#you can bet I'm fist fighting god the first chance I get

[sho-moo]

Ah yes, exactly what the franchise was missing giving Pokémon the license to Ķ͕̭̔ͪ́ͣi̵̤̝̖̱̼͑ͫḻ̬̺̘̟̝̓̒̃ͥ͜l̝̹̬̳͙̽͐ͯ͠

[robinofinashiro]

"wait, are the tears good tears?"

characters/fandom: gyro zeppeli / jjba

request status/note: closed / god the CHOKEHOLD gyro fucking zeppeli has on me at the moment is insane but n e way, if this is bad, ik i'm trying my best okay lmaooo

pronouns: she / her

"fuck you!" you yelled at johnny as the two of you started to fist fight each other without actually landing the punches. you went in for a punch but because gyro had made his way in, the squeak of his glasses on his hat made johnny turn to welcome his best friend only for you to land an actual punch on his arm.

johnny groaned in pain as you smiled at gyro, "hey zeppeli, what're you up too?" you asked as you sat down next to him, still giggling at the way johnny moved his arm to make it stop hurting.

"oh my god, it's diego," you whispered as your eyes widened. gyro and johnny stared at you confused, "why's that an issue?" johnny asked. you saw the smirk diego had on his face and stared at gyro, grabbing his hands and internally pleading that he went along with you.

"hey diego," you whispered. you noticed hot pants standing next to him, her pink hair shining brightly, "oh so it was true. you're dating....him?" you stared at gyro who was now piecing your quick idea together. johnny on the other hand remained quiet, wanting to see how this played out, "yeah, is that an issue?" gyro replied quiet but deadly.

you sighed in relief as diego scoffed in disbelief.

"you really went for the second place jockey? kind of embarrassing, isn't it?" gyro chuckled knowing that all diego was trying to do was get under his skin, "i came in first place in the last three races and you've ranked third in the last six months so it's safe to say that it's you who's been placing second."

johnny who was now laughing could see the rage filling diego's eyes.

"it's no secret that the zeppeli's are known to buy their way into first place," this time it was you who looked at diego in the eye, "still mad because i've denied you each time you've asked me out? i really can't believe that hot pants really was your second choice. like come on, she can do better."

she rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. you gave johnny a look indicating that all three of you should head out before the argument got anymore heated. gyro gave diego one final look before making his way out, you and johnny trailing behind.

once you knew that diego nor hot pants could hear you, you screamed into the empty stable, scaring a few horses in the process. gyro and johnny stayed quiet as you tried to calm yourself down. every time you had to forcefully interact with diego, it never ended on a good note.

"so, when did the couple get together?" johnny asked jokingly. "if god gave me one chance to just want squeeze diego's neck until there's liquid coming out i think i'd be the happiest girl on earth," johnny stared at you mortified, not exactly knowing how to respond to such a statement, "he's so fucking annoying that i think i genuinely lose braincells every time i speak to him."

"what happened?" gyro asked, "i thought the two of you were on civil terms?" you shook your head, "the short of it is that we were in the stables one night. as i was heading out, i heard him talking with funny valentine as strange as it was and he placed a bet with funny that he could get me into bed with him before the end of the month. i confronted him on it and he tried to deny it but i thought he was being genuine about his feelings towards me and it kind of hurt to find out that he really only saw me as someone to get his dick wet."

gyro felt rage overcome him as you let out a deep sigh, "the race that both you and johnny are in is the same race i'm apart of and hot pants is one of the competitors and if i lose against her, i don't think i could ever show my face around here again," you groaned as you hit your head purposely against the wooden stable.

"since when were you scared of hot pants? she hasn't been in the top three since she joined our division? there's no reason why you need to worry about not winning against her," johnny replied. gyro snapped his fingers, "i'm going to snap his neck myself."

before you and johnny comprehend what was going on, you noticed gyro practically marching to diego with every intention of hurting him.

"wait, when i said that, i didn't mean it literally! calm down!" you screamed as you tried holding him back. johnny trying his best grabbed gyro by the leg and shoved him to ground, "listen! you get nothing out of disqualifying yourself from the race. if you're that upset about what he said about you, show him out on the track."

johnny could tell that this was more than what diego had told him, "what is wrong with you!" johnny whispered to gyro as you went back into the stables to grab your things along with theirs, "diego is a piece of shit, that's what!" he replied. johnny shook his head, "there's more than that. diego has said worse things about you and you've never been this angry about it. what's the actual issue here?"

gyro let out a frustrated sigh, not really feeling like this was the place to be admitting everything he's felt about you since you first met.

"i like her okay?" johnny's mouth fell open as he double checked to see that you weren't approaching them yet, "if you say a word about this, i swear i'll come for your brother next. i've liked her since we've first met and hearing what that bumbling idiot said got to me."

"we met her three years ago and you're admitting to this now?" johnny screamed. gyro punched johnny on the arm in an attempt to get him to quiet down, "well i haven't exactly had any chance to tell her!" he replied. johnny was in pure disbelief, not believing that gyro held feelings for you for nearly four years and not mentioning it even once.

"i got a text from one of the competitors just now. there's about twenty-seven reporters in the front." one thing they knew about you was that you hated media attention and when there were tons of reporters waiting to rush you with on sight interviews, "and there's no back exit."

gyro and johnny stared at each other for a moment.

"i got an idea"

you didn't say anything as you trailed behind johnny and gyro. the second gyro opened the doors to the front office, the cameras and reporters ran to all of you. gyro pulled his arm around you and practically shoved the two of you through the crowd.

"any questions will be answered come tomorrow. we appreciate the love from you and all the fans but we have to head home and get ourselves together!" gyro told them as fast as he could before slamming the doors shut. you laughed knowing that tomorrows headlines would read that all of you were being snotty and not wanting to speak to the media.

it wasn't a secret that the three of you were close friends, regardless of the competition on the track and who came out on top. there was hardly any heavy feelings whenever johnny or gyro lost against each other which is something you admired about the two best friends.

"johnny has a ride. need one?" gyro asked in hopes that you did, "sure. i was going to walk but i realized i'm too lazy to walk a mile back home." gyro rolled his eyes playfully as he pulled you onto his back, "well, hold on!" he said before practically sprinting towards his car that was on the other side of the parking lot.

"lets get you home before you're locked out."

+

the morning came a bit quicker than you wanted but as soon as you looked to the clock, you realized that you needed to be at the race track before they disqualified you for not being there on time.

you pulled your uniform out of the closet, quickly pulling it on, "nervous?" you sister asked. you nodded as she handed you an iced coffee, "don't be. the only competition is hot pants and remember, she's never won a competition in her life. you have and that's all there is to it."

you nodded, taking her advice and making sure you didn't over think the entire competition. you knew that you'd know the results of the race between diego, johnny, and gyro when you arrived to the track and you were hoping that gyro or johnny came out on first place.

your entire family packed themselves in the car as you decided to walk your way to the stables. getting in a walk before a big competition usually calmed your mind and it was easy to get in your head when it felt like thousands of voices were speaking to you at one time.

"gyro won his first race of the year!" one of your friends screamed as she ran towards you. you let out a sigh of relief, "johnny came in second, funny was in third, and diego place sixth! he didn't even rank!" she continued.

you let out a belting laugh as you noticed gyro speaking to the reporters who were asking him a million and one questions.

"gyro!" you screamed from the front entrance of the stable. he perked up at the sound of your voice and dropped the microphone to run to you, "congrats champ! you did it!" you congratulated him. he brought you in a for a bone crushing hug, "now it's your turn! hot pants has been freaking out for the last hour and it seems like she might shit her pants from how scared she is."

you brought him in for another hug, not caring if any of the reporters captured a photo of it, "i'm scared," you whispered into his shoulder. gyro grabbed you by the wrist and brought you to a more secluded part of the stables.

"stop, don't let those idiots get into your brain. you know what you are and how you rank. the only reason why hot pants is even here is because the other competitors was caught cheating," gyro said eerily close to your face, "i know but it's still anyones game. she's been having diego train her."

"and he placed sixth in this round. i don't think he gave her that much of an advantage darling," gyro slipped off the glasses on his hat and placed them on your forehead, messing up your hair a bit, "take these. they've been in my family for years and they bring good omens to us."

"gyro, i couldn't, these are an heir loom," you tried to say but gyro cut you off, "if you don't take them i swear i'll switch your horse out."

you took the glasses off and placed them on your head more comfortably as you heard the horn going off indicating that all of you were due to head onto the track. you gave gyro one final look of nervousness and went to your stable to grab your horse.

gyro eventually met up with johnny who had reserved a seat to watch your race in the front row, "gave her your glasses?" johnny asked. gyro nodded, "you're whipped zeppeli."

you were in the middle, between another competitor and hot pants who was taunting you under her breath. you tried to remember gyro's words of encouragement as the ring go off and you immediately pulled yourself to the first place lead. you stared at the track in front of you, the track becoming the only thing you were focused on.

"come on! stay in first!" gyro screamed over the railing, "don't let that pink haired bitch get in your way!" johnny continued.

you clutched gyro's glasses in your hand as you noticed the finish line approaching. you heard hot pant's voice screaming from behind you but as you felt yourself becoming less focused on the track in front of you, you realized you crossed the finish line first.

"oh my god! you won!" you heard a fan in the crowd say. your eyes widened in realization, "i won!" you screamed as you got off your horse and running your family and tackling them. they immediately embraced you, screaming in joy that you had came in first.

you pulled yourself back as you felt a part of arms wrapping around you. you knew gyro's arms from anywhere and let him hug you, "we did it! we came in first! we're going to kentucky!" you screamed with tears in your eyes. he nodded as he tried to wipe the tears coming down your face.

"wait, are the tears good tears?" he asked, "of course they are! gyro, we're going to fucking kentucky!" you yelled again. he let out a laugh as he tried to wipe your tears without smudging your makeup.

gyro noticed the look on johnny's face and finally decided to bite the bullet. he pulled away from the hug and gave you the most surprising and unexpected kiss. you let gyro continue as you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened it.

"diego and hot pants? no, gyro and ( your name )," he whispered in your ear. you rolled your eyes playfully and stared at the cameras as they handed you your trophy, "smile," you whispered back into his ear as he brought his own trophy out and the two of you held them up in the air with joy.

[rcksmith]

The Agreement part.2 — Kaz Brekker

Resume/Masterlist

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings of series: Convenience/arranged marriage, swearing, mention of fight, mention of death, mention of desire, fluff, sensual, mention of post-traumatic stress.

Warnings of chapter: swearing.

Word count: 4k

A/N: I hope you guys like.💖

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closet. Love you ❤️

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“What?!” Your exclamation came out louder than intended, and perhaps sharper than expected.

The salty sea breeze came through the window once more. The smell of salt and ocean invaded the room and for a second it felt like being in a ship's cabin at sea.

Kaz looked at you as if you were some child. Or someone deaf. But if he was swimming in acidic thoughts, he didn't say them.

"Think carefully." His voice was firm and explicit, the ones men use to convince women of something. “You want freedom, don't you? Live your life without having to fulfill a man's whims or your father's expectations. You wants to be able to snow on a ship without having a date to go back and make your own destiny. You want just needing to care what new adventure knocks on your door and what promise of wonders life awaits. It is not?"

How did he figure it out so well in such a short time? Was he too shrewd or were you too transparent?

You nodded, unable to say anything. Perhaps out of perplexity at how Kaz read you so easily. Or maybe the way he looked like an overpoweringly beautiful fallen angel in the moonlight.

“And the only way to do that is to get married.”

You frowned. “As I recall, Brekker, I came here just so I wouldn't have to get married.”

“And it's a stupid plan.” God, you wanted to kill him. “You asked me to have the Dregs take you to the harbor without your father's spies noticing. But it turns out your father's spies already know you're here.”

Your breath was lost somewhere between lungs and nose.

“Since you arrived, the noise from the Crow Club downstairs has become less shrill. And this is not typical criminal behavior. Either they have adopted good manners or someone they know they should fear has joined the Club.” Kaz sat more relaxed in the armchair behind his desk, his dark blue eyes locked on you. “I would bet on the second option.”

“So I came here for nothing?” You were starting to get angry at his beating around the bush. Because you knew it was manipulation. Brekker was laying the groundwork and you understood that.

“I did not say that. Turns out you can never get rid of your father. Not when he's a man with the purchasing power able to buy an entire country. There will always be someone who will recognize you, someone who will find you. And for the right price, the whole world is capable of being bribed. You would run away only to be chased by other spies, other people wanting the reward your father will give to whoever brings you back home.”

Very early on, you realized that Kaz Brekker was capable of crushing dreams as easily as crushing an insect. His destructive power was colossal and you saw all of your desires floating under his palm. Waiting just for him to brutally clench his fist and crush them.

But that's not what he did.

“You'll only get what you want if you follow his orders.” The breeze came through the window once more, ruffling her charcoal hair. “But if you can't defeat your enemies, change the rules of the game.”

“And is that where marriage to you comes in?”

“See it.” His body leaned very gently across the table towards you, it was a millimeter and ridiculous gesture, but it felt like him standing a breath away from you. “What you need is to get married. But marrying someone who doesn't give a damn about what you're going to do, and don’t have expectations of you. Someone who is not interested in home life, family life or Any other things you can offer other than money.”

Any other things you can offer. The night breeze this time was accompanied by an impure, almost obscene scene of the fallen angel in front of you on a bed of black duvets and caustic weather. A moment when the ends of his black hair brushed your forehead and your nose, moving back and forth as followed the rhythm of his hips and…

The sea breeze was gone, taking the obscene image with it and bringing back your common sense. For a second you wondered where that came from! You hadn't been in his presence for more than two hours and the entire compilation of what it was like Kaz Brekker, so far, had frightened you and attracted you in an absurdly dangerous way.

"And are that you came, I suppose." You hoped your voice couldn't give away your impure thoughts from seconds ago. “Do you want us to form an alliance where you receive my dowry and in return I am free from my father's demands and can do as I please with my freedom?"

“Alliance is a very strong term for what we are doing here.” He was succinct, “I would tell you to look at this as a business transaction. A marriage document is still just a piece of paper. And nothing else. Don't get carried away by sentimentalism. Things only have feelings if you want them to.”

Kaz was right, you knew that. For all your belief in true love and the many books romance novels you devoured, you still understood that a marriage could very well be seen as a business translation. It are a sad, cold way to see something so beautiful, but it still true.

“I have no interest in anything other than your dowry and you have no interest other than freedom. So what I'm proposing is something very sensible and objective. When we get married, your father will set you free, and you won't have any husband to please or any other crap. I don't want and don't expect anything from you, I don't care if you're sailing to Ravka or venturing on The Fold.”

“Do you want the money out of greed or despair?”

Kaz took a second to get a better look at you after that sneaky question. You had asked the correct question amid so many banalities and he realized that you were more cunning than you looked.

If he wanted to know your secrets, you also wanted to know his.

“A bit of both.” He was sincere.

“And what do you intend to do with my father's industries? Because you would win them too. And any misdirection could end up reducing my father's empire to nothing, and I don't want him to see the thing he loves most in ruins.”

Brekker heard the feelings in your voice. There was a hidden pang of hurt, but a lot of determination and honesty. You loved your father and understood him, even if you didn't agree with his principles. You had a fair and upright nature and were able to move mountains to get things done the way you thought was right. That was a red flag for Kaz. You were a good person. And he not.

He could never promise you things that go back to a good guy. But he could promise you honesty and justice. Kaz Brekker would never take something from someone the way it was taken from him so many years ago. He was a monster. But never in the same category as Pekka.

“I have no interest in having an empire doomed to fail.” His eyes were serious. “My motivation has always been greed. Why would I sink the company that is capable of making me such a rich man?”

He would have to be an idiot to let such a lucrative business go. And Kaz Brekker was anything but an idiot.

“Would you let me do anything I want?”

“I have no interest in what you don't or do.”

You hesitated for a second, as if remembering another detail. “My father doesn't believe in divorce, and even if he did, I would be pressured to remarry. Do you understand that we couldn't divorce?”

“I have no desire to marry again. And you might as well get other men you want without making a fuss, without your father finding out.” Always rational and objective. Without any inclination to the heart's desires. “There is no room in this world for feelings. Much less in this agreement. If you fall in love with someone you will have to be content with just relating to them, not getting married. And it seems like a small price to pay for so many benefits.”

It was the perfect plan. Did you know that. It was rational, objective and cunning. Something advantageous for both without costing too much. But why did you feel that something could go very wrong? You were a romantic person and you knew you could see things where they didn't exist. The truth was, you would have to leave your heart completely out of the picture.

Just a business transaction.

Brekker seemed to see a hint of hesitation in your eyes.

“It's very simple, Ms. Y/L/N.” That voice that gave you goose bumps hovered in front of you. “You marry me and you still have your freedom, because I don't give a damn about what you do after.”

“20 million from Kruges. Rich.” his eyes gleamed with a deep glow.

“And how do I know this isn't a trick?”

“I don't promise lies.” His firm face was serious “I won't give you happiness, Y/n. Much less love. Love doesn't exist in Kerch. But I will give you freedom, independence, a comfortable life that you are accustomed. And it seems to be much more than you have now.”

You knew you could be making a deal with the devil. Selling your soul to that man with the face of a fallen angel and the aura of Lucifer. But what choice did you have?

You couldn't go back if you sealed that deal. That man would be bound whit you, even by a piece of paper, for a lifetime. Was it worth the price? You didn't care for your father's press to want to be in the management and you had a lot more money than twenty million Kruges. What would you be missing? Your chance to marry one day whit someone you came to love? But if you came home without someone one day from now your father would marry you to a gargoyle. And the way out to flee no longer seemed a viable option.

Yes, it was worth it.

Seeming to see from the glint in your eyes that you've made a decision, Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, reached out a leather-gloved hand toward you. His eyes sparkled with a mysterious spark, the scent of male cologne with a hint of danger lurking around the room. And for a moment, you felt a shiver go up your spine and the feeling that your life had just begun.

“Agree to marry me?” He said.

The feeling was that you were about to embark on the greatest adventure of your life. You didn't know what that little stunt with Kaz Brekker awaited you. But you would find out.

“Yes.” You took his hand in a firm, intense handshake that held a million secrets.

A satisfied, victorious smile came to his lips. And whenever Kaz gave him that expression, it felt like seeing the fallen angel that was the reason so many humans sinned. The clouds in the sky shifted, moving out of the moon's path and making the distilled rays of light shimmer more brightly. His black hair and white skin were graced with those bundles, and for a second his beauty was overwhelming.

You held your breath.

Brekker continued to say something, but you couldn't pay attention. Your heart began to race, the moonlight following in his footsteps as Kaz got up from his chair and went to fetch some papers from across the room. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. His body was taller and thinner than you deduced when he was sitting down. Kaz had long, slender legs beneath black straight-cut pants, his chest was broad and his waist was narrow. For a second, you felt like running your hand over the contours of his body.

You shifted your attention forward abruptly. Focusing eyes on something else.

That was the curse of handsome men. They fooled women and made them daydream. With his underworld god beauty and mysterious aura with a touch of danger, Kaz Brekker was overwhelmingly attractive. And your blood reacted to that. Any woman would have reacted the same way.

“And we'll have to leave tomorrow morning…” he sat opposite you again.

“Sorry, what?”

You turned your attention to his words, not remembering half of what he said seconds ago. Kaz looked at you intently this time, squinting his eyes millimetrically, as if he was trying to guess which paths your mind had wandered in for the past two minutes.

“Your deadline is the day after tomorrow, isn't it?”

"Yes." You got back to the core of the problem once more. “The trip to my house takes a few hours. Half a day if it's raining.”

Kaz had his eyes on the papers in his hands, maybe they were maps or documents, but you didn't feel like craning your neck to see what it was. Leaning over to view the papers meant getting closer to Brekker, and two hours in his presence was enough for you to understand that nothing good would happen if you got any closer. Or maybe you didn't trust your own feelings and emotions.

“This will have to be done very discreetly.” He didn't look up from his papers. “If any rumors about our deal reach the wrong people, your father will hear about our plan. And that meant you will being forced to marry someone else, and me without my money. Does anyone know you're here because you planned to run away?”

You shook your head. “No. I didn't get to tell my friends. But now that the plan is different, I intend to tell a friend that…”

“You can't tell anyone.” Kaz lifted ocean blue eyes to you in an electrifying look that made you shiver.

“And what is supposed to say to my friends?” You felt a pang of indignation.

“That we are in love.”

This time, your breath was gone. The phrase was like pouring gasoline on an old, flammable woodpile. And you were afraid of what might be the match that would set off a fire.

Kaz noticed your reaction and was amused by it. “Just say some nonsense about falling in love with a criminal. It wouldn't be the first time a rich little girl has fallen in love with the bad guy, and I guarantee it won't be the last.”

“And you won't tell anyone about the truth too?” You wanted to change the focus you.

“I don't have to answer to anyone.”

This time you gave a smug smile and crossed your arms in an insolent gesture. “So everyone will think the infamous Kaz Brekker, Dirty Handes and Ketterdam's most dangerous gangster is in love with a rich little girl?”

Kaz narrowed his eyes at your teasing.

“It won't be the first time that the man with a bad temper and dangerous soul falls in love with the little girl. And I'm sure it won't be the last.” You said.

You were provocative, witty and stubborn. You would always hit at the same height and loved to show people that could very well play their game. Brekker unraveled this perfectly. You weren't the kind of woman who would be peaceful, serene, and calm. You wouldn't be like Inej. You would not take his orders and his taunts in silent, contained rage. You were intense. And that was a danger.

Why did he get the feeling you were so much more than he imagined?

“Let's go to your house tomorrow morning. Nine in the morning.” He changed the subject. “I'll go with you and we'll get married.”

"My father must be preparing everything by now." You sighed. “He takes his promises very seriously and I have no doubt that, when I returns, the ceremony scene will be set in the party garden.”

Partly you were relieved about it now. Planning a ceremony are intense and personal. You never really thought about getting married, but you always imagined that if one day it happened it would be the man of your dreams. And you didn't know if you would want to organize a fake wedding. There were certain things that were inevitable to keep the heart from breaking.

“Better yet, the faster the better.”

The two of you discussed some more details of the plan in the next few hours. It was agreed that Kaz would pick you up at nine from your hotel tomorrow, in an elegant hired carriage (which you obviously would be paying for) and the two of you would go to your house in Kerch. For all intents and for all people, the truth would be that the two of you were in love. It was such a typical cliché that it wouldn't be the least bit hard to believe.

And after a while, you two could already show yourself to the world as a couple who barely saw each other. Rich society was full of them: marriage with coldness and distance, where the man has his bets and lovers and the woman her travels and her jewelry. Your father would surely understand and leave you alone. After all, he had gotten a son-in-law to inherit his empire. A young son-in-law with blood for business who would make your father extremely satisfied. However, now the two of you had to look like a couple in love. And the reality of the situation was a secret that only the two of you would take with you to the tomb.

But, that night it was difficult for you to sleep. Anxiety, restlessness and fear gnawed at you like cunning mice, rolling you from side to side in bed, whispering in your ears millions of futures where everything could go wrong. Where not even Kaz Brekker's plans could free you from the clutches of one of your father's suitors.

When the clock struck seven in the morning, you jumped out of bed with unsettling, restless energy. You didn't like feeling helpless and waiting for Brekker to show up was exactly the definition of a princess in trouble. You had to do something.

- -

“What do you mean to get married?!” Jesper choked on his breakfast, and Nina nearly spit out all her orange juice.

Kaz rolled his eyes and continued sorting through the documents on the large round table. He was going to be gone for a few days at most and needed the people he trusted most to take care of business while he was gone. There were a lot of robberies to do and Kaz spent the night crafting and modifying plans for options where he wasn't involved. He had made a list of what needed to be checked at ports and what needed to be resupplied at Crow clube.

The plan was to marry you when they arrived in Kerch and return to Crow Club the next day. Kaz knew he would have to bring you, the two of you would have to stay together until your dowry was delivered to him. After that you could go on any adventure you wanted.

But dealing with the Crows was being more exasperating than Kaz could have expected.

"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend!" Wylan was in shock.

"Nobody knew!" Nina and Inej had their chins on the floor. Matthias was the only one who didn't seem to care so much.

"I didn't know the affairs of my private life were your business." Kaz didn't look up from the papers he kept in folders for the stupid ones.

"But you never said anything." Inej said.

"It was the intention."

"It's with Y/n, isn't it?" Jesper had bright eyes and a gleeful gambling smile stretched across his lips.

Kaz looked up at the boy with chocolate creamy skin, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“She spent hours in yours office last night.”

"Oh my Santis!" Inej, Nina and Wylan exclaimed at once, eyes wide.

"The daughter of the richest man in Kerch." Wylan said.

"YOUR DOG!" Jesper clapped Kaz on the shoulder with an open palm, a loud laugh echoing and joy filling his voice.

Kaz suppressed the urge to look at the spot where Jesper had touched him. It had been years since he'd gotten over the most brutal aversion to touch, when the mere thought of getting close to someone made him tingle and dizzy with imminent fainting. At 28 years old, Kaz Brekker had proven to be greater than the demons and weaknesses that haunted him, wanting to see his downfall. A man who wanted to defeat Pekka could have no weaknesses. And he prided himself on almost have none of them.

However, offhand gestures made him look at the spot where he had been touched. The sensation brought was not unbearable or nauseating, but strange. And when the situation was skin to skin in a touch that caught him off guard, the feeling was unpleasant. Like a splinter under the skin.

It was easier with people Kaz felt comfortable with, but it wasn't something he cared about. He forced himself to overcome the most brutal aversion just to be a man without weaknesses, no chance of being defeated in a torture, no chance of being defeated by a faint. No for to touch someon.

“I thought you didn't know her in person when I warned you yesterday.” Inej tried to contain her little smile.

“It was the intention. You guys forgot the definition of secret…”

"Boss." One of the employees had entered that exclusive room. "There's someone here wanting to talk to you, Sir." He looked apprehensive.

Kaz frowned. The crow club had no movement at eight in the morning.

"Who is?"

"I think…"

"Will you please let me through!" The female voice sounded outside the room.

Jesper and the rest of the gang were wide-eyed, mouths opening in amusement and bewilderment. Kaz was catatonic. What the fucking hell were you doing there?!

"What do you mean I can't talk to your boss?!" And you continued. “I spoke to him yesterday...Don't give me these arguments, my dad tells his employees to tell people exactly that...I swear if you touch out about me again I will...”

"Fucking hell!" Kaz came out from behind the counter, crossing the living room and opening the door.

He came face to with that scene. A short girl who argued with a bouncer who was triple her height and size. Kaz knew the man was arrogant and macho, and had probably nudged your temper. He would have been amused by the scene if he wasn't abgry that you didn't follow his explicit rules.

“Ray.” Kaz glanced at the bouncer, a steady gaze that made the brute immediately back away from you.

You even gave the man an angry look before heading towards Kaz.

"What are you doing here?!" He whispered angrily.

"I couldn't wait." You wiggled your fingers, a tic of anxiety. “I could barely sleep. It was lucky I didn't show up at six in the morning.”

“That's not excuses. We have a schedule!"

“But I couldn't wait!" You whispered too. “It's visseral. I can't just sit there and wait!”

What an insufferable creature!

"Well, you'll have to learn because…!"

"What are you two whispering back there? “ Jesper's voice interrupted the discussion in whispers.

The two of you turned to the troupe standing in the doorway of the Crow room. Playful, mischievous smiles were plastered across their faces, and you felt your cheeks blush. Kaz and you looked at each other, and in that second of silent complicity, the two of you finally stepped into the roles of partners in crime.

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Fifth Day of Christmas...

Trope: Snowed in (NSFW) Relationship: Goliath x Human Word Count: 7,808

Swords clash in a symphony within the Mid-lands woods. The Goliaths have come from the mountains to ambush our camp. We never assumed we wouldn't be safe, especially with winter coming. Who would have guessed the Goliaths would be so bold as to challenge an incoming blizzard just to slaughter a few of us. It's truly too bold, too stupid.

I look out at the cluster of people, the Goliaths standing high. It's clear we have the number advantage, but they have strength. Men and women surround a single giant just to be beaten away with a single blow. It's ridiculous. The cold bites at my lungs as I charge into battle, joining two others attempting to befall the seven-foot man.

Together we swipe and swing at the revolting beast, aiming low in hopes of knocking him down. One soldier gets a jab in as the goliath blocks a blow from another. We both take the chance to cut at the knees. The goliath falls to a kneel, growling in frustration before swinging wide and knocking the other two away. I manage to stumble back into the cold dirt. Attempting to get back to my feet I see the goliath has beaten me to it, standing above the two fallen soldiers with a triumphed sneer. He reels back, aiming for the closest one. With a fatal swoop, he befalls the first one, spilling their blood to the dirt below.

I can't be shocked anymore, the sight an unforgettable one. It's almost numbing now. I quickly stand, gripping my sword in a harsh grip. The goliath reels his arm back for another blow to the woman at his feet. Working on pure adrenaline I launch at him, digging my shoulder into the wound on his side. The goliath cries out, pushing me aside as he cradles the bleeding wound. I don't let him get an edge, doing what I can to get him away from the injured soldier still laying at his feet. Stomping towards him I kick my leg high, digging my booted heel into the cut on the back of his knee. He falls to a kneel once more.

"You petulant worm," he snarls, reaching out for me. I try to step back, failing as he grabs my heel. He drags me towards him, standing to dangle me headfirst above the ground. My sword falls from my grip, hitting the dirt with a soft thud. I can't pay it any mind as this behemoth pulls me higher in the air. Not bothering to think I do the first thing I can. The wound on his side catches my attention. I drag my fist bag, launching it towards his side for a quick jab.

He wails again, dropping me harshly to the floor. My shoulder pops as the dirt gives no resistance. I watch the man stumble, breathing heavily as he clenches his side. Our eyes meet for just a moment, a few flurries dancing between us. I don't take the time to listen to whatever hateful words he wishes to spit my way. I can see the bloodlust and fury in his eyes, I am his sole target now and nothing is going to stop him.

I shuffle off the floor quickly, trying to look for my sword before the man can react. He swings for me, growling like a beast as he does. I stumble back, still having no sight of my sword. At his next attempt at my life, I give up the search. Knowing the losing battle before me I do what a soldier should never do. I run.

Twisting away I book it away from the fight, running through the tree with the cold air stabbing at my lungs. A voice screams 'coward' in my head but my will to live is stronger. I hear mighty footsteps follow me, calling out with grotesque promises. I don't make it far till I'm knocked on my stomach, my shoulder throbbing with the impact and weight. I'm twisted to my back, the man hovering above with a sadistic grin and sneer of pain. I can feel his blood dripping onto my clothes, the only warmth to be found in these woods.

"I have you now," he grabs at my throat," such a poltroon to run from battle." his fingers dig into my neck, choking me easily. I scratch at his arm, pry at his finger, reach for his face. Nothing works, the corners of my eyes darkening. With a last-ditch effort, I writhe and kick, aiming for anything to get some leverage. I don't want to die, please don't let me die here alone.

I kick at his hip, him wincing a bit. With that last bit of focus, I jab the toe of my boot into his side, blessing the fallen soldier for the well-aimed wound. He barks out a cry of pain, his fingers loosening enough for me to take a greedy gulp of biting air. I kick again, screaming a war cry as I push him off. It's a feat in its self to get him off.

I roll onto all fours, breathing hard to get the black dots out of my vision. Coughing while he wheezes, it's the only moment we have. Getting to my feet first I look over to him, he's kneeling by a decline. I take a few wobbly steps towards him, exhausted at this point. He looks up to me, trying to get to his feet with an angry growl. I'm surprised he makes it, walking on equally uneasy legs.

"I'm going to enjoy spilling your blood, little human," he seethes," it has become my right."

"Shut up," I pant.

With the last bit of energy, I have I run to him. I thud against his stomach, grab at his knees, and dig my nails into his still bleeding wound. He falls back, taking me with him. His back takes the brunt of our weight, me being launched off as he tumbles backward. We roll and skip down the steep incline of the hill, hitting every rock, root, and tree to be found. My shoulder aches as do other parts of my body. As my head meets a rather pointed rock do I wish for death.

A groan breaks through my haze. I open my eyes, looking up to trees and fat snowdrops. A few land on my lashes, my eyes flickering shut. I feel like shit. My body is throbbing, my view rather fuzzy, and my fingers numb. Another groan catches my attention, coming from above me. I tilt my head back, looking at the man trying to sit up. I startle at the blue marking curling down his bald head. My stomach lurches as I launch upwards, barely getting to my feet with the small amount of energy I have left. I know once I'm somewhere safe I'll be down for the count.

"Worms, all of you," the man whimpers," bested by a worm, me?" I watch him pathetically try to move. He looks worse than I feel, his side leaking life into the frosty debris below. The wound has grown since I last remember, stretching over his stomach. He tries to sit up, clenching his hands in the dirt, and seething every attempt.

He finally just lays there, looking at me with such disgust. I nearly feel nothing at the sight, just numb to this whole experience. He will die soon, bleeding out or freezing from the elements. I may do just the same, looking to the unclimbable incline and empty woods. Perhaps I could be so lucky to find shelter somewhere, a journey that may cost me much. I sigh.

"retched, the lot of you," he spits," may the gods damn you to the foulest parts of hell. To have your inners stood across miles. Be cursed for what you have done to me today!" it's almost sad to watch him like this. The final words of a dying man.

"Shut up," I look around some more. My best bet is to just start walking, look for some shelter. If the gods could bless me today. I start walking. The man curses and snarls at me, shouting his last bit of distraught like a pathetic animal. I walk on.

It isn't long until I come across a cabin, boarded up for the winter. It's promising. I walk up to the nailed in planks, reaching out to attempt to pry them. My shoulder screams in protest, as I do I. cradling my arm I look to the door. I can't get in. I look to the windows, they too are boarded. This close to shelter and I'm left to perish.

In the distance, I can still hear the shouts of the stubborn man. Surely he was to die by now. I shake my head, admiring his strength even in death. Thinking of a plan I circling the building, finding nothing but stacks of firewood resting against the side.

"Bollocks," I grumble. I'm not strong enough to get in…but someone else might.

I snap my head in the direction of the insolent man. Could he help me get in? no, he is too wounded. But if I treat said wounds, maybe he could be of some use? Would he be strong enough though? I cry out in frustration. It seems it's the only chance I have. Why not spend my last few hours with an enemy?

I hobble back towards the hill, hearing the man before spotting him. He is left exactly where he started. It seems he hasn't tried to make any progress. His head snaps to me, baring his teeth as I near.

"Come to finish me off, human," he barks.

"If I help you, do you think you can pry out some nailed boards before we freeze to death," I ask, not bothering to waste any time. He scoffs, turning away.

"Why should I accept help from you? Do I offer my assistance just for you to stab me in the back the first chance you get," he asks, sounding awfully stupid. I'll let myself think it’s the lack of blood causing his idiotic suggestion.

"Wouldn't you rather take that than dying in the dirt like a forgotten man," I ask, shivering as a breeze flows by.

"I rather die with my honor than betray my kind to help you," he barks a laugh," I'm faithful to my people unlike you, you poltroon scum-."

"Shut up," I interrupt," pride on the shelf, help or don’t?"

He glares at me, fingers clenching and unclenching at his side. The offering was rather nice in my opinion, even if the lack of trust is there. For now, I need him and he needs me, let's not make it more complicated than that.

"Fine," he grunts," if you can help then so will I."

I don't bother with words, collapsing to my knee with a wince beside him. The minimal supplies I have attached to my person is unceremoniously dropped to the ground. I don't bother cleaning his wound, taking a small amount of time to wrap it instead. He groans and whimpers like a child, nearly reaching for me to stop. I ignore him, stuffing wrapped bandages against his side before covering it all with wrapping. I hope the pressure is enough to forgo any more blood loss on the way to the cabin. I just need him strong enough to pull some wood, nothing more.

I'm little to no help getting him off the ground. I try to tug him up with my good arm but the jostling runs to the other anyway. He manages mostly on his own to get up, standing on his own two feet. His hand covers his side and he stumbles onward.

We walk like a bunch of drunks towards the cabin, nearly collapsing as we stop at the door. I watch as he easily pries the boards off the door, ripping them off as easily as ripping paper. With the wood cast aside, he opens the door and walks in. I follow after, annoyed at the equally cold interior.

"I'm going to get a fire started, you can rest for a bit. You have done enough," I say as I rub at my arms. I look around the room, spotting the heath with stacks of wood on the side. Before I can even take a step there I heard a loud thud. I jump, looking towards the goliath in fear. To my surprise he isn't standing, having collapsed on the ground.

I sigh," I thank you for your help but if you die in the middle of the room I'm going to be pissed."

That night was the longest in my life. Nearly getting killed in battle, then nearly dying from exposure, and now trying to start a fire with a broken shoulder. Hauling the wood was a challenge in itself, now trying to spark the flint. I would give anything to be able to roll over and rest but there is still much to be done.

I start a fire, warming myself for a bit before searching around the cabin. Finding a bedroom with blankets and a kitchen with jarred food. I send praise to the gods above. I drag all the linen to the main room, making two cots for the goliath and myself. I don't bother trying to drag him closer to the fire, exhausting all my courtesy towards him. Wrapping him in a blanket after checking his wounds is all I can bother within one night.

With my vision tunneling, I lay down in my cot and take a well-earned rest.

I startle awake the next morning when I catch the Goliath watching me sleep. His gaze is contemplative, to my surprise, but still rather brutish. I stare at him as he stares at me, not sure what his mood is this morning.

"you didn't kill me," he starts bluntly.

"That I did not," I answer.

"Why," he demands.

"it would not have benefitted me," I snuggle further into the warmth of the blanket.

He huffs," didn't think killing your enemy before they get the chance to kill isn't beneficial?"

"depends," I shrug," are you planning on killing me?"

He regards me for a few moments, his jaw ticking," No."

The goliath begins to stand, looking steadier than last night. His blood-soaked shirt is stiff and ripped. He takes a large step towards me, I flinch. Though I reluctantly trust his words, the years of fighting have left much ingrained. The recoil jostles my shoulder, making me bite back a whimper.

"Hurt," he asks, walking around me towards the fire. I can't pay him any mind as I breathe through the pain that has worsened from last night. Rolling onto my back I try all I can to remain still, the throbbing starting anew.

"I asked you a question," the goliath growls.

"Yes," I bark.

He chuckles," good. I'd hate to be the only one." I glare at his back. Slurs begin to roll towards my lips but I hold them back. Though he was near death before, I am in more pain now.

I hear the goliath poking at the fire, throwing another log in before stomping towards me. On reflex, I flinch, wincing again. He crouches down beside me, grabbing at my arm and jerking me upright. I spit out a curse, whimpering like a child. His meaty fingers poke and prod till I'm near tears.

"Stop," I shout. He glares, taking his hands off me.

"it's dislocated," he sneers," it has to be popped back into place." he reaches for me again, I twist away.

"Don't you fucking touch me," I snarl, shuffling farther and farther away from him. He remains kneeling by the cot, scoffing at my departure.

"Fine," he slaps his hands to his thighs," deal with it yourself."

I watch him trot off somewhere out of sight, stomping all the while. His heavy steps echo around the cabin, shaking the walls a bit. I'm impressed he hasn't knocked some of the decorations off the walls. Hell, I'm impressed he can stand up straight without hitting his head. I hear some clanking of glass, telling me of his location. With him out of the room, I breathe easy.

My arm makes me feel useless and I try to keep busy. Sorting out supplies and checking the fire becomes tedious with one arm. I take to looking at the piling snow outside, it already reaching around a foot high. Even without the blizzard out there, I had no intentions of leaving, it seems neither did the goliath as he licks his wounds in the main bedroom. We keep to ourselves most of the day, him coming back as the day grows to night. Even then he remains in the farthest corner from me. Not that I mind, keep the brute away less we break this unsteady truce.

I try to head to the cot, struggling to lay down with every angle hurting my shoulder. I try to bite back whimpers, not letting him get the satisfaction of hearing them. The hardwood is uncomfortable, so much so that I consider going to the bedroom to sleep on the mattress. The threat of freezing keeps me where I am.

I wiggle around enough that the goliath lets out an annoyed sigh," if you would let me pop it into place then you would have a better time getting comfortable."

"Piss off," I grumble.

He huffs again," you humans are too damn stubborn for your own good. I'm sure this war would have been dealt with years ago if your people would stop acting like children."

I scoff under my breath, not falling for the bait. He continues anyway.

"I'm tempted to see how long you'll keep use of your arm. With us snowed in I'm sure you won't last till the sun melts it all. As weak as you all are I'm nearly impressed with your resilience to help. At this point I believe killing you would be a mercy as amputation would get you dropped from service," he rambles on. I never knew goliaths could be so mouthy, saying nothing of importance in a conversation. He grates on my nerves till the pain of hearing him is worse than the pain in my shoulder. His constant insults nearly make me consider taking my chances outside.

As he goes on his next spiel I sit up, glaring at him as I stand. With a stubborn amount of determination, I charge at the nearest wall, slamming my shoulder against it. A loud pop echoes around the room, silencing the annoying goliath. I wheeze against the wall, panting hard as I slide down to the floor. Tears roll down my cheeks as a sob wracks over my body. My whole arm throbs, telling me of my success and idiocrasy.

I look to the goliath, blowing a loose strand of hair out of my face. He looks surprised, then impressed. It's short-lived though as he looks down at the sword he is fiddling with, having found it on the wall.

"It seems humans are stupid above all else," he mumbles. I huff, thunking my head against the wall.

The silence begins to bug me as the days go on. After his baiting, he hasn't said much else. During the day he sticks to the bedroom, coming back to the main room at night. I try to keep busy, running out of things to do besides count rations and look out at the white landscape. The fire has been kept lit all day, our woodpile beginning to run low. I know there is a large stack outside but the idea of going out there chills me to the bone. At some point I'm going to have to, that thought keeps me busy.

We sit in our cots one night, staring off into space.

"Our fire is going to die before the snow melts," he says casually. I lazily look at him, watching him look to the heath. The glow of the fire gives him a beautiful glow, lighting his markings like a painting.

"there's some chopped wood outside," I answer. He nods.

"I'll retrieve some tomorrow morning, give it enough time to dry out," he states.

"no," I glare at him," I'll grab it, you can't be trying to get your giant self through that snow. Besides, you can reopen your cut lifting those logs."

He glares back," like you can do any better with your arm?"

I sit up," I can do better than you getting through the snow. So what I lack in strength I make up in time."

"by the gods woman," he shouts," can you cease your insolence for one day? Your fire is admirable but it will get you killed. You will rest, do I make myself clear?"

His scolding demand boils my blood. Who does he think he is making such commands? I'm not his to push around or control.

"No, you don't. I will go out there with or without your permission because you aren't my father or commander," I shout. I nearly get up to grab the wood that second, my ire demanding action.

"This is the thing with you humans, we try to do something kind and you basically spit in our faces," he slaps his hands on his thigh," there is no more discussion, I will get the wood in the morning."

"No, you-," he interrupts me.

"End of discussion, now go to bed," he scolds. Before I can say anything more, he rolls over in his cot. I want to scream in frustration, feeling like a child at this moment. Reluctantly I roll over and go to bed as well, fuming as I do.

I aim to wake up early, sneaking out before he can wake up. He still rests in his cot as I roll out of mine. I smile in victory as I make my way to the door. Wrapping my blanket around myself I head out to start the mission of carving a path through the snow. As I reach for the handle the door swings open, forcing me back a step.

"Morning," the goliath greets me, holding an armful of wet wood. I scowl up at him, blowing a stray hair out of my face. He snickers, walking past and setting the wood down by the hearth.

"How'd you wake up before me," I throw the blanket down in my cot. He organizes the already large stack of wood, spacing them out to dry faster.

"Your snoring kept me up, I was already awake," he shrugs.

I sulk, dropping back in my bedding with arms crossed. He looks over his shoulder, laughing as he catches sight of my scowl.

Today he actually spends time in the main room, warming up by the fire and checking on the wood. Minimal words are exchanged but still better than before. The reluctant truce feels less reluctant now.

Night falls and the logs still aren't dry. The small amount we have left can barely keep the fire blazing through the night. We both stare at the hearth.

"We can bundle up more," I offer.

"There aren't any more blankets," he says.

"We can lay closer to the fire, that might help," I try. The idea of freezing during the night isn't an ideal one. The small fire could keep us warm, but just barely. We can try to use the wet wood but it risks snuffing out the flame we already have. I can't think of much else to do.

"we're going to have to huddle for warmth," he sighs. I snap my head towards him, confused by the suggestion.

"Huddle for warmth? Like, share a cot," I ask. He nods. "Well, that's definitely out of the question," I shut him down.

"excuse me," he barks," why is that?"

"I'm not going to share a cot with you. Not even a few days ago you tried killing me, cursing my name to the gods in hopes that they will gut me and spread my entrails for miles," I shake my head," so no, I don't trust you."

"so, you trust that I won't kill you in your sleep but sharing a cot is where you draw the line," he asks, a smile curling his lips. I glare up at him, not appreciating his tone.

"It wasn't like I had a choice," I snide back.

He grins," it's not like you have much of a choice now, too."

I squint at him," you're enjoying this aren't you?"

"not at all," he fights back his smile," having to cuddle up next to my enemy isn't the highlight of my week."

"then it's settled," I clap my hands," we don't share a bed and we just risk the chance of freezing. I love it, glad we're on the same page." I stand up to walk away. He snatches my hand, tugging me back to the floor.

"No, not agreed. I can swallow my pride enough to do this and so can you. I'm not so stubborn to put my wants over my needs," he bites back. I glare daggers at him, he gives it right back. The battle of will begin, me debating on the weight of his words. I'd rather share the damn cot and keep warm but the problem is doing it with him. This truce is only here long enough for us to survive then get back to the war. I won't let myself sit here and pretend that we could be friends. No, that's out of the question. Still, we don't have to be friends to survive. I just have to bite my tongue and get on with it.

"fine," I shout," grab your bedding, it's larger than mine."

He jumps up, piling his sheets in his arms before dropping them in front of the fireplace. We sort it all out, layering some on the floor to keep the chill out. I snuggle under the blanket, looking up at him as he removes his shirt.

'Whoa, whoa," I yell," don't do that." he throws the dirty rag away and crawls into bed. His body gives my heart pause. The wound on his side has healed very nicely, looking more healed than I would have figured for only a few days. His stomach is toned, along with his chest. The fire allows shadows to dance over his torso, adding another level of appeal to his massive frame.

"skin to skin is better to keep warm. Don't have to waste time warming up the clothes," he explains, reaching out and tugging at my shirt. I slap him away, feeling more girlish at this moment than at any point in my life.

"No, no, I'll be keeping mine on," I curl my arms against my chest. He snorts, letting me be as he drops beside me. I watch him, still conflicted on letting this go on. Everything is so confusing. The goliath looks… well, attractive, lounging against the bed. His angry features look softer at the moment, almost relaxed. I don't like seeing him this way.

I lay upon the blankets, turning towards the fire. I jump when his hand curls over my stomach and tugs me against his body. He is so warm. It takes a considerable amount of effort to relax, trying my damndest to fall asleep. I close my eyes and try to pretend the warmth coming from my back isn't his.

Sleep eventually tries to take its claim. My mind fading in and out of rest. As I nearly give in I feel something press against my shoulder, foreign words being mumbled near my ear. His hand fists at my shirt, his head nuzzling against mine. I feel him kiss the back of my neck, mumbling more soft words to my back. I gasp at the feeling, my cheeks tingling from more than the fire. He stiffens behind me. Neither of us moves, neither of us makes a sound.

Nothing is said as we both pretend it never happened. Falling off into tense sleep.

The next morning is…awkward. He wakes up before me, jostling me awake as he runs out of the room. I believe he holds up in the bedroom but I can't tell or gain the courage to check. I'm in a flurry of thoughts as the tingle on the back of my neck remembers his lips. Why did he do that? Surely he hates me, or the most tolerates me. His constant disrespect to my species as a whole has shown his true feelings. For fuck sakes, he tried to kill me not even a week ago.

I circle on the thought the whole day, trying to make some sort of sense of the small bout of affection. It isn't till later that I think about my feelings towards him. I don't hate him, that's clear. I just have a bit of distrust for him. The war has been going on for years now, starting over something as trivial as land. It's grown into this hatred that's on sight. I've killed a few of his people and he has killed a few of mine. As is life as a soldier. But is that a factor now? This little bubble we have created seems to have made those rules disappear. He is domineering but kind, loud but sweet. I don't hate him, I just don't trust him.

He doesn't come back in as the night falls, staying in his room. The wood has dried enough to be used, keeping the fire large. I end up going to bed without seeing him that whole day.

The next morning I wake expecting to see him. I actually hope to see him, to get some sort of guidance on what to do around him. I look around the room, not seeing any evidence of him being here. I sigh, a bit sad at the fact he locked himself away. It's weird to be so disturbed at his absents. I ignore it and get on with the day.

The snow outside has begun melting, the sun shining brightly through the trees. It's still a good two feet and dangerous to venture in but the time here is coming to an end soon. As I watch the water drip off the roof, I grow nervous. I'll have to try to head back to my platoon soon, getting back to the war. That thought ruins my day.

The sun sets and the goliath still isn't here. Nearly two days now and I've heard nothing but some stomping around. At least I know he's still alive. I feel antsy now, tossing and turning in my cot. Why is he still avoiding me? It wasn't that bad what happened, is he embarrassed? Maybe I should go break the ice, make some peace before we part ways.

I shuffle out of my cot, wrapping the blanket around myself. Walking further into the house I stop in front of the closed bedroom door. What am I doing? Perhaps it's better to turn back and pretend nothing happened. Pretend that he didn't hold me close and whisper sweet-sounding words. A lapse of judgment happens to us all. I sigh.

Grabbing the knob I open the door. I shuffle into the darkroom, the light of the moon guiding me towards the bed. A figure sits up in the bed, glowing partially in the light. I walk around the bed, crawling in beside him. His large hands grab my hips to tug me closer. All thoughts evade me as I follow his lead. I throw my leg over his hip, straddling his lap. His hand glides up my back, petting over my braid. He digs his fingers into my hair.

"I wante-," he tries to speak. Words aren't important now. Without much thought I quiet him with my lips, taking his for mine. It's his turn to gasp, freezing while I slant my mouth against his. His fingers clench, tugging on my hair, reacting swiftly. His kiss is sweet. It's a warmth I've craved all day. I pet at his chest, touching the cold skin peeking out the tears of his shirt.

"you're cold," I mumble against him. He forces me back, licking at my lips. I trace his tongue with my own.

"you're so warm," he smiles.

His freezing fingers dig under my shirt to send a chill down my spine. I shutter in his hands, relishing in his touch trailing up to my chest. He kisses me as he twists our positions. Slowly, he guides me onto my back as he crawls over me. I don't bother thinking, wanting to focus on his touch.

He removes his shirt while I shove mine off. We smile at one another, leaning back into another kiss. I pull him close, straying off the cold with his heat. His hips slant against mine, grinding hard into my crotch. His hardening cock brings a zap of need to my body, craving more and more.

We can't wait a second more, peeling our pants off and guiding his large cock to my wet heat. I'm almost hesitant in taking him, his length and girth way bigger than I'm comfortable with. When he pecks my cheek I trust him to be gentle. I take his cock with a choked cry, his grunts playing around the quiet room. As he bottoms out we both take in a much-needed breath.

"Varoth," he says suddenly. I look at him bemused.

"What," I ask, grabbing at his arms.

"My name," he smiles," Varoth." I almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. This whole time I never knew his name.

I chuckle," It's nice to meet you Varoth, I'm Evelina. You can call me Eve." he grabs my hand, holding my fingers in his palm as he lifts my knuckles to his lips.

"it's a pleasure, Eve," he presses a kiss to my skin. It's silly and sweet, I want to hit him or kiss him.

With our introductions out the way, he begins to pump. His hips slowly undulate, grinding into my hips with every descent. The feeling of him is beautiful, warm, and intoxicating. Part of me realizes the taboo of it all, sleeping with the enemy. Yet, I can't bring myself so care.

He fucks me like he cares, petting along my sides and worshipping every inch of me with his touch. His lips press every space he can reach, sucking and nipping to his heart's content. I can't look away, watching in awe as he lazily pumps his hips and kisses my chest. Not being able to take it any longer I drag him up, meeting his eyes with a smile. My thumb pets at his cheek before I slant my lips against his.

"you're so beautiful," he purrs against my mouth," so strong and determined."

"Yea," I ask, licking his top lip," I thought you hated how determined I was." his hands trail down to my hips, gripping them to buck harder in his next thrust.

"I hated how it pleased me," he groans," everything about you draws me in. That's the only thing I can hate about you." I flutter around him, twitching at his praise. His face clenches up for a moment, showing his blissful torment.

We make love this night, no doubt about it. Our slowly climbing peaks don't need to be rushed as we just enjoy one another. We kiss and bite, mumbling praises to the other as the fire inside stokes to an inferno. I break first, almost startled by the sudden pleasure. I writhe and cry out, clenching around him. He doesn't falter as he watches me fall apart. It's not till I'm laying exhausted in the sheet does he take his own end. His hips clap against mine, taking his fill before spilling in me. He groans long and loud, collapsing atop of me.

Sometime later we lay cuddled in bed. He curls around my back, hugging me at the waist. His arm pillows my head, allowing me to play with his hand. I compare our sizes, amazed at how easily he can fit my hand in his. His large fingers please me, them curling over mine.

"Were you embarrassed about the other night," I ask as I trace the lines of his palm.

He hums," I didn't know you were still awake."

"so you decided to hide in here till the snow melted," I tease. He grabs my hand in his, intertwining out fingers.

"It sounds childish when you say it like that."

"Well, it was," I say. He nips at my shoulder in retort.

"You have a power over me that makes me act like a whelp. I can't help but act a fool when you're near," he pecks my shoulder. I hum, smiling to myself.

We fall asleep in the cold room, keeping each other warm. It's the best sleep I've gotten since we got here. Though my toes feel near frozen and my thighs feel sticky, it's the most restful night.

Come morning I wake to a breeze ghosting over my back. I shiver, rolling over to snuggle into Varoth. Cold is all I'm met with. I stretch my arm out, feeling the empty bed. Confused I bolt upright, looking over the vacant area. I look around the room. His clothes are missing along with him. Perhaps he is already by the fire.

I get dressed and walk out into the main room. The only thing that greets me is a blazing fireplace, even the cots are cleaned up and put away.

"Varoth," I call out.

Nothing.

I search the whole cabin, an unsettling feeling curling in my chest. When I open the front door I get my answer. The snow has melted through the morning, coming to a manageable height. In the snow is footprints leading out and away. My jaw ticks as I slam the door shut.

Guess it's over now.

I pack up my things numbly. The hike through the woods is lonely, not even the birds keep me company. It's well towards sunset when I finally find civilization, a small town a few miles away from the woods. I make contact with the crew stationed here and get back to my life before everything.

The next few weeks feel hollow. Working has lost its appeal, it's passion. I fought for a purpose, to be free of the goliath's anger. To reclaim the lands they stole from us. It was a solid following, but now? Every fight I can't even bother to look at them, seeing the humanity in every single one. What's the point of reclaiming the mountains? Why try to take that away from them when it's all they have?

It's a month later when I resign from the war, dishonorably discharged. I try to live out of the path of the war but it seems there it's not much of an escape. The people still rant and rave about the goliaths. I pick up and leave, making it to a neutral town far away from it all. Starting a new life in a new land.

I make a career for myself as a blacksmith's assistant. The years of hard labor in the service have toughed me up for such back-breaking work. I offer the large orc my help in fetch tasks, at least till I learn enough to be of actual use.

"Eve," the orc grunts," you don't mind heading over to the lumbermill to get me some wood for handles?'

"Of course not," I jump up," anything to not be sitting in this sweltering heat."

The older man laughs, wiping sweat from his brow," you're telling me."

With an objective, I make my way down the village. The small hunting village is home to a melting pot of creatures. It's almost a haven for all. Orcs and dwarves work together along with humans and elves. It's nice living somewhere so accepting.

I make it to the mill at the edge of town. The saw is heard from down the road, the crew already hard at work. I walk around till I spot someone chopping wood in the center of a pile of logs. He is a pasty man, large and strong. I call out to him.

"Excuse me, sir," I shout over the saw. The man launches his ax down again, splitting the log easily. With that done he glances over his shoulder. I almost recoil at the sight, my traitorous heart lurching.

"Evelina," Varoth gawks. His deep gravelly voice nearly calms my nerves. It's nice to see him, at the same time that it isn't. I almost contemplate running.

"Varoth," I growl. He tosses his ax, walking over with his loud steps. His quick movement startles me into taking a step back. He comes to me fast, grabbing at my arms before I can race off. I fight in his hold, angry and frustrated with him. He left and it still stings. I never let myself think about it, labeling the memories as forbidden in my mind. He pulls me flush to his sweaty chest, my feet dangling off the ground. His mouth captures mine in a fierce embrace.

For a moment I can forget my ire, melting into his touch like a lovesick woman. I give myself that few seconds, and only that.

I push him away, shaking out of his arms and falling to the ground before slapping him across the face. He barely flinches, his head staying still.

"You don't get to do that," I stab my finger into his chest," you have no right!"

"I know," he grunts, looking at me with awe. He doesn't look mad or confused, but happy. It plucks at my nerves and my heart.

"Fuck you, Varoth," I spit," you don't get to grab me like that and kiss me as nothing happen. Like you didn't leave me alone in that bed, confused and worried. Do you understand how much it hurt to see your footsteps in the snow that morning? I had to suck it up for weeks, pretend that what happened never happened. I had to fight on like my enemy doesn't look just like you." a frustrated tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away and continue, letting out the anger and hate I've hidden for weeks.

"You made me so confused! I knew what I was before we fell off that hill, I knew what I fought for. Then you came and fucked me up, fucked me over. I was left conflicted and scared as I walked back to the life I knew. But it really wasn't the life I knew, it was all wrong. I had to drop everything I used to know and start all over again because you fucking kissed my neck and whispered sweet words. So fuck you, Varoth," I vent," fuck you."

Speaking felt like opening an old wound. I always imagined what would happen if I saw Varoth again. I thought I would just walk by him and pretend that nothing went on between us, to hold my head high and ignore him. I wanted to be better than this, to care as little as he did when he left. I hiccup, snorting back snot. I can't do that. That night meant more to be than him it seems.

I shutter as sobs try to wrack my body, the months finally catching up to me. Varoth tugs me into his arms, petting at my back as I cry. I beat at his chest, wanting to be angry, but all I feel is tired.

"I'm sorry, Eve," he crouches down to his knees, burying his face against my hair," I couldn't stay, we both know that. Saying goodbye would have been too hard for me. I was a coward, and for that I'm sorry." I let him hold me, stealing his comfort as it's what I'm owed.

"You should have said something," I mumble, exhausted, against his shoulder," I felt so used that morning. Like that night meant nothing to you. I could only think that you truly saw me as some low life human to be used and discard."

He recoils at my words, reaching up and cupping my cheeks. His eyes dart between mine, his brow pinched in concern.

"That night meant everything," he says sternly," I am just a coward who couldn't face the consequence of the next day. Do not think any longer that I wanted to use you because that is the biggest lie I can think of."

I can't help but snort in amusement," I guess you're the real poltroon."

He smiles, softening as he speaks," yea, I guess I am."

We stand in the lumberyard just staring at one another, so much left to be said. Yet, all I can think about is kissing those plump pale lips.

"Varoth," I cup his hand against my cheek," why are you here?"

His thumb pets under my eye," I moved here shortly after the snow completely melted. I couldn't fight in a war I no longer believed in."

"I understand that," I nod bitterly," should I be so bold to assume I'm the reason for that change?"

He smiles, leaning down to drop his head against mine," of course you are. Every change I've made since meeting you is your fault." I choke out a laugh, more tears rolling down my cheeks. Nothing stops me from reaching up and kissing his cheek, his nose, his lips. I've missed him. He returns the gesture, making a smile curl up my face as he kisses me everywhere.

"I have yearned for you every day," he kisses my cheek," scolding myself for being such a fool ever since."

I giggle from his attention," you have been known to be an idiot, but I've missed you too."

He stops his kisses, rolling his forehead against mine," do you think I'd be allowed to make up for lost times?"

"I don't know," I look to him with a teasing glint in my eye," you still have to make up for leaving me cold and alone in bed."

"That I do," he shuts his eyes," perhaps spend my whole life making up for that mistake."

It's a long while before we can gain the courage to split apart, making plans to meet up after work. He helps me carry the wood to the blacksmith, catching me up on his life since he found the village. I can't stop the smiling that graces my lips.

I think everything is going to be a-okay.

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Of Ice and Blood

Part 3

Hey there! Thank you for taking the time to read this

There are so many left out details here that I did on purpose for future explanation within the fic for the element of mystery I'm trying to brew . Hope you don't mind! Enjoy reading❤

Part 1

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Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

1.7k words.

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: cursing, violence, injury and fighting.

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Without thinking, I drove my fist towards the voice, regretting it the instant I recognized who it was.

Tai'chi.

I shouldn’t have been surprised when I found my fist encased in his hand. He seems unfazed by my reaction, seemingly expecting it.

“Oh shi— I’m so sorry!”

How the hell did he sneak up on me without making a sound??

“Feisty- I mean, I should be the one sorry, for startling you...And for following you. I just wanted to, make sure you were alright.”

I blinked. He was concerned?

He spoke up when I didn’t respond.

“So, are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Just, disappointed.” I breathed in and sighed as he gently let go of my fist.

Oh, and his scent helps right now. He smells so...wonderful I don’t know why. It’s not like I’ve been surrounded by disgusting odors my entire life. I swear I’ve inhaled appealing scents like lilac, sandalwood, cinnamon, even rain has its particular smell! But Tai'chi, he—he’s something else entirely.

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else like, I don’t know, maybe getting lunch with some of your friends or in a classroom?” I asked. I wonder why he would even bother to be in my presence. Anyone should be creeped out by the way I spoke up earlier. I mean, who does that? Plus, I did throw a stranger down to the floor. But part of me knows he deserved that.

Definitely.

“Want to talk about it?” He ignored my question. Tai'chi was now sitting cross-legged beside me, the oak’s root in between us. His deep azure eyes studying, watching me carefully.

“What?”

“What you did back there, wasn’t something a plain, timid college girl would do.”

Wait. He knew I was pretending to be one?

“Yes, I knew.”

“You can read minds?!” I stammered out. He can read my mind this whole time?! Shit.

He held up for a second before a boisterous laugh broke out of him and echoed through the circling trees, scaring away some birds perched above. I don’t know if I should be offended or flustered by his guffaw. It was so, so deep and rich and —

What the hell Pearl? What if he's reading your mind??

Tai'chi faced me again, sighing once he calmed down.

“To answer your question, no, I can’t read minds. But like I stated before, your face gives it away. Or your brows since you’re wearing a mask, but I can imagine your expression.”

I let out an incomprehensible noise.

“How did you find out I was pretending to be…you know,” waving my hands around.

“The moment we made eye contact this morning when you entered. And the way you shifted your body at the last second to prevent yourself from plunging into the trash bin, I knew you were something more. Your eyes and your actions show your experience in combat. A skilled warrior would notice these little things right away.”

My jaw fell open, and I’m sure he knows. He left me speechless.

Should I tell him I am a trained martial artist and a weapon wielder?

But we just met like 5 hours ago!

He seems trustworthy. And he’s an orc, didn’t they have a code of honor or something?

My thoughts ran wild I swear Tai'chi could hear my mind, screaming.

“Hey, it’s okay if you don’t wish to. And I must’ve sounded, creepy when I admitted I’ve been observing you. But before anything else, will you allow me to introduce myself, for real this time?”

“You mean your name isn’t Tai'chi?”

Letting out a chuckle, he replied, “I swear to you, my name is Tai'chi. What I mean is, I want you to know my full name. Do you understand what this implies, Pearl?”

I racked my brain for a moment, trying to recall what my parents said about orc traditions when my uncle, papa’s brother, married the orcess he fell in love with. Something about an orc’s real name being reserved only to those they’re close to?

“I guess so? But what exactly?”

“I want to become your friend.”

I couldn’t help the slight warmth creeping into my cheeks behind my mask. He can’t see it, can he? A friend, he says. A friend!

“Oh,” was all that came out. A pause and;

“Uh, I mean, I’d love to be your friend! I never had an actual friend before. I mean, have cousins, but we aren’t acquainted enough to consider myself their friend— I mean— uh, what should I do?” I blurted out a little rapidly.

He smiled. He actually smiled! Oh, damn, it was adorable!

Tai'chi was about to say something, but he snapped his mouth shut and grimaced. I was confused by his sudden change of mood, along with his scent.

Then it struck me.

The two of us shot up when multiple smells filled the air, making my stomach clench.

We were followed, not just one but six individuals. One of them was the pretentious human from earlier.

My day can’t get any better. And is that a baseball bat? Great. Fucking great.

I swear. I’m cursed to find trouble anywhere I go.

“Hello, freaks.” The guy in the middle began. “Whatcha doin’ out here in the forest?”

The others began spreading out and surrounded us.

“Planning something nasty I bet.” A human to my right spat.

“You will pay for what you did to me, you bitch. Just so you know, my father is the dean of this university. No one will ever hear a word of what I did here and what we will do to you.

'Dean’s son, David Silverstone, assaulted by an insane student in the woods within campus grounds. His friends graciously helping him fight off the lunatic until she passed out and was carried to an isolation chamber for monitoring, later finding out about her severe psychological disorder.’ Now wouldn’t that be a hit in the papers!” The bastard and his companions cackled and snickered, some of them stealing glances between my legs and I felt my skin crawl.

Tai'chi growled lowly, silencing them for a brief moment. He was getting mad but held his ground.

“And you,” the human pointed, “you beast. It won’t be hard antagonizing you, people will no doubt believe you were the one who violated the schoolgirl and left her in the woods to die.”

This fucking—

I felt a hand on my shoulder just as I was about to start, gently gripping, in hopes of trying to calm me down. He knows they were baiting us on making the first move. He shook his head, and an idea popped up.

Taking a deep breath, I attempted to make my voice as girly as possible, sounding so hilarious, like those overdressed, flashy high school girls with flowery perfume so strong I wrenched every time I get a whiff of it.

Provoking them would do.

“Oh, I’m so scared! Should I get on my knees and beg for mercy? Oh please, great and noble one, have mercy on my poor soul.” My voice laced with mockery and sadness, with my legs fake trembling and my arms flailing.

And did Tai'chi just snort?

“If you beg nicely, I will perhaps give you a chance to— ”

My sudden wheezing interrupted him and I laughed. Hard. I can’t believe he bought my terrible acting! I expected him to straight-up be offended rather than actually bite the false bait. He is dumber than I thought.

I was holding my middle by the time I was done. Tai'chi’s shoulders were moving slightly, probably chuckling and trying to hold back his amusement.

“Did you honestly take it seriously??? I can't— oh my God!” I choked out once more before I went on.

“There’s no chance in hell I’m gonna bow to you, not even one degree of an angle, you foolish, idiotic, spoiled, bastardized son of a bitch.”

His face was turning red out of rage and oh! Wasn’t that a sight to behold?

“You brat!” Turning his head to the others, he yelled, “What are guys standing there for?! Get them!”

Good.

Perhaps they didn’t catch my hands slipping on my beloved crimson knuckle dusters out of the bag when I was laughing then, tugging down my hoodie’s sleeve to hide it.

“Don’t move.” I told the orc, whose eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“But—”

“Just don’t.” I said with my voice firm. I will take them on my own. I can’t have him getting in trouble and people blaming him for being an orc. Imagine that. The ones who attacked him will be viewed as victims because they were up against him, an orc. Numerous humans will jump at the chance to throw dirt at their race, a single act of self-defense treated as a one-sided assault to humans, the thought of it being enough to somehow remove all of them from the city, but everyone knows it's not that simple. Dimwits.

I strode forward without earning his response, waiting for the first person to come at me.

I took my stance, although it was more of preparing half of my body since I was still hiding both of my hands.

They all seemed confused and hesitant, which was what I was going for. To me, and those with experience in hand-to-hand combat, this is one of the most basic stances, but fundamental, nonetheless. A simple form that can determine the outcome of a fight. With my right foot forward, left foot back, both firmly planted to the ground, and my dominant hand wearing my dusters. In their eyes, it was…wrong, foreign. Some may even say it’s an open vulnerability, showing how inexperienced the opponent is, but oh, it is the exact opposite.

I didn’t see Tai'chi’s expression, though. I was on alert and getting into my zone to peer at him, one motion that can put me in a compromising position. Did he notice my brass knuckles? Likely.

“Scared to hurt a little girl like me?” I enticed.

Finally, the one beside their alleged leader charged at me.

A typical amateur approach.

The guy, about two inches taller than me, threw a right punch, which was a huge mistake.

Predictable.

I smirked under my mask and dodged it not a second before it connected. Making him falter as I grabbed his arm and brought it down to my knee, dislodging his joints.

A high-pitched scream of pain broke out of him as he dropped down on the forest ground, gripping his bent-off arm, cursing, but refused to rise and fight me again.

I gave him one last glance before I looked back at the others.

“Who’s next?”

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Those human shits just can't leave them alone! Interrupting their supposed-to-be official introduction! There's more to the orc that meets the eye *wink* Who is he exactly? Why was he so... observant?

Part 4 is actually on its third revising— and I'm still trying to come up on HOW to phrase my next words to lead to part 5. I let me brain take a break from spewing senseless words for now so I'll probably post the next part of this later or tomorrow

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! And I'd appreciate it if you have some advice for me, or just point out some mistakes I made! Thank you

Ps. This is really not perfect formal writing if you're wondering. I just type away whatever comes into my mind, and then proofread it to the best I can. And I hope you don't mind me using a lot of spaces. It... sort of makes my mind clear and continue moving forward, and it helps me when I'm reading it again, mentally taking note that with every line between spaces there's a slight pause and again, read it clearly like you were the one thinking it. I don't know how to explain how my own brain works but I guess that's that?

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[indigopurple]

Basically a review of OP episode 503 ig

Currently rewatching post-war arc (in the dub so I don't have any screenshots for u guys sry) and theres a few things id like to point out.

During a conversation Dadan once had with Garp, they were talking about Roger. Garp said that even if they were facing powerful enemies, he would never run away because he wouldnt dare leaving his comrads behind; it wasnt an option for him. Obviously we see this in Ace. But ALSO, isnt this what he did with Katakuri? It was a little different cuz of the setting mostly, but he separated himself from his crew to fight off katakuri, and lied to them about being okay so they didn't worry (he was already getting his ass kicked by then, so he just made that stupid smile and told them not to worry (or smth like that, I can remember the exact line) (that smile was so gross and fake cuz he fucking sucks at lying). Also he said roger destroyed a buncha soldiers cuz they mouthed off his men. That's what Ace tried to do but instead he died. :(

"The pain he went through just made him hold on tighter to the ones he loved" -Garp, about Roger. "Despite his flaws and his bad reputation, his crew still trusted him completely." -also Garp, about Roger. These both sound a lot like Luffy AND Ace.

When Dogra got home and told everyone about Sabo's ship being shit down and him dying (which we all know didnt happen, thank fuck), (by the way the absolutely lost looks on Ace's and Luffy's faces with the sudden silence hurt like a bitch), Luffy started crying and said "WE SHOULDNT'A LET HIM GO, IT'S ALL OUR FAULT". Which fucking says something about him (thinking of episodes 913-915 when he goes fucking berserk, but before that he learns that Kaido probably killed Tama and he says "I should've escorted them..!" (*ugly cries*)). Ace also reacted pretty similarly-- "Sabo...why didn't we go back into town and bring him back here?! We're so stupid!" And he gets mad and asks where he could find the bastard that killed him (obviously not getting a good answer since it was a fucking celestial dragon ugh). That is what Luffy does, in present time. He results to anger first, not sadness. Not sure when he learned to do that but I'm 99 percent sure it was from Ace. Also the blaming himself thing? High chance thats ALSO from Ace. Who else would teach him that self hating behaviour?!

Dadan pins Ace down to stop him from going after the Celestial Dragon to calm him down, telling him he cant do anything, he's not big or strong enough to do anything and he'll be killed as soon as he tries anything, especially since it was the whole country -the whole WORLD- that killed Sabo. He can't do anything. And then they tied him to a tree outside to let him cool off. Oh yeah then he also told luffy to stop crying like a little girl or else he'll- (and he didn't finish the sentence). ...Ok maybe thats why luffy started being more angry than sad.

This is where things get a little more :( . Ace reads the letter Sabo sent them before he died. As he reads, he walks to the end of the forest, to a cliff overlooking the ocean. And starts fucking bawling (btw the voice actor who had Ace's childhood part did not do a very good job, no where near as in character and real as Coleen Clickenberg did with all of Luffy's crying scenes. She was spot on.) ...do you see where im going with that? He isolated himself before letting himself feel sad. It was all rage and then calm beforehand. Y-you see where im going with that. Dont make me say it.

"How's Luffy doing, is he any better?" "Well...he hasnt been eating much, but he still eats twice as much as we do". Oh look, That's what happened after Ace died too. There's a behavioral pattern that hasnt gone away. Not sure why it wouldve tho.

Luffy is mopeing, lying on the ground in a similar setting ace was at when he cried. Hes thinking about some of the things Sabo said, like how theyre gonna sail the seas together, and he clenches his hands into tight, shaking fists. After Ace shows up and hits him, and talking abt some other stuff I don't feel like relaying, Luffy tightens his grip on the straw hat and tells ace, whimpering, he wants to get stronger (and stronger, and stronger, and stronger and stronger and....) And he wants to be the strongest in the world. "And then, I'll protect everyone. I won't lose anyone I care about". He gets stronger mainly to protect the people he loves. And then he asks ace to promise he won't die. To which he hits Luffy again and tells him he should be more worried about himself dying first. And then the famous line that hurts like a bitch- "I'm NEVER going to DIE!" And then this hopeful music comes on (fucking damnit funimation, u gotta do this? Really??) Also he says he wont die as long as he has a wussy little brother to protect. ...FUCK. Ok, the fist clenching is a thing he does all the fucking time, usually when he gets mad. This was different because he wasnt mad, he was sad. He clenched his fist because thinking about it hurt. Which, huh, sounds a lot like his whole episode after waking up from his 2 week coma on the polar tang. To try and stop the mental pain of those horrendous memories, he resulted to physically pain. He hurt himself. So, He clenches his fists in times like these to fight off the mental pain and the urge to cause himself physical pain. Guys, our boy is bad at emotions, help him. ....ok this paragraph is longer than I anticipated so ill dumb down the rest of it ig. Next part, him asking ace to promise he wont die. The music, the body language, the over change in mood- this comforts him. He stopped hiding his face and silently sobbing after ace said this. OH YEAH! didn't he tell jinbe not to die when they parted ways in Totto Land? And then, hes missing still in Wano and we see Luffy is worried....but convinced Jinbe will show up. Again, this comforts him. Hes nervous cuz someone KOFF KOFF ACE broke that promise once. But jinbe is his crew mate so he trusts him, thank god.

"-But whoever did it, they must be opposed to freedom." The whole freedom thing? That runs through Luffy's blood and spirit.His brothers fought for it, his dad is the man who strives to give everyone freedom basically, and Luffy himself has seen enough of the OPPOSITE of freedom to be so, so much more than just against it. Hence why he of course was so eager to free the slaves in Sabaody, the kids in punk hazard, the toys in dressrosa, the country of Wano from Kaido's tyrany. The apple doesnt fall far from the tree huh.

I dont think Luffy would remember his promise with Shanks if it werent for his brothers putting feul to his dream. It was a stupid bet at first; he just wanted to beat Shanks, right then. But after meeting Sabo and Ace, he found the opposite of freedom and human rights. And then he wanted, REALLY wanted, to become the free-est man in the world; the pirate king.

Last one i promise ok? This one is less connected to whats going on in the episode at this point, but something I noticed (its so obvious everyone has seen this ok) was when luffy cries, his posture is always open. He doesn't curl in on himself like many people would do (I know I would, lol). He doesnt hug himself, protect himself. He's just, opened up to whoever is watching, literally. This has a little more to do with something I haven't talked about much in this post yet; his self-destruction issues. I said he tried to hurt himself when he felt mental pain, which is definitely similar. But he cries and doesnt try to protect or comfort himself, like he doesn't have that programmed into his mind. Reminder that he only wants to live because of his dream, and if he doesnt have his dream, he wants to die. (Whoa.). Ok, so no self preservation mechanism at all rlly. Hes basically ride or die. So, when things hurt so much that he cries, he has no hope left. He just kinda...dies inside. So this was mildly different after sabo died. Yes we saw him just standing there, sobbing. But the next day he's still crying, and instead he's laying on the ground. I saw that and the voice in the back of my head told me he wanted to be a part of that lifeless dirt beneath him. Then, Ace walked over. And his words made him feel the hope that I told you about earlier, and he sat up into a sitting position. And HUGGED HIS LEGS TO HIS CHEST. There's some self preservation! Some hope! Some will to exist, to live! Something we saw none of as he sat in front of his brothers corpse, shutting down. He sat there, open to his enemies, incapable of protecting himself. Practically anyone couldve killed him right then and there. I think he mightve liked that, at that moment. Like thank god he has that stupidly good luck cuz if he didn't I swear someone couldve thrown and axe or FUCKING ANYTHING AT THAT MOMENT and hed be dead becuase he never physically or mentally prepared himself. On purpose.

Our poor boy needs some fucking attention and therapists. (Insert my rant post about how jinbe is on the crew primarily for anger management and therapy, not just being a helmsman.) Ugh, smh ugly cries

Aaaaand thats about the end of the episode. Theres so many little tics and peesonality traits that you notive thru this episode, and I only noticed them cuz im rewatching this part of the show for like the third time. I don't react as much as the first time of course but some things are definitely sadder after knowing what's going on and what will happen later on.

Moral of the story (post)? I think luffy is almost equally as alike -if not, more similar to roger as ace is. Also, high key genuinely think Luffy met like NO ONE but Garp before he met Shanks and his crew. What the fuck was his first like 5 years of being alive like? (He wantd to be a pirate cuz Garp didnt want that. Rebellious baby asshole. And then shanks made things worse, in a good way for luffy. And then ace and sabo made that worse thing worse for a good reason. Luffy lives...for those influences. And that is fucking it. Why.

Oh thanks tumblr for moving my picture to the bottom of the post u fucking idiot

[artemisfromkq]

ARTEMIS'S FIRST VLIVE!

❝Well, i think it worked. Unnie, come see!❞ Kamlai said while checking the camera, calling her leader to confirm if the live started. While that was happening, the chat was already filling itself with comments about how cute the thai's confusion is. ❝Yes, it's working just fine, let's go back to our places.❞

The girls positioned the camera in center, they were in one of kq's practice rooms, a huge couch in the middle in which the girls where seated, KQ Entertainment's logo could be seen in the background. All six were now in the camera, some sitting in the couch, some in the ground.

❝Hello, Starlights!❞ Hyojin started speaking. ❝We are welcoming all of you to our first live!❞ after saying that, the girl laughed at herself. ❝Oh my god, i'm so bad at this.❞

Sujin looked at the camera and nodded strongly, which made Hyojin give her a threatening look, making the newest laugh with the leader's quite playful anger.

❝Well, Starlights, do you know what we brought to eat while recording?❞ Chang Chang grabbed something from behind the couch. ❝Pocky!❞ the girl said while showing off the pink packaging to the camera, which indicated that they were going to eat the strawberry flavor. ❝There's a lot more of these behind here, you guys can bet that we'll finish all of them before we even get to the half of the live.❞

She opened the packaging and gave one stick to each of the girls, eating the candy happily.

❝We're currently near the end of our promotions of Latata, but, trust me, we're planning a lot of stuff. We're feeling even more stimulated after getting our first win these days.❞ Rowan said, while lifting her fist in the air in a "fighting!" gesture. All of the girls agreed, they have a lot to show yet, and all those things would be shown with time.

❝We also look forward to showing more of our personalities to you guys, since we didn't get the chance to go on a lot of variety shows this era. We hope to be on a lot of those in our first comeback, though.❞ Nayeon said cheerfuly while eating the stick Chang Chang gave her, Pockys were, for sure, addicting, all of the girls knew that pretty well.

❝We actually used to sneak those type of packages in the practice room during breaks, we were always scared that any staff would discover... Turns out they all knew what we were doing.❞ Sujin said and laughed, almost choking with the food in her mouth.

❝But, well, guys, what do you want to hear from us here? We are answering questions.❞ Rowan commented and Hyojin complemented showing her phone, where the girls were looking at the chat.

❝You guys can literally ask anything, we'll answer.❞ Kamlai smiled, being excited about what Starlights wanted to know.

❝Okay, question time! We're curious!❞ Hyojin said, finishing her pocky stick and asking Chang Chang for more.

[untilthenextencore]

Playboy Pt. 1

The pics are of what Yuridia's suit looks like of course along with one of the inspirations for her looks alongside Sasha Montenegro & Rossy Mendoza, Turkan Soray.

As ever, forever editing...

Might alter or change the title...

Please be kind...

Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

...

Late 1972

London, England

...

"Hold still!" The Bunny Mother instructed as she did her best to help her new charge into a black suit. The suit was new in a sense, and similarly, so was the bunny. 18 and a new recruit. She had just come from Los Angeles with a rather unusual name. Yuridia. Yuridia Garcia. Her full name was impossibly long as she herself had admitted. Hearing it once made Joan's head spin & her jaw drop in shock. It was like one of those names straight out of a Spanish drama or swashbuckler. Thankfully Yuridia wasn't offended. She just laughed it off.

She had been sent over for a short while to pad out the holiday shift & to allow Yuridia a chance to show her full potential as opposed to having her options limited in terms of hours & places in the club she was allowed to work as she would otherwise have faced at home due to her young age.

At first Joan didn't understand why they didn't just tell the shy, soft-spoken child with the admittedly terribly sweet, soft accent to come back in three years when they could use her to her best advantage in the LA club...

Save her the trip...

Pick someone else...

And then she met her...

And dressed her...

"Won't need these..." Joan teased as she removed the stuffing & padding from the cups of the suit. A lot of bunnies secretly padded. It was no big deal. A big secret kept from the public...

But no big deal...

The bunny bodice held and hid a multitude of sins...

Not that Miss Garcia had much to atone for at the ripe old age of barely 18...

Still...

You'd be surprised what a suit like the bunny suit could do for a girl's figure...

Across all sorts of body types...

Like it was made out of magic & fairy dust instead of just satin & stays...

Joan had seen it herself firsthand...

And right now even without the padding - admittedly unnecessary on Yuridia - the suit was still working it's insane, inconceivable magic...

Emphasizing every last one of her curves & her mile long legs to full effect!

It was doing her all kinds of favors whether she needed it or not!

Every. Last. Favor. On. Earth!

As Joan fastened the suit around her newest charge, who would be known as "Bunny Yuri" to the patrons of the London club, Yuridia herself fixed her cuffs. She made sure that the Playboy Bunny logos on the cufflinks faced each other when she put her wrists together as was the rule. Made sure the bunnies kissed" as was the rule. "Kissing Bunny cufflinks" was just one of many little details that had to be filled out just so. And she knew failure to do so would result in warnings, admonishments & demerits. Another such detail was daintily perched ears which seemed to "quirk" just so. This was the next thing Yuridia handled as Joan handled yet another detail. Fluffing her bunny tail. Yuridia cast a shy smile in the mirror at Joan, nodding a polite. "Thanks..."

"Any time, luv. It's my job..." Came the reply based in soft laughter.

This shy little thing. What kind of a bunny would she make out there?

Yuridia then gazed in the mirror to inspect her reflection as suddenly another bunny burst through the room.

"Yuri! You're working the VIP room with me and Diana right?" It was Bunny Kitty, panting in breathless excitement for God knows what reason.

"Yes, of course. Although I have a short shift tonight. I worked a split today. Why? Is anything the matter? Any problems? Anything wrong, Kitty? Any changes?" Yuridia gazed at her breathless friend curiously.

"No... Nothing's the matter... Nothing's wrong... No changes..." Kitty sighed after a drink of water, finally calming down. "It's just that we got some very, VERY important people that are being put into your section right now. VVIP... VVVIP!..."

"Oh? Anyone I oughta know, luv?" Joan asked as she made the last few adjustments to "Yuri's" suit.

"Or me? Even though I'm new here and not from around. Or are they more locally known & famous?" Yuridia asked.

"Oh no! No! No! No, they're definitely well known... Internationally known... Internationally famous... Or infamous..." Kitty giggled. "And you DEFINITELY should have heard of them by now!..." I'm not sure if I oughta tell you or just let you go out & find out yourself..."

"Not sure if I should even ask... I'm a little scared now with how you've talked of them..." Yuridia laughed before asking. "Can I at least ask this? How many are there?"

"Four..." Kitty replied in an awed hush, fighting back a squeal as she clenched her fists.

"Well by that reaction, Kit, I have to ask... Is it the Beatles? Have they decided to reform?" She teased.

"Noooo... But you're on the right track... Not the worst guess you could have made.

"Oh wow... That big?... That famous?... That popular?..."

"Just about..." Kitty smiled.

"Mmmm... I see..." Yuridia hesitated, nerves starting to get the better of her momentarily, prompting her to come up with a proposition. "Are you gonna shadow me then? Make sure I don't mess up? Or do you just want to take my table? I take yours? Who knows? They might like you better..." She teased hoping that she could play her nerves off well enough.

"I'd love to! But I can't... The floor manager would have my neck!" She laughed, rubbing the back of her neck for emphasis.

"Did you greet them for me? Tell them I'll be right with them? After I finish getting dressed I mean..." Yuridia laughed nervously.

Kitty nodded. "I did. Though I didn't exactly go into specifics of course." She grinned, motioning to Yuridia in her suit. "Not that I think that they'd have minded of course! But of course that would be against policy so... Your secret is safe with me." She laughed.

"Ohhh... Kitty..." Yuridia gave Kitty a playful shove as she began to blush slightly.

Kitty laughed again. "Why on earth are you so shy? How on earth were you hired if you blush at the drop of a hat?"

Joan swatted at Kitty playfully. "Don't scold her! She can't help it! Besides... You know the boys out there might actually like that... They might get a kick out of it!..."

Yuridia turned to glance at Joan as best as she could without disrupting her work adjusting her suit again. "I assume you have experience... With them?"

Kitty leant in to whisper something to Joan, making her gasp. Yuridia swore she heard a "it's..." or "they're...". Spilling the beans on the mystery patrons' identity apparently as Joan & Kitty both nodded in reply.

"You bet, honey. And they have plenty experience with us. And others!" Kitty grinned.

"Well then, you two!" Joan cut in after giving Yuridia's suit one last tug upwards & her tail one last fluff. "Why don't you be off then! So Kitty you can SHOW our little miss "Bunny Yuri" her patrons for the evening! Now be off you two! Shoo, shoo, shoo!" She laughed.

The laughter was echoed by Kitty who took Yuridia by hand as she thanked Joan one last time & lead her out of the dressing room & through the long corridor to the main floor.

"Kitty..." Yuridia hushed.

"Mmmm?" Came the response.

"Can't I get one last clue? Please? Just one little one?" Yuridia pleaded.

"Can't wait till we get out on the floor & to our section?" Kitty asked with a playful smile.

"Mmm-mm..." Yuridia shook her head.

Kitty just laughed. "Alright then... Here... Shine your light on these..." She paused just a few steps from the entrance to the main hall & presented her cuffed wrists, "kissing bunny cufflinks" and all. But the kissing bunnies weren't meant to be the focal point...

Nor were they...

For as Yuridia shone her little mini flashlight down on Kitty's cuffs she noticed something for the first time...

Kitty's cuffs were no longer pure white...

They were marred...

Marked...

Scribbled on...

Written on...

Yuridia was just barely able to make out four distinct signatures...

But she didn't trust what she saw...

Or what she thought she saw...

"Kitty..." She hushed.

"Uh-huh..." Came the slyly smiling reply.

"Kitty...

Kitty...

Kitty, these are...

These are...

These are...

Am...

Am...

Am...

Am I reading this right?...

Like am I seeing things correctly?..."

"What do you see, "Yuri"?" Kitty teased.

"I dunno...

I almost don't trust myself to read this right..."

Kitty just laughed & pointed across the room to their section. There... Tucked away in a booth... Signing the cuffs for a gaggle of other giddy bunnies were four men... Not just any men... This Yuridia knew as her eyes fell on each member & the accompanying matching scrawled signature flashed in her head in time...

For there...

Tucked away in the comfy dark confines of a booth...

In her section were...

John Paul Jones...

John Bonham...

Robert Plant...

Jimmy Page...

All four internationally popular, famous - and yes Kitty was right, INFAMOUS - members of one of one of the biggest groups on the scene at the time...

LED ZEPPELIN!!!!!

"Oh my God..."

[danurso]

(Okay, since @razorblade180 'sing for me' post broke my heart and was really offensive to my feelz i kinda had to do something to patch them up again)

Safety

*in a safe house on atlas*

Ruby: *sigh* can’t believe we’re actually in atlas.

Nora: yeah, it was a looong ride.

Yang: *slumping on the couch* i’m exhausted.

Maria: you youngsters are a bunch of pussies, getting tired just from that.

Yang: wrong, we’re not pussies, the only pussy here is blake. *snort*

Blake: *sighs* weren’t you tired?

Yang: i'm never tired for a joke.

Blake: *sighs in defeat*

Jaune: *chuckles* i think some things don’t change. *looks around to weiss standing on the balcony and walks up to her* hey weiss.

Weiss: *looking at the sky* ...

Jaune: weiss?

Weiss: *snaps from her trail of thought* oh, jaune, i'm sorry, did you say something?

Jaune: no, i just...what's wrong?

Weiss: what do you mean? *forces a smile* Im perfectly fine.

Jaune: *concerned* no you’re not, you’ve been spacing out a lot lately and you were silent practically the whole flight.

Weiss: ... *looking away*

Jaune: is it because we’re in atlas?

Weiss: *sighs* don’t get me wrong okay? But this place is the last one i wanted to be, i know we need to find the relic to fight salem and everything else, but still...it's hard to be here again after everything i got through just to escape.

Jaune: ...you’re afraid that your family will take you back home?

Weiss: *looking down* i'm afraid my father will take me away from my family.

Jaune: ...

Weiss: here, with all of you is my place, its where i feel at home *gripping the balcony and with a shaky voice* and i don’t want my father to take me away from it again... *stops shaking feeling a hand on her shoulder and stares at jaune*

Jaune: *with a small smile* don’t worry about that, i won’t let them take you away from us, and i think the others are the same thing, you’re our friend, we’re not letting you go without a fight.

Weiss: ... *staring at him for a moment before chuckling*

Jaune: err...did i say something funny?

Weiss: no, i'm just thinking.

Jaune: about what?

Weiss: you. you changed a lot since our first meeting...who would guess the guy who was always boasting awful pick up lines and serenates would now be the one saying something actually good to help me.

Jaune: *shrugs* what can i say? I'm full of surprises.

Weiss: i bet you are.

Jaune: but i’m not the only one who changed right?

Weiss: *raises eyebrow* what do you mean?

Jaune: i don’t think the weiss i met almost two years ago would allow me to get ten feet close to her, imagine touching her. You used to be way more closed...and distant...and...

Weiss: *raising a sarcastic eyebrow* cold as ice?

Jaune: basically, yes. that's why everyone used to call you ice queen.

Weiss: not everyone, you never called me like that.

Jaune: *rubbing his neck sheepishly* heh, i just thought ‘snow angel’ suited you a bit better then ‘ice queen’.

Weiss: its been a while since i last heard you call me like that.

Jaune: probably because its been a while since i last called you out on a date.

Weiss: i noticed.

Jaune: i know, i can only imagine how much of a pain in the ass i used to be.

Weiss: you were not that bad, at least not in comparison with the spoiled brats that used to hit on me or the ones i was forced to meet when younger.

Jaune: being a heiress must be hard.

Weiss: *looking down* it is... *sigh* really hard.

Jaune: well, that's why we’re here right?

Weiss: *looking back at him*

Jaune: *with a kind smile* afterall, we’re family, if your burden is too heavy we can all help you to ease it, and if you ever need my help, i’ll be there for you.

Weiss: *with a light pink on her cheeks* right, thank you jaune.

Jaune: no problems, now let's go back in, its already late and we need to rest for tomorrow.

Weiss: sure. *follows jaune back in*

Yang: im just saying, no matter how we look at it, you are a pussy.

Blake: yang, for the last time, i'm not a pussy.

Weiss: *sighs deadpaning* you two are still on this?

Yang: blake started, i was just-

*knock-knock*

Qrow: yeah, yeah, i'm coming. *opens the door to see a pair of tall broad mans with SDC uniform and a man with white hair and mustache wearing a white suit* oh god *sighs in exhaustion* not you.

Guard 1: open up. *pushes qrow away allowing the man in suit to enter*

Ruby: hey! What's going on?

Weiss: *frozen* f-father?

Yang: it's your dad!?

Jacques: weiss *staring at the group* i can’t believe in you, abandoning your home for this?

Weiss: *tries to regain control of her shaking body*

Jacques: don’t you think what you did was enough? Making People mock of our name after you and your sister decided to take on the life of brutes, not only having to fight alongside commoners but also exchanging your own family for them.

Weiss: *still looking down and curling her hands into fists* they’re not commoners...they’re my friends.

Jacques: *twitching eyebrow* friends? You shouldn’t be befriending peoples like them! There are far more important peoples you should befriend! peoples that will actually matter in your future as a businesswoman!

Weiss: *gritting her teeth in frustration* im not a businesswoman, im a huntress.

Jacques: foolishness! At first i allowed you to go to beacon so you can see how miserable and pitiful the lives of the commoners are, but now i realize my mistake, i am taking you back home where is you place! *grabs her by the wrist*

Weiss: no! *yanks her wrists from his grip* my home is where my friends are, they are my real family!

Jacques: i demand that you stop behaving like this! Joining a low-life academy and running away from home just to fool around with commoners! I won’t allow my daughter to keep doing such things!

Weiss: *with watery eyes* I WON’T GO BACK TO THAT PLACE!! NOT AGA-

*slap*

Weiss: *holding her slightly red cheek*

Jacques: don’t ever raise your voice like this again young lady or i will-GHAAGH!!

Jaune: *punching jacques across the face and sending him back to the wall*

Guard 1: sir! How dare you! *charges at jaune*

Jaune: *dodges the fist headbutting the first guard and then throwing him on the second guard before walking up to jacques* you...

Jacques: *holding a bleeding lip* you commoner...what do you think you’re do-

Jaune: *grabs him by the collar and smashes him against the wall* you asshole *glaring at him with a murderous look* DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT WEISS GOT THROUGH!?

Jacques: *terrified*

Jaune: *gritting his teeth* YOUR DAUGHTER ALMOST DIED SEVERAL TIMES AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOUR GODDAMN NAME!? WHAT KIND OF SICK FATHER ARE YOU!?

RWBY/NR: ...

Jaune: weiss might’ve started as a selfish and cold girl who didn’t cared for the others if that meant delivering good results, but she grew into so much more than that, she’s not the same as she used to be, she now puts her life on the line every day to help people and protect mankind from the monsters peoples like you can’t face, weiss is one of us, she’s our friend, and i can’t speak for the others, but if i have anything to say for me is: if you want to take weiss away, you'll have to take her over my cold and dead body do you hear me? So you better bring an entire army, cause i won't go down easily, have i made myself clear to you!?

Jacques: *nods*

Jaune: good, now go away and take your guards with you! *shoves jacques away and throws the guard over him before slamming the door closed*

RWBY/NR: *speechless*

Maria: hehe, nice one blondie, at least one of you has guts for something.

Jaune: *sighs* i'm heading to bed, see you guys tomorrow. *walks out*

*on jaune’s room*

Jaune: *sitting on his bed*

*knock-knock*

Jaune: come in.

Weiss: *getting in the room and closing the door behind her* ...hey.

Jaune: hey.

Weiss: jaune, i...

Jaune: i'm sorry, i know shouldn’t have done that with your father but when he slaped you i just couldn’t hold back, i'm really sorry weiss.

Weiss: n-no, it's okay...actually, i wanted to thank you.

Jaune: *surprised* w-what?

Weiss: *sighs* my father isn’t someone easy to deal with as you might've noticed, and even till this day he still has a lot influence over me, so i usually freeze whenever he’s around, i just wanted to say thank you for standing up for me.

Jaune: no need to thank me, i said i would be there if you needed me.

Weiss: i know, but again, thank you jaune...for helping me and standing for me when i couldn’t

Jaune: *with a small smile* no problem snow angel.

Weiss: *with a small smile as well* you know, if you were like this two years ago i might’ve actually given you a chance to go out with me.

Jaune: *jokingly* well, it's never too late right? Wanna go out with me anytime snow angel?

Weiss: after we finish salem i’ll consider it.

Jaune: wait! really!?

Weiss: sure, why not? But you’ll have to wait for it.

Jaune: *chuckles* right, i’ll wait for it eagerly.

Weiss: *crossing her arms* don’t get your hopes up, i never said i was going to accept it, i said i was going to consider. *turning around to leave*

Jaune: yeah i got it, night weiss.

Weiss: good night jaune *leaves and closes the door* well... *walking to her room* i might give that dunce a chance...maybe.

*fifteen years later*

Frost: MOOMMYYY!!!

Weiss: *flinches* y-yes sweety? *looks down at her six year old daughter on her lap*

Frost: mommy you’re with that look again.

Weiss: what look?

Jaune: *sitting on the couch besides her* the ‘im-deep-in-thoughts-right-now’ look.

Weiss: *sheepishly* sorry, i was remembering some things.

Frost: you lost a big part of the movie mommy.

Jaune: we can just go back for a bit, where do i stop?

Frost: go back a bit more daddy.

Jaune: here?

Frost: no daddy! That was too much, go forward!

Jaune: what about here?

Frost: there daddy!

Jaune: right. so, ready to watch it properly now?

Weiss: *staring at them with a small smile*

Jaune: oh god, did you space out again?

Frost: don’t space out mommy!

Weiss: *giggling* i'm not spacing out, i'm just thinking.

Jaune: think later or we’ll never finish this movie.

Weiss: right *lays against jaune*

Jaune: good, let's go *presses play*

Weiss: jaune...

Jaune: yes?

Weiss: you know i love you right?

Jaune: *chuckles kissing her forehead* yeah i know.

Weiss: good. *snuggles on his arm and with frost on her chest*

Frost: shhh, it's going to start.

Jaune/Weiss: *chuckles* sorry.

[ride-a-dolan]

“I Hate That I Love You” (E.D Fic) Part 6

//Enjoy my loves, please send me ideas for short stories or imagines!! I want to work on other stuff as well as IHTILY 💜

⚠️Warnings⚠️: kissing/lust, some harassing.

Master List

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He pushes me harder up against the wall making sure that I can't get away from him this time. He continues kissing me and listen to this, I don't stop him. I let him take complete control. I don't fight back I just let him kiss me and kiss me and kiss me. It's like electricity is flowing between us making the kiss passionate. His lips are both soft and rough against my own. It's one of the best kisses I have ever had in my entire life and just as quickly as it happened it's over. Ethan pulls back and releases my arms from where they were pinned up against the wall. We both stand there breathing heavy trying to get our breaths back from the kiss.

"What was that?" I ask him.

"I just wanted to see what it would be like." Ethan says with a smirk.

"Why?"

"Just did." He says without looking at me.

"So then tell me, why did you hurt Dylan and tell him to stay away from me?"

"You ask too many questions. Let's just never speak of this again. Nothing has changed between us and I still hate you got it?" He asks before leaving me alone. I chase after him. I don't know why but I wanted some answers. A guy just doesn't kiss a girl like that and walk away promising her that he was still going to bully her. It just makes no sense. I grab his arm and turn him around so that he will be facing me. His touch sends chills up my arm so I quickly yank it away.

"I want answers." I tell him.

"I'm not giving you answers." He states.

"You don't just kiss a girl like that and leave! Why did you do it?" I yell.

"I do."

"You're crazy you know that?"

"Yep." He smiles at me. I've had just about enough of Ethan Dolan and his stupid actions. I wish that there was some way that I could get back at him but there isn't. Anything that I do will just make him happy but it would prove that he got under my skin. He will beat me at anything. This is his game and I'm just one of his pieces in it.

"God I hate you." I mutter angrily.

"Good." We just stand there looking at each other. The anger in the air is enough to suffocate somebody. We hate each other so much. There's so much tension between us. We are complete opposites who do not get along at all yet we just kissed like there was no tomorrow. It doesn't make sense.

"See you later (Y/N).” Ethan says. The way he says it sounds like a promise rather than a statement. I watch him walk off into the night while I just stand there with anger radiating off of me. I didn't know that it was possible to hate another human being as much as I hate Ethan Dolan. I never knew that this kind of hatred existed until now. The worst thing is that I am craving the feel of his lips on mine again. This is so confusing. I hate him I shouldn't want him to kiss me. I should be disgusted by it.

I just shake the thoughts out of my head and go straight to my dorm. I was going to go back to the party but it's probably over now. Maybe I should have went back to see if Dylan is okay, but I don't. I have too much on my mind to deal with him right now. Everything that is going through my mind is Ethan, Ethan’s lips, Ethan’s eyes, Ethan’s hair, Ethan’s voice, Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. I can't seem to shake him out of my mind. That kiss will haunt me for the rest of my life.

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Ashlee eventually came back to our dorm. She was out with her guy. I wanted to stay up and wait on her so I could find out if Dylan was okay and mainly because I knew she would have questions for me like any normal person would. The thing is I have no idea how to answer them. I don't know why Ethan did what he did. I don't know why he kissed me. I don't know why I liked it. I'm just so confused and I honestly don't have any answers for anybody including myself.

"What the hell happened back there?" Ashlee asks as soon as she enters our room.

"Is Dylan okay?"

"Yeah but he is so mad. He said that he is going to get Ethan back for that."

"Great." I mumble. Just another thing that Ethan will blame me for and want to make me pay for it.

"Care to explain what happened?" Ashlee asks me again.

"I don't know."

"Why did he tell Dylan to stay away from you? Is something going on between the two of you?"

"No! I don't know why he did it. I hate him and he hates me."

"Someone who hates you wouldn't have done that (Y/N)." Ashlee says.

"I know but he does. I don't know why he did that and after that he kissed me. I just don't know he is so confusing." I mumble.

"HE KISSED YOU." Ashlee yells. Damn it..

"Uh yeah. After he kicked Dylan and grabbed my arm he took me away from the party to some building. I tried to get away from him and I started yelling at him. He just slammed me up against a wall told me to shut up and kissed me."

"Oh my god."

"Yeah but nothing has changed between us because after that he was his old self again so it doesn't matter." I say sounding a bit sad.

"(Y/N), you like him?"

"No. I hate him."

"Okay..” Ashlee says sounding like she knows something that I don't. Whatever. All I know is that I hate him, he hates me, that's just how it is and will be.

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I never did get sleep that night. I was up all night thinking about Ethan and why he had kissed me. I just don't get how a guy can kiss a girl like that and then act like it didn't happen. Why do boys have to be so complicated?

I needed to get out of my dorm so I can clear my head. I don't bother waking Ashlee up. I just need to be alone so I can think. Maybe I can find Dylan and make sure that he is okay and explain everything to him. It's Saturday so I have all day to find him. I hopefully won't see Ethan, but then his promise comes back into my head so I have a feeling that he will find me or I will find him before this day is over.

I quietly leave the dorm and go outside. The fresh air feels nice and I already feel a little bit better. Now where would Dylan be? I have no clue where to even look. I just decided to walk around until maybe I see him somewhere. I really wish I was with my parents. I know I keep saying that but it would be so much better if I were with them. I haven't talked to them in a few days because they are somewhere with no cell phone signal. I bet they are having so much fun while I'm here getting harassed by an idiotic boy who just so happened to kiss me.

I continue walking but I still don't see Dylan anywhere. Maybe he is in his dorm. Ashlee may know here he is so when I go back to the dorm I will ask her. I'm surprised that Ethan hasn't found me yet. He seems to always find me when I don't want him to. Which is basically all of the time. Just as I'm rounding the corner on the sidewalk I hear yelling. I recognize one of the voices almost immediately. Ethan.

“What was that at the party Dolan?" I see Dylan asking Ethan.

"Oh you know me just taking full advantage of you because you are weak piece of shit and can't fight back." Ethan says smugly back to him.

God he is a douche.

“We're you jealous because I was with (Y/N)?"

"No."

"Why else would you even do that?"

"I was bored." Ethan says. Liar.

“Doesn't mean you can pick on people for no reason." Dylan says. He better watch what he says. Ethan really hates it when someone talks back to him.

"I can do whatever I want." Ethan says angrily. This is not going to go well.

"Not to me you can't." Dylan says and lunges forward. He tries to hit Ethan in the face, Ethan just dodges him and throws him onto the ground. Ethan then kicks him in the ribs like he did at the party but this time Dylan gets up and tries to punch Ethan again. Ethan once again dodges and hits Dylan so hard that his nose starts bleeding. They can't going after each other and from the looks of it aren't going to stop.

Nobody else is around so nobody can stop them. I have to do something I can't let them fight like this especially because it's over me. I'm the reason that Ethan did that to Dylan at the party. I have to stop them. I don't know how though.

"Ethan stop!" I yell making the two boys stop for a second. Dylan has blood dripping down his face while Ethan hardly has any marks in him.

"Get out of here (Y/N)." Ethan growls.

"No, not until you stop fighting with him. It's stupid." I tell him.

"He came at me first so I'm just giving him what he deserves." Ethan states as if it's obvious.

"So? You don't have to fight him just let him go." I tell him. Ethan just looks at me. It's like he is having a mental battle with himself before he finally let's Dylan go. Ethan walks passed me angrily and I run up to Dylan.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Just leave me alone. You two apparently have something going on and I don't want to be a part of it. Bye." Dylan says and walks away from me. There's goes the only possible chance I ever had with Dylan all because of Ethan. He ruins everything and I am so sick of it. My hands are trembling with so much anger towards him. I need to get this anger out and I know exactly who to take it out on. I take off in the direction that Ethan went towards. Let's see how he likes it when someone takes their anger out on him.

I go after him and eventually see him a little ways ahead of me. He looks angry. He has his hands balled up in fists and he is pacing back and forth through the grass. Perfect. I walk up to him and push him as hard as I can.

“You ruin everything did you know that?" I ask him angrily.

"I do now." He says. I start to push him again but he stops me by grabbing my arms.

"Don't." He growls out between gritted teeth. Luckily for me I had on my boots so I kick him as hard as I can, making him collapse to the ground with a groan.

"That's what you get. You have ruined my life here. Dylan doesn't want anything to do with me because he thinks you and me have something going on. You torture me every day at school. I am sick of it." I practically yell at him.

"You don't need Dylan." Ethan groans out while standing back up.

"Maybe I do but I won't know now."

"You don't. He isn't even the right guy for you."

"And you would know this how?" I ask him.

"I just do." He says.

"No you don't. You don't know me and you don't know the kind of guys I like."

"I think I do." Ethan says taking a step towards me. I take a step back from him. He smirks at me. "You are so scared of me aren't you? You would do anything that I asked you to wouldn't you?" He asks.

"No. I'm not scared of you."

"Then why do you always tense up whenever I am around. Why do you always back away from me when I walk towards you?" I was in control of this situation a few minutes ago. How did he even take control of it?

"I don't maybe you just are seeing things."

"No I believe I'm right. Just admit (Y/N), you are scared of me." I refuse to admit anything to him. "I'm right." He says happily.

"No you're not. I'm not scared of you and you will leave me alone form here on out." I say boldly.

"I'm afraid you're wrong. I will never leave you alone. You will hate me so much by the end of this year and I can promise you that." He says. I don't know what to say to him. I'm speechless. Once again he wins. There's no way I can beat him. Especially when it's his game that we're playing. I just can't win. Ethan smiles at me and leaves. Oh how I wish I could slap that stupid smug smile off of his perfect little face.

“You know Ethan. You sure did hate me when you were shoving your tongue down my mouth." I say loud enough for him to hear. This did it. He stops dead in his tracks and slowly turns around to look at me. I just look back at him with the same hatred he is looking at me with. Maybe I can win this little game of his. I just have to play it a little bit differently than he does.

"I was drunk when I did that. It meant nothing to me." He says.

"Oh really because I recall you not drinking anything at that party because the second you came inside and saw Dylan and I dancing you got jealous and hurt him to take me away. Now am I right or am I right?" I ask smugly. Ethan does nothing except comes at me once again making me fall onto the ground. He pins my shoulders to the ground and is breathing hard. His eyes look like they are full of lust. For a split second he leans down as if he is going to kiss me but he stops himself. I stare wide-eyed up at him. I have never seen him look like this before.

"You are wrong. I hate you (Y/N). I hate you so much. More than anything on this planet." He growls into my ear.

"Sure seems like every chance you get, you are around me, touching me, talking to me. That's not what you're supposed to do when you hate somebody."

He just shakes his head and stands up letting go of me. "You really think I like you? You weren't even a good kisser. I'm glad that you turned me down at that party. I will never like you. You aren't even my type." He says and leaves me lying on the ground shocked.

I would be lying if I said that what he just said didn't hurt me. It hurt me worse than it would have hurt if he would have hit me. I wish he liked me. I wish I was his type. I wish that he would just kiss me again. I need him to like me. I crave it more than anything and I hate that fact so much. When I do lean back up I notice that my phone has fallen out of my pocket. I search everywhere for it but I see no sign of it anywhere. Hopefully I just dropped it when I was following Ethan. I get up and start walking back to my dorm. Sure enough there it is lying on the ground. I sigh a relief and pick it up but I notice that I have a new text message.

From Unknown:

I may have lied a little just then. You are a great kisser.

I stared at the text wide-eyed. I know that it's Ethan. Who else would it be anyway? Ethan Dolan just said that I am a great kisser. That should not make me happy in the slightest but it does. Why? I would also love to know how he even got my number. My phone was in my pocket the whole time so how did he get it to get my number? This Dolan kid is the most confusing human being on this planet.

I don't even bother replying to him. I don't want to become little texting buddies with the idiot. I put my phone back it my pocket and walk back to my dorm. This day has not been good. The only good thing to come from this day is that I know how to drive Ethan crazy and make him angry just like he does to me. I can now fight back and maybe even beat him at his own game.

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//Hey guys, this is kind of a filler part, I’m sorry if I sucks...part 6 will be up soon! 💜//

[trancowboy]

Hi Charlie, I'm making a thing and I was wondering if you could help me by shraing your view about steve rogers and bucky barnes, as individual characters as well as your view of their relationship together, headcanons and such, is totally okay if you can't, but if you do I'd be eternally grateful! Thanks anyway

Pal, you basically just invited me to write a whole entire essay about these two assholes, so… I’m sorry? This is gonna get long and most likely sad.

Steve Rogers:

Steve is an asshole, through and through. He’s got a heart of gold and being a good person is in his nature, but my god is he an asshole.

He will fight anyone who does him or anyone he cares about wrong. He won’t hesitate to pick a fight and he would much rather throw some punches than have a verbal conversation/discussion.

Steve Rogers talks with his fists. He’ll fight until he physically can’t stand anymore and even then he will stand up and push himself just that last little bit.

(”I could do this all day.” Steve, my angry baby, have a seat and take a nap.)

Steve is the bisexual we deserve. I think he’s always been aware that he’s attracted to both men and women, but he never told anyone about it back in the day. He didn’t need people to have another reason to beat him up, so he kept it quiet.

(And if he paid a little more attention to certain drawings of a certain boy, then that was his business.)

I don’t think he knew there was a name for what he feels until he woke up in the future. But once he found out and learned more about it, I like to think he’d be a Proud Bi and just tell everyone he comes across because it’s okay now and he can do it.

Sure, it gets a little tiring when he answers his phone with, “Steve Rogers, proud bisexual. Hello,” but his friends get used to it and strangers get past the confusion quickly.

Steve swears. A lot. Like a whole fucking lot. I actively ignore the whole “Language” line (unless it was a joke that Steve only told because he’s tired of the ~grandpa~ jokes, which, ok, I can get behind that) because Steve Rogers has the mouth of a fucking sailor.

Steve can swear up a storm but compliment him or flirt with him or be extra nice or anything and he’ll blush like a tomato and become so awkward he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Even after all these years, Steve still feels a bit awkward in this new body of his. He doesn’t miss being skinny and sickly and tiny and on the brink of death all the time, but sometimes he doesn’t like being big and muscle-y either. Sometimes he doesn’t like how he can’t make himself invisible as easily as he used to.

Sometimes he just wants to curl up under the covers of his bed and hide from the outside world that has painted him as a person he’s not; a world that sees him as a soldier and Captain America™ rather than a human being.

He lives in a world he doesn’t recognize where everyone he ever knew and cared about are either dead or only remembers him half the time. This deleted scene from The Avengers shows just how detached to the world he feels and honestly, I have way too many feelings about that three minute video.

Steve throws himself into danger (jumping on a grenade without thought, crashing the Valkyrie, jumping out of a plane without a parachute, etc) because he doesn’t really care whether he lives or dies. He never feared death because death has loomed over him like a shadow since he was a child.

And maybe he wants death to take him sometimes. He definitely wanted to when he crashed the Valkyrie. He could have fought more, could have figured out a way to save the world and still survive, but he was tired and he just wanted it to end, so he stopped fighting.

And then he woke up 70 years later to more fighting and he just never slowed down or took a break, because if he did, he’d have to deal with how he was feeling and he couldn’t handle that. He didn’t want to deal with it because it was too painful.

While extremely heavy on the angst, Einherjar by thecommodore_squid perfectly portrays Steve’s depression. Steve in that fic is pretty much exactly how I see him.

MOVING ON TO HAPPIER THINGS, SHALL WE?

Steve is a Disney nerd. He probably didn’t get to catch up on all the new Disney movies between TFA and CW, but between giving up the shield and becoming Nomad (@ marvel let me have bearded!nomad!steve pls and thanks) he probably took a breather for the first time in years and started on the list.

(Does he sit with a laptop by Bucky’s cryo freezer and watches them with him??? haha shoot me)

Steve will fight for what he believes in, no matter what. He proved that in CW when he gave up everything for Bucky without thinking twice.

And then, of course, there’s my headcanon that Steve is trans but if I dive into that, this thing is gonna end up 100k on Steve alone.

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky cares so much. He’s the guy who stood by this skinny, little punk’s side when no one else did. He’s the guy who probably worked his ass off for hours and hours just to get enough money so Steve could get healthy (or healthier) again.

He’s the guy who went through torture and trauma and had the opportunity to get an honorable discharge after what he went through, but he didn’t. Instead he followed his best friend back into war and it cost him his life and freedom and self.

But I’d bet my left foot that he’d do it all again, because he’s Bucky and Bucky cares so goddamn much about everyone but himself.

Bucky is gay. Yes, he was with women back in the day and yes, he kissed them and fooled around with them and probably got off a little, but I think he did it just because it was expected of him.

If it wasn’t because it would be suspicious to everyone else, he would probably just stay home with Steve and pine every single day.

Bucky is such a giant fucking nerd. He finds science and technology incredibly exciting. I mean, he did spend his last night before going off to war dragging Steve to the Stark Expo (and their dates but eh).

Imagine his reaction to all the science stuff he missed while being used by Hydra? He’s gonna light up like a child on Christmas. God, I love my nerd son so much.

Bucky is smart as hell and no one can convince me otherwise. I mean, “[…] having been an excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom” is proof enough.

Bucky has been through hell and back several times. He’s been wiped of his memories and himself until he was a blank slate for Hydra to do whatever they wanted to with, and it’s happened probably more times than he’s been able to keep track of. And every time he started regaining just a little bit of himself or just one little memory, the torture would start all over again.

He’s been through hell, so it shouldn’t surprise anyone that he suffers from a severe case of PTSD.

Bucky Barnes is a man who cares and protects and when he’s made into a weapon who kills and murders and destroys – when he himself becomes the danger, he locks himself away because he thinks that’s the best thing for everybody.

Steve + Bucky:

There’s no Steve without Bucky, and there’s no Bucky without Steve. Steve and Bucky have always been SteveandBucky, and one without the other means they’re never really whole.

They’re their own person, sure, but they’re better together. They make each other better. Bucky makes sure Steve doesn’t kill himself with his stupidity and recklessness, and Steve makes sure Bucky gets protected and cared for too.

Steve will give up everything for Bucky, no hesitation and no questions asked, and Bucky will do whatever it takes to protect Steve, even if that means hurting him in the process (ie going into cryo).

Bucky is Steve’s dark side and Steve will do anything for him.

I have mixed thoughts on who fell in love with who first. My first instinct is to say Bucky fell in love with Steve first because of all the obvious pining in TFA, but then I think about little Steve Rogers who everyone beat up and disregarded and didn’t care about getting saved by this wonderful boy who doesn’t look down on him and treats him like an equal and I think it was easy for Steve to fall in love with Bucky, so I’m just¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

It doesn’t really matter who fell in love with who first though, does it? What mattes is that they love each other unconditionally and ‘til the end of the line (and beyond cause c’mon. That kinda love is never gonna die).

To end on a lighter note, I’m gonna give you some fluffy headcanons cause I have A Lot.

Steve is the big spoon. He always has been. Bucky loved when there was a skinny octopus clinging to him and barely being able to cover him and he loves it when he’s surrounded by pillowy muscles and warmth.

Bucky was Steve’s favorite subject to draw. And even after everything, even when he hadn’t seen him for years and thought he was dead, Steve still drew him because he never wanted to forget the face of the man he loves.

Whenever Bucky talks about science stuff, he gets all excited and extra cute, and Steve always falls in love with him a little bit more.

Same for when Steve talks about art or literally anything he’s passionate about. Steve could talk about poop and piss for an hour, and Bucky would be making heart-eyes at him the whole time.

Steve used to wear Bucky’s shirts all the time. His excuse used to be that he was too lazy to do laundry, but really, he just liked wearing Bucky’s clothes. (Bucky never minded.)

Clothes sharing is a Thing with these two. It’s a Thing that happens a lot and no one can convince me otherwise.

Bucky loves having his hair played with and Steve loves to play with Bucky’s hair.

Bucky has always loved dancing. That doesn’t change over the years, and he will make Steve dance with him again. (”I don’t care that the serum didn’t fix your two left feet, Stevie, dance with me.”)

When they finally do get together (whether that was before the war or after TWS doesn’t matter) Steve never wastes an opportunity to tell Bucky he loves him, and Steve takes every chance he can to kiss him because now he can.

Steve was probably the one who made the first move.

Steve is a little shit and Bucky loves him even when he’s being Extra and Dramatic and even when Bucky’s exasperated with him. Steve can be as much of an asshole as he wants to, because Bucky will always love him.

Bucky loves flirting with Steve just to see Steve blush bright red. (Sometimes Bucky will just casually put his hand on Steve’s butt or boob and Steve will become Captain Tomato.)

Steve will fucking fight anyone who says anything bad about Bucky.

Conclusion: Give these boys some hugs and a happy ending, please and thank you.

Anyway, I’ve got a ton more Thoughts but this is already so stupidly long, so I’m gonna stop there. Hope this was helpful (was it??? idk) and thank you for letting me ramble on about these two fuckers.

PS, tell me more about your thing or link me, maybe, if you wanna 👀