#oblivious

[maybe-frog]

someone, flirting: that dress looks pretty cute on you 😏😏

Me: THANKS IT HAS POCKETS

[courier-roku]

A Congratulatory gift for being the Parkour Champion. That's it, nothing more.

[beefreefs]

neon genesis avemujica

[luffyshamefulmistress]

When Luffy gets injured protecting you ((T ^ T) pt3

Luffy is different after Zoro’s warnings, Reader is oblivious and grows uneasy part2(^^)

#fluff #luffyxreader #forbidden love #pining #jealous

reader is still nonchalant baddie all the way ^ - ^

kinda long <3700 words 😪

a/n -> im so happy my work has been resonating with you guys so much, i feel so seen sharing my love for luffy with others! (>m<) So thank u all for all the support so far!

Romance within the crew won’t end well.

Luffy’s mind relentlessly drifted back to those words over and over again while he waltzed through the bustling village at the new island they stopped by. But it’s not romance if I just care for a Nakama, right?

His carefree whistling causes heads to turn while he copes with his humming to sort out the discording thoughts within him. Something about you hurting your leg that day, about the way you always put his safety before yours, it triggered a protective instinct in him he himself knew was different from the kind he gave to his nakamas.

But he would never show that, no. He knew Zoro was right, deep down. It was taking him apart, acting this way, putting up this front, but he knew.

He sniffs around curiously, nose scrunching a little to catch a whiff of juicy meat around the corner, to which his arm stretches automatically, launching himself in its direction.

His teeth gnash into the meat hungrily, juicy seasoning dripping down his chin as he devours it happily, grinning, finally gaining a moment of reprieve from his tumultuous thoughts of you, his eyes closed as he enjoys his food bought with what little Berry Nami had given him.

You were just around the corner, wearing new black jewelry you’d bought from around the bustling village, limping around in your freshly healed leg. The gleam of your new black accessories were what caught Luffy’s attention, his eyes snapping to your form as you browsed the shops, steps slow and careful as you look around in curiosity.

Immediately, Luffy is before you, meat in hand, looking down at you with his curious childlike expression of confusion.

“I thought I told the others to keep you on the ship, (__).” He blinks, eyes finally trailing down your figure to see the new additions on your form, gaze lingering on the way the black necklace you wore fit snugly around your neck, your pretty little tendons straining softly as you raise your head to look at him.

“Your leg hasn’t fully healed yet.” His eyes wander to your leg you’d been limping a little with.

“Oh, is that why they tried so hard to convince me not to come?” Used to his sudden appearances, you muse nonchalantly, tilting your head in thought, not catching the way Luffy’s gaze wandered over you, your own gaze fixed on the meaty juices that ran down his chin, heart fluttering beneath your cool demeanor. “You should’ve known I’d find a way out, Captain.”

You’d easily slipped out the Merry while the others went out for some fun when Zoro had fallen asleep as usual while guarding on the ship.

Luffy frowns a little, his gaze snapping back to your eyes, pouting in that cute, innocent manner of his. “Chopper made it clear not to let you strain your leg.” He drops down to a squat, eyes popping out the sockets comically as he peers at your nearly-healed leg, frowning. “It’s not fully healed yet.”

You cant hold back a slight huff of amusement watching him, and can’t help but squat down before him as well, peering into his deep brown eyes as you restrain your heart from fluttering too much at the proximity of him, to the point his sea-scent was wafting all over you again.

“If I could walk all the way here, I’d say I’ve healed quite well, Captain.” You say coolly, watching him closely.

Luffy, however, leaned even closer, scrutinizing your expression in concentration to detect any lies, teeth ripping out a large piece of meat from the bone in his hand, munching on it thoughtfully, his tongue flying out to slurp at the residue juice on his lips.

“Yet I’m sure Chopper said not to strain yourself...” He mumbles thoughtfully, voice low and protective, and his eyes flash softly when your cheeks flush with heat, mistaking it for your discomfort. Suddenly he seems to realize just how close he was to you, how the only thing between you both was the bone of meat in his hands, and he can’t stop the words that rang in his mind for the umpteenth time: Romance within the crew won’t end well.

Quickly, he shakes his head, the juices of his meat mixed with his hungry drool sloppily flying around adorably as he abruptly stands up, risking a large hand to pull you up with him, rough rubber fingers wrapping around your smaller one firmly and gently, muscles flexing as he tugs your body effortlessly off the ground to press right against him.

You’re used to this; his firm grabbing but gentle touches he seemed to offer to everyone in your own delusion. So when he suddenly steps back, his hand slipping off yours the moment you’re steady on your feet, and his body blatantly kept a foot’s distance from you, your mind flashes immediately with an automatic warning light.

Was he … avoiding you right now?

“Let’s go back to the Merry, (__).” Luffy’s words are slightly strained as he blinks at you, gnashing his teeth into the meat once more. “Captain’s orders.” He adds casually through a mouthful of meat.

You sigh, recognizing that protective tone once again, barely registering your inner annoyance with it with the way he was acting right now. You take a step towards him, your expression giving away nothing, cool and nonchalant.

“I don’t want to.”

“I said, Captain’s orders, (__).” Luffy takes a step back, munching softly, casually watching you between bites.

“I said I don’t want to.” You step forward, not missing the way his tongue licked where the juices dripped off the meat, cheeks flushing with heat again despite your nonchalant expression.

“You’re still hurt, (__).” Luffy’s voice grows a little low and raspy when he starts to get a little serious. He takes yet another step back.

You frown. What’s he trying to do? Why’s he running away? His words are contradicting his actions. Take you back to the Merry? Shouldn’t his rubber arms be wrapped securely around your waist, picking you up and pressing you against his body protectively to Gum-Gum fly you both back to the Merry? Your steps grow pushy as you back him up against a wall, chin tilted up in soft distaste as you watch him calmly.

Luffy’s eyes don’t waver from yours, licking his lips casually, the bustle and rush of the villagers granting you both some semblance of anonymity amongst the crowds of people.

“What are you in such a hurry for, Captain?” You ask lowly, eye squinting just a bit in irritation at his avoidance of your presence until you’d forced yourself on him.

Luffy just feigns ignorance, peering down at you slowly.

“To get you back to the Merry.” You don’t notice the way his fingers twitch softly at his sides, tapping restlessly against the stone walls of the village, the other hand gripping the bone meat tighter.

“Yeah? Well, I’m not going anywhere unless you force me to.” You reply boldly, no nuance in your words, just a pure, blatant challenge. “I’m not so weak that a mere leg injury will hold me back from having fun on a new island.” You don’t understand what made you behave this way, pressing into his body even more. You just didn’t understand why he was running away from you all of a sudden, when usually you’re the most coolheaded, nonchalant baddie on the ship.

Luffy finally grits his teeth at your dismissive words, lowering his gaze. His free hand clenches stiffly at his side when you press further onto him. “You’re still hurt, (__).” His tone is warning now. He seemed to be either extremely fixated on getting you back to resting your leg, or he was restraining himself; something you couldn’t grasp just yet.

“Then you’ll have to force me, Captain.” You reply casually, unbothered, as you push down the fluttering in your chest at the way he was gazing down at you, and the way his heat left your form as you stepped away with a stride. You spin on your heel to saunter away rebelliously, your cool demeanor cracking only with the slight limp in your leg. Your heart clenched painfully at the thought of Luffy losing his touchiness with you; it was the only way you could cope with knowing the fact he’d never be yours as long as he was your Captain. You knew you were being stubborn, and your leg really was beginning to ache from strain despite the days of recovery. Though you’d never expected the voice of a familiar gentleman calling out your name lovingly, causing your head to turn quickly to the voice, seeing Sanji’s heart eyes popping out comically, the sudden movement pushing you off balance, you limping leg tripping over yourself clumsily, as you begin to fall forwards, completely caught off-guard amidst the banter with Luffy and Sanji’s sudden appearance.

“(__)-swaaannnn~~!!”

Familiar rubber hands, roughly calloused but gentle, ghost over your midrift like a wandering breeze before you feel more skilled digits grasping your waist reverently; Sanji.

“Caught you, love.” Sanji’s smooth voice rolls off near your ear, his gentlemanly charm emanating as you’re lifted back upright with a tug of his arms, scarred fingers firm on your waist to keep you steady on your feet. Your head turns to see him grinning down at you with his cigarette hanging out his lips casually.

“Ah, Sanji. Thank you.” You straighten yourself quickly, frowning softly in slight confusion at the ghosting feeling of rubber hands right before Sanji’s scarred fingers, while Luffy is right by your side again, devoid of any of the avoidance he performed earlier.

“Luffy, why didn’t you catch her?” Sanji scolds comically, his hand tightening protectively on your waist, forwning at Luffy in disapproval. “She was about to fall! Her leg isn’t fully healed yet.”

“That’s why we need to get her back to the Merry.” Luffy comments agreeably, completely ignoring his scolding. Though his eyes, dark and steady, were rather focused on Sanji’s fingers gripping at your supple flesh at your waist, digging into you gently while you steadied yourself, finally letting go the moment you brush it off you nonchalantly.

“I said I wanted to stay for a while longer exploring the island, Captain.” You say sternly, brushing you clothes down a little, watching him steadily.

“I’m not going anywhere unless you force me.” You say again with slight annoyance. You realized that breeze was him, coming to help save you from your little clumsy moment, but you realized he had instead retracted his hand, allowing Sanji to hold you instead. He really was avoiding you. Did you do something wrong? You can’t help but think negatively, immediately masking your uneasiness with that usual cold snarky attitude of yours to cover your internal turmoil.

Luffy watches you with stern, dark eyes, his body unconsciously shifting closer to you, but Sanji doesn’t have whatever conflict is brewing within Luffy, stepping forwards and reaching down, his arms scooping you into his chest bridal style, your feet sweeping off the feet smoothly, as he grins down at you with heart eyes.

“I’ll take you back then, (__)-swannn~.” He grips you close to him, eyes glued to you, unaware of the smoldering gaze Luffy gave him, his hands clenching his jaw and his fists, an expression of pure serious coldness emanating off in an intimidating aura all of the sudden at seeing Sanji’s hands on you.

“Put her down, Sanji.” Luffy’s voice cuts through the air.

Sanji quirks a curled brow. What’s this? He observes Luffy’s gaze a moment. Protective? No. At this point, it’s rather possessive. He can’t believe it, his goofy, charming childlike captain could have a gaze like this?

Sanji smirks. “Come get her then.”

Luffy’s eyes flash with something you couldn’t recognize, your eyes following his movements as Sanji rushes off with you in his arms, Luffy right on his tail. You couldn’t understand it. He was so against touching you just moments ago, he wouldn’t even hold you, he wouldn’t even let you get too close. So what is this burning look he’s giving Sanji and you, this heart-wrenching expression of need and desire, your insides pooling with heat at the confusion and utter disbelief of such an expression on your Captain’s beautiful face. You’re flushing with heat, unabel to take your eyes off of his gaze as Sanji chuckles heartily at the new revelation, using his powerful legs to jump from roof to roof, while Luffy chases after, limbs stretching effortlessly to grab onto roof corners and launch himself at the two of you, his jaw clenched tight around the juicy piece of meat he has yet to finish, gaze hardened on you, your hands helplessly clinging onto Sanji’s neck for support, in a vulnerable state with your injured leg, your fingers sliding into his blond hair.

You didn’t want to feel so flustered anymore. You can’t look away from his dark gaze, it’s making you so uncharacteristically nervous you just want Sanji to put you down already, so that Luffy would stop looking at you with those eyes. So you do the only thing you think will make Sanji stop.

“Sanji, you make me feel like a princess, running away with me in your arms like this.” You say into his ear, hugging yourself closer to him to lean up to his ear, eyes fixed on Luffy’s, neither of you able to tear your gazes away, oblivious to the other’s inner turmoil.

And while Sanji freezes on the top of a roof, his feet skidding to a halt, mouth agape in shock, hearts pouring out of his eyes and his entire being, cigarette dropping out his gaping mouth, Luffy’s eyes widen hearing your words. Yes. He heard them.

And then you scream.

Hair flying behind you when you’re entire body is smoothly snatched out of Sanji’s arms, and all you can see for a moment is the shocked faces of the villagers looking up into the air, your eyes wide as you take in the sheer height you were at, the walls looming down below as your vision begins to fade away into the familiar nest of raven black hair, the overwhelming scent of the wild seas engulfing your senses, you eyes catching only a glimpse of Luffy’s heated gaze forward, as the both of you fly through the skies, strong muscles supporting your legs and your back as you scream in panic at the sheer reckless nature of this entire ordeal, hands clinging desperately to Luffy’s broad back.

Luffy’s hand comes up to cup the back of your head, pressing your face gently into the crook of his neck so you won’t have to witness how high above you both are, and also just to prevent you from noticing his gaze. You breathe into him, breathing his scent, clinging onto him, confused, panicked, and tired all at once.

He runs away from your touch one moment, and the next, he’s doing something like this? What the hell? But little do you know, he’s in a greater conflict within.

Romance within the crew won’t end well.

But how come his heart pounds furiously each time you call for him in that nonchalant tone of indifference?

How come just a smile from you makes him grin wider than ever?

How come his head rings in alert when his rubbery arms around your waist? When his hand finds your waist? When you look up at him all nonchalant, the slight tint of red in you cheeks always so cautiously revealed at certain moments?

How come he can’t seem to keep his cool when he sees you get hurt, being held by another man even if it's one of his precious Nakamas?

How come he can’t keep his damn hands off of you, how come it physically hurts to restrain himself?

How come his heart burned with envy at hearing your words to Sanji?

How come all he could think, feel, and see, was red?

How come?

How come…?

Romance within the crew won’t end well. This damn sentence, echoing like a mantra in his mind, like a relentless metronome - it’ll be the death of him. Luffy’s mind buzzes in a cacophony of emotions and desperate desires as he struggles to restrain himself.

Touch her. Stay away. Be close to her. Keep your distance. Hold her. You’ll ruin everything.

Luffy’s hand slams harshly onto the surface of a wall on the Merry as you both land, denting the wood as his hand allows your form to slide back to a standing position, giving you no time to react as his fingers grasp your flesh, pulling you close to his chest as he pants in exhaustion into your ear, head dipped low, down into you, shoulder hunched and caging you into the wall.

You can only see the strength of his neck muscles as he breathes and exhales heavily, exhausted with the conflict within him, as you feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours so clearly that you can't help but flush with heat once more, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“You like that cook?” He murmurs gruffly into your ear, voice raspy with strain, fingers clenching into a fist against the wall, as he steps closer against you, crowding you against the wall.

You can’t even breathe right now. He’s making your heart flutter so uncontrollably you’re afraid he’ll hear it, so you will it with all your might to stop beating if it means he won’t hear.

“Hm? Answer me, (__).” Luffy’s voice demands, crowding you further against the wall, your form pressed intimately against his, your vision blocked with his messy nest of a raven strands, senses overwhelmed with his sea scent, and your injured leg begins to wobble unsteadily at the rush of emotions within you. Luffy’s grasp on the flesh of your waist is the only thing holding you up right now, and he tightens his hold on you, your bodies molding into each other’s.

“What do you mean-” You manage to mumble out before he cuts you off, slamming his fist against the wall.

“A princess, hm? Sanji-kun makes you feel like a princess, does he? Hm?” He practically growls into your ear, and it’s all you can do to not shiver at the unexpected tone, and you can’t even think, can’t even realize the way he’s acting right now. You could only focus on his warmth, his body, his hair, scent, voice, his entire presence swarming you right now, struggling to find an answer.

“I only said that so he’d stop running back to the Merry, Captain.” You rasp hoarsely, unable to think straight.

“Did you?” He asks breathily, his words tickling your neck now as he can’t seem to hold himself back anymore, his teeth gritting harshly as he tries to reign himself in.

“I just wanted to explore the island a moment longer.” Your voice is strained, the tickle of his words making you try to lean away.

His rubbery arms unconsciously stretch and wrap more around your waist more protectively, as he tries not to do something he’ll regret, his mouth opening and closing, lips grazing the skin of your neck ever so slightly, voice low.

“ ‘m sorry, did I cross a line-” You start to say softly, confused, and worried you’d perhaps edged him on too much earlier into touching you, that maybe he had gotten mad over it, before he’s cutting you off with a surprisingly soft, vulnerable tone.

“I-I don’t like it when you-” He begins, voice quiet and muffled with the crook of your neck, pausing mid-sentence when he hears the boisterous laughter of Zoro, Sanji and Nami coming back up the deck. He immediately shifts, stepping quickly with his hand firm on your hip, over to the other side of the wall to hide the both of you from them, his chest pressed close to you, his form engulfing yours as he embraces you like you’ll disappear.

“Just don’t…” He breathes deeply into your neck, risking a ghost of a bite over the area your neck and shoulder meet, not allowing actual contact, his teeth clacking with the chain of the new necklace you bought, before pausing and straightening as he takes a careful step away from you. The heat and strength of his body leaving yours as he watches you with a heated gaze, an eye covered with the rim of his straw-hat as he backs away carefully.

“...Don’t say things like that again.” He murmurs lowly, quiet, his head turning to avoid your gaze. You watch him with tingly nerves, caught off-guard with his sudden retreat, and before you can say anything else, Luffy’s casual smile returns, as if nothing had happened.

“You’re an important nakama, afterall, (__).” A nakama, is it? That’s all you are to him? Your own disappointment makes you bristle in both irritation and exasperation. What exactly had you expected? He has never once expressed any romantic interest in you, so you just stare at his kind, smiling eyes, his pretty nose scrunched in his charming toothy grin, and his demeanor not showing a speck of the hunger before when he’d devoured your form with his gaze alone.

Sanji’s voice calls the both of you over for food; seems he knew you were both there, but hadn’t bothered to digress. And Luffy is grinning wider, beckoning you come as he rubber bazookas over to the kitchen, yelling carefreely, “Let’s eat, (__)!!”

It’s all you can do for now to stand there, trying to calm your racing heart. The way he’d looked at you, called for your name, the ghost of a bite over your neck, and the sheer proximity of him before you erupted the fire within you you’d been dying trying to keep hidden since the moment you realized your affections for him.

I can’t hide them anymore.

You start to panic. Could he tell? Did he see the way you flushed red? He knows, doesn’t he?

Groaning, you muster a call back, “Coming.” before simply throwing up your nonchalant demeanor once again, unsure how you’ll face him again like usual, but one thing was for sure.

Your secret was finally out.

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gosh I acc don’t know how to end things off I suck at endings pls tell me if I literally ruined the whole thing with this tua ending for the sake of their pining!!! 😔😔 I’m acc crashing out reading it again tell me if it sucks pls ISTGG😩

But next part they’ll probably have to deal with their pining FR. (￣∀￣)

[sothisart]

Sneaking out of all the parties, as always

[xichilie]

A Fools Devotion (2)

Brant x (fem)reader

Previous part

The following days, the Troupe of Fools made it their mission to help Brant confess his feelings for Y/N. It was no small task, given the Captain's flamboyant nature and Y/N's cheerful obliviousness.

Gathered in their hideout, the crew huddled around a makeshift table, the air thick with excitement and determination.

“Alright, team,” Brant said, slapping his hands together as he addressed his crew. “Today’s performance is going to be the highlight of the season! Let’s ensure everything goes perfectly!”

He looked around at their faces, blissfully unaware that they were not actually focused on the performance.

Roccia raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Uh, Brant? We’re not talking about the performance today.”

“What do you mean? It’s always about the performance!” Brant replied, feigning confusion.

Andreas leaned in, an impish grin spreading across his face. “No, no. We’re talking about… how to help you express yourself.”

Brant’s grin faltered for just a moment, but he quickly regained composure. “Oh, you mean the performance? Yes! I shall perform a grand romantic gesture!”

Dionysia rolled her eyes. “No, not the performance. Your feelings for Y/N!”

Brant paused, blinking as realization struck him. “You mean… you all know?”

“Duh!” Mosi said, leaning back in his chair. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

Barton leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “We want to help you, Brant. We need to drop some hints for Y/N, so she realizes how you really feel.”

“Hints? What do you suggest?” Brant asked, tilting his head.

“Simple,” Riel said with a mischievous grin. “Just show her how much you care—without the theatrics. Like a simple compliment or a friendly gesture.”

“Right!” Brant said, excitement igniting in his eyes. “I can do that!”

That very evening, the Troupe gathered for their performance. The stage was set, the audience buzzing with anticipation. Y/N, dressed in her vibrant outfit, stood next to Brant as they waited for their cue.

“Ready for the show?” Brant asked, his tone casual, though his heart raced.

“Always!” Y/N replied with enthusiasm, completely missing the longing in his gaze.

As the performance began, the Troupe executed their routines flawlessly, but Brant’s attention kept drifting toward Y/N. Every time she caught his eye, a surge of warmth filled him. It was enough to distract him from his lines.

During a particularly comedic moment, as Brant dramatically swung his sword, he made sure to direct the action towards Y/N, hoping to elicit laughter.

“Well done, Captain!” she cheered, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

“Of course! But it’s all for you, my shining star!” he called out, trying to gauge her reaction.

The rest of the Troupe exchanged knowing glances, hopeful that this would finally break through.

After the show, the crew gathered in the common area, basking in the post-performance glow. Laughter filled the space, and Brant felt high on the adrenaline of the performance and Y/N’s smile.

As the crew began to unwind, Roccia seized the moment. “Y/N, what do you think of Brant’s performance? Pretty impressive, right?”

Y/N nodded, still glowing from the excitement. “He was amazing! He always knows how to put on a show.”

“Yeah, but he was really doing it for you,” Mosi chimed in, smirking. “Did you notice how he kept looking at you?”

Y/N chuckled, shrugging it off. “I think he just likes to put on a good performance.”

The crew collectively groaned, exchanging exasperated looks.

“Alright, let’s try something different,” Riel said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Y/N, do you want to help Brant with his sword practice tomorrow? I hear he could use a sparring partner.”

Y/N blinked in surprise, a smile creeping onto her face. “Really? That sounds fun! I’d love to.”

The Troupe exchanged hopeful glances.

“Perfect!” Brant said, his enthusiasm barely contained. “You’ll see how much fun we have together! Right, Y/N?”

“Right!” she replied, completely oblivious to the underlying motives behind their suggestion.

The next day, as the sun bathed the hideout in golden light, Y/N arrived early for her sparring session with Brant. He was already there, warming up and stretching, an effortless mix of elegance and power.

“Hey, Brant!” she called, waving cheerfully. “Ready to train?”

Brant turned, his heart racing at the sight of her. “Absolutely! But remember, I can’t go easy on you just because you’re a friend!”

Y/N laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Bring it on!”

As they began, Brant tried to focus, using every opportunity to show off his skills while also demonstrating his care for her. He ensured their sparring felt lighthearted, but as he parried her strikes, his heart raced with unexpressed affection.

“Nice move!” Y/N complimented, her face flushed with excitement. “You’re so good at this!”

“Not as good as you,” Brant replied, his voice dropping just slightly.

Y/N grinned, completely missing the weight of his words. “Thanks! This is so much fun!”

As they continued to spar, Brant’s affection grew more pronounced in his movements. He dodged her strikes with playful banter, and the two of them fell into an easy rhythm—brushing close enough that he could smell her hair, feel the warmth radiating from her.

“See? We make a great team!” she said, giggling as she landed a light strike against him.

Brant feigned shock, his hand on his chest. “How dare you! I shall not go down without a fight!”

The crew watched from a distance, half-amused and half-exasperated.

“Is it working?” Barton asked, trying to suppress a grin.

“Not even a little,” Roccia replied, shaking her head.

As the sparring match continued, Brant saw an opening to show her how much she truly meant to him. He feigned a slip, falling backward dramatically as if he had lost his footing, and before Y/N could react, he caught her wrist and pulled her down with him.

Both of them landed on the ground, laughter spilling from their lips as they found themselves in an awkward but playful tangle. Brant’s heart raced; he could feel her warmth radiating against him, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

“Whoa, this was not my plan,” Y/N giggled, her cheeks flushed as she looked down at him.

“Sometimes, the best moments are unplanned,” Brant said softly, holding her gaze.

Just as he was about to say something more, the rest of the crew erupted in laughter.

“Nice move, Captain!” Mosi called out, barely able to contain himself.

Y/N giggled, oblivious to the teasing. “Thanks, Mosi!”

Brant felt a mix of frustration and adoration swell within him. It was all so clear to everyone else, but Y/N just saw his antics as friendly gestures. He wished he could break through that barrier, but each attempt seemed to backfire, making him feel more like a fool.

He sat up, still holding her wrist gently, their faces mere inches apart. “Well, we should probably get back to practice,” he said, a hint of disappointment coloring his voice.

Y/N smiled, completely unaware of the turmoil within him. “Yeah, let’s do it!”

As they stood up and resumed their sparring, Brant couldn’t help but think that he was running out of time. He needed to confess, and soon, or risk losing the chance to make her see him for what he truly felt.

In the heart of the Troupe of Fools’ hideout, a secret meeting was underway. The atmosphere was tense—not with danger, but with sheer, exasperated determination.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Dionysia groaned, flopping onto the nearest chair. “Brant is basically a walking love poem at this point, and she still doesn’t get it.”

“Not just a love poem,” Andreas corrected, smirking. “More like an entire romantic stage play, performed with extra flair.”

Mosi snorted. “And yet, Y/N sees it as him just being his usual dramatic self.”

Brant, who had been gracefully lounging across a pile of cushions, placed a hand over his heart. “You wound me! Am I truly so theatrical that my affections are mistaken for mere performance?”

“Yes,” Roccia answered flatly, barely looking up from the deck of cards she was shuffling.

Brant let out an exaggerated sigh, sinking deeper into the cushions. “Tragic.”

Barton leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Alright, we need to take action. We have to get them alone together—properly alone, not just for five minutes before someone else barges in.”

Riel smirked. “I think I’ve got just the thing.”

Everyone leaned in as he outlined the plan.

The next morning, Y/N was in the middle of helping Roccia organize stage props when Riel approached, looking suspiciously official.

“Y/N, we need your help with something important,” he said, barely keeping a straight face.

She perked up. “Of course! What’s going on?”

“There’s a supply issue,” he said smoothly. “We need someone to meet with one of our contacts outside the hideout.”

“Okay! Who’s coming with me?”

“Brant.”

Y/N blinked. “Oh.” Then she shrugged. “Makes sense! He’s good at talking to people.”

Brant, who had been in the middle of adjusting his coat, turned around with a dazzling grin. “Why, yes, I am.”

Behind them, the Troupe exchanged silent high-fives.

The walk to their so-called mission was peaceful, the sun casting golden light over Rinascita’s rugged terrain. Brant, usually one to fill any silence with a grand speech, found himself unusually quiet.

Y/N, however, was completely at ease. “This is kinda nice,” she said, stretching her arms. “I don’t usually get to go on these little errands with you.”

Brant turned to her with a smile. “Are you saying you enjoy my company?”

She gave him a playful look. “Obviously. You’re fun to be around.”

His heart did a dramatic somersault. She enjoys my company. This is progress.

Unfortunately, his moment of internal celebration was cut short when they arrived at their destination—only to find it suspiciously deserted.

Y/N frowned. “Huh. Where’s the contact?”

Brant rubbed his chin, pretending to think. “Perhaps they left early. Or perhaps…” He snapped his fingers. “We’ve been set up.”

Y/N gasped. “By who?”

Brant sighed dramatically. “By my own crew.”

There was a pause.

Y/N tilted her head. “…Wait. What?”

Brant crossed his arms, turning toward the path they had come from. “Think about it. An urgent mission that somehow only required the two of us? A contact who mysteriously isn’t here? Oh, they’re good.”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “So… we just walked all this way for nothing?”

Brant, ever the showman, gestured grandly. “Not nothing. We got a lovely stroll, some quality time together, and—”

And then, as if on cue, a raindrop landed squarely on his forehead.

“…Oh, that’s not a good sign,” Y/N muttered.

Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a downpour.

Drenched and laughing, they sprinted toward the nearest shelter—a small, abandoned watchtower. Inside, the space was dimly lit, the sound of rain pattering against stone.

Y/N wrung out her sleeves with a sigh. “Well. This is not how I thought today was going to go.”

Brant ran a hand through his wet hair, smirking. “An unpredictable twist! Exactly what makes a story memorable.”

She plopped down beside him, her legs stretched out. “Yeah, yeah. You and your dramatics.”

Brant huffed. “I am a professional, thank you.”

Y/N nudged his shoulder. “You are fun, though.”

Brant’s heart did another somersault. He cleared his throat. “Y/N, have you ever thought that maybe… someone has been trying to tell you something important, but you just haven’t noticed?”

Y/N thought for a moment, tapping her chin. “Like what?”

Brant stared at her for a long second before sighing. “By the stars, you really are oblivious.”

She gasped. “Hey!”

Brant gave her a look. “Y/N. I am the one who’s been trying to tell you something.”

Y/N blinked. “Wait. You mean—?”

Brant threw his hands up. “Yes, you! I’ve been in love with you for—who even knows how long? And everyone in the Troupe has been trying to get you to see it, but you just think I’m being friendly!”

There was a beat of silence.

Then, Y/N’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

Brant watched as realization dawned across her face. He braced himself for—well, anything. A laugh. A rejection. A sudden change of topic.

Instead, Y/N just smiled. Soft, warm, and—was that fondness in her expression?

She reached out, gently taking his hand.

“…You could have just told me, you know,” she murmured.

Brant squeezed her hand, grinning despite himself. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Outside, the rain began to clear, the sky opening up to reveal the first hints of sunlight.

And back at the hideout, the Troupe of Fools waited eagerly—completely unaware that their plan had finally worked.

As the rain finally subsided, the world around them seemed fresh and new. The earthy scent of wet stone and damp leaves filled the air, and little puddles reflected the brightening sky. Brant and Y/N strolled side by side, their steps unhurried as they made their way back to the Troupe’s hideout.

Brant, for his part, looked like the smuggest man alive. His grin was so big it was almost comical, stretching across his face like he’d just won the grandest prize imaginable.

Y/N stole a glance at him and arched an eyebrow. “You’re looking awfully pleased with yourself.”

Brant sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if deeply moved. “Can you blame me? The rain has passed, the world is aglow, and most importantly—” He turned to her, smirking. “—you’ve finally seen the light.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “You make it sound like I was ignoring you on purpose.”

Brant let out a laugh, tilting his head in exaggerated thought. “Well, let’s see—weeks of grand gestures, poetic monologues about the beauty of true connection, at least four occasions where I gazed longingly at you across a firelit stage… and you thought I was just being friendly.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face. “Okay, okay, I get it.”

Brant bumped his shoulder against hers, voice teasing but warm. “Don’t worry, darling, I do love a good slow burn romance.”

Y/N huffed, but a smile tugged at her lips. “I still can’t believe the crew set us up like that.”

Brant chuckled. “Oh, I can believe it. They’ve been on the brink of staging a full intervention.”

Y/N tilted her head in thought. “Should we tell them their plan worked?”

Brant's grin turned positively mischievous. “Oh, absolutely not. Let’s let them stew in their failure just a little longer.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You really are terrible.”

Brant threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in playfully. “And yet, you adore me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t move away.

By the time they reached the hideout, the Troupe of Fools was already assembled, looking very much like they hadn’t been impatiently waiting for them.

Andreas was the first to speak. “Finally! Took you two long enough!”

Dionysia, perched on a crate with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. “So? How’d the mission go?”

Brant, still sporting that infuriating grin, spread his arms in a dramatic flourish. “Ah, what a tale it was! A journey of unexpected peril, a fateful twist, a life-changing revelation…”

The crew leaned in.

Pero narrowed his eyes. “...Did you two actually talk about it?”

Y/N, playing along, blinked innocently. “Talk about what?”

The collective groan that followed was nothing short of legendary.

“Oh, come on!” Barton threw his hands up in frustration. “This was supposed to be foolproof!”

Mosi pointed accusingly. “We engineered that whole scenario for you two to finally figure it out!”

Riel dragged a hand down his face. “Please, for the love of all things theatrical, tell me we don’t have to try again.”

Brant hummed thoughtfully, as if considering it. “Hmm… well, I suppose we could use another rainy stroll—”

Roccia, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke. “...You’re messing with us.”

Brant shot her a wink. “Took you long enough.”

The silence that followed was brief before the Troupe erupted into loud protests.

“You insufferable showman!” Dionysia groaned, smacking a hand to her forehead.

Andreas looked between Brant and Y/N before sighing dramatically. “So what, you are together now?”

Brant shot Y/N a sidelong glance, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Well, that depends… Y/N, dearest, would you say we’re officially in a sweeping, passionate romance?”

Y/N smirked. “I’d say we’re getting there.”

The Troupe groaned again, but this time, it was laced with relieved laughter.

Barton muttered, “Unbelievable,” before elbowing Riel. “Pay up. I said it’d take them until after the mission. You said another two weeks.”

Riel, looking deeply betrayed, grumbled as he handed over a pouch of coins.

Brant chuckled, turning back to his crew with a flourish. “Well, my dear friends, I must say—your efforts were commendable. But I do believe Y/N and I have stolen the show.”

Y/N nudged him. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Brant smirked, pressing a hand to his chest. “I always enjoy a grand finale.”

And despite all their complaints, the crew couldn’t help but smile—because finally, finally, their star performer and his oblivious love had found their rhythm.

Even if they were still insufferable about it.

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There are barely any Brant fics 😔

If u want any scenarios with Brant and the reader, you can send me a request ♡

[thoughts-left-unspoke]

[lab-of-trash-prompts]

A classic "didn't know they were dating," but instead of them not kissing bc they're taking it slow, A's confession was kissing B, and B just said 'okay.'

A thought that meant they were dating. B thought that meant that they just kiss now. For funsies, like a couple of besties.

[4gifs]

[tanema123]

Someone did say they wanted Chaggie.

And I wanted cats. So, here you go 8P

[is-bakugou-alive-yet]

Deku he's talking about you.

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Rites: St Patrick's Day

It's a day celebrated by many people, especially Irish community. And in such a blessed festivities, several Irish-descent gained some kind of magical development blessed only on the time window of St. Patrick Day.

I've been hella distracted all day long, and it's all because of my roommate Patrick. He's always been a rather sporty guy from the get go, and I'm pretty much used to the fact that we're not necessarily that close as a roommate since we have totally different interest anyway. But, ever since he walked back in to the dorm after his shower this morning only rocking that towel, I simply couldn't take my eyes off him.

He's pale as fuck, yes, and not like that muscular or anything, but it's just super enchanting to see him glide around our dorm and dress himself up for the day. Since we have separate bedroom and only connected by this study-common section, we have our privacy and moments to ourselves rather easily. He decided to be a bit loud with all the oohs and aahs as he probably checked himself out. I was sure I heard him say something about his "slightly tanned skin" or "veinous muscular arms that make people feral" or even "my fat and girthy uncut cock" but well.....I think I would be a bit proud too over my body development if I have a studly physique like his

I remembered some of our final convo before we left for our respective schedule as he exited his bedroom and ready to leave earlier than me

"Clean the bathroom before you leave for your class, okay?"

"Can you take care of my laundry first? You don't have class till 2 PM, right? You can sniff it if you want HAHAH! Nevermind, just do my laundry, okay?"

"Come and watch me play with my buds after your class, okay? We'll play in the outdoor field, then we can head back to the dorm together, sounds nice, right?"

And I simply said yes to all of that. On top of that, even when he left, the obsession remain for me. I bet I spent most of my day daydreaming about him rather than putting on any substantial work whatsoever to my classes.

I found myself scrolling through IG and rewatching his stories upload about his workout session before I eventually dashed to the basketball court to watch him play as my classes wrapped for the day.

I followed all Patrick's movement on the court and practically ignored the other players, it's like as if he's my world and I need to focus all my attention to him. Eventually, when the sweating, post-basketball-reek Patrick brought me to his car, he simply put me in my place as he said

"Now be a good faggot and start huffing. This is the shit that keeps you going, this gives you satisfaction when you can prove that you served me well, right?"

And just like that, I accepted that as my truth

[quoth-the-crow-nevermore]

“this is painful to watch,” paimon blurted out, watching you and neuvillette awkwardly try to flirt with each other. “it is,” the traveler agrees, shaking their head in disappointment. furina rolls her eyes and huffs, putting her chin on her hand, looking at the two of you in annoyance. “i’ve been trying to get them together for a month now! they still haven’t realized their love is reciprocated!” furina groans, lamenting all her hard work gone to waste.

“maybe we should just tell them up front?” the traveler suggests, only to receive a laugh from furina and a smack from paimon. the traveler glares at them, “well, do you two have a better idea?” furina’s laughter dies down and paimon stuffs her face with more cake. a long silence fills the air as the trio resume looking over to you and neuvillette.

paimon breaks the silence, “…maybe we should just tell them…” the traveler rolls their eyes, leaning back in their chair in contempt. furina clicks her tongue. “tsk, that’s so unromantic though!” she proclaims as though it should be obvious. “well do you have any better ideas?” the traveler arches a brow at furina. she’s silent for a few minutes, seemingly deep in thought. furina sighs, “no i don’t,” she admits, “but i want to be the one to do it!”

paimon jolts and gives furina a look. “no paimon wants to do it!” she whines, stomping her foot. immediately the two argue over who gets to break the news to you and neuvillette. shaking their head the traveler silently gets up and walks over to you two. as they get closer they can hear the two of you stumbling over your words. rolling their eyes, they come to a stop in front of you and neuvillette and clear their throat. at the noise the two of you immediately cease your babbling, faces warm. you look to the traveler, who looks very unimpressed. “…you two do realize you like each other right?”

silence.

a pin drops. your eyes shoot towards neuvillette’s. his face is red and you can feel your own heat up considerably. you shift on your feet. “…so…you like me?” you say, trying (and failing) to come off as unaffected. neuvillette clears his throat, “i do. …you ‘like’ me as well?” you shrug, looking away. “i’ve been trying to tell you i love you for months,” you mutter, rocking on your feet anxiously. neuvillette startles, face burning. “i hadn't-i hadn’t realized, my apologies. i have been trying to court you for a while now, too,” he confesses, grip tightening on his cane. your eyes dart back to his. “i didn’t know either…” you trail off, feeling foolish and dense.

neuvillette clears his throat again. “perhaps we should discuss this over dinner?” he suggests. you crack a smile, “of course; my treat.” neuvillette tries to protest but you just grab his hand and drag him along. walking back to the table where furina and paimon sit dumbfounded, the traveler smirks feeling vindicated. they sit down, ignoring paimon’s whining. they grab another slice of cake and look over to furina. she sits in deep in thought, before snapping her fingers. “alright! now that that’s done, i’m going to spread the news…” she trails off, getting out of her seat and walking towards the steambird hq. the traveler only shakes their head and continues eating, silently wishing you and neuvillette luck.

[ittgirl23]

Don’t just give me Jegulus with unrequited feelings.

Give me Jegulus who spent time together, who lived in each others orbit and loved each other. Who knew each other like no one else, but are too stupid to know that the other person has feelings for them. Give me them so in love and so oblivious.

Then give me a falling out. Give me separation, for years, but James still keeps pictures of Regulus in his house and talks to his star and Regulus looks for James in every boy he brings home from the bar. Give me them utterly enamoured with each other but disguising it as hate. Then give me a reunion with forced proximity. Give me a will-they won’t-they for months, as the slowly become closer, back in each others orbit once again.

Then let them break under the weight of it all. Let them be together and love one another and realize that they wasted so much time. It’s bittersweet and heartbreaking because they lost so much because they couldn’t admit their feelings sooner, but they’re here now and they have so much time ahead of them. Give me that.

[lady-pe4nut]

Makes you wanna kick a fat kid at K mart. They edged us so much 😭

[sunkissed-poet]

thinking of high school sweetheart!kirishima who can’t help but stare when you giggle with your friends.

a/n || fem! reader, no war au, two oblivious idiots in love with each other,

high school sweetheart!kirishima when others make you laugh instead of him. dammit. he wish he was the one making you smile. but for now, as your classmate, he wants to respect your boundaries as he watches you from afar. you snap him out of his daydreaming by greeting him with a nonchalant and effortlessly cheeky grin. “eijirou, whatcha thinking about? hmm?” you say, poking his cheek. the sudden touch made blood rush to his face. “you, pretty girl,” he laughs. he then freezes. an uncomfortable sensation washes over him as he realizes he said what he was thinking. he slowly turned to you, watching your smile drop. “eh?” you say with a confuse look, leaning on his desk. he mumbled a few sorries, but before he could say anything else, mina dragged you away.

high school sweetheart!kirishima when your attentions shift to others. “y/n! we have training with aizawa sensei! did you seriously forget? you usually remember,” mina smirks. before dragging you away she froze, looking at kirishima’s reddended expression and then at you. you couldn’t help but contain your smile. “WHAT?! he confessed to you already? it’s just like what you were daydreaming earl-” kirishima’s tensed body relaxed as he smirked. around you, he was soft. he felt secure, and stable. in a world where he had to constantly fight against villains, you were his comfort. and sure, he felt ashamed of it at times, and he would never admit it to himself. he likes you. no, he loves you. he loves your precious grin, your undeniable kindness, and loyalty to your friends. you were a sweet, genuine girl he could trust. you were someone he wanted to spend the rest of his days with. maybe he was stupid for thinking this. after all, he was just in high school. but if it wasn’t going to last, so be it. he had to take his chance.

high school sweetheart!kirishima when he gathers the courage to talk to you, his longtime crush.“y/n, can we talk?” mina paused as you started at kirishima, nodding your head sheepishly. you two were somewhat close, talking now and then. in your eyes, his bravery and strength was something to be admired. but more than that, you valued how he treated others. you didn’t feel left out. he made sure you were included, that you felt wanted. you were too scared to make a move, after all, what if he didn’t feel the same and it was just the delusions again?

high school sweetheart!kirishima who is scared of rejection, knowing he’ll always love you. you forgot kirishima was still waiting for your response, shaking your head. kirishima frowned, thinking you shook your head to his question. “ah, no! i didn’t mean it like that,” you rubbed your head nervously. by this time, mina had already sauntered off elsewhere, giving you two some much deserved privacy. there it was again. your subtle, yet adorable movements that made his heart pound. he led you outside of school grounds, leading your soft and delicate hands to a secluded area with a gingham blanket draped over a small patch of grass.

high school sweetheart!kirishima who awaits your response to his (indirect) confession.“y/n, do you trust me?” kirishima asked, the anxiety building up in his chest for years started to swell, just like in a classic rom-com movie you two would often watch together. “do you trust me?” he finally asked. you paused for a moment, racking your brain as you tried to find a proper response. “duh, why wouldn’t i?” you laughed. he turned his head to you as you settled your gaze on the sunset, falling cherry blossoms obscuring your vision before you turned your head towards your (potential) lover. “no, really. i need to know y/n.” at this point, your hands were intertwined with his. you didn’t even realize. it just felt so… so natural. “y/n? how come you’re so quiet? am i saying something wrong, if so i’m really-”

high school sweetheart!kirishima who couldn’t be happier to call you his. “please stop talking, idiot.” your grinned, leaning in for a kiss. before you could, his lips met yours first. for once in his life, kirishima felt that he had a chance. maybe it wasn’t as grand as becoming a pro hero, but beautiful moments like these were something he would cherish forever. his slightly grown out red hair brushed against your collarbone. you leaned it for another kiss. “greedy, are we princess?” he laughed, matching your bright personality he adored so much. “shut up and kiss me. i’ve been waiting so long for this moment…” you playfully nudge him on the shoulder. “why wouldn’t i? sweetheart.”

note: this is def a story you told your grandkids! >_<