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wayfinderships · 7 months ago
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Good evening gamers! I hope everyone's day has gone well! :>
As for me, I'm just thinking about all my familial f/os. Specially my kids and fankids-
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silverselfshippingchaos · 1 year ago
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what's up, gamers?
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pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 2 years ago
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Zoro x Fem Reader fluff and NSFW! S/O is a sweet and gentle lover, being like the opposite of Zoro. She always takes care of Zoro, like giving him blankets during naps, water and towels and massages during his training, etc. But Zoro hasn’t done much for her as a lover, which everyone but S/O reminds him. Zoro tries making it up by taking her to a flower field date. S/O is so happy, playing with the flowers that Zoro couldn’t help but fall in love with her innocence and kindness even more.
S;DUFDFVHJDOI;FDS;SDJF;OS THE WAY I SQUAWKED AND FOLDED FOR THIS REQUEST because I relate to it sooooo much oh my goodness gracious. I was so excited to write this and kept thinking about how to approach it, (which you can tell from how long it is... I got SUPER carried away lol)!!! Thank you SO MUCH for this request!!! I also used post timeskip Zoro because he seems more serious and stoic, and just imagining him being soft and blushing and in love just sidfjduhgsdijfo;i ugh okay? I headcanon that Sanji hides the sake and beer from Zoro just because he can. I don't know yet if it ever actually happens, but I would not be surprised.
🍶 Wordcount: 6.2k (DO NOT EXPECT THIS NORMALLY PEOPLE, I JUST HAD FUN WITH THIS AND WENT OVERBOARD BY A LOT)
Warnings: light angst, kinda cheesy romance (leave me alone I'm a romantic), kinda ooc fluffy soft!Zoro (because I'm a SLUT for soft zoro), SMUT - (oral/fingering, f!receiving, penis in vagina sex, squirting, mild choking m!receiving, f!reader getting railed by Zoro)
There is a section written in green from Zoro's POV.
Okay I'm literally so proud of this piece. That's it. Thank you, and enjoy.
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ALL CREDIT TO ARTIST BUT I CAN'T FIND THEM but it's the perfect image for how I describe Zoro looking at you adoringly :3
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"All I'm saying is that if I had a lover like her, I'd give her everything and anything" Sanji quipped from his place in front of the stove.
"I didn't ask you, ero-cook. I love her and she knows it. That's enough. Stay out of my relationship" Zoro snapped from the pantry, searching for some alcohol.
"You should say 'our' relationship, idiot marimo. It's you and her together."
Zoro slammed shut the pantry, rattling the wall. The cook hid all the alcohol from him again.
"I don't want advice from a love sick fool who can't get a woman to save his life. At least I have a girlfriend" he spat, stalking towards the door.
"Yet you're arguing with me, trying to find alcohol to go drink alone instead of spending time with her. After everything she does for you." Zoro spun around angrily, hand on one of his swords, but was interrupted by the door to the eating area opening. You stood in the doorway hesitantly, immediately sensing the tension in the air, and the way it thickened at your presence.
"Oh. Uh. I stashed an extra bottle of alcohol away for you for when San-... uh... you couldn't find any... so... here" you held out the bottle. It was a bottle of decent sake you had swiped and stashed last week for the inevitable time the cook hid all the alcohol from your boyfriend, which you had seen the blond doing earlier.
"Thanks" Zoro muttered as he took it from your hand. He walked out the door, leaving you with the cook. You didn't miss the glower the cook sent towards the swordsman's back at his dismissive attitude, but you ignored it. You walked into the kitchen, distracting Sanji from his annoyance with a sweet request for two cups of water. He quickly got them for you with an exaggerated flourish, causing you to giggle. At the innocent sound, his smile turned sad before he became serious.
"You do too much for him and don't get enough in return" he muttered. Your heart clenched.
"He loves me in different ways, away from where people can see. Unfortunately, it's hard to do that on a ship" you said, shrugging off the comment. You knew it was true. You knew he loved you, he just... had lofty goals. It's hard to find time for romance and giving your lover attention when you're training constantly to be the worlds greatest swordsman, and first mate to the future pirate king. You knew that going into the relationship, and you were content with giving him attention so he knew he was loved.
"Besides, if he knows I love him, that's all that matters to me" you said.
"He doesn't even take you on dates when we go to islands" Sanji said quietly.
"It's pretty hard to do when he has the directional sense of a rock, and he somehow usually manages to get into some sort of trouble" you dismissed easily. The cook sighed, turning back to the stove.
"As long as you're happy, but I'd be glad to kick his ass for you if you ever feels like he needs it" he offered. You snorted, grabbing the waters as you made your way towards the door.
"You'd do it if he even looked at you wrong, let alone pissed me off" you teased, opening the door. Sanji waved goodbye with a sweet smile, knowing what you said was one hundred percent true. You rolled your eyes, making your way to the deck towards Zoro. It was evening, the sea breeze sweeping away the heat of the day, cooling the air to a comfortable temperature. The sun was starting to set, the sky turning gold with strokes of pink and red towards the horizon.
Your boyfriend was enjoying the last vestiges of sunlight on the deck, sprawled on his side with his head propped in his hand. You stood and admired his features for a second. His short green hair seemed more vibrant in this light, and his eyes closed gently, the scar over his eye shining with the different texture. The light hit his exposed chest just right, highlighting and shadowing his muscles that he worked so hard for. He brought the bottle of sake up to his lips and took a swig. You watched as his chiseled jaw moved as his throat bobbed. His earrings glinted in the golden light at the new angle. You swallowed, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach.
"You just gonna stand there?" he asked, lowering the bottle from his lips. A drop made its way down his chin but he wiped it off carelessly with the back of his hand. You cleared your throat, flustered that you had been caught staring. You made your way to sit so he could see you with his good eye. You silently held out the glass of water, glancing at him quickly.
"You good? You look like your blushing" he said, letting his fingers linger over yours as he accepted the glass of water. One of his ways of showing innocent affection.
"Yeah... You just... You're so beautiful" you breathed honestly. Zoro blushed slightly and grunted, looking away from you. You giggled quietly, able to read his reactions like a book. He was surprised and flustered.
"Not my choice of description" he mumbled. You decided to tease him further.
"No? I could say you're pretty, or stunning. I could say you're handsome, sexy, strong, amazing-"
"Shut up!" he swatted your thigh lightly. Now he was beyond flustered, blushing all the way to his ears. You dissolved into laughter, falling onto your back as you clutched your stomach. You missed his gaze, staring openly at you with awe, but he controlled his expression quickly before someone saw him. Your laughter eventually faded, and you eased yourself up to lean on your elbows to watch the sunset. Streaks of purples, oranges, pinks, and reds painted the sky.
"Tomorrow we should arrive at a spring island" you said quietly. Zoro grunted quietly. To anyone else, it sounded like a simple acknowledgement that you spoke, but you heard his silent invitation to continue.
"It's famous for the flower fields that grow wild there" you said, awe and excitement coloring your voice. You didn't notice his curious glance towards you.
"Yeah?" he prodded. You sat up fully, hugging your knees to your chest, your expression dreamy as you let the visual of the current sunset coloring imaginary wildflower fields form in your mind.
"Mmmhmm. I told Chopper I'd go with him" you said quietly.
An idea bloomed in the swordsman's mind, but he kept his expression neutral.
"For medicinal herbs?" he asked. You nodded.
"I'm excited" you said dreamily. Zoro hummed, a plan forming behind his neutral face. He'd need to ask some favors, which he hated, but to see you smile it was worth it.
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The next morning you woke up with more energy than usual, the excitement to visit the wildflower fields evident in your actions. All morning, you asked Robin about her flowers, and she lent you a book about the flowers you were likely to see on this island. You devoured the information until Luffy exclaimed loudly that he could see land. You worked off your extra energy running wild around the ship with him and Chopper, feeding each other's childish excitement. You didn't see Zoro anywhere, but assumed he was training in the crows nest.
The ship finally docked, and you waited impatiently for Chopper to finish gathering what he needed before the two of you leapt off the ship.
"Oi! Wait up! I'm coming with you two" your boyfriend called out, sounding exasperated as he slung a bag around him. Your happy surprise showed in a small squeal and a jump into his arms once he caught up. A wide grin donned your lips and you laughed as he tsk'd at your behavior and pushed you back by your forehead.
"Did you shower?" you asked, surprised. Normally it took you promising alone time or a bottle of sake to get him to shower regularly.
"So what if I did?"
You shrugged, grabbing his hand as you turned away.
"C'mon! Let's go! And don't let go of my hand. I don't want you getting lost"
You lead the way through the town, the three of you stopping to buy some drinks before continuing. Chopper got chocolate milk, Zoro got sake, and you tried a popular local flower tea. You asked the shopkeeper directions to the flower fields to make sure you were going the right way. He nodded, but leaned forward, indicating at your hand in Zoro's.
"The fields are a tourist attraction, but there's a place that's out of the way and much prettier, if you're looking for a more secluded area." You opened your mouth to say it didn't matter, but Zoro leaned forward, intrigued. You realized he probably wanted to take a nap in the quiet area, so you nodded and asked for directions. You thanked the shopkeeper with a few coins as a tip for his information, and set off with Chopper and Zoro in tow.
"You didn't have to give him money just for telling us that" Zoro griped. You rolled your eyes.
"You just say that 'cause you're in huge debt to Nami" you teased. He bristled slightly.
"He offered up the information for free!"
You shrugged.
"You repay kindness with kindness. That comes in different forms for different people"
Zoro grunted, having no reply to that. Chopper spoke up.
"Ooo you're so nice! But the directions the man gave you leads to a different area where the herbs I need don't grow. Is it okay if we split up? I'll be fine by myself, and you can go enjoy the beautiful area."
You hesitated. You told Chopper you'd help him find herbs, but the offer to spend alone time with Zoro without other people disturbing you in a flower field sounded too tempting. Your boyfriend squeezed your hand.
"He'll be fine. Let's go. You're excited right?"
You exhaled, and ran your free hand through your hair before smiling down at Chopper.
"You sure?" He nodded determinedly at your question, then ran off with a quick goodbye and a promise to be safe. You watched him for a bit, but turned around when Zoro tugged on your hand.
"C'mon. Lets go" he urged. He began leading you, but you quickly stopped him, a smile tugging on your lips.
"That's the way we came from, babe. This way."
He huffed in embarrassment both at his mistake and your pet name, but let you lead him. You reached a fork in the path just outside the town. One sign indicated the path lead to the flower fields, but you headed down the unmarked path, following the shopkeeper's directions.
"Oi. The sign said the other way. You sure we're on the right path?" your boyfriend asked. You glanced at him with a single raised brow and a smirk.
"I love you so much Zoro, but I'm surprised you even realized the sign was referring to the other path"
He blushed and spluttered, indignant at your quip and flustered by your easy admission of your feelings towards him. You cut him off with a soft laugh.
"Hurry up! I can smell the flowers already!" You broke into a quick jog. The swordsman easily kept pace with you, staying by your side even as you let go of his hand. You focused on the path ahead of you, missing his quick, adoring glance at you. There was nobody around, after all.
A few minutes later, you rounded a corner of a rock face, and your view exploded in vibrant colors. Shades of purple, pink, yellow, orange, green, and blue dotted the field sprawled in front of you. You gasped audibly, in awe of the view in front of you. The air was thick with the sweet scent of flowers, the breeze wafting their perfume around you as it brushed the petals and bowed the thin stems in waves. A lone apple tree stood in the middle of the field, matching the rustling of the field as the breeze threaded through it's boughs. The field led to a cliff, which looked out over a hidden cove. The beach below was white sand and turquoise waters.
You stepped forward hesitantly, unwilling to crush any of the beautiful plants. A warm hand landed on your lower back, nudging you forward. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the flowers.
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He wished you could see yourself from his point of view. His life had been dark and full of violence, but you brought innocence and raw love to his life. You were the light to his shadows, the food for his soul, the gentleness to his calloused fighting.
Your awe at the flower field in front of the two of you froze your entire body, your hand curled in a gentle fist against your chest, over your heart as if checking you weren't dead. You were hardly breathing, as if unwilling to disturb the beauty in front of you.
Tears shone in your eyes, overwhelmed by the excitement and unfiltered, pure awe of the beauty in front of you. You took a small step forward but stopped. He placed a gentle hand on your lower back, nudging you slightly forward. You deserved to experience the beauty he could never bring you as a person.
You deserved everything his crewmates said you did. The open affection, the love, gentle smiles, and innocent caresses, returning the small gestures and kindness you unthinkingly did for him. You massaged his muscles when he over trained, patched up his minor injuries after a fight, and brought him water and fresh towels when he was working out. He wanted to give back. To run a finger over your cheek before kissing you gently, to play with your hair, to cuddle you when you frowned.
Yet, selfishly, he couldn't bring himself to be seen doing it. He couldn't let anyone know you were his weakness, that he loved you enough to give up his dream of being the worlds greatest swordsman for you. It wasn't that he didn't trust his crew, he did. It just terrified him knowing how deeply you affected him- how much he loved you, and how much he would sacrifice for you. He would even destroy the very sun if you asked.
He let his gaze wander over your face. Innocent and pure adoration, the tears in your eyes at the view that surpassed your expectations. You looked beautiful, but he couldn't bring himself to say it because he was falling even harder for you. He nudged you forward gently again with the hand on your back.
She deserves everything.
"Go on. You deserve it" he said quietly.
He met your gaze, letting himself show his affection for you, removing the wall he put up to keep his expression neutral. Fresh tears gathered in your eyes, and he chuckled at your innocence.
"Get out there or I'll carry you" he teased. With a nod, you shuffled forward, and crouched to gently caress the delicate petals of a flower. He could hardly tell them apart, but you had been studying them all morning. You sniffed the flower, and you gazed at the field before suddenly taking off. Your unabashed, pure and kind laughter carried over the field, making him smile at your innocent joy and excitement. You opened your arms as you spun, as if to hug the breeze that tangled it's fingers through your shining hair. Your face turned towards the sun as you breathed deeply, a smile never leaving your face.
He couldn't help the answering smile that graced his own lips. Your beauty and joy sent his heart fluttering as he made his way to the lone apple tree to set up the meal he had packed the two of you, courtesy his begrudging ask of Sanji. He wanted the best for you, and even he had to admit the cook was good at his job.
He was supposed to stay and watch the ship today, but he asked Franky to instead. The damn cyborg had even started bawling when he explained begrudgingly that he wanted to take you on a special date. He considered asking Brook to be nearby to play some of your favorite songs, but he really wanted it to be the two of you during this date, so he asked him to do it tonight, back on the ship. He asked Robin and Usopp to work together to buy some seeds and plant you some flowers from the area in a small planter, so you could always have a little bit of this spring island with you. He even asked Chopper to make an excuse to find the herbs somewhere else. It was lucky that the shopkeeper guided the two of you away from where the reindeer actually needed to go.
He flicked open the blanket, spreading it on the ground beneath the tree. He saw a few ripe apples in the branches, and picked them easily. He heard your footsteps approaching, but didn't look back, focused on reaching the last apple, just out of his reach.
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"What's all this?" you asked breathlessly. Zoro didn't look back. You slid off your shoes before stepping fully on the spread blanket, placing them neatly next to Zoro's boots.
"'s for you" he said before jumping a little to grasp the apple he was trying to pick. As he pulled it from the tree, the branch shook, raining petals and leaves on the two of you. You giggled. He turned around, gaze landing on you, and froze. His eyes were wide and his mouth parted. A blush was coloring his cheeks a red under his tanned skin. He had only reacted like this the first time he saw you naked in his bed. You noticed he had a leaf stuck in his hair, and you chuckled as you reached out to pluck it from his head. He started a little, and pulled you close with an arm around your waist.
"What's wrong?" you tilted your head.
"You..." he trailed off, plucking a light pink petal from your hair.
"Me?"
"God I love you so much" he breathed. Your eyes widened, and you gasped lightly. It was kind of rare for him to say it, preferring to show you. He took a deep breath, exhaling as he cradled your cheeks in his hands. His thumbs drew matching gentle circles on your cheeks, and he lowered his forehead to yours, eyes closed. One of your hands came up to cradle his, the other resting on his hip.
"I know I should be more open about it. I'm a selfish bastard because I just can't let people know that you're my weakness. I can't let them know that I'd give up my dreams, to be the best, for you. Because when I'm with you... nothing else matters. I'd tear down the sun and the moon if it meant you would always be happy and safe. I can't show it because I can't lose you."
His voice sounded strained, as if it caused him pain to speak like this. Your voice caught in your throat, unable to form any words. You could only surge forward in a desperate kiss, which he matched in fervor. You couldn't get enough of him, shoving your tongue into his mouth clumsily to explore it. He grunted in surprise, but quickly adapted, returning the favor quickly. Your hand that was resting on his wrapped around to thread through his windswept hair, and the one that was on his hip slid to his bare chest, trailing down to his haramaki. He groaned into your mouth, his own hands skimming down from your face, featherlight touches down your shoulders and sides until he reached your hips. He broke the kiss, breathless.
"You drive me insane, woman" he muttered as his hands cupped under your ass. He tapped his hands twice, and you took the hint, looping your arms around his neck and jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. He lifted you easily, and you kissed him again. He moaned into the kiss, and you answered with a groan. He knelt smoothly on the blanket, lowering you to your back gently. You broke the kiss, looking at him softly as he hovered above you, hands caging your head.
"You drive me insane too" you muttered with a smile. He smiled lovingly at you.
"Pretty sure that's part of the boyfriend job description" he answered, leaning down to nose your jaw. You huffed a laugh as he tickled your neck with butterfly kisses. You rarely saw this side of Zoro, and each moment made you fall more in love with him. Usually it was desperate, passionate kisses that lead to fucking, and while that was nice, this felt more like you were going to make love. You dragged your hands down his chest, reveling in the warm touch and the chiseled muscles.
"Zoro"
"Hm?" He broke away from your neck, meeting your gaze. Your hands drifted to the front of the shoulders, flexed as he held himself above you.
"I want you" you whispered. His eyes flared with lust.
"Whatever you want, princess" he muttered, lips brushing yours with his words. He covered your lips with his, slightly chapped and tasting like the sweet sake he had on the walk here. You groaned, and you let him explore your mouth with his tongue, running over your teeth and tangling his tongue with yours. Your hands threaded through his hair, scratching his scalp the way he liked. He broke the kiss from your lips and started kissing down your neck, gently biting in places before licking and kissing it as if in apology. A hand wandered under your shirt, caressing your belly, sides, and breasts.
"I don't tell you nearly enough. You're beautiful"
Your breath hitched, and you raised a hand to cover your mouth in shyness. He sat back, and pulled you sitting upright with his movement. He helped you strip from your shirt, decorating your chest with soft kisses. You tilted your head back, a blush on your face, unused to the loving attention. Normally it was pawing and tearing at each other's clothes in desperate lust when you finally got some privacy, but this... this you liked. A lot.
You moaned lightly as his hands deftly removed your bra, then eased you back down gently onto the blanket. He cupped your breasts, thumb rubbing gentle circles over your nipples as his tongue laved over the other one. You moaned quietly, raising a curled hand to your lips in embarrassment. Zoro caught it before it even reached your shoulder, and popped off your nipple to catch your eye as he hovered over your chest.
"Let me hear you. Please." His voice was deepened with lust. You nodded at him, sure your blush was prominent. He huffed a small chuckle, letting himself look at you with all the love he had, a genuine close-lipped smile curving his lips softly.
"Let me take care of you today" he said, kissing the back of your fingers.
You tangled your fingers with his, gazing at him, "Z-zoro".
He leaned down to kiss your lips chastely, before allowing himself to travel down your neck and chest, planting soft kisses on your skin. He whispered praises unabashedly, knowing he could show his love for you openly here. It was safe. His hands kneaded your breasts as if to ground himself.
"I love you so fucking much"
"So beautiful"
"I love how you do so much for me"
"I love how you show me you care for me"
"I love how innocent and carefree you can be"
"I'd give you the world if I could"
He slowly made his way to your shorts, nipping lightly at the skin of your tummy before sliding his hands down your sides and removing your shorts and panties. You lifted your hips to help him. He hummed in appreciation at the sight of you laid bare in front of him, better than any meal he could ever taste. He gently spread your legs, and you tried to keep your thighs closed out of embarrassment. He soothed his warm calloused hands on the outside of your legs, from hips to ankles. He easily placed your knees on his shoulders, and eased himself forward. You parted for him automatically.
"There's my good girl" he cooed. Electrifying heat pooled in your lower abdomen at the words. His words were usually somewhat degrading, which you loved, but his praise trailed heated fingers down your spine. You moaned, and you could feel him smirking against the fat of your thigh as he kissed it. His fingers slid their way over your slit, finding your hole and collecting some slick so he could rub your clit. You hummed at the sensation, breath starting to come faster as you began to lose yourself to his ministrations. His fingers were gently drawing circles on the outside of your clit, making sure you didn't get too stimulated right away.
His face lowered in tandem with his fingers, his tongue quickly finding your clit as his fingers prodded at your hole. One slid in and out a few times before the second finger joined and together, they prodded up into that one spot that sent your toes curling, right as he flicked his tongue expertly on your clit. Your orgasm was sudden and blinding, squeezing around his fingers and your hands finding their way to his head, bringing him closer. He groaned into your cunt, lapping at you like his life depended on it. Your moan was loud, head thrown back and back arched sweetly for him as your thighs squeezed around his head. He only eased his onslaught of pleasure as your thighs loosened their grip and you were pushing away his head.
Your chest was heaving from your pleasure, and he was catching his breath from being happily squished between your thighs. He licked the shiny release he could release from his face, dragging the back of his hand across the rest of his face.
"You like being praised that much, princess?" he teased, a smirk on his face as he shed his coat and haramaki with practiced movements. You could only stare as his muscular frame rippled under his tanned skin. He leaned over you, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. He chuckled, but it was different from the dark laugh that promised difficulty walking the next day. There was a light blush on his cheeks, and he looked genuinely happy. You looked in awe, having never seen this expression on his serious face. He brushed his lips on your cheek, then pulled back.
"You deserve to hear it."
You couldn't help it. At those words, tears brimmed your eyes. Zoro panicked. He sat back on his heels and immediately brought you to his lap, holding you.
"Oi! Wait! Don't cry! Did I hurt you? What's wrong?"
You shook your head, a watery smile breaking through.
"Just... who are you and what have you done with my Zoro? You're all sappy!"
He rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead gently.
"I'm tryna be romantic for once, treat you like you treat me constantly" he muttered, scowling as he looked away. You dissolved into giggles.
"There you are! There's the man I love." He huffed.
"Did you wanna fuck or not?" he asked bluntly, shifting his legs so you could feel his hard length trapped in his pants. It sent the heat of arousal swirling through your veins again.
"I wanna make love" you cooed with a smirk in his ear, pressing your chest against his bare skin. He hissed out a breath.
"Lay down then, princess" he growled in your ear. You could feel him smirking against your cheek, "Let me make love to you" he teased, throwing your own words back at you. His fingers trailed down your spine, landing on your hips. You shifted off his lap and made yourself comfy on the blanket. He stood quickly to removed his pants, but you didn't miss the quick scan of the area to make sure you were alone. Not that he cared if people saw the two of you fucking, he just didn't want this experience ruined.
He sank down and crawled over your form, spreading your legs wide to kneel between them. You absolutely loved when he fucked you in missionary. He was so big and strong, and he stretched you out so well. He surrounded you and was inside of you, and it was both a calming and euphoric sensation.
He stroked his large cock with one hand, the other balancing his weight by your head. You dragged your fingernails up his arm, landing on the back of his shoulder.
"Please, Zoro" you murmured. His silver eye widened a little before his lips curved up softly. He lowered himself in a sort of half one-armed pushup to rest on his elbow. You didn't miss the casual show of strength. Showoff. He eased the tip into your wet pussy, and you hissed in a breath through your teeth as you turned your head into his forearm, biting lightly. Zoro laid kisses on your neck and jaw, distracting you from the stretch. His other arm came up to the other side of your head.
"Good girl. Doing so well" he murmured in your ear. You shivered, the words in his deep voice making you groan. He took it as an invitation to continue, and he slowly began to sheath himself into you. You were soaking. His praise, kisses, godly body, and obvious love all affected you deeply.
"Shit. So tight and wet"
Your hands curled into claws, lightly scratching down his back as you whimpered. He shushed you, caressing a finger down you cheek.
"So good. Taking it so well" he murmured before kissing your lips. You could only moan into the kiss. You raised your legs to rest on his sides and hips. He reached deeper and you moaned loudly at the sensation.
"Good fuckin girl. Doing so good for me. Took my whole cock on the first try" He moaned into the flesh of your throat. You whined, arching your back. The new angle hit something devastating deep inside, and you mewled.
"Look at you, so beautiful for me"
"Zoro~ move" you moaned. He started slow, letting you get used to the stretch, but quickly built his pace to a steady, smooth one that sent you keening. His thick cock was dragging along your walls, pulling out enough so his tip was pushing gently on your g spot, before pushing in smoothly with a roll of his hips that had his cockhead pushing that one spot deep inside. Your breath was heaving, interspersed between moans and calls of his name. It was so good, but you couldn't quite reach the peak.
"Please, let me cum" you begged desperately. Zoro grunted above you, raising himself so his palms were beside your head. He hardly broke his rhythm as he looked at you with a dark smile.
"I thought you wanted me to make love to you" he teased. You reached up, cupping his cheek with a hand.
"Romance me later. Fuck me. Now"
"As you wish, princess" he mocked.
He pulled out, kneeling in front of your hips as he slung your legs over his shoulders. He simply picked up your hips, and started slamming his cock in and out of your pussy. Skin slapping together echoed across the field, and your wails followed. With your back bowed off the ground, you had no control over your hips, but the angle was incredible. Your hands gripped the blanket uselessly, unable to hold back your moans and sounds of pleasure. Above you, Zoro was grunting and swearing under his breath. You could tell he was getting close, seeing you bent so sweetly under him.
"God fucking damn it. You're just sucking me in" he growled. You tightened at the praise. You heard him chuckle darkly.
"That's right baby. Feel so good, tightening on my cock like that. I want you to cum for me, like that. Needing me to hold you up like this. You look so pretty, under me like this"
As he spoke, the knot in your abdomen tightened to dangerous levels. Your legs tensed until you were practically hanging from his shoulders. At the new tension holding you up, Zoro could wrap one hand around your thighs holding them together as he held you up, lightly choking himself with your calves on the sides of his neck as he brought one hand to snake around to your torso. His warm hand pressed down on your lower abdomen, and he could feel his own length as he pistoned in and out of you. A new sensation began to build.
"Z-Zoro- something- ah! please! I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead. Cum hard on my fucking cock"
His thumb reached down to draw circles on your clit, and at the rough touch, you exploded. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and Zoro kept your thighs tightly against himself, slowly only slightly as you tightened around him enough to start to push him out. Your back bowed further, and you felt yourself wetting his torso as you squirted. His body shuddered as his hips stuttered to a stop, a loud groan leaving him as you unwittingly limited the blood flow to his head with your spasming calves. Had your eyes been open and focused, you would've seen his eyes fluttering and rolled back in his head, cumming hard.
Both you were breathless as Zoro lowered your hips back down to the blanket, collapsing beside you, uncaring of the mess.
"holy shit" you breathed. Zoro started to chuckle at your swearing, and you joined, giggling as you rolled to snuggle onto his shoulder. He held you close, and you reveled in the touch. Suddenly you sat up, looking concerned and turned his head to the side to look at his neck.
"Did I choke you? I just realized that maybe my legs-"
"I'm fine. I liked it" he took your hand in yours, looking sheepish, "It's almost like being squeezed by your thighs when I eat you out."
You blinked at him, easing yourself back down.
"Huh. Who would've thought you had a choking kink" you muttered to yourself. Zoro swatted your bare ass lightly in retaliation, but didn't deny your words. He wasn't a liar. The two of you laid there in easy silence, listening to the breeze and inhaling the sweet perfume. You shifted, feeling the uncomfortable squelch of drooling cum from your pussy.
"Let's get cleaned up" your boyfriend suggested, sitting up. Clear droplets rolled down his torso with the movement, and you watched their movements.
"I don't think I've ever cum that hard" you said quietly. Zoro handed you a napkin he produced from his bag.
"Me either" he admitted. You giggled, still somewhat delirious from the post-sex high.
"What did you pack?" you asked curiously. You were starting to get hungry, and you were thirsty from your heaving breaths. Zoro silently handed you your clothes, and you took them gratefully. He began pulling out a meal and drinks from his bag, and it was obvious Sanji packed it with care. You smiled softly, understanding the sentiment. Zoro sucked up his pride to make you happy for a day.
You crawled over to him, still naked, and pressed your chest to his slightly sweaty back as you hugged him. He grunted at your sudden affection, and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
"I love you, and I know you love me too. I see it in the small things, the things you can't hide. We love each other, and that's what matters. Don't let what they say get to you. I'll start telling the crew to stay out of it too" you said, determined. He somehow slung you around him and into his lap, an innocent smile on his face.
"Whatever you want to do. As long as you know that I love you"
You smiled easily in return, kissing the tip of his nose.
"Get dressed. You're naked" you said, crawling off his lap. You weren't sure if you could even stand up after that round.
Zoro landed a solid swat to your bare ass retreating from him, "you're one to talk"
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That evening back on the ship, Brook played your favorite songs, and you were surprised when Zoro thanked Usopp and Robin in front of you. They had gone above and beyond, creating a tiny greenhouse planter for your soon-to-be spring flower garden. Sanji asked if you liked the food, and you thanked him. Even Zoro held his tongue, simply nodding at the cook. That night, as you lay in bed with your boyfriend, you ran your fingers over his earrings before trailing your touch down his jaw. He opened his eye curiously.
"Thank you for today" you murmured. You didn't know how to begin describing how much it meant to you, so you simply kissed him gently, trying to pour your emotion into the kiss. He cupped your cheek, pulling back from the kiss.
"I love you" he muttered. You smiled softly. His walls were up again, but you could never doubt his words. He never lied. Not to you.
"I love you too, Zoro"
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The Curse of Cassandra [EP : XIV] - END
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Read in Ao3 : here
Pairings :  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]
Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)
tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers
Summary : ‘Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star.’ This describes chaos theory and the workings of fate as well, which illustrates how your final change of destiny moves the fate of the entire galaxy.
Status: Completed (Finally! 😭)
A/N : I can’t believe I actually finished writing this fic! It’s my first long English fic, and I’m pretty proud of it. I know my writing still has a lot of flaws (since English isn’t my strong suit), but I’m so happy people enjoyed it.
I loveeeee yapping about my own writing, so I plan to share more about this fic in another post—things like plot points I didn’t include and alternative endings I considered. Hope that sounds interesting to you, LOL
Lastly, a huge thank you to everyone who stuck with this fic till the end. Your comments and encouragement really kept me going, and I couldn’t have done it without you <3
Ps.Please go back and read the Intro again before starting the final chapter, as it’s part of the ending. (I used a storytelling style where the story opens with the ending) Reading the Intro first will help you understand the story more clearly.
And don’t forget to play this song while reading >> Skugge
I listened to it while writing the ending, and it really sets the mood
➡  Intro // EP : 1 // EP : 2 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 12 // EP : 13
Special OS : Phantom Thread
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[Episodes 14] The Power of Two. (Completed)
When contemplating deeply, every entity in the universe is intricately connected in various ways.
On the quantum level, all particles are entangled and influence each other regardless of distance. Even the smallest, minor actions can trigger unforeseen consequences that ripple through the universe. This is far more complex than ordinary humans can immediately comprehend. 
And that’s exactly how fate works.
You know that the chain reaction has already begun the moment you decided to shoot Yord yourself. 
The stun blaster is designed to be non-lethal—at most, it would knock Yord unconscious and possibly immobile for several hours. But this is all you need to save his life from the fate you've foreseen on the path ahead.
You've always known—Yord and Qimir are polar opposites, destined to kill each other. Yord stands for the light, while Qimir embodies the darkness. They cannot coexist in the same world. Whenever they fight, one must die, or both shall perish. There are only those three possible outcomes.
So you chose a fourth path: to prevent them from confronting each other so that neither would have to die.
You’ve only just realized how much selfishness lies beneath love. Instead of seeking a way to prevent the disaster that’s looming a hundred years from now, you chose to defy fate. You interfered with the story as it was meant to play out, pushing the universe toward an unpredictable risk—all for the sake of one word: 'love.'
The essence of Paul that flows within you still remembers the agony of the day Chani and Alia Atreides departed. Even though thousands of years have gone by, the torment remains too vivid to forget—like your heart being torn apart while still beating and your soul shattered beyond repair. You can't bear the risk of losing anyone to fate’s cruel hand again.
That's why you did it. You gambled on a path that has never appeared in any of your visions, not knowing what the consequences would be.
And you never expected that the consequences of your choice would ripple out so quickly.
You didn’t realize it...until you had to face the truth before your eyes half an hour later.
How could this be?
You stood frozen, as though the entire world had stopped spinning. Your gaze was fixed on Jackie's body, now lying motionless on the ground among the other corpses. The deep, searing wound from a lightsaber had cut through her flesh, blood pooling beneath her, staining the Jedi robes that were once yellow but were now soaked in a dark, gruesome hue.
The acrid stench of burnt flesh mingled with the metallic scent of blood, hanging thick in the air.
Jackie is still breathing, but her breaths grow weaker with every passing second. Her face contorts in excruciating pain, a pain that lasts only for a brief moment before her final breath escapes. Her eyes remain wide open—a sign that life has already slipped away.
At that moment, you hear a scream echoing in your ears, but the haze of shock leaves everything muffled.
You don't even know whose scream it is—Sol's or your own?
Never once did you think Jackie would die. In every vision you’d seen, she always survived, though gravely injured—losing an arm in the fight against Qimir. That was why you decided to come back instead of escaping alone. You knew that as long as Qimir lived, there was no escaping him—not for you. But Jackie still had a chance. If only you could get her and Yord aboard the ship in time before everything spiraled out of control, that would be enough.
But when you arrived, it was already too late. You saw it clearly with your own eyes: Qimir’s red lightsaber pierced through Jackie’s body three times, each strike aimed at a vital spot. There was no way she could survive such an attack.
You realized too late that the death of someone you loved was inevitable and unchangeable. If Yord and Qimir lived, it meant that Jackie would be the one to die. This was the consequence of your selfish attempt to alter fate. Jackie didn't die by Qimir's hand—it was your decision that sealed her fate.
You want to cry. The corners of your eyes burn with the sting of unshed tears, but none come. The grief is suppressed by the flood of information about the future that surges through your mind. You know you’ll mourn when the time comes, but not now. Not when death is crawling toward you.
“Run!”
A sharp voice jolts you from your thoughts. Finally, you hear it clearly—it’s Sol’s voice. He stands across the way, disheveled and wounded, with a minor gash at his side. His face shows shock, his voice shaking with fear. “Run! You shouldn’t be here!”
But his warning comes too late. You don’t even have a chance to respond, let alone follow his command. Suddenly, an invisible force wraps around you, tightening with each second, squeezing the breath from your lungs as if trying to crush you completely. You gasp, struggling for air, unable to move, like a drowning person on the verge of losing consciousness.
In that instant, memories from the depths of your mind flood back, dragging you into the nightmare you once foresaw. Each scene is like pieces of a puzzle coming together to form the terrible reality before you. 
Your eyes fix on a tall figure in a black cloak, his deformed metal helmet etched with a grotesque grin. He stands amidst the scattered corpses of fallen Jedi, radiating an aura of ruthless malevolence. His gaze, hidden beneath the helmet, stares intensely at you. Though you cannot see his face, you clearly sense the fury seething within him.
And in the blink of an eye, a tremendous force pulls you toward him with ease, leaving you powerless to resist.
You are completely at his mercy, your body suspended in mid-air as his large hand grips your throat. He could crush your windpipe or snap your neck in an instant; however, he holds back. You sense his intent through the shared consciousness that binds the two of you. This is how The Stranger plays with his prey. When he wears that helmet, he becomes a merciless hunter, driven only by the instinct to kill.
Sol doesn't hesitate. The moment he sees you in danger, he charges forward, his blue lightsaber flashing brilliantly as he swings it toward the Sith Lord. But the enemy moves with surprising speed. He yanks you closer, locking you in a chokehold with his arm, then tilts his body slightly, using his helmet as a shield to deflect the attack. When Sol’s lightsaber strikes the cortosis metal, it sparks and fizzles, rendering Sol’s weapon temporarily useless.
You draw a deep breath, your body tense as the Sith Lord's lightsaber hilt presses against your neck. He hasn’t activated it yet, but you know the moment he does, your face and brain will be reduced to charred flesh in an instant.
“Don’t even think about trying any tricks if you don’t want to lose your tongue,” comes the cold whisper in your ear. You understand the threat well: Qimir is the only one who knows your true capabilities. The Voice is a powerful secret weapon for the Bene Gesserit, and he won't give you the chance to wield it.
Even if you dared to try, it wouldn’t change anything. It would only hasten the end for both you and Sol. You’ve already seen the future that awaits if you choose that path. So, you stay silent for now, your mind racing to find another way—any way to turn the tables on Qimir.
“Let her go. She has nothing to do with this. Let it be between you and me!” Sol shouts, reigniting his lightsaber, but you can see that his hope hasn’t reignited.
Apart from Yord, who lies unconscious somewhere in the forest, Sol is now the only Jedi left breathing, while his comrades, including his padawan, are all dead. He should have been dead too, if you hadn’t intervened.
“But you brought her here, didn’t you?” the Sith taunts. “And I’m certain you wouldn’t have made it this far without this Bene Gesserit witch guiding you.”
As he finishes speaking, you feel his arm tighten around your neck, making it almost impossible to breathe. The suffocating pain forces you to struggle, your hands weakly hitting his arm to no avail. All you get in return is a mocking laugh.
“Bene Gesserit... the origin of both the Sith and the Jedi. Isn’t it fascinating that such remarkable beings still exist in the galaxy?” He reaches out, gripping your chin and studying your face closely before turning his attention back to Sol. "But what a pity that she chose the wrong side."
Sol shifts, readying himself to strike again, but the man in black is one step ahead. He lifts the hilt of his lightsaber to your temple without a word, yet his intent is clear—if Sol dares to take another step forward, you will die.
The Jedi grits his teeth, reluctantly deactivating his lightsaber. His eyes remain fixed on you as he addresses the Sith, "Tell me, what do you want?"
He’s stalling for time, you think. But how long can it last? You know you can’t rely on Sol alone. You need to find a way out too.
A harsh breath hisses out from beneath his helmet; it’s hard to tell whether it comes from exhaustion or amusement.
"At first, I thought I only wanted freedom: freedom from the Jedi's absurd rules, freedom to feel regret and anger, and freedom to follow my own desires," he answered flatly, as if what he desired were something ordinary, not the taking of lives. "But now I know what I truly want. I want to change; I want to liberate this universe from self-proclaimed guardians like you..."
His words stop abruptly. The silence that follows makes your heart tremble. You can feel his cold, burning rage—rage directed at the Jedi and rage directed at you.
"...And I would have achieved it sooner if I hadn’t been betrayed by someone.”
A scream rips from your throat, unprepared for the sudden, crushing weight of his boot as it slams hard into your shin. The sound of breaking bones is crystal clear. The pain is so intense that tears spring to your eyes, and your legs give way, no longer able to hold you up. But you don’t collapse completely, as Qimir still holds you upright, his grip on your arm unrelenting. His lightsaber is still pressed to your temple, while he turns to shake his head to warn Sol, who is ready to lunge forward again.
“Think about it, Sol. Why are you still trying to save her? She’s the reason you’re in this mess. Without her, you all might still be alive.”
The Sith Lord speaks with chilling indifference, completely unfazed by your whimpers as he presses his boot lightly against your broken leg, deliberately toying with your suffering. "But this one... she exposed me. So, now I have to kill every single last one of you."
You flinch, a cold shiver running down your spine. His voice—there’s something disturbingly strange about it, twisted and eerie, nothing like the Qimir you once knew.
Time is running out. Your heightened awareness warns you: he will kill Sol first, then possibly you.
You bite down hard on your lip, tasting blood. If there were any other way, you wouldn’t resort to this, but it’s the only option you know will work. And right now, there’s no other choice.
Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to speak, your voice as loud as you can manage.
"Please... don’t kill me. I’m pregnant!”
Silence falls instantly. Even the soft whisper of the wind seems unnaturally loud in the sudden stillness.
No one can see the expression behind his helmet, but you know without a doubt—he is shocked, utterly stunned by what he’s just heard.
And Sol notices it too—the brief moment when the Sith Lord’s guard drops, his grip on the lightsaber loosening without him realizing. It’s a tiny flaw, difficult to spot unless one is well-trained.
As if time stands still, Sol suddenly meets your glance, recognizing the purposeful look in your eyes. 
In that heartbeat, he knows exactly what to do.
Everything takes place within seconds: the Jedi ignites his lightsaber, lunging forward with all his strength and slashing into Qimir’s arm—the arm holding the lightsaber—sending both blood and the weapon crashing to the ground. The Sith Lord’s yell echoes through the forest.
Seizing the moment, you slip from Qimir’s grasp effortlessly. Sol pulls you toward safety, shoving you in another direction and shouting, “Get to the ship, quickly! I’ll catch up!”
He will never catch up to me, you think, glancing back at Sol one last time before turning away. Both of you know it—fate is already sealed. Sol will not leave this place tonight, and neither will you.
You force your battered body to keep moving, relying on the one leg that still functions, though each step is agonizing, nearly unbearable. Finally, you give up, sighing in resignation. With your current condition, reaching the ship is impossible. Fate has blocked every path—unchangeable and irreversible.
The only option left is to face the consequences of the choices you have made.
Weary, you sit down on a large stone not far from where you were. Jedi corpses still litter the area. A deep sorrow weighs on your chest as your gaze falls upon the faces of the fallen, remembering that just hours ago, they were all still alive.
Human life is so fragile, you think. No matter how many times you witness death, you can never grow used to it.
The sky visibly darkens as clouds turn a dull gray. The scent of moisture in the air gradually mutes the smell of blood. Rain will come soon, but you make no move to seek shelter. You place a hand on your slightly swollen belly, feeling the tiny life forming inside—the fruit of an instinctual mistake—now becoming another life reaching for the future amidst an approaching catastrophe.
At four months, it’s hard for most to see, but your Bene Gesserit training allows you to know everything about the growing flesh within you. Events unfold exactly as you’ve foreseen, and when this child is born, the future is certain—the beginning of the Skywalker and the path of a new Kwisatz Haderach.
You don’t want this child to be born, but it’s beyond your control now. The intricate weave of fate and bloodlines over the millennia has led everything to this point. Regardless of how much you try to avoid or change it, the Kwisatz Haderach will come into existence. It happened with Jessica thousands of years ago, and now it’s happening to you.
“The Bene Gesserit believe they can control everything, but the one thing they can never control is fate.”
Paul Atreides’ words resonate in your consciousness. You recall him saying this when you first discovered the truth about what will transpire in the next century through the realm of Alam al-Mithal.
“Every action in the present is a gamble for a precarious future. You cannot dictate the outcome to be what you want, and you’ll never know what will happen next until you’ve already made your choice,” Paul had said.
You tremble, feeling both isolated and terrified. It’s a profound fear—so deep that you don’t know how to express it. You know the path ahead has already changed. The universe has deviated from its course because of your actions, yet you have no idea whether things will get better or worse.
You close your eyes, forcing your mind into rapid meditation, trying to regain control over your thoughts. You push yourself into an awareness of the countless probabilities of the future, alongside everything that has occurred in the past. Those paths stretch out in every direction, twisting and overlapping in a bewildering tangle like gazing at the rippling surface of water that constantly morphs.
In that haze of uncertainty, you witness Paul Atreides wielding a crysknife, locked in a life-or-death duel with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, as per the ancient tradition. He uses that knife to kill Feyd, claiming the title of Emperor on that very day.
This marks the first turning point of the universe.
Next, you find yourself pulling the trigger of a stun blaster, firing at Yord from behind to shield him from confronting Qimir, thus altering the fate that could have led him to his death today.
This is the second turning point.
The change doesn’t only affect Yord’s fate. The ripple effect expands, enveloping everything within the universe. Multiple branching paths start to converge, merging into a singular path.
Finally... you glimpse the true outcome of the path you've chosen, which will reveal itself in over a century.
This is the gamble you've already placed your bet on, for this purpose and for this moment.
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"Qimir"
His name sounds strange when you utter it, as if it's not a name you're familiar with, and the man before you is not the man you know.
You understand why you feel this way: he is no longer your Qimir but The Stranger—the Sith Lord responsible for the slaughter of the Jedi.
He stands before you, unmasked, his dark eyes cold as ice, staring at you impassively. There’s no longer a need for him to hide. Every aspect of him, every dark secret, has been laid bare—just as everything about you has.
The man chuckles softly and moves even closer, cutting off any chance for you to escape. You swallow hard, trying to turn your face away from his intense gaze. But he doesn't let you. His fingers, wet with others' blood, dig into both of your cheeks, pressing hard enough to hurt, forcing you to look only at him.
"Surprised?" He leans in closer, his hot breath on your face, and whispers softly in your ear, "I told you, you can't run away from me."
His words are not merely a threat to you; they are the truth. 
Because you both are bound by fate—an unbreakable karmic bond. No matter how much you try to run away from him, you will always be drawn back together. The only way to truly be free of him is death.
"I know, but a little effort wouldn't hurt, right?"
You respond, your tone almost playful, a smile still lingering on your pale face. It's as if everything is normal and under control, displaying no fear despite being at a complete disadvantage.
Your demeanor causes Qimir to furrow his brow, sensing something suspicious beneath your seemingly ordinary smile.
He doesn't quite understand, not until you slip your hand under your clothes.
Your body instinctively moves; muscle memory from years of training kicks in. In a flash, the knife hidden in your clothes flips into your palm, its sharp tip poised just inches from Qimir’s face.
You still remember every technique Qimir taught you—especially how to fight with a knife. You know you have numerous opportunities to thrust the knife into his vital points—his throat, neck, heart, or lungs.
But instead, you turn the knife on yourself. Without hesitation, without a second thought, you plunge it toward your own heart.
Before the knife pierces your flesh, Qimir's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist just in time. His dark eyes widen in shock, almost seeming terrified. Then, quickly, his expression twists into anger.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" he snaps.
"I thought you wanted me dead," you reply calmly, indifferent to his anger.
Qimir falls silent, appearing speechless for a moment. "I don't want you dead," he finally says, though he doesn’t seem certain of his own words.
It's changed again,  you think, but this time, you feel an unusual sense of relief.
You're well aware that he could kill you at any moment. You’ve seen all the possibilities of how Qimir might end your life, and what just happened was one of those scenarios.
Even though you’re skilled at fighting, you know you could never match Qimir. Had you chosen to stab him moments ago, you would have failed, and he would have killed you without hesitation. You’d have met a miserable end right here, just like in the visions you’ve seen so many times before.
However, by choosing to turn the knife on yourself, you altered the course of events. Qimir was caught off guard, never expecting you would actually dare to do it.
You’ve made him angry, of course, but you’ve also ignited the fear he tries so hard to conceal. It reminds him of the time you drank the Water of Life and slipped into a near-death coma for weeks. During that time, Qimir had been frantic and panicked, not knowing how to save you and fearing that you might die.
Qimir may not realize it yet—or perhaps he’s unwilling to admit it. However, witnessing this moment again will eventually compel him to confront the truth: he doesn’t truly want you dead.
This is all part of your plan. Your reckless actions sow a seed of fear in Qimir’s heart, and from now on, the thought of killing you will never cross his mind again.
Since escaping from Qimir is impossible, you must ensure your safety while trapped by his side.
“But you broke my leg!” You pretend to remain defiant, pointing to your leg and matching his anger with your own. “And you held your lightsaber to my head. Now you’re telling me you don’t want me dead? How am I supposed to believe that?”
Qimir clenches his jaw, appearing as if he wants to grab and shake you until the frustration fades.
Instead of doing that, he lets go of you, stepping back slightly before letting out a long sigh, as if unsure how to deal with you.
“That’s because you betrayed me. The rest? I was just threatening that Jedi.” He speaks through gritted teeth, glancing at your leg before shrugging. “And I’m pretty sure a broken leg won’t kill anyone, will it?”
For a split second, you feel the urge to laugh at his sarcasm, even though there’s nothing remotely funny about this situation.
Both of you look worse for wear—blood-soaked and gravely injured. He’s just killed someone, almost killing you as well.
Who would’ve thought that the two of you would end up sitting across from each other, arguing back and forth like a foolish couple trying to figure out who’s right or wrong?
It feels strange how the tension between you both suddenly eases; for a brief moment, Qimir resembles the man you once knew.
You notice this subtle shift and realize this is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for. You quickly organize your thoughts and steady your emotions. Because there’s something important you need to discuss with Qimir—and this is the perfect moment to do so. There won’t be another chance.
“Qimir, I’ll help you,” you say firmly this time. “I don’t care how many Jedi you kill, but I have one condition.”
Qimir narrows his eyes, his sharp gaze scrutinizing your face as if searching for deception. He doesn’t trust you, especially after you betrayed him once and fled with the Jedi.
Yet, you don’t need to prove anything to him because Qimir needs you. Your power is what he desires, and across the galaxy, you’re the only one who possesses this unique ability.
Your assumption is correct. He finally nods. "What’s your condition?"
"The one person you cannot kill is Yord Fandar."
“Why?”
"Because I’ve seen a vision. He’s the only one who can kill you. You must avoid him," you say, though this isn’t the whole truth. Qimir has an equal chance of killing Yord himself, but it’s better to let him believe otherwise, to keep him away from Yord in the future. "But don’t worry. He won’t be a Jedi anymore after this."
You’re certain of this, as it’s what you’ve seen in your vision—a part of the altered path extending ahead.
The tragedy today will leave a permanent mark on Yord’s soul. Losing all his companions while he alone survives will haunt him like an unforgiveable sin. The guilt will gnaw at him, wearing him down until he can no longer bear the burden of being a Jedi.
Eventually, Yord will choose to leave the Order, turning his back on the Jedi way forever.
In many ways, Yord’s fate mirrors Qimir’s past. But there is one crucial difference: Yord never succumbs to the dark side. He has too much light within him to be overtaken by darkness. He becomes neither Sith nor Jedi, but a Wayseeker,[1] traveling the galaxy in search of the true meaning of life and the Force.
Yord’s life will take another turn when he reaches the planet Naboo, where he is destined to rescue the daughter of a noble family held for ransom by space pirates. This event leads to their falling in love, and Yord will eventually marry her, settling down to build a family and live out his days in peace.
His bloodline will continue, becoming a crucial variable in the future—a girl named Padmé Amidala.
In the future, she will be the love of Anakin Skywalker’s life and the primary reason for his fall to the Dark Side as a Sith Lord, plunging the galaxy into darkness. Yet, at the same time, Padmé’s existence will spark a new hope.
Luke and Leia Skywalker, the twins of Anakin and Padmé, will grow up to stop their father's devastation and restore balance to the Force.
Among the many paths branching through the stream of time, this is the only path where the Kwisatz Haderach faces total defeat.
"Promise me." You insist, eyes locked onto Qimir's with unwavering determination, barely blinking. "Promise me you will believe and do everything as I say."
"You ask for my trust after betraying me, my love?" He retorts sharply.
"You must trust me; you have no other choice." Your voice is calm, cold, and confident, as if you hold all the cards. "And neither do I, my love." The last line deliberately echoes his words.
You watch Qimir carefully, using the Bene Gesserit’s observation techniques. You notice the slight twitch at the corner of his lips—amusement mixed with satisfaction.
“You should have thought like this before betraying me," he murmurs, raising his hand. You have to force yourself not to flinch as his bloodstained fingers touch your cheek. "I have my own conditions, too."
You freeze, suddenly aware of the shifting dynamics. The familiar pressure returns, creeping in slowly and making the atmosphere heavy and uncomfortable. You immediately realize how serious Qimir is about his conditions.
This is a delicate moment for your fate, and you know you cannot afford to make a mistake.
You lower your gaze slightly, your voice dry and uncertain as you ask, "What do you want?"
"You," Qimir says with a teasing smile, though his tone betrays a far darker intent. "You belong to me. That means your life—whether you live or die—depends entirely on me. And don’t ever think about running away from me again."
His fingers trail up to your neck, brushing slowly over your shoulder. Each touch is tender, leaving you frozen as tension seeps through every muscle in your body.
"And I need to ensure this never happens again, even if it means breaking your other leg. But you won't force me to do that, will you?"
He means it, you realize. This is his way of letting you know he’ll forgive you this time, but there won't be a second act of mercy.
As you blink, fragments of the future flash before your eyes, disjointed glimpses of what’s to come—a warning, urging you to brace yourself. 
You see countless more deaths on the horizon—deaths you'll help Qimir plan through your visions. You'll have to endure this torment, bitter and broken, haunted by the overwhelming guilt of what you’ve done for the rest of your life.
And you see yourself forever trapped, with Qimir watching your every move. You won't go anywhere without him or his permission. You will never be free again, like a bird with clipped wings.
This is the worst fate possible for you, yet you understand that this is the only path that holds a chance, the last hope to save the universe. You have no choice but to do whatever it takes to protect it, even if it means living as Qimir’s prisoner and forced to commit terrible atrocities for him, without question.
But it will be worth it. It has to be worth it. You reassure yourself silently as you nod slowly in response to Qimir.
He smiles faintly before leaning in to claim your lips in an intense kiss—a kiss that serves as both promise and a vow. His kiss is cold, reminiscent of a winter stripped of warmth, tinged with a metallic hint of blood. You don’t like it, but you don't push him away. You're too exhausted to resist, surrendering to fate and to Qimir.
There's nothing left for you to do but hope—hope that the path you've chosen is the right one.
Even though you will not live to witness the final outcome.
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Footnotes:
[1] A Wayseeker is actually a position within the Jedi Order, referring to Jedi who want to carry out their duties independently of the Jedi Council's directives. However, in this fanfic, I don't consider Wayseekers to be Jedi like in canon; instead, I’m writing Wayseekers as independent Force users, completely separate from both Jedi and Sith.
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blushblushbear · 25 days ago
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Cashew x Poe!?!?
*Stares at u with my neurodivergent litol eyes*
I can't wait for that.
Anyway, do you think that a cashew x marshmallow x poe relationship could work? Like, you got your two boys with horrible sleep schedules and also the burden of college work on their backs, and then there's us (Marshmallow) trying to balance their shit back out, making sure they get the sleeps, the foods, the comforts and affirmations and all that
(I love me my lil babies so much it hurts)
AH, the messy college power throuple!
Are you their partner or their caretaker??
Yes.
But no seriously I actually think this would be one of the most adorable throuples!
Marshmallow is canonically a sugar INSERT WHATEVER HERE so you def help them stay house and fed when needed
also if you're good at cooking then your the cooker for the realtionship
if you're not your the one with the credit card and a dash pass
they very much do look to you for support during their college years
and they also tend to team up to arrange nice things in return for you
lovely dinners and cute dates and some poetry (mayhaps even spicy poetry ;3)
but for the most part I imagine most of your evenings are spent the 3 of you curled up together on a comfortable surface doing your own thing and slowly dying a little bit maybe
lots of parallel play during exams
or I guess more parallel studies
I see them both being the type to just enjoy the presence of their s/os
so they just want both of you around as much as they can
maybe it's not 'Quality' time, but it's still time and right now it's all they got
I feel like you're the one to help remind everyone of important things and appointments
failing you Poe is reliable enough but please don't make him have to remember things please please please
N/S/F/W but unless you either request or hard default to being the submissive party in your Spicy Time, you're the dominant one by default
there's also lots of books everywhere you three spend time in
like literal MOUNTAINS
lots of coffee dates but only cause you all need it
you and Poe run MAJOR DEFENSE to not let a single nut near Cash and his big ol' allergy
also you three all have an epipen on you at all times
lots of you three drifting off to sleep together in a big cuddle puddle
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poolsparks · 26 days ago
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hiya! so, I don't know if this is an invasive question, but if it is feel free to ignore it- I mean no harm :3
do you consider the characters you selfship with to be f/os(fictional others, like significant others but in the sense of fictoromantic)?
or do you simply consider them characters that you ship with a s/i fictional version of yourself?
have a wonderful day and don't feel pressured to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable :) my goal in asking this is to learn more abt the selfshipping vs fictoromantic communities, absolutely no hate either way
keep doing your thing as long as it makes you feel happy <3
Hi!! This type of question doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, I'll love to answer it :D
Will it be weird to say that.... I don't know ? I used to joke that I would start selfshipping to "trick myself into believing I could actually be in a romantic relationship without feeling something was off". Not that I believe that not wanting to be in an irl romantic relationship is wrong, I just with I could feel it too :< (needless to say that I believe I might be aroace and that selfshipping comforts me about it).
I feel it as fictional but I like to lowkey take it seriously. This is important to me, y'know?
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redvelvetsea · 1 month ago
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Welcome to Vic's selfship sideblog!!
♥︎ Needed a space to be cringe and free and to keep the selfship ramblings and posting out of my main, which you should follow btw
Been selfshipping long before I even knew the term (I think my first was Sonic when I was 7?) haven't really interacted with the community before but here goes ♥︎
Basic Info:
☆ I don't give a shit about doubles/sharing this is just a fun comfort thing for me!! I actually encourage interacting if we share an f/o <3
☆ I'm an autistic adult, he/him, ⚣
☆ I block freely, and don't care if you block me! Yay for curating your own internet experience
☆ Expect mostly Holm posting, he's my main rn
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Main F/O at the moment:
☆ Holm Kranom from Dungeon Meshi
Secondary F/O:
☆ Sunburst from Mlp:FiM
The others,, I'm not hyperfixated on rn but might post later
!!!DNI +tags and shiit under cut!!!
DNI: Proshitters/darkshitters whatever, all bigots (this includes zionists!!) minors, dislike/hate selfshipping(tf are you doing here??) Hazbin/Helluva/Vivzie likers (for my own comfort, thx)
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☆ While I'm completely fine sharing with Holm I'm iffy about seeing him shipped with other canon characters sorgy </3
☆ I headcanon all my f/os as autistic and queer BECAUSE I SAID SOO
Notable tags:
#holm love - All Holm postings, this includes my Dungeon Meshi self-insert Vaast.
#vic ramblings - Self-explanatory
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scientistservant · 19 days ago
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hii.... i just wanted to pop in and ask... to you, what's the appeal of Dr Fink? i agree that he's adorable, but i'm more wondering what he means to you specifically, like what your angle is esp with ur selfship stuff >:)
feel free to ignore if i'm being too nosey hehe i just like hearing about this type of thing...
Aaaaaaaa ;3; You're not being nosy at all, I'm actually really happy you asked!! Okay so basically...
Since I was around 14 years old I've had this weird crush on Fink, and like I always wanted to just take care of him 😭 and for him to take care of me too???
Like I understand where both Fink and Sally are coming from, with Sally wanting to go out on her own and not be cooped up in the lab forever, and Fink wanting a life companion to spend time/do stuff with. Even though as a teen I kind of didn't like Sally all that much because she kept poisoning him but that's neither here nor there lol
BUT YEAH like, Fink isn't an evil person who despises his daughter or anything like that, he's a grumpy old man who's probably in pain due to his legs and wasn't able to explain himself properly and he and Sally really should've communicated better but anyway I'm kind of rambling dsklfskd
Essentially, being "with him" for so long, it's really helped me get to know the Doctor a lot and I'm like super protective of him honestly, like more-so than all my other f/os if I'm being honest dslflkdfl 'cause for a long long long time he was my one and only. 😭😭
It's really hard to explain but I just love Fink so damn much, he means everything to me, and feels so real to me. Not that I feel as though he can actually speak to me or anything like that, but just in a sense that I know exactly what he likes, what he dislikes, how he'd react to certain things IF he were real.
And tbh I do think that the lack of my actual dad in my life has something to do with WHY I'm so attracted to much older male characters. I mean like, my dad was there, but he and my mom divorced when I was like two years old, and I only ever got to visit him a few times as a kid. And even now my relationship with my real dad is rather strained due to the last time we actually really spoke to one another was a good few years ago when I visited him in Vancouver and we started arguing in the truck and he called me stupid and was yelling at me and making me cry and I don't ever even visit him anymore or call him 'cause he moved all the way from Canada to Mexico and wow I'm just rambling on and on aren't I lmao
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vergils-beloved · 2 months ago
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Do you as Vergil’s partner get along with Dante?
And do you ever worry they’re going to start a battle in your place of residence? Or do you put your foot down when they get rowdy?
hellooo thank you so much for the ask!!! ^w^
yeah i get along with dante quite well i actually consider him one of my 3 main platonic f/os so 💕 love that silly billy to bits and we can annoy vergil together with our dumbassery. i also have the strong urge to buy dante a happy meal
assuming it's post dmc5 i'm actually not worried at all because they fight for fun so they'll have the decency to do it outside or somewhere else where it won't make a mess. not sure if i'd be able to put my foot down if they did start something inside but i've had people be surprised when they heard me raise my voice so maybe it'd have the same shocking effect on them and they'd calm down 😭
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gumballsandgadgets · 3 months ago
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Introduction! ♫
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Hiya! Welcome to Miko’s platonic self ship blog where she talks about her best fictional buddies!!
Before entering, remember that this blog is PLATONIC self shipping. I’m actually aroace so please don’t assume I have romantic feelings for my friends!
Basic DNI critera applies when interacting.
With that out of the way, the main information is down here below the cut!
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So, who are my friends?? (My Platonic F/Os!)
Good question! I have two sonas that have platonic F/Os, so let me answer this in their voices!
Alarm Clock:
“My best buddies would be the Gumball from The Masked Singer (specifically season 11 of the US version) and Inspector Gadget from, well, Inspector Gadget! (The 80s version, hehe.) I’m also good friends with King Dedede from Kirby (think the games, not the anime) and Rayman! I love my friends a lot <3“
Tsu Huri:
“Let’s see here... We’ve got Hangyodon (the fish Sanrio made), Candy Diver (from Cookie Run Kingdom), Bobbi the Buoy (the silly little mascot from PSAs made by Canada’s Ontario Power Generation (OPG), and Finn (the fishbowl from Dandy’s World)!! Perfect group for messing around in the water, if I do say so myself!“
They’re not the only pals of mine, but they’re the ones you’ll hear the most about!
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What about mutuals???
I’ve got those too! You might hear me mention one of the following:
♪ @theinkbunny (he has his own self ship blog, @thesam-manselfshippingblog!)
♫ @sharky-the-idiot
♪ I... Dunno who else to put here, ngl. I have many mutuals, I just don’t know who’d be relevant here-
♫ By the way, my main blog’s @mikoshubofchaos!
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Who’s that in my PFP?
That’s a good question! That’s my OC/self insert for this blog, Alarm Clock! She’s a Masked Singer OC, hehe-
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You’ll be seeing her here too, of course!
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Some Extra Information!
Why I made the blog:
Well, I was not only inspired by my online dad @theinkbunny, but I figured I needed a space to be free and silly! I understand it may seem weird to you, but don’t be mean. Kinda weird for haters to constantly interact with the person instead of ignoring them tbh-
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Credits:
♪ @strangergraphics-archive, @animatedglittergraphics-n-more, and @dollywons for the dividers!
♫ @dropletknightss for the PFP mask!
♪ @engravedlives and @e-resources for the stamps!
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Ask Box Status:
I’ve opened the ask box up, ask to your heart’s desire!
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That’s All, Folks! Bye bye for now! ♫
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randomalistic · 4 months ago
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hello i am also among the masses of those who enjoyed your wreck-it-ralph video to shreds (seriously ive watched it like 5 times. The bird breaks help me actually do self care things).
you’ve helped me lose a lot of shame about loving my favorite characters to the extent that i do and i seriously owe you thanks for it (it’s gotten to the point i’m considering writing a pretty important paper on one of my favorite characters lol). Seriously keep doing what you’re doing. You and your stuff is awesome :)
I am SO happy to hear you enjoyed my video that much 🥺❤️THANK YOU
AND BY ALL MEANS, UNLEARN SHAME!! WRITE THAT PAPER ON YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER!!! I know getting personal in academic work is always scary but i guarantee you it'll make that assignment so much easier and more enjoyable :) (And coming from someone who selfships and has multiple f/os) Feeling passionate about fictional characters is nothing to be ashamed of!! IT IS A STRENGTH!! I hope you learn to embrace it more and more every day <3
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silverselfshippingchaos · 2 years ago
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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH
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b0gdasha · 1 year ago
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╰┈➤ byr: i revamped this intro in October 2024, so info here may be really outdated if you read it from the future
Hi, I'm bogdasha, I'm 20 and this is my mostly SFW proship blog with random stuff related — discourse posts, fancontent, reblogs, random thoughts, anything basically -✎ I have no dni and I follow&block freely -✎ my DMs are open for anybody, just be respectful -✎ my only boundaries for now are being respectful (again) and not sending me pornographic/fetish content if I don't specify otherwise -✎ sometimes I may post off-topic things, though I don't do it often -✎ I have no posting schedule, I post as I please, but I'm terms of time I prefer posting around 22/10pm UTC -✎ this is my ONLY tumblr blog for now -✎ I'm also a selfshipper and most of my ships are selfships actually, though I have no f/o for now
╰┈➤ basics
Russian, bi and arospec girl, she/her, with severe depression, may be weird in general -✎ furry, multiaesthetic, ex multifandom, proud wannabe and poser in terms of communities and styles, I like small experiments with self expression and I live by them -✎ my english might be bad at times sorry for that in advance
╰┈➤ about me
It's hard for me to tell about my interests in general because they change almost every month and they're shallow -✎ for now (october 2024) my main interests are netsurfing, roblox (mostly catalog avatar creator and roleplays) and jsf (mainly egl) -✎ also for russian speakers, я сижу и участвую в кфкм в телеграме, но не прям активничаю -✎ I used to be in MANY fandoms and have many interests in 2014-2022, to the point I don't remember them all, but my core fandoms were:
Lololoshka and ru Minecraft in general (2013)
How to train your dragon (2014-2015)
FNAF (2014-2016)
Rytp (2015-2016)
Yandere simulator (2015-2018)
Yt gamers, mainly windy31 and dantekris (2015-2019)
Сыендук (2015-2021)
TheBrianMaps (2015-idk)
Anime & Manga (2015-2022)
Undertale (2016-2017)
Yt animators: Jayden, theodd1sout, sr Pelo, domics, wolfichu, daidus, mirby, мармаж, дьявол76, другие руязычные аниматоры (2016-2018)
RPGmaker games (2016-2022)
Heartbound (2017-2018)
Ddlc (2017-2019)
Danganronpa (2020)
There are more fandoms I was in, these are those that shaped me as a person in a way
I don't care about other discourses, especially here, so I don't participate in or post radqueer lolisho propara/antipara endo/antiendo valid/not valid labels etc stuff, just proship and some off topic
I may have strong or mixed thoughts and feelings about certain things but I don't tend to share them
My taste in music is mostly electronic (I have a more specific taste but I don't care about genre labels much), also some indie stuff and shoegaze
Have this for better reference:
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(^ this is relevant for mid 2022 — august 2024 music taste)
I used to love drawing and making handicrafts (especially origami and rainbow loom knits) since childhood!! I barely do any of this now due to my mental state, but those still have my heart
I also wanted to make a list of my ex interests here but I fear it'll be a bit too long for intro post -✎ though who knows, maybe one day... >:3
╰┈➤ F/O and selfship thingies
I hop fast and I find it cool to share f/os with others, I think of sharing as of a way of building and supporting the community -✎ as I mentioned, I have no f/os now and I don't really treat my f/os as partners, I think of them as of crushes I tend to have lots of self-insert fantasies about hehe -✎ also I like drawing myself with f/os and ordering commissions with us, I'm cringe and I'm free idc at this point
My former f/os are:
Sans - Undertale (romantic, 2016 yes I was one of those og fangirls)
Gabriel García — Telltale Walking Dead p3 (romantic, 2017)
Lore — Heartbound (romantic, 2017)
Vanilla and Coconut - Nekopara (platonic, 2017-2018)
Larry — Sally face (romantic in 2017-2018 and queerplatonic in 2023)
Kara — Detroit Become Human (queerplatonic, 2018)
Tanjiro — Demon Slayer (platonic, 2020)
Apollo — Animal crossing (platonic, 2020)
Mondo — DRTHH (platonic, 2020)
Kazuichi — SDR2 (romantic, 2020)
Korekyo — DRV3 (queerplatonic, 2020)
Kurt Frank — IDV (platonic, 2021)
Monty — FNAF security breach (sensual, 2021)
Childe — Genshin (sensual, 2021)
Ginko — Mushishi (queerplatonic, 2021-2022)
Sally — Sally face (sensual, 2023)
Simon — Cry of fear (queerplatonic, 2023)
Medic — TF2 (sensual, 2023)
Spy — TF2 (sensual, 2024)
╰┈➤ My ships
Sniper × Spy (TF2)
Fischl × Lisa (Genshin)
Barbara × Rosaria (Genshin)
Sal × Larry (Sally Face)
[FORMER SHIP] Pinecest (Gravity falls, ≈2015-2016)
[FORMER SHIP] Frans (Undertale, 2016)
[FORMER SHIP] Sato × Shio (Happy sugar life, 2018)
[FORMER SHIP] Childe × Lumine (Genshin, 2022)
[FORMER SHIP] Barbara × Xinyan (Genshin, 2022)
[FORMER SHIP] Irma × Kleesha (My OCs, 2023)
I have no particular taste in ships, I ship whatever I find appealing which is always random, though I'm not a fan of parent x child and sexually abusive ships, they personally make me uncomfortable -✎ l'm not exclusively a comshipper, default/no taboo ships are loved no less
I think that's all for now, thank you for checking this post hehe :3
Have a cookie 🍪
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drinking-with-cupid · 7 months ago
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Have you considered blocking the user "punkhazardqueen"?
She claims that Caesar loves her, but she is the opposite of what he would want. I suggest you telling other people to block her too. And go to my ACTUAL main blog "clownchan0904" for more information on me and him.
Uhm... no. With all due respect, I have been mutuals with her for a long time already and she's a nice person, so I don't see a reason to block her.
I understand that you're uncomfortable sharing your f/o. I am uncomfortable sharing mine too. But that doesn't give you or me - or anyone else for that matter - the right to tell others to block someone who also ships with that f/o. It even less gives anyone the right to say someone's f/o wouldn't want them or anything like that. We all deserve to feel loved and we all deserve to exist here in peace.
If you don't want to interact with a user, that's totally fine. Hell, my own blocklist is insanely long. But please don't go and tell others their f/os wouldn't love them or smth. You can think these thoughts to yourself, block the user and move on.
Please be kind, the world needs it <3
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honeybnuuy · 9 days ago
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hiya honey, hope you're doing well!! I originally sent this ask for silco because it's an au that was created for arcane specifically, but you can also apply it to any f/o you'd like :D
(also heads up the lower part is copy pasted because I'm asking a bunch of my moots questions about this AU so if you see it floating around that's why lolol)
now onto the au!! it's called the lumen au and it's a type of soulmate au.
a lumen is a ball of light usually around the size of a tennis ball, but it can vary I think lol, that is a physical manifestation of their soul mates soul. the colour, texture and any other features of the lumen varies depending on the soulmate.
the lumen has a personality similar to the soulmate, so a ditzy soulmate might have a lumen that wanders around a bit lol. but at the end of the day lumens always follow their respective soulmate, although they're not tethered and can be stolen but thats a whole other story.
the soulmate can also feel anything that happens to their lumen. so tickling, kissing, biting, poking, squeezing etc. the lumen results in the soulmate feeling it no matter where they are. the feeling all depends on the intention of the person touching the lumen, so if they are poking it with the intention of comfort that's what the soulmate will feel and vice versa.
when soulmate meet, their lumens get drawn to each other and kinda.. circle each other and let out a bright light before going back to their respective owners. by that I mean the lumen goes back to whoever they were already with prior, the souls don't just trade owners if that makes sense. lumen a stays with person b and vice versa. I think it is possible to trade lumens so you can have your own lumen in your possession, and maybe even trade it with someone else and decide your own fate :D
okay ramble over, I sent this because I have questions👀✍🏼
1 what do you think you and your f/os lumen would look like 2 what are their thoughts on lumens and 3 how do they treat their lumens based on 2
if you're not a big fan of soulmate au's - or just don't want to respond to this which is fair lmao - consider this a free gush pass🎟️
enjoy the rest of your day!!
@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic
Ohhh I love this idea so much, Im a sucker for any type of soulmates au's!! So Honey's representive lumen would be pink for sure, it's the color I associate the most with them. Typically it would be very shy, but curious, but when alone with Silco, is very affectionate and interested in his work. Silco's representive lumen I imagine would be a deep maroon red, like his suit, it would be very aloof and independant, but also very protective and stern when it deems necessary.
Honey I think would very much enjoy having Silco's lumen around. Often times they find it's easy to look after, usually minding it's own business, and when it is involved in Honey's work or various activities, they find it can even be quite helpful. They don't like being alone or away from their favorite person, and often find it distressing, so having Silco's lumen around makes them feel more comfortable and less alone.
Silco would at first find Honey's lumen to be a bit annoying, not quite understanding the signifigance of it, or even not really believing there is such a thing as soul-mates. However, over time I think he'd find it tolerable, or even like it. Honey's lumen is often very curious in what he's doing, which Silco finds relieving in a way, to be able to share and vent his frustrations about his work. When other people are around though it often hides away, usually under Silco's desk, which he at first found annoying, but I think would find endearing over time. He would probably keep it at a distance though, he finds it hard to seperate his actual self and needs from the idea of what he should be, what he wants to be.
Honey definitely would like to interact with Silco's lumen often, usually talking with it while doing activities, cuddling it, or even just having it around near them. I think they'd enjoy having it around, but would be a bit scared of being overly affectionate with it, in case it's owner (Silco in this case) isn't comfortable.
Silco at first would kind of loathe the idea of having a lumen around him, it makes him feel less intimidating in his own head. Over time though, he would grow to accept it, reluctantly. As he gets more comfortable with it, he would interact with it more, talking about his work or general frustrations, petting it when it gets scared and hides, things like that.
I think Honey and Silco would go a while without realizing who their soulmate is. Honey didn't ever really get to see Silco for years when working for him, they were in their lab with Singed most of the time working on Shimmer. Singed was often almost this middleman for the two of them, any information Honey had to share would be shared through Singed to Silco. Eventually when Singed stopped working in the lab for Silco, is probably around when Honey and Silco would realize, considering Honey would have to talk directly with Silco. For a while what prevented them from realizing was the fact that Silco I don't imagine would bring his lumen around with him, he'd probably keep it in his office. So finally when he did bring it out around Honey was when they would realize since Honey's lumen is always with them.
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beskarberry · 2 years ago
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Ok so I really wanted to write something for new years but instead I had a panic attack bcz I realized I literally don't know how to write anymore lol so i wrote this just to make myself laugh written dieter bravo x f reader warnings: dieter bravo
the worst fic ever
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k so like ur sitting at home and in ur pjs all comfy with ur cat and watching netflix eating popcorn off ur shirt when u hear a knock at ur door. u get up and spill all your shirtcorn on the floor, but carry your cat with u because you didnt order anything from amazong in like 3 days so kitty might have to maul a bitch. u open the door and it’s the hottest man ever, dieter bravo. u almost drop kitty bcz you just say dieter bravos hot face on the covere of the magazine u keep in the bathroom, but the real face was way less wrinkly or melted from the shower. the plush duck face lips were the same hto. 
“hey b b girl” dieter sais, leaning on ur doorframe, his ugly wookie pelt robe falling open to reveal he is wearing nothing but boxers and crocs. “i heard u enjoy eating junk food and getting your junk food ate out. do u wanna sit on my face?” 
ur like “omg dietr bravo!! im not wearing any makeup!! or pants!!” but he just lafs at that because tahts what he likes about u. 
“ya girl i know thats why im heer. the way u scratch ur ass called me like a siren and i just had to come get a taste of that sweet couch cake.” he pushes his sunglasses up on his head, his eyes are bloodshot from smoking too much weed. “well? do u wanna have sex with me or not?”
“duh,” u spit, setting kitty on the floor. “but im not sitting on ur face, my kneeds will give out.”
“right on.” he loafs in to your house, tripping over kitty whne she swats at his tatered robe. “i like your raccoon”
“dont look her in the eye or she will eat your face.” u say right before smushing your face into his. his mouth tastes like doritos and montain dew, and he smells like an old couch that you crashed on once. his chest is sticky when you put ur hands on it, kind of crunchy too, just like that couch. he has huge hands that scoop under ur ass and throw you on the bed and rip of your pjs. ur phone goes flying out the pocket, probsbly never to be seen again. 
hes on top of you fast, pinnning you to the bed, slopply groping under ur shirt for ur boobs that bounce boobily. he chokes u with ur tank top trying to get it off but u kinda think thats hot. his robe hits the floor and skitteres away, leaving him in his boxers he got for christmas in 1998. his cocke is huge, huger than his hands. it snaps the elastic and booings out on to your tumpy. 
“dont worry baby ckaes ull get this dick after i get taht snatch” he grabs ur legs and throws them over his shoulder and eats ur pussy until u scream and cum all over his face. he snorts it like coke
“omg mr bravo how do you eat pussy so good??!” you breate breathlessley
“i like pudding cups and i never leav them empty.” he pulls actual coke out of his hair and stuffs it up his nose. “ r u ready baby gril?”
“yes daddy!” 
he likes that. he fuckes his whole schmeat into ur cunt and it eats it all up. the sound is os wet and obscene it sounds like a car wash. he fucks you and cums all over ur tits, then flips u over and fucks u again but then coms on ur ass. there is so much cum. u are cumming too. the bed breaks from so much fucking and cumming. dieter keeps going until his coke high wears off. u totaly almost die bcz uv never been fucked so good and so much
“wow mr bravo thank u” u say. talking makes cum gush out ur ass
“ur welcom. btw ur my wife now.” he lights a joint
“ok but u have to stop doing so many drugs”
“sure” 
he buys u ur own crocs and u love happily ever after
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