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lalunanymph · 5 months ago

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sucker punch (m) — sae itoshi

in the pivotal moments leading up to the most significant fight of his career against his estranged younger brother, sae meets a girl who turns his entire world upside down

warnings:- underground fighter!sae, fem!reader, heiress!reader, reader is coded to be feminine (wears dresses, makeup, heels, etc), language, cursing, rin is down bad for his gf, mentions of blood, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, sae's repressed emotions™, mentions of injuries, sae hurts reader (a bruise)

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✯ chapter 3

“Where are you taking me?”

In hindsight, Sae would’ve thought it was ridiculous to keep you blindfolded when he was just taking you to the beach. But, this wasn’t just any beach. It was the one spot in this rancid city he found solace in everytime the clamour of staying alive got too loud for him to handle.

He chuckled wryly. “It’s a surprise.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, looking way too adorable in your pink spaghetti strap dress that he almost leaned over the console to peck your cheek, never mind he was speeding down a highway.

“People are going to think you’ve kidnapped me.”

“And not tie you up?” Sae mocked, oblivious to your face flushing warmly. “I’d be a pretty shitty kidnapper, don’t you think?”

He caught you shifting in your seat out of the corner of his eye. His smirk widened. “Don’t tell me you’re actually turned on by that?”

Your pout stretched across your pretty pink mouth, and he ached to swipe the expensive lip gloss off your lips. He restrained himself from diving headfirst into his lust, fixing his eyes back onto the road.

“Maybe,” you mumbled breezily, and jumped when you felt his large hand on your thigh.

“You really are a little freak, aren’t you?”

Your laughter reverberated in the car, but you didn’t deny him. Sae let it slide, focused on the horizon where the beach was coming up. Once he stopped the car, he helped you out, holding your hand and carefully guiding you, his face close enough for his voice and warm breath to touch your neck. It made the idea of this entire trip even more mysterious when you smelled the familiar scent of a sea breeze.

“Okay, stop here.”

There was a rustling sound, and you waited patiently for him to reappear, hands laced demurely in front of you.

“Take off your blindfold.”

You did as he said, blinking your eyes to the scene that greeted you.

A chequered mat was set down on a relatively empty stretch of beach, held down at the four corners by a few weights. On top of the mat was a simple spread of food and sparkling juice. The sun was just right at the horizon, casting a warm orange glow around the serene scene.

“Sae…”

His pinched frown turned into a secret relieved smile behind your back when you cooed at his efforts.

“This is so nice! And the beach is really pretty, too.” Eagerly you turned around to him, touched by his gesture. “Thank you.”

Sae caught you in his arms, taken aback by your fierce embrace. His face flushed warmly, a pink dusting on his cheeks. “You’re welcome.”

You untwined your arms from around his torso, beaming up at him with the brightest smile he had ever seen. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold!”

He had packed some sandwiches and a few pastries, a perfect accompaniment to the tart, sparkling juice he poured into two blue plastic cups. Afterwards, he read out the remainder of Romeo and Juliet to you as your head was pressed against his chest, drowsy eyes and flushed cheeks warmed from the day and your happiness.

Sae wished that it would never end. That the sky didn’t have to be dotted with the first sign of stars.

“How did you find this spot?”

He hummed, staring out into the waves. “I used to come here all the time after a fight. To just sit with the waves and my own thoughts. Didn’t matter if I won or lost. It’s peaceful here.” Turning to you, his teal gaze softened. “I found this place by chance. I got lost trying to get to the main beach and took a wrong turn. Best mistake I ever made.”

“Sounds like serendipity,” you mumbled back, tracing patterns onto his bare chest. The wind was picking up and you started to shiver.

Sae noticed your discomfort and reached into the basket, pulling a woven blanket out and wrapping it around your shoulders. You gave him a grateful smile, tugging the other end onto his chest to give him some of your combined warmth.

The last sliver of orange was in the sky, a deep inky blue splashing across the heavens and bringing out the faint specks of celestial light far away.

“Did you know that these stars are the same ones Cleopatra, Davinci and even our first Emperor used to gaze at?” you asked in a soft, reverent voice. You couldn’t see his expression, but you felt his curiosity pique.

“Are they?”

You nodded. “The stars we see now from our end are the same ones our ancestors used to see all those centuries ago. Cool, right?”

“Hmm.” He seemed like he was gathering his thoughts. “I never looked up at them long enough to know that.”

“Because you like to have your head firmly on the ground,” you teased.

“And you have your head up in the clouds,” he shot back, unafraid to go toe-to-toe with you. That was another thing you loved about Itoshi Sae. Where others would concede to your whims and ideas because of your status in life, Sae was not afraid to push back and remind you that you were just as human as him.

You smiled and kissed his jaw. “Fine. You win this round. The next time, I won’t be as easy.”

A playful smirk teased the corners of his mouth. “Good. Don’t. I like arguing with you.”

You smoothed your palm down his chest, admiring how firm his muscles felt underneath your touch. “Sae?”

“Hmm?”

“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?”

He paused to think your question through, a furrow appearing in his otherwise creaseless brow. “Since when did this become an interview?” he shot back, and nearly broke his irritated front to release a laugh when you pouted in annoyance.

“I just wanted to know you better.”

Lacing his fingers with yours, Sae pressed the soft underside of your wrist to his lips, contemplating your question.

“I guess… I see myself stable. Money in the bank, the boys happy and well-fed.” He added after a beat of silence. “No more fighting.”

“No more?”

He touched his gaze to yours, nodding firmly. “No more. It’s not a life I want to live.”

“Then what made you choose this life in the first place?”

I didn't have a choice, would be his honest answer. The less sappy one was, “The money is good.”

You flitted your gaze down to his hand holding yours. “You seem to care about money a lot, huh?”

“When you grew up not having it, yeah,” he countered back, ignoring the shock widening your eyes at his vitriol. “If you’re used to it, money can seem like nothing. But, if your whole life was empty of it, it’s everything.”

Dropping your gaze from his searing one, you nodded. “I… I understand.”

Do you? He wanted to bite back. What does a rich girl like you know about starvation? About living on your last thousand yen. Or, not having enough food to feed your little brother?

As if you could read his thoughts, you exhaled shakily, raising your palms to cup his face. “And I’m rooting for you, Sae. I want you to get through this.” A sad smile graced your lips. “I want you to be happy and live better.”

He swallowed down the heavy, greasy sensation of a choked sob. Turning his face away from you, he gestured to the setting sun. “It’s late. Let’s go home.”

Like the world slowly descending into night, Itoshi Sae drew the blinds on his past, cloaking you in its darkness. Unable to show you his real self.

You hesitantly peeled your cheek from his chest, eyes downcast. “Sae?”

He got up, trailing his gaze to the paisley blanket. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, fiddling with your fingers. “I only wanted to know you better. I didn’t mean to intrude or make you uncomfortable.”

The prickly defences he held close to his chest like armour fractured slightly at the edges. He looped his arm around you, drawing you to his chest. “It’s okay,” he mumbled into your hair. “I’m not mad.”

And it was the reassurance you wanted to know that Sae was still yours. That he still allowed you to stay in his life.

It was all the comfort you needed.

The U20 and Blue Lock match grew closer and closer, encroaching upon your calendar like a red circle of doom.

You had held your tongue so far with Sae, but you couldn’t keep the curiosity from overflowing. There were days when you came to terms with the fact that you didn’t know much about the man who shared your bed. All you understood was that he was determined and hardworking—never one for speaking much unless he was prompted.

He was pushing himself further with his training, putting in late nights and crawling back into bed in the early hours of a bleak morning. Like clockwork, your arms would always wrap around him, welcoming him home with a kiss on his forehead and a nuzzle into his shoulder.

Itoshi Sae had crept into your bloodstream, slotting himself into your life like your favourite cardigan. Those nights of falling asleep in your large bed alone seemed a distant memory whenever you woke up in the morning with his body pressed to yours. The dinners you took alone with all of Tokyo spread out from your balcony like a shimmering, lonely promise turned into lively conversations about books, pets and life.

Those paperbacks you were once too busy to read were perched on your knees every weekend, opened up to the last page you both left off for you to speak out those lines into the peaceful living room and his patient ears. Cooking was no longer a chore but a time for you to bond with Sae on his favourite childhood dishes. He loved the kombu salad you made a few days ago, shyly asking if you could pack it into his lunch bento box the next day.

And yet, no one else knew of this secret love affair unfurling behind closed doors.

Sae had not introduced you to his world beyond that time you had reached out to him in Oliver’s gym, and you were afraid to take him to places where your other rich friends would haunt in case he would feel uncomfortable. In a way, it was a half love affair lived through snatches of shadow where the sun could never touch.

But, like fantasy, it had to come crashing down to make space for reality.

It happened during one fight before the Ult Match. Sae was slated to go against a rookie from Blue Lock—a warm up match leading to the one with his brother.

He hadn’t even told you he was going to be in the ring, and you came back home to a nasty shock.

Trails of blood dotted your pristine floors, leading into the bathroom. You followed it, heart in your throat, gripping your pepper spray to your chest. When you opened the door, you found your auburn-haired lover bent over the sink, trying to wrap a piece of gauze around his ripped arm.

Your heart fell into your stomach, and you dropped the spray, alerting him with your gasp. “Sae!”

He averted his gaze from yours, concentrating on his wound. “It’s nothing,” he tried to reassure you, but it came off as cold and dismissive instead. “I’m patching myself up.”

You observed him struggling to wrap the bandage around his torn skin, conflicted if you should help.

Sae wanted to tell you that it was okay—to go and eat your dinner first as he fixed up what that rookie fucker gave him. But, he never expected your cool touch on his bicep. Or, your silence as you took over, gripping the end of the bandage and winding it around his injury. Sae leaned back against the sink, bare-chested and flushed with both agony and sweat.

“How did this happen?” Your voice was low and judgement-free. Filled with curious apprehension.

Sae grunted. “Asshole had a knife on him. I barely dodged it when he managed to catch my arm. Oliver gave me a pair of brass knuckles during half-time and I paid him back for the wound. On his face.”

You winced, but didn’t stop to work on him. “You have to be careful,” you urged softly, unable to look him in the eyes so that he wouldn’t notice the sting in yours. Tears started to well, threatening to spill from your lash line. “I-I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Hey.” As if sensing your composure about to go downhill, Sae brought you back from the brink by caressing your cheek with his cold fingers. He coaxed you to look at him, searching your gaze and growing sober by what he found there. “Don’t need to cry for me. Happens all the time.”

You dropped your gaze back to his wound, and he dropped his hand to his side. Despite your understanding of how sensitive this topic was to your lover, you just had to feed your destructive curiosity; trying to find a pulse of kindness in this man you desperately wanted to know inside and out.

“What if you had to give Rin a similar injury?”

A silence unlike any other stretched out; loud and fragile. You held your breath. Sae exhaled noisily.

“Then, I’ll do it. We’re fighters in the ring, not brothers—”

“I don’t understand you.”

To him, you sounded angry and irrational. But in reality, you were truly despairing because what kind of brother could stomach even thinking about physically wounding his own younger sibling?

It was impossible. Sae wasn’t made of stone. He was human, warm and vulnerable. You could tell he had the power to love if he just let his heart come out of the shadows. But, you had sorely overestimated him; Itoshi Sae was tainted with a cruelty that coated his true desire for love and comfort.

His stubbornness would be the malaise he bore onto his own shoulders; a self-sabotaging foe he mistook as a friend.

You bulldozed on as you viciously tightened the bandage around his arm a little too hard. “You’re so… so aloof. This is your brother you’re talking about and you’d be willing to hurt him. To kill him. It’s like you don’t have a heart, Itoshi. All you’re so focused on is being the best that you don’t care who you hurt along the way. I don’t think—”

Sae wrenched his arm away from you. You stopped in the middle of your rant, fixing him with wide eyes.

You had seen Sae disinterested, annoyed and even disappointed whenever he complained about how useless the other fighters were. But, you had never seen him in a complete red cloud of rage.

“Shut. Up.”

His unexpected rebuke left you cold all over. “W-what—”

“I said—shut up.”

He grabbed both of your wrists, dragging you close to his body. Ignoring your terrified squeak, he pushed you back into the wall, using his bulkier figure and strength to trap you against the freezing tiles. You bit back on a yell when he dug his fingers into your wrist, setting off sparks of pain running up your arms.

“Sae—!”

“You’re such a fucking pain,” he snarled, and you had never been as terrified of him as you were now.

“I wish you would just get the fuck away from me. I wish I never met you. All you fucking do is meddle in my life and try to play an important part in it. Don’t you see? You’re useless. I don’t need you to fight my battles. Stop fucking trying to butt your way into my problems. I only entertained your advances because we needed your money. You were a means to an end and I fucking swear I will never listen to Oliver’s plan again—he wanted me to do this. To trust you. He’s such a fucking pain—you’re such a fucking pain.” He released your wrists to deliver the death blow to your already shattered hopes, teal eyes gouging into your soul. “I never wanted you in the first place.”

The air in the bathroom became still. You smelled the rusted tang of his blood on your skin, on your sink. You heard him swallow loudly; your own breathing kicked up a notch, growing ragged. Dragging your eyes from his to the floor, you counted the splatters of red.

One, two, three… and you lost track.

Like scattered bloody stars dying across the universe of your bathroom floor, they were too hard to count.

Some of it smeared under your feet, staining your pristine white heels. A reminder that Itoshi Sae brought destruction with him wherever he went.

“Y/N—”

You flinched when he tried to reach out for you, drawing your throbbing wrists to your chest. The outstretched hand withered to his side, uncertain and despondent. His stare burned into your neck, your chest, trying to lap at your face. From the corner of your eye, you felt him open his mouth, his sudden regret like an unwelcome stranger rudely bumping into your shell-shocked body; their apologies had zero meaning and sincerity.

Smoke signals went off in your brain and the smog clogged your lungs. It felt like you could’ve dropped dead from asphyxiation, the entire room spinning in your periphery. So, you ran from the fire as fast as your legs could take you.

Turning around, you rushed out of the bathroom, ignoring his weak cries for you. You stumbled towards the fridge and rummaged for some ice, dropping it into a white cloth and pressing it to the part of your wrist that ached from his cruel grip.

The tears you held back trickled down your face, pinning you to the spot. You heard him come behind you. Felt his touch on your waist.

“Shit. I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I’m sorr—”

“Get out.”

Keeping your eyes fixed on a water stain ruining your otherwise pristine sink, you ignored his silent pleas; how he tugged on your arm gently to get you to look at him.

“I went too far—”

“Get out of my apartment before I call security on you.”

He dropped his hand like he had been scalded. “Baby—”

“Now, Itoshi.” You fought hard to contain the tremble in your tone. “Get out now. Before I change my mind and throw you out myself.”

An agonising minute passed where you both were at an impasse. Waiting for the other to give in first; Sae hoping that you would turn around, and you desperately wishing he would leave you alone.

Finally, he retreated after sensing you were too angry and terrified to give in.

Falling into your spiralling thoughts out of fear, you stood stock-still, hearing him rummage around your bedroom, trying to pack as quickly as he could. With his overnight bag of things, you let him up and leave your life. He put his shoes on, the scuffles of worn out rubber soles on the marble floor loud and grating.

Then, he walked out of your life for good.

The door slammed shut, and after what seemed like centuries, you defrosted. It felt like rain was pouring over your wounds, trying to remedy what was lost in the fire.

You unglued your lips, released your clawed grip around the soggy, lukewarm cloth in between your fingers. Your eyes closed, breath caught in your throat as you slowly turned around; completely afraid that his disappearance was a figment of your imagination and that he would still be there. But, when you pried your eyes open, he was gone.

For a second, you ached to call back for him. To tell him you didn’t mean it; that you wanted to try again.

He meant everything he said to you though, the chiming voice in the back of your mind gloated. He never even loved you. Ha! Love. You really thought he loved you, huh? That you two could be together. This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, you pathetic bitch. This is real life. Juliet didn’t have to pretend to die because it was Romeo who stuck a dagger into her chest first.

Sae killed us first… and I let him.

You slid to the ground, ignoring the splatters of water on the floor and blood still smearing the soles of your heels. Curling your knees to your chest, you pressed your forehead to them, choking back on the grief threatening to rise in your lungs.

Eventually, the forest fire that burned you down was engulfed in salty waves crashing into the wrecked trees, turning the world dark behind your watery lids.

For many years, the loveless turned their eyes to the stars to beg for the person of their affections to see them. They meticulously counted shooting stars, weaving desperate wishes of reciprocation on the still ones.

But, you couldn’t bear the thought of those celestial lights looming over you anymore. You never wanted to look at the stars again for as long as you were under the night sky.

There was nothing left in them to hope for.

His apartment had never felt this quiet and lonely.

Sae used to think he had filled up every crevice and space of this simple home he rented for a few thousand yen a month to keep the loneliness out. Books, cheap art, a creaky bed and even his threadbare collection of vinyls dotted the space from his measly effort of padding his life with meaning.

None of it felt familiar. He was a stranger surveying a foreign land.

Whose books were these? Who chose this colour for the bedsheets? Why weren’t the walls adorned with art?

This wasn’t his space. It had never been his.

But, this was where he belonged.

After setting his bag down on the couch and starting the kettle, he walked into the bathroom, trying to wash the grime and exhaustion off his face when he saw it. The tiny bottle of moisturiser you kept beside his sink.

Sae hadn’t even noticed it was there, evidence that you had wormed your way into his life without a single complaint from him because—for some unconscious reason—he had wanted you there.

Feelings were always a tricky subject with him, and the discovering of something deeper and tender filled him with a sorrow that was quickly trying to smother before it spiralled out of control.

Like a scientist stumbling upon signs of life on a once uninhabitable planet, he picked up the vial with the sombre reverence of making an earth-shattering discovery. Holding the tiny bottle in his comically large hand, he ran his thumb along the golden lettering and intricate design.

One second, it was in his hand, and in the other, the bottle flew out of his fist, shattering into a tiny million pieces against his bathroom tiles.

He had finally done it—what he was too afraid of doing a few weeks earlier.

Sae had effectively uprooted any signs of you—any signs of life—before it could fully bloom.

The hole you carried right under your ribcage continued to grow over the days when your phone remained empty.

Loving Itoshi Sae was hard, but you never expected it to be this difficult.

Sure, you both had your flaws (stubborn, short-fused, egotistic), but you expected him to at least try and sincerely apologise after hurting you. Nights of laying awake were wasted on bringing up his contact, typing out an angry paragraph only to delete it and switch your phone off. Exhaustion was your newfound friend, and you wore her like a badge of dishonour to everything your father had taught you about life, fighting and love.

No daughter of mine will ever have to get her hands dirty like I did just to feel welcome in this world.

You rubbed the spot over your wrist that had bruised over as you briskly walked down the hospital hallway in the direction of your father's grand suite. Once in front of his doors, you composed yourself, knocking on the wood three times.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm.”

“Come in.”

He was sitting up today, spooning some oatmeal around his bowl. The wrinkles on his face deepened when he smiled at you.

“Hi. You look well.” You sat on the chair next to his bed, hiding your bruised wrist behind your bag.

Your father chuckled. “Anyone would look good if they have nothing to do but eat, sleep and watch the news.” He shrugged and tipped his bowl over to give you a look. “And eat boring, bland oatmeal everyday.”

“It’s good for you,” you chided, taking over before he could protest and mixing the fruits into the beige sludge. “And you need to eat more fruits. I heard from the front desk that you sent them back to the kitchen. Twice.”

He kissed his teeth, making a face. “They taste salty.”

You chortled, putting the bowl back down on his hospital table. “It’s to preserve them better.”

Before you could retract your hands, your father took the left one, scrutinising the noticeable bruise on your wrist. “This wasn’t here the last time. What happened?”

Cautiously, you pried your hand away, hiding it behind your back. “I fell,” you lied, the corners of your mouth tight despite your smile. “Anyway, how have you been?”

You changed the subject and he frowned, remembering why he called you here in the first place.

“You remember Maeda-san? From my fighting days?”

“The one you destroyed with a Scorpion kick.” Your father’s legacy as one of the most lethal underground fighters in Tokyo left many in awe. It’s too bad his life of violence and brutality left him with untreated nerve damage that cost him his legs.

As if he could hear your thoughts, your father gently steered the topic back to safer waters. “Well, he has a son. Miyaki-kun. And I would like you to meet him.”

You blinked. The idea of your father orchestrating a blind date for you was definitely not in your cards when you mulled over why he suddenly wanted to meet you on a random Tuesday morning.

“What is the reason for this?” You proceeded to ask him slowly. As much as you were the apple of his eye, your father still ran the biggest underground ring in Tokyo. His word was law in your world.

“Miyaki-kun wants a wife,” your father’s bluntness left you speechless. “And we thought you would be the perfect candidate. The both of you are level-headed and he has a good professional background to support our endeavours.”

Money. Maeda Mikayi was loaded and your father wanted to leverage on that. Sometimes, you wondered if Sae was right: that money was everything and everything was money in this corrupted world.

At the thought of your (ex?) lover, you cringed, unable to separate your heart’s truest desire from reality. “I… I need to think about this.”

“Y/N,” your father’s wrinkled hand rested on yours. He coaxed you to look into his eyes, the paternal twinkle in them hard to ignore. “You’ve been alone for so long. Don’t you think it’s time to settle down? You’ll be so much more powerful with someone capable by your side.”

You are useless. I don’t need you to fight my battles. Stop fucking trying to butt your way into my problems. I only entertained your advances because we needed your money.

Sae’s words unexpectedly echoed in your mind and made your expression falter. Your father was quick to notice.

“Y/N?”

You struggled to recuperate your smile, though the sting behind your eyes gave it a watery quality. You hoped he didn’t notice. “Tou-san… how did you feel after mama divorced you?”

At the reminder of your mother who was currently in Seoul with her new husband, your father’s face deepened in regret.

He exhaled deeply, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Why’d you ask, darling?”

“I just…” you lost your words and he nodded, as if he understood you completely.

Kissing his teeth, your father began a familiar tale from his side of the narration, one you hadn't heard of before. “When your mother requested for a divorce, I was against it. I thought I could fight my way out of it—fight for her affection back—but she had her mind set.” He smiled again, but this time, it was tinged with sadness. “I knew it was my fault. I barely paid her any attention. Fighting and money took over my entire life. I didn’t know anything else but it. And she had had enough of me.”

You nodded, casting your eyes to the stark, white bed sheet. Your parent’s tale sounded awfully familiar. “Did you ever regret it?”

“Everyday,” he answered without a beat. “But—” his features softened. “—I would never hold her back from her true happiness. If it wasn’t with me, I’m glad she could find it with someone else, even at the expense of my own.”

You looked at your father—really looked at him. From a man who had a God-like build, he was now a frail husk of the legendary fighter you grew up loving and admiring. He was almost swallowed by the hospital blanket, the muscle loss making him look feeble and meek. Your heart broke all over again for him.

Unexpectedly, you leaned forward, kissing him on the forehead. “I still think you’re the strongest man in the world, tou-chan.”

He smiled at your childish honorifics for him. “Well, I guess that’s all that matters to me.” Sobering, he nodded, looping back to the question he asked you before. “So? What about meeting up with Miyaki? Maeda and I have huge plans for you two and we would love it if you both hit it off.”

You didn’t immediately respond to your father’s curiosity. A beat of hesitation passed where there were no noises in this room beyond your notched breathing. “You want me to marry him?”

A part of you prayed your father would say ‘no’. But, this was reality; wishing on stars led you to nowhere.

“Yes,” he said, and grinned. “But, it won’t happen tomorrow. If you both like each other enough, he will pop the question. And if he does, I want you to accept it. I want to see you happy, Y/N.”

I am happy, you wanted to argue, but it would be a lie. You couldn’t wait for wishes on a star to come true.

His name loomed in the back of your mind, dreary and bleak.

Sae…

He had revealed his real sentiments for you. He had shown you his true colours; how the man you fell in love with was nothing but a paper mache of your own projected desires and hopes. Despite what you wanted to believe, he didn’t like you.

He only tolerated you for your money and what you could bring to the table. Sae never saw you for who you were, or the potential you could have in his life.

It should’ve been the end of a story you knew very well.

Friends who had used you for your fame and wealth flashed in your mind. Men who chased after you because of the yen signs attached to your name made you internally curl up and want to cry.

I’m never loved for what I have but what I have to offer. You nearly sobbed at the thought. I’m never enough for anyone.

But, you had a choice. You had a choice to be valued differently and it started with taking the very first step in choosing you.

“Okay.” You gave your father a small grin. “I’m open to meeting Miyaki-kun, and if… if something good comes out of it, I might be open to more.”

Your father’s hopeful smile was infectious. There was no way you could deny him when he looked this happy.

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements,” he retorted and paused.

After a second of silence, he murmured:

“Give Miyaki-kun a chance. I believe he can make you so very happy if you open your heart to it, Y/N.”

The needle piercing the bulge of coagulated blood under his eye drew a sharp hiss from Sae.

In the corner of his hazy periphery, Oliver frowned. “Nanase got you real good there.”

No shit motherfucker, he wanted to snarl. As if he could read Sae’s mind, Oliver sighed. “You were sloppy in the ring. Your mind is not here, Sae.” A frown decorated his scruffy features. “What’s gotten into you?”

Despite knowing how much of a prickly person Sae was with his privacy, Oliver was still determined to discover what was making his starfighter lose his focus during fights.

Your name was right on his tongue, but Sae swallowed it down.

“Nothing,” he muttered coldly, wincing when more blood trickled down his cheek. “Mind your damn business.”

“Is it Y/N?”

Sae swore if he didn’t actually have a soft spot for the guy, he would’ve socked Aiku in the face. The other man wiped the stained needle on a white cloth, his frown turning into a smirk.

“Did she help you relax before the fight? Is that why you’re acting so damn floozy?”

Sae didn’t answer him, and Oliver continued with his monologue, used to his friend’s stony silence. “I heard some news about Y/N’s family. They’re about to sign a deal with the Maeda's. Dunno if you know.”

He had no idea what Oliver was talking about, but the sudden mention of your name was enough to draw the spark of interest back in his dull gaze. His friend must’ve noticed his perplexed eagerness, and chuckled.

“Bet your girl will tell you later. But, I heard it’s big news. Could mean something good for us.”

With those words, he patted Sae on the back just as the second halftime bell went off. “Go destroy that fucker.”

The spotlight burned through his swollen eye, and the dark-haired asshole opposite the ring had the audacity to throw him a wave.

“Sae-san! Good to see you are still up.”

His expression was ice-cold with indifference. Was this kid intentionally trying to get a rise out of him? Every year, these younger fighters got cockier and cockier, thinking they could win his attention because they had the privilege of going toe-to-toe with him.

Nanase Nijiro was a new fighter from Blue Lock, and if his stats were proven correct, he was as lethal as Rin and Isagi.

But, those numbers didn’t mean a thing when Sae had him knocked off his feet with a double throw, a first in the U20 ring history. Cheers and screams echoed around the dingy walls, and he gave the crowd a half-hearted wave, his expression of stony disinterest broadcasted across the screens.

Sae had been doing this long enough to feel numb. He had fought and defeated better men in his lifetime. Nothing brought him much interest in the underground fighting world anymore… except for the man who was hovering by the exit.

A twin pair of teal eyes locked onto his, and Sae realised he was staring into the face of his own younger brother.

“What are you doing here?” The words came out harsher than he intended, when he was just surprised at the sight of Rin.

The boy he abandoned on the day Child Services came to save them from their dreary lives stuck his hands in his pockets, his scowl matching his older brother’s. When did he get this tall?

“We’re gonna be fighting each other in two days’ time.”

Sae blinked, his constructed cold expression never faltering. “Yeah. And?”

“And I want to tell you that it’s okay to back out of it while you can.”

Rin’s words hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, your voice chimed in the back of his mind.

No matter what anyone says, a brotherly bond can never be destroyed.

Sometimes, the thought of you would leave him dumbfounded whenever it arose in his mind. It wasn’t like Sae was stupid. He distinctly felt a strange you-shape that had cut into his heart the moment you had told to get out of your apartment. He missed you. But, he was as stubborn as he was horrible with his emotions.

The only three people in his life who knew this were you, Oliver, and the brother he was supposed to beat in a deadly fight, standing right in front of him with his arms across his broader chest. Seeing how tall, stocky and well-adjusted Rin had become ever since the day he left that bright-eyed, hopeful boy behind filled Sae with elation, jealousy and a wistful regret.

Elation because it meant the woman Rin was dating loved him enough to heal the wounds his own brother left behind on his scarred heart.

Jealousy because he had better access to food, healthcare and love than Sae did on the streets which contributed to his better (god forbid he should ever admit that out loud) height and build.

And a wistful regret because if Sae could turn back time, he would’ve never stepped out of that window in the first place and left his own baby brother behind.

Rin was waiting for his reply. Sae let his pride and ego answer for him.

“No. Investment money has already come in. If we back out of this now, there’s no telling how they will destroy our careers.”

Rin dropped his gaze to the floor. He, too, understood the consequences if a fighter were to refuse a fight. They were tools of amusement for old, rich and bored men. Pawns didn’t retaliate or decide if they didn’t want to go to war. They had no choice.

Those teal blue eyes that reminded Sae so much of their mother turned to him. Something hollow caved in his chest, and if he were a weaker man, he would’ve started to cry. But, Sae wasn’t weak. His years of fighting made him strong; made him immune to emotions. He had to be strong for U20’s sake.

“Fine,” his younger brother murmured, removing his hands from his pockets. “I’ll see you in the ring, then.”

Before he could turn and walk away, Sae stopped him with a question that neither brother expected to hear tonight.

“Did she tell you not to do this? Your girlfriend?”

At the mention of the woman his brother loved in a tone he misinterpreted as contempt, Rin spun around, teeth slightly bared.

“Don’t you fucking make her sound like a nag. She only cares for me, that’s why she begged me to drop out from the fight. It’s not as if you would understand—you have no one you care for.”

Sae took one step forward, a red fog rolling over his thoughts. Rin was wrong—he was absolutely wrong. Sae did have someone he cared about, someone who had changed his life for the better. And it was entirely his fault that he had lost her. But, instead of expressing his jealousy or trying to make his brother understand, he did what he always did the best—strike where it hurt the most.

“I never took you to be such a doormat for a woman.”

“Fuck you, Sae.”

Rin retaliated, tensing into his full height. It took a lot of patience for him not to lash out at his older brother; Sae noticed his hands curled into fists at his side, trembling slightly. “I love her. She loves me. She cares for me. What would you know about love? You don’t have a heart to love anyone.”

Everyone who was anyone in the underground fighting world had heard about Sae’s notoriously detached personality. They saw him as a cold sleet of ice; no human heartbeat, a Prodigy, a genius who had no feelings. But, then, you came along.

And for a split second, Sae understood where Rin was coming from. It was his girlfriend’s love which fuelled him to make the right choices—not because she was trying to emasculate him, but because he loved her enough to consider her concerns; to value their shared life together and sacrifice his ego so their peace would be protected.

If Sae had healthier emotions, he would commend Rin for his bravery in facing down the one man who had abandoned him, turned him away when he tried to reach out to his nii-san, and destroyed his hopes of ever being a family again with his cold nature.

Whoever his brother was dating, Sae hoped she had the best that life could give her. It was the least she deserved for loving and healing a man broken by his own brother.

The older Itoshi watched the broad outline of his brother’s back disappearing behind a corner, Rin’s words latching onto his battered emotions.

What would you know about love? You don’t have a heart to love anyone.

It’s like you don’t have a heart, Itoshi.

Your voice seared through him again, leaking past the cracks of his defences. Luckily, there was no one to see him stagger into a wall, sliding down the grimy exposed brick as your face swam past his memory, pinched, scared and pleading for him to see reason.

She only cares for me, that’s why she begged me to drop out from the fight.

Weren’t you pleading for him to do the same?

Sae was suddenly hyper-aware of every memory he had of you in his mind. Your sweet smile, how the scent of vanilla seemed to be embedded in your hair; how you felt in his arms and the cadence of your tone whenever you tried to make him choose better for himself. It was like the gauze over his eyes was lifted and he could see again.

For the first time in days, he switched on his phone, shards of anxiety stabbing his soul when he scrolled through his empty call log.

There was no one who would reach out to him. Sae had effectively cocooned himself in his own detached world that he had no one else to drag him out of his misery. He only had his own breath; the blood rushing in his ears.

Through some miracle, Sae managed to stand onto his own two feet, and he staggered back home. Ignoring his car parked in front of the gym, he decided to take the scenic route to his apartment located 15 minutes away. As he walked in the fugue of his own thoughts, he passed a payphone booth. The thing was rundown, covered in graffiti and lewd imagery. But, its dial tone was still working.

The buttons sprung back against his heavy finger when he dialled a number he now only discovered he knew by heart. Another strand of evidence that you had managed to wrangle your way under his skin. Sae shot those nagging thoughts down, desperate to hear your voice.

“Hello?”

Sae swore he teared up when he heard your sweet tone (why hadn’t he noticed how mellifluous it was? How it drew him in with every cadence and lilt, entrancing him like a siren’s call?) His knuckles turned white against the receiver, the lump in his throat gagging him from answering you.

“Hello? Who is this?”

He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the smeared glass pane.

“Hello? Hmm… must be a wrong number.”

“Y/N—”

The dial tone echoed down the line like a bully’s taunt, resounding in his mind like twisted white noise.

Sae exhaled.

He didn’t have enough loose change to give you another call, and hung the receiver back with a choked sigh.

The night blurred into one long walk of neon colours, kombinis and deserted promenades, his mind stuck on a loop of his intense ruminations.

He reached his apartment, opening the door, and was struck by how quiet everything was. No one wished him a warm welcome home. No smell of food came from the kitchen. No warm hugs, smiles and you.

There was no you in his life anymore.

It had never dawned on him how terribly, eerily silent his world was without you to give it any light.

As if a ton of bricks were weighing him down, he threw his bag onto the floor, slumping onto the couch.

I miss her.

The memory of your terrified expression swam in his mind, how your hands trembled when he dug his fingers into your wrist. She was afraid of me. His shaking hands closed into fists. I hurt her… I can’t believe I hurt her.

Sae didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say to change your mind. He didn’t know how to say sorry because he never had to in his entire life.

On the other hand, his fight with Rin would be the day after tomorrow. If Sae pissed you off even more, there was no telling if you would withdraw your investment, leaving U20 in the lurch with no funds for their next season. He had to play his cards right.

Maybe he would reach out to you after the fight. That way, both of your minds would be clear and hopefully, open to reconciliation.

He glanced at his twisted fingers in despair.

I’m sorry Y/N. Let me make it up to you when the time is right.

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jooba · 8 months ago

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cheater x reader p2

“I hate you.”

TW: MDNI, noncon, abusive relationship, kidnapping, cheating

wordcount: 2,381

Read the First Part.

The new house was, admittedly, beautiful. It was a two-story cabin with large living spaces and a freaking hot tub. There were goofy inspirational signs in every room and a welcome mat with an adorable little dog on it. The house overlooked a giant hill littered with beautiful giant oaks and a vast landscape that seemed to flow for miles. If it wasn’t for your current situation, you would probably be in heaven. But it was hard to enjoy the peacefulness of the woods when Emery was always agitated at something. Hard to enjoy the warmth of the hot tub when Emery’s touch chilled you to the core. Hard to feel anything but fear and sorrow, really.

You aren’t really sure where the house is located, but you know that it is definitely off-the-grid. Screaming for hours certainly didn’t bring any heroes to save you, and you hadn’t even seen any paved roads. Alone. Alone with Emery. Being kidnapped wasn’t turning out to be as fun as fiction made it out to be. Emery was controlling, abusive, and switched emotions at the drop of a hat. A complete switch from the sweet, passionate man you thought you loved only just a few weeks ago.

The only alone time you got was either when he’d let you bathe unsupervised or when he’d lock you in a windowless room for hours. And even then, you felt riddled with anxiety. You just couldn’t escape him! You especially couldn't escape his damned touch. It seemed he felt it was his mission to be touching or using you at all times, almost in desperation. Disgusting. Every time your skin touched his skin made you want to rip the affected area off and rub yourself clean. How had it gotten this bad? How had you let such a monster into your life without seeing the signs?

“Oh god beav, you make me feel so good.” The monster whimpered as his slimy cock slid between your thighs, just barely nudging your clit with each thrust. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your hips back to bump his. His favorite position: both of you on your sides, him behind you pulling one of your legs up to better accommodate his width. Used to be one of your favorites too. Now it just made you feel sick.

At least this morning he didn't jump to splitting your pussy open without any prep. Your body seemed used to his touch and usually responded quickly and easily: it was a struggle not to react. But this morning, even as he rubbed your clit furiously and whispered promises in your ear, you didn't get wet. To his frustration, of course. So he decided instead to pleasure himself with your thighs. His thrusts are growing heavier and sloppier, and you began praying for him to finish quickly. Just let today’s hell finish quickly.

He says something too low for you to understand, and then one of his hands snakes around your neck suddenly; too suddenly for you to react. You immediately cry out, hands flying up to claw against his forearm. One of his new quirks is to grab you by the neck harshly, and the bruise was there to prove it happened much too often.

“Emery, please!” You cry, struggling against his hold. It burns! He grunts in your ear, slamming particularly hard against you.

“Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Yesss, wiggle against me like that~”

Another cry escapes you, but you stop struggling. Just try to hold on for a little bit longer.

“Monster.” You whimper, hating the feel of your tears burning down your face. You hate letting him see you like this. And as he thrusts one last sloppy time, you close your eyes and think about your sister’s smiling face. He can never take the bright memory of your relationship with her away. And that's what gets you through most nights.

The both of you are quiet as he turns you on your back and spreads your legs. You watch through half-closed eyes as he smiles at the sight of his hot cum splashed on your thighs and lower stomach. He huffs through his nose before bringing one hand down to lay flat on your stomach. He paints around your belly button with his cum, twirling and drawing designs that quickly dry into brittle droplets. You can’t contain the jerk of your body as his fingers suddenly poke at your clit. You clench your jaw as he gently swirls his fingers around the numb.

“You’re wasting your time,” you promise with a whisper. He doesn’t stop to acknowledge your words except to rub you harder. He rapidly swirls your clit around his thumb, pinching you painfully. You grimace and jerk your hips back, but he’s quick to follow. The rubbing only gets rougher as your body refuses to cooperate with him. Your anxiety gets worse as you see the frustrated clench of his brow become prominent.

“What’s wrong with you?” He growls after a particularly rough pinch.

“Ah- it hurts!” you groan before you can stop yourself.

Emery flinches back, seeming surprised. You pull your legs up into yourself quickly, trying to avoid bawling in front of him. He watches as uncontrollable twitches take over your body, your face clenched painfully and avoiding his gaze. He sighs as he gets up, heading over to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. This isn’t how he wanted to day to start. He wets a washcloth with warm, soapy water before heading back into the room where his love is. She is still curled on the bed, except she has pulled a blanket up over her. She flinches when he pulls the blanket back and stops breathing when he cleans her skin with the washcloth. It's when he lifts her legs to clean the back of her thighs that she speaks once more.

“I hate you.” Her voice is small and weak, but it hits Emery exactly where it hurts. He clears his throat, not responding to the statement as he pulls away from her.

“Come on out in a bit, I’ll make some pancakes.” He tosses the washcloth into a corner somewhere and pulls on the smooth robe that his mother had bought for him as a Christmas present last year. Neither of the two say anything else to each other as Emery pads out of the room, both feeling exhausted.

It’s been some time, and Emery has only let you go outside a handful of times. Of course, the first time he did you ran for your life but got caught and punished only an hour later. Your mind seizes as you think of it, so you’ve been “well-behaved” every other time he let you out. The landscape was truly idyllic and soothed your mind just a bit. The best part, undoubtedly, was the hot tub

The sun was just lowering over the horizon, sending rays of light over the treetops in the most spectacular fashion. The rippling bubbles of the hot tub relaxed your body and mind nearly perfectly, if only it weren't for the presence of one Emery Arning, lounging in a chair nearby sipping a beer. He was wearing swim trunks but hadn’t gotten into the tub to join you, thankfully. You faced against one side, arms propping your head up. You couldn’t actually see Emery at the angle but his energy was overwhelming.

“Do you want anything to drink, beaver? I could make you some lemonade.”

Ah, tonight he was eager to please. After last week’s fiasco, he has been even more clingy and eager to please. You refrain from responding, as you have been. You can tell it frustrates him that you’re giving him the silent treatment but something inside almost feels broken.

“Your shoulders look tense, I can give you a back massage.” You force yourself to relax, slouching into your arms even more. His bottle clinks as he sets it down.

“What about some music? I bet some classical would be nice right now.”

And on and on he goes. You just wish he would get the message and leave you the fuck alone, but you know that won’t ever happen. You’re lucky he hasn’t exploded on you because of your behavior yet.

“Beaver, do you remember that time we got invited to your friend's birthday party?” You can’t help but wonder where he's going with this one.

“She had a hot tub, like this one, and we snuck out of the party to try it out.”

You’re tensing once more, realizing exactly what day he is bringing up now. The two of you had slinked away, stripped to the nude, and sucked face in her hot tub without her ever knowing. It was an embarrassing memory, and it used to make you feel excited and flustered. A few moments pass as neither of you says anything. You straighten up and turn until you meet his eyes.

“I sucked your dick under the water, remember that? I nearly choked but it was fun, right?” A small smile lights his (stupid) handsome face. He seems extremely pleased you responded to him finally.

“We used to do a lot of crazy shit…” He sighs wistfully. You straighten up even more.

“The friend who had the hot tub, that was the same one you cheated on me with right? I bet you fucked her good in that hot tub too.” Your words come out much more venomous than you intended, but you remain firm. His smile immediately drops and he opens his mouth, intending to respond. You don't let him.

“I wonder, did you push her underwater to gag on your dick too? Bet it felt real good, huh baby? Got two bitches to plug up their mouths with your oh-so-heavenly cock?” You’re almost surprised at how vulgar you are, but it feels good to fucking finally let it out. He rises to his feet, hands raised in surrender. He looks panicked and the sight pleases you immensely. He steps towards you.

“Anything I did with her was nothing like what I did with you, I promise! I told you already, she doesn’t matter. She was just a replacement while you were gone!”

You stand up and dodge his reach, splashing to the other side of the tub.

“Don’t touch me.” You breathe heavily, watching him for any more sudden movements. He looks ready to leap at you. God, you hate this. You hate this!

“She told me everything, Emery. Fucking everything.” You’re lying, but by crumple of his face, he doesn’t realize.

You laugh fakely to hide the shaking of your legs and say, “None of that matters, but I just don’t understand why we’re parading around this house like newlyweds when you don’t love me. Why try to talk to me like you care and bring up old memories like any of it matters to you? What the fuck are you even getting out of this?”

At every word, every new accusation, he sinks further and further into himself. He brings a hand up to his chest, clenching at his skin.

“None of.. None of that is true,” he sniffles. Pathetic. “You think I don’t love you?” His eyes meet yours, and in that moment he looks more broken than you’ve ever seen him. “Jesus, if I had known… Beaver, I love you more than anything else! You have to believe that.”

You’re reminded of the sniveling man who told you he wanted to wed you and have kids with you: the man who said all he wanted to do was protect you. And then you remember how he choked you until you fainted. And how he fucking kidnapped you. You’re not sure what you believe, but you know that while agitating him is satisfying, you are more than likely to get hurt. His eyes widen, watching as you slump to sit at the edge of the hot tub. After hours in the tub and a sudden heart-racing confrontation, the heat feels like too much. Your skin feels cold, clammy, and burning hot all at the same time. Dizziness causes you to sway.

“I hate you,” you say, refusing to not get one last cut in.

As slow as a turtle, Emery lifts a leg into the hot tub, inching closer to you. You can only watch warily.

“I love you,” he says and smiles weakly.

Finally, his hands rest on your shoulders, where he helps you out of the hot tub and into a chair. You feel weak, but you can’t stand the sad look on his face. You loll your head back and stare intently at the stars slowly appearing in the orange sky. You ignore him as he pats your body dry and brings a cup of water to your lips. All the while he coos at you and says things like, “Shhh, I’ll always take care of you.” and “That’s it, just relax.”

His hand gently wraps around your chin, alarmingly close to your neck, but he coos away at your flinch. He brings your head down to meet his eyes and smiles soothingly at you. It’s easy enough to ignore the tear tracks on his face. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, and he lightly squeezes your cheeks until you're pouting.

“That’s m’ girl,” he whispers.

You’re tense as he leans in, his eyes closing. No. He hasn’t kissed you since-!

His lips are warm and smooth like you remember them. He was always a good kisser, and you can’t help the way you melt into him. He nudges his nose against yours, and the kiss becomes deeper and passionate. His other hand wraps around the back of your neck, but you don’t even notice. It’s only when his beard tickles you slightly that you pull away. He watches with a glazed expression as you gently touch your lips, smiling just slightly. The rush of happiness that flows through you feels good, but there's no way it’ll last. He lets you push him away but remains close as you try to process what just happened. And as the sun finally disappears into the horizon, you feel more lost than ever.

#suggest potential content warnings i missed #cheating #kidnapping cw #cheater x reader #yandere x reader #this series isn't in order #your nickname is beaver #x reader

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evaraeveryday · 3 months ago

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🐦‍⬛Crøw🐦‍⬛

Excited to post my first fanfic!

Summary: when MC finds herself in a dangerous position, Sylus sends his best to watch over her. The events leading up to the phone call “crow”

Content warning: drinking, stalking

Tags: Fem!Reader Protective!Sylus

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It was another long day, with metaflux levels on the rise you had been going non stop all day taking out wanderers. Though you are exhausted you head toward a small roadside bar and pull up a stool.

“Hello,” you smile at the elderly barkeep. “One glass of beer, please.”

You sit with your beer, enjoying the peace when a man in his mid 20’s approaches you. You side eye him as he approaches, taking in his wrinkled jeans and worn hoodie. His face was still boyish, though the five o clock shad was a stark contrast.

“Good evening Miss,” he smiles and from that smile you can tell he’s used to his boyish charm getting him whatever he wanted. “Care for company?” He asks you, having already pulled out a stool next to your own.

“No, thank you,” you decline offering a polite smile. You could have sworn his smile had dropped from his face for a split second before it returned smoothly. he put his hands up and backed away to his table.

One beer turned to four and soon you were half walking, half stumbling out of the small tent hollering your thanks to the bar keep. You’re about halfway back to your apartment when the hair on the back of your neck stood on end. You stop in your tracks and slowly assess your surroundings. Soft lighting lines the streets, and aside from a couple smoking outside of a bar, no one else was around. Cautiously, you continue on. You strain your ears as you walk listening for any sign of danger. Hearing soft footsteps trailing behind you, you quickly turn around. Nothing. You decide to run the last 75 feet to your apartment building and hurriedly scan your key, securely closing the door securely behind you.

You peer across the street, straining your eyes in search of the reason for your nerves being on edge. Hesitantly, you head up to your apartment. Entering your dark, spacious apartment, you take a moment to lock the door and latch it shut before checking the rooms for any intruders. After ensuring the emptiness of your apartment, you grab a cold glass of water and take a long sip. Could you just be paranoid? Maybe being on high alert at work was making you more sensitive. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear your door handle jiggle.

Quietly, you sneak over to the door and peer through the peephole to see a boyish face examining your door. He lifts your welcome mat before feeling around the edges of your door. It occurs to you he’s looking for a key. You take a step back from the door, hoping he didn’t see your shadow through the peephole. After a tense few seconds, you work up the courage to peer back into the hall. Pressing your face to the door, you jump as your phones ringtone blares from your pants pocket. You check the peephole again to see an empty hallway and let out a relieved sigh as your phone continued to ring. The special ringtone could only belong to one person; Sylus.

“What is it,” you demand into the phone as you take another peek into the hallway to be sure it was still empty.

“Well, good evening to you too, Kitten,” the deep voice on the other end of the line croons. “What’s wrong?” He asked, concern trickling into his voice when you don’t respond with a snarky comment.

“Nothing,” you sigh, perching on the arm of your sofa. “I just think some creep followed me home.” The other end of the line went deadly silent.

“What did they look like?” Was all Sylus asked. You knew that tone and instantly went into deescalation mode.

“It’s fine, Sylus. He’s gone already and probably won’t be coming back. Plus, I can defend myself.” You remind him. He hums in slight agreement, though you’re sure this is not the last you’ve heard of the subject. “So, what do you want?”

The next morning you were on high alert as you walked to work. So it was easy to notice that you had a tail. Testing your theory, you stop and go a few times listening for the telltale fluttering of mechanical wings. Sylus must have sent Mephisto to watch you. You turn and yell in the general direction you suspect your stalker to be.

“Go home!” You yell, flailing your arms in a shooing motion. Silence responded back to you. You huff out an impatient breath and whip out your phone, dialing Sylus’ number. No answer. You roll your eyes before shoving your phone back into your pocket and continuing on to work. Later you attempt another call to Sylus. Straight to voicemail.

Throughout the day you continue your barrage of calls each time you catch glimpse of that damned bird who you just KNOW is reporting your every move to Onychinus’ leader. At work, you look up possible ways to disable the bird, but By the time you make it back home you have completely lost your patience. You slide your glass patio door open and step into the cool night air coming face to face with your feathery, mechanical stalker.

“I know you have better things to be doing besides babysitting,” you attempt to reason with the bird. “Why don’t you just go ahead and do whatever mechanical menaces do?” The bird just stares at you blankly. For a second, you’re unsure if the bird is functioning. You knock on its head and it lets out a caw that sounds more like grinding gears startling you slightly. You glare at the cursed creature and turn to head back inside, ignoring its trilling caws that you’re sure is laughter. Before you could slide the door shut, he flew inside, taking a watchful position on the counter.

“You look thirsty,” you comment, sliding a glass of water to the bird perched on your counter. It cocks its head at you and lets out a caw.

As you’re debating smashing the bird with a rock, you finally receive a call back from Sylus.

“You called a dozen times,” he sighs. “What’s up?”

#love and deepspace #fanfic #drabble #love and deepspace sylus #lnds sylus #lads sylus #lads #one shot

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rabbitbandit05 · 8 months ago

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for starters, I love your writing so so much! i have a bunch of request ideas but won't overwhelm you too much, but one concept I had was modern mizu x spiritual reader? if that isn't too much of a problem, like maybe the reader is into witchy stuff and believes in the universe and signs, and practices magick? like just imagine mizu walked in their apartment and there are just little altars, and the reader does little cleansing rituals, and gives mizu little 'spell jars' and is just so in tune with nature and I am wondering how you think Mizu would react? i was scrolling on tiktok and saw a video and got the idea, and if you are okay with writing that I think it'd be silly seeing how mizu thinks of it (in a positive light probably?) hcs would be preferred :)

Mizu with a Spiritual/Witch Reader

Anon- this is brilliant. I had to write this down as soon as I saw this.

I tried to incorporate as much as I could remember from when I was a practicing witch, as well as doing additional research to double check it. I just did some general things but I hope you like it!

Also again: requests are open for both headcanons and longer writing prompts. Those who have submitted- I’m working on them! 🐰🙏

Enjoy!

I don’t think Mizu 100% gets it, but understands some of it

When you two had met, and after talking for a bit, you casually mentioned how you knew you would get along with Mizu because you had done a reading (a tarot reading) that morning and were expecting new beginnings

And new beginnings she was- you two started dating after talking for a few weeks.

During the first few weeks of dating, you would gift her small candles (which you explained the colors meant different things- many of which you gifted her were blue- which apparently meant peace of mind and good fortune- both things she needed)

You would also give her gemstones- rose quartz (if you know- you know 😉), Citrine, selenite, and amethyst

and even one time a aquamarine- since you claimed it reminded you of her eyes

At first she kinda brushed off the comments and didn’t think much- she knew you had to be some sort of witch, but didn’t really mind and didn’t understand the extent of it

Until she walked into your apartment for the first time-

“You’re like a crow” Mizu would blurt out after entering your apartment and seeing the crystals, the herbs in pots that littered the window seal, the hanging tapestry’s, and that didn’t even mention the multiple windchimes that hung throughout the apartment that casted rainbows on the walls of the sun hit it just the right way

Mizu can see it already on a sunny afternoon- the windows open, light filtering in, the scent of your candles and herbs around her- it was a comfort she couldn’t quiet place

“A crow???” You look at Mizu not offended, but more confused- this snapped Mizu back to present day as she realized what she had said

“I mean- I misspoke-“ Mizu is now flustered. She didn’t mean it negatively but more like an assessment of the surroundings.

It reminded her of a birds nest with how cozy your home was, and she once heard that crows like to collect shiny things- and give it to people- much like you. The connection had just popped up into her head really.

She sees it not as just some hobby, but that it was a part of you and important to you

The occasional prayers to whoever your deity is (if you have one) has become a regular occurance for her and actually, she tries to be as respectful as she can be

Mizu joins in occasionally in whoever you are praying to- even if most of the time not knowing-

She also can’t turn to you mid session and ask who you are praying to because that might be rude to interrupt

One time, Mizu walked into your apartment (she had had a rough day), and you stopped her at the welcome mat before she could walk further into the apartment

“I sense bad energy on you…” you calmly state “stay there-“ and you ran into the kitchen and returned with an egg

“Ummm… do I need to eat this?” A giggle erupted from you

“No- you need to roll it all over you to get rid of the bad energy. If we crack it and the yolk is cloudy, it means it worked” yeah cause that made more sense than eating the egg- Mizu thought- but she still let you roll the egg all over her before cracking it open and finding the yolk cloudy as you said.

“There! See?” You showed her and she simply hummed out a thank you and kissed you on your head.

She really adored everything- from your alters to the small jars you would gift her on special occasions or just because you felt like it- she cherished each and every thing.

#mizu x reader #bes mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #bes #headcanon

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whateverisbeautiful · 9 months ago

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#20: I Don't Have A Problem (S3E12)

Clear. 🤩 One of The Walking Dead's best episodes for many reasons, but especially for the beautiful seeds it planted between Rick and Michonne. The fence is where their lives became interlocked, and Clear is the start of where their hearts became interlocked. And in this scene right here, Richonne became absolutely inevitable...

This whole episode is something special, and I love Rick and Michonne's every interaction, with an honorable mention to their “the mat said welcome” scene. 😋 From the moment they met, these two had some romantic tension brewing, and it nearly boils over in this scene that just had to make the top 20.

Rick has brought Carl on his first run and decided to bring Michonne along to help and to see what she’s about. It'll forever be telling to me that Rick felt comfortable enough to have Michonne on this run alone with him and his kid.

Despite some arguing that Rick was strictly skeptical of Michonne during this era of their relationship, I think the fact that he brought her out here to his former neighborhood and then, even more, let Michonne go out unsupervised on a crib run with Carl showed that there was some level of trust here that I don't think Rick would give to just anybody. Like while Rick initially tried to fight how drawn he was to Michonne in season 3, his behavior with her still painted a clear picture that to him...

And Michonne shows both Rick and Carl just how special she is and proves that she’s the real deal in all aspects throughout the episode. Especially in this scene here.

So what I love about this scene is that in a moment where Rick is feeling visibly frustrated and disappointed, Michonne’s regal calm spirit practically tames his defensive energy. He asks if she has a problem with the new approach they have to take, despite her showing no signs of having an issue. And Rick asking this will just always make me amused because no one got him hot and bothered quite like Michonne just existing.

Like she was silent for a literal second, but that was enough to evoke a reaction from him. And Andy, to me, found the perfect way to ask where it was defensive without sounding overtly challenging or particularly offputting.

And then Danai just makes all the right choices in this scene cuz Michonne knows that she doesn’t need to match that testy energy. Instead, she turns slowly and looks right at Rick and sets the tone by gently saying, “No Rick, I don’t have a problem.” 👏🏽👑

Something about even just her saying his name has some weight to it. And I love that this is the approach she takes. This is genuinely me every time I hear Michonne perfectly deliver that line...

Michonne had been a bit quieter and apart from the group prior, and this line is her elegant offering to let Rick know she isn’t his opponent and wants to help - that she isn’t a problem and doesn’t have a problem, not with his approach, or just doesn’t have a problem in general that he has to worry about.

And then to make that verbal offering of her alliance even more physical, Michonne hands Rick the lone bullet she picked up. Rick takes it and the way they focus on their hands again feels like it’s an important exchange. It’s like their first peace offering. And it’s one of the first of many things Michonne and Rick will hand each other, including a very special pack of mints that parallels this scene a bit. 😊

I love that Carl is visible in this scene and noting this exchange between his dad and the woman who will become his mom and his best friend. Carl knew something was up here and that something was different about this. He was still skeptical of Michonne at this point, but I think it was at this moment he began to tell that Michonne has some sort of unique impact on his dad.

This scene is also special because this is Rick in the freshest stage of being a single dad. He has to raise his son, who went through the trauma of having to put down his mom, and he also has a newborn to take care of, who he knows is actually Lori and Shane’s baby. And he has to deal with all this madness with the Governor. The weight of the world was on Rick's shoulders, and you see him really frustrated that the lack of guns at the station is yet another L. But Michonne is just so calm about it which is the energy he truly needs in his life.

She just asked if there’s a new solution cuz she only envisions winning. Even just when hearing Rick earlier explain how he was the police in this small town and there are other places to check and all that you can tell that he’s used to being second-guessed and challenged by people, and having to prove himself...But Michonne isn’t other people. She gets him, and she’s not rattled by their situation, so he doesn’t have to prove himself.

I also love how, even as they speak, it’s tense but not harsh. There’s just always this passion pulsating between them, even as strangers.

There’s so much power in the fact that Michonne wasn’t hostile back, but rather calm, collected, and compassionate. The way she looks at him here just says she sees Rick in a deeper way than most. Even that early in their relationship, she understood him.

So even with Rick bugging out, it doesn’t intimidate her or put her off, Michonne gets it and she handles it beautifully. If Rick and Carl didn’t know they were rocking with a queen before then, they knew now.

And y’all, I know Rick knew they were with someone special because of his reaction after this exchange.

Rick’s reaction to Michonne after she hands him the bullet and looks right in his eyes with that soft knowing expression before walking away is the cherry on top of this golden scene because homeboy looks like he’s been fully enchanted. Like Rick's whole energy is giving...

Rick pockets the bullet and takes a whole moment to collect himself after the way Michonne looked at him. His look up to the sky was a 'dang, can Lori see me falling for another woman in just a few short days?' look. #DirectMindQuote 😂

Rick and Michonne felt a spark right then and there. I know it. And no characters would have an exchange like this unless it was a seed toward something romantic growing.

Even deeper than that, I love that this moment was an insight into so much of what makes Rick and Michonne's relationship special. They can speak to each other and reach each other in any state. They can be a calming presence. They can enchant each other. They are so clearly the exact type of person the other needs in their life. They have such a unique and positive influence on each other, and this was the beginning of many moments that show that.

I love that it was this moment that had even Danai wondering if Rick and Michonne were endgame and that it was then confirmed that for Gimple, Richonne really was in the works during this episode. I mean after an exchange like this, the road to Rick and Michonne falling in love was pretty much guaranteed.

So I love seeing Rick and Michonne in this early stage, especially knowing they will go on to become beloved family to each other in the fullest sense. #Husband&Wife 😌

#richonne #top 30 #number 20 #rick x michonne #reveling in richonne #twd 3.12 #top 20 #twd towl #the ones who live

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☠️ Clipped Wings: Chapter Ten

Clipped Wings: After living a life in seclusion due to an over protective father, you sneak away to experience life as it really is. Slowly building up the woman you always wanted to be, your quiet life is interrupted when you meet a rather elastic boy and his crew. This is just the beginning of trouble and your carefully crafted life starts to crumble around you. The past never really stays in the past, and now it has come knocking. In more ways than one.

Warnings: Methinks it’s a boring chapter, but kinda needed?

To Note: Dracule Mihawk x Reader, NAMED!FemReader, Some physical features have been given (hair & eye color).

Word Count: ~2.8k

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You step off the ship and onto the dock at Shimotsuki Village, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in your chest. The village is quaint and picturesque, with traditional houses lining the cobblestone streets.

Clutching your bag tightly, you make your way through the village, your eyes scanning for any signs that might point you in the direction of Koshiro's dojo. People bustle around you, going about their daily routines. Children laugh and play in the streets while vendors call out their wares from colorful stalls.

You approach an elderly woman tending to a small vegetable stand. Her face is lined with years of wisdom, and her eyes sparkle with kindness.

"Excuse me," you say, “can you tell me how to get to Koshiro's dojo?"

The woman looks up from her work and studies you for a moment before nodding. "Ah, you're looking for Koshiro-sensei's dojo? It's not far from here. Just follow this road straight ahead until you reach the large cherry blossom tree. The dojo is just beyond it."

You thank her and continue on your way, your heart beating a little faster with each step. As you walk, you can't help but admire the beauty of Shimotsuki Village. The peaceful atmosphere contrasts sharply with the life you've led so far, filled with uncertainty and struggle.

The large cherry blossom tree soon comes into view, its branches heavy with delicate pink flowers. You pause for a moment to take in the sight before pressing on. Just as the elderly woman had said, the dojo stands just beyond the tree—a modest yet sturdy building with a wooden sign bearing Koshiro's name.

You push open the gate and step into the courtyard, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. The sound of wooden swords clashing echoes from within the dojo, mingling with the rhythmic thud of footsteps on tatami mats.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you walk up to the entrance and slide open the door. Inside, students are practicing their forms under Koshiro's watchful eye. The master swordsman turns to face you as you enter, his expression unreadable but his presence commanding.

"Welcome," he says simply.

"I've come to train," you reply bluntly, meeting his gaze head-on. "I wish to be stronger so I don't have to rely on others."

Koshiro's gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail. You stand tall, refusing to let any hint of nervousness show. You've faced far worse than this.

"You wish to train here?" His voice carries authority, each word precise.

"I do," you answer firmly. "I've traveled a long way to find this dojo."

He studies you for a moment longer, then nods. "Very well. Join the others and observe for now."

You nod in return and step aside, finding a spot against the wall where you can watch the students practice. They move with a fluid grace, their wooden swords clashing in a rhythm that speaks of years of discipline and training. Your fingers itch to join them, to feel the weight of a sword in your hand.

As you watch, a young boy stumbles and falls during his practice. The other students snicker, but Koshiro steps forward, his expression stern.

"Focus, Kenta," he says. "Balance is key."

The boy scrambles to his feet, determination written on his face. You can't help but admire his spirit; it reminds you of your own when you first set out on your journey.

The training session continues, and you observe every move, every technique. You mentally catalog each detail, planning how you'll integrate them into your own style. When the session finally ends, Koshiro approaches you.

"You're still here," he notes.

"I am," you reply.

He seems to consider something before speaking again. "Why do you seek strength?"

You hesitate for a moment before answering. "I was raised under the direction of hands that desired to mold me into what they wished, and without choice. That has left me weak and naive to the world I want to live in."

Koshiro's gaze sharpens as you speak. He nods slowly, understanding flickering in his eyes. "Strength for freedom, then."

You give a small nod in return. "Yes. To never be under someone's control again."

He gestures toward the training area. "You will join the others tomorrow at dawn. Training begins early. But for now, you may find your place among the other students."

You lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling of the dormitory. The first light of dawn filters through the small window, casting a soft glow across the room. The rhythmic breathing of your fellow students surrounds you, is a strange reminder that you're not alone anymore.

None of them had blinked an eye when you arrived last night. They had simply helped you settle in, showing you to an empty bed and offering quiet smiles. The acceptance without question feels strange, almost unsettling. You're used to suspicion and caution, not this easy assimilation.

You shift under the thin blanket, feeling the weight of the upcoming day pressing on your chest. Your muscles are tense with anticipation and a hint of anxiety. You can't afford to mess this up. This is your chance to prove yourself, to gain the strength you've long sought.

The room is sparsely furnished—a few beds lined against the walls, a couple of wooden chests for personal belongings. Your own chest sits at the foot of your bed, containing the few possessions you managed to bring along: a change of clothes, some basic supplies, your sewing kit.

A rustling sound catches your attention. You glance over to see one of the students—Kenta—stirring awake. He rubs his eyes and sits up, blinking sleepily at you.

"You're up early," he notes, his voice still groggy from sleep.

"Couldn't sleep," you admit quietly.

He nods in understanding. "First day jitters?"

"Something like that. I'm afraid that I'm too weak."

Kenta offers you a small, encouraging smile. "You'll get stronger. Everyone starts somewhere."

His words resonate with you more than he probably realizes. You give him a nod of thanks and sit up, stretching your arms above your head. The room is starting to stir now, the other students waking up and preparing for the day ahead.

You follow their lead, quickly changing into your training clothes—a simple gi that feels strange against your skin compared to the fine fabrics you're used to. Kenta gestures for you to follow the others filing out of the dorm bleary eyed and still half asleep.

You follow the other students into the dining hall, a simple room with low wooden tables and cushions scattered around. The aroma of steamed rice and miso soup fills the air, mingling with the sound of quiet chatter and clicking chopsticks. Your stomach growls. You hope that your palate tolerates the food.

You take a seat at one of the tables, mirroring the others as they kneel on the cushions. A young girl with bright eyes and a shy smile sets a bowl of rice and a small plate of pickled vegetables in front of you. You thank her softly, your eyes flicking to the pair of chopsticks beside the bowl.

You've seen them used before, but had always been too intimidated to try using them. Your nannies had drilled fork and knife etiquette into your brain until you murmured it in your sleep. Reaching for the odd utensils, your fingers hover uncertainly over the chopsticks. You pause and look at the others deftly picking up bits of food and eating without a wink of difficulty. They make it look so easy, their movements running automatic.

Pressing your lips together, you pick up the chopsticks and awkwardly position them between your fingers. The first attempt to grasp a piece of rice ends in failure—the grains slip through your grip, scattering back into the bowl. You glance around, hoping no one noticed your struggle.

Kenta sits across from you, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches your efforts. "First time using chopsticks?" he asks between bites of his own breakfast.

You nod, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Yes. I have been strictly taught the etiquette of a fork and knife."

He sets his own chopsticks down and reaches over to adjust your grip. You blink in surprise at how easily he offers his help. "Like this," he instructs gently, repositioning your fingers. "Hold one steady and move the other."

You mimic his movements, finding it slightly easier with his guidance. You are still clumsy however. Letting out a breath of relief, you give Kenta a smile. "Thank you."

"No problem," he replies with a grin before echoing his earlier statement, “everyone has to start somewhere."

With renewed determination to master another first, you manage to pick up a small piece of pickled vegetable. It wobbles precariously but stays between the chopsticks long enough for you to bring it to your mouth. Though the vegetable hits your chin on its way there. The taste is tangy and slightly sweet—unlike anything you’ve ever tried before but still palatable.

The rest of breakfast continues in this fashion—slow attempts at mastering the chopsticks while exchanging small talk with Kenta and some of the other students. They share stories about their training, offering advice and encouragement without judgment.

By the time you finish your meal, you've managed to eat most of it without too much difficulty. Your fingers ache slightly from the unfamiliar grip, but you are pleased with the progress you've made on your own. It is only chop sticks. Nonetheless you are pleased, very pleased.

Breakfast ends, and you rise with the other students, following them out of the dining hall and into the training area. The dojo's courtyard is spacious, with a well-worn path circling around it and patches of grass sprouting between the stones. The air is cool, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the cherry blossom tree, scattering petals across the ground.

You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you join the group, trying to blend in. The students move around as if on autopilot, their expressions focused but calm. You glance around, taking in the sight of various training equipment—wooden swords, target dummies, and weighted bags—all neatly arranged along the edges of the courtyard.

A girl with short hair and a serious demeanor catches your eye. She offers you a nod and gestures for you to follow her. "Morning stretches," she explains in a hushed voice. "We start every day with them."

You nod, grateful for her guidance. How embarrassing it would be if you just stand there with a perplexed look upon your face. She leads you to an open spot in the courtyard where the other students are already forming lines. You mimic their movements as they spread out, giving each other enough space to stretch without bumping into one another.

The girl demonstrates the first stretch—a simple forward bend—and you follow suit. The stretch feels good, loosening muscles that are still stiff from sleep. You continue through a series of stretches: reaching for your toes, twisting your torso, rolling your shoulders.

"Hold each position for a count of ten," she advises quietly, glancing at you to make sure you're keeping up.

The morning sun rises higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the courtyard as you move through the routine. Your muscles gradually relax under the gentle pressure of each stretch until you are moving smoother and with better rhythm.

By the time you finish, your body feels more awake but more clumsy than ever. Overworked almost. The girl gives you an approving nod before moving back to her place among the other students. With the stretches complete, Koshiro steps into view and he immediately commands the attention from everyone in the courtyard.

"Let's begin," he announces simply.

And so begins your first day of training at Koshiro's dojo.

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the courtyard, you find yourself standing in front of a mirror in the dormitory. One of the girl students, the same one who helped you with stretches earlier, is now assisting you in preparing for the evening ceremony.

"Hold still," she instructs gently, gathering your hair into a loose ponytail. It's been washed and treated to be smooth and sleek in preparation of the ceremony. Her fingers work deftly, securing the tie and smoothing any stray strands. "There, that should do it."

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror—your reflection looks different than it did this morning. There's a sense of purpose in your eyes, a determination that wasn't there before. You want this, you want this so bad. The official gi you're wearing feels foreign yet fitting, its crisp lines and sturdy fabric a stark contrast to the delicate dresses of your past.

"Thank you," you say, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

She smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're welcome. You did well today despite it being new and challenging. It will be hard in the beginning because you are new to this and your body isn’t ready, but with persistence, it will be.”

You nod with a faint smile. "I appreciate your guidance."

She waves off your gratitude with a casual hand. "It's what we're here for—to help each other grow."

You turn to face her fully, taking in her features—short hair framing her face, a look of quiet strength in her eyes. "I'm Vee," you offer, feeling it's time to introduce yourself properly.

"Sakura," she replies with a nod. “My parents weren’t exactly creative when naming me… It's nice to meet you, Vee."

A comfortable silence settles between you as you both finish preparing. A few last tugs on your gi, Sakura fussing over nonexistent wrinkles… The dormitory is quiet now, most of the other students already gathered outside for the ceremony. You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling within you.

"Ready?" Sakura asks, breaking the silence.

You nod at Sakura and wind your hands together to offset the nerves trying to claw their way front and center. Together, you walk out of the dormitory and into the courtyard, where the other students have already gathered in a semicircle. The soft murmur of their conversations quiets as you step into the center, all eyes now focused on you.

Master Koshiro stands at the forefront. He holds a small ceremonial knife, its blade gleaming in the fading light. As you approach, he extends it toward you with a solemn expression.

"Vee," he begins, his voice carrying across the courtyard, "this ceremony marks your commitment to this path and your dedication to growth."

You nod, accepting the knife with surprisingly steady hands. The weight of it feels significant—both literally and metaphorically. Are blades supposed to be this heavy? You turn to face the students, who watch with a mixture of curiosity and respect. It has been a while since a new student joined.

Taking a deep breath, you raise the knife to your hair. The tie holds your hair in place, creating a clear line just above it. With a determined grip, you bring the blade down and cut through the midnight locks in one swift motion.

You feel a lightness as most of your hair falls away, leaving you with a length you’ve never really felt before. It feels so freeing. You hold the bundle of hair in your hands for a moment, contemplating what it represents—the shedding of your old self and the embrace of your new journey for strength.

With a delicate touch, you place the hair bundle into a small vessel set on a stone pedestal nearby. Your cut hair curls in a small circle as you reach for the matchbox that sits aside the vessel. Without hesitation, you stake a match and strike it, dropping it into the vessel.

Fire consumes your hair quickly, turning it to ash and smoke that drifts up into the evening sky. The scent of burning hair mingles with the fresh breeze, creating an almost tangible sense of transformation.

As the flames consume the last remnants of your hair, the weight of your past seems to disappear from your shoulders. Sylvia will disappear from your mind and body. You step back from the pedestal and Master Koshiro nods in approval.

"Welcome, Vee," he says warmly. "From this moment forward, you are part of our family. We are bound by our commitment to growth and strength."

The other students bow in agreement, acknowledging your acceptance into their ranks. Sakura stands nearby with encouragement reflecting in her eyes. Kenta stands next to her and gives you a chin nod.

"Thank you," you say quietly, your voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside you. Your fingers reach up and touch the cut strands hanging by your jaw. It has never been this short.

Master Koshiro gestures for everyone to gather around. "Tonight, we celebrate Vee's new beginning. Tomorrow, we train harder."

Date Published: 9/21/24

Last Edit: 9/21/24

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Path of Valor

Chapter 1: The Hunter and the Witcher

In the heart of the Continent, where monsters and magic coexisted, there was a small village nestled on the edge of a dense, dark forest. The villagers led a simple life, sustained by the bounty of the land and the forest, but they knew that their existence was constantly threatened by the very woods that sustained them.

One fateful morning, (Y/N), a young woman with fiery determination in her eyes and a lithe grace in her step, embarked on a hunting expedition. Her village depended on her skills as a hunter, for she had a unique ability to track and subdue the most formidable of creatures. Her natural talent for hunting, combined with her knowledge of herbs and the healing arts, made her an invaluable member of the community.

As she ventured deep into the forest, her bow at the ready and her senses attuned to the slightest movement, (Y/N) encountered a trail of blood. It was a clear sign of a wounded creature nearby. She followed the crimson trail with caution, her footsteps silent as a shadow.

Soon, she came across the wounded creature, but it was no ordinary beast. Instead, she found a man—a Witcher—his long, white hair matted with dirt and blood, his eyes closed as he lay in the undergrowth.

Her heart raced as she knelt beside him, examining his injuries. The Witcher bore the unmistakable signs of a fierce battle with a monstrous foe. Gently, she cleaned his wounds with a poultice she had crafted from herbs she had gathered earlier.

It was a painstaking process, but (Y/N) knew the importance of tending to his injuries. She couldn't leave a fellow traveler wounded in the dangerous forest. Once the Witcher's wounds were cleaned and bandaged, she used a mixture of herbs to brew a potent healing potion. After carefully pouring it down his throat, she waited.

Hours passed, and (Y/N) sat vigil beside the unconscious Witcher. The forest was her ally, and the creatures of the woods, sensing her benevolent intent, allowed her to tend to her unexpected guest in peace.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, the Witcher stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. His amber eyes met (Y/N)'s, and there was a moment of silent understanding that passed between them.

"You saved me," he rasped, his voice betraying both gratitude and curiosity.

(Y/N) nodded. "It's not safe to leave a wounded soul in these woods. What happened to you?"

The Witcher hesitated for a moment, his eyes darkening with memories of the battle. "I was tracking a griffin," he finally replied. "It fought fiercely, but I managed to wound it. It fled into the woods."

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed. "Griffins are rarely seen in this region. What brought you here?"

The Witcher's lips curled into a faint smile. "I heard tales of a skilled hunter who resides in this village. I came to seek your aid in tracking the griffin."

(Y/N) considered his words and realized that she was presented with an opportunity. She had always longed for more than the life of a village hunter. The Witcher's presence could open new horizons, granting her the adventure she had yearned for.

"Very well," she said, determination gleaming in her eyes. "I will help you track the griffin, but in return, I have a proposal of my own."

The Witcher raised an inquisitive brow, his gaze locked on (Y/N).

"I want to accompany you on your adventures," she declared. "I've seen the wounds you bear, and I know the dangers you face. With my skills as a herbalist, hunter, and healer, I can be of great use to you."

The Witcher, known as Geralt of Rivia, considered her offer. He knew the road he walked was perilous, but he also recognized the invaluable talents (Y/N) possessed.

Finally, he nodded. "Agreed."

With the deal struck, they gathered their belongings, and (Y/N) led Geralt to her village, where he could rest and recover further. The village welcomed him with cautious curiosity. Word of a Witcher in their midst had spread like wildfire.

As Geralt rested, (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder about his past, his scars, and the monsters he had faced. The other villagers watched him with a mixture of fascination and fear. But (Y/N) saw something more—the weary eyes of a warrior, burdened by the weight of countless battles.

In the days that followed, (Y/N) cared for Geralt's wounds, ensuring that he regained his strength. She mixed poultices and brewed potions, all the while observing his silent and stoic nature. Yet, in his moments of vulnerability, she glimpsed the man behind the Witcher's facade—a man shaped by trials, both internal and external.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the village came alive with the soft glow of lanterns, (Y/N) sat with Geralt by a crackling fire. She offered him a bowl of hearty stew, and they ate in companionable silence.

She finally broke the quietude. "Geralt, tell me about your world—the world of Witchers."

His golden eyes met hers, and he spoke, his voice steady. "It's a world filled with darkness, (Y/N), where monsters lurk in the shadows. Witchers are trained from a young age to hunt and eliminate those monsters. We're mutants, subjected to alchemical experiments that grant us enhanced abilities. But these gifts come at a cost."

(Y/N) nodded, sensing the weight of his words. "The cost of isolation and mistrust."

Geralt's gaze remained fixed on the fire. "Yes, Witchers are feared and often shunned by the very people they protect. But it's a life I've chosen, and it's a life that carries a purpose."

In that moment, (Y/N

) felt a surge of empathy for the Witcher, for the trials he had faced, and the choices he had made. She saw beyond the scars and the gruff exterior, recognizing the depth of his character.

"Your purpose has brought you to my village," she said, her voice soft and compassionate. "And it's a purpose I want to share. Together, we can face the monsters, the darkness, and the unknown. With your skills and my knowledge, we can make a difference."

Geralt studied her with those piercing golden eyes, as if assessing her sincerity. After a moment, he nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Very well, (Y/N). We'll be partners in this journey."

Their alliance was sealed, and the village, which had initially held its reservations, began to accept Geralt as one of their own. The skilled hunter and the enigmatic Witcher became a formidable team, combining their talents to protect the village and venture into the treacherous forest.

As the weeks passed, (Y/N) honed her combat skills under Geralt's guidance, learning to wield a sword and defend herself against the supernatural threats that lurked in the woods. In turn, she taught him the secrets of herblore and the delicate art of healing, using the very forest that had once been a source of danger to mend wounds and cure ailments.

Their partnership blossomed into a genuine friendship, and the bond between them deepened with each shared victory and challenge. (Y/N) admired Geralt's unwavering determination and the code of ethics he followed in a world where morality often blurred into gray areas.

One crisp morning, as they prepared to venture deeper into the forest, Geralt approached (Y/N). He carried a silver pendant, a Witcher's medallion, and handed it to her. "This medallion is a symbol of our partnership," he said. "It's said to react in the presence of magic and danger. Keep it as a reminder of the journey we've embarked on together."

She accepted the medallion, tucking it safely beneath her clothing. "I will, Geralt. Together, we'll face the unknown, and we'll emerge stronger for it."

Their path led them through dark woods, across dangerous swamps, and into haunted ruins. They confronted fearsome beasts and powerful sorcery, their unwavering trust in one another becoming their greatest strength.

One evening, under a sky filled with countless stars, (Y/N) and Geralt sat by their campfire. The forest was alive with the songs of night creatures, and a cool breeze rustled through the trees. (Y/N) gazed up at the night sky, her eyes bright with wonder.

"I never imagined a life like this," she admitted, her voice tinged with awe. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. The journey, the adventures, and the bond we share—it's everything I ever longed for."

Geralt, the stoic Witcher, found himself sharing a rare smile. "I, too, have found something unexpected on this path we walk together. You've given me a glimpse of a different world, a world where trust and compassion are worth fighting for."

Their horses grazed nearby, content and unhurried, embodying the serenity of that moment.

With a warm expression, Geralt extended a hand to (Y/N). "Come, (Y/N), we have many more tales to write in this journey. Let's see what the world has in store for us."

She took his hand, feeling the calluses of his palm against her own. They rose together, leaving the campfire to smolder in the darkness as they mounted their horses. With the silver Witcher's medallion resting against her heart, (Y/N) and Geralt rode on, their hearts set on a horizon filled with promise and adventure.

The hunter and the Witcher, bound by fate and choice, had found in each other the missing pieces of their respective journeys. In the world where monsters and magic were a constant presence, they were two souls who would stand as beacons of hope, light, and unbreakable trust.

Their adventures were only beginning, and in each challenge they faced, they discovered not only the monsters lurking in the shadows but the strength of the connection that grew between them. Together, (Y/N) and Geralt would write a story of valor, friendship, and the enduring spirit of those who dared to walk the path less traveled.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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resi4skz · 4 months ago

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CHAPTER 11

Pairing: Christopher Bahng x Aubrey Williams (OC)

Warnings: smut

This is purely fiction! MDNI

*HAN'S POV*

After signing in the visitor form, the officer in front of me takes me to room with a very thick transparent glass in front of me. "You have 15 minutes," the officer informs and leaves as I take a seat on the provided chair. As I wait, I take out the necessary documents from my briefcase. The buzzer sound suddenly comes on and I glance up as Troy Parker walks in with 2 officers on either side of him. He was in shackles, making him walk in small steps.

"Who are you?" He asked as he sits down.

I take out my business card and present it to him. "I'm here on behalf of Ms. Williams."

"A lawyer?" He scoffs and looks at me. "I'm not signing shit."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Parker, you really don't get a say in this. You're convicted of attempted murder, assault and vandalism. There is no easy way out of this."

"I told you. I'm not signing anything."

"Plus, your mom confessed that you were planning to kill your wife, which may or may not add more years for you."

He scowls, narrowing his eyes. "Bullshit."

I lean back in my chair, sighing. "We have it on recording."

"My mother will never do such a thing," he spat out.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I take out my phone, find the recording and hit play.

"Why are you still defending your son?"

"Because he's my son! My only blood!"

His expression changes from angry to fear.

"She wasn't supposed to find out. We kept the secret and blamed it on her, hoping she stays with him. So when he saw she drifted apart from him, he became a different person. Went crazy. He told me."

"Stop," he shouts. "Stop it!"

"He told me what he was going to do. He even showed me the knife, saying he's gonna kill her and then kill himself afterwards. He....he made the whole plan."

I hit stop and slide the papers under the glass along wirh a pen. "Sign it."

"Fuck you." He spits at the glass.

"Do you really think you have a way out of this?"

"I know people," he said smirking. "I'll be out of here in a couple of days."

"Oh, the people you worked with? The ones who also testified against you and signed away your life?" His expression changes again. "They told us, me, everything. You're never getting out of here, Mr. Parker."

Annoyed, he picks up the pen and signs the divorce papers before passing them back. Smiling, I check the papers to see if he signed all of them and once I was satisfied, I secure them in my briefcase. "Well, Mr. Parker. Enjoy the rest of your time, however long that is." I turn to leave when he speaks up.

"That bitch cheated on me, just so you know."

I scoff, turning around. "Maybe consider the fact that she's finally happy and alive." Without saying anytning further, I walk out and shoot a quick text to Aubrey.

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*AUBREY'S POV*

I let out a sigh of relief as I read Han's text.

H: it's done

So as a celebration, I stop by a liquor store and get my favorite wine. As I drive towards Chris's house, my heart beats at a steady pace and I finally feel at peace. I had bought something for his birthday and could only hope he would like it.

Parking my car in his driveway, I walk towards his front porch and unlock the door with the key under his mat that he had left for me. He was still at work and wouldn't be home till dinner time. Plus it was his birthday today. So I made it my mission to cook him his favorite: lamb steak with mashed potatoes. I even cleaned the house a bit and took a shower. I changed into comfy clothes and went down to check on dinner. As I move around the kitchen, I suddenly felt his arms sliding around my waist I gasp as he kisses my neck. "Mmm, I could really get used to this."

I giggle and turn around in his arms. "Welcome home." I go on my tip toes and kiss him. He immediately kisses me back with the same amount of love. "I made your favorite."

His eyes lights up and looks at the dining table. "Aubrey, you didn't." I grin at him as he walks over to the table. "Bri, I had been craving this for weeks. How did you know?"

I smile. "Sit." As he sits, I grab the wine and two glasses. We eat our dinner in peace and take our sweet time with it. I tell him about the divorce papers.

"You're kidding me," he gapes at me.

"Nope. I'm now officially divorced," I smile widely as he walks to the sink and immediately starts washing the dishes.

I walk towards him till I'm facing his broad back and slide my hands around his waist, placing my cheek on his back. "Thank you."

We stay like that for a while until he taps my hand. "These dishes aren't going to wash themselves." I roll my eyes and poke him in the ribs. "Hey, wanna eat ice cream and watch a movie?"

My inner 10yr old cannot contain the excitement as I run to the movie selection and pick out 'Tangled.' Just as I put it on, he sits with two bowls of ice cream and I notice mine has chocolate and strawberry. "You remembered." How could he remember after all these years? I had only told him once.

"Well," he says as he takes a spoonful of strawberry icecream. "I don't know if I told you but I kind of had a crush on you during high school."

"What?" I glance at him eating his icecream. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Bri, we were in different grades. Besides, when you graduated and left, I concentrated on my studies. How was I supposed to know that we'd end up meeting again?"

"Christopher," I say as I set my bowl down on the coffee table. "Do you know how difficult it was to leave my only friend behind? Do you realize you were the one that my friends were jealous of every time we hung out?"

"Jealous? Wait what? Why?" Now he's the one setting his bowl on the table.

"We all had this huge crush on you." My eyes widen and I immediately shut my mouth and move the farthest away from but since it was a love seat, I couldn't really move any farther than I already was.

"We?" He smirks. "As in?"

"As in my friends from high school," I take a big spoonful of the icecream and look at the tv screen as Rapunzel lets down her hair to climb down from the tower. Why did I have to open my mouth? I feel him shifting closer to me making my heart go crazy.

"And?" He asks, his voice smooth like my chocolate ice cream.

I peer at him from the corner of my eye and he has this smile on his face so I shove a spoonful of icecream in his mouth. He grabs my face and pecks my cheeks as he shifts back to his original place. I go back to eating rest of the ice cream.

As the movie progresses, so does Chris's hands. I noticed when Rapunzel and Eugene were singing in the boat is when Chris laid his head on my lap and drew circles on my hand. I found it cute. With my other hand, I played with his hair. "Your hair is thin, I never noticed."

"Yeah, well I used to dye it pretty often and it dried my hair pretty quickly so I tend to not style or dye it more often these days."

"If you want, I can try out a few things for your hair. Some hair oils." This reminded me of the certain red clothing item I had bought earlier, packed in my bag.

"Anything you want." Anything I want? I shifted in my seat as my mind went elsewhere. God, what was wrong with me? I wasn't like this before. Was it Chris? Did he have this effect on me? He's been on my mind constantly ever since he's been back in my life. Which reminds me.....I look at the clock. Good, it's not midnight yet. Smiling, I bend slightly and hover over his ear. "Happy birthday." I whisper.

He turns his head and smiles. "Thank you."

"I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

I nod.

"What kind of surprise?"

I go real close to his ear. "Something you can unwrap me in." I pull back and his eyes darken. The next thing I know is that I'm being flung over his shoulder as he shuts off the TV and practically sprints upstairs. "Hey, put me down!"

"Not a chance," he swings open the door to the bedroom and finally puts me down. "Go put it on." The way he gazes into my eyes and I wanted nothing more than to have him his way with me. So I take my bag with me to the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, I shimmy out of my clothes and slip on the red lingerie I had brought days prior with the mind of surprising him in it. Biting my lip, I survey it in the mirror. Even after all these years, I have kept in shape. By all means, I wasn't skinny per se but I had kept fit. The lacy bra perked up my full breasts and the lace went down my torso just above my belly button. The panties were the perfect size. The sudden realization hits me and I become shy knowing he's just within arms reach. I fix and fluff my hair and do a final check before heading out.

Opening the door, I see Chris looking out the window and he was shirtless with his black jeans hanging low on his hips. Sweet baby jesus. When he hears me, he turns around and time stops. It's just me and him and nothing else matters. "You look....wow."

I smile and slowly walk towards him. "You like?" I ask.

He nods. "Very much and I'm going to like to more taking it off you." My breath hitches as he strides towards me, cups my cheeks and smashes his lips on mine. I groan at the force and grip his sides as he devours my lips. "You taste so sweet."

"Gentle, Chris," I breathe out.

He shakes his head. "I don't think I can be gentle with you tonight, baby. I need you." He attacks my lips and places wet kisses down my neck and breasts. He nicks and bites my chest leaving evidence as I grip his hair, moaning out his name. His hand goes behind my back to unclasp the bra and when my breasts are finally free, he takes a moment to admire them before he tugs me along with him walking back towards his bed. Sitting down, he gets me to straddle him and I gasp because I can feel everything this way.

His lips never leave my skin. I kiss him again and rock my hips against his. He moans into the kiss as his hands now rest on my hips. I grind my hips again and I'm certain I heard him growl before I'm flipped on my tummy. "On your hands and knees. Now." His demand made my core wet as I went on all fours. This way I was exposed fully. I hear the belt buckle hit the floor and feel him coming behind me. I hold my breath when I feel him gently caressing my ass cheeks with both of his hands. When I reach to take my panties off, he grabs my hand. "No. It stays on."

And that's when I felt it. I cry out in pain and pleasure from the hit. I bite my lips when he smacks me again. "Fuck, baby. You look good in red."

Not being able to take it anymore, I wiggle my hips. I need him. "Chris, please."

"Say it, baby. Say what you want." I feel him shifting and I want to turn around so badly.

"Fuck me, Chris. Have your way with me, please" I breathe out. He groans at my request as he moves my panty aside and enters me from behind. I sigh in bliss and moan in pleasure as he fully sheathes himself inside me. "Move."

And move he does. He thrusts his hips hard and I grip the sheets below me. He feels so good that I don't want him to ever stop. Suddenly, he pulls out and I almost curse at him but he flips me over and takes my panties off before settling himself between my legs again. He leans down and kisses me while slamming his hips into me. I moan into the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck. "Tell me what you want, Bri. And I'll give it to you. I'll give it all to you."

I gaze into his eyes as I cup his cheek. "You. I want you." He smiles and it's as if something in him switched on, his thrusts turned frantic and faster. I felt myself coming closer to my release. He then raises my left leg over his shoulder. "Harder." The new position makes him go deeper and I love it. Picking up speed, he grabs my breasts and gives them a squeeze. He feels me going over the edge and picks up the pace. I cry out his name, my body convulsing as he keeps thrusting his hips and groans when he finds his own release.

We both sag onto the bed, catching our breath. "You're wearing it again."

I chuckle as I turn to my side, facing him. "Only if you can do me a favor."

"Which is?" He breathes out. I smirk as I scoot closer so I can whisper into his ears. He turns his head towards me, his eyes hardening. "Yes, absolutely."

And for the rest of the night, he gave all kinds of favors I ask for.

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The next day, I visited Leanna at her apartment to spend the evening with her. "So. How are you and Chris doing?" Leanna asks, as we munched on snacks.

"We're good," I reply, smiling. "Really good."

"Psh. You have smitten written all over your face," she scoffs and I giggle. "If I didn't know any better, he's probably as smitten as you are."

"Well....."

"Oh, give me a break," she whines. "Why can't I find one for myself?"

"If you look hard enough," I began. "Do you want me to hook yo-" A sudden wave of immense nausea goes up my stomach and I clasp my mouth.

"You alright?" She asked, sitting up on her couch.

"Yeah," I say, breathing out. "It's probably nothing, just something I ate at lunc-" The nausea comes back faster this time and I make a run for the toilet.

"Hey, you sure you're alright?" I hear Leanna behind me as I make it just in time to puke my guts out in the toilet. She holds my hair up the entire time I'm hurled up on the toilet. "Is it something you ate?"

"Well, I had tacos for lunch," I say, flushing the toilet. A sudden thought comes in my mind as I'm washing my hands and I gasp.

"What is it?" She asks.

Taking out my phone, I open the calendar app and count the days. Holy shit. "I'm late."

"Oh, did you have a meeting or something?"

I give her a look. "No," I show her the calendar. "I'm late."

"Oh. Oh!" Finally she gets it. "I'll run down to the pharmacy."

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I'm sitting on the toilet waiting. I glance at the sticks with the pink end in front of me as Leanna paces behind me. "Would you stop?"

"How are you not panicking right now?"

"Because I know it's not Troy's. Duh."

"How do you know that?"

"Because he's infertile." I replied as I pick up the stick and smile. "And I'm not." I point the results for her to see. Two pink solid lines.

"Oh my god, I'm going to be an aunt," she shrieks, jumping up and down. I giggle at her reaction. "Oh Chris is going to be thrilled."

"Let's hope so."

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I was sitting on the couch, waiting for Chris to get home. I watched the wall clock like a hawk. Why is this so nerve wrecking? Then I hear the keys, the door opening and the scuffle of his shoes. He comes in view as he walks to the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water.

Taking a huge gulp, I stand and walk over in the kitchen. As he turns around, he jumps. "Jesus, Aubrey!"

"Sorry," I reply.

"What are you doing home? I thought you were at Leanna's?" He walks over, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Change of plans," I answer as I nervously fumble with my fingers.

He takes my hands. "Everything alright?"

I smile warmly at him. I love that he's so gentle and caring about me. I love that he's always putting others before him. Taking a small step back, I reach for my back pocket to take out the three pink sticks from before and show him, smiling. I watch him blink before his eyes go wide and a part of me thinks I might have made a mistake. But then he scoops me up and spins me around, laughing. "Chris!" I giggle. "Put me down! I'm dizzy!"

He gently puts me down and leans down, giving me a kiss. "You just made me the happiest person on earth."

"You're not mad?"

"Mad? Baby, you just told me I'm going to be a dad. I'm estatic!" He replies, smiling from ear to ear.

I chuckle and wrap my arms around his torso, laying my head on his warm chest. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He wraps his arms around me tightly and we stay like this the entire night, even in bed when we're sleeping.

#bang chan #bang chan fanfic #bang chan smut #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #chris bang #stray kids #skz #skz smut

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poppyseed1031 · 1 year ago

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Consume Me Part 1

Ao'nung x OC Both aged up to 23-24, ONGOING series, multiple parts

Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Fluffish, slight angst, homesickness

"I'm going where?!" I shouted in disbelief, my tail flicking aggressively behind me. My father sent me a glare and a warning hiss, " Aella! Do not speak to us that way! You are going to the Metkayina Village. Jake sully suggested we join the clans in peace. And YOU are going to mate with the leaders eldest." I stared at my parents open mouthed, unable to garner a response. "Do I have any kind of choice in this? I don't get to choose my own mate?! What about LOVE?!" I exclaimed. "Love isn't a factor here. If you had excepted one of the many courtships young men here have offered you like I told you this wouldn't be happening Aella so stop the attitude and whining." My father spit. "But can't someone el-" and before I was even finished talking my mom was shaking her head. "No, Now go pack your bags and don't be a brat." She looked at me with an expectant look, shooing me away with a flick of her fingers. I growled under my breath and spun around, stomping out of their hut and to mine.

I shoved through the flap of my hut and let the tears burning my eyes fall. I don't want to leave the forest, everything I've ever known and loved. Least of all for a man I've never met and have to mate with eventually. What if he's mean? unkind, selfish, angry? What if he hates me? What if I can't figure out the way they live the way the Sully's did? My breathing picked up and I sat on my sleeping mat, breathing through my nose to try to calm down. "Why Great Mother?" I whimpered and buried my face in my hands.

The next week was a blur, Between packing and saying my goodbyes to everyone I loved, To the forest, To my parents who didn't seem to even care I was leaving; not like they ever cared much when something involved me anyways, And then the Flight to the Metkayina Village. It was a sad, quiet flight, with my Ikran, Azra, occassionally making sounds of protest the farther we got from home. "I know sweet girl, I know." I whispered as I stroked her neck from on top of her.

The Sun was shining brightly and beating down on my skin as my Ikran's feet hit the sand, She flapped her wings and settled with a loud roar that made the people of the village take a step back from us. I scanned the land in front of me, Many sea Navi were surrounding us, and they slightly backed off as I slid off of Azra and slung my bow securely over my back. My toes sunk into the soft sand and the feeling made me grimace slightly. It was nice, it just wasn't the soil of the forest. A tall man broke through the crowd, He had tattoos adorning most of his large, muscled body, and a kind look on his face. "Ah, Aella, we were expecting you. I'm Chief Tonowari. Welcome to the reef." He held his arms out wide as he gestured to his land with a big grin. So this is the father of my future mate. I tilted my head and signed the I see you gesture to show my respect and quickly felt a hand on my shoulder. "None of that, you are family, child." He grinned when I looked up in surprise. I felt a flush creep over my cheeks and I gave a small nod. "Thank you sir, your home is beautiful, I've never been this far from the forest." I said as he started to lead me away deeper into the village. "I assumed as much, Jake sully and his family said about the same when they arrived seeking uturu." He chuckled, "Speaking of the Sully's, they will be very please to hear you've made it safely, they were beyond excited for your arrival to our clan." That made excitement surge through you, you hadn't seen them in so many years, and they were more your family than your parents were. "I'm beyond excited to see them again too!" A grin spread across my face as my tail swayed happily behind me. Tonowari lightly chucked when he caught sight of the appendage and put his hand on my shoulder again, bringing me to a stop in front of a large Mauri. "This is where you will be staying, with my son Ao'nung. We thought it would be best for your first meeting to be private, so he's in there waiting for you. I will be back in a few minutes to see how you're getting on, and again, welcome. I hope you learn to love it here as much as we do and can call it your home." With that he walked off, leaving me alone to take deep breaths and try to control the nervous giddiness rising inside me before lifting the flap and gingerly walking inside.

My ears fluttered and I could feel my eyes widen as they landed on the man standing in the middle of the Mauri. He was tall, at least a head taller than me, had tattoo going down the length of both arms, his neck, and his leg. His turquoise skin was donned in flowing, rippling stripes. He was muscular, with defined shoulder, a broad back and chest and big hands that looked like they could wrap around my throat twice. His loincloth hung on his hips teasingly, highlighting his V-line nicely. He had his hair up in a bun with strands of it framing the sharp features of his face. His lips twitched up in a smirk as his sea foam green eyes racked over me, my heart beating a little harder under his gaze.

Ao'nung stood in the middle of his Mauri waiting. He clenched and unclenched his fists to try to settle the nerves that coursed through him. What was his future mate going to be like? is she pretty? A bitch?Is she smart? or is she simple like so many of the girls here who just fell at his feet, He groaned out loud, shaking his head in frustration when he caught whiff of something new. Something sweet. He inhaled deeply and savored the smell, it was amazing, sweet and sugary sort of like a few of the deserts that get made for celebrations. It made his mouth water. His ears twitched a bit as he heard his fathers voice, and he pushed the thought of the smell out of his mind as he straightened up. This was it. He was either going to be miserable forever, or it would at least be tolerable. A few minutes of silence in and outside the Mauri passed before the flap started to shuffle and he saw dainty, slender, indigo fingers pull it back and step in. Ao'nung felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment when you stepped into the hut. You looked up at him with big, round, liquid honey eyes that were framed by thick lashes. When you blinked your lashes touched the arch of your soft cheekbone, right on top of a stripe that decorated it. Your lips were full, reminiscent of a heart he thought, and looked so, so soft as they had a slight pout to them. His eyes dragged down your slender, curvy, indigo body. From the delicious swell of your breasts that the beaded top you wore covered, to the dip in your navel that was decorating in the glowing freckle pattern that speckled the expanse of your skin, to the small notch of your waist that melted into hips his hands suddenly were itching to grab, down to long, petite, striped legs. You had on a frilly loincloth that sat between the plush of your thighs in a way that made what was between them look like a present. You shifted on your feet in front of him slightly and brushed a few inky braids over your tiny shoulders, sending a wave of that delicious smell over his way. Being this close made it hit him full force, He closed his eyes for a moment and savored the delicious aroma. A smirk tugged at his mouth as it filled his nostrils. How pleasantly surprising that the smell was you. When he looked back up to your eyes you flashed him a gorgeous, fang filled smile that made his heart stutter in his chest. "Hi, I'm Ao'nung." he said as he held out his hand to you. You took a tentative step towards him, effectively closing the distance, and softly grabbed his forearm in the standard greeting. "I'm Aella, nice to meet you." Your voice was like music to his ears. Soft and melodic, he definitley wouldn't mind hearing it for the rest of his life. He watched in amusement how your tail twitched and curled around you before he wrapped his long fingers around your tiny forearm and squeezed slightly. Your skin was so soft and it sent little zings up his fingertips where he made contact with you. He cleared his throat and pulled him arm away as he smiled at you again. "So, how was your flight? Did your Ikran fair well? Who accompanied you on the journey?" He asked, gesturing for you to sit in a chair at the table he had carved before your arrival, figuring he should make the place more homey since a female would be living here as well now.

"The flight was beautiful, though a little tiring, and I travelled alone." I explained as I sat where Au'nong gestured and watched as he did the same across from me , leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs before resting his hands on his knees casually. "Alone? You're a woman you shouldn't have done that. It's dangerous." He said with furrowed brows. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself thank you." The snapping tone came out before I could stop it and he held his hands up in mock defense. "Alright, Alright. Welcome home." His voice was deep, rumbling in his chest as he spoke and I couldn't help but scoff, shifting in my seat uncomfortably. "Just so you know, I'm not just going to... fall into you. I'm not fucking you." I stated bluntly. He grinned wide at me, tilting his head at me "Oh? Never? That will make this a little difficult, little." He chortled. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "We just met, if you think I'm going to just fall at your feet and fawn over you because you're going to be my mate in a few months you are sorely mistaken." I huffed. He laughed a little, the sound sending a shiver down my spine that I tried to ignore, my annoyance rising in my chest. Our first conversation isn't going how I thought. "Good to know. I think I'm up for the challenge." He paused, his face getting serious as he leaned over the table to get slightly closer to me. "Seriously though. I know I can be a dick, but I'm not going to force anything on you, I have no expectations of you. You are going to be my mate, and even though neither of us chose this, I want to make the best of it. I hope one day we can love each other the way mates are supposed to. And I'm willing to work for that. It's time for me to grow up and be a man, and I hope I'm one you like." He sounded so sincere, and his words warmed my heart. I slid my hand across the table and laid it on his. "I'm sorry if I came off harsh... I'm just, I'm scared." I admitted as I rub my thumb over the top of his hand gently. His gaze softened as he turned his hand over and twined our fingers together. I looked intently at our hands, my cheeks flushing, Maybe this won't be bad after all, he seems nice. "I get that. But I want this to work, so lets work on being friends first, so theres not to much pressure." His voice was soft as he spoke, and he lifted his other hand and brushed his knuckles over my cheek softly. I slightly leaned into his touch with a nod and a smile.

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punisheye · 6 months ago

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The following wedding gifts arrive to the to-be-wed couple's front door as courtesy from their younger counterparts!

Three blue flower bouquets: the pride of Home's geodome, this perennial variety of flowers have a rounded silhouette to them overall, and are placed snugly together in deep-red handwoven baskets. Some smaller white flowers are added into the mix to help accent the vividness of this bouquet.

Three red? flower bouquets: everlasting flowers in celebration of the new union, these Wilt-Me-Not bouquets from the Marketplace slowly bloom and arrange themselves into an elegant and lively form the moment that their turquoise glass containers are touched.

With a familiar-looking Hug and Tell doll guarding besides it ("Happy!", it would chirp when patted), a large greeting card stands; it's textured strangely, its faint floral scent likely blending in with the rest of its gift entourage. Inside, scrawled in Stamps' handwriting:

Congratulations, lovebirds! ♥ Thank you so much for inviting the both of us to come and celebrate your marriage. Hope our gifts find you well. The stemmy ones will grow when you pick them up. Those won't need any watering. I remember when these blue flowers were a palmful of preserved seeds — they've been growing for a very long time, with plenty of love. We've been tending to them together (even if Wolfwood has allergies, too)! Here's to everlasting love & peace for the two of you. (the other) Vash the Stampede! Nicholas D. Wolfwood

PS: Card is biodegradable! Contains a wildflower mix native to Fibonacci — please lay it down near you, and let our well wishes bloom alongside your new union!

The only handwritten addition from the undertaker appears to have been his full name, written out underneath Vash's name.

In the flurry of trying to get everything in order before they have to leave the house to make it to the venue, Wolfwood nearly trips over the gifts when he opens the front door and steps outside to water the plants out there one more time before they have to leave it to their housesitters.

He narrowly avoids dropping the pail, instead resting it down beside the welcome mat so he can carefully bring everything inside—it takes only two trips, at least. He rests all of it on the kitchen island.

"Vash, c'mere," he calls as the man practically flies past him while downing a cup of coffee. When he does come up beside him, they take a moment to admire the bouquets. The vivid blue blossoms thankfully don't dredge up any unpleasant memories of his time in the geodome, and he knows the weight of gifting these flowers to them. The red flowers are bright as Vash's coat, the color of passionate love.

He very gently picks up the little doll and can't help his laugh. It's a cute little thing, a lot like the guy it's modeled after, but he is a little startled by it talking at him. Still, doesn't take away from its cuteness.

He lets Vash read the card over his shoulder. It makes warmth bloom in his chest. It's extremely thoughtful, and makes him feel cared for. Even the undertaker writing nothing but his full damn name like some little businessman makes him laugh, but he at least cared enough to sign it at all.

They'll have to find a place for these, he can let Vash figure it out, he's got a better eye for that kind of thing. The little doll can go on the bedside table and stay warm under the lamp there. The card, too, he'll let Vash find a place in the garden for.

Wolfwood turns his head to press a kiss to Vash's lips over his shoulder. They'll thank Blondie and the runt later, in person, before the wedding when they're going to be herded by a few stylists and coordinators to make sure they're looking their best. And he has this fleeting thought that makes him grin of: I wonder if we'll ever have to do something like this for them one day.

He goes to safely deposit the doll in the bedroom (he puts it on one of the pillows for now) while Vash finds a place for the flowers, and he feels a little lighter, now.

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

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“My crimes, for one. I don’t care what punishments you give me for my other crimes, but I already told you I want that angry kid to decide my punishment for kidnapping him.”

“Bakugou,” Eraserhead sighs, “It’s unorthodox.”

“Well, no shit. This whole fuckin’ thing is,” Touya is only slightly apprehensive, “So, what’d he say?”

[ When Aizawa-sensei asks Bakugou what he wants for retribution, Shouto is eavesdropping, and they all know it.

“I want to fight him,” Bakugo had answered.

Their entire class finds out when Shouto confronts Bakugou in the dorms.

“You’ll kill him.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, “Your lousy ass brother asked me what he wanted as penance, or whatever — fuck off Half ‘n Half.” ]

Keigo won’t stop fidgeting when he walks Touya to the police gym. His limbs are calm but his feathers won’t stop sharpening at the edges.

“Don’t interfere,” Touya tells him as he watches the kid — Bakugou — warming up, proper tape wrapped around his wrists and everything.

“And what if he kills you?”

Touya looks up at Keigo, and tells those golden honey eyes, “Then, he kills me.”

“Dabi, no — ”

Touya cups the back of his neck, “Kei, please,” He presses a soft kiss on the hero’s cheek, and tries to communicate how much he needs this with his eyes alone, “Please.”

Keigo’s always been good at reading his eyes, even though the hero doesn’t claim it. Keigo will rant on and on about how ‘mysterious’ Touya can be, but in the end, he is the one who backs out of Touya’s way with his own crystallized mask put into place.

Every step towards Bakugou feels like a fate signed in blood.

They fight with quirk suppressors. Touya is a long-range fighter with only dirty moves tucked under his belt, and Bakugou knows that. The second Erasehead gives the go-ahead, Bakugou pounces on Touya in the blink of an eye, and even if Touya was planning on fighting back, Bakugou leaves no opening.

He beats the shit out of Touya.

For both the longest and shortest minute of his life, Touya is in a world of pain — but that’s okay, because Touya knows pain, welcomes it in like an old friend. He wouldn’t be alive to tell his sordid tales if he didn’t know how to take a bit of agony.

The problem is when a drop of something akin to salt water falls into his heaving mouth. He’s pulled forward like an outgrown ragdoll by the collar of his shirt, and his body registers he’s no longer being pummeled into.

The relief never comes because, like this, he gets a clear view of Bakugou’s face through his — now — good eye.

The kid’s face is angry, it doesn’t take a genius to see that — but it’s angry in all the wrong ways. Bakugou’s face is wet, broiled red with tears and thick snot creeping into the seam of his snarl. There’s blood on the knuckles of his pulled-back fist, dripping down worryingly white palms, and when he reels his elbow backward, Touya catches how the quirk-cancelling bracelet around it has been broken.

“Should we see how fucking fireproof you are?”

Touya closes his eyes and thinks, maybe, this is the right way to go. Not out of selfish revenge, but instead to give the one he hurt some peace of mind that he will no longer walk in the shadows at the corner of his bed.

And then, Bakugou stops.

(At the corner of his eye, Katsuki catches a hint of red, and the only thing that fills his head is, “I’m here for you, man, I’ll always be here for you. Whenever you feel like this, when it gets too much, just know that you can come to me… come to me…. come to me, cometomecometome — ” )

Touya falls back with a dull thud to the mat and opens his eyes to Bakugou standing over him.

“Apologize.”

It’s almost quiet enough to blend in with the ringing in Touya’s ears.

“Wha — ”

“If you’re really — If-I-I need to know!” The kid exclaims, his bloodied hands open and fireless, “I need to know if someone like you — if you can actually feel remorse, and want to be,” Lethal hands grab at his blond spikes, and Bakugou looks like he’s about to have a panic attack with how heavy he’s panting, “Better — fuck! I need to know — ”

Touya’s scrambling at the mat before he thinks better of it, ripped staples be damned, and gets himself on his knees, “I’m sorry,” He looks up, and hopes Bakugou can see it on his swollen and stitched-up face, “I’m sorry, I’m so — I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” And he bows his head, words coming out with no way to stop, “I’m sorry, I should’ve never — you’re just a kid, and I took advantage,” He presses his forehead harder into the mat, “And I’m so sick with it, please, please, Gods — I’m so sorry, Bakugou.”

A deep thud vibrating off his head makes Touya look up, and his heart breaks at the sight of Bakugou on his knees.

Touya gapes, and wants nothing more for the kid to stand back up.

Instead, Bakugou whispers, “I’m sorry, too…” and he starts to cry.

Bakugou’s voice is on the edge of something too-much like the despair Touya lugged around for the past decade, high and throaty, holding himself like his own hands are the only comfort he’s ever been given, “I’m, fuck — so angry, I’m so angry, all the time, and all I do is hurt people, and all I can ever do is be fuckin’ sorry. I — You-you were right about me, and — ”

And Touya finally realizes his death is not the answer. He realizes his death will only add to the haunting weight of everything he has put this child through, realizes that death won’t call to an aching prayer, and it won’t stop the monsters Dabi had let loose into this child’s — this child’s — self-built sanctuary of a mind.

Touya darts forward, “No!” His own injuries scream and protest, but they are the last thing on his mind as he grabs bloodied hands to keep self-loathing nails from digging more self-inflicted punishment, “No, no, Bakugou, I was wrong — ”

Disbelieving eyes in the saddest shade of red stun Touya silent, “No, you weren’t,” Bakugou’s voice is just short of a whine, a wounded sound that Touya wants so badly to stop, “I’m just like you…”

Touya can sense the guards closing in, “Hey, look at me,” and prays he won’t be tackled.

He tries to be as slow, and as gentle as possible, when he brings his hand to Bakugou’s head, “Look at me. I forgive you, okay? I forgive you. You’re doing your best, and that’s all that should be expected from you, okay?”

Bakugou looks at him like he doesn’t understand, like he doesn’t want to believe the man he beat bloody and blue would spare him any words at all.

Touya pushes, “You’re nothing like me, kid. You could have killed me just now, ‘n I would’ve let you. But unlike me, you knew when to stop,” Bakugou starts to shake his head, and it jostles the staples that stick out crudely from Touya’s wrist in a way where he has to suppress a wince, “Hey — no, you stopped. You are not a bad guy, and I’m so, so sorry for ever saying you were.”

Bakugou sniffles and Touya hopes with everything inside of him that this world will finally comprehend how much of a child this young hero really is.

The hand Touya grips in his own squeezes slightly, as if shy he’ll pull away.

He only grips back tighter, “People hurt us — I hurt you. The people who were supposed to keep you safe, they are the ones who failed, not you. You…” The straw blond of Bakugou’s hair through Touya’s fingers reminds him of Toga so much, “You deserve a helluva lot better than what you got, kid. Hey,” He calls back when Bakugou begins to look down, “Don’t carry this with you, okay? Okay?”

And finally, Bakugou weakly nods.

When Touya lets go, Bakugou wipes a forearm across his wet nose and stands up to tell his teacher, “I’m done. I wanna go home,” And before he and Eraserhead walk through the exit, he asks his teacher, “Please send Recovery Girl to heal him, Sensei,”

Eraserhead nods, murmuring something Touya is too far away to hear.

The minute they’re gone, Keigo runs to Touya’s side along with the medical team to tend to his new wounds, “Are you okay?” He asks Touya, runs the tips of his gloved fingers over Touya’s swollen eye, and Touya shakes his head with a weak smile.

‘I don’t know.’

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The Raging Witch

Law x OFC, Zoro x OFC, Luffy x OFC, Zoro x Luffy, Law x Zoro, Law x OFC x Zoro

Warnings: swearing, pr0n with plot, shameless smut, bisexuality, consensual k!nk, 3some, b0ndage, emotional slow burn, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, bonding, mating (not abo), post Punk Hazard, post Dressrosa, changing pov (no head hopping), mm relationship, mmf relationship, english is not my first language, no beta we die like men

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Chapter 25: Goodyes

Reid dropped her off at the palace and flew away. She was seated on the board because her knee was dislocated. The crew would either seek help from local healers or wait until Daria calmed down enough to treat them without killing anyone in the process.

Clutching her side, Rage made her way to her room. She peeled off her clothes one by one, hissing in pain. Nadina was a tank of a woman and packed a serious punch. Rage was sure at least two of her ribs were broken.

Her reflection in the mirror revealed a giant purple bruise on her side. She carefully traced her fingers over her ribs, and a sudden pang of pain knocked the air out of her lungs. Regretfully, she reached for her Devil Fruit's powers. She was supposed to meet Law and Zoro, and they would flip a lid if she showed up in such a state.

She wanted to spend time with them. Their time together was coming to an end, and she wanted to cherish every moment of what they had left.

Taking several shallow breaths, she prepared herself to use the Devil Fruit.

As soon as she released the hormones to heal her wounds, the pain hit her. Her breath caught in her throat, and she clenched her teeth. A whine escaped her as she slid to the mats, her muscles tensing under the onslaught of pain.

She expected to black out, as she did the last time she tried to use her Devil Fruit. She even welcomed it because she couldn't feel pain when she was unconscious. But it didn't happen this time. The pain simply ceased when her injury was healed, and she sagged on the floor in relief. It was a good sign, and maybe Daria wasn't lying when she said the pain would go away with time.

She needed to be able to use the Devil Fruit extensively to carry out the plan. The pain was a problem, but she would push through it when necessary.

Gathering herself from the floor, she reached for the kimono Denjiro had gifted her. It was a beautiful black silk piece with a pink blossom pattern.

Although she wasn't overly fond of kimonos, she decided to wear it to blend in with the crowd. She didn't want people to stare at her too much because she wanted to experience a peaceful evening with her mates. She couldn't do a traditional hairstyle to go with the kimono since her hair was too short and shaved at the sides, and she didn't want to wear a wig.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she decided to put on some makeup. Her face looked tired as fuck.

After putting on her sandals, she pushed the sliding door to leave her room, only to be greeted by the sight of Denjiro. He was standing in front of her room, apparently waiting for her.

"Good evening, my good sir," she smiled at the man and stepped into the corridor. "I presume you're here to talk about last night's shenanigans in your fine establishment?*

"Yes, amongst other things," he confirmed with a slight frown. "I believe you were on your way out. Let me walk you to the gate."

He fell into step beside her, towering over her much smaller frame. The smell of tobacco clung to his clothes as usual.

"The leftovers were disposed of without any problem," he informed, looking ahead. "The souvenirs are being handled with care, although I had to send them away. I had no place left to put such inappropriate gifts."

He wasn't speaking directly about the matter, so there was a chance someone was spying on their conversation.

"I'm grateful that you accepted the gifts," she took a deep breath, trying to detect the smell of another person nearby. Unfortunately ninjas could hide their scent.

"There are people upset by how the party ended," Denjiro informed stoically. "They are very vocal about the outcome."

"I can deal with them, if you'd like," she offered.

"No, I wouldn't like that at all," he replied, turning his head towards her. "In fact, Kin'nemon made it clear that you should not involve yourself any further."

"Well, if the boss man insists, I will refrain from interfering," she replied with a cheeky grin. "I previously informed Kin'emon about the necessity of thoroughly cleaning the house. Any vile remnants of the late ruler's possessions might be poisonous to the current shogun's well-being."

"The shogun and his retainers believe it's a matter that shouldn't concern you," Denjiro replied with a frown. "You were part of the alliance, and the shogun is grateful for your involvement. However, his retainers strongly advise that you and your crew should not be involved in Wano's internal affairs."

"Is this a warning?" Rage raised a brow in question. "You are one of the shogun's retainers."

He remained silent until they stepped into the courtyard, where it would be harder to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"I am one of the retainers," Denjiro confirmed. "But I find that my opinions on many matters differ from those of my companions."

He stopped in the middle of the courtyard and turned to face Rage.

"I hold your advice in high regard," he held her gaze firmly. "I also recognize the value of your life experience, and I appreciate you as a person. I believe Wano would greatly benefit if you decided to stay here and could influence the changes this country needs."

"Thank you, Denjiro," she replied with a soft smile. "I think so too. However I feel as if my presence here would not be welcomed much longer."

He reciprocated the smile.

"I find your arrogance strangely appealing."

"It's one of my many charms," she confirmed with a smirk.

"I know you have many plans and you will be leaving soon."

She nodded. It wasn't a secret, every crew from the alliance was leaving. The only question was when would it happen.

"But I would like to give you a reason to stay and offer you the power to change this country. I would be honoured if you would consider becoming my wife."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but after the initial shock, a cunning smile crawled onto her lips.

"You honour me, my good sir. I thought you considered yourself old enough to be my father."

He mirrored her smile.

"That was before you convinced me to test the merchandise."

The smile on her face grew. She liked his cheekiness.

"I do appreciate your proposal. I'd like to make some things clear at this point."

"Will you try to dissuade me from the marriage?"

"That's for you to decide. You must know I am infertile and would never bear children."

"That's alright. I don't want to become a father to an infant at my age. I will adopt an heir or heiress to carry on my name."

"I am not monogamous. In fact, I already have two mates, and we are bonded for life."

"I am not a jealous man."

"I don't care about gender, I'd fuck whoever catches my eye, and sex is my way of relieving stress."

"I believe I already assisted you in that way."

"I won't conform to this society's rules, so you would have to deal with a lot of scandals."

"I run the biggest pleasure hall in Wano. Scandals are a part of my life."

"My crew stays with me."

Denjiro's expression darkened.

"As per my trade I am well aware how much your crew's services are needed in this country."

"Fine. My finances are my own, I will not be financially dependent on a man."

"I have already made so much profit off your ideas, I would gladly share it with you equally. I would be most grateful if you would further develop the services provided by the pleasure hall."

She beamed at him and continued walking towards the gate.

"I believe this concludes our negotiation. You may expect my answers in a few days' time."

Law and Zoro were waiting by the bottom of the stairs. She said her goodbyes to Denjiro and joined her mates with a beaming smile.

"Judging by your smile, I don't think Denjiiro is overly upset by what happened last night," Law commented, nodding to the samurai who nodded back from the top of the stairs and walked away.

"Oh, he's pissed," Rage replied, still grinning.

"Then why are you smiling like that?" Zoro took her hand and led her down the street.

"He just proposed to me."

They stopped in their tracks and looked at her with shock painted all over their faces.

"What did you say?" Zoro asked.

"He wants me to be his wife," she explained, her smile widening to the point where her cheeks hurt.

They were staring at her as if she suddenly grew a second head.

"What was your reply?' Law found his voice first.

"That I'll think about it."

"You aren't considering it, are you?" Zoro had a deep scowl on his face.

"Actually, it's a pretty good offer," she replied with a grin. "Come on, I'm hungry. I want miso ramen and katsudon."

She had to drag Zoro behind her before he followed her. Law trailed behind them without a word.

The restaurant wasn't far from the palace, and they were seated in a private room. They were served tea, sake, pickled cucumber and spicy edamame as appetisers. The server assured them that their food would be ready shortly.

Zoro took a shot of sake and pinned her with his stare.

"You said you didn't want to get married."

"Well, things change," she replied, taking a bite of the crunchy cucumber. "It would be a pretty cushy landing after I'm done. He's rich, influential, and twice as old as me, so he'll die sooner rather than later, and all his assets will be mine."

The flat stares she received in response spoke volumes about what they thought of the idea.

"What was the word your crew used to call the doll? A gold digger?” Zoro mused over another cup of sake.

She snorted. “I’d call it a good business decision.”

“You have us. Why would you want to marry someone else?”

“Because compared to the bonds, marriage is just a contract that means absolutely nothing to me.”

“Still, when we sailed from Zou, you were adamant you didn’t want to get married,” Zoro persisted, his brows scrunched.

“Things can change when a good enough opportunity presents itself, especially one that can help me with my plans.”

“What are your plans?” Law chimed in. “We were supposed to figure things out after taking down Kaido.”

Straight to the point as always. But it was a conversation they needed to have after all.

She put down her chopsticks and focused entirely on the two men. She couldn’t lie to them, but she couldn’t tell them the whole truth either. They would sense her lie in the bond, so she needed to stay as close to the truth as possible without revealing her final goal.

“When I left Sin City I was so blinded by my own pain that I failed to realise several things. I thought my girls were loyal to my mother, but as it turns out, they were always loyal to me. I made promises to them, and I need to uphold my word. It’s only fair, since they chose to follow my lead for so many years. We need to finish what we started.”

“And what’s that?” Law asked.

“Mostly revenge. There are many reasons why my girls are the way they are. Things happened to them and to people close to them, but those are not my stories to tell. What’s important is that I need to finish this before I can plan for anything else.”

There was tension in both bonds. They drank in silence for a while until something shifted in the bond with Zoro.

He put down his cup and caught her gaze.

“Until last night, I would have agreed with your choice. But last night showed how much that shit affects you. It would be best for you if you gave up on them entirely.”

“That’s not your decision to make,” she managed to keep her voice even.

He was right. She would be happier if she went her separate way and never looked back. But could she forgive herself? If she witnessed a slave being mistreated or people being trafficked, could she look at her own reflection in the mirror without feeling ashamed for being a coward?

“So you’d expect me to do what exactly? Tell them to fuck off and let you two play rock, paper, scisors and I’ll go with whoever wins? That’s hilarious. Would you do the same for me Zoro? If I asked, would you give up your goal and come with me instead?”

“It’s not the same, and you know it,” the swordsman stated stubbornly.

“Isn’t it? Because when I reach my goal, I would be so fucking proud of myself that all the struggle would be worth it.”

“Then at least give yourself a break,” Zoro persisted. “Come with us, either of us, to find One Piece. After that we’ll help you with whatever you need to do.”

It wasn’t a bad offer. In fact, it made a lot of sense to have additional manpower. But the thing was, they would not agree to do what she intended to do, especially if Luffy was involved.

“I don’t care for One Piece,” she replied.

“But you carry the will of D,” Law objected.

“It doesn’t matter. Whatever One Piece is, it belongs to Joy Boy, and we already know who that is. I have no use for it.”

Law didn’t seem upset about that. He wanted to find Laugh Tale to discover the history behind the D and to gain knowledge of the Void Century. As far as she knew he didn’t care about the title of the Pirate King. If it didn’t serve him any purpose, he didn’t care about titles and bounties.

“What about Luffy?” Zoro asked out of the blue.

“What about him?” she asked, trying to play stupid.

“Will you bond with him?” Zoro pressed.

“I told you the bond was broken,” she reiterated.

“Is it still?” he arched his eyebrow. “It didn’t feel like it was broken last night.”

She was taken aback by his comment. The moment was interrupted by the server, who brought in their food. The smell reminded her how hungry she was, and she pumped the aching hunger into the bond to put a stop to their conversation.

The food was a delicious mix of sweet and salty flavours. It was seasoned with aromatic spices and had a variety of vegetables and fresh noodles. The katsudon, crispy and spicy, paired well with the perfectly cooked rice.

She enjoyed the food so much that she got lost in the flavours, hardly noticing when Law ordered more dishes. Eventually, she finished eating and put her chopsticks down, only then realising the stack of empty bowls on both sides of her.

Law observed her carefully. "Will the pain start soon? Was your hunger part of the healing cycle?"

She stared at him, dreading the possibility of more pain. But to her relief, it didn't come.

"I think I was just hungry," she replied with a weak smile. "I haven't eaten anything since yesterday."

A disapproving scowl crawled on Law's lips. "I'd like to do a check-up, to evaluate your condition."

"Daria does a daily check up," she replied weakly, not keen on another medical intervention.

She received several blood transfusions due to low red cell count. Her iron and electrolyte levels were low, requiring daily IV fluids and microelements. She didn't want Law to discover her current state. Their time together was limited, and she didn't want him to fuss over her, when they could engage in much more entertaining activities.

"That's why I want to do a check-up," Law persisted. "Her methods are questionable at best."

A deep sigh escaped her. She didn't have the strength to deal with this. She closed her eyes as she tried to gather her composure, but she found it difficult to open them again. Her lids felt heavy, and she felt as if there were weights on her limbs, pulling her down. A blurry haze enveloped her mind, blocking her racing thoughts. It felt peaceful, and she couldn't find any reason to fight it. She surrendered to the feeling and allowed the blackness to envelop her completely.

Her mind surfaced to the soft murmurs in a quiet room. She was laying down, warm and comfortable, covered in soft blankets that smelled of Law. She nestled deeper into the covers trying to fall back into the blissful numbness of sleep. However, a soft ache of the bonds penetrated the fuzziness of her mind.

Her mates were in the room with her, but she laid alone in the dark. She willed her eyes open and glanced towards the only source of light in the room - moonlight streamed through an open window along with the scent of spring air. There, by the window, sat both of her mates. The moonlight spread languidly over Zoro's exposed chest, and Law's tattooed fingers that were placed over Zoro's heart. The swordsman sat between Law's spread legs, leaning into the surgeon's chest, while Law's cheek rested against the side of Zoro's head. The scene seemed serene and intimate, but an aching pain pulsed through both bonds.

Regardless, the sight brought her comfort. At least they'd still have each other when she was gone. They wouldn't have to deal with a dead bond on their own. They would still have their bond.

But as long as she was alive, she wanted to be with them. She got on her hands and knees, crawling towards her mates. Their eyes locked with hers, the intensity palpable in the moonlit room. The darkness receded, and she could see their irises clearly.

The bonds between them grew quiet and tense with anticipation as she crawled between Zoro's legs and their lips met. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her firmly into her mate's chest. The kiss was soft and she relished every moment, savouring the taste and softness of his lips. Long fingers stroked her neck before slipping between her hair and cradling the back of her head.

Law's intense gaze was almost palpable on her skin. Yet, aside from caressing her and holding both his mates in his arms, he didn't move an inch. Zoro demanded her attention with a nip at her lower lip, and she focused on the swordsman. His arms tightened around her, and Law's fingers dug into her scalp. A deep moan escaped her throat as she melted into their touch. Too exhausted to divide her attention, she gave up and surrendered to their demands.

Zoro pushed her back, guiding her to lay on the mats, as he loomed over her, crowding her vision. His fingers traced her face, as if mapping her features, then moved down, skimming over her throat. He brushed over her collarbones, the feather-like touch raising goosebumps over her skin. He untied her thin undergarment and shoved it aside, revealing her naked skin to the night air.

Zoro's hands travelled along her skin, brushing over her breasts, the pads of his fingers circled her nipples and trailed down her belly to the curve of her hip. His gaze followed his hand, taking in the sight of her. His hand slid to her thigh, circled under her knee and traced the curve of her calf. He lifted her foot and placed it on his shoulder, meeting her gaze before his tongue darted out, licking a hot stripe on her ankle.

She sucked in a sharp breath and shakily released the air when his tongue travelled up her leg, leaving a wet trail on the inside of her calf, knee, and up her thigh. He brought his hands to her thighs and spread them wide, his gaze fixated between her legs. He took the sight in, while caressing her thighs, his lips falling slightly open and without a warning his head dipped down. His mouth caressed her, as if performing a kiss, evoking a soft moan from her. Gentle heat spread through her, as pleasure built steadily in her core. Another moan escaped her lips when his tongue flattened against her core and licked up. Her hips buckled, while pleasure shot through her, and he licked her until she was a writing, panting mess. He pinned her hips in place for him to lick into her. His tongue circled her entrance, but never dipped inside, just mercilessly teasing her until all she could think was that hot tongue filling her up and giving her the relief she so desperately craved. Reaching for his head, she tried grabbing his hair to push his face into her core, but a pair of tattooed hands grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head. She whined, as her body arched in need for more friction.

Her eyes found Law's face; his golden gaze was calm and collected, but desire burned hot in the bond. He held her gaze for a moment before trailing down her stretched body to where Zoro was torturing her with his tongue.

"Take her," the quiet order cut through her panting moans.

"Yes!" she strained against their grip. "Take me, Zoro! Please!"

She almost cried with relief when the swordsman sat back and untied his kimono, letting it fall to the floor, and pool around his hips.

Her mouth fell open in a silent scream when he sheathed his cock inside her with one swift thrust. Her whole body trembled with simultaneous relief of being filled and the building up pleasure, ready to burst.

She struggled against Law's hold as Zoro grabbed her hips, thrusting fast and deep inside her. It was all she needed. The pressure exploded, and hot pleasure flooded from her core all over her body. Zoro's strained groan filled the air, and his pleasure flooded the bond, drowning her in ecstasy.

The grip on her wrists loosened and she wrapped her arms around her mate. In the bond, they were one, their bodies joined, their breaths mingling as their mouths and tongues connected. He pumped her with his seed, and she wished he could stay inside her forever.

She loved him with all her heart, he was her grumpy swordsman, her mate, a part of her soul.

He pulled back, and she whimpered in protest, chasing after his lips. His palm cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing off moisture under her eye. Tears spilled from her eyes without her even feeling them fall. Warm finger brushed the other side of her face, and she tore her eyes from Zoro's gaze to find Law's golden irises. He was watching her with a soft expression, his face so beautiful that her heart clenched painfully in her chest.

He lowered his head and connected their lips. The kiss was soft and tender, causing more tears to fall from the corners of her eyes. It grew demanding as his tongue slipped between her lips, and she opened her mouth for him, letting him take command.

She felt Zoro's weight withdrawing, and his cock slipping away. She whimpered at the loss, but the feeling of emptiness didn't last long as Law's fingers slipped inside her, pushing Zoro's seed into her. He slowly pumped his fingers inside her until she let out a needy moan. Disconnecting their lips, he withdrew his hand, only to stroke the pads of his fingers along her lips, smearing Zoro's come and her juices over her lips. Before she could lick off, his lips smashed against hers in a hungry kiss, spreading Zoro's taste between them. His hand travelled down her body and smeared more cum over her breasts. His lips followed, and his hot tongue lavished her breasts, licking off every trace of their mate's cum. All while his hand found its way to her opening, and smeared the rest of Zoro's leaking cum all over her outer lips. Her walls clenched, and her breath caught in her throat as a sharp pang of arousal shot through her. She loved when men played with cum. Law's teeth sank into her breast, making her gasp at the sharp pain. A wave of wetness flooded her pussy.

Law positioned himself between her legs, his kimono hanging open, revealing his hard cock. He took himself in his hand and guided himself towards her opening, but instead of entering her, he glided his whole length up and down her pussy, smearing Zoro's cum over both of them. Her pussy clenched in burning need to be filled, but she also wanted him to keep stroking his deliciously slick and hard cock against her wet lips. The dirty thrill shot up her spine and hot desire lodged itself deep in her belly.

"Law," she moaned his name, lifting her gaze to his face. Heavy desire burned in his eyes, but there wasn't any urgency about it. His gaze promised her pure, dirty pleasure.

He reached out, and she grasped his offered hand. He pulled her up, until she was kneeling in front of him. He brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles, but when their eyes met, his lips stretched in a small devious smirk. Her insides squeezed at the sight and she stopped breathing. He knew exactly what he was doing to her with that smile.

He let go of her hand and moved back. She wanted to chase after him, but a broad hand gripped her neck and showed her forward. She landed on her hands and knees with a gasp. The hand on her neck grabbed her hair and tugged her head back. She yelped in surprise, but the sound was muffled by Law's cock slipping between her parted lips. The taste of cum, her own juices and Law's precum spread all over her tongue, and she sucked greedily, swallowing every trace of her mates.

"That's it, suck him good," Zoro's rough words penetrated her lust-crazed mind. His chest was plastered against her back, his hand still in her hair, and as he spoke, his face was just a small distance from her mouth and Law's cock. The guttural moan that left her throat reverberated from the walls, and was followed by Zoro's low throaty laugh. The swordsman withdrew, and Law's hand slipped into her hair, gripping it by the root, holding her head still.

She looked up at him, her mouth stuffed with his cock, but his gaze was focused on his other mate. The moment she felt Zoro's cock at her opening, Law's lips stretched in that sinful smirk. His golden gaze met her watering eyes, and they both moved at the same time. Zoro drove his fat cock all the way into her cunt, while Law showed his dick deep into her throat. They didn't give her any time to collect herself; they took her fast and deep. All she could do was to take it and catch a breath in that short moment when Law withdrew his cock before plunging it deep down again. She was ready to come just after a few thrusts, her walls clenching hard on Zoro's thickness, but they held her still in the bond, not letting her come, until she was a whining mess, with her pussy dripping wet and her face covered in tears and saliva.

The moment she felt Law's cum in her mouth, they let go, and the triple orgasm obliterated her. She was stuffed from both sides, stretched to the brim. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't scream. All she could do was surrender to the overflowing pleasure. It was bliss. They were one, drowning together in their shared pleasure, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their collective orgasm. The moment they loosened their hold she fell to the floor, her body weak and her mind empty. She didn't want to move, just soak in the post-orgasm bliss.

She was cradled against a broad chest, and Law's scent enveloped her. She loved his scent, crisp as fresh snow and dark as the moonless night. Her eyelids felt too heavy to open, so she buried her face against Law's neck and breathed him in.

"I love you," she spoke softly against his skin. "I love you both."

Her heart was so full like it never was before in her entire life. The feeling was completely overwhelming to the point she hardly could breathe. Law's ominous laugh brought her down to reality.

"You love us so much, but you want to leave us," his words stunned her, and her body stiffened while her breath sped up.

"Law..." she managed to choke out through her squeezed throat.

"Shhhh," his hand stroked her back soothingly. "You seem to forget that you are ours. We need to simply remind you who you belong to."

Her eyes grew wide as she felt slick fingers trace her opening, circling the rim of her entrance several times, stretching it. Then the fingers dipped inside her, four at once. She gasped in surprise and arched against Law's firm body.

The fingers pumped inside her, stretching her wide. She let out a strangled moan and gripped Law's bicep for support. They were laying on their sides, and the moment the fingers left her pussy, her leg was yanked up, exposing her dripping centre to the cool air. Law rocked his hips forward, his cock brushing her wet pussy only to be pushed into her a second later. Her breath hitched while she hid her face in the crook of his neck. But she wasn't allowed to hide. A firm grip in her hair made her crane her head back until she met Zoro's gaze.

His predatory grin sent shivers down her spine, straight to her clenching cunt.

"We'll fuck you into oblivion," Zoro promised, a merciless shine in his eye. "It seems to be the only language your stubborn brain understands."

All her thoughts screeched to a stop, and she watched him wide eyed.

Law's low chuckle didn't help at all.

Then Zoro's fingers returned to her pussy, stuffed with Law's cock. One by one, the swordsman slipped his fingers inside her, rocking them to the rhythm of Law’s shallow thrusts. Law was setting the pace until Zoro's fingers lined with his cock, gripping the length, and Zoro took control of Law's dick. Her leg was pushed wider, giving them all the access they needed.

"That's enough," Law almost growled. "Come here."

She knew what was coming, but her breath still hitched when Zoro's girthy cock poked her entrance and slipped in, stretching her impossibly wide.

The pressure was delicious, and her moans bounced from the walls until Zorro was fully seated inside her. The moment they both moved, a scream of raw pleasure escaped her. Zoro silenced her with his demanding mouth, plunging himself deep inside her with both his cock and his tongue.

The pressure, the fricktion, the pleasure was too much. She couldn't stop screaming; it was beyond her control. A hand wrapped itself around her throat and squeezed, silencing her screams. The pressure on her throat, the restricted blood flow to her head, the crazed thrusting of two cocks inside her, it sent her flying. The orgasm that hit her was an out-of-body experience. The pleasure sent her high into the atmosphere, only to let her crash hard.

Her face was wet with tears while deep sobs shook her whole body. She felt so good, it was too much to process, and her body crashed.

Gentle hands stroked her hair and brushed away her tears. Soft lips left reassuring kisses on her temple and her wet cheeks. A calloused hand stroked her belly and her tights. Then a warm tongue caressed her oversensitive pussy, soothing her quivering core with delicate laps. A full-body shiver shook her, and a deep sob escaped her lips. After that she began to settle with every kiss and stroke. Finally, a broken sigh left her chest and she fell limp into Law's embrace.

"Oh my fucking god," she mumbled. "That was crazy."

She gasped when Zoro's lips closed over her clit and he sucked hard.

"What the fuck Zoro," she hissed. "Give me a break, I just died there for a hot second."

Fingers closed in a firm grip over her jaw and her head was tilted to face Law. That fucking smirk was still on his face. A foreboding feeling crawled through her chest.

"We're not done with you yet," Law's voice was so smooth it raised a quivering pang of arousal that made her whimper. She didn't know if she could keep going. She felt absolutely drained.

Zoro chuckled raspily and sucked mercilessly on her clit.

"Oh fuck," she didn't know what she felt. She was too spent, but they were on a mission to kill her with orgasms, and she didn't have it in her to deny them. They would be gone soon, she wanted everything they were willing to give her.

Zoro sucked and stroked her clit until she was panting again, heat gathering between her legs once more. Then he licked down her pussy, dipping his tongue inside her, and she realised that he was licking her clean from both his and Law's cum. The thought made her clench all around Zoro's tongue to the point it felt painful. Her breath came out as a rasp. "Zoro," she moaned.

"It turns you on, doesn't it?" Law said against her ear with his sinfully sexy voice. "Him eating our cum, it makes you wild with lust."

"Yes," she confirmed, her eyes transfixed on Zoro.

The swordsman met her gaze and chuckled, sending delicious vibrations up her core. Her pussy clenched, dripping with new arousal, and this time Zoro moaned into her, sucking on her juices that flew out her clenching pussy. It was all still mixed with her mates' cum, and she nearly came, but Law chose that moment to sink his teeth into the juncture of her shoulder and neck. Pain shot through her, and she bucked wildly while more wetness flooded her core.

"Enough," Law ordered, and Zoro pulled back.

A broken whine escaped her lips, leaving her an absolute mess.

She watched as Zoro stood up and stepped towards the bed.

"Come on," Law loosened his hold and stood up, his kimono was a mess, sliding from his shoulders and hanging around his elbows, falling in cascades down his waist, making him look like a debauched sin.

Law let it drop to the floor while he stepped towards the futon. "Come, Rage, we're not finished yet."

She wanted to move, but her limbs felt too heavy, and with a failed effort to sit up, she slid to the floor with a groan.

"I think you broke me," she whined into the floor.

A pair of hands slipped under her arms, effortlessly hauling her upright.

It was equally as hot as embarrassing. "Seriously, Law?"

He just smirked and threw her over his shoulder.

"I'm going to strangle you for this," she bristled.

He carried her to the bed, kneeled on the futon, then dropped her right into Zoro waiting arms.

"For fucks sake," she gritted through clenched teeth. She threw her hands out to soften the fall, but Zoro caught her firmly with his shark-like grin. She was pissed by the manhandling but the effortless display of their strength was fucking hot.

Zoro manoeuvred her over his cock and sank her down, filling her overstimulated pussy.

"You're so loose and wet," Zoro smiled sharply, thrusting up into her while holding her in place to prevent her from collapsing entirely on him. "I can hardly feel anything when I'm inside you."

"Well, guess your dick's just too small," she shot back.

Zoro grin widened and he thrust up sharply, bringing her hips down at the same time. He hit that spot deep inside her that, for a short moment, blacked out her vision. He repeated that again and again until she was a mewling mess in his grip.

"Where's that smart mouth now?" Zoro laughed with a predatory smirk. "You seem to enjoy yourself while I still can't feel anything in that fucked out pussy of yours."

"Let me fix that," she heard Law's smug words before two slick fingers slipped into her ass.

The strangled moan that escaped her made both men chuckle. She was going to kill them.

Law didn't give her any time to gather herself; after just a few strokes he slipped a third finger inside her. The stretch balanced on the verge of pleasure and pain, and her breath sped up, while her blood pumped faster. Law's fingers retreated before she was pushed forward into Zoro's muscled chest, her face smashing between his gorgeous titties.

She giggled stupidly, reaching up to squeeze his pecs together, burying her face between them.

"The fuck you think you're doing?" Zoro sounded indignant.

"You've got bigger boobs than me, gotta appreciate a pair of fine tiddies," she flashed him a cheeky smile, which was met with a glare.

A loud slap echoed in the room, and sharp pain spread all over her buttock.

"I think we fucked her stupid," Law commented with an amused tone. "Take a deep breath, Rage."

She felt the tip of his cock nudging her barely touched ass.

"Are you serious, Law?" she sputtered, twisting her head to glare at the surgeon. "I'm not pre-"

She was shoved again against Zoro's chest. Two fingers were shoved into her pussy along Zoro's dick, and a thumb slipped into her lubed ass. She gasped when Law moved his hand, pressing his thumb down to stretch her ass.

"You've forgotten your place, for a moment there," his voice was filled with a warning. "You're going to take it all."

A heavy hand landed on her bottom with a loud slap. The pain shot through her muscles, and a heavy arousal uncoiled in her core. Realisation hit her with another slap when Zoro grabbed her wrists and folded her arms behind her back.

"I was going to slowly,' slap, "gently,” slap, "tease you open with the tip of my cock. You would've been a moaning mess underneath me," slap. "But you doubted we could take care of you properly, didn't you?" Slap. "I guess you wouldn't understand until you're reduced to a moaning, obedient mess." Slap.

Her ass was on fire. Zoro was holding her still while his cock twitched inside her after every slap, and Law's fingers were still inside her, stretching her out.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed into Zoro's chest. "Take me, please, take me raw, I need the burn, the pain."

"No."

Slap.

The fingers were gone.

Zoro's breath hitched at the same moment she felt Law's tongue on her stuffed pussy. The fingers were back, circling her entrance along with Law's tongue. The motion was slow and teasing, until the fingers slipped lower. She couldn’t feel them anymore, but Zoro's breath hitched, and he threw his head back. Law's lips focused on Zoro's cock, just barely touching her pussy.

She watched Zoro, transfixed. She was sure Law was fingering the swordsman, while sucking on his cock, which was still stuffed into her.

"Oh my god," she whispered. She couldn't take her eyes off the swordsman.

The pillow underneath his head suddenly vanished causing his head to hit the futon.

"Pull her up," Law instructed, and her hips were hauled higher. Zoro's dick almost slipped out of her pussy. "Move your ass up." Zoro's hips slammed into her, showing his cock deep inside her. The swordsman relaxed but his hips stayed in the same position as if propped on something. She swallowed heavily, when she heard a familiar crinkling sound of a condom being opened.

Zoro's gaze travelled over her shoulder, and he nodded once before throwing his head back with a guttural groan. She was then hauled from Zoro's chest into a sitting position, her back hitting Law's chest. One of his hands wrapped around her jaw, while the other held her waist firmly in place.

"Look at him. See how good he takes my cock?" Law all but growled into her ear.

Her mind was reeling, while her pussy clenched around Zoro's furiously twitching cock.

Law's hips retreated before snapping forward with a loud slap. Zoro's hands fisted the sheets.

"Zoro," Law barked with a sharp thrust. "Hands above your head, and keep them there."

With another sharp thrust, he stopped abruptly until Zoro grabbed the edge of the futon just above his head. His chest arched in a delicious display of muscle while his hard nipples shot into the air. She craved to close her mouth around those tempting nipples, suck on them until Zoro writhed underneath her in an overstimulated agony. But she couldn't move, couldn't touch the swordsman because Law was holding them both in place. Physically, he restrained her, and Zoro willingly surrendered to the invisible restraints of Law's will.

Then Law started fucking Zoro in earnest and her mouth went dry.

She watched Zoro straining underneath her, trying to buck inside her, only to groan loudly when Law thrust harder. She couldn’t move, held firmly in place while only Law's hips slapped tirelessly against her ass, driving his cock into their mate. She only could imagine how Law's ass looked while moving incessantly back and forth. If she could watch them both, she was sure she would come untouched. But she could only watch Zoro's straining body, feel Law's breath against her ear while listening to the slew of filthy words that came out of the surgeon's mouth.

"It could've been you," Law rasped. "But he has to pick up your slack. He just wanted our cocks stuffed into both your holes. He would've felt my cock moving in your ass, fucking you both. And look at him now. He gets my dick all to himself. Look how he loves getting his ass pounded." Law picked the pace, thrusting faster. Her pussy clenched around Zoro's cock. "Will you come for me, Zoro? You'll be good for me, won't you?"

"Oh, fuck," came Zoro's strangled response, before he lost it. His cock twitched and pumped hot cum into her waiting pussy.

"Yes, that's what I wanted to see." Law gloated and released her.

She immediately went to Zoro, catching his lips in a needy, apologetic kiss. He groaned into the kiss but slipped his hand into her hair and kissed her languidly, savouring his afterglow. His cock slowly softened in her pussy, and she felt his cum seeping out of her.

"Mmmm..." Zoro hummed, pulling her back by the hair. He caught her gaze, and smiled a lazy, content smile. "That felt great. It would've been even better if Law would've cum inside me. I love the feeling when it flows out."

Tears stung her eyes as a broken moan left her lips.

"Do you want it?" Zoro asked, holding her gaze with a satisfied smirk. "Do you want him to fill your ass with cum?"

"Yes! I want it!" she replied instantly, desperation lacing her words.

"Maybe he should fuck you with a rubber. When he wrecks you, I'll suck him off, and let him come down my throat," Zoro's smile grew feral.

"No! Please! I want everything! Everything you have to give, I want it all, please," she pleaded, her voice breaking into a moan.

"Will you be a good girl for us?" Zoro asked, brushing her hair from her face.

She nodded fiercely, swallowing a sob. "Yes, I'll be good for you."

Zoro's gaze left her face. "What do you think, Law?"

"I think I need a bit more convincing," Law's amused tone filled the room. "Come here, Rage."

Zoro released her so she could crawl off him, groaning when his cock slipped from her pussy. She turned to Law who was kneeling on the futon, fisting his bare, hard cock. She crawled to him on her hands and knees, tilting her head to take his cock in her mouth.

"That's a good girl," Law praised. "Now, take me all the way to the base and stick your ass out."

She did as she was told, pushing her ass up, and relaxing her throat to take in Law's cock until her nose buried in his pubic hair. She swallowed, her throat flexing around his long cock. He hummed in appreciation, and put his hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair gently. When she wanted to move her head back to take a breath, he held her down until she choked. Only then he released her. Her throat burned, tears streamed from her eyes but she moved to take him again. She wanted to choke on his cock again. They continued until her face was a mess and she was panting heavily. She didn’t want to stop, but Law held her in place. He slipped the tip of his cock between her lips, ordering her to suck and lick it. And she did, as if her life depended on it.

A wet tongue liked her ass, and her breath hitched in surprise. Wide hands grabbed her ass and held her in place while Zoro ate her out.

"Hurry up," Law ordered the swordsman. "I think she deserves a reward for her effort."

Zoro's hot tongue was replaced with two of his lubed fingers. They slipped easily into her and just after a few thrusts she wanted to ask for more, but Law held his cock in her mouth, preventing her from speaking. She moaned like a wanton whore, desperately needing more.

Finally Zoro added another finger, which her ass swallowed greedily, and soon she wanted more, all four fingers or his whole fist, or his cock. All, she wanted it all. Zoro laughed and removed his fingers. He lined up his cock and only pushed inside when she exhaled.

When he was all in she moaned with relief. The stretch was delicious, pleasure exploded inside her, intensifying with every thrust. She gripped the sheets and pushed back, meeting Zoro’s every thrust, chasing her orgasm. She was right about to reach her climax when the cock was pulled out of her and she was hauled up to a kneeling position.

Law was crowding her with that unbearing smirk. He gripped her waist and another set of hands held her hips. They manoeuvred her until she was straddling Zoro's hips, sinking on his cock while facing Law.

Her walls clenched in anticipation. She wanted Law inside her, she craved for his cock to fill her pussy. The moment Law urged her to lean back, she obeyed him eagerly. Her back was pressed flush against Zoro's chest, her ear next to the swordsman's mouth.

"Tell him how much you want him," Zoro's lips brushed her earlobe when he spoke.

"Please, Law, I want you to fill me up," the words left her mouth without thinking. "I want you inside me so much."

The surgeon kneeled between Zoro's spread legs and leaned over her, the smirk still lingering on his face, but a mischievous glint in his eyes made her breath catch.

She couldn't look away from his piercing gaze. Her eyes grew huge when his cock prodded her ass. A moan unwillingly escaped her mouth.

"Yes, yes," she gasped. "Yes, fill me up."

Law's smirk grew teasing, while he barely slipped his cock into her ass. Her breath caught in her chest and Law withdrew.

"You have to breathe, or I won't do what you asked for," he teased her, but to her it sounded like a threat.

"No, please don't stop, I'll be good," she pleaded, while Zoro chuckled into her ear.

Law's cock slid back into her ass, right next to Zoro's, but only just. The moment he was inside, he pulled out and then was sliding back in just a sliver further than the last time. It was agony. His movement was so slow and gentle, he barely made any progress. She wanted him to go deeper, to fill her up completely, to claim her every way possible.

She bucked her hips trying to push him deeper.

Sharp pain pierced through her, when his open palm slapped her clit. She cried out in surprise while hot, throbbing pain splashed all over the front of her pussy.

Heavy desire uncoiled in her belly, while all her focus spiralled to that one point of throbbing pain. "More," she begged hoarsely.

Her eyes locked with Law's, pleading with her whole body for him to continue. She wanted this so much; she needed him to punish her. She craved for her mind to go to that place where she couldn't think, just exist and feel.

Another slap landed on her clit and pain burst through her. The golden gaze bore into her savouring the sight before another slap came. She should have counted every slap, but she lost her focus when Zoro started moving, shoving his cock deep inside her ass. The slaps came one after the other without mercy. Then another cock pushed into her, and her mind stopped working. The slaps stopped, two cocks moved inside her while a hand was wrapped around her throat, restricting the blood flow and she was floating. Slaps landed on her breasts. Pain mixed with ecstasy. There was nowhere to run and she didn't want to. She surrendered to the onslaught of sensations, letting it all flow through her. Letting it all be done to her, while she could just exist, no thoughts, no worries, no plans, just pain and pleasure building inside her until the world exploded and sent her flying. She floated in the pleasure shared with two others.

When she finally drifted back to her body she felt pleasantly numb, nothing mattered, while she laid on a soft futon with her mates surrounding her.

They didn't let her go for several days. Time seemed to blur between mind-numbing, filthy sex, eating, bathing, and collapsing from exhaustion. This was their goodbye, and she savoured every moment of it. The things they did to her were absolutely dirty. It wasn't anything she hasn't done before with other people, but it felt different and better with her mates.

"So have you decided to sail together?" she asked, lazily stroking Zoro's hair while laying half on top of Law.

"No," came Law's short response.

She furrowed her brows. "But you told me you'd be fucking me until I decided to go with you."

"Will you?" he asked.

"No," she replied quietly.

There was no stir in the bonds, no reaction to her words.

"I don't want to spend another minute with Straw Hat-ya," Law admitted after a while. "I'm done with his type of crazy."

She let out a small laugh while Zoro huffed in irritation.

"Don't badmouth my captain," the swordsman protested, though without any heat in his voice.

They settled into a comfortable silence, lazily enjoying the sated heaviness in their bodies.

"I think you should go together," Rage said, nuzzling into Law's neck. "Kid should sail with you, too."

"What are you talking about?" Law's voice was flat.

"Don't get cocky just because you took down Big Mom and Kaido. It was a group effort; you wouldn't have succeeded if you were on your own."

"Kaido and Big Mom are dead. The balance of power in the New World changed in our favour," Zoro grumbled, laying motionless with his head on Law's abs.

"There are exactly three routes you can take to sail away from Wano, and all your enemies know that too. They know you'll be sailing for Laugh Tale, so they can plan an ambush or just attack you in the open."

"Who would do that?"

"The World Government," she paused for a moment, unsure of how the information would land. "Shanks.”

Zoro snorted. "Out of everyone who would want to take us down, I think Shanks is the least of our worries."

"Why? Just because he gave Luffy the hat?" Zoro just shrugged at her words. "Luffy was an inconvenience to Shanks from the moment he ate the devil fruit."

Her words seemed to bother Zoro enough for him to turn his head to look at her.

"Shanks stole the devil fruit from the World Government. Now that I think about it, he must have known that the fruit was something very special. Maybe he even planned to eat it himself to become Joy Boy. He knew that only Joy Boy could claim One Piece. Now he knows that Luffy is the key. All he needs is to meet Luffy on Laugh Tale and take One Piece for himself."

Zoro's intense gaze was focused on her, but he didn't say anything. He briefly locked eyes with Law and then a predatory smirk stretched his lips.

"I think you had enough rest if you have the energy to worry so much."

Their time together passed in a lustful haze and they couldn't get enough of each other.

But it all came to an end with a knock on the frame of the paper door.

"Captain," came Penguin's voice. "The Straw Hats and the Kid Pirates are preparing for departure."

"Zoro," Usopp sounded like he would like to be anywhere else then standing on the other side of the door to their room. "Luffy said it's time to go."

The swordsman grunted in confirmation.

"Give me a minute," Law replied, reaching for his kimono that was discarded on the floor for several days.

"We'll wait for you outside," Penguin announced.

"Rage," Usopp sounded unsure. "Will you come to the dock to say goodbye?"

"Sorry," she replied, her mouth going suddenly dry. "I don't do goodb-"

"She'll be there," Law cut her off while his golden gaze pinned her in place. "Don't even think you'll just turn on your heel and hide somewhere instead of seeing us off."

Her stomach dropped, and she felt a lump forming in her throat as she got choked up.

"I want to see you standing on that dock when I'll be sailing away," Law's voice was firm, and so was his side of the bond.

She couldn't refuse him, even if the sight of him leaving, them both leaving, would break her heart.

She weakly nodded, then got dressed and followed them to the dock.

She noticed Rita following them, then she spotted Maya waving at her as she headed towards the dock. To her surprise, all the Raging Witches were already there, some of them mingling with the pirates and saying their goodbyes.

She saw Mira sitting on a barrel, glaring daggers at Luffy. She figured Mira was pissed at him for not keeping the promise he made to her. It was an unreal request anyway. Even if Mira was willing to forgive him, Rage would never forget what he did. She wouldn't trust him ever again. Even if he managed to defeat Kaido in the end, Luffy proved to be a reckless fool. He would never change and she didn't want to be weighed down by him. She only hoped Zoro would survive the journey with his captain.

She caught Zoro's hand and leaned their foreheads together.

"I hope you'll make your dream come true," she said softly.

His hand grabbed the back of her head.

"I will," he replied. "And so will you."

She barely held back her tears. She nodded silently, not trusting her voice.

He let her go and reached for Law, kissing the surgeon fiercely. "See you on Laugh Tale."

"I'll be there first," Law replied with a cocky smirk.

Zoro laughed and without another word turned towards his ship and walked away.

She almost ran after the swordsman if Law didn't turn her to face him.

His gaze was so gentle her heart clenched. Swallowing her tears, she hugged him tightly with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I love you," she choked out.

"I love you too," Law replied, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her from the ground. "Don't overuse your devil fruit, ok? I want to spend my whole life with you."

Again, all she could do was nod.

Law put her down, and she let him go. He caressed her cheek, gazing deep into her eyes before he turned around and walked towards his ship.

She was left alone, her heart silently breaking apart.

Slim fingers twined with hers, and she glanced to her side. Mira was standing by her side, understanding painted in her brown eyes.

"You good?" Reid asked as she wrapped her arm around Rage's shoulder.

"No," she replied, her eyes watering.

"They're an awfully loud bunch," Veronica stood beside Reid and nodded towards Straw Hats. They were gathered by the broadside, waving at her. Usopp, Sanji, Chopper and Franky were shouting their goodbyes, while Robin smiled a bit sadly. Nami and Luffy were nowhere in sight until Momonosuke showed up. The shogun was offended that everyone was leaving without saying a word, then he was crying, and Rage didn't bother to follow his conversation with Luffy. She switched her gaze between Law and Zoro, battling herself to stay in place. She didn't want them to go! They were her mates.

Mira squeezed her hand in support when the ships pushed from the dock. Tears were streaming down her face while she willed herself to stand still.

The ships moved towards the waterfall instead of heading towards the safe pass down the mountain, and she held her breath when all three ships dropped from the edge. It was a dangerous drop! Why did they do that?!

"Rage!!!!" Luffy was in the air, gear fourth activated. His arms extended, catching the edge of the dock. "I challenge you for leadership of the Raging Witches!"

He slammed into the dock, showering her with a barrage of haki-reinforced punches.

She caught a fist to the sternum and it sent her flying.

Shit! He wasn't pulling his punches!

She rolled on the ground, evading another lightning-fast punch.

“Fuck!” she cursed under her breath. The punch left a hole in the ground.

Reinforcing her arms and legs with haki, she barely managed to block another punch and a kick. He was too fast for her to do anything more than blocking and she struggled to keep up.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Desperate curses streamed through her mind.

She grabbed handfuls of dirt when she made a flip to gain some distance and she threw it into his eyes.

She was not loosing her team to fucking Luffy.

She focused on the devil fruit while he was shaking the dirt from his eyes.

"If I win, your crew is mine," she shouted, focusing on the awakened technique. It was risky, but she knew it might be worth it.

The ground beneath her feet started to roll and shift, disturbing her focus.

Then a manicked laugh caught her attention. Luffy's hair was white.

"You're mine," were the last words she heard before the world erupted in pain and faded away.

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