#bandaged-ruby

[forgetmethought]

You gooootta drop the naruto classpect + land list, I am enthralled

lol.. okay, so, I went to check my note, and it turns out I misremembered, bc it looks like i only ever classpected them, and never finished coming up with their lands! unfortunately. but here's what I've got anyway:

I have, however, come up with classpects AND Lands for a few other series, such as Soul Eater, Steven Universe, Achievement Hunter, and a book series I read on a mutual's recommendation, called the Raven Cycle! I'll post those below the cut too, just for funsies, in case anyone cares to check em out.

Soul Eater

Steven Universe

Achievement Hunter

The Raven Cycle

[fangswbenefits]

Mini Ruby

[kakusu-shipping]

I absolutely adore your ruby gloom s/i and her entire gender shes so cute oh my god tell me about them PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE I know you already said it was inspiration but she reminds me SO much of the mummy girl from The scooby doo ghoul school and i LOVED THAT MOVIE SO MUCH AS A KID i just gotta know all about this s/i off design alone

She is like a PEAK little girl gender to me, it's what younger me would have wanted.

Now I don't know if you've actually SEEN Ruby Gloom but it is THE Baby Goth/Emo/Scene show. As in it is a show about and for Baby Goth, Emo, and Scene kids. There are hijinks and shenanigans and mild dark humor and usually no moral at the end of the episode.

She's a mummy, probably. The show is about like Monster Kids but what they are and where they come from never comes up. There is no plot, just kids being friends.

I imagine she can't talk with all the bandaging, and this show isn't the type to bust out actual sign language, so she just mimes and charades her way through conversations, like Doom Kitty. And like Doom, it has varying results. Skull Boy and Ruby can usually figure her out and Misery has a knack for charades and basically always knows what she's saying, but Iris can basically never figure it out, and Frank and Len and Poe all just Assume they know until someone else corrects them.

Sense she can't talk, and her bandages cushion her steps, she tends to accidentally sneak up on people and startle them, mostly Scardy Bat. There's an episode in my head where she keeps startling him, so he puts a bell on her so he can hear when she's coming.. and then she drops the bell somewhere and doesn't notice until it's completely unraveled her, and no one recognizes her unwrapped, so her and Scardy Bat have to backtrack the entire mansion together, avoiding getting seen by anyone else, to find where her bandage trail starts to rewrap her.

She's a lot stronger than most anyone else in the mansion, and can pick up and carry pretty much everyone with ease. Sense Skull Boy's commonly precariously up high and Iris is always seeking wild thrills, this strength is mostly used in catching those two specifically when they fall, though sometimes Poe ropes her into doing hard work for him.

I self ship with Skull Boy with her but they're probably not actually dating in current canon. He, She, and Ruby are in this Love Triangle situation where they all three have a crush on one another, and they're also all like 8-10 so navigating romantic feelings is really hard. So they're all still friends, and will probably stay that way till they're all a bit older.

[writeriguess]

Hii! If you don't mind, can you write an bakugou x fem reader where reader likes Katsuki and everyone including Katsuki knows cuz she always gives him gifts (that he throws out), compliments him, and overall just always there annoying him and one day Katsuki had enough and lashed out on her telling her that she's annoying and insulting her. Reader ofc got hurt by this and stopped. You can decide if it's full angst and no happy ending or angst but happy ending!

If you don't like writing something like this it's fine!! I love your works btww!!💕💕

Too Much

You were relentless.

Every morning, you greeted him with that same bright smile. Every training session, you cheered him on, even when he didn’t need it. Every holiday, you left little gifts—protein bars, extra bandages, even stupid handmade keychains with tiny explosions on them.

And every time, Bakugou threw them away.

It wasn’t that he didn’t notice you. No, everyone knew you liked him. Even he knew. How could he not, when you made it so damn obvious? You were always there, always orbiting around him, always pushing and pushing—until one day, he finally snapped.

It happened after class, in the locker room hallway. You had just handed him another stupid little package, a neatly wrapped box with a bow on top. Probably some homemade treat again. His jaw clenched. His patience ran out.

"Tch—just stop it already!"

You blinked, taken aback. "Huh?"

"Just fucking stop, alright? You’re so goddamn annoying!" His voice was sharp, cutting, full of frustration that had been building for months. "Always following me around, always giving me shit I don’t need, always acting like—like if you do enough, I’ll magically like you back!"

Your hands curled around the gift, fingers trembling. The sting in your chest was immediate, like someone had punched all the air out of your lungs. "I-I just…"

"What, huh? You think if you keep this up, I’ll suddenly give a shit? News flash—I don’t!" His ruby eyes burned into you, his scowl deeper than ever. "I never asked for any of this! So just… fucking quit it already!"

Silence.

You swallowed hard, lips parting like you wanted to say something, but the words never came. Instead, you nodded—once, twice—before clutching the gift to your chest and walking away. No tears. No protests. Just… silence.

And for the first time in a long time, Bakugou felt off.

***

Days passed. You avoided him. You weren’t dumb—you heard people whisper about it. You saw the looks your friends gave you, full of pity. And you hated it. So you threw yourself into training, into your studies, into not thinking about him.

But Bakugou?

He noticed.

At first, he told himself it didn’t matter. But every time he glanced at his desk and saw nothing there, every time he caught himself looking for you in a crowd, every time he found himself missing your voice, something gnawed at him.

And eventually, it ate him alive.

So one day, he found you sitting outside, staring at the sunset, and without thinking, he sat next to you.

You stiffened, eyes flicking to him, but said nothing.

A long silence stretched between you before he finally muttered, "You stopped."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "That’s what you wanted, right?"

His hands curled into fists. "I—…Fuck, I didn’t mean—" He exhaled sharply, frustration mixing with guilt. "Look, I was a dick. I know that. But I didn’t…" He struggled, searching for the right words. "I didn’t want you to go away."

You stared at him for a moment before looking away, voice quiet. "Then why did you tell me to?"

Bakugou had no good answer.

But for the first time, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out—a small, worn-out keychain. One of the stupid explosion ones you had made. The one he hadn’t thrown away.

And for the first time, you saw the faintest dusting of pink on his cheeks as he shoved it toward you.

"Shut up and take it back."

[lumhos]

soulmate au where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist, but it’s their true name.

this isn’t an issue with majority of the population. many people are content with their names and assume their soulmates are the same.

however, it becomes more challenging when these names don’t exactly exist yet. the soulmates of people still in the closet walk around with their soulmate’s real names, their soulmates none the wiser. those who go by nicknames that don’t exist yet. those who change their names for any other reason.

tom hates his name and the one etched across his wrist. in sharp writing, almost like someone drew a dagger and blindly carved it, layed the name “harry”. right above his vein.

it felt like painful irony that someone like him would get such an average name. someone of tom’s excellence, and extremely common name. “a perfect pair” he would internally sneer.

the fact that its a boy’s name is the icing on the cake. tom learns to bind his wrist in thick bandages, ensuring that nobody could peek through the wraps.

tom grows up and eventually forgets about the name. he doesn’t need foolish things like love when he’s meant for something greater. a soulmate would only weigh him down. keep him chained to Earth when he was meant to soar. he couldn’t even tell you the name anymore.

(in reality, tom goes to bed clutching his wrist. his thumb unconsciously caresses the name when he’s in thought. a bitter ache thrums in his chest when he sees his peers walk around the halls, arm-in-arm with their soulmates.

what makes them so much better than him that he can’t find his soulmate? what’s wrong with him? has fate and lady magic deemed him unworthy of her blessing? where is harry?)

and yet, war does a wonderful job of taking things off people’s minds. so when tomorrow sheds his “oh, so muggle” name for the elegant “voldemort”, he doesn’t consider the effect this will take on his soulmate’s wrist.

he doesn’t fully understand until he rises again, robed by pettigrew, looking different. he looks inhuman, but not as much as he should have been, given the blood was taken (forcibly) by an enemy.

as his ruby eyes finally land on potter, he notices a trickle of red dripping off his arm.

a scratched, bleeding red “voldemort” on his wrist.

[cei1ne]

—You have Amnesia and it begins taking a toll on you and your husband

༺ღ༒ Summary: You got into a accident which lead to you not remembering your life with your husband. As you arrive and don’t remember a single detail, it slowly begins to burn Bakugou out and in the end, an argument leads into you falling into a coma.

* . : ｡ ✿ Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

˚ ೃ࿔₊•Tags: Angst; Angst with fluff ending; Fluff; married life; Aged!up

*˚⁺‧͙Warnings: Amnesia; Angst; swearing maybe; Coma; Arguments?

•˖*⑅♡Word count: 4.2k

ˏˋ°•*➷A/N: I was feeling sad and thought, why not make a scenario of a tsundere man breaking down and living a miserable life after his wife he adored more than anything can’t remember a single about him? English isn’t my first language! I’m sorry if you shed a tear xx

The hospital smell still lingers on you as you step out of the car, Katsuki’s hand firm yet careful on the small of your back. He walks beside you silently, guiding you up the path to your home—his home. The once-familiar sight of the towering house now feels foreign, even intimidating.

Katsuki hasn’t said much since picking you up. His usual fiery demeanor has been subdued, his sharp tongue dulled into quiet restraint.

“It’s your home,” he mutters, his voice unusually soft, laced with an almost painful longing. “Our home.”

The words hang in the air as you stare at the house, your mind blank. He’s hoping for something—anything—a flicker of recognition in your eyes. But nothing comes.

After the accident, everything changed. The doctors had explained the severity of the head trauma, the memory loss that might be permanent. It wasn’t your fault, but that didn’t make it any easier for him to accept. Katsuki Bakugou, the number one Pro Hero, couldn’t protect the one person who mattered most to him.

He takes a deep breath, opening the door for you. “Go ahead.”

You step inside hesitantly, the space feeling vast and unfamiliar. The faint smell of burnt caramel—a scent that should’ve been comforting—makes you wrinkle your nose instead.

“It’s…nice,” you say after a pause, your voice awkward and distant.

His ruby eyes narrow slightly as he studies you. The words feel hollow, a far cry from the warmth and vibrancy you used to radiate. You weren’t smiling like you used to. You weren’t cracking jokes or teasing him like you used to. And most of all, you weren’t looking at him the way you used to—with love.

“Take your time,” Katsuki says gruffly, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep himself from reaching for you. “It’ll… come back.” But even he doesn’t sound convinced.

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Weeks after the accident, your condition had not improved much. The bruises on your face, though fading, were stark reminders of what had happened. Bandages still wrapped tightly around your head served as a physical representation of the mental gap that now defined your life. Your movements were slow and cautious, often unsteady. Sometimes you’d pause mid-step, as if unsure where to go or what to do, and Katsuki would rush to steady you, his hands firm but trembling slightly.

Your demeanor had shifted entirely. Where there was once a spark in your eyes, a curiosity and a fire that drew people to you, now there was only a distant emptiness. You spoke softly, often hesitantly, as if the words you were saying didn’t belong to you. Simple things—like recognizing objects around the house or remembering how to make tea—became monumental tasks, and each failure weighed heavily on you.

Katsuki noticed it all. Every stumble, every fleeting expression of frustration that crossed your face when your memory failed you, he took it to heart. At first, he masked his emotions well, trying to be the strong one, as he always had been. But it was impossible to hide the cracks forming beneath the surface. COME BACK GIRL WE NEED YOU

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He started skipping meals, spending every waking moment either helping you or drowning himself in work to avoid his thoughts. His patrols as the number one pro hero became a crutch—an escape. But even there, he wasn’t the same. He’d snap at his sidekicks over minor mistakes or growl at reporters asking about your condition.

When he was home, he barely slept. Most nights, he sat by your side, watching you sleep restlessly. Sometimes you’d mutter in your dreams—names of people he didn’t recognize, fragments of a past life that wasn’t tied to him—and it killed him inside. He’d reach out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, hoping that maybe, just maybe, something would change.

But nothing did.

His physical appearance began to reflect his inner turmoil. Dark circles formed under his eyes, and his sharp jawline became slightly hollowed from missed meals. His usual confidence—bordering on arrogance—was nowhere to be found. Even his explosions, once a controlled release of power, became unpredictable and reckless during training sessions. He was pushing himself too hard, too fast, as if trying to outrun the reality of what had happened.

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One night, after a particularly grueling day, he came home to find you sitting in the living room, staring blankly at a family photo. It was one of the two of you from a happier time—your arms around each other, your smiles radiant. You turned to him as he entered, your eyes filled with confusion.

“I… I don’t remember this,” you said, your voice trembling. “Was I happy?”

The question shattered him. He crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands cupped your face, his eyes burning with an intensity that only he could possess.

“Of course you were,” he said, his voice breaking. “You were the happiest damn person I knew. You lit up every room you walked into. You made me… you made me better.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they didn’t fall. You nodded, as if trying to accept his words, but the doubt in your expression was unmistakable. He felt his chest tighten, the weight of your uncertainty crushing him.

Later that night, after he thought you had fallen asleep, he sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He didn’t hear you stir, didn’t see the way you watched him through half-lidded eyes as his shoulders shook with silent sobs. NOOO STAY STRONG MY BABY

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The days pass in a haze of awkward silences and hesitant conversations. Katsuki tries to act normal, but the cracks in his fiery confidence start to show. Every time you flinch at his touch or hesitate to respond to him, it’s like another stab to the heart.

You spend most of your time wandering the house, unsure of what to do with yourself. Katsuki keeps himself busy training or patrolling as much as possible, but he never strays too far. He’s always home by nightfall, keeping a watchful eye on you from a distance.

One evening, you’re sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a plate of food that’s long gone cold. Katsuki sits across from you, arms crossed, his expression tight with frustration.

“You haven’t eaten all day,” he says, his voice low but firm.

“I’m not hungry,” shut your big back ass up girl you murmur, not meeting his eyes.

“Damn it, you’ve got to eat something,” he snaps, the edge in his voice slipping through despite his efforts to keep calm.

You look up at him, frowning. “I said I’m not hungry.” I say as I’m devouring a whole chips bag while writing this

The silence that follows is heavy, the tension between you palpable. Katsuki stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want.” He stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later that night, you lie in bed, tossing and turning. The bed feels too big, too empty, even though Katsuki is right there beside you. His back is turned to you, his breathing steady but shallow. You can tell he isn’t asleep.

Your eyes drift to the walls, lined with framed photographs. Pictures of the two of you—laughing, kissing, holding each other. There’s even one of you in his hero agency, grinning proudly with your arms around his neck.

You should feel something looking at them. Nostalgia, love, something. But all you feel is emptiness.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into the darkness.

Katsuki hears you. His fingers twitch, and for a moment, it seems like he might turn over and pull you close. But he doesn’t. Instead, he clenches his fists under the covers and mutters, “It’s not your fault.” MY SHAYLAAA

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As the weeks drag on, Katsuki begins to unravel. The fiery determination that once defined him is now replaced by a simmering frustration he can barely contain.

One afternoon, you’re sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. The news is playing, but you’re not really paying attention. Suddenly, a memory surfaces—a fleeting thought about a song you used to like.

“I remembered something!” you exclaim, sitting up straighter.

Katsuki, who’s just walked in from patrol tired and pissed as always, raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? What is it?”

“I think I used to like that song… the one that goes, uh…” You hum a few bars, struggling to recall the rest.

His face falls. “That’s it? That’s what you remembered?”

You frown. “Well, yeah. It’s a start, right?”

He scoffs, rubbing the back of his neck. “A start? That’s useless.” I can’t blame him, I hate this girl even tho I created her

The words hit you like a slap. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he snaps, his voice rising. “Every time you remember something, it’s something stupid like a song or a movie. What about us? What about the things that actually matter?” Boy it’s not our fault ain’t no way you’re blaming us!?

“I’m trying my hardest!” you shout, standing up to face him. “Do you think I like not remembering? Do you think I chose this?”

The argument escalates quickly, both of you yelling over each other until finally, Katsuki storms out, slamming the door behind him.

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You wander aimlessly, tears streaming down your face. Your vision blurs as you make your way to the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest. You don’t see the edge of the counter until it’s too late.

The sharp corner slams into your injured head, and you collapse to the floor. Pain explodes in your skull, and darkness begins to creep into the edges of your vision.

Katsuki hears the loud thud and rushes in, his heart stopping at the sight of you on the floor.

“Shit!” He’s at your side in seconds, his hands trembling as he lifts your head gently. Blood seeps through the bandage on your head, staining his hands and the floor.

“Y/n, stay with me!” he barks, his voice shaking with panic.

You look up at him weakly, your lips trembling. “Katsuki… I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being a horrible wife…” “UNNIE” — “Young-mi! Young-mi!”

“Don’t say that!” he growls, his voice breaking. “You’re not horrible. You’re perfect. You hear me? You’re fucking perfect.”

Your eyes flutter shut, and Katsuki’s heart feels like it’s being ripped out of his chest.

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The next few weeks are hell. You’re in a coma, and Katsuki is barely holding it together. He spends every waking moment by your side, refusing to leave the hospital even when his friends and colleagues beg him to take care of himself.

His once fiery spirit is now a pale ember. He hasn’t shaved in days, his stubble growing thick along his jaw. Dark circles rim his eyes, and his usual sharp demeanor has dulled into quiet despair.

He talks to you constantly, hoping that somehow, his voice will reach you.

“Wake up, damn it,” he mutters one night, his head resting on the edge of your bed. “You can’t leave me like this. You’re too stubborn to give up, remember?” We love a man that motivates us

But the days pass, and you remain unresponsive.

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One evening, Katsuki finally succumbs to exhaustion. He falls asleep with his head resting on your lap, his hand gripping yours loosely. For once, his face is peaceful, the lines of worry softened in sleep.

When your eyes flutter open, the first thing you see is him—your Katsuki. Memories come rushing back in fragments, like pieces of a shattered mirror slowly coming together.

“Katsuki…”

His eyes snap open, and for a moment, he looks dazed. Then he sees you—really sees you—and his heart nearly stops.

“Y/n?” His voice cracks as he sits up, his hands cupping your face gently. “You’re awake?”

You nod, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I remember… I remember everything.”

The relief that washes over his face is indescribable. He pulls you into his arms, holding you so tightly it’s as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he mutters into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I lost you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, clinging to him. “I’m so sorry, Katsuki.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes red and glassy. “Don’t be. You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

He kisses you, his lips gentle but desperate, as if trying to pour every ounce of his love and relief into that one moment.

For the first time in weeks, the house feels like home again. For the first time in weeks, he feels like life is worth living again. For the first time in weeks…

He feels alive.

[polaritydisturbed]

Ok no, I have to get it out of my system, Conrad is bad at podcasting. And just recording anything in general.

The sound padding is doing absolutely nothing. Sure, they’ve got it slapped on the walls, but it’s off to the side. Not behind them. Not in front of them. Just... chilling. Which is useless. You want that padding facing the source of the sound so it can catch the waves before they start bouncing all over the place.

Since both Ruby and Conrad are facing forward with the padding off to the side, her voice is bouncing off the wall behind him and hitting his mic again a split second later. That would be making the audio sound muddy and hollow. Having the foam off to the side like that is like putting a bandage next to your cut and wondering why you’re still bleeding.

Right now, the foam is just there for vibes. Bad vibes.

And who told this man to record in a glass box? Glass is terrible for audio. Everything bounces. Nothing gets absorbed. It turns your voice into a pinball machine. You could have a thousand-dollar mic and it would still sound like you’re talking inside a fishbowl. Plus, that room looks like it’s in the middle of an office space? Why, Conrad, you amoeba-brained sycophant, would you record anything there ever?? The background noise alone would be hell on Earth to try to edit out.

Pop filter and foam windscreen (mic cover)??? Both are designed to reduce plosive sounds—like "p" and "b"—by dispersing the air before it hits the microphone diaphragm. While it’s not wrong to use both, it’s redundant unless you're outdoors or in a particularly plosive-heavy environment. Stacking them can even dull the audio a bit.

Your mic doesn’t need two hats. Calm down.

Not an audio note but a soft box light in the shot?? No. Just no. They should be behind the camera, pointing at you. Or at least off to the side, not pointing directly down the middle. And what really gets me? There are windows. Real, working windows with actual sunlight. And what did Conrad do? He covered them with that useless sound padding. So now it’s badly lit and echoey.

He blocked out free, natural light to keep in the bad sound.

"But what if the sun’s there right when he’s trying to record?" some might say. That’s why curtains exist. And the soft box would still be in a bad spot.

Also, his camera audio is peaking like crazy. Even if he's not using the camera mic for the final cut, it’s still useless to record it like this. You know that Xbox early Halo/COD mic sound? That’s what this would sound like.

This happens when the input gain is too high, causing the audio to clip. Basically, the mic can’t handle it and the sound gets distorted. Ideally, you want your audio levels to peak in the yellow zone, around -12 dB to -6 dB. Not constantly slamming into the red at 0 dB. That’s reserved for 13-year-old prepubescents cursing you out for ruining their kill streak. And that’s it.

On top of that, both the left and right channels on the camera audio look identical, meaning the audio’s been merged into a single mono track. Which isn’t wrong for speech, but it kills any sense of space or direction. For dynamic audio, especially in a two-person setup, you don’t want everything crammed into one lane. (OR they’re both just peaking at the same time continuously, even when they’re not talking, which means it’s picking up background noise at a level so loud it’s pushing the mic into clipping.)

And to make things worse, the little "LIVE" tag in the bottom corner implies this is a livestream. But there doesn’t seem to be any livestream software open on his laptop, so I’m assuming there’s either a second offscreen computer handling the stream, or it’s hooked up to broadcast natively.

Either way, unless those mics are also connected to the camera or that other computer, that peaky, crunchy camera audio is what people are actually hearing.

Finally... it really helps if you hit the record button. He’s just playing back audio. I think that’s more of a “show” thing, but still.

(look I got a fancy degree in this stuff and I have to use it somehow)

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

SPN masterlist ⏐ My AO3

Smut one shots

═ I dreamed of the places I've been with you ═ Sexy dreams and mutual masturbation in the Impala. 4.1.k words

═ Cursed ═ Sex curse and marathon sex. 1.2k words

═ Record ═ Sex tapes, established relationship, Sam burping the worm (sorry). 1.7k words

═ Sense═ Boy king Sam, blindfold and submission. 3.7k words

═ Quick ═ Quickie in the bathroom with boyfriend Sam. 1.4k words

═ Last ═ Cheating and guilt. 1.1k words

═ Share ═ Sharing a bed with Sam at getting naughty at night. 2.2k words

═ Treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate ═ Priest Sam and you desecrate a church. 5.4k words

═ Back ═ Pegging Sam. 1k words

═ Says I'm his favorite (yeah, I better be) ═ The King plays with you while you sleep. More submission and a bit of cock warming. 3.6k words

═ A temporary bandage on a permanent wound ═ After Sam has lost Dean in "Mystery Spot", you find him. Rough and desperate sex, some angst. 8.1k words

═ Sam's nudes ═ Taking classy nudes of Sam, written from an ask

═ Baby giraffe ═ Birthday sex, drunk Sam, effects of drunk fucking. 5.5k words

═ Sam Winchester cries his way through sex ═ Subby, tied up Sam, hook up turned so much more. Lots of edging. 10.9k words

═ Lie ═ Ruby possesses you and offers you to Sam. Non con elements. 1.9k words

═ A moose on the loose ═ Jealous, pining Sam turns into confident backseat fucker Sam. 10.1k words

═ You got me good (I knew you would) ═ Reader's first time, lots of communication. 9.6k words

Fluff one shots

═ You better make it soon before you break my heart ═ Sam and you get drunk, there's dancing & singing and maybe some kissing. 3.3k words

═ We'll make heaven our place on earth ═ Sam encounters one of his memories of you while in heaven during "Dark side of the moon". 525 words

═ You're bossy. And short. ═ Drunk Sam being a jealous menace. 2.1k words

═ Little too tall, could've used a few pounds ═ Based on the episode "Baby". Sam and you trying to be sneaky (and failing). 1k words

═ A man with nothing to offer in a dirty roadhouse ═ Gabriel giving relationship advise, Sam being a cutie, you being scared of commitment. 5,4k words

═ Salty & Malty ═ Sam has the first date jitters. 460 words

═ The Highest Note ═ Sam's ego is bruised because of how quiet you are in the bedroom. Little bit of sexy times. 986 words

═ Skewered ═ Hurt/comfort, you get stabbed, Sam's a sweetheart. 3.5k words

Other one shots

═ Don't it seem like a good time for swimming ═ Short challenge fic about Sam at the beach. 1k words

Series

═ Are you now or have you ever been masterlist ═ Amnesia, grief, post-Gadreel Sam, set in season 9, some reader x Gadreel. 69k words, updates Tuesdays and Fridays

[tourturestarradio]

𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

“𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧.”

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Prompt: Vampire reader x Wolverine/Logan Howlet, (platonically)

Warnings: teenage reader, kinda mean Logan

Part 1

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Professor X stared at you who slept “they appeared last night?” He asked calmly, Jean nodded her head “Storm managed to calm them but they seemed on edge.” She explained, Ororo spoke up “I think it has something to do with these” she muttered pointing to the bruises and cuts you had all over your body.

Charles wheeled himself over to you “they didn’t harm anyone did they?” Ororo shook her head “apart from Logan no, frightened one but that’s all, Logan is cleaning up the mess they made in the kitchen they also seem to be non verbal but we don’t don’t known if it’s on purpose or if they just choose not to speak” she explained looking over you.

Charles placed his hands at the sides of your head traveling through your mind carefully. It was chaotic inside of your head no type of organization going on. Thoughts and messy memories being thrown around, It honestly started to overwhelm him as he backed away. 

As if on cue you sat up growing claws and backing away eyes darting around frantically “hey hey okay” Ororo was quick to calm you, your heart was pumping fast “it’s okay we were only helping” you looked down at your body seeing you were wrapped in bandages.

You looked at the bald man standing up shakily “good morning, I didn’t mean to frighten you” he said with a polite smile, “my name is Charles Xavier, nice to meet you Y/n” during his travel through you head he had caught your name. 

You looked at him questionably “I can tap into your mind” he hummed tapping the side of his head, you looked him up and down “Y/n what nice name, I see you’ve taken a liking to Ororo” the woman with white hair and brown skin smiled at you. 

He pointed to the other woman “that is Jean grey, she helped taking care of your wounds.” You looked at the woman with red hair she also smiled at you “hello”. 

You stayed close to Ororo “and this is Scott,” you tilted your head walking close to him staring at his glasses, reaching for them he stepped away “careful I can’t take these off” you frowned and went back over to the white haired woman.

“We’ve gotten you some clean clothes if you’d like Ororo could show you around” you picked up the clothes you grabbed your wrist but something was wrong looking around you patted around trying to feel for something “is something wrong Y/n?” Ororo asked.

Your eyes scanned the room as you pointed to your wrists, you couldn’t speak but you made small noises Jean came over to you “what’s the matter? Are the bandages too tight?” You shook your head  frantically. 

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you started claw at your arms, Charles tapped into you head again stopping you from harming yourself, one thing kept flashing through your head it was a bracelet. It was gold with red ruby’s embedded into the bracelet. 

He looked over at Jean “a bracelet their looking for a bracelet.” Your head snapped over looking at the him hurrying up to him you nodded “I saw a bracelet on them when I was treating them.” 

She patted her pockets feeling for it, grabbing it out of her pocket she called you over to her. “Here safe and sound” her tone was warm and comforting, snatching it from her you put it on carefully holding it close to your chest.

You seemed to relax once you had it on, causing the others to look at each other “that bracelet does it mean a lot to you” you looked at Ororo nodding slowly. 

She smiled “I’ll make sure it stays safe with you.” You grabbed the clothes, about to take of the medical gown but Ororo stopped you “hold on let’s get you to a room okay?” You nodded following the woman as she left the room.

“Seems like they have favorites” Scott joked, “yeah well she’s the only one who hasn’t used her powers on them” Scott nodded before turning his attention to Charles “what’s up with the kid?” He shook his head.

“They have seen many horrors their mind it’s scrambled broken trying to rebuild itself, no wonder they are always so on guard.” Jean stared at where you once stood “is it a mistake to let them stay here?” She asked, Charles shook his head “no, it’s never a mistake to help someone in need. They just need help clearing their head” he replied.

Scott spoke “so they’re a mutant what’s their power?” Charles thought back on your memories “they seem to have vampiric abilities, speed, strength, hypnotizing, and they can turn themselves into a bat. However they don’t seem to have much control over their powers” he explained.

Scott scoffed “that explains a bit, why don’t they speak?” Charles glanced at Jean “she’ll be able to explain that” Jean seemed to be pulled out of her daze “what…oh when I was patching them up they had a wound on their neck I think someone most likely stabbed them and damaged their throat.” She commented.

Charles looked down “that child has had a rough life from the start, I want to give them a new one a better one”

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You followed Ororo around as she explained the different teachings at the school you hung on every word she said “now our job is to help people, not harm them” she hummed, you looked down the ground “you hurt people when they are trying to attack you, that’s called protecting yourself.” 

You held your stomach “you hungry?” She asked, you nodded your head again “well, you ate up most of the food we had last night, and left behind quiet the mess behind” you looked down in shame.

“Now don’t think you aren’t in trouble, you scared one of the children and hurt someone so before you can eat a proper meal you need to help clean up the mess you made.” She said, you frowned “don’t give me that look” 

You let out a sigh walking into the kitchen behind Ororo “Logan, you’re gonna be getting some help” she exclaimed, “why do I have to clean up after that brats mess?” Ororo rolled her eyes “because you were the one who decided to attack them instead of defusing the situation. Anyway they’ll be helping you clean up” 

You poked your head into the kitchen seeing the man dubbed as Logan. You glared at him growing out your claws but Ororo stopped you “what did I tell you?” You retracted them “now all you have to do is help clean up that’s all.” You nodded, waking into the kitchen “now I’ll be back to check on you in a little bit try not to tear each other apart.” She commented.

You stood there awkwardly staring not knowing what to do. Logan looked over to you “you gonna help or not?” You picked up the food on the floor not knowing what to do you put it back into the box, “what are you doing? Don’t put that back in there. You throw it out” Logan huffed snatching the box away from you. 

You made a smug face at him grabbing more stuff off the ground you threw it away “what did you come here for?” You glanced at him, not saying anything “not a big fan of taking are you?” you shook your head. 

You held up a piece of food “you were hungry?” You nodded, “why didn’t you just say so?” He joked, snickering to himself. You looked at him unamused, he rolled his eyes “if you needed help you could have just knocked at the front door instead of sneaking in we would have helped you.” 

You paused your movement for a moment before getting back to cleaning. Logan looked at you “look kid…I’m sorry I attacked you.” You looked at him blinking nodding your head, pointing to yourself you pointed back to him “what’s that mean?” You pointed to yourself then to him again.

It clicked for him “oh..you’re sorry for hurting me?” You nodded your head he smirked “hm maybe we just had a bad first impression” you nodded again. 

“I’m Logan.” He introduced, you blinked as if waiting for something “…right can’t talk…I’ll ask professor X later.” He muttered to himself.

You slowly walked up to him slowly, grabbing his hand you examined it “what are you doing?” He asked, you looked at his hand pressing your thumb into his knuckles. 

He realized you were trying to see his blades. He slowly slid his blades out you held your hand up growing your nails longer, he retracted his blades and you did the same. He slid out one claw, you copied him and grew out your middle nail. 

You copied him carefully maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought. 

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A/n: *insert really awesome authors note*

[i-am-a-chubby-girl]

Y/N was always confident, she didn't care what others said about her because she promised she would never be put down by anyone again, but sometimes she cares, she cares too much and today is one of those times. On Amazon Lily, an island ruled by strong and proud women, Y/N finds herself surrounded by everything she feels she is not. Then her self-esteem, already weakened by the scars of slavery, begins to crumble, when she realizes that there was someone much better for her boyfriend than her. Consumed by insecurities that refuse to be silenced, Y/N faces herself.

So, I wanted to write something for JJK's Toji, but then this idea stuck in my head and I had to write it, and it ended up being huge. Sorry about that, it's over 10k! Anyway, this one-shot is part of a longfic of mine. Do I have anything written about it besides this one? Yes and no. Have I written it on my computer? No. Do I have it all ready in my head? Yes! Well, English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes! That said, I hope you enjoy it and have a good read!

Title: Insecure, insecure! Words: 12,489 I wrote this while listening to: House With No Mirrors by Sasha Sloan, because this song reminds me of insecurity, I don't know!

WARNINGS: Mention of blood, torture and rape, that last part is implied, you have been warned!

THE SUN SHONE BRIGHTLY in the Calm Belt sky, you and your crew ran from one side to the other preparing to dock, you had been on the Sunny for a whole month, no island in sight, all the food stocked had run out, obviously, and the only interesting things to do were fishing and training, but you didn't really like the latter because you were always paired with Zoro and he never took it easy. You took a breath as you stared at the outline of Amazon Lily starting to appear on the horizon, you had never been there before, all you knew about it came from the little you managed to read in the rare books you managed to get your hands on and from the conversations you overheard during your time with the Celestial Dragons.

The island was inhabited by the people of Kuja, all of them women, the entry of men was strictly forbidden, but you didn't know why. — Land! — You watched as your captain passed by you in what must have been a Gomu Gomu Rocket and sat in his usual place at the head of the Sunny. The laugh escapes you without you realizing it, of course only your captain would be able to get free passage to stay on the island of women whenever he wanted, even if he was a man. Your cheeks heat up as you observe the silhouette of your captain who had become your boyfriend two months ago.

It had only been six months since you were no longer a slave, one hundred and eighty-three days of freedom compared to fifteen years of slavery, sometimes being like this still seems like a dream, you fear opening your eyes and realizing that you are still with the Celestial Dragons and that all of this was nothing more than a dream, a delirium. You owe a lot to the Straw Hats, even more to their captain, if it weren't for Luffy showing you a small glimpse of what it was to be free, of what freedom was, you wouldn't be here.

You stare at your arms, the bandages prevent anyone from seeing the scars on them, but it doesn't stop you from seeing them because you can still feel each one of them, burning against your skin as if they were still open and bleeding, you squeeze your forearm until a small red dot appears staining the bandages, it's nothing bigger than a mosquito bite, but you stare at it and feel something bitter run down your throat. Ah, what precious blood! You can still hear your former master's voice next to your ear. That's it, give me the best rubies, my little girl, you can feel his phantom touches on your arms and legs, squeezing every little fold of your body while he pulls liters and liters of blood from you.

Sick, you think, blood never had any value to you, not when your own blood betrayed you and slaves were less than shit to their owners, but your blood had so much value that it was disgusting, disgusting, repulsive, it was only worse than your tears, they are small and beautiful precious diamonds, your master said with pleasure. — Y/N! — You are forcefully pulled out of your spiral by someone calling your name and then you startle when a pair of hands wrap around your waist, the image of your former master burns in your eyes, but soon that image fades as you are hoisted into the air and pulled into your boyfriend's arms.

— We're almost there, Y/N! — Luffy says excitedly as always, in the distance you can hear Sanji complaining about the way your captain clings to you, sometimes you almost forget that you didn't tell them about your relationship with the rubber man, although you are sure that Robin and Zoro, of all people, already knew about it. You're not hiding your relationship from others because you don't trust them, on the contrary, the truth is that you just... can't understand it! This warm feeling that swells in your chest whenever you're with your boyfriend and crew is something so new and scary, you've never been loved before, your own parents sold you when you were four years old because of that damn Devil Fruit, and everything you loved was broken, destroyed, killed right in front of you, that was your life.

Sometimes, you always regret thinking like this but you can't help it, you wish your former master was here beating you and cursing you for no reason, using you as an object of pleasure and extra income because you know this pain, you're used to it, you know what to expect from it and so you have some kind of control, but I think that lack of control is something that comes with being free, you know? Being free to lose control, to feed a spark of chaos, it's strange how not even losing control was allowed for you, you were always controlled and forced, but not this time.

You let yourself fall against your boyfriend's chest and stare at the outline of the island of women growing on the horizon, your depressive thoughts are still floating through your head, now, you are not always like this, in these last months you have spent all your energy getting to know things in the world that you have never seen, meeting people and learning words that that you never thought you could use, you didn't have time for these thoughts to reach you, not when a new world was opening before your eyes, but you've been stuck on a ship for a month, you're no stranger to having nothing to do, when your master didn't need you, you entertained yourself, the problem is that the entertainment of those who have and can't do anything are their thoughts and your thoughts are bad, in the silence and in the moments when the chaos of the Straw Hats calms down you think, you remember the things you never wanted to think about again. Sighing you look ahead while hoping that on that island you can forget all of this, that that place will take you away from the hell trapped in your head.

You were furious, all you wanted was to help the others dock on the island, get down the few things they had that would stay on the island and help Chopper, Sanji and Frank in their search for supplies for their food, medical care and ship, but that damn cook stopped you the moment you were going to grab the first box saying that a sweet, beautiful little creature like you couldn't hurt your precious hands with that kind of thing, as if your hands were anything but calloused, you were ready to tell him that you literally turned your hand into diamond the other day, but your damn boyfriend appeared out of nowhere in some more of his Gomu Gomu Rocket and curled up on you under Sanji's furious gaze and said that you should explore the island since it was your first time there and then you looked into those bright, happy eyes and then at that sunny smile and... gave in.

The truth is that you're not angry with the blond, you know he didn't mean any harm, it's just the way he is, you're angry with yourself for not being able to leave your old slave habits behind, you always had to be helping or doing something, the truth is that you're afraid that they'll get tired of you and hand you over to another Celestial Dragon like your parents did because you're not worth the effort so you try to please.

Amazon Lily was greener and more floral than you thought, being an island only for women you thought it would be more focused on Victorian aesthetics or something like the houses of the women you've served, but it's a well-designed, practical and beautiful place. For the first time there's no one looking at you, in fact all eyes are on your male companions, after all men are a rarity there, it's strange to be so normal, they're not even looking at your bandages or anything like that, but maybe it's because among the women there are snakes of all kinds and women of all kinds.

You see something out of the corner of your eye and then crouch down to take a closer look, it was a red mushroom with yellow dots. You observe it for a while and decide to poke it a little, the truth was that your master would leave you without food if you were naughty, which was actually an excuse to torture you and keep you tied to him, sometimes you had to find something to eat when the pain of hunger was too intense, you always resorted to easier things: mushrooms, not that they were safe, you've gotten sick and almost died several times because of them, but it became second nature to you and that's why you're so interested in this mushroom in question, you've never seen it before and you wonder if you could eat it or if it was poisonous, well, without Chopper or Sanji around there's only one way to find out.

Your hands were about to pull it out when a loud voice surprises you. — Hi! — You turn around with your heart beating like crazy in your chest, standing behind you with a frighteningly big smile is a huge woman, she has wavy green hair and a head strangely disproportionate to her body and wears clothes of the kind that would make Sanji melt, not that that wasn't normal on that island, but what catches your attention is the huge black panther standing behind her. — Hm... hi. — You answer a little uncertainly, unfortunately six months weren't enough to improve your social behavior. — I don't know what you're doing, but that mushroom is poisonous so I wouldn't play with it if I were you. — The stranger warns you, still keeping her smile on her face.

— Thank you for warning me. — You say as you look at the mushroom in disappointment, oh, why are mushrooms always poisonous? — I'm Boa Sandersonia, I saw you leaving the Straw Hats' ship earlier… Are you a new crew member, a kidnapping or a poor girl who was saved on the way here? — Sandersonia asks you, her eyes are still huge and wide but they seem less kind now. — I'm... a new crew member. — You hesitate a little because in the end you're a poor girl rescued by them. — Y/N, nice to meet you.

Your outstretched hand is almost crushed by Sandersonia's handshake. — It's my pleasure, how long have you been with them, Y/N? — Has this turned into an interrogation now? — Half a year ago, I would say. — Sandersonia continues to hold your hand and continues with her questions. — Are you close to any of them? Like your captain or that weird cook? — Now, who did she think she  was to call Sanji that way? Yes, he was weird, but that could only be taken as a compliment and preferably by people from the crew. Tired, you forcefully release yourself from the green-haired girl's grip. — I'm close to everyone on that ship, because we're a crew, do you want to know anything else?

You were harsher than you intended, but something in that interaction was bothering you and you didn't know what it was. — Calm down, girl, I came in peace! Do you think I'm done here? I hope you like it here, after all, you're one of the precious members of the esteemed and precious Luffy that my sister loves so much! — With that, she moves away from you in the same way she appeared, out of nowhere. You even try to think about her words, you know very well who her sister is, you've seen her from afar once when she came to help you the other day, but before you could continue thinking about it, Nami called you, looking desperate.

— Y/N, I need your help! — The navigator threw herself on top of you while grabbing your arms, her grip almost took you back to the Extraction Chair where they tied you to it with thick leather straps and stuck a bunch of needles into your skin in search of your blood, it was annoying, hot and very, very painful. — What's wrong, Nami? — You ask, you had barely set foot on the island and something had already gone wrong? — Help me get this on the ship! — She says pointing to the side.

Your eyes follow her raised finger and find a pile of money piled up, you can see Robin sitting on a beach chair under the shade of some trees while her duplicate arms carried several bags of money to the ship, oh, now everything made more sense. — You can count on me, Nami! — The truth was that you were dying to be distracted, even more so after the conversation with the second sister Boa.

You are distracted, feeling your muscles burn because of the repetitive movement of bending down, picking up a handful of gold, getting up, climbing the ramp, putting the gold in Nami's room and repeating. You stop on the deck of the Sunny to breathe and feel the fresh breeze of Amazon Lily on your skin as you let your eyes wander over the landscape and that's when you see them, Hancock and Luffy. The two are talking, or rather, the woman is talking, holding her blushing cheeks while your captain seems more interested in devouring the monstrous piece of meat he found somewhere, nothing special.

And that's it, a simple image that you saw the first time you met the Empress of Amazon Lily, you are not a weak person and if you thought that while reading my previous words I apologize, the truth is that even with your depressive thoughts you are not weak, you were sold at the age of four after eating the Kobu-Kobu no Mi, the mineral fruit that allows you to create any mineral and control them, your idiot parents didn't even think about the fortune that you would bring to them with your powers when they sold you, but that doesn't matter now, what matters is that you've heard about your appearance, about your intelligence and your ways and in the past you had to accept everything silently, but that was before you were saved by your crew, in your days of freedom you swore that you would never feel that way again, never again feel like a simple object, but unfortunately, you are still human, different from what your former master always tried to make you believe.

You can still feel fear, anxiety and insecure, it doesn't happen as often, but it still happens, sometimes it's a quick thought in the dead of night, sometimes days debating it mentally, and this time Sandersonia's words invade your mind in one of those moments. Dear and precious Luffy that my sister adores so much, you can't help but notice Boa Hancock's slender and tall figure, she's wearing a red dress almost as beautiful as the rubies you made for your master, her breasts are raised and perky like ridiculous melons, they're bigger than Nami's and Robin's, combined! You look at those eyes that look like shiny onyx stones, her skin is velvety and pale like the inside of a peach, her straight, soft and silky hair and long, thin legs, she certainly doesn't have to worry about whether something looks good on her because that's not a problem for her, because nothing can look bad on women like Boa Hancock.

The image of her next to Luffy, your boyfriend, seems perfect, they would make such a beautiful and powerful couple, the Pirate Empress and the Pirate King, doesn't it sound amazing? Why is your captain wasting his time with you when he has someone like her chasing after him? Hancock is a sight for sore eyes, she can stuff him with food and help him become the Pirate King and as for you? What can you do? Some ridiculous rubies and diamonds that only looked good when your master took them from you by force, having nightmares even when you're awake, you don't even know what love is, damn it! Why is he still with you? You go down the ramp and go back to carrying the bags of money, at that moment you are sure that Luffy would come today and end your two-month relationship because he has the Empress of Amazon Lily with him, what can you offer him that Boa Hancock can't do better?

Night has fallen and your thoughts remain firm and strong, not even the banquet in celebration of your visit can take you out of it, in fact it is just another reminder of what Hancock can do that you can't even dream of copying. From your corner you watch as Nami dances happily with the other women on the island with her cheeks flushed as she celebrates all the gold she got today. Robin continues to relax sitting in a velvet chair while reading her book and calmly drinking an expensive-looking wine, keeping her usual enigmatic smile on her face. No matter how hard you try, you can never guess what that woman is thinking, but you are sure that she knows everything that goes through your head, judging by the fact that she is always the first one to appear at your bedroom door with a glass of water when you wake up from one of your many nightmares.

Jinbe is sitting watching everything with his usual stoic posture, but you have learned to observe in your years of slavery, so you know that he is calm and relaxed. Sanji is melting with all the touches that these almost half-naked women are giving him, after all Sanji is a handsome and daring boy and the people of Kuja do not see many men, the cook is probably in heaven with all this attention. Brook had somehow managed to get into the band and command the show singing with his unique voice and using his own songs. Frank was somewhere getting tips on ship repairs and maintenance while Usopp, Chopper and Luffy, who was holding a piece of meat in his mouth and two others in his hands danced around the fireplace happily and Zoro… Zoro was lost somewhere… again.

You wanted to have fun, you were never invited to parties, you were always the one who prepared everything and served the others, that is when you weren't lying somewhere after having almost all your blood drained, but the moment you thought about joining the festivities you saw the root of your current problems waltzing up to your boyfriend with your perfect pair of legs. Boa Hancock brightens up when she starts talking to her captain who continues dancing almost oblivious to her. At that moment those thoughts come back. Why is he wasting his time with you? Look at her! She's perfect and so beautiful, she must get everything she wants, do you think she also has scars? Does she have an ugly mark like yours on her back? Oh, who are you kidding? Even if she had one, it would look perfect on her like anything else.

Shaking your head to get rid of those thoughts, your eyes scan around looking for something to entertain you. You find Zoro who is... drinking an entire barrel of booze down his throat as if it were nothing? You decide to let it go and approach him. Company always kept most of your bad thoughts at bay. — What's up, Zoro? — You greet him, trying to sound as cheerful as ever. If he noticed anything, he doesn't comment. He just mumbles a greeting, very concerned about grabbing another barrel of beer and drinking it whole as if it were nothing. Your crew was strange, but the Monster Trio stands out like a sore thumb.

You stand next to each other in silence, enjoying the calm, in your case, and the drink, in Zoro's case. After what seemed like an eternity, the swordsman finally says something. — Shouldn't you be having fun with the other idiots? — He asks, yawning at the end and putting his fifth empty barrel of beer aside. Was this the limit? — Yeah… — You answer feeling nervous and your body betrays you when your eyes turn to the root of your problems, your heart tightens when you see how Boa Hancock looked better with your own boyfriend than you, the drink you were carrying burns against your palm in a clear sign that you are not feeling comfortable in your own skin. — I even wanted to, but I lost the will, you know?

The green-haired man just stares at you with his only eye in a clear sign that he knows you are lying, but he doesn't say anything, sometimes he is so similar to Robin that it scares you. — Zoro, what do you do when you don't feel like you are enough? — You don't even realize you said something, you only realize when the man next to you responds after giving you another look. — Like with the swords and stuff? — You end up nodding, still shocked for speaking without thinking. — I train more. — He says with the same seriousness that a doctor says something has no cure.

— What if you find someone better than you? — You ask again and have to control yourself to not look at the captain couple again. — I'll train more. — He answers without hesitation. — What if they're still better than you? — This time you look at the swordsman with determination. — I'll train more. — You have to hold yourself back from yelling, that guy could be so frustrating sometimes. — What if they use their swords better than you?

— I'll train more. — Zoro repeats the same answer as he opens another barrel, apparently five wasn't the limit. — Okay, but what if the problem is that you don't think you're good enough? — You finally ask and feel your cheeks blush when the swordsman stops opening his drink and looks at you, seemingly disinterested. — I'll train more, but I'm thinking this has nothing to do with swords. — He says, finally putting his drink aside and looking at you straight on. At that moment, you had his full attention and it was kind of... unnerving? — What exactly is all this about? — And he continues as direct as ever.

— I don't really know. — You start. — Sometimes I feel alone... very small, as if the whole world could swallow me or something, I'm not very good at this thing of recognizing feelings yet. — Zoro leans against the wall and crosses his arms, looking straight ahead. — Does this have to do with your past or is it something else?

— A little of both. — You mumble and can't help but look at Hancock and your boyfriend again, but when have you had control over something, right? The swordsman follows your gaze this time and snorts when he realizes what's happening. For someone everyone calls an airhead, he's quite shrewd. — If that's your problem, you should talk to Nami, I'm useless at this kind of thing.

— First: don't belittle yourself like that and second: I don't want to distract her from the party because of my insecurities... and third: I don't think I have the money to pay you for this. — You answer, leaning against the wall next to him. — You have all the points, but you also know that you'll have to talk about this with someone who really understands it sooner or later, I'd tell you to talk to Robin, but I don't think anything would come of it. — He says before yawning again, looking sleepy.

Guys, since when did Zoro of all people become so wise? Or has he always been like this in his own way? The Monster Trio always ends up surprising you in the end. — I know, but... I don't know how to do this. — You vent, ready to tell him part of your thoughts. — I don't know anything outside of slavery, that was all I was until a few months ago, I'm fucked. I can't understand my feelings, I can't express them properly, I'm still afraid of being hit for talking too much... for caring too much.

At that moment you forgot you were talking to him. — Some days were easier than others, you know? When he just beat me and forced me to sleep with him, I could handle that, the problem was when he wanted diamonds and rubies, no matter how many I created for him, he would always say I lacked originality... feeling. I'm a patchwork quilt with more mental problems than fish in the sea, I don't know how to live in a group, I don't know how to be free, can I really do and say whatever I want without being punished for it? Is there really a life free from shackles? Sometimes I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop, the moment when all of you will realize that I'm more trouble than I'm worth and will hand me over to the first Celestial Dragon you see and then I...

You turn around ready to look at the swordsman, but then he hits you with a strong flick in the middle of your forehead, interrupting you. — What the fuck! — You hiss, rubbing the area you were hit with, but it doesn't do much good. You've seen that guy knock down giants and he didn't even measure his strength when he hit you. — Why did you do that? — You whine, you thought you were safe with him. — Because you're being stupid. — He answers simply and it kind of hurts coming from him. — Everyone on that ship likes you, Nami is willing to charge you less and she doesn't even give you interest! There's no way we can give you back, never! — He says, turning around and looking at you. The truth is that he's in front of you while you're between him and the wall behind you. When did you get into this position?

You blink, absorbing his words and then your cheeks burn and a smile forms on your lips and there was that warm feeling swelling your chest... that actually felt good. — Oh, my brave swordsman likes me now? — You say, unable to help but tease him a little. — Don't force it. — He says and looks away from you, but that doesn't stop you from seeing his cheeks blush, you throw yourself at him and hug him tightly. — Don't be mean, you know I like you more than Sanji! — Strange how this crew had the gift of making his bad thoughts disappear. — I'm telling him that! — He says looking angry, but he still returns the hug. — Don't ruin the moment, you annoying bastard! — You complain playfully before sticking your tongue out at him, you hug for a while and before separating you thank him. — Thank you!

— For what? — He says once you're no longer together. — For listening, you're very good at it, better than Nami I dare say.  —  Zoro clicks his tongue. — Cheaper, you mean, small threat! — Your nickname slips through his lips. — It was nothing. — He ends up messing up your hair, this time you don't even fight with him for messing up your hair.

— Y/N! — Someone shouts your name and you don't have time to do anything before you're wrapped in your captain's elastic arms, he really likes doing that to you. — What's wrong, Luffy? — You ask, looking at your captain's laughing form clinging to you. — Nothing, I just wanted to hug you! — He says with his usual wide smile, you feel your cheeks flush and let out a nervous laugh and everything gets worse when Zoro snorts a laugh beside you and rolls his eyes. — Jealous. — The swordsman grumbles as he goes back to the sixth forgotten barrel of booze. Out of the corner of your eye you can see how Boa Hancock looks furious because she was ignored by the love of her life while Sandersonia just watches you with a placid face that at the same time seemed empty, but you don't focus much on that and instead on the temperature of your boyfriend's body wrapped around yours.

The time for the banquet finally arrived, everyone was eating and chatting happily, except for you who was sad because you were sitting next to Sandersonia and Marigold who, unlike her older sisters, seemed too serious and reserved. You wanted to talk more with Zoro, tell him how you still feel your scars vibrating on your skin, how sometimes it feels like you have too much blood in your body and it burns and you just want to get it out of you, but he is far from you next to Sanji, at least there is something good in that. Luffy is sitting in front of you, but unfortunately Boa Hancock is in the seat next to him.

You sigh knowing that this will be a dinner where all you have to keep you company will be your thoughts. You are distractedly stirring the food with your fork when you notice Luffy's outstretched arms going back and forth across the table, you also notice how he leaves some pieces of meat and other dishes on your plate. One of the first things you learned about Luffy is that he loves to eat and like your boyfriend, he loves to give you everything he finds tasty, it was his way of saying he likes you, you smile at that and that's when you notice the strange silence that covers the table, what happened?

You take your eyes off your plate and look up and realize that everyone is looking at you as if you had become a sea monster, in fact they are looking at you, your plate and your captain, and that's when you realize. You hadn't told anyone about your relationship and usually when you are on the Sunny everyone's food is kind of the same except for the women's so it was always you who gave Luffy some of your meal, but now the opposite is happening, Monkey D. Luffy, the food lover, is giving you food before he eats and no one but you, Zoro, Robin and Luffy know why, not that the latter really cares. You try to think of something to end this tense atmosphere, but then your boyfriend with bad timing shoves a piece of meat into your mouth with more force than he should. — Y/N, you have to try this! — He says happily with a mouthful of meat while you struggle to swallow and even choke a little, but manage to swallow in the end. — Luffy, how many times have I asked you to be more careful? Not everyone can stretch like you! — You scold him.

— But I wanted you to taste it! — He says staring at you with a pout like a kicked puppy and you sigh in defeat. — Okay, just be more careful next time. — The mention that this could happen again, the fact that the Straw Hat captain shared the food with you, not the part about you choking, snaps Hancock out of her frozen state. — I didn't know my Luffy was so attentive to his crew members! — Your voice sounds soft and sweet like sugar syrup along with your smile that is just a show of teeth, but your eyes are cold and sharp.

— It's because Y/N is my girlfriend! — Your captain answers as if commenting on the mood before stuffing an entire thigh of something in his mouth and pulling the completely clean bone out of there just a second later, your cheeks exploding red at the way your relationship was exposed, — Luffy, we promised this would stay between us for now! — You whine. — Oops! — Your boyfriend says with his cheeks full of meat while not looking the least bit sorry. Everyone around the table screamed in surprise except for you, your captain, Zoro and Robin who already knew this obvious fact. — Are you two dating? — Nami screams in shock along with a heartbroken-eyed Sanji, he can't believe that a little thing as cute as you is with his captain. — Yes, it's been about two months now. — You say shyly as you look at your plate.

— Wasn't that obvious? — Zoro asks in his usual simple tone as he drinks more beer. — It wasn't obvious at all, you shitty marimo! — Sanji screams with sharp teeth and burning eyes at the swordsman who ignores him while Nami looks pale for not having noticed something that Zoro, of all people, had noticed. — My love! — Boa Hancock says finally recovering from the imaginary stab that hit her chest hard. — Why are you dating that? — She says with venom dripping from the corner of her mouth like the snake she is. — I'm better than her, I can fill you with food, money and help you become the Pirate King, so why her and not me?

Your body tenses at her words, and only Robin and Zoro seem to notice it, the Pirate Empress asked the question you wanted to ask for so long. — Because I like her! — Luffy answers simply again and it's as if another stab hits Hancock's chest who falls back theatrically with a hand over her forehead and a jet of blood escapes from her mouth, Nami explodes in her place, stands up, slamming her hands on the table and growls at her captain. — Don't say that, you idiot! You like meat, not people, you imbecile!

At that the captain's face frowns in confusion and he tilts his head to the side. — But I like Y/N! — The navigator foams at the mouth in anger, but before she opens her mouth again Nico Robin finally speaks for the first time since they arrived on that island. — What our dear navigator meant, captain, is that you usually use “like” for things and even friends, but for boyfriends you should use “love”! — The archaeologist blinks her eyes as a sweet smile spreads across her face.

Then something happens that shocks everyone at the table and stabs another knife deep into the heart of the captain of the Kuja Pirates, the always happy and idiotic face of Monkey D. Luffy blushes, but he blushes so hard that his cheeks turn the color of his shirt. — I-I know that! — He says a little too loudly as he looks away to the side with a pout on his red face. — But whenever I think about using that word with “L” with Y/N ​​my stomach feels weird as if it were sick and I don't like that!

Now it's your turn to have your cheeks blushed, you've been doing that a lot this one day, seeing your boyfriend blushing and saying that kind of thing is too much for your heart unprepared for emotions. — But, captain, don't you think Ms. Y/N deserves to hear that word coming from you? — Robin says with a toothy smile and you want to strangle her, is there no way this woman doesn't realize that her heart could explode at any moment? — Y/N! — A voice suddenly calls you, you turn around and come face to face with your boyfriend's face very close to yours, he stretched his neck over the table so he could look at you closely. — I love you! — He says keeping that radiant smile on his face and in that moment your heart forgot how to beat and every part of you shorted out. — You're going to be my queen! — Luffy adds laughing.

— Luffy! — You hiss like a kettle as your face heats up so much that smoke comes out of it, that's it, he broke you. The moment is broken when Boa Hancock finally recovers from the stabs that this banquet stuck in her chest, she has tears starting to form in her eyes as she turns and runs away, Salome, her huge white pet snake follows her, her sisters who were by her side stand up with great strength and speed, the joint movement of the two is so powerful that it knocks over some objects on the table, including your wine glass that falls right on your chest and you freeze.

It's strange how wine, of all things, can remind you of blood, even more so when its dark shade of red spreads across your shirt and it's like you're back in the Extraction Chair, you feel the boiling needles entering your veins and how it hurts, unfortunately this was the only way to stop your blood from hardening outside your body, you try to free yourself but the restraints on your wrists and ankles are so tight that it would be easier to break your bones than to free yourself, tears sting your vision, but it doesn't take long for them to cool and harden into small pieces of diamonds that are quickly collected and stored, you hate every second of it, you hate yourself for eating that damn fruit in a desperate haze of hunger, you want to die, you want to kill them, but you know you'll never be able to do it because you're useless.

A tap on your shoulder is what forcefully pulls you out of your thoughts, you look at the figure of Sandersonia that looks at you as if she had seen a ghost and it is obvious that the other one realizes that you are not well, after all you are pale and sweating cold. — Your blouse was stained, I am sorry about that. — The gorgon sister says and seems really sorry, you swallow hard and hide your hands under the table, you dig your nails into the palm of your hand until blood flows from the cuts, it doesn't last long when a second later a ruby ​​crust forms on them, but the pain manages to bring you back completely. You give a shaky smile. — It's okay, I'll just change it!

— Not at all, that was my fault, so how about I get you some native clothes and show you a little of Kuja's hospitality? — Sandersonia says and the smile she gives you this time seems sincere, different from the almost apathetic look she gave you at dinner before. — I-it's okay. — You stutter a question as you are guided by her, as you move away from the table you realize that the festive mood has been completely ruined and you blame yourself for it because of course everything bad would be your fault, you also realize that Marigold has disappeared probably going after her older sister.

You follow the greenish into a cabin, you can already see several pieces of clothing scattered everywhere and smell a faint scent of sandalwood wandering in the air, you find it strange that Sandersonia is helping you after being so deliberately hostile to you before, but you want to give her the benefit of the doubt. — You know, I kind of suspected that you two were dating, I didn't want to believe it, but I already suspected it. — The giant woman says while rummaging through a closet. — Excuse me? — You say very confused by your words.

— Well, I saw how you were making out on your ship before, but I wanted to believe that it was unilateral on your part, after all your captain is not the sharpest tool and can be quite... dense, but in the end my suspicions were right. — She says as she goes to the large tub in the middle of the cabin and throws something into the water. — I'm sorry if I was rude or mean to you, but my sisters and I can be very protective of those we love. — She gives you another sincere smile and you have already forgiven her because you wanted to leave all the hate behind. — Anyway, I prepared a bath for you, I think you need one, while you wash yourself I'll get some clothes.

You watch Sandersonia leave the cabin, not before she strokes the head of her pet panther. Still uncertain of the other's intentions you exist a little, but in the end soon, the wine was starting to stick your clothes to your skin making you remember the feeling of your blood hardening into ruby ​​on your skin and you don't want to remember that. You carefully undo the bandages on your arms and legs and you can feel the panther's watchful eyes on your every move, but that doesn't matter at the moment because you're busy tracing every jagged scar on your skin, they were puncture marks, cuts and burns spread out there as if it were a knife sharpener or something. You touch the largest of them, a long, thick line that was given to you the day you won your freedom.

You remember perfectly the moment your owner pulled you forward ready to thank the pirates for saving his treasure, he asks what they want to gain, gold, pleasure or perhaps a precious ruby. He doesn't even wait as he rolls up your sleeve and pulls out his machete and plunges it into your flesh without even flinching at it, in seconds your arm is open and the Straw Hats look in shock at the scene before them, your blood spurts out forcefully from the cut, but before it hits the ground it hardens and turns to ruby.

It takes a while, but soon everyone realizes that the rubies that the nobleman uses, that he sells and that he displays in his house came from the same place. Your captain didn't even pay attention to the words that his former master was spewing, his straw hat fell on his forehead hiding his eyes, but something in the atmosphere had changed, it became heavy, almost suffocating, at that moment you could have stumbled if you weren't being held in place by the nobleman's firm grip. Luffy just walked towards you in a silent way that didn't suit him at all and then as fast as he could be he punched your former owner in the face so hard that he flew out of his stupid chair made of rubies and went through three walls.

You shake your head and let that memory disappear from your mind, it wasn't time to think about the past, you had to take a shower and return to your crew, you unbutton your shirt and let it slide down your shoulders and that's when Sandersonia comes back. — Here, I found some clothes that fit perfectly on… my god! — The gorgon screams as she lets the clothes fall at her feet, you glance over your shoulder at her very confused and that's when the other responds. — Your-your-your back…

— Ah! — You exclaim in understanding. — My back is very ugly, isn't it? — You say with a little smile, you knew that the same scars on your arms and legs were in greater quantity on your back along with the huge mark of the Celestial Dragon burned into your skin in a clear undeniable sign of what you once were, a slave. — Sorry for making you see this, sometimes I forget it's there. — It's not a lie, whenever you took a shower it was something quick with the intention of washing yourself, you didn't have time to waste thinking about the mark on your back, you can still remember the shock on Nami's face and the pain on Robin's.

— You... you were also a slave. — Sandersonia whispers, but something in her sentence catches your attention, you were also one, you turn to the still pale figure of the woman with wide eyes. — You were also? — You ask even though you already know the answer to that. — Me and my sisters… — Sandersonia says as her hands clench into fists and her expression closes, no more words were needed, your doubts were confirmed. — I'm sorry. — You apologize, both for the sisters' situation and for the fact that you thought Boa Hancock's life had been perfect, you had forgotten that tragedy doesn't look at appearances.

— No, it's okay, it was… it was a long time ago. — She says sniffling a little, you understand that this subject must be sensitive for her. — And for you, how long has it been? — She asks as she bends down to gather the clothes she dropped earlier. — Six months. — You say looking at your hands so you don't notice how the other's body freezes in the middle of your actions. — I see… — Sandersonia says simply before turning to you with a huge smile. — Okay, let's finish this bath and leave you like a typical Kuja woman! — You smile at her enthusiasm and let her wash and dress you.

The shower ended without any surprises after your little chat, soon you were smelling of fruit and wearing a pair of Kuja's very revealing clothes, the only difference was that you had a coat with long, loose sleeves at the end to hide your abused arms and back and a garter belt with dark stockings to hide your legs, at first it felt strange to wear so little fabric because of your scars, but Sandersonia ended up forcing you to go out like that when she showed you the coat and stockings. You were still feeling bad for thinking that Boa Hancock's life had always been easy, of all people, you knew very well how cruel life could be.

The feeling of anger was still inside you and you needed to get it out of you, the people of Kuja had been hospitable to you and your crew so you didn't want to thank them by destroying their things, one of the things that being free gave you was being able to release your anger and frustration by breaking things. That's how you find Zoro standing in a corner drinking another barrel of beer as if it were water, you don't think much before going to him, conjures a bit of diamond that wraps around his hand, just enough to cover the top of your fist and when you're very close to him you punch him hard in the shoulder.

The blow must have had considerable force because he looks at you angrily.  —  What was that for? -- Zoro asks as his hand goes to his swords, you forgot how much he likes fights when he's drunk.  —  I was angry and needed to hit something that wouldn't break and you were the chosen one, my friend!  —  You say with a cute smile on your face feeling much better now.  —  Thank you?  —  The swordsman says not very sure if that was a compliment or not, of course only someone from the Monster Trio would think of that as a possible compliment. Zoro finally looks at you and you realize that he noticed your clothes the moment he chokes and his cheeks explode red. — What the hell are you wearing?

 —  Kuju clothes! — You answer while swaying on your feet that are wearing stiletto heels, according to Sandersonia your sneakers should never be worn with that outfit, it would be a crime against fashion or something.. — Has our captain seen you yet? — The greenish man asks. — No, has anyone on our crew seen you yet? — He reformulates his question.

— No, you were the first one I found, why? — You look at your vice-captain confused, but the man just gives you a shit-eating smile before grabbing you by the wrist and starting to pull you with him. — This is going to be fun. — He says as he takes you back to the party that continued as if nothing had happened.

— Y/N-swan! — Of course the first one to notice you is Sanji, he always knew when a woman was approaching him even when his back was turned like now. The cook turns to you ready to begin his passionate act, you being his captain's girlfriend hasn't diminished the love he feels for you at all, it seems, the blond was ready to kneel before you and sing praises to you, but he froze when he saw you, you can see his blood pressure rising as his body turned red and then his nose explodes in a jet of blood that threw him away while saying your name with adoration, the rest of the crew wasn't far behind him.

Usopp's jaw dropped with his cheeks flushed as he couldn't stop looking at you, Chopper had let out a high-pitched scream and hidden behind a table, in fact it was only his head that was hidden while his whole body was out. Frank and Jinbe looked at you slightly blushing before looking away, Brook's jaw was missing as he spoke nonsense about finally seeing a pair of panties, Nami was a blushing mess as her eyes looked at your every feature with attention and Robin, well, Robin just smiled behind her book looking very satisfied. — I wonder what our captain will do when he sees this. — She says as enigmatic as ever, the truth is that you don't understand all this fuss over pieces of clothing, I mean, you've worn worse clothes than this for your former master and still no one had ever reacted like this before.

— What do I have to see? — Luffy asks, appearing in the middle of his crew with his mouth full of meat and with other pieces in his hands. He looks at everyone, but when his eyes land on your plump figure with those clothes, what follows takes everyone by surprise. Even Nico Robin's mouth is open in shock. Not only did the rubber man's cheeks blush, but a small trickle of blood runs down his nose. You blush, finally understanding why everyone was like that before. Sexual desire, your mind provides. — Y/N. — Luffy says, looking delighted. — This is much better than meat!

Your boyfriend's statement makes your face burst into flames, much worse than the other times. You feel a confusion of feelings grow in your chest. Everything suddenly gets confused in your head, so you do the first thing you think of, you run. You run away while you hear your crew laugh and start saying how they didn't know your adorable captain had thoughts like that. Hearing that only makes you run even faster, and that's how you get lost. Great, you did the same as Zoro.

Sighing, you decide to take a walk and enjoy Amazon Lily more. After all, the next morning you would be leaving and heading to the next island. You observe how the island's fauna and flora change in the soft light of the night. It's all so beautiful and precious, and it makes you wonder if the diamonds that come from your tears and the ruby ​​that comes from your blood could also be so beautiful if they hadn't been exploited by the nobles. The sound of crying in the distance catches your attention. You didn't want to interfere in other people's problems, but you were already here and knew very well how painful crying alone can be, even more so when you know that after that there will be no one there for you. With that in mind, you look for the source of the crying.

You go deeper into the forest and end up finding the source of the crying, Boa Hancock. The pirate captain is sitting on the root of a tree with her face buried in her arms as her sobs make her body tremble while her pet snake rubs its body against her trying to calm her down, the sight of her makes you sick, Hancock really loved her boyfriend, you decide to go back the same way you came and leave her in her sadness in peace, but of course you had to step on a damn branch, Salome stares at you with the eyes of a predator and when she realizes it's you she shows her fangs in threat, her owner also notices you with tearful and red eyes.

— What did you come to do here? — She asks angrily as she sniffs and rubs the sleeve of her dress on her face.  — Did you come to throw in my face that he likes you and not me? — She growls and you feel afraid of her, you were finally beginning to understand why that woman had been a Shichibukai, you had seen the strength of that woman on the battlefield before, but it was the first time that all that anger was directed only at you.  — N-no. —  You try to defend yourself, but suddenly it's as if you're standing before your former master and he's approaching you with a whip in his hand and furious eyes.

— So you came to mock me for being so pathetic and running after a man who doesn't care about me? — You know she's yelling at you, but it's not her voice you hear, it's your former master's. Do you think you can make a fool of me, you little bitch?! His voice screams in your mind as you back away. — No-no. — You can't even say it with the lump forming in your throat.

— Oh, so what did you come here to do? — I'm going to teach you to never deceive me again, you hear your former master and you can see him coming towards you with heavy steps and anger in his eyes. — Show me your perfect little life? — I'm going to take every last drop of blood from you and then I'm going to open you up and find out if you're golden inside too, my little goose! You dig your nails hard into your palm, it was so strong that blood ran and dripped onto the floor, forming a ruby ​​pool next to your feet, but the pain is enough to make you remember where you are, but not completely.

Come on, what did Robin say when you had your first episode? You're not even listening to what the Pirate Empress is saying now. Say something you can see, okay, a bunch of trees, now say something you can hear, Hancock's grumbling, now something you can feel, the cold wind on your skin and the taste of rust in your throat. Calmer, you take a deep breath, now you're back to being yourself. — I didn't come to make fun of anyone, Hancock, I just got worried when I heard someone crying. — You finally approach her and your snake, ignoring the way the animal shows its teeth at you, the truth is that you're not afraid of Salome, you only fear humans. — Are you okay? — You ask the captain.

 — I-it doesn't matter! — She screams with pink cheeks. — I won't give up just because he's yours now! — She stands up and points a finger right in your face, scaring you a little. — I'll still steal his heart, I'll be your rival, Y/N! Your rival! — A beat of silence occurs and you just stare at that beautiful woman who is declaring war on you because of your completely oblivious boyfriend. How can someone like Boa Hancock feel threatened, despised, humiliated by someone like you? At that moment it becomes clear to you how confusing life is, you had forgotten that the Snake Princess was as human as you.

You huff out a laugh, you even try to hold it in, but soon you give in and laugh heartily, shaking your plump body with each laugh, you finally realized the madness of your thoughts all day, you really were an idiot, weren't you?

— Y-you're laughing at me? — Boa Hancock screams with an incredulous face and flushed cheeks, how dare you mock her as a rival? — It's nothing like that! — You say still laughing. — It's just that I finally realized that you're as human as I am! — You sigh calmly and wipe a stray tear from the corner of your eye, the tear glistening against your already hardened finger, you look at the small diamond and smile. — You know, I was so jealous of you. You're so much better for Luffy than me, anyone with eyes would say that! You're so beautiful, powerful and what am I? Damaged goods.

You let the diamond fall to the ground anyway. — Used and discarded, but you know what it's like to feel like that... to be like that, don't you? — You look at her and notice how confused she looks. — I know about the mark, the one you have on your back. — You say and look away, you can't expose that part of her life and still look her in the eyes. And that's why you don't notice when the captain's confusion disappears, how her eyes double in size in fright before filling with anger. — Who told you? — She growls as she grabs you by the arms and forces you to face her. — It was Sandersonia, but it's not her fault! — You say, noticing how her anger only increases when she realizes that she was betrayed by her sister. — She only told me because she saw mine first!

— Yours? — She asks, sounding angry and confused at the same time. You knew that getting on her bad side was terrible, even deadly, but here you were, pushing all her buttons. — But does that mean that… — She stops, her anger disappearing from her face as her face becomes completely serious when she realizes what her words mean. — That I was a slave? Yes, I was and I'm not proud of it at all. — You answer and bite your lip before looking away. — My parents sold me to the nobility when I was four years old and only because I could create some stupid little rocks! — You growl at the end, just thinking about your parents fills you with rage, you don't even know what you would do if you met them again.

You look forward and face the Snake Princess. — It was only when I learned what you once were that I realized that no matter how perfect someone seems to be, life will still fuck them up one way or another and that even if I'm not like you, someone is willing to love me anyway, even when I can't do it. — You don't hesitate when you hold her face in your hand and caress her cheek. — When I was saved by them and didn't know what to do, to be free, to choose what I wanted, to be desired for myself and not for what I can do, this is so new and scary to me, sometimes I think they'll get tired of me and other times I'm sure of it so I just wait for the moment when they'll send me back to the nobles and I'll be alone again, unwanted... what a stupid thing to think when my captain is Luffy, right?

You sigh with a smile on your lips when you think about your boyfriend. — Luffy is amazing, isn't he? — You don't even realize you said anything, only when Hancock grabs you by the shoulders with wide eyes and flared nostrils. — And so handsome! — She says with a smile in a passionate tone again. — He's always there when you need him, using every last bit of his strength and keeping that smile on his face... it's so unfair! — She grumbled, looking much more like the Hancock you saw from afar.

— Don't even talk to me about that smile! — You groan,  like that smile it messed with you. — I still remember when he smiled like that at me the first time, it was like looking straight into the sun and then he simply says he's going to get me out of my prison and I'll be his companion and then it didn't matter how much pain I felt or how chaotic my mind and heart seemed, it was like I just knew that everything was going to be... okay!

— Yeah, that's my Luffy's power! — The Snake Princess says as she jumps in her place still clinging to you, euphoric for talking about your love. — Don't even tell me, it was because of him that I kind of punched a Celestial Dragon right in the face. — You wilt as you remember it, punching your master in the face was the most satisfying thing you've ever done, but the reward it gave you wasn't, you'd only been a pirate for six months and your reward was almost the same as your captain's.

— You did what? — Hancock asks, looking at you with such intensity that you end up blushing, she wasn't looking at you with anger, she was looking at you with a mixture of respect and adoration that made you wonder how your boyfriend managed to remain so indifferent in her eyes. — W-well, he was my old master. Luffy kind of beat him up first so everyone was fighting back and forth when someone simply shouts that the navy was coming. — You start to tell a little insecurely, but as you go on in the story you get excited as you remember your first glimpse of freedom.

— Then Luffy just sends a bunch of them flying through the air like it was nothing, and he stands there with his bright smile and his straw hat on his head looking like a distorted and improved version of a knight in shining armor. — You say as you move away from the other woman and imitate the blows of the fight. — This is your life, Y/N, you are the one who must choose how to live it! — You try to imitate your captain's voice. — He says as he looks at me and extends his arm to me and I think: I want this, this freedom. But of course my idiot ex-owner couldn't just stay quiet in his corner. Suddenly he is by my side calling me a filthy whore and saying how useless I was. I will take every last drop of blood from you and then let your body be eaten by the lords of the seas! He shouted as he came to me wielding the whip he tried to use on me, I wanted to run away, but Luffy's words were still in my head!

You sigh happily, oh, that feeling of breaking the chain and rebelling was still inside you and it was so, so good, it was like a pleasant chill that goes down your arms and stops in your chest, how can you forget that? — So I didn't think, when he got really close to me I conjured a bunch of diamonds in my fist and said that I would never serve an old, disgusting son of a bitch like him again and boom! I threw the hardest punch I've ever thrown in my life, I felt the impact underneath all that diamond and watched with satisfaction as his face deformed as he broke five more walls with his useless body! — You laugh as you imitate the punch you gave him. — After that I hear a loud and amused laugh and then there are arms wrapped around my waist and the next moment I'm being pulled out of the building as I free fall into the Straw Hat's arms and that was the best moment of my life!

Hancock laughs with gusto, laughs so much that she throws her head back and her body shakes with the force of her laughter. — You're crazy! — She says still laughing and you realize for the thousandth time that night how beautiful Hancock is and wonder how she manages to continue as if nothing had happened. — Can I do what? — The captain asks with a hint of a smile on her lips and only at that moment do you realize that you had said that out loud, something that has been happening a lot lately. — Pretending that it never happened and moving on being so… you? — You ask, looking at the other.

— I don’t pretend at all. — She answers as she looks up and stares at the moon that shines beautifully. — And I just take all that anger and channel it into my goals. — She says, but it doesn’t seem like she notices what she’s doing as if her mind is stuck in memories. — But doesn’t it hurt? — You ask and hold your chest, you want to move on, but you can’t get over those memories, you can’t forget the pain, sadness and despair, maybe it was just too fresh on your skin still.

— All the time, but what should I have done?  — ​​She says, still staring at the moon. — Sitting with my arms crossed, brooding over the past while my life and my sisters’ lives are at a standstill because of some shitty men? — She growls angrily, you look at the moon too.  — But how can you use the part of you that was given to you by them? — You ask, how could he use that anger even when everything would always remind him of that time?

— Unfortunately, that's who I am now. Do you think I had any power before I was taken by them? — She looks at you, looking determined. — They forced a Devil Fruit on me just for fun, and what did I do? Stay quiet and let them use me as they wanted? No way! I took that power and brought hell to them, I took everything they gave me and gave it back with interest! — You look at her and then open a cheerful smile, like the people on your crew she knew how to lift your spirits. — Damn, how is it possible that you get more perfect every minute?

She opens a toothy and arrogant smile that suits her very well and then places a hand on her puffed out chest. — Of course I'm perfect! But you're not far behind either, after all you're my rival! — Hancock says with her nose in the air at her own words. You smile before looking at your own hand and you make a decision. It took a lot of concentration, after all you were on edge and had a panic attack a short time ago, but soon a pale glow (your favorite color) appears in your palm and a stone slowly comes out of your skin, it doesn't hurt or anything like that, but it's a little disconcerting to see it because of your memories but you persist and soon the jewel is ready.

It's small, it must be the size of a coin, it's orange and red in color and it's shiny, unfortunately its shape was a little crooked and it looked like a weird heart since you were still learning how to cut them at the time, Hancock just stared at everything you did in fascination. — Here. — You say placing the small stone in the Snake Princess's hand. — Sorry about the weird shape, I'm still learning this!

— Why are you giving me this? — The other pirate asks, staring at the small stone in admiration. — I don't really know. — You begin. — But I made a stone for all my crew members, something that would remind me of them and since you're kind of my rival now, I thought it was fair that you got one too! — You finish by shrugging. — That reminds you of them… — Hancock whispers. — And which one did you give to Luffy?

— Red Jasper, Tiger's Eye… I'm actually always giving him stones, not that he really cares about it, but he gives me so many feelings, courage, love, loyalty, there are so many that I can't attribute it to just one stone. — You complain while the other smiles, agreeing with your words. — So what stone is that? — The brunette asks.

— It's a carnelian! — You respond, rocking on your heels. — And what's its meaning? — The Pirate Empress asks and you feel your face blush, were you really going to say that out loud? — Self-confidence, attitude and… and… sexual energy. — You answer, looking away from her, unable to look at her at the moment. Your answer makes her throw her head back and laugh heartily again. — I liked that... so, what stones would you give to my sisters? — She asked, looking at me with smiling eyes.

You think for a while before answering. — Hm... Sandersonia is very sincere and really got straight to the point with me before, so I think she would be a chrysotile, I haven't talked to Marigold, but from what I've seen, she's a very serious person, even too much so, so her stone would be an onyx! — You answer thoughtfully and thinking carefully about your words, after all, choosing stones for someone was a very serious matter for you, Hancock somehow noticed this and laughed a little more. — You know, you're kind of strange. — She says, looking at you softly.

— Yeah, I know! — You say, kicking the dirt with your heels. — I tell myself that every night before I go to sleep. — You admit with a happy smile. You remain silent for a while, the captain just looks at the small stone in your hands while a warm feeling blossoms in her chest, your power was so beautiful... you were so pretty, nice... perfect, she thinks before looking at you from the corner of her eye, the way the moonlight illuminates your skin, how your eyes are closed and how happy and relaxed you seem next to her, she blushes when she realizes that she likes having you so close to her, she is feeling things for you that she had only felt for one other person before. — I think my rival is your captainl. — She grumbles, looking a little sullen and sullen at the same time.

— Did you say something? — You ask, looking at her with a thin smile on your lips, Boa Hancock just opens a huge smile as she tucks her carnelian into the bust of her dress, determined not to lose it under any circumstances. — I didn't say anything! — She answers as she gets a little closer to you. And that's how your strange relationship begins, you thought it was a strange friendship/rivalry relationship, but you are completely wrong.

The next day arrived and with it everyone was sad to have to leave the island, but your journey was just beginning. You would miss Amazon Lily a lot, even though your first experience with the island hadn't been the best, it all turned out very well in the end, you sighed when you saw more boxes going up on the ship after all the food and water had already been stocked, you ended up receiving a lot of clothes from Kujo, to everyone's guilty pleasure and the shameless pleasure of Sanji and Luffy.

The Sunny was ready to set sail, they were just waiting for the leader of Kuja's tribe to show up so you could leave, you were at the port next to Sanji and Nami to say goodbye when you finally heard Boa Hancock's voice covered in love. — My love! — She shouts as she runs to the port with her cheeks flushed while waving eagerly to you with the stone you gave her swinging on a necklace against her full chest, everyone thinks the greeting was for the captain of the Straw Hats, but when she runs towards you and holds you in her arms forcing your face to be buried in her huge breasts, everyone realizes they were wrong. — My Y/N, my love! I'm going to miss you so much, I hope to see you soon!

You manage to dig your face out of her breasts, your cheeks are flushed while you were confused. — B-but I thought we were rivals! — You ask while still being crushed in the Snake Princess's arms. — But we are rivals! — She says with her wonderful and genuine smile. — I like Luffy and you! — She winks while tapping your nose with her finger. — Now how about a goodbye kiss to help me get over the pain of your loss? — She says as she leans forward with a pout on her lips and her eyes closed, but contact never happens.

Her lips end up kissing your boyfriend's hands that have wrapped around your face preventing contact. You both look at your ship seeing how Luffy is against the Sunny's railing while looking at you maintaining his usual idiotic smile, but something in his expression seemed a little annoyed, irritated I dare say. — Jealous. — Zoro snorts in amusement. — Luffy, my darling, you don't need all that jealousy! — Hancock lets go of you while sending a bunch of kisses to your boyfriend. — I love you too! I hope you go and be careful, my love!

The captain of the Kujo Pirates holds your blushing face while swaying your body from side to side. — And take good care of our dear Y/N, don't let anything happen to her! — She says as you feel the rubber arms release your face and wrap around your waist and then you are lifted into the air and pulled to the Sunny to fall on your boyfriend's chest. — Of course I'll take care of her, she's my queen! — Luffy says confused as if the other captain's words were obvious, you don't even bother to blush already imagining that this would happen, but you end up blushing when you feel his lips on yours, you can hear Hancock's happy scream coming from the port. You know, your story could end here and that would already be a happy ending... but of course that would never happen to you.

— Y/N-swan! — You hear Sanji's scream as Sunny finally sets sail. — Is it true that you prefer that idiot marimo to me? — The cook's eyes look so sad while Zoro just looks at you with a shit-eating smile, he said he would do it and you doubted him. — I'm going to kill you, Zoro. — You grumble, but since you neither affirm nor deny, Sanji looks at you with heartbroken eyes while holding his chest dramatically. — First you date our captain and now you prefer him, you're so cruel, Y/N-swan!

— She just has good taste! — The swordsman answered yawning and this seems to revive Sanji who was furious with flame in his eyes. — What did you say, shitty swordsman? — And then the typical discussion between the two unfolds as you are taken by your captain to sit on Sunny's head on his lap, Luffy smiles as he places his precious straw hat on your head and hugs you from behind. — I love you! — He says as he kisses your cheek lightly. — I love you too! — You respond, being completely sure of your feelings.

[shelbgrey]

Dating Scott Summers:

Paring: Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader

Summary: Scott Summers falling in love with a beautiful mutant girl -NSFW content warring

A/n: this won the poll! Please send request for x-men!

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You were there for about 10 years before Scott was brought to the school whith bandages over his eyes. He was so scared to hurt anyone and you felt terrible.

Not to toot your own horn, but you made his first pair of ruby quartz glasses. You got help from your friend Hank McCoy in the Lab and created the red glasses he wears today.

Scott will never not be impressed with you. If you ask him he fell in love with you the moment he got to look at your through the glasses. “your Amazing”

It always bugs him that he can't see you and your natural colors, with his glasses everything is red.

Scott worked hard to win your heart. In to your adult years and your X-men years you guys wold always stare at each other with puppy eyes, but both parties were afraid to make the first move.

“your really falling for this girl, aren't you?” his brother Alex asked. “she's not just some girl”

Let me start off by saying that Scott has eyes for you and only you. Your confession had took a huge step back when Jean Grey started showing interest in Scott. She was everything you were insecure about and you often compared yourself to her in the worst way possible.

Scott never took a second glance at Jean, he wanted you. Jean knew that and it angered her, she wanted Scott to herself. Jean also knew you'd always be to shy to admit your feeling to Scott, so she used it to her advantage.

Scott wanted to tell you he loved you so bad, but he always felt you deserved better. He wanted you to have a guy that could look at you without red-tinted glasses, he wanted you to have someone who wasn't dangerous.

“you know, girls like her don't wait around forever” Xavier told him one day. “do you guys relize the affection you two share?”

Scott sighed, during that week you'd been avoiding him. He hated it and didn't know Jean had been pushing you guys apart without you realizing it. Scott looked down. “she deserves the world, Professor”

“if you want her to have the world tell her how you feel. Because to her you are the world” Xavier told him”

He will always regret telling you how he felt because of the situation you were in. It was a mission gone wrong which resulted you staying in the med-bay in the mansion. Scott never left your bed side. His heart pounded with anxiety the longer you layed in bed unresponsive.

The next morning you woke up with him holding your hand and his head on your lap. You were relived to see him and it made your heart flutter that he stayed with you. You gently ruffled his hair, waking him up.

He woke up and tears pricked his eyes as relief washed over him. He cupped your face gently and pressed his forehead to yours. He was shaking so much. “your okay... Please don't ever leave me”

He looked into your eyes and took a deep breath. You don't know how bad he wanted to see your natural eye color and not just see the red tint from his glasses. “I love you... Everything about you amazes me, your everything to me”

“I love you more” you smiled softly. You shared your first kiss that night, this kiss was so gentle but held so many years of bottled up tension and emotions. He held you carefully, like as if you were made of glass and his kisses were driven by so much relief and unconditional love.

That's what you too shared, unconditional love.

Scott's so gentle with you. Deep down he's scared you'll break or scared he'll somehow end up hurting you with his mutation, that's his worst fear. His always so gentle and loving with you.

He loves your mutation, he thinks you look badass and sexy when you use it. Your mutation is the power to conger up blue fire in your palms.

He'll only call you beautiful or gorgeous. He feel like you deserve a compliment better than sexy or hot. He always makes sure you know how beautiful you are.

He's big on hand holding too, if your walking around the city your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had if your setting down at a table or something.

He holds your hand whenever he can, that his way of showing off that your his girl.

He's rough in bed, but a gentle kisser. The gentlest kisses he gives out it is in the early hours of morning before you get up to teach your classes.

Yes, you both are teachers at Xavier's school. Yall never left that damn place. He's the engineering and self defense teacher while your the English and creative writing teacher.

He loves leaving red roses on your desk all the time. That's one of his love languages.

He's always afraid of hurting you, especially with his mutation. But you trust him enough to even take off his glasses to see his full face, he still get scared and keeps his eyes shut tight. “It’s okay. You’re not gonna hurt me,” you whispered. You leaned forward slowly, careful to his face. You kissed the part of his forehead, just above his left eye. Then the right.

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

He also loves teasing you and getting you all flustered. He thinks it's the cutest thing in the world when you blush after a compliment or if he kisses you.

“I can't concentrate when you do that” you laughed. He was standing behind you while his hands moved around you. “doing what?” he said, kissing your neck.

By the way, this man is extremely protective of you. It doesn't matter if your on a mission with the rest of the X-men or just out getting groceries. Your protection and safety is his main priority.

He's so afraid of losing you, your the best thing that's ever happened to him and he doesn't want to screw it up. Of course he doesn't have to worry about that.

God, this man loves everything about you. You have a couple of tattoos, he wants to know about them. It doesn't matter what type of hair you have or if you like it or not, he loves it. He'll love your voice, body, personality... Everything.

If your in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather your the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to be the little spoon. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.

He also loves it when you curl up on his lap and a cuddle to his chest. It the best feeling to him, especially on your way home on the X-jet after a long mission.

You call him everything but Scott. Usually its Scotty, honey, or Sweetheart.

He loves calling you Baby or Angel. And he always refers to you as 'his girl'. No mater if your his wife or girlfriend, your gonna get called 'his girl'

You love listening to old rock music together. If it's just the two of you he'll sing with you and on the occasion you can convince him to dance with you.

Your Favorite singer to listen to is Meatloaf. Your song is definitely 'you took the words right out of my mouth'

You love riding on the back of his motorcycle. He loves feeling your arms wrapped around him and holding on to him while he drives.

Like I said before he's super over protective, so if your on the back of his motorcycle he's driving more careful than he ever has before. If he's by himself he'll drive at an unsafe speed and pop a couple of wheels, but if your with him he's carful as hell.

He'll also teach you how to ride one. He was so excited when you asked him to teach you.

He refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep.

If your cold you'll steal his leather jackets, or you'll sleep in his old dress shirts. Also if the sun is brighter than usual you'll steal his spare ruby quartz glasses and used them as sunglasses.

Hell always remind you how beautiful you are. If you feel insecure about your self he's there to kiss you and tell you how amazing you are.

NSFW headcanons:

He's the most loving person during sex, hell he is all the time. He'll also try his best to make it as romantic as possible, if not he's always holding you close and kissing you so you know how much he loves you.

But he also doesn't mind being rough with you. If you push the right buttons, you'll be under him screaming his name as the headboard of the bed bangs against the wall.

There's also a tone of jealous sex. If he sees Logan shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Hank touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

Bondeg kink. Handcuffs, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.

he'll bit you in the heat of the moment. He loves marking you up.

Dispite him being mostly rough in bed and pushes you to the point of screaming, he'll be so soft and gentle in the end. “you did so good for my baby, I wasn’t too rough was I? I didn't hurt you did I?”

One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.

he loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.

If you want to take a shower and get cleaned up, Scott will lift you up in his arms and carry you to shower, he'll hold you safe and will be extremely gentle with your sensitive body.

Has a soft spot for sex in the shower, he loves holding you up against the wall, roughly while he drives his cock into you.

He love getting head. He loves the feeling of towering over you while he has you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

Loves eating you out, your legs around his head. He loves your legs and thighs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

He's a boob and ass man, He’ll push your bra up and take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls all around while he squeezes your ass, pulling you closer to his body. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “Don't hold back baby, let me hear you”

For aftercare, He will spend an exorbitant amount of time just kissing you, slowly and deeply, as he massages your thighs and hips. It's his way to calm you down and bringing you back to reality.

[giuseppe-yuki]

gladiator

gladiator!ollie bearman x goddess of victory!reader

w.c.: 1.7k

warnings: slightly graphic descriptions of gore, angst

summary: yet another young gladiator prays to you in your temple

a/n: very unedited + there might be glaring historical inaccuracies :(

picture credits from pinterest :)

he’s young, not unlike all the ones before him. with tousled brown locks that ruffle as he darts along the marble floor, eyes that glow the colour of syrupy ambrosia in the dim flickering of the torches, and perfect muscled body, he reminds you of venus’ adonis in a way. your gleaming statue, wings outstretched, robes flowing, and holding your iconic laurel wreath, gazes upon him knowingly as he hesitantantly approaches your altar at the base of sculpture. your priests barely spare him a glance- they are too busy preparing a new sacrifice that lays neatly on your stone altar- a once-magnificent bull. its mouth is open in a silent scream and its eyes are glossy as the priests collect its crimson blood in a decorated jar and shave off selective portions of its raw flesh to burn as offerings. he watches as the head priest raises his glistening knife, sticky with blood, and brings it down into the bull’s rough hide with a rough thwack, and he thinks he is going to be sick.

still, he falls into a kneel in front of your statue, like a lowly subject in front of an emperor, and like the ones before him, prays for victory.

you sit near the emperor’s viewing box, in a seat only the highest generals could afford. your appearance flickers to those around you- sometimes appearing as a beautiful maiden or a wizened old man. the crowds don’t notice your wavering form, instead focusing all their attention to the sandy center of the amphitheater, where the boy cowers with a silver sword and flat-planed shield, awaiting his opponent. above you, the emperor lounges lazily on a plush couch and inhales grapes from the vine. when he gives a signal- a mere flick of his hand- the gates of the amphitheater rumble open to reveal a snorting bear, prompting the audience to roar in approval. it was obvious- they were here to see blood, and that was what the emperor would give them. 

within the first minutes, the beast had already batted away the boy’s flimsy shield and raked his sharp claws against the length of the boy’s leg. rivulets of red, like rubies against his pale skin, flow down from the wound, satiating a fraction of the crowd’s hunger. you can see how he grips his sword tight enough that his knuckles turn white and the fear in his eyes as he tries to limp away from the bear. you can also see the hesitance in his swings that open up deep cuts that flow vermillion along the animal’s hide like the wound on his leg. you help the best that you can. a miscalculated stumble of the bear, a slight push away from the path of the beast’s paw, a guide of the sword towards a critical artery. but, when he finally plunges his bloodied sword into the throat of the exhausted animal, like a knife through butter, it is all his doing. it reminds you of the first fight of another young champion of the past, sebastian, and the roar of the lion that he had fought with a spear. when the animal lies, dying, in its own pool of blood, does the boy finally collapse onto the sandy ground, exhausted in his own sense. before he passes out from blood loss, he raises his head, and it’s like he looks directly at you. 

you come to him in the form of a young medici, a bag of bandages, ointments, and herbs in one hand. ollie, is what he says his name is, and he gives you a small smile even as he lay pale and bleeding on the rough cot in the newly assigned private sleeping quarters for victors. he’s prettier up close, even when his brown eyes blink at you hazily and his cheeks are colorless from the lack of blood. 

he first opens his mouth to break the silence when you are spreading your magical nector salve on his wounds.

“i’m glad they sent someone as beautiful as you to come patch me up,” he says in a lilting tone, eyes trained on your profile.

you can easily strike him down like you always do with unwanted advances from mortals, but instead, you laugh, a twinkling sound that ollie swears is the prettiest thing he’s ever heard. 

“you flatter me,” you reply, a rare smile gracing your face.

although you are not aesculapius, the god of medicine, your hands make quick work in firmly wrapping the soft bandage expertly around the openings on his leg. after all, it would be pretty pathetic if a champion with the blessing of the goddess of victory herself didn’t last a full day after his win.

when you are done, you wave your hand subtly over the top of his wounds, willing the greater parts of his pain away. he visibly relaxes, like a weight had lifted from his shoulders. 

his eyes track you silently as you throw your materials back into your brown medici bag. it triggers the memory of a certain eerily quiet champion you had blessed before- kimi- whose bright blue eyes you can remember skittering across your figure when you had bandaged his wounds. 

when you are done packing up your bag, you tread lightly to the door. before you can pull it open, ollie calls out to you. 

“wait,” he says, voice pleading.

you hesitate, but turn back to him, your tunic swishing. 

ollie looks at you with wide eyes, as if he didn’t believe that he had spoken out loud. 

“can you- can you stay for a bit?” he asks apprehensively. 

there are a million things to tend to, like overseeing minor battles, ensuring triumph in campaigns, and granting the prayers of the mortals that knelt in your temples, but you can’t help but concede to his request. 

you neglect your duties for far too long in the damp room with ollie. it was laughable in a way, to see the great goddess of victory pliant under the wiles of a young mortal.

he talks about his parents, about his younger brother, and his little sister, and about how he dragged away one fateful evening from his family to become a gladiator, unlike the multitude of other bloodthirsty gladiators from rich families that wanted fame and fortune. but, when he comes to the topic of his actions in the arena, he suddenly goes still. 

“i didn’t want to kill it, you know,” he whispers quietly, as if he didn’t want to admit it. 

his bottom lip quivers, and it is now that you are reminded how young he really is. it is a reminder of another victor that you had championed, charles, and his unwillingness to kill, even as a successful gladiator. like charles, big fat tears slip from the corners of his eyes when he thinks back to the poor creature, most likely chained and beaten, being made a spectacle, and dying by the hands of another for entertainment. however, you knew they always toughened up after awhile- they always did. so, you brush a comforting hand through his curls, kiss him gently on the forehead, and it’s only when he falls into a deep sleep do you finally leave the room.

you see him again several days later, this time in the great roman amphitheater again. again, he stands with his flat-planed shield and silver sword in the dusty middle of the arena. a look of fierce intensity flashes across his helmeted features, unlike the last time he was in this position, making him look significantly more willing to slay whatever beast steps in his path. 

however, when the emperor waves his hands, commanding the gates to rumble open, and the crowd thunders in excitement, what steps out is a familiar man with thick black hair that seems to sway perfectly in the breeze, a hint of stubble, and pouty pink lips that you knew all too well. carlos, you remember his name was.  you remember too, the way he had knelt down in your temple all those years before like ollie had. he had made an offering of three silver coins- all that money he had- and begged for you to protect him in the arena. true to your word, you gave him your divine protection until he became the emperor’s champion gladiator, personally favored by the elite and the crowd. 

carlos makes the first move, taking advantage of ollie’s barely healed leg. his weapon of choice, an engraved dagger, hacks a deep line of red as it carves from the tip of ollie’s right shoulder to his hip. at the sight of the excess bright liquid cascading down the younger boy’s body, the crowd erupts in a frenzy. when ollie collapses, unmoving, on the ground, they seem to chant carlos’ name- our champion, our champion, they scream. it seems like ollie is just another easy opponent, another nobody that would ultimately make their way onto the carlos’ lengthy list of the vanquished. carlos turns away from ollie to face the crowd, a smile on his lips and arms open, embracing the crowd. he has not lost once for a year, so what makes it seem like he would lose now?

that’s what makes it all-too-surprising when ollie pushes himself up with god-given strength and hacks down on carlos’ neck as hard as he can, with his sword. it lands with a wet thwack the way the priest’s knife did in the bull back in your temple before.

when ollie is paraded through the town, a victor’s laurel wreath atop his pretty head, the crowds that once shouted carlos’ name now screams ollie’s, crowning him as victor. neverending bottles of wine, cornucopias overfilling with food, and precious jewelery are thrust into his arms from every direction. you know it feels good to be loved by the people. it’s a pity, because you know ultimately, your divine interventions would draw the attention of the three parcae who controlled peoples’ fate. the fate of a gladiator was to die; they always did. it was proven with all the past gladiators you championed-  the brave sebastian, quiet kimi, kind-hearted charles, and now, the resilient carlos. it was all a matter of time before they would take ollie. even worse, the crowd would probably move on just as quickly like they did with carlos. so, for now, you watch as he smiles his dimpled smile and let him bask in the glory of being victorious. 

[juanarc-thethird]

Learn to lock the door!

Blake: *Enters Jaune's room* Hey Jaune, have you seen my... book?

Jaune is naked, with his cock deep inside a girl on all fours who looks just like Blake. But seconds later she transforms back into Emerald.

Jaune: We can explain.

Blake: *Horny* Fuck that, I'm in.

Moments later

Ruby: Hey Jaune have you seen... Blake?

Blake is on top of Jaune, balls deep, while Emerald is putting on her clothes so she can leave.

Jaune: Is not what it looks like!

Ruby: I don't care what it looks like, I'm in!

Moments later

Weiss: Hey Jaune, did you...

Ruby is fucked from behind by Jaune while he holds her by the neck with a bit of pressure. While Blake is fully dressed putting on her shoes.

Jaune: *red* Blake is a bad influence!!

Weiss: I'm next.

Moments later

Yang: Jaune, did you eat my…!

Jaune has Weiss in a Mating Press and hitting her little pussy hard like a piñata with his big cock. Ruby, on the other side, is dressed, recording what is happening.

Jaune: Your sister dared me to do it!!!

Yang: And I have another one for you~

Moments later

Pyrrha: Jaune, it's time for our tra- Eh?!!

Yang is on all fours while Jaune fucks her from behind while he pulls her hair. In the corner of the bed, Weiss is putting on makeup again to look presentable.

Jaune: She is came to me first!

Yang: *Giggles* Yes I did~

Pyrrha: Your form is wrong, let me help you.

Moments later

Nora: Jaune, have you seen- HOLY MOLLY!!!

Pyrrha has Jaune lying on his back and pressed against the bed without him being able to move, while she bounces on his cock like an animal in heat. On the other side Yang is sitting on a couch, watching what's happening while she touches herself.

Jaune: Help! My pelvis can't take it anymore!

Nora: Oh I give you a hand~

Moments later

Neon: What's up with the noise? Are you guys having a par-TYYYYY!!!!! *Shock*

Nora has Jaune against the wall while she fucks him using her big ass. Jaune can only hold onto her hips. Pyrrha, on the other side, is brushing her hair.

Jaune: This is not a party!!

Neon: *Takes a pic on her phone* It is now~

Moments later

Reese: Neon, are you here? What do you- HOLY SHIT!!

Jaune is sitting on the bed with his back leaning against the wall while Neon moves her hips slowly and sensually while they fuck. Nora is still naked talking to someone on her phone.

Jaune: Reese, what are you doing here?!!

Reese: *Smug* Duh, I came for the party~

Moments later

Arslan: *Ready to fight* Reese, I'm here! Why do you need... *Wide eye* Backup?

Reese is on her tiptoes leaning against the wall while Jaune fucks her intensely. Neon meanwhile is taking selfies with them two in the back.

Jaune: Wait, this is 100% completely consensual!

Arslan: In that case, I also consent.

Moments later

Velvet: Jaune? Nora told me to come see y-y-y-WHY?!! *Angry*

Arslan is hanging onto Jaune with her arms around his neck and her legs hanging in Jaune's arms, supporting her ass while he fucks her. Reese, meanwhile, is on a video call with someone showing how Arslan is getting fucked.

Jaune: Velvet?! Why are you angry?!

Velvet: I gave ya all the bloody signs 'n ya fucked her?! That Dick is mine!

Moments later

Coco: Hey Jaune, is Velvet here? She said she was going- HOLY FUCK!!!

Velvet is being bred with her legs hooked around Jaune, who is on top of her fucking her like there is no tomorrow with cum coming out of her. Arslan meanwhile is putting her bandages on her arms and hands.

Jaune: It was her idea! I swear!

Coco: Whatever her idea is, I want it too~

Moments later

May: Jaune? Nora told me to come her of- *GASP!!!* I-I-I!

Coco looks a mess, her makeup ruined, her hair messy, all thanks to Jaune. He is fucking her with her on top of him, close to his body, while his cock is hitting her insides in all the right places, giving her great pleasure. Taking this opportunity, Velvet uses her camera to take photos of all of Coco's lewd expressions.

Jaune: Wait! Please don't scream!

May: *Red* I WON'T LOSE!!

Moments later

Penny: *Smiling* Hello friend Jaune! I came here to get fuck!

May is bouncing on Jaune's lap while he sucks on the nipples of her huge tits. Coco, meanwhile, is taking some selfies, liking the new look.

Jaune: You what?!!

Penny: *She removes her clothes* I'm sex ready!!!

Moments later

Ciel: Penny, I know you are here! General Ironwood is calling- WHAT THE FUCK?!!

Penny is on all fours with her hand pressed against the bed while Jaune puts all his weight to fuck her from behind. Meanwhile, May is sleeping next to them in the bed covered with a sheet.

Jaune: Please don't tell Ironwood!

Ciel: If you convince me, maybe I won't do it~ *She licks her lips*

Moments later

Glynda: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!

Ciel is curled up with a pillow while lying on her side with her ass on the edge of the bed where Jaune is fucking her hard. Penny is currently on a video call with Ruby talking about her recent experience.

Jaune: *Panic* Prof. Goodwitch! It's not what it looks like?!

Jaune saying her name made the two girls panic as well.

Glynda: You girls get dressed and go to your rooms immediately!

The two girls do what they are told and run out of the room.

Glynda: And your Mr. Arc…

Jaune: *Worry* YES!!

*Click* Suddenly the sound of the door being locked is heard.

Jaune: Prof. Goodwitch?

Glynda: Now you're all mine~💕

Moments later

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It Comes Naturally

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Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Slight Angst

Prompt: "Dad things he does subconciously" with buck (request by anon)

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

A lot of the fatherly things he did initally came out in ways of making sure that you had properly bandaged your finger or carrying you to the bedroom when you fell asleep on the couch. It was just casually caring for your partner as one should, like making sure you had enough dinner or that you got to work safely.

As time went on in the relationship progressed, you noticed how fatherly he seemed to Chris. How he would help him every single time he had the opportunity, maybe with homework, girl talk or other general things.

Buck is so kind and attentive, most of the time he can tell how someone's feeling just by looking at their face or reading the room. He is always so good at making sure to clock your emotions and how you're feeling.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked as he came into the room.

"I promise it's nothing." You had said not wanting to put your shitty day on to him.

"I know that's entirely bullshit." He smiles, gently grabbing your chin so he can gaze into your eyes.

"I'm just having a rough day, I'm remembering some shit from my childhood." Your eyes slightly teared up as you are trying your hardest not to cry. He pulled you into a hug and everything starts to feel right, his hugs were all encompassing. You know how they say that everything faded and it was just you and him? Like the movies. That's exactly how it felt with him his hugs were just the best thing you could think of whenever you're feeling like shit.

His dad behavior seem to spike when his sister had a baby. Every single time that Maddie needed a babysitter he was the first person to jump on it. He tended to carry Jee around everywhere, showing her how he does everything even if she can't understand.

"And this is the smoke alarm." He held her up so she could see the smoke alarm. There was no rhyme or reason to the things that he showed her just random things around the house like the top of the fridge, the pantry or the microwave. Of course considering the fact that she's a baby she has no idea what's going on but she enjoys it just the same.

You often caught him watching Bluey, Max & Ruby, Blue's Clues or whatever TV show he had put on for the little girl, he had gotten sidetracked and sat down and started watching it. Of course it started the same way it does for every other father where they glance at the TV and slowly get sucked into the plot of the episode. A couple of times you've caught him passed out on the couch with her because the both of them had fell asleep watching television.

In a way he is very much an uncle but in so many different ways he is like a father, he's patient, kind, and understanding. Evan is the perfect partner and the perfect person that you could see yourself building a life with.

When there's a problem he always talks it out with you and you both come to an understanding and say sorry because what he says is that "it takes two people to argue" and both of you are to blame; apparently this is something that Maddie taught him when she essentially raised him. It was a way of making sure everyone felt understood and cared for in any type of relationship, it took him some time but he did realize it slowly that it was indeed true in most situations.

Evan isn't just fatherly but motherly as well, he's perfect with kids, he's a fantastic partner and a wonderful human being.

It was really early in your relationship and neither of you had talked about it, having kids. So when you saw that little blue plus sign you're nervous, not because you don't want this but because you're worried it's too soon.

"Baby, I-" You take a breath as you come out of the bathroom in your pajamas. Buck is remaking the bed that both of you didnt have time to do this morning. He hears the worry in your voice and turns around.

"Hey..." He sits at the end of the bed and pulls you between his thighs, those ocean eyes staring into yours with love and care.

"I- um... I missed my period and I didn't think anything of it because I've been stressed. You know with everything that's been happening, the fires and all?" You tell him, your heart heavy in your chest. He just listens as he knows that you'll continue when you're ready, his hands slowly rubbing your hips in silent support of whatever you have to say.

"...We- We only had one test laying around." You handed him the test and watched his reaction on his face, it took a minute of his brain processing but a huge smile covered his face.

"Oh! Oh my God! Baby, you're pregnant! This is- this is good news, this is great news!" He pulled you into his lap and hugged the doubt and worry out of you.

"You're not mad? It's really early in this relationship and I really didn't want to push anything on to you." You started crying cause you were so sure he'd be upset cause generally a lot of guys would be, it was a relief.

"Mad? Baby, I've never been happier. You- You're amazing. We can do this. Right? You wanna keep it, dont you? If you don't its okay but I just-" Evan starts to get nervous as he speaks cause he realizes he doesn't want to force any decision on you or make you feel obligated to keep this baby if you don't want to.

"I- Yeah. I do." Tears pouring down your face and onto his neck.

"You're going to be the most gorgeous mother out there." Buck rubs your back as he tries to help with the tears that are dampening his shirt You had never had this type of support in your life and you knew at this exact point you wanted him in your life in any way possible.

If at some point down the road you guys didn't love each other the same way that you do now, you know that you would want him in your life as a friend at least just to have him in your life. You'd always have a connection to him and that was even before you got pregnant, but now there was a bundle of life growing within you that was part you and part him stringing the two of you together forever.

"I'm going to be here with you as long as I breathe, I promise." He whispers into your ear before pulling back so he can see your face. Buck covers your salty tear filled face in kisses.

He always knew exactly what to do to make you smile and this was no exception, the love he gave you and the compassion and care was to be unmatched by anyone no one could make you feel like this but him.

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A dragon's heart, part 6.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, mentions of dead animals, gutting and skinning of animals, mentions of chopping (animal) meat

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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Y/n managed to stay up the entire night. She almost dozed off at dawn but a particularly loud crack next to their campsite startled her. Turns out it was just a small animal but it was enough to get her heart pumping that she stayed up for the rest of the night.

Katsuki wakes up later than usual. Y/n waited for him to stir until she got up and started to heat some water.

Katsuki sits up and rubs his face. His back aches and his leg still feels like it got, well stabbed. He watches y/n prepare some tea. When she walks over to him with two cups, he notices the dark circle under her eyes.

“You look like shit.“, he tells her. Y/n looks up with tired eyes and just hands him his cup. “Did you sleep last night?“, he asks with furrowed eyes. Y/n takes a sip from her tea.

Katsuki sighs. It's starting to annoy him that she doesn't understand him. Maybe he should teach her his language soon. At least a little bit.

“We need to get food for today.“, he tells her. Y/n states into her cup. She really feels the sleepless night. Katsuki watches her and starts to feel concerned. Y/n definitely needs to lie down.

They sit in silence for a while. Eventually, y/n gets up and gets the medicine bag. Katsuki finishes his tea as y/n gets ready to take a look at his wound.

Carefully, she unwraps the bandages on his leg and inspects the wound. The skin around the stitches is red and irritated but not infected. That's good, y/n thinks. She cleans her hand with some alcohol and smears some more rash cream into the wound. Then, she uses fresh bandages to wrap his leg up again.

When she looks up, she is met with Katsuki's ruby-red eyes. He's been watching her treat his wound intently. Her fingertips felt soft against his skin. She works a lot more carefully than the healers from his tribe. Of course, he can handle a more rough handling but it feels nice the way y/n does it.

“You need to take a nap.“, he tells her sternly. He starts to get up to make space for her on the bedroll. Alerted, y/n looks up and raises her hands. “No! You need to stay down or you will rip your stitches!“, she exclaims.

Katsuki swats her hands away and stands up on wobbly legs. Y/n quickly gets up and stabilizes him. Again, Katsuki swats at her and points at her and then at the bedroll. “Lay down!“, he commands.

Y/n watches Katsuki limp towards his dragon. He pats the lizard's neck and grumbles something into its ear. The heavy lizard rises up and starts flopping its wings. The rush of air almost makes Katsuki fall onto his butt if it weren't for y/n rushing over to him. Together, they watch the dragon disappear in the sky.

Nervously, y/n starts bombarding him with questions. “Where is he going? Will he come back? Why did you send him away?“, she rambles. Katsuki silences her with a swing of his hand. “You.“, he points at her. “Bedroll.“, he continues pointing at the bedroll. Then, he grabs her arms and pulls her towards it.

Reluctantly, y/n follows. Katsuki flops down next to the bedroll and points at the bedroll. Uncertainly, y/n sits down on the cushion. Katsuki gives her an angry look. “Down!“, he orders and puts a hand on her head pushing it down. At first, y/n resists but eventually, she caves. There's no point in arguing with Katsuki. He pulls his cape over her.

She looks up at him with wide eyes. “Don't look at me like that.“, Katsuki mumbles and ruffles her hair. “Sleep!“, he tells her. “Sleep?“, y/n repeats carefully. Her pronunciation is a bit off, but it's a good try, Katsuki thinks. He nods. “Yes, sleep!“, he repeats and mimics sleeping with his hands and eyes. He makes a snoring sound. With closed eyes, he hears y/n giggle. He opens his eyes again and gives her a lopsided grin. Y/n looks up at him with warm but tired eyes.

“Sleep.“, y/n mumbles in his language as she turns away from him pulling his cape over her shoulders.

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Y/n wakes up a few hours later not feeling a lot better than before. She misses her foldable matress and her warm tent. Sleeping on the ground in the open air is not giving her the most restfull kind of sleep. She stretches and her joints make an unhealthy crackling sound.

Katsuki is sitting next to her. Y/n isn't sure if he moved or if he sat beside her the entire time. Part of her hopes he didn't. She really doesn't want to redo all the stitches just because Katsuki can't sit still.

"Mornin' princess.", Katsuki says and gives her a small grin. Y/n sits up. The air is cool around her and she instinctively rubs her arms. Katsuki reaches out to her and touches the side of her arm as if he were checking her temperature. Instinctively, y/n leans into his touch. Katsuki's so warm.

The loud flopping of wings rips both of them out of their thoughts. The dragon lands next to them and drops a dead deer in front of them.

„Appetizing.“, y/n comments dryly. Katsuki snickers. He may not understand exactly what she said, but he gets the sentiment in her voice and face. Chuckling, he ruffles through her hair and limps over to the deer. Upon inspection, he's sure that his dragon tracked down the flock Katsuki was hunting.

Katsuki takes his hunting knife and starts gutting and skinning the animal. He watches y/n's mimic while doing so. Y/n is surprisingly unfazed by the sight and eventually starts to build a fire. Katsuki cuts the animal into almost even parts. Smaller ones for him and y/n, the largest portion for his dragon.

„Y/n!“, he calls out to her and waves her towards him. Y/n follows suit and walks over to Katsuki who is standing with about ¾ of a deer next to the dragon. He chops off a huge part of the leg and holds it out to her.

„What am I supposed to do with this?“, y/n asks and crooks her head. Katsuki takes an equally large piece of meat and holds it out to the dragon which immediately grabs it out of Katsuki's hand with its snout. Katsuki then points at y/n and at the dragon.

„Me? I don't know...“, y/n says reluctantly. She had seen enough of the dragon's teeth when she gave him the tea a while back. „Don't be a pussy.“, Katsuki says challenging but with a crooked grin on his face. He snaps his finger and points at the dragon that watches y/n already expectantly.

Y/n hesitates for a moment, then steps a bit forward holding the meat towards the dragon with a wide-stretched arm. The dragon snaps at the meat and y/n can hear the bones in it crunching. Somehow it makes her really proud she was courageous enough to do it. She squeaks and almost jumps into Katsuki's arms who lets out a booming laugh.

„You little shit!“, he laughs and ruffles her hair again. Y/n looks up at him and gives him a big grin. Katsuki's aware of the impression of his dragon. Most people are instinctively scared by the beast and that rightfully so. He's never seen one of the other women his men brought home to get even close to their tribe's dragons. They usually stay in their mate's tents. It's rare they ever leave their accommodation and if they do, they're an eery sight. At least in Katsuki's opinion.

He's ripped out of his thoughts when he sees y/n reaching out to the dragon with an outstretched hand. „Hey!“, Katsuki warns and grabs her hands. At that moment, the dragon snaps at her. If it weren't for Katsuki, y/n's hand would be dragon food right now. „It's not a pet. They're proud beings. You can't just touch them without their permission.“, Katsuki tries to explain. Y/n looks a bit embarrassed. The dragon watches y/n with a wary expression in its eyes.

Y/n bows her head low in front of the dragon and mumbles an apology. Katsuki isn't sure whether he finds that impressive or hilarious. It's clear that it's an action of respect. It's also a stupid idea to lower your head in front of a dragon. It can get you beheaded. The dragon lets out a puff and turns his head away in disinterest. Seems like it has forgiven y/n for her foolish action.

„C'mon, time to fry this meat.“, Katsuki says and pulls her with him.

They roast the meat over the open fire and eat their meal in silence. Afterward, Katsuki and y/n sit by the fire for a while. Y/n takes the sewing kit from the medicine bag and starts mending Katsuki's ripped pants. Katsuki pokes the ember in the fire and watches y/n with a side-eye. He notices how y/n works quick and precise, just as she did when she stitched up his wound. He wonders if she is a seamstress. However, her clothes do not look like those of a seamstress. It's not the latest fashion in the kingdom. Actually, Katsuki isn't too sure what kind of fashion she's wearing. Not that he keeps up with the kingdom's latest trends anyway. Nevertheless, he's never seen a woman in the villages he passed through in clothes like these. He starts to wonder if y/n is even a citizen of the kingdom.

His conclusions actually aren't far off. As a wandering folk, y/n's people were not subjects of the Todoroki royals. They wander from kingdom to kingdom. Y/n spent most of her life in the Todoroki kingdom because simply it's the most safe. The harsh leadership of King Enji keeps crime levels on the low.

When y/n is done stitching up the pants, she wanders to the lake and washes the splutters of blood out of the fabric as much as she can. After hanging the pants up and a tree branch, she settles back down next to Katsuki. She feels tired again.

Suddenly, Katsuki puts an arm around her and pulls her closer without looking at her. Y/n shivers. Suddenly she notices how cold it has gotten. She leans her head against his shoulder and Katsuki leans his head against hers. Y/n has to admit she likes the proximity. She's been alone for so long, it's just nice to have someone so close. She also has to admit that she trusts Katsuki. From all the stories she had heard, she expected Katsuki to take her after her wounds started to heal.

Right now, she can't imagine Katsuki doing something violating like that. He's no gentleman by all means but he accepts boundaries. That's something she can live with. Plus, it's not like she's a lady. She can feel herself grow more tired with each passing second. She scooches closer to Katsuki. Almost, she didn't notice how Katsuki started running his hand up and down her arm or how he nuzzled his face into her hair.

Even if Katsuki would never admit it, he likes the proximity too. Y/n's warm and soft and her hair smells good. Living in a world of men, the smell of a woman is something Katsuki learned to miss. When he notices how y/n's head starts falling off his shoulder, he pulls her into his lap. Y/n stirs for a moment, then settles into his chest. Katsuki ignores the pain in his leg as y/n's weight presses onto the wound.

Katsuki will have to return soon. Tomorrow, he will try to shoot that stag one last time. Feeling y/n's soft breathing on his skin, Katsuki already decided what to do with her. He's taking her home with him. He's not sure what to do with her then. He kind of doesn't want one of his men to take her on as their mate but he's also not sure whether he wants to make this kind of commitment after just a couple of days or not. And then there's also his mother.

He wonders what y/n will think about this. So far, she hasn't shown any real attempts to part with him. Does she really have nobody to return to? It seems like it. But is she alright with joining his tribe? Maybe even staying with him? At least for a little while?

Y/n nuzzles her face into Katsuki's collarbone and lets out a deep sigh. Katsuki pulls the bedroll over to them. He lifts himself and y/n onto it and pulls his cape over both of them. He leans back and lets y/n snooze on top of him. He holds her by the waist and keeps stroking over her back.

Katsuki watches up at the nightsky contemplating the same questions over again until his eyes feel too heavy to keep them open.

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Hiding (Not Really) From Them

Jaune cleave a Beowolf in half with a great sword that wasn’t a Croceo Mors. As the last Grimm evaporates, he let his eyes roamed a bit to search for any Grimm left in the area.

Jaune: Okay, that should be the last one of them. Now, I just need to back to the village to report the situation and grab my payment.

He sheathed his sword into the scabbard on his waist.

Jaune: I should wait for her to call me before I leave, today is Friday so it will be any second now.

Right on cue, his scroll began to rings, causing him to smiled brightly as he pick it up to reveal smiling Neo on the screen.

Jaune: Hello Neo!

Neo: *Waving*

Jaune: So, where are you now?

Neo: Atlas

She speaks thanks to the device on her neck that try to predict what she want to say into text-to-speak. It’s not perfect but it’s still good enough to communicate without hand gestured or typing on a scroll.

Jaune: Cool, no pun intended, any luck on stealing from the criminals and finding the information for other artifact?

Neo: Couple stupid idiots, one even use just one password and one pin for all of his money and secret document. As for the latter, none. You?

Jaune: Same, just a couple of Grimm and protecting Villages, haven’t see much from Salem’s cult as well. Seems like they went into hiding after I destroyed a lot of their camp.

Neo: And you aren’t being too hard on yourself, right?

Jaune: They weren’t much to exert me that far. I don’t even have to rely on Lyssa to fight them.

Lyssa: *Speak in Jaune’s mind* Damn right you are, these weakling are even worthy for master’s skills, let alone to withstand against my power! And worry not Neo, I ensure you that I will keep tabs on master’s health and force him to get enough sleep and nutrients!

Jaune let out a deep chuckle as he pat the sword on his back, which was wrapped in a bandage.

Jaune: And Lyssa told me she’s going to protect me and make sure I don’t slip back into my old habits. So, really, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.

Neo: That’s good to know, because I promised if I ever saw or know that you are awake late in night, swinging your sword like a madman, I WILL go to your current location and suffocate you in my thighs or tits, pick your funeral.

Jaune: *Chuckle nervously* You make it sound like it was a threat.

Neo: Because it is.

Jaune: I will keep that in mind.

Neo: … I know this isn’t something for me to say nor that I really care, but shouldn’t you visit your friends by now? It’s been 6 months since you last saw them in the hospital.

Jaune: Believe me, I have been dying to do so. But you know, somehow, all of the mission I saw and get was in Vacuo or a remote area, and once every a blue moon that I have a mission in Atlas or Vale or Menagerie, my friends weren’t there. Just my rotten luck. Besides, they need rest after the war and I don’t think my absent will affect them that badly.

———

Yang: *Red Eyes and blazing hair* If I finally captured that bastard, I will make him have second thought about abandoning all of us ever again! Stupid Vomit boy, making all of us, including my sweet little sister, cry our eyes out!

Blake: I know I don’t have any right to judge him but I will help you on that, I will bring the handcuff and leash so we could tied him with us forever so he won’t be able to run away.

———

Jaune: Heck, I am sure they are really busy with their new life to even think about me. With Dust in the world become even more rarer after the final fight, Weiss is trying to find another source of resource to replace Dust while fix her family legacy. You even say that Ruby is helping out Weiss while keeping Atlas save. And that is a lot of work!

———

Ruby: I miss my Best friend, Weiss, I miss him so much. *munching on a cookies while snuggling with Weiss*

Weiss: I also miss him… *Whisper* Where are you my Knight… your princess is waiting for you to come back… *eating blueberry frozen yogurt*

———

Jaune: And I heard Kuroyuri are being rebuild! I am so proud of Ren and Nora, they could finally settled down and have a family. I do pray for Ren’s pelvis, I remember that Nora wanting to beat my family scored of 8 children.

———

Both Nora and Ren could be seen in Mistral, handing out papers with smiling Jaune when he still has the banana hair and written missing under it.

Nora: Have you seen our golden retriever son? I miss him so much! *Large tears running down her face*

Ren: Our boy have run away from us, we aren’t ready to let him go just yet. Is it because I yelled at him when we try to get Oscar back? I am sorry my boy for being too hard at you. *Lamented with black cloud over his head*

———

Jaune: *Shrugged* I am sure they are doing just fine

Neo: *rolled her eyes* And when are you gonna tell them about our relationship?

Jaune: When my jobs are near them. I just wish our scroll weren’t destroyed in the last fight, I don’t even have their number to call them anymore.

Neo: Well, I just hope they would accept us being a thing, not that I care about their opinion on us.

Jaune: *Chuckled* I am sure they are already warm up to you, including you to them.

Neo flip the bird which cause him to laugh even harder.

Jaune: Anyway, I should get going now. I don’t want to worried the villagers with me being gone for a while now. Nice meeting with you, I will call you next week again, Neo.

Neo: *Looked down in sadness* I really miss you… I wish we could have gone together…

Jaune: …Me too… I also wish you could be my side… so I could talk together everyday and hug you all I want… and kiss you all day… but you already know why we separate for now, we have role to fulfill.

Neo: I know… it just suck that you aren’t there when I woke up in the cold, lonely bed, greeting me with that dopey, kind smile of yours to warm my day up.

Jaune: Well… maybe we can arrange something so we could spent a week together in the future

Neo: *Look up with a logging in her eyes and smiled* I would love that.

Suddenly, he can hear an alarm flared up on the other side of the call.

Neo: Well, it seems like they finally noticed their money is missing. They really should use it to upgrade their brain, I am surprised they managed to go this far with it.

Jaune: Neo, what did I say about calling me in the middle of a heist?

Neo: Please, as if you have the right to say that, ‘Mister-who-call-me-even-in-the-middle-of-hoard-of-Grimm’.

Jaune: *Sigh* Fine, just be careful.

Neo: Who do you think I am? *Smirking smugly*

Jaune: Well, that’s it for this week. Don’t forget, it will be your turn next.

Neo: *Rolled eyes* I know, just make sure you remember this number.

Jaune: I won’t, love you dear.

Neo: Love you too. Also, Lyssa, take care of our reckless partner and don’t let him jump into danger.

The sword of destruction began to shine as a small girl appeared on its place and grab hold on Jaune like a Koala, head peaking out so Neo could see her.

Lyssa: Don’t worry, this foolish master of my will not endanger his life as long as I am still by his side.

Neo: That’s good to know… see ya next week.

With the call ended, he gripped his scroll until it shattered under his hand.

Jaune: Well, are you ready for our next mission, Partner?

Lyssa: I want to sweet chocolate cake first! It has been a week since I had one and I believe I deserve one.

Jaune: *Chuckled* Okay, lets ask the chief if the place had any bakery or a cafe.

With that, the wandering knight set forth on his journey even after the war ended 6 months ago, leaving (Not Really) his friends behind as every single one of them have something in mind which they are gonna do to the knight if they find him, if, since it seem like Fate or Gods itself have another thing in mind for him and have taken a liking at his funny story unfolding. But we will see what the future’s hold for them.