#once they asked and I explained myself we continued to get along I thought it was sweet and they clearly were looking up to me

[rafesangelita]

hi victoria!! you're my favorite writer. i just failed a test and i feel really bad about it 😿😿 i was wondering if you could do a rafe comforting kook!sweetheart that she failed a test? thank youu ����🤍

warnings: bsf!rafe, reader fails her driving test (she’s me), comfort, fluff, slight humor, pet names

a/n: decided to make this a semi continuation of this fic lol. i’m not sure what kind of test you failed anon but don’t beat yourself up over it! we’re all human and it happens to the best of us :( thank you for reading and appreciating my works <3

“so what do you think?” your hands were on your hips, your hair falling cutely in your face as you beamed up at rafe. you had just explained to him why you wanted to get your driver’s license, saying; ‘what if i want to go shopping or something while you’re working with your dad? i could take myself to the mall.’ you had looked so excited, so without discouraging you, rafe went along with the whole thing.

“you know what? that’s a great idea, babe. do you know how to set up the appointment?” you nodded frantically, following him into his bedroom. “yeah, i go in tomorrow!” thankfully you were behind the poor man so you couldn’t see his eyes widen with worry. “tomorrow?!” he watched the way your smile faltered at his tone. rafe made a quick recovery, pulling you in for a hug as he cheered you on.

“you’re gonna kill it.. literally.” you pulled away, muttering a ‘what was that?’ before you forgot about the subject and started rambling on and on about what outfit you should wear to the dmv. after convincing you that heels wouldn’t be the best shoe to wear for your test, rafe found himself waiting in the office with you the next morning. “does my makeup look okay?” you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“yes, you look perfect-” just then, an older man with glasses and a clipboard called out your name. “well, that’s me..” you got up, rafe squeezing your hand before he watched you go outside with the test proctor. he waited patiently, his eyes fixed on the tv screen in the corner of of the waiting room. not even ten minutes later, you had walked back in, a mortified expression on your face.

“what’s wrong? you forget something?” you shook your head, your eyebrows drawn together as you approached him with a pout. “no. can we just leave, please?” rafe got up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before the test proctor came back. “you’ll be driving that one around for a while.” he laughed to himself, making his way to the back. that wasn’t good…

“what happened?” rafe asked once you two were back in his truck. “the test starts with parallel parking.” at your words, rafe refrained from laughing. “oh..” he nodded, “i’m assuming he stopped the test right then and there?” you stayed silent for a moment. “yes.” rafe took a deep breath before facing you. “don’t even worry about it, baby. that just means we need to practice more.” he reassured you.

“rafe it was so bad. when he asked me to start, i just thought about last time when i couldn’t even park in one slot..” rafe couldn’t help himself anymore, a laugh bubbling from his throat. “s’not funny!” you elbowed him playfully. “alright, alright, i’m sorry.” he apologized. “how about we grab some breakfast? it’ll make you feel better.” he leaned in, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“okay..” you agreed, “you know what else would make me feel better?” rafe hummed, starting up the engine. “three orgasms and a shopping spree.”

[coldfanbou]

I'm a...

Here we are with the Viviz fic. We have a threesome with something special involved for Eunha.

Eunha X Mreader X SinB X Umji

Length 2.5K

Previous part

Wondering why Eunha had let you have sex with SinB and practically threw you at Umji, you needed to talk to her. You woke up on Saturday thinking about that, and as you looked to the other side of the bed, Eunha was gone. The sizzling sounds from the kitchen told you where she was. You got out of bed, put on your slippers, and headed toward the kitchen. You spotted her moving back and forth from the fridge to the stove, occasionally flicking through the cookbook on her tablet. “We need to talk Eunha.” The small woman spins on her heel, her apron swinging along with her.

“What do you need?” She says, leaning forward and sticking her tongue out. “Don’t tell me you want to do something before breakfast.”

“Why did you have me have sex with SinB and Umji?” You say bluntly. 

“Well, SinB wanted to thank you, and Umji was our tiebreaker.” She replies blankly.

“Okay, I get that, but why did you let them?” You ask, reiterating your question.

Eunha’s face turns bright red, and her hands rush to her cheeks as she turns around. “I don’t want to say it’s embarrassing,” she says.

“What can be so embarrassing about it?”

“Well…” Eunha began as she spun a tale that explained why she let SinB and Umji have sex with you. “A while ago, I was coming home late from work, right? When I got to our bedroom, I saw you watching one of our old videos.” The video Eunha was referencing was one of your sex tapes. “I was watching you…uh, jerk off to the video.” She said shyly. Eunha fiddled with the stove, turning the heat off as she tried to think about how to continue. “I liked watching you and got turned on…I fingered myself. I thought about what it might be like to watch you fuck someone, and it made me horny.” Eunha says, looking at the ground with her fingers pressing against each other as embarrassment fills her body. Her eyes shoot up toward you as she realizes what she’s said, “But I didn’t want you to have sex with any stranger, so I asked SinB and Umji to do it!” Eunha blurts out. “I thought it was hot,” Eunha follows in a whisper. “I, uh, guess you could say I’m a cuckquean,” She says with a shy smile. “And I may have pushed SinB to have sex with you.

You sigh and rub your forehead, “And why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I thought that you would say no.”

“So you forced them on me?”

“Yes,” Eunha says sheepishly. 

You take a deep breath and pat Eunha’s head. “Listen, I have a lot of questions, but next time you have some fantasy like this, just tell me.” You raise your hand off Eunha’s head, turning it into a fist before softly smacking her head. “You’re so dumb sometimes, Eunha.” 

“Does this mean you’ll fuck them again?”

“You were too quick to ask that question. Let’s have breakfast,” you say, wanting to move past the conversation. From the corner of your eye, you spot Eunha pouting. We’ll finish this talk after.” Your breakfast goes by fast, with Eunha giving you puppy eyes the entire time. 

Once you’re done, she opens her mouth, ready to bring the subject back up. “I know it’s weird, but I like to watch.”

“So does this mean I’ll never get to touch you again?”

“What if I let myself be free use for you? Would you fuck SinB and Umji again?” 

“That’s not an answer to my question, Eunha.” 

She pouts again, her cheeks filling with air. It made her cute, but you couldn’t let that distract you. “I still want to have sex with you. It feels like I’m in trouble.”

“I just want to clear things up.” 

After a lengthy discussion about limits and boundaries, Eunha stuck out her hand. “Let’s shake on it.” She said with the biggest grin on her face. You shake your head and smile. Eunha’s silliness has always been charming to you. You shake her hand and watch Eunha do a little dance out of sheer excitement. “I have the best thing planned for you. I have to make a few calls.”

She runs off to your bedroom, throwing her apron on the floor as she shuts the door. You let out a deep breath and drop the dishes in the sink, washing them as a way to relax. The day goes by calmly, with both of you relaxing at home.

A knock on the door interrupts a movie you’re watching with Eunha; as you head to answer it, Eunha grows a sly smile. At the door were Umji and SinB. You look back to Eunha, who plays dumb and looks at the ceiling. “Alright, come on in,” you say before making your way to the couch. “Eunha, what did you do?”

“I did nothing wrong.” Eunha stoutly replies

“You called them to have sex, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Eunha says, meekly accepting your way out for her. She grabs your arm, pulling on it to get you to stand up. “I want to watch! Come on, let's get to the bedroom.” You go along with it for her sake. Stripping off your clothing, you toss yourself onto the bed. Umji and SinB seemed shocked at your willingness and look at each other. Eunha walks into the room, pulling a chair along with her and placing it in the corner. As she pulls down her shorts, she looks at her friends. “What are you two waiting for? I want the show to start.” Eunha sits in her chair, her hand diving into her folds as she waits. 

Umji is the first to make a move. She grabs the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head. Her lack of bra was apparent as her modest tits bounced freely. She crawled onto the bed slowly, leaving her skirt on. She placed her head on your thigh, warm body rubbing against your leg as she reached up and wrapped her delicate hand around your shaft. It glided up and down the length of your soft cock. Umji met your eyes once before focusing on the appendage before her. She positioned herself over it, spitting on the head and using her hand to cover your cock in her saliva. You groan weakly as your cock grows hard in her hands. Her hand moves quickly across your slick cock, and Umji’s grip gets a little tighter. 

SinB watches Umji take control of the situation and turns her head to see Eunha absolutely entranced by the sight, her friend's fingers moving in small circles around her clit as she pulls on one of her nipples. Looking back at you and Umji, SinB pulls her sweater over her head, drops it to the floor, and follows that with her shirt and pants. After stripping off her underwear, SinB climbs on the bed, glancing at Eunha over her shoulder before getting right next to you. Gently placing her hand on your cheek, SinB turns your head toward her, “I’m only doing this for Eunha,” She whispers to you. It seemed like she wasn’t being completely honest, but that would be the subject of another time. SinB presses her lips against yours and lets go of your cheek. She moves the arm under her and places your hand on her ass. You squeeze the soft piece of flesh, making SinB moan into the kiss. Your squeeze becomes rougher as you feel a pair of lips on your cock. 

Umji had gotten hungry stroking your cock. She kissed the tip and slowly spread her lips, allowing you inside the warm and wet cavern that was her mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly around the tip, and Umji audibly moaned as she savored the taste of your cock. She bobbed her head slowly, dragging her plump lips along your shaft as she stuffed herself. Eunha watched, her fingers moving quickly as she saw Umji and SinB submit to you. Eunha’s light moans momentarily attract the attention of the three of you. Her thighs glisten from her nectar as she rubs them together. As you focus on each other again, you slap SinB’s ass, making her break the kiss with a yelp. “Help Umji out,” You command. SinB nods and moves down to your cock where Umji backs off, letting the other woman share in the delight. Their lips meet with your cock sitting in the middle. The sensation sends shivers down your spine as you feel their lips move around your cock. You place your hands on their heads, guiding them along your shaft. 

You began to want more; you pulled their hair, moving the women away from your cock. You tear Umji’s skirt off her before placing SinB on top; both women face Eunha. Eunha pressed her thighs together as she met their eyes but continued to finger herself, her face flush. You got behind the pair of women, aligning your cock with Umji’s cunt first. You grabbed her hips and pulled her onto your cock without warning. You both filled the room with a great moan. Umji’s walls wrap tightly around you, practically pulling you deeper into the young woman. Umji’s feels your hard cock kiss the tip of her womb, and her arms give out, sending her face into the bed. She arches her back and pushes her ass into your pelvis. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy,” She moaned. You begin thrusting into the small woman’s tight cunt, listening to her moan your name. 

You move your attention onto SinB, noticing her wet thighs. You move your fingers along her slit. She shivers and looks over her shoulder; as you meet your eyes, you push your fingers inside her cunt. You press against her walls, rubbing them as you move in and out. SinB whines, the pleasure hitting her hard. The two women’s moan mix as Eunha watches you fuck the two of them. 

Eunha was nearing her climax; her fingers pistoned in and out of her. She sat back roughly, squeezing her tits, her head rolling back as she moaned. SinB and Umji were turned on watching Eunha. You could feel their walls tighten around you whenever they looked at your girlfriend. 

Approaching your first orgasm, you pulled your fingers out of SinB. You held onto Umji’s waist, her soft flesh moving between your fingers as you squeezed it. You sped up your thrusts, slamming your cock into Umji’s cunt without care. The young woman’s moans became ragged, “Oh god, fuck me!” Umji looked up, meeting Eunha’s eyes. “Thank you, Eunha!” Umji cried out as she came. Her walls squeezed your cock tightly as she backed her ass into you. Burying your cock in Umji, you paint her womb white, flooding it with your cum. Umji shuts her eyes and lays her head on the bed. “I’m so warm,” She mumbles. You feel her walls gripping you tightly, fighting you as you pull out. Cum drips from Umji’s cunt onto the bed below. She collapses onto the bed after. 

Rolling Umji out from under SinB to give you more space, you lay SinB on her back. You come face to face with her, with Eunha watching on. As you glance at your girlfriend, you see her breathing heavily, her hands coated in nectar. You kiss SinB’s chest, planting more of them as you move from breast to breast and then up her neck. “Just fuck me already,” She whines. You align yourself with her cunt, prodding SinB’s entrance. “Don’t make me beg. Not in front of her.” You plant your lips on SinB’s as you drive your cock into her pussy. You break the kiss as her moan comes in and let Eunha listen to her long-time friend’s cries of pleasure. You feel SinB’s legs wrap around your waist. You grab her hands, holding them by her head as you begin thrusting. You kiss her neck, listening to SinB moan your name as you drive her crazy. “Why are you so big?” She mutters.

“Why don’t you thank Eunha?” You groan, “She knows you like it.”

“Shut-ahh,” SinB’s words are cut short as you deliver a powerful thrust, forcing her body to take every inch. You lean down, taking one of her nipples into your mouth and gently biting it. SinB’s gasp turns into a moan as you pull back on it. You continue your thrusts, watching as SinB gets closer to her climax. 

“Where are you going to want it?” You moan into her ear. Only moans come from her mouth.

You repeat the question, this time earning yourself an answer. “Inside, do it inside.” She said. SinB almost sounded like she was begging for it. You continue to thrust, feeling your orgasm coming. With each thrust, you could feel Sinb’s walls rubbing your cock, covering it in her nectar. 

“I’m cumming,” You groan as you bury yourself inside SinB. She feels your warm cum pour into her. Her walls clamp down on your cock, milking you for more cum. You fill SinB’s cunt before pulling out, leaving her like Umji, tired and full of cum. You sit back at the head of the bed and beckon Eunha. Eunha stands from her seat, her lower half drenched in her nectar. Crawling past her friends, Eunha stares into your eyes. 

She comes to a stop at your cock, pressing her lips against the cum covered tip and swallowing your cock as she makes her way to the base. Eunha’s tongue slowly swirls around your cock, cleaning it. Eunha drags her tongue along the underside of your cock as she pulls away. “I can taste SinB and Umji on your cock,” She says before kissing the tip. “My turn now.”

Eunha straddles you, aligning her slit with your cock and lowering herself onto you. The familiar sensation feels nice. Eunha’s pussy holds you snuggly as she takes inch after inch. “I hope you know I’m sensitive. I’m not going to last long.”

“So am I. Watching you fuck them was so exciting. Thanks, Honey.” Eunha gives you a soft kiss as she begins to ride you. She softly bounces on your cock, taking every inch with ease but refusing to let a single one go. You hold her close, enjoying the feeling of your cock rubbing against her walls. You give one of her tits a squeeze, feeling the soft flesh jiggle as she bounces on your cock. You focus on each other, giving each other soft kisses as you enjoy each other's bodies. You can feel a tightness in your core as you near your third climax. Eunha pushes you onto your back, giving herself more space to work with. Each bounce from Eunha feels heavenly as her pussy swallows the entirety of your cock each time. You hold her waist, guiding her slightly. “Honey, I want you to cum inside me. Cum in pussy.” 

“I’m going to cum.” You groan. Eunha’s walls tighten around you, sending you over the edge and forcing you to cum. Feeling your semen shoot into her, Eunha drops her weight on your cock, impaling herself on you and letting your cum fill her. 

Eunha rests her head on your chest as your bodies begin to relax. “Can we do this again?”

“Not for a while.”

“That’s fine. As long as we do it again in the future.”

[arixella]

Unspoken Words

╰┈➤ pairing: Shanks x female! reader

a/n: send request if you have any <3

summary: After a long and unexpected reunion with Shanks, the two of you share a quiet, intimate moment on the deck of the Red-Haired Pirates' ship, where Shanks finally confesses that, despite all the years and distance, he’s never stopped loving you.

wc: 900

contains: fluff, tiny angst

The sun had begun its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as the sea lapped gently against the hull of the Red-Haired Pirates' ship. The sounds of the crew bustled in the background, but up on the deck, away from the ruckus, the air felt still, like the world had paused just for you two.

You hadn't expected to be here—on this ship, with him.

It had been years. Years of wondering, waiting, and hoping that one day you’d see him again. Shanks. The man who had left without a word, disappearing into the vast world, only to reappear like a distant memory brought to life. You had kept the promise you'd made to yourself: to move on. Life had taken you down its own winding roads, yet deep down, a part of you had always carried him with you.

Now, you stood beside him once more. Your heart ached with emotions you couldn’t quite sort out. His fiery red hair caught the light of the fading sun, and that trademark grin played across his lips, but there was something in his eyes—something softer—that made you wonder just how much time had really passed.

"You’re quieter than I remember," Shanks chuckled, turning his gaze toward you.

You blinked, breaking from your thoughts. "I guess I’m still processing this whole... reunion."

He tilted his head, eyes sparkling with mischief, but there was a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath. "I didn't expect you to be speechless. Was I that bad of a captain to make you nervous?"

The teasing tone didn’t reach his eyes, though. His grin faltered for a brief second, and you noticed the subtle way his fingers tightened around the railing. He’d always worn that easygoing facade, but the longer you looked at him, the more it became clear—there was something on his mind. Something he hadn't told you all these years.

You took a small step closer, letting the warm evening breeze sweep through your hair. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

Shanks laughed softly, a sound you had missed so much. "I know," he admitted. "But... it’s been so long, I wasn’t sure where to start."

You gave him a small, wry smile, your gaze steady on him. "Start with the most important part," you said quietly. "Why did you leave without a word? We didn’t even get a proper goodbye."

His expression shifted, and for a moment, he was silent. He turned his gaze to the horizon, the fiery orange sun reflecting in his eyes. “I wanted to come back. God, I wanted to. But... I didn’t think it was right. I thought you’d be better off without me, that I’d just get in the way of your future."

You were silent, processing his words. “So you left because you thought it was for the best?” you asked, your voice a mix of frustration and sadness.

Shanks nodded, his shoulders tense. "I’ve always been a man who lives in the moment. But I’ve never been good at thinking ahead. Back then, I couldn’t offer you anything solid. I didn’t want to drag you along with my reckless lifestyle... And I hated the idea of you waiting for me, wasting your life on someone who couldn’t promise you anything."

The weight of his words hung between you, but as you watched him—this man who had always been larger than life, full of energy and joy—you saw something that you hadn’t expected: regret.

"I spent all these years thinking about you," he continued, his voice softer now, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. "Wondering if you hated me, or if you had moved on with someone else. I tried to convince myself that it was better this way. But it’s been... hard. Every damn day, harder than the last."

Your heart clenched as you took a step forward, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm. "Shanks, you don't have to apologize. You did what you thought was best... but I wish you’d known I would've waited for you."

He turned to face you then, his gaze locking onto yours. The playful spark was gone, replaced by an intensity that made your breath hitch. "I didn’t know," he murmured, his voice low. "But I do now."

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the sea and the faint creak of the ship’s wooden planks. Shanks shifted, closing the distance between you, and before you knew it, his hand gently cupped your face. His thumb brushed over your cheek, a simple touch, but it sent a jolt of warmth through your chest.

“You’ve always been a part of me, Y/N,” Shanks whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “Even when I was a thousand miles away, I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped loving you.”

The words hung in the air, as if they were both a confession and a release. A truth he’d kept hidden for far too long. You stared at him, your heart racing, and a bittersweet smile curled on your lips.

"I don’t know what to say," you murmured, your voice trembling slightly.

"You don’t have to say anything," he replied, his grin returning but this time it held a tenderness that hadn’t been there before. "I just wanted you to know... I never stopped loving you."

Your heart swelled, and without another thought, you leaned in, closing the gap between you. His lips were warm and gentle against yours, like a long-awaited reunion, and for a moment, the world melted away. The past, the years of separation, the pain—it all faded into the background as you kissed him, letting the emotions that had been hidden for so long wash over you both.

When you pulled back, breathless and with your forehead resting against his, you whispered, “I missed you, Shanks.”

He grinned, his eyes still soft but filled with that familiar spark. "I’m not going anywhere this time."

And for the first time in years, you believed him.

The sun dipped below the horizon, but the warmth between you both remained—quiet, unspoken, and enough to carry you both through whatever the future held.

♡♡♡

© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: The Human and the Wolf Chapter Three

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Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)

Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.

Rating: Eventually explicit.

Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.

Chapter Three - Wait, didn't you ask Bella to the prom yesterday?

Saturday morning came quick, I woke up early in the morning and drove myself to La Push. The journey was peaceful, I always enjoyed driving through the nature of La Push. The sun was slowly beginning to peak the horizon as I drove onto Billy Black's land. 

I left my car and walked into the house, I could see both Billy and Jacob were in the kitchen, they beamed happily when they saw me. 

"Just in time for breakfast" Billy spoke first. I had timed it right, I loved Billy's cooking more than anything. I joined Jacob at the table and we all ate Billy's amazing breakfast. It was a good idea we packed in as many calories as possible for the day Jacob and I had planned.

"You ready for our hike?" Jacob asked as he shoveled the food into his mouth

"Think I was more ready for Billy's cooking" I answered as I ate my own food, less messy than Jacob. Billy chuckles heartilly at my comment. 

Once all the food had been eaten and I helped Billy wash up Jacob and I left the house. 

"Let's hit the trail! It's gonna be a great day!" Jacob grinned, he had his long hair in a loose ponytail so it wouldn't get in his way. I walked behind him on the trail, letting him lead us through the woods. About an hour into our hike we were up high, I could see the sun shining through the trees, though it was still cold. The January air was crisp but it went along with the hike perfectly, getting overhot on a hike was the worst. 

I hadn't spoken in a few minutes, letting Jacob take lead of the conversation, though I had stopped paying attention a little while ago my mind trailing elsewhere. 

"Something on your mind?" 

Jacob asks me, I shake myself from my thoughts and smile to him as we slow down our walk, now walking besides each other. 

"Do you know Paul Lahote?" I blurt out. Feeling myself blush as I did. Jacob pauses slightly, probably confused as to how I knew Paul, and why I was asking about him. He nods slowly, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution. 

"Paul Lahote? Yeah, I know him. Why do you ask?"

"Oh nothing, I met him the other day, that's all" I answer truthfully, though I wouldn't tell Jacob about my tiny silly crush on him. 

Jacob quirks an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He studies me for a moment, as if he was trying to understand why I would ask about Paul. 

"How'd that happen? I mean, he's not really the friendliest guy around" 

"Oh.." I say quietly "He was pretty nice to me, I bumped into him...literally"

"Paul was nice to you? Seriously? That's unexpected. He can be a bit of an arse at school" Jacob explained. 

"Oh..weird" I say as I step over a log as we continue the trail. Jacob follows close behind me. We hiked until it started getting a little darker. 

Once it did get darker we hiked back down to Jacob's house, Billy smiled widely when he saw us. I think he really liked it when Charlie Swan's daughters hung around Jacob, I think he secretly wanted one of us to get with Jacob..The thought made me giggle, but Jacob only had eyes for Bella. Too bad she didn't feel the same. 

"Hey, you two. Have a good hike?"

"Really good! I better get going, dad doesn't like when I'm out past dark" I explain a little sad, I had a really good day, I didn't want it to end. Jacob nods, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, obviously feeling the same as I was. 

"No worries, be safe driving back, alright?" Jacob answers. 

"Bye!" I say hugging them both and leaving. I hop into my car and begin driving home. The drive was peaceful, just like my drive here this morning, except this time I had the night sky and stars beaming down as I drove. A perfect end to a brilliant day. 

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Edward Cullen came back from his disappearing act on Monday. And then Bella had Biology with him, and after that she couldn't stop talking about him. 

I rolled my eyes again as she told me another thing about him as we walked through the halls to our next class. I nodded and hummed occasionally so it looked like I was listening. We finally parted in the halls and I walked to the Chemistry lesson, I took my seat next to Alice Cullen. She smiled warmly at me, but it made me feel uneasy. We had only shared this class twice so far, and each time she tried to chat to me, I was polite back, but overall she made me feel on edge. I couldn't put my finger on why. 

"Hi!" She chimed cheerfully "How's it going?"

"Good, thanks Alice" I smiled and started taking my books out of my bag. As the class went on, my mind trailed, thinking back to Paul. I was starting to get annoyed at my brain, I had met the boy for five minutes, I should be over it by now, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was so cute... 

Once class was over I walked through the halls, Jessica, Mike and Eric caught up with me and we walked out into the car park now that class was over. 

"Have a good weekend?" Mike asked me.

"I did, I went on a hike with my friend Jake" I answered, a happy smile on my lips thinking back to my weekend. 

Suddenly I heard tires screeching across the icy road, I looked to see where it was coming, feeling fear course through me. I could see Tyler's van speen into the car park, heading towards...Bella. My heart froze as I begin weaving through people to get closer, there were too many people, I heard a loud bang it made me feel numb. 

I pushed through people faster until I finally got to Bella's truck, scared that I'd see my sister lying on the floor dead, covered in blood, the thoughts made me feel sick. But when I got to her and I could see her, she was leaning against her truck, a small gap between her and Tyler's van. She was unharmed. 

"Bella!" I called climbing over the hood of Tyler's van to get to her, I wrapped my arms around her. 

"I'm okay" She says to me quickly "I'm fine, Edward saved me" 

I cocked my head a little confused, but then saw Edward walking away from the scene. Weird, if he had saved Bella, wouldn't he stay with her? I rode with Bella to the hospital, refusing to leave her side. I was stood by her as she was examined by a nurse. 

And then our dad walked into the room, he rushed to us calling both our names. 

"What the hell happened?" He asked, a panicked look over his face. 

"A truck came towards Bella, nothing happened to me, I wasn't anywhere near her" I answered, feeling a little bit more relaxed when my dad wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He yelled at Tyler a little and squeezed my shoulder, he was definitely keeping calm when he really wanted to yell more. 

Dr Cullen comes into the room and checks Bella over, he smiles at me and I feel the same unease I feel for all the Cullens I had met thus far. Once he was done with Bella to turned to me. 

"And how are you feeling Miss Swan?" 

"Oh, I wasn't in the accident" I answer quietly. 

"Yes, but it must of been quite the shock for you" 

"I guess so..." 

"It's natural to feel shaken after witnessing something like that, even second-hand anxiety can be quite intense" He explains. 

"I feel fine" I answer, probably a little too bluntly. 

Once we were allowed to leave I followed my dad as he needed to fill paperwork out, whilst Bella went to talk to Edward. I rolled my eyes a little. 

"Bella really does attract accidents" I say to my dad when we were out of ear shot to Bella. He lets out a gruff laugh, his worry obviously slightly lifted by my joke.

"That's for sure. She's a magnet for trouble. It's like she's got a secret curse or something"

"Glad I don't have it" I smirk. He chuckles, giving me a sideway glance as we walk. 

"Yeah, lucky you. You seem to have escaped your sister's tendency for chaos"

I smiled at that. The next few days were pretty normal, thankfully. Bella was annoyed at Edward for some reason, she wouldn't tell me why. I didn't care enough to push on it, I was mostly happy she wasn't talking to him at the moment. And time went on, Bella didn't talk about Edward for over a month. It was bliss. I felt bad, because I knew she liked him, but something was off with him. 

I walk into my history class and sit by Mike, giving him a friendly smile as I do so. 

"Hey, how's it going?" 

"Hey Mike" I smiled and we chatted a little whilst class started. 

"Hey, so do you have a date to prom?" He asks, I swear internally, I did not want to go to prom with Mike. I didn't know if I wanted to go with anyone...Well maybe...No...I hadn't seen Paul since that day. And I definitely didn't drive around La Push on many seperate days, because that would definitely be weird. 

"Prom? I hadn't even thought about it" I answer truthfully. 

"No prom date yet? That's surprising, I thought you would've had someone lined up by now, proms only round the corner!" He answers. 

"Not really, it's only March...Prom's in May" I answered a little snippy. 

"Yeah..well I was thinking we could go together?" He asks. 

"Oh...Mike, I'm sorry, but I think Jess really likes you...I couldn't do that to her" I answer, I felt really happy Bella had told me that Jess probably likes Mike, for this exact moment. 

"That's sweet of you I guess, not wanting to hurt her feelings"

"Yeah...wait, didn't you ask Bella to the prom yesterday?" I ask loud enough to make our teacher look at us a little annoyed, I muttered a small sorry. Mike's face falls, completely embarrassed. 

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[elfqueen006]

Trash

Tags: roommates, the 80s, alcohol mention, Joseph sucks a bit in this, unrequited love, canon divergent

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“Come on, baby, please?”

You hear Joseph’s voice in the living room as you throw on some clothes. You decide to listen in, curious. Who’s on the chopping block this time?

“Just… please send me some cash, I’ll take you out and we can have a sweet time tonight.” he said, speaking honey sweet words into the receiver. “I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say?”

You push your door open carefully so as not to make a sound, stepping out into the hallway.

“No- no, baby! Baby…” he pleaded profusely before his expression soured. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled, slamming the phone onto the hook. At the same time you shut the door and hurried out from the hallway.

“You called?”

Joseph pinched the bridge of his nose, “I said fucking bitch…”

“Oh, thought you said (Name).”

Joseph chuckles and his initial bad mood seems to be forgotten once he sees you’re carrying a wallet. “I was wondering where that was. Couldn’t find it in your jacket.” He nods to the aforementioned, hanging on the coat rack. When you moved in it had just been there. ‘Came with the room,’ your landlord said, but you thought better of that. You just assumed someone left it and brushed it off with a shrug; after all, who doesn’t like free stuff?

You raised a brow, “You went through my jacket?”

He smiles, “Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“Besides, you told me to help myself to whatever I wanted. Your food is mine, mine is yours, etcetera…” 

“I was referring to the kitchen and television, Joseph.”

You don’t even know why you were explaining that. He obviously knew, otherwise he wouldn’t be giving you that “yes I’m a bastard but don’t you wanna pinch my cheeks?” face.

“I only found sixty-two cents anyway.” he muttered.

“Did you keep it?”

“No, It wasn’t even enough for a pack of cigarettes.”

“The economy…” you said.

Joseph shrugged and flopped down on the couch, his massive weight pushing it back a bit. You wince when it hits the wall.

“Easy on the couch, you know shit here is cheap..” you said.

“So you should have no problem buying another one.” Joseph replied. He barely helped pay the rent enough as is, so why would he pitch in for the furniture? You supposed you couldn’t hold it against him though, his ex-girl over the phone was probably going to be half of this month’s rent.

He sees you throwing on your jacket and raises up slightly, “Where ya going?”

“To get a drink,” you said. The man’s eyes light up at that and he instantly hops off the couch.

“Oh, hang on! Lemme get my jacket too!”

“I’m only getting a pack of wine coolers.” you said, but Joseph was already coming back in his ratty corduroy.

“I’ll take a smidgen of anything with alcohol in it right now, let’s just go!” he then began to pull you along with him out the door.

You didn’t get wine coolers like you planned. After a lot of hassling from Joseph he convinced you to come to a small bar on the side of the wall of a building. One of the places he frequented most likely, as everyone knew him by name. The bartender regarded him with annoyance and mild amusement as he spouted some schmoozy words about his day and why he’d be late on his payment that day.

“Put it on my tab? Thanks.” Joseph said with a smile.

“Can I just have a coke?” you asked.

You heard Joseph scoff beside you, “Really? What happened to wine coolers?”

“The stuff from here is too pricey…”

“I literally come here because the shit here is cheap!” Joseph said.

“If it’s so cheap, why don’t you pay your tab on time?” The bartender said, pouring you a glass of coke.

“I just never have it when I need it!”

“When you need it, you’re spending it on booze.” You muttered into your cup.

Abruptly Joseph stood up, waving the two of you off. “Fuck the both of you…”

Sighing, you continue to nurse your drink. Then, deciding to look over the menu’s cheaper options, you decide it wouldn't be a big loss to spike your drink a bit. You hold out your cup to the bartender asking him for a shot of low quality liquor in your coke. 

Joseph is taking a while to come back from…wherever the hell he is. At first, you assumed he was going to the bathroom. You hoped he didn’t ditch you with the tab.

The bartender leaned down on the bar counter, getting eye level with you. “So, you with him?” he asked.

“Yeah but I’m not paying for his tab.” you replied simply.

“No, I mean like, is he your man?”

You scrunch your nose and you can’t tell if it’s because of the question or your drink’s sharp taste. You simply shook your head, looking elsewhere.

The bartender hums, “Do you like him?”

“Yeah… he’s nice.” A quick glance at the bartender told you he wasn’t impressed with your answer. He was clearly digging for more. Perhaps some gossip. And while that wasn’t your thing exactly, you found yourself confessing to something you didn’t think would come out of your mouth.

“I don’t date guys like Joseph.”

“What are guys like Joseph?”

“...”

Trash. Scheming, whorish, trash. Like many other bumpkins, Joseph came to the city with a dime and a dream. They often leave with nothing, get lucky, or scrape for the scraps the big dogs leave behind. He was a lost puppy that couldn’t be kept and wanted something different than what you could give him. When he didn’t want anymore he left without warning, and took to the streets.

He was cut from an imbalanced cloth; born with good looks, a big dick, and bad judgment.

But you liked him. It was hard not to, he was attractive. He was funny. And he was confident, even when he was wrong. You were pretty sure that your fascination went beyond just wanting to sleep with him. But you knew who he was and his type. He’d confessed to trying to steal from you for chrissakes.

You couldn’t say you knew the exact outcome for Joseph, seeing as he was fairly new to the city. And there were times you wanted to help him get to where he’s going. But you didn’t want to be that person who fell for a grifter, sweet talked into giving when you had enough until you had nothing. Even if there were a chance he’d want you, convince you to elope with him on a motorbike, heading to wherever the wind took you – what would you have to show for it when the man you’d rely on had no sense and not a penny to his name?

Love? 

“Well-”

“Guess who just got forty dollars easy, you bitches?” Joseph triumphantly boasted, slamming a couple of twenties with some change on the counter and sliding it towards the bartender. 

“How’d you come up with that so fast?” you asked.

Joseph smirked, “I have my ways.”

 In the next second, an older flushed man hastily pulled his pants up as he scrambled out of the bathroom; you gave an impressed nod.

“Lemme just…get that,” you swiped one of the twenties and pocketed it.

“Wh- hey! That could’ve covered half my tab!” Joseph protested.

“And now it’s covering half your rent,” you said, grinning at him.

Joseph sucked his teeth. “And here I was thinking you liked me for my smoldering personality.”

“Add on a bank account to that personality, and I might like you more than I do now.”

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i think i'll make a part 2 to this. I originally planned for there to be smut, but I'm burnt out lowkey. I got several different drafts on the backburner.

[aplaceinthedark]

chapter 5: WHEN the NIGHT'S DUE

Summary: The Appalachian Mountains hide numerous monsters, and it's up to Taylor and the Bad Omens to prevent them from causing any harm.

Word Count: 2.5k+

CW: Supernatural themes, mentions of witchcraft

This is RPF, and thus will contain real people, but names and events will be changed. If this bothers you too much, then please leave this temple without causing harm.

“I'll do it.”

I told Nick those words forty-eight hours after his proposal. He had looked up from his drawing tablet with wide green eyes, and he nearly let out his breath when I continued.

“On one condition.”

I learned his Practice. Despite not having his Gift, I had learned that I could be taught how to do certain things. I had done it once, maybe I could do it again.

“You casted that location spell because of my essence nestled in your soul,” Nick had explained. He had used his own soul to heal me, and I kept a hold of it until it could find its way back to Nick: when I used it to bring him back from the dead.

“But you could still teach me so I can help you with the hex books.” I had even fluttered my eyelashes at him.

Honestly, it hadn't taken much persuading to get him to yield. "After the Ritual, we’ll start,” he said, kissing me on the nose.

And that's how I found myself reading a translated hex book, lying on my stomach on a warm, dry rock.

The first day of May fortunately provided a steady warmth, though it didn't extend to this part of the woods. Thankfully the sun was out, warming the spot Jolly and I occupied. Over the months, I had learned to use Jolly's music as a way to focus, and now I could resist the alluring magic of it.

Where Folio had become the energetic younger brother and Noah had become the annoying middle child, Jolly was more my friend than the others. We could sit in companionable silence and be fine, as opposed to the other two haints. I just wish I could see him more often, since he was confined to the river that ran through the Holler.

The same Holler which would be the scene for tonight.

That thought crept up on me again, and I shook my head as if that could erase it. Nick was back at our home, preparing for tonight. Apparently, there were “things he had to prep,” which he wouldn't tell me about. Of course, he told Noah, which didn't help my uneasiness.

My anxiousness started to bubble in the pit of my stomach, so I closed my eyes and focused on Jolly again:

“I thought I wanted legacy; I thought I wanted fame. I didn't know I'd lose all my loved ones in exchange,” he sang quietly, barely audible over the strings of his guitar. “Left them all behind, and, yeah, for that I am ashamed, but that's the price I'm paying ‘til I'm buried in my grave.”

“When did you make that one?” I asked.

Jolly continued plucking at the strings. “This one was one of the first songs I made,” he said.

“You haven't played it before.”

“I play it a lot, lilla. You're just not around for it.”

I made a face at his back. He let out a throaty chuckle.

“Your entourage is back,” Jolly said suddenly.

I looked over my shoulder and along the riverbank to see Folio making his way through the shallows. The New Moon was over, so he wasn't confined to his Grim shape, but I could tell he was still suffering from what Noah liked to call “Dog Brain.”

“Up and at ‘em, Bunny,” Folio said, flashing his sharp teeth up at me. I rolled my eyes.

“Until next time, Jolly,” I said, gathering my things and stuffing them into my bag. Jolly hummed out a response.

“You could always provide tonight's mood music!” Folio joked, earning a glare from the two of us.

I unsteadily made my way down the rock until I was in Folio's reach. He suddenly wrapped his hands around my waist, picking me up and putting me down on ground level. His hands lingered, especially when he threw an arm around my shoulders as we walked into the forest.

“Uh, Fish?” I piped up.

“Hm?”

“You're being handsy,” I said.

He jerked away with a hastily mumbled apology. I heard him mumble something about “must be near the time of the month.”

Slowly we made our way back to the house, where Nick was waiting for us. Folio immediately beelined for the shower, and I almost made it to the dining room table before Nick intercepted me.

“Nicky–” I was cut off when he placed his lips along my neck. “Nick, Folio's here.”

“I don't care,” Nick muttered into my skin, kissing a path up to my jaw.

“You'll care when he gets whipped up into a frenzy. Remember the last time that happened?”

He sighed, pulling away. “I hate that you're right,” he said.

“You alright? You never jump on me like this,” I said.

His response was not what I expected. “Let's just… call the whole thing off. Maybe there's another way in the hex books–”

“Nicholas Ryan Ruffilo, this was your idea.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

Nick groaned. “I know, I know, but…” he trailed off, then sighed again. “I'm sorry. Working on the ritual for tonight has got me annoyed.”

“Anything I could do to help?" I asked.

“Nope, I'm done. The next steps are in Noah’s and your hands.”

I grimaced, and I was about to agree with him when Folio came out of the bathroom. “Guys, you're gonna undo what the cold shower did if you keep it up," he grumbled.

“Then I suppose you're not staying for dinner?” Nick asked.

“Did those words come out of my mouth? I'm sure those words didn't come out of my mouth.”

I don't know how we were able to have a normal supper despite the gravity of the night hanging over us, but we did. It was a little bit quieter, since Folio wasn't his usual chatty self. Not to mention Noah was missing.

Folio didn't stay long after that. “What's his problem? Did I miss something?” I asked.

“He's grouchy because he doesn't get a turn. His words, not mine," Nick said. I rolled my eyes.

With the sun setting, Nick started getting' everything ready. I watched him put several things in a bag, including candles and a thermos. “Is there something I'm supposed to do?" I asked.

“As much as I don't want to, I have to send you into the woods," Nick said. Seeing my worried face, he hurriedly continued. “Don't worry, Noah's got the path locked down. He'll meet you halfway and take you to the Grove.”

“And when we get there?” I asked.

“Take the candles and place them in a circle. The biggest one goes at the base of the big oak tree. You'll know which one it is when you see it," he said, his back to me as he opened the fridge. “That's the candle that gets lit last. You both drink the tea that's in there. That'll help with… the warmth."

“And then?”

“You know what happens next," he said. “As long as it… takes.”

“As long as it takes? What's that supposed to mean?” I asked incredulously.

“As long as it takes. Could be a few minutes, could be all night," he said. He turned around and placed a bunch of flowers on the table.

"Nick. I'm thirty. Not to mention crippled,” I said.

“I don't know, that's never stopped you before,” he said, weakly smiling at me. “Is the tattoo not helping?”

“It's fine,” I said. I sighed. “Do I have to wear something? Or can I just wear what I have on now?”

He eyed my borrowed Deftones shirt and jeans. "Honestly? That's fine. You just have to wear that.” He pointed to the flowers.

“I have to wear a bouquet?” I asked

“Listen, it's been a while since I made a flower crown. And my sister wasn't exactly the best teacher.”

Nick gently placed the flower crown on my head. It shifted downwards, one side more than the other. It pushed my bangs into my eyes, concealing Nick behind a curtain of blonde.

“Alright, that’s kinda cute.”

I pushed the crown up. “Alright, anything else?” I asked.

There was only a moment before Nick crowded me against the door, his full lips crashing onto mine. I met him with the same amount of fervor, forgetting what I had to do tonight. As I opened my mouth to him, he groaned and pulled away.

“If we continue, I won't be able to let you go out there,” he said. He turned and picked up the bag. “Guess that means it's time to go.”

Nick slipped his denim jacket onto me before we went outside. The warmth from earlier had vanished, probably even before the sun had set. The familiar background noise of the forest was comforting.

Nick led me down to where the weeds separated my lawn from the woods. He then pressed a flashlight into my hand and slipped the bag onto my shoulder.

“Just keep walking in a straight line until you see Noah,” he said. “And you know the rules.”

“Eyes straight, don't conversate,” I said our motto from memory.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He kissed my forehead. “Love you, Bun.”

“Love you, Nicky.”

“If he treats you bad, kick his ass,” he said.

I nodded and started walking. As soon as both feet were inside the forest, all sounds stopped. The urge to look back at Nick was strong, but the third rule was stronger. Don't look back.

I didn't know how long I had been walking. My phone was back at the house since it never worked right in the deep woods. The only way I could tell the time was by how tired my legs were and how my hip protested. Nick's enchanted tattoo could only do so much.

The worst part was that Noah wasn't talking. I tried casting out my thoughts, but all I got was radio silence… brain silence? Whatever it could be called. I asked him how much further, can't he just meet me now, all that. Nothing. It was just me, my flashlight, and the eerie forest.

I had started to think that maybe he had called the whole thing off when I heard a noise behind me. My footsteps faltered a bit, but I kept walking. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a large shadow disappear. Not like my humanoid shadow; this one looked like an animal.

It's probably Folio, making sure you're safe, I told myself. They wouldn't leave you out here in danger.

It was hard to keep my eyes forward, especially when I knew that presence was there. And especially when it kept circling closer and closer.

Just Folio just Folio just Folio.

It passed the corner of my vision again, closer this time, and with startling horror, I realized it was twice as big as Folio and wasn't white.

NOAH FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK–

Suddenly, the Thing vanished. I could hear heavy steps retreating, as if it got scared or was lured away. I stopped my trek for a moment, sucking in my breath to calm my frantically beating heart.

When I let out my breath, I noticed it was visible. I had passed into the holler.

“You made it.”

I gasped as I whipped towards Noah's voice. Noah blinked as the beam of my flashlight hit his face. He was just standing there, hands in the pockets of his ratty jeans.

"What the hell was even–” I cut myself off, realizing I was practically shouting. Lowering my voice, I asked, "What was that?”

Recovered, Noah frowned, brow furrowing. “Something definitely not from the Valley, and definitely not from this part of the mountains.”

“You could've at least acknowledged me," I said, wrapping Nick's jacket tighter around me. The flower crown slipped a little further down, almost obscuring my vision again. I pushed it back up with a finger.

Despite the low light from the flashlight, I caught a flicker of fear on Noah's face before he schooled it back to one of indifference. “C’mon, we still have a ways to go.” He turned and walked away.

“Hang on–” I stumbled after him. A sharp pain shot up from my knee. “Ow! I just hiked here. Can't I get a… break?”

“We have to get started before midnight,” Noah said, but at least he stopped.

“Oh yeah, let's fuck after I climbed and was tailed by some unknown Thing–”

Noah had been moving back to me, but I didn’t anticipate him picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. “Noah! What are you–” I demanded. The flower crown had fallen onto the ground, and it was quickly abandoned as Noah started walking.

“Taking you to the Grove. What else would it be?” he asked, his tone cold.

“Listen, you ass,” I snapped, pushing myself up to where my upper half was parallel to the ground. “Put me down or I'll–”

“What? Kick my ass?" he snorted. The urge to punch him right in the center of his back tree tattoo was rising.

“Nick told me to if you were an ass to me,” I shot back.

“He told me, and I would love to see you try.”

“At least carry me with some dignity instead of manhandling–"

I was suddenly tipping backwards as he pulled me off his shoulder and put me back on the ground. I stumbled back a few steps before catching myself.

"I'm not doing this if all we're gonna do is bicker the whole way there,” he said.

“Noah, all I wanted was a break. I'm in pain," I stated. “And before you say that that's why you were carrying me, you practically folded me in half over your shoulder.”

Noah was clenching and unclenching his hands. If I hadn't known better, I would've said he was trying to prevent himself from hitting me. Except I knew it was a nervous tic.

“Noah, what's wrong?" I asked.

With one breath, he thawed. “I can't– I don't–” the stammered before pausing. He looked back up from the ground to me, that fear from earlier painted clearly on his face. “I don't think I can do this.”

My mouth went dry. All that time trying to get me warmed up to this idea, and we never considered to ask Noah if he was still up for this. “Noah, it's okay."

“No it's not!" he shouted. "I've only been the Watcher for barely several years, and I fucked that up! What's not to say I don't fuck up this?”

Oh.

“Well, what's to say that I don't fuck this up?" I asked. “I don't know what I'm doing either.”

That seemed to ease him a little bit. I closed the distance and placed my hand on his arm. “Let's go be fuck-ups. Together.”

That got him to smile a little bit. “Fine. Let's go be fuck-ups," he said. He then held out his arms. “Your carriage, m’lady. Gender neutrally saying, of course.”

Instead I dodged around him and jogged back to the flower crown. I picked it up and plopped it back onto my head. I then ran back to him and bent at the knees. He scooped me up with an ease that surprised me.

And we went to the Grove. Together.

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A Night with Tesla: The Future of Electrical Resonance

(This narrative is a creative reimagining of a 1901 interview with Nikola Tesla, titled "Tesla's Twentieth-Century Views," originally penned by Frank L. Perry for the Western Electrician. Presented from a first-person perspective, this piece offers a fun and immersive experience while preserving Tesla's original words about resonance and the future of energy.)

Late one Friday evening in January of 1901, I found myself at the Waldorf-Astoria in New York, sitting down with the legendary inventor, Nikola Tesla. The setting was grand, but Tesla seemed entirely focused, undistracted by the opulence around him. I had been eager to ask him about his latest thoughts on the future of electrical energy, particularly the concept of resonance, or as Tesla often referred to it, “electrical tuning.”

With a mix of excitement and curiosity, I asked, “From your own investigations with high-frequency currents and the transmission of electrical energy, it seems that there’s a great future along these lines. Does the question of ‘electrical tuning’ become a most important one? Will this direct the progress of scientific discoveries in the next decade?”

Tesla leaned forward slightly, his eyes bright with conviction. “You have put a question,” he began, “which not only is of great importance in many arts of the present day, but also throughout the mechanism of the universe. The phenomena of sound and light afford striking examples. I believe that ultimately even nerve action will be proven to involve the principles of ‘sympathetic response.’” His thoughts were as bold as they were profound, suggesting that the very nature of life and nerve function operated on the same principles as electrical resonance.

He continued, “In my own experiments with electrical and mechanical vibrations, I’ve been impressed by the tremendous possibilities. With a small engine capable of pressing a piston back and forth with a force of just two pounds, I once set an entire block of modern buildings into such violent swaying that people rushed out terrified. And this was done through precise attunement.”

As he spoke, I found myself captivated by the simplicity of his explanation, despite the staggering implications. Tesla didn’t stop with mechanical resonance. He went on to explain his even more astonishing work in electrical vibration. “In electrical vibration,” he said, “I have frequently obtained results that were even more wonderful. The tuning of electric circuits is becoming increasingly important as the arts advance and methods refine. The layman can only have a vague idea of what can be accomplished in this line by those who possess the knowledge and skill.”

I asked him about this skill—how one could master such an art. “Knowledge of the principles is easy enough to acquire,” he admitted, “and one of the best sources of information on the subject comes from Prof. Pupin, whose work makes it accessible even to a beginner. But skill—now that takes patience and untiring dedication.”

The conversation turned to the challenges of refining electrical circuits for optimal resonance. Tesla explained, “Many experimenters don’t realize that an electrical system cannot vibrate freely through an imperfect contact or high resistance. It’s like trying to get a spring to vibrate while holding it firmly—it simply won’t happen.”

He paused for a moment, as though he was envisioning the future even as he spoke. “The transmission of electrical energy through the earth offers the greatest possibilities of development. The time is not far off when electrical oscillations will speed through the globe, each separate and distinct, fulfilling its mission. It’s a seemingly simple subject, but as you advance, it feels as if the wide ocean is opening up before your eyes.”

As we concluded, Tesla recalled an experiment from five years prior, where he had successfully “tuned” 150 circuits, calling each one in turn without disturbing the others. “At the time, I thought I had mastered the art,” he smiled, “but now I see that I was only just beginning to learn.”

Leaving that evening, I felt that I had been granted a rare glimpse into the mind of a true visionary, a man who saw the universe as a symphony of vibrations, with every element perfectly attuned. What Tesla envisioned wasn’t just a technological future—it was a harmonious one. And as we move further into the twentieth century, I can’t help but wonder how much of his grand vision we’ll soon witness.

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 66 ~ Just the Beginning

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 5

✧ Word Count : 6.7k

In this chapter ~ The search continues as the small group ventures out to make sure what Aaron claims is true. After taking every precaution in the books, they head out at nightfall to this so-called community. But the question remains; is this really the safe haven they've been hoping for?

We all stayed relatively silent for most of the journey trying to track down the vehicles in question. But even when the others started having a discussion, I didn't pay them too much attention. My head continuously turned to watch our backs, Abraham right by my side doing the exact same thing with the gun he brought clutched tightly in his hands. I was just glad I wasn't the only one that was paranoid. Everyone else seemed like this was just a casual Sunday stroll as we approached the unfamiliar area, while the two of us seemed to be the only ones that remembered what went down only moments ago.

"How ya doing, Missy?" Abraham's voice asked suddenly.

My brows furrowed in confusion, and it took me a second to realize he was talking to me, "Missy? You do know what my name is right?" I asked genuinely.

He let out a hearty laugh, "Yeah, I do...but I just have a thing for nicknames. Makes it more interesting."

I nodded slowly in understanding, "Okay, sure...but why Missy?"

"I don't know..." he said honestly with a simple shrug, "Just kinda suits you."

That only made me more confused, but I decided to just go along with it. I never really cared much for my name, so maybe this was a bit of an upgrade. "Alright, Missy it is...but I think it's only fair that I give you a nickname too."

"Go ahead." he nodded.

I thought for a moment while my eyes scanned him, before a small smirk was brought to my face, "I think Red suits you...for obvious reasons."

He laughed again at my smartass comment, "That sounds about right...Red and Missy, seems like a good pair to me."

"I have a feeling we will be." I replied with the smallest of smiles.

He returned the gesture while snorting a little in amusement, "You still didn't answer my question."

"I'm okay..." I reassured, almost as if I was reassuring myself as well, "At least...I'm trying to be okay."

"Hey," he said seriously, "That's all anyone can ask for these days; that you're trying. I'm proud of ya." he claimed before he clapped a gentle hand on my shoulder.

A smile made its way to my face once again, wrapping an arm around him in return as our steps seemed to fall in sync, "You're a pretty great guy, you know that? I'm glad I met you." I told him honestly.

He gave my shoulder a squeeze, "I'm real glad to have met you too."

After that we walked the majority of the way side by side, our arms now wrapped protectively around each other. It was nice to know that he would have my back, and I just hoped he knew I would have his; even though it was painfully obvious he could handle himself. I mean this man is a tank and could probably break someone's nose with his fucking pinky. But still, my offer still stands. It was crazy to remember in the beginning I didn't trust him one bit, thinking he was an absolute fool for believing in something so far beyond our reach. But now here he was, offering me comfort and reassurance when I needed it the most. And I apricated that more than he even knew.

A hand being placed on my back is what caused me to turn around, seeing Michonne over my shoulder as she tried to get my attention. "You mind if I talk to her alone?" she asked the man.

He nodded and gave my shoulder another squeeze, before picking up his pace toward the others to give us some space. I watched as she fell in line with me, something clearly clouding her mind, "What's up?"

She shook her head slightly, "Look...I know you don't trust Aaron, okay? I get that." she explained, her words causing me to sigh before she even finished, "But threatening him the way you did, not taking the gun away from his head...that was a lot."

"Chonne," I said warningly, "I don't know what to believe anymore...who I can put my faith in. Taking a risk like this, especially when we have kids with us, it's something we have to be cautious of."

She nodded her head, "I know that. But there's also risks with everything we do. Like helping a priest, or taking in a girl who was with The Governor...or when you helped a crazy lady with a sword." she smirked.

I scoffed, "No, that lady wasn't crazy...she was insane."

She nudged my shoulder with a small smile, "Ha ha." she said sarcastically, "My point is...we all took a chance with a stranger at one time or another, so how is this any different?"

I kept my eyes forward at the people in front of me, pondering over the question she clearly wanted a real answer to. How was it different? It was different because he wasn't alone out here, even if it truly was just one other person. It was different because he had a whole community waiting for him to come back, and who knows how dangerous those people really were. And it was different because they had been watching us for days, possibly weeks. That fact alone made me more weary.

So that's exactly what I told her. "It's different because he's not alone, and they've been watching us for...God only knows how long."

"To see if we would be a threat." she pointed out, "To see if we were good enough people to bring back to the community, maybe they did have a good reason to keep an eye on us. We don't necessarily look friendly and approachable walking mindlessly out here with guns in our hands."

I huffed softly, "Okay, that's fair. But we've been through so much, you know that. So, I'm sorry if I wanted to be extra careful about the whole situation...I can't lose anyone else."

"You don't have to." she reassured, her hand reaching down to give mine a comforting squeeze, "Just trust me on this. We're going to be okay."

I stared at her for a moment, reading her eyes to see that there was nothing but sincerity behind them which only caused me to reluctantly nod my head in agreement. She smiled at me, and we continued to walk together, filling the silence every once and a while when it was starting to feel too quiet. Though a part of me wanted to pick up the pace, knowing in the back of my mind that Rick was counting down the seconds until we came back safely, and I myself was also just as anxious to see if Aaron was really telling the truth.

It didn't take much longer venturing down the long road before we came across a single car and an RV parked off to the side, with fallen trees blocking them from moving any further. I mentally face palmed once I saw the sight, almost wanting it to be some kind of trap just so I could've proved my point. But instead, it just left me looking like the paranoid psycho of the group right alongside Rick.

"He was telling the truth." Michonne announced.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah we got that, Captain obvious, thank you." I muttered before nudging her and moving forward to walk next to the rest of them.

But before we were able to make it up to the vehicles to check them out, sudden rustling was heard from the bushes just to our right, causing all of us to quickly be on guard. We all collectively assumed the worst as we raised our weapons in the same direction, jumping out of our skin at the sudden noise.

"Not one step closer asshole!" Glenn called out.

But the sounds only grew louder as the figures approached, only to see it was just a couple walkers that emerged from the greenery, and we all seemed to sigh in slight relief that it wasn't more unknown people just beyond the trees.

"I got 'em." Abraham muttered as he grabbed his knife.

"We got 'em." I corrected while sending him a knowing glance, pulling out my silenced weapon as well from around my hips.

He nodded once before moving forward, easily taking down the walker that had its dead eyes targeted on him, while I killed off the one trailing farther behind the first, ripping my blade back out of its forehead.

"Quite the duo we are." I muttered as I cleaned its disgusting blood off of my blade.

"Damn right." he agreed, before cautiously followed me up to the RV to look inside.

I quickly stepped up to the door, ignoring his protests from behind me about letting him go first as I tugged the door open harshly with my gun raised. My eyes moved frantically around the place, moving down towards the other end of the narrow space to see if there was anyone inside, but was left with nothing. The only thing we managed to find were a lot of canned food items in the cabinets right above our heads.

Abraham didn't hesitate to rummage around through the stash, suddenly gasping as his fingertips brushed something towards the back. "Oh, hell yeah." he muttered as he pulled it out for me to see, reading the label to see it was chocolate pudding.

I laughed lightly with a nod in approval before we packed it back up, informing the others waiting outside that it was safe. None of us hesitated after that to pile into the vehicles to head back towards the barn, wanting everyone to know that we were all still alive.

It wasn't long before we pulled up to the destination without any problems, though we were all faced with a bunch of guns aimed in our faces the moment we stepped through the doors. But the group visibly relaxed once they saw it was just us, relieved to see we had made it back safely with seemingly no problem. One by one we brought in the many food items that were stashed away in the RV for the others to see, to which Rick quickly jumped on the opportunity to inspect every little thing. But in the end, nothing looked like it had been tampered with.

Rick then stepped forward, looking to where Aaron was now tied up, "This is ours now." he said matter-of-factly while holding up one of the cans in his grasp.

"There's more than enough." he assured.

"It ours whether or not we go to your camp." he said.

Carl made a face like he was dumbfounded, "Why wouldn't we go?" he asked suddenly.

"If he were lying, or if he wanted to hurt us; we wouldn't go. But he isn't...and he doesn't. We need this... so we're going, all of us. Somebody say something if they feel differently." Michonne spoke up.

There was a moment of silence before Daryl scoffed from beside me, "I dunno man...this barn smells like horse shit."

I nudged his side to silence him, hearing him mutter a small "ow" as he rubbed the sore spot on his arm. I was having trouble deciding if I should speak up or not when Michonne gave us the chance. He was telling the truth about the cars and the photos were actual proof that this place existed, but who knew if we were ready for this. Ready to commit to something so serious, and ready to meet a bunch of new people that may or may not be a threat.

But then I looked over at Carl holding Judith tightly in his arms and my heart instantly knew what it wanted. It wanted a safe place for everyone, but especially for these kids who deserved the whole world; and believe me I would give it to them if I could. Which is why for once in my life, I kept my mouth shut. For them.

I scanned everyone's faces around me and saw that no one seemed to be making an effort to protest and claim we shouldn't go, before my eyes landed on Rick. He looked to be deep in thought, seeing as everyone else was more than willing to explore this new opportunity, his eyes then meeting mine from among the others. The look on my face must've given him some type of reassurance because then next thing I knew, he was agreeing.

"Yeah." he muttered, "We're going."

Daryl squeezed my hip lightly when the decision was finally settled, looking up at him with the best smile I could muster. Although it was clear I wasn't fooling him in the slightest as he furrowed his brows a bit in concern, but he clearly knew that I was still weary of this place, unsure about everything as a whole. I just had to remind myself to be ready for anything, to not let my guard down for a very long time. At least not until I knew for sure that this community could keep us protected.

"So, where are we going? Where's your camp?" Rick asked.

The man looked a little unsure, "Every time I've done this, I've been behind the wheel driving recruits back. I believe you're good people, I've bet my life on it...I'm just not ready to bet my friends lives on it."

"You're not driving." I spoke up, "So if you want to get home, you'll have to tell us how."

He looked up at me with clear hesitance, but the look I gave him caused his shoulders to slump in defeat before glancing back toward Rick. "Go north or Route 16." he muttered.

Rick began marking up the map in which direction to head, circling the road in question, "And then?" I pressed.

"I'll tell you when we get there." he said calmly.

I tilted my head a little at his stubbornness before getting down to his level, "You know, for a guy who desperately wants people to trust him, you sure are being pretty vague about where you're taking us." I said lowly.

He didn't have a chance to respond before Rick spoke up, "We'll take 23 North, you'll give us directions from there."

"That's– I don't know how else to say it, that's a bad idea. We've cleared 16 it'll be faster." he assured.

"We'll take 23." Rick argued casually, "We'll leave at sundown."

Sasha spoke up from the back, "We're doing this at night?"

"Look, I know it's dangerous, but it's better than riding up to the gates during the day. If it isn't safe, we need to get out before they know we're there."

"No one is going to hurt you." Aaron slightly snapped, probably fed up with the constant accusations towards him and his friends.

"We don't know that." I clapped back, "We don't know anything about this place other than what it fucking looks like."

He shook his head at me, "I know you're trying to protect your group, but you're putting them in danger."

Rick stood to his full height and walked right up beside me, "Tell us where the camp is, we'll leave right now." he said simply.

Aaron just slowly shook his head and looked back down to the ground. I scoffed before standing back up from my hunched position while Rick addressed the others, "It's going to be a long night. Eat, and rest if you can." he nodded, before slowly walking outside to get some air.

A long night...that was a mild way of putting it.

All of us tried our best to get at least a little sleep before we headed out for the camp, but it was proven to be more difficult than we anticipated considering the amount of stress and anxiety that weighed heavily in the space. We could all feel it, how much it was affecting us. And it was safe to say no one got even a wink of rest within the few hours we sat there doing absolutely nothing.

I couldn't stop overthinking even if I tried. Daryl tried numerous times to reassure me of my worries, even trying to get me to lay beside him so I could sleep, but my mind just wouldn't stop racing. My restlessness only influenced his own as he couldn't seem to settle either. The time passed by incredibly slow while we talked with one another to try and ease the obvious worry, but it didn't help much. Nothing seemed to. Now I only wished Abraham had saved that whiskey.

The moment the sun began to dip in the sky, we all gathered our things to pack up and head out for the journey ahead. It was then Rick pulled me aside and asked if I would ride in the separate car where Aaron would be just in case things went wrong. And I agreed; anything that would help put his mind at ease. Daryl was obviously hesitant to let me go alone, but he did nonetheless, knowing that I could handle myself if need be. Even if he wasn't around to protect me.

I kept my weapons on me securely as we rounded everyone up, starting up the engines to head off once it grew dark enough to move without being spotted. And though it was a cautious idea to stay out of sight, it was proving to be more difficult to see.

My body was leant against the passenger side door while Rick drove through the night, Glenn and Aaron just in the back. Right then and there I found myself wishing I had ridden in the RV along with everyone else. Not because I suddenly felt unsafe, but because of the God awful awkward silence the filled the car. Rick was tense as he drove, gripping the steering wheel tightly, the rest of us clearly playing it safe as to not say a word at the feeling of his energy.

Out of my own boredom, I eventually reached for the glove compartment to see what was inside, pulling out a few license plates that laid comfortably inside. I flipped through the few that were in my hands, noticing that they were all from different states, each unique and colorful.

"Oh, I'm trying to get all fifty to hang them up in my house." Aaron said, glancing over my shoulder to see what I had grabbed.

I turned around to look at him, "You have your own house?"

"Mhm." he hummed with a nod of his head.

My eyes instinctively glanced back toward Rick to see I had caught his eye, having a silent exchange before I put the license plates back where I found them without a word. It didn't really surprise me anymore that he and I could just give a certain look and instantly seem to know what was going through one another's minds. I didn't know how we did it, but we did. Like twin telepathy or some freaky shit.

Though Aaron seemed to quickly catch onto it, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of us to catch the small act before quietly clearing his throat.

"So...I might be totally wrong here, but are you- are you guys...together?" he hesitantly asked.

I quickly looked back to see him gesturing between Rick and I, and we both instantly shook our heads with disapproving noises. "Oh, hell no." I muttered a little too loud.

"Hey." Rick spoke a bit offendedly.

"Oh, come on," I scoffed, "Don't get all upset, it's just...you're..." I trailed off as I looked at him, trying to find a good explanation, "You're Rick." I said simply as I gave him a pat on the shoulder.

He nodded slowly with a huff, "Alright, yeah fair enough."

Aaron chuckled a bit awkwardly whilst Glenn tried not to laugh at all at the assumption. "So...you're with someone else?" Aaron asked again, clearly just trying to make conversation.

"Yeah..." I said cautiously, "I thought it was kind of obvious."

"The guy with the crossbow?" he guessed.

I thought for a moment if I should really commit to the truth, knowing he could easily use it against me if he wanted. But realistically what could he do? His hands were currently tied behind his back as we had control of the car we were riding in; safe to say we had the upper hand. So, I simply nodded my head to confirm, not wanting to get too deep into that hole.

"He looks like the guy you would want to have around...seems protective, and...scary."

I snorted softly at his honesty, not being able to agree more as I stayed quiet once again, the car falling back into a silence that was a little less tense than before.

My gaze kept panning back over towards the side mirror, making sure I could still see Abraham following close behind us in the RV with the headlights almost blinding me every time I looked. And then that's when it hit me. When Rick was looking through the many pictures Aaron provided, I didn't recall seeing one single person in any of them.

I turned back around slowly and made eye contact with the man, "How come you didn't have any pictures of your group?"

"Oh, I took one. But the exposure wasn't right." he said casually.

My suspicion only grew as I stared at him before turning back to Rick, sharing another uneasy look, "Did you ask him the questions?" Glenn asked.

"No..." Rick sighed.

I turned back to him again, "How many walkers have you killed?"

He shook his head at me, confusion creeping onto his features as his brow furrowed, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Did I stutter? How many?" I asked again.

He shrugged, "I don't know...a lot."

"How many people have you killed?"

This was the question that most people seemed to hesitate on, and he clearly wasn't any different than the rest as he paused for a moment and thought, but didn't break my gaze. "Two." he stated.

"Why?"

"Because they tried to kill me."

I found myself nodding in understanding, seeing he looked to be telling the truth as I turned back to face the road again. His answers made sense and he didn't fumble on any of them. Maybe this could all work out.

"What the hell is this?" Rick asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked down to see some type of machine, not fully understanding what it was used for upon first glance. My brows furrowed as I picked it up to inspect it a bit better than before, my eyes slightly widening when it clicked in my mind.

"You were listening to us?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the object in my hands.

He sighed, "I already said I was watching you...so, yes I was listening too."

Rick's head snapped over to me, "This means his people could have one too. They could've heard our plan, this isn't safe!"

In the midst of all the yelling and panic, I glanced up just in time to see the sudden large group of walkers ahead on the road, "Watch out!"

"Shit!" Rick cursed, not having enough time to swerve as he started to plow right through them at an intense speed.

Blood splattered all over the windshield and I cringed at the sounds of the snarls mixed with the crunches of their decaying bones. But to my surprise, he didn't slow down or stop at any point, his foot only pushing further on the gas as we continued to hit one dead body after another.

"Rick!" I yelled.

"They were right behind us! They would've hit us, now they can get out." Rick said as he nodded behind us toward the others.

The growls never subsided as he continued to fucking send it through the herd, their blood now coating the car to the point where the headlights were now tinted red as they illuminated our surroundings. All of us flinched every time he ran over one after another, silently wondering how the hell we were going to get out of this if they just kept coming. But the numbers slowly dwindled down once we got through the worst, Rick managing to find a clearing near the grass where he harshly pulled the car over, shoving it in park before suddenly getting out. It was confirmed; he lost his damn mind.

My eyes widened as I quickly hopped out alongside him, peering at him over the car, "What the hell are you doing!?"

"I don't see them!" he yelled back as he looked behind us for the RV that had seemingly disappeared.

I followed his line of sight and noticed that I couldn't see any other set of headlights coming our way. A pit formed in my stomach at all the possibilities of what could've happened to them, and it such a short span of time.

"They had to have gotten away. Let's go circle back and find them." he announced.

I just nodded my head and got back in the vehicle, watching as he attempted to clean off the windshield from the disgusting blood and guts as much as he could before jumping back in the driver's seat. Glenn frantically handed him the map as he gave him directions on where to go, Rick nodding his head to confirm he heard as he tried to turn the key to bring the engine to life. But of course, it refused to start, only managing to sputter pathetically.

"Son of a bitch." I cursed.

"Come on!" Rick yelled as he hit the steering wheel, trying to turn the key again but was just met with clicking when the scrap of metal didn't budge.

Glenn cursed from the back as he then rushed out of the car, trying to see if he could fix whatever was happening while Rick aggressively kept turning the key over and over again. The sound of the herd was growing nearer with the more attention we drew to ourselves, opening up my door to peer out and see how much time we had before they were on our asses. The group was large and unescapable if we continued to just sit here, being at war with myself as I considered the possibility of outrunning them instead.

"We need to leave now." Aaron said with a crack of panic in his voice.

"Yeah, no shit." Rick sneered as he tried again to start it up again.

I sat back in the seat with a breath, raking my brain for anything that would help us, when a flicker of red light suddenly caught my attention from above the night sky. "Look!" I said as I pointed to the flare.

"Shit..." Aaron muttered.

Rick looked back at him, "Who did that?"

"I need to leave. This is over, let me out. I need to get out of here." he muttered frantically as he tried to exit the car with his bonded wrists.

Rick and I continued to press him for answers, but all it was doing was making his panic grow, avoiding every single one we threw at him as his sole focus was getting out of the car as fast as possible. But he quickly realized he wasn't getting anywhere on his own. It wasn't until Glenn opened up the back door to see if we saw the same flare that he did, and Aaron didn't waste the opportunity. In an instant, he kicked Glenn backward and onto the ground so he could stumble out of the car clumsily and take off toward the woods.

"Fuck no." I muttered under my breath before swiftly exiting the car to run after him.

"Rose, just leave him! We have to find our people!" Rick yelled after me.

I turned back briefly, "They saw that flare, they think we shot it! This is how we find them!" I yelled, taking out my gun before rushing through the dark forest.

I sprinted quickly through the woods, squinting to see which way he turned, but it was far too hard to tell what direction his figure turned off in. I heard heavy footsteps following behind me, seeing Rick and Glenn hot on my heels trying to catch up as I continued to move with ease. The three of us mindlessly searched, continuously watching our backs for the walkers that managed to follow behind. But apparently there was a lot more than we anticipated.

My heavy steps came to a sudden halt when a number of them had somehow surrounded us in the pitch black, leaving us with no kind of opening as we made out their figures. I aimed my gun to fire at the ones near, backing up simultaneously as they followed with every shot I gave, being drawn toward the noise. My breathing was heavy as I killed them off one by one, unaware of how much distance I was putting between me and the others. Just focusing on staying alive long enough to pinpoint them again.

Eventually once the last body fell to the ground, I whipped back to see if I could spot them, but instead I had completely lost sight of where they had gone. I listened carefully for any kind of indication of which direction they escaped, but I was only met with the sounds of my own heart racing, everything turning oddly quiet.

Though a sudden scream tore through the silence, causing me to immediately take off toward the noise. All I could think as I ran was the worst case scenario, not knowing if a walker had somehow gotten them, if they had ran into more trouble with strangers, or if someone just tripped. The possibilities were endless. But I slowed to a stop when I came across the victim, seeing Aaron pinned up against a tree as a walker was trying to grab him, pushing it away desperately with his feet while his hands were still tied.

I debated in my mind for a moment, wondering if I should just leave him to fend for himself after the stunt he just pulled moments ago. But my conscience managed to get the better of me in the end. I groaned to myself in frustration, jogging up the rest of the way to take out my knife and stab the walker in the head harshly. The moment I pulled my weapon back and the walker fell limp, his fearful eyes met my own, sputtering to try and say something. But I didn't give him the chance before I was turning him around forcefully.

"Don't make me regret this." I muttered before cutting the rope that held his wrists in a death grip, tearing it apart.

He turned back towards me and opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of gunshots from a distance cut him off and caught both of our attention, and I knew I had to follow them. "Run if you want, I don't give a shit anymore. I have better things to worry about."

"Wait." he called out just as I went to walk away, "We...we can make it together, but we can only make it together..."

I looked him over for a moment, "So, you're with me?" I asked genuinely.

He nodded shakily, seeming to be sure of himself. I gave him a nod in return, allowing myself to put my trust in him for once as I told him to keep up before we took off again. We ran side by side trying to pinpoint the noise of Glenn and Rick now calling my name and the gunfire that followed. Though it was difficult to find, everything feeling like it was bouncing off each other in every direction. But finally with the little once of luck we had left, the two of us managed to catch a glimpse of them fighting off the remaining lone walkers around the area.

I quickly ran up and aimed my weapon towards the few they hadn't gotten yet from behind, the sudden noise making the both of them whip around, relief washing over their features.

"You can tie me up again, but you have to hurry." Aaron said.

"No time." Rick grumbled, "We have to go."

We didn't need to be told twice, quickly making our way back toward the road to try and figure out where the beam of light originally came from. Rick mentioned that it was near the water tower, one that seemed to be further down the long and windy road. But none of us hesitated to pick up our pace down towards the giant thing sticking out high above the trees to find our people.

Once we were finally close enough to the structure, I began to follow the tire tracks that they had left behind. The thick black marks were only growing closer as I followed them through the small town that was nearly completely run down, tracking them all the way until we hit an alleyway. The RV was parked on the side, and I let out a single whistle, waiting for a response before any of us took another step closer through the dark and unfamiliar place.

Only seconds passed before we heard the same whistle tone calling right back to us, that being all we needed to hear to spring forward again, wanting to make sure they were all okay. The door to the bricked building right beside the RV flew open as everyone seemed to pile out at one time to make sure we were okay after the disaster that followed. I made a beeline toward Daryl the moment I spotted him, falling into his opened arms in exhaustion while letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"You alright?" he asked softly, kissing the side of my head.

I nodded slowly against his frame, "Yeah...yeah, I'm good."

I looked around to everyone else once we parted from each other, hugging whoever I could reach as I saw there wasn't a scratch on any of them. But I managed to catch out of the corner of my eye, Aaron quickly disappearing into the building they all came out of just moments ago. Like it was almost familiar to him.

I managed to sneak off and follow him hesitantly, the main space only being lit up by the moon just outside the windows, before seeing an orange light dispersing from the room around the corner. Peeking my head inside, my eyes widened as I saw Aaron fully making out with another man who was laying down on an old mattress, his foot wrapped up like he was injured. I subtly held my breath as I didn't want to intrude, obviously seeing the moment I was about to interrupt before slowly backing up to head back outside without a word.

Everyone's eyes snapped to me when the door creaked open, and I just shook my head. "We should give them a minute."

But Rick was fast to stalk up toward the door behind me, "No, let's not." he said before entering anyways despite my disguised protest.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance, "Okay." I muttered before turning to follow everyone else back inside the building.

We all piled into the small dim lit room just outside of where Rick vanished, waiting patiently as the group spread out to sit or lean against a nearby wall. Though it wasn't very long before the two men came back outside, Aaron looking more than grateful as he stared at all of us.

"Thank you." he said sincerely, "You saved Eric. I owe you, all of you. And I will make sure that debt is paid in full when we get to our community."

Oh yeah. Tell me why I completely forgot our whole agenda just because of a minor bump in the road.

"Now, I'm not sure about you but I'd rather not do any more driving tonight...maybe we can hit the road tomorrow morning." he continued.

"That sounds fine." Rick said from behind him, "But if we're staying the night here, you're sleeping over there." he pointed to a corner, far away from where Eric was staying.

Maggie stepped up, "You really think we gotta do that?"

"It's the safe play; we don't know you." Rick argued.

"The only way you're going to stop me from being with him right now is by shooting me." Aaron said, his eyes full of seriousness.

A small smirk played on my lips at his determination, but it quickly fell when I saw that Rick wasn't budging and was probably contemplating shooting him for real.

"Rick," my voice caught his attention, "Come on."

"You trust him?" he asked me.

I sighed before stepping a bit closer to close the gap between us so I could lower my voice, "They're both unarmed and one of them has a broken ankle. He's just worried about him...and I know I would be the same way if it were Daryl in there. Just take a breath."

He searched my eyes for any sign that I was unsure, "One man." I said simply, "Just like he said."

Rick exhaled heavily as he silently knew I was right; he was telling the truth from the very start. Why lie now? "Alright." he agreed, letting Aaron pass back into the room.

Everything then began to quiet down. The others managed to spread out among the small room, finding a good place to rest for the evening before we would be on the road again the first thing in the morning according to Rick. The night was peaceful. It was moments like these where I missed Beth the most, how she would sing a song that everyone fell absolutely in love with. Her soft voice echoing around the prison cells in the most beautiful way, leaving us all smiling. My back was leaning against the wall with my knees to my chest, as I fiddled with her bracelet on my wrist.

My fingers tugged at the material while my gaze was glued to the colorful yarn, only looking back up when I heard Daryl's familiar footsteps heading toward me. I smiled faintly, watching as he wordlessly handed me a bottle of water before taking a seat beside me.

I thanked him quietly and took a swing to quench my dry throat, before passing it right back to him, "What do ya think?" he asked.

I looked at him, "About what?"

"Bout the community...ya think it's as safe as it seems?" he spoke a bit hesitantly.

I shrugged, "I don't know...I hope it is. But that still doesn't mean we should completely trust it no matter how it looks. Looks can still be...deceiving."

"That's okay," he reassured, "Bein cautious is okay."

"I know..." I nodded, leaning my head back against the surface as I stared at him, "Just...know that whatever happens tomorrow...I'm still with you till the end."

A growing smile was brought to his face, nodding firmly in agreement, "You 'n me, baby." he promised in return, reaching down for my hand to leave a gentle kiss against my palm.

The following morning was nerve racking...dreadful. Leaving us on edge for what we were going to see walking into this unfamiliar place. Rick drove the small car once again, glancing down at the map every once and a while to be certain he was going the right way. My hands fidgeted anxiously in my lap once I knew we were getting closer, feeling Daryl gently intertwine our fingers to get me to calm down, even for just a moment. But he was nervous too; I could sense that clear as day even if he wouldn't admit it.

To be honest I didn't even know if he truly wanted to come here, at least not for himself. It felt as if his reasons for agreeing only matched my own, so everyone else could be protected. And nothing else mattered.

My attention was then drawn to the front as I felt Rick slow down the vehicle, seeing we had made it up to the front gates, rolling down his window to take a listen to the surroundings. I watched as his eyes shifted from stern and cold, to soft and hopeful at the sound of children laughing and people talking about behind the large walls before us. His demeanor instantly shifting.

He set a gentle hand on his son's shoulder from the passenger seat before looking back at us with the smallest of nods, shutting off the engine so we could all pile out. The remainder of the group slowly emerged from the RV as we all came to stand in front of the giant gated place before us, almost in disbelief that this somehow wasn't a dream. I chewed my lip anxiously, and automatically reached for Daryl's hand to give it a nervous squeeze.

Without taking his eyes off the gate, I felt him squeeze my hand back three times as I subtly held my breath in anticipation. All I could do in that moment was hope, which was something I thought we lost long ago. But maybe, just maybe, we didn't.

Maybe this was just the beginning.

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Late Nights on Pabu

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader

Summary: Continuation of the little SFW oneshot I posted earlier but this one is much less... safe... hehe. Can be read on its own though... Also editing is for those with time so apologizes, will be going back later to edit.

no use of Y/N (you're welcome)

Warnings: FERAL, NSFW, SMUT, BREEDING, MINORS GET LOST, talks of impregnation, birth control mentions, yeah...

Word Count: 6k

MASTERLIST

It had been several rotations since the early morning in which the most wonderful man in the whole galaxy admitted he’d wanted something more with you. Since you both had discussed what that may look like. How it would alter your lifestyle.

  Tech had come acknowledging the things you hadn’t even thought of. That he’d help in the early hours when you needed rest. All the things he’d have Phee help track down to make life easier. The research he’d done on bottle feeding versus breast feeding. His understanding of what toddler behavior was like and how to best combat the “terrible twos” as so many called it. In essence: he’d shown that he was more than prepared on paper with the amount of thinking he’d done on the subject. 

  He always left the decision in your court. After all, you would be the one to sacrifice so much of your bodily autonomy in order to create a new life. You would be the one to carry them, and then deal with the shift in mindset when they were born. That was no small task. Especially for Tech, given he was born out of a test tube and had no idea what it meant to come into this world kicking and screaming from the safety of a mother. 

  And despite all this, you couldn’t help it. The way he smiled at you when you were assisting with small children on the island.  When Omega climbed up on your lap demanding braids in her growing blonde hair, he always got that wide eyed gaze. When it came time to finally send the last of the stolen children from Tantis home, you’d been so encouraging for their journey, in a way he mirrored to the joyful parents. It all had come to a tipping point this morning.

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  Rinsing off your morning swim with Tech sometimes was just as enjoyable as actually being out there by yourself in the ocean. The serene silence as the water fell overhead, taking time to brush stray sand off each other's skin or run a confident hand through each other's drenched hair as you massaged the soap into the strands, feeling the peace you’d worked so hard to achieve. 

  Tech had been a very confident man from the first moment he took that plunge to make you his. Prior to that, he gave hardly any inclination that he’d felt anything more than just a squadmate. But once he knew what the feeling was - full hearted ardent emotions that he couldn’t explain - he took that leap in showing that he cared. And after that, he’d done so over and over again without embarrassment, without wavering, and without stopping. 

  “We should get out,” he hummed against your hairline, as you’d both been soaking up the lukewarm water together under its small circumference of a stream. His hands had remained wound against the skin of your upper back while the other cradled your head to his chest.

  Pulling back slightly you caught the view of your name along his pectoral, smiling as you rose on your toes to kiss the skin affectionately as you nodded. “How’s the repairs to lower Pabu and the new wall coming along?” you ask as he turns around and waives a hand to shut off the water. You reached a hand out to grab the towels you’d placed on the hooks near the refresher alcove, passing him one. 

  “On course to finish along the schedule which I set out for myself. Not much to report beyond that, as you have already heard me speak at length about specifications,” he mentioned before tossing the towel over his head, running it over his hair to remove the excess water. 

  When Tech removed the towel, you saw such a simple glimpse at the wonderful man before you. Full relaxed, hair already resuming its slight wavy pattern and displaying those indicators of time in the sun. His skin was decorated with waterdrops and painted a lovely shade of gold. Eyes shining brighter than they had in years, full of all the longing you’d come to know. He was always so handsome, and although you’d seen this view many, many times at this point, something about the way the light coming through the bathroom window hit him this day in particular created that stirring within. The only thought coming to your mind is one that surprised you. Stole your breath away as you continue the unabashed staring at him, even if you weren’t willing to admit it to yourself just yet.

  “Something wrong?” he asked, winding the towel over his nakedness, tucking it as he turned to step out onto the cool tile floor. 

  “Not at all,” you hum, reaching for the goggles along the counter, grabbing the cloth he always kept to clean the lenses and as you proceeded to start the task for him. He didn’t say anything, allowing you to do so as he began tackling the early morning stubble that he absolutely despised. Even if all his other brothers allowed their facial hair to grow once they’d settled on the island, he couldn’t stand the way it felt, shaving it each morning. 

  Once you were finished, you looked at him in the mirror. Tech leaned his torso over the small sink, hips flushed with the counter as he turned his face from side to side, carefully examining the foam across his cheeks, bringing the cool metal razor over the skin in even strokes. His dark eyes flashed to your own in the reflection for a moment as his eyebrow raised. Whipping off the razor for a moment he proposed an observation, “Your behavior is quite unusual this morning Angel,” he pointed out before resuming his task. 

  Instead of replying you stepped forward, setting the goggles along the counter and reaching for his hips, turning him when you knew he’d removed the sharp object from near his face to remove the small hairs and foam from it once more. Taking it from his hands with a careful flourish of fingers, he didn’t need to be told what to do, as the routine was second nature at this point. And regardless of how inefficient it was time wise for you to do it for him - as Tech’s practiced hands were much faster than yours - he selfishly indulged in the attention. 

  Tipping his face upward so you could scrape it along that pesky patch of hair that always grew below his bottom lip in the center, Tech didn’t speak as he allowed you to finish for him. With the final stroke along his jaw, you turned the water on in the sink. Grabbing a hairbrush you started to carefully undo the knots while, he turned to rinse away any stray foam from his skin before grabbing that ornate bottle of aftershave oil you’d gotten for lifeday the previous year. 

  Finally finishing, his large hands grabbed your towel covered waist without a word, pulling you between him and the counter so he could look at you in the mirror while you continued running the bristles of the brush through your hair. Eventually when it came time to do the back of your head, similarly to how you gently stole his razor, he slipped the brush from your grasp and began towards the ends of the strands with a practiced hand. 

  There was something so wonderful about the domestic intimacy you both had developed with time. Acts of service for the other, without a word necessary to explain them, as you both made it a goal to help one another prepare for the day by assisting with hygiene. It always felt amazing having him brush out your hair, eyes closing at the electrified nerve endings along your nape while his hands gently removed the knots. 

  He finished rather quickly, setting the brush along the counter near his neglected razor blade, as your eyes cracked open once more, seeing the smiling face of the retired soldier behind you. Arms wrapping around your sides as his tall frame leaned down to rest his chin along your shoulder, as you both continued to stare at the reflection in the mirror. 

  It was the vision of two people who deeply loved one another. Who’d sacrificed so much for each other. Who’d found affection in the midst of an uncertain time and come out of it on the other side with more care than imaginable. It was the demonstration of what loving someone without reservations looked like. A couple of strong individuals who finally laid down the weapons to be at peace. Almost perfect. 

  Suddenly that flash from before came to your mind, and you could no longer deny what it is you’d thought when looking at the stunning man next to you. Despite how wonderful things were, something was missing. Something you hadn’t noticed before, being consumed by the love for Tech and your oddly thrown together family of his siblings.  Perhaps it had been there all along, waiting for the right moment to make itself known. Or maybe it was something new, that was only born of the exact sliver in time it would be ready. 

  But the way his hands expertly defied the towel, seeking the warmth of your skin only further intensified the thought. His grasp settling on your stomach as you both basked in the morning light of the bathroom, you pieced together that feeling, finally acknowledging it after the unknown amount of time it had been with your mind, body and soul. 

  The only thing missing from this moment was Tech’s warm hands over your swollen belly as you both felt those glorious flutters of a new life. 

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  That moment had ended soon after it began, with Tech slipping away to work, blissfully unaware that you had finally come to the conclusion that you were both on the same page about a future. The walk to the home the others stayed at was filled with a nervousness you hadn’t anticipated. The knock, met with the wide smile of Omega, who never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated as she hugged you as if she hadn’t seen you the day before.  

  “Is there any way I could see AZI?” you ask her once you are ushered inside, the boys all off doing whatever the islanders put them to work doing, leaving her with Lyana’s company.  

  “Are you sick? Hurt?” Omega asked, giving you that glance over with the same brown eyes you’d come to love in her brother. 

  “No, I just need to consult him about the implant I told you about, as it likely is on its last bit of life and I’d like to know if I need to find a replacement,” you mention hoping to avoid an interrogation from the teen. It wasn’t a total lie, but you weren’t about to explain to her that you were here to remove the device. Something about that bordered on too much information. She was now fully aware what it meant to be a woman, coming to you for advice on occasion with how to handle it, as Lyana’s mother was gone. Both girls seeking you out from time to time as one of the only fellow females decently close to their age. 

  “You are sure that there’s nothing wrong?” she pressed and you nodded, reassuring smile overtaking your features as Lyana returned with the droid, who promptly greeted you. Omega encouraged you to use her room for privacy and when the door shut, leaving you with the medical droid they’d stolen from the ruins of Kamino, you looked at his large mechanical eyes.

  “If you wish to lay down so that I may begin scans,” his oddly animated voice came through and you did as he asked. 

  Omega’s bed was expertly made, covers pulled tight as you laid down and watched as AZI scanned your body to provide updates since the last time he’d done so. He was a very efficient droid, always maintaining a better bedside manor than even some doctors provided. Explaining you needed to increase your intake of potassium, drink a bit more water during the day and that he’d noticed you were halfway through the womanly cycle. 

  There was something much more pleasant about dealing with a droid who lacked opinions upon your reproductive care. Any human you’d seen before, often warning you to do this or avoid that, and speculate on if you should or should not have children. With AZI, there was a comfort in knowing he would simply do as you asked, offer medical advice and nothing more. 

  He’d confirmed what you’d already known of your own body, and despite its more rushed nature, you knew that tonight you’d explain everything to Tech once he got home. This would leave you with plenty of time to think of a way to do so. 

Omega didn’t comment on the small patch left along the inside of your bicep as you re entered the kitchen where both girls were weaving bracelets. 

  “Are you girls up for a trip to the market area? It's been a while since I bought a new dress and I want to look nice…” you’d mischievously asked as they both jumped from the seat, eager to follow you on your quest. 

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  Tech shucked his boots off outside the home, as the door slid open. You weren’t in the living space, nor the kitchen, but he could tell you’d cooked as the smell lingered. Sliding off the belt buckle with his tools, he set them down on that table you designated for his supplies as he allowed his mind to slowly run its course on plans for the following day. There was something meditative about removing the articles associated with work each evening, in order to return to one’s domestic life. 

  Taking those calculated steps out onto the balcony, he saw you, in a garment he’d never seen before. The simple flowing teal material framing your body in all the right places while flowing out in others. He was used to seeing you now in a much more feminine appearance, and it always brought him delight, but the addition of flowers woven into your hair made him pause in the entryway to the patio. 

  Eyes roaming the setup before you. A light meal, consisting of his favorite fish, most likely caught by Wrecker. A bottle of that wine he really enjoyed atop a bucket of ice. Some fresh fruits ready to be consumed. Soft music playing from the holodevice he’d retired long ago when he obtained a new one. 

  “What’s all this?” he asked, finally stepping out of the house, onto the porch. Recalling the date, he knew there wasn’t an anniversary he missed, nor an impending holiday to be concerned over. This was totally unexpected, and a break from normal routine. 

  “I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate all the hard work you’ve been doing for Pabu,” you tell him kindly, offering a hand for him once he came closer. In doing so, he pulled you to stand next to him, dropping the sweetest kiss to your cheek as his arms wound your frame and then pulling away. 

  “This is new,” he pointed out, gesturing to the dress as you smiled, hands wiping over the material. 

  “Omega and Lyana helped pick it,” you confirm with a smile, giving him a displayful turn, allowing him to watch the material pick up slightly with the spin before settling again. 

  “Radiant,” he commented, noticing the few pieces of jewelry you’d donned. Not uncommon to see the many friendship bracelets and necklaces Omega would weave for everyone along your wrist, a metal bangle along your bicep catching his observant gaze. He didn’t comment on it, assuming it had been gifted to you by the girls in your womanly bonding time while he worked. “Shall we enjoy the kind labor you’ve put into this evening?” Tech asked and you nodded, grabbing the empty wine glasses, prepared to indulge in the evening's early domestic bliss before unveiling the depth of the surprises you had in store for the handsome engineer you very fortunately called your own. 

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  After a relaxing evening of eating, drinking, slow dancing to the sound of the waves and enjoying the sunset, you both found yourselves tucked away in a chair facing the moonlight as Pabu wound down for the night. The wind rustled Tech’s hair as you finished off the wine in your glass and turned to face him. 

  He’d removed his glasses long ago, allowing you to watch the golden light shine upon their brilliance while you’d both danced. Now closed as he simply enjoyed the proximity of your body in his lap as the ambience of your home calmed his racing mind. 

  “Tech?” you softly whispered his name as his eyes cracked open, looking at your moonlit softened features with curiosity. He hadn’t pressed, but all evening you seemed to stare at him with the same longing he had noted that morning. Pair that with the extra effort to curate the perfect night alone together, he was almost suspicious of what was going on. That didn’t stop his mind from wandering to a place where he questioned what ulterior motive lurked beneath that beautiful dress of yours. 

  He responded with your name as you summoned the courage to explain your actions, yet something about the nature of the depth they held stalled you from doing so. Was this how nervous he’d been when he’d expressed the thought to you that morning? Luckily, Tech was an expert in the way of your behaviors, so he carefully lifted a hand to cup the side of your cheek as he asked. 

  “Not that I am ungrateful, and believe me when I say that I am quantifiably appreciative for all you’ve done, but might I ask what has brought on this increased staring and effort?” he calmly questioned, his gaze unwavering, matching his tone. The thumb along the hand holding your face, tracing ever so lightly along the skin as you sighed. 

  Uncertainty shaking for a moment, as you thought that there was no cause for concern. The likelihood he’d change his mind is very minimal. He wouldn’t outright reject the idea, as you knew it initially had been his.  But that didn’t stop the worry if either of those had happened since you last spoke of it that morning in the ocean together with the lapping waves of water, in which he detailed the amount of energy he’d put into the concept on his end. 

  Most of the doubt stemming from worry that he’d be angry you’d gone and removed the implant without consulting him. Maybe he would’ve wanted to be a part of the process. What if he wanted kids but didn’t want them now? What if-

  “Talk to me,” he encouraged as you blinked rapidly, eyes no longer staring at the waving flowers on the balcony as they snapped back to his concerned gaze. 

  Deciding it was now or never you decided to remove the golden bangle that you’d borrowed from Lyana who insisted that it matched the dress perfectly. Setting it along the table you instead grabbed his hand from where it rested along your knee, putting it on the small patch still remaining from AZI earlier that day. 

  You could almost see the cogs turning in Tech’s mind as he slowly pieced it together. The longing stares. The sweet moments. The effort tonight. The new dress. The odd bracelet. The small wound on your arm at exactly the same place your implant-

  “Do you wish to procreate?” he asked, lacking all ounce of romanticism, and yet something within the direct nature you loved so dearly about him made you squirm in his lap. His eyes were desperately staring into your own as his fingertips traced over the bandage. 

  “That’s one way to put it Tech,” you playfully scoffed. 

  “You did not answer my question,” he demanded, tone shifting slightly as did his grip on your arm. 

  “I just,” you trailed off, eyes wandering down to the flowing material of the dress before finding the brilliance of the moonlight on the water to be more comforting in the moment. “I have just been thinking about what you said and it just sort of hit me. I know it's sudden, and I know I likely should’ve spoken to you before I went and had AZI remove the implant, but I found myself certain for the first time that this was something I wanted. That I want it. With you. Not years from now. But in this moment it felt right,” you admit to him. Watching as his mind seemed to absorb the confession, you felt his grip loosen ever so slightly. 

  “What changed your mind?” He probed, genuine curiosity overtaking his handsome features as a small smile worked along his plush lips. 

  “Can I be honest and say I am not really certain,” you ask as he chuckles, accepting your candor. 

  “Let me rephrase my question then: What moment are you referring to as having clarity on the matter?” Tech inquired, nose delicately tracing the skin of your jaw as you shuttered at the soft intimacy of the act. 

  “This morning,” you say quietly, cheeks flushing as you recall how sweetly he’d stared at you in the early light. 

  “I do not recall anything particularly unique about this morning beyond your additional staring,” he commented and you shook your head. 

  “That is why I told you that I hadn’t really been able to explain it. I just woke up feeling as if things were finally right in that area. I found myself hyper aware of all your touches or expressions and they all seemed to point to that conclusion. Then you held me in the mirror and I just thought how happy I was. How content I felt. And despite all that…” you trail off, looking up at him through thick lashes as you whispered, “I still felt that we were missing something. Something here.” You take his hand and set it on the flat of your stomach. 

  “And you are positive this isn’t a passing feeling? I don't want you to feel pressured since I was the one who initially proposed such an idea,” he sought confirmation as you nodded. 

  “I am certain. This morning wasn’t the first time I have thought about this. More or less it was the realization that I am ready. I want to take this step with you Tech,” you tell him and that’s all he needed, to finally lose the resolve. Standing as he gripped your body tightly to his own, nearly tripping as he ran through the home to the bedroom with a speed you hadn’t anticipated. Giggles erupting from the back of your throat at his desperation.  Then you were weightless as he tossed you onto the shared bed. 

  Shock in your eyes as you watched him quickly shedding the clothes he had worn for the day. Soon he stood bare with an almost predatory glint in his eyes. You’d never seen him staring at you that way in all the time you’d known one another, but as he stepped closer, he once again shocked you. Grabbing your ankles in his worn hands, yanking you to the edge of the bed as he turned you enough to find the ties along the back of the dress and slide them to the floor. As the dress fell away his smirk only deepened when he realized you had forgone anything under it. 

  “Mhm this is quite a lovely surprise dear,” Tech said as he laid you out on the bed, gentleness returning as he’d gotten out his excitement in the quick rush to the bedroom. 

  “I thought you’d enjoy it,” you raise a hand, brushing but his carmel curls as everything slowed, his lips descending slowly upon your own as he held you to the bed, kissing your mouth, then your neck, and shoulders, finally reaching your stomach as he repeatedly did so in the spot you’d hopefully carry his child. 

  “I do,” he whispered against the skin below your naval as he once again crawled over your body, remembering the question he’d meant to ask earlier. “By chance, when you got this removed, did you find out where exactly within your reproductive cycle you are,” he asked. You had anticipated a more sensual tone, but the sudden shift to clinical nearly made you laugh out loud. 

  But then you remembered why you loved this man. Something about the way his mind worked was positively endearing. There was no beating around the bush when it came to Tech. He did not know the word subtlety. 

  “I think you’ll find tonight is right where we want to be…” you say, trying to express that you are currently being blessed by the gods of fertility in a way that is not overtly scientific and more romantic. 

  “Well, that is quite appropriate,” he states bluntly as you continue running a hand over his face and hand, questioning why that is. Your thumb catches the ever so slight stubble starting to grow over his cheekbone. You had always found it humorous just how quickly the pesky hairs returned to his cheeks and jaw. 

  “You ask why…” he says before lowering his mouth to your ear, purring as he nips the lobe for a moment to pull away and stare down at you as he continues the husky whisper “my dear it's only natural for a man to want that…” he claimed as those flutters in your stomach turned into a storm. 

  You knew it was playing with fire, but you were curious what Tech would do if you pressed him on the matter, so you asked, “For a man to want what exactly..?” as he slid a hand down behind the small of your back, tightening his hold like a coiled python ready to strike. 

  “To fulfill that need to see the woman he loves glowing and full of his offspring…” he explained as if it was the most simple explanation in the world. You’d never heard Tech using this tone before. It bordered somewhere along domineering and straightforward in that unique confidence he always had. It also brought about a dampness between your thighs and an aching that would soon need to be addressed. 

  “You said that you were certain this morning… in front of the mirror?” he questioned after a moment and you nodded, unsure why he was bringing it back up now that you were both naked, and from what you could gather based on the way he was throbbing against you, ready to start. 

  You almost didn’t hear the way he huffed out, “come here” as his arms tightened, lifting you up from the bed. Gripping along his shoulders, the man’s still muscular frame carried you with ease towards the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the light as the moon cast enough of a glow in the atmosphere it perfectly mirrored the morning with a more hazy view of night. 

  “What are you doing?” you questioned as he set you down in front of the counter, carefully turning you around without a word. 

  Soon it clicked. He was recreating this morning, except this time he would be the one getting to indulge in your momentary fantasy. His shifting grip found your abdomen as his long fingers trailed along the flat below your naval without a word, kisses beginning to nip along your shoulder blades. 

  “Tell me what you thought this morning when I held you right here,” he demanded playfully, lips caressing the skin of your nape as he glanced into the mirror over your shoulder, awaiting a response. Thighs tightening together, attempting to bring some relief to your aching core, you sucked in a breath.  

  “Won’t you be my good girl and tell me…” he chuckled as one of his fingers pushed the clamp of your thighs apart, dexterous finger dipping into your warmth as you bit your lip to contain the noise threatening to spill out at the contact of his fingertips near your opening. The weight in the air provided more preparation than you thought possible, you knew that you were already acclimated to take him, but Tech wanted to tease the thought out of you it seemed… 

  “Darling… you know that you shall have whatever vision your beautiful mind dreamt up here if you simply indulge me,” he explained it all so simply, finger breaching your walls as he sunk into the velvety walls that he soon planned to paint with his seed. 

  Adding to the now burning desire to have him continue was the pressing against your back, warning of the angry and leaking head of his cock, desperate to get inside. Tech rocked ever so gently as he tightened his grip on your stomach while your locked stares looked at one another in the mirror. While unexpected, this position was so much more enrapturing than what you thought this would be like.

  You’d imagined him leaning over you, whispering the sweet words he always had when he made love to you. Instead, he was here poised like an animal ready to fulfill his body’s main desire. Tech hardly seemed like a man who’d fall for such feral whims, but yet here you were pressed between the cool stone counter and his warmth as he waited for you to explain yourself. 

  “I thought about us standing here in the morning, exactly as we are now, but-” you began, feeling as his fingers retreated from your body and instead wrapped around his own cock, as he abruptly shifted apart your lower seam. Head of his cock now pressed right against your opening, he brought his slick covered hand up to tuck a strand of hair affectionately behind your ear as he cooed, “keep going…” against your ear with a gentle kiss to your temple. 

  “But your hands stretched over our growing child as we both felt them kick for the first time,” you say, eyes closing as you imagined it. Same place as you were right now. His hands would both be able to fit over the round of your belly instead of the flat he easily covered with one hand now. His warm brown eyes found yours in the mirror as you both felt those flutters together. It was perfect. 

  And then Tech suddenly brought you both one step closer to that reality with a snap of his hips, his cock finding its home with one harsh thrust.  

  Tech rarely made much noise when he was bringing you both to ecstasy together. His heavy breathing and occasional gasps being the extent of what he brought to the table beyond simply talking. But as he pushed inside of you the guttural groan that escaped from the back of his throat, echoing off the walls of the bathroom only intensified the heat you felt over every inch of your body. 

  His fingers laced in your own, resting against your naval as he leaned against the side of your head with his own, his nose finding that spot behind your ear where your perfume always sat.  The second he took to collect himself doing so much to aid in your pleasure, as you watched his always held together resolve melt away in the bathroom mirror. From the tight grip on your hand and the bathroom counter, to that gorgeous crease between his eyebrows - everything about watching him come undone within your body was perfect. 

  Soon he looked back up, seeing your wide eyes in the mirror as he pulled back enjoy to thrust back in with another groan, eye contact never straying. “You are perfect. Just like this. Made to-” he groaned once more as he felt your walls clench quickly and release him once more. “You were made to take me, Maker-” 

  “Tech, I-” your voice wobbled, eyes threatening to spill with tears from both the physical exertion and emotion lingering in the air. 

  “I’ve got you. Safe in my arms. We are safe. And when we finally have- Kriff!” Tech never swore. Found it highly unnecessary. Hearing him do so now, balls deep inside of you caused you to clench involuntarily once more around him. As if your body was saying how much you wanted his spill. 

  Abandoning his train of thought entirely, Tech reached forward, tugging your jaw back as he pushed his lips onto yours, hips rutting with reclass abandon as his other hand held you up against his thrusts. Pulling back ever so slightly, he continued the pace. Sweat dripping down his temple as his mouth fell open and his eyes struggled to focus as his eyelids grew heavy under the weight of the mounting release he desperately sought with each push inside your heavenly body. 

  “Mine,” he gritted out between his white teeth and you realized exactly what he wanted. 

  “I’m all yours” you all but wailed as he grinned for a moment, hips no longer pistoning in a calculated pattern. No this was beyond that. This was simply a man on a mission. Body finally taking over as Tech felt his himself on that edge. 

  Desperate to drag you with him, he reached down to pinch your clitorous almost painfully between two fingers as he grunted in your ear, “soon everyone is going to know that you’re mine.” 

  That was all it took. 

  Screaming his name so loud the whole damn island must’ve heard you, as you clenched so harshly around his cock that he couldn’t stop it from bursting within your walls. You thought that release would’ve calmed this man, but you’d be wrong. 

  “That’s it, take it-” he hissed as his hips kept chanting forward with slight thrusts as if they would somehow aid his sperms journey into your womb. 

  Whispering his name gently, your legs started to wobble slightly from the intensity and he slowed enough to catch you, pinning you against the counter as he remained inside. His handle gently carding along your skin and in your hair as the praises suddenly began to spill from his lips. 

  “You did so well… so perfect… so beautiful… look at you… glowing in the moon light…” he punctuated each sweet phrase with a kiss somewhere along your skin and face as he continued to soften within your walls, eventually sliding out once your breathing returned to normal. 

  Replacing it with his fingers, he shoved the combined spill from the two of you back inside before it could leak out, humming against your neck with that serene expression you reconized every time his balls finally would be emptied. 

  Eyes cracking open behind you as he swayed gently, kissing your cheek once more before saying, “I’m not going to work tomorrow,” calmly he replied finally removing his hand from your leaking hole, plunging it into your mouth without warning as you sucked the mess from his hand without question. He’d done it before, forcing his messy fingers inside your mouth. You were quite acclimated with all the facets his oral fixation took.  

  “Huh?” you questioned his out of place comment, still sucking around his digits until they were clean, releasing them with a pop of your lips.

  “You and I are staying in this room all day…” he hummed out as he bent down to lift you into his arms with ease, carefully treading back into the bedroom and laying you back out on the bed. 

  “All day?” you teasingly questioned, leaning up on your elbows as he looked down at you from where he stood. 

  “Mhm, I’ve got important work to do,” he quipped, knees finding the edge of the covers as he gazed down at your blushing body. Sweat in your hair, cheeks flustered and dark khol eyeliner spilling down your cheeks. Seeing you so undone by just his first attempt alone had him growing hard once more. 

  “Oh really, and what would that be,” you teased as he lowered himself over your body, his twitching cock coming alive once again near your already shivering thighs. 

  “Perhaps you require a refresher…” the back of his hand carefully traced down the length of your body as he smirked at you. 

  “I’m all yours to remind,” you tell him, eyes fluttering shut as you prepare for the long night and day he’s likely going to indulge you with. 

  “You absolutely are,” he huskily whispers as he plunges into your womanhood without warning before grabbing your face in his comically large hand, pulling youre forehead to rest against his own. “Soon you’ll be mine in every way possible,” he lets you know with a groan, as you stare into the most beautiful brown eyes in the galaxy, ready for everything Tech’s brilliant mind can dream up to bring you both the depth of your shared desires. 

  Every way possible.

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Will Graham x Reader

Happy Endings

(them tangled vibes) 

You stood in front of Hannibal, blood on his hands as you tried to keep your breathing steady.

You had come here to find Will only to discover Hannibal disposing of a corpse.

"Where is he, Hannibal?" You growled lowly making the killer chuckle wipe he delicately wiped the blood off his hands.

"I've dreamt about killing you so many times, my dear. You are such a beautiful creature, one that would make fine artwork. You delicate skin painted with the harshness of your red blood would be one of my finest." Hannibal deflected the question as your jaw clenched in anger and fear.

"Where is he?" You whispered, trying to not let yourself cry at the thought of your husband being your former friends lunchtime meal.

"I'll take you to see him if you wish." He said with a sickening smile, you continued to stare at him as you nodded a little.

"Take me... Now." You demanded as he chuckled again, slowly stalking forward.

He stood in front of you and gently ran his finger down the side if your face.

"Such demands... Use your manners." He demanded, his voice cold and unwavering.

"Please, Hannibal... Take me to see him." You begged, looking into his eyes as he smiled triumphantly.

"There's a good girl." He said before he stepped past you, you quickly followed after him, trying to keep up with his swift pace.

He lead you downstairs, the air becoming stale and cold, your eyes finally landed on your husband tied to a chair in an awful shape.

You gasped and ran to him, holding his face in your hands.

"Love, hey... It's okay, I'm here." You whispered as he groaned softly, barely conscious.

It looked like his nose was broken, blood slowly dripping from his lip and many bruises and cuts along his face, you couldn't imagine what the rest of him looked like.

You slowly turned to Hannibal, tears in your eyes.

"Why... Why did you do this?" You whispered as he slowly stepped forward and smile, reaching a hand out to brush hair from your face.

"He betrayed me, he found out my secret and was going to tell the police. I had to take it upon myself to teach him a lesson." He said, looking into your eyes.

Hannibal always had a soft spot for you, you weren't sure why.

"Don't do this, please. I'll make sure he doesn't tell anyone, just let him go." You begged, something akin to pleasure flashed in Hannibal's eyes whenever he heard you beg.

"He has one hour left until the wound on his stomach bleeds out completely, I will save him... But, there's something I need you to do for me." He said, running his finger down the side of your face once more.

"I'll do anything." You replied making him smile wickedly.

"You both know my little secret now... I can't let you go band just live your lives. This house gets awfully lonely I wouldn't mind sharing it...especially with you." He explained as you looked at him in shock.

"You want me to live with you?" You asked as he chuckled softly.

"Of course, but don't fret your pretty head... Will can stay as well, I know you cannot exist without him. Plus, I've grown quite attached to him." Hannibal whispered, glancing at Will for a moment.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you like this?" You asked making him laugh again.

"That's not for you to know, but clock is ticking, Y/N. Give yourself over to me, everything you are will be mine, every decision, every thought inside your little head will be mind." He said, his eyes darkened as he stared into your eyes.

"And what about Will?" You asked, your voice wavering.

"He will stick around too, but we can both agree he will listen to you a lot more than he'll listen to me. You can be a good girl and keep him in line for me, do you think you can do that?" He asked tilting his head as his hand found its way to rest on your hip.

"I do that...and you save him and never hurt him again." You whispered making him smile.

"Exactly, my dear." He whispered as he slowly leant in to kiss your lips softly, his lips were cold and dry while you closed your eyes and froze on the spot. 

He leant back and looked into your eyes.

"On your knees." He whispered as you slowly sank to your knees without question, you were willing to do anything to save Will.

"Good girl. Now, tell me who you belong to." He demanded, his voice low as he glanced down at you.

You heard Will begin to stir awake as you looked at him.

"No... Y/N." He whispered weakly while looking at you.

"Everything is going to be okay, Will." You responded in a whisper before looking back to Hannibal.

"I belong to you, Hannibal. I will give myself to you, everything I am, I swear it... Just help him, please." You begged, looking up at Hannibal before he smiled. 

“Very well.” He said before lending you a hand to help you stand up. 

“Stay here while I get some supplies.” Hannibal instructed before leaving you alone with Will. 

You quickly rushed towards him and held his face in your hands. 

“You can’t do this.” He whispered as you felt tears in your eyes. 

“I have to… This is the only way to keep you alive.” You replied as you began to cry. 

“He will destroy you until there is nothing left…” Will said, his voice hoarse and weak. 

“I know… But, I can’t kill him, I can’t run, he will always find me and I can’t save you, only he can.” You cried out softly as Will looked at you, barely conscious. 

“I love you.” He whispered, only making you cry even more.

“I love you too.” You replied, gently kissing his forehead. 

Hannibal returned not long after to see you crying beside Will. 

“Hush now, my dear.” He said as he brought out a first aid kit. 

“Please, just save him.” You begged, tears streaming down your face. 

While Hannibal readied a needle Will glanced at you and smiled to the best of his ability. 

‘I love you’ he mouth before he moved quickly, using the last of his strength the plunge a small surgical knife into Hannibal’s neck. 

You screamed in shock and backed away. 

“No…” You whispered before rushing forward, Hannibal groaned in pain and held his neck. 

“I’m taking you straight to hell with me you piece of shit.” Will said as he laughed, blood dripping from his mouth. 

“Clever.” Hannibal choked out before taking the knife out of his neck and stabbing it into Will’s chest. 

You stood there in shock, your body was frozen but there wasn’t exactly anything to do. 

Hannibal slowly looked up at Will and laughed as blood came out of his mouth. 

“See…you soon.” He grumbled as the two men stared at each other. 

You rushed forward and pushed Hannibal off Will, he fell to the floor, death finally able to get its cold hands on him. 

You cried as you looked at Will and held his cheek in your hand. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. We can call an ambulance, okay?” You said with hope in your voice as Will looked at you weakly and smiled, his eyes struggling to stay open. 

“You were my happy ending.” He whispered as you sobbed and rested your head against his. 

“I’m sorry…” You whispered as you felt him go limp against you. 

Calling anyone wasn’t an option from the start, no phones, no service…nothing. 

You slowly stepped away from Will, staring at his lifeless body on the chair as your tears hit the cold ground. 

You fell to your knees, bowing your head before letting out a scream of pure anger, grief, shock and frustration, a scream that would shake the dead. 

Time had passed but you weren’t sure how long, long enough for two warm bodies to grow cold. 

Eventually you stood up slowly, your legs numb and pained. 

You slowly moved towards Will’s body and slowly reached towards his hand, gently taking the ring off his cold finger. 

“You will be my happy ending too…” 

(Ohhh we got kinda cliche at the end but you need some cheesy shit sometimes, especially after been stabbed)

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The Art of Etiquette Part 8 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Finishing up your shopping trip goes off without a hitch but Jungkook reminds you of what's going on between you two Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 4k~ Warnings: Explicit and suggestive language but nothing crazy lol a/n: This took me literally forever to get out and I'm so sorry but I hope it was worth the wait. I wanted to wrap up this trip quickly and move on but I like the thought of them shopping together so I hope you guys do too! p.s. barely edited as always lol Start from the beginning

After finishing our lunch and finally finding the perfect dress for the event, Jungkook and I head off on our next adventure, bidding adieu to Genevieve once again. 

"So, what's next on the list?" I question after he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. "Well what's a beautiful girl in a beautiful gown without a beautiful pair of shoes and jewelry to match?" he teases and continues on our journey to wherever he has in mind. 

"I guess you're right" I say, sinking into my seat and trying my best not to melt from his compliments. 

He hands me the aux again giving me free reign of the soundtrack of our journey and I play some random choices that have been my current favorites which also happen to be some of his as well. 

"Seems like we're a lot more similar than I thought we were" I laugh after having sung along to boyfriend by Ariana Grande. "What makes you say that?" he says turning down the volume a bit. "Well we like some of the same music, we like the same foods, we both hated a majority of those dresses I tried on" I list off leaving him chuckling a bit at the last one. 

"Can you blame me? You looked like a glorified ballerina in half of those and the others just looked way too painful to wear for a few minutes let alone a few hours" he says and I respect his honesty. 

"I'm glad we found 'The One' eventually" I say in quotations, still not 100% sold on it yet. "You didn't like it?" he asks, looking genuinely concerned. "If you didn't like it we could've talked to her and seen if she could've ordered a different one" he says, quickly showing me that there's time to change things if I'm still unsure. 

"No, no the dress is fine it's just...well I haven't ever worn a gown like that before. The closest thing I could think of would be a dress I wore to a school dance but that obviously was no where near as expensive as that one" I ramble leaving him chuckling at my nervousness. 

"What's so funny?" I ask, furrowing my brow and demanding an explanation. "It's just that you look adorable" he chuckles leaving me groaning and sinking back into my chair. "Hey I'm serious you looked very beautiful in the dress and I promise you're gonna look stunning at the event as well" he assures, trying to lift my spirits and it does the trick thankfully. 

'Who am I to doubt a gorgeous man's words of praise? I just I- What? I- Okay I need to stop thinking about him like that but it's hard not to when he keeps on calling me beautiful and gorgeous and ugh I'm doomed' I scold myself, leaving me averting my vision from him to take in the beautiful view outside my window, just now realizing in how truly gorgeous it looks out here. 

"Everything okay?" he asks, noticing my clear shift in demeanor and I quickly try to clear things up without making things even more awkward. "Yeah no I'm fine. I feel like I never really looked outside my window on this drive since I was sleeping the first time we came here" I explain, hoping he'll accept that as an answer and although he looks suspicious he lets it go. 

"You know, I've been out here so many times that I've forgotten to look around as well. It's a nice drive for sure" he agrees and we sit there for a while, going down the highway and listening to the slow hum of my playlist in the background.

~~~~~

As we get closer to the city I realize that I still have no clue where we're going to get these accessories he had mentioned but I didn't think we would be going to a little couture boutique that I've never bothered setting foot inside. Simply knowing for a fact I would never be able to afford anything. 

"You sure we should start there? I mean I'm sure there are a lot more affordable places close by" I say, trying to back my way out of it but he gently guides me inside and nods his head politely in greeting to the sales women there as we walk through the doors. 

"James wants you to have the best of the best and feel confident at your first outing so he wanted us to start at the top. Just take a deep breath and don't look at the prices alright" he coaches before leaving me to wander around in search of the perfect shoes when unbeknownst to me he's already gotten one of the ladies headed to the back to grab a few pairs that might match the dress. 

"You're size eight in heels correct?" he asks, putting on an heir of sophistication since we're no longer alone. "Correct" I answer as I look at the various colors, styles and flashiness of all the items around me as I make my way further and further into the store. 

"Mr. Jeon?" the woman calls for him and he leads me over to where she's placed the various pairs that he thought might've been suitable for the occasion. 

"See any you like?" he asks, watching as I observe the array he had chosen and I pick a plain black pair to start. "These seem nice" I say as I try it on for size and notice they're a tad too tight. "You think they would match the dress well though?" he questions and when I think back to it I realize that we should probably keep looking.

~~~~~~ 

After trying on a dozen more I feel as though we'll never find the right ones until I notice a pair that's on display in the front window. "What about those ones?" I ask, pointing to them and he waves the woman down that had been helping us and she nods before going to retrieve them for me. 

"You're in luck Miss, these are the last pair we have. They are a half size small but go ahead and try them on" she says, placing the box down on the bench beside me.

When I go to take them out Jungkook places his hand on top of mine and I pause, looking over at him to question his motives. "Allow me?" he offers and I nod my head, caught off guard but letting him do as he pleases. 

He takes off the last pair I had just tried on and slips the first shoe on with ease, almost as if they had been made for me. Once he's gotten the other shoe on as well he steps back and holds out his hand, asking me to stand up and walk around in this last hopeful pair. I do as I had done time and time again this but lose my footing as I take my first step. 

"Woah there" he says, letting me fall into his chest, avoiding any further injury for the day. "Are you alright?" he asks and when I lean back to respond my breath catches in my throat, nudging my nose against his. 

"I- um yeah, yes I'm fine" I stammer after having stared at his lips for a beat too long, stepping back and again losing my footing leaving him having to grab me by my hips to steady me again. "Maybe we should take a break from the shoes for the day" he chuckles and I look down at my feet with an excuse of checking out the heels like I had before but noticing that these might actually work. 

Taking a closer look in the mirror I watch myself walk up to it and notice that for once I don't look like a baby gazelle learning how to walk for the first time while also realizing that the color and style matches somehow perfectly after having seen them up close. 

I turn to look back at Jungkook and see a satisfied smile, knowing that we've found the ones. "Those it?" he questions, still leaving the choice up to me and I smile and nod, loving the fact that our efforts were not in vain. 

He makes a nod at the sales woman, asking her to ring them up while he walks up behind me. Looking at our reflection I notice that although these heels are a tad bit higher than my usual ones he's still taller which makes them even more perfect.

"You tired?" he asks, placing a hand on my hip after taking in the sight of the both of us and guiding me back over to the bench so I can finally put my own shoes back on, leaving me thanking my past self for wearing boots instead of some sort of heel as well.

"A little" I say after having slipped my feet back into the boots, standing up and yet again losing my footing, this time only giving Jungkook the chance to grab onto my hand as I thankfully sit right back down on the bench instead of landing on the floor.

"Tried on one too many huh?" he laughs, holding my hand to now aide in steading my balance from the start making me smile awkwardly in thanks for him yet again saving me from my clumsy self. "Yeah maybe" I laugh, picking up my bag and we slowly make our way over to the counter where he pays without bothering to ask for a price.

"How much were they?" I ask, trying to look over his shoulder to see if I could catch sight of it but before I'm able to the transaction has gone through and they're holding out the bag for one of us to take and Jungkook swiftly receives it before taking ahold of my hand again and thanking the staff as we make our way to the next store. 

"Don't worry about it" he says and guides us aimlessly towards the place I could only assume is to find the jewelry to pull everything together. "What do you mean don't worry about it? I'm sure they were really expensive" I argue but that gets me no closer to getting the price than if I would've stayed silent. 

"The invoice will be sent to Matthew and will be charged to James so don't worry about it" he says, assuring me that although he paid this isn't coming out of his pocket. "Fine" I huff and follow him blindlessly before stopping in my tracks in front of the next store. 

"What's wrong?" he asks, looking back at me as we've still got our hands connected leaving him stopping as well. "Jungkook this is Cartier like Cartier the luxury jewelry brand" I say, stunned at even the thought of owning something as expensive as what I might find there. 

"I am aware. Would you prefer to go to Tiffany instead?" he asks, pointing out the Tiffany blue store just a few doors down. "No! I mean no, it's just that this is all so expensive I feel like I could get away with wearing something a lot less pricey than this" I say, trying to explain my way out of adding another dollar to what I assume is the already exorbitant total. 

"Like I said, James wants the best for you and I'm sure your mother is going to enjoy looking at the pieces you've gotten as well" he says placing a hand on my lower back and guiding me in again were we're met with an overwhelming amount of silver and gold and everything in between all enclosed in glass cases. 

"I think these would be perfect thank you" Jungkook says after we've agreed upon a set that would again match the dress but isn't too crazy flashy so it couldn't be used again.

"Are we all done?" I question, not being able to think of another thing that we could possibly need. "We just need to make one more stop" he says and I nod my head, going with the flow since against my best efforts I haven't been able to convince him to stop spending more and more money on me. 

"I thought we were done with the jewelry shopping" I say, as we walk towards the Tiffany store he had mentioned before. "James wanted to get you one last thing as some sort of a thank you for being a good sport and going through all of these lessons or something like that. Anyways he already ordered it so we just need to pick it up" he says and I nod my head, following him in.

Wandering around the store while he talks to the employee about said gift I find myself staring at one necklace in particular and being fascinated by it's simplistic yet elegant look. "Find something you like?" Jungkook whispers in my ear leaving me flinching and taking a step back bumping into him in the process. 

"Stop doing that" I groan and he laughs before leaning in and checking out the case trying to follow my line of sight. "Excuse me, can she try on this necklace?" Jungkook asks, calling the man over that he had spoken to earlier and he nods and makes his way behind to counter we're standing at.

"I was just looking" I try to deny him but he nevertheless nods when the man points to the silver necklace with the small teardrop shaped diamond pendant. He hands it to Jungkook and I look down at it in his hand and see that it looks even prettier up close. 

"You sure you don't wanna try it on?" he asks with a knowing smile and I give him a bashful one back before he nods his head towards the mirror sitting on the courter. I turn around to face it while moving my hair out of the way so he can put it on for me and I immediately fall in love with it.

 He watches my eyes light up in the reflection and nods to the salesman to ring us up for this one as well before even giving me a chance to refuse. I look at the necklace for a while longer, taking in how it looks at different angles and am shocked at how much a small little diamond like that could shine so bright and before I'm able to say a word to him about giving it back he's asking me if I'm ready to go. 

"Let me just give this back and I'll be right there" I say, reaching around my neck to take it off but he walks up and takes my hands down and shakes his head. 

"No, James already got me something from here. I couldn't possibly get another piece as well. I feel as if I'm taking advantage of his kindness" I say, feeling more and more guilty as I imagine how many zeros have been added to the total for this stupid ball. 

"You're not taking advantage of it I promise. Trust me, if anyone else in your position was given free reign to get whatever they thought they 'needed' for one event they probably would've maxed out the card before leaving the first store" he jokes and I smile at his efforts, still feeling incredibly guilty. 

"Okay" I mouth silently and he holds out his hand, leading me out of the store again.

"Jungkook" I call for his attention, curious about something. "Yes?" he answers, stopping so he can look at me properly while I speak to him. "Why have you been holding my hand so much today?" I ask him, leaving him loosening his hold but me tightening mine in response making his worried expression that was once there disappear. 

"I just thought it would be easier for you to follow me especially since it's been a bit crowded today. I didn't want to lose you" he says, looking down at our conjoined hands and smiling, seeing how I have no intention of letting go. 

"Well it's not crowded anymore" I say, looking around at the path we had once traveled. "Sorry I guess it was just a reflex of mine I did not mean to-" "It's fine. I was just teasing you" I say, squeezing his hand, switching roles and leading him to where his car is parked. 

"We're going home right?" I ask and without realizing it the simple words had made his heart flutter a bit leaving him clearing his throat before responding. "Yes, I assume your mother is waiting for you to come home for dinner so I'll go ahead and drop you off now if you'd like?" he asks, leaving it open ended as if he wanted to spend more time together. 

"Oh was there something else we had to do?" I ask, curious to see if he had something in mind. "No nothing, I just thought you might've wanted to get a coat or shall of some sort since the weather is still rather cold these days" he says, no doubt coming up with an excuse to cover up his motives. 

"Sure, I'd love that" I say, smiling up at him and notice how red the tips of his ears have gotten, making me even more happy I said yes to staying with him a while longer. 

He smiles in response and leads us to the first store he can think of that might have something I'd like and as we go through rack by rack we get to talking more casually and before we know it the stores are about to close.

"Let's get you home" he says walking us back to his car where he opens the door for me yet again before driving off.

~~~~~~  

"Thank you so much for all of your help today. I feel as though I would've been lost without you" I admit as we pull up to my house. "I am aware" he says, giving me a mischievous smile before getting out of the car to open the door for me again. 

"Hey! I was trying to be nice and then you go and act al-" "All what?" he teases, cutting me off as he helps me out of the car, leaning against it and trapping me, granting me little to no room to escape even if I tried. "All cocky" I say, lifting my chin up and being confident in my words, full well knowing I'm melting on the inside. 

"Is that so? I guess we've skipped the lesson of getting rid of that dirty little mouth of yours now haven't we?" he taunts, cocking a brow at me and it takes everything in me not to fall to my knees and suck him off right now. 

I nod my head and he tongues his cheek before glancing down at my lips and pushing off the car, giving me room to breathe only for a moment before pulling me into him, moving me out of the way so he can close the passenger door behind me. 

"Let's get you inside. It's past your bedtime Princess" he rasps in my ear before letting go of me and walking towards my house leaving me standing there speechless, leaving me standing there for a minute, trying to take in everything that just transpired. 

'Princess? Where does he get off calling me Princess and why the hell did it make me want him even more? I swear this man is trying to kill me' I think to myself before he calls after me telling me to hurry up. 

"Coming!" I say and mentally curse myself, 'Really? Out of all the things you could've said you said that?' and I can tell that Jungkook's thinking the same thing as he grants me with another cheeky smile before knocking on the front door. 

One of the maids answers the door and Jungkook asks her if there's someone who can get all the bags out of the car and she scurries off and grabs someone to do so. 

"Oh there you are! I thought you would've been back ages ago!" my mother says as she walks up to us, clearly more excited to see Jungkook than she is to see me. "She didn't give you any trouble did she?" she asks, giving me a once over before turning her attention back to him. 

"No, on the contrary she was itching to finish up sooner but I wanted to make sure we had everything she needed before bringing her home. It's been a pleasure spending time with her outside of the classroom and helping make sure she's more than ready for the ball" he says, merely glancing at my mother before looking back at me, my eyes going back and forth between the two of them, feeling shy under his gaze again. 

I swear he always does this right before he leaves because he likes to watch me squirm. What happened to the pure kind man that I had just been with today? Now suddenly replaced by the devilish tempter just daring me to make a move on him. 

After my mother has thanked him and tried to persuade him to come in for a while with him trying to refuse and I come to his aide and shoo my mother away.

"Mom I think I've taken up more than enough of his time today don't you? I'll walk you out" I say quickly, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out while he says his goodbyes to her. 

"You trying to get rid of me?" he teases, amused by my hurried solution to ending the conversation. "No I just figured there must be something better for you to do than deal with my mother and her antics" I say and he chuckles in response only stopping when I've finished dragging him all the way to the driver's side of his car. 

"Thank you for everything today, really" I say looking down at the gravel under our feet, holding my breath and waiting for that cocky response again but it never comes. "It was truly a pleasure I assure you of that" he says, hooking a finger under my chin to bring my eyes up to him. 

My eyes dart back and forth between his and he leans in again just as he did last night this time giving me an almost featherlight kiss, hardly anything more than brushing his lips against mine, making my breath hitch, frozen and spellbound by his touch. 

"Goodnight Princess" he says against my lips, still barely there but enough to feel his touch as his breath warms my lips, feeling frozen once he's pulled away and sat down in his car. 

"G-goodnight Mr. Jeon" I let out, barely able to break free from the mental hold he has on me making him chuckle at my reaction before giving me once last glance. Dragging his eyes up and down my form before pulling out of the driveway, leaving me feeling utterly naked under his heated gaze.

As I walk back up I see my mother scurrying down the hallway, no doubt trying to hide the fact that she had been spying on us but I wouldn't expect anything less from her. 

No matter how much she tries to hide it at the end of the day she's really just a busybody that loves to gossip but I've grown tired of it. Not even bothering to care if she sees. With the way Jungkook and I have been playing this push and pull for a while it'll only be a matter of time before we end up together. 

Or at least I hope we do...  

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 53 part 1: Point of No Return

A/N: We are finally here you guys! Will y/n marry Ichiji? Will there be an objection?. We also have a little ode to Phantom of the Opera, felt like this song really adds flair to everything. We have also a surprise guest in this chapter and believe me when I say, the angst with this character… Thank you guys so much for following alone, liking, reblogging and commenting. We are about to really dive in deep, as we have a few more chapters left in the whole cake and heading to Wano. Without further ado… let the adventure begin!

Sanji X Reader, OP x Reader

Y/N POV.. 

“Hold on! Can we vote first?” Nami exclaimed, her eyes wide with concern.

“Maybe we should re-evaluate things before jumping into this,” Brook added

“Nah, it’s okay! Besides, I have an idea that will blow everyone’s mind!” Luffy laughed, his enthusiasm infectious. I couldn’t help but chuckle along with him, feeling the tension ease for a moment.

I glanced at the clock, and my stomach dropped. “I gotta head out soon…” I said, feeling the weight of my arranged marriage pressing down on me. The thought of what awaited me made my heart race with anxiety. 

“It’s a deal then. You better pull this off, right? Do you know when to do it?” Bege asked, his eyes sharp with focus.

“Yeah, it’s when Sanji kisses Pudding,” Luffy replied with a grin.

“I’m not kissing her!” Sanji exclaimed, looking at me with a mix of frustration and longing. “Besides, these lips belong to someone else…” he muttered silently, his gaze lingering on me.

“What about you, princess? Are you ready to tie the knot with your future husband Ichiji?” Bege said, and I tensed at the mention of his name.

“Hell no!” I retorted, a surge of defiance rising in me. “But it’s not like I have a choice in the matter. Unless someone objects, the plan needs to be in motion.”  removing one blade and placing it inside the satchel,I then removed my thigh halter and the other blade securing it inside the coat pocket, along with removing Zoro’s bandana from my head.

I stood up and made my way toward Nami. “Nami, mind holding these for me once more?” I smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I won’t get shocked or on fire, will I…” she asked, a hint of apprehension in her voice.

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, Nami, they’re also set to protect. If they glow, you’ll know what emotion I’m feeling.” I silently made my way behind the sofa, preparing myself for what was to come.

“This is ridiculous, Y/N! You’ll die too!” Sanji said, gripping his hair in distress.

“That’s a price… I’m willing to make…” I said softly, a smile creeping onto my face, trying to reassure him.

“I’m not letting you do this!” Sanji insisted, desperation lacing his voice.

“There’s not much choice we have here! Besides, my wedding is first, then it’s yours, and yours is the most important one!” I yelled, the tension of the moment thickening.

Luffy turned to me, nodding his head in understanding. “You have a plan, don’t you, Y/N?” he asked, smirking.

I smirked back, feeling a rush of confidence. “Always, Captain, reckless but still…” I replied with a laugh.

“Good, Nami, make sure you see her through the mirrors if possible. That way, we can communicate if needed,” Luffy said, already reading my mind about the plan.

“Thanks for understanding, Captain,” I said, feeling grateful for his support.

Luffy laughed. “Now back to Sanji’s situation,” I said, crossing my arms. “Everyone and the whole world will turn their eyes for the kiss,” Brook explained.

“Once Pudding’s veil is lifted, she’ll attempt to shoot Sanji,” Brook continued.

“I’ll dodge the bullet, but no kiss. Let the gunshot be your cue,” Sanji said, now standing next to me, determination shining in his eyes.

“Easy, that works for me,” Luffy replied, nodding.

Bege began to go over the plan once more. “So it’s a race against time,” he said, his tone serious.

“It all rides on Strawhat,” Bege added. “As soon as you finish your dirty work, we’ll make our way to the mirror world. Think of a mirror big enough.”

“The dresser should work,” Nami suggested.

“What about the one in my room?” I chimed in. “It’s covered, but it is big. Either way, if one doesn’t work, we still have a backup.”

“We’ll be taking off in no time,” Nami assured us.

“There’s no room for error,” Pedro warned. 

“Once each of us is back in our ships, the alliance is over. Good luck out there.” said Bege

“You too!” Luffy replied, his voice filled with determination. 

Just as we were about to stand to commence the plan, Bege raised his hand to stop us. "Before I end this meeting..." he said, snapping his fingers. One of his men brought over a sheet of paper, and Bege passed it to me with a grin. "This, princess, is for you."

I took the paper, my eyes scanning the lyrics and musical notes. "What's this?" I asked, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.

"Your husband expects you to know this song. It will be your wedding entrance theme," Bege replied, puffing on his cigar.

"Yet here I am finding out now?!" I shot back, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

"He said your entrance, as well as his, needs to be memorable," Bege added with a smirk. "He knows how to make a scene."

Brook stepped forward, his skeletal fingers gently taking the sheet from my hands. His eyes scanned the notes, and his face grew somber. "I know this song... this is no ordinary piece."

"Why don’t you play it?" Bege suggested, his voice dripping with amusement.

I glanced at Brook, and he nodded, lifting his violin with a sense of reverence. I muttered, "The Point of No Return... fitting."

"This is absurd," Sanji muttered, tugging at his hair, his frustration barely contained.

Brook’s bow touched the strings, and the haunting melody filled the room, cutting through the tension like a blade. The music curled around me, its melancholy tones weighing heavily on my chest. I picked up a glass of wine, holding it tight, trying to steady myself as I sang.

“Past the point of no return… no going back now.”

My voice came out shaky at first, but as the music built, so did the emotions inside me. Brook's face mirrored the pain in my voice, tears spilling from his hollow eyes as he played each note with aching precision.

“Our passion-play has now, at last, begun.”

Chopper sniffled, trying his best to hold back tears, while Carrot pressed her hands to her mouth, her large eyes misting over. Nami’s sobs were barely muffled, her hand clenched against her chest, the weight of everything crashing down on her.

“Past all thought of right or wrong,One final question,How long should we two wait, before we’re one?”

Jinbei stood solemnly, his shoulders heavy with sadness, while Pedro tugged his hat down further to hide the emotion etched into his features. Their expressions reflected the deep sorrow and helplessness we all felt.

“When will the blood begin to race?The sleeping bud burst into bloom?”

My grip on the wine glass tightened as the lyrics pulled me deeper into the moment, the reality of the mission, the wedding, and everything in between becoming painfully real. I felt my heart race, torn between duty and the storm of emotions crashing through me.

“When will the flames, at last, consume us?”

The glass shattered in my hand, blood and wine mingling as they dripped to the floor. But I barely noticed. The physical pain was nothing compared to the ache inside me, a weight that grew heavier with every word I sang.

“Past the point of no return,The final threshold,The bridge is crossed,So stand and watch it burn…”

My voice cracked as I whispered the last line, the truth of it choking me. I glanced up, first at Luffy, whose eyes were wide with concern, and then at Sanji. His face burned with fury, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. I could see the rage boiling just beneath his calm exterior, his anger directed at the situation, at the twisted game we were all playing.

“We've past the point of no return.”

The final note hung in the air, the silence that followed filled with a palpable tension. Brook's bow stilled, tears streaming down his skeletal face, his eyes filled with sorrow. The music had ended, but the raw emotion it left behind remained, echoing in the stillness.

Chopper wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, while Carrot turned away, unable to look at me without tearing up. Nami’s sobs broke through the silence, her face buried in her hands. Even Jinbei, usually so composed, stood with a deep sadness in his eyes, and Pedro, unable to bear the weight of the moment, hid further beneath his hat.

Bege let out a low whistle, a slow grin spreading across his face as he exhaled a puff of smoke. "Thatta girl," he said, clearly impressed by the display.

I turned toward him, my hands trembling, my chest heaving with the weight of the emotions that had poured out. "Fuck you," I spat, my voice hoarse but defiant.

Bege chuckled, clearly unfazed by my outburst. "That’s the spirit," he said, flicking ash from his cigar. "Now that’s an entrance."

The room was still thick with the remnants of my song, the sadness, the rage, the heartache all coiled tightly around us. And though the plan was about to unfold, I couldn’t help but feel like we had already crossed a line we could never return from.

I could still feel the weight of my earlier song hanging in the air, every note, every emotion lingering like a shadow over us. The rage and heartache twisted in my chest, making it harder to focus on the plan. As if things couldn’t get any worse, Bege casually pulled out another piece of paper, waving it in the air like it was nothing.

"Oh, before I forget..." he began, his tone casual but irritatingly smug.

"What now?" I asked sharply, already on edge.

Bege’s smirk widened as he tossed the paper toward me. "Pudding thought you could sing this piece dedicated to her fiancé over here," he said, nodding toward Sanji with a mockingly pleasant tone.

The words hit like a slap. My eyes narrowed as I caught the paper mid-air. "Hard pass," I snapped, crumpling it slightly in my grip. "She’s getting a punch in the face, if anything."

Bege shrugged, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Not my call to say. But since I’m head of security, Pudding thought, ‘Oh, since Y/N is marrying the Vinsmoke first, she’d have plenty of time to perform it.’ Her words, not mine," he said with a grin, the smugness practically oozing off of him.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" I asked, tilting my head, my voice dripping with venom.

"Maybe a little," he admitted, blowing out a lazy puff of smoke.

Nami, who had been standing nearby with her arms crossed, stepped forward, her curiosity and irritation evident. "What song is it anyway?" she asked, clearly annoyed but intrigued.

I sighed, reluctantly opening the paper. The moment my eyes scanned the lyrics, fury erupted inside me like a wildfire. I clenched the paper tightly, practically crumpling it in my hands. "Ohhh, dear ocean," I muttered under my breath, closing my eyes briefly to calm myself. "I know I was taught rage clouds judgment, but please let me punch this bitch."

Curiosity piqued, Nami stepped closer and grabbed the paper from me. Her expression shifted rapidly as she read the lyrics. First, her jaw dropped in shock. Then, her brows furrowed, and her face twisted into pure rage. She whipped her head around to look at Sanji, fire blazing in her eyes.

Sanji, who had been silent until now, froze as Nami handed me the paper. His cigarette trembled slightly between his fingers as he brought it to his lips, clearly sensing the rising tension. "What... what does it say?" he asked, his voice tight with apprehension.

I glanced at him briefly before looking at the lyrics again. "Let’s see," I muttered, a sharp edge in my voice. "I’m only going to read these lyrics."

Before I could continue, Bege chimed in with a smug grin. "Oh, and she wants you to add choreography, too."

I ignored him and began to read, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Now lay your head down on the pillow Turn the lights down real low I want you to say my name Close your eyes and let your feels go Now you're gettin' real close Baby, I am on the way..."

I stopped mid-sentence, my grip tightening on the paper as rage boiled over. I turned to Sanji, my glare sharp enough to cut steel. "I won’t say the rest—it gets too detailed for my liking." Without a second thought, I lit the paper on fire with my left hand, watching it curl into ash before dropping it on the floor.

Sanji’s eyes widened in alarm as he took a step forward. "Y/N, I didn’t—"

"How many times did you two...?" I asked sharply, my voice low but filled with venom. I didn’t even look at him, my fists clenched at my sides.

Sanji blinked, his confusion clear. "What do you—"

I snapped, cutting him off before he could finish. "I’m asking you a question, dammit. How many times?"

He hesitated, his shoulders tensing as his eyes darted between me and the ground. "Three," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with guilt.

Nami’s jaw dropped in shock. "Three?!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. "Sanji, are you serious right now?!"

I could feel my body trembling as the room spun slightly, the rage and betrayal swirling in my chest like a storm. Before I could react further, Chopper rushed to my side, his tiny hooves gripping my arm. "Y/N, calm down! You’re shaking too much—you’re going to faint!" he cried, his voice filled with worry.

I staggered slightly, my vision blurring as Chopper’s words faded into the background. The betrayal, the humiliation, and the sheer audacity of it all were too much to bear. "Get away from me," I managed to say through clenched teeth, though I didn’t resist as Chopper guided me to sit down before I collapsed entirely.

Sanji looked utterly crushed, his hands trembling as he reached out but hesitated. "Y/N... I never wanted this. I didn’t—"

"Don’t," I said coldly, my voice laced with venom as I glared at him through the tears threatening to fall. "Just... don’t."

Bege chuckled, exhaling a puff of smoke with a smirk plastered across his face. "Well, this is shaping up to be one hell of a rehearsal," he said, his amusement cutting through the heavy atmosphere. "If the tea party’s half this dramatic, it’ll go down in the history books."

"Y/N, your blood pressure—come sit down," Chopper urged, his tiny hands tugging at mine. His concern softened the sharp edge of my anger just enough for me to let him guide me toward the sofa.

"I’m just so angry right now," I muttered, sitting down heavily as Nami wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Her silent support kept me from spiraling further as I buried my face in my hands, fighting against the heat building behind my eyes.

Brook stepped forward cautiously, his usual humor subdued. "Y/N… if only Zoro were here…"

Sanji tensed immediately, the air in the room shifting as his cigarette snapped between his fingers. "Zoro?!" he spat, his voice sharp and tinged with bitterness. "What the hell does moss head have to do with any of this?"

I glanced up from my hands, glaring at him through tear-streaked eyes. "Don’t start, Sanji," I warned, my voice low.

"Oh, I’m starting," he snapped, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Every damn time, it’s Zoro this, Zoro that. What’s he gonna do? Gawk at the moon and grunt his way through this mess? I’m here! I’ve been here!"

"Really, Sanji? You’ve been here?" I shot back, my voice rising. "Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’ve been dancing to Pudding’s tune this whole time!"

"That’s not fair—" Sanji began, but I cut him off, my anger boiling over.

"Fair?!" I stood, forcing Nami to pull back. "You let her manipulate you, Sanji. She wrote this song, based on her experience with you! expecting me to perform like I’m part of her twisted fantasy. And now you’re mad at the mention of Zoro? Get over yourself!"

The room fell silent, the tension hanging heavy in the air. Sanji’s face was a mix of anger and guilt, his fists clenched at his sides. He opened his mouth to retort but stopped, his shoulders slumping.

Chopper stepped forward hesitantly, his voice small. "Y/N, please… your blood pressure…"

I took a shaky breath, letting Chopper guide me back to the sofa. Nami rubbed my back soothingly as I pressed my hands to my face again, this time to hide the tears that wouldn’t stop.

"You’re right," I muttered, my voice breaking. "This is all so ridiculous."

Luffy tilted his head, watching me carefully. "Y/N…" he started, his voice surprisingly soft.

An idea sparked in my mind—a way to take control, to turn this mess into something I could own. I lowered my hands, my expression hardening as I looked at Bege. "Pudding wants me to sing this song?" I said, my voice steady. "Fine. I’ll do it."

"What?!" everyone exclaimed, their voices a mixture of shock and confusion.

"Y/N, are you sure?" Nami asked, her brows furrowing in concern.

Luffy’s eyes widened, but a knowing smirk quickly spread across his face. "Oh, I get it," he said, crossing his arms with an approving nod. "You’re not gonna give her what she wants, huh?"

"Not even close," I said, a smirk of my own forming. "If she wants a performance, I’ll give her one. But it won’t be the kind she’s expecting."

I turned to Bege, my confidence building as I met his amused gaze. "Tell her," I said, my voice dripping with defiance. "It’ll be a performance to remember."

With that, the plan was in motion, the tension still thick in the air. The anger in my chest began to settle, but the unease remained. Sanji and I started to prepare to head back to our respective places, the weight of everything between us hanging in the silence.

As we moved to separate, Sanji stopped, his voice cutting through the quiet. "What do you want?" I said, not turning to face him, still fighting the remnants of my rage.

"I just…" Sanji began, his voice shaky. He let out a long, shaky breath before continuing, "I just want to say I’m sorry. Sorry that I’m a screw-up, sorry for everything." His words were choked, and I could hear the sniffle that followed.

The sound hit me like a punch to the gut. Despite everything, despite the hurt that I had felt, I couldn’t bear to see him so broken. I turned to face him, my expression softening despite the pain still lingering in my chest.

"Sanji," I said quietly, my voice unsteady. "Remember, I don’t hate you. I could never be a cold-hearted person toward you, no matter how much I’m in pain. You’re not a screw-up, Sanji."

Sanji blinked, his eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He took a step closer, his hand reaching up to his face as if he was trying to wipe away the tears threatening to fall. "But I messed everything up, Y/N. I’m not the person I want to be for you… for anyone," he said, his voice cracking.

I stepped closer to him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "Sanji, I won't lie to you, I’m still mad," I began, my voice softening, "but… I'd rather be mad at you than resent you for the rest of my life." I gave him a small grin, hoping to ease some of the tension. "Besides, I have a system. Right now, you're in the 'I'm mad' tier. Soon, you'll be in the 'I'm annoyed' tier, and finally, we’ll reach the 'I'm not mad or annoyed' tier." I said, trying to lighten the mood even if it meant shelving my own feelings for now.

Sanji blinked at me, the corners of his lips twitching like he was about to smile but couldn’t quite manage it. "You really have a tier system for this?" he asked, his voice still tinged with disbelief.

I smirked, finding a little bit of amusement in the absurdity of it all. "Well, the tier system is new," I said, tapping my chin as I spoke. "King taught me that if I lead with rage, it’ll cloud my judgment. And since I got to his island, I was fighting with rage most of the time. So when King told me I needed to not lead with rage, I learned to compartmentalize my emotions and channel them into something more positive… even if my plans are reckless." I shrugged a bit, the smile never quite fading from my lips. "It works… for the most part."

Sanji shook his head, a faint smile breaking through despite the heaviness in the air. "You're something else, Y/N," he muttered, a little awe in his voice.

Just then, Luffy’s voice rang out from behind us, his grin infectious as always. "Y/N, Sanji! You ready?" he called, his enthusiasm so unmistakable it made my smile widen.

I turned to him with a bright smile of my own, trying to put all of the tension behind me for now. "Always, Captain," I replied, my tone teasing yet filled with determination as I made my way back toward the mirror, adjusting my outfit and preparing for the next part of the mission

I finally made it to Ichiji's room, slipping through the mirror with a practiced ease. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows over the regal decor, and I could hear the soft sound of his breathing. His still figure lay motionless on the bed, his face calm and relaxed, completely unaware of my presence.

“Perfect,” I thought, the adrenaline from the mission still pumping through my veins. Silently, I removed my heels, making sure not to make a single sound as I placed them where they had been before, near the dresser. My coat followed, draped over the chair by the window, just as it had been.

I reached down and carefully slid off my thigh halter, the blade hidden within, and tucked it into the deep pocket of my coat. Everything had to look exactly as it did before—no trace of anything out of place. Dropping it in the same spot, I turned back towards the bed.

With deliberate movements, I tiptoed closer, my gaze never leaving Ichiji’s sleeping form. He looked completely oblivious, still drugged from the earlier sedative. I had to move fast but without rushing—any mistake would ruin everything.

Carefully, I lifted the covers, feeling the cool air of the room mix with the warmth of the bed. Slowly, I slid into the space beside Ichiji, my head resting on the pillow just inches from his. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep, steadying my breathing to match his. Every second felt heavy, the silence almost deafening.

Suddenly, I heard a low groan from next to me. “Ughh, my head,” Ichiji muttered, his voice still thick with sleep. “What happened last night?”

I stifled a grin, feeling the moment slip into my hands. Now it’s my moment to shine. I turned over, pressing my body against his bare chest, allowing the warmth of his skin to transfer to mine. I buried my face into his chest, my voice soft and drowsy. "Ichiji... you feel so good," I mumbled, faking the daze of a dream.

Ichiji chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my ear. “You’re not fooling anyone, Y/N,” he said, amusement dancing in his voice. “You’re up to something.”

I smiled inwardly, but played along, my tone sweet and innocent. "Well, we were about to consummate our marriage, a day early," I said in a teasing whisper, "but I guess your brothers gave you too much to drink. Once you were on top of me... you just fell asleep."

Ichiji’s laughter faltered for a moment as he processed my words, his confusion turning to irritation. “A shame too,” I added, tracing my finger lightly across his chest, letting my voice slip into something more sultry. “I was really looking forward to picking up where we left off at dinner... until Yonji interrupted us.”

His body stiffened beneath me, and I could feel the tension rise. “You’re telling me I passed out on top of you?” Ichiji grumbled, his hand tightening on my waist possessively. “Damn those brothers of mine. I’ll kick their asses for that bachelor party.”

I could feel the heat of his anger, but I played it cool, knowing my teasing was hitting the mark. "Well," I continued with a teasing smile, "if it makes you feel any better, I did get a bit carried away... your neck and chest were covered in my lipstick marks, and something else too." I couldn’t help but laugh lightly, feeling a surge of satisfaction at his growing frustration.

Ichiji froze for a moment, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. "You… You marked me, huh?" His voice turned possessive, the tension in his voice impossible to miss. “And now you’re playing with me... well, you're gonna pay for that, Y/N."

He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist as he kissed my neck softly. "I could get used to this," Ichiji murmured against my skin, his lips lingering on the sensitive area just below my ear. "Waking up with my soon-to-be wife in my arms..." He kissed me again, this time more firmly, making sure to give my neck the attention it deserved.

I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through me at his words, feeling a flicker of something warmer in my chest despite the game I was playing. "Ichiji..." I whispered, my voice soft, but teasing. "I’m sure we can finish what we started, if you can manage to stay awake this time."

His response was a low, rumbling chuckle as he pressed me closer, his lips continuing their trail down my neck. "Don’t worry, Y/N," he whispered in a husky tone, "I’ll be awake for all of it."

Just as his lips met mine again, the soft knock on the door shattered the moment. “Ichiji! Princess! Wake up! Ichiji, we have your wedding to get ready for!” Yonji’s voice echoed through the wood, and Ichiji let out an annoyed growl. “I’m busy!” he yelled, his hand still exploring my body.

Yonji knocked again, more insistent this time. “C’mon, Ichiji! You can’t keep your soon-to-be wife all to yourself! You’re about to marry her!”

Ichiji grumbled but didn’t stop his ministrations, and I could feel the tension rising in the air. "Perfect," I thought, capitalizing on this distraction. I rid myself of the blanket, quickly slipping my bra back on while I caught a glimpse of Ichiji getting up to open the door. He stood shirtless, clad only in his underwear, a perfect display of his toned body.

“Nice view,” I thought, a sly smile creeping onto my face as I grabbed my coat, tying it around my waist and sliding my heels back on. My hands found the secure feeling of my blade and thigh halter inside the coat pocket, ready for action.

“I’m trying to have a relaxing morning with my soon-to-be wife!” Ichiji growled, exasperation seeping into his tone.

“Yeah, well, there are soldiers outside looking for the princess to get her ready,” Yonji replied. “Also, you might want to check in the mirror, dear brother. Seems to me you had a wild night.” Yonji laughed, and I could see Ichiji's irritation mount as he turned toward the mirror.

He paused, taking in the lipstick marks on his body and the faint bruise on his neck—a subtle reminder of our night together. I couldn’t help but smirk. Phase 1 complete, I thought triumphantly.

I laughed softly as I slipped past Ichiji, who was busy examining himself in the mirror. “Good morning to you too, brother-in-law,” I called out playfully.

“Princess, well, it seems to me you too had a wild night,” Yonji said, winking at me.

“Well, what can I say? I’m sort of a wild card,” I said, faking a bright smile, all while my heart raced with excitement for what was to come.

“Princess, I’m here to escort you to the bridal suite,” said one of the chess piece soldiers, stepping forward with a formal bow.

“That’s my cue to leave,” I said, forcing myself to act casual.

“Wait a—” Ichiji began, but I cut him off, ignoring him as I allowed the soldier to guide me away.

Phase 2 is about to commence, I thought, anticipation coursing through me. The plan was unfolding perfectly, and I could feel the weight of my resolve growing stronger with each step I took away from him.

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We finally arrived at the bridal suite, and as I walked inside, I was greeted by Reiju. “Reiju!” I exclaimed, rushing to hug her tightly.

“Were you able to meet your crew?” she asked, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

I nodded eagerly. “Yup, we have a plan ready for Sanji.” The excitement bubbled within me as I recalled our frantic whispers and hurried glances, all centered on our daring escape.

“What about you?” Reiju asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

“I have somewhat of a plan. I just need someone to object, which means the wedding will be nullified,” I explained, my heart racing with the enormity of what lay ahead.

“And who’s going to do that?” she pressed, concern etching her features.

“Hopefully a miracle. If not, it’s plan B,” I replied, my resolve hardening.

“And what’s plan B?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“Be a runaway wife,” I said with a frustrated sigh. “But I can’t; I have these stupid cuffs on me.” I gestured to the restraints Ichiji had placed on me when I first arrived in Germa, their cold metal reminding me of my captivity.

“They’re fake, princess. Don’t worry,” Reiju reassured me, her voice steady.

“What? Are you serious?!” I gasped, feeling a spark of hope ignite within me.

“Yes, I switched yours out when you were in the medical ward the first time,” she said, her tone earnest.

“Okay, so plan B might still be an option.” Relief washed over me, and for the first time, I felt a sense of possibility.

Just then, a knock echoed through the door, and attendants hurried in, bustling with preparations for the wedding. “Looks like we gotta get ready,” I said, trying to steady my breath as my heart raced in my chest. I couldn't deny the nervous excitement that was building within me—this moment was a mix of anticipation, dread, and something else I couldn’t quite name.

After a few minutes of rushing through a quick wash and brushing my teeth, I stood before a full-length mirror, about to slip into the dress that was supposed to mark the beginning of a new chapter. My hands shook slightly as I pulled the gown from its hanger.

When I started putting it on, however, I realized something was different. The fabric felt a bit more lavish than I remembered, and as I ran my fingers over it, I noticed the changes. “Hey, Reiju? Didn’t we get a different dress?” I asked, eyeing the gown suspiciously as I adjusted the fabric around me.

Reiju, standing nearby with a knowing smile, seemed pleased with the changes. “They added a few modifications to it,” she replied, her voice carrying a hint of pride. “You deserve something extra special for today.”

As I examined the dress more closely, the alterations became clear. The once simple gown had been transformed into something far more regal. Pearl accents were strategically placed, glimmering softly in the light, while the neckline had been altered into a daring deep plunge, adorned with silk and delicate lace. The off-the-shoulder sleeves were sheer lace, tracing the shape of my arms with a soft, ethereal quality. It was stunning—elegant, feminine, and undeniably beautiful.

But as I stared at my reflection, the irony of it all settled in my chest. I was trapped in this gilded cage, this dress a symbol of the future I didn’t want. The irony wasn't lost on me—this dress was a thing of beauty, yet it felt like another chain binding me to a life I had no choice but to live.

As an attendant worked on my hair, I heard another knock on the door. “Reiju, who is—” I began, but my words caught in my throat as the door swung open to reveal someone I never expected to see amidst all this chaos.

“King…” I whispered, my heart leaping at the sight of him. He walked in wearing a tailored suit, a small gift cradled in his hand.

“Princess,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes searching mine.

“I can’t believe it’s really you…” I whispered, overwhelmed with emotion. I leaped out of the chair and ran to him, throwing my arms around him and bursting into tears, the weight of the situation crashing down on me.

“Reiju, can you and the attendant give us a moment?” I requested, my voice muffled against King’s shoulder. She nodded, ushering the attendant out and closing the door behind them.

“What are you doing here?!” I whispered-yelled, pulling back to look into his eyes.

“I got an invitation from Big Mom herself…” he replied, his tone serious.

“But what about the others? I’m being forced to marry because you were held hostage, just like everyone else on that island!” Frustration seeped into my voice.

“I know,” he nodded, his expression somber. “When I saw your wanted poster saying ‘Vinsmoke,’ I knew this wasn’t your choice.”

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the stress rise. “They must have threatened you with something too valuable to ignore for you to get to this point,” he continued, his voice trembling with anger.

“My crew is here, and we have a plan!” I said, excitement and urgency bubbling up within me. I rushed to the mirror, glancing for Nami. “Nami!” I whispered urgently, but there was no answer. “Damn it!” I gripped my hair in frustration.

“Why would Big Mom invite you?” I asked, still curious about the circumstances that had brought him here.

“Don’t worry about that right now. As for the others, John and Dominck have things under control from what I heard,” he said, alleviating some of the pressure that had been crushing my chest.

“How is Dom, anyway?” I asked, smirking at the thought of him. Dom was King’s right-hand man, and he never went easy on me when we trained, but he was part of the reason I had become so skilled with my punches and kicks.

“He’s doing alright,” King replied, a fond smile creeping onto his face. “Misses you like crazy, even though he doesn’t want to admit it. He was worried sick when he heard you were facing Doflamingo and beat a top executive. I kid you not, whenever he gets the newspaper, he runs to me and shows me your wanted posters. We have a few up in the office. When we saw you in that tiara and that red corset dress, we were both cracking jokes!”

“I knew it!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands to my sides in mock indignation. “I called it to my partner Zoro too!”

King let out a hearty laugh. “Dominick nearly had a heart attack reading about your recklessness with Straw Hat,” he said, still chuckling.

“You should know by now that ‘reckless’ is my middle name, King,” I teased, leaning against the wall as the tension between us began to melt away with our laughter.

“I swear, one of these days your recklessness will land you in even more trouble,” he said, shaking his head with an amused grin.

“Probably,” I replied with a smirk. “But isn’t that what makes life exciting?

King then handed me a small box. “I also brought you a gift,” he said, handing it to me.

Curiosity piqued, I pulled the lace off the box and opened it to find a beautiful necklace with a ruby accent. “Why ruby?” I asked, lifting it out delicately.

King stepped closer, unclasping the chain and carefully fastening it around my neck. The ruby nestled perfectly on my collarbone. “Because it symbolizes strength and love. You’ve always been a fierce fighter, Y/N, and I want you to remember that, especially today.”

Tears threatened to spill again as I looked at the necklace and then back at him. “Thank you, King. It’s beautiful.” "It also belong to my mother... at least thats what my father said..." said king 

I paused, my hand lingering on the ruby pendant, my heart swelling at his words. The weight of the necklace in my hand felt heavier than I expected, not just because of its elegance but because of the history that came with it. "Your mother’s?" I asked, my voice soft.

King nodded, his gaze turning distant for a moment. "Yes, she wore it often. My father always said it was a symbol of her strength, the same strength I see in you." His eyes met mine again, and I could see the sincerity, the depth of his words, and the meaning behind them.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling the weight of his words settle over me. His mother's necklace, a piece of her strength now given to me—someone he cared about, someone he trusted. It was a gesture of more than just affection; it was a pledge. A pledge that despite everything happening around us, despite the wedding and the chaos and the dangers, I wasn’t alone in this.

"King, this means more to me than you know," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I won’t forget it."

He gave a small, almost sad smile. "I just want you to know that you're not just a pawn in this whole mess. You're stronger than that. And I... I’ll always be here to remind you of that."

I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the way he cared for me, and it made the situation even more complicated.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” Reiju called from the other side.

“Yes, Reiju!” I replied, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside. King turned to me, his expression reassuring.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll always be here watching you. We’ll figure something out,” he said, wrapping his arms around me in a warm embrace.

“King, please stay close to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Find me, okay?” I pleaded, my voice wavering.

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination as he stepped back. “I will,” he promised before walking out of the room.

Once the door closed behind him, Reiju and the attendant returned. I took a deep breath, trying to center myself.

Minutes passed as I stared at my reflection, taking in my simple yet elegant makeup and curls. The soft glow of the room highlighted my features, the delicate touches of makeup accentuating the sharpness of my eyes and the curve of my lips. The wedding veil rested gently on my head, completing the look. It felt like an out-of-body experience, as if I were watching someone else prepare for the life I didn’t choose. The reflection staring back at me was beautiful, but I felt a hollow emptiness in my chest. This was not my choice, not the life I had dreamed of.

“Perfect!” the attendant exclaimed as she began to leave, her eyes sparkling with approval as she exited the room, leaving Reiju and me alone.

With a sense of purpose, I made my way toward my coat hanging nearby. I grabbed my thigh halter and secured it to my right leg, ensuring it was snug against my skin. My blade was also strapped on, its hue now a deep violet, matching the intensity of my emotions.

I stood up straight, feeling the familiar weight of the weapons at my side, a reminder of my strength and resilience. With a deep breath, I began to walk back toward Reiju, my heart racing with anticipation and determination.

“Are you ready for this?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.

“I have to be,” I replied, my voice steady. “Let’s get this over with.”

Together, we moved toward the door, ready to face whatever challenges awaited us. With King’s promise echoing in my mind and my crew’s plan set in motion, I felt a surge of determination. Today wouldn’t just be about the wedding; it would be about taking a stand for myself and those I cared about.

Nami POV.. 

“Let me see!” Carrot exclaimed, bouncing on her toes as we all huddled inside Bege, our eyes glued to the wedding scene unfolding outside.

“Look at all these people!” I muttered, scanning the crowd. “Is that a bird taking pictures?” Carrot pointed out, her voice tinged with disbelief as she leaned closer to the window.

“In just a few moments, Lelo, the princess will be married to Ichiji… ohhhh!” Vito swooned, practically fanboying over the Germa family as they took their places at the altar.

I rolled my eyes, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “Can you focus, Vito? This is about Y/N, not some royal spectacle.” I felt a pang of anxiety shoot through me at the thought of Y/N being forced into this wedding.

“Look at the decorations, though! They’re gorgeous!” Carrot chirped, still caught up in the spectacle. But my heart was heavy, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all a trap.

“Focus! Y/N is in grave danger!” I snapped, my heart racing with anxiety. “We have to figure something out!” The urgency of our mission pressed heavily on my shoulders.

The guests settled into their seats, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as the ring bearer and flower girl made their entrance, walking down the aisle with innocent smiles. The air was thick with tension, and I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. My eyes wandered to the front, where Judge Vinsmoke had taken his seat, flanked by his family. The sight of them only intensified the dread building inside me.

“Look, there’s Yonji!” Chopper shouted, his small paw pointing excitedly toward the smug-faced Vinsmoke who stood next to the priest in his green suit and white coat. He looked... almost too pleased with himself, like this was some kind of victory for him.

“Yeah, he looks way too happy about this,” I muttered, narrowing my eyes at Yonji. His casual demeanor felt so out of place for a wedding, especially one that had been so forced on Y/N. His nonchalance was like a slap in the face, as if this whole thing was just another game to him.

"So Yonji is the best man?" I asked, more to myself than anyone else, but my voice was tinged with frustration. It didn't sit right with me.

“We’ve got great seats!” Brook said, peering through the small window, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can almost see the bride’s dress from here! Oh, how lovely!” His enthusiasm was infectious, but I couldn’t share in it.

“Brook, focus!” I said, waving my hand in front of his face. “This isn’t just a show. Y/N’s life is on the line! We need to find a way to disrupt this whole thing!”

Just then, violins began to play, filling the air with an unsettling elegance. "It's the point of no return!" Brook yelled, his excitement only amplifying my anxiety. The door swung open, and Ichiji stepped in, strutting confidently down the aisle. 

Strutting confidently down the aisle, Ichiji’s presence commanded the room. His striking red hair was slicked back, each strand gleaming with a hint of shine. He wore a sharp, tailored black suit that contrasted perfectly with his fiery hair. The fabric of the suit was sleek, and the jacket hugged his broad shoulders and trim waist in a way that showcased his athletic build. A deep crimson tie was knotted neatly under his collar, complementing the boldness of his hair while adding a pop of color. A white rose was pinned to his lapel, adding an elegant touch to his otherwise imposing appearance.

But it wasn’t just his suit that drew attention—his red-tinted sunglasses completed his look, adding an air of mystery and arrogance to his every move. The glasses shielded his eyes, making it impossible to read his emotions, but the smugness in his posture said it all. With every step he took down the aisle, he radiated self-assurance and a sense of superiority.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced with a smirk, “before we begin, my fiancée and I wanted to show you a little entrance.” The guests turned their attention to him, their faces lighting up with anticipation.

“Tch, more like he forced her to do it,” I muttered, feeling my fists clench in frustration. The very sight of Ichiji reveling in this moment made my blood boil.

As he began to sing, his voice rang out pitch-perfect, gliding through the notes with an ease that sent shivers down my spine. I could hardly bear to watch, yet I was captivated, trapped in the spell he wove with each lyric.

As Ichiji continued, his voice reverberated through the venue, each word dripping with charm.

“You have come hereIn pursuit of your deepest urge,In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent… silent…”

His voice floated through the air like silk, enchanting the audience with its smoothness.

“I have brought youThat our passions may fuse and merge,” he sang, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “In your mind you've already succumbed to me…”

The lyrics wrapped around us like a warm embrace, but beneath the surface, I could feel the tension rising. The moment felt surreal, as if we were caught in a twisted dream where Ichiji had the upper hand.

“Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me,” he continued, the arrogance in his tone sending a chill down my spine. “Now you are here with me, no second thoughts… You’ve decided, decided.”

“Past the point of no return!” he proclaimed, smirking as he glanced back at the closed door, knowing Y/N was just behind it, waiting for her cue.

“No backward glances,” Ichiji sang, confidence radiating from him. “Our games of make-believe are at an end!”

“Past all thought of if or when,” he added with emphasis, his eyes shining with victorious glee.

“No use resisting,” he taunted, a satisfied grin plastered across his face, as if he had already won the battle for Y/N’s heart. “Abandon thought and let the dream descend…”

As he finished the verse, I felt a surge of anger, realizing that this was all a trap—a cruel game played at Y/N’s expense. I clenched my fists tighter, my heart racing.

Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed the satchel Y/N had handed back to me earlier. Her blade glowed with a low white hue, pulsing softly as if urging me to act.

“What raging fire shall flood the soul?” Ichiji sang again, the emphasis on “fire” sending a small spark of fire flickering into the air, igniting my resolve.

“What the hell was that?!” I yelled, my voice echoing through Bege’s body.

“Pipe down in there!” Bege snapped, hitting his chest in frustration, but I couldn’t hold back.

“What rich desire unlocks its door?” Ichiji continued, locking eyes with another woman in the audience before turning back to the captivated crowd. 

“It's like I’m watching an opera in front of me!” Brook exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration as he soaked in Ichiji’s theatrical performance. “What a voice! What flair! Ichiji’s got the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand!”

“Yeah, but this isn’t just a show!” I snapped, trying to keep my focus on Y/N behind that door. “It’s a damn nightmare! He’s trying to claim her, and we can’t just sit here!”

Chopper, visibly distressed, looked from me to Brook. “But he’s so good! I—I don’t want Y/N to get hurt!” His small hands trembled as he watched Ichiji, who was now basking in the admiration of the audience, his ego inflating with every note he sang.

“What sweet seduction lies before us?” Ichiji crooned again, his charm captivating every soul in the room, even those who knew the truth about him. He turned to another guest, giving her a flirtatious wink before leaning in to kiss her hand once more, which sent the crowd into a fit of giggles and applause.

“It’s infuriating!” I spat, unable to contain my anger. “Look at them! They’re just lapping it up like fools!”

“Can’t we do something?” Carrot whispered urgently, her eyes darting around, searching for a way to intervene.

Ichiji engaged the guests, his charm palpable as they ate up his performance. I could see the audience swaying, completely enchanted. “Ugh, this is torture,” I groaned, my frustration boiling over as he continued his performance.

“Past the point of no return!” Ichiji sang, his voice ringing out as he neared the altar, his presence commanding every eye in the venue. The priest stood waiting, a solemn figure next to Yonji, who wore a smug grin, clearly reveling in the spectacle.

Ichiji continued, his tone dripping with seductive allure, “The final threshold—what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?” He flashed a charming smile, his arrogance unwavering, as he shook the priest’s hand, signaling that this farce was nearing its climax.

I could feel my heart racing as he turned to face the door, where Y/N was still hidden away, trapped in the nightmare of this forced wedding. “Beyond the point of no return?” he crooned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he awaited her entrance.

“God, I can’t take this!” I hissed, my fists clenched tight. Brook nodded, his expression serious for once. “He’s like a villain in an opera, drawing everyone in with his charm while hiding the sinister truth.

“You have brought me to that moment when words run dry...” a familiar voice sang, echoing through the venue and drawing every eye toward the door.

I turned to see Y/N stepping into the light, the door now wide open. The collective gasp from the audience was palpable, a wave of awe washing over them. “Wow, she looks so beautiful!” Carrot exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Every detail of Y/N’s wedding dress took my breath away—the intricate lace, the shimmering satin, and the pearls that caught the light perfectly. Even the delicate veil trailing behind her exuded a royal elegance that made her look ethereal.

Brook, still peering out from behind his hiding spot, couldn’t contain himself. “Look, it’s our lovely bride! Just look at that dress! She really does make a beautiful blushing bride!” His voice cracked, tears pooling in his eye sockets as he took in the sight.

“Focus, Brook!” I yelled, thumping him lightly on the head. But I couldn’t deny it—Y/N looked stunning, and even Ichiji was momentarily entranced, his earlier arrogance slipping as he beheld her beauty.

The guests rose to their feet, marveling at Y/N as if she were a goddess gracing them with her presence. “Our princess always knew how to command attention,” Brook murmured, his tone still somber yet filled with pride.

“To that moment where speech disappears into silence... Silence...” Y/N sang, her words heavy with emotion, each note resonating in the still air. Gasps erupted from the audience, clearly oblivious to the true turmoil surrounding this scene.

Yonji slapped a supportive hand on Ichiji’s back, a smirk dancing on his lips, but Ichiji remained focused solely on Y/N, his expression a mix of admiration and possessiveness.

“I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why...” Y/N continued, taking another step forward, her bouquet clutched tightly in her hand, the veil trailing down the aisle floor like a cascade of dreams.

Each step seemed to break the tension, pulling her closer to the altar and away from our reach. The stakes felt higher than ever, and I could sense the urgency in the air.

“In your mind you’ve already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent...” Y/N sang, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she lifted her head, the veil framing her face like a halo. The moment felt surreal, almost enchanting, and I could hardly comprehend what was happening.

“The princess is really selling this, huh?” Bege muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It’s not like she has a choice in the matter!” I yelled, my frustration boiling over. I couldn’t stand to see her caught in this web of deception and forced love.

“Y/N changed the lyrics!” Brook exclaimed, his hollow eye sockets widening in shock.

“What?!” I gasped, a mix of confusion and concern washing over me.

“Now I am here with you, no second thoughts...” Y/N continued, her voice unwavering as she gazed directly at Ichiji through the veil. There was an intensity in her eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. I could see a faint glow emanating from her right leg, a small white hue that flickered like a hidden flame beneath the fabric of her dress.

But due to her elaborate gown, it was barely noticeable, almost as if it was meant to be concealed. I felt a spark of hope—was she signaling us?

“I’ve decided, decided...” she sang, her voice steady and filled with an emotion that resonated through the crowd. The guests hung onto every word, captivated by her performance, completely oblivious to the internal struggle behind her eyes. As the door closed behind her, it reminded us that there truly was no way out.

My heart raced as I exchanged glances with Chopper, whose worried expression mirrored my own. “What’s she doing?” he whispered, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

“Whatever it is, it’s risky,” I replied, my mind racing with possibilities. Was Y/N trying to turn the tide in her favor?

“It’s not fair,” Chopper muttered, his little fists clenched in frustration. “Luffy is still out getting his plan ready with Jinbei, and Sanji is nowhere to be found!” I shared his concern; I hadn’t seen Sanji anywhere either.

"Past the point of no return, No going back now," Y/N sang, her voice echoing through the venue as she took a bold step forward. With a swift motion, she grabbed her veil and tossed it aside, letting it cascade to the floor like a fallen cloud. Her hair fell in perfect curls, framing her face beautifully, shimmering in the dim light as if she had stepped straight out of a dream.

"Your passion play has now at last begun," she continued, her tone shifting, the lyrics transformed into a declaration of her own will. I could see the determination in her eyes, the fire of defiance igniting behind the veneer of the royal facade.

The moment was electrifying; even Ichiji seemed taken aback, momentarily losing his smirk as he processed the unexpected turn of events. The audience gasped collectively, the atmosphere thick with shock and intrigue.

And then I noticed it—the bouquet she clutched was now flickering with a soft white flame, dancing like ethereal fire in her hands. It was a stunning transformation, a symbol of her inner strength and rebellion against the fate she had been forced into.

“Look at that!” Chopper exclaimed, eyes wide with amazement. “Her bouquet… it’s on fire!”

“It’s a sign!” I shouted, a surge of hope rushing through me.

Ichiji’s expression shifted from surprise to irritation, and I could see the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “What the hell is she doing?” he snapped, clearly caught off guard by Y/N's unexpected change of heart. The guests were now fully captivated, and I could hear Vito’s voice rising above the others, tears glistening in his eyes as he exclaimed, “Ichiji is so lucky to have such a magnificent bride! Look at her!”

“Past all thought of right or wrong…” Y/N continued to sing, her voice growing stronger with each word. She turned gracefully to her left and right, connecting with the audience, drawing them into her resolve. There was a sense of empowerment in her movement, as if she was weaving a spell around them, and I could see the guests captivated, hanging on her every note.

“One final question…” she said, her voice softening for a moment before it crescendoed again, “How long should we two wait before we're one?”

As she held that last note perfectly, the air felt charged, and I could sense the tension building. Ichiji, who had briefly lost his composure, was now smirking again, but this time it was different. There was an underlying annoyance beneath that arrogance, a flicker of uncertainty creeping into his facade as he realized that this performance was more than just a song—it was a declaration of independence.

The audience erupted into applause, mesmerized by her stunning display. "Wow, she really knows how to take control of the moment!" Carrot exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and excitement.

“Look at her! She’s stealing the show!” Brook shouted, his own eyes glistening with tears of pride. “What a brave bride!”

“Go, Y/N!” Chopper squeaked, waving his tiny arms in enthusiasm. “Show him who’s boss!”

Y/N’s gaze remained locked onto Ichiji, a storm of emotions swirling in her eyes. She wasn’t just singing; she was challenging him.

“When will the blood begin to race?” Y/N sang, stepping forward with a fierce determination, her eyes locked onto Ichiji, unwavering. Each word resonated in the air, demanding an answer. The intensity of her gaze pierced through the haze of the ceremony, challenging the very foundation of this forced union.

“The sleeping bud bursts into bloom?” she continued, adding emphasis on the word “burst” as if she were willing the energy of the moment to explode around her. The guests leaned forward, captivated by the power emanating from her.

The atmosphere shifted, thick with tension and anticipation. As she closed her eyes once more, it felt as if she were drawing strength from within, summoning the courage to break free from the chains of her predicament.

“When will your flames at last consume us?” she sang, her voice soaring to a final, powerful note. The moment hung in the air like a blade. A subtle lyric change but enough to catch attention.

Then it happened.

A sudden burst of fire erupted from the ground, an inferno so fierce that it momentarily blinded the room. Y/N stumbled back, eyes wide in shock. The crowd collectively gasped, their once-enchanted expressions replaced with terror and awe. Murmurs rippled through the assembly like wildfire, the heat of the flames only adding to the chaos.

"What the hell was that?!" I yelled inside Bege’s body, feeling utterly helpless as I watched the scene unfold.

"They really splurged on the budget, huh?" Brook quipped beside me, his tone laced with a mixture of humor and amazement. “Though I can’t say I blame them—this is one fiery performance, yohoho!”

I shot him a look. "Brook, this isn’t part of the wedding!"

"Could’ve fooled me," he replied, shrugging casually.

My attention snapped back to Y/N. The flames illuminated her figure, casting her as more than a bride—she looked like a warrior, an unstoppable force of nature. Her expression flickered with shock at first, but something shifted; her eyes grew steady, her posture firm.

“She’s either a victim or the boldest bride I’ve ever seen,” Brook said, his tone still light but with an edge of curiosity.

The room buzzed with tension, whispers rippling through the crowd. Whoever was behind this spectacle, it was clear they had everyone’s attention. And in the heart of it all stood Y/N, shrouded in fire and defiance.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from a Prince of Germa,” Vito chimed in, a smirk on his face, clearly entertained by the unfolding drama.

Ichiji began walking through the flames, a figure of confidence as the fire danced around him without harm. As he stepped closer, he and Y/N sang in unison, “Past the point of no return,” their voices intertwining in a haunting melody that filled the hall.

“The final threshold,” they continued, both stepping forward, the tension palpable. “The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn.”  

Ichiji reached for Y/N, grabbing her by the waist and guiding her arm around his neck. The guests erupted into cheers at the display of “affection.” My stomach churned with anger as I watched him dip Y/N, their faces close as he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. I felt a surge of panic as Y/N faltered for a moment, trying to push him off, but Ichiji pressed harder, pulling her into a trance. It seemed like she was caught in a storm of conflicting emotions, and for a split second, it looked as if she kissed him back.

The cheers from the audience grew louder, fueling Ichiji’s confidence, while I clenched my fists in frustration. “No! This isn’t right!”

But amidst the clamor, one guest held a somber look on his face, his eyes focused intently on the alter. “Who is he?” I thought, a knot tightening in my gut.

As the flames began to die down, Ichiji triumphantly held Y/N’s hand, leading her toward the altar. They transcended into the final lyrics of the song.

“We’ve passed the point of no return,” Ichiji sang, his tone triumphant.

But Y/N, determined to reclaim her voice, changed the lyric, “I’m past the point of no…” She turned back to the door, a flicker of defiance igniting within her.

“Re-turn…” she finished, facing Ichiji, her voice steady.

The guests clapped, oblivious to the undercurrent of rebellion in her words. Yet, the atmosphere was charged; it felt as though the crowd was on the verge of a revelation

“It’s like watching a tragic opera unfold,” Brook murmured, his teary-eyed gaze fixed on Y/N, clearly moved by her performance.

“No, it’s worse than that! It’s a nightmare masquerading as a wedding! This is a wedding from hell!” I snapped, determination surging through me. We had to intervene before it was too late.

“We are gathered here today to join this Princess and this Prince in holy matrimony,” the priest intoned, his voice echoing through the venue, solemn and resonant.

Ichiji stood tall, his confident smirk never wavering. His red-tinted sunglasses glinted under the lights as he glanced at Y/N, who stood rigidly by his side, her face a mixture of resolve and discomfort. The words hung in the air like a weight.

“Ichiji, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep?” the priest asked again, his voice steady and solemn, trying to break through the tension that enveloped the room.

The moment hung in the air, tension palpable as the guests held their breath, eagerly awaiting Ichiji’s response. The lavish decorations around the altar, once meant to symbolize love and unity, now felt like chains binding Y/N to this fate.

“Of course, I do,” Ichiji replied, his smirk widening, arrogance dripping from his words. “With all my heart, I accept this lovely princess as my bride.” His tone was mocking, as if he were performing for an audience rather than committing to a vow.

Y/N’s expression remained unreadable, yet I could see the flicker of defiance in her eyes as she stood there, trapped in the moment. Her hands trembled slightly, a subtle sign of her inner turmoil. The weight of the situation bore down on her, and I felt a surge of desperation.

The flames flickered behind them, casting an ominous glow on the proceedings, intensifying the sense of impending doom. Each flicker of fire danced like the emotions swirling in the room—passion, anger, fear, and a haunting sense of inevitability.

“And do you, Y/N, take Ichiji to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, honor him, comfort him, and keep him?” the priest continued, his gaze unwavering as he turned toward her. The weight of his question seemed to hang in the air like a storm cloud, ready to burst at any moment.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a desperate urge to scream for her to say no, to break free from this hellish situation. The audience leaned in, anticipation thick in the air, their eager faces illuminated by the flickering candles surrounding the altar. They were transfixed, entranced by the spectacle, completely oblivious to the turmoil that gripped Y/N.

“Y/N, please!” I whispered urgently to myself, my fingers itching to break through the barriers and stop this madness. I could feel a fire igniting within me, a fierce desire to rescue her from this nightmare. She was so much more than a pawn in this twisted game; she deserved her freedom and happiness.

The moment of truth had come, and I held my breath, praying she would find a way to escape this nightmare. My eyes were glued to her, searching for any hint of rebellion, any flicker of hope in her expression.

“I…” Y/N hesitated, glancing around as if searching for an escape, her gaze darting to the crowd, then back to Ichiji. My heart raced as I watched her struggle, the weight of the moment pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket.

“Y/N, don’t do it!” Chopper cried out, his little voice filled with panic, breaking through the silence like a shot fired in a quiet room. “You have to fight back! We’re here for you!”

“I…” Y/N continued, her voice trembling as if the words were a physical burden. I could see the conflict warring within her, the longing for freedom clashing with the oppressive reality of her situation.

And then, the moment came—“I do…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmur of the crowd, the simple words echoing in my mind like a death knell.

“No! Crap!” I exclaimed, gripping my hair in frustration, feeling the rush of despair wash over me. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion; I wanted to look away, but I was powerless to do so.

“Y/N, why?!” Brook yelled, his voice breaking, tears streaming down his face as he looked at her with a mixture of anguish and disbelief. “You look absolutely stunning, but this is not how it’s supposed to be! You can’t just give in to that creep!” He shook his head, his expression a painful blend of admiration for her beauty and despair for her situation. His words hung in the air, a haunting reminder of what she was sacrificing.

“Focus, Brook!” I hissed, trying to keep my voice steady. The last thing we needed was to blow our cover.

“We can’t let this happen!” I urged, but with each passing second, it felt like we were losing our chance.

“Sanji needs to hurry,” Carrot murmured, her eyes glued to Y/N as if willing her to find the strength to resist.

As the priest prepared to continue with the ceremony, I felt a surge of desperation. We had to act, and soon. This was not just about Y/N anymore; it was about all of us and everything we stood for.

“Repeat after me,” the priest instructed, his voice calm but firm.

“I, Ichiji, take you Y/N, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part,” Ichiji declared, a smirk plastered across his face as he looked at Y/N. The smugness radiating from him made my blood boil.

“Now Y/N,” the priest prompted, turning his gaze toward her.

“I…” she started, her voice wavering with hesitation.

“I…” she continued, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on her.

“Princess, don’t be nervous! Where’s that bravado?” Ichiji teased, his smirk widening as he played to the crowd. “My future wife is nervous, everyone!” He laughed, and the audience joined in, their laughter cutting through the tension.

“Y/N, follow your heart!” Brook cried out, desperation lacing his voice.

“She truly is the luckiest bride there is, lelo!” Vito added, dabbing at his eyes with a tissue, clearly emotional.

With gritted teeth, Y/N finally spoke up, “I, Y/N, take you Ichiji, to be my husband…”

My heart sank as she continued, “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”

“Shit!” I cursed, clenching my fists as I peered through the small window of Bege’s body. We were running out of time.

“Pipe down over there!” Bege hissed, his frustration palpable.

“Now, it is time to exchange the rings,” the priest announced, and the ring bearer stepped forward, holding the rings with reverence.

“Ichiji, repeat after me,” the priest instructed. “I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.” Ichiji slid the gold band onto Y/N’s finger with an air of triumph, his smirk never wavering.

“Now, princess,” the priest said gently. “Your turn.”

“I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.” Y/N’s hand trembled slightly as she slid the ring onto Ichiji’s finger, and I could see the conflict in her eyes.

“Come on, Y/N!” I whispered urgently under my breath, my heart racing. She couldn’t go through with this; she had to know it wasn’t too late. We needed a distraction, something to break this cycle before it was truly too late.

“And now the groom has written some vows for his lovely bride,” the priest announced, prompting a collective awe from the audience, except for us. “God, this is torture!” Carrot exclaimed, her frustration palpable. “We can't do anything but watch from the sidelines!” I yelled, feeling helpless as I watched the scene unfold.

Ichiji stepped forward, his posture exuding confidence. “Y/N,” he began, his voice smooth and practiced, “from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were destined to be my bride. Your beauty, your strength, and your grace captivate me. I vow to protect you and provide for you, to make you the envy of all. Together, we will rise as Prince and Princess, ruling over Germa with power and prestige.”

The audience erupted in applause, but I could barely contain my anger. “Ugh, what a load of nonsense!” I muttered under my breath, glaring at Ichiji. “He’s just playing to the crowd!”

Ichiji continued, “I promise to love you in public and in private," he declared, a playful wink punctuating his proclamation., “to cherish you as the most valuable treasure in my life. With every fiber of my being, I will ensure that you never lack for anything, and that your every desire is met.” He looked directly at Y/N, his smirk returning. “And if anyone dares to challenge our union, I will crush them without hesitation.”

The crowd roared with approval, but I felt a cold chill run down my spine at his words. “Does he really think this is a game?” I growled, shaking my head in disbelief. “Y/N deserves so much better than this!”

“Y/N, you don’t have to accept this!” Chopper cried, his voice full of determination.

But as Ichiji finished his vows with a flourish, Y/N stood there, trapped between the weight of his promises and the reality of her situation.

“If there is anyone who believes these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest declared, and my heart sank as I saw Y/N lower her head, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

Silence enveloped the hall, thick and suffocating. It felt like time had stopped, and I could hear the soft thumping of my heart echoing in my ears.

“Oh no…” Brook gasped, horror etched across his face. “Y/N!” he cried, his voice breaking.

“By the power vested in me, under the laws of Whole Cake Island... you may now—”

“I object!” a voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone to gasp in shock.

The bird taking pictures continued snapping away, its camera flashing as it captured the moment. “This is big news! One of the members from the Worst Generation gets an objection at her own wedding! I can see the headlines now: Ex-lover objects at royal wedding!” It was chaos as the room erupted into whispers and gasps.

“What is the meaning of this?” Ichiji barked, his smug demeanor evaporating into thin air as confusion washed over his face. “I would like to get back to my wife now!”

The person who objected remained hidden in the crowd, their identity concealed, and the tension in the air thickened. My heart raced; this was the distraction we needed! But who was it? I glanced around, searching for any sign of our allies, praying it was someone from our side, someone who could turn the tide.

Y/N took this diversion to step back, but before she could get too far, Yonji’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. “Looks like we have a runaway bride in our hands,” he taunted, a cruel smile creeping across his face.

“No! Let her go!” I shouted, feeling a surge of panic as Ichiji positioned himself protectively in front of Y/N, blocking her escape.

“Since no one has come forward, we will continue the ceremony,” the priest announced, his voice unwavering despite the chaos surrounding him.

“What?!” We all yelled in unison, disbelief flooding over us. This couldn’t be happening! “There’s an objection; the wedding should have stopped!” I insisted, my voice shaking with frustration and despair.

“There was an objection?!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to break free from Yonji’s grasp. “The ceremony ends…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you, princess?” Ichiji replied, a smug grin spreading across his face. Realization dawned on both Y/N and me, crashing over us like a tidal wave.

“He was never going to let her go…” I whispered, the weight of the truth settling heavily in my chest.

“Unfortunately, we should have prepared better… it seems we were all duped,” Brook added, his usual cheerfulness evaporating into a defeated tone. The atmosphere grew thick with despair as we realized just how trapped Y/N truly was.

Ichiji turned to Y/N, his predatory grin widening. “Y/N, this is the point of no return,” he said, his voice dripping with smugness, the twisted satisfaction evident in his eyes.

“Y/N!” I cried, desperate to reach her, but the sight of her crumbling under the pressure sent waves of despair crashing over me. “Ichiji, you may now kiss your bride,” the priest declared, oblivious to the turmoil brewing around him.

“No!” I yelled again, but it felt like shouting into a void. We were outnumbered and outmaneuvered, powerless to stop the impending doom.

In a swift, cruel motion, Ichiji cupped Y/N’s cheeks in his hands, forcing her face toward his. She looked terrified, eyes wide and pleading, her every expression a silent scream for help as he pressed his lips against hers, sealing her fate in front of everyone gathered.

“I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Vinsmoke!” the priest announced, his voice filled with a false cheer that only intensified my anguish.

Tears streamed down my face as the weight of our failure crashed over me like a tidal wave. “We failed her…” I whispered, my voice trembling with heartbreak, unable to comprehend the depths of despair this moment represented.

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[reysdriver]

Hi!

I just found your account and I love your fics <3

I was wondering if you could do a part two to Silence, one where they do talk and Eddie explains he didn't saying anything because he was in shock.

Is that okay? I understand if you don't want to <3 Thank you for your time and ILY <3 <3 <3

Part 2 of Silence; Eddie explains why he didn't say anything last night when you confessed your feelings — eddie x gn!reader angst/fluff

warnings: kinda cringe and rushed lowkey but does that count as a warning?

words: 0.6k

a/n: this is so rushed but it's because I wanted to get part 2 out for you cus you're so sweet omg

The next day at school, you couldn’t think of anything except what happened between you and Eddie the night before. All of your classes, every interaction you had, all the chatter in the hallways; it was all just noise. You could barely understand a word anyone said because you were just too stuck in your own head. 

In the cafeteria, you sat alone in a sea of all that noise. You just couldn’t sit with your friends today, so you just ditched them without saying anything. 

You were almost done eating your bland lunch when someone placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you away from the noise. 

You turned around to see who it was and immediately wished you didn’t. 

“Can we talk?” Eddie asked. “I want to explain what happened yesterday.”

“We don’t need to talk about it.” You insisted, getting up to throw away the unappetizing rest of your lunch. 

He walked along, following you across the cafeteria. “Yes, we do. Can we just go somewhere private for a few minutes at least?”

You sighed, leaving your tray in the ‘dirty’ pile and starting to walk. “Okay, I just want to repeat that it’s totally okay if you just forget what I said yesterday and pretend that never happened; I encourage it, honestly.”

Eddie led you into the drama room where you meet for Hellfire club and closed the door behind the both of you. 

“But I don’t want to forget it. That’s my point. Would you just let me explain?”

You nodded, not wanting to ruin things more than you already had. 

He took a breath before speaking to compose himself, then started to explain what happened in his van last night. 

“When you said all that last night. I really did want to respond, but I just froze up.” Eddie started. “I was just so focused on keeping us alive and not crashing the car, plus I was in shock and processing how my best friend felt the exact same way about me as I did them.”

That caught you off guard, just as your confession last night did to him. Eddie felt the same way about you? Why did he let you go on thinking he was disgusted by your confession last night? You let him continue, hoping for an answer. 

“I just couldn’t form the words to tell you how I really felt, but once you started thinking that I felt otherwise, I thought it was too late. I imagined you thinking I was just trying to calm you down or something after you got out of the car, so I just kept my mouth shut.”

“But you feel the same way?” You asked hopefully. 

“Of course I do.” Eddie assured you. “How could I not? You’re the best person I know, and I’ve like liked you for a long time too. And that’s why I’ve been kicking myself since you got out of my van last night when I should have pulled over and done this instead.”

He didn’t do anything—other than confuse you—so you asked what he meant by what he just said. 

“Done what?”

“Oh shit.” He blinked. “See? I froze up again. I should have done this.” 

He leaned forward, cupped your face, and kissed you. He kissed you in a way that made you sure he like liked you the same way you like liked him, and you kissed him back.

[theindescribable1]

(EDIT: U DONT HAVE TO READ THIS ANYMORE! We chill now and I'm all good 🔥🔥)

Hey guys, I just realized that there may be some really big misunderstandings and confusion on my blog that I was too oblivious to notice.

So, this is and was always supposed to be a role-playing blog where I play as a character, not as myself, and I played someone you guys know as Stirling. You thought that was my sona, but no, that's not me. He is supposed to be the protagonist and narrator of my blog and stories which is why he's often used, and when I answer asks, I'm still playing as him.

Ive made many jokes and comments in the past that were supposed to be from Stirling's POV, like it's him talking, and that was pretty much every post.

Im really sorry for all the confusion, but I have never revealed my real name, age, or even gender on here! I feel like it's very necessary to tell you guys all this, because I only now see that I never announced this before

Im not sure why, but I must've gotten too ahead of myself and forgot to make a post that explains my blog, or how it's supposed to work.

This is just to let you guys know, I felt like it was important to talk about. I don't want to feel like I'm lying to people, and it was completely unintentional. It's a weight I need to get off my chest.

I figured out that people really had no idea, and then I was nervous to say anything about it since reactions are unpredictable. Once again, sorry.

A lot of things I've said was not me irl speaking, it was all the narrator Stirling, but I may change that to avoid more confusion in the future? I know that people have been misgendering me because I played as a boy, and they thought it was me. My friends also played into teh roleplay, and really all of us thought the audience knew. (Carol, B.V, etc)

I'm a she/her and still count as a minor.

Now that I've addressed the problem, I hope y'all will just continue to enjoy my blog while keeping the role-playing aspect in your mind.

Don't let this completely fuck things up for you guys, I just had to tell you sooner or later while my audience is still mostly small and humble! Yeah I just made this blog when I was younger and never really organized it well, and it was too late to just restart, and people were already thinking I was a totally different person than who I really am, and my scared ass just started playing along, too nervous to correct it.

Now that I'm older, I'm here to address it before it becomes 'serious' (large audiences)

I'll be doing my best to make things less confusing and unorganized from here on out!

[dissociation-station123]

Amongst Friends-Moving over from my Wattpad account

Suguru X Satoru X Reader-Best Friends to something more

Warnings: Sexual content; Angst; Some drug usage

Chapter One- Chaotic but it’s Home

You grumble as you sleepily make your way towards your kitchen in desperate need of a strong mug of coffee. Due to the lack of sleep you clumsily fumble along until you reach the opening to the living room.

All the frustration from last night quickly builds back up when you spot the pathetic figure of a man hunched over on the couch rubbing his temples while scrolling through his phone. "You!" You growl menacingly and those baby blue eyes look up at you in panic.

"Y/N... Y/N... calm down. Let us discuss this like adults." His voice was raspy probably due to all of the activity from the night before. "Please... I will reup for you!" You stalk towards him and he cowers a bit pleading for your mercy.

"Satoru Gojo...." You snarl letting your rage consume you. "You want to know how my night was?" You sit beside him and roughly grab onto the collar of his shirt. He nods his gaze laced with fear of your wrath. "First I had to deal with an irate customer. A tiny scratch on their Mercedes that was already there. But my boss made me stay late until it was gone. That is always fun right."

Satoru nods along and you grit your teeth. "By the time I finally got off work I was exhausted and starving. So I thought I would treat myself. So I went to my favorite late night wing place and ordered my favorite combo. Sounds great right?"

"Yeah you really love those lemon pepper wings Y/N." He says giving you a cheesy smile, you hated how attractive it was. "Did you get some carrot sticks and ranch?"

"But of course I ordered that as well, Satoru. Like I said I was super tired so I grabbed my order and headed home. And Satoru, do you know what is super relaxing after a long day of manual labor and your favorite food?" Your voice was dripping with malice and he knew why you were upset yet he continued to appease you.

"A blunt... Y/N I'm sorry!" Satoru pleaded once again but you shushed him and he quickly obliged.

"After searching and not finding the little I had left I told myself Y/N it's fine. I took a deep breath and showered, getting hyped to eat. Satoru guess what?" You ask and he shrugs his shoulders. "They had given me the wrong order. Can you believe it? But I was starving so I again told myself to relax and ate. To get a good night's rest and it will all be fine in the morning. But Satoru, do you think I slept well?"

You watched as Satoru swallowed nervously and shook his head no. "And why was I not able to get much sleep last night?" You glare at him and he stutters.

"Because Suguru and I had company last night." He whispered and the hold on his collar tightened. "Y/N..."

"That is right! I was kept up by sounds of women wailing and moaning like we had been haunted by fucking banshees. You inconsiderate asshole!" You lunged for his throat as he choked out apologies. You were seeing red until you heard a startled gasp. Your head shifts to two figures emerging from the hall.

"Please ignore them princess. Just my crazy ass roommates." A deep velvety voice cooes to a woman tightly gripping her heels in her hands. You release your hold on Satoru and give your best welcoming smile and wave. Suguru rolls his eyes and you try to reign in the overwhelming urge to flick him off.

"Sorry, I didn't realize we still had company. Would you like a cup of coffee?" You say sweetly and sit up. Satoru makes a relieved sound and scoots away from you. You watch as the woman grins but looks up at Suguru for permission. Suguru glares at you and you smirk knowing he did not like keeping his one night stands around for too long.

"Sweetheart I would love for you to stay but I have to get some work done. And trust me those two are not good company." Suguru smoothly explained and it was your turn to roll your eyes. She nods and waves as he leads her out the door. You shake your head and make your way to the kitchen. Satoru jumps up racing in front of you.

"Wait nerd let me make your coffe for you as a form of truce!" Satoru shouts as he passes and you get a bit of enjoyment from the hint of pain on Suguru's face at the loud volume. As you walk past him you bump his shoulder and he laughs.

Leaning down he whispers into your ear, "You look like shit." You lean back back against his chest and look up.

"Fuck you! Unlike some people I have a real job. I don't have time to be a whore." You sneered and pushed him as he chuckled, colliding into the wall. You mutter curses, walking to the kitchen and jump up to sit on the counter.

Satoru looks over his shoulder as he prepares your drink with large puppy dog eyes and an adorable pout. You hated that you couldn't maintain the loathing you had tried to hold onto. You sigh, "It's fine Satoru. It was just a rough day yesterday."

Suguru saunters in, leaning beside you. "I know a solution for your attitude problem Y/N." You frown, daring him to say what he was thinking. "You just need get laid." Those dark eyes never leave yours as he winks. Without hesitation you punch him in the arm.

He hisses in pain. "Fuck... So damn violent. No wonder you can't keep a relationship." Suguru then goes on the attack, poking you in the sides and you fold. You manage to grab his wrist during the struggle and twist. "Ok I give!" He says and throws up his hands.

"Good boy..." You mutter and he bites his lip aggravated his teasing had no effect. Satoru hums as he takes your favorite mug from the counter.

"Yeah our Y/N is not for everybody that's for sure." Satoru smiles at you but it kind of stung. You look down and twist your fingers. You were not small and petite. Evidence of that was your large thighs, you poke at them subconsciously. You had a horrible mouth. And you never bite your tongue on important matters. You knew you could come off as abrasive.

Suddenly a shadow was in front of you. A finger lifting your chin. "Hey now, don't look so down." Suguru grips your thighs and squeezes and you jump. "I think your plump thighs are your best quality." Your heart jumps and it takes a second to form thoughts again. "Wow Satoru, I think I broke her for real this time."

You push him away as he laughs. Satoru grins as he hands you your sweet dose of caffeine. "No, I just haven't had enough coffee yet. I'm still tired." You mutter, taking a sip and moaning. "You are forgiven Satoru." He pats your head affectionately and you all make your way back into the living room.

You all settle in the usual morning spot. You slowly enjoy your coffee as Satoru lays down in your lap consumed with his phone. You and Suguru mindlessly glance at the tv. You run your fingers through Satoru's soft fluffy white locks.

"Are you off today?" Suguru looks over at you and you nod. Saying something about how much you needed to relax.

"Come to the shop with me today. Satoru is off and I only have a few clients. Then we can all go out after." Suguru says rather than asking knowing you would fight him on his suggestion. You grimace and he sighs. "Come on! I'll give you another tattoo..."

The temptation was great. The pain of the needle and the beauty of his work did something to heal your soul. You pause and Satoru looks up. "Pwease!"

"Ugh... fine!" But Suguru, you better not be trying to hook me up with that piercer. I swear I would ruin his life." You point a finger and that cocky grin forms on Suguru's face as he agrees. Satoru smiles widely and begins feverishly typing on his phone. "What are you plotting?" You ask, poking his forehead.

Satoru innocently points to himself and you glare. "Texting Suki. We have a reputation to uphold my dear Y/N. So if you're going out with us, sweatpants and t-shirts just won't do." Satoru explains and you take a breath. Suki was one of Satoru's regular flings and a brilliant stylist to the stars. You cringe at the thought of what she may put together for you.

"Make sure her thighs are on full display." Suguru adds and Satoru mumbles in agreement. Your anxiety has already started flaring up. "You will be with us. You will be fine." Suguru comforts you and you nod.

Both men looked content and happy that you had decided to hang out with them. These two idiots were your best friends and your entire world. You were an introvert not sure how to communicate with the world and instead of one extrovert you were adopted by two.

You fought but were always there for each other through any hard times. Each of your personalities complimented the other. A solid and unbreakable bond emerged from the cracks within yourselves. Creating a solid foundation of trust and understanding.

You knew nothing could ever destroy that. Not the occasional flings or toxic family intrusions. You believed that with every fiber of your being.

A deep sense of foreboding was present as you took your last drink. You couldn't shake it. Surely it was not some weird foreshadowing like in a novel. As you reminisce about the strength of your friendship a sudden crack appears. No, I'm just being paranoid...

[hazelsstupidshit]

Alright I normally never write anything so im a bit rust so bear with me. (this is also after I listened to bff and just knew it had to be Tim fucking Laflour)

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Yn had went into college dating the same boy since junior high Darryl Witherspoon. she really cared about him but noticed he distanced himself from her and had eyes for another girl. Darryl grew apart from her after her bipolar got worse. She would often become manic and pierce or tattoo herself. On the flip side she would get depressed and not socialize or get out of bed which then led her to gain weight. Darryl didn't like her new appearance it wasn't the girl he fell in love with. Once he got space from her by moving into a new dorm he met his dormmate Tim he knew she'd get along with him. This was fine since he'd been thinking about dumping her for a month. He had too much on his plate to even think about keeping her around. Once YN received a text from her boyfriend reading the message she had a gut feeling. It felt like her heart sank out of her ass. She fought tears back as she walked toward his dorm. She knew he would dump her eventually. So why was she so upset? She questioned herself and wondered if she was just being dramatic. Once she arrived Tim opened the door for her and held it for her as a welcome. When she saw Darryl kissing another girl. She was the complete opposite of what she looked like she had a small frame no piercings or tattoos and brown hair. Yn felt extremely self conscious as she ran her fingers through her black hair it had a blue tint since her last color hair color was a bright blue. Tim was concerned after seeing the girls reaction to what he thought was normal.

yn pov

I ran into the dorms bathroom to hide my tears. I stared at myself in the mirror comparing myself to who he was kissing. She wore a floral baby tee and light jeans. I felt like shit compared to her. I was wearing a bleached deftones shirt and a pair of black shorts and knee socks. I stared at myself to the point where tears eventually stained myself. My mascara and eyeliner dripped into my eyes the burning feeling distracted me from hearing steps approaching the door. I heard a soft knock and I fumed thinking it was Darryl. About to flip my shit I opened the door and met icy blue eyes and my face dropped from anger to a shocked expression.

Tim asked if I was alright and stepped closer to me automatically I backed up to allow him in. He explained to me that he thought me and Darryl were just friends since he noticed he was distant. If he had known he would've told me since we had been close ourselves. We bonded over the bands I listened to and our similar piercings. He sat on the tub and looked up to wipe the mess of black tears off my eyes and cheeks. When he pulled me into a hug I realized how I had felt about Tim. In that moment I felt a strong urge to just kiss him. I listened to what my body wanted me to do. I leaned in to kiss him and he surprisingly kissed back.

After I pulled away I apologized realizing what I had done. He told me it was okay and I leaned in once again. His nose ring hooked into my septum ring during the kiss and he smiled in the kiss. I giggled as he pulled the out. For the first time in what felt like ages a mixture of lust and pure joy filled my body making my heart skip a beat. He noticed my expression and smiled himself. Tim led me to his bed and we continued our make out.

Tim's pov

I knew that i had to check on her. Something drove me to although I had anxiety approaching the door I heard sniffling and knew she was crying. She was my best friend and I could tell what had been going on. The urge to knock on the door muted my anxiety. When I knocked she answered looking angry but her face dropped as we locked eyes. I stepped in and did my best to comfort her and we eventually ended up kissing. To me she was the prettiest girl without trying mascara dripping and puffy eyes. I wished I could hold her forever. The kiss melted me she knows most of my secrets except one. She was all I wanted in a girl. Whenever she would come over all I could think about was her body. I would zone out thinking about caressing her curves. I frequently daydreamed about holding her big thighs on the sides of my head as she moans of pleasure while my tongue laps her clit.

Yn pov again

After we were on his bed I straddled his hips with mine carefully avoiding his belly button piercing I didn't realize how low my hips were on his. Kissing him I noticed his hard on pressing my thighs. I left love bites on his neck as his hands my hips then my waist until they met my tits. Without thinking I moaned which called Darryl to recognize the moan he had heard countless of times before. Darryl walked into the shared room. As if it were nothing he closed the door and walked to his bed and passed out probably drunk. Tim didn't care he unzipped his skinny jeans and pulled my shirt over my head. He tossed out clothes somewhere in the room. Tim flipped us over so he was on top and took off his shirt. He helped me out of my shorts and pulled his shirt off. He towered over me staring at my body in admiration as I did his. He had abs and his arms flexed as propped himself up over me. Our eyes darkened in lust and our lips met each other again. perfect fit he muttered. He was right his lip piercing fit between my snake bites every time we kissed. One hand toyed with my nipple ring while the other rubbed circles around my clit. I gripped the sheets beneath me as he moved down between my thighs. he spread the apart his muscles becoming more apparent. He kelt rubbing circles on my clit while tongue fucking me mercilessly. I saw him grinding against the sheets seeking friction. The sight sent me over the edge as I came with a loud moan. He licked me clean and moved back up to align himself with my entrance he pushed himself into me quickly filling me up. He moaned into the sheets slightly above my head I whimpered at the stretch. "So tight" he muttered under his breath. I blushed at the praise. He whispered to me begging me to keep moaning he wanted to hear me. He was panting throwing his head back when he heard my whimpers as he pounded into me. With every thrust we edged up the bed slightly. He groaned when he felt my walls clench around him hitting my g spot with his prince albert. He sped up reaching his climax he covered my neck big blotchy hickeys all over my neck his cum painted my walls and sent me over the edge I let out my loudest moan as my eyes rolled back. He thrusted his hips a few more times before pulling out his seed dripping out with it. He cleaned me up before laying down with me he fell asleep holding me in his arms I felt safe and genuinely loved.