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Every now and again, I think about the perfect court, the âidealâ complete one with Riko, Kevin, Neil, Jean, and Andrew. Since reading tsc Iâve been obsessed with the tragedy of it all, everything that couldâve been and at the same time could never have been. Maybe Kevin and Jean couldâve been a thing, maybe Jean and Neil, but it never would have been healthy. Not in an environment like that. It never wouldâve ended well. Like imagine the story here: 5 kids, raised in the spotlight. The whole world has their eyes on them. Theyâre talented, theyâre handsome, theyâre family, theyâre perfect. Theyâre exactly what every exy fan wants to be, and theyâre all destined for greatness. But what no one else sees is the abuse, the fear, the desperation, the codependency, the stifling silence, the insurmountable pressure, the unhealthy attachments to each other and to exy because if they donât latch on to it all theyâll drown under it instead. Nothing good could ever last in that environment. And so over time it all crashes and burns. Exyâs greatest stars, the brightest future, imploding so drastically and painfully that there was no chance the world couldnât notice. Theyâll tear each other to shreds in their desperation for something real, something safe, something good that doesnât exist. Itâll get more violent, more dangerous, more painful and one by one, each member of the court would leave, whether they made it out or died trying (or died without trying at all). And by the end, thereâs nothing for the world to do but sit and watch them fall. In the wake of it all, one thought would pass through everyoneâs heads. They were supposed to be perfect.
Idk, I find the tragedy of the Perfect Court fascinating. Thereâs something so captivating about something doomed from the start.
#tsc#the sunshine court#aftg#the perfect court#andrew minyard#neil josten#kevin day#jean moreau#riko moriyama#the nest#edgar allen ravens#might have to write a fic about this#iâm so not sane right now#tsc ruined me
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here me out: dc x dp edit set to California by Chappell Roan
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I feel like Jean and Gabriel would get so incredibly agitated and pissed off at some point, they'd drop everything, throw in a quick, little, hot and dirty round of hatesex against a stone wall, readjust their clothes after, sit down again and continue with their weird ass interview while the air still reeks of sweat and blood
I am still only on page 320/1000 but please tell me I am right @schroedingers-kater
#might have to write a fic about this#empire of the vampire#gabriel de leon#jean francois#need to come up with a ship name for those two#nsfw?
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i was just thinking and realized that, throughout the entirety of crowleyâs existance, the one being who was always been there for him was aziraphale. not heaven, who was supposed to protect him but instead cast him out; not hell, who treat him like he is useless most of the time. aziraphale.
crowley fully trusts aziraphale. he has forever, probably longer than azzy has fully trusted him. crowley is so comfortable about aziraphale, because he knows that aziraphale will be there for him, and that they can rely on each other. he thinks that he and aziraphale have a future together now that their head-offices are leaving them alone (mostly). he thinks that maybe aziraphale has chosen him over heaven.
but then aziraphale goes back to heaven. the angels who threatened and hurt and cast out crowley. the angels that hate aziraphale and have done nothing but abuse him.
aziraphale chose the people who have never been there for him over the one person who always was: crowley.
that fucking hurts.
#ineffable husbands#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#good omens season 2#good omens 2#good omens s2#good omens spoilers#gos2spoilers#i shall go sob now#might have to write a fic about this
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since i watched batman returns, i've been thinking about how the penguin relates to my s/i in that universe
there is, as far as i know, no falcone crime family in this version, so no familial mafia connections for emille (s/i), though of course joker is portrayed as having mob affiliations instead
penguin, therefore, also isn't associated with the mob; obviously, he's associated with the greedy, immoral max schreck
so, i'm thinking, what if emille jester (eh, might change this last name, as ironic as it is) is a bastard son of schreck? abandoned, just like oswald, albeit far less violently
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bats: tim are you going to tell us anything you did while searching for bruce tim: not unless everyone gets real cool about a bunch of stuff really quickly
#tim drake#red robin#batman#dc comics#dcu#robin#batfamily#batfam#brucequest#ra's al ghul#league of assassins#alvin draper#I JUST THINK NOBODY MAKES A BIG ENOUGH DEAL ABOUT THE FACT THAT TIM IS ONE OF INTERPOL'S MOST WANTED#AS AN INCREDIBLY PROLIFIC INTERNATIONAL ART THIEF#LIKE. COME ON.#i might have to write a fic where it's set up like tim is trying to hide the whole blowing up the league bases thing#but actually he doesnt want his dad to find out he robbed the louvre AND the uffizi#he'd be bragging about robbing the british museum#destiny919#batbrats#original post
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#I let her wear my aurum leg guards because theyâre cool#my art#alisaie leveilleur#ffxiv#ff14#dark knight#I have thoughts but they are for. Later. Might write A Fic about it#giving her kissies and then putting her on top of a dresser
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thinking of a new steddie fic/au hmmm.
Itâs just the classic, Steve buys weed from Eddie in season 1 era, he and Tommy meet him at the bench in the woods behind school. Steve and Eddie have some playful banter and clearly get along, but itâs dismissed as just a drug deal and they go on about their lives.
Next time they meet is when a frantic Steve comes and finds Eddie after heâs just fought off the demogorgon for the first time. Heâs rattled, and skittish, wearing a nasty black bruise on his eye, and just overall not acting like himself. He snaps at Eddie multiple times to just âhurry upâ and âget him his stuffâ, and sure heâs being an asshole, but more than anything Eddie is just concerned. He has never seen The King Steve Harrington lose his cool like this. So Eddie cautiously gives him the weed, making sure not to give too much, and lets him go about his day, but not before asking if heâs alright. Steve clearly wasnât expecting this and brushes it off defensively, but that doesnât mean heâs not thinking about it for the rest of his week. How the hell did Eddie Munson notice something was wrong, when his own parents didnât? Nor his âfriendsâ?
They cross paths again a year later, the beginning of season two. Steve is still with Nancy and has freshly dumped his old douchebag crew of superficial friends. He is still sitting quite comfortably on the higher ranks of popularity, but there is no denying his status is not what it used to be. He comes to buy weed from Eddie in the first week back at school, and itâs a casual interaction. Heâs still as charmingly stuck up as he ever was, but now without Tommy there to judge his every move, he seems a little more at ease when making casual conversation with Eddie. Eddie doesnât mention the year before and Steve is so glad for it, secretly very embarrassed that he went to Eddie for some refuge after arguably his most traumatic experience to date. He gets his stuff, giving Eddie a smirk when he notices heâs dropped the price significantly for Steve when itâs just him alone. Eddie gives him a challenging smile back, almost daring him to call it out, but he doesnât. They both just laugh and part ways.
The next run in is tinaâs halloween party. They notice eachother when Steve first arrives, making eye contact and giving a polite nod. Maybe Eddie lifts his drink up to Steve in a silly salute. They donât speak at all or make any effort to hang around eachother. That is, until Steve storms down the stairs in a rage after heâd gone up there with Nancy Wheeler. But then are those- tears? Eddie was standing on the front porch smoking a cigarette, trying to discreetly hide from one Billy Hargrove to avoid having to sell him anything, but staying visible enough that he wonât lose all chances of making any money tonight. Steve storms right past him and hits his shoulder. Eddie whips around and is about to call him a dick before he sees who it is.
Steve tries to quickly wipe his face, he wonât make eye contact with Eddie, and heâs clearly trying to get out as fast as he can. Eddie doesnât let him, though, since heâs obviously not thinking very clearly and is most likely about to do something emotional and stupid. He asks if Steveâs alright, and his answers are all short and rushed, so heâs definitely not. Theyâre not really friends, but Eddieâs not an asshole.
â âDid you drive?â Eddie asks
âYeahâ
âWell, youâre drunk, Steve. You canât get behind a wheel right now. And if I knowingly let you, then that makes me an accomplice. Iâll take you home.â
Steve tries to protest, attempting to push past him, but Eddie interjects. âYeah, yeah, alright! Donât thank me yet, Steveâo. This is not for you, see, Iâm not trying to get a criminal record, here. I cant go to prison, Steve. Do you know what theyâd do to a pretty guy like me in prison? Nope, letâs go hot stuff.â â
Eddie takes Steve home. They donât talk much. By the time they reach Steveâs drive way and Eddie has put his van in park, Steve is making no attempt to exit the vehicle just yet. Eddie doesnât know what to do, he didnât really plan this far, so heâs just tapping away awkwardly at his steering wheel while Harrington stares down the dashboard so clearly lost in thought Eddie fears his head might explode. Steve tells Eddie what happened, says itâs ârelationship troublesâ, and heâs not quite sure what compelled him into being so honest with Eddie Munson, but heâs blaming the alcohol. Eddie wasnât expecting that. They chat for a bit, Eddie makes Steve laugh and considers the whole night a success after that. Then they start cracking jokes about their shared hatred for Hargrove, and Steve looks and sounds a bit more ok to go inside. He thanks Eddie, quite sincerely actually, and it throws him a bit. He stutters a âyeah, for sure. Itâs no problem.â And Steve goes home.
After that, itâs a little different. Steve, doesnât actually really have anyone, anymore. When they go back to school heâs now greeting Eddie here and there in the hallways, making conversation when they find themselves alone together, in the lunch line or at the bathroom sink. He doesnât approach Eddie when thereâs too many people around, though. As much as heâs grown, Steve Harrington still carryâs some prejudice in him about how certain things may make him look. But it doesnât bother Eddie too much. Itâs not like they are really friends, theyâre just like, strange acquaintances. And Steve would never deny that they get along, that really Eddieâs ânot so badâ. So thatâs a win.
Steve finds Eddie again not long after the party to buy some more weed, a plan that sparked purely out of boredom. Eddie says yes, of course, but tells him if he wants it today he will need to wait till after school and meet Eddie at his place, since he was busy. So Steve takes a trip to the Munson trailer to make his deal. Eddie invites him inside and they sit together on the couch as he gets Steveâs bag ready. They end up making quite pleasant conversation, joking around and ultimately finding they are really enjoying each otherâs company. They enjoy it so much so, that Steve ends up smoking there, with Eddie. So now they are kind of like, hanging out? And itâs fun, so they do it again. Still theyâre not, friends friends, they just get along. Eddie just sells Steve weed sometimes and they keep it civil.
He doesnât hear from Steve for a while, and the next time he sees him itâs from a distance, in passing. The man has the most roughed up face Eddie has ever seen, bruised and swollen in multiple areas, stitches and bandages all over. Itâs really, concerning? completely metal, but alarming. This is the second time Eddie has seen the guy all beaten up like that. He knew that boys fight, but surely not that bad? As worried as he was, Eddie doesnât approach him to ask questions, because they donât know eachother like that. So he goes on about his day, and he doesnât see Steve again after that for quite some time.
Then itâs summer, Eddie isnât graduating again, and heâs not really sure what to do with himself over the break. The new mall has just opened up, and thereâs a cool music store up on the second floor that he likes to visit sometimes with his band friends. And wouldnât you know, working at the Scoops Ahoy located directly across from his favourite store, is Steve Harrington. The guy hasnât come to Eddie for any weed since last year, and then there was that sighting where he looked like heâd just fallen face first into a flying fist or two, so itâs been a minute since Eddieâs seen him. And heâd be lying if he said it wasnât a nice surprise. He only goes into scoops once. Heâs curious, okay? Sue him. And, he knows the girl who works with him, Robin. So he plays it off like he had no idea heâd see Steve there. And to his surprise, Steve actually acknowledges him. He doesnât act like Eddie is a total stranger just because theyâre not in school anymore. The interaction is quick, they make very casual conversation, Eddie says hi to Robin, grabs his milkshake and goes home. Thatâs all. He doesnât go back, and he doesnât really plan to. Steveâs nice, and he knows Eddieâs around if he needs to buy from him again, and thatâs really as far as their relationship goes. Thatâs all it ever was. Itâs been fun getting to know Steve Harrington a little bit better, even if it was just for a short time. Eddie liked having the chance to see in past the quaffed hair and pressed polo shirts to learn that Steve was really just a person under it all. He never thought heâd say it, but Harrington wasnât so bad. It was a nice little eye opening experience for Eddie.
Eddie was ready to write off his little blips of interaction with Steve Harrington as a thing of the past, no hard feelings, and move on with his life. That is, until he gets a knock at his front door in the middle of the night afew days after the big mall fire. And itâs Steve on the other side. And he looks awful, his face is the worst Eddieâs ever seen it. And he wasnât really knocking, more like pounding. He says he needs Eddieâs help.
What the fuck?
#and then he#he asks eddie for help getting really strong drugs oit of your system#and if he knows if thereâs anything out there that can have long lasting affects on your system#and if he can please have some weed too actually so he can sleep because maybe that will help#because please give me more paranoid steve not just moving on right away from being fuckinh drugged non consensually !!!#i need to see season 3 steve going to eddie for help after the russians because he doesnât know anywhere else#and eddie is just like what the actual fuck is this man on about ????#what the hell goes on in the harrington household that causes him to get a black eye annually#and now be rambling about getting drugged????#eddie getting so curious about what is actually going on with him#ugh#anyways might write this proper oooh what do we think#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#robin buckley#st3#stranger things 2#stranger things 3#steve and eddie#steddie fic#steddie au
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I want to make an AU where Bill was never evil but his personality is still the same outside of that so the Pines twins show up to stay with their Great Uncle Stanford and he introduces them to his husband who's just. A funky little chaotic triangle creature from another dimension. He gives them deer teeth as welcome presents and both he and Ford (who is extremely accustomed to his weirdness after 30 years together) act like that's a Perfectly Normal Thing to Do. Dipper is LOSING it, Mabel is LOVING it (she makes a necklace and earrings out of them)
#have no idea what i would name this. also i can't draw which makes me sad bc i have so many ideas for this#my first thought was âgood Bill auâ since it's kind of the inverse of the âevil Ford auâ but idk#I MIGHT write a fic about this concept but I always struggle with properly characterizing Bill so I never post my Billford fics#billford#gravity falls#domesticated bill au#<- name suggested in the replies so that's how i'll tag it for now
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imagine being a shy little intern at jujutsu high and getting the fattest crush on gojo because heâs just. so strong and cool. you idolize him. you want to be his friend. and he seems to take a liking to you; heâs cheery and encouraging and sweet in a roundabout way. you feel like youâve grown pretty close to him.
imagine him falling asleep right next to you on a sofa in the cafeteria. you can barely tell, with his blindfold still on. but you scurry away to find a blanket, happy that he trusts you enough to rest in your proximity, ready to wrap it around him â
only for it to slip right off. rejected by his infinity.
(he never turns it off, around you.)
#throws up blood#thinking about how gojoâs infinity is both a very real power and a metaphor for the barrier between him and the world#heâs sooo guarded and it breaks my heart#this is kind of part of a drabble im planning on writing for himâŚâŚ#i like the idea of him with a reader who idolizes him. while he never quite views them as important#not at all in a mean way . you just donât have a chance of breaking into his heart.#he might act friendly but heâll never let you in#âŚ. heâs so stray cat coded#ari noises âŠ#gojo x reader#anyway donât mind me posting this rq iâll post a full gojo fic tmrw this has just been rotting in my drafts for a bit đ
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Idk man I just think that mizu/ena5 and its progression was really beautiful actually. I just think that the release of the ena5 song was also really beautiful and kind of the nail in the coffin for me and I haven't been able to get the event(s) out of my head all week and that I kind of want to talk about it, actually.
It's about being hurt so deeply and continuously that any kindness that could be offered to you manages to feel like a sin, that it makes you crumble and shatter but for all the wrong reasons, not because of the newfound safety, not out of relief, but something worse and more deeply ingrained in you than kindness ever was. It's about carefully measuring the distance at which you keep others away from yourself, to ensure that it never happens again ("To save yourself the trouble", if that makes it easier).
It's about realizing that the people you've been spending all this time with are drifting closer, that they just might bump up against the unsightly parts of yourself that you've tried to keep locked away, it's about turning around and sprinting at full speed and slamming the door shut and holding onto the handle behind you to stop it from turning, because you're as frightened of the possibility of another wound being inflicted on you as you are of the possibility that kinder, gentler hands will reach out and smooth over the exposed scar. It's about hating eyes that judge and silently condemn you as much as you hate eyes that simply see you and take all of you in without scrutiny, because no matter what they're looking and they're looking at you and they know that your hand's on that door handle and they know that you're hiding something because, as much as you try to keep it shut, they've seen through the crack that you foolishly left open.
(The prominence of eyes in Bake no Hana, specifically eyes looking and searching, and finally landing on you, the viewer, Mizuki, is so fucking. Visceral in my opinion. Every character in the MV stares at the viewer in a deadpan, almost judging way. Even though Mizuki knows deep down that niigo won't really hate them, won't judge them, she just can't stand their kindness either; any gaze directed at her is a loss, another prick in their skin. It screams "don't look at me" while making sure that you know, with horrific certainty, that they're looking for you, that you're being watched. You can't go outside, can't leave your room, because they're searching for you, and while that should be reassuring, to you it's anything but).
It's about not wanting to be dissected, whether it's with hands that want to pull your organs apart or stitch them back together because no matter what they're there, and they're getting frighteningly close to your heart. It's about blinding yourself and covering your eyes to it all because seeing means exposure and exposure means they're taking something from you and you can't do anything about it, much less take it all back, much less have a say in the matter. Everyone's just taking and taking and taking and you wish you could just be alone. You wish everyone would just disappear and you could live in a world all to yourself, for only yourself (but is that really what you want?).
It's about the way that, near the beginning of the Yoka ni Mitoreta MV, Mizuki and her loneliness is represented as a dark, splotchy stain in the shadows. No colors, no patterns, no way to clean it or wash it all away, just raw ugliness marring a blank canvas. It's about the way that Ena reaches out to it anyway, the way she startles when the glass shatters just when she finally starts reaching forward, the way that the rest of the MV/song represents her searching for and reaching only further out to Mizuki, even if the broken shards of glass will only cut her fingers, potentially leaving scars.
It's about how, in every way, subtly, directly, consciously, and subconsciously, Ena shows that she fucking cares.
It's about the way that Ena lets Mizuki have autonomy, despite the situation being so horribly out of their control. And it's such a delicate thing: If she really wants to, Mizuki can take the opportunity to just run away, keep running forever, repeat the cycle over and over, and maybe she'll just destroy herself with it again, but it can't be denied that it's something important to them, something she can't quite live without just yet, their means of survival. Mizuki's autonomy is their identity, it's her tailoring her own clothes and choosing her own ribbons and styling her own hair the way she does. Ena letting them have that is as much about trust as it is about understanding that Mizuki of all people should have this right, when control was something stripped from her throughout so much of her life. She couldn't control how she was born, how people look at her or why, can't control what they think of her; lacking control has only left Mizuki vulnerable to the cruelties of others, has only caused them to suffer, which is why it's so important that it's given to them now.
She had the control to make the choice to see niigo's welcoming love and run away instead of staying, and she has the control to make the choice now whether she wants to keep things the way they are or take a step forward to be at their side again. She has every right to have it, and I think the fact that Ena realizes and respects that, even if it's subconsciously, is really beautiful (there is an entire fucking Verse about this in the new song and just. God Look at this. It's so caring, unconditional, and for fucking What. I think there is something to be said about how much Ena is willing to put aside for Mizuki, and maybe deep down it isn't healthy, but for now I'm just kind of in awe)
It's about how insanely patient Ena has been this whole time. Mizuki says that she basically lied to Ena's face about telling her their secret, even after Ena said with such conviction that she would wait for Mizuki as long as it takes, and Ena is just kept waiting and waiting and worrying like this seemingly indefinitely. It's about how Mizuki danced around it, avoided it, kept the distance, straight up ran when she was finally pushed, but Ena still chased anyway when she saw that she couldn't wait anymore, kept chasing just enough to intervene and get a straight answer out of Mizuki when she really needed to, but still leaving her enough space to leave if that was truly what she wanted. It's about how relieved Ena is the moment that Mizuki finally says outright how much they want to be with her and niigo, how much she wants to try, how much more light Ena's voice sounds when she grabs her hand, relieved, the way that the relief she feels can be felt through the music, throughout the entirety of Yoka ni Mitoreta, the way that warm colors always follow her when she chases after Mizuki, just to hold onto her and stop her from running away completely.
It's about how that careful combination of Ena's directness, Ena's persistence, Ena's warmth, her patience, her bluntness about her feelings, the way she chases and holds on but not too tight and her regard for how unsafe and exposed Mizuki feels actually works and breaks it all down. It's about how she really did reach through to Mizuki, despite the thorns and broken glass shards and nearly-unfulfilled promises, the way that Mizuki did finally let her turn the door handle and step through to see what she'd been hiding all this time, the way that Mizuki's hand, limp, when Ena first grabs onto it, shifts to hold hers back as they cry in the face of Ena's gentleness.
Despite how harsh Mizu/Ena5, and even Ena herself as a character can be (or at least was in the very beginning of pjsk), everything is somehow gentle and warm in the end, blindingly so. And you know what, I think that's beautiful. And what's even more beautiful than that is how Mizuki allows themself to crumble and shatter under that kindness, that warm light, but this time, finally, out of relief.
On a final note, I just want to say that I also appreciate how all that didn't have to solve everything. The scars haven't disappeared, haven't gone away, and Mizuki knows that their desire to run hasn't gone away forever, and maybe it never truly will. But for now they've calmed it, at least a little. She's learning to allow herself to be seen, learning that when someone's fingertips brush over their scars the way Ena's did that it's only out of care, and that maybe taking in that care and allowing herself to feel kindness and safety is okay. They're safe, for now, somehow. They're learning. They're trying. And I think that's cool :)
#txt#pjsk#project sekai#mizuki akiyama#akiyama mizuki#ena5#ena shinonome#shinonome ena#25 ji nightcord de#niigo#n25#mizuena#i'll tag it for the shippers too bc why not they'll enjoy this#closing my eyes and hitting post because on one hand i want to keep editing this because it's a mess but if i spend another minute on this#I Will explode#physically i have moved on mentally i am still staring at that damn card on my monitor while the music swells and mizuki is wailing out#that damn image has like actually rearranged my brain chemistry it's not even funny#i'm so fucking weak for this specific character dynamic/relationship yeah it might be cliche yeah i'm lame whatever#but like. FUCKKKK THEY DID IT SO WELL. THIS IS ACTUALLY INSANE. they put so much care into mizuki as a character it's crazy#oh mizuki. i hope you find peace and happiness.#i hope you look around you and the people you've surrounded yourself with one day and realize that you've found safety#anyways yeah sorry this is incomprehensible nonsense also sorry if the pronouns were confusing i hc she/they for mizuki#y'know partway through writing this i half considered turning this around into a fic but like. nahhhhh. tumblr text word vomit it is#sorry about the *checks* 1.4K word text ramble. but thanks for reading if you got here B))
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Buck goes over to Tommy's place late one morning, coffees in hand. They agreed to go out today, maybe go for a walk in a nearby park or something, no solid plans for the day other than spending it together.
When Buck gets there, though, he feels something is wrong. The curtains are closed, for one thing. And when Buck knocks, he doesn't hear any immediate movement towards the door. Usually, Tommy opens the door before Buck even makes it up the drive.
But today, Buck knocks, and he waits.
Had Tommy gotten held late at work? Buck knows he had a shift that was supposed to end a few hours before, but maybe he got stuck with overtime and didn't have a chance to call or text. But his car is there, in the same place it always is, and there hasn't been anything on the news about any major disasters.
Buck knocks again and considers calling or texting when he finally hears shuffling on the other side of the door, then the jingle of keys before the door opens.
Tommy is... A mess, honestly.
His hair is sticking up in every direction, old sweatpants with a hole at the knee, and a worn out old hoodie which Tommy shoves his hands back into the pockets of when he sees Buck.
"Hey, Evan." He swallows, voice think with some heavy emotion. "I'm so sorry, I... I forgot we had plans today, Iâ" he's hunched into himself, and he looks smaller than Buck's ever seen him.
"Tommy," Buck reaches for him with the hand that isn't holding the coffee cups. "What happened? Are you okay?"
Tommy shrugs, hesitating before stepping aside to let Buck in. "Rough shift," he says after an extended silence. "Everyone... The team all made it out, but... We lost someone. I lost someone."
Buck sets the coffee cups down on the entrance table and pulls Tommy into a hug, tucking his head into his shoulder and holding him tight. Slowly, Tommy's hands raise enough to wrap around Buck's waist.
"I don't think I'm gonna be much company today," Tommy sniffs after a while. Buck can feel a wet patch on his shoulder, but doesn't mention it.
The fact that Tommy trusts him enough to be this vulnerable with feels like something sacred, something he's been searching desperately for. Up to now, Tommy has been the one adjusting to make space for what Buck needs, but it's time for Buck to step up, to be there for Tommy.
"I get it, but I'm here." Buck kisses Tommy's cheekbone, just below his eye and he tastes the salty tang of tears there. "If you'd rather be alone, I-I get it. I can go home, and we can reschedule this. But, Tommy, I don't care if all we do is sit on your couch in the dark, okay? Whatever you need, I'm here."
Tommy holds Buck tighter for a moment.
"Evan," he says, in the same way he always says it. Like it's a something precious and delicate and wonderful. Buck's not sure where it came from, but he adores it.
"What do you usually do after a bad shift?' Buck asks.
Tommy sniffs, and it takes a while to answer. "Usually..." He clears his throat. "Usually I curl up in bed or on the couch and watch a rom-com. I know, it's a littleâ"
"Don't you dare say it's embarrassing," Buck warns, cupping Tommy's jaw and running his thumb over the stubble there. "Go make yourself comfortable, drink your coffee, pick a movie. I'll make us some snacks and join you in a minute, okay?"
Half an hour later, Buck settles on the couchâthe coffee table full of popcorn, chopped vegetables and dips to snack on.
Buck reclines against the arm, and pulls Tommy on top of him, head on his chest. It's a tight fit, but from the way Tommy settles into him, Buck knows it's what he needs.
Tommy hits play, and Buck smiles at the opening monologue. "Love Actually?" He asks.
Tommy makes a sound, a soft sort of hum. "It's... kind of my favourite," he admits.
Buck smiles and kisses the top of Tommy's head, then replaces his lips with his fingers, running them over Tommy's scalp.
"That's really cute."
Tommy nestles in closer to Buck's chest, and neither of them say anything else for a while.
"Thanks," Tommy says, when they're about halfway through the movie. "For staying."
Buck kisses his head again, and Tommy lifts himself up a little so he can turn and kiss Buck on the lips, instead before settling back against his chest.
"Thank you, for letting me stay. For letting me look after you."
The words are on the tip of his tongue as he looks down and watches Tommy turn his attention back to the movie, watches him mouth along to a handful of lines.
I love him, he thinks. He doesn't say it out loud, not yet, but the realisation is soft, and warming, and perfect. And he will say it, soon. When the time is right. And he hopes Tommy will say it back.
For now though, Tommy is like a weighted blanket on his chest, comforting and warm, and Buck's content to just stay here for as long as he can.
They'll put on another movie, finish the snacks, maybe order takeout for dinner later, and Tommy will smile again, will laugh again, will kiss Buck the same way he says his name.
#my fic#evan buckley#tommy kinard#tevan#bucktommy#might just end up writing bucktommy ficlets about every tiny sliver of information we have about tommy from begins episodes ngl#the fact that his fave movie is canonically love actually is so cute im obsessed with him
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A Panic in Time (DP x DC)
This is all thanks to the awesome @tkiesai for basically being the foundation of this idea! This is probably going to be long, and probably won't delve that deep into my ideas about this idea. Largely so it's not insanely long. But here I go!
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Bruce's head felt like it had been shoved through a straw and spit out on the other side. The throbbing was annoying, but it wasn't anything the man couldn't handle.
His mind was muddled, memories of what happened prior to him awaking was blurry and unsure. Bruce knew it wasn't something good.
He vaguely remembered a league meeting, a threat, something looming. It wasn't world ending, or at least that's what Bruce remembered. It should have been something they could handle.
But now, here was Bruce. Waking up in the grass of some random park. He was dressed in casual attire, something he'd wear in public as Bruce. Although last he remembered he was in the Batsuit.
The sun felt too bright in the sky. The sound of families filled the air and children's laughter. No one seemed to blink twice at Bruce as he pulled himself together.
It took a moment to steel himself, to gain composer again. It took a few sweet lines, and a charming smile for a nice mother to slide him a few painkillers. The lies rolling off his tongue like second nature.
To his luck there was a newspaper at the top of the trashcan. He was in some town called Amity Park, and the year... the year was the problem.
It was 1996. Whatever had happened had sent Bruce back in time. There was a few suspects Bruce can think were the cause of this. But something in his gut kept drawing his train of thought to the Flash.
It seemed like each time the League had any time related problems, Barry was in the center of it. Which also leaves Bruce with the question if he was the only one sent back in time.
God, he could only imagine the nightmare if the others were sent back in time. Yes, they can be professional. They understand the risk of changing things in the past.
But Bruce also understands that his team can be less than... intelligent at times.
Despite that, Bruce needed to find a way to get back to Gotham. He might not know for sure where everyone was right now, but he knew Alfred was the safest bet.
A plan laid out in Bruce's mind, a list of people he knew wouldn't be a risk to approach. He just needed to find a way to get to them. He had barely made it to the gates of the park before a shrill cry pierced the air.
There was just one loud outcry, before it quieted down. Bruce glance around the space, spotting a young boy curled on the ground. Tears streamed down the boy's chubby cheeks.
And no one even moved to the boy's aid. Not a single mother spared more than one glance in the kid's directions. No parents came rushing over to the boy's side.
Bruce almost walked away, he really did. This wasn't his time, anything he does can cause immense damage to the timeline. But when Bruce caught sight of blood bubbling from a scrape on the boy's knee, Bruce couldn't ignore him.
Maybe it's just the father in him, but Bruce barely even notices when he's crossing the small distance. His mind zeroing in on a hurt child that needed help. Kneeling before the small boy with a gentle smile, and pulling his handkerchief free from his pocket.
"You're alright there, buddy. It looks like you took a bit of a tumble there." Bruce slipped into the same tone he used to use when his kids were young. Gentle and understanding, as he pressed the handkerchief to the small scrape.
The boy sniffled, tears slipping from his eyes. Bruce was more focused on the way the kid was looking at him. Like he couldn't fathom someone coming to his aid.
That look had Bruce's heart breaking slightly. He's seen a similar look before. The few times he's come to the aid of a hurt child that wasn't used to getting help.
Something no child should ever feel or experience.
"Where's your parents, kiddo?" Bruce asked after a moment of silence from the boy. He had waited until the kid's breathing settled down when the boy's chest stopped pumping so quickly.
Except his question only seemed to bring a new wave of tears to the boy's eyes. The small child just seemed to curl into himself further, ducking his gaze away from Bruce.
And as much as Bruce didn't want it to be true, it was clear the kid didn't have the support he needed. It might not as be as far as some of Bruce's kids have had in the past.
But it was clearly not good.
"That's okay, it's alright. What's your name?" Bruce tried again. The boy's silence was leaving an uncomfortable pit in Bruce's stomach.
"D-Danny..." The boy spoke out his name between sniffles, and Bruce felt a wave of relief hearing the boy speak.
In hindsight, Bruce can see how strange the scene might look. A slightly disheveled man comforting a lone young boy in a park. It wasn't exactly perfect.
But with the lack of reactions from the parents around, Bruce had a feeling the town had an idea who this boy was. The whole situation just didn't feel that right for him.
It took a few more comments before Bruce managed to get the boy to crack a smile. A laugh had felt like breaking a massive wall.
Before long, Bruce had Danny actually like any other boy he's known. Carefree and happy, just like a child should be.
"You didn't tell me your name, mister." Danny had suddenly cut down the relaxed moment they were in. A pout laced the boy's lips as he looked up at Bruce, almost accusatory.
"I'm Bruce. Bruce Wayne." Bruce responded without missing a beat. He knew this might cause problems in the future. He wasn't supposed to be here.
But when his gut is telling him something, he can't just ignore it. He checked his pockets, finding no business cards anywhere. So, Bruce fell back in plan B.
"No matter how long it's been from now, you can come to me for help. Just look for Bruce Wayne in Gotham City, and when you find me... just say Fairbanks sent you."
Bruce wasn't sure if he'll ever see Danny again when he goes back to his own time. Wasn't even sure if this was the same universe as his own. But he couldn't walk away without at least offering the boy help in some way.
When Danny's eyes filled up with tears again, Bruce thought he said something wrong at first. That was until the boy was suddenly clinging to his shoulders in a tight embrace, muttering 'thank you' over and over again.
Bruce felt himself almost close to tears just from that alone. His heart was aching for the small boy. Even if Bruce couldn't help Danny anymore than this, he was hoping the boy would have a better life.
One where he wasn't clinging to a stranger for comfort that family should be providing him.
THWAMP
It didn't hurt, but it did cut their hug short as Bruce suddenly pulled away. Turning his head to see a young girl wielding a wiffle bat, and another young boy standing behind her.
Her purple eyes glared at Bruce like he had done the worst thing in the world. Her grip on the bat was threatening and ready to swing again. Her knuckles white from the tight grip alone.
Maybe leaving this time era might not be as easy as Bruce thought as the young girl probbed him with angry and scolding questions. Not that Bruce could blame her.
He just hoped this hiccup didn't get back to the league. They'd have a field day hearing about how Batman got scolded by a child with a wiffle bat.
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Danny wasn't sure if this was the best idea. It's been years since he met Bruce Wayne. So many years. Danny had just been a kid, not even ten, when Bruce had introduced himself.
When he had an adult, actually check in on him. Yet, it was a memory Danny couldn't forget. Maybe it was just the kindness that Bruce radiated.
Or maybe it was when Sam came to his "rescue" near the end. Regardless, it was cemented in his mind. A core memory that Danny cared with him through the years.
Now, here he was, roughly seven years later. Standing in front of a manor that put even Sam's place to shame.
It took a lot of courage for Danny to knock. Barely a second later, an old man answered the door, an accent Danny was certain Bruce hadn't had.
A stuttered explaination of being here to see Bruce Wayne, that the man knew him, barely left Danny's mouth before the old man ushered him inside.
The man, Alfred, told Danny to wait by the door before vanishing further into the manor. It took a lot for Danny to not just vanish.
Being half ghost nowadays had its quirks, Danny could just vanish, and no one but Alfred would know. But he couldn't.
It had taken a lot for Danny to make the journey to Gotham City. He hadn't even thought to look up a current picture of Bruce either. Which was probably a big mistake on his end.
Danny didn't even know if Bruce was offering this kind of help. But Danny didn't have many allies to turn to. He needed help.
Not just for himself but for his family. For Amity Park. He couldn't be afforded the ability to run away. Not now.
Danny felt all the air leave his lungs when Bruce entered the area. The man didn't look a day older than what Danny remembered. Bruce looked a bit more put together, not like he had just jumped out of a moving car, but it was Bruce.
"Uhm... I don't know if you remember me. But my name's Danny... we met when I was a kid." Danny started trying to explain himself before Bruce could speak. He recognized that confused look anywhere, and Danny didn't have the guts to go through with this if Bruce asked any questions.
"You told me if I ever needed help, to come find you. Bruce Wayne in Gotham City... you, uh, told me to tell you Fairbanks sent me?"
That came out more like a question than Danny would have liked. But it did ease his nerves a bit as he watched Bruce's slightly confused expression turn to alarm and surprise.
Danny wasn't sure what this would do. If Bruce could truly help him. But he was out of options. Just seeing Bruce recognize something he said was enough to calm the teen's anxiety slightly.
"I'm sorry, Danny... I don't remember you. But I believe you and I want to help you. Come inside, have a seat, and tell me what's going on."
That response was enough to have Danny's eyes fill with tears. His chest filling with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in weeks now.
Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.
#dc x dp#batman#dp x dc#phandom#bruce wayne#danny fenton#child danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#ofc Sam saw a stranger hugging her crying friend and wasn't going to just stand by#is it really dpxdc without angst?#for whatever reason when Bruce went back to his time he had forgotten the memories of what happened during his trip#he didn't remember meeting Danny but he couldn't just ignore a teen who knows one of the few codewords he has#besides how could Bruce not believe a kid who has his codeword and looks exactly like a child Bruce would adopt#Bruce will never live this down#just because he doesn't remember doesn't mean Danny and everyone else doesn't#they know so Bruce get's to learn a second time about being battered with a wiffle bat by child Sam#no current plans to turn this into a full fic cause I'm trying to keep my list of active fics short#but if anyone wants to take this idea and run with it all I require is a link drop!!!#I partly wanted to write more#but my brain is only coming up with certain scenes and not how it all ties into the main plot#basically Justice League stuff happens that sends Bruce (and maybe others) back in time where Bruce meets child Danny#what exactly well don't ask me#Danny be crying a bit in this one#but come on he was just a baby at the start#by the end he's just an overwhelmed teenager who is just happy to have someone who might be able to help on his side
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tgcf au where hcâs true form is Wu Ming. itâs what he looked like right after he died, and even if he reinvents himself, even if heâs gained more strength and power from the Kiln, he still canât grow or change but so much without involving shapeshifting. his canon form is the one he built for himself, the one he created with the intention of becoming an entirely new being (not weak or helpless, like he used to be before he sculpted a new identity), but it isnât his true form. his true form is still that bony little waif of a soldier, the one that tried to so hard to help his god but couldnât truly fix anything in the end.
and now, imagine just how much xl is going to lose his mind when hc inevitably shows him this true form (after much hesitation, but hc really canât deny his beloved god anything and he would never want to, even if heâs practically ready to dissipate from the shamefulness of that awful body). think of hc changing into the half-starved ghost of Wu Ming, not expecting xl to even remember the ghost â let alone recognize him â and then think of just how hard xl is going to cry when he realises that Wu Ming is still here and still following him after all.
#I just got books 1 2 3 and 6 of TGCF so Iâm in a mood now#donât ask why itâs those numbers. I know the 6 is out of pocket but ykw Iâm happy to have it anyways#but like. the inherent shame and self-loathing hc feels about his true/wu ming form#and then the overwhelming guilt and longing xl has for his last believer#(and first loveâ what who said that)#hcâs self loathing vs xlâs unconditional adoration. fight!#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#xie lian#hua cheng#wu ming#I. might write a fic of this. weâll see
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Ha! Look at you, so young and happy... where did they years go?
#present shuggy meet past shuggy#one piece#one piece fanart#lake's art#digital art#op fanart#do not repost#fanart#one piece shanks#red hair shanks#op shanks#buggy the clown#buggy one piece#op buggy#boke no buggy#one piece comic#comic art#they grew up in a pirate ship of course they curse. have you ever been around kids anyway?#i meant to write a fic about this concept but i figured this was a faster way to release the plot bunny out into the world#so. enjoy?#i might come back to this one day idk
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- Something Lost, Something Gained -
collab w @nanpecan
âď¸ summary | zoro x f!reader - After two years of training and hardship, you and the rest of the strawhats reunite at Sabaody. What should have been a happy reunion between friends turns sour between you and Zoro after some unresolved tension threatens the dynamic of your friendship. How can you get things back to how they were before?
âď¸ tags | smut, masturbation, pining, jealousy, nobody knocks before entering, nsfw, MDNI
âď¸ wordcount | ~7.2k
âď¸ Read on AO3
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Two years had changed everything.Â
Zoro was the first to arrive at the Sabaody Archipelago. Perona had eyed Zoro as he anxiously sharpened his swords the whole trek there. She smiled to herself, she knew he was becoming more excited the closer he got to the meeting point in Sabaody. The closer to his goal he got, the more antsy he became.
Zoro knew Luffyâs decision had been for the best, and because of it he was able to hone his skills well beyond what they had been two years prior. His fingers itched for an opportunity to show off his new skills, to show the crew how much he had been training. He couldn't help but wonder how you had fared during your two years. There was no doubt in his mind you had gotten stronger as well.
When youâd first joined the Strawhats, you and Zoro immediately clicked. The two of you worked seamlessly together as you advanced through the Grand Line towards Luffyâs dream. You drank, you sparred, and you laughed together as if you were two sides of the same coin. But the way the two of you fought alongside each other was what truly connected you. Zoroâs swordsmanship was harsh and powerful, he cut down enemy after enemy with his offensive techniques. You, on the other hand, specialized in defense and used your opponentâs own strength against them. Your styles complemented each other perfectly and anytime you fought together it was a deadly pairing, a true sight to behold.Â
However, what was supposed to be a joyous reunion quickly turned into a game of cat and mouse as the crew narrowly made it off Seabody.Â
Youâd admit that you were disappointed to learn that Zoro had been first only to wander off out of boredom. Typical, you thought. If he had just waited a little longer he would have seen you arrive second and the two of you might have had some time to talk. You were so excited to tell him all about your two years of training. Your mind often wandered to the rest of the crew. You wondered where they were and how they were growing.Â
You took a moment to reflect on your dismay for not being able to speak with Zoro. Why did it bother you so much? Was it because you wanted to tell him that he had often occupied your thoughts over the last couple years? That when you were at your lowest, the only thing that had gotten you through was the thought of making him proud to fight alongside you? You shook the thoughts from your head. What did you even hope to gain from confessing this to him?Â
For as long as youâd known him, Zoro only had one goal, one ambition, and it was to become the Worldâs Greatest Swordsman. His loyalty to Luffy knew no bounds as he had no doubt that their captain would lead them to their dreams. So, you pushed back your selfish desires. You both trained hard for the better of the crew, so expecting anything more would be foolish.Â
There was no denying that the two of you had gotten exponentially stronger. With a small slash of his sword Zoro could now take out dozens of enemies, and your deflection and offensive fighting had become second nature, easily beating opponents ten times your size.Â
Unfortunately, there was no time to celebrate your new strengths before a glaring issue arose during your first fight together on Fishman Island. The two of you had never been so out of sync.Â
How did two years change both of you so drastically?Â
You both cursed out loud, frustrated as you ebbed and flowed to completely different rhythms. You would reach out to strike an enemy, only to almost be impaled by Zoroâs blade. Zoro would prepare to strike, only to be thrown off balance by an enemy body that you flung in his direction. Luffy laughed as he watched the two of you struggle, which only added to your irritation.Â
By the time the battle was over you were disheartened to say the least. Zoro couldnât even look at you, and you couldnât find the words to say to him either. Should you apologize? You didnât think you had done anything wrong, he had been in your way too. The more you thought about it the more annoyed you became. Your mind raced in circles about the ridiculous situation. You came back to reality as you heard a voice calling out to you - Sanji.Â
You relaxed your furrowed brows and the unconscious frown on your face faded away. The curly-browed chef sauntered towards you with a glass delicately balanced on a tray. âOh Y/N-love, please enjoy this dessert Iâve made for you. Iâve poured all my love into it. Only the best for my fighting beauty.âÂ
You looked up to see a colorful, intricately decorated cup of chocolate mousse. You instantly lit up. Sanji knew it was one of your favorite desserts. You quickly scooped a spoonful into your mouth and closed your eyes as you savored the rich flavor. âSanji, you donât know how much I missed your cooking.â You took another bite and smiled widely, looking up at him. âIf I wasnât in such bliss I would get up and kiss you, I really would.â
Sanji turned to you with hearts in his eyes and shot backward as streams of blood rocketed out of his nose. You heard Chopper yell out, âHeâs relapsed again! Y/N you canât do that, heâs in recovery!âÂ
You laughed as you watched Chopper fret over the lovestruck man. You always got a kick out of teasing him. Your eyes flickered up to the kitchen door and you watched Zoro push it open, exiting with a dramatic thunk.Â
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Zoro walked out in a worse mood than before. He knew he had messed up during that battle, both of you had made mistakes. He had almost hurt you on numerous occasions and that had completely thrown him off his game. He went over to the ship railing and stared out. It wasnât supposed to be like this.Â
He had been avoiding you, he didnât know what else to do. Ever since he saw you again he knew he needed to keep his distance.
 You had come back different. Your hair was different, your clothes were different, your body was different, and you were shitload stronger. But your voice? It was exactly the same. GodâŚhe hadnât realized how much he had missed the sound of your voice. And your eyes? He had to look away every time you turned in his direction, he couldnât stand it. Beautiful. He had always known this. He knew he didnât know a lot about beauty and pretty things, but there was no denying it anymore. You were beautiful to him. Â
He gripped the railing in frustration. What was he thinking? Youâd looked so angry sitting there at the kitchen table. Your eyebrows pressed together and the corners of your mouth pointing down in a scowl. You had been thinking about how useless he had been, he was sure of it. He needed to clear his head, he needed to work out.Â
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Robin was out on the deck of the Thousand Sunny enjoying a new book about ancient tribal societies. She sipped peacefully from a cup of tea and looked out into the horizon. She didnât think she would ever get tired of the sunsets on the Sunny. Her eyes wandered slightly over to where a green head of hair had been huffing and puffing and aggressively lifting weights for the past two hours. She sighed.Â
She had been watching you and Zoro these last couple of weeks and figured out the source of the tension immediately. It really wouldnât be good for the crew to have some of their best fighters distracted and clumsy, she told herself. They were in the New World now and all members needed to be at their best. She stared back at her book as a plan formed in her mind. It was for the good of the crew, it really was.Â
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Zoro got up from his spot near the mast and stomped past Robin at her table. âHow long do you intend to pout over Y/N?â she asked, not looking up from her book.Â
Zoro stopped and stared at her, âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âDonât think I havenât noticed. Iâve got eyes everywhere after all.â She looked up at Zoro as he tried to keep a straight face. âJust go talk to her. Sheâs in the womenâs bunks right now, she just finished showering. It's a good time to have a private conversation. Just go clear the air. Trust me.âÂ
Zoro just grunted in reply and kept walking past her. Suddenly a hand popped up as he reached the top of the stairs, pointing a slender finger towards the left. âIt's that way dear,â Robin said. He grumbled.Â
Zoro turned to his left and slowly walked towards the door of the womenâs bunks before halting in the middle of the hallway. What was he going to say? You had seemed so aggravated before, how was he supposed to fix this? As he hesitated, he thought of how the two of you used to be. He was so desperate to get back to that. These feelings needed to stop here, you were in a pirate crew and you both need to remember that. He snapped his head up and marched toward your door.
Zoro was full of determination now. He was going to clear the air like Robin said. He wasnât sure what he was going to say, but he was sure he would figure it out. Anything was better than where he was now. He wanted to make it work. He wanted to make it up to you.Â
Zoro gripped the door handle and burst into the room without thinking or knocking, thunderously declaring, âY/N! LETâS GO BACK TO THE WAY WE USED TO--!âÂ
You were naked.
 His eye dropped down to look at the red pair of panties you had on.Â
Okay, not completely naked.Â
You stared at him in shock as his eye wandered up your body, finally meeting yours.Â
âGET OUT!!!â you shrieked, breaking the silence. You grabbed the towel out of your hair in an attempt to cover yourself up. âOUT! NOW! ZORO! OUT!!!â
He turned on his heels and moved forward at lightning speed, running straight into the door frame with a crash you thought might have shaken the whole ship. He readjusted and flew out of the room, back out to the deck where he saw Robin, still sitting there with a book in hand.Â
She looked up from her book lazily and her eyes went straight to the red welt across his face. âHow did it go?â she asked with an amused smile.Â
âYes,â Zoro said, hands on his knees while he panted, still stunned about everything that had just happened. So much for getting back to normal.
Robin stared at the poor man as he walked off towards his room.Â
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You stood in the room, frozen. The initial shock of Zoro walking in on you had passed, but you still couldn't process it. You stared at the open door, unmoving, and struggling to breath. You felt your whole body get warm as you thought about Zoroâs eye moving up your body. You shook your head to free yourself from the memory and hurried to dress yourself.
If Zoro had been avoidant before, he was like a ghost now. For the rest of the day you swore you could feel Zoroâs intense gaze on you, but the second you looked up he was nowhere to be found. It was maddening.Â
You tried to ignore the green menace and go about your day as normal. You sat in the kitchen and helped Nami grind some ink and helped Chopper organize some herbs, but your mind was elsewhere. You sat with the others who plugged away as you half-heartedly joined in. Â
You kept replaying the scene over and over in your head. He had looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. But there was something else. You contemplated the gleam you saw in his eye. It was familiar to you, he looked like that when he was in battle, when he faced a real challenge. When he placed his precious Wado Ichimonji in his mouth and finally challenged a worthy adversary.Â
It was hunger.
You felt the blood rise to your face and reached for the sweet drink Sanji and left you. As you chugged down your drink an image danced at the corner of your mind. Zoro, mad with hunger, but instead of his sword, your underwear was in between his teeth.
You choked. Coughing loudly, you sprayed your drink across the table. You winced as you tried to catch your breath and rid yourself of the tantalizing image you conjured up. You felt Chopperâs tiny hoove smack your back rapidly as he tried to help you.Â
âY/N! Be careful!â Nami exclaimed, snatching away her notes as you coughed near them.Â
You put your hand up to signal you were okay. Robin smiled from her seat at other corner of the kitchen.Â
âSanji! Get her some water!â Chopper exclaimed as he continued to beat your back.Â
âItâs alright, Iâm okay,â you said, clearing your throat.Â
âBut youâre still bright red!â he cried. âBreathe! Breathe through your nose!â you laughed and gladly accepted the water Sanji offered you.Â
âAre you alright, Y/N-love?â Sanji asked.Â
âYes,â you tried to collect yourself and play it off. âIâm afraid the flavors of the tea youâve brewed for me were a shock to my system!â You joked to help get the attention off of you. âThe depth of the flavor! The notes of bergamot!â you exclaimed, your voice still gruff.Â
You watched Sanji spin around in circles around the room, âAll for you my beautiful Y/N-love!â
âDo you have to egg him on, Y/N?â Nami asked with a bored expression as she watched the cook rejoice.Â
âI canât help it, I missed him. I really did.â You smiled at her. âYou have to admit heâs good at what he does every once and a while. Iâm just making up for lost time.âÂ
Nami shook her head with a smile. You heard the kitchen door open with a loud thud and a flash of green hair exit. Had Zoro been in the kitchen the whole time? You had been too engrossed in your thoughts to notice. You looked down at your now empty glass and grimaced. Why was this so complicated? You backed out of your chair and excused yourself to get some air.Â
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The night breeze gently blew through your hair as you leaned over the banister to look out onto the Sunny.Â
Despite all your attempts, you found yourself thinking back to Zoro and the look on his face. Were you right about what you saw? Was it hunger? Or somehow worse, desire? Your stomach felt warm and your throat felt tight. You put your head in your hands. There was no way. He didnât think like that, all he thought about was his swords. You were reading too much into it.Â
Letâs go back to the way we used to. His words replayed in your head. So, he had noticed something had changed between the two of you. You wondered just how much he had noticed.Â
You sighed, growing increasingly frustrated you ran a hand through your hair. Why were you so caught up on this? You were being childish. A pirate ship was no place for romance. You needed to clear this whole thing up.Â
The kitchen door opened again as Robin walked out. You quickly straightened up and turned towards her, throwing on a half-hearted smile.Â
She stared at you for a beat before smiling back. âPenny for your thoughts?âÂ
You looked at Robin and hung your head in defeat. âI really am easy to read, huh.âÂ
âI donât know what you mean,â she said in her usual sly tone. You were quiet as she leaned over the banister next to you. âI heard some commotion from our bunks earlier in the day, did Zoro get lost again?âÂ
âIt was nothing,â you answered too quickly, âI just chewed him out for not knocking.âÂ
âOh really?â you knew your face was red so you didnât look at her. âI did see him shortly before that. He seemed very determined to do something. I wonder what it was.â Robin eyed you curiously.Â
âHe always looks like that. When heâs not sleeping, that is.âÂ
âTrue,â she said. You both went silent for a bit. You looked down below as movement caught your eye and you saw Franky messing with the helm of the ship. âTwo years really makes the heart grow fonder. Iâve missed you all.â You turned to look at her. Her eyes were locked in on Franky. You followed her gaze to him and saw a hand sprout from the nearby beam. It reached out to gently caress his cheek.Â
Franky leaned into the touch and once Robinâs hand disappeared he turned back to look at the both of you and laughed. Then, he dramatically struck a heart pose with his massive arms and yelled out, âMY SUUUUPPPERRR LOVELY GAL!âÂ
Your mouth fell open and you looked back at Robin in shock, âSince when?âÂ
Robin kept her gaze on the blue haired man, smiling fondly. âBack at Water 7,â Your jaw dropped. âItâs rare to meet people that make you feel like your most authentic self. Meeting Luffy and the rest of the crew, Iâve never felt like Iâve belonged until now. But, Iâve also never felt as seen by anyone else until I met him.â Her eyes never left the goofy cyborg. âWe may be pirates, but weâre owed our own pleasures here and there, are we not?âÂ
Franky continued his barrage of various poses for Robin as she looked on with amusement. You watched the two in awe. You had no idea they had such affection for one another, but somehow it made perfect sense. As you observed the pair, Robinâs words echoed in your head. So, a relationship like this is possible, huh? You cursed yourself and swiftly dismissed the thought. There was no point in getting your hopes up.Â
âY/N-love! Robin-chwan! Dinnerâs ready!â Sanji announced as he burst through the kitchen door. âFranky! Get your ass in here you greasy oaf!â He went back inside.Â
âYou should go tell Zoro dinner is ready,â Robin said, stepping back from the bannister. You unfortunately couldnât see her devilish grin as she headed into the kitchen.Â
You took a couple seconds to collect your thoughts. Finally, after taking a deep exaggerated breath, you turned on your heels and headed for the menâs bunks.Â
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Zoro grumbled to himself as he stomped back to the menâs bunks. He had been hiding in the back corner of the kitchen as he sulked and nursed a bottle of liquor. Overhearing you praise that dumbass cook sent him storming out of the kitchen. He knew he acted like an impulsive child, but seeing the way your face softened as you complimented Sanji had been the last straw. You had never said a word about Zoroâs skills. You never spoke about how much you missed him. He knew he had been fucking up with you ever since you reunited. He fucked up in fights and now he had fucked up the chance to talk to you. He was losing his edge.Â
Discarding his shirt, he threw himself onto his small bed and covered his face with his arms. He willed himself to calm down and get a grip. He needed to sleep. He was no good on this ship if he kept behaving like this. However, rest did not come.Â
Despite his conviction, his mind wandered back to you. Back to the moment he had walked in on you. He played it over and over again in his mind. You had been so shocked, so embarrassed, but he couldnât help himself. You had looked soâŚsoft.Â
He closed his eyes as he tried to recall every detail. He thought of the red underwear that hugged your hips. He thought of the shape of your lip as your mouth fell open in shock. He thought of the deep blush that crawled across your scarred skin down to your shoulders. He thought of the shape of your breasts and the color of your perky nipples, cold and wet from your shower. He thought of the smooth curves of your body and your calloused hands desperately trying to cover yourself. He thought of the smell of your shampoo that filled the room with your aroma and made him feel drunk. He still felt drunk.Â
An all too familiar sensation settled in his core. He opened his eyes and frowned as he looked down at his pants. Damn it.Â
Zoro ignored the guilt he felt as he pulled back the hem of his pants and reached down to touch himself to the image of you.Â
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You approached the menâs barracks and stood in front of the door. You reached for the handle and put your hand on the twisting the knob, preparing to burst through. When suddenly, you heard something. It was faint, a sort of mumbling. You pressed your ear against the door.Â
âFuck-â You froze. âFuck, just like that. PleaseâŚâÂ
You were too shocked to move. Zoroâs voice rang out again as you stood by. âS-Stupid Cook, fuck- Stupid curly-brow.â Your mouth fell open, dumbfounded. Was he talking about Sanji? âThinks hâs so great. Good at whatâe does?â His words were slurred as he grunted. âIâm good too, Iâm so good. Iâll show you-Y/N-fuck.â he moaned âIâll show you just how good I am.â Â
Your whole body pressed against the door. Did he say my name?
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Zoro was hot.Â
His breath hitched as he spat into his palm and regripped to thrust himself into his fist. You were everywhere. His mind was filled with you. You were the cause of all his frustrations. This was all your fault.Â
He struggled with the blankets around him and threw them to the ground in exasperation. Zoro crawled to the edge of the bed, never stopping his hand from moving up and down his cock. This wasnât enough. He scuffled to his feet, still pumping himself with one hand. He used his other hand to grip the side of his bed to keep himself steady. This position wasnât helping either. He was even more restless. He still wanted more. He wanted you.Â
âY/N.â Zoro moaned out your name, unable to keep his words to himself. His hips were twitching and his hand that gripped the post begged to be holding something else.Â
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Carefully, you clicked open the door and slipped inside the dark room. Zoroâs back was facing you and he was too much in his own world to notice your presence. You watched as the muscles across his bare back flexed and spasmed as he vigorously stroked himself.
âGod, please. Please, Y/N.â Zoro spoke in a whimper. His voice was even more clear than it had been before. You forced your breathing to stay steady as you watched Pirate Hunter Zoro beg for you. Your cheeks burned at the sight before you. Your fingertips twitched and deep inside your core felt tingly and ticklish.Â
It seemed that you both were nearing the last of your patience. Zoroâs breathing quickened and his pace became more erratic. You could tell he was getting close.Â
We canât have that now, can we?Â
You slammed the door closed behind you and watched with excitement as Zoroâs back straightened and he snapped to face you, and what a sight it was. Zoro looked at you with a mixture of confusion and lust, his face was flush and he struggled to hide his obvious erection with a blanket from the intruder. âWhat the hell! Donât you assholes ever knock?!â he spat out. But when his eyes finally adjusted to the dark and Zoro recognized who was standing in front of him, his expression turned to shock and embarrassment.Â
You smiled. Everything made sense now.Â
Zoro began to move to cover himself more adequately, but you stopped him, raising a hand, âNo, please,â you stared as your other hand reached behind you to secure the latch on the door. âDonât let me distract you, Zoro.âÂ
The way you whispered his name sent chills down Zoroâs spine. âY-Y/N- I - this isnât - I didnât mean-âÂ
âKeep going.â Zoro looked at you in shock. You continued, âYou were calling my name, werenât you? Iâm here now, so keep going.âÂ
There was a slight hesitation in Zoro, his eyes searched yours for some kind of explanation. But with the very subject of his indecent thoughts standing in front of him, egging him on, he knew he couldnât stop here.Â
Zoro leaned back against his bunk and without breaking eye contact, moved his blanket to expose himself to you. His thick and lengthy cock twitched with excitement and ached to be touched. You walked forward and let your eyes trail along his body, you wanted him.. But you had to be patient for this. You took a seat on the adjacent bunk facing Zoro. The pressure between you was crushing and both of you were losing grip on your long held restraint.Â
âGo on,â You instructed the man in front of you.Â
As if he was released from a spell, his hand moved automatically, gripping his stiff cock in his hand. Closing his eye, he teased his tip slightly before shoving himself into his palm with a satisfying thrust. Zoro couldnât stop the guttural moan that escaped his mouth. He opened his eye to see your reaction and nearly moaned a second time.Â
Your face was completely flushed with desire as you gawked at Zoro, taking in every inch of his toned body and throbbing cock. Your mouth was watering at the sight. You werenât sure you had ever wanted someone this much. Your whole body was tingling and becoming sensitive.Â
You wanted to feel good too. You began tracing your fingers along your neck, shuddering at the sensation. You grazed the hem of your shirt and in one quick motion you yanked it over your head, exposing yourself and your bra.Â
Zoro, high with his own arousal, immediately took a step forward upon seeing you uncovered before him. But before he got any closer, a hard shove from you sent him flying back to his original spot. He looked at you with annoyance and confusion.Â
âI donât remember saying you could stop, swordsman,â you said with a sly smile. He stared daggers at you. âKeep going, and watch closely.âÂ
You slid your fingers in your mouth, tasting the lingering salty flavor from Zoro's sweaty body after you had shoved him. You ran your tongue along your fingertips, never breaking eye contact with him. Zoroâs breathing hitched as he gaped at you, his pace quickened and he began using his other hand to tease his balls. You smirked at his reaction, slipping your other hand underneath your bra and gripping your breast. You were getting lost in your own self pleasure.Â
Satisfied with your prep, you removed your hand from your mouth, slick with your own saliva, and pulled back your skirt to reveal your red underwear. The same pair from before. Zoro caught a glimpse of the wet stain at the center of your panties and bit his lip. You looked back up at Zoro to see his yearning eyes drilling a hole through you. You circled your fingertips around the fabric at your center, effectively teasing both you and Zoro.Â
âZoro,â your voice caught him by surprise, he looked up to meet your lustful gaze, âdo you touch yourself while thinking of me often?âÂ
Zoro clenched his jaw, then he smirked. You were such a tease, but two could play this game, âDo you think youâre that special?â
âHmm,â you hummed, playfully turning the ends of your lips downward. His eyebrows furrowed as he was brought back to that moment in the kitchen and how upset you had appeared. He grunted as he pumped himself rougher, his frustration rising.Â
âDid that make you upset?â he said, his voice dripping with irritation. âIâm not that pervy cook, it takes more than a little teasing to win me over.âÂ
You smiled, amused by his evasive responses, âWell then, should I give you some inspiration?â Â
Zoroâs cocky smile faded as you pulled the fabric of your panties to the side, exposing your wet cunt. You looked back up at him one last time before finally giving yourself some relief. You closed your eyes and began caressing your clit, gasping from the contact. You were feeling more sensitive than usual as Zoroâs unwavering eye watched your every move. You moved your fingers lower, and circled around your entrance, lathering your fingers with your own juices. Finally, you inserted two fingers, and your body relaxed from the pleasure. As you worked yourself, you widened your legs and reached your other hand down to massage your swollen bud. You bit your lip, but failed to hold back your aroused voice.Â
Zoro was mesmerized as you fingered yourself in front of him. He couldnât believe this was real. It took every fiber of his being to control himself and not launch himself at you. His chest felt tight. He wasnât used to feeling tied down or powerless. In all honesty, it was a turn on seeing you take charge. However, his composure was wearing thinner and thinner as he watched your fingers pump in and out of our glistening pussy.Â
âYou look like youâre having a good time over there too, huh?â Zoro was testing his luck, he knew he was just about over the edge himself, âHow often do you think about my cock when you fuck yourself like that?âÂ
You were too far gone to keep playing this game. Your pace quickened on your swollen clit with one hand, and the other continued to curl inside yourself. You huffed out in exasperation, âZoro - I want you to come. Come for me.âÂ
âYou witch - ugh!â The pressure inside Zoro burst. His face turned up towards the ceiling while his hand maintained his rhythm as his body spasmed with pleasure and his warm cum spewed out. He fucked himself against his hand through his orgasm, spreading his fluids across his still stiff member. Zoro was left breathing heavily, still drunk on his orgasm, unable to properly comprehend what exactly happened.Â
Zoroâs head rolled down as he caught his breath, and his eyes finally came back up to you. Your eyes were closed tight as you also struggled to regain composure. It took Zoro a moment to realize - while he was riding off his own high - you had also reached your climax.Â
You came. And he didnât see it.
Unaware of Zoroâs disappointment, you chuckled as your world still spun around you, âWho knew youâd be the type to listen well?â You pulled your panties back over your leaking cunt, wiping your fingers on your skirt, âWeâll talk more aboutâŚâ You hesitated, âwhatever this was, later. Sanji says itâs time for dinner, so weâd better-â
Zoro stood, grabbed your wrist and forced you to stand. In one swift movement Zoro flipped you around, pulled your skirt to the floor, and pressed his chest hard against your back, pinning you tightly against the wall. With his knee he spread your legs apart. Your head spun from his touch. Before you had a chance to react, you could feel the sensation of something foreign slide its way between your legs. Your eyes peered down and you could make out the tip of Zoroâs cock, bright red and still covered in his own cum, rubbing against your wet underwear.Â
âWeâre not done here. I think itâs your turn to listen,â Zoro slurred in your ear, âand show me how well you can take it.â
His arms wrapped around your chest and stomach, effectively trapping your back against his chest. You had always been impressed by Zoroâs intimidating size and strength, but even more so since your reunion. As the muscles he had trained for two years pressed hard against your back, you couldnât help but moan. His mouth was level with your ears and you could hear his uneven panting. Your clit was begging for attention, so you attempted to roll your hips around Zoroâs dick to create even the smallest bit of friction, but Zoro held you back.Â
âYouâre acting pretty needy.â
âD-Donât be an asshole.â
âI think Iâm being pretty fair,â he smirked, enjoying watching you squirm against him.Â
Zoro took a step back, creating some space and your heart ached at the loss of his touch. Thankfully, the lack of touch was short lived and you gasped as Zoro pulled your panties to the side. He then handled his own dick to brush roughly against your clit before stopping right at your entrance. Zoro grabbed your hands and slammed them flat against the wall above your headÂ
âNow, fuck me,â Zoro growled, âShow me how you like it.â
Your heart skipped several beats before you made a move. With your own slick combined with Zoroâs cum covered cock, there was enough lubrication to easily slip the tip inside yourself. Your hips shook as you pushed your ass backwards, forcing his cock to sink further inside you. You caught your breath as you were filled with his overwhelming length, sensations of pleasure and pain mixing with each other. You knew you werenât taking all of him, but it was all you could manage. You hesitantly fucked yourself on his cock, moving slowly as you felt yourself being torn apart. Slower than Zoro had the patience for.Â
âWhat happened to your confidence? Thereâs still a long way to go.â Zoro mocked you in a strained voice.Â
âGive me a break,â you squirmed under him, unwilling to stop the rhythm you had achieved, you were feeling good, âSeems to me you- ah- have it easy right now.âÂ
Zoro frowned at your words. Easy? He was using every ounce of his self control not to immediately come inside you. Watching your flushed back shiver underneath him as you bounced shyly in front of him was enough to make him pass out. Zoro was brought back to reality when he saw your legs begin to shake and your pace become more desperate. Right before you could reach your second climax, Zoro stepped back.Â
You whined as your legs nearly gave out from the loss of his supporting hands on yours. âWhat was that for! I- I was so close!â You cried out in frustration.Â
Zoro turned you around to face him, bringing himself down to your eye level and slurred, âI wanâa see yer face.â His pupils were wide from arousal, and his words sent goosebumps down your spine. He looked like a wild animal.Â
Zoro grabbed you by the back of your neck and crashed his lips onto yours. As much as you wanted to savor your first kiss together, it was definitely not a romantic one. The kiss was forceful and messy, his tongue found its way inside your mouth overpowering you from the inside. He moaned and hummed as he kissed you and the vibrations tickled your lips. His hands trailed everywhere along your body, tracing your neck all the way down your back, harshly gripping your ass. You struggled to appease his assertive nature, but eventually allowed yourself to be swayed by his pace. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you stood high on your toes for better access to his lips. Finally, Zoro bit down on your bottom lip, lightly tugging on it as he pulled away.Â
His eyes trailed down your body, stopping at your bra. With one quick movement, your bra was torn from your body and laying in pieces on the ground. You hardly had time to be angry about your ruined clothes before Zoro shoved you down onto his cramped bunk.Â
Zoro was on top of you in an instant, trailing kisses and nibbles down your neck and to your freshly exposed chest. He shoved his hand down your panties as he sloppily sucked and bit your hard nipples. You flinched back from the electric current that ran down your spine as his fingers slid against your folds. Zoro struggled underneath the fabric and finally hissed out in frustration, gripping the hem and beginning to rip away at the seams.
âHey, wait-wait-wait! Donât rip those, theyâre my favorite pair.â You pouted.Â
He looked at you, jaw clenched, âFine,â he relented. He seized your legs and propelled your hips upward with one arm and pried your underwear down with the other.Â
With your clothes out of the way he leaned back and spat on his hand and immediately plunged his fingers inside you. His face bent down again to your chest and stomach and he began leaving marks across your body. Simultaneously, Zoro pumped and curled his fingers at an excruciating pace, his fingers were far thicker than your own and it stretched your walls out in the best way. It felt incredible, but you wanted more. Wanted all of him. You wanted him to fuck you.Â
âEnough- Zoro itâs enough. Please, just fuck me already.â You begged him.Â
Zoro raised his head to examine your flushed face. You were sweating and stared back at him with lustful eyes.
Zoro wanted to be patient. He wanted to make you writhe beneath him as he continued to take charge as revenge from before. He wanted to do all those things, but with one look at you he lost his motivation. Zoro hastily shimmied himself out of his pants and cast them aside. Then he sat up between your legs and aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance.Â
You clutched the sheets behind you and squirmed as Zoro gripped your hips tight, forcing himself deeper inside your soaking tight pussy. Zoroâs patience was long gone, and in one fell swoop he bottomed out, shoving his entire length into you.Â
It was to be expected, but it quickly became clear to you that Zoro was not a gentle lover. But whatever lack of tenderness he showed through his brutish movements, was made up for in his gaze. Desperate and burning, he wanted all of you.Â
You placed a hand on his chest and you could barely register what was going on around you. His size was overwhelming, rubbing and stretching every fiber of your being from your deepest core. Zoro only gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before he pulled himself out and slammed back inside you. He watched as your face contorted with agony and lust as he continued to pound into you ruthlessly. Zoro grabbed your hand away from his chest and entangled his fingers with your own. He lifted your hand up to his mouth and ran his tongue down the back of your hand and to the tips of your fingers.Â
You were getting dizzy. âSlow- ugh- down. Youâre- ah! Too fast!â
âYouâre shameless,â Zoro smirked. âYou haveâta take responsibility for your teasingâ he said showing off his teeth before leaning down and shutting you up with a sloppy kiss. He ran his tongue along your jaw, and left hickies across your neck. You moved your own hands and legs to capture him and bring him impossibly close. You needed to feel every inch of the man before you.Â
Zoro felt intoxicated. Your soft body underneath his fingertips, your saliva mixing in with his own, the sweet smell of your sweat, and the way you clenched him tightly. He couldn't get enough. You were better than any liquor.Â
Zoro untangled himself from your limbs and brazenly lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder. You watched greedily as he straddled your other leg and reinserted himself. The new angle reached a spot inside you that sent a shock throughout your body. Your back arched and your hands clawed at his thick thighs. Zoro reveled in the sting of your nails and reached one hand to knead your clit and with the other he held your leg tight against his chest. He let his tongue run a trail along your calf, finally stopping to sink his teeth into your muscle. You cried out, and Zoro's eyes lit up in arousal at the noise.
 You were getting close. Every touch, grind, and thrust was working its way through your body building tension in your core. Zoro watched you closely as you pinched your own nipples and your hips bucked upward to meet him halfway. He saw your eyebrows pinch together tightly as you whimpered, âPleasepleaseplease-â the coil burned hotter and hotter.
âThatâs it, let me see you come. I want to see you come for me.â
With a final gasp you reached your climax. The world around you shattered and your whole body shook as the immense pleasure overtook you.Â
Zoro took in every second, every twitch and shake as he fucked you through your orgasm. As the overstimulation racked your body Zoro also reached his peak. With a few final rough thrusts, he moaned as he released inside you at the deepest point. His cock twitched as it spilled his warm cum, filling you completely. You clutched at his body pulling him onto you as you both rode out your highs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you entangled your fingers in his hair as your thighs gripped him. Â
You both lay there in each other's embrace, sweaty and panting.Â
As you both calmed down and the reality of what you had just done, dozens of your conflicting emotions began swirling in your heads. Relief. Desire. Exhilaration. Panic.Â
You both knew that everything had changed. But as you lay next to one another, feeling each otherâs heartbeat and breath, you couldnât help but smile. It was obvious that the two of you would not be returning to normal, but somehow, you were both ok with that.Â
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The Strawhat crew was in a great mood as they ate their dinner around the table. Luffy and Brook sang cheerfully in-between bites of Sanjiâs incredible dish. The rest of the crew chowed down on their meal smiling at their captain's antics.Â
Suddenly, Nami looked around perplexed. âWhere's Y/N and Zoro? Luffyâs gonna eat their portions if they don't hurry.â
Robin hummed as she chewed her last bite, and shared a knowing look with Franky, who stifled a laugh. âY/N and Zoro were sparring in the crows nest. They were finally getting back in sync so it's better we don't bother them. I'll be sure to save their portions.â Robin smiled innocently.Â
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âď¸ authors note | everyone follow @nanpecan, this wouldn't have been written without her, she slayed the first half, frobin insert, and final edit. and thank her for bullying me to actually finish writing my parts. all i want is to write silly little situations of my fav troupes so we shoved a couple in here lol. hope y'all have fun
#debating on doing more pollen fics#thinking about sanji#or another fav trope - hurt comfort nightmare troupe#i eat that up !!!!#im trying to get nana to write some frobin#nana knows i also have some bullet points for a foul law hc in my drafts#she's to blame for that one#that might never see the light of day#anyways#zoro#zoro x reader#one piece#one piece fanfic#one piece hc#zoro fanfic#one piece x reader#sex pollen#frobin#smut#one piece smut#zoro one shot#one piece one shot#one shot#zoro x y/n#one piece self insert#selt insert#mine
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