#(and you can follow the link to there if you want to see the full view!)

[bumpen-underbeds]

Links to all previous Monster Neighbourhood posts are here.

You thought it was about time to broach meeting with your other neighbours, much to your ghosts disapproval, but they calm quickly when you tell them you're going to visit the Naga and drider not hang out with the vampire couple next door. They truly do not want you going over there, sometime soon you will have to figure out the lore between the five of them but for now you leave it be.

Ghostly hands help as you make two different small treats to take as a gift, one tray of breakfast muffins for the drider and a small portion of candied honeydew for the naga, you smile and wave at your ghosts as they crowd around the door fussing over how you look, promises to be home on time and making sure to double down on the fact that you're not going to the vampires.

Waving as best you can with your arms full, you walk the short distance to their front door knocking as you shuffle your goodies and look down at the welcome mat they have, it reads 'Hiss and Holla for me' most likely something the Naga owned or put by the door.

Still staring at the mat when the door opens, you can't help the ungodly noise that leaves you as you're yanked into their home.

Thankfully the treats you are holding stay in your arms as you're lifted and carried into the home by the drider, looking around as you try to get word in you spot the naga near the door frowning as he chases after the drider who seems to be scolding him for leaving some shed in the bathroom. You're unceremoniously dumped on their kitchen counter as they continue to squabble with each other, putting your gift treats down on the bench next to you as you wait for a quiet moment to jump in and announce your presence.

The perfect moment comes as the Naga slithers his way into the kitchen and spots you, freezing in place as the drider comes up behind him still rambling and grunts as he barrels into his housemate, the two of them end up in a heap on the floor as you wave and smile as you greet them properly. Both of them blush a pretty shade of blue, as they untangle themselves and the drider moves to help you off the bench top while apologising for dumping you there in a distracted haze.

After the confusion and awkward moment passes you sit with them in their lounge room and take note of just how big their house is, the high ceilings, wide rooms and what must be customised furniture for their more unique anatomy. You're more perched than sitting on the chair you end up on, it was clearly made for the naga or others of his kind than a human. But you make due as the two monsters gush about the treats you have made for them.

It's cute the way they interact with each other, sure they seem to squabble like old ladies but they both move around and with each other like it's the most natural thing in the world.

You find yourself staying for the afternoon, the two of them devour your treats and a request for more candied fruits is made by both of them, as the sun starts to set you begin the motions to leave, only to have the drider ask for just a little more of your time to discuss something with you.

The two of them look almost bashful as they look at each other and then back to you, the drider's long hair swaying side to side with every movement before the Naga hisses at him to get on with it, what followed was by far the most awkward conversation you'd had since highschool, the drider leads the chat with explanations on how he and the Naga came to live together and how they both had struggled with the original agreement but with your help maybe they could see to some needs that have been neglected.

The drider seems to be rambling a bit as the Naga cuts him off, slapping at the exposed join of spider and humanesque torso, wiggling his way past the larger monster and snagging you hand and bring more blunt as he asks if you'll think about helping them clutch. Steam rolling his way through the words as he lays the offer out to have you help them avoid being egg bound every month or two, the same pretty blue blush from earlier covers his cheeks as he hisses about giving you time to think about it.

By the time your conversation is over all three of you are flustered, you'd asked how you were to help them and the mumbled explanation of how they are essentially asking to fuck once a month to keep them healthy.

The short walk back to your home is a blur as you carry your containers, standing on your own porch as you think about what it would look like if you accepted the offer, shaking your head as you try to calm down the racing of your heart. Your ghosts unlock the door and peer at you from behind the frame, transparent forms looking in curiosity as they help you settle in back at home, you can feel how they want to ask about your visit to the duo but they hold back as you wander back into the house,lost in your daze.

[starskipper]

tagging people and reblogging just trying to spread this because its resources

@our-multigender-experience @our-genderfluid-experience @our-genderqueer-experience @our-genderflux-experience @our-genderfawn-experience @your-genderfluid-cousin @genderkoolaid @our-transmasc-experiences @queer-advice-hotline @queer-mental-health

I’m trying to spread this it’s full of trans resources and safety instructions for them. and if i tagged you its cause you were a blog for trans people or people who could use this or i follow you on my main and i know you give and spread this kind of advice so i thought id be useful to tag you

if you're seeing feel free to tag any other blog especially if its a blog that spreads trans advice or trans resources.

ok so just to explain when a post is reblogged and then edited from the reblog you can't see the new edited version of the post so if you're seeing this on your dash click on my profile picture go to the pinned post, and you'll see the updated masterlist that way you can make sure you're looking at the up to date version and you want to check that because im constantly updating this stuff

last thing this masterlist are only full of my recommendations, each link that says notes links to a separate post that goes over the safety instructions for what im recommending, which you have to read if youre doing this stuff. so when i say i finished it that means all of them the masterlist and the notes. ten posts, including the masterlist of nine subjects, multiple recommendations under each and the linked post that leads to the safety instructions and information for each recommendation and subject.

My master list

i run a blog that recommends the best methods for things like tucking packing binding and padding/stuffing i also try to spread general safety resources for trans, gnc, and intersex, and queer people in general.

the plan is to put links for all my recommendations then have a link to another post that explains things like tips, safety, and why and how i chose what i chose for each recommendation. if you want to see all the notes use #notes And I’m always open for questions or requests I’ll do specific research on any items you ask about to answer whatever questions anyone sends. That’s the other main thing this blog is for, more then willing to answer questions and do research for you all.

status: everythings updated :) my grammar is messy but i did my best, ill probably be going back and fixing grammar at some point later.

1. News. for keeping up with trans news and bills in the states Erin in the Morning(this is who i got these three news links from i recommend subscribing to Erin in the Morning theres a option for a free subscribtion) Anti-Trans National Risk Assessment Map: March Edition(the most updated anti trans national risk map breaks down each states safety) LGBTQ+ Legistlative Tracking 2025(tracking all the anti queer bills) Transgender Healthcare "Shield" Laws(sheild states that promise to protect trans people) 1.notes

2. packers, harnesses, altered boxers, stp tutorial(stps can be finicky and arent stealth, i wouldnt spend alot of money on one) free crochet pattern first video tutorial second video tutorial free knitted pattern sewn tutorial (packer, harness, boxers. theres stp tutorial too but that one isnt sewn)

durable silicone packer softer more delicate silicone packer another soft delicate one different brand 2. notes

3. breast forms and bras and shapewear free crochet pattern website with free pattern and videos silicone circle option or silicone triangle option pocket bras or expensive pocket bras and shapewear 3. notes

4. repairing torn silicone(again for specifically soft prosthetics, breasts and packers) sil-poxy 4. notes

5. silicone adhesives(these all work on silicone prosthetics) skinster medical grade silicone adhesive or wig tape and skinster medical grade silicone adhesive remover works for both of them 5. notes

6. trans tape trans tape 6. notes

7. binders this gets complicated so again please read the notes im going to add to this spectrum outfitters or gc2b(specifically the 2.0 ones) 7. notes

8. tucking this video is what id recommend for this you dont need anything special for this just tights or boxers with some kind of stretchy fabric tube from a shirt or leggings 8. notes 9. menstrual stuff Saalt Menstrual Disc or Saalt Soft Cup, (i read the disc is better) 9. notes im also adding voice feminization and masculation id recommend this channel ive heard good things im not a expert on voices like i am with silicone and prosthetics but ive seen these get recommended a lot and ive tried them both they work from what i can tell

also i have notes for dysphoria tips i tried thinking through what would help all trans people generally with dysphoria and this is what i came up with dysphoria is tricky and different for everyone so these are really shots in the dark

[dammit-tazmuir]

I've been somewhat confused by the bit before the ending of Harrow The Ninth for some time now, specifically - "No. I'm getting out of here." I'm unsure as to what Harrowhark could've meant by this (but I'm sure the answer is obvious) as just a few lines before. It seems as if she's decided to let Gideon pilot her around. Did she decide to take her chances in swimming through the river and keeping her sanity in hopes of pulling off what Palamedes did? Or was she sacrificing herself for Gideon completely? Also, Dulcinea... :(

Thanks!

HI I've had my inbox open in a tab for this ask for nearly a month because I wasn't sure how much you were wanting and I wanted to give this the amount of attention to detail it deserves and also I kept forgetting and remembering and forgetting again, but all right! Let's do this, okay.

So first thing's first, the answer is absolutely not obvious if the delay didn't say that much already lmao. That whole last scene is like a fever dream and we cannot say for sure exactly what was going down, but we can theorize!

Regarding just the "No, I'm getting out of here," specifically, I think that's just Harrow talking to herself, calming her nerves and making herself focus. She just watched Dulcie get crushed under the collapsing bubble (truly wonderful news for her haters) and can feel her heart pounding in a way she didn't think was possible in the River, so that reads as just, she's briefly afraid of meeting the same fate and tells herself, no, she can and will survive. She won't return to her body but she'll go somewhere else, somewhere she can wait and hopefully see Gideon again. It's Harrow faced with the choice of she can live at the cost of Gideon, or Gideon can live at the cost of her, and going "well if I have to pick I'm more willing to risk the latter, but what if fuck you actually, here's my third option."

I'm not sure if that's all you were asking for clarification on but I wanna talk more either way because MAN there's a lot.

So she pops what's left of the bubble on purpose, taking more control of the situation. Of course, as a Lyctor, she's been practicing dropping her soul into the River and can hold onto herself and navigate better than most. So whether it's that skill or effectively turning herself into a revenant/something adjacent or a little of both, she follows a thanergetic link through to River to the Tomb.

And of course she's got a link to Alecto's body. That was established when she kissed the body as a child and the piece of Alecto that became Nona latched onto her, and if one of my theories is right, it might have been redoubled when she ate a piece of Gideon. (I firmly believe John, Alecto, and Gideon are three separate consciousnesses with their own thoughts and feelings and experiences, but they share the same massive melange god-soul. This would explain a massive number of things, from how Gideon is so chock full of modern memes in a more overt way than other characters to Gideon in Harrow's body regrows Harrow's fingers and more. More on that shortly.)

But here's the thing. The Body isn't there. The sepulcher is empty. The chains are snapped.

And okay. Harrow is framed as physically doing this, but we know she's not. She's doing this as basically a ghost. She doesn't have her body here. So it stands to reason whatever she's seeing in that state isn't necessarily physical either, it's a projection of sorts. But even so, why would it be like that?

WELL... Stick with me here.

The Epilogue is set Six Months After The Emperor's Murder. Chapter 53 is set Half An Hour Ago. It is not "half an hour before the murder", it's half an hour ago relative to......?

Time flows differently in the river, and I've suggested before time in general is physically broken in the TLT universe. If we take everything as written and don't assume any typos or mistakes, it is definitively non-linear. The lobotomy was 9 months 29 days before the murder, Act 1 of HtN was 9 months before, and G1deon's first attempt to kill Harrow was both a few days after the end of act one and 10 months before. I highly doubt an author as detailed as this is going to get a detail like that wrong on accident, especially when it's front and center at the beginning of a chapter like that, especially when such a notable chapter as Epiparados is given something as specific as a one day time difference from the outlier.

(I've found other small details since writing that post, too! There is one (1) time in GtN where Gideon refers to catching Harrow coming out of the Tomb as "a 9-year-old Harrow", when every other time she's 10. It's little stuff but there's so much!)

So I suspect Chapter 53 actually takes place after the events of Nona, actually! From Harrow's perspective, it's before, but from everyone else's, it's after, and "Half An Hour Ago" is relative to either the start or end or some point during AtN. It's after Alecto has risen in the NtN epilogue. That's why the chains are snapped.

Someone sent another ask on Time that, in addition to the above, got me suspecting that Harrow has straight up already started Harrowing Hell off-screen, as well. So that's something!

LASTLY THOUGH. There's also the opening bit of AtN that Tamsyn has read before. Even in that small bit it makes a point of the ambiguity of it, the "any path ahead or behind was blotted out; now she was here." When is this happening? Harrow doesn't even know!

AND. HEY. YOU KNOW WHAT? I am really glad I waited to answer this because I had a thought just now today as I did that I'm sobbing about.

A thought I HAVE had before is...

Upon her chest, straddling the sword, there was an open magazine. The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was a pair of tits. 

and in HtN Ch53

Something rustled at her side. She had not seen it when she climbed in; it had been tucked to one side of the coffin. When she reached out to hold it in front of her face, she found a shiny mass of magazine flimsy. The crumpled front page showed a woman in a Cohort uniform that was so far from official it did not merely strain credulity, but snapped it in two pieces: a white jacket at least three sizes too small, boots, and nothing else. The ice felt kind and warm; the stone gave as though it were cotton. Harrow lay where the Body had lain, perfectly at her ease, perfectly comfortable, and she peered blearily at the header. “Frontline Titties of the Fifth,” she read, and found she was smiling helplessly to herself. She murmured: “Nav, you ass, that’s not even a real publication.”

Back on the "Gideon shares the god soul" theory, I straight up think Frontline Titties of the Fifth WAS a real publication, in the very beginning days of the Cohort, and Gideon thinks she made it up but she actually remembers it via permeability of the soul lmao. But. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW. HOW ELSE YOU COULD READ THIS. ACTUALLY...

A sword was laid upon her from shoulder to hip. Her feet were bare. Upon her chest, straddling the sword, there was an open magazine. The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was a pair of tits.

That first part sure sounds like how Alecto was buried, with the sword laid across her and the bare feet. What if it's not the tits in the magazine she's seeing. What if this is Harrow waking up in Alecto's body— perhaps even far across time, perhaps in the distant past, perhaps framed like the Tomb to throw us off but this is actually just Alecto having fallen asleep with her comfort sword and titty magazine and we'll get to see Harrow live any length of time in her body, in her past, giving us a direct look at that mysterious time post-Sovereignty, pre-Cohort or at the first RB attack or something??

But also imagine, whether it's past or present or another Dream, Harrow waking up in Alecto's body and her first focused realization is "why the hell do I have tits?"

Please please please please Tamsyn I am praying.

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, August 3, 2025

My posts

A sinus infection is making the rounds through my family, so I'm trying to get some Silent Hill 2 commentary banked in case I come down with it too. (If you just followed me in the last couple of weeks due to the Stolen Radio Tower: welcome to hell!) To that end, I have videos 7 and 8 recorded, and I'm working on writeup #7. From that one, here's a clip of me struggling (I know, I need to be more specific) to discuss SH2 alluding to the show Hannibal while I fight off a rogue vomit monster. If you enjoy listening to someone get lost and scold leggy creatures while taking you on an easter egg tour, this is the commentary series for you. 

The "Ian" I mention is @idoherty451, who is coming back from his July hiatus to stream the game again this Wednesday, August 6. He is far, far ahead of me (in terms of us both replaying), and will be getting to the Labyrinth (and maybe the best cutscene in the game). I'm usually in the Twitch chat, so come on over. He'll also be going back to the beginning of his commentary and posting his music discussions for a Staying on Theme series on his channel, and I'll probably go back and post equivalent clips from the beginning of mine as well. It's a nice way for both of us to post shorter videos, since I know full playthroughs can be daunting, and stay in the same headspace while I catch up.

(HOW IS IT ALREADY AUGUST?)

Reblogs of interest

The Corporation for Public Broadcasting, funder of NPR and PBS, says it will end operations within months after federal budget cuts. I want to be clear that this does not mean that NPR and PBS are shutting down. It means that, if you're in the U.S., viewer/listener donations will be more important than ever, especially for your local public TV stations. 

"So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said 'don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before' and??????" Yeah, no—that's not how Tumblr works. Set your own requirements if you will, but I am extremely pro-lurking, lurking is my primary mode, please come lurk on this blog and be not afraid. Also welcome: likespamming.   

This is an important conversation about course-correcting gender stereotypes and standing up for others as kids navigate the world, but also, there's a monster named Evil Kevin.

Hey, speaking of Hannibal, I wonder what Anthony Hopkins is up to these days...

"But even a so-called-failure can inspire and lift up someone that needs it," especially if you're Paul Williams, your failure is The Phantom of the Paradise, and your biggest fan was a young Guillermo Del Toro. 

Speaking of GDT, he's here to tell you that you can't get art on a fucking AI app. I just really wish people would understand that you can put a dollar into a vending machine and get a candy bar, but you can't call it cooking, you know? 

Hey, so also generative AI is actively polluting the environment, using egregious amounts of energy and water, and is terrible for your brain both cognitively and psychologically. So bad, in fact, that I had to reblog two [different] [iterations] of this post with links, and the poster who said "stop being lazy and present sources" had to deactivate. That bad.

Related: some recs for Ellipsus, a free alternative to Google Docs that does not censor Horny Stuff or allow AI. I don't currently need a collaborative space—I'm happy on UpNote, after Evernote became pay-only—but it was very easy to sign up, in case I ever do. 

Also related: Want to sound less negative?

Emotional support dragon, do not pet

"Oh, okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that gaslight gatekeep girlboss meme, for instance"

 If you need to get your students to show up for class: offer a hawk.

"please enjoy the many pictures of my animal i have taken."

I've probably reblogged this picture of two cats reenacting the Reichenbach Falls scene before, and I'll do it again

The finished fish plate in its blue glory

I think this giant blue cat has just convinced me to watch KPop Demon Hunters

I genuinely hate how cute I think a Labubu looks with a BBL

"my sense of fight or flight is pretty dormant but it hit me so hard i felt vaguely nauseous for five minutes. i sat there in my car looking like id seen someone get shot. for some reason my brain could not process thomas and all i knew was that suddenly my world was very different and very, very frightening"

"being in love is great except for Oh God The Hog"

He look like stick

Video

Black Girl Whimsy: "I finally did my hair; my inner child is screaming"

"Ever heard Eider ducks calling before?" 

I will always reblog Hoseobi, meower of the softest meows

The sacred texts

Pelican mouth perfect size for calligraphy

"You lacked the Vitamin?"

Personal tags of the week

Sadly, I think it was gen ai. Let's say gifs instead. 

[adventurepunks]

"It's like a hospital if what made you sick was too much cocaine and the cure is art therapy and garden meditations"

"You'd come to my rescue and sneak me out ?" <3

Roy practically had heart eyes every time she spoke, somehow she said all the right things and the mood lightened to much easier conversation as they hiked with pinkies linked together.

"For real realzies!" Why not? Why not sleep in the car under the stars on such a balmy evenings such as this.

"Alrighty bossy boots." Roy winked and sat down, he'd gladly have his butt in the dirt if it meant she sat on his lap, yes just like this and he could wrap his arms around her small frame and keep her warm and close against his body.

"That's Ursa Major.. and if you look there. That's the North star. I can tell your future you know, from how you see the stars. Next time we will bring our drawing pads.." He absolutely could not fortune tell but she'd realize when she made him do it next time he'd just relentlessly flirt with her through stars.

Just like right now his arms wrapped her in a tight hug and somehow his hand of course slid across her chest to rest on her left boob, what little there was to cup.

"All the stars in the night sky ain't as pretty as you, sugar" his lips pressed his praises into the nape of her neck, and another kiss, and a third, he'd kiss different spots just to make her gribbly and tickly, to feel her squirm and giggle on his lap all cute and full of delight.

"Your little braid is all messed up. Want me to fix it?" he asked and pressed a raspberry on the side of her neck, then temptation took over and teeth grazed her soft skin followed by a suckling kiss on her pulse point. She smelled so good. Like cotton candy bubble gum, could she blame him for wanting a bite?

"Hang on squirmy wormy..." he unbraided her messy braid and brushed her long hair with his fingers to untangle it, dividing it by three and braiding it all over nice and fresh, maybe not as pristine as she could do her own hair but he was not terrible at it either.

"There. Nice and fresh for my Pinkiepie" he tucked little hairs behind her ear.

"I really like you Jinx." his chin rested on her small shoulder and he looked through his scope. "There...look there. That's a bobcat" At the very very distance on the right sure enough, a bobcat and her little one peaked their heads over the hill.

“Like, really? Really really?” Her eyes lit up when Roy suggested to sleep in the car.

“Like I mean, we did train for like stakeouts and whatever but I dunno, this like kind of like, sounds nicer,” Zing-zap, a streak of pink shot out to burst into tiny sparkles and fizzes.

Jinx shrugged as she looked at her roller skate shoes, idly kneading the leather seat with them.

“We got used to it I think. Billy like complains the most but Mammoth and like Gizmo? They don’t really care. Gizmo just wants his stupid computer games. He’s so stupid.” 

“Huh?” Sitting on the convertible’s windshield made her braids all messy again so she had to tuck them back, one by one.

“Rehab? Is that a city nearby?” Despite her unique circumstances, Jinx was still a sheltered girl after all.

“Huh? You guys like have curfews and stuff? That’s so stupid! I mean like, like I get it if you’re like us, but like obviously you’re not, you’re like heroes and everything. Why do heroes need a stupid curfew?

We should like do all our missions during your heroes curfew! Hehe<3!” Jinx giggled and leaned over to tickle Roy with a loose braid.

“Well if you like, sneak me out, I can like also sneak you out during your stupid curfew<3!”

“Yeah, like rules are like sooooo stupid!” So much enthusiastic agreement on that bit!

Her giggling died down when Roy got as serious as a grown-up. Oh Jinx knew this tone. Grown-ups never took kindly to it if she didn’t take them seriously then. 

She sighed and kicked at the leather seat, leaving enough little wheel imprints to make a car enthusiast sob.

“I’m not a snitch okay. I won’t like tell anybody even if I hate you, stupid.” Jinx held out her hand and her little finger with it.

“Like, what goes on between us stays between us. Pinky promise.” 

Now she was the serious one. Nobody goes back on a pinky promise. Not even Daddy Blood!

They got out of the car and Jinx nearly tripped on her skates along the dirt. 

“UGH! Whatever!” Bzzzt-zing! Her wheels disappeared and switched out to a very chunky toothed sole. She had trouble on the terrain and ended up grabbing onto the hem of Roy’s jacket for balance.

“What’s a bobcat?” What a silly name! She giggled at it and squealed at the sight of pawprints. So cute!

“Eeeeee is that pooooop? Hehe!”

The trek was tough on a city girl like her but there was so much to look at that she forgot to complain, staring at the trees and the wildflowers and the seemingly endless sky.

“No, you sit down first.” 

Jinx insisted because she wanted a Roy-shaped chair, and only when he did settle down, she would do the same and wedged herself in his lap between his legs. This way she could use him as a backrest! Perfect! She snatched his scope.

Jinx slapped his knee repeatedly for attention and pointed to many things in the sky.

“What is that? What is that one? And this one? It’s so sparkly so cute! Quick tell me! Is that a bird?”

[asheanon]

I also wish to present a weird plant Kuja to the class today. (Listen, he wears clothes, it's just concept art…)

Full view on Bluesky! 💙

[pigeonliker420]

i dont thinjk cult of the lamb was built to be played how i/we play it

we have about 50 followers and we just got to the spider place. we get those mission buffs so fast and the game gets so MAD whenever the followers are praying, its like constant earthquakes with how much the screen shakes and then they refill it in like 30 seconds after one of us takes the money. since we are already maxed out in both tech trees

whenever we do rituals or sermons it takes forever to get through the little animations especially the ritual of ascendance. everyone takes so long to get in order and pull up their hoods then after they all have to reposition themselves and i can see it happening since it goes one by one with a little lag

we were struggling a little with the amount of them at the start w the whole feeding and shit but with one player fishing constantly its like fine and then when you max out the tech trees you get 100 gold basically every 15 seconds like this if youre willing to stand by the statue so we can afford to just buy the fish the expensive way and have them cooking them in a queue. and the mushroom ritual + fast makes things so easy

[phantomrose96]

When people join self-improvement or even hobbyist communities, there are some absolutely critical skills of fundamental skepticism they need when going in. I think most people who get into these communities aren't aware of these.

And just, as a fundamental few:

Does this person stand to gain financially from the thing they're trying to sell you on?

Is the business model of this whole community one of artificial competitiveness? Is there a pressure around never lapsing, or never straying from the model being sold to you?

Are the claims made in this community becoming bolder and bolder deviations from standard information?

These are absolutely rife in fitness, nutrition, and financial-advice communities and they often receive very little scrutiny except among those who already "got out." Because from the outside, seeing someone get into fitness is a good thing, good for them, glad to see it, look at that dedication, happy for them. Same on the other categories, and probably numerous others I haven't seen.

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Does this person stand to gain financially from the thing they're trying to sell you on?

If the answer is yes, that does NOT mean "immediately abort", it means keep that in mind when you're interacting with their content.

This nutrition influencer has given you some great recipes for free, and now they're promoting a "really fantastic" brand that they have an affiliate link with? Their motivation isn't to be your friend and helpfully clue you in on a great product. It's to make money off you.

You really like this fitness influencer's work outs, but she gets MORE interaction and MORE viewers the skinnier she gets? She CLAIMS she's been losing weight naturally with healthy eating and exercise, and she's still full of energy, and You Can Too. This is not your friend. This is not someone who knows you. This is someone under large financial and social pressure to do everything she can to put out her best appearance and her happiest appearance, and your attention and belief in the appearance is where the money and clout come from. You really need to remember this in the same way you remember to look both ways before crossing the street. You can cross a street and you can follow a fitness account, but protect yourself when doing it.

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Is the business model of this whole community one of artificial competitiveness? Is there a pressure around never lapsing, or never straying from the model being sold to you?

Communities stay strong if they retain people. There are a lot of fine and positive ways to retain people, but it's often easier to retain people by instilling them with a sense that they must be here. They should feel bad if they lapse or if their attention drifts. What they were before was inadequate. Everyone outside this community is inadequate. Do you want to go back to inadequate?

Is that financial subreddit that taught you valuable lessons about 401k's, index funds, and budgeting also quietly pressuring you to always do more? Are the top posts from extremist examples of people living in destitution so they can show the most extreme screenshot, and curate the envy of everyone else who ought to be ashamed of not doing as well as them?

Is that fitness community that got you into jogging also putting you in the mind that the truest and best people exercise 7 days a week? Never miss a metric? Never compromise on their dedication?

Is that person who "cut out all sugar and feels amazing" informing you that you should never have another cupcake in your life? And if you DO it's because you're BAD and DON'T WORRY, you'll get RIGHT back on the horse after. Shame will motivate you to come right back, and stay with the community, and never leave.

As long as you stay, the community grows. As long as you stay, the ad sponsors and the endorsed products and the influencers can benefit more and more. And sometimes, there's perhaps not even a malicious force behind it. It can happen from evolutionary pressures. The communities that survive are the ones that retain people. A community that trips accidentally into a model of pressuring people to stay is one which retains people and thrives.

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Are the claims made in this community becoming bolder and bolder deviations from standard information?

You joined because you wanted to learn to cook for yourself. And this community has been helpful! You know how to make some delicious things. You've tried vegetables you've never tried before. And maybe you needed some convincing that brussel sprouts can be yummy, but what do you know, turns out you like them roasted.

But what else is being said? What things are being said with more and more frequency? Is it that "humans don't actually need any sugar, and it's a poison being sold to us?" Is it that "seed oils are toxic for you"? Is it that "pasteurization is bad"? Is the raw fruitarian convincing you that cavemen lived exclusively off fruit and you can too?

They'll have sources sometimes. Check them. Are they cherry-picked? Are they from an insular echo-chamber? Why isn't the mainstream literature aware of this? And if the answer has anything to do with "because mainstream wants to TRICK YOU and you're actually BAD for ASKING" then don't engage. Disregard. Take the recipes if you must but apply your skeptical filter to all the parts that are snake oil.

Sometimes it's that another community is only a stone's throw away. That person with a great financial portfolio has only good things to say about crypto, and what they're saying is making sense (average person [not smart] [poor] [bad money skills] laughs at crypto, but you're smarter. you're on the in-track). That amazing bodybuilder is pulling the hottest dates, and he says it's about male-confidence, and he says there are good support guides on becoming a respectable masculine man, and all you need to do is reclaim your masculinity in a society that wants to steal it from you.

In any place like this, come up for air. Come up for air FREQUENTLY. Talk to regular people and engage in academic literature outside this circle. Conspiracy thinking wins if you draw all your information from the entity trying to sell you on the conspiracy.

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And I hope this is clear but my message is not "never join a community." My message is know danger when you see it. Recognize when you're being used or pressured. Don't fall for conspiracy thinking. Protect yourself. You can use a gas stove to cook meals but don't touch the flame and don't burn your house down. You can cross the street but recognize the signs of a car coming down the street.

And I'm making this point because so many people just don't know. ...Because getting into fitness is "good" and "self-improvement"! So is nutrition. So if financial responsibility. People walk into it and the extremism can make them feel accomplished, and admired, and like they're a part of something, and maybe even like a proper self-punishment for their own inadequacies. And people on the outside won't save you because "Wow! He spends 3 hours at the gym every day! I wish I was that dedicated." is a common attitude, and will push you deeper into what has its claws in you.

Everything I'm saying is not because I'm so much smarter and so much holier-than-thou for knowing this when others don't--I'm saying this because I was in it. I fell for it. Not all the examples above, of course. But I recognize the machine in them. It is highly appealing to run farther and fast longer and overload your class schedule when you don't feel good enough and want to prove something, and so many communities will sell you on the idea this IS an accomplishment. Then once you do, you have to do it forever. Or else you'll go back to not being good enough. And since fitness is "good", and weight-loss and good grades, no one can save you but you.

The answer was not to give up on the hobbies I was doing. I cook for myself most nights. I run and bike as regular parts of my routine. I like new recipes and I like half-marathons. But these are just positive additions to my life and they do not define my worth. If I miss a work-out it's whatever. If I order take-out it's whatever. I fundamentally do not care about the influencer with the washboard abs, and if I try a work-out from her, I have no loyalty to it. If the new recipe I try mentions "clean eating" I'll roll my eyes and just figure out if the recipe seems good. If the recipe is botching itself to avoid certain scare-words I will simply find something else.

There is absolutely a reasonable place for challenging yourself and trying things outside your comfort zone. The internet is full of resources to do so much more than you currently know how to do. And if that community is an oven, recognize it's an oven. Wear oven mitts. If it's actively on fire, leave. You're the only one protecting you. Stay safe.

[rhaenyraeri]

in a world full of boys, he’s a gentleman <3

clark kent x reader <3

i’ve been seeing these types of posts and i wanted to try my hand at them hehe :)

☆ clark kent, who absentmindedly laces his pinky with yours when you’re sitting together.

☆ clark kent, who loves doing the laundry just so he can sit you on the dryer, talking to you as he folds the clothes.

☆ clark kent, who leaves little post it notes around your apartment with little words of encouragement. his favorite is “you got this, sweetheart.”

☆ clark kent, who holds his arm out for you to link yours with on date nights. it never fails to flutter your heart, making you feel like the only person in the world.

☆ clark kent, who sends you pictures of the animals he sees during the day. on his way home, he passes by a park and most days, you get pictures of squirrels or the cutest dog rolling around in the grass. sometime, you’ll get videos from him as he tries to befriend whatever animal he sees. and almost always succeeds.

☆ clark kent, who also sends you pictures after trying to befriend wildlife of a little bite mark on his finger, simply captioned “ouch.”

☆ clark kent, who brings you flowers at least once a week. sometimes it’s not even bouquets— it’s just some wildflowers he picked or a single rose he saw in a supermarket that made him think of you.

☆ clark kent, who wraps his arms around you when you’re cooking, setting his chin on top of your head. he hums little tunes as he watches, asking you about your day.

☆ clark kent, who makes sure he follows the perfect gentleman rules: opening the car door for you, picking you up on time, walking on the outer part of the sidewalk, holding your hand tight when passing through crowds.

☆ clark kent, who has his future with you already in mind. one night, as he holds you close to his side in bed, he runs his fingers through your hair and between the silence, he whispers, “i’m gonna marry you someday.”

[inseobts]

You around kids

fem!reader

characters: zoro, sanji, law, shanks and ace

tags: fluff, light comedy, established relationship, comfort, emotional bonding, humor

a/n: sorry it's all cramped but I reached tumblr's limits of blocks per post, so if you need a easier way to read this, click on the ao3 link!!

words count: around 2.2k - 3.4k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Zoro:

The sun is warm but not too hot. A soft breeze plays with your hair as you walk beside Zoro through the busy town streets. The island is new, full of life and color, and the crew has scattered to do their own things. Nami went shopping, Sanji chased after ingredients... or maybe girls, and Luffy? Who knows.

You, on the other hand, just wanted a calm day. A nice walk. No drama. Zoro didn’t have any plans, so he chose to stay with you.

“Didn’t feel like wandering off,” he said with a shrug “Plus, you always get lost.”

“I do not!” you argue with a little laugh.

“You got lost on the ship” he says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, bumping his arm lightly with your shoulder “That happened once. And you’re the one to talk???”

Zoro just grunts, amused, and keeps walking beside you. His hands are in his pockets, his swords resting at his side like always. He walks with that usual lazy confidence, but you can tell he’s relaxed.

Then, you hear a small cry. Like a kid. You stop walking “Did you hear that?”

Zoro lifts his head “Yeah.”

You both follow the sound, turning down a quieter street. And there, near the side of a fruit stand, is a small boy. He can’t be older than five. His face is red from crying, his small hands wiping at his eyes. He looks scared.

“Hey, sweetie,” you say gently, kneeling in front of him “What’s wrong?”

The boy looks up at you with big teary eyes “M-Mommy’s gone…”

“Oh no,” you whisper “You got separated?”

He nods fast, then suddenly throws his arms around you. You nearly fall back from the sudden hug but Zoro puts a hand on the back of your head, gently, just to keep you balanced.

Zoro’s eyes widen. You glance up at him, then back down at the boy. He’s shaking.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay...” you say, rubbing his back “We’ll help you find her. I promise.”

The boy doesn’t let go. He clings tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear too.

Zoro scratches the back of his neck “You sure about this? We could find a guard or something.”

You give him a look “Zoro, he’s terrified. Would you want a stranger dragging you around if you were five?”

He sighs “Fine. So we’re babysitters now.”

You smile a little “Just until we find his mom.”

Zoro folds his arms, watching the boy with a face that’s trying very hard not to be soft “What’s his name?”

You turn to the boy “Sweetie, what’s your name?”

He sniffs “Kenji.”

“Okay, Kenji,” you say with a warm smile “I’m Y/N and this is Zoro. He’s kind of grumpy, but he’s nice.”

Zoro makes a sound like a scoff, but he doesn’t argue.

Kenji peeks up at Zoro “You have swords…”

Zoro raises a brow “Yeah. Don’t worry. I only use them on bad guys.”

Kenji nods seriously, then looks back at you “You’re really pretty…”

Your face heats up a little. Zoro frowns “Kid, don’t start.”

You laugh, standing up slowly as Kenji keeps his little hand in yours “Alright, let’s find your mom, okay?”

Kenji nods, still holding onto you like you’re his lifeline.

Zoro walks on your other side, still acting cool but every now and then, you catch him glancing down at the kid. And maybe, just maybe, you see a small smile on his face. Just a little one.

You’ve been walking around the town for a while now, asking people if they’ve seen Kenji’s mom. A few shopkeepers shake their heads.

Some say, “Sorry, haven’t seen any woman looking for a kid.”

You try the market square next. No luck there either.

Kenji’s small hand is still in yours, holding tight like he’s afraid to let go. His other hand rubs at his eye now and then, but he’s not crying anymore. Still, he stays close. You’re like his safe space now.

You glance down at him “Kenji, do you remember where you last saw your mom? Were you near a shop?”

He shakes his head slowly “I was looking at fish. Then I turned and she was gone.”

“Fish,” Zoro repeats “That narrows it down to…everywhere.”

You sigh “We’ll keep looking.”

Kenji tugs on your hand “Are you tired? I can walk by myself.”

Your heart melts “I’m okay, Kenji. But thank you.”

Then suddenly he reaches out and grabs Zoro’s hand too and you both freeze. Zoro stares at the small hand holding his, like it’s some kind of bomb.

Kenji doesn’t notice. He just keeps walking like it’s the most normal thing in the world, one hand in yours, one hand in Zoro’s. As if he’s done it a hundred times.

You glance at Zoro, and your face gets warm. Really warm. This…looks kind of cute. No… more than cute. It looks like… a little family.

Zoro’s eye twitches. He knows what it looks like too.

A woman passing by gives you a soft smile “Oh, what a sweet family.”

You nearly choke “Oh! We’re not—uh—we’re just helping—”

Zoro mutters under his breath, “For the love of… please don’t let anyone from the crew see this.”

You whisper back, “Why? Afraid they’ll think you’ve gone soft?”

He scowls “They will. And they’ll never shut up about it.”

But he doesn’t pull his hand away from Kenji’s. Not even when the kid swings his hands a little. You try not to smile too much, but your cheeks still feel hot.

“Y’know,” you say after a moment, “you don’t look that grumpy right now.”

Zoro gives you a side-eye “Say that again and I’ll let you get lost on purpose.”

You grin “Worth it.”

Kenji suddenly asks, “Are you and the sword guy married?”

You and Zoro speak at the same time.

You: “W-what? No!”

Zoro: “Hell no!”

You look at Zoro kinda offended by his tone.

Kenji tilts his head “But you look like it…”

Zoro lets out a long sigh “Kid, you really trying to make my day harder?”

You can’t stop laughing now. Even Zoro, after a beat, smiles just a little. Just enough to make your heart do a little flip.

The sun’s still out, the breeze still nice and you still haven’t found Kenji’s mom, but…you’re doing okay. And as long as the kid keeps walking between you and Zoro, hands held tight, maybe it’s not such a bad way to spend the day.

Kenji’s hand is still snug in yours, and Zoro hasn��t pulled away from the other side either, though his eye twitches every few minutes like he’s trying to pretend it’s not happening.

You’re still wandering through the streets, asking around and scanning every corner for a woman calling out for her son. No luck. Then suddenly, Kenji tugs at your hand and mumbles, “I’m hungry…”

You pause “Oh… right. You haven’t eaten anything.”

Zoro groans immediately “We don’t have time to stop and eat. We’re looking for your mom, remember?”

Kenji’s bottom lip quivers “But… my tummy hurts…”

He rubs his stomach with both hands now, giving you the most tragic look you’ve ever seen. You’re done. Defeated.

“Zoro,” you whisper, “he’s so cute. Let him eat.”

Zoro crosses his arms “He’ll survive. Kids bounce back.”

Kenji grabs your arm again “Please… just a snack?”

Your heart melts into a puddle “Zoroooo…”

Zoro looks at you and you’re doing it too… That look. Eyes wide, soft voice, the tiniest pout. Now both you and Kenji are staring at him like abandoned puppies in the rain.

He curses under his breath “You guys are teaming up on me.”

You say nothing, you just keep pouting. He rubs his face like this is physical pain “Fine. Fine. Twenty minutes.”

Kenji jumps up and cheers “Yay!”

You smile up at Zoro, wrapping your hand around his arm “Thanks, babe. You’re the best.”

He groans again, but you catch the way his ears turn a little red. You head toward a food stall nearby, and as soon as you do, you hear a loud voice call out “Oi! Zoro! Y/N!”

You both turn and there they are.

Luffy and Sanji, carrying way too many bags and snacks.

Sanji’s eyes go wide when he sees the kid. He drops his bags “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

Kenji looks up at you, his mouth full of fried dough “Who’s the loud guy?”

Sanji points dramatically at Zoro “How could you?! You stole her away and now—now you even have a child?!”

Zoro blinks “What are you talking about? Do you know how kids are made?”

Luffy laughs “He looks just like your kid. You’re all holding hands and stuff. It’s so cute! You should make a real one!”

Sanji falls to the ground instantly “I’m dying. I’m literally dead. This is hell.”

You’re laughing too hard to speak.

Kenji, still chewing, leans over to Zoro “Are those your friends? They’re weird.”

Zoro sighs “You have no idea.”

Luffy crouches next to Kenji, nose almost touching his “Heyyy, what’s your name?”

“Kenji!”

“Cool name! You wanna be a pirate?”

Zoro grabs Luffy by the back of his vest and yanks him away “No recruiting children.”

Sanji stands back up, wiping his nose “Mon dieu… Y/N, if you ever decide you want real romance, you know where to find me.”

You smile sweetly “You’d have to fight Zoro for me first.”

Sanji turns pale, not because he’s scared but because you think of Zoro right away “…I’m good.”

Kenji tugs your sleeve again “Are they always like this?”

“Pretty much” you say with a giggle. Zoro mutters, “You get used to it.”

Even as the chaos unfolds, Zoro moves just a little closer to you. His hand brushes against yours again and Kenji, still holding your other hand, starts humming happily between bites.

After the chaos (and mild heartbreak) that was Luffy and Sanji, you wave them off with a tired smile. Sanji is still crying in the background. Luffy’s trying to steal a meat bun from someone’s cart.

“Bye, Kenji!” Luffy shouts cheerfully “Don’t forget to train so you can join my crew!”

“I won’t!” Kenji waves both hands like you’re sending off a ship.

You tug his sleeve gently “Okay, come on. Let’s keep going.”

Zoro mutters under his breath as you walk again, heading farther into the town “Out of everyone… they had to be the ones we run into.”

You smirk “Could’ve been worse.”

“No. That was the worst.”

“Even worse than running into ALL of them together?”

He gives you a sharp side-eye “Don’t push your luck.”

You giggle, swinging Kenji’s hand a little as you walk. He’s full now, calmer, but still sticking to you like glue. Zoro’s hands are back in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched. He looks like he wants to complain, but he’s still here. That says enough.

Then, out of nowhere, Kenji tugs at your hand and looks up at you seriously “Miss Y/N? Can I call you Mama?”

You freeze. Everything around you stops. The breeze. The street noise. Even Zoro seems to pause mid-step. You blink at him “W-What?”

Kenji looks a little nervous now, like he’s not sure if he’s done something wrong “I know you’re not really… but you’re really nice, and you make me feel safe like my mama does. I miss her…”

Your throat closes. You don’t even know what to say. Tears prick at your eyes so fast you can’t stop them. One slides down your cheek before you can hide it.

You crouch down, hugging him gently, trying not to cry too hard “Kenji… I’m sure your mom misses you too. We’re gonna find her, okay? I promise.”

He nods, leaning into your hug.

Zoro is quiet behind you. For once, not a single sarcastic comment. When you glance up at him, you see that flicker in his eyes. Something soft. Something… careful. He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you. And somehow, that silence means more than words.

You’re walking again, slowly now. Kenji hums as he walks between you and Zoro, swinging your hands. He’s more cheerful after eating, even skipping a little. It’s almost hard to believe this is the same scared little boy from earlier.

Then you hear a woman’s voice, panicked and breathless “Kenji?! Kenji!!”

All three of you turn around, a woman is running toward you, her eyes wide with worry. Her hair’s a bit messy.

Kenji gasps “Mama!!”

He lets go of both your hands and runs to her. You and Zoro stop walking, watching as he throws himself into her arms. She catches him and falls to her knees, hugging him tightly.

“Oh, thank god,” she whispers, burying her face in his shoulder “I’ve been looking everywhere, Kenji, I was so scared…”

“I’m okay, Mama!” he says brightly “I wasn’t alone!”

You and Zoro stand quietly a few steps away, watching them hold each other. Zoro crosses his arms and says nothing. But his expression is… softer now. Thoughtful.

Then, Kenji turns and grabs his mom’s hand.

“Come on! Come meet them!” he says, tugging her toward you.

She lets herself be pulled along and gives you a teary smile “You… You helped him?”

You nod “Yeah. He was alone and crying. We couldn’t just leave him.”

She presses a hand to her chest, still catching her breath “Thank you. Truly. I don’t know what I would’ve done—”

She starts reaching into a small pouch “Please, I have a little money—let me give you something.”

You shake your head quickly “Oh no, really. That’s okay. We had… a good day, actually. He’s a sweet kid.”

Kenji beams proudly beside her. Zoro’s still silent, standing with that usual lazy posture.

The woman glances at him, hesitating “Are you sure? Maybe he wants—”

Before she finishes, Zoro shrugs “Y/N did all of it by herself.”

You glance over at him. That’s not true, you both helped. But he says it like he wants to make clear that the kindness was yours. You give him a small smile.

The woman bows slightly “Thank you both again.”

You nod, just about to say goodbye when Kenji suddenly throws his arms around your waist again.

You blink “Kenji…?”

He’s crying again. Quiet, but real tears, as he mumbles “Do you… have to go?”

Your throat tightens “Hey, don’t cry… You’re with your mom now. You’re safe.”

“I know,” he says, sniffling “But I don’t want you to go. I love you… you’re my best friend.”

Tears fill your eyes instantly. You hug him back, squeezing gently, as you whisper “I love you too, Kenji, you’re really brave, you know?”

He looks up at his mom “Can she stay with us?”

Her eyes soften “Sweetheart… she has her own life and friends. But maybe one day you’ll meet again.”

He wipes his face with his sleeve, still clinging to you. Zoro turns away slightly, trying to act like he’s not watching, but his ears are red and in his chest, something warm builds, quiet and slow.

You’re so gentle. So natural with children. And for the first time… He lets the thought sit. Maybe a future like that, with you, soft like this… wouldn’t be so bad.

Eventually, you say goodbye. Kenji waves and waves until he’s out of sight. You and Zoro walk in silence for a few minutes. Then… you feel something. Zoro reaches over and takes your hand.

You blink, surprised “Zoro?”

He doesn’t look at you, eyes straight ahead, face a little pink “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Just… thought you might need it.”

You smile, squeezing his hand gently. A few more steps go by before he adds, quietly “You’d be good at it.”

“At what?” you ask.

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly “…Being a mom.”

Your heart skips as he glances at you out of the corner of his eye “Not saying right now. Just… someday. If you wanted that.”

You stop for a second, staring at him. He’s not blushing anymore. He’s serious.

You nod, eyes soft “With you… yeah. I think I’d want that someday.”

Zoro looks away quickly, but you see the tiniest smile on his face.

You let go of his hand and he turns to look at you surprised. But then you jump and put your arms around his neck as he grabs you by your waist to steady you.

You kiss him quickly but softly while saying “I love you so much Zoro, thank you.”

He’s still surprised but asks “What are you thanking me for?”

“To think of me when you think about your future.”

He blushes and starts to look away but you catches him saying “Of course I would.”

You smile as you let go of him and then take his hand again as you swing it and walk as you’re the happiest girl in the world, with your biggest smile one and humming a little cute song.

Zoro watches you all the time with the softest smile he ever had.

── .✦ Sanji:

The sun sets behind the island’s hills, painting the sky in soft orange and purple. You can already hear music and laughter in the air. The village is buzzing with excitement.

“We’re just in time for the Moonlight Festival” Nami tells everyone, smiling as a few locals greet her.

“They want us to join?” Luffy asks, his eyes already searching for food.

“Yes,” Robin says “They’ve prepared clothes for us. It’s part of their tradition.”

You glance around. The people here are wearing bright outfits, flowing skirts, golden sashes, beads, and flowers in their hair. It looks magical.

One of the village girls walks up to you, holding a folded dress.

“For you,” she says with a kind smile “You’ll look beautiful in it.”

Sanji’s eyes narrow, already hovering at your side “She always does” he says softly, brushing a hand across your lower back.

You smile and take the dress inside a small tent to change.

When you step out, the crew is waiting. Zoro looks away with a bored expression. Usopp whistles.

But Sanji… he freezes. His face turns red in two seconds. Then an elegant nosebleed.

“Oh my god, Sanji!” you rush to him as he stumbles back, heart-shaped eyes glowing like lanterns.

“You… You can’t just walk out looking like that, mon amour,” he gasps “I was not prepared. That dress—you… your everything—!”

You laugh “You’re so dramatic.”

“I am in love,” he moans, holding a hand over his nose “And now I’m dying.”

“Save it for later, lovebirds,” Nami rolls her eyes “Let’s go! The festival’s starting!”

The streets are glowing with lanterns. Drums beat in the background. Kids are running around with flower crowns. You hold Sanji’s hand tight as you pull him through the crowd.

“Wait, wait—look!” you gasp, pointing to a stall “Caramel apples!”

Sanji chuckles “Mon amour, you know I can make you better ones. Twice as sweet. Three times as shiny.”

“Yeah, but these are festival apples,” you grin, bouncing on your heels “It’s different!”

He groans playfully but fishes some coins from his pocket “Fine. Who am I to stop you from being adorable?”

You grab the apple and take a big bite “Mmm! Okay. Yours are still better.”

He smirks “Told you.”

You two stroll past more stalls. Roasted nuts, cotton candy, fruit juice in bamboo cups… you try everything. Sanji keeps spoiling you without complaint, even if he keeps saying, “You know I could cook all of this for you, mon trésor.”

You wipe a bit of syrup off his cheek with your thumb “Yeah, but this is more fun.”

You turn a corner and freeze “Sanji!” you gasp.

“Hm?”

“There!” You point to a game stall. Behind it is a giant plushie… a round, smiling bear with soft ears and a flower crown.

Sanji squints “You want that thing?”

“Yes! It’s so cute!”

But before you can step forward, a group of small kids run up.

“We saw it first!” one of them shouts.

“No way! I’m gonna win it!” another boy says, grabbing a ball from the counter.

You look at Sanji. He cracks his knuckles and smiles “A competition, huh?”

“Winner takes the bear!” the tallest kid says.

Sanji kneels to their level, grinning “Alright, little ones. You’re on.”

Sanji throws the first ball... Miss.

“Damn it—”

The ball bounces off the edge of the target, knocking over nothing but his pride.

“Too slow, old man!” the little boy cackles and throws his own. Miss.

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Oh-ho? You think you’re better?”

“I am better!” the kid huffs, grabbing another ball. Miss again.

Sanji leans in “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Your aim is trash.”

“So is yours.”

They go back and forth for the next minute. Ball after ball. Miss after miss. Neither hits a single target. Sanji’s hair is messier now, and the kid’s cheeks are puffed in frustration.

You cross your arms and bite your lip to stop laughing. Finally, Sanji steps back, hands on his hips.

“This game is clearly rigged.”

The kid points at him “You’re just mad because you lost.”

“You lost too!” Sanji snaps back, eyes wide.

“Only ‘cause you distracted me with your loud yelling!”

They both look exhausted and full of mutual respect…and mutual failure.

You walk up between them and say, “Okay. My turn.”

Sanji blinks “Mon amour, are you sure? It’s harder than it looks—”

“I wanna try.” you say, handing him the caramel apple you’re still holding.

You pick up the ball. It’s heavier than you thought, but manageable. You narrow your eyes, pull back your arm and… You knock over all three cans. Clean.

Sanji’s jaw drops. The little boy gasps so loudly, you think he might pass out.

The game keeper just laughs and hands you the giant plushie “Well done, miss!”

You grin and hug the bear tight “I did it!”

Sanji laughs, not caring at all about being shown up “You’re amazing!” he says proudly “Absolutely perfect.”

He kisses your cheek with zero shame “My talented goddess.”

But the kid… the kid is just staring at you now. Like something huge just clicked in his little brain.

“…What?” you ask, smiling at him “You can still try again, maybe there’s another plush—”

“I love you.”

You blink “Huh?”

“I don’t know why,” he says, completely serious “But I do.”

You stand there with your plushie, speechless. Sanji snorts so hard he has to turn around to hide his laugh.

“Is it the bear?” you ask gently.

The boy shakes his head “It’s your face. And your power.”

Sanji is wheezing now “That’s a strong statement, mon petit rival.”

“I said what I said,” the kid replies firmly, hands in his pockets “If you break up with him, I’ll wait for you.”

You pat his head “Thanks, but… I don’t think that’ll happen.”

He sighs “Fine. But just know… you’re my first love now.”

Sanji finally turns around, wiping tears from his eyes “I’ve been defeated. By a child.”

You both laugh, holding hands again. You keep walking through the festival lights, one giant plush bear in your arms, and the chef at your side.

The night deepens, and the music slows down.

Soft lanterns float above the square, swaying gently in the warm breeze. They’re glowing in different colors as orange, pink, soft blue, like slow-moving stars. Couples begin dancing in the middle of the cobblestone plaza.

Sanji gently tugs your hand “Dance with me, mon amour?”

You grin and nod “Only if you don’t step on my feet.”

“I would rather die.”

He places one hand on your waist, the other holding yours with a practiced ease. His touch is warm and careful, like he’s afraid to break you. You sway together under the lanterns, the sounds of violins and laughter floating around you.

“You look beautiful in this light.” he says quietly.

You look up at him, smiling “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

You lean into him, resting your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. This moment is soft. Sweet. Just the two of you… until…

“HEY, Y/N!”

Your head jerks up. You turn. A small voice echoes through the crowd.

Sanji’s brows twitch “No.”

Walking through the legs of villagers, holding something behind his back, is that kid.

Your jaw drops “How do you know my name?”

He stops right in front of you, puffing his chest like a tiny warrior “The idiot said it like five times while we were throwing balls. ‘You’ve got this, Y/N! Knock ‘em down, Y/N!’”

You blink “Oh… yeah. That sounds like him.”

Sanji coughs “You remembered that?”

The kid pulls out what he was hiding behind his back, a delicate, glowing flower. Its petals shimmer like they’ve been dusted with stardust.

“This is for you,” the boy says, holding it out with both hands like an offering “You deserve something this pretty.”

Your heart does a little owh at the sweetness “Aww… thank you.”

You take it gently, not wanting to crush it.

Sanji, meanwhile, stares at the flower. Then at the kid. Then at you.

He chuckles lightly “How… thoughtful.”

You glance at him “You okay?”

“Oh, me? Perfectly fine,” he says with a smile that’s way too tight “Just enjoying the sight of my girlfriend being courted by an eight-year-old.”

The kid looks up at him “Nine.”

“Ah, of course. My mistake,” Sanji says, voice calm but eyes twitching “A mature gentleman.”

“Way cooler than you.” the boy mumbles.

Sanji crouches down slightly, still smiling “You want a kitchen knife to go with that flower, mon petit rival?”

You step between them, laughing “Okay, okay, enough. This is getting weird.”

The kid sighs and shrugs “I’ll just wait till you’re single. No rush.”

“There will be no waiting.” Sanji grits through his teeth.

“Time is on my side, old man.”

“SHE’S MY AGE TOO!” Sanji yells irritated.

You nearly drop the flower from laughing so hard. You pat the boy on the head again “You’re really sweet, but I’m staying with the idiot for now.”

“Forever,” Sanji corrects “She’s staying with me forever.”

“Yeah, yeah. For now…” the boy says, walking away into the lantern lights.

You turn to Sanji, still giggling “You were jealous.”

He raises a hand, dramatic as ever “I can’t believe he kept insulting me. I was not jealous. I was threatened.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He sighs “Okay. I was… mildly unsettled.”

You lean up and kiss his cheek “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

He smirks again “And you’re always cute. But please… no more nine-year-old rivals.”

The music quiets. The stalls are closing. Lanterns start floating into the sky, some by string, some released into the wind with wishes written on paper. The villagers begin gathering near the beach and hilltops.

You stretch your arms with a happy sigh, the big plushie still tucked under one arm “It’s almost time for fireworks, right?”

Sanji nods and gently takes your hand “Follow me, mon love. I found us a better spot. Private. High up. Just us.”

“Romantic?”

He grins “Always.”

He leads you up a narrow path behind the main square, through a line of trees. A few lanterns hang along the way, giving the path a warm glow. Eventually, you reach a small wooden platform, almost like an old lookout. There’s a railing, a perfect view of the sky, and just enough space for the two of you to stand side by side.

You lean against the railing, wide-eyed “This is perfect…”

Sanji steps behind you, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder “I know. Just like you.”

You snort “Cheesy.”

He kisses your temple “True.”

Just as the wind picks up slightly and you snuggle closer into his arms…“Hey!”

You both turn your heads.

It’s the kid. Again.

Sanji groans, stepping forward “Are you following us now?”

The boy crosses his arms “I think destiny wants me and Y/N together.”

Sanji points at him “She’s literally standing here with me, holding the bear I helped her win—”

“I pushed you to give up and her winning it, so technically I helped too.”

“You called me ‘trash’ and insulted me!”

“And yet… here we are.” He spreads his arms as if the universe just proved his point.

You lean on the railing, grinning like an idiot while they go at it again “I feel like I should get popcorn for this.”

The kid puffs up his chest “You’ll thank me when we’re married one day.”

“I am going to faint.” Sanji rubs his face.

You laugh softly, eyes crinkling with joy. The two of them are so dramatic in their own ways… Sanji with his poetic French curses, and the kid with his over-the-top confidence.

But then the sky explodes into light.

You gasp and rush toward the railing, hands gripping the wood. Fireworks bloom above the hills, one after another, bursts of gold, red, green, and silver painting the night. Some twinkle, some crackle, some swirl in spiral shapes like dancing stars.

“Whoa…” you whisper, completely forgetting the chaos behind you.

Then, beside you, another small gasp. You glance down. It’s the kid.

His eyes are wide. His mouth slightly open in wonder “They’re… huge.”

“Is this your first time seeing fireworks?” you ask.

He nods slowly “Yeah. They’re… kinda magical.”

You smile, your face glowing with the same light reflecting in the sky “Right?”

Behind you, Sanji watches the two of you from a few steps back.

You’re both standing at the railing, heads tilted up, eyes full of wonder, soft smiles on your faces. The flower the kid gave you is tucked in your hair. The bear still in your arms. And somehow, in that one moment, you and the kid… look similar.

Same joy. Same spark. Same heart.

Sanji feels something shift in his chest. Not jealousy. Not annoyance. Something deeper. Warmer.

He pictures this moment again, but years in the future. You, at the railing, holding a small hand. Your child’s hand.

Their eyes lighting up like yours. That same smile. That same awe. And he’s there too, arms around both of you. His future, clear as the fireworks above.

You turn around and catch his gaze “Sanji?”

He blinks and smiles softly “Sorry. Just… thinking about how lucky I am.”

You raise an eyebrow “Because we won the bear?”

“No,” he says, stepping forward to join you at the railing “Because I get to watch you fall in love with everything.”

You rest your head on his shoulder again, your free hand finding his.

“With me?” The kid says.

“NO! DROP IT!” Sanji yells at him but then they both smile and keep watching the fireworks as they keep blooming. And Sanji is already planning forever.

The last firework bursts in a shower of silver and gold, lingering like a sparkler in the night sky. Then silence.

Soft cheers rise from the village below. The glow fades, lanterns flickering low. The magic of the moment hangs in the air for just a little longer, like it doesn’t want to end.

You sigh, still holding Sanji’s hand “That was perfect…”

Next to you, the kid is still staring at the sky. But the fireworks are gone now, long finished. Yet he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. His eyes are wide, his mouth just barely open. He looks like he’s still inside that wonder.

You smile at him “Hey… by the way… What’s your name?”

He blinks, like he’s waking up from a dream “Oh. It’s Tama.”

“Nice to meet you, Tama.” You kneel down a bit so you’re closer to his height “What do you wanna be when you grow up?”

Without hesitation “A pirate.”

You laugh softly “Really?”

He nods, proud “A brave one. With a big ship. I’ll visit all the islands with weird animals and floating rocks and treasure.”

Sanji smirks beside you, hands in his pockets “Then I guess we’ll keep being rivals even out at sea, huh?”

Tama gives him a sharp side-eye “I’ll have to steal y/n from you and out-pirate you.”

Sanji grins “Try me, mon petit.”

You giggle and ruffle Tama’s hair gently “Well, I hope we meet again when you’re out there chasing dreams.”

Tama glances up at you “What about you? What do you want to be?”

You pause. It’s not something you really think about. You look over at Sanji… messy blond hair, gentle smile, the way he’s still looking at you like the stars are in your eyes instead of the sky.

You shrug “I don’t care what I become. I just want to be with Sanji forever.”

Sanji freezes for a moment.

Then, he lets out a quiet breath, like someone just handed him the whole world.

His voice is soft “You’ll never have to wish for that, mon amour. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tama watches you both. He’s quiet. No more smug grins or snappy lines.

Then, slowly, he nods. He tucks his hands into his pockets and gives you a small smile, real and warm “Then it’s good the idiot is so persistent.”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Hey—”

Tama doesn’t look at him. He’s looking at you “You’re really happy. I can tell.” His voice is calm now, like something inside him understands something bigger “So… I’m okay with it.”

Your heart softens “Thank you, Tama.”

Then, without fully thinking, you smile even wider and say, “Sanji, I hope our future baby is going to be like him.”

Tama blinks, clearly unsure what to say to that. Maybe even a little embarrassed. But he nods slowly, lips pressing together in a shy smile.

Sanji stops breathing.

He stares at you, completely still, as if the fireworks just restarted behind his eyes. That sentence… so casual, so soft… hit harder than anything tonight. Our future baby...

You’re thinking about it. About a future. About family. And not just that. You’re thinking about it with him. His heart squeezes in his chest.

You’re here, in his arms. You’re in love. And you’re imagining a child with his smile and your eyes, running around somewhere under the same stars.

You turn and see the look in Sanji’s eyes.

He’s smiling, but there’s something deeper behind it. Something full. Something that says, I heard that.

You just smile back, knowing he doesn’t need to say a word.

Tama shrugs and turns around “Don’t get too comfy though. I’ll be cooler than him someday.”

Sanji puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close “We’ll be cheering for you… maybe.”

Tama waves over his shoulder, heading back toward the village, lantern light flickering around him.

You and Sanji stay a little longer at the lookout, arms wrapped around each other, the flower still in your hair, and the last warmth of the fireworks still in your hearts.

The festival is over. But something even better stayed behind with you…

Love. Peace. And the promise of forever.

── .✦ Law:

The sea is calm. The deck is quiet. You wipe your hands with a towel and step out of the infirmary for some air. A peaceful day. For once.

“GUYS! GUYS!! I’m back!!”

Bepo’s voice booms from the ramp. You glance over, blinking. Law appears from the hallway behind you, arms crossed and already frowning. Penguin and Shachi pop their heads out of the engine room.

“Why are you yelling?” Law asks, sharp.

“I got everything!” Bepo shouts, jogging up “But also—uh—”

He’s carrying something. No. Someone. It’s a kid.

A little girl, maybe five years old, wrapped in one of Bepo’s spare coats. Her hair’s messy, face pale. No shoes. She looks completely terrified.

Shachi stares “That’s a child.”

“Bepo,” Law growls “You didn’t…”

“I had to!” Bepo pleads “She was hiding behind crates in the market. All alone. People walked right past her. Like she wasn’t even there!”

“So you picked her up and brought her here?!” Law’s tone spikes.

“I couldn’t leave her! I asked around, but no one knew her. No one cared! She wouldn’t talk to anyone but me!”

The girl looks around fast… strangers, loud voices, sharp tones. She panics.

Her eyes lock on you, maybe because you’re the only woman here at the moment, maybe because you’re not yelling, and suddenly she jumps out of Bepo’s arms.

“Wait—!” Bepo yells.

Too late. She runs straight to you and throws her arms around your waist, hugging you like her life depends on it.

You freeze.

“Woah—hey, hey,” you say softly, instinct kicking in. You crouch down, hands gentle on her arms “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

She buries her face in your chest and doesn’t say a word. Everyone is staring.

“Y/N,” Law says, voice low “Do you know her?”

You shake your head “Never seen her before.”

“Then why is she hugging you like that?” Penguin asks, confused.

You rub her back carefully “She’s scared. She saw someone safe. That’s all.”

Law narrows his eyes, crouching beside you.

“Kid,” he says quietly, “what’s your name?”

“…Mimi.” she whispers.

“How old are you, Mimi?”

She holds up five fingers without looking up.

“Do you know where your parents are?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you remember anything?”

She shrugs.

Law stands up “Fantastic.”

“I don’t get it,” Shachi says “Why would she run to Y/N? Just randomly?”

“She doesn’t know me,” you say, still holding Mimi gently “She was just scared.”

“She’s still shaking,” Bepo murmurs “I think she really was in danger.”

Law opens his mouth to reply, but footsteps thunder up from below deck.

“Ikkaku!” Penguin says as she appears, out of breath.

“Captain!” she gasps, holding up a tablet “Emergency Marine alert. I just picked it up from the city’s comms.”

“What kind of alert?” Law asks, tone serious.

She flips the screen around “They’re searching for a missing child. Classified level. No name. No photo. Just this—”

She swipes again. A blurry snail-cam image. It’s Mimi. Wearing that same coat.

“…Shit.” Law mutters.

Everyone stares at the screen.

“Why are the Marines looking for a five-year-old?” Shachi asks, stunned.

“Classified level? That’s not normal” Penguin adds.

Ikkaku reads off the report “Orders are to retrieve the child alive. No reason listed. But every local base is on alert. They think pirates might have taken her.”

Mimi stiffens. She presses closer to you.

“…Bad men,” she whispers “Mama said they’d come…”

“Mimi,” you say softly, “do you know who the bad men are?”

She shakes her head quickly “The marines… that I had to run. Mama said… find someone kind. Someone who felt safe.”

She looks up at you then. Big, frightened eyes.

You smile gently “You found me, don’t worry.”

Law steps beside you, staring down at the kid. His hand brushes yours.

“Y/N,” he says quietly, “She can’t stay on deck.”

You nod.

“She stays below, for now” Law says, turning to the crew “And no one talks about her. Not a word. We figure this out before the Marines come knocking.”

Bepo lets out a breath “Thank you, Captain.”

Law glances back at you and Mimi “Don’t thank me yet. This is trouble.”

“She’s just a kid,” you murmur, carrying her gently as you stand “We’ll protect her.”

Law’s voice softens “Yeah. We will.”

The door closes behind you both with a quiet click. The hallway outside Law’s quarters is silent now. You and Law stand inside the dimly lit room, away from the crew, away from Mimi.

He leans against the desk, arms folded, hat on the surface next to him. His jaw is tight. You’re pacing.

“She’s five, Law,” you say “Five. And terrified. You saw her face.”

“I know what I saw,” he replies, coldly calm “But she’s not just any kid, Y/N. She’s being hunted by the Marines. That’s not normal.”

“She didn’t ask to be hunted,” you shoot back “She didn’t choose any of this!”

“You think I don’t know that?” His voice rises slightly.

You stop pacing “Then why are you looking at her like she’s a problem?”

He straightens “Because right now? She is. She’s a risk. For all of us.”

You flinch.

“Oh, great,” you say, sarcasm slipping in “Glad to know your heart’s still functioning.”

His eyes narrow “Don’t twist my words.”

“I’m not twisting anything! You’re acting like she’s a ticking time bomb!”

“I’m being realistic!” he snaps “You always do this—take in strays without thinking!”

You freeze. The words echo. You always do this.

Your chest tightens “Then is that what I am to you?” you whisper “Some stray you took in?”

Law’s expression shifts instantly “What? No—”

You shake your head, stepping back, voice low and bitter “Forget it. I’m done.”

He moves toward you “Y/N, wait—”

“No,” you say, turning for the door “You wanted to be realistic? Fine. Be alone with your logic. I’m going to be with the actual human being we rescued.”

You slam the door on your way out.

You sit cross-legged on the floor of the small guest room, paper and colored pencils spread out between you and Mimi. She holds a red pencil in her small hand, tongue poking out a little as she focuses hard on drawing something.

You force yourself to smile “That’s a very good cat, Mimi.”

“It’s you” she says, showing you proudly.

You laugh gently “Oh! I’m the cat?”

She nods “You were soft when I hugged you.”

You pause “That’s… really sweet, actually.”

She looks up at you “Are you mad?”

Your smile fades “Why would you think that?”

“You left fast. Like Mama did… when she was mad.”

Ouch.

You set your pencil down and reach out, tucking her hair behind her ear “I’m not mad at you, I promise.”

“Then who?”

You sigh “Just… someone I love. We said some things we didn’t mean.”

She nods like she gets it “Mama and Papa did that too. Then they’d be quiet for a while. But after, they hugged a lot.”

You smile faintly “Maybe we’ll get there.”

Mimi turns back to her paper “Do you think my Mama’s okay?”

Your heart aches “I hope so, Mimi. I really do.”

You pick up a blue pencil and draw beside her in silence for a while. The sound of coloring fills the small room. For a little while, it’s peaceful again.

Even if your chest still burns with anger and something else you don’t want to admit yet. Not hurt. Just… disappointed.

The hallway outside the guest room is quiet now.

Right now, it’s just you and Mimi, surrounded by colored pencils and messy drawings. She laughs when your stick figure ends up with five arms. You giggle along, your mood slowly softening.

“Look!” she says proudly, holding up her latest masterpiece. It’s her, you, and what might be Bepo if you squint. You’ve all got huge smiles and stars around your heads.

“That’s amazing,” you say, genuinely impressed “Did you make me taller than Bepo?”

She nods “Because you’re strong.”

Your heart actually hurts a little at that “You’re the strong one, Mimi.”

She looks up at you, eyes wide and happy. It’s the first time she’s looked this light since she came aboard. Something warm blooms in your chest. You don’t say it aloud, but this feels… right.

She deserves moments like this. You both do.

There’s a soft knock at the doorframe. You turn and Law stands there. He doesn’t say anything right away. Just… watches.

You see his eyes flick to Mimi, then back to you. The scene freezes him. Like he’s seeing something he wasn’t ready for. Like he’s seeing you with a child in your lap, laughing, gentle, bright. Like family.

You look away first. Mimi doesn’t notice. She’s too busy coloring in the sky purple.

Law jerks his head toward the hallway, silently asking for a word. You hesitate.

Then slowly stand up, brushing your hands off “I’ll be right back, okay?” you whisper to Mimi.

“Okay.” she says without looking up.

You follow Law out into the hall. The door closes behind you, soft and careful. He runs a hand through his hair. He looks… tired. And guilty.

“I deserved everything you said earlier” he starts.

You don’t speak yet.

“I was angry. Not at you. At the situation. At how helpless it made me feel. It reminds me a lot of when… nevermind.”

Still, you wait.

“I wanted to do something. So I called in favors. Checked restricted comms. Dug deep.”

You lift your eyes to meet his “And?”

“I found out who her mother was,” he says “They were living on the outskirts of a Marine-controlled zone. Poor. Invisible. Perfect targets.”

Your throat tightens.

“She died,” Law continues “A week ago. Protecting Mimi. Marines were already closing in. Her mother fought back alone. Got her daughter away. Then…”

He trails off.

You stare “…Mimi saw that happen?”

He nods “But I think she doesn’t remember it. Or won’t. Trauma like that… it can block memories completely. Especially in kids.”

Your back presses to the wall “She… thinks her mom is still out there.”

“I know,” he says quietly “I was hoping she was. I wanted to go find her. Bring her here. Give Mimi the ending she deserved.”

You press your hands to your face “God…”

Law steps closer “I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure.”

You lower your hands slowly, voice shaking “You thought I’d fall apart?”

“No,” he says “I thought I would.”

That makes you look at him.

“I saw you with her just now,” he says “And I thought… maybe we could give her something close to a family. Not perfect. Not planned. But something.”

Silence hangs heavy for a second.

“I’m sorry,” he says again “For the fight. For what I said.”

You nod slowly “I was mad. But I never stopped trusting you.”

He reaches for your hand. You let him take it.

“She’s all alone now” you whisper.

“Not if we stay” he says.

You squeeze his fingers “I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s been three months since Mimi came aboard. She doesn’t cry at night anymore. She doesn’t flinch when someone raises their voice.

She laughs. Loudly. She steals snacks with Penguin, watches Shachi build models, draws on Bepo’s fur while he naps, and sometimes, when she’s really sleepy, she crawls into your bed without saying a word and snuggles between you and Law.

You and Law never talk about it, and neither does the crew, but everyone sees the way Mimi holds your hand like it’s the most normal thing in the world. The way Law makes sure she eats, takes her medicine, wears a coat when it’s cold, even when he grumbles about it. The way her drawings now always have three people in them.

You, her, and Law.

She knows the truth now. She remembers it all… her mother, the chase, the moment she lost her, the fear. It came back slowly, in pieces, but she never fell apart.

She held on. To you. To him. And now it’s time.

You found a safe place for her, a quiet island far from Marine eyes. A good family who knew her mother once, who wants to care for Mimi like their own. A home with books, and warm food, and other children. It’s the best chance she’ll ever get.

She knows it. She understands.

But even understanding doesn’t make it easy.

On the third-to-last day, you find Mimi sitting with Bepo in the garden space at the top of the sub. She’s holding her sketchbook.

“Hey,” you say gently, sitting down beside her “Can I see what you’re drawing?”

She turns the book around. It’s you and Law again… only this time, she’s drawn herself in the middle, holding both your hands. Above you is a sun with a smiling face.

Your chest aches.

“I like when we’re together.” she says, matter-of-fact.

“I do too.”

She leans against your arm “You’re not mad, right? That I said yes to going?”

You pause “Never. Mimi, we want you to be safe. That’s what matters most.”

She goes quiet for a second “But I’ll still miss you. A lot.”

You stroke her hair softly “I’ll miss you too. Every day.”

She looks up “Do you think Captain Law will miss me?”

You smile “I know he will.”

That night, Law finds you alone in the infirmary, pretending to organize the medical supplies. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed.

“You’re avoiding me” he says.

“No I’m not” you lie instantly.

“Y/N.”

You sigh and sit down on the cot “I just… don’t know how to say goodbye.”

He walks in, quiet, and sits beside you “You don’t have to.”

You glance at him.

“We’ll find a way to see her again,” he says “Even if it’s just from a distance. I promise.”

Your eyes sting “She’s the best thing that ever happened to this ship.”

He nods “She’s one of the best things that ever happened to me.”

You look at him, surprised.

“I didn’t think I could… do this,” he says “Feel like this. But she made me believe in something again. She made me remember if Corazon and even understand him more now.”

You reach out and take his hand “She made us a family, didn’t she?”

Law squeezes your hand gently.

“And we’ll let her go,” he says “Because that’s what family does. We protect them. Even when it hurts.”

The crew stands in a quiet line on the deck.

Bepo is the first to kneel down, huge paws gentle as he hugs Mimi tightly.

“Don’t forget me” he says, voice shaking.

“I could never.” she whispers, burying her face in his fur.

Penguin gives her a pack of candy and awkwardly pats her head “Eat this when you miss us, okay?”

Shachi kneels next “We’ll miss you, shrimp. Stay awesome.”

Ikkaku lifts Mimi’s little hand and presses a friendship bracelet into her palm “For luck” she says, smiling even though her eyes are red.

Everyone says their goodbyes. Everyone hugs her.

You stand back, next to Law, holding your breath. Watching. Trying to stay calm. But your chest feels tight. Your hands shake and Law, quiet and steady beside you, notices. He doesn’t say anything. He just reaches out and takes your hand in his. Warm, grounding. Solid.

You glance down, surprised. He never does this in front of the crew. Your fingers curl around his slowly. It helps. You’re grateful.

Mimi turns at last and walks up to you both. Her steps are slower now. Her smile is gone. And when she reaches you, she breaks.

Her small arms wrap around your waist so hard it knocks the air out of you “I don’t wanna go.” she sobs.

You drop to your knees and hold her, tears falling fast “I know, baby. I know.”

“I wanna stay with you. And Law. And Bepo and everyone. I don’t want a new house.”

“I know. But this is the safest place. It’s what your mama wanted. And we’ll still love you. Always.”

She shakes her head, crying harder. You don’t want to let go. You really, really don’t. And Law… he just stands there, quiet, one hand resting gently on your back as you cry into Mimi’s hair.

He doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s there. Holding you up in the way he always does.

When you finally pull away, your eyes meet his and he gives you the smallest nod. You nod back.

It’s time. Mimi turns to him slowly.

She throws her arms around his legs without a word. Law stiffens.

Then, very awkwardly, he kneels and hugs her back. His movements are a little stiff, unsure, but he doesn’t let go too quickly.

���I’m gonna miss you, Captain Law” she mumbles.

“…I’ll miss you too.” he says, voice low.

You blink. You’ve never heard him say that out loud.

When she lets go, her eyes are red and puffy, but she wipes them on her sleeve like a little soldier. Then she walks with the woman who came to get her, toward the small transport boat.

But just before she steps down the ramp, she stops, turns around, wipes her face and yells, loud as ever “HEY!”

Everyone jumps.

“If you ever give me a little brother or sister,” she says proudly, “I better get to meet them! I’ll be the best big sister in the world!”

Dead silence. Your jaw drops. Law’s eyes widen just slightly.

The crew turns to look at you both and absolutely loses it.

Penguin snorts. Shachi wheezes. Ikkaku starts clapping. Even Bepo chuckles behind a paw.

You and Law look in opposite directions at the same time, completely red-faced, avoiding each other’s eyes like it’s life or death.

“I… what…” you stammer.

“I didn’t…” Law mutters.

Mimi waves from the ramp, beaming “BYEEEE!”

And with that… she’s gone. Leaving behind stunned silence, a warm sea breeze and a very awkward question neither of you has ever asked before.

The door to Law’s studio closes behind you with a soft click. The sound of laughter still echoes faintly down the hall as the crew keeps joking about Mimi’s parting gift.

You and Law don’t say a word.

You wave a hand dismissively toward the corridor like go away, and Law rubs his forehead in quiet frustration as you both walk deeper into the room.

You drop onto the old sofa with a dramatic sigh. Your legs flop over the side “That kid really knows how to drop a bomb” you mumble into a pillow.

Law says nothing. He just walks toward his desk and sits down heavily, glancing at a stack of papers that definitely aren’t important right now.

“…So…” he says.

You raise an eyebrow, still hiding in the couch.

He clears his throat “Have you ever… uh. Thought about… you know.”

You peek at him “About what.”

He doesn’t look at you “A kid. Of your own.”

You squint “Why are you talking like that? You sound like Bepo when he ate spoiled mochi.”

He shoots you a look and you laugh, then immediately groan and hide your face in your hands.

“Oh god, I can’t believe we’re actually talking about this.”

“You didn’t answer” he says.

You peek through your fingers at him “Did you think about it before?”

He shrugs one shoulder “No. Not seriously.”

He stands up and walks over. He kneels in front of you and gently pulls your hands away from your face, exposing your cheeks and all the heat blooming in them.

His voice is soft “But now… I don’t hate the idea.”

Your heart skips. Your mouth opens and for once, no teasing comes out. Just a quiet little truth.

“…Same,” you say “If it’s with you.”

His ears go red. He clears his throat again, standing up abruptly like you just slapped him with a compliment.

“Don’t say stuff like that so easily” he mutters.

You laugh, covering your own red cheeks again “You started it!”

He turns back to his desk, muttering something under his breath.

You’re not sure what he’s thinking. But his shoulders relax a little while his hand lingers on the edge of his chair, like maybe he’s imagining what another little voice in this room might sound like someday.

── .✦ Shanks:

The sun is warm on your shoulders. The smell of grilled fish, sea salt, and cheap beer fills the open-air restaurant. You’re sitting beside Shanks, your legs draped over his lap, one arm around his broad shoulders. He’s laughing loud, one hand resting on your thigh, a bottle in the other.

The Red-Haired Pirates are noisy,talking with full mouths, yelling jokes across the table, getting into friendly fights over who gets the last crab claw.

You’re smiling, head leaning against Shanks’ shoulder, completely relaxed. Then you notice a woman, maybe in her twenties, carrying a small kid, probably two or three years old, on her hip. She’s standing near the entrance, eyes scanning the place fast, like she’s searching for someone. Her brows are drawn tight, lips pressed together.

“Shanks…” you murmur, nudging him with your elbow.

He follows your gaze.

She spots you. Her eyes go wide with something like hope. She walks fast toward your table, clutching the child tighter, muttering “excuse me” as she passes the crew. The little one, a girl, blinks up at everyone with big sleepy eyes. She stops right in front of you.

“Hi,” she says, out of breath “I—Sorry to bother you. I know who you are. You’re Shanks’ crew, right?”

You blink “Uh, yeah. That’s us.”

The woman shifts her weight, bouncing the kid gently “I know this is weird. Really weird. But I—I need help.”

Shanks straightens a little beside you. His arm slides behind your back but he stays quiet, letting you speak first.

“What kind of help?” you ask slowly, looking from the kid to her.

“My babysitter canceled last minute. I’m already late for work—I’ll lose my job if I don’t show up. It’s only for a few hours. Please,” she pleads “I don’t know anyone on this island, and you… well, I’ve seen you in the papers. You’re not bad people.”

You open your mouth to answer, then close it.

The little girl is chewing on her own shirt, blinking at you with big brown eyes. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair’s tied up in a tiny puff.

You glance at Shanks. He’s watching you with that gentle smile of his. His eyes are soft. He doesn’t say anything, he just squeezes your hip lightly, like he’s telling you, Your choice.

“I don’t know anything about kids.” you say, voice low, nervous.

“You’ll be fine,” the woman says quickly “She’s easy. Doesn’t cry much. Her name’s Emi.”

The little girl makes a tiny sound, like she’s trying to say something but decides against it.

You look at Shanks again. He smiles wider.

“I’ll help you,” you say finally, sighing “Only for a few hours.”

“Thank you, thank you so much.” the woman breathes. She kisses the kid’s forehead and whispers something into her ear. Then she hands her over to you.

The moment Emi’s in your arms, she goes still. Warm and small. A little heavy. She smells like soap and bananas.

The woman gives you her name, a quick “I’ll be back before sunset.” and then she’s gone.

You sit there frozen. Shanks looks down at Emi in your lap. Then back up at you.

“You look terrified.” he says, chuckling.

“I am terrified.” you whisper.

“Want me to hold her?”

You shake your head slowly “No… I think I got this.”

Then Emi sneezes on your chest.

“Okay,” you groan “Maybe not.”

Shanks is already laughing.

At first, Emi just… sits there. On your lap. Quiet, blinking, nose still a little runny. She doesn’t cry. Doesn’t move much either. Just holds a tiny stuffed rabbit in one hand and sucks her thumb with the other.

You’re stiff as a mast. Shanks drapes his arm around your shoulders, whispering in your ear, “You’re holding her like she’s a bomb.”

“I’ve held swords with more confidence...” you mutter back.

He laughs, soft and deep, and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear “Try putting her on the bench next to you. Let her get used to everyone.”

You do. Emi shifts to sit beside you, rabbit clutched to her chest. She peeks around the table. The crew watches her like she’s a sea monster that just learned to smile.

“Hi, Emi!” Lucky Roux waves with a toothy grin “Wanna try some pineapple?”

She buries her face in your side.

Yasopp chuckles “You sure she’s not scared of you, Y/N?”

“She should be.” you say dryly.

But over time, it changes. Slowly. Emi starts pointing at things on the table. A shrimp. A spoon. A shiny gold coin someone dropped. You tell her the names. You offer her a piece of soft bread, and she takes it with two hands like it’s a treasure.

An hour later, you’re wiping jam off her chin with a napkin and helping her clap to Benn’s bad humming of a lullaby tune. She giggles when you make a fish face at her. You giggle back. And Shanks is quiet. He watches.

Not in a smug or teasing way. He’s not smirking. He’s not laughing with the others when Yasopp says, “Look at this! Y/N’s got the mom vibe going strong!”

He just… looks.

You glance at him and find his jaw a little tight. His drink untouched. His gaze heavy on you and the child. Like he’s thinking hard about something he doesn’t want to say out loud.

“Captain?” you ask softly.

He blinks, like he’s been pulled out of somewhere far away “Yeah?”

“You okay?”

He nods. Too fast.

Roux leans over with a grin “Hey, Shanks. You gonna put a ring on it if she starts popping out mini Shank’s?”

Everyone laughs.

You feel your face heat up, heart thudding a little “Oh my God—can you all shut up?”

“I want to marry her.” Shanks says suddenly.

Silence. Everyone stares.

You slowly turn to him “What?”

He meets your eyes. His voice is even, but his expression is… different. Calm on the surface, but his eyes are darker than usual “If she wanted that too. Yeah.”

You feel Emi rest her head on your arm, yawning, rabbit smushed between her face and your side.

You’re not sure what to say. The crew fumbles between teasing and trying not to look too shocked.

Shanks finally looks away, picking up his drink again.

Benn watches him for a long second. Then quietly says, “Alright, alright. Let’s not scare the kid, huh?”

And just like that, the noise starts up again. Jokes. Laughter. Loud plates. Big bites.

But Shanks doesn’t joke anymore, and you don’t miss the way he keeps looking at you like there’s something he’s not saying. Something that makes your heart beat a little faster.

Then everything fall falls apart when Emi gets bored.

One minute she’s snuggled against you, soft and sleepy, her rabbit tucked under her chin. The next she’s on her feet, running full speed down the middle of the open-air tavern, arms flapping like wings.

“EMI!” you shout, scrambling to follow her.

Your drink spills. A spoon clatters to the ground. Shanks laughs under his breath and gets up with you, already moving.

She darts under a table where two drunk fishermen are playing cards, crawls past their feet like some kind of tiny demon, and pops up between a tray of grilled squid and a candle.

“I got her!” Yasopp calls out, lunging, but Emi ducks and keeps running, laughing wildly now, barefoot and fast.

“She’s gone feral!” Lucky Roux howls.

“Shanks!” you bark, spinning around helplessly “Stop laughing and HELP!”

He grins, but there’s warmth in his eyes as he moves quickly, circling the tables “Aye aye, sweetheart.”

You try one side, he takes the other.

“Emi,” he says, crouching low, voice gentle, like he’s speaking to a scared animal “Hey, baby girl. Wanna play a game? It’s called Freeze. Can you freeze?”

She stops. Looks at him. Wobbles on her feet.

You sneak up behind.

“Gotcha!” you grab her mid-spin, lifting her up like a sack of potatoes.

She laughs and squeals, legs kicking.

“She’s a slippery one.” you mutter, holding her close, out of breath.

“I like her spirit,” Shanks says, grinning as he brushes a strand of hair from your face “She reminds me of you.”

You squint at him “You’re not funny.”

The crew starts clapping. Yasopp whistles. Roux raises his mug “Now that’s a team, huh? Look at them. Mom and Dad of the year.”

“Oh, please—” you start, but Shanks just reaches for Emi’s little hand and gives it a squeeze.

“Teamwork, right?” he says softly to her.

She nods. Then sneezes again. Right into his chest.

You burst out laughing this time and say “That’s karma.”

He wipes it off with a napkin like it’s nothing.

You sit back down together, Emi now curled in your lap again, finally tired. Shanks stays close. Not just beside you but with you. Helping. Watching. Smiling softly when Emi dozes off. But he’s still quiet. More quiet than usual.

Your eyes keep drifting to him. The way he’s looking at the girl. The little frown he doesn’t even know he has. The way his hand rests on her back like he’s done it a hundred times before.

He used to be like this with Uta. And Luffy, too. Soft. Present. Gentle.

You haven’t seen that part of him in a long time. You missed it.

“You okay?” you ask under your breath, while the crew starts arguing over dessert.

He doesn’t answer right away.

Then finally, “Yeah.”

You stare at him a little longer “Are you lying to me?”

He smiles, but it’s not the usual cocky grin. It’s smaller. Tired.

“I’m not sure what I’m feeling,” he admits “Just… thinking, I guess.”

You squeeze his hand “About what?”

He shrugs, looking down at Emi “About a lot of things.”

And now you are quiet, because something in your chest shifts. Soft. Strange. Familiar.

Maybe it’s the way he looks at you, like you’ve already given him something he thought he’d never have again. Or maybe it’s the way it suddenly feels… real.

You. Him. And this small, chaotic moment that makes everything else disappear.

The sun starts to dip, painting the sky in gold and peach.

You’re still at the tavern, Emi snoring softly on your shoulder, her little fingers tangled in your hair. Shanks sits beside you, quiet. His arm rests behind you, not touching, just there.

And then she returns. The woman bursts through the crowd, her apron flying, face flushed with panic. The moment she sees you, she stops, hands over her heart like she might collapse.

“Oh my god—thank you. Thank you so much,” she breathes, almost crying as she rushes to you “I’m so sorry I took so long. I owe you my life.”

You wave a hand gently “It’s okay. Really. She was good. A little fast—like, sprint-across-the-rooftops fast—but… I had fun.”

Emi stirs and opens her eyes.

“Hi, baby.” the mother coos, arms outstretched. The little girl shifts toward her sleepily, and you pass her over with care. For a second, Emi resists, her hand still reaching for your shirt.

Your heart squeezes a little.

“Thank you again,” the woman says, eyes filled with real gratitude “If you’re ever on this island again, please come find us. I mean it.”

You smile, brushing some crumbs off your lap “Of course. Be safe.”

You watch them go, mother holding daughter close, disappearing into the market crowd. And then it’s just… quiet. Too quiet.

The crew starts packing up, joking softly, but there’s a change in the air. A stillness you don’t like. You look at Shanks.

He’s already looking at you.

Not grinning. Not teasing.

Just watching you with that faraway softness in his eyes, like you’re a slow dream he doesn’t want to wake up from. Like maybe, for a second, he saw something more than just this moment.

You reach for his hand and lace your fingers through his.

He squeezes back but doesn’t say anything.

The walk to the ship is slow. The crew’s laughing again, arguing about who drank the most, but it’s like the volume’s been turned down. You and Shanks trail behind.

Still no words. Not one.

That night, the sea’s calm. The stars are out. You’re both in your cabin, door closed, boots off.

You lie on your shared bed, watching him stand at the window, shirt half unbuttoned, red hair catching the moonlight, and you’ve had enough. You sit up.

“Alright, Red,” you say, crossing your arms “What’s going on in that dumb, beautiful head of yours?”

He looks over his shoulder, startled “What?”

“You’ve been quiet ever since Emi left. You’ve said maybe ten words total. And I know you. That means you’re thinking. Hard.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck “Maybe I’m just tired.”

“Nope.” You crawl across the bed toward him, poke his side “Try again.”

He sighs “It’s… complicated.”

“So is your face, and I still look at it every day. Try me.”

That gets a small laugh out of him.

You press your forehead to his back “You don’t have to hold things in with me, Shanks. Not the serious stuff. Not the scary stuff. Especially not the stuff that makes your eyes look like that.”

He turns slowly, leaning against the window. You slide your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you too, finally. Breathing in.

“Seeing you with her,” he says softly “With Emi.”

You wait.

“I kept thinking about Uta. About Luffy. About how fast it all went. How I blinked and they weren’t mine to hold anymore.”

You don’t speak. Just hold him tighter.

“And then… I saw you. Just being there. Caring for this tiny stranger like it was nothing. Laughing with her. Holding her. And something in me just… ached.”

You tilt your head up “Ached how?”

He looks down at you, eyes serious now “Like I wanted that with you. And I didn’t even know how much until I saw it.”

The words settle deep inside you.

“You’d be a good father.” you whisper.

“You’d be the best mother.” he says back instantly.

Silence again, but this time it’s full. Of possibilities. Of truths unsaid until now.

“I didn’t say anything,” Shanks adds, brushing a hand through your hair, “because I don’t want you to think I expect that from you. Or that I’m pushing it. I just… couldn’t stop seeing it.”

You lean in and kiss him slow. No rush. No pressure. Just soft and sure.

When you pull away, your voice is warm and quiet “Then keep seeing it. I don’t mind.”

You kiss him. Long, soft, deep.

The kind of kiss that says more than either of you can find the words for. His hands settle on your waist, grounding you, holding you like you might drift away if he lets go. And when you finally break apart, you stay close. Forehead to forehead. Breathing the same air.

Now it’s your turn. You exhale shakily “I always saw you with Uta. And Luffy. The way you held them, talked to them, made them laugh… the way they looked at you.”

Shanks closes his eyes, lips pressed together.

“I used to watch from the deck,” you continue softly, “and I’d think… that. I want that with him. Our own little chaos. Our own quiet moments. Our own family.”

His grip on you tightens just a little. His thumb strokes your hip, slowly.

“I never said anything,” you admit, voice quieter now “Because I thought… maybe you already had your turn. Maybe being a dad again wasn’t something you wanted. Like, maybe Uta and even Luffy were your ‘once in a lifetime’. And I didn’t want to be selfish.”

Shanks pulls back just enough to look at you fully, eyes wide, voice rough “Selfish? Y/N… You have no idea how wrong you are.”

You blink.

He cups your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek “If anything, I was scared you didn’t want that. I never wanted to put that weight on you. My name. My crew. My life.”

You both laugh a little, soft and breathless. And then he says it “I’d love to see a little you run around the ship.”

Your heart does a full spin in your chest. You both collapse back onto the bed, side by side, hands tangled together, staring at the ceiling like it holds the future in its stars.

“I think she’d be loud.” you say, smiling to yourself.

“She?” Shanks grins “You’re already picking sides?”

“I just know. She’d talk back to Benn by the time she could crawl.”

“She’d steal Yasopp’s sake and blame it on Lucky Roux.”

“She’d steal your cape and wear it like a dress.”

“She’d make the whole crew bow to her by age four.”

You laugh. He laughs too. Your fingers tighten around his.

“She’d be soft like you,” he adds suddenly, voice lower now “Kind. But dangerous.”

You glance over at him “She’d be brave like you. Wild, loyal, always smiling.”

He sighs, almost dreamily “I can already hear her little feet running on the deck.”

“And your big voice yelling ‘don’t climb the cannon!’”

You both break into giggles and then silence again, but this time, it’s wrapped in warmth, in hope.

Shanks turns his head to look at you. You’re already looking at him.

“I mean…” he says slowly, raising one eyebrow, “we could start working on that little Y/N… like… right now.”

You gasp “Shanks!”

He smirks wickedly “What? I’m just saying. We’re both here. The ship’s quiet. The moon looks nice. You’re cute. I’m cute. It’s called destiny.”

You snort “You’re impossible—ah!”

He attacks, fingers darting to your sides, tickling, making you laugh and squirm under him.

“Shanks! Stop!”

“Never!” he grins, pinning you lightly with his weight “You’re stuck now. You told me your secrets. I told you mine. That makes us legally married in pirate law.”

You laugh until your cheeks hurt. You wiggle, but he’s strong, gentle, always careful. And then you stop moving. So does he.

Your eyes meet again. Closer now. Breath mingling.

That softness returns. Like a wave pulling you under, not scary. Just deep. Full of something quiet and forever.

You reach up and brush his hair behind his ear.

He leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you whisper “I love you.”

“I know,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of your palm “And I love you more than I thought I even could.”

His mouth finds yours again, slower this time. No rush.

The kind of kiss that makes the world outside the cabin disappear and maybe, tonight is the beginning of something new.

── .✦ Ace:

The sun is warm, the breeze is salty, and Ace is doing what he always does when he’s not fighting or eating: walking too close to you with that lazy grin on his face.

“You sure you don’t wanna race?” he asks “You lose, you buy lunch.”

You raise an eyebrow “You’ll cheat with your fire.”

“Not true.” He places a hand on his chest, all dramatic “I only cheat if I’m losing.”

You snort “So always.”

He gasps “Betrayal.”

The two of you walk down the main road of a small island town. It’s quiet, peaceful, one of those places that doesn’t care much for bounties or pirate crews. People nod, wave, smile. Ace stretches, yawns, and puts his arm lazily around your shoulder.

“Maybe we should stay here a few days,” he says “Nice change from all the running.”

Before you can answer, a small voice says “Is that Fire Fist Ace?!”

You both turn. Two kids stand by a fruit stall, one boy, maybe six, and an older girl, probably nine. The boy’s eyes are wide. The girl looks like she’s not impressed yet.

Ace grins “Yeah, that’s me.”

The boy lights up “No way! My dad told me you can burn down a whole ship in one punch!”

Ace shrugs, clearly proud “Depends on the ship.”

The girl, however, is staring at you.

Her eyes narrow “You’re her, aren’t you?”

You blink “…Her?”

She steps closer, pointing at your waist “You’re the swordwoman who beat that Navy officer in Loguetown. The one who fights with two blades and never loses.”

You look down at her, surprised. She’s serious. Ace whistles.

“Wow,” he says “I didn’t know I was walking around with a legend.”

You nudge him “Shut up.”

The girl keeps going “They say you cut a cannonball in half.”

You sigh “It was already cracked.”

Still, her eyes sparkle. The boy joins in, bouncing excitedly.

“She’s so cool! Are you really pirates?!”

“Guilty,” Ace says, holding up his hands “But friendly pirates.”

“You don’t look friendly...” the girl says.

Ace grins “Good. That’s the point.”

Then the boy tugs at your sleeve “Can I see your sword?”

You crouch to his level “They’re sharp. Not safe for kids.”

He frowns “I won’t touch it. Promise!”

You glance at Ace, who’s watching you closely, smiling like he’s waiting for something. You sigh and slowly pull one of your swords just a little from the sheath, just enough to show the edge. Both kids gasp like it’s treasure.

“Can you teach us how to fight?” the girl asks suddenly.

You blink “You’re nine.”

“So? You were probably younger when you started.”

Ace chuckles “She was.”

You give him a side-eye “Stop helping.”

The little girl folds her arms “You could just show us something. Like a move. Just one.”

You sigh again but you’re smiling now “You’re very stubborn.”

She shrugs “You have to be, if you wanna be strong.”

Ace leans against a wooden post, arms crossed, amused “Sounds familiar.”

You glance at him “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I mean… yeah.” He grins “It’s the first time someone’s asking you for autographs instead of me. I’m letting it sink in.”

The boy tugs your coat again “Please? One move?”

You finally stand, looking at the open space near the dock “Fine. But just one. Then you leave us alone and go home, got it?”

The kids cheer and run to the clearing.

Ace follows, whistling “You’re gonna start a sword school at this rate.”

You roll your shoulders, then pull your blade halfway out, just enough to flash the steel. You drop into a stance, slow and firm. The kids go quiet. Then, with a sharp breath, you move. One swift, elegant slash through the air, so fast the wind shifts. The tip of your sword stops just above the ground, and your coat flutters around you.

The boy’s mouth hangs open. The girl’s eyes are huge.

Ace whistles “Show-off.”

You sheathe the sword in one clean motion.

The girl points “That was awesome! Can you do it again?”

“No,” you say, but you’re laughing now.

The boy runs over and hugs your leg suddenly “You’re my favorite pirate now!”

You blink, surprised. You pat his head awkwardly “Uh. Thanks?”

Ace watches you, your hand gently resting on the boy’s head, your stance still grounded, strong but soft. You’re not trying to impress anyone. You just exist like this. Capable. Calm. Kind. Something shifts in his chest.

You look up at him “What?”

He shrugs “Nothing. Just… didn’t know you were this good with kids.”

“I’m not,” you say “They’re just clingy.”

The girl now grabs your wrist “Can I hold your sword?”

“No.”

“Can I touch it?”

“No.”

“Can you teach me how to fight like that?”

“No—”

Ace walks over, laughing “C’mon, sweetheart. Be nice.”

You glare at him “You help, then.”

He lifts his hands “Nope. I’m just the fire guy. You’re the star today.”

The boy turns to Ace “Do you two live together?”

You and Ace exchange a look.

He grins “Something like that.”

The girl squints “Are you married?”

You cough “No.”

“Are you gonna be?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Ace just laughs and says, “Wanna help me convince her?”

“YES!” the kids shout in unison.

You groan and walk away “I regret everything.”

Ace follows, hands in his pockets, that lazy smile still on his face, but his eyes stay soft. He watches you gently shoo the kids away, then thank the fruit vendor with a quiet bow. And in that moment, he knows. Clear as day.

“She’s not just strong. She’s not just mine. She’d be the best damn mom the world’s ever seen.”

He doesn’t say it out loud. Not yet. But he’s thinking it. Hard.

You and Ace are sitting under a tree near the edge of the village, sharing a bag of sliced fruit.

“You think they’re gone?” you ask, biting into a juicy piece.

Ace shrugs “Maybe. Or maybe they’re forming a fan club.”

You nudge his leg with your boot “I don’t need a fan club.”

He gives you a lazy grin “No, but you deserve one.”

You roll your eyes, but your ears go a little pink.

Then, a small voice calls from down the road “WE’RE BACK!!”

You groan “No.”

Ace grins “Yes.”

The two kids come running, the boy nearly trips over his own feet and stop in front of you, proudly holding up folded paper sheets.

“Look!!” the girl says, unfolding one “We drew you!”

You blink “…You what?”

They hand you the papers. The drawings are messy, full of wild colors, but so full of heart. One is of you holding two swords, a big smile on your face. Another shows you and Ace together, tiny figures with stars around you. A third shows you with a little kid, sword in hand, standing tall.

You pause at that one. Ace leans over your shoulder to peek. His voice is softer now “Is that supposed to be your kid?”

The girl nods proudly “Yup! We made a story about you! You’re a pirate mom who protects her ship and teaches her kid how to be strong.”

You stare at the page, silent. The boy holds out a few crayons “You can draw too, if you want!”

Before you can say no, he’s already sitting down, opening another paper. The girl joins him. They look up at you, smiling.

“C’mon,” she says “We wanna make a whole crew!”

You glance at Ace. He shrugs, trying to act casual “Up to you.”

You sigh and sit down cross-legged in the grass “Alright. But I’m drawing the captain.”

“That’s YOU!” the boy says.

You raise an eyebrow “I meant me.”

They laugh.

You start sketching. Nothing fancy just simple shapes. You draw yourself with a pirate hat, a tiny sword tucked in your belt. The kids start adding characters around you: themselves, animals, someone with a frying pan who’s probably Ace.

You’re focused, smiling to yourself as you add waves and stars and a sun.

Ace just watches you from where he stands, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. There’s a heat in his chest now that has nothing to do with his powers. It burns deeper. It’s watching your hand gently guide the boy’s when he can’t get the lines straight. It’s hearing you ask, “Want me to draw your pirate flag too?” in that soft, patient voice.

It’s the way you look down at the page like you’re already imagining a future.

“This shouldn’t make me want her more,” he thinks, frustrated “But it does. She’s drawing little pirate stories with them on the grass. She’d be the kind of mom who makes the world feel safe.”

He swallows hard and looks away for a second, like it’ll calm him down... It doesn’t.

You finish your little drawing with a final scribble of wind in the sails.

“There,” you say, holding it up “Captain, crew, and treasure.”

The boy claps “It’s perfect!”

The girl leans over to look “Yours is way cooler than mine.”

“Nah,” you say, nudging her arm “You’ve got better colors.”

They beam like you just handed them gold.

Ace is still standing nearby, arms crossed, pretending to be relaxed, but his jaw is tight.

You glance up at him “You okay?”

“Me? Yeah.” His voice comes out rougher than he means it to. He clears his throat “Just… warm.”

The boy tugs at your sleeve again.

“Hey,” he says, eyes wide with curiosity “Do you have kids?”

You blink. Ace freezes.

The girl adds quickly, “You’d be a really cool mom.”

There’s a beat of silence. Just the wind and the scratching of a crayon. You sit back slowly and shake your head “No. I don’t.”

The boy frowns “Why not?”

You laugh softly “Because I’m still busy being a pirate.”

“But you could be both,” the girl says, very seriously “Like in the drawing.”

You smile at that “Maybe someday.”

Your voice is calm. Light. Like you’re just answering any question. But Ace… Ace is not calm. He watches your face as you say those words “Maybe someday” and his heart lurches. Because now it’s real. Not just a fantasy in his head. Not just a warm thought. You’ve imagined it too now.

He doesn’t say anything. He just walks over slowly and sits down behind you, arms resting over your shoulders as you lean back against his chest.

“You’d be amazing at it.” he murmurs, low so the kids can’t hear.

You glance up “At what?”

He looks down at you, eyes soft and a little wild at the edges, like something’s breaking open inside him “At being a mom. I mean it.”

You pause. Then, quietly, you ask, “You think about that?”

He nods “More than I expected to. More than I ever thought I would.”

The kids are still doodling, totally unaware. You say nothing, but your hand reaches up and rests gently over his. That’s all he needs.

The kids eventually stand up, arms full of drawings and unfinished paper pirate maps.

“We’re gonna go show these to our grandpa!” the girl says.

The boy nods “Thanks for drawing with us!”

You wave, still sitting in the grass “Stay out of trouble.”

The boy grins “Bye, pirate mom!”

You blink “I’m not—”

But they’re already gone.

Ace snorts behind you “Pirate mom, huh?”

You roll your eyes and lean back into him again “Don’t start.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder “Too late. You’ve got the role down already. You give good advice, threaten people just enough, and draw cool flags. What more could a kid want?”

You hum “A dad who doesn’t set the house on fire?”

He grins “I’d try to keep it contained.”

You laugh, light and warm “You’d accidentally roast our laundry.”

“Okay, yeah, but I’d teach them how to blow stuff up responsibly.”

You fake-think “Hmm. Dangerous. But useful.”

He smiles, but then falls quiet. You feel the shift instantly. His arms wrap tighter around your middle.

“You were really sweet with them.” he says softly.

You shrug “They were cute.”

“You were cuter.”

You snort “Gross.”

“No, seriously,” he murmurs “I was watching you and thinking… like, really thinking—”

He breaks off, then tries again “That I wanna see you like that again. With… our own.”

You smirk “You mean with a mini version of me bossing you around?”

He groans “Oh god. A tiny you would be terrifying.”

“Admit it. You’d love it.”

He doesn’t hesitate.

“I would,” he says, suddenly serious “I really would.”

You look up at him. He’s already looking down at you, eyes soft, mouth slightly parted, like he’s realizing it all over again.

You tilt your head, grinning “You’re so obvious, Ace.”

“Am not.”

“You were practically glowing while I helped that kid draw a sword.”

“I was not glowing!”

“You sighed like five times.”

“I didn’t—”

“You had your sappy ‘I’m in love’ face on.”

“I always have my sappy in love face on.”

You laugh, twisting in his arms to face him fully “True.”

He leans in, forehead pressed to yours.

“I’m serious though,” he murmurs “Someday. I’d want that. With you.”

Your voice softens “Yeah. Me too.”

You kiss him slow, sure, and just a little teasing, then pull back with a grin “But if the kid turns out chaotic like you, I’m blaming your genes.”

He laughs against your mouth “Deal. But if they’re scary with a sword by age seven, that’s all you.”

You smirk “We’ll make a terrifying little pirate together.”

“Perfect.” he says, smiling like he already sees it.

[mona-risms]

hear me out.. polytrix x reader where fem!reader doesn't know about the whole demon hunter thing and is still under the hypnosis from the saja boys and the girls try their hardest to snap her out of it. 🫦

◆ MAIN COURSE: poly!HUNTR/X x fem!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None

◆ NOTES: This might've SLIGHTLY teeny tinily missed the point but I hope you still like it!! I can't make a full-blown fic without getting paid bc I'm broke as hell and I'm lazy so the most you're getting is the usual hcs and snippets I fear 💔. But anyway I LOVELOVELOVE POLYTRIX 😩😩😩😩😩 I think they should all kiss together and kiss me too

This is the funniest shit ever and no one can tell me otherwise bc you've got three ninja popstars and one perfectly normal human being who just really really loves K-Pop. And you all LOVE each other????? #holyfcknairball no one would believe you until you show full proof that yes you do in fact kiss those celebrities on the mouth! Every day actually! Unless they're on tour but still! Yes you are a girls only poly couple! You couldn't be happier!

Unfortunately bc of the fact that you're normal, you won't even know that the hot new boy band, Saja Boys, are all drawing people in via brainwashing to sacrifice your souls to a Demon King named Gwi-Ma that looks like an oversized wildfire. Said people includes you I fear 💔💔. Imagine you were out coincidentally and you got to witness their debut performance and you were so drawn to them!! Why wouldn't you be??

They hear your voice before they see you—right there, right near the front row, right in front of them.

"What's she doing here?" Mira hissed, though despite her tone, the concern was glaringly obvious.

"I think she wanted to buy something? She said about baking," Zoey answered, her own concern matching up with Mira as she bounced on the balls of her feet in an attempt to both alleviate her sudden restlessness and to see you from the crowd. "But-- But what if they try to grab her? [Y/N]'s at a very grabbable distance! And the worst thing is I won't even blame them—she's really grabbable in general!"

Zoey doesn't even finish before Rumi's weaving through the crowd in an attempt to reach you, "Either way, no one is getting grabbed, least of all our girlfriend."

When Rumi does reach you, she taps your shoulder to gain your attention. Without fail, you turn around and smile widely in recognition, "Ru-- Ahem, babe! Did you see how good this new band was? They're called the Saja Boys!"

"Yeah. I heard."

Usually, you would've noticed her sudden deadpan, but you were buzzing too much under your skin from the sudden excitement of this new debut so you barrelled on, "Maybe you and them'll even collab one day! Wouldn't that be awesome?!"

"Yeah, awesome, now c'mon, we need to get out of the crowd," she effortlessly twines her fingers in yours, which you reciprocate happily as you follow her while still going on about the Saja Boys. But when she dares to look back at the boy band, she noticed the black-haired demon in disguise's eyes on you.. and then on her, as if he knew very well what was going on.

When you finally get out of the crowd, you rejoin your other two loves of your life with a cheek kiss for Mira and then a squealing hug with Zoey.

Mira doesn't hesitate to ask as you and the shortest HUNTR/X member basically wrapped yourselves on each other, "Are you okay? They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"Yeah, like, did they ever, I dunno.. suck your soul out or something?" Zoey asked, and then quietly winced as Mira and Rumi both signalled not to say anything with exaggerated expressions and hand gestures behind you.

You giggled at the line of questioning, "What? No? My soul definitely felt like it ascended while watching them, though! You guys are funny."

While you and Zoey were busy clinging onto each other, Rumi pulled Mira in to whisper to her, "They know."

"Know what?"

"That we're linked together in some way? That she's a normal human? I don't know, but they know and I don't want to risk her to find out. Do you?"

And their gazes drift to you as you spoke animatedly with Zoey, equally rambling to you and matching your energy in turn—probably both invested in the situation and also well-aware of the much-needed secret debriefing.

And Mira shook her head with furrowed brows, "Absolutely not."

"Good."

Whenever the girls are all "DON'T FALL FOR THEM" you're so confused bc like. Why?? What's up with them recently???? Ever since the Saja Boys popped up, they've been so weirdly pressed about them every time you brought them up. Like, sure, rivalry's one thing, but you've seen them with rivalries before!!!!! It's not like the Saja Boys have like killed people or smth lmfao it's okay the world's not gonna end if you stan them too (cue the scene with them and Bobby looking at the same city and seeing Two Completely Different Views)

Every time you're ever with them one way or another and the Saja Boys are around/involved they are LOCKING THE FUCK IN. Constantly trying to redirect your attention and theirs like "Do Not Look At Her" and if you ever get too close they'll be all "back the FUCK up actually". And whenever thry try to pull all that hypnotising shit on you they are DRAGGING YOU AWAY and kissing you until you run out of air and forget what you were even thinking about like a min ago 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

They're so much more attentive towards you, and during the two weeks of the Saja Boys being there, you are NOT allowed to be without at LEAST one of them. Why?? Ohhhh yk cuz they just really really miss you, that's all!!!!! They did just come out of a world tour so like they wanna be with you for as much as possible ahahahaha definitely bc the boy band you're fawning over rn are actually demons that want to consume your soul!!! Especially yours!!!!!! Bc they know you're special to them all ahahahahaahahahahahahaahahhaa

Oh but it'd be devastating if Mira and Zoey saw you with the crowd after Rumi's breakdown. Not only Bobby was brainwashed, but so are you, mindlessly following the masses. And as much as they want you to fight it, to remember, they can't even blame you or find the strength; they failed, Rumi hid she was part-demon the entire time, it's over

You'd be one of the people closest to Gwi-Ma's flames on purpose I think—a twisted way for Jinu to make your sacrifice quick and painless. But when Rumi and then Zoey and Mira both clock it? Absolutely the fuck not dude Gwi-Ma just made them even fucking MADDER

At the end of it they know they'll definitely have to explain everything to you, considering. From the Saja boys to Rumi explaining herself properly ALLLLL the way to how they're Hunters and what they do. But at the very least you're not dead thank GOD

"You guys know I don't actually know how to feel right now, right? Finding out that my girlfriends have been constantly getting into near-death experiences as, like, idol ninjas with magic weapons isn't really for the faint of heart—let alone finding out demons and supernatural whatevers are real."

The four of you migrated to Rumi's bed after that whole ordeal at the Tower, tired and exhausted and in need of a good cuddle pile. Right now, you and Rumi were cuddled up against each other, her patterns casting a soft glow on your skin, while Mira was spooning you with her tall frame and Zoey clung onto Rumi like a koala.

The trio had the decency to wince a little, and Mira spoke first in defence, "To be fair, we did get trained for, like, years not to give anything away, including our Hunter profession."

"And I'm your girlfriend," you sighed as your hand traced the jagged glowing lines across Rumi's skin, "I thought we weren't going to hide anything. No wonder sometimes you lot disappear without any explanation—this whole time, you've been.. slaying demons?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

You hummed.. before putting your attention on Rumi, "And you. You really think we were going to love you any less because of what you're mixed with?"

"Um. Kinda?" Rumi looked to the side, averting your gazes, "It's-- I was raised to think that I should be ashamed of it, that I need to hide. It's--"

"Why you always have a separate green room?"

"Why you don't go into the batthouse with us?"

Rumi nodded, though not without a flush on her cheeks, "..yeah."

Your gaze softened as you lightly bit your lip before cupping her face for a short but tender kiss, "You think that's gonna really scare me—us—away? Mira and Zoey came back to you after the shock, and I sure as hell don't care if you were part-turtle or whatever--"

"Being part-turtle would be cool! ..Or super slow, depends--"

"My point being," you interrupted Zoey with an affectionate chuckle, "we love you because you're our Rumi. Not an idol, not a demon, just our Rumi—the one that overthinks, overworks and gets so into her head that we'd have to shut it for her. ..No more hiding, yeah?"

Rumi doesn't respond, not for a long while, and thre three of you are content in just laying there in silence, with her patterns casting a brighter yet softer glow on all of you. But eventually she buries her head in your chest, muffling her eventual answer, "..Mhm. Thank you."

Zoey's hold on Rumi tightened as she practically nuzzled into the latter's back, all while Mira reached over to hold Rumi's hand, now back to its human shape compared to the claws she had briefly before. No one else says anything, and that's perfectly fine for the four of you.

"..So I guess I'm retiring from stanning anyone but you guys."

"Obviously!" "Duh." "You are."

[myfictionaldreams]

I have such a specific idea for poly marauders so please bare with me .

James and Sirius were out to a fancy party and they come home early to see reader and remus having sex in the kitchen , remus has her spread on the table while he fucks her and she arches her back and sees sirius through blurry vision and calls his name, remus doesn’t notice them so he thinks shes calling her other boyfriends name “ wrong boyfriend sweetheart “ so he fucks her harder until she calls his name “ there you go love”.

You could continue this however you would like Maybe james and Sirius join them. I also love the idea that after everything when they’re showering she reassure remus and says something like “ it’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you , you’re all consuming “ and the boys agree THATS SO CUTE.

I’m so sorry that this is long and graphic.

Say My Name // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: Whoever you are, anon, I thank you for giving me this request because, holy shit, it has turned me (and Remus) absolutely feral, and I have no regrets.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, werewolf troupes, feral remus lupin, dom/sub undertones, possessive sex, size difference/kink (!), praise kink, dirty talk, self-confidence issues, gentle touching/kissing, rough oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, overstimulation, table sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, crying, body worship, anxiety attack (nearly), restraints, blindfold, begging, aftercare :)))

Words: 5.7k

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“You both look so damn handsome!” you admire dreamily with a thick lace of sarcasm as you tighten the burgundy scarf around Sirius’ neck. The mischievous glint in those twinkling grey eyes brightened as he rolled them in jest, matching the doting smirk on his full lips. “Maybe you should forgo the leather jackets more often for the waistcoats”, you say with a lustful undertone to your words as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Hmm, you think so?” he asks, dipping his height ever so slightly so that he could press his lips to yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss that still managed to pull desire in your abdomen as you leaned in for more but whined as he stood back to full height and straightened the waistcoat you loved so very much.

From behind you at the entrance to the bathroom, James was attempting to knot his bowtie when he wondered, “Are you sure you both don’t want to come with us? We each can have a plus one, which means there’s room for two. We don’t mind being fashionably late”. Glancing over your shoulder, you took in his slick attire that also caused warmth to bloom beneath your cheeks. A simple black jacket shaped perfectly for his slim waist, a crisp white shirt beneath and a matching shade of burgundy to Sirus was the colour for his tie.

The matching colours were an idea of Remus’, who was lounging across the mammoth bed, his long legs stretched out beneath him with one ankle crossed over the other. He watched James intently, the corner of his eye twitching at the messy-haired Marauder's attempts to tie his bowtie.

Remus stood and approached him, batting away James’ fingers as he began to do the job for him. You watched them fondly before answering the unanswered question. “No, it’s ok, James. Remus and I have a lovely night filled with a romantic home-cooked meal and a fancy bottle of wine. Who knows where the night may take us? Might end in some lovely… hand holding”, you say with a simple shrug to your shoulders, returning to straightening the already pristine waistcoat of Sirius.

“Oh yeah? Some strong hand-holding, Moony, is that what you’ve got planned? You might need to up your game”, Sirius jokes under his breath as he watches your fingers closely with a dipped head.

Remus snorted, smiling to himself, knowing that your night would be filled with anything but hand-holding, especially as the hours ticked closer to the following day. It was approaching the full moon, not tomorrow but the next day, but that didn’t matter as the changes were already beginning to affect Remus, and it all started with his desire for possession.

The wolf in Remus took a keen liking to you, even from all those years ago when you met the Marauders on the train to Hogwarts. It was an obsession, a need that devoured him completely to be with you. It had been described to you like a mating. Remus’ wolf thought you were his mate; therefore, as the gap between Remus’ and the wolf’s mind thinned with the full moon, the desire would take hold of Remus. There was still the deep, adoring love that he held for James and Sirius, and thankfully, this stopped him from ever deeming them a threat against your love, but others? Well, that’s where the danger lay, and therefore, it was easier for everyone if you and Remus stayed in for the night rather than have a territorial wizard with werewolf anger in a room full of people.

“Remember to please be safe out there tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and for the love of Merlin, James, please don’t drink and fly again. I’m not having another incident like last time”.

“Yes, Mum”, James grumbles sarcastically as Sirius chuckles under his breath.

“I’ll make sure that Prongs is on his best behaviour”, Sirius reasons with you as his hands come to rest around your waist, pulling you ever so gently closer.

“Good”, you say promptly, whilst curling a piece of his long hair around your fingers before reaching up to kiss his lips with a fierce press. “You look so handsome tonight,” you try to praise him as your mouths are still kissing together.

“Don’t I always?” he responds cheekily, earning a half-hearted eye-roll as he eases away, swapping places with James so that he can say goodbye to Remus and James with you.

Your fingers automatically try to tangle through James’ hair, attempting to flatten out the messy strands, but after a couple of minutes of attempts, James tugs you by your wrists. “I don’t know why you even bother; you know my hair will just stay messy. Anyway, doesn’t it add to my roguish good looks?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he gives you a broad grin whilst kissing each of your palms.

Your fingers cup his freshly shaved cheeks, caressing the smooth skin as you say, “I hope you have fun tonight”, whilst leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much vigour as you could hear from the groans across the room with Sirius and Remus.

James sighed into the kiss, one hand matching yours by resting along your cheek and the other on your lower back as his lips pecked across your face until hovering next to your ear. “If you need us to come back, just send a note as we taught you; two flicks of your fingers and it should disappear, and we’ll come back straight away”.

Nodding your head in understanding, James kissed your cheek quickly before standing up to his full height and looking over at the other two men. “Sirius, take your tongue from Moony’s mouth; we must go!”

You tried to stifle your laughter as the two men pulled away from each other with rosy cheeks and wet lips.

Sirius and James disappeared with a flurry of green fire through the flu network installed in your shared home's kitchen. Remus turned to you with a heartwarming smile as he asked, “Shall we put some music on and start with dinner, love?”

You left it in Remus’ capable hands to find suitable music on his record player, and it ended up being a medley of David Bowie, which you were always happy to listen to. The two of you worked in unison to cook a beautiful roast dinner, moving around one another without getting in the way but making sure to remain at arm's length. Lingering touches to arms or backs, sipping slowly on the bottle of wine as Remus sang along to Bowie under his breath. You’d told him he could sing louder as you wanted to hear him, but he simply smiled and kissed your cheek, like he was embarrassed at being caught, but it was a rare day where Remus Lupin was embarrassed about anything.

The dinner was beautifully cooked, and there was enough for many more people than just you and Remus. Soon enough, you were stuffed full, thankful for deciding to wear a loose dress today with your expanded stomach. Remus was still eating as you sat and slowly digested your food, talking idly about fond memories from Hogwarts and how your work had been this week. Just anything domestically happy that the two of you could as you shifted closer in your seat so that his large scarred palm could rest on your thigh and your fingers interlock over the back of his hands.

“It’s a rare time when it gets to be just the two of us”, Remus muses, his hand squeezing your fingers and thighs as he pushes away his empty plate, his eyes solely focused on you.

“It’s been nice. As much as I love having all four of us together, sometimes it’s hard to keep up and give each of you all my attention, so when it's just one-on-one, it feels so intimate, wouldn’t you agree?”

His eyes softened as he nodded, “I definitely agree. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way. Have I told you that?”

Warmth filled your cheeks as you looked away to the glass of wine in your other hand. Even after all these years, one small compliment from Remus felt like the world, and it wasn’t the first time he had said that tonight; he’d said it every other sentence, but that didn’t hinder the giddy feeling from spreading in your chest.

“You, Mr Lupin, are a smooth talker”, you say, drinking a sip of your wine, ignoring his growing smile. Placing the glass onto the table, you shifted closer to Remus, resting a hand on his chest as you realised how much time had passed over the night. “So pudding, what would you like? I think we have some ice cream in the freezer, or if you’re lucky, James would have left us a couple of slices of his mum’s cake from yesterday”.

Remus didn’t answer immediately as you realised he was just silently watching you with the beautiful twinkle back in his eye, a curve to his lips that you itched to caress with your thumb. But then, he shifted forward in his seat so you were only mere inches from your faces touching, and the soft flop of his mousey brown hair fell into his eyes. “You’re so pretty, Remus”, you admire and then hold back a giggle as his cheeks flare with colour at your compliment.

“Pretty and scarred”, he muttered in response, cupping your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them carefully.

Your automatic response was to shout at him. It wasn’t that he had said anything remotely negative, but you knew the self-conscious thoughts that laced his words that he rarely spoke but still thought. You wanted to remind him of the hundreds of times he had ever scolded you for making negative comments about yourself or any self-doubt. Still, if you did, you knew it would ruin the positive mood for the night, so you wanted to continue with words of affirmation.

Closing the gap between each other, you kissed the tip of his nose whilst cupping both cheeks, paying specific attention to the thick pink scar that ran down from his temple, over his brow and his cheek. “I love you, scars and all”.

Remus’ tension seemed to ease from his shoulders as he breathed lightly out of his nose, his face lowering to rest on your shoulder as you held him for a moment before he began to stand and offered a hand, “What about a dance m’lady, then I’ll find you something sweet to suck on for desert”.

Ignoring the innuendo, you grinned up at him, placing your hand into his much larger palm. James and Sirius had lessons growing up from their families on how to dance for special balls they were forced to attend. You and Remus, on the other hand, were utterly clueless, but this only added to the joy and laughter as you both clumsily tried not to step on the other's toes or twirl without knocking into furniture.

You’d laughed so hard that a stitch formed in your side, causing the vivid dance to settle into a light sway. Your head rested on Remus's shoulder as his cheek pressed against the top of your head, arms around your shoulder as he lightly sang the next Bowie song.

Everything was perfect, especially as his rough fingertips danced up the nape of your neck, carefully tipping your head back so that you were now staring up into his kind eyes, his lips no longer moving along to the lyrics as he licked them carefully, moistening them before dipping his head. The kiss was as gentle as his hands now cupping your face, and you wondered for a moment if you were lightheaded from holding your breath in anticipation or from the effects of having your boyfriend kissing you.

Remus was soft, lovely and perfect as he eased away to put a gap between your mouths, but only so that he could adjust his position by keeping one hand on your jaw and the other around your waist before taking your breath away once more. Instantly, your body rose to the tips of your toes to be closer to him and firm the kiss.

The breath you’d both been holding released, noses pressing into each other's cheeks as the warm air tickled your ears. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and as you relaxed into the kiss, many things seemed to happen at once.

The grandfather clock in the living room chimed midnight, and the soft Remus you’d been carefully kissing and exploring with your lips was now firmly gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you whilst simultaneously stepping towards the table as you squealed in shock, desperately gripping his shoulders for support.

Plates and glasses smashed onto the floor as Remus shoved aside the lovely table setting so that there was a firm blank canvas for you to be led on.

“Woah, Remus, just give me a minute.” You try to reason with him to at least get your bearings. Having been standing up two seconds ago, you were now led on your back with your boyfriend having become frantic with his actions. His shoulders shook with restraint, and his eyes didn’t lift from the edge of your skirt as he reached for the material. Not only this, but the brightness in his eyes had one, replaced with sinful hunger.

“Need you-” he muttered with a gruffness that hadn’t been there moments ago.

This was why you’d decided to stay in. Sometimes, Remus would curl around your body with the need to simply just breathe you in and declare that you were his; he’d become somewhat feral.

The fire in your body scorched to life as the need seeped into your core. As lovely as it had been, seeing him like this just did something to you. You wanted him just as desperately.

Frantically, you tried to help him lift up your skirt, but he was in control, pushing the material and tearing it in places with his firm grip until your legs and underwear-covered pussy were revealed. For a moment, it looked like he was going to dribble as you tried to reach for him to tell him to take a breath and compose himself, but all you were able to do audibly was scream out, head tipping back as Remus devoured you.

The Marauder hadn’t even waited for your underwear to be removed before his mouth was on you, hands not-so-gently wrapping around your thighs to push your legs apart, the slippers you’d been wearing now flying off in different directions across the kitchen. It was like he’d not eaten a single thing all night with the way his lips and jaw moved against your most sensitive of areas.

The sensation was odd with the barrier of cotton in between your cunt and his mouth. All you had was the pressure, wetness beginning to soak through from his tongue and the overwhelming heat from his mouth. Remus moved hungrily, licking and caressing with his mouth as you lay with your arms gripping onto the edge of the table above your head.

“Rem-Remus! Merlin, please don’t stop!” you begged desperately, allowing your body to succumb to his touch. You couldn’t even open your eyes without feeling dizzy with the sensations of his body all over your lower half as he pressed his tongue firmly against your throbbing clit, circling it with intention.

The hands on your thighs pushed harder, giving his face more room as a deep groan burned from his chest as he needed more. Still, as you whimpered from him to not stop, he stayed in place, stimulating your clit over and over again until your body was tensing with the pulses of desire from your cunt as your orgasm erupted.

His motions continued through the waves of pleasure, and even after, he carried on with his devouring, even as you verged on the edge of becoming overstimulated from the rough material of your panties rubbing against your delicate area. Remus needed more, and he was ready to take it.

The pressure on the back of your thighs suddenly disappears as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, giving you a better angle now to reach down and run your shaky fingers through his soft hair.

With your eyes firmly closed, you hadn’t noticed that your underwear had been torn clean from your body, only noticing when there was no barrier between what you both wanted. Your back arched from the stimulation of him sucking on your bundle of nerves, making an obscenely wet noise as your juices and his saliva caused a heavenly mess. 

Your legs had begun squeezing his face as you weren’t able to control your body, but he didn’t stop; he just simply continued to eat your pretty cunt. “Please….please Remus”, you continued to beg but unsure of what as you were thoroughly warm head to toe with the effects from your last orgasm, but his playful mouth knew just the right ways to keep you at the elevated bliss.

The thickness of his tongue pressed against your throbbing hole, delving as deep as he could go before curling it and exploring the warm softness of your cunt as the tip of his nose stimulated your clit.

It was intense, primarily as his large hands now rested on your abdomen, pushing down and forcing your hips to remain against the table so that he could remain in complete control of the stimulation to your body.

Clenching relentlessly around his tongue, your body couldn’t tell if it was calming down from an orgasm or having another. The overwhelming sensation caused tears to well in your eyes as the apples of your cheeks burned with heat. Everything was too much; even the clothes covering your torso felt claustrophobic as your nipples ached to be free.

“Ah!” you babbled, unable to even say his name as more intense waves of pleasure rocked from your cunt as it pulsed around his tongue. The tears escaped down your cheeks as you tried to gasp for air, your body finally slumping in exhaustion against the table as Remus began to stand from where he’d been on his knees for you.

Each of your legs was carefully eased from his shoulders to dangle off the edge of the wooden surface, not that you could keep them up anyway, as your entire body felt as if it was made of jelly.

“Did so good for me, Love. Taste so fucking good, wanna try?” he asked from where he now looked down at you, hovering only inches away from your face as his fingers wiped away the evidence of the tears. You nod quickly, opening your eyes for a split second to see Remus’ dark eyes and swollen, wet lips before they were pressing against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and allowing you the vulgar opportunity to taste your own juices from his mouth.

“My pretty girl tastes so good”, he admired, staring down at you, memorising every flicker of emotions on your face. You mewled at the compliment, nuzzling your face pathetically into his palm as he cradled your face. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it”.

His tone indicated that he was teasing, which was a rare attribute for Remus as he usually just liked to do whatever he had in mind, but when he was like this, wishing to get the very most from you as his werewolf subconscious began to flicker through his thoughts.

“You, I want you. Please!” you stress whilst trying to look up at him, fingers trembling at your side with the need to touch him somehow.

The corners of Remus’ lips tilted up as he smiled down at you, “Have I ever told you how much I love to hear you beg?”

Before you could respond, you were gasping as coolness licked over your chest as he’d swiped his wand down the centre of your clothing until it was falling off of your shoulders, and your body could be free from the confines. His eyes lowered, focused on your pebbled nipples as they begged for him to be touched, but he didn’t rush to them.

Instead, Remus began the long journey of exploring the rest of your body with firm kisses and licking with the flat of his tongue. He paid special attention to your neck, as he always did this close to the full moon as his sharp teeth grazed over your pulse point, the animalistic side of his begging to bite down and mark his girl, but he restrained, knowing it would be painful for you. The last time he’d done so, he’d had a right bollocking off of James and Sirius, who prattled on about how you weren’t his chew toy, even though you had insisted that it was ok.

Moving lower, Remus worshipped your breasts. He was licking the skin around the areola before drawing your nipple and some breast tissue into his mouth, sucking with enough force that the area swelled with the rush of blood. The fire in your core intensified as you gained enough energy to lift your hands and grip his shirt.

“I need you, Remus, please stop teasing me”, you beg, but all that earned in response was an approved grunt.

“Relax, and just let me kiss you”, he sniped with desire as you wanted to sass back but found yourself melting into the table instead. Each inch of your stomach, hips, legs, arms, everywhere he could reach in this position, he praised with his mouth until he was once again hovering above your lips. “All I can think about is you”, he admitted, his tone caught between hunger and pain as his thoughts were becoming too clouded by the wolf’s desire to be close to you.

Your fingers combed through his hair as you tried to sound as calming as possible, “I know, Remus, it’s ok. I’m right here. Take me”.

A shiver ran down his spine as he finally began to unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock between your bodies as he rested on his elbows on either side of your face so that his face could nuzzle into your neck.

You took the honours of reaching between your legs, grasping his impressively hard cock, admiring the soft skin and veins that bulged as you pulled him closer to where you needed him most.

“Tell me you’re mine”, he begged as you directed his tip to your soaked hole.

Tilting your head so that you could kiss his cheek, you implored, “I’m yours Remus - FUCK!”

All you could do was curse and cling to him as, with one powerful thrust, the majority of his cock stretched into your pussy. You could never take his entire length unless it were through anal play, but that didn’t stop him trying as the pressure became overwhelming as he nudged against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled once more as he gave you time to adjust, sighing blissfully against your neck as if he had finally found what it was that he was looking for. However, as your cunt frantically fluttered around Remus as you adjusted to the intrusion, Remus began to rut his hips in short, snapping thrusts slowly.

You groaned at the sensation and found your hips meeting his until all restraint was gone, and Remus was fucking you hard and fast.

Pushing up on his hands so that he was looking down at you, Remus fucked you hard. The table beneath you groaned just as loudly as you were as it rocked against the floor, and for a split second, you hoped it wouldn’t suddenly collapse beneath you two.

Remus suddenly moved as if hearing your thoughts, widening his stance as he stood to his full height, hands on your thighs and bringing your body to the very edge of the table. In this position, he could fuck you with quick snaps of his hips. Your back arched in this new position, pleasure pouring into your soul.

However, a noise over the sound of the fucking caught your attention as the fire flickered with green flames, and you couldn’t help but gasp, “Sirius!” as he stepped out of the fire, followed closely by James.

Remus, still with his head hunched slightly from where he was watching you intently, growled at the name used, his gaze hardening on you as he leaned back until you looked into each other's eyes. “Wrong name, Sweetheart”, he demanded lowly, fucking into you with as power as he could, causing you to cry out and tense with the pleasure. “I only want my name coming out of your mouth, do you understand?”

“Yes, Remus! I’m sorry!” you plead with him as he fucks you harder.

“There you go, Love. See, it wasn’t so difficult, was it?” As he talks, he lifts his hands and covers your eyes so you can no longer look at Sirius or James as you’re plunged into darkness.

“Don’t be too hard on her, Moony”, James teases from somewhere across the room as you hear him and Sirius shuffling around but are unable to see what they are doing.

Remus grunts but doesn’t stop with his motions, making sure that your next orgasm is just as overwhelming and powerful as the others as your cunt clung to him for dear life, attempting to milk his balls with the powerful clenches but he didn’t stop fucking you all the way through your orgasm.

Having his hand over your eyes was a disorientating position to be in, especially as he would every so often kiss your cheek or neck, savouring your soft skin before moving away so that his momentum could continue.

A hiss echoed across the room from wherever your other two boyfriends currently were, and as another whimper sounded from what you assumed was Sirius, Remus then decided it would be a good time to completely pull out of your pussy, leaving you gaping and empty.

Before you could moan, more disorientation flowed through you as his hand was removed from your face, and your body was being manhandled so that you were now being turned over on the table until your front was pressed against the wood. With a gentle kick to your ankle, Remus made room between your legs for himself and fucked into you. He was even deeper in this angle, which you didn’t think was possible as his chest pressed against your back.

His and didn’t return to your face, allowing you to look at your other lovers. Sirius was currently sitting on James’ lap, both of their fancy clothes more dishevelled from earlier as the bowtie and scarf were off and the top buttons were undone. They stared intently at you and Remus as they touched one another. James was kissing the column of Sirius’ neck whilst his hands groped at the bulge at the front of his trousers. At the same time, Sirius was grinding his hips down on James, who you assumed had a matching bulge that was rubbing against Sirius’ arse.

“You’re mine, Love. Aren’t you? My pretty girl”, Remus whispered with deep penetrations of his cock into your cunt.

“Yes! I’m yours, Remus! You’re so deep”, you proclaim with a cry as you find yourself already wanting to peak and cum over his thick dick again. However, Remus knew you just as well as you knew yourself and could feel the tightening of your soft walls and stopped all thrusting as you sobbed with the beautiful feeling washing away.

His hand eased beneath your face, holding your jaw and forcing your sight away from your boyfriend's until it was tilted to look over your shoulder at Remus. “You only get to cum after them”, he demands before nipping your ear love with a sharp tug of his teeth.

“Moony, you really are tense, aren’t you” Sirius jokes breathlessly as he moves more eagerly against James, whose hand is now fully inside of his boyfriend's trousers, wanking him off in time with the movements.

Thankfully it didn’t take them long to cum, Sirius first with his head thrown back and trousers staining a dark colour in a little puddle. James then rutted up into Sirius a few minutes later, groaning and stilling his movements. Both breathed each other in deeply, lazily kissing and holding onto one another until your sudden gasp echoed around the room as Remus continued with his fucking.

Your head moved to drop onto the table as you accepted the fucking, but Remus’ hand remained beneath, cushioning your face from the hardness of the wooden table as his lips moved to the junction between your throat and shoulder.

With each thrust, Remus repeatedly grunted the possessive word, “Mine!” until it was all you could think about. Your orgasm nearly caused you to pass out with its intensity. Juices streamed from your cunt, dripping down your thighs as waves of clenching pleasure constricted around Remus’ cock until he was forcing as much of himself as he could into you, and thick seed spurted into you. The warmth was welcomed as it soothed your pussy from the inside out as it began to trickle down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.

You were half aware of your movements, more concerned with the fact that you couldn’t control the tremble and sobs as Remus pressed himself harder over your back, making you feel grounded and safe.

“Shh. Slowly breathe in and out for me. That’s it. Slowly breathe for me again, keep going, well done”, Remus encouraged for some time as you’d been close to a panic attack with the overstimulation, close to tipping into the submissive headspace that would have taken them a lot longer to draw you out of.

“It’s just… a lot”, you say shakily, eyes closed and absorbing every warmth he was willing to give you”.

“I know, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you”, he reassured calmly.

You’re exhausted, ready to fall asleep right there on the kitchen table as you whisper, “I wanna go to sleep”.

Remus kissed your naked shoulder, “After we clean you up, ok, Love?”

As Remus begins to stand, his half-hard cock slipping out of your well-used hole with a slurp and shudder from both of you, did James finally step forward whilst readjusting his softening cock in his trousers.

Squatting down next to you, his fingers tentatively caressed your cheek while keeping an eye on Remus behind you to ensure the action wouldn’t trigger him somehow. “You alright there?” James asked softly.

“Mmhm. Just a little sleepy”, you say whilst closing your eyes at the ticklish touch on your face.

Sirius stepped forward from behind James, raising his wand and pointing it to the destroyed rest of the kitchen mess, “I’ll clean up here, you guys look after her, and I’ll join you in the bathroom”.

Remus had to carry you to the bathroom as liquid drips flooded out of you and marked the direction you had been giving Sirius more to clean up. As this house was altered for the four of you, the shower was wide enough to provide you with Remus and James plenty of room to wash together.

You attempted to stand up on your own but ended up leaning heavily on Remus as James washed the remnants of the fucking from your body was skilled, careful fingers.

“You know I didn’t mean to say the wrong name, right? I just didn’t expect to see them standing there and-” you begin to explain with Remus, worried he’d been upset by you saying Sirius’s name earlier.

However, his lips quickly cut you off with a simple peck, “I know”.

Kissing his cheek several times, you mumbled against his skin, “It’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you. You’re all consuming, Remus”.

Against your lips, you feel the heat radiating off of him in a quick burst of rare embarrassment as he actually blushed at your words.

“She’s right, Moony. Without you, there is no us without you”, James quips in a rare statement of sincerity.

A cough from the bathroom door catches all your attention as Sirius casually leans against the door frame, cheeks round with roast potato as he joins in with the Remus praising. “There’s a reason why we all argue every night to see who gets to be spooned by the magnificent Remus Lupin”.

Three of you chuckled before you asked, “Are you eating my leftovers?”

“What?” he says with a shrug, stepping further into the room and beginning to take off his clothing at last. “The food was scarce at the party, and Moony’s roasties are always so fucking good”.

You nod in agreement before looking up at Remus once more, who looks quite proud of himself for the flow of compliments coming his way. However, as you attempted to lean up onto your tip toes again to kiss his handsome face in some way, your knees decided they were finished holding up your way as you nearly collapsed to the floor, only stopping because of his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“As much as I appreciate this little pep talk, I think we need to get someone to bed”.

Remus lay in the centre of the bed, where he rightfully deserved to be tonight with you on top of him, face resting on his chest and legs on either side of his hips as each of your hands held his. Sirius and James joined later, deciding they needed some extra alone time in the shower together, as the dry humping hadn’t entirely filled that horny spot for either of them.

You were asleep by the time both men crept into bed, resting either side of you and Remus with arms spooning around your back as the three shared a kiss goodnight. “How was your night?” Remus asked, looking between James and Sirius. “You’re both sober, so I’m assuming no mischief?”

“Oh, Moony, like we need alcohol to cause a riot. Why do you think we’re back so early?” Sirius declares whilst flicking out the laugh and curling in closer to the warmth of bodies as Remus chuckles into the darkness.

[writesvani]

전정국 | 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 — O2

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Barcelona’s streets are full of legends — but none quite like Jungkook, the soccer prodigy who’s taken the city by storm.

You’re the ultimate nepo baby with a sharp tongue and a knack for making everyone question how you got here. He’s the cocky soccer star who’s determined to prove you’re more style than substance. You’re sarcastic, entitled, and completely self-aware; he’s loud, extroverted, and impossible to ignore.

Together, you clash like two unstoppable forces—witty insults flying, chemistry crackling, and a rivalry that no one saw coming.

So go ahead—try to keep your cool. But be warned: in Barcelona, the only thing hotter than the summer sun is the mess you’re about to get tangled in.

brother's best friend, enemies to lovers, sports romance

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: soccer!player jungkook × nepo!baby y/n

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: strong language, unwanted advances, toxic masculinity, emotional distress, relationship conflict, mentions of parental neglect, anxiety, burnout

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You take a sip of your coffee, savoring the bitterness and the warmth, and swipe a stray drop off your thumb. Your laptop is open in front of you, papers scattered like confetti across the table — proof you’re either planning world domination or losing your mind trying.

Across from you, Hugo and Dante are glued to their own screens. Dante’s dark circles practically sag to his jaw, a badge of honor for too many late-night work sessions, while Hugo’s look suspiciously absent, hidden under sheer determination and that Dior concealer you bought him for his birthday.

“Graphic designers sent over the logo draft,” Dante says, spinning his laptop so you and Hugo can see.

You squint at the screen. “That looks…”

“Cheap,” Hugo cuts in without missing a beat, rolling his eyes. He lets out a soft whistle. “Like, dollar-store cheap.”

“Okay, Mr. Design Snob, I can’t just send them feedback that says ‘this is dollar-store trash,’” Dante huffs, propping his chin on his fist. “Besides, what exactly do we want for BB’s Luxe?”

You tap your nails against your coffee cup. “We want it pink. And classy.”

“It is pink and classy,” Dante insists, gesturing wildly at the screen.

“It’s cheap pink,” Hugo fires back. “And what is that font? Did they download it off some free app in 2012? Phonto, or whatever?”

You let out a short, helpless laugh. “God, why is this so hard?”

“And finding the face for the campaign is even fucking harder.” Dante lets his forehead smack the keyboard, keys rattling under the impact.

“Yeah, don’t even get me started,” you groan, rubbing your temples. “Hugo shot down literally every person I suggested for BB’s Luxe.”

Hugo lifts his head, eyes narrowing. “That’s because all your picks were Instagram models. And you. And Thiago. And Blake—which, in case your two brain cells forgot, isn’t exactly genius PR right after your ‘oh-we’re-just-friends’ scandal.”

“Why not?” you shoot back, incredulous. “Didn’t we literally milk that scandal for new followers?”

“My sweet delusional child,” Hugo sighs dramatically, “we need someone viral.”

You’re about to protest, but he raises a finger like he’s delivering gospel. “And unproblematic.”

“Okay, so… definitely not me,” you mutter.

Hugo scoffs. “Bingo. We need someone nobody would ever guess. Someone so random and disconnected from you that the internet collectively loses its shit trying to figure out why they’re the face of BB’s Luxe.”

“Okay, so do you actually have anyone in mind, genius?” Dante demands, shooting Hugo a murderous glare.

“I do,” Hugo snaps back, “but I’m not saying shit because I’m not about to jinx it.”

“Really?” you say, leaning forward. “Okay, spill. Right now.”

“You’ve gotta be patient, love,” Hugo drawls, reclining in his chair like he’s the star of some mafia movie. “Let me work my magic, see if I can pull him in. Or rather… his team.”

“Oooh, so it’s a guy,” you gasp. “I’m invested now. Like, this is my line, babe—you need to tell me who’s gonna be the face of it.”

“Patience, as I just said,” Hugo huffs. “I’m not jinxing it by blabbing before it’s locked in.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying,” Dante mutters.

“And smart,” Hugo shoots back.

“I’m exhausted,” you sigh, massaging your temples as if willing your brain to reboot. “And I still have to film that SKIMS try-on haul.”

“Oh, poor you,” Dante fires back, one brow arched and a wicked grin twisting his lips. “It must be so unbearable being rich, pretty, and universally adored.”

You bark out a laugh, tipping your head back so your hair spills like silk down the back of your chair. “Literally, God gives His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers,” you say, pressing a dramatic hand to your chest. “Truly, my cross to bear.”

“Sucks to be you,” Hugo mutters dryly, leaning back and stretching his arms over his head until his spine cracks. Then he levels you with a look sharp enough to cut glass. “Oh, and by the way—if you don’t film that try-on haul today, I will kill you.” His smile is dazzling and sinister all at once.

“Okay, okay, I will,” you protest, raising both palms like you’re surrendering. “Later today. Promise.”

“Mm-hmm.” Hugo narrows his eyes, mouth twisting into a sly smirk. “Thought so.”

“Anyway,” Dante cuts in, clasping his hands together on the table. “While we’re talking about sponsors… what’s happening with Dani and that Nike deal Amaia was trying to lock down for him?”

You roll your eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t fall out of your head. The metallic clink of your rings tapping against your coffee cup echoes across the table. “Bro, Kim Taehyung snatched that deal months ago. Haven’t you heard?”

“No?? How am I always the last to know shit?” Dante exclaims, shoulders slumping, his pout deep enough to drown in. He rakes a hand through his messy hair, eyes wide with genuine disbelief.

“Yeah, well… Real Madrid’s the one in bed with Nike now,” you say, leaning forward, elbows braced on the table as you swirl what’s left of your coffee. Your gaze drifts to Hugo, silently inviting him to swoop in.

“Yawning. Boring,” Hugo declares, waving a dismissive hand and flicking an invisible piece of lint from his Dior sweater like it personally offended him. The sunlight catches the sheen of his silver rings as he moves. “Barça doesn’t need a sponsor who’ll jump ship to Madrid the second they wave a fat paycheck around. Flop behavior.”

“Preach.” You grin, tracing a pattern in the condensation on your glass. “Besides… Barça’s about to drop that Adidas campaign. That’s gonna be insane.”

“Ugh, yeah, I heard,” Hugo says, eyes narrowing as he leans forward like a cat ready to pounce. “Not Barça cozying up to Nike’s mortal enemy. The sheer corporate drama. I live for it.”

“Well, you know what they say.” You wiggle your fingers theatrically, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “An eye for an eye.”

“True facts, babe.” Hugo lifts his coffee cup in a toast, pinky lifted in perfect, practiced elegance.

“How’s Dani handling losing that sponsorship, though?” Dante cuts back in, curiosity making him sit a little straighter in his chair. His dark eyes flick between the two of you like he’s watching a tennis match.

You lean back, stretching your arms over your head until your spine gives a satisfying crack. “Please. You know Dani. The only thing that man gives a shit about is scoring goals. Bro couldn’t care less if Nike, Adidas, or your grandma sponsored him—as long as he’s banging the ball into the back of the net.”

Dante laughs, shaking his head as he sinks back into his chair. “Yeah… classic Dani. Living his life in football and absolutely nowhere else.”

“Exactly,” Hugo chimes in, twirling one of his rings around his finger. “Meanwhile, we’re out here stressing over fonts and brand deals while your brother’s biggest crisis is deciding whether to wear his white or neon cleats.”

“Are you gonna film those little interviews we planned for TikTok?” Hugo demands suddenly, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. His gaze locks onto you, dark eyes wide with fervor. It’s that look — the one that silently screams this is the kind of brilliant idea that’ll boost your engagement to the moon, and if you don’t follow through, he might actually combust.

“I am,” you reply, leaning back in your chair and letting out a soft groan as you stretch your arms above your head. Your bones crack satisfyingly. “I’m swinging by Dani’s training session today to grab some footage with the guys. Thought it’d be fun. Y’all wanna come?”

“I can’t,” Dante groans, dropping his face into his hands, then dragging his palms down until his skin bunches around his chin. “I have to write a damn novella for the graphic design team because someone”—he flings an accusatory finger in Hugo’s direction—“thinks their logo looks ‘cheap.’”

“Oooh, cry me a river,” Hugo drawls, lips curling into a smirk. “It’s not like you’re not getting paid to sit there in your designer hoodie and complain.”

“Are you getting paid to be the most annoying human alive?” Dante snaps, his tone dripping with exasperation.

“Baby, I’m her PR,” Hugo shoots back, flicking a perfectly manicured nail in your direction. “Being annoying and dramatic is literally part of my contract. It’s how I maintain my mental health.”

You snort, shaking your head, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. “Can you two chill for like… five seconds? Hugo, are you coming with me or not?”

“Fuck yes,” Hugo practically shouts, slamming both palms onto the table like you’ve just offered him front-row tickets to a Louis Vuitton runway. “You’re asking me if I wanna watch a bunch of sweaty, exhausted, possibly shirtless hot men running around in tiny shorts. How the fuck am I supposed to say no?”

“Jesus Christ,” Dante mutters, rolling his eyes so far back you’re afraid he’ll sprain something. “Remind me why I work with either of you.”

“Because we’re fab,” Hugo and you chime in unison.

It’s too hot. Like can’t-even-breathe hot. Barcelona’s sun scorches everything in its path — the grass, the stands, your skin, your last remaining shred of patience. Somehow, stepping into the stadium feels like stepping inside an oven, where the heat bounces off concrete and grass until it’s practically sizzling.

Sweat trickles down your spine, dampening the already-too-tight top that’s now clinging to your skin like a second, unwanted layer. Beside you, Hugo fans himself with a printout from your BB’s Luxe plans, muttering curses under his breath.

“Ugh, why am I here,” he hisses, wiping sweat from his upper lip, “No amount of sweaty men is worth leaving my air-conditioned apartment for.”

The green grass sticks to the soles of your sneakers, leaving ghostly footprints as you stomp closer to the field. You raise one hand to shield your eyes from the blazing sun and wave wildly with the other.

“Dani!” you yell, your voice echoing off the concrete stands.

From the distance, you spot Dani’s head whip toward your voice. He jogs over, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his shirt clinging to his shoulders.

“Hi,” he pants when he reaches you, one hand dragging sweat off his brow. “Wassup, guys?”

“Planning. Dying. Planning again,” Hugo snaps, dramatically wiping his brow like a damsel in distress.

“BB’s Luxe doing that well?” Dani jokes, a short laugh rumbling in his chest.

“Don’t even start,” you grumble, massaging your temples. “Anyway, how’s training going?”

“Santiago’s trying to kill us with these drills,” Dani whines, stomping his foot against the grass like an actual toddler.

You cringe, scrunching your nose. “Aren’t you a little old for temper tantrums?”

“Never too old,” he retorts. Then he squints at you, suspicious. “Besides… what are you doing here?”

You blink innocently. “Well, you know…” You bat your lashes, offering him your most pleading, saccharine smile. “You know how much I love you. You know I’m literally the best sister you could ever ask for.”

“Most annoying one, for sure,” Dani mutters, rolling his eyes, “Just spit it out. What do you want?”

“Why do you always think I want something? Can’t I just visit you because — I dunno — I love you?” why is this me and my sister

He levels you with a flat look. “Please. You never come to training just because.”

“Okay, fine!” You throw your arms in the air. “I want to film those Barça interviews for TikTok today…”

Dani groans, head falling back. “Ugh, I don’t know if the staff’s gonna let you.”

“You’re Daniel Torras. Make it happen,” you snap, crossing your arms defiantly over your chest.

“You’re so fucking spoiled.”

The voice comes out of nowhere, slicing through the heat like a knife and making you jolt.

Jeon Jungkook is suddenly behind you, looming like some statue — or a fucking ghost, because there’s no way you didn’t see him coming. You spin to glare at him, already simmering with annoyance from the mere sound of that teasing edge in his voice.

Asshole.

He’s wearing his training jersey, soaked with sweat and clinging to every lean muscle like it’s custom-made for sin. Wet hair drips onto his forehead, darkening his lashes. His arms are crossed, forearms flexing, tattoos winding and merging over taut skin like living art. Your eyes linger there for a second too long — which is exactly one second too many.

Ugh. No. Absolutely not.

You scoff, tearing your eyes away. “Well, someone’s cranky today. Did the ball smack you right in your dumb face, or what?”

“As if,” he shoots back, biting the inside of his cheek, jaw ticking slightly. “Your entitlement just fucking annoys me.”

“Okay, am I supposed to give a fuck?” you fire back, flipping your hair off your shoulder. You spin toward Dani instead, batting your lashes so dramatically it’s practically a workout. “Daniii,” you sing, voice syrupy sweet, “Can you pleaaaase ask the staff to make a twenty-minute break? I just need twenty minutes to film this with you guys.”

Behind you, Jungkook lets out a hiss of pure exasperation. “Jesus, you can’t just waltz in here and start making demands because your brother plays here.”

You whirl on him, planting a hand on your hip. “Well, see, I clearly can.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes, stepping closer. “You know, some of us actually had to work our asses off to get to a place where we can make demands like that.”

“Well,” you say, flicking your fingers in the air dismissively, “sucks to be you, asshole.”

A choked laugh slips out of Hugo, who quickly tries to cover it with a fake cough.

“Okay, guys, seriously — stop,” Dani groans, dragging a hand over his sweat-slicked hair. “I’ll go ask the staff. But for fuck’s sake, can you two please act normal? I can’t handle you screaming at each other every two seconds — and I’m pretty sure no one else wants to, either.”

Dani shoots you both a withering look and trudges off in the direction of the coach, shoulders slumped like he’s aged ten years in five minutes.

Jungkook looks like he wants to kill you. Or… maybe do something even worse. His jaw is clenched so tightly a vein pops at his temple, and his dark eyes follow you like he’s plotting your immediate downfall.

From where you’re standing, you can see the coach nodding as Dani talks, a grin spreading across his face. Ah, the unstoppable Daniel Torras effect.

You shoot Jungkook a triumphant look, lifting your chin high. “See? I can ask for whatever the fuck I want.”

“Fine,” he bites out, voice low and dangerous. “I’m not participating in your little interview, though.”

You scoff, flipping your hair over your shoulder like it personally offends you to share oxygen with him. “Please. I don’t need you, idiot.”

Your hand sweeps out theatrically toward the rest of the team still gasping through killer drills under the blazing sun. “I’ve already got everyone else lined up.”

Jungkook scowls, heat radiating off his body like an extra layer of the sun itself.

You give him one last glance — the kind that’s half challenge, half dismissal. “C’mon, Hu. Let’s go say hi to the players we actually like.”

Hugo gives Jungkook a look that’s half sympathetic, half exasperated, before trotting after you as you strut toward the others, your footsteps leaving dusty prints on the scorched grass.

“Why haven’t you answered my DMs, preciosa?” Mateo’s voice breaks through the heat, his tan skin slick with sweat as he grins at you. You barely acknowledge him with a tired roll of your eyes, deliberately brushing off the comment like it’s nothing.

“Stop harassing her,” Blake says, pressing a quick, light kiss to your cheek. You nod and give a small, distracted wave to the others, eyes scanning the group — searching for him.

But he’s not there.

“Where’s Thiago?” you ask, voice low, almost hesitant.

Santiago’s smile falters, replaced by a tight, uneasy expression. “Twisted his ankle in the last game.”

Your chest tightens. “He still hasn’t recovered?”

“Not yet. Could be another week or more,” Santiago shrugs, but the sympathy in his eyes says more than words ever could. “Haven’t heard from him?”

You don’t answer.

Because you haven’t. Not since the Blake incident. Not since you haven’t given him a proper explanation about it.

Thiago — he’s supposed to be close to you. Sometimes the only person you let in. Sometimes the only one you want to hear from.

But lately, silence. Endless, suffocating silence.

It’s complicated and messy — a wound that never fully healed.

That night, the one you never talk about, lingers in every quiet moment, every missed call.

Still, despite it all, he’s there. Haunting the edges of your mind, a shadow you can’t shake.

“Awww,” Jungkook’s voice drips with mock sweetness as he arches a brow, a slow smirk curling on his lips. “Worried about your bestie?”

You glance at him, feeling the heat of his gaze, and shoot back quietly, “Yeah. You should be too. He’s your teammate, after all.”

He shrugs lazily, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, the muscles in his forearms flexing beneath his damp training jersey. “It’s just a twisted ankle. Football’s a game played with legs, you know. Injuries happen.”

You bite back a sharper retort, instead settling on, “I wish it had happened to you.”

Jungkook chuckles softly, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I don’t make rookie mistakes. Thiago should’ve passed the ball instead of playing hero and messing up.”

Your pulse quickens — part irritation, part something else — but you keep your voice steady. “Why are you such an asshole?”

He leans back against the fence, crossing his arms, looking almost amused. “I’m not. He’s just green. Needs to learn.”

You resist the urge to defend Thiago — the person who means more than you let on — knowing Jungkook’s baiting you. The tension between you isn’t loud or explosive, but it hangs in the air, a quiet current under every word.

You take a slow breath, steadying the quickening beat of your heart. “Anyway,” you say, voice softer now, “if you guys don’t mind, I want to film a few quick interview clips for TikTok. Like a little questionnaire thing.”

Jungkook’s eyes flick to you, a flash of something like surprise — or maybe frustration — before he masks it. Mateo, however, grins broadly and calls out, “Hell yeah! I’m in.”

The interview shooting is going surprisingly well. As well as it possibly can — considering Mateo can’t seem to go five minutes without tossing out another cringy pick-up line right into the camera.

You force a bright smile through the pain, even as your soul quietly shrivels every time he winks. “Okay, take it from the top,” you say for what feels like the thirtieth time, waving your phone in the air as a signal to reset.

Mateo grins, leaning in a little too close, sweat glistening on his temples. “Why film me, preciosa, when you could just film us… together… somewhere more private?”

You blink, your mouth hanging open for half a second before you glare and shove his shoulder lightly. “Mateo. Shut up. We’re shooting brand content, not your OnlyFans trailer.”

Around you, a few of the other players snort with laughter. Even Dani’s shaking his head, muttering under his breath, “I’m so sorry you have to deal with this.”

Meanwhile, Hugo’s standing behind you, arms folded, mouthing the words kill me as Mateo launches into yet another attempt at seduction.

Jungkook, a few steps away, pretends not to watch, though his eyes keep darting your way between drills. His jaw ticks faintly every time Mateo leans in too close, but he says nothing.

You catch Jungkook’s glance once and narrow your eyes at him. He merely lifts his brows as if to say you chose this shit, and turns away, his shoulders stiff.

You sigh, bracing yourself as you point the camera back at Mateo. “All right. Let’s try this again. And this time, please, no proposals or bedroom invitations.”

Mateo clutches his chest dramatically. “But how will the people know I’m madly in love with you, preciosa?”

Hugo groans. “God, give me strength.”

You roll your eyes so hard it practically gives you a headache, then plaster on your best influencer smile. “Okay. From the top.”

Eventually, you escape Mateo’s clutches, practically shoving him out of frame. You drag Blake into the shot instead.

“Okay, ready?” you ask him, steadying your phone on your mini tripod.

Blake flashes his trademark grin, easy and charming. “Born ready.”

You giggle despite yourself. “Okay, first question… What’s the one thing you can’t live without on game day?”

Blake barely opens his mouth before Jungkook’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and dripping with faux innocence:

“His hair gel. Obviously.”

You whirl around, glaring at Jungkook, who’s now leaning casually against a railing, arms folded, smirk firmly in place. His damp hair curls slightly at the edges, catching the sun.

Blake just laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, man. I’m a natural beauty.”

“Yeah, sure,” Jungkook fires back, “Natural beauty and three layers of glow serum.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, pressing a hand to your face. “Can you not? Just shut up for once.”

Jungkook shrugs, utterly unrepentant. “I’m just helping the people get the real story.”

Blake snickers. “I’m giving the people what they want. Unlike some people,” he adds, flicking a glance at Jungkook.

Jungkook holds up his hands. “Hey, I’m not the one pretending he doesn’t FaceTime his barber before every match.”

You throw your arms out, exasperated. “Oh. My. God. Can I just film one normal video without it turning into your personal stand-up routine?”

Blake winks at you. “Sorry, love. He’s petty because I’m the fan favorite.”

Jungkook scoffs. “Fan favorite my ass. Your fans are thirteen-year-olds making thirst edits.”

“Better than being the reason people mute their TVs,” Blake shoots back. "Blake, focus, just ignore him. Next question. What’s the weirdest superstition you have before a game?”

Blake starts to answer, “Okay, so I always put my left sock on—”

“—because the right one’s too busy crying for help,” Jungkook interrupts.

“JUNGKOOK!” you screech.

Hugo lets out a shrill whistle. “Jeon. Five-minute time-out. Go hydrate. Or drown yourself in the ice bucket. Whichever’s easier.”

Jungkook arches a brow. “Can’t. Gotta supervise. She might start asking real questions.”

You shove your phone into Hugo’s hands before you accidentally hurl it at Jungkook’s head. “Okay. I’m done. We’re done.”

Blake, still cracking up, catches your wrist. “C’mon, don’t tap out now. Let’s finish the TikTok. We’ll behave.”

“I highly doubt that,” you snap, glaring at him and then shooting a lethal look over Blake’s shoulder at Jungkook.

Jungkook lifts his brows. “Don’t look at me. I’m the model of good behavior.”

“Yeah. In whose fantasy?” you spit back.

Blake gently squeezes your arm, his voice softening. “Hey. Don’t let him get under your skin. He’s just jealous.”

Jungkook lets out a scoffing laugh. “Of what exactly? Her neon pink top or your spray tan?”

“Oh my god,” you groan, pressing your palms over your eyes. “I swear to fucking god, I will end you, Jeon Jungkook.”

He walks closer, voice low and teasing. “I’d like to see you try.”

You inhale sharply, the proximity suddenly a bit too charged, his eyes glinting dark under the bright sun. Blake blinks between the two of you, lips pursing.

“Okay. Okay, this is getting weird,” Blake cuts in. “Anyway. I’m finishing this TikTok.”

You snap back to attention. “Yes. Thank you. Professionalism. Wow. What a concept.”

Blake steps back into frame, adopting his breezy grin. “So. Weirdest superstition. I always put my left sock on first, then right sock, left boot, right boot—”

“—and then checks the mirror to practice his goal celebration,” Jungkook interjects. Again.

Blake flips him off without missing a beat. “No, but thanks for your input, princess.”

Jungkook puffs out a sigh. “You’re welcome. Glad to keep the content authentic.”

“Okay. Next question!” you say, determined to salvage something. “Who’s the biggest diva in the locker room?”

Jungkook smirks instantly. “Blake. One thousand percent.”

Blake gasps. “Fuck off! It’s literally you, Mr. Three-Hour Tattoo Touch-Ups.”

Jungkook frowns. “That’s called maintenance.”

You rub your temples. “I feel my lifespan decreasing every second I stand here.”

Mateo suddenly shouts from across the field, “Ask who Y/N wants to date from the team!”

Jungkook crosses his arms, glancing at you, eyes cool but edged with something sharper. “Yeah… why don’t you answer that one?”

Your cheeks burn. “Because it’s none of your business, you troll.”

Blake nudges you. “Just say it’s me and be done with it.”

Hugo swoops in, grabbing your shoulders. “Okay. Break time. Or I’m calling security on everyone.”

You’re too fucking tired to move. The sun has drained you dry, leaving your limbs heavy and your brain buzzing like a faulty neon sign. Maybe it’s just the heat. Maybe it’s the relentless churn of having to work—having to film, to smile, to create content even when everything, even the sky itself, screams that it’s not the right time.

Whatever the reason, you feel off.

There’s too much happening all at once. BB’s Luxe is going well—objectively, it’s thriving—but some part of you keeps whispering that it’s either too much or somehow still not enough. You sink deeper into your couch, letting a random episode of Gossip Girl flicker across the screen like white noise. Your hair spills down your back in soft waves. Periodically, your hands reach up to knead the tension from your own shoulders. You make a mental note—for the fifteenth time—to book a massage soon.

If there’s time.

Lately, time feels like some imaginary currency everyone else seems rich in, and you’re just scraping coins together.

You pick up your phone, thumb flicking over to TikTok. The player interviews are performing well. Jungkook’s little interruption has gone viral—comments full of laughing emojis, shipper theories, people reading sexual tension into every sideways glance. It’s good. It’s the kind of content Hugo drools over.

And yet… there’s that annoying voice inside you that keeps saying it’s not enough.

That you’re not doing enough.

“Watching anything good?”

The voice cuts through your fog, and you glance up sharply. Jungkook stands in the doorway, wearing that sheepish, half-boyish, half-fucking-infuriating grin. The audacity of this guy—to be a complete asshole one minute and an adorable human the next.

“Just a show,” you mumble, gesturing at the TV. “Are you two done gaming or what?”

“Kinda.” He scratches the back of his neck, damp hair falling into his eyes. “Carla called him, so we’re on a break. Might watch something in a bit.”

Without waiting for an invitation, Jungkook crosses the room and drops into the couch beside you. He’s close enough that his knee brushes yours, and you hate how your skin registers the contact immediately—heat sparking through your body like an electric wire.

“Boring,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “You guys never go out.”

“We’re too old for that shit,” he counters, lips curling into the faintest grin. “Besides, are you going somewhere tonight?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. The thought of loud music, flashing lights, sweaty bodies pressing in on all sides—it makes your stomach churn. You don’t want to go out tonight. You’re not…feeling right. Maybe it’s just your social battery, drained to the last flicker.

“Probably,” you lie, voice flat.

“Mhm.” He tilts his head, leaning it against the sofa cushion, watching you through half-lidded eyes. “Though you’ll be staying in tonight,” he declares, a lazy certainty in his voice.

“Barcelona’s nightlife can’t survive a Friday without me.”

“Can you survive a Friday without Barcelona’s nightlife?” he shoots back, raising an eyebrow.

You side-eye him, turning your attention back to the TV. For a moment, the silence settles between you both, soft and oddly comforting. It almost feels normal—like maybe, in another universe, the two of you could be…friends. Or at least two people who can exist in the same room without tearing each other apart.

It could be peaceful. Maybe even fun.

But Jungkook never lets things stay peaceful for long.

“Your parents coming to the BB’s Luxe launch?” he asks suddenly, voice softer than usual. He angles his body slightly toward you, searching your face for any cracks in your calm.

Your chest tightens. A dry chuckle slips out of your mouth. “My parents have better things to do than watch me sell face cream.”

“Have you invited them?”

“I will.” You stare at the screen, jaw tight. “But they won’t come.”

“You can’t possibly know that.”

“I do, Jungkook.”

He hesitates, wetting his lips. “Wanna talk about it?”

You let out a sharp exhale, frustration burning in your veins. “Just…let it be.”

“But we could talk about it. Maybe you’d feel—”

“Jungkook, for fuck’s sake.” Your voice slices through the quiet, sharp as broken glass. “I said I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t even know why you’re bringing this up. It’s not like we’re friends or anything.”

His gaze drops, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. “Right. We aren't.”

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How about the Yanderes training their little babies to be the perfect yanderes to keep an eye on their darling when they aren't around? And I'm talking them telling what you did down to how many breaths you take. Full on lil snitches to anything you do!!!

Hi dear anon, well I think everyone would have their kids keep an eye on reader in one way or another 🖤

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader?

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Yandere Farmer Link

Yes, this man would have his children watch you 24 hours a day. He would teach them from a young age to be completely aware of you when he is not around, he would train them to tell him everything, EVERYTHING, who comes home when he is not, if you talk to someone (whoever), who you call on the phone and he would even make sure his children inform him if you do something that he forbade you to do at some point and you did anyway thinking he wouldn't notice.

Every after he comes home with his older children following close behind after a long day of work on the farm, his younger children would already be waiting for him sitting on the porch steps, they jump to their feet when they see him approaching, they run up to him and start quickly telling him everything that happened while he was gone.

"Enough. Speak one at a time, we can't understand each other. So your mother was on the phone, huh? Well, everyone go feed the horses while I talk to your mother."

Yandere Cowboy Link

Yet another one who shamelessly makes his kids watch you, he finds it funny and might even joke about the fact that his kids watch you, he would call them "his little spies" but if you scold him he would tell you that it is a "cute" thing that his little ones care so much and that just shows how much he and the kids love you, he doesn't need anything else to convince you.

His older kids (four and five years old) come over to tell him everything you did that day, he listens intently while rocking his daughter (one year old) on his hip and kisses her chubby cheeks from time to time, he laughs as he hears his kids fight each other over who tells the "wrong" story, he ends up calming both kids down before they start fighting and get your attention.

"Come on, come on kids, stop fighting before mom finds out and scolds us all, how about we go see your beautiful mother and ask her what happened today?"

Yandere Dilf Link

I think in his case it's more about his worry, paranoia of losing you, something happening to you or you leaving him rather than really wanting to control you, his son and especially his daughters will tell everything about the day to their father since they hate seeing him so worried (he's a good father) if you are more reluctant to talk to him and still don't accept your new life, your children would try to keep their father in the loop.

When he comes back from work and steps foot inside the house his children would already be there ready to ease his worries about you, they would take him to the couch and he would start telling everything to their father who would relax when, he hears nothing strange or suspicious happened in his absence, he would pat his son on the head and kiss his daughters on the cheeks before getting up from the couch to look for you.

"Here you are, honey. The kids told me that today you planted the daisy seeds I gave you... I'll bring more for you tomorrow and if you want something special, just ask, okay, honey?"

Yandere Sugar Daddy Link

He has no shame as I said, he would have no qualms about putting security cameras all over the house so he can see everything you and the kids do when he is working in his office, he would even ask the kids in front of you what they did that day, what YOU did that day, even though he has already seen everything, of course. But he wants to see if they are honest.

His son is more vague with his answers, although the boy wants his father to feel proud of him, he does not want to betray you, his daughter on the contrary tells her father everything from what she did that day, what her brother did, what you did, what the maid did, what the neighbors did... she rants happily while her father listens attentively with a smile on his lips.

"Look at that dear, our little princess is quite an observer, she sees everything. And she would never hide anything from her daddy, right little princess?"

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may i humbly request my beloved lady scarab or lady jewel?

of course dreams! Here’s my redesign of lady Jewel!

I had a lot of ideas for this design and it was super easy to make, but the patterns did kind of throw me a little. Jewel’s design uses recurring elements of gemstones and swirls for an elegant, royal look! Her scale and wing colors aren’t particularly special, but I did decide to change her color palette slightly and exclude any prominent use of black stripes, since I wanted the highest points of contrast to be around her jewellery and eye/face. She holds a dragon cocktail, with a feathered scarf-neckpiece and some neck/tail jewelry. I’m not sure if I would label the jewels on her wings as piercings or clip-ons, as I imagine they would make flying somewhat difficult. A lot of lady Jewel’s rebellion throughout the lost continent arc is seen/alluded to be silent - she quietly refuses to follow some of Wasp’s orders in relation to the silk wings, and is described as a fair leader who can be trusted by both tribes: so long as Wasp believes her to be incompetent and naive. Because of this, it was important to me that Jewel’s design had the potential to be viewed in a negative light. Jewel’s posture and expression help us to view her as intelligent and witty, however a different mannerism with the same design could portray her as tackily dressed and incompetent - which is totally something she would think about when dressing up.

I love Jewel’s character and book appearance, but my one criticism would be that I wish we got to see more of the art scene in jewel hive - it would be really interesting to see how protest art movements work within jewel hive, and if they were any different from cross-hive protests like the chrysalis leaf. Art and rebellion are inextricably interlinked, and not exploring jewel hive to the fullest almost seems like wasted potential in my opinion. That definitely drove me to include subtle references to art forms with a strong link to protest and social justice: particularly drag. My first idea for this design was for Jewel to be in full drag, but I realized Wasp would probably never let that slide (even with how much Jewel got away with already) and decided to present those design elements much more subtly instead. Overall, Lady Jewel’s appearance is intended to be a reflection of her personality, grace and sense of justice.

As always, thank you guys so much for all of your support of this series! I hope these designs are a point of inspiration and discussion, and look forward to continuing them in the future.

Here are the current characters in waiting: Sunny, Moon, Clearsight, Blue, Luna, freedom, Bigtail, Cricket, Clay, Blaze, Queen Thorn, Starflight, Darkstalker, Tsunami, Snowfall, Grandeur, Sky, Lynx, Oasis, Winter and Kinkajou! If you don't see your favorite here or have another question/something to say, please feel free to leave a request in my askbox!

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๑ jeff the killer

Jeff just wants to scare you. He won’t cut you, he promises, even as he presses the blade down just a little harder.

Drunk, whiny, helpless girls are so much fun. At least Jeff seems to think so. They can’t fight back, can barely tell him no, and definitely can’t resist him—what’s not to love?

Jeff doesn’t appreciate being told to slow down. What right do you have? Especially when you’re so fucked out you can barely put together a sentence. You should be thanking him for making you feel this good.

Jeff loves when you ride him. He loves the angle, the sounds, just the sight of you loosing yourself on his cock all by yourself. He just can’t help but grin and give you exactly what he knows you crave.

Jeff almost has a habit of ruining everything good in his life. Why not continue that trend with you, too?

Jeff is an impatient creature. He doesn’t like to wait for anything, especially not you. But with the way you’re coaxing him to relax, pushing him back onto the bed, whispering about how he just needs to wind down—how is he supposed to resist? He’ll let you have your fun before he pins you down… for now.

๑ ticci toby

Toby finally his hands on you. After weeks of watching through your windows, weeks of sneaking into your bedroom when you’re in the shower, weeks of following you around when you have no clue he’s there. Finally, you slip up, and he’s not going to be gentle for how long you made him wait.

Toby was a loser. He denied it, even as he whimpered and begged you to go faster, he’d refuse to admit how pathetic he was.

Toby didn’t appreciate how you ran your mouth the entire way back to the mansion. So he had made a mistake? So what? It only took you making fun of him one more time before you was jumping into the backseat and giving you a real reason to run that mouth.

Toby couldn’t get enough of your new stockings.

You have to be quiet, sweetheart. So what if Toby snuck in through your window while your parents are sound asleep? That just means you need to stay silent for him.

Toby knew you didn’t want to move fast. Surely it was alright if he just touched you here… and here… and surely this was okay too, right? You don’t seem to mind.

๑ eyeless jack

Jack knew you were the perfect mate. Your smell, your taste, everything was perfect. He just had to fully make you his.

There is not an inch of your insides that Jack won’t make sure to reach. It’s not just attraction anymore—it’s a feral need to claim every inch of you.

Jack can’t get enough of your belly bulging around his cock. He loves knowing exactly how deep and hard he’s hitting you. He makes it a point to angle himself just right so he can see your tummy bulge with his tip.

Jack loves when you show off just how full he gets you.

Jack followed your scent the entire way home. Your perfume was just so strong, so sweet, so tasty. Could he be blamed if you left your back door unlocked?

Jack thinks you’re in heat more than he is. With the way you just crawled into his lap and begged him to knot you, you’d think you were caught in a rut. Good thing he’s been holding out for a mate, right?

๑ masky (tim wright)

Masky knew you wanted to be fucked so hard your eyes rolled. But he just didn’t care. He knew how to play the long game, knew how to break someone bit by bit. It was almost too easy to watch you fall apart as you ground against his thigh, the remnants of your independence and resistance seeping away with every roll of your hips.

Masky had lost his gentleness long ago. But you for, and your sweet little mouth, he’d try.

Having to camp out for this mission wasn’t so bad as long as Masky had you to keep him company.

Masky knew you kept your door unlocked at night. He also knew you wore the tightest panties that hugged your hips just right. He was already hard, what was the point of jerking off in his bed when he could sneak into yours instead? He’s tried to wake you, but you just looked so peaceful… He’d be easy, he promised.

Masky had more than enough of your mouth this entire mission. First, you mess up his kill, and now you have the nerve to run your mouth? He couldn’t be held accountable for what he was going to do to you.

Masky thought you were just too damn cute to leave alone. He didn’t mean to be a creep, really. But what was he supposed to do when you left your window unlocked like you knew he was watching?

๑ hoodie (brian thomas)

Hoodie wouldn’t show you his face. He wasn’t ready, wasn’t mentally intact enough to make that commitment. But when you’re kissing him through the fabric and running your hands up under the hem, maybe he can make a few exceptions.

Hoodie would save this for later. When his cock twitched late at night thinking about you, he’d just whip out this video and think about how good you felt cumming on him over and over again.

Hoodie knew a good place to go if you wanted some peace and quiet. He walked you through the woods, quietly showing you the way, laying out your blanket for you and everything. But when you began to run your hands along his chest and unhooked his belt, who was he to refuse such a pretty offer?

Hoodie promised you he’d show you exactly how much he missed you after he got home from this mission.

You just couldn’t come quietly, could you? Even after he had tied you up, gagged you, and threw you into the back seat, Hoodie just couldn’t get focus with how whiny and pitiful you were. Maybe if he gave you a reason to really cry you’d learn to be more appreciative.

Hoodie knew you were made for him. No matter how bloody or bruised he ended up every night, you were always there to ease him out of any stress that was left over.

๑ ben drowned

Ben and game nights just never mixed. You’d think a game-loving creature like himself would love to spend time with you playing co-op, but every time without fail, it always seemed to be you who was left with a controller in your hand.

Ben lovvvesssss fucking you at your desk. Doesn’t matter how busy you are—homework, work emails, even busy phone calls—he’s pulling your shorts down and telling you to keep quiet.

Ben thinks you’ve been such a good pet. He’s got a special reward just for you.

Ben thinks you look like a dream. He can’t get enough of your face, your body, all of you. He’d worship the ground you walked on if it was half as enticing as you.

Ben’s fingers are good for more than just keyboard smashing and joystick pressing.

There will always be a spot perfectly made for you under Ben’s desk. You don’t even have to ask—just crawl under and pull his boxers down whenever you like.

๑ x-virus

Cody wanted to test your resolve. He wanted to see just how much you could take before your pretty mind broke into pieces. And to him, there was only one way to test that.

Cody was so grateful that you agreed to let him crash at your place for the night. He was even being so polite—offering to make dinner, taking initiative to see you to bed, asking nicely before sliding in beside you. Surely all this politeness deserved some thanks.

Cody just wants to prepare you for what his cock is actually going to feel like. You don’t get the real thing until he’s satisfied with you.

Cody apparently knows what your body wants more than you do. So stop resisting and do what he’s told you to before he gives you a real reason to cry.

Oh, are you sleepy? That’s alright, Cody doesn’t need you to do very much. Just lay there and be grateful for whatever he gives you.

Cody knows exactly how good you feel despite all the cries and tears you give him. He’s being very generous, maybe you should just be more appreciative.

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