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ghostofhyuck · 7 months ago

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Gang AU Series 3

Right-hand man! Lee Jeno x Gang member! Reader

Summary: “You’re willing to save me?”

cw: Mentions of blood, abuse, violence, and death.

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The hallways are suffocating. Jeno tries his best to ignore the clutching pain in his heart as he walks heavily towards the office of his boss.

As Jeno entered the place, he could only glance at you for a second, before shifting his eyes at his boss. The man, in his late thirties stands up, a cigarette between his fingers as he casually smokes inside the place.

“He’s ready sir,” Jeno said.

The man only laughed, throwing the cigarette butt on the ashtray. “I knew I could count on you. Oh well! You can leave early tonight.”

Jeno only nodded. He watched as his boss walked away, and passed by you who could only lower her head. The rest of his men followed suit, and with the shut of the door, the two of you stood there in silence.

“Come on,” Jeno mumbled as he approached you. “Let’s get you to your room.”

You only look at him, “But what if —”

“He knows that I’ll bring you to your room,” Jeno said, and without any hesitation, you accepted his hands. But as you stand up, you feel your knees weakening, Jeno has to hold your shoulder so that you wouldn’t fall.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

Instead, Jeno wraps his arms behind your knees and carries you all the way to your room. As he lays you softly to your bed, he stands up to look for the first aid kit in your bathroom.

“You know, you don’t have to do this,” you told him as soon as he returned.

But Jeno remains quiet, he grabs a pad and some alcohol, lifting your face to see any fresh cuts from you. “I want to, you don’t deserve this.”

You could only cry. Both of you are right, you don’t deserve this life, but coming from a poor family forced you to. Your father became in debt with Mr. Han, a rich man in his thirties who runs an underground business. It was an illegal transaction and instead of killing your father for not paying his debts, your father offered to give you instead to Mr. Han, and without any hesitation, he accepted.

You lived a living hell with that man. You endured his abuses. There’s not a day where he raised his hands to you, and as much as you wanted to run away, you couldn’t. You don’t know where to go, and knowing that he’s a powerful man means that he has eyes all over the place. It’ll be easy for him to find you and at any chance, kill you.

But it stopped when Lee Jeno, Mr. Han’s most trusted man, helped you one night. He tended your wounds and cuts, his touch was gentle and soft that you couldn’t help but to cry in his arms. You couldn’t believe that there’s still someone who can look at you with care.

At first, you thought it was just a coincidence. But everyday, you can see how Jeno tries to have a glimpse of you. You can feel him staring at you, watching over you, and sometimes, he’s not even subtle about it. Even directly asking Mr. Han to bring you home or take care of you. While the man is clueless about his actions, he lets Jeno be since he trusts him so much.

Jeno’s actions cut deep to yours. Slowly, your heart started beating for him. You yearned for him. Looked for him as if he was a hero, and you were waiting to be saved. Just his presence was enough for you to think that life can still go on.

“He’s drunk earlier isn’t he?” Jeno asked, cleaning the last wound he found.

“He was angry too,” you answered. You were Mr. Han’s punching bag, and he was very violent with it. Sometimes he would throw glasses, or bottles of wine at you. He does this when his plan failed or his men fucked-up — he puts all of his frustration at you, and you couldn’t do nothing about it.

“Look at me,” Jeno lifts up your face and as you come face to face with him. Jeno was in awe. How can his boss ruin that beautiful face of yours? You were an angel in Jeno’s eyes, so pure and sweet. Why would they do this to you?

You couldn’t help but cry, shaking hands trying to hold his hands. “I can’t do this anymore Jeno,” you confessed.

“Hey, we’ll be alright,” Jeno assures, cupping your cheeks. “Let’s get out of here.”

Your forehead creased, “Jeno!? We can’t! I can’t, it’s too —”

“Dangerous, I know. But I need to get you out of here, you deserve more than this rotten place,” Jeno explains.

You couldn’t believe it. After years of living in hell, there’s someone who’s willing to save your ruined self. You felt a ray of hope in Jeno’s words. As you look at him, all you can see is the eagerness, the sincere look on his face. He was desperate to help you escape.

“But Mr. Han —”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, I’ve already developed a plan for both of us, just wait for me okay?” Jeno said, and you could only nod.

You saw how Jeno’s lips curved onto a smile, he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, seeing that you’re willing to agree to his plan.

He couldn’t help but to crash his lips onto yours. This wasn’t the first time you two kissed, you two went further than that. You know how gentle he was with you and you were willing to give yourself to him. But this time it felt different, as if he was hungry for you, and you couldn’t only do nothing but to kiss him back — as eager as he is.

“Wait for me here okay? Mr. Han will be out of town tomorrow and I’ll be staying to guard some things, it’s our chance,” Jeno said after breaking the kiss. He rests his forehead on yours, eyes closed as he only feels nothing but your warm hands on his hands.

“Okay,” you only answered.

He kisses you one last time before leaving you alone in your room. As the silence filled you, you couldn’t help but hold onto your heart. Nervous as to what tomorrow awaits.

You didn’t notice that you fell asleep. You woke up from bottles crashing down and strings of curses. You heard Mr. Han shouting as if he was a wild man on the loose. You couldn’t help but to squeeze yourself from the corner of your bed, body against the wall as you clutched onto your blanket, praying quietly that he wouldn’t barge into your room.

But luck wasn’t on your side today, the door came open with just a huge swing, it collided with the wall, making you scream in surprise.

“Stop screaming you fucking bitch,” he said with gritted teeth. In a split second he grabs you out of the bed, pushing you against the concrete floor.

You cried in pain as the bruises from yesterday’s abuse weren't fully-healed. You couldn’t do anything as Mr. Han throws you around like a ragdoll, accepting his punches and kicks all over your body.

It went on for a few hours. All of his anger was poured on you. He continued to curse at you as if it was your fault that another deal of his failed. You only closed your eyes, breathless as you turned numb to his abuse.

“Useless bitch,” Mr. Han whispered, as if he wasn’t satisfied that you accepted all of it. He’s used to you fighting back, screaming, and reacting to his actions, but now it was as if you couldn’t do anything but to accept it.

“Jeno come here,” The man ordered. Jeno, who’s waiting outside, enters.

“If you want to prove your loyalty,” Mr. Han said, handing him the gun from his coat. “Kill her.”

Jeno felt deaf when he heard Mr. Han’s orders. He glances at you, who’s lying on the floor. Bruises and wounds all over your body, you weren’t even moving. As if you were dead.

His eyes darkened, everything became mute to him. As if his hands moved in instinct, he grabs the gun, loads it, and points it to Mr. Han.

“What the fuck —-” and before the man could even finish his sentence, he felt an inflicting pain in his chest. As he looked down, his white undershirt was bleeding in red.

But it wasn’t enough for Jeno, he fires the gun three times until he hears a loud thud, Mr. Han falls on the floor as blood starts to flow out of his body.

Jeno throws the gun away and approaches you. He held onto your wrist and couldn’t feel your heartbeat.

“Yn? Hey, please open your eyes for me,” Jeno whispered, resting you in his arms. He tries to shake you, but as you become unresponsive, Jeno starts to scream your name.

“Yn!? Don’t, please. Stay awake for me,” he drops you on the floor, performing CPR just to save you. At this moment, he became desperate, continuously trying to save you and his movements became aggressive.

Tears started to fall, but Jeno didn’t budge as he tried his best to revive you.

“Yn please,” Jeno whispered. His hands became shaky, he dropped onto you as he began to cry, he couldn’t believe that he was too late. He should’ve prevented this from happening to you. Jeno thought that he should’ve saved you months ago, he shouldn’t have taken this long for him to execute his plan.

“Boss! We heard gunshots —” the group of men froze when they saw Mr. Han swimming in his own blood, next to him was Jeno who’s mourning in front of your dead body.

Jeno stops, reaching for the gun that he used to kill Mr. Han. He stares at your face one last time, before standing up and facing the group. They took a step backward, sensing a different aura from him.

All he could see was seething rage. Anger. Denial that he couldn’t save you. Everything was red and black, and the image of you.

It’s all their fault that you’re dead. It’s them. Jeno wanted nothing more but to seek revenge for you. And he’ll start it with destroying the people that ruined you.

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watchingblsnowandforever · 5 months ago

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Hello!!!! =D

So. We Are ep 13. I don't how they do this, but they keep making every episode better than the last. At this rate, I'll not be able to survive episode 16.

Warning: long post 😊😅 (there will be a smol part 2 because 30 screenshots are definitely not enough.)

We have the Best Parents in BL, but now I present to you: The Best Aunt in BL.

Subtle, Aunt Pui, real subtle. 😭

I get her. She just wants a nice, handsome boyfriend for her nephew. 😌

First of all, the symbolism is hitting me right in the face, but it's also so subtle because no one else knows the whole story, so they wouldn't be able to figure it out.

Secondly. Yes, the red and blue do clash a bit, and it's not the prettiest little painting. But. Not every painting has to be "pretty" or perfect. Just like feelings or emotions in real life. Peem didn't willingly draw over his precious painting because he thought it'd look better; he did it because he wanted it to express his feelings. This also ties into Peem's insecurity at having (apparently) failed at being Phum's comfort zone because see, in the painting it looks like the sea is embracing the roses, or protecting them.

What I'm trying to say, is that what makes art beautiful is not just what you directly see on the canvas/right in front of you. And this applies even to the "pretty" ones. The David is not just famous because it looks very good, but also because of the amount of skill and talent Michelangelo had to be able to create such a thing from a block of marble. (I'm sorry I'm not good at examples or analogies 😭)

Sir. What business do you have, making an expression like that and giving me a heart attack.

If I haven't said this before: find a man who looks at you like Phum (Pond) looks at Peem (Phuwin).

Two sides of the same coin.

Phum still feels guilty (which is very clear from his reaction to what Peem says) about ruining Peem's painting, so he wants to do something to make sure nothing like that ever happens to Peem again.

Peem is long over it (you don't ever forget shit like that, but he has definitely forgiven Phum). He met Phum because of that Incident™, and he has a new, upgraded painting, so this is just a light joke for him. But the moment he sees it's too soon for Phum, he immediately goes to reassure him he's just kidding, and he absolutely does not hold it over Phum.

A simple pinky promise, but how much does it mean to Phum?

He's never had someone to make a pinky promise with; Fang was in a similar situation as him, and Beer knew better to make a promise and have it broken by forces outside his control.

So this, this small, childish gesture means quite a bit to him. (Which is also probably why having broken it hurt him so much.)

And yet Peem, you're smiling so wide while saying that. Almost like *le gasp* you actually like it!

Let's be real here, Peem. You don't mind at all. In fact, you sounded unbearably fond saying this. You were quite literally giggling and kicking your feet. (Which fits my headcanon of him pretty well actually.)

This shot. Just >>>> (actually thinking of making it my header-)

Ma boy never misses a chance 😭👍🏼

And if he doen't get a chance, he makes one and nails that too. <3

SO CUTEE 🥺🫶🏼

Oh the teasing is on.

Pun: I did that 😌

Beer: Idiots in love. Again. *exasperated sigh*

[From this point on, I am extremely sleep deprived, so most comments made will probably (definitely) be forgotten by the time I wake up (I'm going right to sleep after posting this.]

Well, Chain, I'm sorry to be the one telling you this, but Phum moved into Peem's heart like 6 episodes ago.

Well, yeah, but Peem has to act at least a little bit like the tsundere he is, right?

Chain: "Well, can a cupid shoot an arrow at himself?"

Toey: *very telling side-eye*

Q: You really think one flirty line will trigger his half braincell to understand what he didn't in the past however many years? ...go on, I wanna see how this turns out

Pun: *pikachu meme face*

Beer: Oh damn here goes another one, we must be nearing the last episode

Phum: ????

Peem: Don't say anything don't say anything DON'T SAY ANYTHING DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING SAY A SINGLE WORD- (internally: Idiots. They're idiots.)

Ah, I love the sibling energy here. Also, initially I was like nah you're more like Tan. But then I gave it some thought. And had a Realization: he really is the Fang in their relationship, and Q really is the Tan. (I do not have the brainpower to explain rn, but tell me if you want me too, I'll include it in Part 2.)

Phum can't wait. (And neither can Peem, because I didn't see ya denying anything, babe. Instead, you gave him the softest shoulder bump in the history of soft shoulder bumps and that bigass (smitten) smile.

Oh boy this scene.

Right before this, when Peem called Phum immediately after the last brushstroke, I was smiling so hard and giggling like yesss do boyfriend-y things with each other!

Him waiting on the porch: still big smile. Here comes Phum! Ooh are they gonna flirt in the car??

My smile started dimming as the seconds ticked by and no Phum appeared on screen.

Until I finally realized what was happening.

I almost stopped breathing.

And as the scene went on my heart broke a little more with every text and every call, and I was watching that mall scene again. Except it was much much worse this time.

So long story short, I was heartbroken for both of them. Especially when Peem showed up alone with the saddest lost-kitten face ever.

But, at this point I knew Phum must have had something really urgent/unaviodable to miss his meeting with Peem because 1. He really really loves that boy and 2. He was very much looking forward to doing this with Peem.

Unfortunately, I will have to end Part 1 here (please don't kill me), and I'm loathe to end on a sad note, but I promise the next part will be much happier. It will hopefully be posted a little later today.

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a pudding 🍮

My previous We Are posts.

#we are #we are series #we are the series #phumpeem #qtoey #tanfang #chainpun #watching bls: we are #let's talk bl #thai bl

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avicris918 · 1 year ago

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This came to me and I don't know where I want it to go. I had to post it somewhere, hopefully to get some feedback.

"You're right. Nobody will mourn me when I burn in, but that's because I've had nobody for the past 15 years. When I made the decision I did, I lost everyone. I kept a promise and in return I was left, again. Story of my life, right?"

Maverick shook his head, ridding himself of the voices starting to overtake his mind, and turned to leave the room.

Before walking out the door he stopped and said "you got everything you wanted, everyone you wanted, and yet you still hate me."

*****

Bradley was standing there, the anger still coursing through him, when Warlock came into the room.

"He's right, you know."

Rooster sighed and asked "about what?"

"For the past 15 years he's been alone. He made a decision that affected your life of course, but in doing so he effectively ruined his as well."

"How? He was still in the Navy. He was still an aviator. He still went all over the world. I was set back four years. I was stopped from doing what I'd always dreamed of doing. Yeah, I'm here now, but behind where I should be."

Warlock just stared at him, displeasure visible only to those who knew where to look for it.

"Of course, you got here. You got here with so many people backing you up. You got here with a handful of uncles willing to do anything for you. You got here with someone standing firmly in your corner, ready to fight any and all demons that came for you."

"What's your point, sir?" Frustration slipping into his voice.

"While you had all of them at your back, who did he have? The minute it became known what he had done everyone turned on him. Those who had been there through the worst of it, just left. Those who knew him better than anyone, knew he had serious abandonment issues, just turned their backs on him."

"That's not my problem."

"Of course it's not. You had people there for you; you had everyone. He's had no one in his corner for the past 15 years. Every accomplishment, every nightmare, every heartache. He's been alone. Every time he's been injured and in the hospital, he's been alone. Every near miss, he's been alone. All those times he should have had family in his corner, helping to show him there was more to his life than flying, that he was worth more than his injuries, he was alone."

Rooster didn't have anything to say.

"Every trip to the hospital he was asked if he had family or someone they could call for him, he said no. There was no one that needed to be bothered, no one would would care and come anyways. I think after his first hospital visit after everything, he just stopped trying."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

"Five weeks after everything he was hit by a drunk driver on base. I happened to be at the hospital when they brought him in and heard them ask for numbers to call someone for him. He said he'd call from his cellphone, which surprisingly enough has t been damaged." Warlock narrowed his eyes at Rooster and he instantly knew what was coming. "He tried calling a handful of numbers to call and no one answered. He sent a couple texts and the same thing happened. I called Ice, just to see if he was busy and he answered right away, asking if everything was good. Mav saw he picked up after two rings, and after that he just stopped."

"I…. didn't….but…..why…"

"Why what? Why did he call? Why didn't he keep calling? Why didn't I say anything?"

"He could have called anyone, any of them would have been there for him."

Warlock shook his head. "But they weren't. They weren't because they were so firmly on your side because of all of your hurt, they forgot he had no one on his side. Not one of them was there for him then and since, and he doesn't expect anyone to be there for him now."

Warlock turned to leave and before walking out the door levyed this final shot at the younger man.

"I've been his NOK and POA for 15 years. I've been there, and I know he appreciates it, but the ones he loved and would do anything for, where were they? He would give up his life for his friends, for his family, but where were they? He kept a promise. He did something he knew would tear up one relationship. He did it knowing that nothing would ever be the same. But to be cut off for your entire support system, at the whims and whines of a teenager whom he loved more than life itself, that was a blow. He never thought those who loved him and cared about him and knew him, would do what was done. But they did, because of you."

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 20 days ago

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🎃 Kinktober 2024: Boiling Point

Boiling Point: Ordered to deliver a letter to the man you loath the most in the entire Blue, you are grudgingly convinced to do so on the promise of wine. The following encounter is anything but simple.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Mihawk x AFAB!Reader

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Word Count: ~7.1k

"I refuse," you state in an unusual act of defiance, glaring at Garp for daring to give you such an order. You are standing in front of his desk as Bogard lurks behind him, giving the Vice Admiral a death glare at the mere suggestion that you are to see a letter to Dracule Mihawk, in person.

"Oh, he's really gotten you riled up this time, lass. What'd he do this time?” Garp inquires, not surprised by your immediate rebuke of the order.

You clench your fists, trying to steady your voice. "He’s insufferable, that’s what. Every interaction is a test of my lingering patience and I find that I wish I could wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle him."

Garp chuckles, leaning back in his chair. You and Mihawk have been butting heads since the moment you began working together. Like a cat and a hawk. Both predators unwilling to back down. "Mihawk does have a knack for getting under people's skin. But orders are orders."

You cross your arms and dig your heels in. "No, Vice Admiral. Send someone else. Anyone else."

Garp's grin widens, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "You know, I never pegged you for a quitter."

"I'm not quitting," you retort. "I'm just... reallocating my talents. I'm very good at my job, you know that."

Bogard shifts behind Garp, his expression still unreadable but you sense a flicker of amusement. The tension in the room crackles like a storm about to break.

Garp leans forward, his tone softening slightly. "Listen, Y/N, I know Mihawk's a pain, but you're the best we’ve got at handling him."

"Handling him? More like surviving him," you mutter under your breath.

"Surviving him," Garp repeats with a chuckle. "Exactly. And that's why this task falls to you."

You shake your head stubbornly. "I refuse, he's a shameless flirt that intentionally likes to ruin my day!"

Garp's eyes narrow slightly, though his grin remains. "Flirting? Mihawk? Didn't think he had it in him."

You groan, rubbing your temples. "It's not just flirting, Garp. It's like he's constantly trying to push my buttons, see how far he can go before I snap. It’s like he wants me to stab him!”

Garp leans back in his chair, a deep belly laugh rumbling from him. "You? Worked up over Mihawk's flirting? Now that's rich."

You scowl, crossing your arms tighter. "It's not funny, Garp."

"Oh, but it is," he says, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "You get so riled up. It’s entertaining to see someone finally able to get under your skin."

You glare at him, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "I'm glad my torment is amusing to you, sir."

Garp chuckles again before leaning forward, his expression turning more serious. "Look, Y/N, I understand he's difficult. But you're the best at managing him, even if he does get under your skin."

"I'm not going," you insist.

Garp raises an eyebrow, his grin returning but softer this time. "Did I mention the island Mihawk’s on is renowned for its local winery?"

You pause, narrowing your eyes. "Wine?"

He nods, the mischief back in his eyes. "Some of the finest in the world. I hear they have a selection that could rival any noble’s collection."

You hesitate, the thought of visiting such a place softening your resolve just a little. The allure of good wine and perhaps some time away from the usual chaos of Marine life does sound tempting.

"Think about it," Garp continues. "A chance to see something new, maybe enjoy a bit of luxury out of uniform. And you get to deliver that letter personally."

You chew on your bottom lip, weighing your options. The idea of good wine, civilian clothes, and a change of scenery tugs at.

"You’re using bribery now?" you mutter.

Garp shrugs nonchalantly. "Call it what you will, Commander. But it’s still an order." He leans back again, folding his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.

You sigh heavily, knowing he’s got you cornered. “Fine,” you say reluctantly. “I’ll go.”

Garp's grin widens triumphantly. "Good lass! And who knows? Maybe you'll find that Mihawk isn't all bad when he's got some fine wine in him."

You growl under your breath, snatching the letter from Garp’s desk with more force than necessary. The paper crinkles slightly in your grip, a small testament to your frustration. You turn on your heel and stomp toward the door, your boots striking the wooden floor with each angry step.

“Now don’t forget to pack some civilian clothes!” Garp calls after you, his voice laced with amusement. “Mihawk might appreciate seeing you out of that stiff uniform for once.”

You clench your jaw, refusing to dignify his comment with a response. You can hear his chuckles fading behind you as you make your way down the narrow hallway. Each step feels like a small rebellion against the absurdity of the situation.

As you reach the stairs leading below deck, Garp’s voice echoes once more. “And bring back some of that wine! I hear it pairs well with a good laugh.”

Your fists tighten around the letter, this time bending the edges. You mutter a string of curses under your breath, imagining all the ways you could make Mihawk pay for this unwelcome task.

Navigating the cramped quarters of the ship, you finally reach your cabin and slam the door shut behind you. The small space feels even more confining now, filled with an almost palpable sense of irritation. You toss the letter onto your desk and drop into the chair with a huff.

Staring at the letter for a moment, you let out a long sigh. The World Government’s seal glares up at you, a stark reminder of your duty despite personal grievances. Grabbing your quill and some parchment, you jot down a quick note about your impending departure and leave it on top of the stack of paperwork for someone else to handle in your absence.

With a final breath, you start packing civilian clothes, tossing in comfortable pants and shirts.

Then you hesitate, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of a dress hidden in the corner of your wardrobe. It’s a deep burgundy, simple yet elegant, with delicate embroidery along the hem. The color of the finest of red wines. You can’t remember the last time you wore something like this—something that wasn’t Marine-issued.

What the hell, you think, grabbing it and laying it gently in the trunk. If you're going to be stuck dealing with Mihawk, you might as well enjoy some of the local luxury Garp mentioned. You add another dress, a dark blue one with a flowing skirt, and corresponding heels for both outfits. The heels click softly as they settle into place next to the dresses.

As you pack, your mind drifts to Mihawk's voice over the den den mushi, that infuriatingly smooth tone that always seems to get under your skin. You wonder if he’ll have any snide comments about your civilian attire. Most likely, the man lives to aggravate you!

You shake off the thought and finish packing quickly, adding a few more essentials—a light jacket for cooler evenings, some basic toiletries, and a small pouch of personal items that make life on the ship more bearable.

Closing the trunk with a firm snap, you take one last look around your cabin. The stack of paperwork looms ominously on your desk, but it’s someone else’s problem now. You grab the letter from Garp and tuck it securely into an inner pocket of your coat.

With everything packed and ready, you take a deep breath and head back above deck. The salty sea breeze greets you as you step out into the sunlight, squinting against the glare bouncing off the water.

Garp is nowhere in sight, but Bogard gives you a nod as you pass by him on your way to the gangplank. He doesn't say anything; he never does unless necessary. But his presence is a silent reassurance that not everyone on this ship is out to drive you mad.

The island comes into view, a picturesque paradise with lush greenery and rolling vineyards stretching out as far as the eye can see. You step off the ship, the warm sun kissing your skin and a gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of grapes. It’s almost enough to make you forget why you’re here. Almost.

You make your way through the bustling port town, weaving between market stalls brimming with fresh produce and local crafts. The townspeople are friendly, offering warm smiles and cheerful greetings that only serve to deepen your frustration. How dare this place be so perfect when you’re here on business!

You arrive at the winery’s hotel, an elegant building nestled amidst the vineyards. The stone facade is covered in ivy, and colorful flowers bloom in window boxes, creating an inviting atmosphere that almost makes you wilt inside with longing for a moment of peace.

Stepping into the cool interior of the hotel lobby, you approach the front desk. The receptionist looks up with a polite smile. “Welcome to our winery’s hotel! Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes,” you reply, trying to keep your tone neutral despite your irritation. “It should be under Y/N, arranged by Vice Admiral Garp of the Marine's.”

The receptionist’s eyes light up with recognition. “Ah, yes! We’ve been expecting you, Commander.” She hands you a key with a delicate grapevine motif. “Your room is ready. We hope you enjoy your stay.”

You nod curtly and head toward the stairs, lugging your trunk behind you. The room is on the second floor, overlooking the sprawling vineyards. You unlock the door and step inside, taking in the cozy yet elegant decor—plush furnishings, soft lighting, and large windows that offer a breathtaking view of the island.

Dropping your trunk by the bed, you sit down and let out a sigh. Despite your bitter thoughts, you can’t help but feel a bit of your tension ease away in this tranquil setting.

You rise from the bed and walk over to the window to gaze out at the rows of grapevines swaying gently in the breeze. For a moment, you allow yourself to forget about Mihawk and your assignment, simply soaking in the beauty of this place.

Maybe, you think reluctantly, this won’t be so bad after all.

You slap your hand over your forehead and shake your head.

"No, no, Mihawk is sulking somewhere around here just waiting to ruin my day. Don't you dare relax until you hand over that blasted letter. Don't even change before you do so!"

You leave your hotel room, the crisp lines of your Marine uniform a stark contrast to the relaxed elegance of the hotel. The letter from Garp feels heavy in your inner pocket, a constant reminder of the task at hand. The soft murmur of guests enjoying their stay echoes through the hallways as you make your way down the stairs.

Outside, the late afternoon sun casts long shadows over the vineyard, and you can hear the distant hum of activity from the winery. Your boots crunch against the gravel path as you head towards a secluded area you spotted earlier—a terrace overlooking the vineyards, where you hope to find Mihawk.

As you approach, you see him. Dracule Mihawk lounges with an air of effortless grace, a glass of deep red wine cradled in his hand. He sits at a small wrought-iron table, his piercing eyes flicking up to meet yours as soon as you step onto the terrace.

“Well, well,” Mihawk drawls, taking a slow sip of his wine. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”

You stand there for a moment, taking in his relaxed posture and the way he seems completely at ease in this picturesque setting. The frustration that has been simmering within you threatens to boil over.

“Here to deliver another missive from our dear Vice Admiral?” he continues, one eyebrow arched in that infuriatingly smug way of his.

“Yes,” you say curtly, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the crumpled letter. You stride over and place it on the table in front of him, resisting the urge to slam it down.

Mihawk glances at the crumbled letter but makes no move to pick it up. Instead, he swirls his wine glass thoughtfully, watching the liquid catch the light.

You let out a noise in your throat, a mix between a growl and a sigh, and turn on your heel to leave. The frustration bubbling within you needs an outlet, and walking away seems the only viable option. Mihawk's chuckle follows you, low and amused, grating on your nerves.

"Leaving so soon? And here I thought you might join me for a drink," he calls after you, his voice dripping with mock sincerity.

You don't bother turning back. Your hand shoots up, middle finger raised in a universal gesture of defiance. His laughter grows louder, more genuine this time, as if he truly finds your anger entertaining.

"Always a pleasure, Y/N," he adds, the words floating through the air like an unwanted melody.

Your boots crunch against the gravel path as you stalk your way back to the hotel, each step punctuating your irritation. The warm sun that once felt inviting now seems oppressive, bearing down on you as if mocking your failed attempt to keep your composure.

Inside the cool interior of the hotel lobby, you head straight for your room. The door closes behind you with a satisfying click, shutting out the world and Mihawk’s infuriating presence. You lean against it for a moment, eyes closed, trying to regain your composure.

How does he always manage to get under my skin? You take a deep breath and push away from the door. The letter is delivered; your duty is done. Now all that's left is to endure this stay and hopefully find some small moments of peace amidst the chaos that Mihawk seems determined to bring into your life.

You move to the window again, staring out at the vineyards without really seeing them. The serene beauty of the landscape does little to soothe your frayed nerves. Instead, thoughts of Mihawk's smug expression and his irritatingly smooth voice swirl in your mind.

With another sigh, you decide that maybe some of that local wine Garp mentioned wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. It might not solve anything, but at least it could take the edge off. But first, you were getting out of this uniform.

You sit on a private and secluded patio in the vineyard, the warm evening sunset casting a golden glow over everything. The deep burgundy dress you chose flows around you, contrasting beautifully with the greenery and the grapes. You sip from a glass of wine, savoring the rich flavors that dance on your tongue. The taste is exquisite, a perfect blend of fruit and oak, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the experience.

The vineyard stretches out before you, rows of grapevines swaying gently in the breeze. It’s peaceful here, far removed from the chaos of Marine life and the constant annoyance that is Mihawk. You lean back in your chair, closing your eyes and letting the tranquility wash over you.

A soft clink of glass on wood pulls you from your reverie. You open your eyes to see another wine glass placed on the table beside yours. Your heart sinks as you realize who it belongs to even before looking up.

“Mihawk,” you mutter, barely keeping the annoyance out of your voice.

“Y/N,” he replies smoothly, taking a seat across from you. He lifts his own glass to his lips, eyes never leaving yours.

You bristle at his presence, every muscle in your body tensing up. “What are you doing here?”

“Enjoying the same fine wine and scenery as you, it seems,” he says with a smirk.

You take another sip of your wine, trying to ignore him and failing miserably. His presence is like a thorn in your side—impossible to ignore and just as irritating.

“This was supposed to be a moment of peace,” you say through gritted teeth.

Mihawk raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his hawk-like eyes. “And I’m disturbing that peace?”

“Always,” you snap back. "This is a private tasting."

Mihawk's eyes travel over you, ignoring your words and taking in the sight of you in the burgundy dress. The appreciation in his gaze is palpable, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks.

“Out of uniform, you almost look approachable,” he teases, his voice low and smooth. He leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

You take another sip of wine, trying to hide the effect his words have on you. “Don’t get used to it. This is a one-time thing.”

Mihawk chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Pity. It suits you.”

You can feel the tension between you and him growing with each passing moment, a heat that’s almost unbearable. You shift slightly in your seat, trying to focus on anything but the way Mihawk’s gaze seems to burn into you.

“Why are you really here?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous territory.

He swirls his wine glass, eyes still fixed on you. “Perhaps I wanted to see if the wine was as intoxicating as they say. Or perhaps I was curious about how well my presence could rattle you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but the heat in your body betrays your irritation. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” Mihawk says, leaning forward slightly, “you haven’t walked away.”

Your breath catches at the closeness between you. The table feels like an insignificant barrier against the magnetic pull drawing you together. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

“Maybe I’m just too tired to argue,” you retort weakly.

Mihawk smirks, sensing your inner turmoil. He reaches across the table and brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. Your skin tingles where his fingers grazed.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

The air between you feels charged, every glance and touch magnified by the tension simmering just below the surface. You find yourself leaning slightly closer without even realizing it, drawn in by an invisible force that seems impossible to resist.

Mihawk’s eyes darken with something unspoken as he watches you. His hand rests on the table now, fingers drumming lightly against the wood. The silence stretches out, heavy with possibilities and unspoken desires.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you break the silence with a shaky breath. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

“No,” Mihawk agrees softly, his gaze intense and unwavering. “But it does make things... interesting. You’re far more intriguing than any assignment I’ve ever been given.”

Your breath catches in your throat. The words, simple as they are, send a jolt through your body. You want to dismiss them, laugh them off as another one of his games, but the sincerity in his eyes roots you to the spot.

“You think flattery will get you anywhere?” you manage to say, though your voice wavers.

“Who said anything about flattery?” Mihawk's lips curl into a knowing smile. “I’m merely stating a fact.”

You swallow hard, feeling the tension coil tighter within you. Every fiber of your being screams at you to stand up and walk away, but your body betrays you by leaning in closer. His scent—woodsy with a hint of sea breeze—fills your senses, making it hard to think clearly.

Mihawk's hand moves closer to yours until his fingers brush against your skin. The touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine. “You could stay,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet. “We could share more than just this wine.”

The implication in his words sends a flood of heat through you. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest as you meet his gaze, finding it impossible to look away. You can see the challenge in his eyes, daring you to deny what’s simmering between you. Stop it Y/N!

You jerk to your feet, the chair scraping loudly against the stone patio. Flustered, words fail you. You aim to stride past Mihawk, desperate to escape the suffocating tension.

His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist with surprising gentleness yet unyielding strength. In one swift motion, he twirls you around, pulling you down so that you end up straddling his lap. Your heart races as your free hand instinctively land on his shoulders for balance.

“Let go,” you demand, your voice breathless and shaky.

Mihawk’s eyes lock onto yours, intense and unwavering. “Why? Afraid of what you might feel?”

The proximity is intoxicating. His scent—woodsy and tinged with sea salt—overwhelms your senses. His hand releases your wrist to rest lightly on your hips, fingers tracing idle patterns that send shivers up your spine.

“This isn’t—” you start to protest, but the words die in your throat as he leans in closer.

“Isn’t what?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “Right? Or something else?”

You want to push him away, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. But the heat of his body against yours and the magnetic pull of his gaze keep you rooted in place.

“I hate you,” you whisper, though even to your own ears it sounds unconvincing.

Mihawk’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Hate is a strong word for something so…complicated.”

His hands tighten slightly on your hips, preventing any escape. You are such a flighty thing at times. You feel every inch of him beneath you, a stark reminder of just how thin the line between enemies and something more can be.

Your pulse races, the proximity between you and Mihawk making it hard to think clearly. His hands burn through the thin fabric of your dress, his eyes searching yours for something you’re not sure you’re ready to give.

“Mihawk,” you say, your voice trembling but resolute. “We don’t like each other. We’re enemies.”

He chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through you. “Are we? Or is that just what we tell ourselves?”

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can form a response, Mihawk’s lips crash against yours with a fierce intensity. The kiss is demanding, filled with all the frustration and tension that’s been building between you. You feel his hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer as if he’s afraid you might slip away.

For a moment, you’re frozen, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. But then something within you snaps, and you find yourself kissing him back with equal fervor. Your hands move from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer as if to erase any distance between you.

The kiss is a battle of wills, neither of you willing to yield. It’s messy and desperate, a clash of tongues and teeth that leaves you both breathless. You can taste the wine on his lips, mingling with something uniquely Mihawk that makes your head spin.

Mihawk's lips repeatedly pushes against yours with a fierce intensity, his kisses demanding and filled with all the frustration and tension that's been building between you. You feel his hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer as if he's afraid you might slip away. His tongue invades your mouth, exploring and claiming territory, each movement sending shivers down your spine.

Your mind spins, the whirlwind of emotions and sensations almost too much to bear. His hands slide along your body, tracing the curves through the thin fabric of your dress. Every touch feels electric, igniting a fire within you that burns hotter with each passing second. You respond in kind, your fingers tugging at his hair, pulling him even closer.

Mihawk stands abruptly, lifting you effortlessly as if you weigh nothing at all. The sudden movement makes your heart skip a beat, but his hold is steady and sure. He clears the table with a sweep of his arm, the sound of empty wine glasses clattering to the ground and breaking barely registering in your hazy mind.

He sets you down on the table, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat of his body pressed against yours. His hands roam freely now, exploring every inch of you with an urgency that leaves you breathless. His mouth never leaves yours, kissing you deeply and hungrily as if trying to consume every part of you.

You arch against him, the sensations overwhelming. His hands find their way beneath your dress, fingers dancing along your thighs before moving higher. Every touch sends jolts of pleasure through you, making it hard to think or breathe.

The vineyard narrows down to just the two of you, lost in a sea of desire and need. The only sounds are your ragged breaths and the occasional clink of glass as something else falls from the table. Your senses are filled with him—his taste, his scent, the feel of his skin against yours.

Mihawk's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You tilt your head back, giving him better access as he continues his exploration. His hands grip your hips firmly as he presses closer, his body a solid wall of heat against yours.

You can feel every muscle in his body tensed with restraint, every movement controlled yet brimming with barely contained desire. It’s intoxicating and maddening all at once. He was so cruelly built.

And just when you think you can't take any more, Mihawk pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. The intensity in his gaze steals what little breath you have left.

“Mihawk, this is a bad idea,” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of desire and apprehension.

He smirks, his eyes dark and filled with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. “On the contrary,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet. “This is a magnificent idea.”

One of his hands slides beneath the skirt of your dress, pushing it up your thigh with a deliberate slowness that makes your heart race. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, each touch igniting a fire within you that’s impossible to ignore. You gasp as his hand continues its journey, exploring with a confidence that leaves you breathless.

“Magnificent?” you challenge, trying to regain some semblance of control. “Or reckless?”

Mihawk chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. “Why not both?”

His hand moves higher, slipping beneath the fabric and finding the heat between your legs. You arch against him involuntarily, a moan escaping your lips as his fingers brush against you. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re insufferable,” you gasp out, trying to cling to some semblance of defiance.

“And yet,” he replies smoothly, his fingers teasingly close but not quite where you need them most, “you can’t seem to get enough of me.”

You bite back a retort as his fingers finally find their mark, stroking your intimate flesh with an expertise that leaves you trembling. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, your body responding to his touch in ways that leave you breathless and wanting more.

“Mihawk,” you breathe out his name like a plea, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s both possessive and tender. “Say it again,” he demands softly.

You comply without hesitation, the word spilling from your lips in a mixture of need and surrender. “Mihawk.” His name is like the finest of wines on your tongue as your head drops back your eye lashes flutters. Your breaths come in short, sharp gasps, the sound mingling with the distant crash of waves against the shore.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice low and husky. You jerk in place and lock eyes with him, the hawk-like intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster. "I want to watch you fall apart."

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. Of course he wanted to see you crumble beneath him! His fingers slide inside you with aching ease, filling you completely and making you cry out in ecstasy. The sensation of his hand between your legs is almost too much to handle. You move against him instinctively, your hips matching the rhythm of his fingers as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"You're soaked," he murmurs appreciatively, his voice filled with dark amusement. "And all for me."

"Shut up," you gasp out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a proper retort. His fingers continue their relentless assault, stroking and thrusting with an intensity that leaves you trembling on the brink of release.

You can feel your orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure about to crash over you. Mihawk's fingers move faster, his thumb circling your clit with expert precision. The sensation is overwhelming, and with a final, shuddering cry, you fall apart beneath him.

You cling to him as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, your body shaking violently with the force of it. His fingers don't stop moving until the last of the tremors have subsided, leaving you panting and spent beneath him.

You’re still riding the high of your release when you reach up and snatch Mihawk's hat from his head, tossing it carelessly aside. A thrill runs through you at the sight of him, his usually stoic face now flushed with desire. With a determined grip, you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him roughly towards you. Your lips meet his in a fierce, demanding kiss, a clear display of the hunger still simmering beneath the surface.

Mihawk groans low in his throat as he yields to your dominance, his tongue meeting yours in a duel as intense as any sword fight. His hands hungrily roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a sense of reverence that sends shivers of delight down your spine.

As your kiss deepens, Mihawk fumbles with the fastenings of his pants, freeing his erect cock with a desperation that betrays his usually unflappable arogant demeanor. With a swift motion, Mihawk pulls you towards him, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. You gasp as he thrusts against you, his cock running through your folds, slick with your arousal. The sensation is exquisite, a tantalizing promise of what's to come.

Mihawk's hands grip your hips with bruising pressure as he begins to move, his cock sliding against you with an intoxicating rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating through your body, the friction building to an almost unbearable intensity. You can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, your body responding to his with a passion that leaves you breathless.

Mihawk's lips leave yours, trailing a path of fire down your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him better access as he continues his exploration. His teeth graze your skin, leaving behind a trail of bites and sucking bruises that mark you as his. The sensation of his mouth on your exposed cleavage is overwhelming, each deep, claiming mark sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your cunt.

You can feel Mihawk's cock finally pressing against your entrance, insistent and demanding, as he further ruts his hips against you. The anticipation is palpable, the air charged with a heady mix of desire and raw animalistic lust. His gaze meets yours, a burning fire blazing within this eyes.

"Do it," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me if you're so inclined."

With one swift motion, he thrusts forward, filling you completely. The sensation of his cock stretching and claiming your body sends a jolt of electricity through you, making you cry out in ecstasy. He doesn't waste any time, setting a punishing rhythm that leaves you gasping for breath. His thrusts are deep and powerful, each one driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Mihawk leans down, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, dominating kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting and claiming with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His hands roam over your body with possessive intent, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he holds you in place.

You feel his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your exposed cleavage, each sharp nip sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through your veins. He sucks hard on the tender flesh, leaving behind a constellation of deep and colorful marks that proudly proclaim you as his.

"Mihawk!" you cry out, your voice echoing off the stone walls of the patio. Your body arches against him as you meet each of his powerful thrusts with equal fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with your ragged breaths and Mihawk's low, guttural groans.

As your pleasure builds to an almost unbearable crescendo, your cunt clenches tightly around his cock. The sensation is too much for Mihawk to handle. With a snarl, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your breast, the sharp pain only heightening the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you.

The feeling of his teeth on your skin, coupled with the relentless pounding of his cock, sends you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. You cling to Mihawk as the waves of pleasure wash over you, your nails raking down his back as you ride out the storm.

Mihawk continues to thrust into you, his movements growing erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsating as he finds his own release. You can feel the hot rush of his seed filling you up, the sensation making you shudder with aftershocks of pleasure.

He collapses on top of you, both of you panting and slick with sweat. His bare chest is warm pressing down onto your heaving breasts. You can feel his heart pounding in rhythm with yours, the sound a testament to the intensity of what just transpired between you.

As your breathing begins to slow and your heart rate returns to normal, Mihawk lifts his head to gaze down at you. His eyes, dark with lust and something deeper, search yours for a long, silent moment.

"You're mine," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Say it."

“I am not!” you retort, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. The words hang in the air between you, a clear rejection of his possessive claim.

Mihawk’s eyes narrow, the smug satisfaction replaced by a flicker of surprise. He studies you for a moment, his gaze tracing the flush of your cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the glint of determination in your eyes. Your cunt slits flutters and clenches around his cock.

A slow smile spreads across his face, the surprise giving way to amusement. “Is that so?” he asks, his tone teasing as his hands come to rest on your hips.

You nod, your fingers tracing the contours of his chest. “I belong to no one, Mihawk. Not even you.”

His grip on your hips tightens, his thumbs stroking circles on your skin. “We’ll see about that,” he murmurs, the promise in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you can respond, Mihawk flips you onto your stomach, his cock sliding from your body with ease before you find your pinned to the table. A gasp of outrage emerges from your lips and Mihawk's mouth trail along the sensitive skin beneath your ear before nipping.

You feel the head of Mihawk's cock nudging against your entrance once more, a tantalizing promise of what's to come. His hand comes down on the small of your back, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, filling you with one swift motion. The sensation of being stretched and claimed by him all over again makes your nails rake against the table beneath you.

“Fuck,” you sob, your fingernails digging harder, painfully, into the table.

His breath is hot against your ear, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Deny it all you want, but your body doesn't lie," Mihawk taunts, his cock thrusting deep inside you with a punishing rhythm. "Every time I fill you, you clench around me like a vice. You're dripping for me, Commander."

You clench your teeth, your fingers scrabbling against the polished surface of the table as you try to push back, to regain some semblance of control. But Mihawk is relentless, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force, pushing you down, as he drives into you again and again.

"No," you gasp out, the word barely a whisper. "This... this doesn't mean anything."

Mihawk chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through you. "Your body says otherwise," he retorts, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, despite your determination to resist.

You can feel your resolve crumbling with each deep, claiming stroke. Your traitorous body responds to his touch, your cunt clenching around his cock as he fucks you harder, faster, deeper. The sound of your ragged breaths fills the air, mingling with the wet slap of skin on skin and the low, guttural growls that escape Mihawk's throat.

"You're mine," he asserts, his voice laced with raw, undeniable need. "Every part of you belongs to me."

"Damn you, Mihawk," you hiss, your fingers clawing at the table as you struggle to hold onto your defiance. But your body betrays you, your back arching to meet his thrusts, your cunt growing slicker with each passing moment.

Mihawk's hand snakes around your hip, his fingers finding your clit with unerring accuracy. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, each touch sending jolts of electricity shooting through you. Your orgasm builds within you, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep away all your resistance.

"Say it," Mihawk demands, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear. "Say you're mine."

You shake your head, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Never," you grind out, even as your cunt clenches tightly around his cock.

Mihawk's only response is to fuck you harder, his fingers working your clit with ruthless precision.

Mihawk's low, taunting voice fills your ears as he leans over you, his cock buried deep inside your cunt, thrust after thrust. "Look at how perfectly you clench around me," he murmurs, his hips grinding against your ass with each word. "Your body sings for me, craves my touch, my cock.”

You try to deny it, to push back against the waves of pleasure that threaten to drown you. "I... I don't..." But your words are cut off by a gasp as Mihawk's fingers push against your clit once more, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

"Don't lie to yourself, Commander," he chides, his voice laced with dark amusement. "Your body doesn't lie. It knows who it belongs to." His cock thrusts deep inside you, the friction igniting a fire that spreads through your veins like wildfire.

Your fingers turn to claws, the wood cool beneath your heated skin. "No," you manage to gasp out, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing. "I won't give in to you."

Mihawk's only response is a low chuckle that makes your cunt ripple and clench. "We'll see about that," he growls, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. Each thrust sends you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the effort of holding back the tide of pleasure that threatens to consume you.

"You're mine," Mihawk asserts, his voice harsh against your ear. "Every moan, every gasp, every shiver... they all belong to me." His hand comes down on your ass, the sharp sting of pain only heightening the pleasure that courses through you.

You can feel your resolve crumbling, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch. Your cunt clenches around his cock, your orgasm building within you like a storm on the horizon. "Mihawk, please," you beg, the words torn from your lips as you reach the point of no return.

"Say it," he demands, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Say you're mine."

But you refuse, your body shaking with the effort of denying him. "No,” you hiss, even as your cunt clenches tightly around his cock, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave.

Mihawk's only response is to fuck you harder, his fingers working your clit with ruthless precision as he drives you through the storm of your pleasure. Your screams echo off the stone walls, your body convulsing beneath him as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from you.

As the waves of your orgasm begin to subside, Mihawk pulls out of you, his cock glistening with your arousal and his seed. He flips you onto your back, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes down at your dazed face. "You can deny it all you want," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the flush of your cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest. "But we both know the truth."

You lie there, panting and spent, your body still trembling from the force of your release. Mihawk's words hang in the air between you, a stark reminder of the power he holds over you. But despite everything, you can't bring yourself to say the words he wants to hear.

Mihawk smirks down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "This isn't over," he promises, his voice low and husky. "Not by a long shot."

And with that, he reaches for you once more, his hands roaming over your body with possessive intent. You know you should resist, should push him away and reassert your independence. But as his fingers slip between your legs, all thoughts of resistance flee your mind and your eyes roll back.

Because despite your best efforts, you can't deny the truth. You are his, body and soul... and the thought fills you with desire and hatred. Fuck.

Date Published: 10/24/24

Last Edit: 10/24/24

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atlasscrumpit · 8 months ago

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F*ck me like you hate me

Miguel x Black Cat reader

(let's go for a cliche one for a change)

You loved this endless game of cat and mouse...literally.

You ran along the roof tops before you were tackled to the ground. You looked up at the spiderman and smirked.

"Come on, it was just a few jewels." You say reaching up and running your finger along his jawline.

"God, you piss me off." He growled as he felt down your sides and grabbed the bag of jewels.

"You know, we would be good together. Us two in bed... Imagine that tension, ever had hate sex?" You said with a smirk as he groaned and shook his head.

"¿Por qué no me pagan por esto?" He grumbled before getting up off you.

(why don't they pay me for this?)

You got up and looked at him before moving closer.

You ran one of your claws down his chest, watching him shiver.

"Why don't we just try it...hmm?" You whispered as he looked down at you before gripping your wrist.

"Enough, Cat. You're a weak criminal and I am a hero, I would never stoop so low." He growled as you stepped away and fake pouted.

"Aww... I'm so sad." You whispered before holding up the bag of jewels you just stole back from him.

You quickly jumped off the building and disappeared.

"Dammit!"

You got back to your apartment and secured the jewels into a safe before collapsing onto your bed.

You wouldn't ever admit it, but you had felt a little rejected.

You'd always had a thing for spiderman, always wondering what he looked like under the suit.

"Well, if you won't sleep with me I'm still going to fucking touch myself to you." You grumbled angrily as you unzipped your suit.

You walked through the streets of Nueva York, a coffee in your hand as you stared down at your phone.

Suddenly you ran straight into someone, spilling your drink all over him.

"Fuck!" You swore, you were really looking forward to that coffee.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!" You shouted as you looked up at the tall man, your cheeks blushing.

"Says the one who was on their phone." He grumbled as your eyes widened, you knew that voice.

"Oh, for fuck sakes." You growled as he raised an eyebrow before a look of shock came over his face.

"It's you, isn't it." He muttered as you put on a fake smile.

"No clue what you're talking about, sir. I've never seen you in my life." You said, with fake innocence before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an alleyway, pinning you to the wall.

"Were you stalking me? What's your goal here?" He growled as you looked at you with annoyance.

"My goal was to go get a coffee and go home but then you ruined that." You growled as he stared at you, panting softly.

"We will never mention this... Right now we aren't them, we aren't criminals or villains." He grumbled backing away from you.

He held out his hand as you smirked and shook it.

"I'm Miguel." He said as you nodded.

"Y/N." You replied, holding his hand for a little longer.

"Just... Two people, that bumped into each other." You muttered, walking closer to him.

He looked down at you, his stone cold face only making you want him more.

"God, you're annoying." He whispered before pushing you back and pinning you against the wall and kissing you passionately.

You moaned and jumped up, wrapped your legs around his waist as you both made out.

So much tension and hate coming out at once.

"I'm not fucking in an alleyway. Take me back to your place." You demanded as he chuckled dryly.

"So you can fucking rob me? We'll go to yours." He said as you narrowed your eyes.

"So you can arrest me?" You growled back as you looked into each other's eyes.

"Hotel?" You both said in unison before laughing and grabbing his hand, running down the street like two horny teenagers.

You laid in a hotel bed completely naked with broken furniture all around you.

"So... That just happened." You muttered as he gave palmed.

"Why did I do that..." He grumbled as you chuckled.

"Don't fucking lie, that was the best you've ever had." You said making him chuckle and shake his head.

"I hate you." He said before you straddled him and kissed him again.

"Show me how much you hate me then."

#Miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Miguel #Miguel x Reader #Black Cat reader #Tension

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chaifootsteps · 3 months ago

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In my ideal world, Baxter x Sir Pentious would have been endgame. I mean, i’m pretty sure they are canonically, or at least originally meant to be, ex creative partners, and we all know what THAT means.

They were two of Hell’s most brilliant inventors, but they could never quite manage to make it big. They worked behind the scenes, making a living by providing weapons, elixirs, and the like to big gangs and overlords. They were also both secretly in love with the other, but never voiced their feelings, Pen because his deep seated insecurities and low self-worth made him believe it was impossible for anyone to love him, and Baxter because he didn’t know how to deal with or process his emotions, and didn’t want “matters of the heart” to get in the way of his work.

Baxter never cared much about fame or notoriety, in fact he much preferred to fly under the radar. Pen however was always desperate to find his place in the world, somewhere he could belong and have his achievements appreciated. Overtime he became bitter, and started insisting that he and Baxter should use their inventions to get themselves power and notoriety. This created a rift between them that eventually led to them going their separate ways, and eventually becoming rivals.

Baxter ends up staying at the hotel, which of course causes issues when he finds out Pen is there too. They of course start fighting constantly, and trying to one-up each other. But of course they can’t help but admire each other’s work, and keep end up getting along by accident.

After a while, they form a begrudging friendship, which progresses as the show goes on. This culminates when one late night, Pen drunkenly admits he always held a candle for Baxter, but never had the confidence to tell him. After hearing this, Baxter becomes withdrawn and nervous around Pen, fighting with his inner turmoil and the feeling he doesn’t want to face.

Pen of course assumes he has offended Baxter and ruined their friendship once again. He feaks out, and ends up leaving the hotel without telling anyone, causing Charlie and the others to panic because they actually give a shit about him in this version.

Baxter tracks him down, finding him in their old shared lab/house, now abandoned and run down. The two of them have an honest conversation, in which Pen admits that his fear of being an outcast and his desire for love and acceptance has caused him to sabotage the relationships in his life (and death i guess) that actually mattered, but that the time he’s spent with Baxter and the others in the hotel has helped him to value the place in the world he does have? instead of the one he wants.

In turn, Baxter confides in Pen how his experience as an outcast has lead him to become jaded and closed off, and gave him the mindset that trusting or caring about anyone will only ever be detrimental to him. He also admits that his time in the hotel, especially his relationship with Pen, has challenged that worldview, and finally tells Pen that he has feelings for him.

Sorry if this is too cringe or fanfictiony, Idk man, I just have a soft spot for men with emotional issues and mad scientists.

I just want them to be autistic4autistic evil husbands 😭

No, not the slightest bit too cringe or fanfictiony! Hell, you want to talk cringe, my Sir Pentious OTP will always be Pentious/my late Hazbin OC, which is why I never liked Pen/Baxter back in the day.

But lately, it's been growing on me. Pentious shipped with anyone who didn't stand idly by while he was sexually assaulted is fine by me.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #actual blog post

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daenysthedreamer101 · 9 months ago

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TVD S5 EP11&12 (mostly a rant about Tyler and Caroline)

I'm not even gonna talk about the first 10 episodes, Silas was annoying AF I'm glad he's dead. Also, Katherine as a human was hilarious.

Tyler deserved better. I said it. I never really understood the Tyler hate. Like, yeah he was a douche in S1 but if we're judging him by his S1 personality shouldn't we all hate Caroline by that logic? Cause she was kind of a bitch in S1.

Caroline sleeping with Klaus...yeah no I don't even know what to say. I knew it was coming, just didn't know when. It was dumb and just didn't really make any sense to me. I was never really on board with them, to begin with.

Why did Klaus come back to MF in the first place? To see Katherine dying? Anyways... It always felt to me like Klaus was being really pushy and trying to flirt with Care when she was obviously not into it (she seemed pretty content and happy with Tyler)

Like sir, you have a whole ass baby on the way (idk what happened with that storyline cause the Mikaelsons went to New Orleans and I'm not watching TO rn) and you're here in MF trying to hook up with a girl who repeatedly told you she wasn't interested. Dare i say, you look kind of pathetic.

Tyler my boy, you deserve better, you really do. And then, when he hears Care talking to a Katherine-possessed Elena about Klaus he is obviously heartbroken.

Look, Care, I like you, I really do, but I can't defend you on this one. It's preposterous to me that she's the one acting all shocked when Tyler gets upset. Like, you slept with the man who ruined his life, who killed your best friend's aunt (RIP Jenna you will always be missed), and oh, killed his mother! (RIP Carol you were innocent)

Also, this might just be me, but did everyone forget that Klaus was gonna kill Care in the sacrifice ritual thing back in S2? Maybe I'm just really bad at letting things go but I would never get over that? Like I would never want to be friends let alone anything more with a person who brought so much suffering to me and my friends.

You almost died because of him, twice! Damn it Caroline, where are your morals!?

Call it a moment of weakness I guess, but still, it was hella stupid. And then Stefan defends Caroline? Like no don't defend her she did a stupid thing!

Tyler is my guy and I like him. I understand not liking his character but you cannot seriously say that he was in the wrong in this situation. He had every right to be upset. And Caroline was stupid for what she did. Maybe it's because Klaus said "You'll never see me again" so she thought "fuck it, I might as well since he'll be gone for good" but still dumb af

The show has been off the rails since S4 it can only be worse from here lol

#rant post #tyler lockwood #you deserve better #i am so sorry #anti klaroline #anti klaus mikaelson #anti caroline forbes #tvd season 5 #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #tvdu #tvd universe #tvd #forwood #katherine pierce #elena gilbert #tyler lockwood defense squad #i needed to get this out of my system #mystic falls

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respectthepetty · 11 months ago

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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 6

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.

I found out Charlie and Way's superpowers last week from the tags on my post, so let's pray those blue gloves Babe just gave Charlie stop him from -redacted- and lying.

Wait a minute! I thought that was a flashback. Barbara is racing too?! Now, I'm confused about the plot because I thought the team needed to fill Babe's spot, but . . . they need a third racer? Is this you rethinking the plot, Barbara? Or did your special superpowers heal you already and you're thinking about letting Charlie win? But you didn't have superpowers last week. What is happening?

Dean, I know you are going to screw everyone over because you now have to race Charles AND Barbara, but you are already sitting in the red. Damn, sir. No need to spoil the plot development.

Babe won, so what was with all those *looks* from him? And I want to hate Way, but he is the only one who is feeling like me as Charlie's RED IS EXPOSED! Dean, go ruin everyone's life. You have my permission.

Alan, you have tattoos, and you are the only man I trust in life and love, so I'm gonna ignore these red gloves. Not every show can be Wandee Goodday and get color-coded boxing gloves.

Charles wore Babe's black in episode three after sleeping with Babe, then Babe got the picture of Charles getting into the red car. I want to trust Charles and this color exchange, BUT HE IS LYING!

I wish the cards could have stayed in Thai. I did not need to know Alan was apologizing to Jeffrey as he sits there in blue, with that red bag and red smoothie (it's pink, but I'm seeing red, dang it!). Don't throw out those cards, Alan. Jeffrey is gonna need them when he has to apologize for LYING all this time!

CHARLES AND THAT DAMN RED!

Barbie. Stuck between the blue and red. He deserves better.

You know what makes a sky look purple like that? Blue and red. Which is really odd, SINCE BOTH OF YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BLUE, CHARLES!

It's turning pink! STOP HURTING MY FEELINGS!

No. Putting Barbie in glasses will not make up for the pain I just suffered.

To go from that locker room scene to Waymond looking so sad only for PETER TO BE WATCHING HIM IN THE PINK TOO! I knew they were gonna be an item, but Peter, my man, have you loved Waymond for a while?! Did you know him before you shook his hand and that's why you hesitated? Patricia, I have questions!

Yellow is my favorite color, but, Sonic, why can't you wear blue? I know you like North. You are protecting him right now. But just wear more blue beyond that small stripe on your shirt, so I can trust you!

Jeffrey is back in the red, Alan. Get out now or he'll take you "home" aka Big Red's house that he doesn't know how to get to without the GPS because it's hard for liars to keep track of all their lies.

I won't be crazy and mention the red house showing through the window behind Charles. No. Never.

What do you see, Jeffrey?! That your roommate is gonna break Barbie's heart?!

My God, this episode is laying it on thick with Charles constantly in the red. I get it! He is lying! I KNOW!

Waymond just had to remind me his ass is red too. You're lucky Peter has been in love with you for a minute apparently because I like Peter. But you, sir, are on thin ice.

Did Charles post that picture?! (Sonic, wear blue damnit!)

Barbara, you're fucked up. It's clear that Waymond loves you, and you pull stunts like this. Rude. Selfish. Let the boy brood in peace. You make me feel bad for him, and I don't want to feel bad for him because I know his superpower now, and he keeps trying to touch you.

Every now and then, the show must remind me that Barbara was originally red.

Are you conflicted, Waymond? Because this purple is telling tales that you are in-between the two. Where do you stand, Waynette? Blue or red? TELL ME RIGHT NOW!

Wait a minute!

Before he was a Slut for Christ, Barbara gave you the steering wheel necklace?!

Fuck! Waymond, no! Turn away from the red, bruv! DON'T GO FULL DARK SIDE!

PETER LOVES YOU!

But eff Charles!

Jeffrey has red on again. Someone is dead under that car, so since he is talking to Charles and there are only two drivers now (is Babe still driving or no?), I'm hoping he saw Charles dead and not Waymond. Can I get a Christmas miracle?!

KIMBERLY, MY BELOVED! Please go collect your husband, Kenta, and fuck Big Red up!

In short,

I'm conflicted about Waymond.

I want to know how long Peter has loved Waymond.

I need more of the Kardashians, Kimberly and Kenta.

I still hate Charles because the show is constantly telling me he is red.

I'm happy there was no Whiny Winifred.

I'm okay if Dean messes up everyone's day.

I need Jeffrey to grovel to Alan when his time comes.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #Be blue Waymond #or be pink in love with Peter #BUT DON'T GO FULL RED!#episode 6

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snowblossomreads · 7 months ago

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All Because of A Hat

Summary: [Y/n] attempts to sew a hat for her husband Elliott and finds that it isn't as simple as she would hope

A/N: LOLOL AND IN A FIC THAT WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE HERE WE ARE. This is dedicated to my bestie the lovely and wonderful @smilingformoney and is based on the happy ending AU for The Eternal Summer (right here!) I hope this will make you feel better :) and I hope you know how much I love you to have banged out a fic this quickly (A day and a half innit?)

It had been almost a year since Elliott had first laid eyes on [Y/n] before he made plans to marry her and whisk her back to Australia with him. Only if she would have him course! She had already been forced to do so many things in her life unfit for such a sweet woman, and he for one, would make sure she would only do what she wanted from now on.

Luckily for him, she was more than willing to go along with the crazy idea as she had fallen head over heels for the gun slinging pastoralist. Funnily enough, he had only come to make sure that she wouldn't end up homeless after her husband, his cousin, William passed away.

To say getting acclimated to the weather in Australia was difficult was an understatement, but she had managed, and managed well. Learning how to sew more lighter dresses and skirts so that she could keep the sand away, but also ward against sun poisoning. Something she had gotten familiar with once, and did not fancy experiencing again.

Bonnets were also a must in that department, and she had become quite skilled in making those as she would also make some of the ladies that would come to the station. But there was one thing she hadn't tried yet surprisingly enough, and with their anniversary on the horizon, she wanted to try her hand at it.

"Excuse me sir?" [Y/n] called out as she went up to the shop keeper of the local tanning store.

Elliott and she had made a trip into town with the others for more provisions, and she had asked to come within the guise of getting more things for her sewing project. It wasn't really a lie, as this was for a sewing project, but she didn't want to let him know what she was up to.

He had a keen sense for when she was up to something, because not only was he a sharp shooter, but he had a sharp mind as well, and sneaking anything under his nose was almost impossible. Thankfully though, he didn't ask too much, only saying that he was coming with just in case he needed to protect her from wild dingoes or the stray kangaroo.

"Would you happen to have material suitable for hat making? I was wanting to try my hand making some and thought this a good place to start for some materials."

The shop keeper, an old plump and friendly looking man with a large mustache, beamed brightly at her before starting,"Well hello there if it isn't Mrs.Marston!" His voice booming, but kind as he addressed her. "Why I think we just had a batch of leather finish tanning. Though you know, the shops over here sell some fine hats as well, why don't you also check on them?"

"Oh well thank you for the suggestion, but you see, this one is to be a gift for my husband. And I wanted to make it special," she smiled, already thinking about Elliott's reaction when she gave it to him.

"Of course of course, any particular color you looking for?"

Taking a moment, she thought about the dark blonde of his hair, and the hazel eyes of her Elliott along with what color would probably keep him cool before coming to an answer.

"Would you happen to have something in maybe a brown? Maybe a lighter shade?"

"I can certainly take a look! Give me one moment!"

Hobbling off to the back of the shop and leaving her to wait for him, it only took a few minutes before the man returned with three beautiful pieces of leather. Each no doubt could make a fine hat for her husband, but if she bought too much, he be on to her and probably figure out what she was doing. And that would absolutely ruin the surprise.

"Now this tan one right here, we just got in from Sydney and it's been quite popular for some of the hat makers out there I've heard," the man explained. "This natural sand looking one is a little different but if different is what you're looking for I think it go a long way! But," pushing the others aside and placing the third one in front he continued, "this one I think has a nice balance of color. It's a bit costly now but it'll make for a great hat! It will also go with just about anything I think!"

Eyes jumping from each of the samples he showed her, she quickly thought about how each color would look on Elliott and what other color hats he had. He didn't really have many others truth be told, and they were all a shade of black or gray. A little color wouldn't hurt, would it? Making her mind up she pointed to the last one.

"I think the hazelnut one will be just lovely! Could I get about one yard of it if you have that much to spare?" She asked as she began to rummage in her purse for payment.

"Of course! I'll get that for you right away."

Cleaning off the counter of the samples, the owner cut the fabric for [Y/n] who promptly paid for it and thanked him as he wished her the best in her hat making adventure.

Hiding the fabric was a bit harder than acquiring it, as it was difficult to try and shove it somewhere where it wouldn't be seen, considering how bulky it was. So while making sure no one was looking, she quickly scrambled to the wagon, and hid it under some crates that were full of supplies they had been bought. Once she was sure no one would snoop under it, she rejoined Elliott who was at the general goods store.

"Elliott!" She called enthusiastically once she spotted him.

Her voice had him turning to meet her bright smile as she approached, and he couldn't help the smile that grew on his face as she found herself beside him.

"There's my little kola bear," he teased giving her a brief kiss on the lips before he hugged her close. "Find everything you needed?"

"I did!" She beamed, looking up at him with eyes of adoration that made him mush. "There was a wonderful sale on some of the fabrics that I use to patch the boys' clothes up," she explained, as Elliott wrapped his arm around her waist and led them around to the other side of the aisle. "You know with how many of them there are, I might need to teach them how to sew one day."

That got a healthy chuckle out of him.

"Teach them how to sew? Ha! You may be a natural with a gun sweetheart, but I don't think any of my boys will be any good with a needle. Hardly any good with a gun sometimes!"

"Even if they aren't, that's okay, you don't have to be the best sharpshooter in Australia to be any good at sewing," she teased, garnering a smirk from him. "Patience is all you need, and I think I have plenty of that. Wouldn't you say so?"

"To deal with me? I say you have the patience of a saint."

Well, that wasn't very true now as she felt the sharp point of the needle prick her finger for the tenth time. This time it drawing blood from the poor abused digit, and drawing a sharp painful cry of,

"Ouch!!" From her lips, as she dropped the brim of the hat, causing the crown to fall right off of it as the whole thing tumbled on the ground.

To say she had been struggling all day to get the brim attached to the crown was an understatement. She had first started by making little holes in the brim and crown so that they would line up and she could sew the thread into them to connect the two pieces.

With how thick the material was, she had to use a bigger needle to pierce the fabric, and even still, it was a nightmare to get the string in because she didn't want the guiding holes to be too large. That had taken up multiple hours, and ended up with her poking herself a couple of times, as her thimble decided to fall off at the worst times.

"Bloody stupid hat!" She hissed, in an attempt to calm the raging amount of emotions that swirled in her chest. Most of them being disappointment, as she swiped at her face to keep from crying. "Why did I ever think this was a good idea? Of course the first one is bound to turn out terrible but my lord this is ridiculous! I-."

The sound of heavy footsteps caused her to stop mid rant as she waited for them to pass by, not wanting anyone to know about her secret project, lest they tell Elliott. It came closer, and closer, until it stopped right in front of the door, and a puzzled look found its way onto her face.

"[Y/n]? Are you alright in there?" The unmistakable worried voice of her husband drifted into the room from behind the door, and her heart leaped in her chest at the sound. "Heard you shouting and I came hurrying to make sure you were alright. Can I come in?"

Scrambling to hide the hat in making, even though it looked nothing like a hat at the moment, she had just shoved the bits beneath some fabric scraps she had been using to patch up some clothes before the door cracked open, and Elliott peeked his head inside.

"Yes, I'm okay! Come in!" She panted, as she dabbed her forehead, which had become damp with sweat from her rushed movements. "My thimble fell loose when I was trying to finish something and it pricked me a bit. Gave me a bit of a surprise," she explained as the door opened fully to reveal Elliott, who strode in with a look of concern etched on his features.

The little crease between his forehead deepened when she had said that she hurt herself, and she could have sworn he quickened his pace across the room to her.

"Here let me take a look at that," he said, as he took her hand to examine the wound with great care. "Now I told you I would shoot anyone who ever tried to hurt you but." Taking the hurt digit to his lips, Elliott kissed the wounded finger, his mustache brushing against her, and making her laugh at how he tickled her.

"What is a man supposed to do when you go and hurt yourself?"

A delighted giggle left her lips again as he kissed the injured digit once more, before he made his way to her lips to give it a quick peck.

"Maybe you could help me find some gauze or something to wrap it up," she suggested playfully. "And probably some cream for it as well?"

"I think that's a mighty fine idea. Now you stay right here, I have something just for that little scratch," he said, before he let her hand go and hurried out of the room.

It only took a few short moments for him to return. A triumphant smirk on his face as he strode towards her, chest puffed out looking mighty pleased with himself. Quite the stance for someone just looking for some fabric and cream.

"Here it is!" He announced proudly as he showed her the little jar and gauze he had procured.

The latter she recognized, of course, the first, not so much. It looked like some face cream the ladies at the general store would sell or some sun cream. However, this didn't seem to be any of that at all. Or well she hoped not as it wouldn't do much for her cut.

"What is it?" She asked curiously as she watched him place the fabric on the table before he opened the jar.

"Oh nothing special, just something I made for myself. Noticed a while back that all this heat and working with the livestock had my hands blistering something fierce," he explained as he scooped a bit of the substance out of the jar. "And decided to whip something up, here let me see that darling."

Allowing him to take her hand back in his again, he gently blotted her injury with the cream causing her to sigh at the nice cooling sensation of it.

"Feels a lot better doesn't it?" He asked, as he continued to massage the substance into her skin causing her to sigh in relief. Not only from the ebbing of the pain but how nice it felt to have his fingers massaging her hand that she hadn't realized had been aching. "Heard from the doctors that it's good to keep the wounds moist while they heal. Keep the dirt out and makes 'em mend faster."

"Mmm and you made this all by yourself?" She asked dreamily, enjoying watching his larger hand engulf her smaller ones as he worked the cream into her skin.

"I sure did, some honey, a bit of water, and some oils and that's really all," he said as he let go of her hand, causing her to let out a disappointed sigh. "Here let's get this gauze wrapped around it as well."

Closing the jar up and setting it aside, he grabbed the fabric he had sat on the table and wrapped her finger with the soft cotton. He made sure to wrap it just so that it wasn't too tight and that she could continue to work without any hindrance. A tailor's tool was their hands of course.

"Wow! Not only is my husband the greatest sharpshooter in all of Australia, but he can make jellies and creams as well," she praised as she took a look at the bandaged finger and wiggled it to make sure it wasn't too tight. "What other secrets are you hiding under that hat of yours, Mr.Marston?"

"What other than those two?" He started with a tip of his hat and a grin. "Well other than those two, I guess it would be how if I had to choose between being the best sharpshooter in Australia and being your husband. I would pick you every single time."

Her cheeks flushed at his comment, and her head fell to hide her bashfulness at his statement and Elliott couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she was.

"I said secrets, not something everyone in Australia knows," she laughed as she gently swatted his chest causing him to join in on the laughter. "For the record, I would choose you every time as well," she admitted as she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him as a warm smile greeted her. "Thank you very much for taking care of my finger darling. You did very well and I'm sure it will heal up just nicely with that secret cream of yours."

"Of course, it's my responsibility to make sure my sweet kola is safe. Furthermore." A roguish smirk appeared on his lips as he leaned down and bumped her nose with his. "I wouldn't want any other man to put his cream on you, that's solely my job."

Pulling away quickly from him, he chuckled seeing her slack jaw, and wide eyes at the little innuendo he had let slip.

"Elliott!" She shouted, about to reprimand him but was shut down completely as he took the chance to pepper her face and neck with playful kisses.

Her shoulders shook with laughter at how his mustache tickled her, and she wiggled in his hold, only for him to hold her tighter as he rubbed his mustache over her face as he kissed her. By the time he had finished, they were both a laughing mess, and she had somehow knocked his hat over during the whole ordeal.

Untangling their arms from one another, [Y/n] picked up the hat, dusting off invisible dirt from it before offering back up to her husband. Who graciously accepted it with a thank you.

"Now as much as I enjoyed that, don't you have some work to be doing out there? If you're not careful, the boys will come looking for you."

"Let them come looking, all they'll see is a man loving his on his wife," he announced proudly causing her to once again feel a bit flushed. "I would say that they could handle things fine without me, but lord knows that would be a lie."

"Oh they aren't that bad El. Coogan's really quite brilliant with the sheep you know. They follow him around like he's their pa! It's really quite a sight actually," she giggled to herself as she remembered how the fuzzy animal would immediately gather around the tall man when he went to tend to them.

"Even so, they have a lot to learn those boys and it is my job to teach them. Even if some of them need a more heavy handed approach."

"Still, do not be too hard on them, some of them are only still boys," she spoke gently as she went to straighten his vest and smile at him causing him to soften. "I'll be here if you need me my love, working away as usual."

Not one to argue with [Y/n], he acquiesced with a nod.

"Hopefully with no more injuries? Though I don't mind coming back in to rub some cream on you and bandage you up."

"I will endeavor to make sure I stay injury free as long as possible." She laughed, shaking her head at his antics.

Grinning at her, he leaned down to give her one last kiss. This one, more passionate than the others as he let out a little groan when he felt her hands reach for the nape of his neck. Sighing against his lips when he pulled away, [Y/n] leaned up and gave him one more kiss before he was back off to tend to his men and whatever else he had been up to.

Watching him retreat, she cupped her cheeks with both hands, before scrunching her shoulders together and wiggling. God did she love him. He was everything to her, and she be remiss to let something as small as being pricked by needles stop her from finishing his hat.

She had been pricked a many of times as an apprentice and many times afterward! But never did she stop, even if it was out of necessity at times. Still though, she was going to get this hat finished one way or another. And it was going to be brilliant just like her husband who deserved it!

With a renewed spirit and a bandaged finger, she went back and unearthed the pieces of the hat she had been working on. Determined to finish it as soon as possible.

"Elliott are you busy at the moment," [Y/n] asked as she peeked her head into his office where he was sitting at the desk.

A pipe in one hand and his head lowered as he reviewed some ledgers that were spread out across the surface, he seemed deep in thought. Though at the sound of her voice, his head popped up and when he saw her, a smile grew on his face.

"Never too busy for you my little kola," he responded, going to put out his pipe, as she had once pointed out how the smell of tobacco made her feel unwell. "What do I owe this lovely surprise from my equally lovely wife to?"

"Oh stop it," she giggled as walked in, her hands behind her back as she hid the wrapped gift from sight. "I think I'm more of a distraction than anything."

His burrows furrowed together at that, and a little frown appeared on his lips. "Of course you're not! And even if you were a distraction, you're an absolutely beautiful one, I be an absolute idiot to complain," he huffed as he stood up from behind the desk and stretched his limbs that had begun to ache just before she had come.

Watching how the white button up he donned lifted and showed a bit of his stomach, and the sparse hair around his tummy, [Y/n] couldn't help but bite her bottom lip. God just the slight show of his skin had her warm in more places than one and it drove her crazy. But no no! She had a mission, and she wasn't going to get distracted because of how handsome he was. Granted that truly wasn't up to her.

"Now tell me sweetheart what do I owe the pleasure of you gracing me with your wondrous presence," he teased coming out from around his desk to stand in front of her. Though not without first giving her an affectionate kiss on the forehead that she accepted happily.

"And what's that you got hiding behind your back?" He inquired as he peered around her, trying to see what she was holding, only for her to turn in the opposite direction so he couldn't see it.

"Oh well it's just…" Her words trailed off as she averted her eyes from his gaze feigning interest in the dust on the wooden floorboards.

His gaze was so intense yet so gentle as it stayed on her, making her feel safe and loved which was all she had ever wanted in life. It warmed her heart, yet made her even more nervous about the gift which wasn't quite perfect, but she hoped he would love it still, as she had put all her love into it.

"[Y/n]?"

"I don't know if you recall, but it was around this time when you came to London and swept me away from that place that only held memories of hurt and misery," she started, meeting his soft gaze that was squarely focused on her as he listened. "And being with you, being married to you, it's been absolutely wonderful! You've shown me so many things. Things I never thought I would be able to see in my life. A-and I just wanted to make you something so that I could show you how much I love you because you always show me how much you do. It's something you could use every day so that even if you're away in town or something a bit of me will be with you."

Pausing, in her little speech, as her fingers played nervously with the item, still unsure about it, she took a deep breath to steel her nerves.

"So I made you this," she finished as she presented the carefully wrapped hat to Elliott whose eyes lit up with surprise at the sudden gift. "It's not much, and by no means is it perfect but I still hope you'll find some use for it."

Eyes flicking up from the sudden gift to her face and back down again, Elliott took the package from her with such care, that you would have thought he had never received a gift before with the way he held it. Still in shock from the surprise, he looked at [Y/n] with a dumbfounded expression.

"For me?" He asked.

She had to keep the laughter that was bubbling in her throat at the disbelief on his face. It wasn't as if this was the first time she had given him something. On the contrary, she had made him some handkerchiefs before with his initials embroidered in them. A bit of a nightmare those things were but they didn't compare to the sweat and literal blood she put into the hat.

"Of course for you my love! Who else would it be for? Go on open it or I think the anticipation may kill me before then."

Still a bit unsure about it, he did as she asked him, as his curiosity was already getting ahead of him. With

"Well I'll be," he murmured once he undid the wrapping. Admiring the hat with awe and looking at the fine detail of it as she continued her little rambles.

"I wanted to make you something useful." She replied shyly as she watched him stroke the brim of the hat, before turning it down to look at the inside of it. Oh how she loved the way he would always take interest in the things she made, another reason she wanted it to be perfect for him."I noticed that you only have black or gray hats, and I think they are all lovely, but I wanted you to have something different. Light colors help keep a person cooler and you're always working so hard outside."

"My god [Y/n] this is beautiful! Don't tell me this is the first one you've ever made because it's damn near perfect!"

Blushing at the unexpected praise, knowing this was not her best work she nodded her head yes, "it is, and it's not really that great, I think the crown may be a bit out of line if you look real close. I-I can make you another one to it's just-."

Whatever else she was going to say was swiftly cut off when she felt his arms wrap around her before he picked her up and kissed her. Her arms found their way around his neck to steady herself, and she could only moan in delight as he devoured her lips with a passion that she hadn't expected. All because of a hat.

But it was more than that of course.

"El," [Y/n] sighed breathlessly as he kissed her over and over as she stroked his cheek before tangling her fingers into his hair.

"You drive me wild do you know that," he groaned out as he pulled away from her, his cheeks flushed and his eyes alight.

"As if the Outback hasn't driven you that way already," she teased kissing his nose and shyly smiling as his sonorous chuckle tickled her ears pleasantly.

Letting her go, Elliott placed the hat on his head and secured it with the cord that hung from it while she straightened her dress as it was all ruffled up.

"How do I look?" He asked, which caused her to look up, and be captivated at the sight of him wearing something she had painstakingly put so much effort into.

"Devilishly handsome," she announced, once she was able to get over her awe. But not before she clapped her hands and pressed them against her lips, admiring how the color of his hair and eyes paired well with the hazelnut color of the hat. "Maybe you could model hats for me if I decided to make more?"

"A gentleman would never say no to a request like that from his wife," he said tipping the hat towards her and causing her to laugh. "But only on one condition."

"And what's that?"

"That I get a new hat every once in a while from you of course."

Even though she knew she would never say no to him, she placed her finger on her chin as if she was thinking. Only a moment passed before she snapped her digits together and held her hand out to him, signaling him that she would shake on it.

"You have yourself a deal Mr.Cowboy!"

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he took her hand and shook on the deal. But once done he didn't let go, only to have [Y/n] squeal in delight as he once again pulled her close to him and laid his chin atop her head.

Slowly they rocked side to side, enjoying each other's company, while the sounds of the Outback began to increase in volume as dusk began to set itself up in the sky.

"Lovely you know," he muttered, burying his face into her hair, inhaling the scent that was distinctly hers which comforted him in a way nothing else could.

"Hmm? The hat?" She guessed, not really thinking about anything else as she basked in his arms and his presence.

"Yes the hat is very lovely. But," he paused, as he pulled away from her just to be able to look at her. "I mean you sweetheart. There's nothing else on this earth that could compare to how sweet and lovely you are [Y/n]. Nothing that could shine as bright as you either, you know that."

"Oh El stop it," she said going to swat his chest with a sheepish look. "It's not nice to tease a lady you know."

It was infuriating how shy he could make her feel. Even with them having been husband and wife for a year already, she was still not acclimated to how freely he complimented her. All of it was full of sincerity and love that had been so scarce in her life. And now that she had so much of it, she didn't know what to do with it other than be overwhelmed with happiness.

"But it's the truth, you're absolutely lovely my little kola, special in every way."

Lifting her head up, she started at Elliott. A smile on his thin lips as he looked at her, and even though something inside her wanted to protest about how sweet he was. She tampered it down, as she could never doubt his words. So instead she went and cupped his cheek with her hand, and lifted herself up just a little so that she could give him a little kiss on the nose, before going to peck his lips.

"I do so love you Elliott." She sighed against his lips.

"And I love you as well."

"Mmm, more than you love your guns?"

"Don't joke darling of course I love you more," he laughed as he placed his hand back around her waist.

"I only wanted to make sure," she said before joining in his laughter.

Their shoulders shook as they carried on laughing with one another, and it felt so good. It went on for a little while longer before their voice lowered as they gathered themselves. But before letting her go, a thought appeared in Elliott's brain that caused a smirk to appear on his features.

"That reminds me," he purred as he leaned near her ear causing a familiar shiver to run down her spine.

Oh?

"You've given me a gift yet I'm leaving you empty handed. Now that innit husbandly like of me is it?"

"Well, truthfully I wasn't going to say anything considering you give me all I could ever want," she said sincerely as she saw the shine in his eyes. The one he would get when he was feeling particularly mischievous. "But who am I to deny my husband wanting to gift me something."

The smirk on his face grew even wider as he grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and gave her a rather passionate kiss. His tongue traced her bottom lip and she barely had a chance to give him entrance before he was eagerly exploring her waiting mouth.

Squealing in pleasure she let him lead the kiss and then let out an equally delighted laugh as he pulled away from her. Both of them were breathless but excited as he grabbed her wrist and pulled them in the direction of their bedroom. She knew she was in for a long night with her Elliott. All of it because of a hat.

Maybe she would make them more often if the gift she received back was this.

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Accompanying Levi to hand out candy for the kids (female view)

( // fluff one shot // ) (a/n: we all need fluff 😘)

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The war has ended, everyone is finding their own peace, others stayed and served still for the future. What did you do? Levi personally asked you one day to accompany him to the camps, the people that lost their homes, the kids, Levi wanted to do something for them. You agreed of course, since the teenager crush feelings inside your adult heart for the man is still visible.

"I, appreciate you helping (Y/n)"

"Please it's nothing Levi, besides, it's just us two. Erwin, Miche, Nanaba and Hange all left us so"

"Yeah.."

The way to the camps was silent, but in a good way, besides the others, Levi felt the most ease with you, he trusts you with his life, and that's saying something huge for sure, you just couldn't put it to words at all, but tou love the idea that your long term crush trusts you.

"Hey, (Y/n)?"

"Yes Levi?"

"Are you glad, we're still alive?"

You stopped pushing his wheelchair as your gripped hard on the handles, looking down at the ground, staring at your old boots.

"(Y/n)?" Levi calls out to you, he turned from his wheelchair seat to see silent tears and sobs running down your cheeks, nose red as a tomato, "hey" he softly calls out again, reaching his hand out to cup yours, leaning against his touch, you took a shuddering deep breathe in and out, "it's a miracle, a blessing that, we're alive this far.. but, why just us Levi? Why can't everyone just---" your vocal sobs stopped you from talking, crying your eyes out to Levi, throughout the years he was the only person you felt so vulnerable with, when his squad died from the Female Titan's attack, you cried for Levi, you cried for hours on end during that day, which is the most you've cried in your life, probably because you were also crying for Levi since he was trying to be strong emotionally.

" (Y/n), life has always been so unfair, us humans just has to, accept it, try to be strong. Have a strong heart (Y/n), strong heart" Levi says as he used his other hand and placed it on top of your chest, where your heart is, staring down at his silver blue iris, wish that he didn't loose his other, but it's best that he still has one eye, you love staring into them, you find it relaxing, his expression was soft, he use his thumb to caresses your cheekbones as you lifted your arm to hold his, the one on your chest.

"I always admire you, Levi.. you always have such a strong heart"

"Well, I was once Humanity's Strongest Soldier you know"

"You know what I meant hah"

"Yeah.. feeling better?"

"A lot better, thanks"

You wanted to say "I love you" so bad that time, but didn't want to ruin the moment. He went back and sat normally on his wheelchair, as you grab your handkerchief to wipe your tears and blow your nose a little. Levi has a soft smile plastered on his face, he looks down to his hands, remembering the way he touched you, his hand on your warm but cold cheek from crying, the other on your besting heart, he's simply glad that, you're there with him, your heart beating soothes him.

Pushing his wheelchair once more, before finally reaching the refugee camps, the kids were playing around and the parents cooking their dinner, others were doing their own things in the background.

You stopped Levi's wheelchair to later grab the box of candies and food from under his wheelchair, you gave the box of candies to him as you handed out the foods to the starving families, them thanking you, offering them a soft "You're very welcome".

Levi would sometimes glance back at you, his gaze would soften seeing you have a short chat with the elders there, seeing your soft laughs and smiles eases his mind, "is that your girlfriend Mister Ackerman sir?" A little girl in front of him asked as Levi chuckles softly nodding, "yes, she's my girlfriend" as he said that he handed the little girl her candies, watching you walk back to him.

"Well, that's all the food we have to give"

"Yeah, just ended handing out the candies too"

You softly smiled at him as you were about to push his wheelchair when he asked a question, "can you, be my girlfriend?" Your heart skipped a beat twice upon hearing him say that, you looked down at him, his gaze was soften, a soft smile on his cherry lips, "what?" Asking as if you didn't hear it, but want to hear him ask it again, "my bad, can you, be my fiancè/wife, (Y/n)?"

"L-Levi--"

You were flabbergasted as what you just heard in the span of few seconds. The first question wasn't registering in your head, let alone the second question he asked, "you want me to be your--"

"(Y/n), I know that you like me, for all these years.. you clearly didn't know that, I have liked you ever since as well"

That connected the dots for you. The times were he wasn't acting harsh towards you, one day he offered you tea and drink with him, the way he calls your name, that time when Hange left you both in his office as she felt that there was something going on between you two, the time he comforted you when his squad died cause that gave you so much pain, you tried to remember that one time you got drunk that night before the expedition to take back Wall Maria, Levi helped you get to your bedroom and even stayed there with you to make sure you're okay, the way he panicked when Floch was carrying you and Erwin to the roof, that time his heart shattered, his mind was flooding, that time he thought you died, but when he heard your heartbeat, a massive sigh of relief left his lips, feeling your nose that you were still breathing, just severely injured, but alive, that one time when you visited Marley with everybody else, these guys were close to sexually harassing you when Levi came in the right time and even beat up a few men, you took care of his bruises and light wounds that night, thanking him for protecting you.

You went back to the present, staring back at Levi, seeing he was serious asking those questions for he was still waiting for your reply and answer, "Levi.. why, didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I feared I would get rejected.."

"Tch, I guess we were on the same page"

You kneeled down in front of his wheelchair, your hands placed on his knee, caressing his thigh lovingly, "I have, loved you since I first laid my eyes on you Levi.. of course, I want to be your wife"

Your words echoed his brain, as he looks at you staring up at him where you kneeled down, he held your hand and slipped in a ring, you were taken aback at the beautiful diamond engagement ring he slipped to your finger, "did you know? During the celebration of our first ever successful mission, I realized I fell for you so hard, that I impulsively asked Hange where I can find a jewelery shop, so that I can buy this ring for you, hoping that one day, I can pop the big question"

"Oh, Levi"

You felt tears slowly crinkling down your cheeks as he wipes them away with his thumb, "will you marry me? (Y/full/N)/?" Your heart couldn't help but jump out of your chest as you hugged him, you were on his lap in his wheelchair, smile so wide it was hurting, your face buried in the crook of his neck as he reciprocated the gesture to you, holding your waist so delicately, "a trillion times yes Levi! Yes yes yes!!!" He deeply chuckles as he kissed your head.

You pulled away, chuckling as well before leaning down to kiss him with so much love and passion, you felt him smile as he kissed back, staying there for a while before pulling away. You both lightly laughed as you caressed his cheeks, tracing the scars he has, you kissed them, making sure even if he has them, you still love him.

You both later looked to the sky, seeing a flock of birds flying above you two, "I think those are our friends" you looked down to Levi, caressing his neck and undercut, "Hange and the others actually knew that, I was madly in love with you all these years" you softly smiled as you kissed his nose, "they kept asking me to just make it official, tch, even Furlan and Isabel wanted us to be official"

"I still can't believe you Levi, you fell first for me, while I fell harder for you, all these years, when I saw your grumpy, cold, stern face when you joined the Survey Corps out of nowhere, recruited by Erwin, I told myself, (what's wrong with this guy?), hah, that's when Hange kept teasing me for always staring at you"

"Tch, I even remembered I felt chills down my spine feeling eyes watching my every move"

"Well, you were a criminal from the undergrounds, I stare intensely at those kind of people, you know what they did to my father"

"Yeah, I remember.. then we became close friends, much more closer than I was with Hange or Erwin even"

You chuckled as you cupped his cheeks and kissed him one more time before standing up from his lap, you were admiring your ring as it glistens to the ray of sun setting behind you. "(Y/n)?" "Yes my love?" You said feeling your cheeks burn as Levi did the same, he cleared his throat as he said, "I'm excited to marry you" you smiled as you nodded, "as do I".

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A few weeks later...

"I know announce you, husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride" the church priest said fondly as you kneeled down in front of Levi's wheelchair, wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him lovingly.

"Give it up for Mr and Mrs Ackerman!!"

"WOOHOO!!"

The friends and family all cheered as you both pulled away, foreheads resting as each others, Levi caressing your cheek as you did the same to him, everyone was happy and clapped for the both of you. When you threw your bouquet of flowers, Gabi managed to catch it, she was shocked and was even offering to give it to the other women there but they kept telling her to accept it since she caught it. Falco was blushing hard as Gabi did the same, sighing in defeat.

"I see those two as being a cute couple don't you think my love?"

"Tch, if they ever plan to get married, they need my approval first"

"You're their father now Levi?"

"No, it's just, I see them like Eren and Mikasa you know?"

"Oh.. hope Mikasa is doing alright, I tried inviting her to our wedding but"

"She couldn't leave Eren just yet"

"Yeah, plus.. I can bet she's going to cry if she, was here at our wedding"

Levi hums as he held your hand, intertwining it as the music was playing, everyone chatting and soon went to the main venue to eat.

A couple of weeks has passed again, you and Levi moved into a new house in Marley, Gabi, Falco and Onyankpon was not living far away as well, they stayed close since those 3 were the closest friends they have in this generation, the teenagers would often take you and Levi to explore Marley since they live there and want to show the both of you around.

Everything was at peace.

You married your crush.

Making sure old and new friends stayed in touch.

Visiting everyone's graves.

Happy and excited to even grow old with Levi Ackerman...

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