#pffft two hands for a reason

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I multitask. I'm also completely delusional.

[sinsmockingbird]

im not jealous im not jealous 🙂🙂🙂

Oh a rock!! Is that rock for me to add to my collection my dear?

[lxvvie]

On today's episode of Modern Househusbands (pffft), your faves and fatherhood:

Price - He figures he already has kids what with the way the boys (and his furbabies) constantly try his patience and make him proud at the same time so he's the Peepaw (as always) and you and Laswell are the Meemaws. As babies, they loved to pull his beard. Price also trimmed it once and it scared the grandkids (and Soap and you) so bad that he's forbidden from doing it again.

Gaz - If "It's What She Deserves" was a person, his kid would be it. The one who gives an immediate vibe-check. Such a sweetheart unless folks try them. If someone goes low with them, they go to hell. Gaz wonders where his little one gets it from (which earns him a HUGE side-eye from you). You and Gaz have had plenty of talks with teachers and you've had to tell your child to tone it down more than once. You two have also admitted in private that nine times out of ten, they're usually right on the money about these same people, too. At least you know nothing will ever get past them.

Soap - Is the girl-dad of the group. You two have three rambunctious daughters who have their dad wrapped around their fingers. Soap is the one who won't stop talking about his children. Ever. Everyone knows about them before the girls even meet them. One is also named Simone in honor of Simon. He's the dad who has no problem being the princess during tea time, wearing tutus, being on the bottom of the pyramid, having his nails painted, and gossiping with his girls. Oh, and you're all just jealous because he looks absolutely fabulous whenever they put makeup on his face. 😏

Ghost - The one-and-done dad. He has a son who's his carbon copy physically but is a jokester at heart and Simon loves it because he'd much rather his son be that than have his personality. His son absolutely loves to take the piss out of him though. You know the video of the boy laughing at his dad's accent? That's Simon's kid when he asks him to say pasta lmao. You're tickled each and every time and Simon can't help but be amused by it all.

Roach - Has the most adorable daughter who, as a baby, would only really sleep if she was on his chest. The dad who builds pillow forts in the living room for movie night. Thanks to her, he knows the entire theme song of The Backyardigans like the back of his hand. She always makes Roach promise her before every mission that when he comes home, you all will go out for ice cream.

Alex Keller - Has a pair of twins who love to hog your affection from their father, so you're in the center of this tug-of-war between Alex and the kids which makes him roll those big eyes of his. He can't help but be proud of his kids, though, because one stays getting intel and the other uses said intel to kick ass and take names. Yeah, they're pretty much unbeatable as a team. Alex's heart skips a beat every time he walks through the door and they greet him by tackle-hugging him.

Alejandro - The one who has the most kids due in part because he stays getting it in lmao. He loves his big family, though. Has both girls and boys. Alejo's kids expect him home at a decent hour and if he isn't, he's grounded. The dad who absolutely relishes in the hectic mornings because it's all the more reason for him to continue on and it grounds Alejandro the man.

Rudy - The mother hen. Has two kids, a girl and a boy, and you two ADORE them, okay? Rudy can't say no to them, especially when your daughter hits him with puppy dog eyes or your son flashes that beaming smile of his. He's also the one who wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn to make y'all's lunches because they love it when he makes cute little shapes out of the food. Is also the one who leaves cute little notes in your bags, too, especially when he knows he'll be gone overnight. Damn, aren't you glad you wifed him up? 🥹

Keegan - Has a son who he thought hated him as a baby because every time he saw him, the baby's eyes would get comically wide. Then it turned into the baby being captivated by his mask and his eyes and then it turned into him crying whenever he saw Keegan without his mask on. Now they're as thick as thieves and even still, Keegan can't help but be amazed that he has a family now.

König - Has the chonkiest of the chonks yet the baby manages to still look small in his arms. Turns him into a jungle gym as well. König is the dad who is simultaneously amazed by his kid and afraid that he's a horrible father, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary. He also makes it a point to put them in extracurricular activities so they're as well-rounded as possible, especially from a social perspective. Your child also believes they'll be taller than König if only for the explicit purpose of saying they're taller than him lmao.

Horangi - The brains to König's child's brawn. The one who sees and knows everything. Or something like that. The two stay making plans and getting into shit and just being rambunctious kids. Horangi is big on establishing a strong moral foundation for his little one and isn't keen on telling them about his past life at all. Horangi demonstrates his affection more through action than anything. Might be more willing to divulge the truth when they're older but for right now, it's best left unsaid. Whereas König encourages their children's shenanigans, Horangi is more exasperated than not.

Graves - Two words: Boss Baby. His little CEO. While he's not above spoiling his kid, they've also gotta earn that one toy and/or game as well. They are charming in their own right and Graves is very hands-on as a parent, even when he's away. Especially when he's away. Makes it a point to keep his occupation hidden from them and, to your surprise, has expressed that he does NOT want them to follow in his footsteps. He's okay with being the snake if it means his child is protected.

[soapsilly]

Redemption - Roronoa Zoro Imagine

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Spoilers for One Piece (?)

A/N: This is Part 2 for Betrayal, another Zoro imagine I wrote, so if you haven't read that I'd recommend you do that first.

Summary: After (Y/N) confessed to the Straw Hat Pirates that during their two year separation, she betrayed her boyfriend Zoro and had a child back on the island she was stranded on, she had to leave the group. But once her new home was under attack she had no other choice but to once again hope for the crew's help. Will they forgive her?

Part 3

Requests are closed

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Fire... smoke... screams...

She could see the clouds of smoke from miles away. Once she set foot on the island the first things that greeted her weren't the familiar smell of the autumn leaves or the sound of the market place but rather the smell of the burnt down huts and the pleas of the townspeople. Ever since Whitebeard's death two years ago pirates from all over the world set sail in search of the One Piece. It was exactly like after Gol D. Roger's execution all over again. But her little island? This wasn't where the One Piece was hidden. What these pirates wanted was merely to destroy, to pillage and to artificially drive up their bounty...

"We would never do that", the young woman thought to herself, "all our bounties were racked up for far better reasons. Luffy would never allow this" (Y/N) was well aware, that she herself was part of a notorious pirate crew - or rather she had been part of one until recently...

The realization hurt but she didn't have time to keep thinking about her misery. All that mattered right now was the little boy for whom she had given up everything. As fast as her feet would carry her she ran towards the edge of the forrest where the little cabin that she called her home stood.

She breathed a sigh of relief once she arrived and saw that the destruction of the village had not yet reached that part of the island. But she didn't plan to just sit by and wait for that to happen. The people on the island she called her home weren't fighters. If they were lucky there were a few handymen that knew how to handle tools and heavy machinery but that was about it. She knew that she could never take on those pirates on her own - even if she improved her strenght greatly in the span of those last two years. But she knew who could...

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"Are you sure you're okay?", she whispered, not wanting to get caught by the other Straw Hats.

"Pffft.. Never felt better", the swordsman dismissed her worries with a movement of his hand and continued undressing the woman that was lying underneath him. Calloused hands roaming her body, trying to take in as much of her as he could.

"But - But you should rest...", it became increasingly harder to string together coherrent sentences with the way Zoro was kissing down her chest.

"If you insist", with a swift movement he flipped them around and in an instant the witch was now on top her green-haired boyfriend, straddling him firmly.

She started laughing, "You know, that's not what I meant"

Not many people knew Zoro the way (Y/N) knew him. The other Straw Hats would probably describe him as a 'matter of fact' - guy. His playful side wasn't something he kept hidden - not at all. It's just that the stupid jokes were only funny when they left her lips.

"Hey, Zoro. Dinner's ready", Sanji's words pulled the swordsman out of his thoughts. Every since (Y/N)'s confession nobody on the ship acted normal around him anymore - well nobody except Luffy and Robin. Luffy was never the most delicate, which Zoro was grateful for and Robin probably knew that he just wanted to move on. Nami however didn't leave him alone, offered to speak, to be a shoulder to cry on. He appreciated her good intentions but he just wanted to repress the feelings, exercise and drink his pain away. But the thing that annoyed him the most was that shitty cook being so nauseatingly nice to him. Nami told Sanji that she would raise him hell if he even dared to think to start a fight with Zoro. But what she had achieved, was that the only little thing that the swordsman had left of his (Y/N) was now gone too. He remembered how amusing she found the fights he and curly-brows had - so much so that Zoro tried to initiate fights with the cook. But Sanji never took the bait no matter how hard he had to pull himself together. If Nami-swan wanted something from him, he would not disappoint.

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There she was, it was barely a week and a half since (Y/N) left the Thousand Sunny back on Sabaody but yet it felt like a lifetime. The witch took a few deep breaths before slowly making her way over to the ship. She was grateful that Robin told her that the crew would have to make a stop for supplies an island over before heading to Fish-Man Island. On her way over there, she had hoped that she didn't miss them, that they'd still be there and all the hoping seemed to have payed off. But the hardest challenge - convincing her former friends to help her after everything she put them trough - still lay ahead of her.

Much to her dismay the whole group was not only on the ship when she arrived, they were also in the middle of dinner.

"(Y/N), you came back!", Luffy's voice broke the silence. The girl realized that he genuinely sounded happy to see her. She wasn't quite sure if she felt happy that there was at least one person left on this ship that didn't hate her or sad because she had to tell him yet again, that she still wasn't coming back.

But before she (Y/N) could even attempt to say anything, Nami spoke up, "No, Luffy. She's not. What are you doing here?"

Her voice was cold - so much in fact, that (Y/N) needed two attempts to explain the reason for why she was there. Once she finally ended her plea for help there were a solid few seconds where nobody said a word. (Y/N) had mostly spoken to Luffy as the captain of the ship but she knew that it was really the navigator that she would have to convince to help her. She kept her eyes firmly trained on the Straw Hat anticipating his decision. She, of course, noticed Zoro's presence in the room - how could she not? - but right now all that mattered was that the crew agreed to help.

"Please, I wouldn't ask if I had any other choice...", (Y/N) added quietly after a few more seconds of silence.

"Of course, I'm coming to save you, (Y/N)-chan~", Sanji was the first one to speak up in his sing song voice with hearts in his eyes. For him it wasn't even a question at all. All he saw was a damsel in distress and he'd be the knight in shining armour to come and save the day. He could already picture himself as the hero of the battle and all the ladies clinging on to him to show their gratitude. It was Usopp that had to break the flirtatious cook out of his ramble with a slap on the back of his head.

"What are we even debating about? Of course, we're helping, guys! She's one of us", Chopper agreed. The ship's doctor was always a loyal soul. Chopper and (Y/N) both were outsiders before they met the Straw Hats so she knew how important his nakama were to him.

"No, Chopper. That's exactly the case! She's not. Not anymore", Nami objected, "she should've thought about that before betraying the whole crew. We can't always drop everything just because a former acquaintance happens to have a problem"

Nami liked to say that she was only upset for Zoro - and she really was. She knew that the mosshead was utterly in love with the other woman. She could tell from the way he would loosen up around her, she could tell by the way he would look after her to make sure nothing and nobody would ever upset or hurt her, she could tell by the way he was slightly - only slightly - less annoying when he was around her but the truth was also that Nami was hurt for herself too. (Y/N) was her friend, the first girl that joined the group before Robin finally made them a trio. They had talked about their plans and then (Y/N) just chose the domestic life over everything they had dreamed of?

"And what will you do the next time you'll be in trouble? We won't always be around to save the day", the red-head now spoke directly to (Y/N).

"I promise, I won't ever bother you again, but you haven't seen what I've seen. I'm not asking for myself..."

Of course, she wasn't asking for selfish reasons. Zoro knew that. (Y/N) always chastised him for being so stubborn. But the swordsman knew that she was honestly none the better. If he ever told her that, she'd never admit it but it was the truth. And so he also knew that (Y/N) was far to proud to come and ask them for help so soon after leaving the crew - well, except if she had no other choice. But it didn't really matter anyways, if she was in danger or even just in any type of discomfort, he'd always come and save her.

Zoro had heard enough, "We're helping"

It was the first time that (Y/N) looked at him since she entered the ship. She looked like a scared deer with how wide her eyes were. It was clear to him that she didn't expect him to stand up for her at all. Did she really think that lowly of him? Why did that thought sting? If Nami was anything to go by, he should hate her and helping her should be the last thing on his mind but he just couldn't help his feelings. This time it was Zoro that couldn't stand the tension, so he tore his eyes away from his ex-lover.

"Zoro, are you-", Nami seemed unsure.

"Either we all go or I'll go alone, I'm done talking about this", and with those words the swordsman stood up from the table and left the room. When he passed (Y/N) on the way out, he had to side-step as to not bump into her but just that act alone was the closest he's been to her in a long time.

"Guess, it's settled then", Luffy laughed, "(Y/N) lead the way!"

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Zoro and (Y/N) were lying on the deck of the Sunny at the moment talking about anything and eveything. Usually the mosshead would have a afternoon nap but instead (Y/N) and him decided spend some time together soaking up the last sunrays of the day.

"Is there anything else you want out of life?", (Y/N) asked her boyfriend, who had his head comfortable rested on her lap.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... other than becoming the world's greatest swordsman?"

"No, why would I?"

"Well, you made that promise to a friend when you were a child. You're a man now. Isn't there anyhting else that you could wish for? In addition to being the best? I mean what happens once you reach your goal?"

Zoro was quiet for a moment, it was clear to (Y/N) that her lover had truly never ever considered there possibly being more.

"Well, what about you then?", he positioned himself so that he was now looking up at her.

"I guess, I'd like to be married someday", she answered nonchalantly.

"Why?", Zoro's voice dripped with confusion but there was also somehting else... judgement maybe?

"I don't know, I think I just like the thought of having that special bond with a person, you know? Belonging together, having each other's back...", she trailed off towards the end. She could feel her cheeks heat up. Talking about feelings was so much easier when drunk...

"Oi! Everything okay with you?", Zoro sounded amused, "you sound exactly like curly-brows"

"Why? Because I want to belong somewhere?", she was irritated by his reaction.

"Don't be so dramatic", the swordsman rolled his eyes, "you belong to the crew like all of us"

She wiggled her way out from underneath him not wanting him on her anymore.

"Do you really not understand how that's different? I just don't want to be just someone's girlfriend for the rest of my life", she was starting to get frustrated now.

"Just someone's girlfriend? And being someone's wife is better? What kind of goal is that?", (Y/N) could sense that Zoro was not taking her seriously at the moment, which made her even more furious. Unfortunately the witch was an angry-crier, so wasn't long before the tears started to fill her eyes. When he saw her reaction, he added, "Damn, you are so sensitive"

"And you are always so goddamn insensitive! Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall!", (Y/N) knew she shouldn't yell but the way he was talking down to her made her feel so helpless.

"I don´t want to talk to you anyways when you're being so difficult. I should've just taken a nap", he was annoyed by her behavior.

"Fine!", with that she stood up and walked away from her boyfriend but as she was walking inside the Sunny she turned around telling him, "and for your information, the are some things that Sanji actually gets very right, you know..."

She knew that indirectly comparing him to the cook would rub him the wrong way but she really couldn't resist.

"Oi, are you actually trying to start a fight or what?!", Zoro yelled after her, raising his voice for the first time the entire conversation.

Zoro mindlessly sat by the railing sharpening his katanas. Would things be different today had he acted a little more sensitive during their fight? Back then he didn't pay it anymore mind. In fact, he didn't think (Y/N) would've either. They had had far bigger fights - or so he thought - but guess it was more important to her than he anticipated. Maybe he wasn't enough for her... Was she really that unhappy?

"Hey...", Zoro was pulled from his thoughts by (Y/N) herself. It was the first time that she directly spoke to him since her confession on Sabaody, "I just wanted to thank you for speaking up back then. You really saved us"

Us... Zoro felt a sting in his chest. Of course, her new man and their son. Helping her wasn't even a question for him but the thought that she was in that situation to begin with made him angry. What kind of man doesn't protect his family?

"Don't mention it", he grunted, still not looking up from his blades.

"No, I mean it. If it wasn't for you I don't know what I'd do", Zoro couldn't help but notice that the way she was talking to him wasn't as familiar anymore almost like they were strangers. First the crew and now (Y/N) too. All this tiptoeing around made him sick - he wasn't used to being pitied and he didn't like it. One bit. He would almost have preferred it if she had just sad down with him and talked... normally?

As if she had read his mind, she asked him if she could sit with him for a moment. She took the shrug she got in returned as a 'yes' and sat down opposite from him.

"Zoro... I - I really never meant to hurt you", she continued. He wasn't sure if he wanted to have this conversation now but the alternative was her leaving again, so...

"It's my own fault. I should've known better", he answered.

"What? Why would you say that?", the woman opposite of him truly sounded upset with his statement. She was trying to catch his eye but he adjusted himself so that he was now facing the water.

"I wouldn't give you what you wanted. I was too occupied with my goal of becoming the strongest. All the training, the exercising...", he trailed off towards the end. "Logical consequences", he tried to sound unbothered.

The witch furrowed her brows, "No... No, no. Where is that coming from?"

"You told me you wanted to get married someday and I didn't take you seriously"

She remembered the fight but hadn't thought about for ages - especially because - in her mind - it wasn't so big of a deal. But then again, the swordsman also never heard what happened after the fight.

When Sanji entered the dining area the first thing he noticed was a sniffling (Y/N). With the speed of lightning he was kneeling in front of her, tracing soothing cirlces on one of her hands.

"(Y/N)-chan! What happened? Who hurt you?", the cook jumped up from his position on the floor.

"It's nothing, Sanji. Just a little fight", she wiped her tears away and tried to smile up at him.

"Was it that stupid Marimo? I'm going to break his face for making you cry", he was already halfway out of the room before the witch could even react.

"Sanji, no, please don't", she pleaded. Usually she'd be the last person to stop either one of them from starting a fight with the other but this time was different.

When the blond heard how desperate she sounded he stopped in his tracks, instead he turned around and started to prepare some tea for himself and the girl.

Once the tea was served, he sat down with her, so they could talk.

"It's silly...", she tried to dismiss the problem but Sanji wouldn't have it.

"How silly can it be if it makes you cry?", at the mention of her tears she swore there were distinct flames in his irises.

"It's just... Zoro and I were talking about our goals in life and when I told him I'd like to get married someday, he didn't seem to like the idea"

"How could anybody say 'no' to a proposal from you? I would marry you in an instant ~", where the witch had seen flames a moment ago, there were now hearts in his irises.

"Oh yeah? Sanji, no offense but you'd marry any woman that's not on the tree by three", she couldn't help but laugh, "But in fact, I wasn't proposing to him. We were fighting because he's just so... insensitive? You know, sometimes it's like only his thoughts and feelings are what make sense to him and so other thoughts and feelings are irrational and therefore not valid..."

"Stupid.. selfish.. douchebag.. mosshead..", Sanji was talking more to himself than to the girl sitting opposite of him, "why are you even putting up with him? You could easily find a better man that would cherish you and worship the ground you walk on"

The witch was sure the cook was talking about himself but let it slide for the moment.

"I love him", she shrugged, "what you don't understand is, that I'd rather have a thousand fights and never ever get married than to marry somebody else"

In that moment, the cook genuinely could feel how serious the girl was.

" - but don't tell him that. Otherwise, I'll never get him to tie the knot", she quickly added.

"I wouldn't dream of it", the blond confirmed.

"So, and now let's make dinner, yes? I'm starting to get hungry", (Y/N) was nudged Sanji in the side, a bright smile lighting up her face.

To further cheer her up, the cook promised to prepare the witch's favourite meal for dinner and (Y/N) was happy to help and spend some more time with her friend.

(Y/N) was in the midst of stirring one of the many pots, that were cooking on the stove - with Luffy as their captain a single dish would never be enough - when she heard Zoro's voice from outside the kitchen.

"Oi! (Y/N) come quick! There's something I want to show you"

The girl turned to the cook, who by the look of it was busy with adjusting the taste with seasoning so every dish was nothing short of perfect.

"Is it okay if I leave you to it now?", she smiled.

"Are you sure? The stupid marimo didn't even apologize"

"Positive", she shrugged, "I'm not angy anymore and I'm sure he isn't either. Why waste time being pissed at each other when you could also just spend the time that you have together being happy?"

And with that she skipped towards the door leading to the deck where her stubborn, stupid marimo headed boyfriend was already waiting for her. But just before she could leave the kitchen she made an abrupt stop, returned to where she left the cook standing and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which almost made the receiver levitate.

"Thank you, Sanji"

"Zoro, no... There's nothing you could've said or done differently that would've changed anything. I'm... so sorry", she hoped that this would convince him that it really wasn't a 'him-issue' and that he shouldn't give up on love all together, but he remained silence. When she realized that he wouldn't answer her she made a move to get up but just before she could leave Zoro spoke up.

"I don't hate you, you know?", it was the first time during their conversation that he had looked at her - really looked her in the face. She could see that he still loved her. He has always been bad at articulating his emotions but that was okay for her because she could always tell how he felt about her. He showed her. Two years of seperations didn't change that.

She didn't expect him to say anything now - least off all that. Of course, she felt glad to hear it but still she couldn't help but to feel guilty... like she didn't deserve forgiveness for all the pain she caused.

"I wouldn't blame you", she sat back down.

"I could never. Three days are one thing. Two years a whole nother", he shrugged, "Besides, Nami hates you enough for the both of us"

The witch sat there shocked but once she saw Zoro's smirk, she let out a relieved laugh.

"I think Nami hates me enough for the whole crew", she giggled.

The two of them started teasing each ofther and for a moment it felt like before. Before Sabaody, before (Y/N)'s confession, before their separation.

"By the way, I like your dress", the woman told Zoro with a deadpan look. It took a few moments for her words to register in his mind before he started yelling.

"Dress?! Are you blind, woman??"

When she saw how frustrated he was with her she couldn't hold back her giggles.

Their laughs could be heard all over the Sunny, much to the bewilderment of a certain navigator.

"Look at that! How could he be laughing with her like that after everything she put him through?", she turned to Robin.

"They love each other. Feelings don't change from one day to another"

"Well, for her they apparently did...", Nami retorted.

The older woman sent the red-head a knowing smile but chose to stay silent.

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The battle was in full effect and (Y/N) was in awe of how strong everybody has become over these last two years. Even the self-proclaimed coward trio of Usopp, Nami and Chopper did a lot of damage to the enemy crew. A lot of parts of town have been destroyed during the fight but the witch knew that this was the lesser of two evils and the townspeople would work together once everything was over to build it up again.

"They're like vermin!", Nami shouted. She was right. The pirates weren't strong - at least not compared to the Straw Hats - but they were many and they were everywhere.

"Doesn't matter. We're stronger", Ruffy laughed.

During the fight (Y/N) felt like she never left the crew, working together like a well maintained machine. For a moment she forgot about the struggles and that all of this would be only temporary - that they would leave once the threat was over - but then a loud explosion pulled her back to reality. A cloud of black and grey smoke rose up from just outside of town where the forrest began.

"My house!", the young witch shouted, "I need to go- I need- I-"

The others could see the genuine fear in her eyes as she was running towards where the flames were blazing up from afar.

"I'm coming with you", Zoro started to follow her.

The girl stopped in her tracks, "Wait, no you can't come"

"Why? Don't be ridiculous. You'll need help"

"Yes, but not from you", she her voice sounded urgent, "Sanji? Can't you come? Or Robin?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're wasting time!", the swordsman was getting angry. Why would she rather want the waiter's help before his? He could keep her safer that any body else on the crew but of course she had to be stubborn again.

"Both of you are wasting time. I'm coming", Robin interjected. Zoro tried to object but before he could both of the women already took off.

"What are you hiding, (Y/N)?", the older of the two asked.

"You'll see soon enough"

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Once the fight was over the forrest floor around the hut was littered with pirates. Neither (Y/N) nor Robin believed in taking prisoners. Fortunately, (Y/N)'s little house and garden were unscathed.

"How?", Robin was puzzled.

The younger woman sent her a bright smile, "That's Mim's doing"

"Mim?"

And so (Y/N) told her about her mentor. Mim was an older woman - an old hag to be specific - that took care of (Y/N) when she landed on her island two years ago. She was strict and a little grim but also extremely warm-hearted and as chance would have it, she was known as the island's sorceress. At first (Y/N) believed that it was only hearsay, like it had been in her home village, but she quickly realized that the old lady was an actual witch and better yet - she would teach her.

"I see. So, your mentor protected your home with a spell", Robin concluded as the both of them walked over to the little hut.

As they walked up to the door, an old woman and a little child came up to them. When Robin saw the little boy with the green hair and the outstreched arms, she quickly realized why (Y/N) was so against Zoro accompanying her.

"You need to tell him, (Y/N)"

"I can't, Robin. It wouldn't change a thing"

"You don't know that", she insisted.

But before (Y/N) could give an answer, they heard the voice a certain green-haired swordsman.

"What wouldn't change a thing?"

(Y/N) stiffened up. When Zoro saw the little boy in her arms his eyes immediately grew wide. The whole crew waited in anticipation.

It was the toddler that broke the silence with his babbling, signaling for his mother to be wanting to be let down. Once she set him down the little boy immediately started to wobble his way over to Chooper, where he promptly fell on his behind and happily started to wildy gesture around.

"Is that - ? Why did- ? When-?", Zoro was lost for words and so were the others. It was Nami that spoke up first.

"(Y/N)...", she walked over to the other girl and hugged her tight, "I'm so sorry"

"You didn't know", she assured the navigator, "to be honest? I probably would have reacted the same way". She sent her friend a half-smile.

"Ma-ma?", the toddler demanded his mother's attention, two fists full of Chopper's fur in both of his chubby hands.

"Ah. No, no. Leave the nice Tanuki alone, honey", she walked over to the little boy scooping him up in her arms again, ignoring the ship doctor's protests over the misidentification.

Zoro cleared his throat to get her attention back to him. As much as he enjoyed the moment of reconciliation, he still thought there was some things the two of them had to talk about.

Within seconds the mood switched yet again and all of a sudden everybody was reminded of the reality of the situation they were in.

"Maybe we should give those two a minute or two...", Robin suggested.

"Yeah", (Y/N) answered but didn't take her eyes off of Zoro, "Sanji, why don't you cook something nice for us? The fridge should be stocked...". Her suggestion was met with instant approval from their ever hungry captain.

Sanji just nodded, still not having processed the newly gained information. How could the marimo be a father??

Nami made grabby hands towards the Mini-Zoro in (Y/N)'s arms. Usually she was rather unimpressed with babies. But this was different. This baby belonged to her best friend and... Zoro.

"Come to aunty Nami", (Y/N) didn't hesitate for a moment to hand him over to the red-head. Had it been Luffy or Usopp she'd think twice but she trusted Nami to take care of her baby.

"I'll leave you two to it, so you can talk", the navigator continued, "What's the little man's name by the way?"

"Oh, I decided to name him Sanji", (Y/N) answered seriously.

"Excuse me?!", Zoro was shocked.

"Just joking! I'm sorry", she tried to calm the mosshead down. From behind her, she could see Usopp and Nami snickering behind their hands and Sanji nearly dying of heart palpitations. "It's Sora", she added quietly as the others left her and the swordsman alone.

"Is (Y/N) coming back now?", the witch heard Chopper ask somewhere in the background but she didn't have the mental capacity to think about anything but Zoro at the moment.

"Sora...", he repeated thoughtfully once they were alone, "Does he- does he have my name?"

(Y/N) felt anxious. Would he like that?

"Well...", she started but had to stop because she didn't know what to say, "I mean... yeah?"

"Roronoa Sora...", Zoro didn't know how to properly express his feelings in the moment. Hell - he didn't even know himself. But he knew that he liked the sound of that.

"Why didn't you say anything?", he asked her. It was almost like a plea.

"Would it have changed anything? I didn't want to burden you"

"Burden me?", he was in disbelief, "How could you ever burden me?"

"Don't you understand? I was alone on this island. All alone and I had to make a decision" she was getting emotional - for the first time since her confession. There were no more jokes and funny digs to mask how she really felt.

Zoro felt terrible, he knew how hard it was for her to feel isolated and then to go through something like this without any help? When they first got together he would've never thought that he'd ever grow so attached to the girl but it didn't take long for him to really fall madly and deeply in love with her. Sometimes he'd feel bad that couldn't really express how he truly felt for her but he promised himself he would do anything in his power to protect her. But he couldn't even do that.

"You had your goal... and... and... I never wanted to hold you back", (Y/N) couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore. Being separated from him was the worst feeling in the world but she would give up everything and more for him.

Zoro pulled her into his chest, holding her close and tucking her head underneath his chin. From the way hear hands would immediately grab at his robe, it was noticeable how much she missed his touch.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through all that. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry you felt like you had to lie", he hated that she felt like she had to protect him. The crew - especially Nami - had been so terrible to her, "I love you more than anything..."

She pulled back and looked up at him. Tears still streaming down her face. Even now, he couldn't help but to think how beautiful she was. And for the first time in over two years his lips met hers.

The kiss wasn't hungry or sensual. Zoro could taste the salt from her tears on her lips but it didn't bother him at all.

Once they broke apart she smiled up at him, "I've missed you"

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"Are you sure?", Nami shouted down from the Sunny.

"A pirate ship is no place for a child", (Y/N) answered back.

It's been a week since the fight. The townspeople were already in the process of building up what's been broken and it was time for the Straw Hats to move on. Of course, the offered the witch to join them again but nothing changed for her. She had to think about her son first and foremost - as much as she would miss life on the sea. Most of the crew already boarded the ship. It was only Zoro left on the beach with (Y/N) and their son.

"I guess it's goodbye then, huh?", the witch had a sad smile on her face.

"I promise it's not forever. As soon as Luffy is pirate king I'll come back for you... both of you", the mosshead still wasn't the most secure in his new role as a father but as long as he had (Y/N) he knew that it'd be alright.

(Y/N) went in for what would be the last hug for a long, long time, "Promise me you'll be safe. Who's gonna make you take care of yourself when I'm not there?", she smiled.

The two of them exchanged a few more kisses and 'I love you's before the crew told them it was time to depart. During the last hug, Sora, who was seated in his mothers arm reached, out and grabbed his father's cheek with a happy laugh. Zoro furrowed his brows for a moment but then quickly started grinning.

"And you keep an eye out for your mother, yes?"

The toddler babbled as if to confirm that he understood his father's order.

A loud sob disrupted the family moment. When they turned to the Sunny they saw the whole crew smiling down at them - much to the discomfort of Zoro, who was still not entirely at ease with PDA. It was Franky that the initial sob came from. The cyborg has always been prone to tears but on closer examination it was almost the whole crew that was at least a little teary-eyed. Everyone except Luffy, who had a puzzled look on his face.

"Oi, that baby looks like Zoro..."

That sentenced earned him a hefty slap at the back of the head from nami and a hearty laugh from (Y/N).

"I'm gonna miss you guys so much", she smiled through tears.

"We'll be back before you know it, (Y/N)-chan~", Sanji shouted down to her.

"Oi! Let my girlfriend alone! Nobody's gonna miss you", the swordsman, who had joined the others on the ship by now, yelled at the cook.

(Y/N) stayed on the beach listening to the two of them fight until they were too far away to make out the words anymore. Then she turned to the little mosshead in her arms.

"Guess, it's just us now huh? Roronoa Sora..."

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Tag List: @ikissnishiki, @multi-writer-personal-blog

[brifoxred]

Hello, average Tumblr user, I'm Brisa, and I'm here to bring you a non-sophisticated piece of writing.

Personally, I like to write, and today while I was rereading some of those short writings, I decided I wanted to share one with you.

I want to emphasize that I am using a translator because I personally do not speak or write English, and any corrections or recommendations are welcome. Thank you for your time

Hunter x fm!reader

Summary: Hunter and Y/N go through another miscarriage.

All characters are aged

Warnings: miscarriage, guilt, angst.

"So...what's going on?" Eda leaned on the island counter on her elbows, looking at Hunter.

"Pffft, What? Nothing happens" Hunter smiled fakely.

"Kid, I raised many children, I raised Y/N, King, I took care of Luz and you. Do you think I can't tell when someone lies to me? Plus...it shows in your eyes..." Eda grimaced a little and looked at Hunter waiting for a response. The grimwalker just looked at the table, sighed, took a quick look at the kitchen entrance, as Luz and the children were laughing in the living room, then he looked back at the counter and murmured in a low voice.

"It happened again." They were silent for a moment, Eda didn't understand what Hunter meant.

"The reason Y/N called you was because she was in the hospital" Hunter looked up and looked Eda in the eyes, then the truth hit her.

"Another miscarriage right?" Hunter nodded.

“Where is Y/N? Is she still in the hospital?" Eda asked worried.

"She said she wanted time alone. She...was blaming herself again." Hunter sighed heavily. "She even blamed herself for leaving before you answered the call."

"Ah...shit..." Eda looked down and then looked up at Hunter, who was looking at the counter with his fingers tangled in his hair. The old lady looked worried at the man and walked up to his side.

"Hunter, what's wrong?" Hunter shook his head and sighed, shakily.

"Nothing...nothing" The blonde ran his hands over his face and rested his fists against his mouth, biting them.

"Kiddo…" Hunter shook his head again, this time with tears in his eyes and pursing his lips.

"It's okay...tell me what's wrong..." Eda rubbed the boy's back.

"I...can't...i dunno...i dunno"

"Hunter, you should talk to Y/N about it, you know she would listen to you, if you te..."

"No, no, i can't...i can't tell her..." Hunter interrupted Eda, while covering his face. "I always thought about being a father, I never imagined going this far...two children, and the idea of ​​having more, I like it, but... I don't want to continue going through this. Seeing her like this, it hurts me, it hurts me every time it happens, I don't know if I can continue and now... Another one..." Hunter shook his head, crying.

"Titan, we can't continue like this, but I don't know how to avoid it either, because...if another one comes, It could survive, but It also don't... And i don't know what to do Eda, I don't know." Eda looked sadly at the brown-eyed man, she didn't know what to do either, the only thing she could think of was to offer him a hug, which Hunter accepted. Eda rubbed the blonde's back, while Hunter released the crying and pain he had kept inside him, not just the one now, no, he released the pain he had been accumulating since the first miscarriage.

The one where both, Y/N ​​and Hunter, discovered that their chances of having children were lower than those of a normal couple.

"Listen, kid, it's not okay for you to keep everything bottled up, I understand that you just want to stay stable, as support for Y/N, but you also have the right to feel, okay?" Eda tried to reason with Hunter, and he could only nod, unable to say a word.

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So...What do you think? Please let me know if you like it. I know Y/N isn't actually in it but I just wanted to share it because it's actually a scene from my oc, but that's not important.

[tokuvivor]

May I please request a character dynamic between Mrs. Beakley and Gladstone?

Okay, sure.

Just to note: When I got this request, I still had another story queued up (the Donald and Fenton one) that you requested that I had to wrap up. But that’s done, so now there’s this!

Update: I’m sorry this took so long to put up, but ultimately, here it is. After this, I’m going to take the fics that I have done for both this prompt and the platonic sentence starter prompt and pop them onto AO3.

I give you…

On a Warm Summer’s Evening…

Originated from this post.

It was late. Gladstone was too tired to sleep. On this particular evening, he just so happened to be staying at McDuck Manor, as was Fethry (they had spent the day hanging out with Donald and Della).

Trying to be as quiet as possible, he snuck out of the guest bedroom. ‘Crap,’ he thought. ‘What now?’

His eyes wandered around the dark hall. He noticed a door to a room that he hadn’t been in before. He decided to check it out.

When Gladstone flipped on the light, he was surprised to see, amongst various games and game pieces, a solid mahogany pool table. It was rather immaculate, as if it hadn’t been touched in a while. Even the playing field seemed to not have any nicks or tears on it.

“Incredible,” he murmured. “I never would have guessed Uncle McDunkle would have something like this hidden away. Okay, maybe I would have, but a pool table? Surprising.”

All 15 balls were nestled snugly in their rack, but the cue ball was nowhere to be found. Gladstone started poking around to find it. He was so invested in his search that he didn’t pay attention to how much noise he was making. And he didn’t notice the looming figure coming up behind him, flashlight in one hand, wooden club in the other.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!”

“What the feathers?!”

It took a bit for Gladstone’s eyes to adjust to the figure in front of him, but eventually, he realized that the figure was a stern-looking Mrs. Beakley.

“Ah- buh-“

“Gladstone,” Beakley whispered sharply, “what in Heaven’s name are you doing rooting around the mansion at this hour? I had reason to believe you were a burglar.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Gladstone admitted. “My mind’s just-“ he used two fingers to make a zooming motion to try and illustrate his point.

Beakley was rather annoyed with Gladstone for disturbing her sleep. But she couldn’t say she didn’t relate to his situation.

“Well, then,” she replied. “Have you tried anything to go back to sleep?”

“I figured maybe taking a walk would help,” the gander suggested. “But I don’t know-this doesn’t usually happen to me.”

“I see you found Mr. McDuck’s billiards table,” Beakley continued, changing the subject.

“Pffft, guess so,” Gladstone replied. “I never saw him as the kind of duck to have one of these, though.”

“Oh, he bought this years ago,” Beakley explained. “Said he would use it after meetings with clients or fellow businessmen. But, to the best of my knowledge, he never did. So it’s just sat here. I’d suspect he probably views it as some sort of a status symbol. Massive shame to let such a purchase go to waste.”

Was Gladstone’s hearing playing tricks on him, or could he sense a bit of resentment and frustration in the housekeeper’s voice?

“You up for a game?”

Beakley could not believe what she was hearing. “What?! Absolutely not!” she hissed. “It’s past 11 in the evening, and I’d like to get back to sleep, thank you very much.”

She then went silent, weighing her options. Even though she wanted to get back to sleep, after Gladstone woke her up, in all honesty, it would be quite hard for her to actually get back to sleep. Plus, like she said, she had no idea why McDuck would make such a purchase if he wasn’t going to use the pool table.

“Well…” she reluctantly admitted. “I suppose we could play a game. If that will sate your desire.”

“Fantastic!” Gladstone replied. “Then I guess it’s game on.”

“I should warn you,” Beakley continued, “I was quite the billiards player back in my day.”

“Very well, then,” remarked Gladstone.

“And I will not go easy on you.”

The two stared competitively at each other.

“Care to make it interesting?” Gladstone asked.

“What do you propose?” Beakley shot back.

“100 bucks?”

As high a standard of morality as Beakley held herself too, she was also not one to back down from a challenge. “Make it 200.”

“Deal.”

Gladstone broke. “Call it, Veintidos.”

Beakley ignored the nickname. “Solids.”

The fifteen balls went scattering about the table. However, Gladstone didn’t sink anything, at least not yet.

Beakley was now up. The cue ball had a good position relative to the 6. She took aim, and fired. The cue ball struck the 6, and sent it flying into a corner pocket.

“Not bad,” Gladstone remarked.

“Oh, I am just getting warmed up,” Beakley retorted. She had her eye on the 3 now. She changed her position as needed, and after the cue ball struck the 3, it peeled off in the opposite direction, and dropped into the opposing corner pocket on the same side of the table. “Hm. 2 for 2.”

Gladstone wasn’t worried, though. He could bounce back in a big way. It wasn’t just luck, though. It was skill.

Beakley tried for the 7 ball next, but she didn’t get enough power to sink it. “Your turn,” she said curtly.

“Alright,” Gladstone noted. “Let’s see-“ He sized up his ball situation. He eyed the 12, took aim at the left corner pocket on the other side of the table, and fired. The 12 was just past the center of the table, so Gladstone needed a lot of power in his shot. The cue ball smashed into the 12, sending into the corner pocket. 2-1.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Beakley echoed.

“Well, I try,” Gladstone answered. His next target-the 15 ball. It was in the center of the table, and with how close to the center pocket the cue ball was, Gladstone was going to have to do some maneuvering. He angled his cue as far down as he could, and took his shot. The cue ball successfully struck the 15, but the 15 veered just to the left of the opposite center pocket, coming to a rest right at the edge of the playing field.

“Well, I guess it’s your move, then.”

“Quite so,” echoed Beakley.

She eyed the 7 again, and this time, her aim was true. It dropped into the center pocket.

Next up, the 1 ball. She took a good shot at it, but the 1 fell just shy of the right corner pocket.

Gladstone took a look at the field. Which ball would give him good position at another point?

He eyed the 14 on the edge. He prepared to take his shot, and…fired. The cue ball crashed into the 14, and started towards the opposite wall. With as much force as Gladstone put into his shot, the 14 rolled all the way to the opposite right corner, and dropped in.

Gladstone sharply exhaled in response. He needed to be in the zone. He was a confident player, but he knew Beakley was bringing her A game.

He tried to sink the 9 into the same pocket, but he came up just short.

“Hm,” Beakley quietly remarked. “Back to me, then.”

Looking back at the 1 ball, she set up her aim, and easily dropped it in. She sunk the 2, which was along the corresponding side of the field, in short order. Beakley then eyed the 5, floating near the middle. She moved over to one of the longer sides, intending to sink the 5 in the opposing center pocket, which was exactly what she did. Just the 4 and the 8 to go, and she would win. However, the 4, which she shot towards the pocket to the left of where the 5 went, bounced off the edge of said pocket and came to a stop just right of her intended target.

“Back to you.”

Gladstone nodded, then set up his second go at the 9 ball. It easily went in. He tried sinking the 15, which had eluded him before, into the corner pocket on the other side, but no dice. It bounced off both edges, then reversed course a bit. It was still within close range of the pocket in question, but now it was back to Beakley.

Beakley came towards the 4 ball, and it went into the corner pocket with ease. She now went in for the kill. The 8 ball was near the center of the table, so this would be somewhat of a shot in the dark. She tried to pot it in the opposite right pocket, but came up empty. Gladstone was still alive.

“Third time’s the charm,” he muttered under his breath, seeking down the 15 once again. This time, he made it in. Now he needed to keep it going.

In the corner diagonally opposing where he’d just potted, he saw the 10 ball. And the 11. If he used enough force on the cue ball, he could sink both in one go.

He took aim. He fired. The cue ball zipped towards the other corner, knocked into the 10, which, in turn, pushed the 11, and the two dropped neatly into the corner pocket. Gladstone was only down by a single ball now.

Beakley was thoroughly impressed. For someone so obnoxiously drunk on luck, she’d figured, he had major skill at this.

Gladstone had landed the cue ball pretty close to the 13 ball. The angling seemed too slim to try for the side pocket, but if he could just get it back to the other side of the field…

He aimed for the opposite corner pocket. The cue ball knocked off the 13. The 13 rolled towards the pocket in question, tailed off a bit in speed, but on what was seemingly its last leg of momentum, ultimately dropped in.

Gladstone and Beakley stared at each other wordlessly. They knew this next pot would be for all the marbles.

Gladstone took his first shot at the 8 ball, aiming for the other corner on that side of the table. No luck.

That left the door open for Beakley, and she repositioned the cue ball, took aim, and finished Gladstone off by sinking the 8.

“Very nicely done,” Gladstone remarked quietly.

“Thank you,” Beakley answered. “You’re not so bad yourself. And now, I believe we had a wager?”

Gladstone fished around in his breast pocket, pulled out two $100 bills, and slammed them on the table. “There you are, Downton.”

Beakley nodded in acknowledgment. “Goodness, what time is it?” she wondered, checking her watch. “Well! Just about 12:30. That certainly whiled away time.”

“Yeah, it was actually pretty cool,” Gladstone added. “You’re like a regular Calisota Fats.”

“Well, I usually played either while undercover in my S.H.U.S.H. days, or against a fellow agent,” Beakley recalled. “‘‘Twas quite a rush. This was not too bad itself.”

Well, Gladstone was satisfied, and as much as Beakley was downplaying it, she was as well. So they bid each other good night, and returned to their rooms. As they did so, the same thought crossed both of their minds:

‘Who knew?’

[takenbypeter]

Coworkers to Lovers

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 1055

FLUFF BINGO

You sucked in your breath once you caught sight of him first thing that morning. With his soft expression and dark circles, you watched as his brown curls bounced while he stocked some items in the gift shop across the way.

Opting to not look like a crazy person glued to the middle of the entryway, you moved towards the shop. “Good morning Steven!” You called out causing him to lose focus from whatever he was doing. “Mornin’,” he replied, smile tugging a little bit at his lips.

“Got a marvelous fact of the day today?” You asked. This was the occurrence every morning; you two would greet, then he’d tell you some amazing fact that you’d genuinely find incredible.

It was easy to chat with Steven, or to get swept into the excitement of his voice as he explained his new favorite facts. Although you didn’t have full on conversations with him it still seemed all…so simple with him. Maybe that’s the reason you gained a tiny crush. Well that and the fact that he was as handsome as they come.

He was always excited around you, smiling, and grinning, and to be honest you sort of thought the feelings you had for him were reciprocated. But you realized you were mistaken the other night when you passed by the shop and saw him chatting with another one of your coworkers.

He was flirting very heavily or at least that’s what it looked like from where you were standing. With the way she was giggling while he was smirking at her with an expression you’ve never seen from him before. It was strange seeing him in this sort of light, if you didn’t see it with your own eyes you might’ve not believed it but you brushed off the slight confusion you felt, telling yourself that you were happy he found someone. This is good for him.

You honestly didn’t think you’d hear more about it. You just happened to be in the area doing work when the same coworker came up to Steven, and you just happened to hear a little bit of their conversation.

“So, we still on for Friday?” Is what you heard from her.

“I’m sorry. Are you asking me out?”

You heard some laughter from her before she said, “You’re funny. See you then.” Before walking out.

You casually stepped into the shop and immediately noticed how spaced out Steven was. Clearly he had things on his mind, “big date on Friday huh?” You asked, seeming to break his focus as his attention came up to you. And a smile replaced his before straight expression.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I guess so. You wanna hear something funny?” He looked around for a second before leaning in slightly. “I sincerely don’t remember asking her out?”

“You don’t remember?” You asked leaning away from him as he shook his head. “Oh c’mon, you don’t remember being all flirty with her, it was right here yesterday. I saw it!”

“Me? Flirty?” He put a hand to his chest, “please.”

“It’s true you were really smooth. If you were to ask me out like that I definitely would’ve said yes.” You said adding a little bit more info than you probably should’ve. There was a moment of silence before you kept going, “what’s a vegan going to eat at a steakhouse?”

He laughs again that light chuckle, “I don’t know. Salad?”

You laughed your own laugh before leaving with a shake of your head, “have fun Steven.” Is all you said before leaving still shaking your head.

Before you know it the weekend comes all too quick and it’s Monday already.

“Morning Steven!” You shout entering the room like usual and his eyes perk up at the sight of you a small smile following.

He didn’t say his usual fact of the day or anything for that matter. You weren’t sure whether you should just leave him like that or say something. You opted for the latter.

“So…how’d your big date go?”

That seemed to get a reaction out of him as he gave a little laugh underneath his breath, “pffft

the date. It was good, yeah good.”

You nodded before you noticed the coworker walk by without giving a split look towards the gift shop. And Steven noticed the same letting out a sigh.

“I take, it didn’t go so well.”

“There wasn’t even a date.” He paused and you waited for him to continue. “I missed it.”

“You missed it?”

“Yeah something happened and I sort of blacked out for a day and I just missed everything.”

“Well, did you tell her?”

“Yeah, but that didn’t do anything and I don’t blame her. The whole thing is sort of ridiculous.”

It sort of did sound ridiculous, but odd things happen sometimes. Plus you did feel a teeny tiny bit of happiness from the news.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. But buck up, you’re handsome and smart. It’s her loss.”

His lips curled into a genuine smile for a moment. “Yeah I guess.”

“Good. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

He quickly brushed the air as if brushing the sentence away, “I don’t know about that.”

In the most sincerest of tones you said, “I’m serious.”

The grin on his face widens and you mirror him before giving him a friendly nod and turning away. Before you can get far you spin back around, “can I be honest about something?”

Steven doesn’t respond but he stops what he’s doing, showing you he’s listening. “I was sort of surprised when you asked Dylan out. I don’t know I guess I just never pictured you two together. Maybe and this is just a silly thought but I sort of pictured myself…with you.”

The room is already quiet but his expression of surprise really tells you something. “Can I tell you something? I quite like the image of that. If I asked anyone out I honestly thought it’d be you, I don’t know why I didn’t ask you.”

“Steven, you still haven’t asked me,” you remind.

“Right, of course,” he shook his head, clearing his thoughts, “would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”

Nothing could contain the grin that was wide on your face. “I would love to.”

[lilacskyly]

Internet Boy ☆ (Satoru Gojo x Reader College AU) Part 1/???

Starting my 2nd semester tomorrow so here's this to celebrate

College, ah college. You really didn't have much else to say for it. You didn't really hate it or love it per say, you were just there. Enter you, the person not many people talked to, the one who always participated in class yet still didn't know what the hell they were doing, and how could I forget, the one who's also taking 17 credits this semester for God knows what reason.

6 classes? Yeah, pffft, no big deal (it's not like you almost failed your 5 classes the first semester). Your first day of your second semester was steadily approaching, and surprisingly, you felt ready for it.

You hopped on your phone to text your group chat made up of online friends. 

You rolled your eyes as you put your phone down. Might as well get ready for tomorrow.

You entered your first class and greeted your professor. Just as class was about to start, enter Satoru Gojo, college’s biggest prick. You had some classes with him last semester, and for some reason, he always seemed to want to annoy you and you alone. All the girls would swoon over him and then stare daggers at you as he always chose to sit next to you. And wouldn't you know, he's doing it again. He slid into the chair next to you before smirking. “Heh, wassup Y/N.” he greeted you with a wink.

You groaned. “Shut it, Satoru.”

“Aw…. You still mad at me?” he pouted.

“You were almost late to class… again.” you said, trying to change the subject.

“So? It's the first day. Not like they expect much.” he laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“Way to set the expectations even lower…” you sighed.

Gojo stuck his tongue out at you making you roll your eyes. You ignored him the rest of the class. It was pretty simple, just read over your syllabus and introduce yourself to people in the class. Of course in your circumstance, you had to be paired with Gojo.

He (as always) wasn't paying attention and was on his phone. “Ahem”

He glanced up at you before putting his phone away hurriedly. “Wazzup?”

“We're doing introductions… Since we're like the only two sitting here, I'm stuck with you.”

He smirked before sighing, “Fine by me. It's easier than actually having to introduce myself to someone. Oh, what major are you again?”

“For the fifth time, it's psychology.”

“Right… right. Why did ya pick something that boring?”

“To see what the hell is wrong with people like you.” you spat at him.

His hand shot up to his chest, faking pain. “Ouch Y/N… low blow.”

“Bet you haven't even decided your major.”

“Oh, I have… kinda.” he muttered. You cocked an eyebrow causing him to stutter even more. “I-I mean… it's probably not permanent but for now I'm doing theater—”

“Perfect, maybe your dramatic ass can finally annoy someone who's not me.”

“Daw, but I thought we were friends—!” he started.

“As if. Now, I'll be leaving. Suggest you're not late for your next class.”

On the way to your next class, you checked your phone.

You chuckled lightly to yourself. Gods he's hopeless… wasn't he like this with a girl last semester too? He really should change his name… maybe that's what's putting them off.

[legacyshenanigans]

House of Gaunt🐍

MC sees Marvolo walking to Hogsmeade

MC was making her way to Hogsmeade on the path, when she looked up seeing Marvolo wandering a distance ahead of her, she wasn't sure whether to call out or not but her mouth thought before her brain "Marvolo!" She yelled out. He turned, hands in his pockets and squinted his eye's at her, she gave him a small wave, he returned her wave with a smirk.

Marvolo: Are you stalking me?

MC: *catching up with him* Pfft, you wish. Are you going to Hogsmeade?

Marvolo: Yes..Why?

MC: Well..Can I walk with you?

Marvolo: *narrows his eye's* ...I dont see why not.. Come on then *starts walking again.

MC: *walks beside him*

He was quiet as the two of them walked, almost like she wasn't even there.

MC: *clears her throat* So..How have you been?

Marvolo: *inquizative look, raising a brow at her* Fine? Why?

MC: I'm just asking..Gosh.

Marvolo was quiet again for a moment, before he spoke out again.

Marvolo: ..Have you been well?

MC: Yes *smiles* Very well.

Marvolo: Well..*small smile* Ok then..

MC could sense this was slightly awkward for him, for whatever reason.

MC: ...Are you ok? You're quiet, and you're acting weird.

Marvolo: *chuckles* This IS weird..

MC: How so?

Marvolo: *smirks at her* I'm use to seeing you and talking to you under... Different..Circumstances.

MC couldn't help but blush, of course at this point they'd hooked up twice already, he was right in a way, any other time recently that they had communicated was either sneaky flirting or sex session's..

MC: *giggles* I mean..True..I suppose...Don't you think it's nice having this little walk together?

Marvolo: "nice" isn't a word I use much MC..Not usually anyway..But-

MC: *looks at him as they approach the small bridge into Hogsmeade*

Marvolo: *small smirk* I guess it was nice..Yes.

MC: *smiles* Do you think I'M nice? *giggles*

Marvolo: I think many things about you..Nice isn't one of them though.. From my experience with you atleast..Don't get too sweet MC. *smirks* I don't do "sweet"

MC: Pffft. You're such a prick sometimes *chuckles* Maybe you could use a little sweetness.

Marvolo: *scoffs then chuckles * Maybe you should shut that pretty little mouth..

[aubreysheadspace]

Hello! Hope you’ve been doing well these past few days! While your requests are still open, can I get your personal hcs for how the main cast laughs? Do they just start giggling and then get to laughing loudly or do they just smile and chuckle? Bonus : what did you do that made them laugh? Maybe you told a dumb joke or did something embarrassing or even just a small thing they like about you. Mostly platonic but you can also make it romantic if need be!

MAIN CAST LAUGHING HCS (PLATONIC)

AW GOSH this is such a cute idea!! I have a bit of hcs up my sleeve >:)) hope u enjoy!

SUNNY

SUNNY rarely speaks and doesn’t like to smile, so how come you out of all people got him to crack up a smile or a small and quiet laugh?

let’s say you told him a joke, maybe one that he hasn’t heard of before or simply any embarrassing stories.. he’ll listen carefully

now, when you do make him feel like laughing, he’ll instinctively cover his mouth with one hand and stifles out a quiet giggle

"sorry.. sorry.." you heard SUNNY whisper as he covers his mouth, trying to calm himself down. "…i just thought it was funny.." SUNNY admitted, which made you feel a bit proud of yourself. SUNNY hated smiling so seeing him actually smile and laugh a bit at whatever you told him made you feel HAPPY!

at any time where SUNNY couldn’t help but laugh a bit, he’ll cover his mouth with a hand or two!

personally, i like to think that half of the reason SUNNY would cover his mouth is that he hates his smile and felt a bit insecure because of it. MARI would probably be the only one who’s ever seen him smile

although the closer you two become, the more he’ll try and get over that insecurity! he’ll one day get more confident to smile in front of you without covering his mouth

AUBREY

back then AUBREY would always laugh at any jokes you told her, anything embarrassing you did (she’ll apologize a tiny bit if she does), or just anything you did that she found silly!

now that she’s more mature and… short tempered, it might’ve looked like she would never smile again! but if you’re apart of the hooligans, you might’ve seen her crack a smile or two. other than that, she looked like she was too cold to even feel happiness..

of course.. until you told her something funny at one point! if it was an embarrassing story, AUBREY would grin and smirk at you, definitely laughing at you but in a more teasing way. if it were a joke, she would laugh even louder!

"pfft— oh my god, that joke was terrible." AUBREY teased as she snickered a bit, knowing that joke was absolutely hilarious to her. you felt more confident now that you got AUBREY to open up a bit more towards you. "that really sucked, [READER], y’know that?" AUBREY spoke as smirked.

AUBREY would let out a tiny chuckle at first, but then it slowly turns into a wheeze and louder laughter

it would be rare to see this happen, since AUBREY doesn’t usually find things funny unless if the HOOLIGANS were just being themselves around her

although the closer you two become, the more she’ll open up towards you and think you’re cool! get on her good side.

KEL

a lot of things would make KEL laugh, without a doubt! even as a more mature teenager than before, KEL would find the more positive side of things and would always crack up a joke or two

it wasn’t rare to see him at least donning his usual toothy grin or just straight up laughing, so it was easy to make him laugh!

if you tell him a joke, he’ll immediately laugh and come up with another joke for you! it’ll be like a competition to see who makes the other laugh harder. if it’s an embarrassing story, he’ll laugh really loudly before apologizing a tiny bit

"psssh— you did what?!" KEL stared at you with a surprised look on his face as you told him an embarrassing story you had. after you repeated yourself, he began to laugh much louder to your embarrassment. "PFFFT— PFFFHAHAHAA! no way, [READER]!" KEL shouted out loud, before realizing how embarrassed you looked. he gave you a sheepish grin as he apologize, "hehe.. sorry, [READER]…"

when he laughs, KEL is definitely loud but proud! he’s not afraid of laughing out loud.. until it wakes up SALLY that is.

it wasn’t really special to get him to laugh or crack a smile, but it really helped in case he actually looked a bit more sadder than usual

the closer you two become, the more he’ll be more excited to hear another story from you or just another joke!

HERO

like his younger brother, a lot of things would make HERO laugh! although he is much more mature and older, it wasn’t rare to see him smile a bit!

he wouldn’t laugh at immature things, that’s for sure, but he would tell a joke as well! although… the joke is something only an old man would laugh at.

when telling him a joke, HERO would have a better chance at laughing at it if it were a cooking joke. he has a bit of a few cooking jokes up his sleeve as well! if it’s an embarrassing story, HERO would slightly laugh before apologizing.

you heard HERO let out a couple of giggles under his breath, so you turn to face him. "haha.. haha, sorry..! i couldn’t have but laugh a bit!" HERO apologized before taking a deep breath to calm himself down. he then looks back up at you with his usual charming smile. "sorry, sorry. you can continue now!"

when laughing, HERO is the second person who quietly laughs right next to SUNNY who’s in first place. but like KEL, he could laugh out loud as well.. but would be a bit embarrassed and apologized

he is more mature and would laugh at things only he understands, like one of those outdated memes. he’s a bit cringe when it comes to his sense of humor, but he makes up for it with his cheesy yet charming pickup lines!

when you two become closer, HERO would show you a bunch of memes and jokes that were apart of his sense of humor. don’t make fun of him for it, he simply thinks they’re funny and wants to show them to you!

BASIL

BASIL is in the middle when it comes to laughing at someone’s joke. like he wouldn’t laugh as much as he used to and was more anxious than happy

like HERO, he would laugh at something that he actually understands.. like plant culture! he would let out a tiny chuckle every-time he heard a plant joke

if you’re gonna tell him a joke, it’ll have to be something about plants for sure. anything else will be a weak laugh instead. if it’s an embarrassing story, he’ll somewhat laugh a bit even if it’s nothing related to plants

"haha..!" BASIL lets out a tiny chuckle, nervously laughing. "gosh.. did that really happen? i would want to be invisible for the rest of my l-life if that happened to me..!" BASIL slightly joked before calming himself down. "sorry, did i interrupt you? y-you can continue [READER], i won’t interrupt again i promise!"

when laughing, BASIL would let out weak laughs instead. it’s not that he doesn’t find anything funny, it’s just that he’s really nervous about a lot of thing more than usual

his laughs sound really nervously and awkward, despite sometimes finding something really funny. he feels a bit bad that he has to correct others and assure them that he does find whatever they’re saying funny

when you two become more closer, BASIL will laugh a bit more around you and your silly antics. even if his laughs aren’t really.. exciting, he definitely finds you funny and would always listen to your jokes or any stories you have in store for him!

MARI

MARI’s another persons who laughs rather normally like HERO. her sense of humor is teasing others or a simple joke!

she’s always seeing things in a positive light, just like KEL, so it wasn’t difficult to make her smile! she always did love to smile, unlike SUNNY

if you tell her a joke, she’ll laugh and tell you a similar joke that she has up her sleeve. if you tell her an embarrassing story

"oh my goodness, [READER]!" MARI cried out as she lets out a laugh, not mention a little snort, wiping a bit of tears from her eyes as you told her a rather embarrassing story about yourself. "i cant believe that happened to you! it must’ve been the worse thing ever, huh?" once she finally calmed down, she’s definitely gonna listen to the rest of the story. get ready, she might just tease you for it later.

although her laughs are a bit mediocre and slightly quiet yet angelic, it’s definitely worth it to make her laugh!

but when something really makes her laugh, she won’t hesitate to laugh out loud! she’ll even snort as well, that’s how much she likes your jokes or your stories

when you two become close, MARI will always look forward to a joke or a story of yours. if you can’t figure out any at the moment, then she’ll tell you a joke of her own or a story!

[herosplatling-replica]

No 22 with prc for the prompts bc they deserve a nap </3

(ask prompts here!) 643 words, oghghhghhh

______

Inny was the last one of the trio to clock out.

The other two hadn’t left yet, the both of them waiting in the basement while they got their things, so Inny took their time. While they didn’t get tired in ways that were typical for humans, their systems felt worn out from the day’s work.

They had been working overtime lately, and while they had tomorrow off, Inny couldn’t help but feel exhausted regardless. They opened the door to the hospital basement, carefully descending the stairs as they listened for their partners.

“We can’t stay cozy here,” Ian mumbled, his voice followed by a muffled groan of protest from Ada. “We’re never gonna get home if we do.”

“Jus’ a nap would be nice, though,” Ada whined, and Inny leaned to catch a glimpse of her sprawled out on the basement’s sofa. “Oh- there you are.”

« Sleepy? » Inny signed out simply, and both of their partners nodded reluctantly.

“Won’t it be more comfortable sleeping at home, though?” Ian tried again to reason with Ada, though it was clear he was losing this fight. His eyes were dark with sleep deprivation, and while he was currently trying to lift Ada’s head off the sofa’s armrest, it looked like he was more in the mood to settle in beside her.

“I feel dead on my feet,” Ada mumbled. She could tell she was beginning to sway Ian into her camp, so she lifted her head enough for him to take a seat. “And you look like you’re about to pass out. Inny too.”

The Intern paused, but they nodded. « I think… just a short nap would be good. Like fifteen minutes. Then we could maybe go out to eat somewhere? Get takeout? »

“You’d do that for us?” Ian yawned, settling in with a pillow on his lap for Ada to rest her head.

Inny nodded, reaching into their pocket to pull out their phone to set up an alarm. « Just a short nap will help. Then we’ll have the energy to walk home, and I’ll get the food. Sound good? »

Ada made a hum of approval, before lifting her legs up so Inny could settle in on the other end of the sofa. They chuckled silently, grabbing another pillow to put under her legs before Ada laid out on the sofa again.

“Hey,” Ada murmured, getting Inny’s attention. “Thanks.”

« Pffft- it’s not much, why are you thanking me? »

“Even like this you’re still only thinking about us. You’re too sweet,” she said, looking down at where her legs sat across the Intern’s lap. “I’ve told you it’s not that uncomfortable getting comfy on the couch with you, but you still grab a pillow anyway. Sappy dork.”

The Intern’s chassis made a puff of air that almost sounded like a scoff. They reached over and smoothed out Ada’s hair, the action making her mumble sleepily. « I just… worry a lot about being difficult to love with a body like this. If I can make you comfortable, that’s all the better for me. »

“’Difficult’, they say,” Ian murmured, already half asleep where he sat. “Like you’re not literally one in a million or anything.”

« Just the other week you had to help me get a baseball out of my screen- »

“Shhhh. No moping. You’re really cute and I love you.” Ian reached across the couch, taking Inny’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Mechanical parts and all.”

Ada’s fingers wrapped around their joined hands, holding them close. “Mhm. We love ya.”

They still had a lot of insecurities rattling around their chest, but the Intern sighed and squeezed back. « Let’s just get some rest. Alright? »

They were answered by tired hums of agreement, so the trio got comfortable.

Just a small break.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Drunken Sailor

Man I've been waiting to get to this one!

Drunken Sailor was uploaded on the 12th of August, 2023, and like the other pirate-themed video Voiceplay did akmost two years prior, it features Jose Rosario Jr! It also features Matthew Buckner (aka "Bucky") in an acting role, as the "drunken sailor" that Voiceplay sing about. "Bucky" used to be a vocalist in "4:2:Five" for a while (iirc), and he's good friends with Geoff, and even helped with the choreography for Geoff's Monster Mash video! Just like Hoist The Colours, both the arrangement and video were done by Geoff (who also wrote an original bridge for the song! (genius that he is)), and he also co-directed the video (with Tony), and worked together with Eli on lighting design. This might be one of those posts where I get close to the picture-upload-maximum and have to start counting them just in case, but still, it would be for good reason! So let's go!

Group shot! Shoutout to Pattycake Productions for the set design!

I'm not sure if any of the group are wearing any of the same clothing pieces they wore in Hoist The Colours (I did a brief bit of visual comparison), but Jose, acting as the captain of this "ragtag motley crew" once more, is pretty close.

Also, Geoff is going with the bare-shoulders look again (we always stan), but so is Cesar! (Good For Him)

Not even 10 seconds in and I've already found a funnier-than-first-expected/realized screencap! I'm not sure whose face I love more here - Layne's or Geoff's 😂😂

Obligatory comment that Geoff was absolutely serving looks in this video! The subtle "guyliner" plus the light stubble and the black sleeveless shirt/tunic? I freaking live for it 👀👌

Jose staring right down the camera, and Cesar giving 110% as per usual 😄

Pfft XD

Crazy Eyes Layne back again! 😆

Also look at Eli's face! He's terrified by the story that Layne is 'telling'!

"I'll have that!" (also notice that when Layne makes the whale "eat"/bite the boat, Eli covers his head with his hands in distress! The Lore! The Lore!

PFFFT, if looks could kill! 🤣 (and the fact that he's still beatboxing the whole time really makes this 👌)

Voiceplay said in the comments (in a reply to someone) that "there were a few different takes of this shot, and this was the one where it looked the MOST like Layne was gonna burst into flame." I think they nailed it 😝😁

"Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom!"

Firstly, it sounds at least like Cesar is singing "hosepipe bottom", but the original line is "hosepipe on him". And despite what Cesar is implying with the wooden toilet seat, the line has nothing to do with toilets or bathrooms. A "scupper" is "an opening in the side walls of a vessel or an open-air structure, which allows water to drain instead of pooling" (according to Wikipedia). Ships have scuppers at deck-level, to allow for rainwater and/or seawater to drain off. So basically the line about "stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him" is about spraying the drunken sailor in question with a hose[pipe] (to try to sober him up with a dousing of cold water), in a part of the ship where the water can easily drain away afterwards.

"ew I can't believe I just touched that!"

Yes, that doll is definitely creepy, and I have no clue where Geoff got it from or what gave him the idea, but, according to Geoff in the comments section (comment from Voiceplay's channel, but it was almost definitely him who wrote it): "Her name is Clara and SHE HAS FEELINGS!" 😅

Also, the line "put him in the bed with the captain's daughter" probably isn't actually meant to be taken literally either. The main consensus that I've seen online is that "the captain's daughter" actually referred to a cat-'o'-nine-tails whip. (Not talking about the vocals or arrangement, I'm talking about song background/context! Which I've done before!)

EAR-LY IN THE M O O R R R N I I N N G G G

*YEET*

"Hey that's my cup!" (rip Eli)

Hey look it's the screencap my profile pic comes from! (And for good reason - Geoff is positively unhinged and Cesar's reaction is priceless 🤣)

Also apparently Geoff holding a wooden spoon while singing "I'm gonna carve his heart out" is a reference to the 1991 movie Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves. "Why a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe?" "Because it's dull, you twit. It'll hurt more!"

"And we should make him listen to Voiceplay while we do it!" "You... are a monster"

(I freaking died laughing first time I watched this bit, also look at Eli's smug grin! 😂)

Have I mentioned that he's gorgeous and I love him?

This video is really just pure unbridled/chaotic fun. It's the best 😁

Cesar twerking! Get it!

It took me an embarassingly long time to release that Geoff isn't actually sitting down in this shot here; he's kneeling instead 😅

Also note that while Layne, Eli, Cesar, and Geoff all freeze into place (in what is apparently sometimes known as a "tableau shot", Jose doesn't, instead doing a little bit of fourth-wall-breaking to give the audience a lighthearted half-shrug 😄

And no, I haven't forgotten the "bonus scene"!

"HEY! Hey, I'm not drunk!"

I'm just tired, because you simpletons been singing all night!"

(Also ayyy another Eli Eyebrow Raise!)

"Wey, hey, and up she rises. Wey, hey, and up she rises. Wey, hey, and UP she rises! Ear-ly in the morn... ONCE AGAIN!"

Aaaaand I've officially hit image limit! At least I did make some attempts to be conservative with screenshots! 😅

This cover is utterly fantastic - all the silliness of "Classic Voiceplay", with the serious skills and high-quality video production of "Modern Voiceplay"! The video is hilarious, the cover is ridiculously creative, and really it just highlights all of the things to love about each person in the video, visually/performance-wise and vocally!

Not many Voiceplay videos left for me to make posts about now, but there are certainly still ridiculously-amazing things to come, so stay tuned!

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[ikeromantic]

The Old Switcheroo, part 1

Arthur and MC (Haruko) are cursed and end up in each other's bodies. Part 1 of 3. Approx words. 2400 Spicy. TW for gender dysphoric descriptions.

Arthur was doing his best not to raise his voice. He reminded himself that he understood why the love of his life *might* be questioning his commitment. After all, he’d crawled in to the mansion around three am and then stayed at his typewriter until breakfast. 

“I can’t believe you stayed out again all night! All night! I was worried!” Her lips were pressed to a thin, pale line, and she looked more angry than anxious.

“Luv, I told you. I got home at three. I just didn’t come to bed.” 

“Three? You think that’s better?” She turned away, refusing to look at him. “Every week, we go through this. Every week I sit home at night, wondering what kind of idiot I am to be dating you, while you’re out drinking and partying with - with who even knows!”

He snorted. “Drinking? Partying? Are you serious luv? I was out with Theo. He needed to de-stress. I am sorry we stayed out so late.”

She crossed her arms, still not making eye contact. “Theo got home at midnight. I know, because he stopped by to see if I was alright. Which you didn’t do when you came in three hours later.”

“I checked in on some friends, ok? Can you please just trust me? Please?” 

“I’m really trying.” She finally met his gaze and he realized there were tears in her eyes. He’d made her cry. Again. “I just wish, for once, you’d think about me when you’re out and about. Try a weekend in my shoes. Sitting through lonely nights. Worrying. Waiting.”

“And I wish you’d look at things through my eyes once in awhile! I damn well love you and there isn’t a tart on this earth that could turn my head, no matter how late I get home.” He held out a hand to her but she slapped it away.

“Whatever. I - I have to go help Sebas with supper. I’m sure you have things to do too.” 

Arthur watched her leave, a sinking feeling in his gut. He mucked it up again. But honestly, he felt like he couldn’t win. If she went out with him, she got jealous - either because some pretty skirt made eyes at him or they ran into one of his former bedwarmers - and if he left her home, he got this. What did she want? For him to stay here? No more tavern, no more whiskey? No more sweet scent of tobacco and dirty jokes and winking at pretty waitresses? 

Well, that was probably exactly what she wanted but he couldn’t give it to her. He had no intention of changing - she’d fallen for him as he was and she’d have to accept it one way or another. Arthur did his best to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that tried to remind him she had other options. The soft voice that remembered how awfully lonely his long life was before she’d come into it. 

***

“Sebastian, I’m serious! Three am! And do you know what he told me?” 

Sebas sighed and looked up from the cutting board. “I’ve no idea.”

“He said I should trust him! That he was just checking in on some friends! Honestly . . .” She set down the spoon and poured the sauce from the pan to the bowl. “I just don’t know sometimes. I feel like I’m the biggest fool.” Her heart ached with uncertainty. 

Surely Arthur cared for her. And she enjoyed the time they spent together, of course. He was sweet. A conscientious lover. He was funny and smart . . . but she couldn’t ignore the way his eyes wandered or the vast history he had with what felt like every damn beddable woman in Paris. They couldn’t even go out for a coffee without running into someone he’d fucked. Or tried to. 

“Look. I know you’re upset. Maybe the two of you should just talk it out. If he could see where you’re coming from, he might be a little more sympathetic.” Sebastian shrugged. “It’s worth a try.”

“Pffft. I wish he could see things from my side. But he just thinks I’m crazy jealous.”

Sebas grinned. “Well you are, aren’t you? Just a bit.”

She laughed. “Ok, fine. Maybe a little. But with reason!”

“Mhmm. So sit down with him and tell him what makes you jealous and why.”

A few hours and a bottle of wine later . . .

“So what you mean to say is -hic- you’re worried one of those other skirts has something you don’t? Or - or - you think I’d get bored?” Arthur squinted at his beloved, her face swimming in the dim-lit night air. They’d chosen to talk in the garden where there was less chance of being interrupted. 

She nodded, chewing at her lip. “I mean, I guess? I just . . . I wish there was something I had of you that no one else got to try out first.” 

“You do. I didn’t love any of them. Only you. Gods, luv. I - I can’t say it any clearer.” Arthur felt helpless in this conversation. All his naughty proclivities splayed out in ugly detail. The sadness in her eyes was a mirror for his own regret. 

He wished she could understand that he’d never thought to find love. He was just trying to pass the time. Enjoyably. To distract himself. If he’d known she was out there, waiting for him . . . if he’d known it would bother her so much . . . “I wish you’d walk a day in my shoes before you judge me,” he sighed.

“Well I wish the same! You could see what it feels like to know every tramp in Paris has more than their eyes on your man.” She looked away and wiped at her face.

A falling star blazed briefly in the night sky above them, trailing a crimson ribbon behind it before it disappeared from sight.

***

Arthur woke the next day with the mother of all hangovers. His head felt like it was being split in two. His body felt weak and soft and he really just wanted to burrow into the sheets and sleep until it sorted itself out. But he needed to get up.

He needed to go find his little bird and apologize. They hadn’t parted on good terms last night. She was probably still angry, and it was definitely his fault. He sat up and pushed the hair back from his face. 

The room spun as he stumbled from bed. Everything looked off at the angles so he stared at the floor. He didn’t remember falling asleep in his lover’s room, but there he was. And in her nightgown too. Odd. But he was too tired and his head hurt too much to think about it right now. 

Arthur walked to the hallway bathroom and stopped in front of the toilet. He hoisted the hem of the gown - not his first time to wear women’s clothes, nor likely to be his last - and reached for his cock. The familiar feel of his sturdy morning wood, the release of the inaugural piss. 

His hand found empty air where the flagpole ought to have been. 

This pulled him to full wakefulness as nothing else could. His cock was gone. More than gone. It was . . . it was . . . his hands fumbled at the thatch of hair, the pubic rise.

He wasn’t a stupid man and this was familiar territory, even when discovered in such a shockingly wrong space. It was so strange that he felt numb, as if he were dreaming. Maybe he was and only imagined he was awake. The thought made him smile.

He still needed to piss, so he sat. It bothered him in ways he hadn’t expected it to. Sitting to pee. And you couldn’t just shake the thing off either! Arthur fumbled at the bidet and then wiped. Washed his hands. 

His eyes met his own gaze in the mirror and he screamed. 

He was her. That was her face. Her body under the frilly pink fabric of her nightgown. Her hands fumbling at the face in the mirror. He pinched himself - or herself rather - and it hurt. This was no dream. 

The door to the bathroom slammed open and Arthur stood in the doorway. Or, his body did anyhow. 

“What did you do?”

“Me?” Arthur gaped. He was looking at himself. Hearing himself. “What about you?”

She stormed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, closing them in the small space. “Are you in here . . . touching things?”

Arthur drew back, hurt and surprised. “Touching things? As I recall, you rather like it when I touch . . . things.” He frowned. “Besides. I just came in here to piss and - and everything was, well, like this.”

After a moment, she nodded, a calm expression crossing her - his - face. “It’s ok. I - I had almost the same thing happen. I woke up and - and -” 

He watched his own skin blush brightly, a shade it had never held when it was his body. “You don’t need to say another word. I understand.” And he did. She must have woken up with a little surprise in more ways than one. 

She gave an embarrassed laugh. “Right. Right. Ok so what do we do?” 

Arthus sighed. “We can’t stay like this. Either of us.” 

They shared a look and said together, “Le Comte!”

***

She couldn’t believe this was happening. Waking in Arthur’s body had been . . . a shock. And now seeing herself - like this - it was overwhelming. The smell of her skin, so familiar, now aroused a hunger in her that she couldn’t have anticipated. A tightness in chest and groin, a thirst that stuck her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Was this what he felt every time he saw her? 

It wasn’t the kind of question she could ask. And besides, they had more pressing concerns. Like how thin that night gown was! She shoved a robe into Arthur’s hands. “Put this on. I’m not letting you parade me around the halls like that.”

Though it was her face, the expression was all Arthur. Mischievous and sensual. “What’s that luv? Worried I might flash the count?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Are you seriously teasing me right now about using my body to cheat on yourself and me with le Comte?”

It took Arthur a moment to consider the implications. He shrugged into the robe. 

Le Comte listened to them explain their situation and recount the night’s events. His calm expression betrayed only mild amusement as they told him what happened to them. When they fell to a stuttering stop, unsure what to say next, he shrugged. “I have never come across this before.”

“What?” Arthur’s question flew from Haruko’s mouth. 

“I have heard of it,” le Comte continued, making a calming gesture, “but this is my first time to come into contact with this precise . . . phenomena.”

“So . . . what do we do,” she asked in Arthur’s voice. It still startled her.

“Well, most curses have some sort of trigger. A mechanism which causes the curse and which can be leveraged to undo the effects. We must simply figure this one out.” The pure blood’s golden eyes gleamed. 

Arthur lifted a hand to his chin, rubbing the smooth skin there. “I see. Yes. We said something about walking in the other’s shoes.”

Le Comte nodded.

“Wait, wait.” Haruko frowned. “Are you saying we have to stay like this?”

“For awhile, yes. Until you’ve experienced whatever it was you wanted each other to experience as you.” Le Comte smiled at Arthur, able to see Haruko in their depths. “I’d recommend telling no one what has happened. Go about your usual day and hopefully . . .”

Arthur and Haruko groaned simultaneously. 

Haruko’s high pitched voice made the first complaint. “So I have to . . . what? Follow Sebas around and dust the shelves? I have writing to do!”

“Oh ho, I guess that means I get a vacation and you get to do real work for the first time in your life,” Haruko spat back, wearing Arthur’s trademark smirk.

“Writing is work!”

“Please. You sit at a typewriter and eat chocolate all day while people bring you coffee.”

“Children, please. This argument is not going to help you lift the curse. Now go on about your day as normal and try to understand what you wanted to tell each other.” Le Comte stood and motioned them toward the door. 

Haruko sighed. It looked like there was no choice. She stood a little awkwardly, unused to Arthur’s heavier frame, and left. Arthur followed in her body, scowling.

“I suppose I’ll head to your - my - room and get to writing. Hurry up with my breakfast, hm?” She sauntered off, laughing at the shocked expression Arthur wore. 

She settled at Arthur’s desk and loaded up the typewriter. Checked the keys. Stared at the blank sheet of paper. All she needed to do was write a story. Anything, really. A line to start? 

The blank page mocked her. How did one begin this sort of thing? Once upon a time . . . It was a dark and stormy night . . . 

***

Arthur watched his own fine ass sachet down the hall. So it was like that, was it? Well. He’d show her. Being a maid was easy work. Simple. He could finish twice what she did in half the time. 

He got dressed and headed down to the kitchen. “Morning, Seba - ow!” His cheery greeting was met by a hard flick to the forehead. 

“Breakfast does not make itself, Haruko. I expected you here an hour ago.” Sebastian’s expression was severe. 

“I - sorry, old chap. It won’t happen again.” Arthur rubbed his head. “So what’s the plan?”

Sebas shoved a tray into his hands. “Carry this to the dining room and then head over to the laundry. You’ll need to strip the sheets for washing, and take the curtains down to be aired and pressed. When you finish that, bring up the potatoes and flour from the basement for lunch prep. I think eight bags of each should be enough. Then we can start lunch prep. And . . .”

Arthur’s brain refused to hear anymore chores. All of that had to be done this morning? “But what about my breakfast?”

“You? If you wanted to eat this morning, you should have been up an hour ago.” Sebas’ frown softened. “I did leave a muffin aside for you. You can grab it after the residents are served. Oh. And don’t forget to wake Napoleon.”

Arthur felt his shoulders slump. It was going to be a very long day. At least, he thought wryly, I’ll get a kiss out of it.

Next: Part 2

[akai-joou]

WELL YOU CANT LEAVE A BRUH ON A CLIFFHANGER?? Keep the oc talk train going WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

KJAFBHSKDFJ HELLO OMG OKAY UM JUST

I decided that Grace is somewhat a Yuu. But you know, not following traditional game lore. She goes to the ceremony and actually gets sorted into Diasomnia.

The whole thing with Grim does go down just... as an isolated incident with Crowley being the one to keep watch over the him until he figures out exactly what to do.

But Grace? Sorted into Diasomnia. If I recall correctly, Diasomnia is a dorm where they value those with strong magical power and honor? Don't quote me on that, I do believe I read it on an analysis on here once. I ran with that analysis though.

Arthurian Mythology tends to follow the chivaric code, which can often be seen in Lilia, Silver and Sebek! Knight's honor and what not. Besides, it just makes sense. It'd be the perfect dorm if only they didn't scoff at her at every turn simply because her magic isn't all there at the moment. When reading the theory and everything, it makes sense. But in practice? It's lacking, comparable to a child that's just starting and can't even levitate a spoon.

So they scoff at her at every turn. Her fellow first year, Sebek berates how she'd bring shame to the dorm as a human, others simply shame her and try to reason that the mirror made a mistake. That she probably shouldn't have been accepted into the school. (Call back to how in the novel others tend to scorn Yuu because he's magicless and still an alumni.)

→ These are her first two weeks of school until she sighs and goes to Lilia (since Malleus is MIA) to discuss changing dorms. Not to please the others but more-so because she's just so over it lmao

She got used to the training grounds there for her sword fighting though, and Sebek and Silver are both great sparring partners but FUCK if people aren't annoying. Lilia ever the father figure decides to make a compromise. They speak to Crowley and Crowley reasons that if she simply doesn't want to be in the dorm she couldn't switch (the other dorms aren't appealing, maybe Savanaclaw because training sessions, but Diasomnia is the best in her opinion) which is WHEN Ramshackle is brought up.

And until she can basically jump start her magic to where it used to be, she gets to stay in Ramshackle Dorm.. despite it being abandoned and well... Ramshackle. Crowley also gives her the task to watch after Grim. Maybe figuring how to tame this dire beast will help her do somethings here and there.

→ THIS. Is where the game begins! Basically!

She's already a student when the [Prologue] where she meets Ace + Deuce officialy happens. She still accompanies them to the mine and Deuce is the one to make note of how not-afraid she is despite lacking proper magic. Ace kinda shrugs him off about it, but like she's literally about to throw hands with a stick. Actually I wonder if she has a sword/baton like Silver?

She doesn't use the Diasomnia uniform actually! She uses some random vest she found in Ramshackle when cleaning out and doesn't really wear the Diasomnia Dorm uniform either pffft. Has it though. The little Dorm ribbon? She has it in her bag, just doesn't use it.

Deuce and Ace stick with her after that, though she kinda side eyes Ace often because you know.... Ace will be Ace. And some of the shit he does really grinds her gears, but she does have a soft spot for Deuce especially after book 1. Something about how he does everything to make his mom proud really resonates with her... though she doesn't know why.

Ah, she doesn't remember anything from before waking up in the lake. Haha.

My favorite thing about working on Grace has GOT to be how I worked with each overblot scenario fixing it to match her character. How to honor these knightly code values that stay in her mind, instincts at this point. Why she reacts how she does. So let's separate each book in like... conflicts and how they affect those around them. Is it within the dorm? Is it an internal conflict? Does it affect the whole school? External conflict.

→ Book 1 (internal conflict)

At first she kinda... sides with Riddle. Ace's ridiculous excuses and she'd be like "yeah, kinda serves you right." But then Deuce comes in and talks about how ridiculous some of the rules are and she goes "Huh. Let's go see then." Meets Cater, sees how utterly stupid these rules really can be and well- we all know how Book 1 goes down.

It's called The Rose-Red Tyrant for a reason. And that kicks her chivalrous ideology into play. She's gotta help sort out this internal conflict before it gets out of hand. It's great.

Of course that's... internal conflic, just imagine when it's external and concerns more than one dorm.

→ Book 2 (external conflict)

Leona's whole thing practically affects everyone. Hurting players in other dorms already irks the living hell out of her, foul play and what not. But going as far to involve her actual dorm? I think... at the end is when Ace and Deuce kinda find out that she's in Diasomnia. Like.... I'm just saying as someone who did those types of ceremonies where they drone on calling people one by one like graduations... you zone out at some point.

Anyways, I DO HAVE WRITTEN DOWN WHAT SHE SAYS TO LEONA. Because yeah Lilia goes off at him but like so does girly. I think it was.

"It is a good thing that you are the second Prince. if this is how you behave as the Leader of a Dorm, then I can not fathom to imagine how you would be as the Leader of a Country."

Which, you know.... is a dick move and DOES add to his overblot. But also Lilia follows along with his Malleus speech. Silver watches amused and Sebek agrees. Ace and Deuce are like "holy shit" but Deuce lowkey is like "that's kinda-" (I'm bringing Deuce up alot, aren't I? :) That's an important detail for later. Keep in mind, she was meant to be with Silver, at first.)

Anyways, those are like two of the best examples of how it comes to dealing with overblots, it's pretty fun actually!

An important detail is that I don't... think she's in any club right now. When she was a Yuu I had noted down that she used to be in a fencing club, which I would like to include but the closest thing is the training/sparing sessions Sebek and Silver often do. So she often can be found in Diasomnia sparring with Silver which leads to... the rumor mill rumor milling haha

[echos-girlfriend]

Hello again! LOL it seems like I'm in your asks a lot 😫 I was just wondering if I could request one where like Fives is alive somehow and gets taken in by the bad batch (Crosshair, Omega and Echo are there) and Fives is just... causing so much trouble and pranks and one happens that Crosshair just about dies laughing at. (I really just want this lil grumpy sniper to laugh his soul out LOL and I also HC that Echo is all serious because Fives died but now that he's back, Echo's like helping him)

Howdy!

This one was super fun to write! It also took a while and I’m so sorry for the wait.. I hope you like it lovely 💚💚💚(Also I’m back writing! Taking a few days to clear my head and not think about it helped a lot 😌.. I know for a while I was putting one/two fics almost every day)

A full House 🏠

Everyone’s invited! (Posted under each character’s list)

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“FIVES!!!”

Tech’s scream was followed by loud snickers and footsteps running away. Crosshair watched the whole scene, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Hey it wasn’t all just me! Echo helped!”

Now that made crosshair’s smirk drop. Echo? Echo of all people helped Fives prank Tech?

“Uh. It was just a prank Tech”

Echo couldn’t help but chuckle either.. finally having his brother back definitely ignited a new fire inside him. Before he didn’t help fives prank his other brothers.. he was usually the one who was getting Fives out of trouble..

“Still.. putting a faulty fan in the ship so it would blow black smoke into my face I sent he type of prank I would laugh over..”

“Oh loosen up Tech.. I quite enjoyed watching it happen.”

“Of course you did Crosshair..”

Tech rolled his eyes and went to shower all the Black smoke off of him. Fives pulled Echo to the side.

“We should get Crosshair next!”

Echo looked at Fives with worry.

“Uh.. I dunno Fives.. he might strangle you-“

“All the more reason to do it! It’ll be hilarious to watch him get angry!”

Echo rolled his eyes but gave Fives a huge smile..

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“You’re a really good cook Echo! How’d you learn?”

“Well I’m not sure.. it’s just always interested me so I started to cook things..”

Echo gave Omega a small smile.. trying his best to hide his excitement for what was about to happen.

“Where is fives?”

“Probably plotting another prank against us Wrecker.. It just better not be me. I’ll strangle him”

“No you won’t Crosshair! Don’t say that!”

“Just wait till I get my hands on-“

In a split second a giant bucket of ice cold water was dumped over Crosshair’s head. Everyone’s mouth hung open, even Echo who knew it was going to happen.

“PFFFT HAHAHAHAH! YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE!!”

Crosshair Turned faster than lightning towards Fives’ loud laugh.. his face a dark crimson red, full of anger and embarrassment.

“FIVES!”

Crosshair’s hands grabbed Five’s shoulders and.. he started laughing. A good, deep laugh. Everyone’s face was in shock, but only for a moment before they joined Crosshair in a fit of laughing.

“GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH! HAHA!”

Crosshair wrapped his arms around fives and gave him a tight squeeze.

“Yeah! Seems like you really hate me!”

Omega jumped up and ran over to the pair.

“Group hug!”

Crosshair immediately stopped hugging fives as the rest of the brothers ran over and hugged each other in a large group hug.

“Ok ok… enough.. enough. Stop.. STOP TOUCHING ME!”

But no one did.. and Crosshair sat their with a sulk.. before he finally let his face smile and embrace his family again..

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[aprillikesthings]

In 2002 I kept a hand-written daily diary for most of that year, and I never once reread it that I know of and I lost it YEARS ago, and this is the first time I can think of that I wish I still had it.

For fic writing reasons. Pffft.

Because I was in the middle/late days of a relationship that was an absolute fucking disaster and every other entry was like "we had an argument and then we had sex," but in far more detail. I remember filling up PAGES with this.

To this day I'm kinda shocked we managed to keep up having sex two or three times a week considering he lived with his parents (I shared an apartment with a friend) and neither of us drove a car??? I also worked a really weird-ass schedule at a retail job??? This was all in the suburbs, no less; where the buses all have weird-ass routes and run like once an hour on the weekends.

But also there's no getting around it: every toxic/enemies-to-lovers ship or fic I've read or written in the past twenty years has been inspired in part by that relationship, because there is pretty much nothing like the rush of falling into bed with someone after you've been furious with each other--but holy shit is it much nicer to experience it via fiction. But of course, the whole reason I crave it is because I did it in real life. For two and a half years, lol.

I've seen people describe that sort of relationship as addictive, and they're not wrong.

It's still bizarre to think about: our physical chemistry was off the charts and the sex was great, but we were both immature as fuck and bad at relationships and in every other way just godawful for each other. Pretty much the only thing we had in common (other than difficult relationships with our families pfft) was that we liked having sex with each other.

Well, okay. We liked watching Adult Swim on the weekends.

And he's the one who introduced me to Radiohead (past the song Creep), by giving me a burned copy of Kid A.