#yeah some of us are with you on that Tama!

[ezralva]

If you understand all of these...

Lookit Handa's expression when Hiro refused to join the group hugging 'him'

...then chances are you're in Tama's squad.

It's funny to think that Tama's delusions are the fundamentals of almost (prolly) 95% Barakamon fanfics out there since 2014 😂

Pt 1

[punksyeet]

- Inked ❥

Plot: Four letters. One word. Ugh, ugh. Tats.

Warning: Hefty flirting & lots of kisses!

A/N: ngl i’ve had this fic sitting untouched in the drafts for a little while now, but when jey posted that delicious back shot yesterday, i took it as a sign. enjoy! 🖤

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“you headed out for the night?” my co-worker, jayla, asks, beginning to sterilize her equipment.

i nod, untying my bun and letting my curls run free. “hell yeah, girl. i’m beat.”

she giggles, nodding in agreement. “we did have a lot more walk-ins today than usual.”

i’ve been tattooing for a little over five years now.

and while it’s the most fun job in the world, it can also be super draining.

for a little backstory, growing up, i drew every chance i got.

on my chalkboard that i’d use to teach my (very finely educated) stuffed animals, in my notebooks during boring high school classes, you name it.

and the second i graduated, somehow acing all of those said classes, my grandpa brought me to his tattoo shop daily to shadow him and learn about his samoan culture.

now, years later, he’s no longer with us and i’m studying art in college, as well as working part time at a downtown new york tattoo shop.

throughout these five years, i’ve worked on some of the biggest polynesian names in wrestling: both of the uso twins, solo sikoa, tama tonga, and even jacob fatu.

my grandpa was super close with the entire fatu - anoa’i family, so it’s a huge honor to be trusted by all of them with something that’s so important to our culture and heritage.

“hey, isn’t that big convention at javits this weekend?” jayla asks, causing me to look up from fixing my hoodie strings and nod.

“fanatics fest yeah,” i reply. “why?”

her eyelids lower into a mischievous look, as she begins moving her eyebrows up and down.

i pop my neck back in confusion. “bitch, why are you looking at me like that?”

“isn’t your lover boy booked for saturday?” she replies, poking at my side.

“first of all,” i exclaim, folding my arms across my chest. “he’s not my lover boy. we’re just having fun, that’s all.”

she hums and mocks my action, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. “and second?”

“second of all,” i continue. “did you not see how many times he sold out all of his shit? that man is gonna be booked and busy.”

“girl,” she exasperates, leaning back in her chair. “that man never misses an opportunity to see you. whenever he comes out here, his ass is always walking through this door with his tongue hanging out, just waiting to get his hands on you.”

“his tongue is not hanging out!” i scold, playfully shoving her arm.

“it basically is!” she scolds back between giggles, hitting me back playfully.

i sigh, sliding my purse onto my shoulder.

“seriously girl,” she continues, getting up to throw away her gloves and ink-filled paper towels. “that man is more whipped for you than whipped cream.”

i let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “well, the energy is reciprocated. and i’d love to see him this weekend. but if it’s not possible, i won’t be mad either. he’s booked and busy. and i love that for him.”

she dramatically sticks her bottom lip out and dabs away invisible tears. “loving watching your future husband succeed. it’s adorable!”

“bitch i’m leaving!” i tease, turning towards the door.

she bursts into laughter and playfully whacks my butt. “have a good night, girl. text me when you get home!”

“i will!” i call out, leaving and letting the door close behind me.

my journey home is peaceful, barely any traffic on the highway.

and as if on cue, the second i enter the driveway and shut my car off, my text tone dings.

i send a text over to jayla, as promised, before heading inside and getting ready for the night.

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it’s been another long shift of appointments and a couple walk-ins.

i’m exhausted, and i can confidently say that the only thing keeping me going all day has been the thought of reuniting with him.

“alright i’m outta here girl,” jayla announces, gathering her car keys and purse. “have fun with your man.”

i shoot her a death glare, to which she responds with blowing me a kiss and darting out the door.

i roll my eyes, smiling, and get back to disinfecting my chair.

just minutes later, the sound of the shop’s front door being pulled open and sneakers squeaking against the tile floor make my heart stop in my throat.

he’s here.

“appointment with the finest lady in the world?” josh calls out.

i roll my eyes, a smirk plastered on my lips. “no problem. let me go get her.”

he snickers, places two starbucks cups down on the counter, and walks over, immediately pulling me in for a hug.

his woodsy, almost vanilla like scent fills my nose as i rest my chin on his shoulder.

“missed you bae,” he exclaims, his hands lingering my waist as we pull away.

“i missed you too,” i reply, running my hands through his curls. “how’s everything been?”

he nods, licking his lower lip. “been good. how bout you, ma? you look good.”

“thank you,” i reply sweetly, heat immediately rushing to my cheeks. “been busy, but i’m managing.”

he smiles softly. “hell yeah you are, baby. i’m proud of you.”

i smile back and place a quick kiss on his lips.

“got your usual by the way,” he announces, tucking a curl behind my ear, nodding towards our drinks. “you still like that shit with enough caramel to make you drop dead after the first sip, right?”

i roll my eyes, playfully swatting his arm. “you’re such a hater.”

his smile turns into a smirk, gently pulling me in by my face for another kiss.

“come on playboy,” i exclaim, taking his hand and leading us to the chair once we pull away. “let’s finish that back.”

he chuckles, stopping once we get there to remove his shirt.

my panties are immediately soaked at the sight of his body, his biceps and chest about ten times bigger than the last time i saw him.

“like what you see, girl?” he teases, flexing his arms. “been workin’ out just for you.”

fuck he’s huge.

“don’t flatter yourself big boy,” i lie, rolling my eyes.

he smirks and lays down flat on his stomach, getting comfy on the chair.

i take a seat next to him and, as i’m putting a fresh set of gloves on, he looks over, laying his head on top of his folded arms.

i wipe down the area we’re about to work on with a baby wipe, before turning on my tattoo gun, the buzzing sound immediately filling the room.

“look at you with all your supplies n shit,” he coos, watching me. “you look like such a pro, baby.”

i smile at the compliment, kiss his temple as a thank you, and pull up instagram to begin my livestream.

he whips out his phone and joins immediately, angling it against the backrest so he can watch it.

“hey everyone!” i greet my already hundreds of viewers.

a bunch of his fangirls immediately flood the comments.

Omg I know that back from anywhere! 😻

HI JEYYY 🥹

The duo is back 🙂‍↕️❤️

FOUR LETTERS ONE WORD UGH UGH YEET 😍🙌🏼

His back 🥵🥵

he chuckles, watching the comments roll by.

i begin the process, stretching out his skin with one hand and free-drawing with the other.

about ten minutes in, he joins the live as a guest to show his angle and the comments go nuts.

JEYYYYY 🥹😍

The man of the hour and he looks so fine! 😮‍💨🤤

YEET! 🙌🏼❤️

“wassup yall? yeet!” he greets them, gritting his teeth to show off his gold grillz.

i smile to myself, listening to him interact with fans.

one question catches my attention though.

“don’t yall think they would be so cute together?” he reads the comment aloud.

i look up and raise an eyebrow at the camera. “bold of y’all to assume i’d ever date his goofy ass.”

his jaw practically drops open and i snicker in response, playfully whacking his butt.

the comments laugh at my response, quickly agreeing and dissing josh for his goofiness.

he sucks his teeth, laying his head back down. “man, yall are some damn bullies.”

eventually, we end the live and i lean over to grab his face and kiss him.

he kisses back, making sure to blow raspberries onto my lips before pulling away.

“bitch you’re gross!” i yell, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.

he laughs, digging his face into his arms before i can wipe it back onto him.

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“this shit straight fire mama,” josh compliments, flexing his back in one of the full body mirrors.

i smile, watching him, while taking off my gloves. “it looks amazing.”

“it really do,” he agrees, pulling out his phone to take selfies. “you did your thing with this, bae.”

i blush at the compliment, sitting back down to sterilize my tools. “thank you.”

“nah thank you,” he replies, walking up from behind me and wrapping his arms around me. “your talent is crazy, you know. gramps taught you well.”

my smile grows even wider, doing my very best to blink back tears. “that means the world to me, baby. thank you.”

he smiles and leans in, pressing a deep kiss to my temple.

i lean into his touch and reach up with one hand to hold his face, turning it to mine, and press my lips to his.

“you know i love you, right?” he asks once we pull away.

i nod, biting my lower lip. “mhm. i love you too.”

i brush our noses together before looking back down and finishing up cleaning.

by the time i’m done, josh is back in the mirror, admiring the finished piece all over again.

“you gonna let me wrap that up within the next hour?” i tease, folding my arms across my chest.

he chuckles, walking back over.

i grab some plastic wrap, just enough to cover the newest section, and stick multiple layers to his skin.

once he’s all good to go, he thanks me and puts his shirt back on.

“now,” he begins as we walk back up to the front of the shop. “how much do i owe your pretty self?”

he pulls out his wallet from his sweatpants pocket while saying that last part.

“josh,” i reply, throwing my purse over my shoulder. “babe, we do this every time. you know my grandpa never liked to charge you or your family. so i won’t either.”

he sighs, stepping closer. “baby, this shit took hours. i wanna take care of you. you deserve it.”

i shake my head, cupping his face. “it’s really okay. i promise.”

he smiles softly and leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“at least lemme take you out for some dinner?” he suggests, stroking my sides.

i pucker my lips to the side, rubbing his biceps. “waffle house?”

his smile widens, a mischievous look coming over his eyes. “you know me so well.”

i giggle as he pulls me in for yet another kiss.

“let’s roll pretty girl,” he says, holding out his hand.

i take it and we head out.

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Hello! I don't know if requests are open, I'm sorry, but I have a request 🥹 You can ignore it if you want!

Imagine the reader dyeing her hair, and Logan doesn't really understand the concept, but thinks she looks really pretty, and then she asks him to dye the back part where she can't see 😭❤️‍🩹 just cute and loving

My requests are always open!

Logan always loved your hair. He thought you always had it so pretty, even when you just woke up and it was all over the place. He loved whatever shampoo you used it always made it so soft and smelt sweet. You changed your hair often and it always turned out amazing, Logan just assumed that you went to the salon to get your hair done, he knew that you did your nails at home you said it was too expensive to go out and get them done professionally so you just did it at the house. He hated the smell of the polish, but he did love seeing you having pretty nails, so he put up with it and sometimes he even helped paint your right hand. However, he had just assumed you got your hair done professionally, he never saw you do your hair at the house at it just looked too well done for an amateur.

He has been getting upset with you lately, and he didn't know how to tell you.

He always wanted to be the one who took care of you. He wanted to provide for you, no matter the cost or what it was. He just wanted you to have whatever you wanted in life, but you kept denying his offers to get your hair done. He was about to just make an appointment at some random salon and drive you there for it so you would stop arguing with him over dumb stuff like money.

.

.

He just got off work and was walking into the house, ready to not back down from the fight he knew was coming, but as he was walking into the house, a strong smell overwhelmed his senses. He groaned and scrunched up his nose "the fuck is that smell??"

You nearly jumped out of your skin hearing Logan so soon. "Logan! You weren't supposed to be home for another hour!" You rushed back to the bathroom to try and clean up some of the hair product you've been using and to open the window to air out the room as best as you could.

"What is that smell?" Logan asked again, still not knowing what he was smelling. You cringed slightly and turned to him with the bowl of hair dye in your hands. "I was doing my hair, just a touch-up, but I-I thought you weren't going to be home for a while, so I thought I'd have time to air the house out. I know you're sensitive to smells and just assumed that the dye would be too strong for you."

Logan felt his heart swell slightly, hearing that you took his enhanced smell into consideration. "Do...do you need help?" He asked sort of bashfully. He took the bowl from your hand gently and mixed the dye with the brush. He cringed slightly from the smell, but he was ready to push through it to help you.

"Could you get the back for me? I don't think I got all of it" you turned around and showed him the back of your head and he bit back a laugh when he saw you missed a section of hair.

"Yeah, I got it, baby." he just told himself that he was painting... sort of? He really didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't want to mess up, so he just really lathered the dye on your hair and tried to not get it all over your skin. When he was done, he set the bowl down and tapped your shoulders, "Okay, I think I'm done now what?" You explained that you needed to set a timer and that you'd wash it out after it goes off. He nods and sets the timer for you.

He likes to think he is a patient man after living all of his years, but those 30 minutes felt like 30 years. Once the timer finally went off, he helped you wash your hair and watched as you dried and styled it. He was always excited to see how you ended up doing your hair but this time he was even more excited to see how it turned out and once you showed him how it turned out he couldn't help but feel pride knowing he was the one who helped you.

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[isabella-2025]

The Bosses Wife

The USOS X Ella (OC) and hunter X Ella (OC) (Only in this chapter) : Warnings: Cursing and that's all.

Plot: When Triple H becomes distant with his wife Ella she begins to build a friendship with the USOS but one night it turns into something unexpected.

Let me know what you think please. ❤️

Should I make a part 2 that is fully smut? Let me know if that is something you guys would be interested in. 😊

Ella sat beside her husband Hunter in a board room where they were supposed to meet the bloodline for a creative discussion. Ella looks at her husband and says

" So, do you think the meeting is gonna go well?"

" Yeah, I do they are very easy to work with." He says

" Yeah so I have heard, I am excited to meet them." Ella says

' Yeah they are very nice people, oh here they come." He says

The bloodline walk into the board room. They introduce themselves as Solo, Jacob, Tama, Tonga, Roman. Jimmy, Jey and Sami. Two of them catch your attention immediately and they were Jimmy and Jey AKA the USOS. Everyone sits around the table and they begin to talk about the creative direction they wanted to go in for Wargames. You were trying really hard to focus on what was being said but you couldn't really focus on anything else except the way the Twins looked and carried themselves. Jey had on a white beater tank top, black joggers that fit just right, a gold yeet chain and his new neck ink showing. Jimmy had on an all black tracksuit with a white stipe going down the pants leg and they fit him just right and don't even get her started on his tattoos. She was so focused on her thoughts of the twins she did not even notice that the meeting had ended. Hunter tapped her on the shoulder and said

" The meetings over honey."

" Oh, Okay, lets go." Ella says

" Okay, but are you doing alright you seemed distracted during the meeting." hunter says

" No, I am okay I just didn't sleep good last night because you weren't there." Ella says

" I know honey I'm sorry I had business to attend to you know that." Hunter says starting to get annoyed

" I know honey its just your never home anymore." Ella says

" Well , you know this paper view is going to be big babe I can be home with you anytime." Hunter says in a angry tone

" Okay, I am gonna drop this conversation for now because we should not even be talking about this here." Ella says

" We shouldn't have to talk about this at all if you would just understand and not be all dramatic about it." Hunter says loudly

Ella says nothing and just walks out to the rental car telling the driver to take her to the hotel.

Unbeknownst to Ella Jimmy and Jey had overheard her conversation with Hunter. Jimmy turns to Jey and says

" Uce, hunter is an ass she wasn't being dramatic."

" I know she wasn't she poured her emotions out and he just shut her down that is horrible." Jey says sadly.

" Yeah I know isn't a relationship supposed to be 50/50 Jimmy says

" Yeah it is, he shouldn't make her feel small if he loves her." Jey says

" If she was mine I would make sure she knew her feeling were valid and that she could come to me anytime. " jimmy said

" Yeah, same uce." Jey said seriously

Ella had just gotten out of the shower and had gotten in bed when Hunter came strolling in the room. Hunter changes clothes and lays down beside her and says.

" Honey are you awake?"

" yeah, what is it?" Ella asks

" I want to talk about what happened between us earlier.' hunter says

" Okay, go ahead say what you need to say." Ella tells him

" I just want you to understand that my job is important without me the company doesn't run." hunter says seriously

" I know your job is important but its like every night I end up in this bed alone because you have to leave for work" Ella says sadly

" You don't seem to understand, I have to go when shit goes wrong I think you need to stop being so selfish. " Hunter says angrily

" Me, selfish really wow hunter that's real nice." Ella says angrily getting up off the bed, grabbing some clothes and walking out the door.

She steps into the hotel bar, goes to the bathroom and changes into a red halter top and black leather pants. She sits down orders her drink and calls her bestie Isabel. Isabel picks up on the second ring and says

" Hi"

" Hey, I need to talk to you." Ella says

" Okay, what about?" Isabel asks her

" Marriage problems." Ella says

" Okay, what did that asshole do now?" Isabel says

" He just thinks I'm being dramatic and selfish because I want to wake up with my husband lying next to me for once." Ella says sadly

" He seriously called you selfish and dramatic, i think he needs to look in the damn mirror." Isabel says

" Yeah, I know he's been like this for months." Ella says

" Have you even had sex? " Isabel asks her.

" No, he hasn't touched me in 3 months. " Ella says

" 3 months Damn girl you need to get laid by some hot ass wrestler." Isabel says

" Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen nobody wants my ass." Ella says

" Girl, quit lying look I got to go but I will talk to you in a couple days okay." Isabel says

" Yeah, Okay bye." Ella says

" Bye girly" Isabel says

She hangs up the phone and just downs her drink in sadness. She feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to see jimmy and Jey staring at her.

" Hey, you look nice" Both of them say at the same time.

" Thanks you guys wanna sit." Ella says

" Yeah lets talk." Both of them say

They sit down and you guys just start talking about the industry and life. Jimmy and Jey are trying really hard to focus on the conversation you guys are having but they cant stop thinking about how beautiful you look in your outfit. Jimmy cant help but look at the way the leather pants fit you just right and how your top brings out your features nicely. Jey cant stop thinking about how good your pants and shirt bring out your natural beauty. Ella notices that they have been staring at her for a while and says.

" are you guys okay, you've been staring at me for a minute."

" Yeah, we are okay." Jimmy says

" Yeah, we are good, just admiring how good you look." Jey says

" Thank you." Ella says quietly she feels a heat flow through her body she thought had burnt out.

" Well it was nice talking to you guys I have to go get some sleep so I can be ready for the charity ball tomorrow night." Ella says

" Okay , yeah go ahead we will see you tomorrow night." They both say at the same time.

The charity ball is in full swing and Hunter had ignored Ella all night. Ella sees him talking to Mark and Michelle and she goes over, grab his hand and say

" Hey baby."

Hunter looks at you take his hand out of yours and says " Hey"

" Can we talk for a second" Ella says

" yeah sure babe." Hunter says to her

Ella and Hunter walk to a quiet area to talk. Ella turns to Hunter and says

" how was your night."

" It was good until you interrupted me" Hunter says

" well I am sorry for wanting to talk to my husband who I barely see." Ella says

" There you go being all dramatic again, you don't have to be so clingy." hunter says

" Me clingy I am not clingy I just want my husband to be present not pass through when you want to." Ella says

" You bitch I do not do that." hunter yells causing everyone to look in your direction

Embarrassed Ella runs out of the ballroom, gets a cab back to the hotel and walks into the hotel room she cries till she has no more tears. She hears a knock on the door, she opens it and is surprised to see Jimmy and Jey standing there. Ella looks at them and says

" Come in guys."

Ella turns to the mirror in the bedroom bends her head down a little to put her earrings in her bag and when she looks back in the mirror they are right up against her. Ella says in a shaky voice.

" w-h-a-t are you doing "

Th twins smile Jimmy is to your right gently gripping your hip and Jey is on your left leaning his face into your neck.

" Well, we overheard your "husband" being an asshole to you, you are worth so much more." jey says as he begins to gently kiss your neck.

" We also overheard that he hasn't been taking care of you, hasn't touched you in three months and we wanna help you." Jimmy says as he places a gently kiss on your collarbone.

" Um, I don't know what your talking about." Ella says shakily, goosebumps forming wherever they kiss you. Your body trembles with a longing to be touched and loved properly.

The twins laugh and say at the same time.

" you obviously know what you want, and we surely do your body is already reacting so why don't you just let us love you like you deserve to be loved."

Ella says in a shaky voice " I don't…….."

" Don't you dare say you don't deserve it because you do." The twins say at the same time.

" Okay lets do this." Ella says

The twins look at each other then look at her and…

To Be continued.

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 67: Reunited and it feels so good

A/N: And we are back at it again with a new chapter! This one is a bit long, but well worth it! We have Zoro making some declarations in public... Law making an appearance, and the crew is finally reunited! but all is fair in love and war ;). Thank you guys so much for the love and likes, and shares on my posts! Now without further ado, let the adventure begin!

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Our love sick cook is back!

We finally arrived at Bakuratown, Komachiyo coming to a halt with Luffy, Okiku, and Zoro riding on its back. I pulled on the reins of the horse I was riding, bringing it to a stop beside them. “Good boy,” I murmured with a smirk, patting its head as it neighed softly.

Suddenly, Luffy cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Heyyyyyy, we came to save you, Tama!”

My eyes widened in disbelief, mirroring the shocked expressions of everyone else. “Are you serious right now, Luffy?!” I hissed under my breath.

Okiku quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling his words. “Quiet, Luffy Taro! Please be cautious. You can’t do that here!” she said urgently, darting her eyes toward the area ahead where several samurai stood armed with swords.

Instinctively, my hand moved toward the hilt of King’s sword strapped to my back. My grip tightened slightly, the weight of the situation urging me to stay alert.

“You guys look awfully fishy,” one of the samurai said suspiciously, stepping closer.

“The less attention we draw, the better,” Okiku whispered as she released Luffy.

“Why’s that?” Luffy asked cluelessly.

Another samurai stepped forward, holding a document in his hand. “There are no records of them leaving,” he muttered before raising his voice. “Who are you guys?! Start talking!”

Okiku glanced at us and said firmly, “We can’t trust anyone here—they’re likely in league with Otama’s kidnappers.”

I smirked, my gaze fixed on the samurai ahead. “Well, I’ve got trust issues anyway, so that’s already handled.”

Before anyone could respond, Luffy activated his Conqueror’s Haki. The wave of power knocked the samurai unconscious, one by one, leaving them sprawled on the ground.

“Let’s move,” Luffy said with a wide grin, clearly unbothered by the chaos he’d just caused.

Gripping the reins, I spurred the horse forward. “Guess we’re not drawing attention anymore,” I muttered sarcastically, shaking my head.

As we continued through the streets of Bakuratown, the grim reality of Orochi’s rule became increasingly clear. The townsfolk’s misery and the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on us all.

Just then, a sumo wrestler lumbered into view, barreling toward me with surprising speed. The horse reared up, startled, but before the wrestler could get any closer, Luffy stepped in and stopped him with ease.

“Shhh, easy boy, easy,” I whispered, gently petting the horse’s neck to calm it. It snorted and lowered its head, and I let out a breath of relief. “Thanks, Captain,” I said with a grateful smile.

“Don’t mention it,” Luffy replied cheerfully, grinning as the horse dipped its head in acknowledgment.

“It looks like there’s a sumo competition going on,” Luffy remarked as we passed by a bustling area.

From behind me, Zoro’s voice called out, “Hey, Y/N!”

“Yeah, Zo?” I replied, glancing back at him.

Zoro’s smirk was unmistakable, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. “You look good up there,” he said, his tone casual but with a teasing edge. “Guess the horse isn’t the only one stealing the show.”

I raised an eyebrow, a sly grin tugging at my lips. “Flirting while I’m on horseback, huh? Bold of you, swordsman.”

He chuckled, leaning back slightly on Komachiyo as if unfazed. “What can I say? Thought I’d give you a reason to look back my way.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I shot back with a smirk, turning forward again. “I always know when you’re looking, Zo.”

Just then, two more sumo wrestlers came flying our way, crashing into the ground nearby.

“Damn, is it raining men or what?” I quipped, shaking my head as Luffy laughed.

“Sumo wrestling, huh? I wanna try!” Luffy exclaimed with an eager grin.

“My money’s on you, Captain,” I said with a smirk, urging the horse forward as we approached the scene.

“Looks like a fight!” Luffy cheered, his excitement growing as we neared the crowd and the commotion of the sumo wrestlers battling in the ring.

“Okiku!” a booming voice called out, echoing over the crowd.

I raised an eyebrow, looking toward the source—a massive sumo wrestler with an obnoxious grin plastered across his face.

“Damn, he must have optic vision to be able to see from that far,” I muttered, the horse neighing in agreement.

“You accepted my invitation after all!” the sumo wrestler yelled again. “And what’s this? You brought the vision of beauty as well!” His eyes turned into literal hearts as he ogled me from a distance.

I groaned, slapping a hand to my forehead. Even the horse shook its head in exaggerated disapproval.

“You seem to agree with everything I say and do, huh? It’s like we may have met before,” I chuckled, patting the horse’s neck affectionately.

The sumo wrestler, oblivious to the scene, turned his attention back to Okiku. “I’m glad you finally came along and decided to marry me, Okiku!” he shouted proudly.

It was as if a record scratched in my mind, my entire body going rigid at the mention of forced marriage. A fiery rage bubbled up inside me, and my grip on the reins tightened as I growled, “Cocky bastard thinks he can force a woman into marriage.”

The horse bucked, as if sharing my sentiment, its movements sharp and full of energy.

“Don’t worry, boy,” I said with a dangerous smirk, calming the horse with a firm pat. “We’ll show him how wrong he is soon enough.”

“Wow! This is certainly a surprise! There’s a woman here who’s apparently engaged to Urashima!” the announcer declared, his voice booming over the crowd.

I turned to look at Okiku, who appeared frightened, her wide eyes betraying her unease.

“Don’t worry, Okiku. I too have experience with arranged marriages,” I said softly, scratching the back of my head.

“You were also forced into marriage?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise and empathy.

I nodded, letting out a sigh. “It’s a long story, but yes. Although my marriage was annulled, my ex-husband insisted I keep the wedding band and ring.” I lifted my hand to show her the simple band still adorning my finger. 

Before Okiku could respond, the announcer’s grating voice filled the air again. “And what’s this... it appears Urashima’s second woman has also arrived—on a horse, no less!”

I froze, my eyes snapping to the announcer as a wave of irritation coursed through me.

“I know you did not just say that!” I shouted, my voice sharp with indignation. My horse whinnied in agreement, stomping its hooves as if echoing my annoyance.

The crowd turned to me, their murmurs and whispers only adding fuel to my frustration. I gritted my teeth, determined to put an end to the absurdity. 

“They’re both simply beautiful! Urashima is one hell of a guy to bag two women!” someone from the crowd shouted, their voice laced with mockery.

My jaw clenched as anger surged through me, my right hand instinctively moving to my side. A familiar red hue flickered to life, casting a glow over my hidden blades. Sparks of red lightning began crackling around my fingers, dancing with my fury.

The shift in atmosphere silenced part of the crowd, their attention locked on the ominous energy radiating from my hand.

“Enough of this nonsense,” I muttered, stepping forward as the horse moved with me, as if in perfect sync. My voice rang loud and clear. “Urashima doesn’t deserve even one woman, let alone two. And if any of you think he does, I’d be happy to prove you wrong right here, right now!”

The red lightning pulsed brighter, casting eerie shadows across the crowd. Gasps rippled through the audience, and the announcer stumbled over his words, clearly unnerved by the display.

"Y/N!" Okiku’s voice broke through the tension, hesitant yet urgent. She seemed unsure whether to pull me back or cheer me on.

Before I could respond, a loud, confident voice cut through the air, making my heart skip a beat.

"She’s not his woman! She’s mine!"

I turned sharply toward the source, my eyes widening as they locked onto Zoro, perched atop Komachiyo with his usual nonchalant expression.

The entire crowd fell silent, the weight of his bold declaration sinking in. Even my horse snorted, shaking its head as if to question Zoro’s audacity.

“She carries my ring on her finger!” Zoro continued, raising his voice for the entire arena to hear. “And I carry hers right here!” He lifted his hand, revealing the ring King left him glinting in the sunlight.

My jaw dropped, disbelief and annoyance flooding my chest. “Roronoa!” I hissed through clenched teeth, glaring at him. “What is the meaning of this?!”

He gave me a sly smirk, cutting me off with an infuriating calmness. “Relax. Just go with it. We’ll deal with the rest later.”

The crowd erupted into a mix of shocked murmurs and excited cheers, buying into Zoro’s theatrics. Urashima’s face twisted into an angry scowl, clearly not pleased with the turn of events.

Okiku covered her mouth, barely suppressing her laughter. "That’s... one way to handle things," she whispered.

Meanwhile, Zoro leaned casually on Komachiyo, his smirk never wavering. “See? Problem solved.”

“You just made things ten times worse!” I snapped, my cheeks heating from a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Zoro’s grin only widened. “You’re welcome.” The crowd buzzed with murmurs as Luffy's voice cut through the noise, completely oblivious to the chaos brewing around him.

“Hey, you guys! We’re looking for someone! Can you help? A little girl—her name is Tama! Can you tell me where the boss of this town is at?” he shouted.

I groaned inwardly. That’s one way of asking, I thought, shaking my head.

Before anyone could respond, a shrill voice rang out from the crowd, directed at Okiku. “It’s not fair! I wanted to be his husband!”

I turned toward the source, my eyebrows raised. A woman, eyes brimming with tears, stood with her hands clenched in frustration.

“Honey,” I said, raising my voice to be heard, “you can have him, ‘cause we sure aren’t fighting for him, that’s for sure.”

Luffy burst out laughing at my remark, and even Zoro’s lips twitched into a smirk. But the murmurs of the crowd still swirled around Okiku and Urashima, feeding into the sumo wrestler’s ego.

“Man, that’s annoying,” I muttered, gripping the reins tighter as my horse stirred restlessly beneath me.

“They’re all ignoring you,” Zoro quipped to Luffy, his tone teasing.

“Do me a favor, will you?” Urashima’s booming voice interrupted. “Grab Okiku and that vision of beauty and bring them over here!” He gestured toward us with an air of entitlement.

The sumo wrestlers around him cheered in agreement. ��Boss, you gotta train us in the arts of love!”

I slapped my hand against my forehead, exasperated. “How do I put this gently... you’re not my type!” I yelled back, my voice laced with sarcasm.

The crowd erupted into laughter, but my horse suddenly began to buck harder, its movements more erratic than before.

“Easy, boy! What’s wrong?” I said, leaning forward to calm him with a firm pat. His wild eyes darted toward the advancing sumo wrestlers, who approached with smug grins and open arms.

“Hey, ladies!” one of them called out, waving as though he were doing us a favor. “Urashima told us to get you. Come on!”

The horse reared up, its hooves kicking in protest, and I had to grip the reins tightly to keep my balance.

“Y/N, you stay looking cool on that horse!” Luffy suddenly chimed in, his grin wide as he hopped off Komachiyo with Zoro and Okiku.

I groaned, shooting him an incredulous look. “Luffy, we have priorities!”

But he wasn’t listening, his attention already fixed on the commotion ahead. Meanwhile, the horse’s erratic movements grew more violent, its distress palpable.

“Hey, easy, boy! Easy!” I soothed, trying to steady him. Something was definitely wrong.

The horse’s movements grew sharper, as if it could feel the tension in the air. Its hooves stomped against the ground, each strike resonating like a drumbeat.

“We’ve got stuff to do—move!” Luffy yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Urashima, clearly enraged by the situation, bellowed at his men. “Knock out both of them!” he roared, pointing at Luffy and Zoro.

“What’s your deal, huh?!” Luffy shouted back, throwing punches that sent several sumo wrestlers flying. His movements were quick and decisive, despite the absurdity of the situation.

Zoro, meanwhile, took a different approach. For once, he relied on hand-to-hand combat, his strikes precise and powerful. I watched, momentarily impressed by his fluid movements.

“A nice slap is still my favorite... ain’t that right, princess?” Zoro called out casually, his voice dripping with smug amusement.

My jaw dropped. “Roronoa, you and I are going to have a serious talk…” I trailed off, only to be interrupted by Okiku’s scream.

“Crap,” I muttered, snapping back to focus.

The horse suddenly surged forward on its own, its instincts seemingly guiding it toward Okiku. “Boy, why are you—?” I began, but my hand instinctively reached for King’s sword at my back.

Ahead, the sumo wrestler had Okiku in his grasp, her struggles futile against his sheer size. “Lady, why are you resisting?” he yelled, tightening his hold.

The horse moved with an almost predatory grace, weaving past obstacles and slowing just enough for me to balance my blade in one hand. With a sharp pull on the reins, it came to a halt, positioning me perfectly close to the sumo wrestler.

The tip of my blade gleamed as it came to rest against his neck. “I suggest you let her go,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.

The sumo wrestler froze, his grip on Okiku faltering. A moment later, he released her, and she stumbled back to safety. Before he could react, my horse lowered its head and delivered a powerful headbutt to the man’s chest, sending him sprawling to the ground.

I patted the horse’s neck with a grin. “I really do think you and I have met in a past life, boy,” I said fondly.

The horse let out a loud neigh, its body shifting with pride as it pawed at the ground. It had clearly earned its moment in the spotlight. 

Turning the horse toward Okiku, I asked, “Okiku, you okay?”

She nodded, her face still pale from the ordeal.

“Good,” I said, smiling warmly. I patted the horse again. “Boy, cool if you stay with Komachiyo?”

The horse whinnied, its head tossing slightly in protest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay, my noble steed,” I reassured him, petting his nose gently before dismounting.

Okiku moved toward Zoro and Luffy, her steps cautious as I unsheathed my sword. While preparing for the next wave, I thought it best to rely on hand-to-hand combat for agility. As I strapped my sword to my back, a sharp tug suddenly yanked me off balance.

“What the—?!” I gasped, twisting to see ropes binding my waist tightly.

“When did this happen?!” I hissed, thrashing to loosen the binds. The ropes tightened further, digging into my skin.

Okiku let out a startled scream as another sumo wrestler ensnared her.

“Ahh! Damn it, I just saved you too!” I snapped, still fighting against the ropes.

Luffy and Zoro remained locked in their battle, but my struggles drew their attention as the sumo wrestler lifted me onto his shoulder like I was nothing.

“What the hell!” I yelled, kicking and writhing as he began to carry me off.

“Y/N!” Luffy shouted, his eyes narrowing.

“Put me down!” I yelled, furious and frustrated.

“Hey, big boy!” Zoro’s voice cut through the noise like a blade, cold and dangerous.

The sumo wrestler paused, his grip on me tightening.

“Ever heard the phrase, ‘Don’t touch what’s not yours’?” Zoro’s tone was low, a promise of violence lurking in every word.

“Doesn’t matter,” the sumo shot back, undeterred. “Boss wants both of them!”

Zoro’s growl sent a chill down my spine, and I knew what was coming. But I wasn’t about to wait for a rescue. In a moment of desperation, I did something drastic.

“I’m married!” I yelled, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them.

The sumo wrestler faltered, his grip loosening slightly as he processed my outburst.

“What?” he muttered, his confusion evident.

“I said, I’m married! My husband’s right over there!” I jabbed my head in Zoro’s direction, hoping the lie would buy me enough time to act. “Don’t believe me? Look at my ring finger!” I snapped, grinning as I held up my hand for emphasis. “He gave me this ring.”

The sumo wrestler blinked in disbelief, his eyes flicking from my hand to my face, still processing the situation. “He gave you that rock?!” he asked incredulously, clearly thrown off guard.

I kept up the act, trying to sound as confident as I could while still struggling against my restraints. “Of course, he did,” I said, a sly smirk forming on my lips. “He knew red is a symbol of strength and beauty; this ruby? One of a kind. Just like me. The diamonds surrounding it, was his idea”

The sumo wrestler’s grip faltered for a moment as he looked down at my hand, his eyes narrowing. “You’re really married... to him?”

“Of course!” I snapped, my voice sharp with mock annoyance. “He proposed on a moonlit night—very romantic, you know?” I couldn’t help but add, “He’s a catch, alright.”

The crowd began murmuring, some of them clearly impressed by the story, others still skeptical but willing to go along with it. Okiku, still being carried away by one of the other sumo wrestlers, shot me a glance as I struggled to keep up the charade.

I tried to shift in the sumo wrestler’s grip again, the ropes biting into my arms, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I had them doubting now.

That is, until one of the sumo wrestlers from the crowd shouted, “He doesn’t even look like a good lover!”

My eyes went wide, and I whipped my head toward the direction of the voice. “And who the hell asked you?!” I shot back, my temper flaring. “I’m not here for your unsolicited opinions!”

The crowd seemed to react, some of them chuckling nervously, others looking a little uncomfortable. But then, just when I thought I’d regained some control over the situation, a familiar voice rang out.

“Well, I do know how to satisfy my wife, where it counts,” Zoro said nonchalantly, his tone so casual it was almost infuriating.

I froze, my mind racing as I processed what he had just said. Did he really just say that out loud? My face flushed with a mix of surprise, frustration, and embarrassment. Zoro stood there, arms crossed, looking smug as usual, clearly enjoying the attention he had just drawn.

“Zorojuro!” I hissed, my patience wearing thin as I glared at the swordsman. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Zoro simply shrugged, utterly unfazed by my frustration. His smirk remained steady, his tone casual as he replied, “Just making sure everyone knows my wife’s got what she needs. Ain’t that right, princess?” He threw in a wink for good measure, his cocky attitude earning him another incredulous look from me.

“You’re insufferable!” I snapped, but before I could continue, the sumo holding me tightened his grip, his deep voice booming.

“I still don’t buy it!” he barked, glaring at Zoro.

“Alright, Plan B,” I thought, keeping my movements subtle as I reached for the hidden blade strapped to my thigh.

Zoro, however, didn’t miss a beat. He tilted his head, the lightness in his expression replaced by a sharp intensity. “You know,” he began, his voice calm but menacing, “I’m not one to repeat myself. Put her down.”

The sumo wrestler hesitated, his bravado faltering under Zoro’s piercing gaze. Still, he managed a defiant snarl. “She’s coming with me. Boss’s orders!”

Zoro’s hand drifted lazily to the hilt of his sword, his posture relaxed but deadly. “You’re making a mistake, big guy,” he said, his voice lowering to a growl. “Touching what’s mine? That’s a one-way ticket to regret.”

Taking advantage of the distraction, I decided to speed things up. “You mind putting me down, big guy?” I said sweetly, injecting confidence into my tone. “As you can see, my husband isn’t the sharing type.”

The sumo hesitated again, clearly unnerved. Slowly, he lowered me from his shoulder, though his grip on the ropes remained firm. That was his last mistake.

“Oh, and by the way...” I trailed off, snapping the ropes apart with a sharp pull. Before he could react, I spun around, raising my leg and delivering a clean roundhouse kick to his chest. The force sent him flying backward, crashing into a food stall with a resounding thud.

“That’s for manhandling me,” I said firmly, dusting myself off as I tucked the blade back into its thigh holster. Ignoring the murmurs of the crowd, I strode toward Zoro and Luffy.

Zoro was grinning as usual, his arms crossed. “Not bad,” he remarked with a teasing edge. “But I had it handled, you know.”

I shot him a glare, though I couldn’t suppress the flicker of amusement. “Sure you did, husband.”

Just then, the horse trotted over, its ears pinned back as it let out a warning snort at Zoro.

“Easy, boy,” I said, stepping forward to stroke the horse’s nose. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

The horse huffed dramatically, then leaned in to lick my face, making me laugh despite myself. “Alright, alright, I get it! You’re the real hero here,” I said, patting its neck. “No need to start a fight with him.”

Zoro scoffed, muttering, “Even the horse doesn’t like me, huh?”

I grinned as I turned back to him. “Can you blame him? You’ve been... extra today.”

Zoro leaned closer, his voice dropping to a murmur that sent heat rushing to my cheeks. “Extra? I’m just keeping the princess safe.”

Before I could retort, Luffy, who had been unusually quiet, turned back to glance at us, his grin as bright as ever. “Glad you’re okay, Y/N!” he called, his genuine warmth cutting through the chaos.

I smiled, touched by his concern. “Thanks, Luffy. I’m glad too. But Okiku—”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about her,” Zoro interjected, his steel-gray eyes narrowing as he turned his attention toward Urashima and Okiku in the distance. “I think she’s hiding something.”

I followed his gaze, unease settling in my chest as I noticed Okiku’s strained expression. Urashima towered over her, his grin wide and overbearing. “You think so?” I asked, my voice low.

Zoro nodded. “Yeah. She’s not as defenseless as she’s making herself out to be.”

Before I could respond, Urashima’s booming laugh echoed through the crowd. “Now, Okiku, leap into my arms!” he bellowed, spreading his massive arms wide. His arrogance made my skin crawl.

I cringed, shaking my head. “Disgusting,” I muttered under my breath.

“That’s her, isn’t it? The girl from the tea shop!” someone in the crowd exclaimed. The murmurs grew louder.

“She’s too low-class to be here. How did she get to the gate in the first place?” another voice chimed in, the disdain in their tone making my blood boil. My right hand clenched into a fist as an involuntary spark of red lightning crackled from my palm, striking the ground near the man.

“What the hell was that?!” the man yelped, stumbling back in fear.

“Oops,” I mumbled under my breath, quickly unclenching my fist.

A woman’s shrill voice cut through the commotion. “I knew she was a tramp the second I saw her!”

That was the last straw. My anger surged as I whipped around, my voice sharp. “If she’s a tramp, then what are you?”

The woman gasped, clutching her chest as if I had physically struck her. The crowd buzzed with murmurs of shock and amusement, and I could feel Zoro’s gaze on me, his lips twitching as though he was fighting back a smirk.

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” Zoro muttered, his tone half-admiring, half-amused. “But maybe save some of that fire for the real fight?”

I huffed, crossing my arms. “She’s just standing there taking their insults. Someone’s got to say something.”

Luffy chuckled, his grin as wide as ever. “You always jump in like that, huh? That’s why you’re awesome, Y/N!”

His words eased some of my frustration, and I smiled faintly. “Thanks, Luffy. But this is getting out of hand.”

Just as I was about to say more, Okiku moved with lightning precision, her sword flashing in the sunlight as she sliced through Urashima’s topknot. The arrogant sumo wrestler faltered, his confidence crumbling along with his prized knot.

I let out a low whistle, thoroughly impressed. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

Luffy and I cheered loudly, our voices echoing through the stunned crowd. Urashima’s face contorted in shame and rage as he lashed out, trying to land a blow on Okiku. My hand instinctively went to my hilt. “Captain, we gotta—”

Before I could finish, Luffy was already on the sumo ring, his usual grin plastered across his face as he effortlessly blocked Urashima’s attack.

Zoro stepped up beside me, his arms folded casually. “My money’s on Luffy,” he said with a smirk.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Smart bet.”

The fight escalated quickly, with Luffy dodging and countering with ease. It wasn’t long before he landed a solid blow, sending Urashima flying out of the ring and crashing into a distant building.

“Hey!” Luffy yelled, his voice carrying over the murmuring crowd. “We want to fight the boss of this town!”

Zoro, Okiku, and I stepped up beside him, our hands resting on our swords, ready for anything. Luffy’s fiery determination was contagious as he continued. “Tell him we’re here to save Tama!”

The crowd began to stir uneasily, their attention shifting to Zoro. Whispers rippled through them, growing louder with each passing moment.

“It’s him…”

“The murderer!”

The murmurs turned to gasps, and soon the townspeople began to scatter in fear. A nearby samurai pointed his sword toward us, his voice trembling with anger. “How could you do that to our champion?!”

Luffy, unfazed, waved his arms dramatically. “It was a sumo fight, now it’s a sword fight!”

With that, he threw his scabbard—again.

Zoro and I exchanged an exasperated glance before speaking in unison. “And he threw the damn scabbard again.”

I turned to Zoro with a teasing smile. “Seems my husband enjoys saying the same things I do.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. “Don’t get used to it.”

I  chuckled softly, my grip tightening on my sword as the tension escalated.

Meanwhile, Luffy, in his usual chaotic fashion, picked up a sword from one of the downed samurai and began landing punch after punch on the remaining opponents, his voice echoing through the battlefield. “Tama!”

Zoro, ever the efficient swordsman, unsheathed his blades in a smooth motion, delivering two precise strikes that sent the others sprawling. He glanced back at me with a smirk. “Man, you could’ve saved some action for me.”

Nearby, Okiku gasped theatrically. “Whatever shall I do?”

I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “Okiku, we saw what you did to Urashima. You’re more than capable of fighting.”

Her cheeks reddened slightly, and she glanced down shyly. “You’re saying… I should cut them down?”

I smirked, the adrenaline pumping through me. “If you don’t, then I will.”

Without waiting for a response, I reached down to my thigh halter and grabbed my hidden blades. Twirling them in my hands, I felt the familiar hum of energy coursing through the weapons. With my left hand, I moved swiftly, striking each opponent with speed and precision.

Switching focus, I tightened my grip on the blade in my right hand, electricity crackling to life along its edge. The air around me buzzed with static as I raised my voice. “Now… shock.”

A bright surge of yellow energy erupted from the blade, coursing through the enemies I’d marked. They cried out in surprise and pain as the electricity overwhelmed them, leaving them crumpled on the ground.

I stood tall, the glow from the blades fading as I caught my breath. Zoro let out a low whistle, sheathing his swords once more. “You really know how to clear a room.”

“It’s a talent,” I replied with a smirk as we regrouped. Zoro, Luffy, Okiku, and I continued landing strike after strike, systematically taking down the remaining samurai. Their numbers dwindled until only a few were left standing.

Luffy grabbed one of the last conscious fighters by the collar and pulled him close. “What’s your boss’s name?”

The man’s head lolled back, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s… oldem...” He passed out before Luffy could say more.

Luffy clenched his fists, his determination blazing. “Boldema, huh? I’m coming for you! And you’d better not have touched Tama, or you’ll pay!”

Before we could move, someone yelled, “There’s a fire!”

I turned to Luffy, my heart pounding. “Captain, you think Tama might be over there?”

Luffy nodded without hesitation. “There’s only one way to find out!”

Sliding my blades back into my thigh halter, I followed as we made our way toward the commotion. Luffy’s shouts grew louder as we approached the scene.

“Boldema! Get out here!”

A deep, gruff voice answered from above. “I’m right here, so stop your damn yelling!”

We all froze, looking up to see the so-called boss standing on a rooftop. Holdem, a Headliner for the Beast Pirates, towered over us, his presence as imposing as his voice.

Luffy’s eyes narrowed. “So, you’re the boss, huh? Hand over Tama, Boldema!”

Holdem sneered, a condescending laugh escaping his lips. “The name’s Holdem, not Boldema, you idiot! Who the hell are you people?”

Our eyes shifted to Tama, dangling precariously in the jaws of a snarling lion that protruded grotesquely from Holdem’s stomach.

“Big bro! Big sis!” Tama cried, her voice trembling with fear.

“Tama!” Luffy and I shouted in unison.

“We’ll save you!” Okiku promised, her resolve unwavering.

Komachiyo and my horse charged onto the scene, their fierce presence adding to our group’s determination.

“Don’t move!” Holdem bellowed, his tone venomous. “One wrong move, and I’ll crush her bones in an instant!”

I cursed under my breath, my hands clenching into fists. “Damn it…”

Luffy’s expression hardened, his focus sharp. “No way… his stomach’s a lion?”

The absurdity of the sight was almost enough to pull us out of the tension, but Tama’s plight kept us anchored.

Third POV…

From a vantage point atop a roof in Bakura Town, Penguin, Shachi, Bepo, and Law observed the chaos below. The flickering flames cast long shadows across the town, and the air was thick with smoke and tension.

Shachi held a pair of binoculars, scanning the scene. "Captain, we’ve got company down there. Hawkins just joined the party, and there’s a massive fire in town. Wonder what set that off?"

Law, crouched beside Bepo, checked over the sulking mink. Bepo clutched his chest dramatically. “Captain, I’m not going to make it…”

“You’re fine, Bepo,” Law deadpanned, glancing up. His eyes narrowed. “It’s probably Strawhat causing the fire. Chaos follows him like a shadow.”

Shachi let out a low whistle, shifting the binoculars. “Well, you’re not wrong. He’s down there, alright—him and Roronoa. But there’s someone else with them…” He trailed off, his tone shifting with curiosity. “Penguin, take a look at this.”

Penguin grabbed the binoculars, peering through. His grin widened. “Oh, yeah, I see her. That’s definitely Y/N.”

Law snatched the binoculars out of Penguin’s hands, his voice clipped. “Let me see.” He adjusted the focus, scanning the group below. His brow furrowed. “I don’t see Y/N. There’s just someone with long hair and another with short hair. Where is she?”

Shachi laughed, nudging Penguin. “You don’t recognize her, Captain? Man, you’re hopeless.”

Law’s glare shifted to Shachi, irritation flashing in his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Penguin smirked, leaning against the roof edge. “You’ll find out soon enough, captain” 

Y/N POV… 

“You think I’m scared of you? You can’t even get my name right! It’s Holdem, by the way!” he yelled, clearly frustrated.

I rolled my eyes at his outburst. “Y/N, got any ideas?” Luffy asked without looking back, his gaze locked on Holdem.

I tightened my grip on my blades, my mind racing. “All reckless captain, give me a second. I’m trying to figure out a way to get that lion to spit out Tama—even for a split second—so we can do something.”

Tama’s cries echoed in the air, and my heart ached.

“Why do you want this brat so much, anyway? Maybe it’s because you want to use her Devil Fruit ability, just like me!” Holdem shouted, his voice carrying a malicious edge. He smirked, looking smug. “You’re all going to be my hostages soon! Just you wait!”

I couldn’t hold back a sharp retort. “Fat chance, you coward!”

Luffy tilted his head. “What are you talking about, man?”

Holdem launched into a tirade about the robbery of the farms and the supposed trouble we caused.

I scoffed, my voice cutting through his nonsense. “And whose fault is that?! You terrorize these people and then blame them for surviving? You’re pathetic!”

“Luffytaro, Oy/n, I think it’s wise not to anger him in this situation,” Okiku said, her tone cautious.

Luffy shrugged casually. “He’s pretty angry already, so who cares?”

I couldn’t help but smirk at that. “He’s got a point, Okiku.”

Okiku sighed and explained the situation further. “The one who truly strikes fear into this town isn’t Holdem—it’s the man above him, Jack.”

Luffy’s expression shifted to confusion. “Oh, that guy? He’s already dead! The elephant took care of him.”

Okiku shook her head gravely. “No. Jack was here just a few days ago. He’s very much alive.”

“Welp,” I muttered, annoyed at the revelation.

“No matter what, we can’t let him bring disaster to this town again,” Okiku added firmly.

I rolled my eyes. “Wow, holding a town hostage. Real big man, huh?”

Holdem sneered, clearly enjoying his power. His lion tightened its grip on Tama, causing her to scream in pain.

My frustration boiled over. “Damn it! We need to do something. I can’t just stand here and watch this!”

Luffy stepped forward, his voice filled with righteous anger. “Stop it! You leave her alone!”  But just as we thought we were about to make a move, the sound of a carriage pulling to a halt broke the tension.

“What’s the matter, Holdem? You need some help or what?” a woman’s voice rang out, and we turned to see a figure—half-woman, half-horse—step forward, throwing us a look that made my eyes widen. “I think... I’ve seen it all today,” I muttered.

Holdem grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos. The samurai, who had been hanging around, cheered. “The food treasure vault is rolling in, let’s grab our share, fellas!”

Luffy grinned. “I could go for a feast like that.” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

“We could steal it...” I suggested, feeling a hint of excitement rise within me.

“The food’s safe to eat; it’s from the Paradise Farm, even the water is good,” Okiku said, still unsure about the sudden shift in plans.

Luffy clenched his fists, a vein popping in his forehead. “Why is it only for them?!”

“Zoro, Y/N! Can you two handle that?” Luffy pointed at the food vault carriage.

“Yup!” Zoro and I both answered in unison, already on the move.

“I’ll save Tama,” Luffy declared.

Okiku, shocked, couldn’t hide her surprise. “What? You’re stealing the food now?”

Zoro flashed her a grin. “Sorry, short notice. But we’re stealing the food and running.”

Okiku stammered, still processing. “What? Just like that?”

“Yup,” I said, cracking a grin as I whistled for my noble steed. The horse galloped back toward me, and I mounted him with practiced ease. “Alright, boy, you ready for an adventure?”

Zoro chuckled. “He’s probably going to be pissed, but it beats smashing his face in.”

I nodded, a glint of mischief in my eyes. “I wish we could.”

Luffy and Zoro cracked their necks in unison, the tension building. I stretched my hands, cracking my knuckles, and circled my wrists, readying for action. “Alright, we’ve had a lot of chat. This next part’s going to be fun, for me at least,” Holdem sneered.

He raised his voice, commanding his men. “Capture one, but you can kill the rest! Make sure it’s bloody—show them no mercy!”

The samurai charged toward us, swords gleaming in the sunlight. Just as Okiku reached for her sword, Holdem’s voice rang out like a crack of thunder. “Don’t even think about it, or the brat gets hurt!”

Zoro acted immediately, slashing through the mob of samurai with ease, his blade cutting a clean opening in their ranks.

“Unbelievable,” Okiku gasped, eyes wide.

I couldn’t help but grin. “I know, isn’t he amazing?”

My horse neighed in agreement as if sharing my admiration.

At the same time, Luffy saw his chance. With lightning speed, he delivered a devastating punch to the lion’s face, sending it reeling and freeing Tama from its grasp. Luffy caught her mid-air, his face determined.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, relief flooding through me.

Zoro’s blade flashed again, creating another opening amidst the chaos. Taking the opportunity, I spurred my horse forward. “Let’s go, boy!” I shouted, speeding toward the food supplies. “Thanks for the opening, partner!” I called back to Zoro with a wink.

A voice shouted from the fray. “Keep them away! They’re after the food supply!” It was the horse woman, her tone frantic.

I smirked, ready to press forward, but then I caught sight of something that made my blood boil—a samurai holding Okiku at knife point, a gloating grin on his face.

“God damn it, not this again,” I muttered, pulling the reins to a halt.

Turning my horse sharply, I rode back toward the scene.

The samurai sneered. “Put those swords down, now, or the girl gets it!”

I spoke softly to my horse. “Boy, I’m going to need you to keep the pace steady for me, okay?”

Zoro’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his sharp gaze locked on the man. He began lowering his blade, but I wasn’t about to let this play out.

“Now, don’t move while I beat you to death!” the man barked, his knife edging closer to Okiku’s neck.

I clenched my fists, the fury in my chest burning like a wildfire. Letting go of the reins, I surged forward with the speed of a thunderbolt. My right fist connected squarely with the man’s face, the force of the punch sending him flying and crashing into the dirt.

He groaned, barely conscious. “I’m getting real tired of these stunts,” I muttered, shaking out my hand.

Okiku looked at me with wide eyes, nodding quickly as I urged her. “Okiku, get on the horse.”

She obeyed without question, and I turned to look at Zoro with a smirk. “I’ve missed this.”

Zoro widened his eyes, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He quickly looked away, but not before I caught it.

One of the samurai gaped in shock. “She just knocked him out with a punch…”

Another samurai chimed in, disbelief dripping from his tone. “She’s a woman! How can she?!”

Hearing that, I clenched my right hand, red electricity crackling around it like a storm. My lips curled into a dangerous grin. “I’m a woman, huh? Can’t knock out a man, huh?”

I began descending the steps, each footfall leaving behind an electrical bolt that sparked and fizzled ominously. “Want to test that theory with me?”

Before I could act further, Zoro stepped in. With one swift motion, his blade slashed the ground beneath the samurai, causing them to lose their footing and tumble to the ground in a heap.

I groaned dramatically, throwing my arms in the air. “Man! I was just getting to the good part!”

Zoro smirked smugly, sheathing his sword. “We’ve got bigger issues, princess. I suggest you let me handle things. Be a good girl for me.”

My jaw dropped, utterly stunned by his audacity. “Oh, you have got to be kid—”

Before I could finish, my horse neighed and nudged me onto its back with a swift motion, almost like it was telling me to save my breath.

Komachiyo came barreling toward us, ready for action. Zoro quickly jumped onto the giant food vault, motioning for Komachiyo to hurry. “Hey, dog! Get over here quick!”

Komachiyo responded, sprinting full speed toward us as Zoro called out again. “Take us straight out of town!”

Okiku hopped onto Komachiyo, taking hold of the reins and guiding both the dog and the food vault with determination. I slid off my horse, giving it a gentle pat on the neck.

“You were so good back there, boy,” I said softly, pulling an apple from the pile and handing it to him. The horse neighed appreciatively, crunching into the apple with gusto.

Zoro glanced back at me as we began our escape, a smirk tugging at his lips. Zoro glanced back at me, smirking slightly, then turned his attention to the growing commotion. “Tch, nice going, Luffy. They’re going to love that,” he said sarcastically.

“Well, too late now,” I said with a shrug. “At least Tama is safe.”

Luffy, riding atop the horse-lady, Horselina, was quickly catching up to us with Tama. I tilted my head as I watched them. “Well, that’s a first.”

“Hey! Zoro! Y/N!” Luffy yelled as they drew closer. “Now, jump, Horselina!”

Horselina obeyed, leaping to our position. Tama slid off her back and immediately ran to hug me.

“Big sis!” she exclaimed, wrapping her small arms around me.

I knelt to meet her, holding her close. “Tama, thank goodness you’re okay.” My relief turned to anger as I noticed a small bruise on her cheek. “Bastards,” I muttered under my breath, my fists clenching.

Luffy grabbed a giant piece of meat from the stash, but of course, began choking on it moments later.

“See? This is what happens when you take bites that big!” I scolded, shaking my head.

As if ignoring me completely, Luffy suddenly jumped up. “We’re missing something important!” he yelled before bolting off in the other direction.

I placed Tama back on the ground, watching as she walked over to Horselina and handed her a carrot. The horse neighed appreciatively, munching away.

“If you don’t want to get hit, then get out of the way!” Zoro yelled at some bystanders who were blocking the path.

I sighed, leaning on the edge of the food stash. “Welp… that’s one way of saying it.”

Tama giggled at Zoro’s bluntness, but before I could respond, a familiar voice rang out from the chaos.

“What the hell just happened?!”

Turning toward the sound, I saw none other than Law making his way toward Zoro. I held back a grin, deciding to let the scene play out.

“Well, if it isn’t old Traffy!” Zoro teased, grinning as Law stormed up to him.

Without hesitation, Law grabbed the front of Zoro’s kimono, pulling him close.

“He’s annoyed,” I whispered to Tama.

She stifled a giggle, whispering back, “He sounds mad, big sis.”

“Don’t worry,” I replied with a wink. “In a few minutes, you’ll witness a special technique in becoming a bewitching ninja.”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as Law continued his tirade.

“Damn it, Zoro!” he snapped. “Not only are you the most wanted person in the country, but Jack’s on to you too! What the hell happened to the promise you made about keeping a low profile?!”

Zoro shrugged nonchalantly. “Sorry about that.”

Law was fuming. “And another thing—what happened to being a ronin in the Flower Capital? You were supposed to blend in!”

Zoro smirked, almost smug. “It’s not like I had much of a choice. I ran into Y/N and Luffy, so…”

“Causing trouble already? They just got here!” Law hissed, rubbing his temples in frustration. He turned his attention elsewhere, his gaze landing on the Headliner and Tama.

“Why is there a Headliner on board?!” Law demanded.

“Luffy showed up with her and the kid,” Zoro replied casually.

Law narrowed his eyes at me, clearly not recognizing me in this setting. “And who is this person next to the girl? Straw Hats are always causing trouble.”

I smirked to myself. “Yup, he doesn’t recognize me either,” I thought.

Zoro leaned back, his grin widening. “You mean you don’t know who she is?”

Taking my cue, I stood up straight and turned to face them both.

“You know, for someone who’s dubbed the Surgeon of Death and supposedly the brains behind everything, I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me.”

Law’s eyes widened as realization struck. His expression was priceless.

“I mean, granted, it has been a while since you saw me, but surely you haven’t forgotten me, have you?” I said, smirking as I stepped forward.

Law, stunned, dropped his blade. Without hesitation, he activated his Room technique, shambled Zoro next to Tama, and me directly in front of him.

“What the—?” Zoro muttered, looking around in confusion.

Law’s sharp gaze locked onto me, but it drifted down to my neck. “Where’s the half necklace I gave you?” he asked, his voice quieter now, tinged with hurt.

I froze, swallowing the lump in my throat. His half of the necklace was still visible on his neck, glinting in the light.

“I... I... I’m sorry,” I stammered, the guilt eating away at me. “I was drugged when I was dealing with my arranged marriage, and it was taken from me. By the time I woke up, I was lying in bed, my clothes had been changed, and the necklace was gone.”

Law’s brows furrowed, and I pressed on, my voice faltering.

“I’m sorry, Law. I know how much it meant to you... especially after you rescued it back in Dressrosa. I just...” My voice trailed off as the words failed me.

Without a word, Law stepped closer and pulled me into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of my neck.

“You think I give a crap about material things?” he murmured against my skin. His voice was low, rough with emotion. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to come back... for you to be back with me again.”

I blinked, stunned, as his hands gripped me tightly, almost as if he feared I might vanish. His lips brushed my neck softly, and he kissed the skin over and over, each one making my heart race.

“What happened to your hair?” he asked suddenly, his voice gentler now. His fingers brushed a strand of my transformed hair. “The color... the cut... it’s different. Why?”

I hesitated, about to answer, when Zoro’s voice broke through the moment.

“Easy, Traffy! She’s injured!” Zoro barked, a hint of jealousy lacing his tone.

I turned my head toward Zoro, raising an eyebrow. “Who told you I was injured, Zo?” I teased lightly.

Zoro froze, his face stiffening. “You were injured?! Where?” Law’s voice cut in, his concern immediate.

I sighed, knowing there was no avoiding it now. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually... when we have a moment.”

Law’s hands gripped my shoulders, his intense gaze searching my face. “What happened?”

“To tell you the truth, I haven’t been feeling great,” I admitted, looking up at him. “My head’s been pounding a lot. I asked Chopper, and he thinks it might just be bruising from a fight. But... I wanted a second opinion. From you.”

Law’s eyes darkened with worry, his grip tightening slightly. Before he could say anything else, I placed my hands over his and offered a small smile.

“But we can talk about that later,” I said gently, pulling him into a hug. His body stiffened for a moment before relaxing against me, his arms wrapping securely around my waist.

“I’m just really glad to see you again.”

His grip tightened as though he feared I’d disappear. I leaned closer, resting my head on his shoulder before whispering into his ear, my lips brushing against the shell.

“Besides,” I teased softly, my voice barely audible to anyone but him, “this might give us some alone time... who knows? I may have forgotten a few things you did back in Dressrosa.”

His breath hitched, and I smirked, sliding my fingers to the back of his neck. I lightly scratched the sensitive skin there, drawing a low groan from his lips.

“Y/N...” he murmured, his tone a mix of warning and something else entirely, his grip on my waist firming. 

Law exhaled sharply, brushing his hand through his hair as he composed himself. His expression turned serious as his gaze shifted to Tama. “Where’s Strawhat?” he asked, his tone a little sharper than necessary.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms in mock annoyance. “Hey, Law. You’d better watch that tone, or I won’t let you anywhere near me.” I pointed toward Tama protectively. “And for the record, anyone who’s mean to Tama has to go through me first.”

Tama giggled behind me, clearly amused by the exchange.

Law sighed, rubbing his temples. “Fine, fine. I just want answers.”

Tama peeked out from behind me. “Big Brother Luffy left, but he said he’d be right back! I think he forgot something!”

Law muttered something unintelligible under his breath before focusing his attention back on me.

I turned to Tama with a warm smile. “Hey, Tama, let’s feed Horsalina and my horse while we wait. How’s that sound?”

Tama’s face lit up. “Yes, Big Sis!”

I looked over at Zoro, who was leaning lazily against a post, his arms crossed. “Wanna come with us, Zo? You could use some bonding time with the horses.”

Zoro opened his mouth to retort, but my horse snorted loudly, glaring at him with what I could only describe as deliberate sass. Zoro froze for a moment, blinking in confusion, before narrowing his eyes.

“What’s with that horse?” he grumbled. I laughed. “Oh, come on, Zo. The horse is harmless. Look at him!”

As if to prove my point, the horse neighed enthusiastically and licked my face, leaving me with a slobbery mess.

Zoro scoffed. “Harmless, huh? That thing’s plotting something, I swear.”

“Yeah, plotting to lick you next!” I teased, wiping my face with my sleeve.

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Soon enough, we reached Okobore Town. As we stepped off the ship barrage, the townspeople erupted into cheers and joyful cries, overwhelmed with gratitude for the fresh food and fruit.

“Oh wow! Everyone is so happy!” Tama said, her face lighting up at the sight.

But the moment of peace was short-lived.

“Hold up! Hey, you! Get your filthy hands off our food, you bunch of riffraff!” barked one of Kaido’s subordinates, glaring at the villagers.

I sighed, crossing my arms. “They just don’t learn, do they?”

Another subordinate, a man with bat-like features, stepped forward with a sneer. “You think just because some—”

Before he could finish, I kissed my right pointer and middle fingers, conjuring a crackling electric arrow. With a swift motion, I pulled it back and fired, striking him square in the chest. The electricity sent him collapsing to the ground in shock.

“That’s for aiming an arrow at me earlier,” I said coolly, lowering my hand.

Two more men stepped forward—one with floppy bunny ears and the other sporting a snake coiled around his torso.

“And who the hell are you two supposed to be?” I asked, raising an unimpressed brow.

The snake man hissed angrily. “You fool! There’ll be consequences for this!”

I smirked, unfazed, just as a loud thud sounded behind me. Turning, I saw Luffy landing with a massive tub of water, crushing all three of the subordinates beneath its weight.

“Nice one, Captain!” I called out with a laugh.

Luffy grinned and puffed out his chest. “The water’s clean too!” he declared, earning cheers from the townspeople.

“The name’s Luffytaro!” he shouted, pointing at me. “And that there is Oy/n! If anyone asks, tell them we helped ya!”

I scratched the back of my head, chuckling at his enthusiasm, as the townspeople shouted their thanks. Tama ran off to grab some food while Law stepped closer, his expression a mix of exasperation and irritation.

“Traffy! It’s been a while!” Luffy greeted him with his usual energy.

Law frowned. “What you just did is considered rebellion against Wano.”

His sharp gaze shifted to me. “And you, Princess, always doing something reckless.”

I shrugged, taking a bite of the apple Tama handed me. “He had it coming for shooting an arrow at me.”

Luffy knelt beside Tama. “This is payback for the rice bowl you made us. Don’t worry, there’ll be more.”

He stood and bounded toward the ship barrage, his eyes gleaming. “MEAT!”

I laughed, watching him go. “Well, no one can stand in his way when it comes to meat.”

As the villagers continued gathering food and bringing it to their homes, I sighed contentedly, resting a hand on my horse’s neck. “Now that’s more like it.”

The horse began to whine, clearly unhappy about my leaving.

“My, I’ve never seen him so needy,” Otsuru said with a soft chuckle.

I leaned closer to the horse, stroking its mane gently. “Don’t worry, boy. I want you to stay safe, okay? I promise I’ll be back.”

An idea popped into my head, and I turned to Luffy with a grin. “Captain! Can I get a horse for the ship?”

Luffy grinned back. “A HORSE? On the Sunny?! That sounds awesome! Do it, y/n!” 

I let out a cheer. “Yay!” Turning to Otsuru, I gestured to the horse, who nuzzled me affectionately. “Otsuru, is it alright with you if your horse comes with me? You know, after I settle a few things.”

Otsuru chuckled warmly, her kind eyes twinkling. “That horse has taken quite the liking to you. I think he’s made up his mind already. Take good care of him.”

I smiled, giving the horse a scratch behind the ears. “Hear that, boy? Looks like we’re crewmates now!”

The horse neighed in what I could only assume was approval, stamping his hoof as if to seal the deal. Luffy clapped his hands together.

“We’re gonna have the coolest ship ever! A HORSE on the Sunny!”

“Don’t let Franky hear you say that. He’ll start designing a horse cannon or something,” I teased, making both of us laugh. Turning back to the horse, I stroked his mane gently. “I’ll come back for you, boy, I promise. But until then, please stay safe and protect Otsuru. And Otsuru, if I forget, remind me, okay?” I said with a warm smile.

Otsuru chuckled softly. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

“Never knew you liked horses,” Zoro commented, his tone casual.

I turned to him, my smile fading slightly. “It… reminds me of him…” I didn’t need to say more, and Zoro nodded in understanding, his expression softening.

Luffy, meanwhile, turned to Tama, his eyes burning with determination. “I swear, by the time we leave Wano, it’ll be a place where you can eat anything you want.”

Zoro crossed his arms, shooting a glance at both Luffy and me. “What a pain. You two really screwed up. Those guys are gonna be up our asses, so be ready.”

“Yeah, let’s try to stay out of trouble, you guys. Good point, agreed, right Y/N?” Luffy said, acting as if I’d done the most damage.

“He’s talking to you!” Law cut in sharply, his voice filled with exasperation. “The point still stands, though. Follow me. We’ll head to the ruins on top of Oden’s castle—it’s on those mountains.” He pointed ahead.

A few minutes passed, and Tama was perched atop Horsalina, holding an apple. “I think I’m ready to go now,” she said. “Thanks again!”

“Good. Now protect her, Horsalina,” Luffy instructed.

“That’s still not my name!” Speed retorted with an annoyed huff. “My name is Speed, and I am a proud Headliner of the Beast Pirates.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” I said with a shrug.

Tama beamed. “You guys are the best! I’ve never had such good food in my life!”

Her words made my eyes water. “I’m so emotional,” I sniffled, trying to hold back tears.

Just then, Tama and Speed left, and Zoro yelled out, “Let’s pack it up. Come on, Luffy!”

The townspeople waved us off. “Luffytaro and Oy/n, thank you so much!”

I wiped at my eyes, my emotions getting the better of me again. “I need a moment. Gosh, I’m so soft,” I muttered, sniffling as I waved goodbye.

As we climbed onto Komachiyo, I called out, “Bye, guys! Take care of each other!”

“We did good work today,” Luffy said, laughing.

“It was still robbery, though,” Okiku chimed in.

“We still did a good thing,” I replied, nodding in agreement.

Law’s voice broke through the moment. “Well, do you want to explain why you’re tagging along, too?” His tone was firm as he glanced at Okiku. “Do you trust her?” he asked Luffy.

“Of course!” Luffy answered confidently.

“Nah, I think she’s hiding something,” Zoro interjected, his tone sharp.

“Would you quit that? No need to plant seeds of doubt,” I scolded, shooting him a glare.

“Yeah, yeah, Princess,” Zoro muttered with a smirk.

A yawn escaped me as exhaustion crept in. Zoro noticed, his expression softening slightly. “Want me to hold you?” he offered casually.

I nodded, leaning toward him, but just as he was about to wrap his arms around me, Law moved swiftly, switching positions with Zoro. Before I knew it, I was lying against Law’s chest instead, his arms securely holding me.

Zoro blinked in surprise before scoffing, muttering under his breath. “Seriously, this guy...”

Law glanced down at me, his lips quirking into the faintest smirk. “You looked more comfortable here anyway,” he said, his voice low and teasing. 

I groaned lightly, too tired to protest, and closed my eyes for a moment, letting the steady rhythm of Komachiyo's steps lull me into relaxation.

“Once we get to Wano, we’ll meet some allies and set a few things in motion. You’re going to meet the ghosts of Wano,” Law said, his tone calm but tinged with something serious.

I stirred slightly, about to lift my head, but Law’s hand gently pressed it back down. “Take a rest, princess. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

His voice was soothing, and I found myself nodding drowsily, the weight of the day finally pulling me under. 

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.Minutes passed, and I felt a light shake.

“Princess... wake up... we’re here,” a familiar voice said softly.

“Five more minutes, please,” I mumbled, instinctively pulling the person closer.

“I got this,” another familiar voice chimed in.

Before I could process what was happening, I felt something wrap around me and pull me into the air with startling speed.

“What the—?” I yelped as I realized it was Luffy’s arms.

“Luffy!” I yelled, glaring at him.

“Good morning!” he laughed, spinning me down quickly and setting me on the ground with a grin.

“Damn it,” I muttered, adjusting my headband and placing it back securely in the middle.

Looking around, I frowned as the landscape before us came into view. The supposed "castle" looked far from regal.

“You said it was a castle!” Luffy complained.

“I said ruins,” Law corrected dryly.

Scanning the group, I noticed someone was missing. “Hey, where’s Zoro?”

“He went to take care of something,” Luffy answered nonchalantly.

I crossed my arms, pouting. “Man, and he didn’t wake me up?! He better not be fighting without us.”

“It’s this way. Follow me,” Law instructed, leading the group toward the ruins.

As we walked, Okiku suddenly stopped, her eyes filling with tears.

“Kiku, what’s wrong?” I asked, concern lacing my voice.

Luffy chimed in, shrugging. “Maybe she went to check up on Zoro.”

“You’re right. Maybe,” I agreed, though her sudden departure still left a gnawing feeling in my chest.

We continued up the path to the ruins, the eerie silence making the whole area feel unsettling.

“This whole place is kind of creepy,” Luffy commented, looking around with wide eyes.

Something caught my attention. “What are those?” I pointed at a series of stones ahead.

“Kozuki Oden?” Luffy read aloud, squinting at the engravings.

“You should take a look at the other tombstones,” Law said, his voice heavy with meaning.

Luffy and I exchanged glances before stepping closer to inspect the others.

“Momonosuke?” I whispered, the name hitting me like a punch to the chest.

Law nodded grimly. “Belongs to that brat. Hard to believe, huh?”

Luffy frowned. “Huh? Are you joking, Traffy?”

But the look on Law’s face left no room for humor.

“He’s not the only one, you know,” Law continued, gesturing toward the other stones.

“Raizo, Kanjuro, Kin’emon,” Luffy murmured, reading the names.

A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. “Luffy...”

Luffy scratched his head. “Oh yeah, that just reminded me. We haven’t been able to get in touch with them, huh?”

“Don’t tell me...” Luffy’s voice wavered slightly as realization dawned on him.

My chest tightened as I struggled to steady my breathing. “Captain... I think I’m going into a panic attack...” I stammered, clutching my chest. “This really isn’t helping my fragile state right now.”

“Are they dead?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the words thick with fear.

Law’s expression remained serious. “He’s been gone for a while. Maybe he’ll appear in the dead of night,” he said cryptically.

My knees felt weak, and I grasped for something solid to hold on to. “Oh god...” I whispered, closing my eyes and trying to calm my rapid breathing.

“Spit it out, Traffy! Or is there something you’re hiding!” Luffy’s voice was insistent, almost angry, but laced with worry. My breathing was sporadic.

“Y/N!” Luffy yelled, his tone more urgent now. “Hang in there, breathe with me, okay? In, out, in, out!”

“Damn, Zoro left at a bad time,” Luffy continued, his gaze scanning the surroundings anxiously. Just then, we turned to hear someone groaning from inside the ruins.

“Ah!” Both Luffy and I screamed.

A weak voice came from the shadows. “Salutations,” it croaked. “I’ve had a violent case of the runts. Although, I am still alive, Sir Luffy.”

“Lady Y/N!” Kinemon’s voice was weak but relieved as he saw me, tears of exhaustion in his eyes. “You changed your look, and WHAT IS THIS ATTIRE?!” he exclaimed, glancing at my outfit.

“Well, it’s a long story with the hair style and hair color, but the attire was picked out by me, back in my closet, on the ship,” I explained, laughing despite my nervousness. “This isn’t Wano attire, princess!” Kinemon’s tone was stern.

“Can we do without the titles?” I said, smiling. “Hey, it’s good to see you, Kinemon.”

“You ass! Why didn’t you tell us Kinemon was okay?!” I yelled at Law. “Yeah, you made it sound like he died?!” Luffy added, frustration evident in his voice.

“Where’d you get that impression?” Law replied, slightly defensive. “I swear to god!” I groaned out in frustration.

“Master Kin!” Okiku rushed to Kinemon, her eyes red with worry. They began to talk about Momo and why Kinemon hadn’t informed her about him being here.

“So, Momo is alive too!” Luffy exclaimed, surprise in his voice. “Wait, those two know each other?”

“I’m afraid so,” I said, tilting my head thoughtfully.

Just then, I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’m sorry, I made you get scared,” Law whispered, his voice low and apologetic.

“Let go, Traffy,” I said, my tone firm. But he didn’t release me.

“Come on, princess,” Law insisted, his voice gentle.

“I said let go,” I repeated, my tone a bit sharper this time, but he didn’t back off.

“Kiku, how did you become acquainted with Sir Luffy and his companions?” said Kinemon as Okiku was curious as she looked at us.

“Oh, where do I begin!” Kinemon chuckled, scratching his head. “They are allies. I’ve recruited them for battle, Sir Luffy, Lady Y/N, and Sir Law.”

“Hey Luffy!” Momo’s voice cracked with excitement as he spotted us. “Is it really you?!” he yelled, running toward us with a wide grin.

“Y/N!” Momo’s expression softened into a gentle, relieved smile as he reached me. “Momo!” I responded, tears stinging my eyes as he nuzzled into my chest.

Law gave Momo a warning look, his brows furrowing. “Knock it off!” he said, but Momo didn’t seem to heed the warning.

“Mind your manners,” Momo retorted playfully, not backing down.

“Luffy, I have you know I was practicing techniques with my sword!” Momo puffed up proudly, brandishing a wooden sword and showing off a series of moves he had been perfecting.

“Wow, look at you!” I said, smiling at Momo’s enthusiasm. “We’re just waiting on my crew,” Luffy replied.

“For real!” I exclaimed, excitement bubbling up inside me. “Hey!” A familiar voice called out to Luffy, drawing our attention.

Soon, Chopper and Carrot ran toward me, their faces a mix of relief and joy.

“Y/N!” Chopper cried, launching himself at me and tackling me to the ground.

“Owww, you guys, watch the head,” I winced as Carrot’s exuberant hug nearly knocked the breath out of me. “I missed you!” Chopper’s voice cracked with emotion.

“Aww, I missed you too!” I laughed, hugging him back.

“What a sight to see!” Brook waved as he approached. “Y/N! You’re not dead!” he called out, his voice laced with relief.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Nope, I’m very much alive!”

“Hey guys!” Nami’s voice cut through the chatter as she stepped forward, waving excitedly.

Just then, I felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around me from behind. “Sanji! Ohh, how are you?!” I said, my voice cracking slightly with emotion as I wrapped my arms around him. Sanji’s grip tightened around me, his relief palpable. “Ohh dear ocean, thank you for bringing back my princess, alive and well!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion.

He stepped back slightly, his eyes roving over my new outfit with a mix of surprise and admiration. A wide smile spread across his face as he took in the details. “Oh, dear, you’ve changed again,” he murmured, his voice a soft, almost breathless whisper. 

I nodded and smiled. “Yeah, since I dove into the bottom of the sea to get back Luffy, I didn’t want to go into Wano with an outfit that revealed way too much.” I teased, earning a playful grin from Luffy.

“What took you so long?” Luffy grinned. “Because we were busy looking at your body at the bottom of the sea!” Sanji yelled, causing me to blush.

“Not only that! I wanted to make sure Y/N was alive and well!” he continued, his voice firm as he looked me over.

As I turned to see Sanji holding his dress shirt, shirtless and just in his trousers, I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger. “Sanji, gotta say, you shirtless, it’s a sight to see indeed. I’ve never seen it like this, and those muscles...” I trailed off, entranced by the sight. “What are you talking about princess, of course you’ve…” said Sanji, but stopped himself. “No, I haven’t, Sanji. Maybe you’re confusing me with someone else,” I teased. Sanji however had a look on his face that said he wanted to say more but held back. 

Sanji’s gaze then softened as he sniffed the air around me, his face tightening in concern. “Hey! What’s the…” I began, “Why the hell do you smell like mosshead and Law!” Sanji pointed accusingly. “Where’s Mosshead! Don’t think I forgot he’s getting an ass-kicking for what he’s done!”

“And you!” he pointed at Law. “Why the hell does she smell like you?”

Law’s smirk widened. “Relax, cook. Not like I minded sharing a little warmth with Y/N,” he said, his voice playful and challenging.

“Yohoho! Well, Y/N, it looks like you’ve been a busy woman,” Brook chuckled, his tone teasing.

My eyes widened at the double meaning, and I shot a warning look at Brook. “Now, Brook,” I said, a hint of amusement in my voice.

“You’ve rejoined your crew, Sir Sanji. Welcome back,” Kinemon said warmly. “Yeah! Sorry to make you worry,” Sanji replied sheepishly.

“Master Kin!” Kiku exclaimed, clearly relieved to see him.

Sanji’s eyes softened as he looked at Kiku, his affection clear. “Oh my goodness! What do we have here? Tell me about yourself!” he said, his voice full of heart eyes as he buttoned up his shirt once more.

I shook my head with a soft chuckle. “Typical.”

Just then, Law appeared next to me, holding out a small white box. “I have something I want to give you, actually,” he said, his voice soft.

I took the box, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement. As I opened it, I gasped. “Oh my gosh,” I said, pulling out a heart-shaped necklace, one large heart and a smaller gold heart beside it.

“And I also got you a pair of earrings,” Law added, his tone almost hesitant.

“Bepo helped with picking the earrings,” he continued with a small smile.

I clasped the earrings in place, feeling the delicate weight of them. “It’s beautiful,” I said, looking up at Law with genuine gratitude.

“And there’s a small note inside also…” Law said, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. 

I could see the nervousness in his eyes, and it made my heart ache a little. I carefully opened the tiny note, unfolding it with trembling fingers. The paper was simple but held so much meaning. Inside was a delicate, handwritten note that read:

“To the one who brings light to my world. No matter the darkness, you’re always there for me. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. You are my safe harbor. With you, every storm feels like a calm sea. Love, Law.” 

My eyes welled up with tears, and I looked at him, pouting. “This is so sweet,” I said, my voice choked with emotion as I hugged Law. He hugged back, smirking slightly at my reaction.

Just then, Sanji appeared in a jealous rage. “Law! Hands off Y/N!” he shouted. “I know what you’re trying to do! You’re trying to steal my princess from me! I’m not giving up on her!” Sanji’s voice was full of defiance as he glared at Law.

I sighed, feeling caught between the two of them as they continued to bicker. Brook appeared with a glass of tea, his bony fingers gripping the rim. “Your highness,” he said, offering me a small smirk as I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Those two really don’t know when to let go, huh?” I said, sipping my tea. “Yohohoho! When it comes to you, my dear, your suitors are fighting for your attention. You’re dubbed the most desirable woman in the New World, or have you forgotten?” Brook’s voice was teasing, but there was a glimmer of seriousness in his tone.

“I know, the paper said it,” I replied, smiling and sipping my tea.

“I see Law gifted you a necklace,” Brook observed, his fingers wrapping around the glass. “That man really does have a soft spot for you. Zoro, when he hears this, is going to be in a rage.” Brook’s voice trailed off as he glanced down into his tea.

“Like Nami said, I’m a free woman, and I’ll do as I please,” I said with a smirk, raising my glass. Brook chuckled softly, taking a sip of his tea. “Oh, Nami’s right about that,” he agreed with a knowing nod. “But you’re something special, Y/N. And it seems like every time they see you, they can’t help but get all protective.” His voice held a hint of amusement and admiration. 

I chuckled as I said, “What can I say, all’s fair in love and war,” laughing along with Luffy who joined in the mirth around us. Just then, a pair of familiar voices could be heard approaching.

“Captain!” yelled Penguin and Shachi as they ran towards Law. Law greeted them with a casual “Oh, it’s you two.”

“Penguin, Shachi!” I called out, handing Brook the cup for a moment. “How are you guys?” I asked as I ran into them and hugged them.

“Captain, we aren’t doing anything, hands are not on her,” they both said, looking at me with slightly flushed faces.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Well, Captain, Law can be a bit territorial when it comes to you, princess,” Penguin admitted, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. “And when you were away dealing with that whole arranged marriage crap, he wasn’t himself…” Shachi trailed off.

“Yeah, he was more moody,” Penguin added.

“Hey! Where’s Bepo?” I asked, concerned.

“Bepo’s in the forest,” Shachi replied, “He got the runs.”

“Aww, poor guy,” I said sympathetically as Brook called my name to come back. “I’ll see you guys around,” I said as I made my way back to Brook.

As we entered the castle ruins, Law held up an apple. “Strawhat, let’s head inside and talk. We’ve been stealing from the farms; there’s fresh food to eat.”

“You’re the ones who did that!” Luffy and I exclaimed together.

Kinemon nodded, pointing out the broken wood and fallen debris. “The castle ruins shall be repurposed as our headquarters,” he said. “Just be careful where you step.”

Luffy chuckled as he looked around. “Man, this place is junky…”

As I was about to sit down on the broken floor, Sanji immediately scooped me up and settled me on his lap. “Nope, you’re staying right here,” he said, his voice firm.

“But I can sit on the floor…”

“And risk you injuring your head more? Nope,” Sanji replied, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

I nodded thoughtfully. “Hmmm, you’re maybe right.”

Law’s glare towards Sanji didn’t go unnoticed, but Sanji just stuck his tongue out at him playfully.

Kinemon apologized for the condition of the place. “My apologies, everyone,” he said, surveying the damage.

As I reached for an apple, Sanji snatched it up first and handed it to me. “Thank you, Sanji,” I said with a smile.

Sanji’s eyes softened, a dreamy look settling in them as he gazed at me. “Anything for you, princess,” he replied, his voice a little breathless.

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[thehypnone]

Yo hyp!

Did you notice anything new or interesting/different about Mountain's new set-up?

I noticed Ryan has taken some good shots from up there already!

🫶🫶🫶

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! <333

okay so the whole kit is entirely new, but there's not much difference set-up wise:

the cymbals are meinls now, instead of zildijans

all the smaller drums are still remos

the bass drums are still tamas

the sample pad is still a roland SPD-SX

so yeah, the set-up itself is mostly the same, he only switched the cymbals and ditched one of them and one tom, so now the whole kit is:

a sample pad

two bass drums

four toms in different sizes

three floor toms

a snare drum

hi-hats

and other cymbals (7 of them; crashes, rides, a china, and a splash)

I talked about the his past sets a while ago here and below are the pics I used to analyze this :3

[janecea8]

step 3 mc not taking care of themself, what do qiu and tama do?

Tamarack & Qiu x gn!MC not taking care of themself headcanons.

step 3.

Qiu Lin.

— It’s immediately clear that Qiu will be so worried. So worried about you that every day they will ask how you are doing and just smile sadly, looking at all the mess on your head.

— They are unlikely to try to know why are you so uncaring about yourself because they don’t want to violate your personal boundaries.

— But, nevertheless, Qiu came to the conclusion that then they will take care of you as best they can, if you can't do it yourself.

— Depending on why you don't take care of yourself, they may compliment you frequently, support you, or do some things instead of you. Or maybe even all together. They just want you to feel better about it.

— They will carry snacks in their pockets that you might like, just in case you are hungry and offering them when there is a sign that you want to eat. If you refuse a snack then it's alright, but they'll still carry it with them.

— If they ever come over to your place for a sleepover several times, these nights Autumn will try to do something with your hair if you let them. They will comb it carefully, distracting you with conversations.

— They will also make sure you ate well and that you were hydrated, but they do not force you in any way. And despite all the fun you had there, Qiu will also make sure you go sleep first before falling asleep too.

— They'll make extra sure that if anything happens, you know that at any moment you can come to them and ask for help or support. Qiu will always be here, looking out for you.

— In general, they will do everything they can while trying not to cross your comfort in hope that your inattention to yourself will soon end. And not because they will get tired of caring, but because the best care is caring for yourself...

— ...and their dear neighbor deserves only the best.

Tamarack Baumann.

— From my impressions, she won’t be as sad about it as Qiu does, it's just that still you and your trait. But she will be worried too about your attitude towards yourself.

— Tama won't think for long, she will immediately move on to small, but caring actions.

— Tamarack will gently dust your clothes with her hand if you have any, while you are not looking, will also treat you to food, and probably not only snacks (I think she will be an excellent cook, I don't know why).

— And Tammy will simply be a shoulder on which you can fall asleep or which you can confide in.

— If you ever go with her to the forest and maybe even have a picnic there, Tama will definitely take everything that might be useful - more food, drinks, the softest and warmest blanket she has and even possibly small pillows, if any of you want to lie down comfortably. Because... Why not? But be prepared to walk with her a lot at first!

— After such a day with Tamarack you probably will be the most rested from all the hustle and bustle, or at least she will try to make it so! These walks will also repeat often, as she invites you anytime she can.

— Also based on my headcanon that Tamarack cooks greatly, I think that she will often pass ready-made meals to you, and not necessarily when you are at home. She will definitely try to make this food your favourite! So yeah, you'll be the most well-fed person thanks to the chef Tama.

— I can say that she will be so caring as the one who truly accepts you. She won't try to change you, because she believes that everything will come in its own time. As well as self-love and care for yourself.

— Tama will live through this with you. You are her favourite neighbor after all, so it's not difficult for her at all.

a/n: as someone who faces kinda the same problem thank u for a request! it was comforting to write.

also I'm sorry that it took such a time :(

[trippinsorrows]

Tama being annoyed (and using the infamous scowl) because the girls didn't wake him up to FaceTime Roman 😭 and ofc he's letting daddy know the second he gets home 😂

omg yessss. the minute roman comes home and sees his other lil twin scowling, he knows he's fucked up. 😂😂😂

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roman places the girls down and walks over to his son who sits on the bottom step, arms crossed, scowling.

"what's wrong, buddy?" roman asks, crouching down in front of him.

tama wastes no time in laying out his grievances. "lina and leya didn't wake me up for the facetime."

roman makes a face, feigning a bit of shock. "what?"

"you were sleeping!" lina shouts, defensively, from behind roman.

"so!" tama shouts back, scowl deepening. "i don't care!"

"hey, hey, hey," roman cuts in, focused more on his son as solana reminds the girls that technically they were sleeping, too. they were supposed to be, at least. "i'm sorry, man."

tama's scowl drops only to e replaced a small frown, his voice dipping, gaze lowering to his sneakers. "i missed you...."

naturally, tama's saddened disposition brings a frown upon roman's face. he hates how much his kids miss him when he's away on business. he knows it's natural, but it still fucking bothers him to see them upset.

especially sad.

"i missed you too, tamasa." roman moves to sit on the steps next to his son, carefully sliding him over to make room for both of them. "hey....how about you and i spend the day together? just the two of us." at that, tama looks up with all the shock. it takes a second for roman to refocus himself. it's sometimes startling to him just how much tama looks like him when he was little. just like him.

"really?"

roman cracks a small smile, nodding and confirming. "yeah." tama's eyes dance with all the excitement. "we can play some ball, maybe go get some pizza--"

at that, his food loving son jumps up from the steps. "can we go now?!"

roman chuckles. "if you start getting ready--" words he can't even finish because his speeding bullet of a kid is already halfway up the stairs.

looking back over at lina, leya, and aria who've quietly watched the whole exchange while holding onto solana's dress, roman isn't really surprised to see them a bit upset now, too.

"i'll do something with you guys tomorrow," he shares. right away, scowls are replaced with smiles as aria starts tugging on solana, lifting her arms. solana obliges, picking up their youngest, kissing her cheek.

roman jumps a bit when his son catches him off guard, but the startled reaction slips into something else when tama hugs him from the side.

"thanks, daddy..."

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 14: Ride by Somo..

Rhea stormed back to Roman’s tour bus, her boots thudding heavily against the concrete. The adrenaline from her backstage outburst hadn’t worn off, and her mood was still smoldering. She swung open the door to the tour bus and found Jimmy and Roman sitting inside, both leaning back as if they’d been waiting for her.

Jimmy leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “So? What’d they say?”

Rhea dropped into one of the seats, letting out a frustrated sigh. “They told me to cool it with the vulgar language.” She ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “Like that’s the problem.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Well, it kinda is. You can’t just go around threatening half the roster and cussing on live TV.”

Rhea shot him a glare. “Don’t start, Joe. Tiffany’s the one who took it too far. Did you hear what she said to me? That’s not scripted heat—that’s personal.”

Jimmy crossed his arms. “Yeah, we heard. The crowd was eating it up, though. It’s messy as hell, but it’s working.”

“That’s not the point!” Rhea snapped, sitting up straighter. “I’m not just some pawn they can use to air out my personal life for ratings. They’ve already turned my life into a soap opera, and now I’ve got to work with her.”

Roman’s expression softened slightly. “I get it. But this is the business, Rhea. You know that better than anyone. Sometimes you’ve got to take the punches and roll with it.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, easy for you to say. No one’s dragging your name through the mud or making a joke out of your relationships.”

Jimmy shrugged. “True, but you’re the one out there proving you can handle it. You’re stealing the show. Hell, tonight’s segment is already trending.”

Rhea’s jaw clenched. “I don’t care about trends. I care about respect. And Tiffany? She doesn’t respect me. She thinks she can just say whatever she wants and get away with it.”

Roman leaned back, his arms crossed. “Then make her respect you. But do it smart, Rhea. You’ve got all the momentum right now. Don’t let her get under your skin and make you lose focus.”

Rhea leaned her head back against the seat, staring at the ceiling. She hated to admit it, but Roman had a point. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll try to keep it together. But if she steps out of line again—”

Jimmy smirked. “We’ll be ready.”

Roman stood up and clapped her on the shoulder. “Good. Now take a minute and cool off. We’ve got the rest of the night to deal with.”

Rhea nodded, closing her eyes as they let her be. She might have agreed to play by the rules, but deep down, she knew the next time she and Tiffany crossed paths, all bets would be off.

Little did she know.. all bets had already been off…

—

SNME: San Antonio, TX January 25, 2025

Rhea tightened the laces on her boots, her movements methodical, her mind razor-sharp. Jimmy’s steady hands adjusted the collar of her leather jacket, ensuring everything was in place. Roman stood nearby, his arms folded, his eyes scanning them both with quiet intensity.

The past month had been a whirlwind, both on-screen and off. The rivalry between Rhea and Tiffany had become the must-see storyline, eclipsing everything else in WWE. The explosive segments, backstage brawls, and unpredictable encounters had cemented Rhea as a bona fide megastar. Her relentless pursuit of Tiffany, Ms. Money in the Bank, across RAW and SmackDown kept fans buzzing, and her star had risen to unprecedented heights, even rivaling Roman himself.

All the while, the feud between the Elevated Bloodline—Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea—and the remnants of the old Bloodline had grown more personal and vicious. Lines had been drawn, sides taken. Tiffany had thrown her lot in with Solo, Jacob, Tonga and Tama, becoming their smug, untouchable prize. It was clear they’d do anything to protect her.

Now, at Saturday Night’s Main Event, the tension had reached its peak. The long-awaited 3-on-5 handicap match was about to unfold.

Rhea stood and rolled her shoulders, her jacket shifting with the motion. Jimmy took a step back, giving her a once-over. “You good?”

She glanced at him, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Always.”

Roman’s voice cut through the tension, calm and commanding. “Tonight isn’t just another match. It’s a statement. We’re not just here to win; we’re here to end this.”

Rhea met his gaze, the fire in her eyes matching his intensity. “They started this. We finish it.”

The door opened, and a stagehand peeked in. “Five minutes.”

Roman nodded, then turned to Jimmy and Rhea. “Let’s go. Time to remind everyone why we run this.”

The three of them made their way toward the entrance curtain, their steps in sync, their presence magnetic. The energy of the crowd was palpable, their anticipation like a living thing.

Rhea didn’t need to look back; she could feel the weight of everything that had led to this moment—the betrayal, the anger, the fights, and the losses.

Jey hadn’t contacted her, and she hadn’t reached out either. The silence between them was deafening, but it didn’t matter anymore. There was no going back, no mending what had been shattered.

This was about personal grievances. It was also about dominance, about proving who truly controlled the narrative in WWE.

The familiar beat of Roman’s music hit, and the crowd erupted, their deafening roar echoing through the arena.

Tonight wasn’t just about settling scores.

It was about making history.

—

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is it—the highly anticipated 3-on-5 handicap match between the Elevated Bloodline and the Old Bloodline! The stakes couldn’t be higher!”

Pat McAfee: “This is gonna be a straight-up war, Cole. You’ve got the biggest egos, the most dangerous forces, and a whole lot of bad blood!”

Michael Cole: “Speaking of the Elevated Bloodline, here comes the Tribal Chief’s music!”

Roman Reigns’ iconic theme hits, and the crowd roars. The camera pans to the stage as Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley step out first. Rhea, dressed in her black leather jacket and her Mixed Tag Team Championship belt around her waist, looks intense as ever. Jimmy walks beside her, his expression focused, his belt on his waist as well.

Pat McAfee: “Cole, look at them—walking like they own the entire damn arena!”

Michael Cole: “This is the most unified we’ve ever seen Rhea, Jimmy, and Roman. They’ve had enough of the Old Bloodline, and tonight they’re here to put an end to it!”

Jimmy and Rhea pause at the top of the ramp, turning back toward the entrance. The crowd’s volume spikes as Roman steps out, his stoic face radiating dominance. The trio stands together, soaking in the energy before beginning their slow, deliberate walk to the ring.

Pat McAfee: “This is a sight to behold, Cole. You’ve got Jimmy Uso, the technical high flyer, Rhea Ripley, the Eradicator, and Roman Reigns, the Original Tribal Chief himself. What a power trio!”

In the ring, Tiffany Stratton paces back and forth, grinning with malicious excitement. Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa stand behind the ropes, their eyes locked on the Elevated Bloodline.

Michael Cole: “Tiffany Stratton is chomping at the bit to finally get her hands on Rhea Ripley, but let’s not forget the Old Bloodline standing behind her. This is as stacked as it gets!”

The Elevated Bloodline reaches ringside. Jimmy climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for Rhea. She steps into the ring, her eyes never leaving Tiffany. Roman finally enters, taking his time as the crowd showers them with a mix of cheers and boos. The energy is electric.

Lilian Garcia stands in the center, microphone in hand, ready to announce the competitors. But just as she begins, the crowd buzzes with confusion as a familiar voice cuts through the arena.

Paul Heyman: “Ladies and gentlemen!”

Michael Cole: “Wait a minute! That’s Paul Heyman! Roman Reigns’ Wiseman!”

Pat McAfee: “What the hell is Paul doing out here? This just got even more interesting!”

The camera pans to the stage where Paul Heyman walks out, holding a microphone and wearing his signature smug grin.

Paul Heyman: “Lilian, sweetheart, I’m sorry to interrupt your wonderful introductions, but this match—3-on-5? Now that doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

The crowd erupts in cheers, sensing something big is about to happen.

Paul Heyman: “Rhea, darling, you thought you didn’t have any more friends? You thought you were alone in this fight? Oh no, my dear… you still have allies. Gentlemen, would you do the honors?”

The arena goes dark for a moment before the familiar beat of Damian Priest’s music hits. The crowd explodes as Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, and the Women’s World Champion Liv Morgan step onto the stage.

Michael Cole: “What?! Are you kidding me?! Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, and Liv Morgan are here!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is HUGE! Is this a reunion? An alliance? What’s going on?!”

Damian Priest strides down the ramp, shaking Paul Heyman’s hand as Dominik and Liv follow close behind. The Judgment Day trio enters the ring, tension thick in the air as they approach the Elevated Bloodline.

Damian steps forward, locking eyes with Roman Reigns. For a moment, the arena slightly becomes silent as the two leaders stare each other down. Then, Damian extends his hand. Roman looks at it, then slowly shakes it. The crowd goes wild.

Michael Cole: “An alliance has been formed! The Judgment Day and the Elevated Bloodline—this changes EVERYTHING!”

Dominik shakes hands with Jimmy, and Liv nods at Rhea with a smirk before sliding out of the ring. Damian and Dominik then turn to Rhea. For a split second, there’s hesitation, but then they step forward and hug her tightly.

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is unreal! Rhea Ripley has reunited with the Judgment Day, and now they’re standing united with the Elevated Bloodline!”

The camera captures the image of Rhea, Jimmy, Roman, Damian, and Dominik standing tall in the ring, their alliance signaling a seismic shift in WWE. The Old Bloodline watches from across the ring, their confidence visibly shaken.

Michael Cole: “What was supposed to be a 3-on-5 mismatch has just become a battle of titans! The Elevated Bloodline and the Judgment Day are united, and this war just got a whole lot more interesting!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve got goosebumps! Saturday Night’s Main Event just became a night no one will EVER forget!”

The tension in the air is palpable as the Saturday Night’s Main Event reaches its boiling point. The audience is on the edge of their seats, knowing that the conclusion of this match will shift the landscape of WWE forever. The match is a chaotic frenzy, with the Elevated Bloodline and the Old Bloodline locked in a brutal battle, and everything is on the line.

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are nearing the end of what has been an all-out war! Bodies have been broken, and all competitors are giving everything they have left. Who will come out on top in this epic contest?”

Pat McAfee: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this, Cole. Every member of these factions is exhausted—this is madness!”

The match is at its breaking point. All competitors are either knocked out or desperately fighting with each other, trying to gain any shred of advantage. The action is relentless as each faction attempts to assert their dominance.

First, Dominik is taken out by Tama, leaving the Judgment Day stunned. Then, Tama falls after a brutal exchange with Roman. Jacob Fatu soon follows, knocked out cold by a superkick from Jimmy. The Elevated Bloodline’s numbers continue to dwindle as Roman succumbs to a devastating spear from Solo, leaving him out of the equation.

Next, Damian Priest is knocked out by a chairshot from Tonga Loa. Finally, Solo and Tonga are taken out by a combination of double super kicks from Rhea and Jimmy, but not with Jimmy getting pulled from Jacob and getting thrown into floor. Jacob brutally strikes Jimmy, leaving just Rhea and Tiffany standing in the ring.

Michael Cole: “This is it! It’s down to Tiffany and Rhea—these two women are about to decide the fate of their respective factions!”

Pat McAfee: “They’ve been through hell tonight, Cole! And they are still standing!”

The crowd roars as Rhea Ripley and Tiffany Stratton exchange fierce blows, each one desperate for the win. The intensity is unbearable as the two women battle it out in the center of the ring. Suddenly, in the heat of the scuffle, the referee is inadvertently knocked out, collapsing to the mat.

Michael Cole: “The referee is down! This could be disastrous for both women!”

Rhea unaware that ref has been knocked out, gets her second wind. She hits Tiffany with the Riptide, delivering the crushing blow that could end the match. The crowd erupts in excitement, anticipating a clean pinfall victory.

But as Rhea moves to pin Tiffany, the crowd gasps—another referee runs down the ramp, ready to take over. The new official slides into the ring, and the count begins. One… two… and then, suddenly, the referee halts the count at the two-count.

Michael Cole: “What in the world? The count stopped! Why did the referee stop the count?”

The crowd falls silent, the tension thick in the air. The unknown referee pulls down their mask, revealing a familiar face—Jey. The shock waves ripple through the arena as Rhea’s eyes widen in disbelief.

Pat McAfee: “Jey Uso?! What is he doing here?!”

Rhea, frozen in shock, stares at Jey, trying to process what just happened. Jey, without a single emotion on his face, signals the end of the match, declaring it a disqualification. Rhea’s heart sinks as she watches him get out of the ring and begin walking up the ramp, leaving her standing in the ring in complete shock.

Michael Cole: “Jey Uso just called for a disqualification! What is going on here? This match has been completely thrown into chaos!”

Pat McAfee: “This is madness, Cole! Jey’s actions have left us all questioning everything!”

Jimmy rushes to Rhea’s side, concern written all over his face. He looks on at his brother as he walks up the ramp, Jey sports this unusual stoic expression. Rhea stands in the center of the ring, visibly shaken, tears streaming down her face. She can’t fathom what just happened.

As Rhea is left stunned, Dominik, Damian, Roman, and Liv all make their way to the ring, having been recovered from each devastatingly blow, except for Liv of course, joining Rhea in a show of unity. The Judgment Day and Elevated Bloodline stand together, still unsure of what to make of Jey’s involvement.

Michael Cole: “Jey Uso’s actions have left everyone here in a state of confusion. What does this mean for Rhea, for Jimmy, for Roman, for the factions?”

Pat McAfee: “There are more questions than answers, Cole. But what we do know is that this match is over, and nothing was resolved.”

Michael Cole: “And now, Tiffany Stratton, still reeling from the Riptide, is being pulled away by the Old Bloodline. And look at this—there’s a tense stare down between the Old Bloodline, the Elevated Bloodline, and the Judgment Day! These factions are on the verge of an all-out war!”

Pat McAfee: “The tensions couldn’t be higher, Cole! The future of WWE could be shaped by what happens here tonight, and I don’t think anyone knows how this is going to play out!”

With the Old Bloodline escorting Tiffany Stratton up the ramp, they lock eyes with the Elevated Bloodline and Judgment Day. The stare down is cold and intense, signaling that the animosity between these factions is far from over.

Michael Cole: “The match may be over, but this war is far from finished. I have no idea where things go from here, Pat.”

As the camera lingers on Rhea’s broken, emotional face, it’s clear that the battle is not over. The unresolved tension and the uncertainty surrounding Jey’s actions are only the beginning of a much larger storm that’s about to unfold.

Pat McAfee: “You said it, Cole. We are just getting started, and I don’t know what’s going to happen next!”

The scene fades to black, the uncertainty hanging in the air, leaving the audience eagerly awaiting what comes next in this explosive rivalry.

—

Rhea stormed into the locker room, her emotions barely in check. Jimmy and Roman followed close behind, their own frustration evident. But the sight of Hunter sitting calmly in the middle of the room ignited something in Rhea.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the silence, her breathing was uneven, her fists clenched and she looked like she about died of anger.

Hunter leaned back slightly, his expression calm but measured. “Rhea, I know you’re upset—”

“Upset?” she interrupted, her voice sharp and filled with venom. “He’s supposed to be on leave for another two months, Hunter! Two months! He had a shoulder injury!”

Hunter sighed, running a hand over his face. “Which he got cleared for by the doctors.”

“So, you just allowed him to come back?” Rhea snapped, her anger intensifying. “Without telling any of us? Without warning me?!”

“Rhea,” Hunter said firmly, “I’ve always said this was your storyline.”

She laughed bitterly, a hollow, mocking sound. “Really? Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it! What it feels like is that you let my ex-boyfriend, who publicly humiliated me, come back just to fuck up everything we’ve built!”

Hunter opened his mouth to respond, but Rhea pressed on, her voice rising. “I’ve been fucking up Tiffany left and right for a whole month—building this feud, getting people invested—and tonight? Tonight was supposed to be the payoff! You said we were going to win!”

“I know what I said,” Hunter replied, his voice growing firmer, but Rhea wasn’t backing down.

“No, you don’t!” she shot back, her voice cracking slightly from the sheer intensity of her emotions. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t have killed my momentum, or Jimmy’s, or Roman’s! You just handed everything over to Jey like it was some big fucking plot twist. Well, congrats, Hunter—you’ve turned my life into a goddamn soap opera!”

“You have to trust me on this,” Hunter said, his tone resolute, but his eyes betrayed a hint of guilt.

Roman, who had been silent up to this point, finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “My character arc will not participate in this whole real-life drama, Hunter. I’m telling you that right now. You told me it was only going to be temporary and that’s it.”

Hunter looked at Roman, his expression hardening. “All of you are involved now. There’s no turning back.”

Rhea’s breathing quickened, her emotions spiraling as tears welled up in her eyes. She turned away, trying to compose herself, but the words spilled out anyway. “This is my life, Hunter,” she said, her voice trembling. “Jey cheated on me with Tiffany our whole relationship, and she—she gets pregnant and then has an abortion just so she can keep wrestling. And now you want me to continue to work with her? To work with him? Hunter, this is my fucking life.”

Hunter’s face softened for a moment, but his response was cold and detached. “Rhea… this really is just business.”

That was the breaking point. Rhea grabbed her bag without another word and stormed out of the locker room, slamming the door behind her.

Jimmy immediately moved to follow, his protective instincts kicking in. Roman stopped him briefly. “Make sure she gets to the tour bus,” he said quietly, his tone firm.

Jimmy nodded, grabbing his own bag before quickly heading after Rhea.

Once they were alone, Roman turned back to Hunter, his imposing presence filling the room. He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Hunter with an icy stare. “Let’s talk,” Roman said, his voice low and dangerous. “Businessman to businessman.”

Hunter swallowed hard, sitting up straighter. He knew Roman wasn’t the type to mince words. Whatever was coming next would be a reckoning.

—

Rhea’s pace was frantic as she stormed toward the tour bus, her wrestling boots hitting the pavement with sharp, angry thuds. Jimmy followed closely behind, struggling to keep up with her long strides and the emotional whirlwind trailing in her wake.

She reached the bus, yanked the door open, and climbed in without hesitation, leaving the door open behind her. Jimmy arrived a few seconds later, slightly out of breath. He climbed in but froze in his tracks at the sight before him.

Rhea was on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest, her shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. She didn’t even look up as he stepped inside.

“Rhea…” Jimmy said softly, his voice laced with concern. He closed the door gently behind him, shutting out the rest of the world.

Rhea’s voice was raw and broken when she finally spoke. “Why did he have to cheat on me?” she asked, her words tumbling out between sobs. “Why couldn’t he have just left me alone?”

Jimmy knelt down beside her, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. He reached out to hold her, but she pushed him away, her hand shoving at his chest with surprising force.

“I’m disgusted,” she spat, tears streaming down her face. “Disgusted that I even kissed you in the first place.”

Jimmy flinched at her words but kept his expression neutral, knowing she was lashing out in her pain. “You don’t mean that,” he said quietly.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes red and brimming with tears. “You all knew Jey cheated on me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of heartbreak and anger.

Jimmy stayed silent, his jaw tightening. He didn’t know how to respond, and the truth hung heavy between them.

Rhea broke down again, her cries filling the bus as she buried her face in her hands. Jimmy hesitated for a moment before trying again to reach out to her. This time, she didn’t push him away.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her against his chest as she cried. She didn’t resist, her sobs muffled against him. Jimmy rested his chin on the top of her head, his own eyes stinging with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “For everything.”

Rhea didn’t respond, but she clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt as her pain poured out in waves. Jimmy held her like that for what felt like an eternity, silently vowing to be there for her no matter how messy things got.

Jimmy carefully lifted Rhea off the floor, her weight light in his arms despite the emotional heaviness that seemed to cling to her. She didn't resist, letting herself be cradled as if the fight had drained completely out of her. He adjusted his grip and gently nudged the door to his room open with his foot, the faint creak barely audible over the low hum of the bus.

With Roman now accommodating three instead of two, the tour bus had been once again upgraded to something far more spacious, complete with three private rooms. Jimmy maneuvered through the slightly cramped hallway and stepped into his room, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the neatly made bed.

He kicked the door shut behind him, the click of the latch grounding him in the moment. Gently, he laid her down on the bed, her body sinking into the plush comforter. He pulled back, intending to give her some space, but her hands shot up, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down into a kiss.

It wasn't soft or tentative-it was desperate, raw, and filled with emotions she couldn't put into words. Jimmy melted into the kiss, the taste of her salty tears blending with the heat of her lips.

His hands cupped her face instinctively, thumbs brushing away the damp trails on her cheeks as the kiss deepened. He broke the kiss to speak but she spoke..

“Just make love to me..”

"Okay," he murmured, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

She pulled him closer, her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as if she was afraid he'd change his mind. Jimmy didn't. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to her lips, this one slower and more deliberate, an unspoken promise that he would give her whatever she needed tonight.

He let himself fall into the moment, the world outside fading away as they found solace in each other, the shared pain and complicated feelings making the connection between them even more intense.

—

Roman approached the door to his tour bus, his thoughts still tangled from his tense conversation with Hunter. The weight of Hunter’s insistence on keeping this storyline alive lingered in his mind, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing beneath his composed exterior. Just as he reached for the handle, he heard a voice call out from behind him.

“Hey, Roman! Wait up!”

Roman turned to see Damian approaching, his long strides carrying him quickly across the lot. Roman sighed, glancing back at the bus, but turned to meet Damian halfway. “What’s up, man?” he asked, his tone neutral but laced with an edge of impatience.

Inside the bus, the sound of Damian yelling Roman’s name echoed faintly, causing Rhea and Jimmy to freeze mid-moment. They had been caught up in the heat of the moment, their earlier vulnerability boiling over into something neither had fully anticipated. Now, they scrambled to compose themselves, panic settling in.

“Shit,” Rhea muttered under her breath as she frantically pulled her shirt back on. “You’ve got my lipstick on your face!”

Jimmy, who was hastily pulling on his sweats, wiped at his face with the back of his hand. “Do you have one of those makeup things? A wipe or something?”

“No,” Rhea said, grabbing her jacket and glancing at him with a mixture of frustration and panic. “Just go shower or something!”

Jimmy nodded, his movements hurried but not frantic as he slipped out of the room and headed for the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting up soon followed, masking any further noise.

Rhea adjusted her shirt, gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror, and then slipped out of the room, heading for her own. She moved quietly but quickly, her heart racing as she prayed Roman wouldn’t step in and sense something was off.

Back outside, Roman was still talking to Damian, his broad frame leaning slightly against the side of the bus as Damian explained some issue or another. He nodded along, his eyes flicking back to the door, his gut telling him something was amiss even as he tried to focus on the conversation at hand.

“So, you see,” Damian continue his voice steady but with a hint of concern, “Hunter did say we were working together next week, and we were just wondering if we could stay with you guys this week?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, considering the request. The whole situation had been chaotic, but Damian wasn’t asking for much, and Roman knew how important this downtime was before the craziness of the upcoming week.

“That’s cool,” Roman said, nodding. “My new bus has two bunks in the front, plus the couches if you’re cool with that.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Damian said, his tone relieved.

Roman paused before continuing, his eyes scanning the lot as if he could sense something before speaking. “I’m sure Rhea would love to have you two back. I don’t know how she feels about Liv, though.”

Damian’s expression faltered for a moment. He had expected this. He wasn’t sure how Liv would go over, especially given Rhea’s recent turmoil.

“Would you want me to have Liv talk to Rhea before we get on board?” Damian offered cautiously. “We want to respect your tour bus.”

Roman gave a slight shrug. “That’s fine. Let me get her, and you can bring Liv to talk it over with Rhea.”

Damian nodded in understanding. Roman gave him a brief nod before heading toward the bus, his mind already working through the conversation that was about to happen.

Inside, Roman approached Rhea’s room, the soft knock on the door seeming louder in the quiet of the bus. She opened the door quickly, her face betraying a hint of nervousness.

“You okay?” Roman asked, his voice soft but direct.

Rhea, standing in the doorway, gave him a quick, almost anxious glance. “Yeah, why?” she asked, her words laced with tension.

Roman stepped in a little, wanting to keep things casual but making sure to check in on her. “Well, I said it’s okay for Dominik and Damian to board with us for the week,” he began, his eyes watching her carefully, “but I wanted to make sure you were okay with the other person.”

Rhea’s gaze shifted past him toward the windows, where she saw Liv standing with Damian and Dominik. The sight of her triggered a flurry of emotions inside Rhea, but she tried to stay composed. She thought for a moment, then responded, “Just tell her to come and give us some privacy.”

Roman gave a reassuring nod. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

With that, Roman stepped back outside to tell Damian and Liv what Rhea had decided. He knew things had been difficult for Rhea lately, and this week wasn’t going to be any easier, but he hoped this would give her the space she needed to sort through everything.

As he went outside, he caught Damian’s eye and gestured for Liv to follow him. Damian nodded, understanding the need for a brief talk. Liv gave a tight smile but followed without argument, knowing this was about Rhea’s comfort.

As Rhea and Liv sat together on the couch, the weight of the tension between them seemed to lessen with each passing second. Liv’s voice was soft but sincere as she began.

“I just want to say… I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch,” Liv confessed, glancing over at Rhea with a hint of regret.

Rhea smiled faintly, her eyes tired but appreciative. “Water under the bridge,” she replied, the words carrying a quiet finality to them.

Liv took a deep breath, clearly wanting to say more. “No… for real…” she started, her eyes lowering for a moment before looking back at Rhea. “I really admired you in The Judgment Day. I didn’t want to take your place.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, surprised by the admission. “Liv, seriously… water under the bridge,” she assured her, though there was a trace of humor in her voice, as if she’d heard enough of this kind of apology for a lifetime.

Liv smiled softly, but a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Is it true?”

Rhea looked at her in confusion. “Is what true?” she asked, her gaze shifting to Liv, sensing the question was something deeper.

Liv hesitated for a moment before leaning in further. “That Jey really did cheat on you the whole time?”

Rhea paused. The room seemed to grow quieter as the question lingered between them. She let out a breath, nodding slowly, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “Yes,” she said simply, her eyes avoiding Liv’s as she said the words, the weight of the truth still a heavy burden.

The two women sat there in silence, absorbing the weight of the revelation. It was as though the room had suddenly become still, each lost in their own thoughts.

Then, as if to break the tension, Rhea spoke up again, her voice quieter now. “I kissed Jimmy,” she admitted, not realizing that Jimmy was now out of the shower and listening in.

Liv’s eyes widened slightly, her eyebrows raised. “As a girlfriend, how was it?” she asked, her tone playful, despite the heaviness of the topic.

Rhea let out a small laugh, clearly caught off guard by the question. “To be honest, Liv… I think I made a mistake when I got with Jey.”

Liv gave her a teasing grin. “So does he have a big—” She made a popping sound with her lips, her attempt at humor cutting through the tension.

Rhea burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. It had been so long since she’d laughed like that, and she needed it more than she realized. “We haven’t done anything yet,” she said between laughs, shaking her head at the absurdity of the conversation.

Liv’s grin only grew wider. “Really?” she asked, as if incredulous.

Rhea shrugged, her eyes twinkling with a playful spark. “Well, he does know how to eat…” she said, her words trailing off with a sly smile.

Liv let out a dramatic gasp, her hands going to her chest. “Rhea, you sly dog!” she teased, and both of them erupted into giggles.

Jimmy couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t the conversation itself that made him grin, but the sound of Rhea laughing. The tension had lifted from her shoulders, even if just for a moment. She had always seemed so closed off, so guarded, especially around Jey. He knew Jey had a way of sheltering Rhea, keeping her from opening up to others. Maybe, just maybe, she needed more friends than she realized.

The laughter continued for a few more moments before both women calmed down, still sharing a knowing smile. Rhea wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst all the chaos.

—

As the bus rumbled down the highway toward Phoenix, Arizona, the lights inside dimmed, and the soft hum of the engine mixed with the rhythmic sounds of sleeping bodies. Roman had already passed out blankets and pillows, ensuring everyone was comfortable for the journey ahead. One by one, the members of the group succumbed to sleep, the bus growing quieter with each passing moment.

But Rhea, restless and unable to sleep, glanced at the time. 2:13 AM blinked back at her, a reminder that the night was still young, and her mind wouldn’t quiet. She had freshly showered earlier, the lingering scent of shampoo still in her hair, and the cool air from the vent made her shiver slightly. She sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before deciding she needed a moment away from the stillness.

She slipped out of the bed as quietly as possible, her feet padding softly against the floor. She glanced toward the living room and heard the faint snores of the Judgement Day—everyone lost in their own dreams. Rhea’s heart pounded just a little faster as she approached Jimmy’s room. She opened the door cautiously, trying not to disturb him. The dim light from the hallway illuminated his peaceful form, his breathing steady as he slept.

Rhea stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The room smelled faintly of the shared cologne that lingered in the air, and she felt herself drawn to the warmth of the bed. She climbed in quietly, careful not to wake him, but as she shifted, Jimmy stirred. He turned to her, his eyes half-lidded with sleep.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from the sleep he was pulled from.

“Hey,” Rhea replied, her tone soft but filled with an undercurrent of exhaustion. She could feel the weight of the day still on her shoulders, the emotions from earlier in the evening threatening to resurface.

Before she could say anything else, Jimmy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his warmth. She melted into his embrace, the comfort of his closeness soothing the tension in her chest. Their lips met in a kiss, gentle at first, as if testing the waters. It was a kiss that held the weight of everything unspoken between them—the turmoil, the laughter, the exhaustion, and the unexpected connection that had formed between them.

As they pulled away slightly, Jimmy’s eyes met hers, still tired but filled with understanding. “You okay?” he whispered, his voice low and concerned.

Rhea nodded, resting her forehead against his. “Yeah,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as she allowed herself to sink deeper into his embrace. “Just needed this.”

Jimmy nodded, holding her tighter. The world outside the tour bus faded away, and for a moment, it was just the two of them—away from the chaos, away from everything that had been weighing on her.

“Get some sleep,” he said, his voice soft, and soon after, she felt herself drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling her into the comfort of his arms.

But she didn’t want to go to sleep..

“Make love to me,” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him once more. Jimmy kissed her back, his lips soft against hers as his tongue snuck out to taste her lips. Rhea sighed, her hands traveling down to his chest as he pulled her by her hips so she can straddle his hips.

Her soft breath against his lips, her hand running through his hair-it made something possessive inside him stir, an overwhelming need to claim her as his and his alone. She'd been through so much, and no one had protected her the way he could. He wouldn't let anyone get close enough to hurt her again.

Rhea couldn’t keep quiet for long, not when Jimmy was touching her like this. She started to moan softly as he kissed her neck, her hands clenching in his hair as he sucked on her skin. Rhea had to cover her mouth to keep quiet, her body shaking as Jimmy’s hands slid up her sides.

“Demi..” Jon moaned as he felt Rhea’s heat from her most delicate area.

He felt her need for comfort, her hurt, and every ounce of it tightened something deep in him. She wasn't just a woman who had been betrayed-she was his woman, and anyone who even thought about crossing that line would have to go through him first. Jimmy wasn't about to share her with anyone-not Jey, not anyone in her past. She wasn't just some rebound, some distraction-she was his.

Jimmy tugged Rhea’s shirt up over her head, exposing her bare breasts in the dark. He sucked on her nipples, his hands traveling down to her shorts as he tugged them down her legs. Rhea kicked them off before she climbed back onto Jimmy’s lap, her hips grinding against his as she felt his dick harden beneath her.

As their lips met once more, he sure as hell didn't pull away. He deepened the kiss, claiming it, claiming her. The way her body responded, the way she let him in, it sent something dark and possessive through him. She wasn't running anymore; she wasn't hiding.

Rhea moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers brushing against her breasts as she leaned into his touch.

She was letting him in, and that meant everything.

She needed him, and that made her his responsibility-his to protect, his to comfort, his to own.

He let his mind run wild with the thought of how easy it would be to keep her right here, to never let her go. She was the only one who could make him feel this way-like everything in his life could be shut out, just to keep her safe, just to make her his in every sense of the word. And he'd do whatever it took to make sure she stayed that way.

Jimmy broke the kiss as he leaned down to suck on Rhea’s neck, his hands sliding down to her hips. Rhea moaned softly as she felt his fingers brushing against her pussy, her body trembling as he slid a finger inside of her.

Jimmy had never been one for subtlety when it came to what he wanted. He wanted Rhea. And not just in the way that others might. He wanted to be the only one who knew her deepest parts, the only one who could make her smile like that, the only one who could pull her out of her darkness and give her a reason to stay. She was his. And anyone who thought otherwise would have to answer to him.

Rhea had to keep quiet as Jimmy started to finger her, her body shaking as she felt his fingers sliding in and out of her. She leaned down to kiss him, her hands sliding into his hair as she whispered in his ear.

“Please…”

What if he's just like Jey? The thought hit Rhea harder than she expected. Jey had shattered her trust in ways she never thought possible. He had made her feel like she wasn't enough, like she was disposable, all while lying to her face. She'd given him everything-her love, her loyalty, her time-and he'd repaid her by sneaking behind her back, with Tiffany of all people. The betrayal still stung, even now. The idea of going through that kind of heartbreak again made her chest tighten.

Jimmy noticed her shift, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her and reached over to turn on the small light by the bed. “You okay?” He asked, concern in his voice.

She put her head down in his chest and he used both hands to lift up her head.

“Talk to me..”

Rhea’s gaze softened as she searched Jimmy’s face for any hint of deception, any trace of the lies she had endured with Jey. Her voice trembled as she repeated, “I don’t want you to be like him.”

Jimmy sat up slightly, his hands adjusting and his arms wrapping and tightening around her as if to ground her in the moment. His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed his vulnerability. “I’m nothing like him,” he said, his words carrying weight.

Rhea tilted her head, her fingers lightly reaching to touch the tattoo on his left pec, her doubt still gnawing at her. “You say that now,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But Jey said all the right—“

“Demi… let me do what you needed me to do..” He pleaded. He kissed her once more but Rhea’s doubts never left.

What if I'm just repeating my mistakes? Jimmy was Jey's brother, after all. Bloodline or not, could she trust that he wouldn't do the same? That he wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability? She hated feeling this way, doubting someone who had been nothing but kind and patient with her. But the scars Jey left were deep, and every time she started to feel herself letting her guard down, those old fears came rushing back.

Her thoughts were broken away as she felt his fingers back inside of her, she moaned softly as they went in and out. The pleasure Rhea was experience was something she hadn’t felt in such a long time, the pleasure of feeling wanted.

“Fu… fuck.. Jon..” Her head fell into the crevice of his neck.

“Fuck me, Jon,” she begged as she felt his fingers sliding out of her. Jimmy kissed her as he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he slid inside of her, very quickly.

Rhea moaned softly as she felt Jimmy filling her up, her legs wrapping around his hips as she held him close. Jimmy started to thrust into her, his hips slamming into hers as she gasped for breath.

“Demi..fuck..”

“Don’t ever stop please..”

“You are fucking tight..”

He's different, a small voice in her head argued.

And maybe he was. Jimmy had shown her a side of himself that felt real, raw, and unfiltered. He didn't shelter her the way Jey had, didn't try to control her. Instead, he encouraged her to be herself, to let herself feel. He didn't demand anything from her-he just gave. But wasn't that how it always started? Sweet words, tender touches, and promises that eventually fell apart?

She knew she wasn't easy to love. She came with baggage-her temper, her insecurities, the walls she'd built so high to keep herself from getting hurt again. Jimmy didn't deserve to carry that weight, did he? Maybe this was unfair to him.

Maybe she was pushing him into a role he didn't even want.

But as Rhea had to cover her mouth to keep quiet as Jimmy thrusted into her, her body shaking as he hit that spot inside of her that made her see stars and see clarity. Jimmy wanted this role. She couldn’t keep quiet for long, not when Jimmy was thrusting into her like this. He removed her hand from her mouth and said, “Need to hear you..” Rhea nodded and she started to moan softly as he thrusted into her even more harder, her hips meeting his as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge

She thought about the way he looked at her in the most delicate way, his eyes filled with something she could only describe as devotion. The way he didn't just listen to her, but actually heard her. He didn't treat her like a trophy or a conquest. He treated her like a person—flaws, fears, and all.

She could feel her orgasm building, her breath now coming in soft pants. Jimmy thrusted into her as hard as he could now, his hips moving against Rhea's, the bed now slightly squeaking to only where Jimmy and Rhea could hear.

He made her feel like more than just "Rhea Ripley," the tough-as-nails wrestler who didn't take shit from anyone. He made her feel like Demi-vulnerable, messy, but somehow still enough.

“Fuck I’m almost..”

“You gonna cum for me?”

“I can’t…. I can’t… fuck..”

“Cum for daddy..”

Rhea’s moan came out in a choke, her pussy clenching around his cock as she felt her orgasm reaching its climax. Jimmy’s right hand moved to her clit, teasing it with his index finger as he continued to thrust into her. Rhea’s moans were silenced by Jimmy’s left hand, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, tears welled up in her eyes as she experienced the ultimate high.

“Demi..”

Jimmy came with a low groan, his seed filling Rhea’s pussy as she finished her orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. Rhea wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back as they caught their breath.

The gentle hum of the bus moving through the night became the only sound that filled the quiet space between them. Jimmy slowly pulled away from Rhea, his chest rising and falling with the weight of their shared intimacy. He shifted slightly, making sure to pull her close as he settled beside her again. Rhea, still trying to catch her breath, felt a calmness she hadn’t expected, yet the knot in her stomach remained. She couldn’t push the doubt aside completely, but she didn’t want to think about it now—not when she was here, with Jimmy, in this moment.

She turned her head to look at him, his warm, steady presence offering a sense of peace she had longed for, but hadn’t fully allowed herself to feel. He was quiet, letting the silence stretch, before he finally spoke, answering Rhea’s question.

“Does this change anything?” Rhea asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the uncertainty heavy in her words. She wasn’t sure why she asked, but the question felt like it needed to be said—like the air between them had suddenly thickened and she needed reassurance.

Jimmy paused for a moment, lifting his gaze to meet hers. His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Just be in the moment,” he said softly, his eyes locking with hers. “Here with me. That’s all that matters.”

Rhea nodded, the weight of his words sinking into her. She felt her body relax against him as he pulled her in closer, her head resting on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing, almost rhythmic, and for the first time in a long while, Rhea allowed herself to simply breathe.

She closed her eyes, her mind racing but trying to quiet the noise. The warmth of Jimmy’s body, the strength of his arms wrapped around her—it felt real, grounding, in contrast to the chaos she’d felt earlier. But still, those lingering doubts clung to her thoughts, like shadows she couldn’t shake.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” she whispered to herself, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it.

Jimmy didn’t respond immediately, but she could feel the steadiness in him, his calmness washing over her like a tide. He wasn’t asking for anything—just this moment, just her. And that, in itself, was something Rhea wasn’t used to.

Before she knew it, the exhaustion from the day’s emotions caught up to her, and her body relaxed, her eyelids growing heavy. Her thoughts began to drift, but the last thing she felt before succumbing to sleep was the warmth of Jimmy’s hand gently resting on her back.

As she let herself slip into slumber, the doubts still lingered at the edge of her mind, but they felt distant for now. Maybe tomorrow would bring clarity, or maybe it would only bring more questions. But for tonight, Rhea allowed herself to rest, to be in the moment with Jimmy, just as he had asked.

& with this chapter I am currently on my break. I will return in the new year 😭🩷

[aut1smkid]

Art Contest!

(Hello everyone! Auzie here! I've came to announce that there will be an art contest held for this book! If you don’t know what to draw, check this out! From now, I will go into detail on the rules and stuff!

Rule 1. NO A.I. ART!!! 

As an artist myself, I fucking hate A.I. art. So if I see ANY of you guys using it, you will be disqualified!

Rule 2. KEEP IT SFW!!! 

Being a minor, I am very uncomfortable with NSFW and fetish material that isn't SFW, so if your art is inappropriate, you will also be disqualified!!!

Rule 3: Getting your art noticed by me!

In order for me to notice your artwork, tag me in the post or notify me either in the comments of this chapter or on my conversations page! 

(If you'd like to participate, ask me in my dms page or in the comments of this post! You can do gijinkas, angst, idc what it is! As long as it's approved by me, I'm okay with it!) 

(Oh yeah! And before you start drawing, below is some important info about the characters that you need to know:) 

-Lisa doesn't know that she's a robot, along with being water resistant and made out of oak tree wood. She's also a writer despite Cobs neglecting her because of that dream.

-Charger Block has Toilet's accent, and knows about MePad's death.

-Lisa created Tama and Charger Block for their parents.

-Bucket and Boba are trans-fem.

-All of the fankids, except for Lisa who is 19 and two other characters that are yet to be released whose ages are unknown, are around the age between 9-16.

-Strawberry has an older sister, Peachy. Peachy can phase through walls, she got it from Bow. Her personality is sassy, polite, caring, forgetful. 

-Lisa takes care of A.D.A.M. and B.R.I.A.N after Cobs' passing, having found them behind the hotel and repairing them. 

-MePhone, MePad, and Lisa are siblings, MePhone and MePad being older than Lisa.

-Ribbon is Butch!

(Now you may be asking, "But what IS the prize?" Well worry not, not only will your fanart be featured on my blog with proper credit, but you'll also receive a free piece of artwork from me as a thanks! Not only that, but you'll receive a custom Tumblr banner from me!) 

(So, get drawing you little rascals!) 

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(Also, have fun!)

[becauseimswagman1]

Tama freader smut??

Tama Tonga x reader (pt. 1)

A/N: Hehehe first wwe request!! and ask to be on the tag list because this will be in two parts. No smut in this part, I got too invested in the plot.

Warnings: Shit talking.

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Being new to the Smackdown roster wasn’t that big of a change since you’ve been on it before… as a manager for some D-list mid-wrestler who’s no longer on the company. 

When that dipshit left, you were unsure of your future with the company. The former CEO of WWE had assured you that you’d issued another superstar to manage, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted to wrestle, but he never thought you had the “right image” (whatever that is). 

Before you could plead your case, he was booted from the company and Triple H took over. 

Once he took over, he had visions for everybody, including you. He had a meeting with you and asked if you wanted to wrestle full-time. He was the reason the former CEO signed you, but his power didn’t go beyond that. Since you never stopped training, he suggested that you go to NXT to rebrand and create a new name for yourself. To be known as more than a manager. You never signed a contract faster! Wrestling is your passion!

For three years, you worked your ass off in NXT, then got called back up to the main roster. It felt good to be back. You were ready to face anyone. Although, for six months the boss man had you facing mid-card wrestlers and you were winning. A couple of losses here and there, but winning nonetheless. 

You loved it, sure, but you wanted more. You wanted a title shot! So, you scheduled a meeting. 

It went great for the most part. You didn’t have a title shot, but something interesting happened. You are being added to the Bloodline… Solo’s Bloodline. Personally, your Tribal Chief is Roman Reigns, but a job is a job. Bossman said the fans would “eat you up” being a voice of reason and shit-talking them at the same time. He thinks you’ll be a great fit. 

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Going up to the three intimidating men was kind of nerve-wracking, You say three cause you already know Solo from NXT and he was actually a chill guy. People just got under his skin easily.

You walk into the gym they worked out at, lowkey looking a little lost. Tanga Loa approached you first, curious about who you are, “Wassup, are you the new edition to the Bloodline?”

“Yeah, I’m- “ 

“We know who you are. Solo talked you up big.” Tama Tonga walked up, interrupting you, “Personally, I don’t get it, but we’ll see how you do.”

“Tama, don’t be so rude,” Solo said, joining Tama and Tanga.

You smirked and shook your head, “Nah. it’s cool. I know to earn my place here and… “ you turned to Tama, “I know I’ll put you on your ass real easy so don’t be so quick to talk all that shit.”

Solo full belly laughed, “Glad you haven’t lost that attitude. You’ll fit right in.”

You adjusted your gym bag on your shoulder, “So, uh, where’s Jacob?”

“Handling business.” and he left it at that. You knew not to ask questions about that stuff. 

“Follow me,” Solo walked to the mats in the gym, “We’re gonna run a few drills to see if you can keep up with us.”

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Three hours later, you were exhausted, but you were not letting Tama know that. 

You two started a little competition. You were whooping his ass and he was VERY pissed about it. 

“Come on Tama~ don’t be sad you getting that ass beat by a girl!” 

Tama stomped around, he didn’t like that you were talking shit. You had a counter for almost every last one of his moves. He rarely got the drop on you. But when he finally did, boyyyyy did he live it up!

“Hahahaha! That’s what you get tryna play with the big dogs! Just stick to being a manager and stop tryna hang with the professionals.”

The professionals? Okay.

You got back up from the mat, “Okay, let’s have a real match then.”

Tama just stared at you… with lust?

“Yeah. A real fucking match then we’ll really see who the big dog is.”

Tama and Tanga looked to Solo, eager for a response. 

He shrugged, “Tanga, you’ll be the ref. Let’s get it.”

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After a shit ton of cheap shots on Tama’s side, you won. And of course, Tanga and Solo overlooked those, but you beat him. 

Solo chuckled, “You gotta hand it to her Tama, she handled yo ass. Give her the props she rightfully earned.”

You held your hand out to him to shake, but he smacked it away, then rolled his eyes, “I ain’t giving her shit.”

“Don’t be like that Tama. I just wanted some friendly competition and that’s what I got.”

The big baby just walked, more like stormed, all the way out of the gym. 

“Did I hurt his feelings?” you asked Solo.

He shook his head, “Nah, he just a little shocked somebody bested him. He’ll get over it soon.” then he walked over to you and held his hand out for you to shake, “Welcome to the Bloodline.”

You shook his hand, “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. You’ll certainly be the wildcard next to Jacob.”

You dropped his hand and grabbed your water bottle, “I appreciate that, seriously.”

“Take a break while Tanga and I go check on him.”

“You got it, Solo.”

He raised his eyebrow at you. Oh… “My bad. You got it, Tribal Chief.”

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(Part 2 here)

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[isabella-2025]

safe haven: Warnings: Cursing and Violence that is all.

Jacob Fatu X Ari

Plot: When you're surrounded by enemies an unlikely ally comes to rescue but why?

Let me know what you guys think and if you want a part 2. Thanks for all the love. 😊

Ari's dad Cole owed some money to Solo but he blew it all at the casino and Ari had no idea. One day Ari was walking home from work with her headphones on listening to music and she didn't notice a black van driving behind her slowly or hear multiple footsteps coming up behind her until it was too late. Solo sneaks up behind her with ease and puts a rag up to her mouth and as she struggles she breathes in the chloroform and passes out. Solo and Tama put her in the van and close the door. As they drive to the bloodline mansion Solo looks at the others and says

" well, that should make Cole pay attention she's gonna tell us where he keeps his money and if she doesn't then we'll beat it out of her." He laughs

" Yeah, she probably wouldn't even put up a fight weak little thing." Tama says

" Yeah this is gonna be fun." Tonga says with a smirk on his face

Jacob says nothing and just stares at Ari and he looks at her with almost a guiltily expression on his face even though she cant see it. He just continues to stare at her until the van pulls up outside of the mansion. Tama puts Ari over his shoulder and carries her to the basement where he ties her up. Solo looks at everyone and says

" now we wait for the bitch to wake up. "

Ari wakes up and is attempting to get a good view of her surroundings. She feels that she is bound at her wrists and ankles and she begins to panick. She screams

" HELP HELP SOMEONE HELP."

" Help, Nah little girl nobody is gonna help you, you are stuck here until your dear old daddy gives us back our money." Solo says smirking

Ari finally regains her sight and sees 4 men standing in front of her. Two look identical, one has blonde and black hair and the other has dread like hair but he is not standing directly in front of her he is off to the side in the corner not really engaging. She gathers the courage and says

" I don't know what the hell you are talking about my dad doesn't owe you any money. "

" Ha, you bitch just tell us where the money is and nothing bad will happen to you." Tama says getting closer to Ari.

" I honestly don't know who you are and what my dad does with you guys." Ari says

" Wrong answer" Tonga says

Before Ari can realize what is happening Tama and Tonga are on her hitting, punching and kicking. She screams

" STOP STOP I don't know okay. "

They do not stop though they go on beating her for about 15 minutes. When they Finally pull away Ari's body is littered with bruises and she is bleeding from multiple places.

Solo steps forward pleased with their handiwork. He roughly grabs Ari's chin making her look up at him and he says

" Well, are you gonna give it up now, just tell us where the money is and we might let you go." He smirks

" I don't know where the money is, I don't know what you are talking about." Ari says weakly.

" you know something and you will tell me eventually we might just have to beat you like this everyday until you crack." Solo says

Ari is about to speak again but before she can Solo punches her with force causing her to pass out.

Solo, Tama and Tonga look at Ari's motionless body and smirk as they walk upstairs. Solo stops though looks at Jacob and says

"Are you not goanna have your fun with her."

" No, I'll have my fun later" Jacob says

" Okay, take your time." Solo says as he walks upstairs to meet the Tongans.

Jacob looks at Ari's motionless form frowns and cuts her bindings loose. He then gently cleans the blood off of her and tends to her other wounds. When he is finished he kisses her forehead gently and whispers.

" I promise I will get you out of here."

Ari had been here a week and true to his word Solo along with Tama and Tonga beat her everyday hoping she would talk. Ari did not talk though because she truly did not know anything. Today was the worst beating Ari had received. She has bruises and scrapes all over her body and it just keeps getting worse. They beat her so bad her ribs were sore and she was coughing up blood. They looked down at her and Solo says

" You should know if you dont talk tomorrow you're dead bitch."

He kicks your ribs one last time before him and the Tongans walk upstairs. Ari lays there on the floor writhing in pain and coughing up blood when she hears the basement door open and Jacob walks in. Ari is scared that Jacob will snap and finish her off she cowers in fear and croaks out.

" If you are gonna hurt me just do it."

Jacob says nothing he walks over to her slowly and says

" I am not gonna hurt you, I wanna help you get out of here you just have to trust me."

" Okay" Ari says

Jacob gingerly helps Ari up and whispers to her.

" The others are out of the house when we leave I will take you someplace safe okay."

"Okay" Ari says

Jacob carefully gets Ari into a car and takes her to a safehouse that is three hours away from the mansion in a secluded area. When they arrive Jacob takes her inside and sits her down on the couch and goes to get a first aid kit. When he returns he looks at Ari and says

" Okay I am gonna clean your wounds it might hurt a little but I will be gentle."

Ari just nods as Jacob begins to gently clean her wounds. When he is finished he looks at her and says

" Does that feel better?"

" Yes, thank you, Can i ask you something." Ari says

" Yeah, you can ask me anything Ari." Jacob says

" Why did you save me and betray your family." Ari ask quietly .

" Because, I care about you okay." Jacob says nervously.

"why do you care about me nobody ever has." Ari says quietly

Jacob gently makes Ari look into his eyes and says

" Ari, You didn't deserve anything that they put you through, you deserve good things and I wanna give you that Ari I….."

" You what Jacob." Ari asks

" I love you Ari" Jacob says

to be continued possibly.

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[bloodlinesbabe93]

Alright y’all voted so here’s Chapter 1 of my bloodline poly fic

Chapter 1

I had been busy backstage, not only helping produce matches, but also make sure that everything ran smoothly.

"Hey Elle, you're needed in the bloodline's locker room," one of the other producers says

I walk down the long hallway and knock on the door before walking in. Several of the boys were sitting around playing games.

"Hey Elle," they say, pausing their game and looking up at me.

"I was told that you guys needed me for something,"

"Have a seat Elle," Jimmy says

"Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?"

"Not at all, we just want you to relax so we can talk," Jey says

"What do you want to talk about?"

"We want to date you," Tama says

"We?" I ask

"Solo, Jacob, Me, Jimmy, Tama and Loa," Jey says

I laugh at first before realizing how serious they were.

"We're serious Elle," Jimmy says

"Why me?"

"Well you're beautiful, and we've all had feelings for you for a while now," Solo finishes quietly, his gaze steady on mine.

I blink, my heart racing. The room feels smaller somehow, warmer — or maybe that's just the heat rising to my cheeks.

Loa leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. "You always look out for everyone. Backstage, in life. We see it.”

Jacob shrugs, offering a small, almost shy smile. "And we want to take care of you too. If you'll let us."

I swallow hard, glancing from face to face — each of them serious, hopeful. My mind spins, but somewhere deep down, something settles. Like maybe, just maybe, this is where I'm meant to be.

"I... I don't even know what to say," I admit, my voice soft.

"Say you'll think about it," Jey says gently. "No pressure, Elle. We just needed you to know."

And for the first time in a long time, I let myself smile — really smile. "Okay. I'll think about it."

Tama leans back, a grin spreading across his face now that I've said I'll think about it. "That's all we're asking, Elle. No rush. No weirdness. Just... let it sit with you."

Jimmy nudges Jey with his elbow. "Told you she wouldn't bolt."

I shake my head, half-laughing, still trying to catch up with my own thoughts. "You guys... you caught me way off guard. I mean, I come in here thinking you need help with a promo or a match segment, and instead you—"

"Drop a bomb on you?" Solo says, his voice low but warm. "Yeah. We know."

Loa folds his arms, watching me carefully. "But this ain't just some thing to us, Elle. We're serious. We're not asking you for a fling. We want something real. All of us do."

The room falls quiet again, the weight of his words hanging in the air. And I can feel it—their sincerity, the way they're waiting on me, giving me space.

"How is this going to work?" I ask after a few minutes of silence

"Each relationship is separate and goes at your pace," Jey says

"But what about jealousy?"

"We've talked about that too, Elle. We're human sure, there might be moments. But this isn't about ego for us. It's about you. And we're committed to keeping it healthy."

Jimmy nods, his expression serious now. "If anyone starts feeling some type of way, we talk it out. No hiding it. No letting it fester. We're brothers — we've been through too much together to let jealousy ruin something good."

Tama adds, his tone softer, more thoughtful, "We all know what we're signing up for. We want this because we trust each other and because we trust you. You won't be stuck in the middle, Elle. We won't put that on you."

I sit there, processing, my heart full of questions but also something steadier now. Like maybe they really have thought this through. Like maybe I'm not as alone in this as I feared.

"Okay," I say softly. "I'll try."

Their smiles, those quiet, relieved smiles said everything.

“How about after the show tonight, we take you out for dinner?” Jey says

“Sounds good, I’ll meet you back here after the show,”

Once the show finally ended, and I had changed back into my comfortable clothes, I walked back to their locker room. They were sitting on the benches, staring at their phones, obviously waiting for me.

“Hey pretty girl, ready to go?” Solo says

I nod, “Sorry, had to finish up a few last minute things before I could leave,”

“It’s fine baby girl. We know you’re busy,” Jimmy adds.

My heart fluttered at him calling me baby girl. I felt seen, safe, loved.

The cold air stung my face as we walked to the cars. I tried not to let on how cold i was

But of course, they noticed.

“Cold?” Jey asks

I nod, my teeth beginning to chatter,”Freezing,”

Solo didn't say a word just shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The warmth of his body and smell of his cologne enveloped me.

"You're going to get cold, Solo,”

“I'll be fine. We're almost to the car," he says

Jey opened the car door for me, while Jimmy took my bag and loaded it in the trunk

I sat in the back seat between with Solo. Jey and Jimmy sat up front. Jacob, Tama, and Loa followed closely behind in their car.

We drove through quiet streets, city lights glowing around us lighting up the snow as it fell softly.

Soon we pulled up to a small Pizza restaurant. Jey parks the car and we get out into the frigid cold air once again.

Solo wraps his arm around my waist as we walk toward the building. We walked inside, the earth of the restaurant felt welcoming

We walked over to the round booth. And I slid in first, being stuck with three boys on each side of me. The boys stared at menus looking at different toppings and discussion what they were going to get.

I sat quietly, deciding if I wanted to get a pizza or a salad.

“What do you want to eat Elle?” Tama asks

“Uh... I don't know. What do you guys usually get?"

Jimmy smirked. "Nah, don't do that. We want you to be happy too,”

"You guys can get whatever you want. I'm pretty plain when it comes to pizza toppings."

"What do you consider plain?" Solo asks

"Extra cheese and bacon,"

Jimmy laughed softly, shaking his head. "Extra cheese and bacon? That's your plain?"

I shrugged, a little shy under their focus. "Yeah... I like simple stuff."

Solo's lips tugged into the faintest smile, the kind that made my heart skip a beat. "That actually sounds good," he said quietly.

I smile, "I'll share some if you want,"

"Nah I'm not going to steal your food," he says

The waitress comes by and everyone orders what they want. I decided on a small pizza and a side salad, so I could get the best of both worlds.

When she walked off, Jimmy leaned back, arms stretched along the back of the booth. "See? Now we've all got what we want. No one has to share anything."

Solo glanced down at me, voice soft. "But thanks for offering, Elle."

The drinks came first, a few of the boys got a beer, but i decided on a Coke Zero. I took a sip and pushed it back, trying to save the rest for dinner.

The table filled with easy talk. They joked about moments from the night Jey teasing Jimmy about nearly tripping on the ramp and Loa swearing he'd carried the team during the tag match.

When the food arrived, the smell alone made my mouth water. The server set the pizzas down, Plates of wings and garlic knots followed, everything steaming and fresh. She handed me my salad last, I smile up at her as the boys thank her.

"Here you go, Elle," Jey said, sliding my pizza closest to me.

I grabbed a slice, the cheese stretching as I lifted it and put it on my plate. I drizzled a small bit of ranch on my salad, before putting the bottle back in the middle of the table.

The table fell into a happy rhythm of eating and chatting. Between bites, Tama offered me a garlic knot, grinning when I accepted. I finally picked up my pizza slice and took a bite.

"You want ranch Elle?" Loa asks,

I shake my head, "No thanks,"

The boys audibly gasp, "You don't like Ranch?" Jey asks

"Not really, only on my salad,"

Jey leaned toward me, eyes wide like I'd just confessed a crime. "Not really? Elle, you're breaking my heart over here."

Jimmy set down his slice, holding a hand to his chest in mock pain. "How do you eat pizza without ranch? That's like... against the rules!"

Tama shook his head, grinning. "Nah, let her be. More for us." He grabbed the ranch bottle and poured a little extra on his plate like he was proving a point.

Loa laughed, nudging me gently. "You're lucky we like you. This could've been a deal-breaker."

Solo, quiet as always, just smirked. "She doesn't need ranch. Pizza's good enough on its own." His voice was low, but the way he said it made my heart race a little.

I laughed, wiping my fingers on a napkin. "I didn't realize ranch was this serious."

"It is when you're with us," Jey said, but he was grinning, no real heat behind it.

Dinner slowed down as everyone leaned back, full and satisfied. The plates were nearly empty — just a few crusts, bones from the wings, and smears of sauce left behind. Jimmy let out a long sigh, rubbing his stomach.

"Alright... that hit the spot," he said, grinning.

Tama wiped his hands on a napkin. "Best meal after a show, no question."

I smiled, feeling warm and content not just from the food, but from the way the night had unfolded. Easy. Comfortable. Like this was where I was meant to be.

Everyone paid for their meals, with Solo picking up mine before I had the chance to even look at it

"I got yours," he said quietly, meeting my eyes with that calm, steady look.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he shook his head gently. "No arguments. Consider it a thank you for being here tonight."

I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the food or the room — something quieter, deeper.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome," he says

We headed out into the cool night, the cold air waking me up after the cozy warmth of the restaurant.

The drive back to the hotel was quieter, that good kind of quiet that comes when everyone's happy and tired. The city lights blurred by, and before long, we were pulling into the hotel lot.

"You want to room with me tonight Elle?" Solo asks

"Sure, but no funny business,"

"We go at your pace remember? Worst thing I'm going to do is cuddle you," he says

I felt my cheeks heat, but somehow, his words only made me feel safe like I could breathe easier.

"Alright," I said softly. "Cuddling sounds nice."

He gave me that small, knowing smile and gently took my bag from me, carrying it like it was nothing. We walked toward the elevators together.

We stepped into the elevator, the soft hum filling the silence as the doors slid shut. I stood close to Solo, feeling the warmth of him next to me, his presence steady and calming. He didn't say anything, just glanced down at me with that quiet look of his — the one that said everything without needing words.

The ride up was quick, and when we reached his floor, he led the way down the hall. His hand brushed mine for just a second not on purpose, but it sent a little jolt through me all the same.

When we reached his room, he opened the door and stepped aside so I could go in first. The room was simple but comfortable a king bed, soft lighting, the faint scent of his cologne still in the air from earlier.

Solo set my bag down near the chair. "You want the bathroom first?" he asked

"Sure, thanks." I grabbed my things and slipped inside to change, my heart still racing a little, though I wasn't nervous. When I came out, he'd already changed too — into shorts with no shirt on. He looked relaxed.

He got up and went into the bathroom for his turn to get ready for bed

I pulled back the blankets and climbed into bed first. Once he came out, he slid in beside me, careful, slow, like he didn't want to startle me.

True to his word, the worst thing he did was pull me gently into his arms, his body warm against mine, his breath soft at my ear.

"Goodnight, Elle," he murmured.

And with his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek, I felt safe. Maybe safer than I had in a long time.

[lov3-from-loserlane]

Thank you for giving us cringe MCs, I fear too many people focus on the angst forgetting is...well... teenagers lmao. Not that what Qiu and Tama are going through isn't valid but is like they're dealing with very normal teen emotions in a very teen manner and, it is kinda cringe because 14 year olds are cringe. Am I making sense in this ? I fear I'm not lmao but anyways

thank you for delivering 🙏, I need more cringe olnf posts in my life

You are making so much sense, don’t even worry about it.

And THANK YOU ^_^

jeez you guyzzzz, you have got to stop being so nice to me or I fear it will go straight to my head 🤭

But I mean yeah, it’s kind of cathartic in a way? Not to sound pretentious about my method of enjoying this visual novel in my head or anything, how could I ever hahahha. Me? Pretentious???

But yeah, I mean I lived this life. OLNF is very relatable to me, so now that I’m older and can look upon my incredibly embarrassing 14-year-old experience more fondly, I love incorporating that kinda stuff into what I do. It’s just a lot of fun. And I mean, I’m fr just scratching the surface here with that one post in full honesty, I plan to make even more silly artwork on the subject 😼 I have like a note where I brainstorm stuff for when I get more time and it’s constantly growing. (It gets worse). (I reread my diary from when I was 13-15 😬)

But I mean, I can’t say I don’t also have my mind on the angst. Just so far only privately and in DMs for those who have asked. But it’s like you said, what Qiu and Tamarack are going through is so valid but so quintessential to the early teen experience, so it is inherently kind of cringe. But in a really good and real way and I love it for that. So, I’d like to at some point tackle the part of the venn diagram where “angst” and “cringe” meet.

I dunno, I’d definitely like to write a fic at some point too ^_^ I used to write them all the time when I was, get this, ✨14 years old✨ but I haven’t really completed one since 2019.

But as if I haven’t said enough already, thanks again 😌💗 it really means a lot to me, all you guys in the our life fandom are so so awesome!! Truly, it’s outstanding. I love being part of this community <3

[jstarr86]

Part 1 of 2 maybe a three idk yet

He was so hot but so off limits. I knew my friends would probably literally kill me for crossing that line especially given the current situation. I’d been watching their segment, as they annihilated anyone in their way. The way his body looked every time he’d jerk the shirt off, it should be illegal to look like that. I was walking down the hall honestly not paying attention to where I was going just I needed to not be so glued to the tv especially when I needed to focus on my match

“Umph.” I grunted hitting something and struggling to stay on two feet when a pair of warm hands firmly gripped my waist keeping me standing. I heard a growl and my eyes shot up my eyes meeting angry brown before quickly trailing over the three other men finally landing on Solo. My eyes darting back to the one in front of me, him; Tama. “Shit I’m sorry.” I said looking at him glancing back at Solo who was silently watching us. Loa just quiet and Jacob looked ready to murder me at a words notice. “Sorry Solo.”

“Athena, Athena.” He lowly chuckled. “Funny running into you.”

“Not sure how almost busting my ass is funny but thanks.” Tama growled and Jacob moved but Solo stopped him with holding his hand up

“You should be thanking me for catching you.” My eyes went back to his brown ones. Pools of deep chocolate with gold flakes his voice low and it sent a shiver down my spine and pooled between my legs that I tried not to show.

“Thanks for catching me Prince Charming.” I replied making him smirk and chuckle.

“You talk to them.” Solo interrupted. I knew he was talking about his brothers. They were some of my closest friends, Naomi being one of my best friends. I worked with the bloodline early on before an injury pulled me away from the story.

“I talk to plenty of people.”

“You know who I mean.” I didn’t respond “Athena.”

“Boy don’t raise you’re voice at me like I’m some dog I’m not the one.”

“Excuse you.” Tama growled out

“You heard me pretty boy.” I looked to Solo. “Who I speak with is irrelevant. Side note though good to see you coming into your own and doing more than brooding and beating people up least you’re calling the shots this time, well I guess.”

“What’s that mean.”

“You really the one in charge or is someone pulling the strings behind the scenes, maybe DJ.”

“I’m the tribal chief.”

“Ok.”

“Athena watch it you’re pushing it.”

“Wasn’t she with yall, what you on they side.”

“I’m on no one side but my own so you can stop growling at me like a dog thinking it’s going to intimidate me, does he need a treat.” I said looking back to Solo as Loa chuckled at his brother.

“You’re pushing my limits.”

“Yeah I’m good at that. I have been pushing buttons how long I mean cmon let’s not act like you’re cousin wasn’t slightly excited I got injured. I’m pretty sure I annoyed Roman to no end.” I walked off pausing by Jacob “killer moonsault by the way.” Walking off I rounded the corner exhaling “shit.” I muttered softly. I wasn’t expecting that and I think if I’d been anyone else I’d be a heap in the floor right now. We had house shows and I made my way to my car but felt eyes on me. The new bloodline staring I finger waved and got in my car. The hotel I checked in showered and changed. I went to the vending machine grabbing a drink and some ice I heard something and looked over my shoulder stopping as I saw him. He was slightly intimidating the way his eyes trailed over me. Like a lion stalking a gazelle. I went to leave the small area when his hand shot out touching my hip stopping me and almost making me drop everything as his warm hand met skin. My eyes shooting to his dark ones my eyes glanced down to his lips and back. Before I could comprehend his lips were on mine causing me to gasp and drop the bucket of ice but he pulled back catching it. He took my hand pulling me “where are.”

“Shhh.” He said holding his finger to his lips. “What room are you?”

“632.”

“Give me your card.” I raised my eyebrow but handed him the card as he unlocked the door. Walking in he put the bucket on the table before grabbing me again and kissing me my hand flying to his face. He could kiss I’d give his ass that. I slid his hands down my body gripping my ass firmly as he lifted me in his arms my back hit the wall as I pulled my lips back but he just started kissing my neck making me moan out as he hit my spot, I felt his lips curl into a smirk against my skin

“You really shouldn’t walk around looking like this late at night, you never know what kinda creep is lurking.” He softly spoke his whispered words sending a shiver through my body. The tiny shorts and sports bra not doing much but I never expected anyone let alone him. I didn’t respond the smart ass retort dying on my lips as he tugged the top down mouth on my breast in an instant as I gasped. I could feel how hard he was and swallowed thickly his lips met mine again igniting an inferno. I pulled his shirt off and he let me down looking me over before tugging my top off. He picked me back up laying me on the bed as his kisses trailed my lips and down my body like lava. I bit my lip trying to hide the effect he was having on me but he paused at my stomach looking up at me.

“Don’t hide those pretty little moans. Let me hear you.” He tugged my shorts off smirking his eyes meeting mine. “Naughty, no underwear.”

“Oh shut-fuck.” My retort cutting off into a moan as his mouth met my body. Tongue sneaking out as he groaned.

“Fuck your taste better than I thought you would.”

“Tama.”

“Yeah that’s my name baby, you gonna get real used to it leaving that pretty little mouth of yours.” His hands gripped my hips holding me as he totally devoured me. My body arching off the bed my hands on his head. He held me down not letting me move as he took his time driving me insane. When his fingers joined the party expertly curling into my gspot I came moaning his name. He stood back tugging his shorts and boxers off my eyes trailing his body, a small smirk crossing my face as my eyes went back to his him wearing a smirk. He was definitely packing. I sat up on my knees leaning towards the edge of the bed cautiously meeting his eyes. I slid my hand over his impressive length before my mouth followed, his hand immediately meeting the back of my head as a low moan left his lips. I could feel him twitch when his fingers curled into my hair a bit tighter and he pulled me back. He kissed me slightly passionately a bit more than I expected he harshly squeezed my ass making me gasp as he slid his tounge in my mouth asserting dominance a bit faster than I’d had liked but damn he was making me feel some type of way he gently pushed my shoulder and I laid down as he pulled my legs sliding me down the bed “I’m gonna ruin you.”

“You can try, I don’t break very easy.” He smirked darkly before easing into me my eyes slightly widening at the stretch

“Hmm wonder who made you this wet, tight as fuck.” He pushed the back of my thighs opening me wider as his thrust roughened my nails scrapping down his back. His thrust powerful like he was trying to brand me with his dick so I’d feel it long after we were done “You look so good taking my dick.”

“Mmm god.” I moaned my head back his lips hopefully not leaving marks.

“Not god baby. Just me.”

“Tama.”

“You gonna cum princess. Mmm common my dick.” His hand trailed down my body pinching my nipple before going south rubbing rough circles in my clit as I gasped a moan cumming. He pulled out as I whined as he smirked smacking thigh “brat, don’t worry pretty I’m no where near done with your gorgeous little ass roll over.” My face buried in the bed as he entered me again. My fingers curling around the sheets. This angle he was hitting my gspot with each thirsts making me thankful my face was in the comforter as moans poured from my lips he smacked my ass his other hand sliding up my back and into my hair pulling my head up. “Nah let me hear you. Shit.” He grunted

“Mm Tama.” He smacked my ass again as I moaned

“Mmm my lil freak.”

“You feel so good.”

“So do you, this my pussy now.”

“Fuck.”

“Aint it.”

“Yesss.” I moaned. “I’m fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“I got you cum for me beautiful, give me that pussy.”

“Tama!” I barely registered him growling out my name as he ground into me. “Holy shit.” He chuckled against my shoulder pressing a kiss into the back of it. He slowly pulled out as he let me all but collapse on my bed. He walked into my bathroom and came back a few minutes later chuckling. He laid next to me pulling me into his arms the last thing I felt was a kiss to my head. I woke up the next morning alone and if it wasn’t for the ache between my legs I’d had thought it was all a fucked up dream. I grabbed clothes and took a shower washing off my body. I smelled like him, I don’t know what happened but holy fuck. I walked out shrieking as I saw him sitting at the table. Dressed in all black

“What the fuck.”

“Brought your ass breakfast. Shit got half a mind to be late and rip all that off, you look good.”

“Thanks.” I muttered “you too.”

“My number is in your phone. I'll hit you up later.”

“How’d you get my phone unlocked.”

“Don’t worry about it beautiful, I got my ways.”

“Thanks for breakfast.”

“Welcome. I’ll hit you up later aight.”

“What exactly is your plan. If Solo thinks he can-“

“Woah woah it ain’t like that, shit they ain’t even know I came here.”

“If you got some-“

“I don’t chill your ass out.”

“Excuse-“ I was cut off as he pressed his lips to mine. “Mmm” I let out as he pulled back chuckling

“I think you like me shutting you up princess.”

“If is like that I might not complain too much.” I sighed “you know I’m friends with-“

“Yeah the sorry excuse of a Bloodline I know.”

“Hey.”

“Shit you should join the good side the winning side the real side-“

“The dark side.”

“Mhmmm.”

“I’m not in this. Shit they would freak if they knew we are crossing a line.”

“Fuck that line.”

“We shouldn’t be crossing that they are my friends, I shouldn’t be crossing that line.”

“Well we already crossed it princess, all night long.”

“Now what?”

“For your sake we don’t let anyone know we crossed it, for now.”

“Solo is gonna kill you.”

“What he don’t know won’t hurt him. I’ll see you later.” He kissed my head walking out. I watched the door shut sighing I turned hearing my phone my breath hitching as I saw the name Jey I opened the text

“We chillin after the show”

“Whose we”

Me you and Jimmy and Naomi, by the way Roman said dinner after the show Friday he misses you

He never calls

Man he only hits up when he needs something or it’s important or a holiday

lol fine

And aye be safe

What you mean

I heard lil bro an em was messing with you the other day

Nah and I always do later

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Torao Mido - RabbiTube mini Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator. If you come across any mistakes, feel free to let me know and I will make the necessary corrections.

Momo: Yamato, Torao, good work~! The RabbiMini project was fun, wasn't it? 🥺

Torao Mido: It sure was. I even gained valuable insights into portraying a delinquent from both of you.

Yamato Nikaido: Good work today. That makes it sound like we’re the perfect examples of delinquents or something lol

Torao Mido: Are you not?

Yamato Nikaido: Of course we're not! We're the dazzling idols of the moment, right?

Momo: It's funny when Yamato says it lolol

Momo: Oh, right! I got some info from Haruka. He said Utsugi-san did the dance from our RabbiMini video!!

Momo: Is this true?! 🕺🎶

Torao Mido: Yeah.

Torao Mido: I was watching the video with Touma in the green room when out of nowhere Utsugi-san said, "I can dance too," and that's how it all unfolded.

Momo: No way!! I want to see that so bad 😆🔥 What was it like!?

Torao Mido: For some reason, his moves were surprisingly sharp, and he was pretty skilled. Haruka and Minami came back to the green room while he was still dancing

Torao Mido: They were like, "This is kind of gross." I felt a bit sorry for him...

Yamato Nikaido: Isn't his playful side a bit too strong for someone with such a cool appearance?

Torao Mido: He seemed quite satisfied when he went, "It seems the body always remembers."

Momo: Could he be an experienced dancer??

Torao Mido: No, apparently when he was younger, he was often forced to dance at drinking parties by his superiors.

Torao Mido: He said it helps in building favorable human relations, so he learned it earnestly.

Yamato Nikaido: Ah... Well, I guess being able to liven up a drinking party would make you popular with the old geezers...

Momo: So he acquired his dancing skills through such circumstances...

Momo: I can't help but feel an affinity... towards Utsugi-san...

Torao Mido: Affinity?

Momo:

Momo:

Momo: Oh, also!!! The IDOLiSH7 members really enjoyed our RabbiMini too!!! (*'ω'*) ✨

Momo: Mitsuki sent me a video~!

Yamato Nikaido: Ah, the glaring game! The one where I competed against Nagi

Torao Mido: What on earth? What kind of game is that...?

Yamato Nikaido: It's a game where you stare each other down and the first one to look away loses!

Yamato Nikaido: Since I was up against Nagi, it felt like it would never end lol

Momo: Nagi does seem really strong lololol

Yamato Nikaido: It went on for so long that it probably looked like we were having an actual fight, so Tama got fed up.

Yamato Nikaido: He suddenly wedged himself between us, we burst out laughing, and were forced to end it there

Momo: Awww!! Cute!! So pure!! Momo-chan's gonna protect him from all evil~~ 💪😭

Torao Mido: Does Sougo participate in this glaring down stuff too...?

Yamato Nikaido: Sou did it while jutting his jaw out, I think. His portrayal of an outlaw was outdated lol

Torao Mido: Sougo.....

Torao Mido: You guys really have him doing some crazy stuff, huh, IDOLiSH7...

Torao Mido: If you get stared down by the Osaka family, you won't survive in this industry, you know. I could never play such a terrifying game.

Momo: Wait, was Torao always this cute...?

Yamato Nikaido: If Mido had that attribute added to him on top of everything else, nobody would stand a chance...

Torao Mido: I don't know what you're talking about but dial it back a bit.

Momo:

Momo: Should I try playing this game with Yuki? (〃ﾉдﾉ)

Yamato Nikaido: Momo-san, can you even handle being stared at by Yuki-san?

Momo: Yeah, not a chance.

Momo: I wouldn't even last a second.

Torao Mido: The way this person suddenly regained his composure...

Momo: Torao, you should try playing against someone too! Are you alone right now?

Torao Mido: No, I'm with Haruka in the green room. He's eating some kind of sweet bread while looking at his phone.

Yamato Nikaido: Oh, why don't you try it with him then? It might actually be fun.

Torao Mido: Compete with Haruka?

Torao Mido: I'm not interested in challenging him to a game where the outcome is already obvious

Torao Mido: I can't afford to make Haruka cry before the recording

Yamato Nikaido: Mido, you didn't even know how to move like a delinquent at first; you were at the level where you were moving both arms and legs at the same time, but now you're so confident!

Momo: You were just waddling away like a penguin +.(≧∀≦)ﾟ+.ﾟ Yuki liked that scene too!!

Torao Mido: Oi

Torao Mido: You showed it to him?!

Torao Mido: It's absolutely horrifying to think that video is saved inside Re:vale's Momo-san’s phone. Delete it

Yamato Nikaido: Wow, I just learnt some great news!! Maybe Yuki-san has taken a liking to you!? Man, I'm glad!!!!

Torao Mido: What are you so happy for?

Torao Mido: Also, what's with the "strutting with your shoulders raised high" thing? Isn't it hard to walk like that?

Yamato Nikaido: It's not too bad. All things considered, you actually managed to pull it off in the end!

Torao Mido: Of course I did. Who do you think I am?

Momo: Now why don't you try showing Haruka the fruits of your labor? 😍

Torao Mido: Fine. I'll take the bait

Torao Mido: Wait here.

Yamato Nikaido:

Momo:

Yamato Nikaido: Who do you think will win?

Momo: Hmmmmmm..... Like Yuki, Torao is quite gentle, even if they're both gentle in different ways

Momo: So maybe I'll go with Haruka? 🥺

Yamato Nikaido: You may be right. He did turn out to be a pretty sincere guy after getting to know him

Torao Mido: Sorry to keep you waiting.

Momo: Welcome back!

Yamato Nikaido: How did it go?

Torao Mido: He gave me eye drops and that was it.

Torao Mido: He said, "If your eyes are dry, just say so with your mouth instead of silently pleading with your eyes."

Momo:

Yamato Nikaido: Eye-... eye drops... lol

Momo: How is this even possible?! Isn't Haruka way too cute!?

Torao Mido: And when I said it wasn't because my eyes were dry, he thought I wanted some of his bread next.

Torao Mido: He said, "I can give you a piece if you really want some." Do I really seem like someone who would snatch food away from Haruka while he's happily enjoying it?

Momo: Maybe your gaze seemed like you were longing for his bread? lolol

Yamato Nikaido: ŹOOĻ's potential... honestly, I underestimated it.

Torao Mido: This wasn't the plan at all

Momo: Even though your glare was so intense in our RabbiMini 😎💥

Yamato Nikaido: But I guess you can't help but go easy against your members

Torao Mido: It seems it was too early for me to act like a delinquent. Show me how it's done again, you two.

Torao Mido: Nikaido's intimidating "You wanna go!?" line, and

Torao Mido: Momo-san's "What did you just say, bastard?" line, accompanied by his piercing gaze — you guys were more menacing than any guys I've seen around.

Momo:

Torao Mido:

Yamato Nikaido: No, no, seriously, I was panicking deep down because I wasn't used to acting like this! Not to mention, Mido is huge, and Momo-san is older than me.

Momo: What are you saying!

Momo: Momo-chan has never spoken in such a harsh tone before, so I was nervous!

Torao Mido: Really now? Well, I'll just leave it at that

Momo:

Yamato Nikaido: We tried to tease Mido, but it ended up backfiring

Momo: Gosh, now we have no choice but to go out for drinks to clear up this misunderstanding! We haven't had our wrap-up party yet either!! 🍻

Yamato Nikaido: I agree. We should, especially so I can show you that I'm the kind of human who can't even kill a mosquito.

Torao Mido: Sure, I'll keep my schedule open. Having drinks with you two doesn't sound so bad.

Momo:

Yamato Nikaido:

Torao Mido:

The End.