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peachsukii · 1 month

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 | 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 『 band au | strangers to lovers 』 ♡ artist!reader x drummer!bakugo

summary // In the middle of the night, six months apart, the stars align and allow yourself and Bakugo to make the much needed decisions to save yourselves from drowning in loveless relationships. content // backstory, angst & some comfort, mentions & descriptions of abuse from a partner (physical & mental), ex-bakucamie & ex-toya/dabi & reader, smoking, reference to alcohol & drug usage wc // 2.4k 『 ink & rhythm masterlist ⊹ crossposted to ao3 』

February

This is it, this is the moment you've waited for.

A familiar ache pulses in your chest, your heart begging you to reconsider your actions.

No, not again.

Never again.

There's no use in dwelling on empty feelings right now. You need to take advantage of the opportunity to finally escape from the demon that's shackled you to this hellscape called a relationship. His sharp tongue can't convince you any longer that this pain is love in disguise. There's nothing left to save, no more hope left in your broken heart to fuel the promise of change. Two years of holding onto a nonexistent future, forced to accept that this reality was the closest you'd get to having a happily ever after, full of fights fueled by drugs and alcohol. The screaming matches, shoving, threats…and the love bombing to make everything magically disappear in front of others.

There's no way in any circle of hell that this is love.

You tip toe across the bedroom under the moonlight, careful not to wake him from his comatose state. The soft green and purple hue around your wrists was a forceful reminder of the last time you woke him…no, you can't think about that right now. Grabbing a few odds and ends, you gently tuck your backpack over your shoulder and walk out of the bedroom, leaving the door cracked to not make any sound. Once you're in the living room and at the foyer, you can feel the freedom in your grasp. You're shaking while lacing your sneakers, biting your lip to keep all of your emotions contained, holding it in until you can close the front door and bolt to your car.

The sound of the wooden floor creaks from the bedroom, a jolt of lightning paralyzing every muscle in your body.

Please.

Please go back to bed.

A few moments pass with no additional movement, the breath you were unconsciously holding slipping past your lips. It's not much, but the things you managed to grab will hold you over until you get somewhere safe - your phone, car, and backpack with a change of clothes is all you can risk to take with you. Anything else would've been a dead giveaway to your plan.

The latch on the front door is the equivalent of a car backfiring in your mind, the slightest sound echoing through the silence of the apartment and keep keeping you on edge. One last look over your shoulder and the coast is clear.

You're free. You've done it!

Shutting the door has you internally celebrating with joy, not caring how loud the click of the lock sounds now that you're outside the apartment. Before any second thoughts come flowing into your mind, you find yourself sprinting for the stairwell, rushing faster than your feet could carry you to the car. You swing the driver door open, jumping inside and throwing your backpack into the passenger seat. The keys are in the ignition and your foot's on the gas before you have a chance to think about where the hell you're even going, laughing with relief that you managed to get away. Part of you feels psychotic for laughing uncontrollably - call it a defense mechanism, but goddamn, it felt fucking liberating to run away.

Until your phone starts buzzing in the cup holder, repeated cycles of vibrations rattling against the plastic. You already know who it is. Who else would be calling you at 4AM besides him? And that's when it hits you - your shared location is turned on. Pulling over to the nearest shoulder, you have to talk yourself out of the incoming panic attack and turn the damn thing off before he finds you. Opening the settings of your phone, you're trying to turn off the functionality when a passcode screen prompts you to input the correct code.

Fuck!

You forgot about the argument the two of you had about trust, resulting in him stealing your phone in the middle of the night and putting parental locks on every setting that could hide you from him. There's only one thing to do - ditch the entire thing. Scrambling for a pen and paper, you quickly jot down the important numbers in your phone into a random notebook before turning off the phone completely. Losing all of your memories, notes, and other precious things is bittersweet, but it's not worth keeping if it means he continues to have the opportunity to hunt you down.

And so, you smash it. It's poetic, in a fucked up way.

You don't stop driving until you're a few miles down the road, parking at one of the popular cliffside lookouts outside of town. The water below roared with intensity as it slammed up against the jagged rocks at the base of the cliff, taunting you to jump in. It's taken a lot of guts to run away. You'd considered throwing yourself into the abyss once upon a time, but realized that's probably what the bastard wanted you to do. Out of spite, you couldn't give him the satisfaction. It's shockingly difficult to let go of the broken phone in your hands, even though it symbolizes a new beginning, it's terrifying to think about starting over. You're already planning on changing your name, getting a new number, replacing your license plate, and anything else attached to the name he knew you as. The obsessive thought of him finding you again plagues your brain, constantly needing to watch your back in case he appears out of thin air.

…will you ever be safe as long as he's alive?

No more waiting, no more hesitation.

One final exhale fills you with the confidence to finally let go. Your phone drops to the rocks below, tumbling with a soft crack before being completely submerged in the darkened waters.

"Fuck you, Toya," you curse. "I hope you rot in hell."

Maybe you'll be lucky and he'll think that you jumped after all, tracing your phone to this location to find nothing but open water.

Driving away from this god forsaken town for the last time fills you with dread and glee, a weird combination of chemicals banging around in your head and chest the rest of the night. A few hours later, the sign for your hometown comes into view with the sunrise peaking over the horizon - a brand new dawn. The bastard never cared to learn where you came from, meet your family or your friends outside of college, and right now? That was a blessing in disguise.

You pull into the drive of your parents home a little before 7AM, the weight of your decision finally setting in. Holy shit, you left. You got out and survived.

You fucking survived Toya Todoroki.

July

2:05AM and Bakugo can't sleep.

He never rests while Camie is around, especially after a night of fighting about the stupidest shit imaginable. She laid peacefully on the opposite side of the bed, naked under the sheets with her hair splayed across the silk pillow. He can't stand to look at her.

Or himself.

Bakugo couldn't even give a valid reason as to why he stays with Camie. She's the poison and the antidote, stuck in a vicious cycle of hate fucking with no semblance of love, and yet…he lets her back in. A few crocodile tears and the flutter of her eyelashes up at him makes him crumble like ancient stone. She only comes around whenever she's feeling lovesick, desperate to manipulate Bakugo's feelings like a master puppeteer if she can't get another random guy to come home with her.

And goddammit, it works.

He throws on a pair of sweats and heads to the living room, grabbing his cigarettes and lighter before pivoting to the balcony. The stars feel like friends tonight - they were always there whenever he needed an escape from Camie. He hated being alone with his feelings, the incessant thoughts battling in his head as to why he gives a shit about her. Bakugo swears everything was perfect in the beginning…three years ago. It's been a shitstorm ever since, the longest one night stand he's ever dealt with. Camie has never shed a genuine tear over him. Not during fights, break ups or makeups. She knew all the ways to get under Bakugo's skin, how to break down his walls and use his insecurities against him while keeping him wrapped around her manicured finger. It pissed him off to no end that he sees through her charade, and yet, his heart yearns for connection and Camie is the closest thing he's got.

Sitting here and wallowing in his disgust isn't going to change a thing, and for whatever reason, tonight felt like the right time to finally give himself a kick in the ass. Bakugo grabs his phone and calls the one person he knows will hold him accountable - Kirishima. The line rings a few times before Mina's high pitched yawn echos over the speaker.

"Kaaatsu…It's 2AM," she whispers. "You okay, babe?"

Far from it.

"I know, sorry for wakin' ya. I need to talk to Eijiro."

She pauses for a moment, knowing Bakugo wouldn't be calling so late if it wasn't important.

"Sure, gimmie a sec to wake him."

It's faint, but Bakugo can hear Mina coaxing Kirishima awake. 'Ei baby, Katsuki’s on the phone for you.'

There’s more shuffling before Kirishima takes the phone from Mina.

“Heya Kats. Everything okay?”

“…no. I fucked up, Ei.”

Kirishima sighs. He knows what this is about before Bakugo even says another word.

"Camie?"

Bakugo pauses to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

"Yeah. Can I crash on your couch tonight?"

"'Course you can. I'll wait up for ya."

"Thanks."

What the fuck was Bakugo thinking? Is he really going to leave in the middle of the night?

Fuck it, it's what Cami deserves after all the times she's done it to him. This is nothing compared to the shit she's pulled. Changing the locks to their joint apartment and locking him out multiple times, bringing guys back to fuck loudly in their bed to make him jealous, letting her one night stands wear his clothes, burning his music collection in the dumpster out back of the building, threatening to off herself if he didn't stay with her…the list goes on.

He grabs an extra pair of clothes, his phone charger, wallet, keys and his favorite hoodie. When he throws it on, a whiff of Camie's obnoxious perfume clouds his senses, his stomach churning at the thought of her wearing it around the house. He takes off the hoodie and tosses it into the corner of the room - he'd rather be cold than have any lingering reminder of her.

Making his way to the door, he kicks his feet into a pair of sneakers and turns to face the living room. In his heart, he knew this would be one of the final times looking at this scene, but he needed to leave it in the past. Bakugo needed to leave Camie two and a half years ago, and he tried his damndest to do so. She always slithered back in and sunk her claws into him.

This time will be different.

It has to be different.

Bakugo opens the door, and as he's halfway out, Camie's voice travels down the hall from the bedroom. "Kiki? Where'd ya go?"

God, he fucking hated when she called him Kiki.

He shuts the door before his heart has a chance to give in to her saccharine pleas.

The sounds of his motorcycle underneath him as he drives to Kirishima and Mina's apartment soothes his nerves. The rumble of the engine and the breeze on his exposed skin, nothing but the night sky accompanying him. When Bakugo gets to the apartment, Kirishima's already by the door, waiting for him outside.

"Hey," Kirishima calls, nodding in Bakugo's direction. "Nice night for a ride."

Bakugo chuckles at Kirishima's attempt to lighten the mood. "Every night is a nice night for a ride."

The two of them go inside, Bakugo tossing his shoes to the side and plops face down on the couch. Kirishima comes to join him, patting him on the back.

"You wanna talk about it?"

No, he really doesn't, but he needs to get all this pain out of his body. There's no way Bakugo could go another moment without exploding if he didn't word vomit all of this pent up resentment and heartache.

"I fuckin' let her back in, Ei. I'm a goddamn idiot."

Kirishima tugs on Bakugo's arm to sit him upright on the couch, arm slung over his shoulder.

"We all fuck up sometimes, Kats."

Bakugo grumbles as his fingers tighten on his knees. "I hate her so goddamn much. For everything." He takes a deep breath before moving his head into his hands, the pressure behind his eyes becoming too much to hold in. "I hate that I love…loved her. She's the bane of my fuckin' existence. She's a two-timing bitch! Why…"

Kirishima tucks Bakugo against his side, letting him ride out the emotions as they continued to surface.

"Why was I never good enough for her?" His voice cracks before a sob escapes him. "Why am I never enough?!"

Mina slinks into the living room, sleepily rubbing her eyes as she makes way over to the couch, kneeling in front of Bakugo and cupping his face in her hands. She wipes away a few stray tears from his cheeks.

"Katsuki, you are enough, babe. That bitch doesn't deserve any ounce of you, including your tears. The hardest part is over, and now you can focus on yourself."

She's right. Bakugo knows she's right.

But can he focus on himself when all he's known is a life with Camie for the last three years?

"Mina's right, Kats," Kirishima chimes in while running a hand through Bakugo's hair. "You did the right thing, man. You can stay here as long as you need. Alright?"

In what world could he avoid Camie forever? Bakugo knows how she operates and she'll be making his life a living hell until his dying day. He agrees with a nod, moving away from their comforting grasps to lay down on the couch, curling into himself against the cushions. Kirishima and Mina retreat back to their bedroom, leaving Bakugo on the couch with his thoughts.

The worst is yet to come, but for once, he feels…safe, lighter than he has in a long time.

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piratefishmama · 10 months

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I Wish | Part 1

The trailer was quiet when he pulled up into the loose gravel driveway; Wayne probably already off to work.

With his bag in hand, he hopped out and trekked through the snow covered stones up to the door, unlocked it and stepped through. He kicked his dirty boots against the doorway to loosen the snow caking them, took them off, and trudged through to his room, throwing his bag onto the edge of the bed as he walked through.

It fell to the floor almost immediately.

It made a sound. A harsh clink of a sound that rattled his brain, had the memory of a bottle full of liquid rushing to the forefront of his mind from the depths it’d hidden itself in.

Not where it’d come from, just that it was there.

He’d bought things that could be ruined by liquid. The intricate scarf, the dice bag he’d gotten for free, even the wooden mug might have been marred by a glittering liquid of unknown consistency.

In a panic, Eddie rushed forwards and gathered up the bag, immediately pulling it open and rifling through for any sign of disaster, only finding the purchases he remembered, and the mysterious little paper bag that he’d forgotten.

“What the...” he mumbled, before pulling the paper bag out and placing his bigger bag back down on the bed. “Where the hell did you come from?” Another soft mumble to himself, he did that a lot when Wayne wasn’t around, and as usual no answer came.

With a small frown pinching his brow he reached into the paper bag, and pulled out the little bottle within.

It was warm in his hand, the warmth tingling his fingers, eyes locked on the gentle swirl of the galaxy within it, marred only a little by a smudge on the otherwise clean, coloured glass. Just a smudge, just a tiny little smudge, he wouldn’t care usually, it was a pretty thing he didn’t really remember buying, probably just something he’d picked up along the walk through.

It didn’t matter, the smudge, something he would have usually ignored, was annoying him.

It shouldn’t be there, that weird little smudge, couldn’t even place what it was, it was just... a smudge. A bit of dirt. Maybe some dust. No idea where it’d come from, was it always there? He didn’t remember. Barely even remembered buying the thing, but it was annoying regardless.

He’d never felt compelled to clean before yet there he was, unable to think of doing anything but pulling his sleeve over his palm, and rubbing that stupid little smudge until it disappeared.

Only that wasn’t all it did.

The bottle shook, it sparked, electricity danced along the thick glass surface, wind seemed to blow from no actual source, Eddie dropped the bottle with a startled “the FUCK?!” A reflex that he couldn’t help but do when he saw the electricity, he dropped it, it rolled under his bed, and suddenly his room was filled with a glittering purple smoke as if some kind of bomb had gone off, the smoke billowing out from under his bed on all sides until he couldn’t see his bed anymore.

Until he couldn’t really see much of anything.

His hands reflexively covered his eyes to protect them from not just the smoke, but the glow that’d slowly begun breaking through the clouds.

He rushed to open a window, open a door, do something to clear out the smoke, but it didn’t budge, it didn’t move from his room, swirling slow around the bedroom like the galaxy within the bottle, filling his room until he could see nothing but the deep purple smog, and the glow at its centre.

Then all of a sudden, it vanished. Or rather it was sucked inwards, all that smoke, the glittery purple smog and the glow at its centre rapidly caved in on itself, revealing at that centre… a man.

A lone man sat atop his bed. A… well Eddie didn’t really know how else to describe him other than… golden, man.

His skin sun-kissed to a point where it shimmered in the light of the overhead bulb as if he’d been airbrushed with a dusting of golden glitter and decorated with a nights skies worth of constellation-like moles. His thick, full hair was a dark brown with honey gold highlights, it was tied at the back, the loose ponytail long enough to brush his mid-back with short layers around his nape to hide where the ponytail began.

He was dressed in clothes not dissimilar to what Eddie had seen at the Faire, loose fitting fabrics, no real fineries to speak of, just… peasant garb, his cream, long sleeved shirt a deep V neck with a thick thread loosely criss-crossed over the opening, the deep V revealing a dense patch of hair across his chest, darker than that on his head.

His pants were some kind of cotton material, loose but practical, and around his waist was a red fabric wrap.

He didn’t wear shoes. He wore no jewellery besides a simple band around his forehead made of silver, and a twinkling rose-gold anklet tightly clasped just above his ankle, with a lengthy chain tail that appeared long enough for it to clasp a little looser if the wearer desired.

The man turned his attention, his hazel-green eyes to Eddie, and smiled.

“She gotcha, huh?”

Eddie blinked once, then twice, and then promptly passed the fuck out.

He came too not on the floor, but cushioned by what felt like the couch, something that was confirmed when he lifted his head to take stock of his surroundings. He didn’t… remember what’d happened though, did he fall asleep? It was dark outside, had he laid down and just… fallen asleep out in the living room? Did he—

“How’s your head, big guy?” Eddie startled, sitting up straight he was slammed by the memory of the man on his bed, whacked right round the head by the memories of glowing purple smoke, glitter, of galaxies in forgettable little bottles.

He was sat there, in the middle of the room, on the carpet, his legs crossed in front of him just. Watching him with wide unblinking, downturned eyes. Impossibly golden. Beautiful.

“Who—what—whe—”

“Stephan, Genie, The Crone sold me to you, although you probably don’t remember that last bit, they never do.” Did that answer any of his questions, yes and no, it both did and did not. “Listen, to cut things short, you attended a festival, right?”

“Uhm… a Faire, Renaissance Faire.”

“Renna—okay whatever, it’s a kind of festival though, right?” Eddie wordlessly nodded “okay, so you got grabbed by The Crone. She’s a sorceress, she goes from festival to festival, grabs some unsuspecting human, and sells my bottle to them. Then you forget it happened until you get to somewhere safe, something reminds you of the bottle, you see the smudge, rub the bottle, and poof, out I come. It’s fool proof.”

“… What’s fool proof?”

“What I just—the process, Eddie, what I just told you, the process, her process, everything she does, it’s completely fool proof, it’s never failed.” Now, Eddie never claimed to be stupid. In fact he loudly declared at any opportune moment that his academic career was simply marred by the looming ghastly shadow of his fathers’ behaviour. That he’d have been fine, he’d have passed with flying colours in all of his subjects had his father not been a great heaving pile of shit, with a stench so vile it marred all future generations in the eyes of Hawkins residents.

Yet this? Whatever the fuck this was? Beyond him. So far beyond him he felt dwarfed by how lost he was before it all.

“Uh…” so eloquent. What were words? Wait— “how do you know my name?”

“You opened my bottle.” As if that answered everything, thankfully the man realised that it didn’t, because he rolled his eyes as if so very put upon, and continued “It’s part of the magic, the person who opens my bottle, becomes my master, I know my masters name, that’s just the way it is. Plus I may have snooped.” Eddie frowned “Oh c’mon you were out for two hours, of course I snooped! You had notebooks open on your desk, ‘property of Eddie Munson’, that’s you, yes?” He already knew it was him.

He wasn’t lying, opening the bottle gave him just enough knowledge of the opener to have an awkward and stilted conversation with them once they realised they weren’t dreaming. Or in Eddie’s case, once they woke up.

“…Magic?”

“Mhm, Genie.” ‘Stephan’ nodded his head affirmative. “We are the embodiment of magic.” He said with a flourish of his hands.

“G—Genie… Genie? Like… three wishes, Genie?”

“Genuinely wish I knew where that comes from, no, Eddie. Genie, yes. Three wishes? No. Unlimited wishes. You have my bottle, it’s yours until you either accidentally kill yourself, someone kills you, or you voluntarily wish me back to the bottle. Disclaimer because this has happened twice now, forcing me back into my bottle relinquishes your ownership of it, and I return to The Crone to be sold anew. If you tire of me, you simply need only wish me back to my bottle, and I will go. You will not get back whatever you paid for me, that is what you used to forge the contract.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, accidentally what myself?” And contract?! What contract?! “Someone kills me?! What?!”

Had he wandered upon some kind of fae? No surely they didn’t exist. But then Genie. Or maybe insane homeless person who broke in. It wasn’t like he was dressed in ‘fine garbs and jewels’ like Genies usually were, right?

“Kill yourself. Or someone kills you yes. Second disclaimer, irresponsible wishing can and will cause death. If you can catch it before you perish, you can retract it no harm no foul, however you have to speak your retraction, you have to wish for your retraction. The dead do not speak, Eddie, and they certainly do not wish. Same goes for someone killing you. I would tell as few people as possible about me, humans are greedy and they don’t understand how the contract works. You can’t just steal my bottle. Upon your demise I will return directly to The Crone, she will sell my bottle to another unsuspecting human and the cycle will start anew. You cannot steal a genie, but thieving humans do not know that.”

“Okay can I wake up now?” Surely he was still unconscious, surely he was dreaming, he had to be, genies didn’t exist, magic didn’t exist, he’d been playing D&D long enough to know things like magic didn’t exist. He was not about to become one of those people who swore blind that things in D&D were real.

He wasn’t. He wouldn’t become one of them.

“You’re not dreaming, I can pinch you if you like?” Eddie pinched himself, hissing a sharp ‘ow’ immediately after “or you can pinch yourself, whatever.” ‘Stephan’ shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Why aren’t you dressed like a Genie?”

“How many Genie’s have you met to know what one dresses like?”

“Touche. Can you prove it?”

Stephan smiled at him, all teeth, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and maybe magic. Handsome. He was handsome. Unfairly so really, Eddie was trying very hard to ignore it. “Your wish is my command, Master, you need only speak it, and it shall be done.” He was failing to ignore it. “What do you wish of me?” He was really failing to ignore it.

But what could he wish for? Something big enough that it couldn’t possibly be faked, something fantastical enough that it’d prove Stephan was what he said he was, something completely and utterly unexplainable by anything other than real genuine magic. Something completely life changing in every way shape and form.

Something— “I wish my band, Corroded Coffin, was world famous.”

Part 3

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asleepyy · 10 months

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HELLO I HAVE!! QUESUTON!!! waving my arms around like a child in a classroom!!!!

so idk if this had been asked yet but the general consensus for gomens is aziraphale doesnt do gender and crowley hoards it, to my understanding. is this gonna be consistent in oopsie omens too or are they gonna be switched? asking bc u give the fem aziraphale enthusiasts what they want and i would like to see if more fem crowley is a possibility???

ty for your timeee!! love ur work im so incredibly normal abt it okay bye *throws smoke bomb and disappears*

HELLO IM HERE TO ANSWER-- HEY WHAT THE. WHERE'D YOU GO??!

in oopsie omens both jophiel and azazel are agender, any pronouns are okay with them, though azazel likes they/them the most, and jophiel doesn't care either way. so in that regards it's kind of consistent with gomens canon.

fem!jophiel will pop up again! she will be reappearing in 2012, alongside a fem!azazel, so we'll be getting some ineffable wives content too : )

#oopsie!omens #ask #anon

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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RoR Incorrect quotes#142 Pucker up Fishy

When The Greek Gods Were Invited to a festival from the human side, Promising drinks food, and entertainment...One God In particular needed to participate... and dragged like the hermit of the family he is to it

Raiden* Appears in the middle of the stage welcoming everyone*COME ONE! COME ALL! HURRY, HURRY, HERE'S YOUR CHANCE SEE THE MYSTERY AND ROMANCE~*Winks at Poseidon who is sitting with Hades and Heracles*

Poseidon*Glares at Raiden and continues to drink*

Raiden: COME ONE! COME ALL! SEE THE FINEST BEAUTY ON EARTH MAKE AN ENTRANCE TO ENTRANCE DANCE LA Y/NNNNNN...DANCE!?~*Throws a smoke bomb to the floor*

On the last word, Raiden disappears in a puff of smoke, and You appear in his place, You proceed to perform a sultry dance on the stage

Poseidon*Eyes blew wide, but returns to his usual stoic self...with eyes still glued on your figure, To Heracles* Look at that disgusting display.

Heracles*enthusiastically nods and moves bangs out his way to see you* Yes, sir!

Y/n*Giving a quick Wink to Hades*?~

Hades*Coughs into a fist averting his gaze from you...for like a minute before going back to Oggling you*...

You continue to dance, pull out a handkerchief, Jump to Posiedon's chair onto his lap, and wrap it around Poseidon's head playfully, using it to pull him closer... As you move in to kiss him

Poseidon *Is completely still as he is taken aback by your boldness as he feels your lips getting closer...he ever so slowly moves closer*...

But you jump away at the last moment with a smirk and ruffle his hair all for it to fall on his face, He yanks the handkerchief off his head with a glare and grind of teeth

Part 2 of: https://www.tumblr.com/luxthestrange/716587428763287552/ror-incorrect-quotes140-seducing-a-god?source=share

Thor: Captured

Poseidon: Captured

Heracles:NEXT

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #ror raiden #snv raiden #ror heracles #snv heracles #ror hades #snv hades #ror incorrect quotes #snv incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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the12thnightproject · 6 months

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Warlords in a Snowball Fight

A general winter themed flash headcanon, as a gift for the Flash Exchange. @flash-exchange

Headcanon: Warlords in a Snowball Fight

In Azuchi…

Nobunaga – Strides through the field of battle, easily packing the snow into efficient weapons. Cooly confident that nobody would dare... Splat!

Masamune – A snow battle? Bring it on! Runs wildly into action, skidding to a drift, quickly forms lopsided snowballs, and throws them with surprisingly good aim, especially given his blind side. Which… by the way… Splat!

Hideyoshi – Sets out a list of rules, including, no ice in the middle of your snowball, no throwing snowballs inside the castle, absolutely no running! In the midst of announcing the rules… Splat!

Ieyasu – Splat! He goes home and locks himself in his panic room with his emotional support sourdough starter.

Mitsunari – An army is made and broken by its organization. Carefully stockpiles snowballs at strategic points throughout Azuchi. Then gets distracted by a new book and forgets to join in the battle.

Ranmaru – Finds Mitsunari’s useful stacks of snowballs, and climbs to the roof, where he systematically picks everyone off, sniper style. Splat!

Keiji – Stands in the center of the field of play, grabbing the closest snow at hand, and throwing it randomly. He’s a dervish. Then he opens his arms wide and yodels, “Who wants to take on the wild child of these war-torn islands, he whose name is sung far and wide, the roguish misfit, Keiji Maeda?” Splat! Splat! Splat!

Mitsuhide – Excels at sneaking from hiding spot to hiding spot, surprising victims by popping up out of nowhere and disappearing before they can retaliate. Is also the reason Ieyasu is hiding.

At Kasugayama… things are slightly more dangerous

Kenshin – Instead of snowballs, hurls icicles like spears.

Kanetsugu – When people complain about flying icicles, tells them they should be honored to receive such attention from the God of War.

Shingen – Organizes Yukimura and Yoshimoto into a team and carefully strategizes the best times and places to attack. Has also built a working snow catapult. In spite of all that, he ends up strangely covered in snow, because, let’s face it, the man looks great in a wet kimono. And out of one.

Yukimura – Is an athletic and efficient snowball thrower, very good on the front lines in an all-out battle, but not terribly good at sneak attacks.

Yoshimoto – Is every snowflake truly different? Let’s find out? He wanders out into the garden. Is not seen until spring.

Sasuke – After getting hit by one too many icicles, packs his snowballs with ground spikes and sets off smoke bombs to escape.

Lone Forces…

Kennyo – Tricks Azuchi and Kasugayama into fighting each other, then goes off and feeds hungry forest creatures.

Motonari – Snow? Snow doesn’t burn. Hell has frozen over. Sets sail for more tropical climates at the first sign of a flake.

Kicho – Sets off an avalanche.

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years

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A fate worse than death, part two

Summary:The rest of the time find out what happen to you and the others

Type:Scenario: 141 + Los Vaqueros X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Gaz was trying to get it out of Price about what happened while Soap was helping Rudy get Alejandro to the medic and Ghost was sitting in his room thinking. And you were no where to be seen.

"Come on cap, tell me what happened"

Gaz and Price were headed towards the Kitchen, and Price was getting alittle annoyed with Gaz.

"No Gaz"

Gaz didn't know what happened so he didn't know how it still affected Price in ways he's never been affected before. When they reached the kitchen there were two newer recruits talking, they have been in the military before and actually worked alongside of you for quite some time but they were new to 141. When Gaz and Price sat down Gaz was just staring at him trying to get it out of him, just silently this time. But now Gaz could see how the captain was still alittle shaky from early.

"Yeah he's crazy man, one time he used his sledgehammer and bushed his way up to someone's head, hitting every spot."

One of the new recruits said. Gaz stopped looking at Price, turning his head slow enough for it to creak. Gaz was horrified with what he just heard.

"Damn, that is crazy"

The other recruit said like it was a normal thing. But then again you are named death after all.

"Wait, wait a second. Who are you talking about?"

Gaz asked still in complete shock. The recruits looked at him alittle confused.

"Death? You know y/n?"

Gaz looked at Price then back to the recruits quiet. He couldn't believe it, no. He refused to believe it. You were one of the nicest people, yeah you scared alot of the people on the team but he never seen why.

"Are...are you serious?"

The recruits nodded. Gaz was shocked, far beyond shocked. Like yeah your code name is death, but he never took it seriously. You? Brutally kill a guy? He couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, actually funny thing I heard one day that apparently he stabbed someone multiple times, and while they were still alive he shoved a smoke bomb down their throat and the smoke spewed out of the holes he made in them"

Price was still silent.

~Off to Soap~

Putting Alejandro on the bed in the medic room, Soap looked at Rudy worried.

"What happened?"

Rudy looked at Soap with a face that basically said 'I don't wanna talk about it'. Soap couldn't see what happened so he was clueless to what you did. Alejandro looked up at Soap.

"Wanna know what happened? It was death, that's what"

Alejandro stopped to cough abit. Letting out a disgusted sound.

"He was crazy, he beat the shit out of a shadow before bashing his hea in. I....I couldn't watch"

Alejandro looked down, ashamed, disturbed, disgusted. Soap chuckled abit, but by the looked of Rudy and Alejandro he knew they were serious.

"Wait? Y/n? Are you serious?"

Alejandro nodded, Rudy just looked away. Soap stood there silent, taking it all in. Before Rudy spoke.

"The captain was horrified"

~On to Ghost~

Throwing a ball up and down he thought to himself, 'what happened when the shadows head dropped?' That's all he could think about. One second the shadow had a gun pointed at someone, and the next second that someone hit the shadow in the head with the gun causing him to disappear from all the snipers view. Not that Gaz and Soap were paying attention. Ghost could see Price's horrified reaction, the look of pure shook and disgust in Rudy's face, and Alejandro start throwing up, violently. It dawned on Ghost that he could always ask you, or go back to see what you did. He'd rather ask you. Getting up Ghost went to find you. When he did he grabbed your shoulder, causing you to turn around.

"Sir, what did you do to that shadow?"

The devilish smile on your face told Ghost, it wasn't pretty.

~The story of what did, from all their perspectives~

Price looked at Gaz, and signed.

"He...The moment he had a open window he grabbed the gun, smacking the shadow in the face with it"

Rudy, gulped, and Alejandro glared at the ground.

"He crushed the guys cheek bone, so bad you could hear it crack all the way over by us"

You grabbed Ghost's hand and leaned in.

"I bashed that bastards head until be fell to the ground, he, I could alright see the blood dripping from his head.

Gaz listened carefully, leaning in he didn't want to miss any details.

Soap stayed quiet, not wanting to accidentally interrupt.

Ghost shivered slightly at how you spoke, it was creepy. Almost inhuman

Price looked back at the table, in thought.

"Taking the gun, he didn't kill the man. No he did worse"

Gaz carefully got up, to make him and Price a cup of tea.

Rudy looked Soap in the eye, now stern.

"He continuously hit the guys thigns until they bleed no more"

Soap started to get nervous, just the thought of getting your thighs bashed in with a steel gun made his thigns tingle slightly.

You leaned back alittle seeing the discomfort in Ghost's eyes.

"He was screaming so loud, if was like music to my ears. As I watched his legs turn to mushy flesh infront of my very in eyes"

Ghost stepped back abit, now more cautious due to your creepy and low chuckling.

Price nervously messed with his fingers.

"He didn't stop beating his legs in until you could see the shadows nerves and veins sticking to the beaten muscle, that....ugh"

Price groaned at the thought of what you did, as Gaz listened getting uncomfortable himself from the way Price was unsettled.

Alejandro groaned loudly and stood up.

"He was like a senseless beast, when he turned around to look at us he bent in a way he shouldn't."

Alejandro practically yelled as Rudy nodded, Soaps full attention now on Alejandro. Soap was a tad bit uncomfortable, he's never seen Alejandro this freaked out over something. Neither has Rudy.

You stepped closer as Ghkst stepped backwards

"He begged begged me to not kill him, so I yanked him by the hair and asked him 'how?'"

Ghost has never felt this way around someone before, he didn't like it

Price looked you at Gaz seeing him making the finally touches in the tea.

"After he dropped his head, death was gonna stomp on his head, he was gonna kill him."

Gaz nodded and brought Price his tea. Recruits still standing there, listening.

Alejandro walked around the room to try and get the unsettling feeling out of him. As Rudy continued to inform Soap about what happened.

"He didn't get a chance to crush his head actually, the shadow stabbed the bottom of his foot causing him to jump back."

Soap thought that was the end and let out a sign of relief.

You grabbed Ghost by his mask and pulled him to you. Having the same devilish smirk you started with.

"He tried to get away Ghost, he tried so hard but I wouldn't let him, I stabbed him with the knife he stabbed me with."

Ghost was about to pull away but remembered, it'd be useless you'd only pull him back. He knows you get to worked up in telling a story.

Price nervously took a sip of tea, staring down at it as it swirled with the steam.

"He-....He used the knife to stab between his shoulder blades....before cutting his back open, all the way down to his lower back."

Gaz almost choked on his tea when he heard that. He pictured it to well, the thought made him wanna run away from this conversation.

Rudy looked down, legs and arms shaking slightly. Soap took notice of this.

"Y/n...he grabbed the sides of open flesh, and, oh my god... he ripped the shadow open like he was nothing."

Soap took a step back, horrified by what he heard. How, no, why? Why would you do that.

You pulled Ghost closer, now whispering in his ear, likely to keep this part a secret.

"I wanted to do worse Ghost, but instead I broke. Every. Fucking. Rib. He had, his screams only got louder."

Ghost eyes widen, realizing you met you had grabbed his bare ribs and snapped them all in half. Now Ghost has done some crazy things but this? It's on a while nother level.

Price rubbed his temples to calm himself.

"When he finished he, well killed him. With his foot"

Gaz had finished his tea by then. Still has that unsettling feeling.

Alejandro walked back over to Soap and grabbed his shoulder.

"Wondering how he killed a soldier with just his foot? Yeah? He stepped on him, well more like bashed."

Soap looked at Alejandros hand alittle nervous.

You chuckled darkly pushing yourself off of Ghost.

"I dropped my foot so hard, I still have his eye juices on my shoe"

Ghost gagged as you walked away laughing, the whole base could hear you. The ones who seen you kill that Shadow shivered remembering that laugh.

[A/n:I got lazy in the last part. But hear you have it. I hope you enjoyed]

#cod ghost #cod price #cod gaz #cod alejandro #cod rudy #cod soap #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #mw2 headcanons #mw2 x reader #call of duty

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itswalky · 7 months

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Sometimes I think about how I've almost been reading your strips for longer than if I haven't, as a portion of my life.

Just wanted to say, as time and DoA/any future works march ever onward... Thank you, Willis.

DON'T KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO COMPLIMENTS, THROWING DOWN A COMIC PREVIEW AND DISAPPEARING IN A SMOKE BOMB

#dumbing of age

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zorosjuicymelonsx · 7 months

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Finding You

A/N: BANG and I'm back with another chapter! This is gonna be a long one, a lot of going back and forth with editing since I'm so indecisive but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and continue to leave lovely comments for me whether its on AO3 or on Tumblr.

I'm hoping to get the next chapter out to you guys next week but if I can't, definitely the week after!

Chapter Five Previous Next

Your blood ran cold as waves of confusion overtook you after hearing Enver’s confession, unconsciously lowering your sword to the side. You were doing your best to keep yourself composed in front of him. Seeing the dark glimmer in his eyes and the sparkle in his smile, you tried desperately to control your breathing. Whether you knew him or not; you had no idea of what he is capable of and that really scared you. You swallowed the lump in your throat before clearing your throat to speak.

“That's ridiculous…I will never be yours.” You whispered cautiously. In all the places you’d faced danger on your journey as you searched for Zoro…you’d never felt so unsafe in this stranger's presence.

“But you will be Y/N..you have no idea how long I’ve waited just to be near you like this.” Enver continued, sleeving his sword behind his back before daring to take another step closer to you. Your heart crept up into your throat as fear continued to consume you. You wanted to move but you couldn’t, you felt stuck to the floor. You thought he would continue to get closer to you…until a glimmer of another sword interjected.

“Leave this ship and never come back.” Zoro spoke, having heard enough. He stepped in between the two of you, pointing his sword at Enver’s chest as he stood in front of you. You unconsciously grabbed his right sleeve as a wave of relief washed over you, peering over his broad body to watch.

Envers' smile dropped, his eyes shifted down at the sword before looking up at Zoro and scoffing.

“Hmm that's interesting considering the last time we met, I won our fight and you lost your memory.” Enver gloated. Zoro felt you visibly stiffen behind him.

“I would never lose to someone as shitty as you.” Zoro venomously spoke, his patience beginning to wear thin. Enver barked a laugh before he continued.

“Oh that's right you don’t remember…I’m the one who wiped your memory Pirate Hunter.” Enver proudly spoke, grinning like a madman.

Hearing the words leave his mouth, you felt your whole world freeze before feeling yourself tremble. All sound had muted apart from the sound of your teeth gritting as your fear became anger and tears brimmed threatening to cascade down your face. The last few years of pain and loss was caused because of you, because of this man's infatuation with you. Zoro didn’t have to turn around to see the amount of shock and pain you were experiencing. He didn’t act, didn’t move but kept his guard up.

Your eyes darkened, your grip tightening on your sword as you let the tears fall before releasing Zoro's sleeve and stepping around him raising your sword. Enver seeing your demeanor change took a step back, his smile grew wider seeing you like this.

“I thought I was going crazy…you wiped his memory.” Your voice deepened with fury, slowly taking more steps towards him.

Zoro knew better than to step in. He’d only ever seen the kind and gentle side of you. What he was seeing was a completely different person.

“YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU EVEN IF ITS THE LAST THING I EVER FUCKING DO.” You screamed, tears blocking your vision as you quickened your steps.

Enver chuckled before throwing a smoke bomb to the floor. Zoro stepped forward pulling you closer to him as his arm wrapped around your waist before the smoke enveloped the both of them. The smoke invaded your lungs as you began to cough.

“I’m coming for you Y/N.” Enver spoke out, his voice sounding distant in the smoke.

After heaving out the last of your coughs and the smoke eventually clearing away, you looked around to see Enver had disappeared along with the rest of his crew. Taking a deep breath in and feeling the anger you felt turn into pure pain and defeat flood throughout every vein in your body. You dropped your sword to the floor, zoning yourself out.

As the Sunny’s sails continued to blaze above you with fire, you cried your frustrations out. The pain you felt was unbearable as you clutched your chest digging your nails into your skin before sinking to the floor on your knees slipping out of Zoro’s clutch.

As you sobbed, Zoro could only stare. He didn’t know what to do.

“All this time…i-I thought you stopped loving me. You disappeared, leaving no trace behind for me. All I had left was your wedding ring and hoped you would come back to me.” You cried out, moving your hands to lean in front of you as they turned to fists , your fingernails digging into your palms.

“My wedding ring?” Zoro questioned quietly. You looked up at him through puffy eyes before moving to sit with both your knees propped up in front of you. You raised your left hand to dip into your top, pulled out a necklace. On the necklace, there were two gold rings: one smaller than the other. You undid the necklace, taking the bigger ring off and raising it up at him. Hesitantly, Zoro accepted it as you carefully placed it on his palm. You put your necklace back on, tucking it safely back into your top.

“Even if you don’t ever remember me, at least you have this back.” You sullenly spoke.

Pain suddenly seared into his head, he grunted as he gripped his hair in frustration. It was the same pain he felt a few weeks ago only this time it didn’t wear off as quickly and instead a memory filled his head as he watched behind his eyes.

‘He saw your hand, delicate and soft in his hand. He saw himself slide your wedding ring onto your finger, looking up at you to see the biggest smile adorning your face under your white veil. In turn, he saw you sliding his ring onto his finger, the memory bringing the feeling of happiness to the swordsman. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was as he mentally promised you to be the best husband he can be for you. He lifted the veil to see you before leaning in to seal his promise.’

“Zoro, are you okay?” You asked, worry lacing your voice.

Hearing your voice snapped Zoro out of his memory, the pain disappearing. He hadn’t expected the pain to be replaced with heartache. His lips thinned before numbly looking at you nodding.

He wasn’t good with feelings, and wasn't good at expressing himself. He could say the ache was delayed pain from an earlier fight he had but he would only be lying to himself.

He couldn’t deny the ache he felt was for you.

He decided against telling you what had transpired in his head, not wanting to give you false hope if this was a fluke.

“I need to find him…I need to kill him myself.” You promised yourself. You thought of all the things you would do to him, the way you would make him suffer the same way you had. You were knocked out of your daydreams of revenge when the sound of sizzling reached your eardrums. You looked up to see the fire had been put out on the sail by Franky and the sound of multiple footsteps approaching you.

“Oi Y/N, Zoro. Are you okay?” Luffy and the others joined you two. You wobbled your lips, doing your best to hold back your tears as you recounted the events to everyone. Everyone stilled for a moment after you’d finished speaking until Chopper who had been standing behind Luffy walked around and over to you. He opened both arms as he cried offering you a hug. You broke seeing this, scooping Chopper into your arms holding him.

“I can’t believe it…you really did lose your memory and get lost.” Usopp softly spoke.

“I’m still working on a cure but I’m not sure how effective it is considering we don’t know if it's the pirates devil fruit or some sort of drug.” Chopper sadly spoke, wiping away his tears with his hoof.

“I can do some research to see if there is such a devil fruit that wipes people's memories and whether there is any reversal or counter to it.” Robin chimed in, determined to help you in the best way she can. You gave Chopper one final squeeze before seating him next to you. You looked at Luffy before bowing down until your forehead touched the wood. The crew was silent as they watched you.

“Luffy…please..I have to find him. If I don’t, he will never stop. He’s destroyed my happiness for the last few years of my life.” You felt guilty for asking. You knew you were strong but unknowing how strong Enver was would be a suicide mission if you tried alone. You felt your heartbeat with anxiety as you waited to hear a response from your captain. Zoro felt uneasy watching you, his mind going back to when he begged Mihawk to train him after Saobody. It wasn’t easy to lay your pride on the line to ask for help, he understood that better than anyone.

“Stand up Y/N.” Luffy finally spoke as he ordered, you sniffled as you stood up. He walked towards you and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Of course I will help you.” Luffy smiled widely, the others except for Zoro finally gathering around you to offer their support to you. You smiled back at Luffy as more tears rolled down your cheeks. Luffy pulled you into a tight hug to comfort you.

Zoro could only watch as his captain embraced you with his hands held on your lower back. He didn’t know why suddenly he felt uncomfortable, frowning as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

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The last week following the invasion of the pirates geared the Straw Hats into action. Chopper had spent more of his time focusing on curating a cure for Zoro's memory loss. Robin put her energy into researching at the library. Franky decided to up security by adding motion sensors around the ship, Usopp assisting him whilst also working on strengthening the plants he’d been growing for his slingshot.

You put your energy into training with Jinbe on the deck, spending the majority of your day sweating out your frustrations, using it as a vice to stop yourself from mentally succumbing to the darkness in your head and heart that called for you when you didn’t keep busy.

You refused to let it take you, you wouldn’t allow it.

Sanji, Brook and Nami watched from the helm as you wore yourself thin into your training. Sanji was tempted to step in and encourage you to take a break but Nami sternly shook her head in disagreement.

Zoro also watched you from the other side of the ship, his heart felt heavy that he was the reason you were overworking yourself but his respect for you grew tenfold with your drive and willpower. As he watched, he felt Luffy’s presence approaching him before standing next to him also watching you.

“Oi Zoro, you should get Y/N to take a break. She's going to hurt herself if she goes on like this and Jinbe’s too nice to say anything to her.”

“She’s hurting.” Zoro mumbled out before walking away from his captain towards you. As Zoro approached you, he made eye contact with Jinbe, signaling for him to stop. Jinbe nodded before pausing his sparring with you. You looked at Jinbe confused, following his eyes. You turned around to see Zoro now standing behind you.

“I think you’ve trained enough for today.” Zoro gruffly said. You looked at him before scoffing at his sudden concern for you.

“Don’t worry about me.” You attempted to move away from him, however, Zoro had decided to grab your wrist to stop you. His eye met yours with a stern gaze. Your breath hitched, refusing to feel the butterflies threatening to swarm you from his sudden intrusion.

“Y/N, stop.” Zoro wasn’t asking you anymore. He was now telling you.

“Or what? The big bad swordsman gonna do something? I’m surprised you're not more angry at this.” You bit out as you ripped your hand out of his grip.

What you didn’t know was that Zoro was indeed pissed not for the same reasons as you but because he lost to the sonofabitch and couldn’t remember why. However, he knew that letting your emotions get the better of you was a waste of time and energy and you were on the brink of injuring yourself.

“What's done is done. You can’t go back in time to change what happened to me but you can take a step back and stop yourself hurting more.” Zoro spoke calmly. You gritted your teeth before your mouth turned down as you tried to convince yourself that he was wrong.

The days after the incident you’d spent training, your body screamed at you for a break but you refused to listen. You couldn’t even find the motivation to draw, recalling the last time you tried you ended up stabbing the page with anger.

You suddenly could feel the multiple pairs of eyes staring at you and Zoro, beginning to feel embarrassed and somewhat ashamed for not being better at controlling your emotions. Looking past Zoro to Jinbe, you thanked him for his time today before walking away. Zoro huffed a breath out as he watched you, lifting a hand to scratch the back of his head in frustration. He turned to find the others glaring at him, pointing to your direction to signal he should follow you.

He sighed in defeat before following after you, somehow ending up at the helm with the others. Sanji rolled his eyes before kicking him over the railing towards your direction. Zoro scrambled up after the kick, turning to glare at the cook who was pointing at the door heading below deck behind him. Zoro gritted his teeth, promising to get back at the cook later before turning and heading under the deck.

He eventually found you in the galley, practically feeling the rage seeping from your skin as he stood at the door watching you.

“Leave me alone Zoro.” You stomped around, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and a glass. You slumped yourself into a chair at the table, filling the glass generously and taking it back in one go feeling the burn run down your throat. Not letting the whiskey settle, you began filling up your next glass.

Zoro walked into the galley to take a seat next to you, observing the way you gulped down the second glass of whiskey like it was water. His thoughts went to the ring he kept safely in the inside pocket of his haori and sudden curiosity grew on the swordsman.

“What was married life like?”

This threw you off, you stopped pouring the third glass of whiskey and turning your head to look at him in surprise. He looked at you earnestly, grabbing the whiskey bottle from you and taking a few gulps. Exhaling in satisfaction, he could see you were in disbelief at his question.

“I want to know…what was it like? How did we meet?” Zoro asked again, this time you digested his question before looking away from him and back into your glass. You took a few minutes to collect your thoughts before finally speaking up.

“Well..we were in the same dojo since we were children but we never spoke to each other. We only officially met seven years ago. One day, I was heading home from working my part time job at the market. It was dark, I was tired and wanted to get home as soon as I could. I saw an alleyway and an opportunity to save time and decided to walk through it. Not only was it a huge mistake on my part but I didn’t notice a group of guys that had been watching me. They’d followed me into the alleyway and grabbed me by my coat. I saw the lust in their eyes and knew it was over for me. There was no way I could fight against them all by myself.” The last words you spat out were bitter, taking another sip of your whiskey before continuing.

“I know you don’t believe in God but at the time I truly believed he sent you to save me…until I got to know you and realised you just got lost and took the wrong turn.” You chuckled to yourself, Zoro rolled his eye as a faint blush of embarrassment spread across his face.

“You’d noticed what they were planning to do to me, you stepped in and fought off every single one of them. I’d crumpled to the floor as you finished the last one off, their bodies laid unconscious in front of me. You’d asked me if I was okay and I couldn’t stop thanking you for your help. You helped me up and took me home of course with my guidance. I noticed that your eyebrow was bleeding and offered to help patch you up. I took you in and helped you clean up.” You looked up from your glass to fondly look at him, seeing Zoro looking back at you as he offered you a rare smile. You lifted your glass to take another sip of the whiskey, swallowing and continuing.

“From then, we became quite close. It was only after we graduated school that you were brave enough to ask me out. You should have seen how the girls at the dojo were seething after they saw you and I out together. We became inseparable and you eventually proposed to me. We got married the following year. Our wedding day was the happiest day of my life.” You didn’t notice tears forming in your eyes, quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand and cleared your throat to continue.

“I didn’t get to enjoy married life as much as I wanted to so there isn’t much I can say about it. It was a few days after our wedding that it was the last time I saw you. We were moving into our first home together. The village had gifted us a cottage by the beach. You were helping with bringing our stuff in from outside while I was moving stuff around inside. I called out for you but I couldn’t hear you anymore and eventually walked out the house to look for you. There was no sign of you. When I looked on the ground and saw your wedding ring and some blood, I felt the world stop.” Your throat began to tighten. Reliving this memory was always painful.

“I’d spent so much time asking around to see if anyone had seen you. My dad was furious you had left me but I defended you till I was black and blue in the face. I knew you wouldn’t just leave without a reason. I held onto that. Months had passed and what made me decide on my journey to find you was seeing your wanted poster on the back of a wall in the market. I felt relieved you were alive but hurt that you were living your dream without me beside you as you’d promised me. I needed answers and I needed closure. I knew I had to find you.”

The air around you and Zoro was dense as you unloaded the burden you spent the last few years carrying. Zoro was left speechless, he could only feel guilty for doing that to you even if it was unintentional and shame as a married man for breaking his promise. As he took another swig from the whiskey, he built up his courage to say what he knew was long overdue.

“I’m sorry I put you through that…and I’m sorry I’ve been acting so shitty towards you.” Zoro mumbled out, looking away from you. You didn’t know if it was the whiskey for your newfound bravery but you reached your hand over to sit it on his. At this gesture, Zoro looked at your hand. He examined the faint scars, similar to his from training. He looked up to see you smiling at him. Seeing your smile lit brightly on your face, his heart skipped a beat. He felt the room become as hot as a furnace.

‘Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum.’

It was definitely the whiskey.

“I know it's not your fault…but if you never recover your memory and you don’t feel that way for me anymore..I’ll let you go.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, you couldn’t selfishly hold onto him as much as you wanted to never let him go.

Hearing this a way out for Zoro of this marriage, to continue his journey to becoming the world's greatest swordsman without any distractions. He only felt discomfort.

Remembering the memory he saw of you and him, the knowledge you had spent the last few years searching for him and the way you held onto him even after how he treated you at the start, he couldn’t argue that there was a reason he married you and he intended to find out why.

“I understand..let's see what Chopper and Robin come up with. I need you to be patient and know we as a crew are going to do everything it takes to find this bastard. He will be begging for mercy.” Zoro promised.

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It was time for dinner as Sanji laid the table out with a variety of meats, vegetables and sauces piled high. The crew all piled into the galley and took their seats at the table, Zoro choosing to sit at the end of the table near the door. Almost everyone was seated except for you. Zoro frowned, wondering where you were since disappearing after the earlier conversation with him. As if you were listening to his thoughts, you were the last to walk, holding your sketchbook to the side. He concluded you must have taken the time to calm yourself with drawing in your sketchbook away from everyone.

He noticed you were about to walk to sit with the girls. On a whim, before it was too late he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit next to him. Surprise was evident on your face but you didn’t question his actions and got yourself comfortable next to him. Zoro himself didn’t understand why he did that.

No one dared to say a word about his actions as the crew had watched the interaction. Nami and Robin looked at each other with a knowing smile before tucking into their own meal.

The table was bustling with different conversations with the exception of you and Zoro, both choosing to eat in silence focusing on your plates. Since your earlier conversation, Zoro felt a moral obligation to watch over you. He knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself but seeing you crumble after Enver’s departure, he knew he had to keep a close eye on you.

As he chewed, his eye wandered up to you. You had polished your plate, your eyes looked over the table. You bit your lip and he could see you decided against getting more food. Zoro picked up on this, he could tell you were still reserved and shy to ask for more.

‘Cute.’ The word was foreign in his mind. The next thing he decided to do, he concluded to himself he would do this for anyone on the crew.

He stood up from his place, reaching over to grab the plates of food left and began placing more meat and vegetables on your plate. Once he was satisfied with how your plate looked, he put the plates back and sat back in his seat. You couldn’t do anything but stare at him, your mouth slightly ajar as you observed his strange behaviour.

“Eat.” Zoro quietly spoke, looking back at his plate and picking up his utensil to continue.

You shyly smiled at him, quietly thanking him and began eating again.

“So…Y/N and Zoro, your room is ready now. It's completely soundproof so don’t worry about making any noise.” Franky announced enthusiastically from the other side, Zoro hearing this mid chew felt the food go down the wrong hole and began violently coughing.

‘Why was there always something happening to him?!’

You stood up, aggressively patting Zoro's back in an attempt to help him dislodge the food in his throat whilst at the same time feeling embarrassed at Franky’s boldness. Zoro eventually got the lodged food down, grabbing his glass of water to soothe his sore throat before looking over at the crew menacingly who were laughing at him.

“Alright alright, we’ve had enough fun teasing Zoro. Let's leave him be.” Nami announced as she gestured with her hands down for the others to stop, the crew's laughter dying before going back to their meal and previous conversations.

“Zoro…we don’t have to use that room if you’re not comfortable. I’m happy to continue as normal.” You leaned in to comfort the now-blushing swordsman. He looked away from the crew to you. Zoro hated how much he didn’t hate the idea of sharing a room with you.

“We can share the room…maybe it will help jog my memory.” Zoro almost shyly spoke, your eyes widened at how suggestive his words were before nodding at him and giggling to yourself. Zoro realising the error of his poor choice of wording began to panic.

“N-not like that, I’m not a pervert like the cook.” Zoro managed to stutter out as his blush grew even redder as you giggled. Mid giggle, an incoming spoon had been thrown at Zoro’s head. You stopped to look up at Sanji who was seething. He didn’t know how the shit cook heard what he’d said but he had Zoro practically leaping from his place to throw hands at the cook foregoing his swords. This was personal.

You couldn’t stop laughing as you now witnessed Brook and Franky try to pry Zoro off Sanji, in turn Usopp and Jinbe were also trying to part Sanji from Zoro. The fight eventually ended with Nami punching them both as you were now on the floor howling, tears rolling down your face as you appreciated the entertainment. Whilst Sanji brushed himself to neaten his suit grumbling at the swordsman, Zoro’s focus went back to you as he saw you laughing. He had to bite back a smile, somewhat feeling comfort in knowing he was responsible for it.

With dinner over, you and Zoro had gone to your respective rooms to take your belongings to move into your shared room. You let the girls know you were going to try to share the room with Zoro. They didn’t say much but you could see the excitement in their eyes. Finishing packing, you brought Nami and Robin into a group hug before leaving them.

As you made your way to your new shared room, you saw Zoro standing outside the room nervously as he waited for you, finding fascination in the floor. He looked up hearing your footsteps and offered what seemed like a shy smile to you as you stood in front of him. Your heart raced, reminding you of how much you loved and missed his smile.

‘Nothing could ruin this moment for you…’

“Zoro! Have fun at your sleepover with Y/N. I love sleepovers hahaha.” Luffy shouted from across the boy's room whilst quiet giggles from the others could be heard.

“Let's just go in.” Zoro sighed heavily in defeat, his ears twinging red. You giggled at his demeanor before twisting the door knob and entering the room.

On first impressions, you could tell Nami and Robin definitely had influence over the theme of the room. The walls were painted cream with splashes of green from the mini plant pots that decorated the bedside table and the top of the wardrobe in the corner of the room large enough to share between you and Zoro. Lit fairy lights wove around the top of the ceiling from corner to corner. You noticed a small moss plant in the small window on the wall that peered out into the sea, smiling as you knew full well Sanji had something to do with it.

A large double bed sat in the middle of the room, the comforters were white with pastel green and pink pillows. Above the bed, you could see racks drilled into the walls long enough to hold both yours and Zoro’s swords. You smiled at the details that were carefully put in place to make you both comfortable.

“So..which side do you want?” Zoro asked carefully, you looked at him briefly before pointing to the right side. He nodded, making his way to the left side and sitting on the edge of the bed. As he took off his boots, you made your way to your side, placing your sketchbook on the table and moving to set your backpack near the wardrobe. You didn’t have much clothing with you, Nami promising to take you shopping on the next island they land on. You unhooked your sword from your waist and placed it on the rack. You looked over at Zoro who had chosen to keep his swords leaned on the wall next to him.

“I’m going to shower, I’ll be back.” You murmured shyly, quickly walking back to your bag to take out some clean clothes and toiletries.

You left the room and marched to the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, you took a deep breath to try and calm your nerves. As you ran the shower waiting for the water to warm up, you stood in front of the mirror taking in your tired appearance. You lightly pat your face at a feeble attempt to relax. This would be the first official night you’d spend with Zoro and you refused to make things awkward.

‘It's just sleeping, Y/N.” You said to yourself in the mirror.

After showering the day off, brushing your teeth, changing into your clean clothes and discarding the old ones in the hamper, you took one last look in the mirror before unlocking the door and making your way back.

Carefully opening the door to walk back into the room, Zoro's head turned to face you walked in. He could feel your purity wafting in from your damp hair and clean skin. He turned away to look back down at his lap, observing his hands and suddenly feeling self-conscious. He didn’t care much about his own hygiene seeing as he practically jumped in the ocean at least once a day to save his captain from his shenanigans but seeing you like this he couldn’t deny he felt embarrassed.

“I should shower too.” Zoro murmured, getting up from his place to leave the room.

After returning your toiletries back to your bag, you moved to lay on your side of the bed, lifting the blanket and situating yourself underneath it. You grabbed your sketchbook and pencil from the bedside table and opened it, looking back through it to see where you had left off. You were working on drawing Robin, her face lit up in your head with the memory you had of her sitting in the flower garden reading whilst sipping from a cup of tea.

Some time had passed before Zoro returned to the room causing you to look up from your drawing to see his minty hair damp and fresh. He wore loose black shorts and a white top. He made his way back to his side, now sliding himself under the blanket and letting his head hit the pillow, a soft sigh could be heard. You smiled and continued back to drawing.

‘This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.’ Zoro thought to himself, turning his head to look at your sketchbook.

“Is that Robin?” Zoro quietly asked, you hummed nodding your head not deterring from your drawing. You didn’t mind if Zoro knew about your project, knowing the swordsman would merely forget about it the next day.

“It's pretty good.” Zoro complimented. Now this caught your attention. You turned to face Zoro who was still looking at your drawing, quietly thanking him. You had to stop yourself from staring too much, seeing the last few years were good to him. He truly was a vision of beauty in your eyes.

“I should probably turn in for the night.” You reluctantly put your book away, sliding yourself further down the bed to let your head lay on your pillow. You lifted your arm to switch the lamp off and the fairy lights remained the only source of dim lighting that could be seen in the room.

“Goodnight Zoro.” You softly spoke, turning your back to him.

“Goodnight.” Zoro grumbled back, also turning his back to yours.

In the silence of the room, you were pretty sure Zoro could hear your heart hammering into your chest.

Indeed, he could hear your heart racing but what you didn’t know was he was currently fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you to soothe you to sleep. He couldn’t explain why he felt this way, only he could feel something nudging him inside to do so.

‘He was getting tired of fighting his heart with his mind.’

Sleep had eventually whisked you both away into the night.

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