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chaoticbardlady99 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I really enjoyed your fic with the Tav who couldn’t see well. It was really sweet! If you’re still accepting requests, may I request a similar one where the reader needs glasses to see and during a battle they break or get lost. Now they can’t see well and they’re trying not to panic while there’s threats everywhere, but thankfully Astarion notices something’s wrong and helps them. Thank you!

Admiring from Afar (GN! AFAB Reader x Astarion) Part 1- MDNI 18+ ONLY

Part Title is inspired by the song “She” by Dodie (I feel like it reflects Astarion’s POV/feelings towards Tav in this story)

This was not originally supposed to be as long as it is, but the concept started taking on a life of it's own. I hope you enjoy! I will hopefully be positing Part 2 within the next few days!

CW: Angst (?), violence, jealousy, fluffy (hopefully very? But who knows), smut because apparently I’m in a giving mood (I’m sorry I had to make the joke.), MDNI 18+ only, dom/sub sexual relationship.

Note- this is Unascended Astarion x GN! reader

*This has been proof read one time. It is 2:04 am and I have work in 6 hours LMFAO

Gif belongs to- ibacchante from Tumblr!

The campfire crackles in the distance and you think you even hear the faint sound of music. You desperately yearn to be near the warmth of the fire talking to or watching one of your companions give a dramatic retelling of their experiences in battle.

The warmth of your companions made places like the Shadow-Curse Land feel a lot less scary and foreign- they provide some normalcy in this strange journey.

Unfortunately, you are hunched over in your cold tent with nothing but a light cantrip and your will power. You squint as you etch details into the oxen bone, taking the time to add the touches of silvery white dye to add an ethereal effect. Your hands cramp as you work to keep the paint within the designs you carved into the bone.

You have been painstakingly working on this necklace for a little over a month- maybe two? You have lost count at this point, but the calluses on your fingers tell you it’s been a while now since you started this project.

You polish the bone with your cloth, wiping away the debris from your knife. You admire your handiwork; a perfect carving of the Elven Rune- Cadaith. You were able to create a loop at the top of the necklace for the long, thin, black leather strip you had been holding onto since the day after the Tiefling party- the same day you decided to take on this hand numbing project.

You and your crew of oddballs had come through for the locals and obliterated the Goblin Camp Leaders- the tieflings had come to your camp and had decided to celebrate.

It wasn’t that you were opposed to parties, but you’re not the most social person despite your profession as an Artisan. You miss the calm, quiet group of Druids you used to travel with- you even miss the hardwood floor of the Caravans and how much of a pain in the ass they were to fix. You miss not having to spend every waking moment and all of your strength on battling and the art of deception. You miss your tools and the landscapes you use to find your resources. You love to make crafts out of anything in the wild.

Back to the rowdy tiefling party- again, you aren’t necessarily against parties, but they are overwhelming.

And the men! They are entirely too vulgar after a couple drinks. Silvanus help you if you had another drunk man stumble up to you and ask if he can, “fuck your brains out.”

Another man had begun to make his way towards you when you felt a cold hand grab you by the elbow and haul you off into the forest. It had been Astarion- who you had agreed to share a bed with that night. You had shared a bed before- after a camp party to celebrate killing Auntie Ethel, but nothing could have prepared you for the second time and how mind-blowing it would be (you had been excruciatingly awkward as it was your first time ever- he was pretty understanding thank Gods).

“Astarion-”

“Yes Darling?”

He stops and looks at you- you look around and realize you are far from camp. You fiddle with your hands nervously- picking at your nails.

“I um-” you clear your throat, “I really appreciate you- well- um… coming to my rescue, but I really don’t want to be a bother to you- you don’t need to stay wit-”

You hadn’t been able to finish your sentence before he was gently kissing you. Your body feels like it’s on fire, your glasses are entirely foggy from your breathing and you smile at him coyly as he pulls away. He gives you a genuine, real laugh before taking your glasses off and wiping them clean for you. You put them on, your eyes back in focus as you avoid his eyes.

He leans in and begins kissing along your neck, along your jawline, and back to your lips. He kisses you roughly, his tongue flicking across your lower lip, asking for access. He lifts you up from under your thighs before backing you into a tree.

He grinds up into you- his erection pressed against the burning heat in your core. He pulls at your shirt strings and gives you a look as if to ask if he can continue. You grab his face in your hands and kiss him as an answer to his question.

He discards your shirt and makes quick work of your trousers and under garments- all while kissing you so deeply the world is spinning and your entire body feels numb.

Suddenly he has you on your back as he smiles down at you mischievously. You look away, embarrassed as he takes in the sight of your body; a breathy chuckle leaves his lips as he gets up and makes quick work of his own clothes.

You feel the space between your legs grow warmer and needier as you watch him stroke himself before he settles himself between your legs. He presses soft kisses all over your face as he inserts a finger between your folds and begins to toy with your clit. You whimper and moan as he pumps his finger in and out of you.

“Good girl,” he growls into your ear and inserts another finger, picking up the pace.

A soft, gasp escapes your lips as your walls stretch to fit around his other finger- getting to the point of borderline tears as you feel your orgasm get closer and closer. Astarion watches you use a stream of profanities, your hands gripping the grass so hard it's ripping. He kisses you on your forehead then- he stops.

You keen in protest from the emptiness between your thighs, but your words die on your lips as he pushes himself all the way between your folds, all the way to the hilt. You claw at his back, a pleased whimper escaping your mouth. He begins to kiss your jaw before you capture his lips with yours- he’s still not moving inside of you as you kiss him feverishly- your hands entangling themselves in his hair. He groans against your lips, holding you down by your waist and not allowing you to move. When you attempt to move your hips upward, desperate to get some friction, he groans in your mouth before pulling out completely and then thrusting himself roughly back into you. You look at him in anticipation as he gets off of you, still inside you as he adjusts your left leg so that he can get more access and he begins to massage your sore, neglected nipples with his fingers.

You are desperate for any movement from him and you can tell he knows it- even in your drunken haze.

“Please.”

“Please what, my dear?”

He says before pulling out to thrust into you completely again. You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you look away from him, trying not to let him have the satisfaction..

He hums as he roughly grabs your jaw, making you look him in the eyes.

“Tell me, Darling,” a sly, teasing smile on his beautiful face, “do you want me to fuck your brains out?”

You nod and he pinches your nipples roughly- you arch your back and you feel him lift your hips up before spanking you hard.

"You don't get anything until you answer my question," he goads, his hand snaking it's way around your throat, "so tell me, do you want me to fuck your brains out?"

"Y-es. Yes I want you to fuck me ple-" he cuts you off with a snap of his hips.

He grabs your jaw roughly with his hands, "You know that's not what I asked you."

He begins to slowly move in and out of you, teasing you mercilessly. You groan in frustration- he knows he’s the only person who can say this to you and demand you to say it back to him.

"Please Astarion," you say tearfully, your need for pleasure taking over, "please fuck my brains out."

He smiles at you widely, "it would be my pleasure."

You whine and he pulls out of you, rolling you over onto your hands and knees. He comes up behind you and his hands find purchase in your hair as he begins to pound into your mercilessly. You lose yourself in pleasure- surely alerting everyone and their mothers to your activites- and if it's not the vulgar moans, it's the filthy sound of your bodies colliding.

He pulls you up to his chest by your hair, switching to putting his hand around the upper part of your throat, and puts his fangs to your neck, teasing the skin as he fucks up into you. You have one of your hands wrapped around his arm as he chokes you and the other is touching your clit- the coil of pleasure building up in your stomach as you whisper your consent between moans for Astarion to drink from you. He gives you a pleased hum in response.

The moment his fangs are piercing your neck is the same moment your orgasm rips through you and you have to fight not to slump against him. You feel his strong arms hold you up as he keeps fucking your sensitive mound, chasing his own orgasm. He stops sucking from the bite marks on your neck, lapping up the blood that begins to slowly trickle down towards your shoulders and chest. He let’s go of his grip on your throat and pushes you back onto your belly before roughly inserting himself inside you again.

"You are such a good girl," he grunts, "you are taking me so fucking well."

You begin to feel lightheaded when he finally cums inside you. Good thing you have a potion for that.

You both get your clothes on and he whisks you away to his tent- where you cuddled and talked for almost the entire night.

The sex, as noted, is amazing, but you also enjoy so much more of him than just his body. You know Astarion struggles to believe you find anything about him interesting outside of sex, so you make a point of reminding him about all the other wonderful parts of him and you don't ever ask for sex or sexual favors. That ball is in his playing field as far as you are concerned.

You find yourself gravitating back to Astarion’s tent every night to listen about a new book he is reading or just to let him shower you with (arguably) questionable knowledge about the higher ups in Badlur's Gate . Sometimes you just talk about your lives, tangled in each other’s embraces, and falling asleep that way.

You had begun sleeping in the same tent shortly after he drank from you for the first time. You had been scared during a storm one night and he had heard you sniffling in your tent. You missed the safety of your Caravan during those first two weeks.

He had quickly dragged you over to his tent- griping about his hair, how “I told you that you needed better camping equipment”, and “really darling? Why are you wearing clothes with holes in them? No wonder you’re scared.”

You have had an incredibly close bond ever since and you speak very freely with one another. You still become closed off every now and then (mostly from being socially and emotionally exhausted) but he was content to sit in the silence and just be in each other’s company. If he's in a grouchy mood, you sit with him in silence or let him just talk at you, and you support him when he wakes up from a particularly grueling nightmare. You rarely, if ever, go to your tent or stay in your tent anymore.

However, your current passion project was not to be seen by his eyes until it was completely finished- hence the reason why you are in your freezing, semi abandoned tent. You enchant the amulet with “Invisibility” and after a test, you can proudly say your necklace for Astarion is ready.

Shortly after the fight with the Goblins, Astarion had been complaining to you about how Gale “ate” the last necklace of Invisibility that they had found.

“He did call finders-keepers.”

“Finders-keepers my ass, Darling. If he really believed that rule he wouldn’t have inhaled it the way he did right after finding it.”

“It was rather unbecoming of him, wasn’t it?”

“Cazador has done a lot of horrible, vile things to me over the last two centuries,” he scoffs, “but, Gale eating a perfectly good Amulet of Invisibility has somehow landed in the top 20 of worst things to happen to me.”

After that, you began your work on the Amulet and now that it’s finished- you get to give it to him.

The idea makes your stomach turn.

What if he hates it?

It’s not really his style, but you don’t make gaudy jewelry and you tried your best to make it look like it shimmers (you succeeded FYI, Nat 20 all the way). You hope he appreciates it on principle alone and doesn’t criticize you too harshly if he dislikes it. When you ran the idea by Karlach and showed her your sketch, she was immediately convinced that he would adore your gift.

“Don’t worry about a thing Soldier,” she said cheerily, “Fangs is going to adore it as much as he adores you!”

You wrap the necklace in the nice, silk handkerchief and stuff it into the little leather bag. You take one final deep breath before pushing through the tent flap. You look around camp and see that mostly everyone is in their tent- Astarion included- but Wyll is by the fire dancing. You remember joking about him giving a demonstration for the camp. As you begin to walk towards Astarion’s tent- Wyll calls out to you.

“Tav,” he says brightly, “join me for a dance?”

Another thing you love about Astarion- he is very good at telling people ‘no’ for you. Yes, you should be sticking up for yourself and setting boundaries on your own. You are so wired to make everyone else happy that it impedes your ability to say no. Astarion is helping you learn and supports you when you freeze up, but Astarion is not here in this moment and if he hears what Wyll has said to you- he has made no indication of it.

You smile tightly and put the pouch in your pocket before taking his hand. You are basically robotic as you go through the motions and yet- for some Gods forsaken reason Wyll plants a kiss right on your lips. As he pulls back and sees your look of absolute horror- he begins to apologize profusely.

“Honestly Wyll,” you awkwardly squeak out,”it’s totally fine. I just- um- well… I really like Astarion and I’m not looking elsewhere.”

“I understand and as disappointed as I am- I am grateful for your forgiveness and I hope we can remain friends.”

You smile brightly, “Thank you Wyll and of course. Good night.”

He bids you farewell and you walk with extra pep in your step. You set a boundary and you are over the moon excited to share with Astarion.

Except when you get inside the tent- all of your stuff is right in the entryway. Astarion has his back facing you and is pretending to be interested in a book. You frown.

“Star?”

“Oh don’t worry Darling- I figured I would save you the uncomfortable conversation,” he says with apathy in his voice, “we both know those aren’t your strong suite.”

You flinch at his cold, blank tone and the harshness of his words. You feel yourself becoming consumed with confusion and hurt. Your hand is clutching onto the pouch in your pocket. He looks at you and he looks far away despite the smile on his face.

“Well go along now, I’m sure your new lover is waiting for you. I’m happy for you honestly,” he pauses, giving you a cold, malicious grin, “pretending to be invested in this connection has really been bothersome these last couple weeks.”

Logically, a part of you knows he is just jealous and is lashing out. You should stay and try to explain what happened- reassure him even?

Emotionally? You feel like you just got stabbed over and over again. Oh and then someone came up to you and used a shocking grasp. You try to open your mouth, the tears welling in your eyes as you look at him.

He just looks at you coldly, “Well, leave.”

You wordlessly nod, dropping the leather pouch back into your pocket and you grab your things and numbly head back over to your tent. You roll out your bed roll and stare up at the dark tarp above your head; you let the tears stream down your face as silent sobs wrack your body. You already miss him.

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You didn’t sleep well that night- you woke up with puffy eyes and a sore throat. You had spent the majority of the night freezing and jumping at every noise. You would get the occasional thirty minutes of sleep here and there, but if you weren’t scared awake, your bruised, broken heart woke you up. Your heart thumped unevenly all night- worried the bumps in the night were Astarion packing up his things and leaving.

Your chest aches as you get ready to leave and you are grateful that the Shadow-Cursed Lands are so poorly lit because it allows you to hide the rough night you have. You are also grateful to see Astarion is still here.

You, Astarion, Shadowheart, Karlach, and Wyll set out to explore more of the Shadowlands. Karlach told Astarion he didn’t have to go if he didn’t want to- you were too tired to say anything in response to his complaints and you suppose Karlach became fed up. He’s quiet after that, so quiet you think he might have left. Except you hear him chatting with Wyll during a short rest.

Shadowheart walks happily next to you- chittering about Dark Justiciars and how she can feel Shar or whatever. You are just trying to focus on her and stop thinking about him. You have been successful in avoiding him and not looking at him for the entirety of the morning and you need to keep it that way.

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Astarion can’t place where in the conversation he went wrong, but the fight with Malus Thorm has been nothing short of a disaster. The Sisters are ruthless and Malus is much stronger than any of them anticipated at first glance.

Astarion usually fights right at your side, but he assumes that your new lover will be keeping you safe. He suppresses the bile and tears that threaten to come up. He has your protection still and he knows that because Wyll would have thrown him out of camp otherwise. He was never meant to end up with you- you were always meant to be a means to an end.

If anything, he should be thrilled for you. Wyll is a good, decent man and much worthier of your affections than Astarion could ever be.

So why does it hurt so fucking much? And why did he want to kick Wyll over a ravine when he kissed you?

He shakes the thought as he strikes down two more Sisters. He steals a glance in Wyll’s direction (to check on you) and immediately notices that you are nowhere in the premises and the Blade of Frontiers was battling with Karlach. Astarion scans the room in a frenzy of panic.

He turns around just in time to see Malus lift you up by your neck and fling you into a column. Your glasses fell to the ground as your back makes contact with the stone and the sound of shattering bones echoes through the room as the Sisters begin to move forward.

Astarion watches in horror as you are struggling to pop up and begin touching the floor around you , but by the time you seem to realize finding your glasses is a moot effort- the Sisters descend on you as Malus turns his attention to Wyll and Karlach.

Wyll acknowledges what just happened, but doesn’t go to help you. Anger rips through Astarion like a wildfire as Wyll turns and tells Shadowheart you need help. He’s about to help Malus take out Wyll- until another scream for help pierces the air as you throw random cantrips at your attackers.

Astarion rushes forward, cutting his way through the remaining Sisters in the middle of the room. He really could give a shit less at this time if it pisses Wyll off that he was the one who protected you- in fact, he’s probably going to be stabbing Wyll when you all get back to camp.

Astarion destroys the Sisters surrounding you in a flurry of gore and steel. He ignores his other companions as he searches for you frantically.

You had disappeared by the time he came to your aid. Astarion knows that you have a tendency to slip into your Cat form when you are particularly scared and can’t see- using the animal’s powerful nose to guide you away from danger.

Astarion goes near the beds and crouches down- a sigh escaping his lips.

All 8 pounds of you and your black fluff is crouched under the bed and you hiss in surprise when he clicks his tongue at you. You squint your eyes at him before sniffing the air. You cautiously walk forward and sniff his outreached hand. You begin to purr loudly and rub your head against his knuckles.

He laughs with a mix of hysteria and joy as the realization that you are okay settles into his bones.

“It’s okay Little Love, the Sisters are dead,” he says softly, “I’m so sorry, I should have been next to you. I just assumed a beast with such prowess as yourself would be able to fend for themselves.”

You meow in indignation as you climb on top of him to bite the tip of his nose and he can’t help but laugh.

“Does your ego hurt less now, Little Love?”

You give him an amused look that makes him bust out laughing again.

He had asked you once why you were just a Black domestic cat instead of a Panther. You had argued that you are just as ferocious as a Panther in that form. Not to mention, you would have a better chance of shooting an arrow straight than turning into a Panther, but you weren’t about to admit that (even though he knows).

Astarion scoops you up in his arms and pauses- the smell of your blood floods his senses. He grabs you by your scruff and you yelp as he inspects you for injuries.

You scratch at his hand and he drops you. You yowl in pain and leer at him as you begin to change back into your humanoid form.

If Astarion was capable of feinting, this would have been that moment. He drops to his knees beside you and begins trying to find a healing potion to take the edge off.

You have a compound fracture where your shin was and it’s bleeding heavily. Your right shoulder is out of place, your left wrist is twisted in an atypical fashion, and your left cheek is blooming with an angry, purple bruise. He winces when you inhale a sharp breath as you try to breathe in, clutching at your rib cage.

He doesn’t catch the choked gasp that climbs up his throat in time- your eyes search for him in the dark before finally settling on him.

“Your beautiful eyes are really helpful when it’s blurry.”

Your voice is so tired and he can hear the pain in your voice.

“How come?”

“I can actually find you,” you pause, “you make me feel safe.”

You look at him, your eyes glassy with shock. You smile brightly at him and he smiles brightly back at you. He never thought anyone would associate him with protection, safety. Your words echo in his brain.

You’re make me feel safe.

You go to say something again before you look at him with wide, scared eyes and promptly lose consciousness. The scream that comes out of his mouth is foreign to his own ears. It sounds fearful, angry- heartbroken. Astarion tries to shake you awake, yelling your name over and over.

“Please wake up Darling- you’re safe,” he whispers through choked sobs, “come back to me please.”

Nothing. He can barely tell if you are breathing still as your heart thuds softly in your chest. He calls for Shadowheart two, three, four more times.

"Please," he whimpers, "I don't want to have to be without you forever- I can't be."

The weight of his words hits him like a train- his plan had well and truly failed. Under normal, non- life threatening emergency situations, he would probably panic about the strength of his emotions. Instead, he sits here begging for the chance to be able to tell you how he really feels. He wants to move so badly, to drag Shadowheart over here to heal you, but he can't bare to leave you in your vulnerable state. He keeps calling for Shadowheart- his voice begins to crack.

Astarion feels the worst of his anxieties vanish as you suddenly start taking long, ragged, tired breaths. He grabs a healing potion out of his pocket and tilts your head as he pours it into your mouth. You swallow the fluid gingerly. Your eyes are barely open when he hears you communicate through the tadpole.

Thank you for saving me. Again.

Astarion slowly strokes the side of your face, brushing the flyaway hairs out of your eyes.

"I saved you for my own selfish reasons," he whispers, while taking your right hand gently, "close your eyes and rest- I will keep you safe. Shadowheart is coming."

You nod lazily before closing your eyes, your hand in his still. Astarion sighs in relief when your breathing gets stronger, but he is no healer. Where the hells is that damn Cleric!?

“Shadowheart!!!!”

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fanfictionstuff · 5 months ago

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hello!! could i request maybe an amaimon x reader (naturally) where reader has to take care of little hamster amaimon after him and rins fight in season 1, but she thinks amaimon did die and that mephisto just named the little hamster after him, reader could also be very vocal to the gang about her obsession with amaimon!

this is a scenario i’ve thought about a lot ngl 😂😂 like reader just gushing about how hot he is and rin being like “he’d murder you, you idiot” and reader would be like “he could murder this p*ssy” and little hamaimon just observing this all LMFAO

maybe at the end he reveals that it’s really him!

hopefully this made sense and didn’t sound crazy lmao

I might have gotten a tad bit carried away (7677 words) 🫢 He's just so amazing I couldn't help it. 💀 Also, you didn't mention it, but there is smut. How are you gonna talk about 'murder this pussy' and not add smut when Amaimon is in his human vessel 🫢

You trug your way down the hall towards Mephisto’s office. He had called you and asked you to visit him in his office after class. You’re still in an awful mood after the camping trip. Within a few hours, you had fallen in love and then found out one of your best friends had murdered him. Sure, Amaimon might’ve been trying to kill Rin, but that doesn’t mean Rin had to actually kill Amaimon! Mephisto was there. Why hadn’t he stepped in?

Once you reach his office's double door, they open dramatically. “Ah, Miss ______.” He grins. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hi, Mephisto.”

He frowns at your blunt tone. “Oh dear, is something wrong?”

You let my soulmate die. “Just tired.”

“I see; well, I have a favor to ask of you.” Mephisto points to a small cage sitting on the corner of his desk. “I’m afraid I don’t have the time to take care of my hamster.” Sitting between the cage and Mephisto, you notice a small green fluff ball for the first time. “Did you dye him?” Hamsters aren’t supposed to come in green. “No, he’s one a billion. Can you believe the pet shop was going to throw him out because of his color? I just had to save him! But I’ve now realized I don’t have the time. His name is Amaimon. He’s even got a small cowlick on his head that reminds me of my younger brother. So, I just had to name him Amaimon.”

You step closer to the hamster, reaching out. He hisses, warning you not to touch him halfway to him. Mephisto drops his hand, hitting the desk not far from where Amaimon is standing. “He won’t harm you; I think he’s just a little surprised.” His comment sounds more like a threat. “Anyway~ so here are all the supplies you need.”

“I didn’t agree to take him.”

“Well, it’s an order.”

“Huh?”

“I’m ordering you to take him.”

“Seriously? I’ve never had a hamster before. What if I accidentally kill him?”

“I assure you, you won’t kill him. So-“ He stands from the desk, grabbing the cage and hamster. “Take good care of him.” He demands, placing the cage in one of your hands and the hamster in the other.

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“Little Amaimon. What are you doing? You’re not supposed to eat that.” You sigh, watching your hamster stuff multiple candies in his mouth. You had panicked the first time, called the vet (who wasn’t much help), then Mephisto, who didn’t view it as a big deal. ‘If he gets sick, stop by my office with him; I’ll get a specialty vet if needed.’

He ignores you, of course, even going so far as to climb the candy bowl and drop into it. “You're contaminating my candy. You’re lucky I love you,” you huff, gently patting the little hamster on the head.

Not long later, there’s a knock on your door, Rin. You call for him to come in.

“You’re late, Rin. I have important things to do today.”

Rin kicks off his shoes, switching into the guest slippers. “I’m sorry, I got caught up in something. You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked.” He gently scolds as he steps into the living room.

“What’s that?” Rin points at your candy bowl, where little Amaimon is casually sitting. “Oh, it’s my hamster, Amaimon. I’ve had him about a week now; isn’t he cute?” You pet his head affectionally.

Rin looks at you like you’re crazy. “Seriously? Amaimon? I thought you were over that stupid crush.”

Little Amaimon’s head pops up.

You frown at his words. “One: Mephisto named him. Two: It’s not just a stupid crush; I’m still mad at you for killing him.”

“Mephisto?”

“Yeah, apparently, he rescued little Amaimon from a pet shop but then realized he doesn’t have time to care for him.”

Rin raises a brow and reaches to pet the hamster’s head. Once Rin is close enough, Amaimon bites the finger coming towards him. “Ow!” “Right, I forgot to say he’s bitten everyone he’s come across except Mephisto and me. He even bit Shiemi yesterday.”

“You could’ve told me that before I tried to pet him!”

“You could’ve asked before you tried to pet him.”

“Right. Sorry. Anyway, you’re still going on about Amaimon?” Rin glances at the little hamster on the table. “The demon Amaimon.”

“Rin, he was so attractive; I swear it was love at first sight.” You sigh dramatically.

“I don’t think he even noticed you.”

You cover your heart, “Why do you have to be like that? You murdered the love of my life, and you’re going to be cruel and tell me something like that.” Rin gives you an unimpressed look. “Okay, sure. He didn’t notice me. But who’s fault is that? He didn’t have time to notice me because you murdered him.”

“_____, he would have murdered you.”

“He could murder this pussy.”

Rin’s expression twists in disgust, and just when you’re about to tell him you’re joking, kind of. There is a light sound of choking. “Amaimon!” Your eyes widen as your little hamster is choking on a piece of candy. “What do I do?” As you’re reaching out to him, he clears his throat. “Amaimon, you scared me!” The little hamster stares at you for an unsettling amount of time before jumping back into the candy dish.

“Maybe you shouldn’t feed him candy?”

“I don’t just feed him candy; he finds candy himself and eats it. I’m not actively giving him candy.” You frown, watching little Amaimon to make sure he’s safe. “Anyway, you said you need help with some homework, so pass it here.”

Another week goes by, and you’re on the way to see your friends with little Amaimon sitting on your shoulder. Throughout the last week, he seems to have become clingy. Squeaking at you as you’re getting ready to walk out the door. He squeaked at you again nonstop once you got home; the first two times were too much; he let you know he was angry with you for way too many hours after you returned home.

Once you arrive at the location, you see Shima is the first of your friends to come. He waves you over, and with your black jacket on, the little tuff of green fur really sticks out. “Oh hey, is that little Amaimon? Shiemi was talking about him.” You sigh, nodding, petting his head. “Yeah, recently, I’ve had to bring him everywhere. Not sure why he’s become so clingy.”

“It doesn’t annoy you?”

“It helps take my mind off the fact Rin killed perfection.”

You talk about Amaimon any chance you get, going on about how attractive he is, how you could see your life flash before your eyes the moment you saw him—falling in love and having cute children who look just like him because who wouldn’t want their children to look like perfection?

Shima rolls his eyes. “It’s just a fleeting crush; you would’ve lost interest by now if he hadn't died.”

“Did you not see how hot he was? There’s no way I’d ever lose interest in someone like that. I’d do almost anything to get a chance to be with him, even if only an hour.”

“Is this some kind of kink?” Shima laughs. “Cute little schoolgirl wanting the bad boy just to have his way with her.” You scowl at him. “It’s not a kink, but also, yeah.” During your conversation, little Amaimon starts to nuzzle against your neck.

Shima laughs at the sight. “Maybe he thinks you’re talking about him.”

“You know, he’s starting to let others touch him now.” You grin, reaching up to gently pat little Amaimon’s head. “He’s so soft.”

“Can I pet him?”

“Of course. It shouldn’t be a problem. He even let a random guy pet him the other day.”

Shima grins brightly and leans forward to pet little Amaimon’s head. Without hesitating, Amaimon steps away from your neck, bites Shima hard, hisses at him, and then presses himself against your neck once more. “_____!” Shima whines, pulling his hand to his chest.

“I lied.” You shrug, patting Amaimon.

“No shit! That hurt.”

“He still doesn’t like others, but he’s becoming more affectionate with me.” Amaimon coos and nuzzles you as you speak.

Bon and Konekomaru join you two, hearing the last bit of the conversation. “Maybe he likes you. Have you thought about getting him a hamster friend?” Bon questions, eyeing the little hamster. He’s met little Amaimon a few times, and the hamster seems to hate him more each time they meet. He’s pretty certain the little hamster is glaring at him.

You hum in thought. “I don’t know; it’s nice to have his affection. But maybe you’re right. He might prefer another hamster. Wait, let me google it.” You open your phone and quickly search if hamsters should live with other hamsters. “Okay, well, you’re wrong. They fight, and sometimes it’s to the death. I will never let little Amaimon get hurt like that.”

Konekomaru gives you a curious look. “Why don’t you try searching if it’s normal for them to be affectionate with their owner.”

You scan the different results of Konekomaru’s suggestion. “From what I’m reading, it’s not normal for them to be as affectionate as Amaimon. That’s odd.” You remove little Amaimon from your shoulder, bringing him to eye level. “You’re too cute. I love you.”

“He’s weird.” Rin appears, side-eyeing Amaimon. He’s tried to befriend the little hamster multiple times, but Amaimon won’t have it. “Leave him alone, he’s amazing. I love him.”

Rin snorts. “Okay _____. You have bad taste in guys and hamsters.”

You scowl, stepping closer to Rin. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of what?” He steps forward.

“That little Amaimon doesn’t like you.” Another step.

“I don’t care.” Another step.

“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have been trying to get him to warm up to you all week.” Amaimon hisses at Rin’s proximity to you, the hissing boarding a type of growl. Which hamsters are not supposed to be able to do, according to your research. Weird, he must really hate Rin.

While you and Rin argue, you don’t notice the other girls step up. “She’s clearly using him as emotional support because she’s having trouble getting over the death of a demon who wasn’t even aware she existed.” Izumo sighs.

Amaimon huffs to himself, sick of being around the damn exorcists, but he knows you won’t leave anytime soon. If that bastard didn’t look at you the way he does, he wouldn’t have to stay with you every time you leave the apartment. He glares at Bon from his place on your shoulder before nudging the edge of your shirt to tuck himself under it and rest against your skin so that the idiots won’t be in his sight.

Bon raises a brow. “Did he just tuck himself under your shirt?”

“Yeah, so? Leave him alone, he’s comfortable.” Little Amaimon’s sharp claws softly touch your side as he adjusts for a more comfortable position; you raise your hand to pat him softly.

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A month passes, and little Amaimon has become even more clingy; you hadn’t thought it was possible. You bought him some really nice tunnels that were kind of expensive. He glanced at them and completely ignored them. Other little items the internet swear hamsters will love you’ve purchased. Nope. He wants nothing to do with any of it. Now, he won’t even stay in his cage. He will squeak at you nonstop until you open the door and let him out. You called Mephisto about it; he just claimed Amaimon is more intelligent than other hamsters and maybe more like a dog. Or even a cat since he seems to hate most things. He recommended just letting little Amaimon have more freedom.

In the first month, he’d accept being in a cage on the other side of your bedroom, and then, starting in the second month, he started screaming at you until you understood he wanted to be beside your bed on the nightstand. After maybe a week of that, he started screaming at you again. He wanted out. He wanted to sleep on your nightstand without the cage.

By the third month, the cage is completely forgotten in a random corner. You’re certain if anyone found out about his intelligence, they’d take him from you and use him for experiments. But he doesn’t get free rein in the house because he’s almost always with you. If you have something important to do, he’ll stay wherever you put him until you take him elsewhere. You’ve set up a decently large area for him to hang out while you’re at school. It’s not like the cage he was first homed in, but it has barriers, so he has to stay in that living room area when you’re at school.

“Little Amaimon, please stay here while I shower.” You set the hamster on your nightstand and quickly shower, as Shiemi had invited you for dinner.

Stepping out of the shower, irritation floods over you—you forgot your towel. Usually, your bathroom closet is stocked with fresh towels, but you completely forgot to stock it after washing. You attempt to dry off as best you can, using your hands to wipe the excess water from your body. Once you feel you won’t create a puddle on the floor, you step out of the bathroom and head toward a pile of towels draped over a chair across the room. As you cross the space, little Amaimon catches your eye. He’s perched on your bed, staring at you intently. "What’s wrong with you?" you ask the little hamster as you wrap a towel around yourself. You’ll check on him soon; he usually gazes at you like that to signal he wants something.

Once you’ve changed into something decent to meet up with Shiemi, you receive a call from someone else—your mom.

“A date?” Little Amaimon’s head shoots up; he had been ignoring your conversation. “Yes! A date, I’ve heard so many nice things about Ryuji.” You scratch Amaimon’s little head and listen to your mom talk about how good of a young man Bon is; she isn’t wrong, however, “No, I don’t want to go on a date. I already like someone. I’m supposed to be meeting Shiemi, so I really don’t have time to go on about how Bon is only a friend.” You listen to her try to convince you for a couple more minutes. The whole time she speaks, you can only picture Amaimon. “Mom, I really have to go; I’ll call you later.”

You turn your head to little Amaimon, beginning to rant more to yourself. “It’s so annoying, but I can’t get Amaimon out of my mind. I hate saying it aloud, but it’s true he didn’t know I existed before he died; I only saw him for a moment, so why am I so hung up on him?” Little Amaimon flops on his stomach, listening to you complain. The moments from that night flash through your mind. “But he was so hot, and honestly, he took my breath away for a moment. I’m basically lusting over a ghost.” You blink, returning to reality, and your face burns red at how intensely little Amaimon is staring at you. You cover your face. “I can’t believe I can’t stop thinking about fucking a guy I only glanced at for a moment. What is wrong with me? Ugh, I don’t care. There was just something about him. I love him.” You glance at your watch. “Well, shit- how long have I just been going on about how much I love a dead guy to you? I’m going to be late. Let’s go, little Amaimon. You can stay in the living room; I won’t be gone for long. Bye, love you.”

As soon as the house door clicks shut, Amaimon lets out a low growl of frustration. Easily breaking through the flimsy barriers you had put up, he scurries to the couch where you keep a landline phone for emergencies. He quickly dials a number and waits impatiently for an answer. “Hello? Miss ______?” Mephisto answers. “I want my human vessel.” Amaimon hisses. Usually, he’s more polite to his older brother, but he’s tired of listening to you go on and on about him, and he’s unable to react how he wants. With how you’ve been teasing him the last three months, and your mother is now attempting to push you into a relationship with Bon. He’ll make sure you never even humor the idea of another man when he’s done with you. “I’m afraid I’m busy this week, Amaimon. You’ll have to wait until next week.” Mephisto’s tone is filled with faux remorse. “Call me in a week.”

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The following week for you is weird, little Amaimon refuses to let you leave anywhere alone. When you’d wake up for school, you’d find him sleeping on the pillow by your head. He climbs into your school bag, so you have to take him with you. It’s odd, and you aren’t sure how to react. Other than just letting him have his way, of course, you’ve googled it, and a lot of your answers were either he’s about to die, you’re about to die, or he can sense something horrible about to happen. While you don’t necessarily believe it, you take little Amaimon with you just to be safe.

But he also doesn’t like you spending time with your friends. Usually, he’d just ignore everyone and sleep unless they tried to touch him, but he didn’t allow anyone too close to you the whole week.

“Little Amaimon, I’m sorry, but you have to stay here.” You sigh, placing the little hamster in the little area you’ve set up for him in the living room. You wait for him to scream at you, but he doesn’t. He just watches you silently. That’s odd. But you don’t put too much thought into it, you’ll be late.

It’s long past the time you should have been home, and you’re concerned that little Amaimon might be hungry since you can't recall how much food he had before you left. “Finally, home,” you say, sighing as you remove your shoes and slip into your indoor slippers. “Amaimon, are you okay?” You hold your breath, waiting for a squeak or a scream to confirm that he’s not okay because you left him. But silence follows. As you enter the living room, you notice that one of the walls of his barrier has collapsed. Your heart sinks. “Little Amaimon?”

Initially, you proceed cautiously, examining every corner in search of him. You take deep breaths to hold back the tears. Your apartment is small; even with his petite size, there aren’t many places to hide, especially with his striking green fur. After a complete search of the apartment, you check the bed once more, carefully pulling back the sheets and lifting the pillows. He’s not there. A sob escapes as you start to search the house more frantically, remaining careful not to accidentally harm him if he’s somehow slipped by unnoticed. Yet, he’s not there. He’s gone.

You wake up sore the following day. You had slept on the floor because you were worried little Amaimon might need you and can’t get to you if you’re in the bed. But it was pointless because he’s still missing. As you get ready for school, you feel trudging through sand. Your limbs feel heavy, and you keep trying to find the little hamster, but he’s gone. You have to drag yourself out of the house; thankfully, Shiemi is already outside waiting for you, wearing a huge grin.

“Hi Shiemi.” You mumble weakly.

“I’m going to tell Rin today!”

Your eyes widened; you and Izumo had just talked about it with her last night. You give the best grin your body will allow while nodding. “That’s great, what will you say to him?”

As she shares what she wants to say, you just become more and more confused. “Wait, really?” You had been expecting her to be ready to confess to Rin, not whatever the hell she is going to tell him. “But isn’t high school the perfect time to fall in love- ah, never mind. You’re right. If you want to become stronger first, then good.”

“Thanks! Wait, where is little Amaimon?” She gives you a curious glance; the tiny green hamster is usually on your shoulder.

Tears that you hoped to hold back begin to fall. “I-I don’t know. He- it doesn’t matter. I probably just overlooked him.” You wipe your eyes as you talk. “I’m sure I can find him when I get home.” You keep quiet about the hours you spent searching for him last night and a significant part of this morning. “Let’s go; we don’t want to be late for school.” You smile despite the tears flowing.

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“Shiemi, I’m going to go ahead and get to class, okay?” Normally, you would’ve walked with her to be moral support with Rin, but you just don’t have it in you; your whole body hurts, and your eyes burn from rubbing them too much. You wave over your shoulder, not listening to her telling you she’ll see you later. Once in your class, you drop your head to the desk, trying to think of places you might’ve accidentally missed while looking for your hamster.

Classmates start trickling in; you don’t acknowledge any of them, keeping your head down, even as someone sits next to you. Did you maybe accidentally left the door cracked open? Leaving some treats outside your door might help. Why hadn’t you thought about this before getting to school? Your seatmate pokes your shoulder, and you raise your hand in greeting but don’t bother lifting your head. Too engrossed in ideas of how to find little Amaimon. Your seatmate leans closer, lowering their voice to a whisper.

“So, murder your pussy?”

Your eyes snap open; why does that voice sound familiar? Quickly, you sit up, snapping your head to the left. The person next to you arches an eyebrow, a lollipop dangling from his mouth. “Anything else I can do for you, ______?”

“W-what? Wait. Amaimon?” Your hands start to shake. “You’re alive? Wait, what are you talking about? How do you know me?”

“Hmmm? You’ve been taking care of me the last three months.”

You stare long and hard before it clicks. Mephisto can turn into a white dog. Did that bastard give you his brother? This whole time, you’ve been living with Amaimon. He was there for everything; you said so many things that you would’ve never said to him if you had known he was there.

“You heard everything.” You groan, dropping your head to the table. He had been with you twenty-four-seven for three months. “Yes.”

You don’t even know how to wrap your head around this: the demon that you’ve fallen for, who is supposed to be dead, is alive and has been your pet hamster for the last three months?

Wait, your head snaps up. He’s seen me naked. All the times you’ve changed with him casually sitting in your room.

“Bye.” You stand, but the demon beside you is faster, gripping your wrist and pulling you back into the seat. “Sit down.”

“I suddenly remember I have something important to do.”

“No, you don’t.”

You sink into your chair, having a million questions but too embarrassed to ask any of them. His hand is still wrapped around your wrist. You can’t look at him, which is a shame because, from the one glance you did get, he looks so much better than you remembered.

His grip tightens on your wrist. “You’re not getting away from me. Three months.” He growls in your ear.

Is he angry that you’ve been treating him like a hamster for three months? But Mephisto had told you, you would have been more than happy to take him in knowing the truth.

“I’m sorry-“

Amaimon grips the front of your uniform, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "For three months, while I was trapped in that vessel, unable to act, you’ve been teasing me. Now that I finally have this vessel back, we’re going to make up for those last three months I couldn’t touch you.”

“What?”

“That’s what you want, right?” He leans closer, running his claws along your thigh. “We can go home now. Who cares if we miss a few classes.” Despite his words, his tone makes him sound bored. Honestly, you want nothing more than to jump on him, exclaim your love, and, let’s be honest, let him have his way with you. However, you’re in the middle of a classroom, and this is a shock. “Wait, I need answers. How are you here? Why would Mephisto want me to take care of you for three months? I don’t understand.”

He stares blankly at you and obviously doesn’t care to share all the details with you. “Big brother said I could have my freedom if I follow the rules as a student.”

“Okay, and why were you a hamster in my home for three months?”

He refuses to answer.

Fine. “Leaving class early is against the rules.”

Amaimon pulls away from you and glares. “Also, I’ve got a test in chemistry this afternoon that I can’t miss.”

His glare doesn’t soften; he doesn’t care if you have a test. You’ve been teasing him for three months now.

“If we leave now, you’ll only have gone to one class; I don’t think Mephisto would consider that rule-abiding.”

Still glaring.

“What’s your schedule?”

“We have the same schedule.”

“Huh?”

“Big brother agreed to give me the same schedule as you.”

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Your friends are standing tensely in the hallway, watching Amaimon’s back as he walks to class. “We need to find _____ to warn her Amaimon is back. I know she’s been talking about falling for him, but she thinks he's dead and he’s a stranger to her. There’s no telling if she’ll act like an idiot and get herself killed or be realistic.” Bon takes the position of a leader. “For the lunch break, someone will just have to be outside her classroom waiting for her.”

Shiemi mentions, "When I saw _____ this morning, she looked very upset; she was crying. She told me it would be okay, but her hamster is missing, so she’s really sad today.”

Bon grimaces. “If she’s completely torn up over her hamster. Her actions might reflect that, and she might do something stupid. I wonder if we can keep her oblivious about Amaimon for at least a week.” He clinches his fist.

“So, who should meet her in the classroom.”

“I can.” Bon stands firmly.

Shima throws an arm over Bon’s shoulder. “Aw, gonna be her knight in shining armor? She might even need a hug.”

Bon’s firm expression starts to break as his face reddens. “Shut up, we’re just friends!”

“Yeah, but when she actually meets Amaimon, there’s no way she’d like him. You can swoop in.”

“Shut up,” Bon growls through gritted teeth.

The class before lunch seems to take forever for him; he can barely focus; he has to get to you before you run into Amaimon and get your heart broken.

When the bell finally rings, Bon taps his fingers anxiously, waiting for the teacher to dismiss them. Once he does, Bon jumps from his seat and runs; you’re only a few doors down. He can grab you, and you’ll be safe.

He feels a wave of horror as he spots Amaimon in the doorway of your classroom. Maybe you don’t realize who he is. He’s having to use an alias; he doesn’t know who you are, so he wouldn’t tell you. right? Bon grits his teeth, contemplating the best course of action. Things take a turn for the worse when he realizes Amaimon is speaking to someone. Of course, it’s you.

“______!” Bon runs forward, attempting to put himself between you and Amaimon. “How are you? I thought maybe we could walk to meet everyone together.” He grins, hoping you’re unaware the person behind him is Amaimon.

“Sorry, I know I usually do. But I’ve got plans today.”

Bon watches you closely. You still haven’t referred to him as Amaimon; surely, you’d be really giddy or upset about him turning you down if you were aware. He can still help you. “Neither of us has the class after lunch, right? I heard you lost your hamster. Maybe I could return to your apartment with you to find your hamster during the break?” He suggests, knowing you don’t live that far from campus.

Bon feels a heavy weight in his heart as you shake your head. “Actually, I’m having lunch with him," you say, gesturing discreetly toward Amaimon without mentioning his name. It's clear Bon is aware, and he probably knows you’re aware. But you don’t want to be the first to say it.

Amaimon's eyes narrow into a fierce glare as he forcefully shoves Bon away from you, a protective instinct surging through him. "Don’t get close to her; she’s mine," he growls, lifting his arm, his fist swinging toward Bon with a forceful intent. You instinctively flinch at the sharp sound of their impact, the crack echoing in your ears, but the shock renders you momentarily paralyzed, your heart racing. Bon stumbles back, a look of disbelief mixed with fury etching across his face as he clutches his jaw, grimacing in pain while shooting deadly glares at Amaimon.

Bon is aware that Amaimon is holding back; he assumes that it is because of orders from Mephisto not to hurt other students. He watches, eyes narrowed, as Amaimon grabs your wrist. “Let’s go.”

You glance over your shoulder at Bon; he’s standing and just glaring at Amaimon’s back. Amaimon must not have hit him as hard as it first seemed because Bon is standing straight, tightened fists by his sides.

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“You said you’re supposed to follow the rules.” You’re sitting on a picnic table bench with your back against the table. With his body pressed against yours, he’s basically in your lap at this point. “Big brother didn’t say this was against the rules.” His lips hover over yours for a brief moment before meeting yours. It’s not a sweet, innocent first kiss like you had imagined your first kiss to be. Amaimon’s lips feel warm and insistent, and when his tongue brushes against your lower lip, you freeze, unsure how to react. Without warning, he pulls at your hair, prompting a gasp from you and allowing him entry. The sweetness of candy still lingers on his tongue as it navigates your mouth. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more.

"What the hell are you doing to her?!" You stop in your tracks, recognizing the voice instantly. But Amaimon keeps his grip on you, tugging harshly at your hair to get your attention back. He loosens his hold slightly, giving you a chance to catch your breath, but when you try to sneak a glance at Bon, Amaimon grabs onto your jaw tightly. “Look at me. Only me.”

"Let her go." Bon's voice is cold and firm.

Amaimon releases his grip on your hair and jaw, but he doesn't let you go just yet. You can feel his irritation pulsing off him in waves.

Rin and the others appear behind Bon, all taking defensive students. Rin snaps. "Let her go, or else." Which makes zero sense to you.

“Stop!” You glare at Rin. “What are you even talking about? I’m perfectly fine with this.” Have they been living under a rock? You’ve spoken about Amaimon almost nonstop, and they’re acting surprised you’re in his arms now, and they’re acting like you’re a victim. This is exactly where you’ve wanted to be since seeing the demon king.

Bon snaps at you. “Don’t be stupid! You don’t want to be with him.” He yells. “You’re letting your stupid hormones affect your common sense.”

“I don’t care. There’s nothing wrong with it, as you said, hormones, it’s normal.”

Shima raises a brow. “Wanting to fuck a demon king is definitely not normal.”

Bon turns to Shima. “Seriously? Shut up.”

Shima rolls his eyes. “That’s what you’re talking about.”

You glance at poor Shiemi, who looks like her head might explode. “Stop being vulgar in front of Shiemi.”

Amaimon pulls a lollipop from his pocket and pops it in his mouth. “Let’s go.” He grabs your arm and pulls you away from everyone else.

“______!”

You lift a hand to wave at them without looking back. “I’m more than fine.”

The demon king has you questioning if he’s part succubus as you’re pushed against a random wall, his lips attached to your throat, occasionally leaving small bites. “We shouldn’t be doing this at school.” He hums in agreement. “Yes, let’s go home then.”

“We still have three classes.”

His claws push against your thigh, teasingly moving his hand up your skirt. “But I thought you didn’t want to do this at school?” He whispers in your ear, gently biting it.

As Amaimon's hand trails up your thigh, you can feel yourself blushing and growing more flustered. Again, you give a weak excuse about being in school, but he simply nods and reaches into his pocket. At first, you think he's grabbing another lollipop, but instead, he pulls out a key. "What is the key to?"

“Our apartment.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, deeply; the magical key opens the door to your living room while his hands slowly glide up your skirt, gripping the waistband of your underwear. As you respond to his touch, he suddenly pulls away and drops his hands to his sides. He glances at the door nonchalantly, saying, "If you don't want to." He reaches to close the door, but you quickly stick your foot out to stop it. Your face flushes red with embarrassment. “Are you part succubus? I can miss half a day. But how are you going to explain to Mephisto since you promised him, you’ll be a good student?”

“Having sex with you in our apartment rather than in the hallway is what a student who follows the rules would do.” His lips meet yours once more as he guides you inside, shutting the door with his foot.

“You keep saying ‘our apartment.’”

“Yes, I’ve been living here for the last three months; why wouldn’t it be my apartment?” he questions, shrugging off his blazer and carelessly tossing it onto the couch. His hands immediately find their way back to you as he kicks off his boots, his mouth hot against your throat. He waits, kissing and nibbling your skin until you remove your shoes. But he doesn't give you a chance to switch to indoor shoes. When the shoes are off, he lifts you, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you to your bedroom and drops you on the bed, smirking. “I finally get to murder your pussy.” Your face burns at the reminder once again. You have a feeling he’s not going to let you live that down anytime soon. “Stop.” You whine, covering your face in embarrassment. “I’m going to remind you every time we have sex for the rest of our lives.”

You have many questions about that statement, but bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Amaimon reaches for your blazer, quickly undoing all the buttons and removing the shirt. You aren’t sure how he’s so fast without damaging your clothes, but he’s just as quick in removing the rest of your clothing. “Don’t.” He narrows his eyes as your hands instinctively move to cover your chest. “Why are you acting shy? I’ve seen you like this multiple times,” he reminds you. “I should tie you to this bed for at least a week after how you teased me for three months.”

“That’s not fair; I didn’t know you were the hamster.” You whine, fighting the urge to cover yourself.

“Don’t worry, because you’re a virgin, I won’t tie you down this time.” He stares at you blankly.

“How do you know I’m a virgin?!”

“You told that purple-haired girl you’re going to die a virgin because I was dead.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widened; you had invited Shiemi and Izumo to your house for a small study group, and like always, you were able to get in a few comments about Amaimon. “I was joking.”

“Sure.”

“I was.”

“Right.”

“I was!”

Amaimon shrugs, sitting to your side as he lifts his hands to his shirt, undoing each button. “Okay. It doesn’t matter because I’m going to-”

“If you say what I think you’re about to say, I will kick you.”

“Okay, don’t be that vulgar around another man again; I don’t care if you are talking about me.”

“Another man? Does that mean I can be vulgar with you?”

He raises a brow. “Sure, but you get flustered over that comment; I can’t imagine you will be vulgar with me anytime soon.”

“What? I can totally be vulgar- wait, that sounds weird.” You glance at Amaimon and notice he’s covered his face. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Yes.” Amaimon gets off the bed, dropping the shirt to the floor, along with his pants and underwear.

Your gaze travels across his body. Honestly, you feel your mouth water at the sight of his toned muscles. You let your eyes drop below his waist; your breath hitches in your throat. He’s stunning. Every part of him visible is flawless, and suddenly, you become more aware of your own body. You cover your breasts with one hand while trying to shield your womanhood with the other.

A low growl comes from Amaimon, and you’re pinned to the bed, arms pinned on either side of your head. “I told you not to cover yourself. I will tie your arms.”

“You look perfect, and I look—” you shrug; while you’re not unattractive, it’s difficult to envision anyone else matching his beauty. “Beautiful.” Amaimon leans in, pressing his hardness against your thigh, his face expressionless just before he bends down to kiss you.

You notice something odd behind him when he pulls away from the kiss. “What’s that?”

He blinks, confused by your question.

“That.” You point at it again.

Amaimon glances behind him, not seeing anything. “What is what?”

“Is that your tail?”

“Oh. Yes.”

“Can I touch it?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Amaimon smirks, moving his tail to wrap around your thigh. “Yes, you can touch it.”

Forgetting that you’re naked, you sit up, pushing the demon back. “It’s so cute, I love it.” You reach for the tail, gently running your fingers along it from the base to the tip.

Amaimon humors you and your interest in his tail a moment longer before he pushes you back against the bed, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is intense and passionate and leaves you breathless. Amaimon’s hands roam over your body, his claws gently running along your skin until reaching your breasts; carefully, he palms your breasts, careful not to hurt you with his claws.

He pulls away from the kiss, his lips tracing a path down your neck and over your collarbone, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses and nibbles. He pauses at your breast, swirling his tongue around the areola before taking your hardened nipple into his mouth. The other breast receives the same attention before he moves even lower, pausing at your hips.

With a low growl, Amaimon's hands slid beneath your waist, pulling you closer to his lips. He traced kisses down the length of your thigh, pausing to bite your skin gently. He pauses, glancing up at you with a blank stare as you begin to squirm slightly under him. “What’s wrong _____? Is there something you want?”

When you don’t answer, he parts your thighs, staring long enough that you start to squirm more. “Amaimon, you’re being weird. Don’t just stare at me.” You complain, attempting to close your legs. “Okay.” Using a knuckle, he guides it along your sensitive folds, with his eyes returning to your face.

“Amaimon.” You whine. He’s just barely applying enough pressure so you can feel a bit of pleasure.

“What?”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

He pushes his knuckle a bit past your folds, collecting some of your slick, then bringing it to his face. He keeps eye contact with you, and he licks it clean. “I asked you if there is something you want. Answer me.”

“I want you.”

“You have me.”

“Amaimon!”

“You have to be more specific ______.” He speaks monotone while using his knuckle to collect more of your slick. “Your body is reacting so nicely to me.” He places his knuckle in his mouth. “You taste great.”

“Please.”

He stares, showing no emotions.

“Amaimon.” You groan. “Fine! Please, eat me out.” You quickly cover your face in embarrassment when you realize what you said.

Your face is still hidden when you feel his breath against your entrance. Gently, he opens your legs and presses his mouth against you, sliding his tongue from your opening all the way up to your sensitive nub. Your hands clench the sheets beneath you, your knuckles turning white as you grip them tightly. The sensations are overwhelming, and you cannot hold back crying his name.

Amaimon's eyes are locked onto your face, his expression a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as he continues his ministrations. He enjoys the power he wields over you in this moment. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, alternating between gentle flicks and deep thrusts of his tongue. You can feel the tension inside you coiling like a tight spring about to snap. Unable to bear it much longer, you run your hands through his hair, tugging him closer to him, chasing your pleasure.

Amaimon hums in satisfaction, his tongue lazily flicking against your sensitive nub as he draws out your orgasm.

Finally, the wave of pleasure crashes over you, your body shaking violently as Amaimon's name leaves your lips once more. He lifts his head, his mouth glistening with your arousal. He licks his lips slowly, savoring your taste before leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss.

As you recover from your orgasm, you feel Amaimon's body pressing against yours, his erection still hard and ready. You reach down to touch him, but he stops your hand.

"No," he replies flatly. "I’ve waited three months; I want to be inside you." He leans in for another kiss, “Are you ready?” He whispers against your lips, running his erection against your folds for lubrication.

You glance down at his member before looking back into his eyes. He’s not small, and you’re worried about pain. “You’ll be gentle, right?”

“For your first time? Yes.”

He lowers his head, bringing you into another passionate as his erection slowly enters you; the sensation is intense but not painful. Amaimon's lips are gentle as he nips your lower lip and kisses you more tenderly. “Does it hurt?” He braces himself, not wanting to move until you’re comfortable. “No, it’s okay.”

Slowly, he starts to move within you, his thrusts steady and deep. As he continues his ministrations, Amaimon's golden gaze never leaves yours, his movements slow and deliberate. Watching carefully to make sure you’re still comfortable before increasing the pace.

As the intensity of his thrusts increases, you pull him closer, your arms wrapped tightly around his body. “Amaimon, faster.”

"Faster?" he repeats. "Is that what you want?" His eyes locked onto yours, his golden gaze burning into your soul.

"Yes!" you gasp, your heart pounding in your chest. "Faster!"

Amaimon complies, his hips moving with a fierce intensity that takes your breath away. With each thrust, the tension builds until it feels like it may burst. You hold onto his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as you arch your back to meet his movements.

He keeps his eyes locked with yours while moving his hand between you, mindful of his sharp claws. He uses a knuckle to stimulate your clit, the sensation combined with him being inside you is what pushes you over the edge.

You cry out his name as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your body shakes as he continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent.

As you moan with pleasure, Amaimon watches your face intently. He tightens his grip on your hips and thrusts into you more forcefully, feeling his own release approaching. His teeth graze against your neck, and he bites down. The sharp feeling of pain from his bite is mixed with the pleasure from your last orgasm; you dig your nails into his back at the feeling.

With a deep growl, Amaimon shuts his eyes, and his muscles tense before releasing inside of you. He holds onto you tightly until the sensation passes.

You both lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow. Amaimon's golden eyes soften as he gazes at your flushed face. He pulls out of you carefully, concerned about any discomfort it might cause.

“Are you okay?" he asks, gently stroking your hair away from your face.

You nod, unable to speak momentarily as you catch your breath. "So, that was fun," you manage to say, a smile playing on your lips.

Amaimon gives you a deadpan stare. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

You sit up, slightly wobbly, and reach for a tissue to clean up. "Thanks for being gentle," you glance around the room awkwardly, unsure what to do now.

“You should rest; I won’t be as gentle next time.”

“Next time?”

“Tonight, if you get some rest now.”

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #blue exorcist x reader #blue exorcist fanfiction #amaimon #amaimon x reader #amaimon x oc #amaimon ao no exorcist #amaimon blue exorcist #mephisto pheles #i love amaimon #amaimon smut #ao no exorcist smut #blue exorcist smut

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robinofgothamcity · 4 months ago

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“I just killed a man, she’s my alibi.”

Character: Jonathan Crane / DC

Authors Note: guy, I’m such a slut for Jonathan, as all of you can tell lmfao. Anyway, here’s a blurb for him bc i clearly cannot stop writing for him! Again, not checked for spelling or grammar errors. Also, i think my crush on cillian also contributes to this obsession i have with Jonathan

Being a vigilante had to be one of the hardest parts of your life. Every time a crime happened in Gotham, you were one of the first to be called to be questioned. You really had no idea why Batman or his group of annoying superheroes were always so interest in you being at the center of any crime. You wondered if maybe there was an underlying reason but every time you questioned them, they gave you a flat answer.

Tonight’s crime had been done by two face and gang of gremlins and although you thought that the crime was funny, you immediately knew that Batman was going to hunt you down for it.

“Did Harvey really need to do this tonight?” You asked Jonathan and Edward as you took another swig of your wine, “I was actually enjoying this outing but I can assure you Batman is going to question me as soon as I walk out of here”. Edward couldn’t help but chuckle as he could tell that you were no longer in the mood to drink. “Have you ever thought that it could be because Batman or his group of idiots want you on their side? I mean, you are one of the few vigilantes that can control the supernatural.”

You thought for a moment, wondering if Edward had a point.

“As if, she’s not stupid enough to join them,” Jonathan replied. You gave him a look, “I mean, you’re right but can I be the one to say that?” You said as you looked back to Edward, “I really don’t see why they’d need me. They have enough magic to last them a lifetime so I doubt I’d be useful. Plus, who else would be here to be a pain in your asses if I ran off with the Justice League?”

Not a second after the three of you walked out of the bar you noticed Batman sitting on top of your motorcycle with a smirk sitting on his face.

“Good evening to you Batman, came to bother me?” You asked as you perched yourself onto the bike to look up at the caped crusader. Jonathan felt his eye twitch in annoyance as he could tell that stupid charming personality that Batman had very much worked on you without any real effort, “Is it bothering if I came to question you? There was an attempted robbery Gotham Bank and you were very close to the scene.”

You couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically.

“It is bothering me considering I’ve been with these idiots all night, you can check the camera footage if you don’t believe me,” you smugly as you pointed back to Jonathan and Edward. They gave you a look of annoyance as Jonathan stepped up next to you, “She was nowhere near that moron tonight so you can go ahead and leave us alone,” Jonathan stated as he put his hand on your shoulder.

You stared at him wondering where this genuine look of anger came from. Jonathan didn’t get angry very easily but whenever he did, it was never for something this small. It took a lot of make him upset and with the small interaction with the bat, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something that you were missing to make him that angry.

“Sorry bat, I really was with them. If you want, you can check with Harvey and ask him about his whereabouts,” you replied not really in the mood to be dealing with the same game he always played when questioning you. Batman clicked his tongue as he looked to Jonathan, “would you like to state something? Or you Edward?” Edward put his hands up in defense as Jonathan pushed you farther back to look at Batman,” the girl already told you she was not near Dent or his goons so get to work bat.”

You and Edward started laughing as you watched Jonathan continue to stare him down.

“Come on you big scary man, you don’t need to end up in Arkham tonight,” you whispered to Jonathan as you tapped your fingers on his shoulder. He sighed realizing you were right and walked away from the hero as you gave Edward your keys as a silent indication to take it back to your place.

There wasn’t many times where Jonathan was mad at you but you realized that your interaction with Batman was the primary reason to Jonathan’s anger. You and Jonathan were very close when it came to having partners in the underworld of Gotham but this was the first time that you could see Jonathan’s anger practically boiling over.

“Okay, now that they’re both gone, want to explain why you were about to fight the strongest hero in Gotham?” You asked as you put your hands in your shorts, expecting an answer. He rolled his eyes not wanting to give you a reason but he knew you’d keep pestering him about it if he didn’t give you one, “Is there something going on with you and that moron?” He asked very straight forwardly.

“Me and Batman? First of all, absolutely not. Jonathan, you’re smart of enough to realize that on your own so what would give you that impression?” You asked. He gave you a dry laugh as you pushed you up against a random building, his thumb and index finger pinching your face, “It doesn’t take an idiot to realize that Batman wanted more than that interaction from you and you’re smart enough to realize that sweetheart.”

This time, it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Even if he wanted something more, I’m not going to play justice league today or ever and you know that Jonathan,” you replied as you grabbed the hand that was holding your face and stroked it gently, “Jonathan, if I really wanted to make you jealous, I’d do it with someone more worth my time,” you added on.

Jonathan couldn’t help but laugh as he stared at you with this evil glint in his eyes, “well, I’m glad you know your worth,” he replied as you laid a hardening kiss on his lip, “well, I’m slightly disappointed that you doubted me,” you pouted dramatically.

“Sweetheart, you know that game does not work on me so let’s just forget this little interaction happened and we can go back to my place and finish that last bottle of wine that you didn’t get too last week.”

“Sounds like a great idea Dr.Crane,” you replied as you gave him a wink.

#dc #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc comics #dc fic #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane imagine #jonathan crane #Jonathan crane x you #scarecrow x you #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow

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knyontop · 2 months ago

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Haiii!! After years I’ve decided to make another request!! >_< can I request a platonic yandere ticci Toby x Shy!traumatized child reader? I feel like he’d need someone to take care of because after he lost Lyra he’d probably feel messed up. And seeing Reader makes him want to protect and keep them! (But very yandere like)-🎀(I’m back once again!!)

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OFC! So happy to see you again 🎀anon! Your requests always excite me <3

Creepypasta x shy!child reader.

Ft: Ticci Toby, and our amazing, handsome, beautiful, reader.

Tw: obsessive behavior, forced affection, smothering, gore, violence, harsh “teasing” aka bullying, guilt tripping.

Toby:

・he is ALWAYS around you.

・there is not a time where your are alone, cus, your just a little kid! Your weak and you need him! (Not as much as he needs you.)

・he always reminds you your beneath him, but its just sibling teasing dont get mad :(

・AND ESPECIALLY DONT LEAVE HIM.

・he cant loose another sibling, not again.

・Toby refuses to lose another sibling, thats why hes all over you and around you all the time so you dont slip away.

・hes some mentally ill, clingy, young adult with a poor traumatized kid who wants nothing then to be with there mom..

・he tries to make you forget about your mom, but when you dont, he gets permission from Slender to kill her!

・sorry kid.. you just need to let her go, let go of your past life you have him and this new life!

・but most importantly you have him, your mom wasn’t even a good fighter anyway she was more pathetic then you!

・dont take that to heart of course, hes just joking…

・he guilt trips you a lot, saying how bad his life was and making you feel bad for him, unfortunately your just a kid who doesn’t understand hes taking advantage of your innocence.

・Toby is also not just always around you, but most of the time hes smothering you in unwanted affection.

・his hand on your head, hand around your shoulder, hugging you, resting his elbow on your head sense your much shorter.

・and your to scared to fight back, to tell him your uncomfortable with it.

・your just a kid.

・and Toby doesn’t seem so bad… he clearly loves you right? This is just what siblings do?

・hes done a good job with confusing you.

・Toby loves you in a sick and possessive way, he would rather have his soul taken then be parted from you.

・your face looks just like Lyra…

・it drives him insane.

・Toby has mood swings to, sometimes hes smothering you in affection or hes yelling at you for scooting away from him.

・Toby does not like you hanging around the others, Masky finds you useless, Hoodie is using you, Kate doesn’t care aboit you, only him.

・hes the one who loves you, who protects you, cant you at least repay him?

・ungrateful brat…

・sometimes your ungrateful brat and the others your his precious baby sibling.

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Hope you like this! I didn’t mean to keep this rotting in my inbox for so long lmfao…

#🎀 anon #🎀anon my beloved #creepypasta x child reader #yandere platonic #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #yandere ticci toby #platonic yandere creepypasta #yandere creepypasta #platonic creepypasta #platonic yandere #child reader #ticci toby x child reader

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lambilegs · 6 months ago

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modern!au lee harker headcanons (part two)

finds those asmr vids like get ready for me before bed really relaxing and sometimes listens to them when she's tossing and turning

she does extensive research on her autism all the time LMAOOO

same with if she catches a cold and has some physical symptom -- she'll sink into a wormhole of diseases and get so nervous :((

organizes spotify playlists through blunt genre titles lol (ex. "pop," "indie," eventually caves and makes a playlist for you that's just your name)

she secretly listens to pinkpantheress and charli xcx

always has the sound block setting on her airpods/earphones

definitely listens to podcasts on her drives, which are usually about international ongoings, history, mythology or folklore. I feel like she might also be into psychology/sociology podcasts, esp when she wants to do some research/reflection on smth regarding herself (mommy issues)

is extremely perceptive and good at detecting scams in her DMs, and sometimes tries to take it into her own hands and investigate who's doing it 😭😭

online shops to death. she fucking hates malls LMAOOOO

secretly loves those apps where you can raise a little pet and take care of it + its growth through games

LOVESSS DERRY GIRLS -- catholic humour absolutely fucking kills her LMAOOO

definitely loves playing little games on her phone, whether she's bored, wants to work her brain and/or is anxious and needs distraction. these range from puzzle games, to virtual scrabble, to hidden clues games, to those word-type (?? idk what these are called I'm sorry LOL) games

doesn't take many pics on her phone apart from scenery and/or aesthetic places. I feel like she'd find those really cool, and would definitely have an album dedicated to them. or also just weird/interesting stuff she sees in public, like street art, or public posters. isn't big on taking pictures of food, and only really takes pictures of people she's superrrr close to. otherwise, she feels too uncomfortable taking pictures with/of people she's still learning to navigate socially with

OH AND SPEAKING OF SELFIES LMFAO probably feels SO fucking uncomfortable and awkward taking them, so a lot of the pictures her close friends have of her are candid and when she wasn't focusing. even if she does catch them in the middle of it, she probably doesn't bother to fake a smile, which results in lots of straight-faced pictures of her (hot)

when she's with people she's not comfortable with, she'll probably force on a tight-lipped, very unnatural sort of smile. but, sometimes, when she's in a silly mood with people she's close to, I can see her hitting the 😛 blep or a faux-smoulder (probably is high when she does)

probably loved shows like totally spies when growing up, finding the investigations so interesting and loving to see girls as spies (both for lesbian reasons and future-fbi-agent reasons LOL)

probably didn't get a phone till a bit older than her peers, due to her mom struggling to afford one. but, it was okay, since she probably also didn't feel super inclined to it, and was more into reading and taking photos as a child. was never, and still isn't, into the social aspect of technology, so never really felt excited or wanting for a phone

#s.writing #lee harker x reader #lee harker #lee harker fanfiction #longlegs fanfiction

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mirage-aera · 1 year ago

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HI! I’m new to requesting so I’m sorry if this sounds weird

Could you do sodo with an s/o who’s all cutesy and soft? Like they look like complete opposites yet they’re inseparable and everyone around them is so confused on how this even happened lmfao

Pure fluff though!

Thanks!<3

Anon I realise I am so so late with your request I’m sorry about that, I truly am. If you’re still waiting for it then sorry for the wait but here it is, happy (early) new year folks!

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

Sodo x fem!ghoulette!Reader

Synopsis: The fellow ghouls and ghoulettes have come to realise why you and Sodo fit so well together even though you’re opposites.

Word count: 992

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Whenever fellow ghouls and ghoulettes see the two of you together, a certain question pops up in their minds. How the actual fuck are you two a couple? Sodo… is well Sodo. Grumpy, sometimes a bit mean, doesn’t give a flying fuck, and on top of that has a short temper. And then you have you, a gentle soul, always smiling, and willing to set aside your own needs to tend to others’ needs. There have been multiple occasions where they have approached you to ask how you even ended up with Sodo and tolerated his fiery personality. You would always wave them off and laugh, telling them it’s a story for another time.

Currently Swiss is pissing off Sodo. He’s already curing a headache and Swiss’ teasing is not helping. “Come on man! Tell us already! It’s been at least a year since you’ve hooked up-” Sodo glares at him and interrupts him, “not hooking up. We are dating, there’s a difference.” Swiss laughs, “fine. It’s been at least a year since you started dating and we still don’t know how that happened. Can’t you tell us by now?” Sodo can feel his patience, which is already quite small, slipping. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Swiss I swear on Satan, drop it. I’m not in the mood for your questions.” Rain chuckles, “he does have a point Sodo. It has been a year and you still haven’t told us.” Sodo sighs, done with this conversation. “If you’re so curious why don’t you ask (Y/n)? I’m sure she would love to tell you.” He says curtly. This time Phantom cuts in, “we have tried! She won’t tell us either! Saying it’ll be a story for a later time.” Sodo groans, wishing they’d just drop it. “Guys really. Shut up. I’ll tell you next time.” Mountain raises an eyebrow, “and when is next time?” Sodo feels every fiber in his being snap. He stands up abruptly and waves his arms around angrily, “JUST SHUT UP!” He laughs a bit maniacally, “I’m going to kill the next fucking person I see. I swear to Satan!” The room turns silent after his outburst. They stare at him with wide eyes. They didn’t think he’d snap like this at them, yet again it’s Sodo. He has a lot of anger in him. He opens his mouth to insult them some more when suddenly an all-familiar voice rings throughout the room.

“Hi!! Hello Sodo! I’m so happy to see you! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” His whole body freezes at your voice. You do sound very happy to see him. The whole room bursts into laughter as you look on with confusion and Sodo looking very sheepish. He whips around and gives you an awkward smile. “Hey! Hey, oh my Satan! Oh my Satan… what’s going on? Did you need something?” You grin at him, “yeah! I knitted you a sweater. I wanted you to try it on! See if it fits and if you like it!” He sighs but continues smiling, finding your antics cute. “Okay, come here then.” You skip happily over to him and hand it to him. You hand it over enthusiastically and he pulls it over his head. You give him a good one over, slightly checking him out in the meantime. You smile happily, “it’s perfect! Don’t you think so?” He chuckles, “yes it’s perfect, my ember.” Suddenly an impulsive thought runs through your mind.

“Wow!! I’m so happy to see you, Sodo!” Before he can retort and say something endearing in return he sees you reaching your hands out to his face and squishing his cheeks. “Wababababa babaab- ahhh~” You let out silly sounds with a smile reaching your eyes. The whole room has their jaw dropped to the floor. If any of them tried to do that to Sodo they would be met with a solid punch to the gut. But here they are, watching Sodo smile happily back at you while you’re squishing his cheeks, both of your tails swishing around happily. Eventually, you stop your activity and return your hands to your side. You notice the other ghouls staring at you two with a dumbfounded look. Swiss is the first to speak up, “okay. Now we really need to know. How the fuck did this,” he motions to you both, “happen.” You laugh, “I did this,” you say while making squishing gestures with your hands, “when he was upset. Then we found out we’re mates, now we’re inseparable. Where he goes I follow and vice versa.” Their jaws drop again. Sodo smirks and shakes his head. You have the fireball wrapped around your finger. “I don’t mind it.” He says, mainly directed to you.

Phantom walks up to Sodo with a smirk, hands outreached. He notices and glares at him, “try it and I’ll punt you back to hell.” Phantom freezes as his tail drops. He puts his hands up, “fine fine! Clearly, you only don't mind when she’s the one doing it.” Sodo rolls his eyes, “obviously.” You burst out in laughter at his defensiveness. He turns to look at you and can’t help but break out in a smile. Yeah, he really is wrapped around your finger. He can’t help but smile when you are happy. The happy signals you bring over the bond will forever keep him happy. It lets him know that you’re okay and it brings him relief. Once your laughter dies down you look at them all, “now you know how this happened between us. So please stop bugging Sodo about it, for your own good.” You chuckle. He groans at your words but knows it’s true. Every time they brought it up it annoyed him to no end. Just because you're polar opposites, it doesn’t mean it can’t happen. If there’s a spark, the bond will find its way eventually.

#ghost #ghost x reader #ghost band #ghost band x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost the band x reader #sodo #sodo x reader #dew x reader #dew #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul #the band ghost

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ai-megurine · 10 months ago

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HOTD S2 episode 2 "Rhaenyra the Cruel" reaction

• This OST! Djamin Rawadi is a god

• Can we appreciate Aegon's friends? Staying with him despite the state of madness he's in and closing the door to make sure he has some privacy

• oh so that shot of Aemond was him realising that he was the target!!!!

• I'm sorry I'm not that sympathetic to Alicent's tears? I just wish we could see more of Helaena grieving. I love the dress though

• ALICENT B&C IS NOT ABOUT YOU

• Otto shut up.

• Get Tom an Emmy, an Oscar and every single award in the world. His "what?" of disbelief to Otto stuck with me, dunno why

• In love with Larys' entrance. No one notices him until he speaks, he's in the background. Perfectly suits him

• "Bitch Queen of bastards" lmfao

• Love that the Council is shutting up and just letting Aegon rant. They're all scared of him in a way

• Who knew I'd ever be happy to see Larys?

• "I'll kill him myself" feed him to Sunfyre pls. Or Shrykos

• Aegon losing it every time Otto speaks is such a mood

• Jasper Wylde has a lign! Who knew.

• "We know our enemy!" with the little hand thingy was funny, I'm sorry

• Tyland!!

• "you're already seen as weak" oh fuck you Otto

• Why would anyone think that Rhaenys committing mass murder means Rhaenyra should be Queen???

• Aegon "my little son's body" broke me.

• Alicent calling Aegon "my darling" was sweeter than I thought.

• oh so Helaena can be a spectacle but not you??

• HELAENA MY LOVE

• LET ME HUG YOU

• DAEMON WHEN I CATCH YOU

• BALERION HIMSELF COULDN'T PROTECT YOU

• Oh my lord she's holding Jaehaerys' clothes 😭😭😭

• She's grief personified I can't breathe

• Phia is an angel

• THE TEAR ON HER CHEEK

• AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH the "I don't want them closer I don't know them" breaks me. She's my angel, I will fight the world for you

• ALICENT WHO CARES YOU'RE BANGING COLE. IT HASN'T BEEN 24 HOURS SINCE JAEHAERYS DIED

• "This is for my boy" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

• The toy horse 😭😭😭😭

• The music is so good

• (when did they have the time to make all the uniforms and banners??? Sewing ladies have been doing overtime)

• Blood IMMEDIATELY giving up all the information was low-key funny but it really showcases who he is. A big bully who uses his strength to hurt people weaker than hip (women and children) but the second he's caught? He folds like a coward.

• Lmfao Larys' face. Even he was like "damn dude I didn't even start"

• Who the fuck is the herald? I thought Otto would be the one doing this

• OH MY GOD THEY SEWED THE HEAD BACK?????

• ANGEL, BABY, I LOVE YOU

• DAEMON I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

• The little circlet on his bead 😭😭😭😭

• why barn owls on the shroud? I mean it's Helaena and she's flawless so I like it anyway

• So the death of Jaehaerys has FINALLY been acknowledged as kinslaying as well

• Blood's face when he understands that Aegon is coming and that it's going to be painful

• Noooooo, I wanted more pain for Blood

• Oh no my girl being so overwhelmed. She's in pain 😭😭😭

• Oh Rhaenyra's reaction to B&C

• I mean why wouldn't they accuse you? Like? Bestie? Who would it profit to kill Aegon's heir?

• Is Daemon actually smirking???? This man istg

• Rhaenys immediately knew, this woman is too good for these people

• Rhaenyra's realisation

• "Killing it"??? IT???? WOMAN.

• DON'T YOU FUCKING LAUGH. If you felt any ounce of remorse, you would be screaming in rage about it

• "you have wounded me" BESTIE A CHILD DIED WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR STANDING

• JFC the way she reacted when he broke that glass!!! She's obviously scared, it's definitely not the first time.

• Emma the actor that you are. Rhaenyra looks ready to rip Daemon's head with her bare teeth (which she should do, it would be iconic)

• You are a monster dude

• Oooh that silence

• "because of your virtue" hshshsjsj

• Bestie Viserys named Rhaenyra heir out of grief and guilt

• "You're pathetic" is so iconic, love it

• Baela exists! That coat is atrocious though

• So no risking Jace but Baela is fair game huh? Bitch (and I don't even like Baela). Good scene though

• Behold, Daemon runs away from his family

• HELAENA STILL DOESN'T HAVE A GUARD???? WHAT???? AEGON HAS TWO HE COULD SPARE ONE

• Oh god her and Aegon. Grieving, broken, but unable to connect. I feel like she wanted to reach out in the stairs, but he runs away because he's on the verge of breaking down and be can't have that in public.

• The nodding???

• NOOO THE BED

• I mean, I know it's better but

• Oh god the mattress covered in blood

• The juxtaposition with Rhaenyra being with her son is heartbreaking. The way she realises that this is what Helaena lost, that Jaehaerys was that age

• ALICENT STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU BANGING COLE NO ONE CARES

• Also Cole should be guarding Helaena and Jaehaera

• The religious trauma of consensual sex

• I wished the Alicole storyline would take less screen though, I mean good for them but that mess of a relationship shouldn't overshadow Helaegon's doomism and greek tragedy right now

• Cole needs to stop beefing with the rest of the world, Arryk isn't responsible for it

• Love Arryk for calling out Cole

• LMFAO THE OTHER KINGSUARDS NOPPING OUT. Valid ngl

• YOU'RE MAD SER. Love him

• Cole's hypocrisy is a delight. He's a terrible person, but he's so interesting

• Why don't they use poison though

• Laenor being mentioned? Neat. Him teaching the boys about fishing and Sea Shanty is pretty fun

• Damn that scene is actually good!! A shame I couldn't care less about Baela and Rhaena

• Oh so that's the famous brothel scene?

• Aemond's mummy issues on fill display 🙏🏻

• I love the relationship between him and the madame ngl. Like I know he pays her for it but her gentleness with him seems to be at least partially genuine. Her facial expression when he doesn't look at her are pretty telling

• Hugh Hammer the return! Fuck if I care but hey, I'm not against them developing the Dragonseeds. I wish Nettles was around too. I guess Hugh will join TB after his family's death? Or he'll be a spy for TG? Dunno

• So we know Baela ends up with Alyn, and he looks so much bigger and older than her 😭 Like it makes sense but DAMN

• I genuinely cannot begin to care about Corlys to save my life

• WAIT RHAENYRA DIDN'T KNOW WHO MYSARIA WAS???? THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

• Mysaria being a good character wasn't on my bingo card but I don't dislike it

• Seasmoke following Addam around like a lost puppy is so funny to me. Also his sounds are so cute. I guess Laenor died off screen?

• The focus on the smallfolk is great. It reminds me of Varys' quote about the smallfolk always being the one to suffers.

• Cheese didn't suffer enough and I wish that dog a very nice "find a better owner"

• "Oh, I had them hanged" is so fucking funny.

• Otto is right, though. Like, this was a terrible idea.

• Ooooh mentioning Jaehaerys was a dumb move. You should Aegon isn't going to be rational about it

• Aegon, you can show strength by, you know, USING YOUR DRAGON. Honestly a public execution of Blood would have been better

• Otto's "wtf" face is so funny. I love him. Tom and Rhys are carrying this entire episode. Phia too, but she's less present

• Otto, do you REALLY think Aegon gives a single fuck about Viserys???

• Otto being fired for upteenth time is so funny. This man files for unemployment every three weeks

• Otto's last act of defiance was great

• Yeah, Mysaria isn't exiting the show

• Oh, that's how she'll stay

• Elinda Massey exists!

• I'm glad they didn't make Rhaenyra fight Arryk like some believed. It makes much more sense for her to be genuinely scared for her life. Like, Arryk is a grown ass man in armour and literally one of the best knights of his time

• They deserved better

• Otto unknowingly dissing his daughter's bf right in front of her was peak irony.

• "Petty revenge"? A FOUR YEAR OLD CHILD WAS DECAPITATED

• FUCK YOU ALICENT. Your son isn't "valuable", he's YOUR SON

• DAERON MENTION!!!!!!!! VICTORY!!!!!!!!

• The generational trauma of zero communication 🙏🏻

• Aegon sobbing and breaking down

• Nooooooooooo

• My love

• Let me hug you

• He's so beautiful

• A fallen angel

• CRISTON LEGIT SITTING ON HER BED WAS SO FUNNY LIKE WHAT

• HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING

• ALSO WHO IS GUARDING HELAENA

Conclusion :

Tom is a god, Phia is an angel, I will start a cult for Ramin Djawadi. The acting in general was top notch, but Tom and Phia have ascended to god-like.

Helaegon's doomism and Greek tragedy will be my death, I love them your honour.

The focus on the smallfolk was very good, and I hope they do it for both sides.

#helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #helaegon #anti daemon targaryen #hotd s2 #hotd season 2 #hotd spoilers #hotd 2x02 #otto hightower #anti team black #anti rhaenyra #just to be safe #blood and cheese #jaehaerys targaryen #prince jaehaerys

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insideliascrazyhead · 6 months ago

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Sannoh Rengokai´s instagram shenaningans remix Sleepy Lion is actually a baby snake?!

Sooo I will keep the explenation short.I got a request to do some social media au for my fic.So here it is!Enjoy<3

Ice:Yo slutz!Take a fucking guess what I found?!

Sara:That party was legendary

Jesse:Hey,my husband!I gotta clutch my pearls at that shock....

Ice:Nah,bro.He loves me more.

Jesse:Whatever go fuck yourself as the only one Cobra fucks is me.

Dan:I still nearly vomit at the thought of that nasty ass hangover.

Yamaro:You´re weak.

Cobra:That was hilarious.

Dan:Yeah,you laugh Cobra!At least I learned a lesson that night! Cobra:Entertain me? Naomi:Us all please I need a god laugh...

Dan:That I´m a emotional people pleaser.More exactly a woman pleaser.

Cobra:No Dan.I´m a woman pleaser,you´re a lonely guy that was full of vomit.

Tetsu:You got Jesse though?

Jesse:Open relationship.At least when it comes to the sexual stuff

Yasushi:Hey Tsukasa guess what? Tsukasa:Yasushi I swear take your nasty paws away from my father or I will kill you dead!

Hyuga:So you and Cobra whore around

Rocky:No slut shaming only slut encouraging,but yeah

Jesse:Tsukasa log out.

Jesse:When I would do all the hella kinky shit Cobra´s into I would be dead...

Yasushi;Oh how I love this shit.Tsukasa I swear I´m gonna be your step dad soon.

Fujio:You got Kiyoshi.

Kiyoshi:So,Yasushi and your dad´s could easily use a fortht!

Sara:Heart eyes motherfuckers.

Cobra:Where on earth do you get those?

Sara:I´m a hoarder for media evidence.

Tsukasa:Why do they look like they went to a fucking LMFAO concert?

Yamasto:Drugs.

Cobra:Yamato!

Jesse:Stop it you fucking prick. Yamato:I´m sorry I mean PartySmarties,DiscoMints etc....

Rocky:Where did yall put Tsukasa then? Jesse:Granny´s house for the weekend.He get´s spoiled.We get fucked up on a rave.

Murayama:Cobra-chan and techno? Tetsu:Fuck yeah when he´s wasted enough he can listen to everything.

Naomi:I saw him poledance to Taylor Swift

Yamato:Hah.Weak.I saw him twerk to orchestra!

Rocky:I will pay you whatever you want for that video

Hyuga:Whatever Discoboy is bidding I double it!

Jesse:„Take that fucking thing outta my face or I will choke you till you´re dead!“

Tetsu:Cobra.Not in the mood.

Cobra:Fucking stalker

Jesse:Yeah,you´re fucking your stalker

Yasushi:Then whack your weasle from now on,I will marry Cobra.

Cobra:Not even in my worst nightmare.But the crazy kid is right,you´re whacking your weasle from now on.

Tsukasa:Yasushi,go and touch some fucking grass

Noboru:Cobra doesn´t have a crazy people fetish.

Yamato:No.He´s the crazy one in this relationship.

Chiharu:No.Really???

Yamato:Once when someone tried to rob the gas station Cobra dowsed both of them in gasoline.Took out a cigarette and told that guy he should run,if he doesn´t want Cobra to blow the entire gas station up.

Hyuga:That´s hilarious.

Fujio:Something Yasushi would do.

Shidaken:No way!That´s insanely suicidal.

Yasushi:Nah,I´m not suicidal.The world would be a better place without me and that´s exactly why I have to keep on living.

Fujio:Weirdly motivational

Jesse:Sleeping beauty.

Murayama:Now that´s what I come here for!

Hyuga:That´s borderline pornographic

Jesse:What?I didn´t even upload our sex tape! Yamato…. Ice:Exmotherfuckingscuseme?!

Sara:He´s showing chesticals for locals in heat.

Yasushi:This man so hot I´m pissing steam bitch

Cobra:Im not sleeping im dead leave flowers then go fuck yourself

Jesse:a dead person wouldn´t kick me outta the bed four fucking times with the way u move in ur sleep

Cobra:at least i don´t snore as loud as a chainsaw

Jesse:I don´t.You´re mean!Meanie Mouse!

Tsukasa:My bed vibrates fromn ur snoring old man

Jesse:grounded

Fujiio:You do though.I once thought it´s an earthquake

Jesse:Fujio you´re grounded too.

Fujio:You can do that?He can´t.Right?Cobra-san!

Murayama:Skipped to Itokan to visit Cobra-chan and look who I found!Sleepy-Lion/Baby snake! Leopard fur and cupcakes!That´s such a adorable remix of Cobra-chan and * ewww * Jesse

Fujio:Gotta go and buy a wedding ring!

Jesse:*clutching my pearls and dramatically wiping away a tear* Yasushi:Why he so relaxed tho?!Sannoh Stoner Squad?

Tsukasa:No.I´m just relaxed when you´re not around to force my will to live to jump from Oya´s roof.

Murayama:No Sleepy Lion No Rude Boying down the roof!

Kiyoshi:What´re you gonna do bout it old man? Shibaman:Lean over the railing and scream Tsukasa come back!

Rocky:I get that Cobra wants his genetics out there,looking like he does.But why Jesse?! Hyuga:How you know the kid won´t turn out ugly like Jesse tho?Made with love and not a quick nut?!Jesse probably takes two minutes in bed and I´m being generous here.

Kizzy:Rocky´s right tho.Cobra?Sexy.Jesse?Not so much.Cobra?Beautiful!Jesse low key ugly.

Ice:it´s crazy that Jesse didn´t scare baby Tsukasa to death with his ugly mug

Yamato:Okay can we move on now.I got it.Jesse looks so ugly that he should hide his face till halloween so he gonna scare the kids better.

Jesse:Low blow bro! Sara:The only one that´s blowing´s Cobra.

Noboru:most kids should be swallowed and not concived anyways.Not Tsukasa tho,he´s an angel and we´re thrilled to have him.

Naomi:Cobra´s treat now that he goes to therapy!Text wouldn´t fit on a cupcake. Cobra:Gonna take em anti sad bitch skittles like candy now.

Ice:Swollowing pills like candy will keep your grippy sock vaccation away!

Hyuga:Or cause him to loose the last marble and send him straight to the nut house! Chiharu:We´re gonna miss you Cobra-san.

Tetsu:Don´t forget us in there with your new friends.

Dan:What friends his hand he´s gonna start talking to? Cobra:Relax you drama queens.I ain´t gonna go to the nut house before I killed all three of you too avoid going to jail:)

Yamato:Hey,at least Noboru studied law for like two minutes!He can recommand a lawyer!

Yasushi:You know what they say about crazy guys,they´re the best in bed!

Hyuga:Yeah wait and see Cobra in the padded cell making boats outta popsicle sticks

Rocky:Miss thing....Too much.Hyuga,too much.

Cobra:It´s crazy i don´t snort glue around yall crazy bastards.

Yamato:You´re grumpy today.What´s the matter? Sara:Easy.Didn´t get laid in a while.

Yasushi:I´m available.

Murayama:I´m not gonna say I´m judging.All I say is I understand.

Tsukasa:I am judging tho.Heavily.Fuck you Yasushi.

Cobra:Had a beautiful trip to Oya today!Guess what I found!Murayama!Wanna explain what fun game yall where playing? Dan:of course first time Cobra posts anything it´s to cause drama

Tetsu:Or a gang war!

Murayama:Cobra-chan nooooo

Murayama:also to my defence i never heard of part time stakes...

Todoroki:Cobra never said the name of the game.

Fujio:Woah!What´s that?And why am I not on it? Nakaoka:Better question.Why do yall bid on the Yasu-kiyo jerks? Furuya:Cause they´re crazy enough to fight a crackhead and stab him with his own spoon

Yasushi:When Kiyoshi the bitch that he is got stabbed by a chick

Kiyoshi:Most beautiful day of my life.

Hyuga:That Yasushi kid is my kinda bitch.A bone to pick and not a fucking care in the world.?Oh yeah.Oya!That kids Daruma now.

Tsukasa:That was when all the factions fought er who will take over the full timers Fujio.

Shibaman:Also why does every photo taken look good as fuck.Even Yasushi.And that almost had me gagging.Exept Kiyoshi...

Yasushi:You can stop gagging when you don´t deep throat Todoroki´s dick! Tsuji:Kiyoshi kinda looks like he´s yerking his chicken.

Fujio:Murachi!Long story short the others will kill you...

Todoroki:Guys we´re not that ghetto.We´re not gonna kill anyone. Yasushi:Speak for yourself,sugar tits.The night´s still young and I´m craving violence.

Cobra:Man you gotta be the wet dream of every psychiatrist who enjoys a challenge huh?

Tsukasa:That treassure is hanging in Yamato´s garage.Thought I share this beauty with the world.

Fujio:I love this!Noboru looks ready to tap out as soon as Yamato looses conciousness.

Yamato:I was only attacked by this feral squirrel you call a father when I was seated.Other wise that garden gnome would´ve needed a ladder to even have eye contact with me.

Cobra:Seated because you we´re eating.If you continue Naomi´s gotta feed you with a pitchfork.

Yamato:At least I eat like a normal human being!Not only cupcakes and tequila.

Jesse:I saw him once eat fruitloops,with marshmallows,candy and beer cause we we´re outta milk

Noboru:That´s nasty man

Kiyoshi:Hey!Yasushi does that with energy drinks! Yasushi:I also use energy drinks instead of water for coffee.Your point. Todoroki:That explains everything

Rocky:I love how Cobra and Jesse are in a relationship for years and have a kid together when this photo exists and is a year old

Jesse:Foreplay.

Cobra:Jesse!

Jesse:Oh yeah,my mistake.Foreplay would be a lot rougher.

Cobra:At least I didn´t loose my shoe mid fight like fucking cinderella.

Jesse:All I hear is that I´m a princess and I agree.

Ice:*wiping tears*remember in your early relationship?When you destroyed Jesses bed,couch and kitched table to the point of no repair?Good times.

Sara:They had a good time.I fucking wish I would be deaf.

Yamato:At least you´re not living two houses down.I heard that once.

Dan:Why does Cobra get so much action anyways and then there´s me.

Tetsu:Overworked and underfucked.Got it.

Naomi:Oh calm down you big baby.

Tetsu:Partying hard just like his fathers! Jesse:*le gasp* Zebra!Traitor.

Cobra:You dramatic little bitch.Stop crying.

Ice:Grown up so quickly.

Rocky:Oh yeah where where you when your son got wasted`? Cobra:Nowhere with no one doing nothing with nobody.

Noboru:It wasn´t even in Club Heaven...

Yamato:That´s it!Innocent!Lawyers decision! Naomi:He´s not a lawyer dumbass. Chiharu:Half a lawyer then!Congratulations he´s half innocent! Tsukasa:Relax,fun police.I was only slightly tipsy. Fujio:You tried to go to Jamuo in the middle of the night with a highlighter,cause he´s important.

Jamuo:At least you´re not Yasushi.I sleep with a knife under my pillow and a emergency sedative in a syringe near by bed strong enough to knock out a horse! Yasushi:Wow.Lovely.Fuck you you little woodland creature.

#high and low #high and low the worst #oya high #high and low cobra #tsukasa takajo #hanaoka fujio #todoroki yosuke #kiyoshi #sannoh rengokai #nishikawa yasushi #shibaman #tsuji #mighty warriors #white rascals #daruma #hyuga norihisa #rocky #yamato #noboru

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bulletproofthroat · 3 months ago

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i feel like a parrot just reiterating the amount of times ive had to tell people im fucking unwell and the fact my manic episodes are as volatile as an ipad kid getting their ipad taken off

yh ya girl tried to kill herself but instead did the next best thing and put some cuts in her arm, i cba being all soft im being cut throat w yall rn, ya dont like it then fuck off my page LOLL

anyway yeah, edgy scary painting because im mentally ill and im bipolar and im kanye west wowww omg😡😡😱😱

im js gonna vent yall dont gotta read shit im js tryina air ts out LOLL

so like im really fucking tired of people expecting me to do shit the way they wanna, like i deadass open up ab my vulnerable NPD to someone, and they then have the gall to say that theyre scared of me LOL and then theyll compare me to their ex or sm shit??? like sorry why?? i could go into it but id be sat here til 2am. secondly, this same retard has the cheek to tell me because i was manic, i was basically acting as an edgy 13 yr old when it came to me cutting myself, because believe it or not, i found it amusing, not in the sense im some corny tiktok cosplayer tryina be tough, but in the sense that im fucking cooked in the psyche. i think the added flavours of my trillion other disorders make my bipolar 8x worse because when im manic everything fluctuates, impulsivity, especially when my bpd comes into play, my mood switches rapidly, i have outbursts, im a reckless person i seek attention and gratitude off others, its a whole fuckin thing

yh, anyway, and what really pmo is that when im fuckin venting to someone they then have the gall, the hutzpah to be talking ab their own shit like sorry idgaf?? did i fuckin ask bro LOL like this is about me why are we skewing the conversation to you, if i wanted to talk about you then i would've mentioned you (which is highly unlikely) and the fact that theres people that love to fucking question my choices and act like im under the influence of drugs or pure stupidity, they can go fuck themselves icl bc yall js pmo.. ive been practically screaming at my doctor begging for a bipolar assessment because god forbid england ever gives 2 shits ab people with bipolar disorder. like how fucking hard is it to be medicated for bipolar??? and what pissed me off even more is that i was refused a psychosis diagnosis because my symptoms werent and i quote "psychotic enough" so youre telling me i still have prevailing psychotic symptoms but because theyre not fucking extreme i cant? i mean fine, but jesus christ its the constant back and fourth, and what im basically getting at is that im basically bipolar with psychotic symptoms.

and the fact im still fucking raw dogging life says enough. yeah ong icl idk if im gonna be living til 20 or sm shi, and i cba wassing any further ab it LMFAO

#corey taylor #corey taylor fanart #stone sour #slipknot #slipknot iowa #slipknot fanart #slipknot fan art #slipknot fandom #cw vent #bpd vent #vent post #vent art

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differentpostrebel · 4 months ago

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 54: Tea Party Begins

A/N: And we are back at it again, with another chapter! Y'all so some parts were deleted which is why I had to go back, and fix the deleted portion which is why I couldnt post at the time I made the update, but no less we are back! We have a few POV... Y/N, Nami, Sanji, and we finally have the performance and wedding ceremony. This is about to be entertaining, thank you guys so much for following, liking, reblogging, etc! Without further a do let the adventure begin!

This gif because it was so funny seeing the back and fourth when it was Sanji debating if Pudding was evil or not, after witnessing the whole truth. LMFAO

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader

Y/N POV..

"Took you guys long enough," Niji remarked with a smirk as we finally arrived where the Vinsmokes were waiting. The tension in the air was palpable, and I plastered on a fake smile, trying to mask the storm of emotions brewing inside me.

"Sorry about that, we just got... carried away," I replied, keeping my tone light even though my heart raced.

Niji raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Carried away, huh? I didn’t know you two were so eager to sneak off and have a little fun before the main event," he teased, leaning in closer as if he were sharing a juicy secret. “What was it? A little lovebird rendezvous? You should've invited me—I could’ve used some of that excitement!”

I felt my cheeks flush, not sure how to respond to his teasing. Ichiji tightened his grip on my hand, his jaw clenching slightly as he shot Niji a warning glare. “Back off, Niji. Some things are better kept private,” Ichiji said, his tone firm but with an undercurrent of amusement that indicated he didn’t mind the banter too much.

"By the way, sister-in-law, you have a little bruise on your neck?" Niji teased, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

My eyes widened in surprise. "What?" I exclaimed, making my way toward the nearest mirror. Sure enough, there it was—a small bruise on the side of my neck, but thankfully my hair partially covered it.

“Niji,” Ichiji said, his voice laced with annoyance. “What are you doing?”

"What? I'm just saying is all!" Niji laughed, clearly enjoying himself. “Didn’t think Ichiji was the type to leave marks. Guess you really are a wild one, huh?”

“It’s fine; it’s just a small accident,” I said, trying to play it off as casually as possible.

“Accident? Aye, right!” Niji laughed, clearly not buying it. He looked at Ichiji with a teasing glint in his eyes. “So, this is what marriage has done to you, huh? You’re really claiming your territory now.”

Ichiji’s grip on my hand tightened slightly, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. “Niji, my wife and I are married now, so we can do as we please. I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your comments to yourself.”

“Oh, come on! Just trying to lighten the mood,” Niji said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “But really, Y/N, you’re looking good. I can see why Ichiji has taken such an interest in you.”

Ichiji smirked, clearly pleased with the compliment. “That’s right. And you should know, Niji, I’m not one to share.”

Niji feigned a dramatic gasp. “Ooh, possessive! I love it! Just remember, Y/N, if you ever need an escape route, you know who to call!” He winked at me, and I couldn’t help but giggle despite the situation.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’m good,” I replied, rolling my eyes playfully.

Reiju looked at me with a somber expression, her eyes reflecting the unspoken understanding between us. We both knew what this meant: I was to be killed, along with the Vinsmokes. The weight of that reality hung heavy between us as I prepared to walk with Reiju.

But before I could take a step, Ichiji pulled me close to him, wrapping his arm possessively around my waist. "Geez, brother, you just married the girl 2.5 seconds ago. You can let her go, you know," Yonji teased, a mischievous grin on his face.

Ichiji merely smirked, but I could feel the tension in his grip. "Also, Reiju, where the hell were you last night?" Yonji continued, clearly relishing the moment.

"That's none of your business," she retorted, crossing her arms defiantly. I sent her a wink, and she responded with a small, supportive smile, momentarily easing the weight on my heart.

"I changed my room because you were partying last night, and I didn't want to get involved in that," Reiju explained, her tone slightly softer.

"You did the right thing, sister. Besides, I went last night, and the sight was not worth it," I added with a giggle, trying to keep the mood light, even as the tension lingered.

"You hear that, Yonji and Ichiji? Looks like these girls are too fancy for us," Niji chimed in, his teasing tone drawing laughter from the group. We all continued to walk in formation, Judge leading the pack. The atmosphere felt charged, a strange mix of excitement and dread.

“No fighting. Once we reach the rooftop, sit still for the tea party. It’s a proud day; Germa 66 will soon regain its former influence. With Big Mom’s power at our side, we will conquer the North Blue just as we did in the past,” Judge proclaimed, his voice filled with authority. I glanced at everyone’s faces, noting the smirks adorning their expressions. Ichiji's face twisted into a self-satisfied smirk as he reveled in the power at his fingertips.

My gaze shifted to Reiju, who wore a somber expression, both of us aware of the dark truth looming over our heads—Big Mom’s assassination plan for the Vinsmokes. I swallowed hard, the weight of it pressing down on me.

“Good times for you then,” Yonji said, causing me to let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Ichiji shot a glare at his brother, clearly displeased that I found any amusement in this situation.

“It’s not my fault I can make your wife laugh,” Yonji replied with a wink in my direction, his playful banter aimed to provoke Ichiji further.

Before Ichiji could respond, Niji interjected, “Assuming Sanji doesn’t mess it up. Hey buddy, the groom didn’t run away, did he?” he asked the escort accompanying us. I felt a slight tension coil in my chest at his words.

“He and the bride are fully prepared, I can assure you,” the escort replied, and I could feel the undertones of the unspoken plan between us all. I had to maintain my composure, despite the whirlwind of emotions threatening to spill over.

Reiju glanced at me, concern flickering in her eyes. I met her gaze, sending a reassuring smile while mouthing, "Don't worry." The exchange was small, yet it fortified my resolve. We had come too far to let despair take hold now. I would stand strong, not just for myself but for all of us.

Sanji POV…

I began walking with the chest piece soldiers toward the bridal suite where Pudding was, every word she had spoken during that encounter with Reiju and Y/N echoing in my mind, fueling my resolve. “Every one of the Vinsmokes, including Princess Y/N... will be eliminated.” Her chilling voice rang in my ears, reminding me of the gravity of the situation.

As the doors swung open, I was met with the sight of Pudding standing in front of me, adorned in her wedding dress. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, and the delicate lace trailed down like a gentle waterfall. “Hi, Sanji,” she greeted, her voice sweet and melodic.

Just like that, my resolve crumbled. She... she... she's... so cute! I thought, my heart betraying my mind's insistence to stay focused. The way her eyes sparkled with excitement and innocence made it difficult to remember the weight of what I was facing. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of warmth despite the chaos swirling around us. Focus, Sanji! You have to think about Y/N and the danger she’s in! I kept repeating but in that moment I was lost in a trance.

Y/N POV…

We finally made it to the rooftop, the air thick with tension. As I scanned the area, my eyes landed on King, standing with an air of authority in front of us. The moment our gazes met, he nodded at me, a silent acknowledgment of my presence, before turning to make his way inside. They better not have taken his weapons... I thought, a surge of anxiety washing over me.

Ichiji's grip on my waist tightened a little, a reminder of the façade I had to maintain. I turned to him, putting on a sweet smile, and gently kissed his cheek, hoping to soothe his nerves. As my lips brushed against his skin, I could feel him relax just a bit, the tension in his body easing. Play the part, Y/N. Stay calm.

Ichiji's smile widened, oblivious to the undercurrents of fear swirling around us. “You really are a beautiful darling,” he complimented, puffing out his chest in pride. Ugh, if only he knew what was really happening, I thought, forcing myself to keep the smile in place.

As we approached the chocolate door entrance, the crowd erupted with excitement. “Look! There they are!” a voice rang out, drawing my attention and causing a wave of adrenaline to surge through me.

“Princess! You look absolutely gorgeous!” someone yelled, and I felt my cheeks warm at the compliment.

“Look at Germa 66!” another shouted, and I could see their admiration reflected in their faces. “That pearl dress looks absolutely radiant!” The flattery was overwhelming, but I forced myself to maintain a serene smile, waving gently at the onlookers, all while my heart raced with anxiety.

“Ichiji, how lucky are you to have a wife like that!” one viewer called out, prompting me to turn toward Ichiji. He beamed with pride, puffing out his chest even more.

“Very lucky,” he replied, his voice laced with genuine affection. “She’s the most beautiful woman in the world.” His words were sweet, but I felt a sense of dread wash over me. If only he knew the truth of this facade we were trapped in...

I couldn't help but feel the weight of his gaze on me, and while I appreciated the compliments, I also felt a pang of sorrow for what was to come. As we stepped through the entrance, I could sense the tension in the air thickening, like the calm before a storm.

“Keep it together, Y/N,” I whispered to myself, pushing down the anxiety rising within me. With every step closer to the ceremony, I reminded myself of our plan, the stakes at hand, and the lives that depended on us.

As I spotted Bege turning towards us, I felt a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. "Welcome to Big Mom's tea party!" boomed the door, a cheerful tone that felt utterly out of place given the tension in the air.

“This day cannot be any longer,” I muttered under my breath, causing Yonji to chuckle beside me. Just as Niji was about to stride forward, Bege halted our progress.

“Huh? You’re in the way… move,” Niji said, irritation creeping into his voice.

“I gotta do a search,” Bege replied nonchalantly, and my eyebrow arched in suspicion. I knew what that meant; security was tightening, and it wasn’t just a casual check.

“Any of you touch me, I won’t hesitate to kick your asses,” I warned, stepping slightly aside from Ichiji. The last thing I wanted was to cause a scene, but I also had to stand my ground.

“Don’t care. I gotta do a search,” Bege insisted, his tone dismissive.

“Huh?! Do you know who you’re talking to?” Yonji yelled, clearly frustrated.

“I’m in charge of this here tea party, so get in line!” Bege shot back, unwavering. “Big Mom’s orders—deal with it.” The authority in his voice silenced any further objections as the others begrudgingly began to hand in their weapons.

I crossed my arms, my heart racing. What a ridiculous situation...

“You too, princess,” Bege said, his eyes narrowing on me.

“I don’t have any weapons,” I replied, trying to sound confident, but the tension was palpable. I scrutinized him, assessing his demeanor. He signaled his men with a curt gesture.

“Search her,” he ordered, and my stomach dropped.

Before the guards could approach, Ichiji placed a protective hand in front of me, his expression fierce. “You touch her, you’re dead. That’s my wife,” he said, his voice low but filled with authority.

The protective stance he took was both comforting and alarming. I wanted to assure him that I could handle myself, but I could feel the eyes of everyone on us, their expectations hanging in the air. I put Ichiji’s hand down, feeling a surge of determination. “Don’t worry; I’ll be fine,” I assured him, stepping away. “Go ahead, search me, but if I feel one of you pull a stunt, you will face consequences.”

Bege raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You know, for a princess, you really are acting like a brat.”

“Just because I have a title doesn’t mean I can’t put you or your men in their place, I'm still a pirate after all.” I shot back defiantly, my heart racing as I tried to keep my expression steady. I had to remain composed, even as I felt the slight weight of my hidden blade under my dress.

“Look at that, Ichiji! Your wife has claws,” Niji teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

As one of Bege’s men began to pat me down, I could feel his hands trail slowly down my right leg. He’s going to find out… Panic started to rise, but I pushed it down and focused on my plan. I needed to act fast.

I took a breath, grounding myself. “I warned you… not to pull a stunt!” I exclaimed, channeling all my energy into the movement. I drove my right knee into the man’s face, the impact solid and satisfying. Before he could react, I followed up with a powerful kick to the side of his head, the force sending him flying across the rooftop and rendering him unconscious.

The commotion caught everyone’s attention, and I quickly adjusted my dress, lowering it slightly to hide any evidence of my blade. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I straightened up, ready for the inevitable fallout.

“Y/N!” Ichiji exclaimed, surprise etched across his face, but there was also a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

“What the hell was that?!” Bege shouted, momentarily taken aback.

I stood my ground, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze on me. “I told you not to pull any stunts,” I replied, my voice steady. “You wanted to search me? Well, now you know I won’t be an easy target.”

Niji’s laughter echoed through the open air, breaking the tension as the group stood in the clearing. Ichiji, with his usual stoic demeanor, couldn’t help but smirk. “Now that’s my wife!” he said proudly, his voice booming over the quiet atmosphere.

I smirked, stepping forward with confidence. “So, Bege,” I said, eyeing him carefully, “want to test another theory, or can we drop this ridiculous search act now?”

Bege adjusted his hat, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms. "You're not just some ordinary pirate, princess. You're a fellow member of the Worst Generation," he said, his voice filled with caution and admiration. "That means I take nothing for granted when dealing with you."

Vito, who had been standing nearby, edged closer with wide eyes. “Lelo... lelo... she’s the real deal!” he exclaimed, his admiration making me roll my eyes.

“Of course I am,” I replied, flicking my hair over my shoulder, more amused than flattered.

“Your Majesty,” Vito continued, bowing deeply in my direction, his eyes still brimming with awe.

“Get up,” I said casually, waving him off. He complied but quickly turned his admiration toward Ichiji and the rest of the Vinsmoke brothers. Yonji, annoyed by the extra attention, snapped at Bege’s men as they attempted to search him again.

“I told you, that’s everything I’ve got on me!” Yonji barked, pulling away from them.

Bege, ever the opportunist, raised an eyebrow. “We’ll also need your raid suits, no exceptions,” he said smugly.

Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji all exchanged irritated glances. “And the princess’s rings,” Bege added, his tone gaining an edge of triumph as if he thought he’d finally caught me off guard.

I narrowed my eyes, my fingers subconsciously tightening around my rings. “Why my rings?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“If the rumors are true, they’re not just pretty jewelry. They’re weapons,” Bege said with a smirk, trying to maintain control of the situation.

I smiled, stepping forward, daring him with my gaze. “So, you’ve heard the rumors.”

Bege shrugged, clearly enjoying the tension. “Can’t be too careful, especially when dealing with someone like you.”

“Well then, you’re welcome to test that theory,” I said, holding out my hand. One of Bege’s men hesitated, then stepped forward with his palm out.

I took off my pinky ring, watching the man closely as I placed it in his hand. Within seconds, a magnetic force latched onto him, pulling any nearby metal objects toward his body. The weight of them quickly pinned him down, crushing him under the force. He struggled to breathe, letting out a strangled cry as the ring fell from his grasp.

I calmly bent down, picking it back up and sliding it onto my finger. “Hmm,” I mused, “King never mentioned that these rings could do that. Interesting.”

Bege’s eyes widened, his composure slipping for just a moment. “Unfreaking believable…” he muttered under his breath.

I stepped back, my smirk growing. “I warned you. If you want to test out more theories, I don’t mind demonstrating a few others.” My gaze lingered on Bege before shifting to his men, who now watched me with a mix of awe and fear.

“Fine!” Bege barked, motioning for his men to back off. “No one touches the princess.”

“Smart choice,” I said, throwing him a wink. I could see the hungry looks Niji and Yonji were giving me. “Ichiji, your brothers look like they’re admiring me a little too much.”

Ichiji’s expression darkened as he glared at his brothers. “Eyes forward,” he warned coldly.

Bege, clearly irritated but trying to regain control, straightened up. “Now, about those raid suits. No weapons means no weapons. Even for the groom’s family,” he said, crossing his arms again.

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off casually. “And what happens if we refuse?” Ichiji asked, challenging Bege.

Niji’s hand crackled with blue lightning, his expression as cold as ever. “You really don’t want to find out,” he said, stepping forward.

Yonji cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face as the tension between them rose. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

I eyed Niji’s hand as it sparked with electricity. “That technique... it’s almost identical to mine,” I thought, narrowing my eyes in observation.

“Baby, sit this one out,” Ichiji said, not even turning his head toward me.

I chuckled and stepped back, heading towards Reiju, who stood calmly nearby. “Alright, as you wish,” I teased, glancing back at the brewing confrontation. As I passed, I kissed my pointer and middle finger, flicking a small burst of fire into the air. It crackled loudly, startling Bege’s men and causing them to glance around in confusion.

“Oops,” I said innocently, biting back a grin. Reiju chuckled beside me, clearly amused.

“Who fired that?!” one of Bege’s men shouted, looking around wildly. I whistled innocently, pretending not to notice the chaos I had just caused.

The tension was about to explode when Judge’s voice boomed through the clearing. “That’s enough!”

Niji, whose fist was crackling with electricity, stopped mid-punch, barely an inch from Bege’s face. He slowly backed off, though his frustration was evident.

Judge stepped forward, his authoritative presence demanding attention. “We will honor Big Mom’s request. No fighting, not here.”

Bege adjusted his coat, clearing his throat. “Welcome to the tea party, Vinsmoke family,” he said, his composure returning. His gaze flickered back to me. “As for you, princess, I’ll be keeping a very close eye on you.”

I rolled my eyes, not intimidated in the slightest. “Fine with me. Want my autograph too? Maybe a copy of my wanted poster?” I paused, smirking. “Or how about a picture? It’ll last longer.”

Bege glared, but I could tell I’d gotten under his skin. He turned away without responding, but the tension remained thick in the air.

As we moved on, I smiled to myself. Let them watch me all they want. If anyone tried to cross me again, they’d get more than just a ring demonstration next time.

Nami POV…

As we stood inside Bege’s fortress-like body, the atmosphere was tense. Chopper’s wide-eyed amazement echoed in my ears. “Woahhh,” he gasped, pressing his face against the window to get a better view of the guests lining up outside for the tea party.

I kept my eyes focused on the scene too. “Y/N should be here any minute,” I said, scanning the crowd.

“Tia, I see her!” Carrot exclaimed, pointing excitedly at the window. Sure enough, Y/N appeared, stepping into view with her regal confidence.

“Ohh, she looks spectacular,” Brook said, his eye sockets widening in awe. “I just need a moment.” He immediately launched into one of his overdramatic poses, pretending to wipe away tears from his non-existent eyes.

“Brook, come on, pull yourself together!” I sighed, rolling my eyes at his antics. The situation was tense, and we needed to stay focused.

Suddenly, Bege’s voice boomed around us. “I gotta do a search,” he said nonchalantly, but the tone raised alarm bells in my mind. My brow furrowed. This wasn’t just a standard security check—things were tightening, and I didn’t like it one bit.

“Any of you touch me, I won’t hesitate to kick your asses,” Y/N’s voice came through clearly, strong and laced with warning.

I smirked to myself. “You really don’t want to mess with her…” I muttered, glancing down as I noticed her hidden blade glowing faintly with a white hue through the satchel strapped to my side. “She’s annoyed.”

Chopper tilted his head in confusion. “How do you know?”

“The blade,” I said, motioning to the glowing weapon, “it’s connected to her emotions. And since she’s carrying one and I have the other, I can feel it. We’re connected through these weapons.” My voice was calm, but there was a subtle tension beneath it. Y/N wasn’t just annoyed—she was ready to defend herself.

“I don’t have any weapons,” Y/N declared, her voice cool but unmistakably irritated.

“I can feel the tension from here, and we’re still inside Bege,” Brook commented, his bones clattering slightly. “Though I can’t feel much since, well, I’m a skeleton! Yohohoho!”

Bege’s men began moving closer to Y/N, preparing to search her. My irritation spiked as I realized what was about to happen. “Damn it, Bege! What are you doing? She’s part of our crew, you moron! She needs her weapon!” I kicked at the wall, frustration bubbling inside me.

But before Bege’s men could lay a hand on her, Ichiji stepped forward, his protective instincts kicking in. His hand shot out in front of Y/N, stopping the guards cold in their tracks. His expression was deadly serious. “You touch her, you’re dead. That’s my wife.”

His words hung in the air, a low growl in his voice that sent a clear message: no one messes with Y/N. My stomach twisted at the word "wife," but I couldn’t help muttering under my breath, “Wife is a nice statement, especially since someone did object…” My voice was a whisper, but the bitterness was there.

Y/N didn’t flinch. Her chin tilted upward in defiance, her voice cool and controlled. “Go ahead, search me, but if I feel one of you try anything, you’ll face the consequences.”

“Yes! You tell him, Y/N!” Chopper cheered, his small fists pumped in the air. The innocence of his enthusiasm made me smile for just a moment.

Bege raised an eyebrow, a smirk curving across his lips. “You know, for a princess, you’re acting like a real brat.”

“Just because I have a title doesn’t mean I won’t put you and your men in their place,I'm still a pirate after all. ” Y/N snapped back, her voice laced with sharp defiance.

Niji, standing nearby, couldn’t resist teasing his brother. “Look at that, Ichiji! Your wife has claws,” he said with a chuckle, his voice dripping with amusement.

We all huddled together, our eyes glued to the scene playing out from inside Bege’s fortress. I couldn’t help the anxious mutter that slipped from my lips, “Please don’t let them find out, please don’t let them find out.” My heart pounded as one of Bege’s men began searching Y/N. His hands moved dangerously close to the spot where her thigh halter and hidden blade were strapped. If he found it, things would escalate fast.

Y/N’s posture stiffened, and she drew in a sharp breath. "Oh no," I whispered, realizing she was seconds from acting.

“I warned you… not to pull a stunt!” Her voice rang out loud and clear as she swiftly brought her right knee crashing into the man’s face. The impact was so solid it made all of us flinch. Before he even had a chance to recover, Y/N followed up with a devastating kick to the side of his head, sending him flying across the rooftop like he weighed nothing. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud, completely knocked out.

“What?!” we all shouted in unison, our mouths hanging open in shock.

We always knew Y/N was strong, but that display of power was next-level. Even I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed.

“Her bounty is at 340 million berri,” Brook commented, his voice calm yet impressed. “Wouldn’t expect any less from our princess.”

The chaos quickly drew attention, heads turning toward the sudden commotion, but Y/N didn’t miss a beat. With practiced ease, she adjusted her dress, concealing her weapon as if nothing had happened. She wasn’t rattled in the slightest.

Bege’s booming voice broke through the stunned silence. “What the hell was that?!” He sounded equal parts angry and surprised.

Y/N met his gaze, her voice unwavering. “I told you not to pull any stunts.” She squared her shoulders, staring down anyone who dared to question her. “You wanted to search me? Well, now you know I won’t be an easy target.”

I felt a surge of pride watching her stand her ground. She had made it clear: she wasn’t someone to mess with. Niji’s laughter echoed around us as Ichiji’s smirk grew wider. “Now that’s my wife!” he declared proudly, his gaze locked on Y/N, clearly impressed.

“Again, wife is a nice statement,” I muttered under my breath, annoyed but unsurprised at his boastfulness.

Y/N, unfazed by the attention, smirked confidently. “Want to test another theory, or can we drop this ridiculous search act now?” she asked, her tone daring anyone to challenge her again.

Bege adjusted his hat, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms. “You’re not just some ordinary pirate, princess. You’re a fellow member of the Worst Generation,” he said, a mix of caution and begrudging admiration in his voice. “That means I take nothing for granted when dealing with you.”

Vito, who had been lurking nearby, stepped closer, his eyes wide with admiration. “Lelo... lelo... she’s the real deal!” he exclaimed, his excitement making Y/N roll her eyes. It was clear that even Bege’s men were taken aback by her strength.

The search continued as Bege’s men turned their attention to Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji. “I told you, that’s everything I’ve got on me!” Yonji barked, swatting the hands away in irritation.

Bege, ever the opportunist, raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the tension. “We’ll also need your raid suits, no exceptions,” he said smugly.

Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji exchanged annoyed glances but remained silent. Then, as if to add insult to injury, Bege’s eyes glinted with triumph. “And the princess’s rings,” he added, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

“What?!” I yelled, incredulous. “Bege, what the hell are you doing? Don’t take her rings!”

Carrot tilted her head in confusion. “What’s wrong with taking her rings?” she asked, curious but unaware of their significance.

“No one’s allowed to wear them, or even remove them,” Brook explained matter-of-factly. “Anything meant for her will only work for her. Anyone else trying to use her weapons will either get shocked or set on fire.”

Chopper blinked, wide-eyed. “Wait, so what happens if someone takes her rings?”

Brook paused for a moment, tapping his bony chin. “That part she never mentioned,” he said thoughtfully.

One of Bege’s men hesitated, clearly nervous but determined to follow orders. He stepped forward, extending his palm toward Y/N, who coolly removed her pinky ring and handed it over.

The second the ring touched his hand, an invisible magnetic force activated. Metal objects nearby flew toward him, attaching themselves to his body and piling up rapidly. The weight crushed him, pinning him to the ground as he struggled to breathe, his eyes wide with panic. He let out a strangled cry as the ring slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor.

“What?!” we all yelled, collectively stunned.

“So not only do her weapons shock and create fire, but they crush you with metal too?” I exclaimed, my disbelief turning into awe.

Y/N bent down, casually picking up the ring from the ground. She slid it back onto her finger with a calm precision, as if nothing had happened.

Bege’s eyes widened in shock, his confident demeanor faltering for just a moment. “Un-freaking-believable…” he muttered under his breath.

“No one touches the princess,” Bege declared firmly, his respect for Y/N now clear.

We stopped watching for a moment as Jinbei reentered, carrying a calm but determined expression. "Bege gave us a layout of the whole venue. The most important thing is where Big Mom will be seated," he said, spreading out the map for us to see.

Luffy immediately perked up, bouncing with excitement. "Man, when Y/N sees this, she’s going to be so happy!" he said, grinning ear to ear, clearly pumped for whatever plan he had in mind.

But I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in my chest. As I glanced at the others, I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything we’d been through. "Luffy," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady, "I’m worried about her... I can’t help the feeling that we failed her..."

The room fell silent for a second, and everyone turned toward me. Chopper’s ears drooped, and even Brook seemed to grow somber.

“She’s strong, Nami,” Jinbei said, his deep voice soothing yet firm. "Y/N has fought through things no one else could, and she’s still standing."

Luffy, still bouncing but more focused now, gave me one of those determined looks, the kind that made it impossible to doubt him. "Don’t worry, Nami," he said, a spark of fire in his eyes. "We’re not done yet. We’ll get through this, and she’ll be with us."

I wanted to believe it, to hold onto that hope, but something deep inside me couldn’t ignore the nagging sense of guilt.

“There’s a lot riding on this, and... anything could go wrong,” Chopper muttered, his small hands nervously clutching the edge of the layout as he studied it intently. His wide eyes were full of concern as they darted over every detail, trying to anticipate any potential danger.

Y/N POV…

As we finally made it inside the party, the sheer abundance of sweets was overwhelming. It felt like a sugar wonderland, and I almost winced at the thought of cavities from just staring at the dessert-laden tables. “The whole Charlotte family is here,” I noted, glancing around at the guests, all busy indulging in the extravagant feast. Big Mom was in her element, her laughter booming as she encouraged everyone to eat and drink to their heart's content.

“Come on! Eat and drink! Have the time of your lives!” she cheered, her voice echoing through the room.

A server approached me with a glass of something sweet-looking. "What is this?" I asked, eyeing the drink suspiciously.

“It’s sweet, don’t worry,” he replied with a wink.

“That's not helping me at all,” I thought, forcing a smile as I pretended to take a sip before placing the glass back on the table. “Now’s not the time to drink.”

Ichiji slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me close and leaning in to kiss my neck. “We could have been lounging in our room instead of being here,” he said, a teasing smirk on his lips.

I turned to him, arching an eyebrow playfully. “There are a lot of things we could be doing right now,” I teased, glancing around the bustling party. My mind raced with the possibilities, but the most pressing thought was the dire situation we found ourselves in. “And one of them is definitely not dying,” I reminded myself, my heart pounding as I scanned the room for any sign of trouble.

But despite the playful banter, I could feel the tension in the air. The atmosphere was thick with danger, and I had to stay focused. Big Mom’s voice rang out, “We’ve got some wonderful surprises; I’m sure they’ll knock you off your feet.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound suspicious at all,” I muttered under my breath, my gaze dropping to the ground as unease washed over me.

“By the way, princess, congratulations on tying the knot, ma-ma-ma-ma!” Big Mom exclaimed, her smile wide and unsettling.

I opened my mouth to retort, but Ichiji swiftly interrupted me. “Thank you, Big Mom,” he said smoothly, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek from behind. His touch was reassuring, but it didn’t completely ease the tension coiling in my stomach.

I forced a smile, but inside, my thoughts raced. I had to stay on high alert. First, I needed to find King, and then I would wait for our plan to commence. The celebration continued around us, guests laughing and enjoying themselves, but I could feel my pulse quicken. This wasn’t just another party; it was a potential trap.

As conversations flowed and the clinking of glasses echoed, I scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of King or any suspicious activity.

Sanji POV…

“I now pronounce you man and wife!” said the priest, his voice booming as we went through a practice run of the ceremony. I tried to focus on the words, but my mind was elsewhere, caught in a whirlwind of thoughts.

“And for the fun part, after the exchange of vows, you will lift the veil and smooch,” the priest added, his enthusiasm undeterred by my internal struggle.

Brook’s voice echoed in my mind. “Everyone in attendance will be watching… to the kiss. Once her veil is lifted, literally and figuratively, Pudding will attempt to shoot Sanji.”

I gulped, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on my shoulders. “Sanji... is something wrong?” Pudding asked, her voice sweet and delicate, drawing me back to reality.

“Ohh... Nothing, just nervous, is all,” I replied, scratching the back of my head in an attempt to appear nonchalant.

“Me… too…” she said softly, a hand covering her mouth, making her look adorably anxious. “Why is she so damn cute?” I thought, torn between admiration and fear.

But soon enough, my thoughts drifted back to Y/N—the way she sang that haunting song for that bastard Ichiji, her defiance when she spat at Bege for meddling with our plans. The image of her fierce determination and unwavering spirit fueled my resolve.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m going to prove I’m worthy of you once again,” I vowed silently, steeling myself for the challenges ahead. I had to keep my focus; I couldn’t let Pudding's sweetness distract me from my goal. I had to find a way to escape this twisted game and save Y/N, no matter what it took.

We sat side by side as the soothing strum of flamenco music floated through the room, wrapping around us like a warm embrace. But inside, I was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. “Stop! Stop! It doesn’t matter how cute she is! You’ve seen the truth! Don’t be fooled!” I yelled at myself, my eyes shut tight, wishing I could block out the warmth of her presence.

“Ughh, you know... I wasn’t planning on getting married when I got out here...” I confessed, trying to keep my tone light. “So... it’s... kind of strange sitting side by side with you here...” I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was surreal, like I was trapped in a bizarre dream.

“Stay cool! Stay cool!” I told myself, desperately trying to gather my resolve. “Don’t fall for her charms.”

“So is this... a good dream or a bad dream?” Pudding asked, her sweet voice cutting through my chaos. I felt my heart race—holy crap! Is she cute! My mind was in turmoil, torn between my instincts and the charm she effortlessly exuded.

“Well... it’s umm... um... a good dream, of course!” I managed to reply, my voice shaky but hopeful.

“Ohh, thank goodness! I was worried!” Pudding said, her cheeks flushing as she covered her face. For a moment, I was taken aback by her innocence, finding myself captivated despite the alarm bells ringing in my head.

“Get it together, you jackass! She’s just acting! She’s planning to shoot you and Y/N dead!” I fought back against my thoughts, desperate to regain control.

But then another wave of doubt washed over me. “Wait a second... what if this is the real her and what I saw before was a dream?” My heart raced with confusion, and I shook my head violently. “No! You idiot! You’re going to get yourself killed! You had it right before!” I yelled in my mind, trying to silence the chaotic thoughts.

“Sanji... is something wrong?” Pudding’s concerned voice pulled me back into the moment. Her big, innocent eyes were full of worry, and for a fleeting second, I felt a pang of guilt. “What? Ohh, no no no, it’s just ummm...” I stammered, desperately grasping for a way to divert my swirling thoughts.

“Oh yeah! I was thinking about our kiss! I thought you would get shy doing it in front of all those people,” I blurted out, my heart racing as I puckered my lips, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

“I could just kiss you on the forehead?” I suggested, hoping to deflect her attention.

But then, she smiled that sweet, radiant smile of hers. “Kiss me on the lips; we are going to be married,” she said with a final charm, her voice dripping with sweetness.

In that moment, everything inside me short-circuited. That was enough to send me into a nosebleed frenzy. My heart raced, and before I knew it, blood was pouring from my nose as I tried to process what was happening.

“Wha—” I barely managed to gasp before I teleported up in a panic, knocking myself out in the process.

As I landed unceremoniously on the floor, the world around me faded into a dizzy blur. What was I thinking? I thought as I briefly lost consciousness, grappling with the reality that I was about to marry someone who was likely plotting to kill me and Y/N. But that brief moment of blissful ignorance didn’t last long.

Y/N POV…

As the festivities rolled on, my anxiety and alertness were at an all-time high. "Again, I wish Zoro was here..." I thought, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on my shoulders. Ichiji held my hand as we made our way to a nearby table, his grip firm yet possessive. He placed a gentle kiss on my hand, reminding me that I was his, as his glasses slid a little off the bridge of his nose.

"Why is this asshole so cute!" I thought, battling with my inner conflict. I couldn’t help but smile at him, which made him faintly blush and smirk in return. Why does he have to be charming when I’m trying to focus?

“Princess, Prince! Congratulations on the marriage!” called one of the guests. I sent him a reassuring smile and a small wave, acknowledging the remark even though my mind was racing.

“It seems to me that everyone is entranced with you, my beloved,” Ichiji said, holding me closer. I wanted to roll my eyes at the sweetness, but I couldn’t deny the tiny flutter in my chest. I knew it was part of the act, yet it was hard to dismiss entirely.

"Now, let’s head to a table, shall we?" Ichiji said, his tone smooth, I nodded in agreement, letting him lead the way.

Just as we began to walk, a voice interrupted. "Ichiji, just the man we wanted to talk to!" It was one of Big Mom's children, accompanied by a mink. I could feel Ichiji tense beside me, clearly annoyed at the intrusion.

"Yes?" he replied, his frustration thinly veiled.

"We'd like to discuss some matters with you," the mink said, their gaze shifting towards me with curiosity.

I smiled sweetly, slipping away from Ichiji’s grip. "Well, I know when I’m not needed," I teased. I turned around and, without hesitation, planted a kiss on his lips—purely for the performance, of course. "Have fun with whatever you guys will be discussing. I'm going to grab something to drink, and then I'll meet you in a bit."

As I walked away, I thought to myself, That was literally a blessing in disguise. The further I got from Ichiji, the more I could breathe. My mind was racing with plans, my body still humming with the energy from the dance.

I made my way towards the drink table, eyeing a champagne flute filled to the brim. Just as I reached for it, another hand intercepted mine. I looked up, and there he was—King.

"King!" I said, my voice filled with relief and happiness. King grinned. "I know you're on edge, princess."

"You read me so well," I sighed, my tension momentarily easing in his presence. "Did security give you a hard time?" I asked, my eyes scanning him.

He smirked, shaking his head. "They didn’t take these babies," he said, showing off the rings on his fingers, "or my sword either." He tapped his suit coat, where his sword was well-hidden.

"Good," I nodded, relieved. "When the time comes, I’m going to need you to look for a man with a straw hat. He’ll be the one facing Big Mom, okay? And if you can’t find him, look for a skeleton or a jaguar."

King raised an eyebrow. "You have such peculiar friends, princess."

I smiled softly. "Yeah, but I love them," I said truthfully, my voice betraying a hint of warmth. They were my family in a way that no one else could be.

King’s expression softened, but his eyes remained sharp. "Please stay close to me," I whispered, my voice faltering as I looked at him. "It’s bad enough that Big Mom invited you. I don’t..." I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I don’t want anything bad to happen to you."

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. King’s smirk softened as he noticed the tears welling in my eyes. He leaned in slightly, his presence both comforting and commanding. "Princess," he said in a low voice, "you know I’m not easy to take down. I’ve got your back, and no one—no one—will lay a hand on you while I’m around."

I blinked away the tears, nodding as I tried to compose myself. His confidence gave me a strange sense of security, even in this chaotic, dangerous situation. The masquerade of the wedding reception continued around us—glamorous guests, laughter, and music—but everything felt like a façade, a ticking clock counting down to the chaos I knew was coming.

"Thanks, King," I whispered, my voice tight with emotion. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

He took another sip of his champagne, eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger, his calm demeanor unwavering. "You won’t have to find out, princess," he said, his tone firm but protective. "Now, keep your wits about you. We’ve got a lot of moving pieces in play, and things are about to get messy."

I nodded, taking another sip of my wine to steady myself. Stay sharp, stay focused. My thoughts raced as I glanced over at Ichiji, who was deep in conversation with Big Mom’s children. His eyes briefly flicked to me, and he smiled—a smile that felt both charming and cold. I quickly looked away.

Just then, King stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. "When the time comes, I’ll be there. Trust me, princess, I know the stakes. The Straw Hat guy, the skeleton, the jaguar—they’ll get their opening, and so will you."

His words were reassuring, grounding me in the storm of my emotions. "I trust you," I whispered, meeting his eyes.

"Good," he replied, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Because once this dance is over, the real show begins."

The pearls on my dress shimmered as I gave him a small nod, the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on me. King gave me a final glance before blending into the crowd, and as I scanned the rooftop, my eyes locked onto Reiju. She stood with an air of poise, her sharp gaze sweeping the area, suspicion clear in her stance. Something about her tension mirrored my own, and I knew she felt the danger lurking around us too.

I made my way toward her, stepping lightly to avoid drawing too much attention. When I reached her side, I whispered, “Believe me, I know…”

Reiju didn’t look at me immediately but spoke in a low voice, “We’re surrounded.” Her tone was steady, but the seriousness in her words was impossible to ignore.

I nodded in agreement, my eyes briefly following the various figures scattered across the rooftop. I could see the hidden threats, the layers of deception beneath the festivities. The seemingly joyous occasion was a trap, and both of us were aware of it.

“Don’t worry about them…” I said, a confident grin crossing my face as I tried to reassure her. “We’ve got this.”

Reiju finally turned her head slightly, raising a brow in skepticism. But I caught the flicker of relief in her eyes when I winked at her, hinting at the plan already in motion. My captain, Luffy, and the rest of the crew had a strategy set in place. They knew what they were doing, and I had faith in them.

Reiju’s lips curled into a small smile, though her guard remained high. “I hope your crew is as capable as you believe. There’s more at play here than you realize.”

“I know,” I replied softly, glancing around at the guests and guards, all unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. “But if anyone can pull off something like this, it’s us.”

The mid-afternoon sun filtered through the overhead canopy, casting long shadows over the elegant rooftop setting. The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses—everything was a masquerade of normalcy. But underneath it all, tension coiled like a snake waiting to strike.

As I stood there beside Reiju, I could feel the weight of the moment, the calm before the chaos that was sure to erupt. We were surrounded by enemies, yes, but we weren’t alone. And that knowledge was enough to keep me grounded as the clock ticked closer to the inevitable showdown.

Reiju’s eyes flicked back to the crowd. “What’s the signal?”

I smirked, glancing towards the horizon. “You’ll know it when you see it.” Suddenly, one of the Charlotte daughters approached us, handing us another drink.

"You two seem unhappy?" she said, her innocent eyes scanning our faces for signs of distress.

I took a sip of the drink, allowing the bubbles to tickle my throat, then glanced at Reiju, who wore a practiced smile. "We're just... lost in thought is all," she replied, expertly masking her true feelings.

"Enjoy yourselves; it’s a big day for both of our families, after all," the Charlotte sibling continued, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness.

"Of course," I echoed with another forced smile. "If you'll excuse us, Reiju and I will be looking for my husband, who I seem to have misplaced amidst all the festivities." I let out a light laugh, tugging Reiju away before the conversation could deepen.

As we slipped away, the façade dropped the moment we were out of earshot. "That was way too close," I muttered, my heart racing from the encounter.

Sanji POV…

After cleaning up once more, I stood behind the small curtain, my heart racing with the plan the crew had devised and the thought of removing Y/N from this whole nightmare. Y/N, just hold on a little longer... I thought, trying to keep my mind focused.

A sharp knock echoed through the air. "Yes?" Pudding’s sweet voice floated through the curtain.

"It's almost time for the wedding, Lady Pudding. Please proceed," said one of the chest piece soldiers stationed outside.

"Hey, Sanji... are you all ready to go, dear?" Pudding called, her tone dripping with syrupy sweetness.

With one final glance in the mirror, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. The reflection looking back at me was the picture of calm, but inside, I was a storm. I opened the curtain and stepped out, forcing a smile as I met Pudding’s expectant gaze.

"Ready. Now shall we?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

As we made our way towards the grand wedding venue, I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. The bright decorations and eager guests surrounded us, and I tried to drown out the noise with thoughts of Y/N.

"It's finally starting to set in... I'm nervous but excited," Pudding admitted, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

"Same with me," I replied, but my mind was elsewhere. I turned to walk out the door, feeling the cool air hit my face, bringing me momentarily back to reality.

Y/N POV…

Reiju and I continued to walk, the tension in the air building as the wedding drew closer. My eyes scanned the crowd, and I spotted Ichiji standing with Niji and Yonji. "Looks like he’s about to have a heart attack," I muttered with a smirk, suppressing a chuckle as I took another sip of my drink.

Reiju laughed softly beside me, her eyes following my gaze. "They're probably teasing him again," she said, shaking her head.

"Maybe," I replied, still amused. I let my eyes wander back to Ichiji, watching him for a moment longer. For the first time, I allowed myself to really look at him. His crisp dress shirt hugged his body perfectly, his posture exuding confidence, that determined stance that always commanded attention.

Why the hell is he so irresistible? I thought, quickly shaking my head. Nope, nope, nope—can’t get distracted! I’ve got to focus!

Mentally yelling at myself, I tried to regain composure, taking another sip of my drink. Reiju and I continued to make our way toward the trio, all while trying to tamp down the growing chaos inside me. When we finally reached them, Ichiji noticed us instantly. Without a word, he pulled me close, his arm wrapping securely around my waist, so suddenly that I spilled some of my drink on the floor.

"Hey! That was a good drink too," I feigned sadness, pouting slightly.

Before Ichiji could respond, Yonji piped up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Wowww, Ichiji! Already making your wife upset, and it hasn’t even been 24 hours. Impressive!"

Niji joined in, smirking as he leaned forward. "I wonder what she'll think once the honeymoon starts," he teased, his voice dripping with implication.

I immediately choked on my drink, sputtering as my face flushed. "What—?!"

"Baffoons!" Reiju snapped, rolling her eyes while patting my back as I struggled to regain my breath.

Ichiji’s grip tightened around me, his jaw clenching as he glared at his brothers. His hand came to rest on my lower back, his tone firm and protective. "That’s enough," he said, his eyes hard. "Keep your idiotic comments to yourselves."

Niji and Yonji exchanged amused glances, clearly reveling in the teasing. "Oh, come on, Ichiji, we're just having fun!" Yonji laughed, but Ichiji’s sharp gaze silenced them quickly.

Finally regaining my breath, I clenched my right hand and landed a solid hit on Niji’s head.

"Oof!" Niji winced, clearly surprised that the hit connected. He rubbed the spot where I had struck him, glaring but still with a smirk on his face.

"Ohhh, she gave you one of those, huh?" Yonji said, smirking mischievously. "I’ll tell you, brother, when she did that to me, I was stunned too." He winked at me before adding with a playful grin, "But that’s what a hot-blooded woman can do to you."

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at Yonji’s teasing, but before I could respond, Ichiji’s arm tightened around my waist. "Watch it, Yonji," he said firmly, his tone carrying a hint of authority. "She’s my wife."

Yonji raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk never fading. "Hey, I’m just saying, is all. Besides, she’s our sister-in-law. Had to show her some jokes, right?" He grinned, clearly proud of himself for lightening the mood.

I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “You guys are a handful,” I said, smirking at the ongoing antics. It was moments like these that made all the chaos almost bearable—almost.

Before the moment could settle, several members of the Charlotte family approached, their smiles sharp and deliberate. “Mrs. Vinsmoke?” one of them said, addressing me with a sickly-sweet tone.

Before I could respond, Ichiji stepped forward, his arm slipping possessively around my waist. His gaze was sharp, cold even, as he spoke. “My wife doesn’t need to answer to you,” he said, his voice edged with authority. “Now, what is it you want?”

The Charlotte representatives glanced at each other, clearly annoyed by his interjection, but they maintained their composure. “It’s time for her to prepare for the song Pudding requested she perform. I trust you’ve prepared choreography as well?” one of them said with a sly smirk, their tone condescending.

I rolled my eyes internally but kept my expression composed. “As long as I have a wardrobe change,” I said, my voice calm yet firm. “Reiju, would you please accompany me?” I gestured toward her, and she stepped forward, offering a nod with her usual poise.

“What about me?” Ichiji asked, his possessive streak flaring as his hand tightened around me slightly.

“I’m going to change,” I said plainly, raising a brow at him. “Unless you’re planning to supervise the process.”

He smirked but said nothing more, stepping back reluctantly. As Reiju and I began to walk away, Niji and Yonji suddenly appeared, their grins as mischievous as ever.

“Wardrobe change, huh?” Niji teased, his tone dripping with mock curiosity. “What exactly are you wearing under all that fire, Princess?”

Yonji chimed in, nudging Niji. “Yeah, Ichiji, you let her go off alone with Reiju? What if she starts planning an escape?”

Ichiji turned his sharp gaze on his brothers, his tone ice-cold. “Say one more thing, and I’ll throw you both off the roof.”

The threat only seemed to amuse them further, their laughter echoing as Reiju and I walked away toward the changing area. Once we were out of earshot, I couldn’t hold back my irritation. “I can’t believe this bitch asked me to sing her song,” I muttered, shaking my head.

Reiju, casually browsing through the racks of extravagant costumes, glanced over at me. “I can’t believe you’re actually going through with this,” she remarked, raising a brow.

I laughed, crossing my arms. “Hell no, I’m not singing her song. I’ve got one of my own,” I said with a wink and a smirk, already envisioning the chaos I planned to stir.

Reiju chuckled, clearly amused by my defiance. “How about this?”

The outfit consisted of dark blue high-waisted pants, their cut perfectly tailored to accentuate my legs., and the pocket flaps on the side, perfect for hiding my weapons.

Next, she held up the dark blue crop top with sheer sleeves that shimmered faintly under the light. The bra was also dark blue, with intricate rhinestone detailing along the edges, giving it an elegant yet daring vibe.

“And, of course,” Reiju added, pulling a white rhinestone cowboy hat from the rack, “this is your crowning touch.”

I couldn’t help but smile, already envisioning the chaos I was about to stir up. “This is exactly what I need,” I said, taking the heels—sleek and strappy, with rhinestone accents that would sparkle with every step I took. They were the perfect height to add confidence and drama to my every movement.

As I began slipping on the outfit, I adjusted the garter band, ensuring it would stay in place but remain easily accessible. The combination of high-waisted pants, the crop top, and the heels was nothing short of show-stopping.

Reiju stepped back, taking a critical glance. “You’re going to make an entrance,” she remarked, her voice full of approval.

I gave a confident smirk, adjusting my rhinestone cowboy hat. “You know, I don’t think they’ll see this coming.”

Reiju’s gaze lingered as I applied the finishing touches to my outfit, her smirk widening in satisfaction. "You’ve got their attention before you’ve even stepped out. But you’re not stopping there, are you?"

I gave her a knowing grin, twirling once to admire the look in the mirror. “Nope, I’m going all in. Speaking of which…” I paused, running a hand through my hair thoughtfully. “Reiju, I want to change my hair color—dark cherry. Something bold, something they won’t forget.”

Reiju arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “Dark cherry, huh? Now that’s a statement. Lucky for you, I’ve got just the thing.” She disappeared into a nearby cabinet and returned with a compact dye kit. “You’re full of surprises today.”

I took the kit, flashing her a grateful smile. “Let’s add one more layer to this transformation.”

With Reiju’s help, I applied the vibrant color, the cherry hue glimmering like polished gemstones under the dressing room lights. As the dye set, I reached for the blow dryer. “I’ll add some volume, too. If I’m going to perform, I need hair that demands attention.”

Reiju leaned casually against the vanity, arms crossed, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she watched me finish getting ready. "You’re going to make some jaws drop tonight,” she teased. Her tone was light, but there was a flicker of something deeper in her eyes—curiosity, maybe even admiration. “But I have to ask, what’s the ‘one more thing’ you mentioned earlier?”

I tilted my head, securing the last pin in my freshly styled hair, the strands flowing smoothly into a chic low ponytail. A scrunchy glittering with tiny rhinestones held it in place. I reached for the final touch—a rhinestone-studded cowboy hat that I perched on my head with deliberate flair. Adjusting the brim slightly, I smirked at Reiju through the mirror.

“Patience, Reiju,” I said, letting a mischievous note creep into my voice. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Reiju chuckled softly, clearly intrigued, but didn’t press further. As I turned to give myself one last look in the mirror, something in the corner of the room caught my eye.

It was a sleek black jacket draped over a chair. The embroidery on the back stood out in shimmering golden thread, reading Mrs. Vinsmoke.

“Ohhh, this is definitely Pudding’s,” I said with a snort, crossing the room to pick up the jacket. I held it up for Reiju to see, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Reiju pushed off the vanity, stepping closer for a better look. “Subtle, isn’t she?” she remarked dryly, her lips curling into a smirk that matched mine.

“Subtle, my ass,” I shot back, slipping the jacket over my shoulders with a flourish. Adjusting it, I turned to the mirror, letting the fabric settle. “But I’m borrowing it. Besides, I look better in it anyway.”

Reiju chuckled, clearly amused. “I can’t argue with that. You do have a habit of outshining people.”

I tilted the brim of my rhinestone cowboy hat with a playful wink. “What can I say? It’s a talent.”

At that moment, a voice outside the dressing room caught my attention. It was fast-paced, rhythmic, almost like they were rehearsing or freestyling a beat. I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “Perfect,” I murmured, moving toward the door.

Reiju tilted her head. “What are you up to now?”

I cracked the door open slightly and peeked out, spotting the source of the voice. With a smirk, I called out, “Hey! How’d you like to perform with me?”

The person froze mid-flow, turning to meet my gaze. Their surprise was evident, but their lips curved into a matching grin.

Reiju chuckled behind me, shaking her head. “You really don’t hold back, do you?”

I stepped fully into the hallway, radiating confidence. “What can I say? The show’s about to begin, and I plan to steal it.”

With everything in place, Reiju and I walked out onto the rooftop. The moment we emerged, a ripple of surprise swept through the gathered crowd, quickly escalating into enthusiastic cheers and gasps. I could feel the weight of their attention, but instead of intimidation, it fueled me.

The spotlight hit us, reflecting brilliantly off my rhinestone-studded ensemble as I strutted confidently forward. Every step felt like a declaration: I wasn’t just here—I was owning this moment.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, silencing the murmurs. “Ladies and gentlemen! Before we introduce the bride and groom, we have a very special request from Lady Pudding herself! Here to give us an unforgettable performance… Princess Y/N!”

The crowd parted as we made our way to the stage, and from the corner of my eye, I caught Ichiji’s reaction. He spat out his whiskey, his eyes wide as he stared at me in complete disbelief. I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of him.

Yonji, never missing a chance for mischief, leaned over to Niji and whispered loudly enough for me to hear, “Guess she’s not just his wife—she’s a walking spectacle, too!”

Reiju and I exchanged a quick high-five, our little act of solidarity, before I made my way up to the stage. As I stepped into the spotlight, I could see the sea of faces staring at me in awe. I spotted King in the corner of the room, his lips curling into a smirk. His expression was one of approval, but also amusement, as if he knew exactly what kind of chaos was about to unfold.

Grabbing the mic, I raised it to my lips, letting the crowd quiet as my voice cut through the air. “Before we begin, I have three little requests,” I said with a teasing lilt, a smirk curling at my lips. “One: a glass of whiskey—because what’s a performance without a bit of flair? Two: Pudding, sweetheart, if you’re watching, I need you to come take a good look. As sisters-in-law, it’s only fair you see this up close.”

The crowd murmured at my boldness, some laughing, others clearly intrigued.

“And three…” I trailed off, letting the anticipation build as I glanced over the crowd. Their murmurs of curiosity filled the air. Finally, I spoke, my voice steady but playful, “I won’t be singing tonight.”

A ripple of gasps and murmurs swept through the audience, their surprise evident. I let the reaction hang for a moment before continuing, a sly smile tugging at my lips.

“But,” I said, raising a hand to still the crowd, “I will be dancing with someone who will be performing the song for me.”

The crowd’s curiosity shifted into excitement as I stepped aside and motioned toward the performer waiting in the wings. A figure emerged, walking confidently onto the stage, the spotlight illuminating them.

With the atmosphere charged and all eyes on me, I decided it was time to unveil the surprise. I reached up, removing my cowboy hat with a slow, deliberate motion, and removing my scrunchy letting my hair cascade down, the newly dyed dark cherry color gleaming under the lights as it spilled past my waist.

The crowd’s reaction was immediate—gasps, cheers, and even a few whistles rippled through the rooftop as I tossed the hat aside and ran a hand through my hair. The bold transformation had clearly struck a chord.

The crowd seemed to collectively hold their breath as we stood at the center of the stage, my gaze still fixed on the bridal suite window where I could just make out Pudding’s silhouette. She was watching, her fists clenched tight, her face unreadable—though the tension in her posture told me everything I needed to know.

I let the silence stretch for just a moment, savoring the discomfort I was causing, before I broke it with a sickly sweet tone, “There she is.” I pointed toward the window, where Pudding could surely see me. “Hi, dear sister-in-law.” My voice dripped with insincerity, the words ringing in the air like poison.

The audience’s reaction was immediate—gasps, murmurs, and curious eyes darting between Pudding’s position and mine. I didn’t take my eyes off her as a servant rushed up to me with a glass of whiskey, which I took without hesitation, still holding Pudding’s gaze.

“You see, Pudding…” I began, my voice slicing through the murmurs of the crowd like a blade. I raised a glass of whiskey to my lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip, letting the silence stretch just long enough to set the stage. My eyes locked onto the bridal suite, where I knew she was watching.

The corner of my mouth curled into a smirk as I lowered the glass, my tone carrying the perfect mix of sass and audacity. “I never got the song lyrics you wanted me to do.”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, whispers of disbelief and curiosity breaking the stillness.

“Must have been a little mishap,” I continued with a faux-innocent shrug, tilting my head like I genuinely pitied her. My tone was as sweet as honey, but the bite was unmistakable. “But don’t worry, darling… I’ve got something even better planned.”

With that, I turned, allowing her—and the crowd—to take in the bold statement on the back of my borrowed jacket: “Mrs. Vinsmoke” embroidered in shimmering gold.

“Oh, and by the way, Pudding,” I said over my shoulder, the smirk now fully formed, “thanks for letting me borrow this jacket! It’s quite the number, don’t you think?”

The crowd erupted into laughter and scattered applause, all eyes darting between me and the bridal suite. Pudding’s face appeared in the window, her cheeks redder than the ripest cherry, steam practically rising from her ears.

The smirk on my lips widened as I took in the charged atmosphere. I could practically feel the fiery heat of Pudding’s anger from across the venue, and it was the sweetest fuel to my fire. I turned to the crowd, raising my free hand to command their attention.

“All I’m gonna need from you guys in the crowd is to clap and cheer, ‘cause we’re about to go on a rodeo,” I declared, tilting my rhinestone-studded cowboy hat forward with a flick of my wrist.

The crowd cheered wildly, stomping their feet and clapping in anticipation as the beat dropped. The stage lights pulsed, casting dramatic shadows across the room. The performer stepped forward, commanding attention as the sultry rhythm of the song began to fill the space.

“Let’s make a movie, girl, I’ll do the shootin’Camera in my left with your hair in my right...”

I took center stage, letting the music flow through me. My body moved in perfect sync with the beat, every step deliberate and magnetic. I kicked off with intricate footwork, my heels gliding effortlessly across the polished floor as the crowd clapped in rhythm.

The performer’s voice grew stronger, and I added bold moves—rolling my hips and tossing playful winks to the crowd. As the song built up, I made my way toward the tables, spinning and leaping onto one with precision. The crowd gasped, then erupted in cheers as I danced atop the table, my heels stomping in perfect time with the beat.

“Water keep drippin’ while I lay this pipeSex is a drug, well, let’s enjoy this high...”

I dipped low, running my hands along my sides before tossing my head back dramatically. The crowd went wild, their cheers ringing through the air. I glanced to the side, catching Yonji and Niji’s over-the-top reactions.

“Yoooo! She’s killing it!” Yonji shouted, slapping the table. Niji leaned back, whistling. “That’s it, Y/N! Teach this crowd some real moves!”

Ichiji sat stiffly, his arms crossed, his jaw tight as his brothers teased him mercilessly. “You good there, bro?” Yonji said, nudging him. “She’s got the whole roof-top wrapped around her finger, huh?”

“Shut up,” Ichiji muttered, his face unreadable but his eyes betraying that he couldn’t look away. I smirked, feeling the heat of the crowd’s energy building as I danced with all the intensity I had. The beat of the song was pulsing through me, and I made sure every move counted.

"Kissin' wherever you want me" Sang the performer as I blew a kiss to the audience, making sure to wink directly at Ichiji. I could see the subtle flicker of surprise in his eyes, his posture stiffening even more.

I turned and caught a glimpse of King, who was standing off to the side, trying (and failing) to hide the small, amused smile tugging at his lips. His gaze never left me, and I couldn't help but smirk in his direction, enjoying the effect my performance was having on everyone.

“I go bananas when I'm in that monkeyLately been fiendin', feelin' like a junkie,” pointing toward the crowd, egging them on to keep cheering louder. The atmosphere was electric, and I could feel their excitement building.

I tossed my body into the beat with precision, using every part of my body to emphasize the rhythm, as the song reached a climactic moment. "Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum, beat it up like a drummer," I sang, and as the beat dropped, I pumped my body up and down, emphasizing the "Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum" part. The energy was wild, and I played off of it, pushing my moves to the limit, showing off every inch of my grace and confidence.

As the song hit its final stage, the energy in the room exploded. The crowd was on fire, and I could feel the anticipation hanging in the air. The beat of the music reverberated in my chest as I joined the performer, syncing up with every movement, our bodies moving together to the rhythm of the song.

"So, baby, let's go!" we both sang, motioning toward the crowd with our hands, urging them to get in on the movement. The crowd responded instantly, their cheers deafening.

“I wanna feel your body on top of mine” the performer sang, as my body swaying back and forth, feeling the rhythm pulse through me. My hips moved seductively, and I couldn’t help but let the music take over.

As the next line hit, "Right now, we ain't gon' waste no time, baby", we continued to dance together, our movements growing even more sensual. I felt my body move in time with the beat, like I was riding the wave of the music, every step syncing perfectly with the sound.

"Like a Harley in the wind, got you bragging to your friends the way you ride"—I turned to the performer, grinding against him playfully as we danced, bringing the heat to the room.

"My pony," I mouthed, pulling back to face the crowd, making sure they knew I was in control of every inch of the performance. My movements were a mix of hip-hop and seductive flow, grinding and swaying in time with the beat, making sure each movement was deliberate and inviting.

“Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe!” my body following the rhythm of the song as I moved with confidence and style. The crowd went wild with the movement, clapping, cheering, their eyes glued to every turn I made.

Yonji couldn’t hold back a laugh, his eyes following every step I took. "She’s got them all hypnotized!" he teased, nudging Niji, who was watching with an impressed look on his face.

The performer, standing confidently at the front of the stage, began to sing the last few line of the song once more. Their voice was smooth, deep, and full of energy, filling the room with an undeniable allure. The crowd fell into a hush, captivated by the melody.

"I wanna feel your body on top of mine (Let's do it)," the performer sang, their voice seductive as the music pulsed through the air.

As the beat dropped, I stepped forward, moving into the rhythm, my body instantly syncing with the music. The hip-hop movements were sharp and fluid, every step smooth as I glided across the stage.

"Right now, we ain't gon' waste no time, baby (Ride it)," the performer sang, their voice dripping with seduction. I responded with a series of grinding movements, my hips swaying provocatively with each word, making sure the crowd felt every beat.

I felt the heat rising as the music picked up, my body moving with more energy and precision. "Like a Harley in the wind, got you bragging to your friends the way you ride (My pony)," the performer sang, their voice soaring as the beat dropped lower. I matched their energy, stepping into a fluid routine of sexy, deliberate footwork, the audience entranced by the rhythm.

"Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe," the performer continued, their voice carrying through the room as I spun and dropped low, grinding to the beat. My movements were sharp and sexy, a perfect match for the seductive lyrics.

The crowd's energy was electric—cheers erupted with every move, especially from Yonji and Niji, who were clearly enjoying the show. Yonji’s wide grin was impossible to miss as he nudged Niji, both of them leaning forward, unable to look away. Niji laughed, clapping in time with the music, fully invested in the performance.

Ichiji, however, was still rigid, arms crossed, but his gaze was intense, his lips pressed tight as his eyes stayed fixed on me. It was clear from his reaction that he was struggling to maintain his composure, the sight of me performing seemingly breaking his usual stoic demeanor. His jaw clenched as he tried to look anywhere but directly at me, but I could see the desire in his eyes, no matter how much he tried to hide it.

Meanwhile, from the bridal suite, I could almost feel Pudding’s eyes burning into me. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and jealousy. She looked ready to storm out at any moment, but I wasn’t concerned—tonight, I was the one in control, and nothing could take that away from me.

As the song reached its peak, the performer hit the high notes with skill, and I followed suit with one last powerful series of movements. I spun, hips moving to the beat, adding a sexy, grinding flourish. The crowd went wild, cheering and clapping as I finished the final move, my body in perfect sync with the beat.

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath, flashing a confident, playful smile at the crowd. The energy was palpable, and I could feel their excitement buzzing in the air. The performance was a success, and nothing could dampen my moment.

The cheers of the crowd were deafening as I took a moment to bask in the energy, the adrenaline still coursing through me. I raised the mic to my lips, the satisfaction clear in my voice as I addressed Pudding one last time.

“Hope you liked that performance, sister-in-law,” I said, my words dripping with a mix of playfulness and triumph. My eyes met Pudding’s, her seething anger visible even from here. It was hard not to smile wider at the thought of how much I’d riled her up.

A servant quickly approached with another drink, and I took it with a flourish, raising it in the air as the crowd cheered even louder. I felt like I had them all in the palm of my hand.

"Please, a round of applause for this talent right here!" I continued, motioning toward my duet partner, who had joined me onstage, basking in their own glory.

“Now, you guys enjoy the rest of the moment before the real festivities commence,” I said with a sly wink, the lingering energy from the performance still electrifying the rooftop. I took a slow sip of my whiskey, letting the heat of the drink settle as the crowd continued their cheering. I could feel eyes on me, but my focus was on the plan ahead. Everything was falling perfectly into place.

Reiju's playful teasing filled the air as she leaned against the stage, her amusement clear in her eyes. "My, my, that was quite the performance," she said, clapping slowly. "I must admit, I was impressed." She raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips twitching into a grin. "You really do know how to make an entrance."

I laughed, raising my glass to her in a mock salute. "You saw Pudding’s face! I swear, I wish I had a camera for that moment," I said, snickering. The memory of Pudding’s rage was still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't help but revel in it.

Reiju joined in the laughter, her usual composure slipping just a bit as she took in the chaos we’d stirred. "She looked like she was about to explode," Reiju remarked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I think you’ve officially stolen the spotlight, sister."

Just as I was about to respond, Yonji and Niji burst onto the scene, their loud laughter echoing through the space. Yonji slapped his knee, still unable to contain his amusement.

"You saw Ichiji, right?" Niji teased, shaking his head. "Mans didn’t know whether to cover you or what!" He burst out laughing again, clearly enjoying the chaos we'd caused.

I shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk curling on my lips. "He’ll live," I said, taking another sip of my drink, enjoying the banter.

Yonji leaned in with a wink, eyes flicking to my newly dyed hair. "But I gotta admit, that hair change?" He grinned, giving me an approving nod. "You look even more stunning with the dark cherry color. Definitely suits you."

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a playful jolt of confidence. "Glad you noticed," I replied, the smirk not leaving my face. "I think it adds just the right amount of drama."

Yonji doubled over, laughing as he pointed toward Ichiji, whose expression was smoldering. His jaw was tense, his eyes locked on me with a look that was equal parts desire and frustration.

I couldn’t help but laugh, my hand resting lightly on my hip as I glanced toward King. From across the rooftop, I caught his eye and sent him a playful wink. He chuckled, raising his whiskey glass in the air with a knowing smirk. The tension in the room was palpable, but a brief moment of silent exchange between me and the audience lightened the atmosphere, making everything feel just a bit more relaxed. But as I turned back to Ichiji, I couldn’t help but notice the subtle change in his demeanor.

Ichiji hadn’t moved from his spot, his posture stiff as ever, but his usual stoic expression had cracked, and a flicker of something intense burned in his eyes. The fire behind his gaze was unmistakable. His lips parted, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low, thick with unspoken desire.

“My wife really is… something,” he murmured, his eyes trailing over me like he was trying to commit every detail to memory, the weight of his gaze sending an electric jolt through me.

I smirked, my attention shifting back to Reiju for a moment. “Reiju, take this jacket,” I said as I pulled it off, my words flowing casually. The moment I slipped it off, I couldn’t help but feel a certain level of satisfaction when Ichiji’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the outfit beneath it.

I turned to Reiju, letting out a low chuckle. “You were right,” I added, my eyes meeting hers as I nodded toward the transparent arms and the barely-there bra top. “These really did numbers.”

Reiju’s grin was almost as wicked as mine as she accepted the jacket, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction watching Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji take in my revealing outfit. The way their eyes lingered, especially Ichiji’s, was all the confirmation I needed.

"Ohh, that’s right, almost forgot." I grinned mischievously, walking over to Ichiji. As I grabbed the hat, I let the brim flick as I took it off with a flourish, turning my body to face him. Without hesitation, I placed the cowboy hat on his head, my fingers brushing against his hair as I did.

Ichiji’s stiff posture faltered just a fraction, and his eyes locked onto mine, a blend of disbelief and something deeper that flickered behind his gaze. He opened his mouth as though to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

Yonji, ever the troublemaker, let out a snicker and leaned in toward Ichiji with a teasing smirk. "Ha! Look at that, big brother—guess you’ve got yourself a new accessory!" He nudged Niji with a chuckle, clearly enjoying his brother’s discomfort. "What do you think? Is this what you had in mind when you said you'd never let anyone take your wife?"

I couldn’t help but smirk as I took a slow sip of my whiskey, feeling the warmth of it slide down my throat. My eyes shifted to Yonji, a playful glint shining in them. "Hey Yonji, ever heard the phrase ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy?’" I teased, letting the words linger in the air with a mischievous tone. Yonji’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he scrambled to find his words, clearly flustered by my playful teasing. "I—I mean... well, uh... yeah, I've heard of it, but... uh, that's not what I—" His voice trailed off as he nervously glanced between me and Ichiji, clearly unsure how to handle the situation.

I couldn't hold back a mischievous chuckle, enjoying every moment of his discomfort. "I mean, who's to say, a helpless horse is out there, needing help, and the only way to save them is by riding a cowboy? What do you think about that?" I leaned forward slightly, my grin widening as I watched Yonji squirm under my playful taunts.

Yonji cleared his throat awkwardly, still trying to recover from his embarrassment. "Well... uh, I—guess I could... volunteer for that..." He trailed off, his voice cracking slightly as his usual bravado seemed to crumble under the weight of the situation.

Niji, never one to miss an opportunity, raised an eyebrow at Ichiji with a smirk. "Ichiji, give me five minutes alone with your wife," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. His tone was light, but there was an unmistakable hunger behind it, and it didn’t take long for me to realize he was enjoying seeing Ichiji's reaction.

Ichiji’s jaw tightened at Niji’s words, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. His gaze, which had flickered between the three of us, darkened with a possessive intensity that was impossible to miss. "Touch her," he growled, his voice low and thick with barely contained desire, "and I'll make sure you regret it." His eyes locked onto Niji, a mixture of protectiveness and fiery desire radiating off him.

The tension in the air was palpable, the underlying heat of the situation only increasing as I reveled in the way Ichiji's possessiveness and desire shone through. The smile on my face grew even wider as I took another sip of my whiskey, enjoying every moment of the chaos I was causing.

Maybe it was the whiskey talking or just my boldness, but I felt daring at that moment.

"Ichiji's right, you guys," I said, my voice tinged with mischief, as I stepped forward, locking eyes with the man in question. My gaze flickered over his features before landing on the cowboy hat he still wore. "I mean, he is wearing the cowboy hat," I said, grinning slyly, "Maybe he needs saving."

I took a step closer, leaning in to whisper softly in Ichiji’s ear, my voice dripping with a playful tone. "Or maybe, a few lessons in riding. Whichever way is fine with me," I purred, a smirk evident in my tone as I let the words linger between us, the air thick with a daring energy.

Breaking the tension, I leaned back with a smile, my eyes glinting with mischief. “Well, I’m going to get myself another drink. Reiju, you want to come with me before I decide which cowboy to save?” I winked at her, fully aware of the heat I was leaving behind with Ichiji. His gaze followed me as I turned to walk away, a palpable sense of longing radiating from him.

Reiju chuckled, clearly enjoying the scene that had just unfolded. She gave me a playful nod. “I think that sounds like a good idea.”

As we both started to walk, I suddenly paused, turning to her. “Actually, let me change first, and then we’ll get our drinks,” I said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

Reiju nodded, smirking knowingly. “Go ahead. I’ll be waiting.”

I turned back toward Ichiji, his intense gaze still locked onto me, his jaw tight as though he was holding himself back. Stepping close, I reached out, lightly toying with the collar of his dress shirt, my fingers tracing the fabric slowly. “Think you can be a good boy and behave while I’m gone?” I teased, my voice low and sultry.

Ichiji’s lips curled into a faint smirk, though his crimson eyes burned with an undeniable hunger. His hand reached out, gripping my waist and pulling me a little closer. “Good boy, huh?” he murmured, his voice deep and husky. His thumb brushed against my hip, sending a shiver through me. “You really think I’ll sit here quietly after everything you’ve done tonight?”

His words sent a spark of heat down my spine, but I didn’t back down. “I mean,” I said, my tone teasing as I leaned in just a little closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “If you behave, then maybe we’ll try out a few moves later… like you lying in bed while I ride a cowboy.”

Ichiji let out a low growl, his grip tightening on me as his other hand slid up my back, pulling me flush against him. “You’re making it real hard to behave right now,” he said, his voice strained but laced with desire. His lips hovered just inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. “Keep teasing me, and I might not wait until later to show you exactly how this cowboy rides.”

I chuckled, my heart racing as the whiskey added an edge to my boldness. I pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze with a mischievous smile. “Patience, tiger,” I whispered, giving his shirt a playful tug before stepping back completely. “Good things come to those who wait.”

As I turned to head toward the changing area, I cast one last glance over my shoulder, giving him a wink. His fiery gaze stayed locked on me, a mix of frustration and anticipation playing on his face. The tension between us was electric, and I knew I’d left him wanting more.

After a few minutes, I returned, now dressed in my pearl dress and matching pearl heels. The soft shimmer of the pearls caught the light with every step, adding an air of elegance to my bold entrance. I tugged the hem of the dress down subtly, ensuring my weapon was properly concealed once more.

Walking back toward the group, I found Ichiji’s eyes immediately fixed on me again, his gaze raking over me with a smoldering intensity that made the corners of my lips twitch with satisfaction. Niji and Yonji were deep in conversation, but as soon as they noticed me approaching, their attention shifted, their expressions lighting up with playful mischief.

“Alright, we’re back,” I announced, smoothing out the front of my dress casually, though I was fully aware of the attention I was garnering. Just as Ichiji was about to say something the music swelled and the choir’s voices filled the air, I took a deep breath, feeling the tension rising. “Looks like it’s starting,” I said quietly, my gaze sweeping the venue as confetti cannons fired into the air, adding to the grand spectacle.

"Attention, ladies and gentlemen!" boomed the announcer’s voice. "Our main event is here at last! The 35th daughter of the Charlotte Family, Charlotte Pudding, and the 3rd prince of the Germa Kingdom, Vinsmoke Sanji, will join hands in marriage! Let’s go!"

I rolled my eyes at the fanfare and exaggerated excitement, but I kept my face neutral. Around me, the crowd was buzzing with anticipation. Suddenly, the sky darkened as fireworks exploded overhead, illuminating the sky with Big Mom’s Jolly Roger and the Germa 66 flag in brilliant colors.

Yonji, ever the troublemaker, chuckled with amusement. “Haha! Awesome,” he said, clearly enjoying the spectacle. I could tell he was less focused on the seriousness of the event and more on the sheer display of power and extravagance.

The announcer continued, his voice filled with theatrical flair. “And now, without further ado, I present to you the bride and groom!”

All eyes turned upward as Sanji and Pudding appeared, escorted by Zeus, Big Mom’s thundercloud homie. The two of them descended toward the altar. “This young couple will bring the families together in a deadly alliance!” I swallowed hard, the weight of the situation hitting me once again. The deadly alliance was the crux of this twisted ceremony. The stakes were high, not just for Sanji but for all of us. I shifted slightly, trying to keep my nerves in check. The tension in the air was palpable, and though everyone around me seemed caught up in the pageantry, I couldn’t shake the sense of impending doom.

"Okay... all that’s left is to wait for the cue," I thought, glancing subtly toward the others. Everyone knew their part, and the plan had to go off without a hitch. We had only one shot to stop this wedding and escape from Big Mom’s clutches.

As the darkness lifted and we were brought back to daylight, Yonji pointed toward the sky, snickering. "What a dope!" he said, causing both Niji and Ichiji to chuckle alongside him. I raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ichiji with a sharp look, sensing his usual cocky demeanor settling in.

"Come on, princess," Ichiji muttered smoothly, leaning in as he tried to kiss my neck. Before he could get too close, I blocked him, swiftly removing his arm from around my waist. His smirk faltered for a split second as I shot him a pointed glare.

"Ohhh, looks like you upset your wife again, Ichiji!" Niji teased, thoroughly entertained. "That’s two strikes—one more, and you'll be in the dog house for sure!" He laughed, and Yonji joined in with his usual cheeky grin.

Ichiji rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by their teasing. "Keep running your mouths, and we'll see who's really in trouble later," he said, his voice low with authority. I gave a small smirk but kept my focus elsewhere, my eyes drifting toward the altar.

Sanji and Pudding were descending, and to my shock, Sanji looked... happy. Genuinely happy. "That idiot," I thought, my chest tightening. But then again, it was typical Sanji—always falling head over heels, blinded by his emotions. "Lovesick fool," I muttered inwardly, trying to shake off the growing frustration.

But as I stood there, watching them, Zoro’s words from back in Zou echoed in my mind like a haunting reminder: "He's just going to hurt you." Those words had struck me then, but now, they felt like a cold truth. My mind flashed back to when I had caught Sanji and Pudding together, wrapped in that intimate moment. The memory clawed at me, reigniting the fire of betrayal I had tried so hard to bury.

I want to be angry, to let that rage consume me like it did before, I thought. But I couldn't afford to let those feelings take over now, not when so much was at stake. The mission was more important than my anger, more important than my personal feelings. I could be mad at Sanji later—once we all made it out of here alive.

Nami POV…

I paced back and forth, my anxiety mounting as I glanced at Luffy, still lost in his food dreams. This is ridiculous! How could he sleep through all of this? The stakes were incredibly high, and he had to wake up!

“Wake up, Luffy!” I shouted again, but he remained unresponsive, drooling and mumbling incoherently about meat. It was infuriating. I felt a mix of desperation and irritation bubbling up inside me.

Jinbei, trying to take charge of the situation, had resorted to slapping Luffy’s face. “Luffy! The wedding is starting right now!” he yelled, his deep voice echoing in the room. Yet, it was as if Luffy was in a world of his own, completely oblivious to the urgency of the moment.

I leaned closer, my eyes narrowing in frustration. “Luffy! Sanji and Y/N are in danger! You need to wake up!” I cried, but it was like shouting into a void. Jinbei’s slaps weren’t working, and Luffy just kept snoozing, blissfully unaware of the chaos about to unfold.

“What’s the secret to waking him up?” Jinbei asked, his brow furrowing in concern. I felt a wave of annoyance wash over me.

“Well, he was running around a lot before he crashed,” I explained, trying to remain calm. “Now he’s probably having food dreams. If he’s hungry, he won’t wake up easily.”

Chopper’s eyes lit up as a plan formed in his mind. “Hey! Do we have any meat? That should do it!”

I nodded vigorously, realizing Chopper was onto something. “Yes! We need to get him meat!”

One of Bege’s men looked skeptical, glancing at the wedding preparations outside. “But there’s no time for breakfast!”

“Just do it!” Chopper urged, his tiny voice filled with urgency.

The man finally relented, darting toward the kitchen. I felt my heart race as I watched him go. Hurry up! We don’t have much time! The thought of Sanji and Y/N in danger pushed me to the brink of panic. They needed Luffy, and they needed him now.

Y/N POV…

As Sanji and Pudding made their descent to the altar, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. My eyes flickered over to Judge, who stood proudly at the front, basking in the glory of this union that would strengthen Germa's power. This is insane, I thought, trying to shake off the unease creeping up on me.

Niji and Yonji stood nearby, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity as they watched the spectacle unfold. Just then, I felt Ichiji's warmth as he leaned in, resting his head against my neck and pressing a soft kiss against my skin. “Don’t be mad at me…” he whispered, his breath sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.

I rolled my eyes, trying to maintain my composure despite the way his lips brushed against my neck. “We are in public, you know,” I replied, forcing my tone to sound light-hearted, but I could feel my cheeks warming. Why is he so infuriatingly charming?

Ichiji smirked, his confidence unwavering. “So? It’s just a little affection,” he said, sliding his arm back around my waist. His touch sent mixed signals through my mind. This is not the time or place, I thought, biting my lip to suppress the blush threatening to spread across my face.

I focused back on the altar, where Sanji looked oddly happy next to Pudding. What a fool, I thought, but a pang of sadness tugged at my heart. What was he thinking? Suddenly, the chef and his assistants burst into song and dance. “I never knew this was a musical!” I exclaimed, causing Yonji to laugh heartily beside me.

“This is way too much...” I muttered, trying to wrap my head around the spectacle unfolding before my eyes. Then, out of nowhere, a giant cake descended from the rooftop, drawing gasps from the crowd. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I said, incredulously. So that’s their altar. Makes sense they want it to look like someone else shot Sanji, I thought, irritation bubbling within me. Evil bastards.

As everyone began to clap and cheer at the ridiculous display, I took another sip of my drink, trying to drown out the growing unease. Just then, a waiter approached, guiding us to our VIP seats. “Here... enjoy the wedding from these VIP seats,” he said as he led us through the crowd. Ichiji opened my seat, and I sat down next to him, followed by Reiju, Yonji, Niji, and finally Judge.

I felt the familiar hum of my blade secured in its thigh halter, a comforting reminder of my strength amidst this chaos. Hmmm, I thought, glancing at the grand cake towering before us.

As tea was poured, Ichiji pulled me closer with his hand over my shoulder. “Sanji really lucked out, didn’t he? If I had known Pudding was that hot, I would’ve married her myself,” Yonji quipped, eliciting an eye roll from me.

“Marry Big Mom’s daughter? No thanks,” Niji chimed in, shaking his head.

“Sanji is nothing more than a sacrifice. Once he’s married, he’ll be under Big Mom’s thumb for the rest of his life,” Ichiji said, his voice laced with a chilling seriousness. I turned to him, my expression filled with distaste. “Is that all your brother is to you?” I shot back.

“Princess, it’s not—” Ichiji started to say, but I ignored him, removing his arm from around my shoulders and crossing my left leg defiantly.

“Third strike! Looks like Ichiji is in the doghouse tonight!” Yonji teased, a wide grin on his face. “But don’t worry; I’ll be sure to keep your wife company for you,” he added, winking at me.

“Yeah, Ichiji, just say you’re sorry, and maybe your wife will forgive you,” Niji laughed, clearly enjoying the moment.

Ichiji then leaned in, planting a kiss on my cheek, his voice low and teasing. “Did I ever tell you, you look hot when you’re mad?” he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.

I continued to ignore him, acting as if he weren’t there. But Ichiji, undeterred, began kissing me repeatedly on the cheek, causing me to stifle a small laugh despite my annoyance. “Okay, okay!” I finally relented, turning to him with a reluctant smile. “Just stop already, will you?”

Ichiji grinned, clearly pleased with himself as he finally pulled back. The playful banter and teasing from Niji and Yonji had lightened the tension a bit, but my mind was still swirling with thoughts of Sanji and what was about to happen.

Nami POV…

Luffy continued to sleep soundly, blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding at the wedding. Just as I was about to lose my patience, a waft of meat drifted through the air, catching his attention. His eyes shot open, and with a loud, joyous yell, he exclaimed, "Meat!"

He bolted upright, eyes wide with excitement, and lunged for the plate piled high with delicious food. “Works every time,” I said, smirking at Jinbei, who looked equally amused yet anxious.

“Luffy! Pudding’s gunshot is about to go off any second now! It’s time for the mission!” Jinbei urged, trying to keep Luffy focused.

“Okay! Just let me finish this meat first!” Luffy replied between mouthfuls, completely absorbed in his feast.

“I can’t wait anymore!” Jinbei yelled, his voice rising as he grabbed Luffy by the shoulders and started pulling him toward the exit.

“Nooo! Meat!” Luffy wailed, reaching back for the plate with desperate hands, his eyes filled with panic at the thought of leaving it behind.

“Priorities, Luffy!” I shouted, exasperated but trying to keep my voice steady. “We can’t afford to miss our chance! Sanji and Y/N are counting on us!”

Y/N POV…

My heart began to race, knowing that once that gunshot started, the plan would be in motion. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, but anxiety crept in, coiling tightly around my chest. The lavish ceremony felt surreal, each moment stretching out like an eternity.

“Now, you may lift the veil… and kiss the bride…” the priest announced, his voice echoing through the crowd.

Dread seeped inside me like a cold chill, filling me with an unsettling weight. I glanced over at Sanji, who stood next to Pudding, his expression a mix of forced happiness and confusion. My mind raced back to everything that led us here—the stakes were higher than ever, and I felt the pressure building around us.

Sanji POV…

Minutes before making it to the altar…

I scanned the crowd of smiling faces, all cheering as Zeus carried Pudding and me toward the wedding cake altar. "Ohh, look, that wedding cake is going to be our altar," Pudding remarked, her voice sweet and cheerful.

"You're more lovely, my dear," I swooned, momentarily losing myself in her charm and forgetting the mission at hand. But just as I felt a wave of happiness wash over me, my gaze fell upon a peculiar woman wearing a pearl dress—Y/N. My heart raced as I locked eyes with her, a mix of relief and apprehension flooding over me. I also noticed her hair color change, "When did she.." I thought.

But then I noticed Ichiji’s hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. The sight made my teeth grit in frustration. “What are you doing, you bastard?” I thought, feeling a surge of protectiveness wash over me.

“Sanji... are you alright?” Pudding asked, her voice pulling me back to reality.

“Yeahhh, just anxious, is all,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as we arrived at the altar. The priest began to recite the words we had rehearsed, his voice echoing in my ears.

“Do you, Sanji, take Pudding to be your lawfully wedded wife, till death do you part?” he asked.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “And do you, Pudding, take Sanji to be your lawfully wedded husband, till death do you part?” he continued.

“Yes, I do,” Pudding replied, blushing deeply.

“You may now lift the veil and kiss the bride,” the priest announced. As I slowly lifted her veil, my heart raced harder. But then, I was stunned into silence when I saw her third eye.

“To think you were hiding such a beautiful eye,” I murmured, a blush creeping across my cheeks. The moment felt surreal until I noticed tears streaming down Pudding’s face.

“What...” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“I know I shouldn’t stare, but it looks so pretty,” I stammered, trying to make sense of her tears. But instead of responding, Pudding knelt to the floor, covering her face in despair.

“You go to hell!” she shouted through her sobs. “I know, I’m a freak! Is this pity? Damn you! I’ve never...” Her words were cut off by her cries.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me…” I urged, desperation creeping into my voice. But just then, the gunshot fired, shattering the moment. My instincts kicked in, and I dodged a second attack just in time, landing on the priest, who was clearly just as shocked as I was.

The plan was now in motion. My heart raced as adrenaline surged through me. No more hesitation. It was time to protect those I cared about and fight against this madness

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