. (Y/n) puts it gently back into it’s place before she turns to Bridget again. She gets a family from this, yes maybe she loses one too , but she gets her dream life from this one little step. And that means something, doesn’t it? For her to get what she wants from this life is enough for her to do this one, fairly harsh, thing. Morgie isn’t a fair weather boy, he’s the sunlight that shines off of the green grass of the forest floor. She can do this if it means a life with him, the princess is sure of that. So she does the last acts of kindness she can afford to give her sister. She crosses to her oven, smiling as she reaches in time with the timer’s little ding, and pulls out the strawberry cookies that the other princess had undoubtedly spent an hour or so on, letting the hot tray rest  on a spare pot holder. And as she turns off the table top oven, she turns to look at her sister, the future queen of Wonderland, who sleeps soundly on her bed. (Y/n) lets herself wander to the girl’s bedside, laying a feather-like kiss onto her forehead, and with this final act of kindness, she finds her way back to Bridget’s door. 

   Walking out of the pink, and the Wonder, and the Hearts family line. And into something new, something dark blue and maroon and black. Into the le Fay line and the waiting hands and hooks of friends who were more like her than (Y/n) would have admitted to herself five months ago. She lets her speed pick up, running to the waiting hands of Hook and Maleficent who both hold a look somewhere between wicked excitement and annoyance. “What took so long?” The dark pixie’s words are hissed as she puts a well manicured hand out for the white leather book. “She moved the damned thing,” the princess hisses back, letting it fall into Maleficent’s hand as she leans into Hook’s side. Unable to watch as Maleficent tears her sister’s psyche apart, she lets her eyes flicker over to the pirate beside her. Hook is smiling at her -not his normal cocky smirk but this real genuine, almost kind thing- looking more proud of her than her parents ever have as he pats her shoulder in this nearly loving way. “You did good, Princess. You did really good.” She smiles back to him, fighting the “thank you” that begs to hang off her tongue as she turns back to the pixie and the god before her. 

    “Hey Mali,” she starts and the pixie doesn’t correct her to using her full name. She’s earned the nickname now, or at least (Y/n) supposes that’s what that means. “Yes?” There was one more kindness that she could spare her sister, (Y/n) has to do one last thing for her. She owes Bridget that. “I was thinking -and I know that the plan was already set in stone so you can tell me no- what if we changed a few things in the copies?” Maleficent’s eyes flash this sickly green hue as they flicker up to her, a blank expression taking over the rest of her features. “Like what?” “Well,” she doesn’t realize she’s wrapped her arm around Hook until she feels her fingers wrap around cold metal. The sensation seems to stabilize her though, the girl taking a deep breath as she continues, “Bridget is head over heels for Ella, and I know that the little peasant,” the insult pains her to say it but she pushes through, “has the hots for my sister too. So what if we changed the name of the girl she’s writing about to be someone else? Make it where her crush thinks her love is unrequited so that Bridget can’t have her?” Mali’s smirk is undoubtedly proud as she looks (Y/n) over, “You might just be more nasty than we thought, Princess.” 

                                          ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

      Bridget Hearts knows that something feels off when she wakes up that next morning. She’s far more groggy than she’s used to being, something about being awake feels too far off, but she is. Strangest of all, she doesn’t remember being tired, she has no knowledge of falling asleep, but obviously she did. And from the red lipstick mark on her forehead, and the pink blanket she woke up tucked beneath, she knows her sister was still there when she fell asleep. It’s an oddly comforting thought, the roles of the two girls being reversed, but it’s enough to put a slight pep in Bridget’s step as she packs up her strawberry cookies and makes her way down the hall to meet Ella at the school’s front entrance. 

    She tries not to think anything of it as her friend grabs her hand, leading her to the cafeteria to grab their breakfast before making their way to the courtyard like they always do. Nothing about what the two girls are doing is abnormal. They’re falling into their daily routine like they always have, talking about how Ella’s night was and about the Prince who clearly wants to date her. Bridget trying not to give into her jealousy over Prince Charming. It would be perfectly mundane, if it wasn’t for the whispering. Those pointed eyes that seem to follow Bridget everywhere she goes, as if they can see through her. She has half the nerve to look down and check that she remembered pants that morning. Bridget feels thoroughly exposed to the gazes of the student body around her, and yet she has no clue what they’re seeing. 

    It’s when they make their way into the courtyard that Bridget begins to understand what’s happening. The cobblestone that surrounds it is covered in pages of something. And those pages have a far too familiar pink hue to them, the corners marked with spades and hearts and clubs and diamonds, just like the diary that her sister gifted her a few years before. She puts her breakfast tray down beside Ella and Bridget promises that she’ll be right back, wandering over to one of the walls as she feels every eye in the courtyard watching her. When she reaches it though, Bridget doesn’t have to look hard to recognize her own handwriting, her eyes skimming a few pages. “Any yeah, I know he’s a pirate but maybe he’d want to steal my heart as well as treasure.” “Of course, I understand how (Y/n) makes friends easier but that doesn’t mean it’s not incredibly lonely. I miss the way that it used to be.” “If I knew that boarding school would be as lonely as being homeschooled, maybe I would have just stayed in Wonderland. Of course I have Ella but I wish more people saw me. Maybe I should try using my baking skills, people like gifts, don’t they?” 

    And as if it’s knocking the air out of her lungs, her eyes land on the worst of it. “Obviously someone like Aladdin would be able to get her attention, I’m an idiot for ever thinking that she would see me. I mean, I’m just the idiot who thought leaving Wonderland could get her more friends, that’s my stupid mistake. But even though Jasmine doesn’t seem interested in him, I can’t help but wish she’d tell him that. I want her to look at me, not him and his stupid hair.” Though she’d pinned them down as her diary entries a few lines ago, this one is just wrong. She wasn’t talking about Jasmine and Aladdin, Bridget didn’t have a crush on Jasmine. This was originally about Ella, about Ella and Prince Charming’s stupid hair and his stupid smile and his stupidly obvious crush on the girl that Bridget wanted just as badly. With her eyes growing more blurry by the second, Bridget pulls away, turning as she hears a wicked little laugh behind her. 

    The sound feels unnatural as (Y/n) lets it slip from her lips. The princess nearly cringing at the forced laughter she lets out as she looks at her sister. Bridget with her teary eyes and quivering lip, staring at the arm wrapped around the girl’s shoulder as if it was a snake about to lash out at snap at her. Then her eyes travel, away from Morgie le Fay’s arm and down to the white leather resting between bright red coffin shaped claws. “Sis, thank you so much for letting me borrow this book, it was a real,” she forces another laugh, “Page turner.” Bridget’s mouth falls open and closed a few times, as if she can’t force a sound out of her throat. Eventually, after a choked sob, the pink girl manages to clench her fists, something in the motion seeming to ground her as she looks at her, “You did this? How? When? Why?” 

   It’s nearly impossible not to shrink away into her boyfriend’s side, (Y/n) wasn’t quite ready to see her sister look this impossibly broken. She felt sick, that same taste of bile that welled into her mouth last night fighting to make its way back. “You liked the rose, didn’t you, Bridge? I just thought you know, a gift,” her hand waves to Bridget and then to the wall and the rest of the villains, “For a gift.” She tosses the book in her hands away from her like it’s poison, letting it find a home in front of Bridget’s shoes as she reaches her now empty hand up to her shoulder to hold onto Morgie’s. He presses a kiss to her temple, laughing as he watches Bridget scramble to get her diary. And then, in the snap of Maleficent’s perfectly manicured fingers, the pink pages wallpapering the cobblestones are gone. “Just needed a little fun for our new girl is all,” Uliana all but coos the words to the pink princess before her, stepping closer, “I’m pretty sure you know her? Morgie’s girlfriend?” Bridget recoils as if Uliana’s slapped her, and (Y/n) watches tears finally fall from her eyes as she turns on her heel and runs away from all six VKs. 

   Finally, without the watching eyes of her shattering sister, the princess lets herself shrink down, shoulders slumping as she crumbles into Morgie’s gentle embrace. He knows her too well, far too well, because after he feels her shift, he turns to his friends and promises they’ll be right back. With their nods and “okays” they all move to go back to their breakfast table, and Morgie pulls his lover into one of the hallways beside the courtyard. A quiet and dark one, the least used of them, and he untangles himself from her. Instead moving to stand in front of (Y/n), one hand on her shoulder while the other tilts her head up from by chin. “Hey, you did it, it’s over,” his voice is barely above a whisper, looking her over as if he’s trying to check her for injuries. The princess nods, reaching up a slightly shaky hand to rest on his cheek, pulling the boy down and into a real kiss. 

   This one isn’t like the other ones they’ve shared. Not quick and timid pecks of two kids sneaking around and scared to get caught. Not the gentle and quick kiss they shared before this all started last night. No where near the needy and touchy make out sessions they’d take any chance they had the time. Nor the playful and touchy kisses that turned into tickle fights and neck kiss. But something new. Soft, delicate as a rose petal. It’s warmth meeting cold, skin meeting scales, the green of grass getting caught up in the red sky of a early autumn sunrise. As if she was managing to seal their energies into one, locking him to her in the only way the two teens knew how. The kiss was them, and Morgie le Fay knew no other way to describe it. When she pulls away, leaving her forehead pressed to his, he can’t bring himself to open his eyes yet. Instead, breaking the grin on his lips to softly ask, as if he feared scaring her off, “What was that for?” 

   She giggles, this sound that isn’t quite like the one that spilled from her lips when she realized the position she’d fallen into when she tripped over her untied shoelace and fell into his lap four months ago. But it’s closer to her real laugh than he’s heard in a week, and this giggle can be enough for him right now, because even if she said she was okay with it, he knows the girl he loves just broke her own heart for him. “I just put myself through hell to be able to do that, I couldn’t wait a second longer.” And yeah, this can be enough for him right now, especially when she’s leaning back into him, as if their lips have their own magnetic pull to them. 

                                          ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

    Oddly enough, on her first day as an official villain, Hades and Maleficent ask her to hang out, and who would (Y/n) be if she said no? It was nice, even if it meant that she didn’t get back to her dorm until seven p.m. when she’d only gotten three hours of sleep before being up at six a.m. for class. Turns out that the two were nicer than she thought, they might even have the ability to grow into two of her closest friends. Especially if they keep talking to her like she deserves to be seen. She’s pretty sure that Morgie is the only person who has ever tried to see her, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have his -their- friends see her too. Not as the rebel or the princess of diamonds, not as the arsonist or the bad sister, but as (Y/n). She wouldn’t mind that she was just now getting back from seeing people who wanted to see her soul, her exhausted mind begging her to go to sleep this early, if it wasn’t for the cardboard box outside of her dorm. 

    The thing is an obvious eyesore in an otherwise well decorated hallway; so despite the voice that begs her not to touch it, (Y/n) bends down and grabs it. Toting the thing into her room and letting it fall to the desk. The same voice that begged her not to touch the box now tries to convince her not to open it. But the princess of diamonds has always had the curiosity of a cat. So she ignores the voice for the second time that day, lifting the cardboard lid and letting it clatter to the floor. She knows the contents of the box well enough to know exactly where it all came from but (Y/n) lifts the pink paper that sits on the top of it anyway. Brows furrowing as something falls from the page, clattering against the ground like metal as she flips open the folded sheet. 

   The paper is from the same journal that got her to this point, a diamond sitting in the bottom corner of the page which felt terribly deliberate. And Bridget’s perfect handwriting is surrounded by marks that the other princess is sure had to have been born from tears, shaking hands barely holding it steady. “I don’t need to look into the looking glass to know we don’t come back from this one. Signed, The Princess of Hearts.” Somewhere, deep inside of herself, (Y/n) knows exactly what fell to the floor when she opened the note. But that doesn’t stop the princess from dropping to her knees to search for it. She’s right, of course she’s right, there laying on her hardwood floor, rests a golden band that holds a red marquis cut stone. Suddenly the heart shaped ring on (Y/n)’s finger weighs fifteen pounds. 

                                          ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

     Hook was not the type that enjoyed when his quiet time was disturbed, and he definitely considered the rushed banging on his door room door to be just that. But with Morgie not in the room, it seems that it’s left up to him to answer whoever thinks they have the right to interrupt his viewing of tonight’s episode of “Three’s a Crowd”. The pirate throws his legs over the side of the bed, storming over to the door and ripping it open as the incessant knocking seems to grow louder. “Can I fucking help,” he cuts his own question short, eyes falling on the princess he seems to be growing oddly attached to, “(Y/n) what’s wrong?” 

   That one little question seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, the princess falling into shaking sobs as her knees buckle beneath her. Hook doesn’t think about it as he reaches out for her, letting his arms slide beneath hers to steady the girl, pulling her into both his chest and his dorm. “Hey,” he’s never been the best with crying and the feeling of her hot tears sinking into his pajama top is almost unnerving but he does his best to sound gentle. “Hey, princess, what is it? I’ve got you.” Through strangled sobs she manages to speak, “Where is he? I need him.” He softly pressed her head to rest further into his -now wet- shoulder, adjusting his grip on her to hold her ever so slightly tighter. “He’s just in the shower, he’ll be back any minute. Lass, talk to me, what happened?” 

    It's nearly impossible for him to decipher through the blubbering tears that rack the girl’s body but Hook follows along the best that he can. Something about matching rings of each other’s symbols and baby pictures being given back to her. A story of a page from a stolen diary and two princesses that would never be sisters by anything but blood ever again. The princess painting a tale of a light in the dark shining through in the visions of a compact mirror that proved she’d be a le Fay by name and have a family through love. And finally through a last shaking sob, she says the first thing that Hook fully can grasp. “Hades told me that it would feel this bad but, god. Hook, she hates me. How am I supposed to spend three months at home with her and away from Morgie when I chose him over her?” 

    He might not be able to do much. Hook can’t fix this, he can’t look to her and admit that he feels so incredibly guilty. He can’t tell (Y/n) that he’s known about her and Morgie for two, almost three, whole months now and didn’t care. That Morgie came home with her signature red lipstick lingering on his collar and he knew immediately where his roommate had been sneaking off to because no one at Merlin Academy thought red lips were a staple but the princess before him. Hook can’t admit to the girl that he never cared about their relationship, he can’t admit that he thought this entire thing was fucked and terrifying. The pirate can’t tell her that he can’t turn off the part of his mind wondering if Uliana would do this to keep her claws in the sorcerer that already worships her, what would she do to his potential partner? He can’t tell her anything about this situation that would make him feel like less than a dick, but he can keep her out of that castle. He can protect her from a bomb that he helped to craft. 

    So Hook lets his mouth fall open, and as if it was the most casual thing on Earth, he speaks this heavy and adoring offer into existence. “You could always join my crew, Morgie, and I on the Jolly Roger this summer. No need to go home and see her constantly if you don’t want to. I already let a sorcerer use my ship to escape a house that doesn’t feel like a home, I’d be more than willing to let a negotiator join my crew too.” She looks to him, a ghost of a smile dotting her lips, and for the first time since she entered his dorm, the girl takes a steady breath. “Do you mean that?” He nods, untangling himself from the girl so she can see him better, so she can take in the honesty that litters his features. “Only if that’s something you want, Lass.” “Please,” she breathes the word out, smiling at the pirate with this gentle sense of hope in her eyes. And yeah, maybe Hook did lead her to the slaughter, but now he’d be her adoring cattle dog instead. 

   Morgie walks in as she speaks, pulling a t-shirt over his head, curls out and visible from the water that clings to them. Of course he’s heard at least the tail end of their conversation, far too many questions wait to roll off his tongue. But first, he smiles because he can finally have her in his room and it not be a problem. So the sorcerer walks up to his girlfriend, pulling her against him and pressing a kiss to her heated and slightly salty cheek, “To what do I owe the honor?” She’s turning in his arms, nuzzling into the crook of his neck with her arms around his waist, “Can I stay here tonight? Currently every physical thing that exists in terms of my relationship with my sister is sitting in my dorm and I just can’t be there.” And of course his answer is yes, why wouldn’t it be yes? He’s been waiting months for a chance to fall asleep in her arms, and that’s what all of this mess was for, wasn’t it? The purpose of all of this chaos was to be able to reach the calm in their storm, was it not? So he lets another kiss fall to the top of her head as he tightens his grip on her, and he sends a thankful look to the pirate in the tear stained tee. Maybe Morgie le Fay was meant to have a family, even if it came in the form of red tinted moonlight and rocking waves.

[buzzcutlip]

congrats on 100 maggie that’s amazing!! 🎉🫶🏻

could I request carmy with a single!mom reader and they’re still kinda fresh in their relationship and with both of their busy schedules it’s hard to have any alone time and whenever they’re trying to have privacy for adult fun time it keeps being interrupted by reader’s little one bc reader’s daughter loves carmy and they’re both going crazy but also love becoming a new lil family. I just keep thinking about how carmy would be with a little kid and how he’d take over the role of a stepdad-dad 😩

Thank you! :)

I would like to say that I love kids and I worked in childcare for years. However, I'm not much into kid fics - rarely read them and never wrote one! Your prompt got me thinking so I'm sharing my head canons about stepdad!Carmy (explicit stuff behind the cut!)

You're so scared to tell Carmy you're a mom because you've started having real feelings; it's not just fooling around anymore. When you finally share that you've got a little girl, you're sick to your stomach with nerves, worried about the possibility of being rejected or ridiculed. But Carmy surprises you—pleasantly—by not freaking out at all. He nods and asks a couple of basic questions: "How old is she? Who's looking after her when you two are together? What's her favorite Disney movie?"

Carmy does freak out—once he's at home. He barely sleeps that night, thinking of all the ways the "wrong" in him or with him could rub off on the little girl once they meet. Because he's a messed-up grown-up who has no clue how to behave.

You can't keep putting off Carmen meeting your daughter after four months of dating. You can't, and you don't want to. It takes a bit of effort before Carmen opens up about his difficult childhood and messed-up family. You assure him that it's not going to affect your daughter and promise him that you absolutely believe he's a good person.

Your little one is almost four, and she's independent, sassy, and loving, so she probably understands Carmy's hesitation and worries better than you do—without Carmen ever needing to say a word. She knows he's a chef—a cook—so she takes his hand and shows him her own wooden kids' kitchen. Carmy's eyes are huge and glassy when he looks up at you, and you hold back your own tears.

The first time you witness Carmy and your daughter cooking together (not in the kids' kitchen), your heart almost stops. You know how sacred the kitchen—any kitchen—is for him, as well as the whole process of meal prepping. They're just baking cookies, from what you can see over Carmy's broad back, flour everywhere, and he uses the softest voice on her: "You make a ball from the dough, that's right. Well done, chef," and "You got it, darling," and "Good job, good girl," followed by a high-five, your daughter giggling, clearly proud of herself.

That night, you ask Carmy to stay - the first time while your daugher is at home too - and he agrees, with a soft smile and a chaste kiss to your temple. You're a bit apprehensive about having sex, anxious about your little one overhearing something or waking up in the middle of it, but at the end it's you who asks Carmen for it. You beg him with your eyes, your hands and mouth, and who's he to say 'no'? The day had been emotional and the remaints of it hang between you as he fucks you on your back, staring into your soul, reaching there with his cock too. You're kinda trying to hurry up, Carmy thrusting into you with sharp movements that make you gasp out puffs of air between the two of you. He leans in to whisper into your ear "You're taking it so well, you would take my load so well, would you want another baby, hm?" His words surprise you and make you so hot that you come with a startle the next second.

Fuck, Carmy Berzzato wants a kid with you?

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Chapter 31 of 'Artificial Wingman!'

for the entire story, click Here!

Enjoy!

---

Jason eyed Danny from his position on the couch, pretending to be completely engrossed in his book. Ever since the other morning, the teen had been acting... weird. At least, weirder than normal.

It had started when Jason had got up the day prior. As per usual after a gruling patrol, after breakfast and a shower, he had passed out as soon as his head touched the pillow, and stayed asleep until the sun was just an hour or two from setting. He probably would have slept in longer, but his stomach had made it's need for food known, and his bladder wasn't too happy with him either.

When he walked into the kitchen, intending to put together the world's greatest sandwich to tame his hunger, he had come in to the sight of the Demon brat and Jazz fast asleep, Jazz curled up like a content cat in the arm chair and Damien sprawled ungracefully on the couch. Both had been covered in throw blankets, and a Disney movie played on in the background. The only person not asleep had been Danny, who on first glance seemed to be back to working on his gun. And Jason would have left it at that, if not for the teen seeming to panic as he walked into the kitchen.

He had startled, flailed a bit as he whirled around to face the man. The gun had been hastily shoved under a pillow, out of Jason's line of sight. "Heeeey," The kid had drawled, his midwestern accent making the word roll off his tongue naturally. "I, uh. Didn't hear you get up?"

"...Okay?" Jason had raised an eyebrow at the teen, still not awake enough to deal with whatever was going on with him. "I got hungry. It's almost dinner time." He pointed out, his tone dry.

"It is?" Danny blinked owlishly at him before looking at the time. "Huh, I guess it is."

Jason couldn't help but smirk at the kid. "What, to absorbed in your work or something?"

It was meant to be  a joke, just some light ribbing that was natural between him and his friends and family. Instead of laughing or rolling his eyes, like Jason was used to, the teen seemed to grow tense. His eyes drifted to the wall above Jason's shoulder, obviously trying not to look directly at the man, as he tried to laugh it off. "Me? Absorbed in my work? Psh, nah! I would never! Haha..." his laugh was audibly strained.

An awkward silence fell between them, Jason staring as the teen figited in place. "Uh-huh. Right, okay." Jason had to force himself to break the silence. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starved. How's about you wake those two up, and I'll make us all some sandwiches?" He had barely finished talking before Danny nodded enthusiastically, practiacally leaping to wake the others in the room.

Jason didn't mention Danny's weird behavior to either his sister or Damien, but he couldn't let it go either. And the more he observed the teen, the more he was convinced that Danny was hiding something.

That led to now. With Jason's face half-burried in his book and Danny fiddling with the gun's casing. Fiddling, not actually doing anything besides screwing and unscrewing the screws that fixed everything together. Every few minutes, he would put down his weird glowing screwdriver and pass his hand over the odd glass beakers on the back, almost as if checking for a change in them. Jason was left to assume he didn't find what he was looking for, as he would flip the gun and pick up his screwdriver again and repeat the process.

Finally, Jason had had enough. He closed his book and set it aside with an overly loud sigh. Just like he knew it would, his movement drew Danny's attention immediatly. "Okay, I can't stand this anymore." Jason let the exasperation leak into his tone and he stood from his arm chair, only to walk a few feet and flop down next to the teenager.

Danny let out a startled half-chirp, half-wheeze sound that shouldn't be possible for human vocal cords, quickly shoving the gun under the nearest pillow. "W-what do you need?" He asked, clearly trying for casual.

Jason shot him a look, one that conveyed just how much Danny wasn't fooling him. "What I need," Jason began, "Is for you to tell me what the Hell is going on with you. You've been acting off since yesterday, and I want to know why."

"Nothing is going on!" The teen answers, a little too quickly. He looked away from Jason, his eyes going his hands. It was way too obvious that he was lying. 'We definatly have to work on that,' Jason couldn't help but think, frowning at him.

Sitting up, Jason sighed. "Yeah, alright. The thing is, you see, when you look away like that, it makes it kinda obvious that you're lying to me." The teen jerked his gaze back to Jason's immediatly, swallowing hard as he met the deceptivally relaxed facade that the man wore. "Now that I have your attention, lets try this again. What happened between  yesterday morning and now that has you so..." He trailed off as he tried to think of the word to descripe the teen. "...Paranoid?"

Danny seemed to hesitate, guilt shining through his unnaturally blue eyes. "I-" He stopped, as if searching for the words. Sighing, he seemed to deflate in defeat. "I've been lying about something." He admitted, his voice quiet.

Caution rose steadily in Jason. "Lied about what?" Had he lied about his feelings? Or maybe the potion? Was this about the 'cure' they seemed to have? Or maybe the original Love Potion? Jason's mind ran wild with thoughts and theories. "Is it something to do with you and Da- I mean, Robin?"

The teen seemed to sense the double meaning to the seemingly innocent words. "No!" He shook his head frantically. "No, no no! Nothing like that, I promise!" His assurences, despite the desperation in how he expressed them, seemed genuine enough.

A small sigh of relief escaped him as he nodded at the teen. "Okay, not to do with that. Then, what is it?" His suspision fell back to the gun, stashed not even a foot from him. "Does it have to do with that?" He gestured to the weapon, where it barely peeked out from the cushion.

The halfa's flinch was all the comformation he needed. "Y-yeah." He mumbled, his head dropping in shame.

"Is there something wrong with it?" God, Jason hoped not. The kid was the only one who seemed to understand how it functioned. Heck the only person that Jason could think of that might be able to help would be Tim, and that was if he didn't have an anrism at the spare parts that were used to make the damned thing.

"No, there's nothing wrong with it." Danny chuckled sheepishly as he reassured the man, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck nervously. "The opposite, actually. It's, um..." His other hand came up in a slighly aborted gesture. "It's fixed. Tada?"

Relief that he didn't have to try and understand whatever rocket science went into that abomnible creation temperarily stopped him from realising the full impact of the teen's words. "It's...fixed?" The teen nodded, not looking at him. "Like, fully functional and ready to use?"

"Well..." Danny's hand fell from his neck as his other came up in a so-so gesture. "It's functional, but it can't be used yet." Finally, the teen's head came up, though he still refused to look Jason in the eye. "It has no energy to function yet, so it's in power-collection mode, I guess." Turning slightly, the halfa pulls the gun from under the pillow, handing it to Jason for a closer inspection.

"So, it's fixed, but you can't use it yet?" He turned the gun this way and that, examining the Sci-fy weapon for anything odd. Well, odd-er than a gun that's soul purpose was to shoot a hole in the fabric of space and time.

"Nope. It's basically like a toy without it's batteries. It's cool, and fun to goof off with, but it doesn't do any of the things it's supposed to." His fingers grazed over the glass tubes on the back. "It'll take a few days for it to absorb the needed ecto for us to get home, so it's basically just a waiting game." As he spoke, a slight green sheen formed along the glass's surface, seemingly following the motion of his hand. When Danny pulled his hand back, the glow faded, but didn't disappear.

Satisfied, Jason handed the gun back to the teen. "Okay, so it's fixed. Why does that have you acting all weird?" It didn't make much sense. The whole reason they came here, to one of his more secret safehouses, was so that Danny could fix his gun. Why would he try and hide the fact that it was done, charging up and safe to use?

Obviously, Danny thought the answer was more than obvious. "Your serious?" He asked, his face screaming his disbelief. "You can't think of the one reason I wouldn't want to tell everyone?" When Jason shook his head, Danny let out a shocked giggle. It faded a bit into a whine of distress, making Jason eye the kid worriedly.

Before he could try and comfort the kid, as awkward and stilted as it would be, he spoke up. "If mine and Jazz's way home is ready to go, then what excuse do I have to stay?" The words were whispered, and wouldn't have been audible if Jason hadn't been right beside him.

The words struck him like a wooden plank to the head. Of course, how dumb could he be? Of course the kid would see it like that, like the only reason he was there to begin with was because he had no way home. To suddenly have a way home again? Why would he stay? He had no reason for remaining in this dimension. No reason, other than the fact that he was falling in love. But someone like the kid, like Danny, wouldn't see it that way. Especially if he still thought that Damien's feelings were purely caused by that potion.

Jason bit back a curse. Shook his head. Now was not the time to figure out the thought process the teen had gone through. Not when he was actively curling in on himself. Jason got the feeling that the kid hadn't really processed what completing the gun meant either. He knew what it meant, obviously, but it hadn't sunken in until his hand had been forced. Until he'd had to say the words out loud. The look of desperation and despair and acceptance on his face was heartwrentching to look at.

"Y'know, you don't necessarily have to have a reason to stay." Jason pointed out, speaking in a hushed voice.

"What do you mean? Of course I have to have a reason!" Danny turned to look at Jason again. "If I don't have a reason, that means I have to leave. I have responsibilities, a home, a life! I can't just up and disappear without having some sort of excuse for it! People would be worried, or want to know where I was!"

And that was the root of the problem, Jason realized suddenly. It wasn't that Danny thought he needed a reason to stay, it was that he needed to justify his absence to others. "Danny," without meaning to, Jason's voice softened, something that ususally only happened when comforting small alley children. "You don't have to justify yourself to anyone. If you want to stay longer, then you can. No one would blame you for it, and if they did, then they shouldn't be important to you anyways."

Danny huffed out a laugh. "I know that," He admitted. "I know I don't have to have a reason. But it just feels..." His words tapered off as he tried to think of what to say. Groaning, he burried his face in his hands.

"It feels wrong, because you think it's selfish."

"Well, yeah. It is selfish, isn't it? Because first I was staying because I didn't have a way home, and then it was because Robin needed my help with the potion's effects. But the cure is done and ready for Robin to take, and I have my way home charging up as we speak. The next step should be to just... go home." His hand rested on his chest, gripping tightly at his shirt. "But it, it hurts to even think of leaving. The thought of leaving Robin behind, or Robin taking the cure and me being right? It makes my core ache."

Jason could tell the teen wasn't really paying attention to just what he was admitting. The confusion on his face as he basically poured his heart out, the way he clutched at his chest as if the pain he felt was phyiscally effecting him. It took everything Jason had not to smile as he realized just how far the teen had fallen for his demon of a younger brother.

'It's like he came straight out of a Young Adult romance novel.' The thought, while true, was not helpful in the moment. Instead of bemoaning that his younger brother got to live the fantasy, he tried to think about what would get through to the kid.

Jason wasn't the best at comforting people in dire situations, he was basically flying blind here. Talking out feelings was not any of his families strong suits. But listening to this scrawny adoption bait practically wax poetica about his little brother, the one everyone was sure would either end up filling the mansion with cats, or marrying Jon, because of poor social skills(a distinct lack of interest in pointless civilian matters), made him search through all his people skills for the right thing to say.

"You know, you don't have to stay gone." That was part of the problem, right? Danny didn't want to leave Damian and never see him again.

"...what?" The confusion broke through the heartbreaking agony that the kid had been wallowing in.

"Yeah, you've got that gun fixed, at least enough to get back home. What's stopping you from coming back?" The panic and pain faded from the kid's face for a moment, before returning.

"But what if I'm right, and the potion works? Would Robin even still want to see me again?" The teen pulled his knees to his chest, tucking his feet beneath him and burying his face in his knees. "I know that after the love spell that made me fall in love with Sa- I mean, one of my friends, things were super akward between us. Would he still want to hang out around me?" If the kid didn't have density shifting powers, then Jason would be sure he coulnd't shove his face any further into his knees. He winced in sympathy, knowing that the kid would feel the imprints of his jeans later.

"Well, that sounds like a lot of 'What if's' again, kid." He decided that he'd question that 'Love Spell' bit later. Right now, he had to pull this kid's head out of his own doubts. "And we did talk about that already, didn't we?" Danny made a relunctant sound of agreement. "Right. So what changed? What made that conversation fly out of your head?"

"..." Danny was silent, his chest barely rising as Jason waited for an answer. Finally, a noise barely above a whisper, so quiet that Jason almost missed it. "I don't know."

"You... don't know what brought on all these thoughts?" The man tried to gently press the teen to think about it more. "There must have been something that made you spiral, right? It's not just about Robin not wanting to be around you, is it?" Danny hesitantly lifted his head, side eyeing Jason as he continued to prod. "And it can't be because your scared of what people would think of you. No offence, but you seem more of the 'doing things regardless' type."

"...well, I did mention that thing about my core, right?" The teen brought up hesitantly.

"Yeah, you did." Jason remembered. "The way you talked about it, you made it sound like it was your heart or something."

Danny laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, something like that." The teen sighed, uncurling slightly. "Okay, so to just call a core a heart is a massive understatement. A core is... like a heart and a brain and an immune system and a filter all in one." Jason couldn't help but blink blankly at the teen, his brain trying to process the amalgamation of words that he used to describe whatever a 'core' was.

When he felt like he had a handle on it, he nodded for the teen to continue. "So, cores do all these things for ghosts that the human body does for normal people. It's super important, and if anything happens to the core, it can hurt or even destabilize a ghost, which is basically like a more painful second death, one where you fade from the world instead of existing as a different entity." Jason nodded, focusing more on the core thing than the teen infront of him hinting at dying at some point.

"But it's not just physical injuries you have to look out for. Ghosts are emotional beings. My parents think that ghosts are just emotions imprinted on ectoplasm, not thinking or feeling being. They only got one thing right in all of that." The agony had faded from the teen's face finally, and in it's place, an intense focus as he tried to explain. Jason was counting it as a temporary win.

"So ghost are made of emotion?" It was the only thing that could make sense out of all of that, if only one part was right.

Danny snapped his finger and pointed at the man. "Got it in one. Ghosts are born from ectoplasm rich areas and an intense emotional output upon death. Smaller, less sentient ghosts that are born from emotions imprinting on ectoplasm without a death are blob ghosts."

"Blob ghosts?" Jason asked.

"They have a more technical name that Frostbite uses, but I usually just call the blob ghosts. 'Cause they're litteral blobs with faces that float around. They actually have an important job, keeping ectoplasm from getting stale or too thin in places close to portals and such..." The halfa physically shook his head, black hair fluffing up in a small cloud before settling messily again. "That's something I'll get into later. I was talking about cores."

"Right. Cores, something about... emotions?" The man leaned forwards a bit, resting his elbow on his knee as he reminded the teen where he had diverged from the original topic.

"Oh! Thanks. So, ghosts are made partially from emotion. We have obsession, things that we liked in life, or bring forth a particullarly strong emotional responce. Like, I have two, a main one and a passive one. Both are really good at bringing up emotions like contenment and excitment, which helps to generate ectoplasm and feeds my core. Because I'm half human, I don't have to rely on just my obsessions or the 'Zone to keep my core running. But just as much as emotions feed ghosts, the wrong emotion can hurt them. Things like rejection have to be handled delicatly, or you risk a core cracking. And ghosts being emotional being, we tend to get... attached, pretty easily. Even when we try not to." The kid let out a bitter laugh, running his hand through his hair.

"Wow. That's, uh. Definatly a lot to take in." Jason leaned away from the teen a bit. "Okay, so we should probably do a 'Ghosts 101' sometime. But for now..." Jason sorted through all the information he had just been given, internally thanking his bat training as he did. "So bad emotions hurt you, and things that bring up strong bad emotions can hurt you just as much as a physical injury?"

"If not more so, in some cases." Danny nodded. "Actually, emotional hurt is way worse than any physical injury. We can litterally lose limbs and regrow them in a day or so."

"I'm... gonna think about that later." Jason steered the conversation back on track. "Anyway, negative emotions are bad for ghosts. And you tried not to get attached, right? So you wouldn't hurt when you had to leave?"

"Lot of good that did me!" Danny huffed, crossing his arms.

"So when you think about leaving... oh. Oh."  That made a lot more sense. "Huh."

"Yeah," Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't really register it until a few hours ago. I thought that it wouldn't be as bad with me, because of my, ah, unique situation." He gestured to himself vaguely. "But it appears that still being mostly alive does not exclude me from the side effects of emotional attachment." The way he said those last two words made Jason's lips tip up at the corners.

"So leaving would physically hurt you?" Jason clarified the true situation at hand. Danny looked like he wanted to protest, but let his shoulders droop in defeat as he nodded.

"Leaving without knowing if the emotional bond is truly broken or not would be like slowly being poisoned, especially if I never saw him again. And having the bond break quickly would be like breaking a bone." The teen grimaced, rubbing his hand over his chest again, as if he could feel the sensation. Knowing what he does now, it honestly wouldn't surprise Jason one bit.

"Well, what if you left before he took the cure?" Jason didn't know where the thought came from, but it made the teen pause and think again. "You could leave knowing the bond is mutual, and come back later when your more prepared for a negative reaction. Would that work?"

Danny considered it for a minute before hesitantly nodding. "I...guess that would work? At the very least, I could talk to Frostbite about it. If anyone knows how to safely break an emotional bond, or at least prepare for one to break, it would be him." Danny's face screwed up in a mixture of very identifiable emotions as he spoke.

"Hey, chin up." He gently bopped the teen's head, grinning at the indignant look he was faced with. "It would be good to talk to this Frostbite person, whoever that is, and be ready for if it happens. But," he looked Danny directly in the eyes, "that doesn't mean you have to focus on the bad outcome. Robin could be right, and he might keep his feelings, or he might not be in love with you, but still want to be friends." The halfa didn't look totally convinced, but he nodded anyways.

Jason sighed, leaning back into the couch. This was the best he could do on that front for the time being. Deciding to drop the topic for now, the man changed subjects. "You know that you'll have to tell Robin and your sister about the gun, right?"

Danny flinched slightly, but nodded. "Yeah, I know. I had planned on telling them...eventually..." He ducked his head again, this time out of embarrassment. Jason cracked a grin before forcing his expression back to a serious one.

"Well, I won't say anything." The teen perked up, a look of disbelief on his face. "But you need to tell them. Perferably sometime soon." He gave the teen a pointed look as he finally stood up, stretching as he turned towards the kitchen. "The other two should be back soon, so I'm going to get started on dinner. How do you feel about spagetti?"

----

Dick stared in horror at the mess that had been made in Alfred's kitchen. The man had gone out shopping randomly, stating that he had run out of some ingrediant or another that he needed for dinner that night. Barely thirty minutes later, and there were bowls and mixing utinsles littered over every surface. A pot bubbled threateningly on the stove, steam thick enough that Dick almost mistook it for smoke. And right in the middle of it all, sat Stephanie.

She barely looked up from where she was trying to cut a pineapple, the knife making a sawing motion as it stuttered through the fruit. "Steph?" He asked cautiously, making sure that he stayed firmly out of the kitchen. Alfred was not going to be pleased when he came back and saw this mess, and Dick did not want to be incriminated by setting a single toe into the disaster zone.

"Hey Dick!" She called out happily, not looking away from the mess she was making of the pineapple. "What's up? Did you need something?"

"Uhh, no. I'm alright. But what are you doing?" Wait... "Does Alfred know you're in here?" There was no way Alfred knew she was in here. Practically all of the family, barring Jason and Cass, were banned from the kitchen.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, expertly dodging the question.

'It looks like you're making a huge mess.' "Um, I have a good idea. But I might be wrong! So can you tell me what you're doing?" His smile was slightly strained as he tried not to grimace from the smell of burning sugar.

Steph turned around, letting out a startled noise as she moved to remove the bubbling pot from the stove. Turning off the eye, she set it aside on a pot holder, she grabbed a spoon and stirred vigurously before dumping half a cup of what Dick could only assume was milk into the pot. A horrible hissing noise arose, making the man take a step backwards. Steph completely ignored the terrible noise, using a fork this time to whisk the mixture.

Finally, she set the nightmare concoction aside and turned back to her butchered pineapple. "I told you, after I ruined your suit, that I would find a way to make it up to you!" She sent him a smile that in any other situation would be sweet, but now it only doubled the dread building in Dick's stomach.

"So you're trying to... cook for me?" It was hard to call whatever this was cooking, but he wasn't going to rain on the girl's parade. Alfred would probably chew her out once he gets back and sees what she's done to his domain.

"Would you call this cooking?" The qustion was mumbled, low enough that Dick barely heard it. Lifting her gaze to meet his, she smiled a bit wider as she spoke up. "I'm trying my hand at homeade candy! I tried to make you some homeade cereal, but..." Her gaze drifted over to a baking tray covered in black little balls that Dick now knew was supposed to be one of his favorite comfort foods. It was hard to keep the grimace off his face. "When that failed, I decided that caramel sounded like a great alternitive! But the recipe that Alfred had was a bit boring, so I thought, hey, doesn't fruit go good with caramel? I wanted to try apples, but Alfred said we were out. Then I saw the pineapple and thought, hey, that's kind of the same thing, right?"

Oh, she had to be doing this on purpose. Did he do something to set her off here recently? Siding with one of the others over her? A joke that irritated her? A villian that she had to take care of instead? No, nothing like that had happened. So what was it? What did Dick do to piss her off this badly? She didn't even look like she was mad, which was infinitly more terrifying than her being openly hostile.

"Riiight," Dick drawled out, taking a small step backwards as she brought the knife down with more force than necissary. "I'm just gonna... go look for one of my spare suits... they aren't where I left them last..." Slowly, he backed away from the doorway and down the hall, until he was out of sight of anyone that could be watching from the kitchen. Once he was sure that Steph wouldn't be able to see him, he turned and rushed back down the hall.

He had done something to invoke the scarrily petty side of his baby brother's ex, and if he wanted to survive the next few hours with all his hair and a settled stomach, then he needed to call in some backup. Normally, he would try and hide behind Damian, but with his littlest bat MIA, he had his second option avalible to him. "Duuuke! I need your help!"

---

(I know that there are probably spelling errors/grammer mistakes, but it's okay because I tried my best!)

For the amazing person who made this prompt, as well as the lovely people who have been following along!

@halfblackwolfdemon @manapeer @xxwintrynightzxx @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @blu-lilac @academicpurposes @secretdestinywerewolf @passivedecept @naluforever3 @postit-nope @spiteismymiddlename @2t-productions @plague-daisy @feet-achy @bubblecookies16 @thesapphiredragon13 @justwannabecat @magicalcollecter @adeniumdream @amuseofminds @lupagrim @readerkayden @dr-syko-pharm-4 @ladythugs @angelheartgamer @markthespot68 @kyrianclawraith @michikoy-yuki @servasvictoria02 @your-emo-nightmare @vala-dreams @scarlett-green-rose @t1dwarrior-of-earth @charlie-the-frogie @akikoyuii @mysticalcomputerdetective @roseuniverse999 @im-totally-not-an-alien @thefearfullone @weird-droplet-309 @jaytriesstuff @raventao @jacquelynwinchester @dragongoblet @tlise21 @longlivethefallen @the-archer-goddess @temple-of-jalebi @adepresseddwightsblogofjunk @plainly-colorful @the-legalHe-shipper @49saltpeppershakers @igotafewbadideas @tumbling-darkling @sparklygardenbouquet @sarcastic-yami @blueneko9314 @starscreamlover @liedboutmurder @do3y @roze-realm @some-mildly-happy-human @yinari-uchiha @azuera @chaoticmistake @altairsarts @kawaiikenna @heartsong18 @thetoyboxs @tricksovertreats @mnemovoid @lim4b3ans @horribly-lost-and-gay @keimiwolf @dryeraseslime @joey394

[agentlizardofowca]

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ //SHOT

Friday evening was telenovela evening.

"Rodrigo, that wasn't me at the ball! That was my twin sister Camilla!" The actress was beautiful. Her hair and chest bounced dramatically as she spoke. It was almost distracting enough to make you ignore her horrendous acting. Almost.

"No!" Rodrigo gasped dramatically on the TV screen. "She tricked me! Clara, I promise my heart only belongs to you!" The actor who played Rodrigo was barely wearing his shirt. Just two buttons held it ""closed"" and his shimmering pecks sparkled in the studio lights.

This was the worst TV show Perry had ever seen. He has to know what happens next.

Without looking, Perry reached to the left and grasped a handful of popcorn. He didn't even check his hand before he stuffed all of it into his mouth, his eyes were glued to the TV.

"He's going to end up with the evil twin sister, I'm sure of it," Heinz informed his soap opera buddy with full confidence. "They'll get married and everything."

Perry arched one sceptical eyebrow at his nemesis. His legs were draped over Heinz's lap, a comforting position to lean back in. But it made reaching for popcorn a little impractical. Obviously, Heinz wasn't aware enough to offer him any assistance. So, Perry had to fold himself in half every time he reached for more.

He had paused, mid lean, fist full of popcorn, to doubt Heinz's expertise.

"She's probably pregnant with his baby right now. You know they didn't just kiss in that broom closet during the gala."

Perry dumped his popcorn into his mouth so he could sign. 「But he's been faithful to Clara for three seasons.」

"Which is way too long in tv-land! They need to shake things up and the evil sister is perfect! She has all the same features as Clara, but evil! And we all know evil is sexy!"

Perry shook his head lightly.「They can't stand each other, she's going to try to kill him during the rehearsal dinner.」 He wasn't going to touch that evil is sexy remark.

"And Rodrigo is going to think it's so hot!" Heinz yes-and'd

Perry shot him a look that attempted- and succeeded in conveying: you're insane.

"No, I'm right! I'll bet you anything they're going to hate each other so much that Rodrigo forgets all about Clara. He only focuses on Camilla and they have a love-hate relationship.

「That would never work.」 Perry's hands moved with confidence, but Doof only scoffed.

"As if you don't know that enemies make the best lovers! It's true!"

Perry removed his legs from Heinz's lap to get up. Arguing with him was no use, so he was going to go to the balcony and lament the fact that Disney doesn't let him smoke.

Heinz scrambled to pause the episode and got up to follow him. He almost knocked the bowl of popcorn over, but there wasn't much left inside to spill anyway.

"You're only avoiding me because you can't handle the truth!" Heinz said and he followed his nemesis outside.

"You get back here!"

Perry had a feeling Doofenshmirtz thought he was soooo funny.

"Just accept that they're super us-coded and watch the next episode with me! Come on Perry! Cliffhangers are bad enough, but being left hanging because you need to throw a hissy fit is way worse."

Now on the balcony, Perry sighed tiredly. Up here, the air was cold enough that it escaped his mouth like a cloud of vapour. Close enough.

"I'm going to continue watching without you!" Heinz threatened, but he caught the glowering look Perry cast over his shoulder and suddenly fell silent.

When pretending to be dramatic was no longer funny, Perry returned to the couch to watch the rest of the season. Heinz wasn't entirely correct, but Rodrigo did end up kissing Camilla at the wedding, not realizing that his actual bride was tied up in the broom closet with a bomb strapped to her chest. The finale cliffhanger ended when Rodrigo learned who he had married and where his bride was.

Heinz groaned as the credits rolled. "Now I'm going to have to wait for months! Do you think she'll live, Perry?"

Perry frowned as he tried to get into the writers' heads. 「It would be so dramatic if she died.」

Doofenshmirtz flopped over and threw the last few kernels from the popcorn bowl at the screen. "This show sucks."

Perry agreed as he googled the release date for the next season.

[no-see-um-incorrect]

I’m in the mood for David. It feels like a David Shaw kind of day. Here’s some Davey and Angel headcannons  some sweet, some kinda sad.. maybe even spicy.

: after their first date, he went into work with the biggest smile Asher and Milo have seen on him since before his dad passed away. He obviously denied it. And didn’t tell them about angel until the relationship got serious 

: The first time they saw each other shirtless, they both kind of stopped for a minute, and just stared in aw of the other person 

: David will sometimes “thank the universe” for bringing them two together……little does he know he’s actually  thanking someone (💋 A forehead kiss to caelum)

: one time angel got into a small car accident. we’re talking nobody was hurt just minor damage to both cars. But the way David was acting you would think it was life-threatening. He could barely sleep. He would cling to angel for days after.  overall just in the panic zone.

: his D!ck is BIG 

: he has piercings he just doesn’t put them in, unless it’s a special occasion. Both for professionalism and so they don’t snag on things

: Asher called Angel “Pack Queen”(queen, being a gender neutral term in this case) and now on occasion, David will call Angel his queen (he kinda joking. kinda not)

: David likes to gently brag to angel, about how just his presence and name can scare the shit out of people. (take my poor Sam for example)

: angel will have David bend down acting like they’re trying to whisper something in his ear….. when in reality, they’re just trying to look down his shirt (get a peek at the man titties ya know)

: David sometimes gets nightmares about his dad’s accident  and when he wakes up, he’s in a bit of a panic and Angel helps him through it.

“I know baby… I know…”

“there’s nothing you could’ve done Davey”

“our brains make us spiral into 1 million hypotheticals. What we could’ve done, what we could’ve done differently. But…. it was out of your control”

: angel has spent months trying to talk David into getting a pet. But it all comes down to the same thing.

“would it be weird for a werewolf to adopt a dog?

“we’re not getting a dog angel”

“Milo‘s mate needed some help with something so I went over to their house and saw Milo‘s cat aggro….. he’s really sweet and fluffy…”

“angel if you want to get a cat, be my guest, but you’re not going to catch me cleaning its litter box”

Let’s just say they’re still working on an agreement 

: their contact names for each each other

😏Davey💙 & little snot💘 respectfully

: angel will send a suggestive light on clothing (wearing almost nothing but one of David’s hoodies) photo to David while he’s at work…….he knows he can’t leave work…… and so does Angel. So round five minutes later, Angel will get a text.

“You are so DONE When I get home”

: their favorite Disney movie to watch together is Hercules 

: when David was talking to the other pack members about their treatment of Milo. Angel had their ear up to the door. so if Milo doesn’t give sweetheart a play-by-play angel will.

That’s all for right now. Hope you guys enjoyed. Forgive me if there’s any typos, my glasses are STILL BROKEN 



[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Regret for Mikey and Raph

Going over everything he wanted—needed to say was one thing. It was another thing entirely for Raph to march in with surety and purpose and then wither instantly as he got a real look at the nasty bruises welling around Mikey’s ribs.

Getting ragdolled by someone three times your size’ll do that to a guy. Who’da thunk it? the biting voice of guilt hissed, weighing his shoulders and steps down more tentatively.

With the help of the Battle Nexus healers, Kluh’s attack probably wouldn’t leave any lasting damage but right here, right now, it was bad. Mikey should have been crowing about another decisive victory as soon as Raph set foot in the room. Instead the look he shot him could barely be considered a smile.

“Take a picture, Raphie, it’ll last longer.”

Raph tried not to wince. He deserved that for his pre-match comment about bringing the video camera. But what was he supposed to say to that? Mikey’s uncharacteristically pointed stare had banished his rehearsed apology from his mind.

“Getting your ribs broken ain’t…great,” he managed, gesturing vaguely at everything. “I, uh, know the feelin’. Anythin’ I can do to make it…”

Make it up to you? Make it clear that I never actually wanted to see you as a little smear in the dirt? I should’ve eased up. I should’ve known somethin’ was wrong. Should’ve found some way to get in there and protect ya…not that you needed any of us in the end.

“…more comfortable?” he finished at last, lamely—but it was precisely the lameness of it that softened Mikey’s scuffed face with knowing amusement.

“Get uncomfortable, bro. I better see you give the crowd a Disney princess smile and wave at my next award ceremony.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt - Jail

@jegulus-microfic December 13 Word count 831

Regulus walked into the police station to bail out his boyfriend, his idiot brother and his idiot brother's boyfriend out of jail.

The police officer behind the desk showed him where they were being held. Regulus could hear the snorts and barely contained laughter from the other members of staff in the office. 

“They’re very lucky that they aren’t being charged.” The officer told him as they walked down the pale green corridor. “Not for lack of trying, I might add.” Evidently, this officer enjoyed hearing himself speak. “But while around £50,000 worth of damage was done, technically they didn’t physically do it.” 

“They’re free to go then?” Regulus cut him off. Bored of listening to the endless drone. 

“Yes. They need to fill out some paperwork before they leave though.” The officer replied curtly. 

“Would it be possible for me to talk to them before you release them?” Regulus decided to play on the officer's obvious contempt for the three young men. “I feel like they could do to sweat it out a bit longer.” 

“We don’t normally, but I’m sure we can make an exception.” They reached the end of the corridor and the officer swiped his I.D. card to let them through. 

“Ask Evans over there when you’re ready to let them out. I’ll be at the front desk with the paperwork.” The officer pointed at the young guard with flaming red hair sitting behind a small desk next to the cells. 

“Thank you, officer, er,” Regulus glanced at the police officer's name badge. “Snape. It’s been a pleasure.”

“Likewise.” Snape said before calling over to Evans, “Mr Black wants a word with the Harrods three before you let them out.” Then stormed off back to deal with the next member of the public.

Evans gave him a huge smile before letting him pass to the cell where the Harrods three resided. 

“REGULUS!!! You came!” Sirius threw himself at the bars, reaching through them and trying to grab at his brother.

“What did you do?” Regulus glared, making sure Sirius couldn’t reach him. 

“Don’t blame me,” Sirius cried, outraged. He pointed at James. “He started it.” Regulus turned his gaze to his boyfriend. James audibly gulped. 

“There was only one at first.” He said, jaw trembling as he recounted the story. “It was cute and funny. But then there was a whole herd of them. And well, we panicked. We ran into the nearest store. It just happened to be Harrods. But they all followed me in there. How were we supposed to know they would cause so much damage?” James hung his head. Regulus still did not understand what had happened. He looked over at the only one who hadn’t yet spoken. 

Remus sighed and sat up from the bench he’d been reclining on. 

“Deer.” He said as a way of explanation. 

“Expand,” Regulus told him. Remus smirked. 

“One single deer came up to James, and he patted it and fed it some of the Chelsea bun he was eating.” Regulus nodded. 

“Makes sense so far. What happened next?” 

“Well, that one disappeared and came back with about 50 of its friends. James panicked and threw the rest of his bun at them, but they wouldn’t leave him alone. So we ran for it, and they just ran after him. We dove into Harrods, but so did they and then they trashed it. We only got away from them because we locked ourselves in the changing room. Then the police came and brought us here.” Remus revealed the rest of their story, doing a terrible job of hiding his love for the chaos they’d created.

“Only you could have something like this happen to them. Damn Disney Princess.” Regulus sighed heavily, chastising his boyfriend. “You’ll all be glad to know that they can’t actually charge you with anything. You are free to go.” 

“Reggie, you absolute beauty!” Sirius, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, bounced up to the cell bars again, trying to get to his brother. 

Regulus got Evans to open the door for them and led the way back to the front desk to fill out their paperwork for them, with the help of Remus. 

James was keeping his distance from Regulus, putting Sirius between them both. 

Finally free of the police station, Sirius was back to his usual self.     

“Look on the bright side, guys,” Sirius said, throwing his arms around Remus and James’s shoulders. “We are officially badasses.”

Regulus went and extracted James from Sirius’s side. Giving him no option but to look at him. 

Regulus, upon seeing that James was suffering from his guilt for doing something he thought had been a kindness, that turned into a farce. Took pity on him. 

He brushed his lips against James's ear. 

“Quite sexy having a jailbird for a boyfriend, you know.” He said wickedly before striding towards the car park leaving James and Sirius with their jaws dangling open and Remus snickering behind him.