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comradeghosty · 1 year ago

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Would My Lady Like to Dance? (NSFW)

NSFW Zoro x reader fic

Summary:

You are on a secret mission with some of the Strawhats to get some important documents. Things go awry and you find yourself hiding with Zoro.

Tags: nsfw, jealous Zoro, PWP, rough sex, light BDSM themes, hair pulling, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise, possessive behavior, biting, a bit of blood, regency/ballroom attire

!!! 18+ !!!

I also posted it on AO3

The mission was simple enough: infiltrate the ball, find the documents, and get out. For some reason Nami needed these Grandline maps and you were definitely not about to argue with her. The plan was for you to dress up and pretend like you were a guest. Everybody had their own separate role to fill, so you split up into teams to prepare yourselves. Since you were dressing up as a guest, you worked with Nami to get a costume and go over all of the correct proceedings so you wouldn’t stand out. By the time you were done, you were a proper lady. All of you had to arrive separately to not arouse suspicion, so when you got to the ball, you tried to look around inconspicuously to find your crew.

The first person you saw was Robin. She was dressed plainly and playing the violin in the live orchestra. You saw Sanji running food from the kitchen, and Luffy dressed in a little chauffeur outfit taking peoples coats. He just was kind of tossing them into the coat closet in a pile and it made you chuckle. Your eyes scanned the ballroom, taking in all of the people dressed fancily. The last person you were expecting to see was Zoro since everybody else was staying on the ship in case a hasty exit was needed. Nervously, you smoothed your dress. It was light green silk that had a high waist and small bust. The fabric draped loosely down your legs and it bunched in small puffs over your shoulders. Elbow length gloves hid your calloused hands.

You took in your surroundings, people danced with their partners and chatted amongst the edges of the dance floor. The room was large and you noted faces of important people that you might need to talk with during the night, specifically looking and catching the eyes of the host, who began to wander in your direction. With a coy wave of your fan and a bashful look, you began your job for the night.

As you talked with the host, you acted curious about him, in a way that made him feel intelligent and impressive. Men always revealed more when they bragged about themselves. Slowly, you started to catalog more and more information about him, feeling confident that he had the documents you needed stored away somewhere in his estate. You egged him on, about to request a personal tour of the mansion, when you were rudely distracted. If you were not so entranced, you would’ve been pissed at him for distracting you.

Over the host's shoulder, a vision of a certain green haired man appeared. However, it was not the sweaty and crass swordsman you knew. He was a gentleman, draped in this beautiful white fabric with billowing sleeves that hid his muscles. The cravat accentuated the sharpness of his jawline, and his slick backed hair made his gaze more piercing than usual. He wore a pair of pants that hugged his slim waist, two columns of gold buttons fastening them. The metal of the buttons complimented the gold jewelry that hung from his ear. His hands were clad in black leather gloves, which he seemed to be adjusting a bit nervously.

You were snapped from your trance by the host touching your arm, gently but insistent. He asked if you were alright, to which you nodded evenly and excused yourself, promising to find him a bit later.

As you approached the swordsman, a startled look crossed his face for a moment before he corrected his expression. His eye roved down your body, registering your attire. You smiled, touching his arm briefly before curtsying. “Don’t worry, Zoro. We are allowed to interact here,” you reassured him, assuming his expression was anxiety about being recognized.

He bowed deeply, one arm pressed against his torso and the other placed against the small of his back. Before he raised his body, his head peeked up to look at you. “I’m not worried about it, my lady,” he teased. His eye crinkled slightly, a wide smile stretching across his face. You felt yourself blush at his expression, unsure of whether he was making fun of you or was impressed by you. His teeth seemed to shine as he offered you a hand, which you took gracefully. Zoro pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, still smiling up at you. “Would my lady like to dance?”

God, what was going on? Of course, you had always noticed that Zoro was handsome. Who wouldn’t? But seeing him like this, all poised and dressed up, made you feel flustered. You could feel the blush on your cheeks as you nodded dumbly at him. If he could have smiled wider, he would have.

In a swift motion, his hand had gripped yours and you felt the other one on your waist. Zoro was suddenly very near, pressing your bodies against each other as he swept you up in a dance that led you to the ballroom floor. His swept back hair revealed the handsome planes of his face. Somehow, his features looked more intense than usual as you stared up at him. His face was twisted in a smirk, as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“So the swordsman cleans up nicely, huh?”

Your hand tightened slightly on his shoulder, but you gave him a carefree smile. “Evidently so, you look very handsome tonight,” you praised. The compliment made Zoro quirk an eyebrow, hiding his smile out of your sight. He smelled incredible, which struck you as odd. The usual musky sweat, booze, and steel scent that cloyed to the swordsman was replaced by a leathery, sandalwood, citrusy smell. There were still remnants of booze, which most likely just leaked from Zoro’s pores.

“I didn’t know you could dance, Zoro,” you teased.

The swordsman chuckled, spinning you expertly. Somehow you ended up closer to him, if that was even possible the way he pressed your bodies together. “Robin taught me, and dressed me, and put this perfume stuff on me… I’m guessing she did a good job then?” Zoro’s brow quirked at the inquiry. You nodded your head, blushing and hiding your face against his shoulder.

“Tsk, look at me. It’s not lady-like to hide your face,” he murmured in your ear. When you looked up, his eye gleamed with mischief. “You look lovely tonight as well.”

This time, you couldn’t hide your blush. Butterflies blossomed in your stomach at the compliment, and you were speechless for the first time all night. The music ended, signaling that your dance was over. “Get back to your task. Be safe, please.” Zoro whispered into your hair, and your breath caught in your throat. He pulled away from you, bowing again and kissing your gloved hand, before dismissing himself to roam the ballroom once more.

The crisp night air cooled your skin as you stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. In order to find the papers, you had agreed to meet the host in his study. You walked to the railing, crossing your arms and resting against it. Stars sparkled in the sky and the scent of pine was in the air. You thought about what you were going to do when meeting with the host. A few moments seemed to pass before a clearing of a throat made you startle. You quickly looked over and found the green haired swordsman staring at you intensely.

“Oh, Zoro, it's just you,” you breathed. A hand rested on your chest from being startled, and you missed the way Zoro’s eye quickly flitted down to your breast and back up. “I’m glad you’re here. I think I can get the papers soon.”

Zoro’s brow quirked up, his eye studying your face intently. It was clear he was waiting for you to finish explaining. You shuffle a little, a bit awkward but confident in your plan. As if Zoro could sense your nervousness, he looked out at the expanse of forest beyond the estate.

“He’s asked me to meet him in his study,” you stated plainly. Your cheeks burned a bit red at the potential implications of the host’s request.

“Yeah, okay. Just don’t do anything stupid,” he muttered.

Your eyes flitted away from him, face red. A noise resembling a scoff escaped your lips rather clumsily. “Stupid? Please. I am very smart, the sneakiest one in our crew, actually. Thanks for the vote of confidence though,” you said flatly, rolling your eyes at the swordsman.

“I… okay. Whatever,” Zoro dismissed you, slightly turning away from you.

“What?” you demanded him to say what he was going to say.

“Just…” he sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You breathed out fast, frustrated by his vagueness. One of your hands gripped his firm bicep, prompting him to look at you. “Zoro, then what do you mean? I don't understand.”

The green haired man looked at you, his eye dark and stern. Fierce energy radiated off of him. “God, woman. You’re going to make me say it out loud? I… Just…. Don't do something he forces you to do. Call for me, and I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he grit out. Both of his hands were clenched in fists by his side, silently getting worked up.

“Oh… Oh. Well,” you snorted, a short laugh as you realized what he was so worried about. “Honestly, if it means that we can get the documents and get out of here, I don’t mind doing it. They’re kind of extremely important, y’know?”

You had never seen Zoro move so quickly, turning to face you in a split second. His eye glared at you, wide and intense. You could see the muscles in his jaw work as he ground his teeth together. It was as if his whole body was on high alert, and you blushed at his intensity. His mouth opened for a second, as if he was going to say something, but he closed it, jaw clenching again. You saw Zoro’s shoulders drop, his muscles relaxing slightly. His lip turned out in a small pout.

“Hmph… I… hmph. Just, call me if you feel like you’re in danger, okay?” You watched as he spun around, quickly hurrying away from the balcony. His shoes clacked on the stone and his white shirt flowed in the wind. You felt your stomach flutter watching him leave.

For a moment, you stood silently and stared out at the pine forest. Zoro’s reaction was hard to decipher, as much as you tried to understand it. Briefly, you wondered if he was jealous, but you brushed it aside. No way. As you made your way to the host’s study, nervousness rested heavily in your chest. Wanting to maintain your confident air, you straightened your shoulders and stood tall, steeling yourself for this interaction. You knocked on the study door and entered, unknowing of the swordsman lurking around the corner.

About 30 minutes later, you emerge alone from the room. You habitually straightened your appearance since you were about to join the company again, which was not missed by Zoro who lingered nearby. He waited around the corner, not wanting to be seen accosting you, but knowing you’d run into him on your way back to the ballroom. As you turned the corner, found yourself face to face with the swordsman, jumping a little from the fright.

“Oh! Zoro, you scared me,” you murmured, being startled by him for the second time this night. Zoro’s hand found the small of your back, ushering you in the direction of the crowd.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his mouth downturned and expression severe. “Come on. Did you get the maps?” Your heels clicked in tandem with his black boots on the floor.

“Yes,” you nodded, eyes straying to look at his expression.

Zoro only hummed to acknowledge you, offering you his arm before entering the dance hall. For a moment, both of you stood there staring at each other. There was an indiscernible expression in Zoro’s eye. You couldn’t tell if he was angry, thinking, planning… he revealed nothing.

You took his arm and followed his lead into the ballroom before parting ways. The intention was to split up and inform the crew about the completion of the mission. Weaving your way through the audience, you made contact with Robin before going to find Luffy. Zoro had made his way to find Sanji in the kitchen before reappearing. You searched around the ballroom for Luffy, unable to see his messy dark hair and bright smile, and worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion and clatter from the room adjacent to the one you were in. Your body froze, knowing that you were about to have to make a quick getaway, when you heard gunshots echoing through the halls. Just before you were about to make a decision, you made eye contact with Zoro from across the room. It’s as if your body moved on its own, sprinting towards him and grabbing his hand as he dragged you behind him to safety. If it hadn’t been for your panicked brain, you would’ve realized that Zoro was only going to get you guys lost, but you didn’t even consider it. Before long, you realized you didn’t recognize your surroundings anymore. You could still hear fighting, so you decided to duck into the first closet you saw to wait out the clamor. The abrupt stop and yank of Zoro into the closet had him off balance, and you couldn’t stop either of you before landing in a heap on some jackets. He reached behind him and slammed the door, and you winced knowing it would probably alert somebody of your presence in the area. You took stock of your situation, knowing that Luffy probably got you into said situation, and that people were probably scattering. You realized that you probably had to stay in the closet for a little while, with Zoro. Oh god, Zoro who currently had you pinned beneath him.

You looked up, right into a piercingly dark eye that seemed to be taking you apart as you lay under him. Both your breathing and heartbeat increased, and you were suddenly very aware of the proximity to him. His eye roamed down your face, pausing for a second on your lips before traveling further. You felt it rake over your neck, lingering for a second before gazing unashamedly at your breasts. The dress you were wearing could be called revealing, showing lots of cleavage and giving the illusion that they were barely contained. You blushed as you felt him staring.

“Z- Zoro?” You stammered out, “did you hit your head? You seem dazed.”

“No,” he replied. His voice was firm, confident, and it made you shiver. You watched his brows furrow slightly and his jaw clench.

You took a deep breath and tried once more. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head when we fell in here?” As your hand came up to check for any head wounds, it was stopped quickly when a large hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

“No.” And this time you could tell he’s irritated. You swallowed thickly, nervous and shaking a little. The way he loomed over you made you feel like a prey animal, his demeanor dangerous in the same way he acts when he is facing down an enemy.

“Ah, Zor-”

“Shut. Up. Don’t fucking speak,” he grit out. He kept staring, unblinking, at your chest. You felt yourself start to shake, mind racing through all of the reasons he might be angry with you.

“Does it feel good? Huh?” Zoro snapped at you, his voice quiet and clipped. Your brows furrowed up at him, unsure to speak or be silent. The closet was way too small for the two of you right now, his energy emanating from him like flames. Zoro and you had always gotten along pretty well, often training together and napping together. He never used that tone of voice with you before. “Don’t play dumb with me, woman.”

Zoro trapped you underneath him, his knees pinning the skirt of your dress. “You like playing dress up? Huh? You like when they look?”

“Zoro, I-”

You were cut off again, a gloved hand pressing into your cheeks. “Don’t. Talk,” he enunciated each word with a squeeze of his hand. “I saw you flirting with that man, giving him a show. He was fucking you with his eyes in the middle of that ballroom, and you were encouraging it. You like that? You want him?”

Desperately, you shook your head no. Your eyes were wide, trying to decipher his reaction. There was a certain hesitation in his actions, like he was trying to hold himself back. His shoulders and chest were tense, his jaw clenched and his breathing quick.

For a moment, both of you just stare at each other, unsure what to do next before suddenly your mouths are crashing together. Zoro kissed with a desperation you’ve never felt before, like he’s trying to consume you. Both of your teeth clashed together, his tongue licking into your mouth. At that moment, everything was Zoro. His smell, his sounds, his touch, it changed you, like you've never been intimate with another person. The passion was a completely different caliber than you’ve ever felt before. Small whines and moans left your lips as Zoro kissed you, feeling completely at his mercy the way he pinned you beneath him.

“Ah, Zoro,” you whined as you felt his teeth scrape along your jawline.

Zoro pulled away from you, looking down at you. He scoffed, his brows furrowed. “Look at you. Listen to you. Fuck, in that fancy ass dress, wearing those ridiculous heels.” Embarrassment washed over your body, heating your skin from your cheeks down your chest. You felt yourself look away from Zoro’s gaze before his hand gripped your chin harshly. Zoro forced you to meet his eye again, his teeth bared. “As if you’re not the filthiest in the room, woman. Pretending you’re a lady, waving that stupid fan.”

You felt Zoro’s hand move down your arm from where he was gripping your wrist, skimming over your peaked nipples, finding its place at your waist and squeezing. His smile was wicked, one side of his mouth curled up as he groped your body. The other hand found itself squeezing one of your breasts, thumb brushing over your nipple. A gasp escaped your lips as he touched you. “You like that, my lady?” He sneered, sarcastically and coldly.

“Zoro… please..” you whined.

“Zoro? Ha, I’m a gentleman, so I go by sir, remember?” He harshly pinched your nipple through your dress, eliciting a loud moan from you. One of his hands quickly clapped over your mouth, and Zoro tutted at you. “Ah ah, somebody might find us here, like this. Unless you want somebody to find us,” he teased. Zoro leaned down close to your ear, his lips brushing over your lobe. “Don’t let them hear. Those noises are only for me.”

The top of your dress was yanked down harshly, and you heard the silken fabric tear. Before you could protest, his hands squeezed your breasts hard, pinching them in a way you know will leave a bruise. One of your hands came up to stifle your moans, your eyes watching him as he pinched your nipples harshly.

“That dress was so fucking tight, your tits were spilling out,” he grit out. Zoro’s calloused hands played with your chest, pulling the skin between his index finger and thumb. “Couldn’t take my eyes off them all night… fuck.” His voice was breathy, needy as he touched you. A slicked strand of his hair fell from where it was stuck, the green hairs draping over his flushed face. His brow was furrowed in concentration, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

“S- sir,” you whined, one of your hands moving to touch his arm. A small sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He gasped heavily as he ducked his head to your chest, burying it between your breasts.

Zoro’s mouth was hot and needy on you, licking and sucking the soft skin. He whined quietly against your skin as he sucked dark marks into your breast, not worrying about if they would be visible tomorrow or not.

He began to bunch your skirt up around your hips, his knuckles grazing your bare thighs. You ground your teeth to keep yourself from whining when suddenly his mouth left your breast with a wet pop. It was filthy, the way his mouth was red and swollen from kissing and sucking you, the small string of spit that dripped from his bottom lip, his mussed up hair. The last thing you saw before he ducked under your skirt was a deadly smirk that shot arousal straight to your core.

You groaned and threw your head back when his hands gripped your thighs. Zoro licked a long, wet stripe up the inside of your leg before biting down on your inner thigh. He bit down hard, possessive, like he wanted his teeth marks to be a permanent scar in your skin. A moan escaped your mouth, and you could feel yourself blushing as wetness pooled between your legs. The delicate skin of your inner thighs was already bruising under his grip, and you felt Zoro smile against you. There was something about how easily your body responded to him that brought out something sadistic in him.

Bright hickies bloomed on your thighs as his mouth and hands roamed the soft skin. Every once in a while, they would brush against your panties, making you whine. The way Zoro took his time had you desperate and needy for him. Your body started relaxing as he kissed you, his nose every so often brushing over the wet spot in your panties. The swordsman gripped your legs, keeping them from shaking, before biting down especially hard on the meat of your thigh. It broke skin, the intensity of which he bit you, and you could feel his tongue laving over the marks. You cried out before clapping a hand over your mouth, face flushed and chest heaving. The swordsman relished in your cries, suckling the spot he had broken skin. He moved to the other thigh, sucking dark marks all over. His mouth was so close to your core, that you could feel his warm breath fanning over your clothed cunt.

You were broken out of the moment by loud footsteps outside the closet door. The breath caught in your throat and your heart skyrocketed. Getting caught with Zoro at all was not good, but getting caught like this was a nightmare scenario. You tapped on Zoro through the silk of your dress to stop and come out. His head peaked out from your thighs, and for a moment he turned away from you to grab something. Zoro returned to you, his head coming up next to your ear with a low chuckle. His gloved hand gripped your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth before your fan was shoved between your teeth, like a horse with a bit in its mouth. “Don’t make a fucking noise, unless you want to get caught,” he whispered to you, his smile devious. The swordsman licked against your neck before disappearing again under your skirt.

He brushed against the damp spot on your panties as he smirked into your thigh. You could feel how red your face was, equal parts turned on and terrified of somebody hearing you and opening the closet door. Both of your hands gripped your skirt and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, trying to focus and not make a sound. Your teeth ground down against the wooden fan between your jaws. Zoro knew how to tease you, how to coax sweet sounds from you, and he wasn’t holding back his efforts.

One of his fingers pushed aside your panties, and you felt him blow a stream of cold air against your core. You grit your teeth and cursed him in your head as you clenched down around nothing. A shiver wracked your body, and Zoro chuckled lowly between your thighs. He just barely skimmed his gloved index finger against your slit, causing your toes to curl. You felt him hum against you, his tongue licking your thigh as he slowly pressed the finger into you. It started slowly, gently pumping in and out as you tried not to give away your presence.

You jumped when you suddenly felt Zoro’s tongue on your cunt, licking up from where his finger entered you to your clit. He licked against you, flattening his tongue against your lips in lazy strokes. The tip of his tongue flicked your clit every time he reached the top of your slit, building pleasure in your body. It radiated through you in waves as you tried to contain your voice. The steps outside seemed to pace as if they were searching the area. Your hand clutched your mouth, over the fan even, eyebrows drawn tight in desperation. Zoro’s finger curled in your cunt, pressing against the spongy wall and causing your mouth to open briefly and almost drop the fan. Your hands gripped your silken dress, pleasure wracking your body.

Zoro ate you like a starved man, sloppy and needy. You could feel the mix of his spit and your drooling cunt run down your ass, and you flushed with how filthy you felt. Heat nestled in your core and you felt your orgasm building every time Zoro brushed against your clit. Close, so so close, you cried in your head. Gritting your teeth, you resisted the urge to beg for him to keep going, keeping yourself from making noise. Tears slid down your cheeks as you came, throwing your head back in a silent cry. Zoro smirked against you as he felt you clench down around his finger, fucking you through your orgasm to the point of overstimulating you. He never let up, even after your orgasm had finished and you were squirming from the intense sensation.

As if Zoro had been listening for the person outside the door, as soon as their footsteps drew away from the closet, he bit down on your thigh hard again. At the same time, he added a second finger and fucked them into you with more intensity. There was no reprieve from him, he wanted to fuck you stupid. The fan fell from your mouth as your mouth dropped open. A deep moan escaped your lips at the dual sensations of pleasure and pain, as the green haired man licked the bite.

Zoro drew back from your legs, looking at you intensely. The absolute feral look in his eye made your stomach churn with something primal. He smiled, his sharp canines gleaming dangerously with a bit of your blood. A pink tongue quickly swiped over them, cleaning his teeth with a deep groan. You watched his gloved hand come up to his mouth as he bit down on one of the fingers, yanking the glove off. “Wanna feel you bare,” he stated evenly, pulling the other glove off as well.

One of his hands came up to grip the back of your neck, slamming you into a bruising kiss. The other of his hands roamed your body, finding a place on your breast to fondle you greedily. He pinched your nipple and massaged you tightly, breaking off the kiss to breathe. Zoro’s forehead rested against your neck, and you could feel him whine softly against you. You pressed your leg up between his thighs, feeling his hard cock against you. Slowly and languidly, he rutted against you. He whined and panted as he thrusted against your leg, growing more needy and desperate by the minute. Both of his brows pinched together and a bead of sweat gathered near his temple.

Suddenly, he bit down on your neck, sucking a dark mark under your ear. His thrusts became more desperate, a growl escaping his throat. Zoro pulled back, his hands coming down to your hips.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait,” he bit out, his hands grabbing at your panties and tearing the silk fabric. Zoro was impatient, desperate at this point. He grabbed the waist on his own pants, not bothering to unbutton the two rows of golden buttons. One quick yank sent buttons flying around the closet, clattering against the walls. His chest heaved with want, his hands quick to free himself from his pants. Zoro rested back on his feet, pumping his cock with a groan as he looked down at you. His eye was dark, almost glazed over with want.

With one hand, he gripped your waist, hard and bruising. Using the other, he lined himself up with your hole. He barely gave you any time to breathe before bullying his cock into your cunt, sinking deep into you in a fluid motion. A cry escaped your lips as your back arched, your jaw open and gasping. His cock was large, girthy and long, and it stretched you so well. Your body clenched down hard around him, causing him to shudder and grit his teeth. Zoro breathed out slowly, bending down and resting his hands on either side of your head.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, thrusting shallowly inside you. His teeth skimmed your jawline as he lowered himself onto his elbows, your chests pressing together. It felt to you like he was taking up every sense, as if he was all you could experience in this moment. Nothing outside of this closet even existed to you anymore. He bit down on your neck, at the spot where it joins with your shoulder, and you moaned loudly.

“Aah, Zoro, feels good,” you mumble out, your mind dazed from the mix of pain and pleasure his mouth gave you.

He thrusted into you with a hard and punctuating rhythm, emphasizing his words. “Haa, yeah? Better,” thrust “than that no good,” thrust “stuck up,” thrust “host?”

“Wh- what?” You whined when his hands tangled in the back of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. His brows were furrowed.

“Say it,” he growled, glaring down at you. Your breath caught in a strangled sound when he thrusted deep into you, holding himself there. The head of his cock was bruising against your cervix, and you squirmed with the mix of sensations. It was overstimulating, and you whimpered under him.

“Zoro, sir, move. Please,” you begged. Tears sprung to your eyes as you tried to move against him. One of his hands flew to your waist, gripping it firmly and holding you still. You cursed him silently for being so strong.

“I’m not moving until you say it.”

“Say what?,” you cried, your eyes searching his face wildly. His jaw clenched in irritation.

“Say that I fuck you better than he ever could,” he ordered. Zoro’s chest heaved with his breath, you could tell he was barely containing himself. His bicep flexed and you felt his grip tighten on your waist.

“God, yes. You fuck me better than he ever could, you feel so amazing. Please fuck me, please,” you begged, desperation dripping from your cries.

A predatory grin spread across his face with your words, his eye crinkling with pleasure. “That’s my girl,” he praised, lips ghosting across your cheek. Zoro pressed his lips against yours and rose up, grabbing your waist with both hands and dragging his cock out of you slowly. As you looked up at him, you shuddered at the fierceness of his expression.

His thumbs brushed against your skin before slamming you down on his cock with abandon, thrusting into you repeatedly. Zoro watched as your tits bounced, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he concentrated. Your hands clenched the fabric under you as he fucked you hard, and you watched as his blouse rode up as he moved, his abs flexing with each thrust.

You cried for him, his cock battering your poor cunt. His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you up roughly to slam his mouth against yours. He kissed you insistently as he fucked you, before removing himself and turning you over onto your stomach. Your dress piled around you as he dragged it up, exposing your ass to him. He gripped one of your asscheeks in his hand, pinching hard. The hand dipped under your abdomen to pull you onto your knees, and he sheathed himself back in you. The new angle was world shattering, every thrust bumping deep inside you, causing your legs to shake and breath to catch.

Zoro’s hand gripped your hair, dragging your back to his chest. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, breaking the skin as he thrusted into you from behind. You felt him as he licked the bite mark, moaning as your blood stained his tongue. He was relentless, slamming into you over and over. At the same time, his voice was like honey as he moaned into your ear.

“That’s fucking right,” he grunted. “You take me so well.” Nobody had ever fucked you so well before, pleasure spiking through your body. He fucked you like he knew you could take it, like a bit of roughness wouldn’t break you. Pain blossomed through your ass as he smacked it harshly, causing your cunt to clench down. “Nobody can fuck you like this,” he promised. “Only me.”

You mumbled incoherently, the feelings of pleasure and need causing you to feel brainless and light. Zoro’s hand pressed you into the pile of coats underneath you, his hand on the back of your head. The pressure you felt from his hand was so good, rendering you immobile. The other hand on your waist pulled you back into him as he fucked you. You felt yourself drooling into the fabric under you, drunk on the pleasure. Everything was Zoro, from the feeling of his hands on you and the way his cock dragged in your cunt, to his leathery perfume, to the sounds of his groaning and skin slapping together.

The pleasure built in you again with each thrust, and you trembled with overexertion and overstimulation. Zoro’s hand moved from your head to snake past your waist to your clit. Never once did his thrusts let up, his endurance endless. Small, quick circles were rubbed on your clit with his first two fingers.

“Zoro please, please please, fuck,” you mumbled, pleasure reaching deeply into your fingers and toes.

“Let go, cum around my cock. Wanna feel you,” he mumbled out. His voice was less demanding now, more needy. The swordsman rubbed your clit insistently, and your orgasm hit you gradually, washing through you in hot waves of pleasure. You moaned as you came, feeling your body weaken like jelly.

Zoro fucked you through your second orgasm, his thrusts hard and erratic. He held you up, both hands on your waist. You could hear his breath stuttering, his voice tight and strained. “Haa… Gonna… Cum in you… Make you mine…” he grit out, leaning forward to kiss and bite at your shoulders.

You cried out as his teeth sank into your flesh, Zoro groaning loudly. His cock slammed as far in your cunt as it could go, emptying himself into you as he came. The man licked at the bite mark and he mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder blades. He pulled out of you, and you whimpered at the loss of fullness.

For a moment, you didn’t move and neither did Zoro, watching his cum dribble out of your cunt with a smirk. You heard him hum, before feeling his hands flip you over to look at him. He looked at your messed up hair and smudged makeup, also noting the tear in the bodice of your dress before snorting. “Oops,” he laughed, obviously sarcastic. You were so fucked out that you didn’t even care how much of a mess you two looked, seeing his appearance sort of mirroring your own. “C’mere.”

Zoro gathered you up to him, kissing your hair and smiling affectionately. It was too late to go back now, not that you’d want anything to be different. “Now, I just gotta figure out how to get my girl outta here safely,” he chuckled.

#one piece #op x reader #x reader #one piece fanfic #fanfic #roronoa zoro #zoro smut #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #zoro #imagine him all dressed up GOD he's so handsome

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sleepinthrumyalarms · 2 years ago

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— daddy issues

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: prejudice, toxic child-parent relationship

summary: wednesday gets to meet her demonic girlfriend's father, and the image isn't far too different from her expectations

word count: 2.6k

The second day of the Parents' Weekend had rolled over, and most of the Nevermore students were busy spending quality time with their parents. But Wednesday... couldn't. She didn't exactly plan getting her father out of jail as a bonding activity, but now with him behind bars and her mother completely and utterly devastated, as her dear brother had told her, the girl was completely alone.

Even (Y/n) wasn’t by her side then.

The oni had been... distant since the arrival of her father. Wednesday could only get a single glimpse of him on the first day — a tall, rough - looking man of forties with thin moustache and beard, and on the bridge of his nose sat a long pale scar. She could see scars peeking out from the formal haori adorning his frame, much bigger and painful looking ones, and Wednesday wondered if oni demons really were as invincible as (Y/n) had always stated.

Just like his youngling, the man had big tusks sticking out of his mouth, and the slitted eyes under his bushy brows narrowed in an almost judgmental way when he stepped into the quad.

Oh, well. She couldn't blame him. She herself judged everyone in the school on daily basis.

So, on Sunday, walking down the empty corridor with her fencing gear bag in hand, Wednesday decided to let some steam off practicing by herself. As much as she didn't want to admit, being away from her demon even for a single day was an excruciating torture. Of course, that was a tad bit dramatic — the ravenette was her own person, perfectly capable of existing by herself, but... she liked existing with (Y/n) by her side, too. She made existence a little more bearable.

Quickly changing into the fencing uniform, rapier in hand, Wednesday walked out of the locker room, heading towards the big wooden doors. As she grabbed the handle, she froze at the sound of voices speaking on the other side. Craning her head closer to the entrance, Wednesday held her breath to listen.

There were sounds of steel hitting steel, then came a rough male voice.

"Not good enough, (Y/n). Again."

The clanking followed again, then an angry huff.

"Again." The same firm stern voice repeated.

Wednesday opened the door quietly to peek inside the fencing hall. In the center of the big well – lit room stood the man Wednesday had seen the day before – (Y/n)’s father. His hand was resting on the handle of his sheathed blade and it seemed like the older demon didn’t move a muscle – his posture was unmoving, stone – like, and he resembled a statue of a giant mythical creature guarding a spiritual temple.

A few feet from the man was (Y/n) herself. She was clad in her black and (f/c) haori draped over a soft kimono, and on her usual hakama pants the demon had her scabbard strapped firmly to the belt. Her clawed hands were gripping her sword, knuckles white and breaths heavy. An angry vein throbbed on her forehead, brow glistening with sweat, and she blew out air to get her hair our of her face.

Wednesday had never seen the demon girl wield her blade before. She'd lie if she said it wasn't immensely attractive.

"Your emotions are clouding your mind,” (Y/n)’s father noted, fist wrapping around his katana to unsheathe it again, the steel making a pleasant sound as it slid out of the scabbard, “Focus."

The two demons circled each other, swords bare and ready for the other to strike, and then with a fast movement of her legs (Y/n) lunged, pushing off the ground to land a hit on her opponent. Every single one of her swift slashes was dodged, then the man’s blade connected with hers with a loud clash. The demon girl’s hands shook as she tried to overpower her father, gritting her teeth, and Wednesday watched steam seep from between the gaps in her tusks.

Then, a sharp swing of the swordsman’s arms, and (Y/n) was on the ground in a blink of an eye, katana cluttering down on the floor. Groaning, the oni sat up, clutching her side, and Wednesday gasped quietly at the sight of a deep bloody gash on her middle. She was ready to rush over to her aid – but then, as if by a miracle, the wound healed up, leaving only a slashed spot on the fabric behind.

"You've been neglecting your training for too long, (Y/n). A real battle not only would’ve swept you off your feet, but sent your head rolling in an instant. War requires preparation." The older demon boomed, looking down at his child.

"We've been over this, father," (Y/n) frowned, grabbing her katana off the marble floor, "There's no war to prepare for." She stood back up begrudgingly.

"A true warrior must always be prepared. Remember what your clan strives for, (Y/n). It's a big responsibility. I need to make sure you're capable enough to bear it when you take over in my stead."

There it was again. The usual 'heir' talk. God, how much (Y/n) loathed it, and it was always the same, no less. She wished she didn’t have to go through it, but she kept silent.

"Again.”

Huffing, the younger oni clutched the handle in her palms, ready to repeat her exercise and mentally preparing herself for another humiliating defeat, before her gaze flicked over behind her father’s back – and the demon's face instantly lit up.

“Wednesday.” The ravenette’s name came out in an exhale, as if the demon felt heaviness leave her shoulders at the sight of the smaller girl.

Her father turned his head to look, and his slitted eyes narrowed, “I thought our training session was supposed to be private.”

Moving closer to stand in front the man, (Y/n) made a show of sheathing her blade into her saya loudly, then bowed at the waist, “I’m taking a time out.” She grumbled, turning to walk up to Wednesday.

“Hey, snookums. How are you?”

“Better than you, I’m guessing,” Wednesday replied bitterly, eyeing the hole in the oni’s clothes, “That was a little bit savage. Even for me.”

(Y/n) sighed, raising her hand to scratch at her cheek lazily, “Eh. I’ve endured worse. Father says pain establishes discipline. ‘The more you bleed in practice, the less you bleed in battle’,” she quoted with a chuckle.

“Not really a good reason to cut up your own daughter, don’t you think?”

Before the demon could utter a response, her father walked up, towering over both girls, hands behind his back, “That’s the simplest humane mindset, to be expected from a fragile human. Demons are much more hard to break,” then he coughed into his first, and his gaze softened just a bit, “You must be Wednesday Addams. Though not as brief as I would’ve preferred her to, (Y/n) spoke of you in her letters,” he ignored the embarrassed sputtering of his daughter, bowing his head, “My name is (F/n) (L/n), the acting head of the (L/n) clan. I hope my rebellious child wasn’t too much of a handful for the lady.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. (L/n),” Wednesday replied, “And I assure you I’m not as soft as I might seem. Did you know that certain centipedes kill prey fifteen times their size?”

(L/n)’s eyes glistened, and he raised an eyebrow with a small smirk on his toothy lips, “Hm. I’ll be sure to remember,” the man's gaze slid to Wednesday's rapier, "I assume you came to train. I’ll leave you two to it," then he turned to his daughter, eyes stern, “Don’t forget the ceremony at five, (Y/n). Tardiness won’t be tolerated.”

The male demon turned on his heels and headed towards the exit, opening the doors and leaving the hall.

(Y/n) sighed, looking down at Wednesday apologetically, "Sorry about that. Father's been around for centuries. He witnessed the fall of the last shogunate and fought in wars back when humans were deemed a threat and an enemy for us. It's been... hard for him to readapt. Not that I'm trying to justify his words."

"For centuries?" Wednesday seemed to mull the information over, "How old are you, (Y/n)?"

The demon quickly averted her eyes nervously, a blush on her cheeks, "You don't ask an oni lady that."

Her gaze then turned a bit sorrowful, and she looked down at the floor, hand gripping her scabbard tightly, "Nothing good about immortality. He always tells me how in five hundred years I'll live to see this world crumble to dust with everyone and everything I love gone...That's why I must get my priorities straight and, you know... Avoid attachments. Especially to humans."

Raising a pale hand to (Y/n)’s face, Wednesday gently rubbed some dirt off her cheek, obviously the result of the demon girl falling to the floor countless times, "Good thing I don't plan on letting you go. I hope he understands that." Stepping away from the demon, she drew her blade, stance perfect and gaze determined, “Winner draws first blood.”

The demon girl smiled, tusks bare in a happy grin that one would probably find a bit off — putting, but made Wednesday’s heart flutter, "Let's see if you can handle me, then."

“Is there something... above friendly to your relationship with Ms. Addams?” (F/n) asked, placing his shogi piece on the board and looking up at his daughter.

She didn’t answer at once – there was color on her cheeks, and (Y/n) rubbed at her neck, sheepishly looking down at her knees where she sat in a seiza position opposite her father in front of the board, “There is. For the past couple of months I’ve been proud to call Wednesday my significant other,” scrutinizing the board, she moved her piece to the left square, “It was a long process, but we’re comfortable together now.”

The older demon hummed, looking back down at the board and grabbing another piece, “I hope you do realise what you’re committing yourself to.”

“I do. It’s... not a simple physical attraction.”

“That’s not what I meant,” (L/n)’s painted king piece clattered against the wood, “Humans are unreliable. Weak and fragile. Is this what you aim to do? To dirty your pure bloodline with a human creature? You'll outlive and bury the girl, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) frowned, and her stomach churned at the thought, “There’s nothing dirty about humans, father. Your perception of them has been outdated for a while now,” mulling over her next move, she moved a different piece, “I understand your skepticism but... I’m afraid I don’t share it.”

“For a true leader his duties must come above all else," the man said firmly, “It’s an obligation you were brought into this world with. Your ancestors have been bleeding to fulfill them for centuries – do you think you have a right to sabotage them, to devalue the sacrifices of your forefathers?”

(Y/n) clenched her fists on her knees, trying her best to keep her voice leveled, “Well, those duties seem like a total bullshit if they’re going to stop me from loving a human,” she moved a piece with a clawed finger, but her mind was far away from the game by now, “I don’t want to be a true leader if the whole concept of being one is just old traditions and worldviews that restrict me in being who I am.”

The older oni stared down at his daughter with furrowed brows, “Your words disappoint me, (Y/n).”

“I don’t care!” The girl snapped finally, looking up at her father, teeth gritted, “It has always been about my duties and never about what I want and who I am! I’ll gladly give up the title, the whole clan be damned, if it means I’ll finally find freedom from those godforsaken chains you try so hard to keep me in!”

The girl seethed, anger burning in her slitted eyes, the words she had been burying in her chest for such a long time finding their way out, completely unfiltered.

“Such dishonor..." The male oni muttered, shaking his head, "What would your mother say?”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened at the words. She felt bitter tears well up in her eyes, and raising her arm to rub at them with the sleeve of her haori roughly the oni got up from the floor, turning around and leaving the room without saying anything.

Wednesday worked on her typewriter, slender fingers pressing the keys swiftly as her eyes traced over the words. As she typed, she kept glancing out the window, longingly watching the sky get darker every time she looked.

Thing climbed up her desk, seemingly noticing the worried aura of the ravenette, and gestured to catch her attention.

“Yes, (Y/n) is indeed taking her time. I’m sure she has a good reason to.” She said quietly, turning back to her paper.

It had been a few hours since the demon girl left to see her father, and Wednesday wondered if something had gone wrong. Although (Y/n)’s family issues were none of her business, she couldn’t help but feel some kind of disdain towards the clan leader. Knowing the older (L/n), Wednesday wouldn’t be surprised if he made his daughter commit seppuku a bunch of times just for sake of some petty ‘discipline’. This kind of relationship was practically alien to the ravenette – her own father adored and pampered her endlessly, always encouraging the girl to speak up her mind, and she never had to hang her head low in his presence or bow at the waist in front of him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door of her dorm opening, making Wednesday turn in her seat. (Y/n) stepped inside, closing the door queitly, and smiled at the smaller girl.

"Hey."

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had been crying her throat out, and as she walked over to where the ravenette was sat, Wednesday noticed the reddness in her eyes.

"(Y/n). What took you so long?" She stood up from her chair, stepping closer to the demon, "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, sorry for the hold up. I'm good," the oni's gaze slid over to the typewriter, "Are you gonna be done soon?"

Wednesday had half an hour of her writing time left, but... she could tell that could wait.

"Yes. I'm finished already." She turned to the machine, getting the paper out to put it into the formed stack.

(Y/n) hummed, walking over to Wednesday's bed and sitting on the edge, and the ravenette moved to stand between her legs. She grabbed the demon's hand, slender fingers tacing the palm, "Do you want to talk about anything?"

The oni girl shook her head silently, then, closing her eyes tightly, butted it against Wednesday's middle, burying her face in her clothes. She sighed into it, deep and heavy, and the smaller female wrapped her hands around the demon, manicured fingers scratching at her scalp.

"Sometimes I wish I was born different." Wednesday heard her mutter, words muffled by the black fabric of her sweatshirt.

She thought for a moment, digits never slowing their movements in the (h/c) tresses, before replying, "I think you're a distinguished specimen just the way you are."

(Y/n)'s shoulders shook, and for a second the ravenette thought she had said something wrong, but then the demon lifted her face to look up at her, and Wednesday realised the taller girl was smiling, "That's the weirdest way to tell someone they're a nice person."

Wednesday frowned, pinching (Y/n)'s shoulder resentfully, "Take it or leave it, (Y/n)."

"Sorry, sorry. Thank you. I think you're perfect, too." She chuckled.

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breathings-of-the-heart · 2 years ago

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Somebody I Used to Know (Giyuu x Reader)

(A/N): I haven’t written anything in a looong time on this account, and in general. I don’t kno why I suddenly found the inspiration to do so, but I’ve been in my Demon Slayer era so here it is. I’ve found that there is a serious lacking of fics for my favorite hashira, so I’ve taken it upon myself to write my own haha. Hope you all enjoy! Strap in, because this is going to be multiple parts.

Word Count: 3.2k

If it were up to him, Giyuu Tomioka would never have agreed to take up a Tsuguko. He wanted to avoid feeling the consequences of losing another person important to him– maybe that’s what Shinobu meant when she claimed that no one liked him. It was most likely better that way, anyway. But with Rengoku’s passing and Tengen’s retirement, finding the next possible Hashira was exactly what the Corps needed.

(Y/N) (L/N) represented everything admirable in a fighter: Talented, hard working, and highly intelligent. And as Urokodaki’s niece, your lineage spoke for itself. A water breathing apprentice with much promise, assigned for Giyuu to mentor by none other than Kagaya Ubuyashiki himself. The two of you knew each other. You used to be tentative friends to say the least. But that was another lifetime ago.

Giyuu had no interest in training someone who may amount to another death he can’t afford to mourn. He'd chosen the path of solitude, staying away from you to keep you safe. But apparently you had followed in his footsteps and became a Demon Slayer anyway. When Giyuu’s crow informed him to find his new Tsuguko, he nodded solemnly.

That was another reason he was reluctant. Because it was you in particular. Time and grief had already driven the two of you apart, and he wasn’t thrilled to face the skeletons in his closet. Afterall, Giyuu hadn’t seen you since before he left for his Final Selection.

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Snowflakes danced in the air, descending from the sky as your warm breath clouded in front of you. This winter was as cold as it was peaceful, the landscape covered in a blanket of white. Your eyes dazzled and heart pounded in admiration of the scene in front of you. It was like you were in a trance, all sounds caught in your throat as speechlessness overcame you. Across the field was a young swordsman clad in uniform– long dark hair tossed past his shoulders. Raven bangs fell in front of his face, framing his features in a way that made it difficult for you to look away. Not that you wanted to, anyway.

The nichirin sword around his hip left tracks in the snow, the young man not quite being tall enough to keep it from dragging behind him. You barely noticed Sabito trailing slightly in front of him. Has he always been there? Who was this mysterious boy that he brought with him this time? As the two boys drew closer, you were snapped out of your trance by Urokodaki placing a kind hand on the top of your head. You glanced up at your uncle, eyes wide and curious.

“Come child, Giyuu and Sabito have arrived to greet us.”

“Giyuu…” you repeated, red suddenly coloring your cheeks. It was a nice name indeed.

“(Y/N)!! You’ve gotten bigger since I last saw you,” Sabito chimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You grinned in response, standing on your tiptoes and sticking your chin out proudly.

“I’ve been drinking milk,” you boasted, glad that he seemed to notice your growth. The orange-haired boy chuckled, ruffling your hair as this “Giyuu” stood next to him. Your shyness returned as you noticed his gaze. He was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen.

“Hello,” he greeted, offering you a small smile. You glanced up at your uncle in your uncertainty, who nodded in encouragement. Up close, Giyuu was even more handsome than before. He was looking right at you, his deep blue eyes like pools of sapphire.

“Pretty…” you whispered, subconsciously pointing at his face.

Your transfixed stare was interrupted by Sabito’s loud snort.

“Looks like you've got an admirer, Tomioka!” He cackled, slapping his friend on the back. Giyuu was blushing a bright red, suddenly averting your gaze as Sabito doubled over. You definitely should have kept your mouth shut.

“Sabito, stop laughing! You're such a meanie!” You pouted, cheeks burning.

An escape plan hatched in your brain, you turned around and bolted, Sabito’s howling laughter carrying through the snowy forest. Giyuu reached up to touch his face, staring at your departing figure with a dumbfounded expression. His youthful heart felt giddy, his body now warm despite the biting temperature.

The next time he visited, he was looking forward to seeing you again. You on the other hand, held a grudge against being teased and vowed to never embarrass yourself in front of Tomioka ever again. Seeing him walk over the hill to your house sent you running in the other direction. When he called out to you, you'd hide. It was silly, but you couldn’t help it. Giyuu made you timid, and you much preferred watching him at a distance in safety.

Besides, it was the best view to observe him train anyway. When he fought, it left you in awe. Even your young eyes could tell he was a Hashira in the making.

He was curently out in the field, cold air filling his small lungs as he tried for the umpteenth time to cut through the large rock in front of him. You could tell from your spot behind the tree that the boy was growing increasingly frustrated with himself. In an act of annoyance he plopped to the ground, resting his head in his hands. You frowned.

Tapping your chin, you pondered on a solution to cheer him up and grinned when an idea came to you. The field nearby grew blue snowdrops, the only flower that could grow during the winter time.

“For you,” you smiled, small arm outstretched to offer your gift. The petals were a rich navy hue.

Giyuu looked from his hands, eyes widening to see you so close. You waved your hand in front of him in encouragement. When he stayed silent you leaned down to grab his sword and hand that to him too.

“Don't give up just yet. I know you’ll become the best swordsman in the world.”

“You came out?” He inquired in surprise.

“I didn't like seeing you sad,” you shrugged casually. It was the truth.

The boy grinned, opting to tuck the flower behind your ear. Your words were the only encouragement he needed.

“My final selection is tomorrow. Will you be cheering me on?” He inquired sincerely.

“Of course! Even if you don't see me, I will be. Always.”

If only life were that triumphant and simple.

Your uncle was the one who broke the news after their Final Selection. The months that passed afterwards were a blur as you sunk into despair. You waited for Giyuu to walk up that hill like he always did, so you could at least see one of them return to you. But he never did. You grieved for Sabito and Mokomo alone, and you grieved for Tomioka too. You lost two of your friends in one fell swoop, and had been abandoned by the third. Chanelling your pain in another way, it was your turn to take up the sword now too. To fight through the despair. And to avenge the peaceful life that should have been yours.

And you kept your word to Giyuu, vowing to cheer him on in all his endeavors, even if your heart broke after he never returned.

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The first time Tomioka saw you in action, beneath his stoic facade was an air of immediate respect. He’d been instructed to find and assist you on a mission with a demon more dangerous than previously anticipated– one of the Twelve Kizuki made its appearance, but that didn’t waver your bravery. The scene was grim, with your team of lower rank Demon Slayers paralyzed on the ground.

As Giyuu assessed the situation and watched you fight from the trees above, he realized you truly were a prodigy. Your Nichirin sword was an extension of yourself– you wielded water unlike any swordsman he’d seen in the past, as if taking part in an eternal dance with your blade. You fought with elegance, selflessly dashing in front of one of your fellow swordsmen and deflecting blood art attacks thrown in her direction. Was this really (Y/N)? Clumsy, loud, small (Y/N)? When did you become so… mature?

“(Y/N)-san! Behind you!” One of your remaining comrades screamed. Giyuu’s hand fell onto the hilt of his own sword in preparation to take action, yet you twisted with ease to evade the demon’s attack as another fighter charged towards it. Their swift slash to the neck failed to cut through, snapping the metal of their weapon in half. Its spiny, scorpion-like exoskeleton was nearly impossible for the average Demon Slayer to cut through, and close ranged attacks were dangerous considering the poison tipped pincers growing from its torso.

“No!” You screamed, arm outstretched towards your other comrade as the demon turned its attention towards him, malice and amusement glittering in its hollow irises. Giyuu dashed forward, grabbing onto him and springing back to safety before the demon’s long claws could impale the trembling boy. You bolted forward to close an incredible distance in the blink of an eye, haori fluttering behind your figure as if you were running on air.

“Water Breathing, third form. Flowing Dance.” You rotated in the air, dodging the legs that threatened to interrupt your attack with their piercing thrusts. The opening thread had made itself apparent, but you had been punctured with several wounds and your stamina was depleting. This battle must have been going on for longer than Giyuu originally anticipated.

“Go for the legs, I’ll slice its neck,” The Water pillar called to you.

He rushed forward as you unleashed attacks to cut the demon’s many arms and legs, preventing them from stabbing Tomioka as he made his move. The Kizuki let out an enraged howl, thrusting its fangs towards you. It never got the chance to bite into you, however, as the Water Hashira’s blade came in contact with its neck, slicing through like butter in one solid stroke.

As the demon disintegrated, your knees went wobbly. The formerly collected swordsman upon closer inspection was now an exhausted girl, battered and bruised on the verge of collapse as your adrenaline faded away. Giyuu placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry for not getting here sooner. You fought well.”

You knew that voice. You barely had time to register his pretense in the heat of battle, but it was undeniable now.

“Tomioka-sama?” you turned your head to look at him, the warmth of his gentle yet firm grip spreading through your body. His deep blue eyes bore into yours. You realized you still loved those eyes. They felt familiar to you, like a small piece of your home. It had been too long since you had gazed upon them. “Y-you’re here, you came?”

“It’s my duty to look after you now,” he replied plainly, supporting your weight as you stumbled.

“I'm so glad,” you whispered, pain searing in your lower torso as you spoke. “I'm happy to see you again.” Giyuu shook his head, noticing the small winces you tried to hide between your shallow breaths. As your knees buckled he scooped you up in his arms and held you close.

“Nevermind that. You need to start recovery breathing, (Y/N).”

You inhaled softly, fatigue settling in your bones as you did what you were instructed. Giyuu silently waved off a Kakushi who offered to carry you, his focus never leaving the girl in his arms.

“Where did the demon get you?”

“My torso, he nicked me real bad earlier,” you informed, nose scrunching as blood began to soak through your uniform. Giyuu’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Let's get you back swiftly then,” he murmured into your hair. It still smelled the same as he remembered, like wisteria and snow.

Your crow later informed the Pillar that because you fiercely defended the others, many of your comrades escaped certain death. You fought selflessly. It reminded him of much of your mutual friend, the one who’s name still made shame burn in his heart to remember. The one whose death drove you guys apart.

The man looked down at you in his arms. The walk back was long and you had long since been lost from the waking world, curling up into his shoulder as he carried you. He wondered how anyone who witnessed such horrors as demon slayers did, could look so peaceful in their sleep.

He took you into his home, which as his Tsuguko, would be yours now as well. It was strange to think he would begin sharing this space with someone else. His large estate wasn’t lived in like Tengen’s or Shinobu’s– many nights it remained cold and empty. The vastness of the mansion is unfit for just one man, but he’d always chosen to isolate himself in the past. Maybe the emptiness of his home would change now.

Tomioka had laid you down on the futon in one of his several spare rooms. As he dutifully tended to your wounds, you continued to sleep, blissfully unaware of the glances he stole at your face. It too had changed since the last time you'd seen him– more serious, but also more beautiful.

After disinfecting and wrapping up your more serious wounds, he dabbed a wet cloth at a cut on your cheek. You murmured unintelligibly as he did so, and Giyuu hesitated as you leaned into his touch. Were you waking up? The water pillar stilled in his movements, but you did not stir further. He sighed. It had been years since he’d seen you, but only now was all that time catching up to him.

He could feel his heart unwillingly squeeze in his chest as you snuggled into his hand in your state of unconsciousness.

Feeling a state of unrest, he rose to his feet and walked to the backyard to train. Fighting demons allowed him to take his mind off of most things. He could exercise for hours without the slightest hint of fatigue, and when the exhaustion caught up to him, it was all the more a distraction from everything he wanted to run away from. Time really did slip away from him in these moments.

Inside the mansion, you had risen, deciding to take in your new surroundings. You explored each room aside from Tomioka’s private quarters, observing the minimalist design of the entire estate. Many of the rooms had sparse furniture, but it was spacious and organized. Mostly because they were untouched. It pulled at your heartstrings to know that Giyuu lived here by himself for all these years. It felt so conflicting being back here: you wanted to make up for lost time with him, but you felt like an intrusion. Tomioka was housing you because it was his job. Not because it was voluntary.

He was a stranger to you now, but it didn’t feel like it. You cared for him, even if that wasn’t reciprocated.

The sound of metal swinging through the air caught your attention as you made your way to the back of the house, sliding the outer partition to reveal the Water Hashira outside. A cool breeze rushed past you, making you shiver. What was he doing at this hour?

“Have you been out here all night?” You questioned

“No.” The word slipped out easily for him, with his monotone voice and stoic expression. No one ever questioned it.

“You’re lying, Tomioka-sama.”

Except you, apparently.

He didn’t budge nor acknowledge you this time, continuing to swing his sword and cut through the air. You sighed, approaching him and resting a hand on his arm. Smaller you would have been shocked at how easily you walked up to him. You really had changed since then.

“C’mon, it’s getting chilly. Come inside with me?”

Again, you got no response. You knew Giyuu had become more withdrawn since his youth, but it hurt you to feel so emotionally distant. For you, the minute you saw him again it was like no time had passed at all. Your heart admired him all the same, but for him, you guessed it was different.

Well, it’s only natural of course, you told yourself. He was the one who left you behind afterall.

You pushed away the sting of disappointment.

“Please?” You took his wrist in your hand, but prepared for the man to slip out off your grip in rejection. But to your surprise he meerely looked down at you, lowering his sword to search your eyes. That was his first mistake, as he realized he couldn’t deny the request when you held such an earnest expression. His skin was cold to the touch, except for where your gentle grip was.

He realized you had the same effect as training did, for all of his racing thoughts went quiet as you kept him grounded to the earth.

“Okay,” he conceded, letting you guide him back to the house.

The walk to your room was quiet, a silence that you desperately wanted to break but were lost on how to. Unbesknown to you, Giyuu felt the same, but you both reached the shoji to your sleeping quarters before either had a chance to speak. The water hashira cleared his throat.

“Rest your injuries, and then we’ll start training,” Your mentor entoned, staring at the ground. “I will be gone often on missions. Make yourself comfortable in that time.”

With that, he turned away, almost relieved to end the interaction.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted suddenly, catching Giyuu off guard.

“For what?” There were a million reasons he could think for him to apologize to you, but you could never do a thing wrong in his eyes.

“I just... I know this probably isn’t your ideal situation. Me being here, invading your home. I’ll try to say out of your way.”

You looked so unsure, so small and out of place. He took a step closer to you, relenting at the guilt that you might think of yourself as a burden. The last thing Giyuu wished for was for you to feel unwanted. He was bad with words, but he felt different when you were around. A good different that he spend years trying avoiding, because he didn’t deserve you.

“Don’t. It’s already barren enough here,” Tomioka sighed, placing a hand on top of your head reassuringly.

You smiled at him brightly, relieved at his words. In truth, you didn’t want to stay away. After all this time, you wanted to show him he was cared about. That he didn’t have to shut everyone out and be alone. Giyuu’s breath caught in his throat. When was the last time anyone showed him such a happy expression?

His house never felt like home, but with your light inside of it, maybe it would start to.

#tomioka giyuu #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu #giyuu x reader #giyuu x y/n #giyuu tomioka #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #water hashira #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic

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caramel-catss · 2 months ago

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suthorn boy

on ao3

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concept work about link and zelda not knowing each other before eow happens

Zelda just can't get her mind off the boy who saved her. She visits his house, hoping to learn more about him.

From the beginning, he stood out to her.

A boy clad in green throws himself into battle against Zelda’s kidnapper with seemingly no fear. His face is set quietly, cautiously; he practically has no expression. White, stone-like eyes gleam as he fires an arrow at her cage.

The mysterious boy idles in her mind from there. He’s pushed back by other things: fleeing from the rift, reuniting with her father, escaping the castle… the entire day becomes a blur.

Hints of him are everywhere—the abandoned house in Suthorn, talks of a swordsman. Zelda quietly pockets these thoughts. They feel important.

Her suspicions are reinforced, then, when she comes face-to-face with the boy once more. Violet voidmagics drip off of him as he turns, corpse-like, and faces her with ruby-red eyes. Zelda knits her eyebrows. Tri clings to her shoulder, then hides behind her.

Zelda backs up, clinging to the Trirod. The boy steps forward in a hypnotic rhythm, then leaps, brandishing his sword. Zelda spins out of the way, gasping in surprise. “Summon keese!”

Tri obliges as Zelda leaps to get away, hoping the echoes will distract him. He bats them away easily. As the triangles return to Tri’s tail, Zelda’s heart rate rises.

She switches to a moblin. It’s better, if only slightly—he seems to be stronger against echoes specifically. As she backs away, he catches her eye. She doesn’t know this boy, and yet… something about him seems so off, especially compared to last time.

When he disappears, he drops a sword. The handle is cracked and crumbling. When Zelda picks it up, a feeling pierces her skin and wraps around her. She blinks and reawakens again some seconds later.

“Zelda?” Tri asks. Zelda coughs. She picks up the blade with the hem of her dress and pockets it.

“I’m okay,” she murmurs, lost in thought.

Zelda returns to Suthorn Village with a goal in her mind.

‘Link’ was the name that Lueburry gave her. It rings in her head, familiar in a way she can’t place. She can’t get this boy off her mind. Making for the house that sprouts moss and flowers, Zelda is eyed by villagers around her.

“Excuse me, miss,” A boy calls. Zelda turns. “Um, sorry for asking… but your cloak, it looks a lot like my friend’s. His name is Link. I was just wondering… um, if you’ve run into him at all…?”

Lueburry had told her about the cloak. Zelda’s heart clenches at the sight of a young, worried child, and she lightly bends her knees to make eye contact with him. “Don’t worry about him, little one. He’ll come home safely.”

The boy sighs in relief. “Oh, good… he promised he would play with me later, but he’s been gone for a few days now…”

“He will!” Zelda assures. “He’s just a little busy right now. I promise that after he’s done, he’ll come play with you.”

“Okay! Thank you, cloak lady!” With a grin, he runs off. Zelda gazes after him, a small smile on her face. Link plays with the village kids… and they care about him.

Straightening, Zelda turns to the entryway. She trails her hand on the wooden doorframe. It’s serene in here. Deathly quiet, frozen as stone, yet… somehow, it’s peaceful.

“Zelda,” Tri asks. Zelda peaks up at her companion. Tri floats close to her face, pondering. “...Why did you tell the child that? We don’t know if Link will come back.”

She frowns. “I don’t want someone so young to be that worried. He’s just a boy… it would be cruel to tell him how little we know about Link’s fate.”

“But that wasn’t…” The little creature seems confused. “You don’t know the swordsman, right? The way you were talking about him—it was like you were friends.”

Zelda studies the room. “You’re right, I don’t know him.” She spots a flowerpot on a dresser and makes her way to it. “I pretended I did in order to calm that child.”

“Why?”

“...I’m actually not quite sure. It’s almost instinct to protect the young, even just by comfort. Maybe that’s it.”

Tri swims to Zelda’s shoulder and perches on it. “I don’t really understand. …Your kind care for each other a lot.”

“Mm.” Zelda breaks the house’s spell by lifting a broom and gliding to the fireplace. She reaches the handle up and cleans away a cobweb. “Well, you care about freeing your friends, right? I guess it’s not that different. We care about others because they’re another person.”

“Well,” Tri stammers, “I have to free them so they can mend the rifts. And… I don’t like that they’re trapped.”

Zelda smiles. “That’s the same feeling that made me respond to the boy. I didn’t like the thought of him being that beside himself because he was worried about Link. I could fix that, so I did.”

“Oh.”

“Do you get it now?”

“...Yes, I think… kind of.”

Zelda reaches to Tri; she gently pats Tri’s head. Her companion leans into her touch.

Link’s coat feels heavy on her shoulders. When she first received it, the cloth had a distinct smell. It was warm—almost as warm as Tri is. Holding Tri again reminds her of this. This entire house smells like the cloak did.

It’s quiet as Zelda sits on a tiny wooden stool. Her lips are pressed into a frown. Link is just a Suthorn boy; he’s a village-dweller, someone common and simple. If the rifts never existed, he might have lived an entirely normal life. The thought snags on Zelda’s mind.

Why did he… risk his life for her?

She doesn’t know this boy. It wasn’t until some hours ago that she even learned his name. And yet, he ran into danger for her like it was nothing. When a rift caught him, he grabbed his bow and freed her instead of panicking. His hood is the one concealing her face from the soldiers searching for her. Despite everything, she can’t figure out a single reason why.

People have tended to Zelda all her life. As princess, she has countless servants and is always waited on by her nanny, Impa. She’s been taken care of forever. In fact, these past few days are the first time she’s ever had to fend for herself. Could Link’s motivation just be that she’s the princess?

Zelda’s face drops. …She hopes not.

“It could be that feeling,” Tri says. Zelda jolts; she didn’t realize she’s been thinking out loud. “The one you were just describing to me. Maybe Link did it because he didn’t want you to fall into a rift.”

Tri’s words hold merit. Zelda can move in rifts, but how could Link have known that? Maybe he really is that selfless… it makes sense, considering his other actions.

“He wanted to save me,” Zelda murmurs. Tri nods. “Hopefully… not just because I’m a princess…”

“Because you’re another person.” Tri echoes Zelda’s earlier words.

“...Yeah.”

Zelda stands. She still feels a bit guilty. Link is in a rift somewhere; he’s suffering that fate because he saved her.

“I want to save him, too,” she decides. They’ve already been searching for Link, but saying it out loud cements it for her. “...I have to.”

Tri makes a noise of agreement and bounces off Zelda’s shoulder, nodding. Newfound determination fills Zelda, and she gets an idea.

Zelda takes a bottle off of Link’s barrel and opens it. A little bit of water is pooled inside—perfect! Leaving Tri floating, Zelda makes her way back across the room. She stands in front of a large plant.

“What are you doing?” Tri asks.

“I don’t know how long Link will be gone,” Zelda explains. “Or if anyone will check on his house in the meantime. There was already a cobweb that I cleaned out… so I’ll water his plants, too.” She tips the bottle, letting the water drip into the pot. Turning around, she repeats this with Link’s flower.

Link really did leave his house in a hurry. Zelda caps the bottle and replaces it. She pulls Link’s blanket back over his bed. She’s not entirely sure how to make a bed because her servants always do it for her; hopefully just tugging it straight-ish is enough.

Little facts about Link join Zelda’s list. Suthorn boy. Stolen away as a child. Swordsman. He’s mute. He likes flowers. He grows plants. He plays with the village kids.

He saved her. He’s missing. She will save him, too.

#nospoilers past the end of the first dungeon!#i wrote this bitch over the course of an hour and a half #lightly edited please forgive me!#echoes of wisdom #they make me LOSE IT #it's been so long since i've posted writing that i forgot how i format it on tumblr... fuuuuck

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jadegretz · 2 months ago

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Tira: Twisted Harlequin of Doom by Jade Gretz

The humid air of Elysium hung heavy, thick with the scent of blooming orchids and the cloying sweetness of decay. Deep within the heart of the Order of the Azure Sky's sprawling temple complex, Tira, the Misguided Angel of Death, surveyed the scene with a predatory glint in her emerald eyes.

Moonlight, filtered through ornate stained glass windows, cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished floors of the training hall. A dozen Azure Sky swordsmen, clad in pristine white robes, moved in perfect unison, their blades flashing silver in the spectral light. Their movements were a symphony of light and steel, a testament to years of rigorous training and unwavering faith.

Tira, however, saw only a canvas waiting to be splattered with crimson. Her lips curled into a cruel smile, revealing a single, sharpened fang. She relished the irony. Here, in this bastion of purity, she, the embodiment of chaotic joy and sorrow, would sow discord.

With a practiced flick of her wrist, she sent her Ring Blade, Areadbhar, soaring through the air. It spun with unnerving speed, its razor-sharp edges glinting with a malevolent light. The Azure Sky swordsmen, honed for precision but not chaos, reacted with a flurry of panicked deflects. Steel clashed against steel, sparks showering the serene training hall.

One swordsman, a young man with a face as smooth as his blade, received the brunt of the attack. Areadbhar clipped his shoulder, sending him sprawling to the floor with a startled yelp. A crimson stain bloomed on his immaculate robe, a stark contrast to the serene blue.

A hush fell over the training hall. The remaining swordsmen, their practiced composure momentarily shaken, locked eyes with Tira, a chill creeping down their spines. Her laughter, a discordant melody of chimes and cackles, shattered the silence.

"Oh, such delightful clumsiness!" she cooed, tilting her head to the side. "Perhaps your faith in the Azure Sky has dulled your reflexes? Or maybe…," her voice dropped to a seductive whisper, "maybe you need a different kind of light to guide you."

Her wor …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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kumoofthemaken · 9 months ago

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@cursedfortune the Hunter was never but one of a kind...

The evening chill of the forest only seemed to deepen as white boots descended upon the ground. Cape falling around his form softly as fresh snow as he materialized from the Mist, brought to the Outer World on the whim of his Weapon. It was not often that the Maken demanded he go to a specific place, but judging by the connection he shared with Black Wind, he would not be surprised if the Sword had just done his whole job for him.

Finding where his bonehead of a counterpart had been off to. A sliver of a smirk tugged at his hidden lips before fading as quickly as it had appeared. No doubt pleased with finally finding the planet the Wind had been skulking off to. It was most curious to consider that his notoriously workaholic brother-in-calling, too, had a place where he collected his thoughts and recuperated.

...Even if that did paint him quite the hypocrite. A mental note was made to tell him just that whenever they next met.

The swordsman walked in complete silence - or, rather, floated - as though he were more apparition than man. Clad in ethereal white, with skin nigh as pale as the light of the moon rising above. The forest was quiet as he was. Not even a birdcall nor the scuttle of wild animal through foliage, the sound of his own breath whistling, metallic, through the vents of his mask was his sole companion. And the sole physical thing that betrayed he was, in fact, yet living and not a mere ghost.

But a soundless place did not remain such forever. He could tell there was another in the vicinity. He could always tell.

"Hello." With a voice as gentle as the kiss of morning dew on leaves, the foreigner prince greeted the woman standing in the darkness. Jade eyes could scarcely see in the deep shadow, but they did not need to. "Are you from somewhere around these parts?"

#cursedfortune #[[thread #yes!!! a cloud from me. enjoy #I am stoked #[[Meeting of the Cloud and the Witch #[[Verse: Terror Reigns

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artzzyb00-27 · 1 year ago

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{💙New Guy In Town💙; part.1}

The turtles were on patrol around 1 am on a Saturday. It was a good thing mutants didn't require that much sleep, and they could patrol when crime was most active. Night was mostly quiet, with a few thieves or just gang members here and there. Roof jumping building to building never got old for them. It was such a surreal experience flirting with death when just jumping off and trying to make it to the next building.

Traveling throughout Manhattan they landed in Yorkville and decided to sit on top of one of the easier to get to apartment complexes. With the noise of passing cars and honking occasionally, typical for the city that never sleeps. Leo was standing while his brothers chatted, looking out towards the city. Hoping for anything that could keep them entertained.

"Remind me why we're freezing our asses off still?" his very patient brother, Raphael, asked.

"Not sure, but it'll come soon. Don't worry Raph, you can pummel the next guy causing trouble we find." the blue-clad leader assured the latter. Only getting a scoff in return, but not one that indicated aggression or replacement for backtalk.

Mikey began twitching which meant he was getting bored and needed something to take his mind off it. Digging through his pockets, Donnie took out a fidget cube and tossed to his younger brother who 'ooed' in excitement. Smiling at the interaction, Leo turned his attention back towards the city, this time catching a strange shadow figure hop roof to roof.

"Let's move, quickly! Mikey put that thing away." he ordered as he ran off with his brothers following behind in confusion, but didn't say anything. They were moving and chasing something, that's all that mattered.

Suddenly the figure turned and jumped over the street and landed on a building on the other side. Turning again heading in the same direction they were going before. Leo knew they couldn't make that jump. Their weight held them down, and the width of the street was a problem too.

"Did I see that right!?" Mikey yelled next to his brothers riding on his hover-board Donnie made him.

"You're not alone little brother!" Leo responded as they continued chasing the figure now sprinting. They jumped on a water tower bounced off it with a sharp right heading off into Midtown. The turtles followed with good distance as to not be noticed.

Finally the figure slowed down and perched on top of one of the apartment buildings. Not knowing the brothers were behind them trying to be quiet but were panting from the excessive running. Keeping up with this person had made the night more interesting than it was when they first emerged from the sewers that night.

Stepping up slowly, trying not to make sound on the concrete beneath his feet, Donnie used his goggles to scan the person looking down at the street beneath them. Donnie froze and removed his goggles quickly. His brothers looked at him like he was crazy.

"You're a mutant." he said to no one in particular and his brother's eyes widened. A mutant? The three of them stepped out of the shadows and looked at the person, now getting a better look. Donnie was right, he was a mutant, a bunny mutant to be exact.

"Yup." they said now standing up, turning around towards the brothers and walked off the edge getting closer. Then pulling of their hood showing of the white fur and ears that were tied up together. "I'm Usagi Miyamoto. But my friends call me Sagi, hopefully that's what you guys are." he introduced himself without hesitance, getting the attention of the youngest brother.

"Wassup, brah! I'm Michelangelo, call me Mikey. These are my bros, Raphael the strong one. Donatello the brains, and our oh-so fearless leader Leonardo who is master swordsman." he said making the rabbit mutant examine all of them. Their outfits reflected their personalities well.

"Nice tattoos, wish I could get some." Usagi complimented the three who had ink on them.

"Thanks, you're pretty difficult to keep up with ya' know?" Raph said trying to start conversation. The rabbit boy smiled.

"Thanks, it wasn't hard to speed up knowing how far behind you guys were," he explained shocking the brothers. In response he pointed to his ears, and they nodded in understanding.

"I like your spots." Leo said not really knowing what else to say, he would compliment the sword at the shorted mutants hips but that wouldn't make sense because it was sheathed.

"Really? Well that's sweet of you, normally people don't mention them. It's nice for a change." Usagi rants while reaching up to his right upper cheek where the small black spots were. "Anyway, I should head back home, it's getting late for me and my friend will kill me if I'm late for training. She's always cranky in the morning." he said cracking his neck in the process. he pulled up his hood and jumped up going over Leo. Landing on the edge of the roof and jumping again launching himself towards the second building behind him and sprinted off into the alleyways below.

"Who would have thought there were more mutants, huh Leo?" Donnie asked his brother who kept staring at the alleyway the rabbit boy disappeared into. He hummed in response receiving some looks but left it alone. At least for now.

Luckily that wasn't the last time they saw of the rabbit mutant. They next caught him in Upper Manhattan talking to a wolf girl mutant who had a grey hoodie on and black cargo pants. She had sickles at her sides and had black tape around her feet. Her fur was white and she had brown eyes. In contrast to Usagi who had grey ones.

They all chatted and introduced themselves finding put that her name was Uki. Not her birth name but she changed it because it meant something special to her and it was from her ethnic language before she was mutated.

The boys didn't bother pushing the topic further. If they were actually curious Donnie could just tell them. After some convincing, mainly from Mikey, they brought the two mutants to meet Splinter.

"How does your dad look like?" Uki asked Raph. They were similar in someways but her voice was more calming than his. At least according to Mikey.

"He's a mutant rat. I would ask not to freak out, but I don't think it's necessary." he joked making her slightly chuckle. Usagi and Leo were behind the others walking through the sewers.

Leo looked down slightly at the guy next to him. They were tall but Usagi was definitely smaller than him and his brothers. Uki was taller than him as well. Slightly surpassing Mikey and almost Leo.

Must have been because she was part wolf, he thought. Usagi glanced at him and he looked ahead quickly getting embarrassed that he got caught staring.

"You know it's okay to look at each other right? Not like it's forbidden." the rabbit boy amused making the turtle leader chuckle. After reaching the lair and meeting Splinter the mutants were just interacting with each other. Leo kept giving glances to Usagi here and there and it didn't go unnoticed by his red bandana'd brother.

"If you're gonna kiss him just do it." he teased making the older ninja roll his eyes and look back at the white rabbit talking to his nerd brother. Raph smirked but headed off into the training room along with Uki who pulled out her sickles and got ready for a quick sparring match.

This would be weird to get used to, but he was glad they had more friends. Ignoring his brothers previous remarks, he sat down on the floor next to Usagi and smiled at each other. Pulling their attention from each other, they conversed with Mikey and Donnie.

Part 2 here!

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moussedoodles · 9 months ago

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🎴🪷 | Of Lotuses and Spiderlillies: Chapter 3 Sneak Peek | 🪷🎴

Rin blinked heavy eyelids open- which already seemed like a herculean task in and of itself. But things only seem to worsen when he's met with one of the worst of his recurring enemies: the damned, morning light.

A hiss made its way past gritted teeth as the halfling winced, bringing a hand over his squinted eyes. God, sometimes he wished he was still at home, stuck at the monastery where he couldn't care less about highschool and, instead, slept to his heart's content, only really waking around the early afternoon to help around and run errands around the small church or to cook, all for his family. He dropped out for good reasons damnit, and not having to deal with the sun's shit when he felt and reeked of death was one of them.

Wait– reeked?

Rin withdrew the arm slung over his face, recoiling briefly under the light before he decided- still bordering on the edge of sleep- to begrudgingly push through his initial exhaustion and propped himself up on his elbows, allowing his vision to gradually adjust and explore the surrounding room with lidded eyes.

The light that flooded through the windows by his bedside illuminates white walls with its gentle glow. It wasn't a large space by any means, but it made do with what it had, stretching into a narrow room that barely held any noticeable furniture save for the row of beds beside him and their accompanying bedside tables.

An infirmary, his brain helpfully supplied, as he blinked away the sleep from his eyes. Its layout was familiar enough to be recognised as one, though it was far simpler than True Cross’ own infirmary with its tiled floors and canopy beds. You wouldn't expect any less from one of the best highschools in Japan, especially when you've come to know its headmaster.

Still, despite the unfamiliar setting, Rin would much rather be taken care of here than to tend to himself on the forest floor after he had unceremoniously passed out.

Which… Yeah, that happened.

Rin sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as embarrassment crawled up his spine. He would have thought that, after all the things he had fought and seen since he had first awakened his powers, since he had first chosen to be an exorcist following the death of his father, he would pass out over something that's worth the toll– like being electrocuted again! But- no. As he sits here, atop the white sheets of his infirmary bed, Rin has to deal with the crippling shame of the fact that- not only did he pass out after exorcising the first and one of the easiest demonic entities he had ever encountered, but he had passed out shortly after the fact! And in some poor guy's arms no less!

...Fuck. He passed out in some poor guy's arms.

God, he must've looked like shit.

He Probably smelled even worse.

Rin's ears picked up the slightest creak, which pulled him from his post-sleep self loathing. His head turned towards the noise, and there, standing like a deer in headlights with a hand pressed against the wooden door, was a figure clad in dark fabrics from head to toe, including their head, which was wrapped in black coverings, its hem lined with white. Over their nose and mouth was a pale, paper-like mask, decorated by three dark streaks, which hid all but wide eyes as the stranger stared at the halfling, and he, in turn, stared back.

A silence stretched on for an uncomfortable while, but before Rin could manage his mouth open to speak, the stranger abruptly bent into a bow, startling the swordsman.

“I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!”

“Hey man, don't worry about it,” Rin said, the corners of his lips curled into a slight grin. “But uh, could you tell me whe–”

“I'll inform the estate girls that you're awake!”

“Who–”

“And I'll get you food! You must be starving!”

“Thanks but–”

“And a new uniform!” They interrupted, “We only managed to remove your blazer off of you, but you smelled awful!”

The halfling sputtered. “Th- That's not my fault!”

Rin’s brow twitched, and he could feel his face warm. Christ, who even is this guy? Before he could think to ask though, the black-clad figure sprinted off, leaving Rin atop his bed, staring at the empty doorway with a flush over his cheeks and a low hanging jaw, all while irritation and shame slowly simmered beneath his skin.

…He didn't smell that bad, did he?

The halfling groaned as he fell back onto his bed.

Damnit. Couldn't he have gotten even a single word in? Cause a clue on just where he's been transported to would be nice. Hell, maybe he'd even be able to find some cell service so he could send a text to his brother or get himself directions to the nearest train online. He can't imagine just how worried his friends are of him, and he could bet Yukio's got his panties in a twist right now too, worrying about where his dumbass of a brother disappeared to and just how much damage he had done in the few hours (days?) he had been gone for.

He'd find his brother's– hell, everyone’s paranoia annoying if it weren't so warranted. If he wasn't just as worried, just as afraid of what he could possibly do to everyone else as much as they are.

Rin sighed, and he succumbed to the weight of heavy eyelids. He finds no sleep, of course- not as if he even wanted to- and it's not just because he could vaguely see the warmth of the sun behind closed eyes, casting his vision into dark hues of red; or because he could still smell the faintest hint of decay that clung to his skin, leaving nothing but a memory of the nausea he had suffered through beforehand.

He's not getting better like this, no matter what Shura tells him.

Rin- despite… not being the smartest or most attentive student in True Cross- which was a tremendous understatement- wasn't a complete idiot either. No matter how many spirits he exorcises, how many books he had forced himself to read, classes he had to attend, candles he had fucking burn through– Rin feels as though he hasn't changed much- if at all from the teenager that first drew that accursed sword that one, mournful afternoon. He doesn't know when he first realised it, but after what he had seen from Angel, Shura herself or- hell! Even the other Pages in their cram school, he can't help but feel stagnant, his steps too sloppy, his dodges half-assed, his swordsmanship barely any better than careless swings of his arms.

Rin sucked in a shaky breath before he brought an equally trembling hand up to comb through his mess of dark hair.

He just has to… chip away at it. Slowly. He can't become the best exorcist in a matter of months. No one can, and Rin knows that. The same goes for any skill, afterall, like cooking.

Yet still, controlling his flames won't fix his shitty swordsmanship, and he can't keep relying on his demonic healing when he fucks up or gets hurt either. He realised that few months back when he saw that he was nothing like the protagonists from his manga, that he wasn't invincible, that- that he could get hurt.

And nothing could encapsulate that better than when he had been captured, crucified and shocked by his own grandfather.

Sometimes, even during the best of days, when night falls over True Cross town and Rin lays on his bed- much like he is now- with closed eyes as he waits for sleep, he could still feel it, lingering like a fading scar. It's nothing but a faint buzz now, but his body never forgot, the memory remaining fresh on his mind.

The scent of searing, burning flesh.

Nerves alighting as jolts of electricity spread through his vulnerable form.

Wave upon wave of agonising, excruciating pain.

All while spasming muscles, skin, bone– everything attempted to stitch himself back together, before he would be viciously torn apart.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Rin sucked in a shuddering breath, the hand that once combed through his dark hair now clutching the stained fabric of his button-up, as sharpened nails dug into the pale skin of his torso beneath.

Rin felt like he was burning.

… Shit! He is burning!

Aaaand that's all I could give for now, I hope you like what I've given you all so far though! I wish I could've done more, but I just recently moved into a whole new country, so there's that- but, hey! More free time to write and draw!

This is the chapter where our boys will finally meet, and I can't wait to write their first interaction! I have so many ideas in store for them, but you guys would just have to wait for that ];)

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #rin okumura #writing #crossover #fanfiction #Rintan

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