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s7toru · 1 year ago

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FLAWLESS EXECUTION — GOJO SATORU

in which gojo helps you escape death by recovering your memories the only way he knows how, by taking you out on one last date

warnings & tags: 5.3k, pure fluff if you ignore the ending, mutual pining where the only cockblock is the fact that you're a wanted criminal, profanities, dumb gojo and dumber fem!reader, lukewarm makeout scene, tons of bickering, amnesia plot

an impenetrable fog clouds your thoughts, keeping them apart from sparking and making sense of your situation. with a groan, you lift your head and slowly track your eyes around the unfamiliar room.

white papers with odd symbols decorate all four walls, fluttering ominously despite the lack of wind. you seem to be sitting in a chair, though how you got here and why your hands were being constrained to said chair was a mystery. the position causes your shoulders to ache as your arms are pulled behind you, tucked away using a strong knot.

with a yank, you attempt to free your wrists but the rope only digs deeper.

"you're awake."

your head snaps up at the sound, locking eyes with the man in front of you, seated in a similar chair to yours. somehow, he makes the chair seem small. his white hair and obnoxious black blindfold is hard to ignore, which makes you wonder how you could have missed the sight of him earlier.

"who are you?" you croak, throat protesting after the lack of use. "where am i?"

"you ask a lot of questions, don't you?"

"are you going to answer any of them?"

"my name is gojo, gojo satoru." the man swings his arms over the front of the chair, leaning forward. "and you're in a waiting room."

"waiting for what?"

"execution."

"what?" the noise escapes you before you can think them through. weren't you just a normal, ordinary citizen last time you checked? there was no way the small shenanigans you got up to in your average life would ever result in a death sentence much less in a filthy, dim lit room such as this one. "listen, i think you have the wrong person. if you let me go now, i won't tell anyone what happened!"

"that's real cute, name, but i definitely have the right person."

you flinch when he says your name. "the worst thing i've ever done is illegally crack games. i'm sorry for doing that, i repent. but don't you think execution is a bit too much?"

"this isn't about your irrelevant gaming addiction. this is about the lives of millions." gojo stands from his seat and you have to crane your head to hold his eyes. "you're name, ex jujutsu student, current rogue sorcerer. on a causal saturday, you annihilated an entire clan albeit an irrelevant one, and now the higher ups of the jujutsu society want you dead. you decided that the best plan of action was to mind manipulate yourself with your curse technique and forget all about it, society and all, living instead as a normal citizen."

he circles around you, whispering the last few words in your ear. "ring any bells?"

you jerk away, wishing your hands were free so you could cup your red ears. "what is wrong with you? and no i don't remember, what is a jujutsu anyway?"

gojo shrugs. "i didn't expect you to remember. your control over your cursed techniques was always really good. as you are right now, you're simply a less interesting shell of who you once were." his hand lightly holds onto your arm and you have to twist your neck to watch.

slowly, he drags his fingers down your arm before stopping at the rope. "now that we have you in our hands again, the higher ups are going to execute you. want to know why?"

"isn't it because you think i'm responsible for ending lives?"

"correct! you're catching on quicker than when you hadn't erased your memory." even though you didn't know the you he was referring to, you still felt insulted on her behalf. "but it's also because you're useless to them in your current state. without knowledge of jujutsu, they have no use for you."

"jujutsu this, jujutsu that, why don't you just let me go before i get the cops on you, you lunatic." you growl.

his finger shakes on your wrist as he laughs. "do you think non-jujutsu people could hurt me?" gojo gives the rope a tug and the knot comes apart, thudding to the floor. your wrist fall at the loss of the ropes and you immediately pull them tight to your chest, scootching to the edge of the chair to place distance between the two of you.

with a newfound caution, you study gojo. "thank you?"

he grins. "no problem."

"didn't you say the authorities wanted me dead? why are you setting me free?"

"you aren't useful to them as you are now, which is why you're set up for death. the simple answer to this situation then, is to pretend like you remember who you are. if you do that, then they can place you on a leash and get you to do their bidding before they get bored and decide to kill you again!"

you stare at him. "so death or later death. those are the options i get?"

"i'm glad you get it!"

you clear your throat. "that's nice and all but—"

with a start, you stand up and grab the legs of the chair, lifting it over your shoulder before throwing it at the suspicious man. you made sure to put all your strength behind it, hoping to dent the ridiculous smile he had on his face.

unfortunately, the chair starts floating in the air.

with the chair in the way, gojo sulks. "that wasn't very friendly of you."

"the, the chair! it's floating? how are you doing that?" you babble mindlessly. there's only one conclusion you can reach. "you're magic."

"i'm jujutsu, technically." gojo gestures with his fingers and the chair settles back comfortably on the ground. "shall we have a talk? without any thrown chairs?"

there's a silence whilst you judge your options. there was a door in the room, obviously, but the fact gojo wasn't guarding it made you uncertain. and, you'd seen him stop a chair in the air with his mind alone. he was no longer a person you wanted to deal with.

you look back and sit on the chair he was sitting at earlier, and he rests on yours. you clear your throat, pressing your knees together and bringing your hands into your lap in hopes to appear smaller under his gaze. “sorry.”

“you’re oddly timid.”

“well,” you hesitate. “you’re magic.”

“it’s jujutsu.” he clarifies again. “and you’re made of it too. that’s how you massacred a family clan twenty one days ago and how you wiped your memory five days after that.”

“you’re saying all this but i really can’t imagine myself doing that.”

"can you imagine yourself doing anything?"

you open your mouth to question his strange words, then close it abruptly. under the spotlight, you couldn't fathom an image of your person. there were vague ideas, like the fact you had been working cooperate before this incident, or the fact that you had a cute little kitten waiting in your single apartment, but details about your likes or interests were blurry.

you swallow, but it's uncomfortable and your mouth is dry. "seriously?" you whisper. "i did all that?"

something on his face falls before he picks it up. "cheer up, name! that's why i'm assigned to your case. all you have to do is follow my orders and i'll get your memories back one way or another!"

"and the whole execution thing?"

he's still smiling as he say, "we'll work it out when we get there."

whatever comfort you felt at his previous words dissipates. "that sounds reassuring."

"doesn't it?" gojo seem oddly proud of his words. "now, you understand the gist of the situation, yes?"

"you all have it out to get me?" you murmur, somehow bitter.

"yes, and the only thing standing between you and death is your technique. and me. all you have to do is pretend you've reversed your technique on yourself and allow yourself to be used by the society. while that's happening, i'll help you actually get your memories back."

"and how will you do that?" you narrow your eyes at him. "did we know each other before the whole, you know, incident?"

"i was also a student back then. with you."

you scan him under a different perspective. "were we close, back then?" you ask.

gojo doesn't give an immediate answer. in fact, his entire body suddenly becomes rigid and his relaxed posture gives way to looking awkward.

"or not?" you murmur under your breath, looking away and clearing your throat to cover up the pause. that was embarrassing.

"we were close." gojo finally says after a moment's silence. "yeah, we were pretty close, huh."

something about his words make you think it's less that he's talking to you, rather that he was talking to himself.

it was his turn to clear his throat, readjusting his facial features to look joyful again. "you have so many questions, name. i can go through each and every one of them, but after you make your decision. it'll be useless to know all this information if you're just going to die here, after all."

"let's not get ahead of ourselves here, i don't even trust you yet. what makes you think you can recover my memories?"

that same, sad smile. "i found you again, didn't i?"

gojo doesn't elaborate on his words, allowing them to sit in the air.

there was something heavy in your chest. the entire time the two of you had been speaking, you've felt it like a persistent ache. yearning might be a word to describe it, but it was stronger, more intense, an innate emotion that kept your eyes on his. somehow, you knew his eyes would be the most brilliant blue. the thought left you curious, and before you could think it through, you were already making up your decision.

"i'll do as you say." you whisper, finally.

you shove the crepe in your mouth and hum in delight as the delicious aromas of chocolate and powdered sugars surround you. the steady bustle of the cafe moves all around you and there's a kind of comfort that comes from watching the world continue, even when you yourself had stopped moving.

gojo watches you, sipping absentmindedly at his hot chocolate, doused in chocolate syrup and wearing a heaping of whipped cream. it’s untouched and you find such a sight a rarity, though you’re not sure why. "when i said to tell me something that might recover your memory, i thought you'd say something like seeing a family member, or visiting your workplace. not go out to get a crepe."

you lick chocolate off your finger. "you must have kidnapped me before i had breakfast because all i can think about is sugar right now."

“whatever, just hurry up. clearly, it's not doing anything for you and there’s nothing good about this place except for its crepes.”

“and god are the crepes good.”

he makes a face at your words, chewing at his straw.

“are you sulking?”

“no. are you ever going to finish that crepe or do i have to jump in and help you?”

“so you are sulking.” you hold out your crepe to him, offering the dessert with a smile. “i’m sure you’ll feel better if you take a bite.”

gojo blinks before leaning forward, taking a massive chomp and chasing after a dribble of nutella as it drips out. he misses, and it lands just above his lip.

you giggle as he licks it up. “well?”

“i guess i do feel better.”

your laughter cuts short, crepe pausing halfway to your mouth. "that felt way too natural."

gojo doesn't say anything, pretending to take his time chewing the mouthful of crepe he stole from you. you give him a skeptical look before returning to the more important task of figuring where the next bite should be.

should you take the bite along the edge where there was less filling? it would ensure your next bite would be the best, abundant with powdered sugar, banana and nutella. or should you take the mediocre bite near the middle making your next bite similarly mediocre? before you can make up your mind, gojo's face drops down close to yours and scarfs down the entire thing.

you cry out but the damage has been done. you hadn't even noticed him standing from his seat and heading over to you.

gojo pulls back, humming appreciatively, and wipes a thumb to catch the residue on his lips. "now that i've tried it, they really are good."

"my crepe!"

"i think a strawberry crepe would go crazy right about now."

"my crepe!"

gojo gives you a funny look. "yes, i heard you the first time."

"then you'd know that i'm furious right now!" you stand up too, intending to appear intimidating. "you ate my crepe! all of it!"

"you had a few bites."

"it wasn’t enough." you growl.

a grin splits across his face. "i hear desserts taste better when they're shared."

"whoever said that was idiotic." something in his smile makes you pause. slowly, you draw your finger up and point it to your chest. "me?"

he nods.

"oh." you crumble up the napkin in your hands, the one that once held your beloved crepe, and toss it into a nearby bin. it goes in easily, and you wonder if you had been athletic before the incident. "what were we doing eating desserts together?"

looking up, gojo was already at the door.

you hurry to catch up to him. "hey! i wasn't finished talking yet!"

"i'm taking things into my own hands." he says, strolling down the sidewalk with a confidence that has you following after. "you're not going to find your memories at the end of a crepe."

"i might." you huff, settling at a comfortable pace beside him. "so? where are we headed?"

he scans the streets in silence.

it was midday, if the bright, hot sun was any indication, and a weekend at that meaning the sidewalks were busy with excited high schoolers seeking a break and partners bonding in their quality time, holding hands and giggling amongst themselves. you peek down at gojo's empty hand and wonder why you can imagine the grooves and bumps of his fingers.

"the game arcade across the road." gojo says suddenly, and you blink away the temptation. "it was your favourite."

"claw machines." you breathe out. "even without my memories i think i remember the sensation of losing my sanity to small plushies."

"looks like i made the right choice then." gojo grins down at you, stopping at a crossing. the red light flickers to green and the accompanying beeping tells you to move, but gojo stays still.

you tilt your head at him. "something wrong?"

he pauses before shaking his head. "nothing. come on, hurry up! the arcade might close before you even step inside."

"you're the one looking like a deer caught in headlights."

"do you like deers?"

"what?"

"deers. do you fancy them?"

you blink at him. "they're cute."

a smirk splits across his face. you might be imagining it, but gojo's stride is somehow bouncier, full of energy, but you find it isn't distasteful.

as you enter, you're surprised to finding no one looking at the both of you. sure, at first sight you hadn't noticed anything off about gojo's attire but after staring at him for so long, you wonder why it was that not a single person was pointing and laughing at his ugly navy outfit. it didn't help that he was tall, towering over you as he slides a coin into the machine, and that he adorned a thick blindfold over his eyes. surely, he would be a sight that garnered attention.

"gojo." you start, maneuvering the joystick over the plushie that had caught your eye. "why isn't anyone making fun of you?"

he doesn't say anything for a while as you play. "what? why would they?"

you spare his a doubtful look. "i mean, look at you."

"what does that mean? name, use your words."

"you're not very conventionally dressed." you put it lightly.

"i think this uniform looks great on me!"

the claw misses the plushie by a large margin, and you pretend you don't hear gojo laugh. gritting your teeth, you slide in your own coin and readjust the claw. "you look terrible, like you're wearing a cosplay."

"it's the jujutsu uniform, we're all made to wear it."

"damn." you mumble, paying just enough attention to reply. the small strawberry cow plush stares into your soul, telling you that this attempt would be the one to take it home. you listen to its calling, bumping the joystick towards it. "i must have looked pretty terrible in that, then."

"you looked great." a pause. "i mean, you still do."

your hand suddenly twitches, bumping into the claw and sending it down into the pit prematurely. swearing, you watch as it inevitably misses the plushie you had been eyeing and grabs a whole clawful of nothing but air.

gojo whistles. "even without your memory, you're still as terrible. i thought losing your memories would turn you to a different person, guess you're still the same terrible player i once knew."

you whip your head to look at him. "what did you say before?"

"you're shit at the game?"

"that's not what you said. and no i'm not, you just messed me up, is all."

he's wearing that irritating smirk again and you hate how attractive you find him. "i bet i could do better."

you cross your arms, stepping back. "you’re free to try.”

unfortunately, he really is good. there’s an ease in his fingers you had lacked, a type of inherent skill that allows him to grab plushie after keychain after more plushies. at the end of it, your arms are full of every stuffed toy you could ever want, and every machine has been touched by his talented hands at least once. face framed by the heads of all of gojo’s wins, you glare at him. it pisses you off.

“whatever.” you say.

“so, still think you’re better?” gojo dangles two keychains around his finger, the sanrio characters bumping into each other as they spun. your eyes track the movement.

“fine, you can have this win. i won’t uncover whatever cheat you used to get so many.”

“you still can’t admit when you’ve lost.”

you huff, looking away. “i didn’t lose.” you say, but it doesn’t manage to convince even yourself.

something flies at you and instinct has you stretching out your arms, balancing the plushies using the bend of your elbow, catching the small object easily. when you open up your palm, the small sanrio keychain stares up at you with black, beady eyes.

you flash gojo a look and find him holding up his own keychain, the sanrio characters wearing matching sailor outfits. even though your arms are full of prizes, the tiny keychain feels the heaviest in your hands. “what’s up with you? haven’t you given me enough already?” a smile threatens to escape, but you bite down on your lip.

gojo shrugs, trying to look nonchalant. “they’re matching.” he says, as if it wasn’t obvious enough. “my students would make fun of me if i came back with these. so i’ll just give this one to you.”

warmth overflows in you and you laugh. “looks like you still can’t admit to being cheesy.”

he doesn’t join in and your chuckles trail off, somewhat uncertain. worried that you had offended him, you sneak a peek at his expression and find him looking strangely perplexed.

something was dawning on you, and it was dawning quickly, threatening to ram into your mind and dump three years worth of memories into your brain, him in the centre of it all.

before you can breathe out the conclusion you’ve reached, the glass window at the front of the arcade shatters, and your body dodges to the side just as something flies out at you. unlike what gojo had thrown at you moments ago, this was a less appreciated move.

gojo hisses out a curse, reaching out to grab your hand. “we need to go.”

there’s a sense of urgency in his voice you don’t dare to disobey, so you quickly push your pile of plushies into the arm of a confused bystander, ensuring the single sanrio keychain remains in your pocket. “what’s going on?” you ask over the chaos.

“i lied.”

“what?”

the two of you dance around the aisles, avoiding the window as much as possible. at the off chance you’re able to glance out past the shattered glass, you make out a dark figure crouched on a building opposite to the arcade, a small red light shining from their position. customers had gathered around the front, whispering amongst themselves and you feel a spike of danger. “gojo, we need to help!”

“they’re after you, name. and jujutsu techniques won’t hurt non-jujutsu citizens, the only person you should worry about is yourself.” gojo clarifies, dragging you out into the street. “they want you dead.”

his hand squeezes yours in emphasis and you wonder why it felt so natural to squeeze back. instead of bringing it up, you say, “but i thought i had time! i thought i just needed to remember…”

gojo drags you into another building, free hand pulling out a phone. “damnit.” he was muttering to himself. “they weren’t meant to realise i broke you out so quick.”

it falls into place in an instant. the jujutsu society had never intended to give you a chance, your execution was determined the moment your body was brought to that small, ominous room, your fate sealed when the door closed shut behind you. but gojo had other plans. he had taken you out, given you one more day with him.

and then what? you wonder. what were you to him that he would go to such lengths and betray those higher? this wasn’t the time to confront your newfound memories, but you do so anyway, squeezing your eyes shut as gojo leads you further in, embracing the rush of comfort you feel as your cursed technique loosens its grip on your soul and you remember.

three years flash past your eyes, of late night slumber parties in getou’s room watching horror movies tucked under his doona, of convenience store icecream and breaking icepoles apart perfectly, of one summer night where gojo had pulled you aside, awkwardly confessing one day early simply because you had looked so pretty under the moonlight, and the teasing cheers shoko and getou had echoed when you rejoined them. the memories come faster now, and every single one is with him.

until they don’t, until it all halts and ends in a room covered in blood.

you gasp painfully, pulling your hand back from his to clasp at your head. you're whole again, ambitions, love, memories and all.

gojo pauses almost immediately, looking back at you with concern. “name? hey! name, what’s wrong?”

“satoru.” you seek comfort in his name, and relish in the familiarity of saying his name. “i think i—”

he catches you as you stumble forward though there’s no time to stand around because the both of you sense your pursuers hot on your heels. you tune your technique to the employees within the office building and skim through their memories. the layout of the block sketches out across your mind, and you grab onto gojo’s hand, ignoring his words of concern as you pull him towards where you know there will be less people. “i’m fine, but not for long if we stay here. this way.”

you drag gojo around the corner, and find yourself staring at a dead end. panicked, you glance around for anything, really anything that you could hide behind, and find nothing.

"name—"

your eyes catch a door and with relief, you rush over. "satoru, in here!" he follows wordlessly, entering the storage cupboard with only the slightest hesitation, and watches as you wiggle in yourself, slamming the door behind you.

his breath tickles your forehead and you lean into his chest, telling yourself that you didn't want to be pressed against the door if it is ever thrown open by your pursuers.

gojo breathes out your name again, low so as to avoid being heard from anyone but you. “back up a little.”

“sorry.” you mumble into his chest, but there’s little space to step back.

even though he had told you to place distance between the two of you, his arm hovers on your lower back, and he clears his throat before saying, “you’re calling me satoru again.”

you curse him. “is this the right time to be talking about this?” you glance over your shoulder to try and sense your pursuers but gojo grabs your chin, turning it back to face him.

"forget about that, look at me."

"i'm looking and let me tell you i am not impressed." you shake off his hold. "we can reunite later, right now we need to—"

"i missed you."

you almost break your neck spinning around.

your lips quiver, struggling to hold back a stupid smile. "are you serious right now? you're doing this here?"

“well.” gojo starts. something in his voice makes you look at him, look at him properly. you can’t make out the direction of his gaze past the blindfold, but you’re suddenly conscious of his lips as they part to speak. you watch as his tongue sweeps his bottom lip, out of nerves perhaps, and maybe he’s watching you just as intently because they stretch into a smirk.

you aren’t able to revel in the sight because his lips crash onto yours in an instant, and instincts take over to reciprocate the kiss. gojo’s hand finds purchase in your hair, fingers tangled in your strands, and his other tightens around your waist, pulling you even closer. you can only vaguely feel this happen, too immersed in the feeling of his lips and tongue against yours. you press up against his chest and run your hands up his nape just the way he’s admitted to liking before.

he tries to utter your name but it’s swallowed up by a groan. there’s a hunger in you that you doubt could be fulfilled today, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.

you yelp as his tongue sweeps a sensitive spot in your mouth, and you almost whine when you feel him pull back, slightly.

“sorry, are you sure you remember—” gojo starts, and you see his frown through bleary eyes.

you don’t let him finish, reaching up to continue the kiss, muttering a quick “please” in hopes that he will understand your need. he pulls you closer, parting your legs with his knees.

when the two of you break away, you’re panting for air.

gojo tenderly brushes a strand of hair from your face. “does this mean you remember me?” he asks, voice hoarse, lips swollen, fingers lingering on your cheek.

you resist the urge to kiss him stupid, and laugh instead. “would i have kissed you otherwise? of course i remember.” the memories were overwhelming you still, and the emotions you feel carry over until the present you feels it too, smiling up at him like a lunatic.

he’s beaming from ear to ear, and you think he might go in for another kiss, but he drops his head onto your shoulder instead. “you don’t know how annoyed i am at you.”

running your hands through his hair, you hum. “why’s that?”

“you left me! and the worst way possible too, you know i still have trauma from getou.”

“i had no choice.”

“you could have taken me with you.”

you fiddle with his ear. “your future’s too bright. you could, well, can, do better than wherever i shackle you to. i couldn’t drag you down with me. and hey, you found me anyway.”

gojo straightens. “right, and now we’re being chased by some of the best jujutsu sorcerers and they want my lover dead.”

“i have you, aren’t you the strongest?”

he lets that compliment settle on his shoulders before shaking his head. “i’m trying to tell you that you made a mistake. don’t you feel even the slightest remorse for leaving me?”

you go on your tip-toes to give him a quick peck, but nothing that’ll last any longer. “of course i do, that’s why i left you the address to my apartment. but this is just the start, you know it too.” even now, you can feel the persistent cling of someone's cursed energy seeking you out.

he follows you after you pull back, and you should have none something like a peck wouldn't be enough to satisfy his longing.

gojo slides his hand into yours, and gives it a painful squeeze. pulling you close, he presses his lips fiercely against yours again, pushing past your weak defenses to savour you completely. it's hopeless, this kiss, all desperation and sorrow, and you taste your own regret in his mouth. but it can't change anything, no matter how hard he grips your cheek, no matter how painful he imprints his mouth against yours.

it's hopeless.

"satoru, you need to let me go." you mumble into the kiss, feeling his will break in your arms.

your lips part with a pop and when he looks at you it's clear he's annoyed. "again."

"yeah, again."

"you have to understand why i don't want to do that, name." he says through gritted teeth. as if to emphasise, his fingers dig deeper into your wrists.

the sounds of footsteps thud faster, and the sensation of someone’s cursed energy radiates throughout the entire building, overwhelming and threatening you to come out. you didn’t sense anyone in the corridor yet, but that won't always be the case, it was only a matter of time, so you wriggle out of his hold, intent on running.

he catches your hand again, still frowning. "name."

"satoru, i'll find you, i promise."

he doesn't answer, his expression says enough.

you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, having been already raw from before , feeling your own reluctance to part like a throbbing ache. but if a little heartbreak was enough to stop your ambitions, you wouldn't have killed that first person way back when. “i'm going to kick down the door." you say.

gojo clicks his tongue, shaking his head shortly after. "you never stop and listen to me."

"maybe give me advice i'd take and i will." you smile to show there's no hard feelings.

he chuckles humourlessly and runs a hand through his hair, "fine, we'll do it your way. just like we always do then?"

"of course."

your countdown doesn’t come out as enthusiastic as it could have, but your body moves as you utter “three”, kicking open the door and rushing out. the door slams into the face of a sorcerer, and you wince at the sound.

gojo walks around, holding off another pursuer. he glances back at you, reluctance obvious. “hurry.” he says, and you wonder if the urgency is due to the onslaught of sorcerers or from the thinning of his patience and his desire to chase after you.

you give him a smile because you know the answer. running to the exit, you give him one last glance and find him staring. you reach into your pocket and pull out the keychain he’d won from you earlier, and bring it to your lips.

“i’ll find you this time.” you mouth.

giving up, gojo nods and turns back to deal with the attackers.

you leave him as you did the day society had forced your hand, though this time with your memories in tact. if that was the case, finding each other again would be an easy task.

you let your heart be comforted by this thought as you run.

a/n: we almost dodged the angst ending and it would have ended with "just like we used to :smirk:?" "just like we used to... heh"

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jumpywhumpywriter · 3 months ago

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Whumpee (Nico) Drugged for His Own Good part 9

Warnings: post-tortured, severe paranoia issues, perceived betrayal by friends

He was wrong. So terribly wrong. She was as bad as the others were. Pretending to be so caring while working behind his back like this.

Nico startled when he felt a light hand touch his leg through the blanket, and he quickly stuffed the phone underneath his pillow before taking the blanket off his head, finding Amelia staring down at him worriedly.

"Hey, I... I'm just checking in. You didn't have a very heavy breakfast, so do you want some more food?" She asked kindly.

Liar, Nico's thoughts hissed to him. Traitor.

"I'm not hungry," he rasped, swallowing thickly.

Amelia frowned. "You're looking kind of pale -- are you feeling worse than yesterday?" She reached her hand out toward Nico, and he flinched violently in anticipation before realizing she was just pressing the back of her hand to his forehead to check his temperature.

Amelia's eyes widened with alarm.

"You're really burning up here," she breathed. "Seems you've developed a nasty fever-- I hope none of your wounds are infected!" She immediately started moving to take off the bandages and check his injuries, but Nico grabbed her wrists to stop her.

"Don't... Don't touch me," he growled. "I've had enough for today. You're not touching my wounds."

Amelia hesitated, and Nico could feel the coiled tension in her wrists where he was holding them -- torn between forcing him to accept the help, or respecting his wish to be left alone.

Eventually she chose to reluctantly back off, to Nico's relief.

"Okay," she whispered. "I can wait to check them tomorrow. But we definitely need to bring the fever down right now -- I'll grab some ice packs." She darted off, and it gave Nico a chance to breathe.

He was still reeling from what he'd discovered, but he knew he couldn’t let Amelia know what he'd learned yet-- she might call for backup if she thought he'd try to escape her house.

Which he fully, 100% planned to do. When the time was right, of course. He'd have to wait until he wasn't under Amelia's close supervision to make his move.

So he'd play the long game, go along with whatever Amelia wanted -- just long enough to get her to lower her guard. All he needed was for her to take her eyes off him for an hour or two, and he could vanish.

Because two could play the game of manipulation and deceit. Nico was like a cornered wolf who'd finally decided to use his teeth for biting. He would fight his way out if he had to. Use force if needed to get out of this awful place.

Nico hadn't even realized he'd had a fever until Amelia pointed it out -- but now that he was paying attention, he was aware of the heat throbbing in his head, the sweat beading on his skin.

He forced a weak smile onto his face when Amelia reappeared, playing the role of the clever fox who outsmarted a hunter's snare.

Amelia was carrying a bucket, and she took out several ice packs from it, placing them on his body to help cool him down. Then she placed a cold wet cloth on his forehead, and the immense relief it brought made Nico sigh gratefully. He hadn't realized how much his body hurt aside from his injuries -- hadn't noticed how much the fever was taking from him on top of his other more pressing ailments.

"Better?" Amelia asked when she was done.

Nico only let out a grunt of acknowledgment, his eyes fluttering closed.

She took the hint and left him to rest undisturbed.

Nico waited until it was night, until Amelia had gone off to bed, before deciding it was safe to get up.

He bit his tongue to stifle whimpers of pain as he slid off the couch to stand on wobbly legs.

Step by painstaking step he walked around until he found a backpack, quietly removing the current contents and deeming it good enough for his uses.

From there he crept into the kitchen, silently packing some random food he found around for travel. He grabbed a few kitchen knives too, wrapping them in fabric as makeshift sheaths before tucking them neatly into the backpack along with his gun from under his pillow, and even the pillow itself.

Then he wandered to the bathroom, where he found the medical supplies and packed a bunch of extra gauze and sterilized tools for later use treating his own wounds and changing out old dressings.

He had to squish it all tightly to fit, but he managed to zip the backpack up when he was done -- ready to leave and make his daring escape.

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Thank you all for the 100k hits everybody 😘💜💜 80% of it quite genuinly might be APAF but every single one of you who took the time to read the mess I make genuinly means the world to me, now more than ever. 💜

As an extra bit of a thank you, a writing progress update yap

APAF and BW are currently still on hiatus. Brain has not brained and due to outside influences any time i think about it, all motivation vanishes. Not even attempted chapter planning had any success so it's a real struggle at the moment. (Shoutout to that one ass on wattpad earlier this week that was leaving hate comments and tried to claim it as "innocent frustration towards the characters actions and thoughts" and not my writing. I hope the universe gives u the life u deserve) I'm too stubborn to abandon them so even if it takes 10 years. They will stay on hiatus until i have enough pre-written to start posting again. Current goal is 5 arcs (there are 15 arcs in total still remaining) for APAF and BW fully finished (3 chapters) but with 0 combined words written....it may take a while and for that im genuinly sorry to the people who are waiting on an update for those

In better news:

For the first time in 3 months I finally managed to write a whopping 800 words for a new one shot Careful What You Wish For. Shout out to that trash Lilo And Stitch remake for the glorious angst it spawned in my brain. I wont make any promises on when ill post again (as any posting is connected to APAF and BW progress) but once im actually done with it ill color it orange in my wip masterlist. Once its actually posted ill color it in with its corresponding fic length color with a link too, as will all other stories i made on the side

I also have a new wip for DPxMonsterHigh (VISP: Very Important Scaritage Project) in a way I've never seen before (aka my favorite type of wip to make). Let me just say I am beyond proud of the lore i made for this au and i genuinly cant wait to share it. Im still working on making my final pre-writing notes but im also planning a mini comic that spoils a main plot point at the same time so do please look forward to that. I'll be able to share the final panel of the mini comic before the story released but the precursors will need to wait until the posted chapters are at that point (shout out to xen for coping with the severe levels of yap this thing has caused and with the combined effort of karra as well for helping with the hell that is this mini comic)

I mentioned some months ago in a comment on here that i would have Astray done by summer. I have that fic now fully planned out to start writing as well as an accompanying mini comic but i have yet to have any spoons for the actual tippy tappying or arting for it. Its not much of a progress update but know that i am just trying to fix the severe spoon shortage before writing can start

I have tried to work on Let The Wind Carry Your Call as well as The Game Of Family (check out the art i did make in case anybody is interested) but both of those are currently stuck at the part that covers Jason's death and ya gorl does not have the emotional stability to handle that atm. Overall very little progress but still progress nonetheless

The Curse Of Afterlife has been mentally fully plotted but my notes are still incomplete. The ability to cross off a plotpoint/scene is what had been helping as of late so im trying to stick to that structure

Not only did i finish fully plotting and chaptering Phantom Guardian, it now has a yet to be named sequel that is halfway planned out. I want to wait with calling PG1 ready to start writing in case details in PG2 will require retconning the current plot but it is nearing completion and awaiting available spoons

I hope this counts for something so rest assured, when I return to posting, there will be loads of new stuff for you all to enjoy. Again a big thank you to everybody who stuck by me so far and an even bigger thank you to everybody who chooses to come along for the ride during this hiatus of mine 💜💜😘

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Numbers Game ~ Chapter 39

As Ruined As Hope

Pairings: Cross Guild Polycule x Shanks x Fem!Reader x ???

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 9k+

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Chapter Tunes: Monster ~ Meg Myers | Lips Like Sugar ~ Echo & The Bunnymen

Summary: The end of the Hunt looms closer, and although your sister is the only hope you should cling to, it's hard to resist your favorite Hunters. It's hard not to enjoy a second date, even while the walls are closing in.

Ch. 38 Recap: Detailed recap is directly below the cut!

Author's Note: When I first started writing fics, I was a bit of a Plantser, but mostly the stories just unrolled in my mind as I went. (To be fair, I was in a very long mixed/manic episode when I started so that may have had something to do with all that Pantsing 🤷‍♀️). Then I decided to add Shanks to this sexy pot, and the Cross Guild party chapters got me HOOKED on Plotting. It's been rough getting back to my old writing speed with all the life things, but all of this has been plotted and outlined for months, and it feels SO satisfying to finally get it out to y'all. I can't wait to show you what comes next 🥰

Dark Content Warning: Uncle Cedrick is his own warning, y'all. I've also bracketed another recorded scene from the asylum, so please skip to the summary directly below the scene if doctors, mental institutions, or related topics are heavily triggering for you.

This is a core theme of the story, but I have done some time in those "grippy sock vacations" (both as a patient and as a peripheral worker), so I know how dehumanizing and painful it can be. This story has been heavy, and I wouldn't blame anyone for stepping away or taking a break. Whether you keep reading or not, I hope you know that you are not alone. You deserve to feel safe and worthy of kindness and love. 💜

Also, I hope everyone remembers the tag/warning: Cross Guild Boys are VILLAINS. It’s been there since day one, so 🤷‍♀️

Extra Tags/Warnings: The smut in here has a lot of spit. Here's your warning since I haven't tagged that before. I swear it's there for a good reason, lol 🤤

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!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for current One Piece plotlines!!! Sorry y'all, I'm trying to keep most spoilers small or vague details, but Cross Guild is endgame, lol.

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Mental Illness, Grief, Hospitals, Doctors, Mental Health Treatment, Toxic Family, Childhood Trauma, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Relationship Drama, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Uncle Cedrick Has Become His Own Warning, Death of an Unnamed Character, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Ch. 38 Recap:

Shanks continued to struggle with his guilt and failures, still not finding a way to use the advantage the Concealer had given him.

Buggy & Crocodile found what comfort they could in each other while Buggy heard his star find pleasure and sorrow across the sea.

Reader tried to fight against hope, but realizing that she wouldn't mind ending up with four out of the five remaining hunters left her feeling free, especially when one of those hunters taught her how to fly.

Kat tried to have something for herself, but pushed that hope aside when the lovely Vinsmoke princess revealed her true goal. Reiju warned Kat of her family's plans, and vowed that she would kill the reader if she married one of her brothers.

Reader promised her sister that she wouldn't choose a Vinsmoke after learning how they planned to use her, but reader knew it wouldn't be her choice to make.

Now Reader's hopes had shrunk down to two out of five, and the reader braced herself. She remembered that hope was fucking stupid.

As Ruined As Hope

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Pretend, please pretend.

Luckily, a scowl wasn’t out of place on your sister’s face, but the violence in her eyes was too vivid.

You were good at pretending. No fear or disgust in your eyes, no hint of a snarl on your lips.

Just that smile, just warm laughter, just pretending while your green-haired suitor drooled over you at breakfast.

Kat was glaring, ignoring the princess at her side while she watched you flirt with the simpering monster.

“It’s too bad she can’t leave the island yet,” Uncle Cedrick lamented. His voice had shifted enough for you to hear through the cloud of compliments Yonji surrounded you with.

That tone of torment always pricked your ears.

“Y/N just loves snails, don’t you, niece,” he taunted. Slime crept up your skin at the satisfaction on his face. “Have you seen the Germa fleet? Incredible creatures, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Uncle, they are quite—”

“It takes a specific environment to cultivate such large and intelligent snails,” Judge spoke over you, taking your uncle’s attention again. “Given your family’s diverse real estate, you may already own an adequate forest to begin your own colony.”

“You know, our kingdom can shift however we like,” Yonji bragged while he trailed fingers along the side of your neck. Kat’s eyes were burning into him, and you were amazed that his flesh wasn’t sizzling against your skin. “I’ll let you tell my snail where you want to go, and we can take my whole tower with us on our honeymoon. Where does my pretty princess want to go?”

Visions of crumbled sandcastles filled your weak mind while you smiled at Kat until the rage in her eyes calmed into casual disdain.

“Prince Yonji, you’ve already shown me how to fly,” you purred, faking a sip of your drink so you could lean away from the green haired prince. “Now you say we can go anywhere I wish? It sounds too good to be true.”

The prince’s response was too saccharine to fully take in, especially when all you could focus on was keeping everyone’s attention away from the hate in your sister’s eyes.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🐈🐈🐈~~~

“Sis—”

“Sorry sweetheart, I need to borrow your sister for a bit,” their uncle cut in, cupping Kat’s cheek before nudging her out the door with the Vinsmokes.

Great.

Of course it was fake. Y/N was frighteningly good at pretending for the leeches she hated so much.

It’s just pretend. She’s going to drop them. It’s just for appearances, just for this stupid, fucked up game.

“Hey, Kat,” Reiju crept up behind her, that poisonous voice too soft. “Would you like to take a walk before the hunt?”

“No, thank you.”

Kat found her way outside to breathe some air that hopefully hadn’t touched any royal lips that day.

~~~🐈🐈🐈~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

So many flavors of smiles to choose from, yet he had chosen this one. Uncle Cedrick had always been a master at playing pretend, but all these years of owning you, owning everything, had dulled the skill. Or he just didn’t need to hide anymore. Too much wealth and power to give a shit about what the cattle thought of him.

Or the deer.

“Take a seat, dear niece,” he commanded, gesturing for you to sit too close before pinching your cheek. “It’s about time for a check in, don’t you think?”

“Of course, Uncle,” you smiled. His smile only grew more feral, more pleased, and you tried to brace yourself.

“Do you have a favorite yet—or is it still too early to tell,” he taunted, cutting you off before the words could leave your lips. “Well, did you at least enjoy your little fantasy?”

Nausea roiled in your gut. No matter what his next words were, your body knew they would make you sick.

Uncle looked his happiest when he was tearing you down.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

Empty. I’m empty.

“Aw, and here I thought I was being so generous,” your uncle complained, the hurt in his voice so thin and brittle it was hardly noticeable over the pleasure. “I made sure you got a chance to get him out of your system. I hope you enjoyed getting violated by your daddy’s best friend. He's been asking about you for years, and it’s been ‘mm, well,’ so damn irritating. Did you scratch that itch of his?”

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Your ears were ringing. Your eyes were wide, but they stayed dry while you stayed still.

“Or did you already let him fuck you way back when,” Uncle Cedrick baited you. You couldn’t let him in. “Iceburg never struck me as a monster, but you always acted like such a little slut, even before your dead daddy trauma—”

“You’re the monster.”

No. Nonononono. Be empty. Empty.

STOP!

You couldn’t stop.

Ears were ringing. Body was shaking. Nails dug into your palms. Teeth bit into your cheek enough to draw a hint of iron. It was the only thing that kept you from tearing that slow, evil smile off his face.

“Are you seeing things,” he asked, but the concern in his voice was only there to trap you. “Remember to breathe, niece. You wouldn’t want to hurt a family member because you’re hallucinating, would you? You know I’m your human uncle, not a monster, right, Y/N?”

There were tears of terror and rage in your throat, but you’d let yourself choke on them before letting him see his salty victory on your cheeks.

Pretend.

He was winning. He always won.

“Oh my, you’re not looking well, Y/N. Let me call for the doctor.”

“I'm fine.”

Fuzzy. Things were going fuzzy, and that was so much better. You just had to be a doll until he wasn’t looking.

The monster smiled as he reached for you. The way he stroked your hair might have felt soothing from any other hand, but you had to fight not to gag at his touch.

“I’m your uncle, remember. All I care about is protecting our family. I must make sure that you’re not a danger to yourself or others.”

“I’m feeling well, Uncle. I’m sorry.”

How strange. It seemed like words had left your lips.

“I’m relieved to hear that, niece. Run along now,” Uncle Cedrick gave a lazy snap before pointing toward the door. “Go fix your face for the hunt. You’ll be sending that shipwright home in less than an hour, and we can’t have you looking so sad about it.”

A pause went on too long, and he pulled your chin toward him, forcing you to keep your eyes on his.

“Why...”

The laughter that left him was sharp and satisfied, as though he’d been waiting for you to ask.

“Please, dear niece,” Uncle Cedrick scolded you, letting go of your face to tap the tip of your nose. “I know you’re smarter than that. It’s impressive how well Iceburg’s done for himself given he started out on a literal pile of trash. Still, there’s nothing that dockworker has that we can’t buy. Let him down easy though. I’d rather keep his business than buy it, at least for now.”

Empty.

“Of course, Uncle.”

“There she is,” he breathed against your ear while he dragged you to your feet, cruel hands guiding you toward the door. “My little smarty.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

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~~~🐊 🐊 🐊 ~~~

He may have drunk all the scotch on the island. Bourbon didn’t quite do the trick, but the ex-Warlord couldn’t make it through this torture without some kind of burn.

Although with every night, every brutal moment he sat there helpless on the floor, Crocodile craved the kind of burn that would end this torture for good.

Something. There has to be something.

There was nothing.

All Crocodile found in those recordings was the torment he surely deserved.

He was a monster. He’d been a monster to her before he fell in love, and now he must suffer for his sins.

There was nothing to glean from Y/N’s recorded sessions except for the cruelty of the hells they were both trapped in.

“Just show me something, sweetheart,” the monster begged while his little love screamed and wept on the wall again. “Your uncle, your mother, that fucking doctor... I’ll gut them for you baby girl. Just show me—”

‘You seem calmer today, Y/N. How are you feeling?’

~~~⚫⚫⚫~~~

His sweet girl was quiet, head bowed before her torturer. If she spoke, that damned snail didn’t pick it up.

‘Would you like to return to your—'

‘I'm sorry,’ she choked out, her face stretching with pain before she sobbed. ‘I didn't mean to. I didn't want to... I'm sorry.’

Dr. Vorsan finally showed his slimy, pale face. Crocodile nearly slammed his hook through the wall when that trash sat at her table, dipping his head to meet her eyes.

‘Remorse is a challenging, but powerful emotion. Even the most monstrous of us can find peace after truth has had its moment.’

The child wept with such force, such pain that it tore through that frightening man until he could hardly breathe.

‘Are you ready to admit the truth, Y/N? Are you ready to start healing?’

‘Yes, doctor.’

His sweet girl should never have to beg, but he listened while she did.

‘What is the truth you've been hiding from?’

‘I'm... I'm a monster.’

No, sweetheart.

‘Why does that word feel like truth, Y/N?’

Somehow that bland face became frightening in its power. There was nothing the villain could do while he watched the doctor tear her apart.

‘I hurt it. I hurt— I didn’t mean…’

‘Are victims less hurt when their monsters don't mean to hurt them?’

He’s dead, sweet girl. All his words are ash, salted earth, don’t fucking listen.

‘N-no.’

‘You're making good progress, Y/N. Keep going. What are you?’

...

‘Keep going, Y/N.’

‘I'm a monster,’ the broken child cried out, and all Crocodile could do was smash another hole into the floor. ‘I'm selfish. I'm sick. I'm not well. I shouldn't— I can't.’

Y/N paused, her head slowly falling forward until her body slumped. She didn't react when her face hit the table with a gentle thud.

‘Good work. You can spend some time in the great room today once you're feeling better,’ Dr. Vorsan soothed, eliciting a soft groan from her still form. ‘Now that you're acknowledging the truth, we can begin to help you. You're a monster because you're sick, Y/N, but I can help you get well. Would you like to get well?’

The slurred moan that left that broken child sounded more like a ‘please,’ than a ‘yes.’

‘This is a huge step on the path to recovery,’ the dead man hummed while he patted her back, ignoring her flinch and the drool that fell from her slackened lips. ‘You should feel proud of yourself for accepting the truth. Acceptance is the only way to wellness. Do you remember what your truth is?’

No, sweet girl.

‘I’m a monster.’

~~~⚫⚫⚫~~~

~~~

~⚫SUMMARY⚫~

Crocodile watched a recording of the reader in the asylum, and this time, Dr. Vorsan showed himself on screen. The reader was crying and apologized for hurting “it.” She stated that she hadn’t meant to, but her doctor reminded her that intention doesn’t make a victim less hurt.

Dr. Vorsan convinced the reader to accept the truth so that she could become well. He made her repeat that truth.

The reader stated that she was a monster, and the doctor praised her for admitting it.

~⚫SUMMARY⚫~

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~~~🐊🐊🐊~~~

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~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Nothing matters. Nothing is real.

Smiling was easy when nothing was real.

“It’s cruel to keep them waiting, niece.” That voice filled the courtyard with laughs of derision and delight, but it wasn’t enough to pull you into the moment.

The arrow he snapped in half by your ear was enough. You gripped the shattered wood, shoving down all the images of what you could do with the broken pieces while the platform moved you, displaying you before your hunters.

Does the prey feel empty before it’s caught? When the deer freezes in place, when its eyes are wide against the threat of danger, does it feel fear? Or does everything fade away until the end arrives?

You hoped for that emptiness while you fought off the hope within you.

These hunters were far less dangerous than hope could ever be.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

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~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

Doubt was his constant companion now that this Emperor of the Sea had been faced with his own wicked reflection. How could he trust anything that his weak, selfish mind craved to see? How could he trust his own choices after learning how fucking egotistical he’d always been?

What do you mean, he mocked himself while he watched the woman he’d hurt shine too bright for the pain she held. Shanks was caught on Y/N’s perfect smile, fixated on the way she pretended with every breath, every slight movement.

“Forgive me, princess, but I can’t tell you why you should let me stay,” the firstborn Vinsmoke prince crooned while he knelt at her feet. “I’m afraid that I’ve been called away for family duties.”

She was quiet, a few splinters falling from her grip while she waited for the smug piece of shit to finish.

“I have to leave the hunt now,” Ichiji confessed, kissing her knuckles while she clung to that shattered arrow, “but I’ll see you after the wedding. You’re going to be our pretty, perfect princess, aren’t you? I’ll see you at home.”

That smug, spoiled prince stood, kissing her cheek before flying away.

The leeches fucking loved it.

“My, my, what a shame,” Cedrick calmed them, bringing the attention back to his little hunt. “I wonder if Prince Ichiji was the one my niece was sending home. I suppose we won’t find out until they all say their piece. Which hunter failed to pierce her heart?”

Three more foes to tear down before he could claim that wounded star.

“My princess,” the green haired brat purred, “I’ll show you the world. Anywhere you wanna go. Anything for you.”

“I’m here for you, girlie,” his greatest foe smiled. “Let’s sail out of here together.”

“My cute, little bride.” The voice that poured down from that half-hidden face was sweeter than that sweet commander had any right to be. “I’ll take care of you, Y/N.”

It was his turn.

Shanks found nothing but emptiness in those lovely eyes, and it took every ounce of strength he had not to weep and beg at her feet for forgiveness.

But he was here to play the villain.

He wasn’t playing.

“You’re mine, little bunny,” Shanks breathed against her cheek, though his voice was captured, spread across the courtyard for all to hear. “I know you wanna keep playing with me.”

His little bunny gave a perfect smile, soft and coy, and Shanks wondered how many other bunnies had lied with their smiles. He never would have known.

Self-pity was fucking selfish, so that Emperor of the Sea ignored everything but the breaths he counted from her precious lips.

Only three enemies left in his path.

The perfect man that bested him at every turn.

The shitty little prince with too much confidence.

And the only hunter that might last more than a few seconds if Shanks could put them down the way he craved.

Katakuri’s crimson eyes flicked toward him as though he could sense the threat of death in the Emperor’s mind. Shanks huffed a laugh.

If only this battle could be as clean and clear as the violence he craved.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

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~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“Mr. Iceburg,” said a voice from your lips, a voice that didn’t break like you nearly had. “I’m afraid your arrow failed to pierce my heart.”

Your favorite shipwright ignored the shattered wood you offered, staring into your eyes as though he could see the truth behind your mask. The two of you stayed silent while the vultures made greedy noises, excited or complaining over their bets.

Finally, the man of your dreams freed you from his gaze, only to glare at Uncle Cedrick with barely contained fury in his eyes.

“Don’t be a poor sport, Ice,” your tormentor smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he leaned toward the shipwright. “Your arrow may be broken, but our bonds will never break. You’ll always be a treasured friend of the Sylvad family.”

“Of course. I will always be your friend,” Iceburg spoke to you with a steadiness that stilled your breath. The gentle touch of his rough fingers against your own was almost too much to fight against, and the kiss he left across your knuckles tore a shiver from you that you couldn’t stifle. “I’m here for you, girlie. I just want you to be happy.”

“A true gentleman,” Uncle called out, dragging you away from the man of your dreams.

None of it was real. Just daydreams.

“We’re already down to three hunters? You’ve gone through them rather quickly, haven’t you, niece?” Your uncle chuckled along with the crowd while he pinched your cheek. He pinched you harder until you pretended to enjoy his teasing.

Uncle Cedrick’s little doll.

“Do you know what this means,” he riled up the leeches, and you almost missed the fucking band striking up to build the tension. “This means that one of these hunters will be joining our family in four days' time.”

So much applause, but it wasn’t for you. You were just the bonus prize; the little toy thrown in with the Sylvad wealth and power they all coveted.

“Each will have one more night to win her, and one extra day to fight off any cold feet. Then we’ll find out which Hunter will pierce her heart.”

Katakuri knelt as your buyers were guided before you, and the music dipped, building suspense instead of romance.

How fitting.

The sick humor of it helped you to smile at them while the snails captured it all. Thankfully, you were skilled at looking just close enough to someone’s eyes that you wouldn’t have to feel them, wouldn’t risk them seeing the cracks.

“To keep it fair, we’ll be drawing numbers to determine the order of the final dates. While we get that set up, why don’t we hear from our bride to be? Chinode, if you would be so kind.”

~~~🌲~~~

The young reporter seemed even more flustered to be peeling you apart than she had the men who hunted you. Mindless garbage spilled from your lips while she tried to catch your true feelings with her questions, pausing now and then for the crowd to cry out their guesses and demands, the pleasure they took at your torment only fueling your need to be numb.

They’d probably get off on your true torture even more than this glittering lie.

“Miss Sylvad, there has been a lot of speculation about your love life over the past few years,” Chinode filled her voice with too much interest, so you deepened your smile while you waited for her attack. “You’ve managed to stay under the radar, even ‘Big News’ Morgans hasn’t reported on the heiress of Sylvad’s since—”

“Come now,” you interrupted with a haughty laugh that would make any leech proud, “your boss knows what a bore I’ve been. Although, it’s been a while since the old bird came down for a movie night. Morgans makes the best popcorn, but please don’t feed it to regular birds. His feathers would get so ruffled if I didn’t warn you.”

Interviews were sparring matches, battles that could destroy the weak, the unprepared. You’d gone far too long without practice and your stamina was running out fast.

Although the laughter of the crowd was tilting, showing you might survive this little fight.

“You might think it was boring, but I’m sure the rest of us would love to hear about your past relationships,” Chinode needled, sounding too fucking sweet. “Do the three remaining hunters have anything in common with an old flame, perhaps? Or maybe you’re regretting that there wasn’t a woman on your list of suitors? It was only a year and half ago since you were spotted at your family’s resort with—”

“I’m flattered, Chinode,” you purred for the crowd. The vultures squawked with delight when you gripped her chin until her eyes grew wide, her cheeks growing pink under the bright lights. You gave every bit of heat you could, letting Uncle's ravenous guests feast on this drama instead of the past you were sick of remembering. “I do enjoy women as well, but I’m afraid you’re too late to join the hunt. You would have made it pretty far though, cutie.”

You dragged your thumb across her lips, hating the last word from your own. Watching the reporter stammer and sway was enough of a distraction for you, and for the greedy crowd, at least for a moment.

Flirting and teasing, lying and pretending; that was the only way you’d survive.

Everyone’s a fucking con artist.

“I hope you’ve all placed your bets,” Uncle Cedrick called out over his tittering guests. He pulled you to your feet to join him at a pedestal that held a beautiful, round cage that he’d spun for effect.

Dizzy.

“Go ahead, dear,” he taunted as he placed three, wooden balls in that golden cage, each carved with a name.

The order meant nothing to you, so you spun that cage again and again until those names fell into their slots. It took you a moment to stop spinning it, to stop staring into that swirling gold.

“And here we have it,” Uncle announced, close enough to jolt you out of it. “The hunters each have one more chance to claim her, although my niece will get to choose the dates this time. Tonight, Katakuri will have her, tomorrow Prince Yonji will have his go, and Emperor Shanks has won the final date.”

Somehow the order did matter, and you swallowed down your bile as the courtyard filled with noise.

So many boring, gluttonous pigs were on their feet, stomping and toasting and squealing in pleasure. It was quite the feat that they could lift themselves up under the piles of priceless fabrics and jewels they carried on their backs. The courtyard seemed to fill with the phantoms of all the people these pigs had trampled, all the blood, sweat, and tears they had sucked from the world around them.

Leeches.

Oh, that felt better. It could be just as reckless if you didn’t leash it, but hate had never left you as ruined as hope. Now your smile tasted sweet.

If only you could spill that hate like venom from your lips, like acid to burn the world around you. Their squeals turned into cries of pain in your mind, visions of violence and terror like a soothing balm. Twisted daydreams for a twisted soul.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🐈🐈🐈~~~

The scent of vanilla filled the air, and Kat was about to go violent if the crowd of makeup artists and hairstylists didn’t let her see her sister soon. Speaking privately in front of staff always felt gross, but she couldn’t even start while Y/N was hidden behind a wall of moving flesh and too many fucking smells.

“Hey, sis, I...”

Don’t do it. Don’t fucking do it.

“Fuck you, Kat.”

The middle finger Y/N flashed her made Kat’s choking laughs turn into a cackle so sharp and sweet that she forgot everything for a moment. Especially when her sister couldn’t fight off her own giggles.

“You look like a fucking cupcake,” Kat wheezed, eyes tearing up. She had to look away, the sight before her almost painfully hilarious, absurd and so fucking good.

“Shut the fuck up,” Y/N spat, annoyance killed quickly by her own snort when she caught her reflection in the mirror again.

Piles and piles of lace and tulle spilled out around her waist, soft whites and gentle pinks like so much frosting.

“Are those... Are those real fucking sprinkles?”

“No,” the cupcake squeaked, clutching at her chest while she caught her breath.

Kat found her struggling with the clasp, her hair too full of hairspray and ribbons to pull the chain of her locket over her head.

“You got this locket from—”

“It reminded me of dad,” Y/N lied softly. Even with her ridiculous makeup, Kat saw a hint of pain in her furrowed brows while she stared down at the locket in her hand. She ran her thumb over the engraved ship and its guiding star before stuffing it beneath the hot pink under bust corset that left more lace to spill over her chest and off her shoulders.

It looked like all that frosting was starting to melt.

“Don’t fucking laugh at me, you twat!”

“Twat? Did you just call me a—fuck, I’m sorry,” Kat choked, wiping more tears from her eyes while her sister failed so thoroughly at trying to look fierce under all those sprinkles and pretty, pink bows. “I just hope your lovely leather boy doesn’t eat you tonight.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind,” Y/N hummed. Kat’s jaw dropped, and for just a moment, she was the one being laughed at. It didn’t last long though.

Y/N looked like a fucking cupcake.

The Sylvad sisters giggled together until that cupcake was whisked away.

All that laughter faded, Kat’s face slipping into its most comfortable position. It wasn’t a frown, but it was too far from a smile for everyone she knew, except for Y/N. She was the only person that never pressured her to smile.

Until this morning.

Kat frowned then, walking through the cloud of vanilla perfume that still permeated the room. Somehow that scent had grown even stronger, and her frown twitched into a tiny smile at the thought of sprinkles again.

~~~🐈🐈🐈~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Uncle had almost told the truth when he made his announcement earlier. You had been given a list of themes to choose from, but since you didn’t know which hunter would claim each date, you chose the three most public options you could.

The “theatre troupe” you had picked turned out to be nothing but clowns.

Clowns spilled out of the tent that your date couldn’t fit inside, surrounding you both with so many colors and sounds, so many silly and impressive talents.

So many fake, red noses.

Your uncle’s obsession with driving you mad was so excessive, it brought tears of laughter to the corners of your eyes. Luckily the clowns deserved a laugh, and your madness stayed hidden for a bit longer.

“You look beautiful this evening, Y/N.”

That incredible voice washed over you, but your relaxed sigh turned to a gasp when Katakuri caught a clown that had launched herself toward your pedestal.

“Do not touch her,” he commanded, eliciting sighs from the audience that were watching you more than the performers.

“Thank you.” Your voice was too high. Stupid, fucking clowns. “My sister said I look like a cupcake though. Do you prefer me in leather or lace?”

It was such an effort not to snarl at the swooning crowd. They were distracting you from what could be your last chance for…

There was no fucking room for hope.

“I know you were hoping to watch the show, but I’d prefer some privacy if that’s alright,” Katakuri asked permission, and your smile was true when you gave him a nod. “Close your eyes.”

“Oh gods,” you cried out, embracing the freedom of flying, held so gently while your date saved you from the circus. Soon there was quiet, soon there was a slightly sweet scent in the air, and your body was laid onto something so soft, so comforting, that you kept your eyes closed until you could stamp out that hope again.

“Are you alright, Miss Sylvad,” Katakuri asked as softly as his voice would allow.

You fell back onto that mochi, staring at the pale dome above you while your exhausted laughs flooded the space.

“Y/N,” your only hope asked. That sweet, sweet commander tugged his scarf down as he leaned over you, but that show of trust couldn’t break through. “Can you tell me what you need? I can’t tell what you’re going to say. You just keep laughing.”

You laughed harder, the touch of his large fingers on your powdery face making you cackle when you realized what you needed.

“Fuck,” you giggled as you wiped as many sprinkles off your skin as you could. “Marry? Or kill?”

Katakuri’s sharp brows furrowed while he watched you shake off any semblance of sanity.

Nothing was real. Everything was fucking hilarious.

Katakuri was lovely.

“That’s my life. Just a game. Fuck. Marry. Kill.” You climbed to your feet, gazing up at that beautiful death wish before you tugged at all that stupid, pink lace. “Which one do you want?”

“I don’t—”

“Pick one, please,” you begged and taunted, still fighting with the laces of your pretty corset. “Unless you want all three? Let’s do all three—”

“No.”

That stunning, forceful voice made you gasp, but your hands didn’t stop their task until he lifted you into the air again.

“Please.”

Your voice was too soft, too real, and you tried not to let the look in his crimson eyes break through. It didn’t make sense how his grip on you could feel so gentle.

“If you truly want it,” he rasped, his fangs so close to you now, “I will gladly do the first two.”

You were nothing but melted frosting on his fingers now.

“But you will be a Charlotte,” Katakuri vowed, leaning close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. “If anyone tries to harm you, let alone kill you, then they will die screaming.”

It felt so real.

Desperately trying to turn that deadly hope into anything else, you relaxed into his hold, your body going soft and loose.

“I will do anything for my family, Y/N,” that lovely, leather boy promised. “I need you, and I will protect you with my life. I promise you—”

“No promises, please,” you reached out, trailing your hand along his cheekbone. “Just be with me now. I want to see how husband sized you really are.”

He was so pretty, especially when that concern in those intense eyes shifted into something darker.

Hope was fucking stupid, but you’d take any moment of relief you could. Your pathetic lips parted, about to beg for him to help you forget.

“Are you sure?”

Katakuri’s voice sent your eyes rolling back. The way he held you had felt safe and gentle, but that heat in his voice was a delicious warning. He was almost three times as tall as most of the men you’d been with. Charlotte Katakuri was a beautiful death wish, and you wouldn’t mind being crushed, devoured, destroyed, so long as this gorgeous man did it right this fucking second.

“Yes, Katakuri. Please,” you dared to demand the terrifying man that held you aloft, so close to those razor-sharp fangs. “Please, let me see all of you. Show me what kind of husband you’ll be.”

Gods, his fucking voice. You were sure that he could bring you with only that heated chuckle, that hum that rolled over you like a wave.

“They didn’t need to dress you like this.” Katakuri teased his breath over your skin while you pulled free from all that lace. You were shaking when he set you down, but you managed to secure your locket around your neck before you lost yourself completely.

Charlotte Katakuri was stripping for you.

“You are so sweet,” he purred, his scarf and vest tossed aside before his huge fingers trailed down his tattooed skin toward those leather pants. “I’m not used to this feeling Y/N, but you have... surprised me.”

“What... What do you mean,” you managed to ask while you tried not to squirm like a bug at his feet.

Holy fucking shit.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

All you could do was admire the very husband-sized man that towered over you, his nude body painted with so much vicious ink. Katakuri laid on his side, an adorable, wicked smirk on that frightening mouth while he observed you.

“I came here because I had to. My family needs you,” he whispered in a voice that was too large. “I need you, Y/N, but I didn’t expect to want you.”

He laughed so deep, so perfect, while you moaned for him, already twitching when he teased his fingers around your body.

“My cute, little bride,” Katakuri praised, taking in a quick breath when you spread your legs for those lovely fingers. “Do you want me too, Y/N?”

Your answer nearly came out in a sob, but he understood.

He gave you what you needed.

“Fuck,” he huffed a laugh, bringing his fingers to his dangerous tongue before returning to your dripping cunt. “So sweet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please, Katakuri,” you whined, back arching against that soft, sweet ground when he shoved one of those fingers inside of you, whining again when he withdrew.

“Taste yourself for me,” Katakuri demanded, so low and soft when he pressed that finger against your lips. Pride flared in you at the heat in his eyes, especially when he stuffed a second finger into your mouth.

Just one of his fingers had felt almost as large as a fucking cock when he’d thrust it inside of you, and now two of those fingers filled your mouth while crimson eyes watched you so closely. It seemed as though that sweet commander might actually eat you up, but you didn’t care. You licked and sucked those huge fingers, giving everything to him, everything you could.

“Drool for me, pretty thing,” Katakuri rasped, his lips parting when your nails dug into his hand. “I want you dripping, so sticky and sweet before I use you.”

Your core clenched with need so hard that it ached. Spit and slick dripped from your desperate body; you didn’t even have to try.

“Such a good girl. Look what you’ve done to me, Y/N,” he praised, leaving a trail of spit when he took his fingers from your mouth. That trail of spit felt electric when he grasped his massive, leaking cock. It was too much, but you couldn’t look away while his thumb circled over his tip, mixing your saliva with that huge bead of precum. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Katakuri laughed again, such a delicious sound while you let out another pathetic moan.

“Will you let me use you? Will you trust me?”

Did you say yes? You must have, because your crimson-eyed lover brought his face to yours, stopping your breath before warm lips ghosted over your stomach. Those fangs were so close.

“I’ll be careful,” he threatened. The heat of his breath felt too good.

“I trust you,” came your reckless truth. “Fuck!”

You were deliciously lost when his tongue found you again. Your last hope dragged the taste of your need all the way up your stomach before he teased around one of your breasts, then the other. He gave a wicked smirk when he stuffed your mouth with his thick fingers again, stifling the screams he pulled from you with his other hand.

One finger, then two, and your greedy cunt already felt so full.

“Such a tasty mess,” Katakuri praised, tearing you into pieces. With all those fingers still fucking you open, the tip of his tongue over your clit was all you needed. You drooled and gushed around his fingers while you came, and you were limp and twitching when he dragged more spit and slick across your body. “I won’t try entering you today, but I want to feel you on my cock. Can I use you?”

“Please,” you begged for anything. Anything this man could give you. “I want you—fuck, Katakuri…”

Pure danger gazed down at you, but you didn’t care while his tongue left trails from your core all the way to your neck before he sat against the wall of mochi and pulled you onto his lap. So many desperate noises left your lips at the sight of him pleasuring himself. He spit in his hand, rubbing along the back of his overwhelming cock.

“Mm, so good for me,” he praised, his deep voice gone breathy while he slid you up and down his length. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Keep drooling for me, my hungry girl, just like that.”

His veins were so fucking thick, pulsing against your core. That Sweet Commander paused his movements to let you melt, and you forgot about everything. Nothing but that silky flesh against your skin. With your core pressed against his base, that swollen tip nearly made it to the center of your chest.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Are you ready for me,” he asked while he nudged your locket over your shoulder until it fell behind your back. Part of you almost woke up, but the feel of him twitching between your legs emptied your mind.

Nodding for him, you let yourself make a sticky mess so you could play. The feel of his tip under your hands was overwhelming. He moaned as you dragged your hands down, then laughed as your eyes went wide.

It took both of your hands to reach around him, your fingertips barely touching while you stroked up that wicked cock.

“Hang on, little bride,” Katakuri rasped. You cried out as he dragged you down, the press of skin against your ass was fucking unreal. The feel of his balls beneath you while your clit got so much delicious pressure along his base was incredible. You almost forgot his warning.

He used you.

He used you like a fucking toy, and you didn’t want him to stop.

“Katakuri!”

“Gods... I can feel you coming on my cock,” he praised, pretty eyes going heavy with need while he bounced your body over him. You held on, still adding to your sticky mess while that pulsing flesh rubbed against your core, your stomach, your chest. “Close already, pretty, fuck. Let go.”

He laughed at your whine, dragging you off him to watch you writhing in one hand while he finished himself with the other.

“You want my come, don’t you,” Katakuri gasped, looking surprised again. “I’ll drown you next time. I’m going to take such good... fuck. Such good care of you, Y/N.”

“Please...”

You didn’t want it to be over.

Your sweet, not-a-giant lover chuckled as though he knew how desperate you were.

“I couldn’t cover you in come tonight, pretty, but you’ve been so good for me,” he praised while he laid you on the soft ground he’d made for you. “Do you still want it?”

His words had sent you reeling, but it was nothing compared to the sight of his fingers dripping with his pleasure while he brought them closer.

“Yes,” came your desperate plea, a strangled scream leaving you when he fucked those messy fingers into your mouth and cunt again. His praise, and his teasing tongue against your clit had your eyes rolling back, your limbs spasming in pleasure until he finally set you free.

It felt strange to lie on the ground beside him. He was so sweet, his dangerous mouth quirked in a smile while he stared at you, fingers soothing your skin.

“I know that if I ask, you will tell me you can’t make any promises,” your lovely date breathed, “but I hope you believe me, Y/N. If you marry me, I will protect you. I’ll take care of you. We’ll keep both of our families safe.”

The heat that grew in your throat drew your attention to the chain that had pooled onto the ground beneath your neck. It was a pretty reminder of the only weakness you could afford. No more hope, no more selfishness, just a lump of warm metal to cling to.

His brows furrowed slightly while he watched you struggle to move your body until you pulled the locket free, but he returned your smile.

“Thank you.”

That was all you could say, and Katakuri didn’t push. He just held you close against that massive chest, warmth and comfort so heady; it must have been a dream.

If it was a dream, then the few, dangerous tears that escaped you were fine. He couldn’t have felt that salt on his skin anyway. Even your shame, your weakness, seemed small. Everything was small against this large, lovely dream.

~~~🌲~~~

There were no fluffy robes tonight.

Exhaustion felt sweet, but there was no way to restore the sugary costume you’d started the evening in. Katakuri had done his best to clean his mess, but those very real sprinkles had all been licked or fucked off you.

He took care of you, ignoring the bells and the leeches while he carried you home. It was incredibly warm. It would have been lovely to stay hidden there against his chest, wrapped up in soft, sweet mochi, like you were the center of a treat he was saving for later.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” said that sweet dream. You were still protected from prying eyes when he held you up to your window. He stretched a piece of himself, his delicious power allowing him to creep into your room to open the lock from the inside.

Katakuri seemed to catch your curiosity and hunger at the thought of what else he could do with that delicious power. He chuckled while he set you on your bed, still so gentle with you.

“Goodnight Katakuri,” you sighed. He had been far more comfortable than this lonely bed. “Sweet dreams.”

“Same to you, little bride.”

His face was covered again, but you knew he was smiling. His fingers trailed over your skin one more time, and you managed not to beg him to stay.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🗡️🗡️🗡️~~~

The blood left in the swordsman’s wake almost brought a smile to his cruel lips. Love wasn’t safe, especially not for the people in the way of his.

Dracule Mihawk had never let himself love, but his hunt through the Underworld reminded him of something else he had turned away from, something he had lost.

How long had it been since he felt this? How many years had it been since he’d settled for his title, for boredom, for safety?

The World’s Greatest Swordsman had a purpose again, a reason for being.

What a coward I’ve been...

“Please, I don’t know anything,” his newest obstacle cried.

“Stop lying,” Mihawk sneered. His prey was leaking tears and snot onto the floor while he pressed his boot against his chest. Pathetic. “Who’s your contact? Where have you been getting these fucking snails? Speak up before I tire of waiting.”

“I swear, I don’t know,” the gangster whimpered. “Just another rat, but the pay was...”

Yoru traced along the man’s body, but he stayed silent.

Except for his pitiful sobs.

“The pay,” Mihawk wondered, “Tell me about the pay. Unless you’d prefer to add blood to the puddle of mess beneath you.”

~~~🗡️🗡️🗡️~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Coffee couldn’t wake you from this dream, but you drank it down, grateful that your mother had drunk from the same pot.

Delaine Sylvad smiled at you over her mug, and you envied her that impeccable skill. If you didn’t know it to be a lie, you never would have guessed that she wasn’t a loving mother. You were good at pretending, but your mother had made it her life.

“I was hoping to see Kathryn again,” Katakuri hummed, the words snapping you back to the breakfast table he loomed over. “I brought more powdered doughnuts. I noticed she enjoyed them last time.”

No favorites.

“So thoughtful,” your uncle smiled, his mocking eyes flicking to you for just a second. “I’m sure she had some maid of honor duties to attend to. I’ll make sure she gets them.”

You fixed your face, although Katakuri’s sweet gesture wasn’t enough to stave off your guilt.

Kat deserved as much joy as she could take before your life fucked hers up again.

~~~🌲~~~

“It’s wonderful to see you again, Miss Sylvad,” the eager reporter nearly panted. The two of you were perched on that little platform, but neither the height nor Katakuri’s deadly glare could keep her from risking her life. “I have to say, you had some of us quite worried after your date last night. Not me though, Katakuri. I knew you’d take care of your little bride.”

“You were correct,” he replied, and you curled your genuine laughter into the perfect, coy chuckles that sent hums of pleasure through the crowd.

Your lovely, leather boy seemed to be practiced at handling all the attention, and it was easy to play off his reactions. Even under the weight of eyes, and the pressure of snails capturing your every fucking breath, Charlotte Katakuri helped you relax.

It was nice while it lasted.

Soon you were stuffed into another stupid costume, but your sister wasn’t there to help you laugh about it. The pointy, cone hat on your head was meant for a princess, all glittering green like your pretty gown.

The ugly hat looked too close to a dunce cap for your liking.

Maybe I look stupid enough that he’ll leave the hunt, you sighed to yourself as you were carted out in Uncle Cedrick’s carriage. Dust coated the air as the horses came to a halt, and you held your breath while you smiled at the crowd. The prince knelt before you, the golden sun gleaming off his suit of armor.

“My princess,” Yonji pressed a kiss to your knuckles. He looked at you with those hungry puppy eyes again. No such luck. “You wanted to watch a tournament, huh? How about I win it for you?”

The leeches had dressed up like peasants, although they still ate like kings while they watched the show. They cheered for your eager prince, and the noise they made when you played the part nearly knocked you back.

Yonji’s mouth went slack while you pulled a bright, green handkerchief from your corset. You were glad that you’d stuffed your locket deeper than where the stylist had stuffed this fabric between your breasts, and you hoped it would help you keep this man distracted.

“Please, take this token, Prince Yonji,” you purred, letting him kiss your fingers through the cloth. “It would be an honor to see you fight for me.”

“Anything for my sweet princess,” your hunter crooned. He tucked that green beneath his platemail before revealing that his own armor must be below that shining metal as he floated. The prince lifted you, showing you off to the crowd before placing you at a raised table above a long stretch of dirt.

All that dirt was like a fresh canvas, unspoiled and waiting.

You sat there for hours and smiled at the mess he made of it.

He was a vicious, little puppy, so happy and proud to drag the bloody spoils of his hunt to your door.

Yonji had challenged the other hunters to fight him, but they were nowhere to be seen, so the eager prince showed off his skills by fighting his own men. Soldier after soldier filed in with swords at the ready, until that dirt was kicked up, until blood turned to mud at his feet.

“What did you think, princess,” the manic hunter laughed. Other people’s blood was dripping from him, and he wiped a bit of it from his face before he hovered over the railing to touch your chin.

“You’re amazing, Prince Yonji, I’ve never—”

“Do you want to—”

“I want to see more,” you lied, grabbing his wrist while you fought your own guilt. So much blood in the dirt, and you were begging for more soldiers to take a beating. “Please, Prince Yonji. I like watching you win.”

Yonji beamed, taking your bait again and again, and you praised the terrifying prince for every cry of pain, every drop of red he spilled for you.

Nothing but monsters here.

A deep, quiet darkness pulled you in while you used this brutal game as a shield to avoid being alone with that eager prince. You weren’t supposed to be selfish again, but when you were wrapped up in another fluffy robe and carted away from all that dirt and blood, you were just grateful that it hadn’t been yours.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

The clashing sound of swords was too sweet, too tempting.

Shanks had to swallow down that craving, chasing it down with whatever had been poured into his wooden mug. It didn’t help that his name seemed to have been carved into every bit of wood within his reach, always framed between the cedar leaves that branded everything in sight.

Shanks filled that branded mug again. And again.

It wasn’t enough.

“Hey, friend! How’s it—”

“I have no desire to speak with you,” his enemy drawled, and that large voice drew too many eyes.

“You wound me,” Shanks taunted. He tossed that stupid mug aside to press his hand against his blackened heart. “I just wanted to chat about... I knew it. That’s a neat trick you have there.”

Charlotte Katakuri had shifted, body going rigid before that secret had even been uttered. The Emperor was impressed with this towering haki user, but he didn’t have time to admire the talent.

He had to fix this.

“Why don’t you take me to your little mochi palace for some privacy? Unless you’d rather chat out here,” Shanks motioned to the crowd of leeches, and to the snails that captured his every failure.

Crimson eyes might have brought another man to his knees, but Shanks just smiled, chuckling when his enemy led him away from prying eyes.

“Speak.”

Katakuri towered over him, closing them inside that power of his until the world turned pale.

Shanks feared nothing. Nothing besides his own greed.

I’m the villain here.

“Well, I—”

“What were you going to say about my sister?”

Danger crackled through the air, so tempting and sweet. Violence would be less vicious than this.

“I just wanted to offer my condolences. I know how much of a beast Teach can be,” the villain purred, motioning to the scars over his left eye. “I can’t imagine your little Pudding is doing well in his care.”

“What do you want?”

Shanks almost set himself free, almost reacted to the threat in that deep voice.

“I wanna marry that cute, little bunny out there,” the Emperor hummed as he started to walk around the small, strangely sweet place. “And I want you to leave the hunt so I can take my girl home already.”

“Miss Sylvad doesn’t seem to like you,” the towering man sneered, his mouth still hidden beneath a pile of feathers. “Why would I leave her with you?”

The red-haired pirate was losing himself, letting every shitty feeling tear through him like a landslide.

How far down would he go?

“Come on, friend. You know who I am,” he scolded, watching rage flair in those crimson eyes at the condescending tone. “I’ve been meaning to pay that old bastard back for a long time, and now he’s on my path. Since I’ll be putting him down after the hunt anyway, I’d be happy to get your sister back for you, safe and sound.”

He breathed into the silence, so at ease.

“You know who I am,” Shanks finally prodded. “You know I can save her.”

“I have no reason to trust you,” his enemy noted, distance in his voice. “With Y/N, I— “

“I want that little bunny!”

Shanks almost laughed at the greedy words he’d just snarled. A true villain; entitled, pathetic, and sick. He really was throwing a temper tantrum, and he’d almost let himself slip. Instead, he let his voice turn smooth, but wicked, after that show of rage.

“If you leave the hunt tomorrow morning, I will save your sister.”

Katakuri’s posture had barely changed, but they were so close. Violence would have been better than this.

“But if you don’t let me have this little bride, then I’ll just have to find myself another,” the Emperor threatened. He tried to use the hatred he felt for himself to poison every word, to prove how disgusting and selfish he was. It was the only way to fix this. “How old is Pudding again? I don’t like them that young, but I’m sure I can train her well, if Teach hasn’t ruined her already. I am a sucker for eye contact, and I’ll take real good care of her, brother… You know I can.”

That brother stayed silent, so Shanks just held onto his smile. He would do anything for Buggy, for Mihawk, for the woman he’d used for his own gain.

Y/N.

Shanks had promised that he would become a villain, a monster, to get her back.

The monster believed his own every word so that his enemy would do the same.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

It was good that Kat wasn’t here. It was better.

Your sister’s chair was empty, as was the one beside it. No pretty princesses at breakfast this morning.

Just a broken doll in a den of vipers.

Imagining Kat with a true smile on her face got you through the flattery, the promises, the lies. It helped you pretend, even when that inhuman prince wrapped his arm around you and bragged about all the battles he’d won.

“That was quite the show last night, Prince Yonji,” your uncle praised. He clapped the hunter on the shoulder, but his eyes stayed trained on yours.

What would he do without his favorite toy? His favorite doll to play with, to torment?

“Who knew my precious, little niece was so bloodthirsty? Delaine, were you aware that your daughter had such a violent heart?”

Your mother played his game, laughing and lying without saying anything but truth. She effortlessly shifted the conversation back toward the prince and his talents before letting Uncle Cedrick take the spotlight again.

Delaine Sylvad was an expert, a savant, and living under your uncle’s thumb had only sharpened her skill.

You had always been good at pretending.

I learned from the best.

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Author's Note: Welp. We've got one more date to go, y'all. What else could I possibly throw at you? (Please don't kill me for Katakuri, I'm sorry!! 😭💔🍩)

Chapter 40

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simstorian-blog · 5 months ago

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G A M E P L A Y

📌 San Myshuno

[Rose Starts Networking]

Before jumping into politics full time, Rose was offered a paid internship at the H&R Campaign Offices located in the Arts Quarter of San Myshuno. It is an active career that gives her overseer leeway to do more instead of just staring at the screen waiting for her to return back to her apartment. (lol)

The plan is to use the work from home option when Rose is pursuing the in-game Politician Career. This internship serves as a way to network into that profession. Everyone who showed up has gotten makeovers and added to roster for future endeavors!!

[NEW] Little Black Book Entries

20 | Erin - She is one of my stud sims (pretty as hell). They had brunch at the S Hotel @ Uptown. The date went well but no flirtation occurred. Erin is not a contender because as they were leaving another, unexpectedly, popped up on the screen and Rose had a night cap with him.

21 | Peppino - This date started off rocky but ended up being one of the best ones that she has gone on! They had a lunch date at a Fish Restaurant in Brindleton Bay. Unlike the majority of entries, they just needed ONE push to talk and the rest was all of their doing. This one might be a Top 3!

[Updates on other entries]

Kenneth is the main one showing interest and officially a woohoo partner. However, as her overseer... Mr. 'Hoes in Different Area Codes' is a "HELL NO!" I'm annoyed at how well they get along and how persistent he is in contacting her. Maybe I made his backstory TOO well because he is one of her open choices, i.e. she pursued him autonomously.

Beckham was short lived and no longer in the running. Had the audacity to text her asking about romantically pursuing someone else. So, f him and his jerry curl lmao (She shouldn't have done things at her workplace but when a 'hot daydreaming' notification pops up, I act on it no matter where she is at)

Cory is a slow burn, which is great to have within her current selection. Needs a bit of a push to get the conversation going but is a complete gentleman when it comes to his autonomous interactions with Rose. He is a Top 3.

Chai is a thirsty one and failed to satisfy, if you catch what I'm throwing. Therefore, he is eliminated! He needs more fuel for the fire but can figure that out with someone else LOL

NSB Rose Gen

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#simstorian #gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 simblr #not so berry challenge #san myshuno #rose gen #blacksimmer

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13as07 · 1 year ago

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Patience #1.5

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to invisibleninja12]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 7,646 (I’m sorry it’s so long)

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part One from Jiraiya's POV

Masturbating (Pillow Humping)

Age Gap

Power Difference (teacher/student)

Overstimulation/Orgasm Denial

Pet Names: Little One, Sweetheart, Pillow Princess, Obedient Girl, Sweet Thing/Girl

Hair Pulling/Choking (for five seconds)

Soft Domination/Praising

Fingering/Oral/Titty Play

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My breath is sharp as I exhale. Pressing my hands and forehead to the wood of the hotel door doesn't ground me as much as I thought it would. This trip has been testing my patience and not in a good way.

The youthful kunoichi I've been training hasn't been kind to my thoughts. The youthful kunoichi who has a habit of ordering Chuhais with dinner, not so kindly reminding me that she is in fact an adult and not the usual 'fresh out of the academy' shinobis I train. The youthful kunoichi who gets a pissy look on her face when another woman catches my eye.

The youthful kunoichi that has a habit of turning me on, either on accident or - I'm starting to think - on purpose. She messes with my head. The skirts and dresses she wears on our days off. Her big doe eyes when she looks up at me. The way her hands linger on me the few times we touch. Her -

"Jiraiya-Sensei," my student calls, the noise muffled by the distance between us.

The soft whine sparks my mind out of the gutter and back into motion. A million different scenarios run through my head, none of them good. Why did my undercover have to meet today? Why couldn't he have waited until my kunoichi was back safely tucked away in the village?

My movements are quick but quiet as I open the hotel door, all worries chipped away just a bit once the distance is even smaller. The soft sound of the shower running and no threat to be seen calms my panic down in an instant.

The thought of checking the bathroom flickers through my mind. That would be unprofessional and inappropriate... but I've done worse things. Besides, my student called for me. What if she's in danger and I ignore her plea for help?

I stay silent, turning the door handle slowly, continuing the stealth movements as I push it open. "Please Jiraiya?" Comes her voice again, this time strained and a bit breathless.

She is not in danger, that's for sure. Through the cloth current, I can see her silhouette. It's hunched over, the sight and sounds filtering from it mixing to make a very good picture in my head. A good picture that rushes blood to my penis.

My mind is torn. My kunoichi very obviously wants me, she's begging for me as she gets herself off. But... she's my kunoichi. What if she says yes to everything in fear of her teacher? Of me? It would be hot, playing out a teacher-student fantasy like that... A fantasy that isn't fake. A fantasy that could destroy our teacher-student relationship and possibly her future as a shinobi.

My thoughts are cut off by movement in the shower, the situation being pulled to the front instead of my conflicting thoughts. Once again panic rises in my chest. What do I do? She can't see me in here. That's wrong, even too wrong for me.

I quickly work my way back out of the bathroom, doing my best to stay as quiet as before. What do I do? Pretend I was never in the bathroom, for one. Do I pretend I'm just getting back? Pretend I didn't hear any of it?

But if I do act as if I heard it her cheeks will get all pink and her eyes will blow out in their doe-like way. Why did I take on such a young woman for a student? She acts so naive and it's adorable and I just want to see how good she'd look with those eyes looking at me as she pans for me to touch her.

The sound of the water shutting off and the shower curtain opening only makes me panic more. I'm running out of time for a game plan. I'll just hide. That'll be... difficult. I'm not exactly the size of my student, I can't hide in whatever knock or cranny I find.

When the sound of the door knob turning fills the room, I panic even more, ducking into the unused closet of the hotel. Just as I'm snapping the doors closed, the bathroom door swings open.

"Dear Lord, Sweetheart," I mumble to myself once she falls into my view. Her head is on a swivel, scanning the room, making me worry. Did she hear me? Is that why she's looking for me?

A whine falls from the little one when she doesn't find me. The sound going straight to my penis, turning me on even more.

My eyes trail after her as she walks across the room, my mind running laps the whole time. I can't just pop out of the closet. How the hell would I explain that? It's later in the day, maybe I can wait for her to go to bed. It'll only be three or four... hours. I sigh at the thought, it won't be fun being cramped in this closet for so long.

I continue to watch her, which probably isn't the best choice. My dick pulses as my sweet, young, obedient student crawls into my bed. My student, stretches out on the sheets, resting for just a beat.

My little one is back in motion soon enough, reaching for one of my pillows and tucking it between her knees. All I can think is 'Please don't' as I screw my eyes shut. She's my student. My student who is getting herself off while she thinks she's alone. My student that's mewling for me as she soaks my pillow.

"Fuck me," I mumble, eyes snapping open when my dick starts to pulse again. The sight of my student working herself up shoves the thought of jacking off into my mind. "My student, my student, my student," I whisper to myself on repeat, reaching down to grip my dick through my pants.

"Jiraiya," she calls again, the sound of my name echoing in my head in that breathless, needy tone of hers.

"My student, my student, my student," I continue, snapping the closet doors open before I can stop myself. I need to leave the room, I need to pretend to just be getting back, I need to touch her before I explode.

"My student," I whisper once more, stopping at the edge of my bed.

The little one's hips are none stop as she humps my pillow, my literal pillow princess. My eyes snag on her pussy. She's soaked, her juices leaking through her pajama pants and starting to soak the pillowcase. "Please Sensei?" Comes another plea, snapping what little piece of righteousness I have left.

I reach forward, gently pushing on the material of her pants, forcing it just barely into her hole. More of her juices soak out from the movement, coating my bed even quicker.

My student yells in surprise, her body shooting up as she clings to my bedsheets, making her even more adorable. A soft moan slips from her movements as I enjoy the warmth and mess seeping from her, collecting it in my palm.

"So chatty, aren't we?" I tease, trying to soothe her fright. I need my sweet thing to not be fearful or else I'll stop before anything happens, or else I put her future and mine in jeopardy for no reason.

"Are you going to answer me? It's disrespectful not to answer your Sensei," I continue, testing the waters. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she doesn't want this, maybe this is a fantasy of hers she never actually wanted to play out. Maybe she wants me but not as 'Sensei' in bed.

More naturally made lube seeps out of her, a sign that she does like this. A sign that my obedient little student gets off to me bossing her around. "I... um... didn't hear you," she whispers as her body language loosens, arms falling back to the bed as her hands still cling to my bed sheets.

The tips of her ears are pink in embarrassment, and I'm sure her eyes are blown out like they usually are when I catch her doing something she's not supposed to. "Are you a chatterbox in bed, Sweetheart?" I repeat, testing the waters again, this time with a nickname.

I reluctantly shimmy my hand out from under her before resting them on her hips. I want her moving again, I want to hear her foggy lust-filled sounds and calls for me. I want to pound her into the mattress until she's exhausted with those tired tearful eyes she gets after a training session.

"Sometimes," comes her answer, head stiff as she looks forward. Is that a good or bad sign?

"What have you been up to, Little One?" I ask calmly, the nickname slipping out before I can stop it. I busy my hands, forcing her hips to thrust forward in hopes the stimulation will damper the pet name.

"While you were..." She starts, her jaw clicking shut, cutting the answer off. A muffled moan spills out nonetheless, reminding me of my forgotten hard-on still locked away in my pants.

I stop her movements long enough to tap her cheek, a usual redirection I use when she gets too mouthy with a fellow shinobi or an employer. "Don't do that, Sweetheart. I want to hear those pretty noises again," I confess, shifting her hips back and forth to damper my words for the second time.

My student's head starts leaning backward, causing panic to rise in my chest. I don't think I can continue this with her looking at me. Not yet. My hands jump from her hips to grip her face, my fingertips gently digging into her cheeks. "Keep your head forward, Little One," I order, holding my breath as I wait for her response.

The Sweet Thing goes back into position, neck straight and face forward, but only for a moment. Her head tilts to the side, adding innocence to this heated moment. Adding the small piece of approval I need to be sure she wants this too and that she won't follow an order she doesn't want to.

"While you were gone I practiced my clone jutsu," she answers softly, flowing more blood to my dick as thoughts of destroying her innocent act fill my head. God it would be so good hearing her beg me to do dirty things to her, to see her pussy soaked and creamy from my cum. "Sensei?"

The gentle question only jacks up my arousal even more. I want that word tumbling out of her as I stuff her full. "Sweetheart?" I call back, redirecting my hormones by rubbing her cheeks softly. When that isn't enough, I lean forward and press a kiss behind her ear, inhaling the scent of her shampoo as I do so.

"If I can't look at you, how do I know it's really you?" The question is wrapped in more fake innocence, the clenching of her thighs tipping me off to the real reasoning. My youthful pillow princess is seeping in unchecked hormones with no outlet because of how much time we spend away from the village.

As I think of an answer, I shift to the other side of her head, repeating my kiss behind her other ear this time. "Oh, little one, are you that desperate to see me? If I knew you'd miss me this much, I'd go on more outings while we're out of the village," I tease, tapping into the sweet girl's jealousy. Jealousy that I now know is jealousy and not just the usual pissy attitude most young Shinobis have.

She huffs, and I'm sure her cheeks are dusted in pink and popped out like they always are when she's angry. "Oh, don't be so jealous, Sweetheart. I was actually busy this time," I shortly explain, trying to plan the best way to ease into this.

My sweet girl wants this, and I sure as hell know I want it, but I don't want to scare her. I don't want her rushing into things or saying yes to everything because she doesn't feel safe. Or because she doesn't know any better.

I'd be lying if I said I haven't sniffed around about my kunoichi's dating life. At the time it was for shinobi purposes, she couldn't have any loose ends in the village if we're traveling so much. The more I sniffed, the more I found out that as far as people know, she hasn't done anything. No boyfriend, no girlfriend, no reappearing visitor, and no signs of reoccurring or occasional one-night stands. Given, that doesn't mean it hasn't happened, but the signs sure do point that way.

If we're going to mess up our current relationship, this extreme step is going to come with as many safety nets for her as possible. From possible first-time experience to whatever aftermath this will have, she will be safe and comfortable in any way I can provide.

"Busy with what? Peeping into another bathhouse?" The questions come out soaked in jealousy, tugging at my heart even more. This sweet little thing is craving me so badly. I wonder how long her craving has been clawing at her.

I laugh at her behavior before I can stop myself, still toying with the soft skin on her cheeks. "No. Believe it or not, I was meeting up with one of my under-covers," I answer honestly, as pieces of moving this forward click into place.

"Lair," she huffs again, head shifting in my hold to tilt in the other direction.

I laugh again at her answer, dipping my hands further down her face to cup it better. I push her head backward, finally ready to see her face. "Hello, Little One," I coo, soaking in her features. Her cheeks are bright red and her eyes are big and dewy with embarrassment as she scans over me too.

"Hi," she answers, voice still soft as her sight snaps away from me.

"Aw, come on, Sweetheart," I continue to coo, trying to soothe whatever emotions are rushing through her. "Don't do that. I want to see your pretty eyes. Look at me." It takes a second, but the little one shifts her focus back to me. "What an obedient student I have," I praise her, dipping down to place drawn-out kisses across her face.

"Sensei?" She calls once my focus shifts to the other side of her face.

"Hush, Little One," I order, knowing I won't last long if she keeps mewling for me. My hands slide down further, cupping her throat in my hands. Her neck seems small in my hold, reminding me how big of a man I am. I keep my touches light, worried I'll hurt her.

"But - "

"But nothing," I cut her off, hoping I'm cutting off another 'Sensei' instead of a 'no'. "I'm your teacher after all. Am I not? It's my job to teach you, to train you." I wait a second, scanning for a reaction out of the corner of my eye as I stay busy littering kisses across her skin. My Sweetheart's thighs rub together again, letting me know my plan is a go, she likes the idea of me being Sensei in bed.

I try a gentle squeeze on her skin, starting my trial and error for her likes and dislikes. Her body jerks, her dewy eyes quickly filling with fear from the gentle kink test. I freeze my movements instantly, fingers jumping to rub her jaw and kisses forgotten. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you," I apologize gently, trying to soothe her again.

"It's okay," my sweet girl answers, the lust-filled eyes shifting back into place, her fear from a second ago completely forgotten. She feels safe, good.

I go back to littering her with soft kisses, continuing to tune her hormones and keep her calm. "It's not. I won't do anything you don't want, Little One," I mumble, softly shifting her behavior. She needs to know her discomfort isn't okay and that her comfort is a top priority, always, but especially right now.

The Pillow Princess shifts, a soft mewl falling from her, reminding me once again about both of our arousals. "Let's start your lesson, ya? Do you want to start your lesson, Sweetheart?" I ask, grip tightening as I try to ignore my needs. I want to toy with her and figure out her chirps and whistles so she enjoys this. Plus, if there are more times, I want to be ready right care for her needs.

"Please?" My sweet thing whines, her needs soaking through the single word and seeping into my core.

"Fuck. You sound so pretty," I praise, trying my best to chase away the thoughts of pounding her right here, right now. I let my hands drop back to my obedient girl's hips, lifting her and setting her on her feet, still facing away from me. I need to calm down my thoughts and keep my mind straight before I look at her again. "My pretty pillow princess," I continue to admire, sliding my hand into her loose hair.

Again I wait and scan for a reaction, starting my mental list of 'yes's and 'no's. When no reaction comes, I tighten my hold, being careful not to pull too hard. "I'm going to start our lesson, okay? You tell me if there's something you don't want to do, got it, sweetheart?" I explain shortly, reiterating the importance of her comfort.

"Got it," my sweet girl answers, thighs rubbing together again.

My fingers relax in her hair, a small reward for the correct answer. "You need to learn some patience, to learn to wait for me and not rush into things. So, we're going to go nice and slow, okay?" I continue to explain, gently teasing her for being so impatient for my attention.

Her head shifts forward, my princess tugging the locks of her hair as she attempts to physically reply to me. Her vocal cords rub together in a vocalized response, making my mind flicker to the thought of her humming around my dick.

"I'm going to work out your orgasm, slowly. Soft little licks, slow curls, and pumps, and if you behave I'll give you a nice reward, okay little one?" I tease back, filling her head with thoughts like she's done to me all day. What a teasing little princess I have.

"Yes, Sensei." The answer makes my dick pulse again. It's becoming almost painful, the lack of attention to my needs.

It needs to stay like this though, slow-paced and gentle so my student doesn't get spooked. I repeat it in my head a couple of times, massaging my sweet girl's roots as I redirect my thoughts.

Once my thoughts are straightened out, I shift my attention back to my sweetheart, my hands clinging to her hips again. I tug her backward, pressing her against me in an attempt to further my thoughts straight. "There's my obedient girl," I praise, positive reinforcement for her answer.

My fingers curl around her shirt hem, the start of her first 'lesson'. My hands move slowly, sliding over every inch of her sides as I tug her shirt up. My sweet girl squirms from the touches, disappointing me a bit. "Or not," I mutter, my dick pressed against her ass from the movements. She was doing so good, waiting so well. "Let's try again, little one. I know you can do it," I continue to praise, hoping she'll pass the small test this time.

My hands fall back down, resting for a second before I lift my hands again, going even slower this round. She passes this time, leading to me tugging her shirt over her head before tossing it to the floor. "Sweet, sweet thing. Are you ready for our next step?" I ask, soaking in the feeling of her stomach. It's so warm and soothing against my skin.

My obedient girl is buzzing with nerves as she tries her best to obey me, staying still despite my purposefully teasing touches. "Yes," she answers, voice chipped and sharp as she struggles with her needs.

I let myself fall backward, settling on the edge of the bed. "Come here, little one," I order, tugging her with me. She fits in my lap perfectly, my dick having presser added from my sweet thing sitting against it. "Turn around, Sweet Girl," I mutter, wanting to see her breasts more than I want attention to my penis.

My student does as she's told, continuing to be my obedient girl, as my hands slide down to cup her ass. I tease the new skin in my hold, squeezing it as I admire her chest. Her boobs are perfect, just as I've imagined them to be.

"What an obedient little thing. You're being so good. I'm going to play with your chest, okay sweetheart?" I begin with another praise, hoping it'll calm any nervousness my request brings.

I test for a response, letting go of one of her butt cheeks to gently toy with her nipple. "Okay, Sensei," comes my sweet girl's answer, face dusted and eyes wide as her hands cling to my shoulders. "Why won't you touch me, Sensei?" My student asks, the question coming out as a whimper as she shifts her hips forward, ruining her obedient streak.

"I am touching you, little one. You need to be patient if you want me to touch your pussy, okay? Be patient," I correct her vocally as my hand shifts to correct her physically. I don't want her rushing into things or psyching herself out.

My sweet girl shifts back into place, quickly starting her obedient streak up again. Despite the obedience, a whine and puffed-out pouty lip come from her. "Stop pouting, sweet thing. I'll get you off after our lesson," I promise before wrapping my mouth around her nipple.

I latch on, sucking on her as my hand toys with her free boob. I do my best to stay gentle, softly rolling and tugging at her with my lips and fingers. I constantly switch my mouth between the two, worried she'll start aching quicker than I'll notice.

"You're being so good," I tell her, giving my mouth a rest from suckling. "So, so good," I repeat, licking her sensitive nipple before gently sliding my teeth over the bud. I repeat the action on the other side, wanting to keep her sensitivities as even as possible.

I use my hold on her ass to tug her into my lap, wanting to see her arch as I toy with her chest. I press her pussy against my dick, needing even the smallest amount of relief. I scan my student's face wanting to see how she reacts to the added pressure on her pussy. Her face is scrunched up, worrying me a bit.

"Sensei?" She calls, nails suddenly present against my shoulders.

"Yes, Little One?" I ask, worry building in my chest. Which action doesn't she like? Which one needs to stop?

"It's starting to hurt."

I instantly pull myself away from her, my hand dropping back to hold her by her butt and lips going to work to soothe her aching skin. "Good job, sweet girl," I encourage, peace settling into my mind at her boundary. She'll set her boundaries and now she knows I'll follow them. "You're being so good. You deserve a reward," I tell her, not satisfied with only verbally encouraging my sweet thing.

"For what?" She asks, her mind fogging from pleasure. Again, the thought of sliding into her soaked pussy and fucking her now coats my mind, but I can't do that. She needs prep to take me. We're not to the point where I can just slide right in and pace myself as she adjusts.

"For listening, for telling me when to stop. A good student knows their limits, knows when to not be obedient." I explain slowly, gripping her hips again.

I rock my sweet girl's hips against mine, getting a "hey," rumbling out of her with a string of shaky breathes. My sweet little one clings to me, whimpers seeping out more than they're not.

It's not enough, rubbing her against me. I want to taste her, stretch her out, stuff my cock into her as she whines under me. "You're doing great, sweetheart. One more step and I'll give you what you want, okay? Be good and I'll fill you up," I promise, more for my needs than hers.

I stop shifting her around, my sweet girl tensing from the sudden lack of stimulation as she continues to cling to me. "Okay, Sensei," she mumbles against me, head resting against my shoulder. It would be so easy to slide into her propped against me like this. Bounce her on my dick until my sweet thing is lulled to sleep.

"For our next step, I'm going to spread you out all nice and pretty on the bed, okay? I'm going to taste you and play with you, and you're going to stay still the whole time, you understand?" I explain, mentally preparing my student for our next step and setting my expectations. "Are you going to let me spread you out?"

"Yes!" She squeals, her head lifted from my shoulder with her excitement.

I chuckle at her excitement, clinging to her as I stand up. I hold her against my chest, enjoying her body heat and her scent once again. I set my pillow princess on her feet, keeping her close to my chest as I mess with her waistband. I admire the sight of peeling her soaked pants from her legs, letting the clothing tumble to the ground.

"I can't wait to make you feel good, Little One," I confess, trailing kisses along her neck. I want to suck on her delicate skin, sink my teeth into it, and mark up my pretty kunoichi as mine. But, that'll have to wait for another time.

I move slowly, trailing my fingertips up her bare thighs as I litter more kisses cross her neck, forcing the feeling of her skin against my lips into memory. Once my hands are back to my Sweetheart's waist, I tug her back up my body for the second it takes me to set her on the bed. "Lay down princess," I direct, kissing the skin stretched across her shoulders.

My obedient girl does as I ask, lying on her back with her legs open. My eyes flicker around her body, scanning her face, rolling over her tits, and settling on her pussy for a beat before I do it again. She looks pale; is it from nervousness or fear? My sweet girl's head snaps upwards as her knees snap closed, eyes locked on the ceiling. "Jiraiya?" She calls, voice shaky and filled with the threat of tears.

"Hey," I answer gently, scanning her body language again. Her legs are shaking, her chest pumping on override, and her hands clench the bedsheets. I've pushed and probed too much. My sweet girl is overstimulated, overused by my slow pace and constant attention shifts. "What's going on in that smart little mind of yours?" I ask, rubbing her knees in an attempt to help her calm down.

"A lot," Comes her soft answer, breath a little less shallow this time.

I focus my attention on a different part of her, littering kisses across her smooth skin. I spell out praises with my lips, a silent form of comfort. "You're overwhelmed. It happens sometimes when you get stimulated for too long. We'll take a breather, give you time to calm down," I explain, ideas of how to calm my scattered princess swirling around my head.

I settle on wrapping her up against myself, offering warmth and compression to her body. I move slowly, shifting behind her and wrapping my sweet girl in my arms before settling her against my chest again. I press her legs together cocooning them between mine to help ball her up some more. Despite the possible negative effect, I rest my head in the crook of her neck, rubbing my nose against her skin as I enjoy her scent again.

I need to be more observant next time and watch out for signs of her overstimulation. I want her to enjoy this, and being overstimulated isn't a way to do that, at least not for our first time together. Why does my student have to be so young? It adds to the attraction - for both of us I'm sure - but it means she's not good at listening to her body. Or understanding it in the first place.

"Sensei?" My sweet girl calls, pulling a hum out of me in response. "I know what being overstimulated is," her statement comes out cocky, in her usual 'I think I know more than you' way, tugging a smile to my face as my lips ghost over her shoulder.

"Do you, sweetheart?" I tease, trying to get her mind off the feelings of her body. "I've spent about thirty minutes playing with you. After you enjoyed yourself in the shower and on my bed," I let my awareness of my student's eventful evening slip out, getting my little reward of embarrassment coating her face. "So, it's safe to say you've been going for a little over an hour. Do you regularly overstimulate yourself for that long, little one?"

My sweet girl stays silent, leaving my question unanswered. I poke her cheek, like I did earlier before letting my order slip out. "Answer me, Sweetie."

"No... I don't usually last longer than a couple minutes of it," Her answer was predictable, partly from her embarrassment and partly because of how little I've done to her so far today. It's going to be a lot of work increasing her physical and mental stamina in bed.

"Mhm, that's what I thought," I tease again before littering my sweet girl with more kisses. "My pretty, little, obedient girl," I utter, toying with her thighs to see how she'll react, to see if she's ready to start again or if she's spent for the night.

"Sensei?" She whimpers, legs eagerly spreading for me.

"Sweetheart?"

She clings to me, quickly grabbing for me as she struggles to find her words. A soft "please?" falls out instead of whatever she was trying to say.

I shift my pillow princess forward before pulling off my shirt. "How am I supposed to say no to a request like that?" I ask her, tugging my shirt over my head before adding it to the pile forming on the floor.

Again, I shift my sweet girl, this time back in place. The connection of her skin against my scared tissue stingings, but in a good way for once. It's a nice feeling, having her pressed against a part of me I don't let people see, let alone touch.

"Spread your legs wider, Sweet Girl," I emptily order, doing it myself before she has the chance to. I left them up, resting them on top of my own to move them easier if need be. "Good job, Little One," I hum, pampering her in another compliment as my hands dance across her inner thighs and my tongue enjoys the taste of the skin of her neck. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"

"Okay," she agrees, head lulling against my shoulder. Her hands settle on my legs, fingers gently gripping me as she prepares for the attention she's spent the evening begging for.

My touches are soft as I jump around different parts of her pussy. I settle on her entrants, adding pressure to her ignored needs. My thumb goes straight to work, rubbing circles to her swollen clit through her panties. I turn my head toward her, our noses sharing a butterfly kiss because of it.

"Look at me, Sweetheart," I almost beg, fear of overstimulating her again swirling in my head. I get what I want, watery and pupil-filled eyes staring back at me. "There are those pretty eyes. Can I have a kiss, Sweet Girl?" I ask, my attention settling on her lips. They're pink and puffy and look so good.

"Yes." Once the word is out, I clash my lips against hers. As my lips work with hers, my fingers settle on tugging off her underwear, quickly adding it to the pile on the floor.

"Wider, Sweet Thing," Another empty request as I pull her knees further apart.

The movement causes her ass to rub against my dick, my even more forgotten needs stewing in my head. This is for her. Make her feel good. My student's needs come first.

"Fuck," I groan as my fingers work through her, scooping up the mess I've made. The thought of bouncing her on my dick circles my head again, swaying me from my path of focusing on my obedient girl.

"Open your mouth," comes the first real command to leave my lips in the past few minutes. She lives up to her nickname, lips parting and tongue teasing to poke out. I'm rougher than I mean to be as I shove my fingers down her throat. The noises my sweet girl makes forcing more curses from me. "I swear I could fuck you right now," the words tumble out faster than I can stop them.

"Please?" The stifled word almost makes me crack, the sound of her blocked plea making my pants even more uncomfortable if that's even possible at this point.

I pull my fingers out of her mouth and quickly go back to prepping her pussy. I shift my focus back and forth, rubbing slow circles into her clit before dipping my fingertips into her hole. My eyes stay locked on my sweetheart, waiting for her tint of nervousness to disappear before pushing my fingers in.

I chase the new depth with a kiss, hoping it'll help soothe anything that might swim around her mind. Again, when I'm satisfied with the fact she's enjoying herself, I curl my fingers, getting wider eyes and opened mouth. "Hey," My obedient girl whines, back arching a bit from the new feeling.

"Hey," I mimic, shifting to a slightly faster pace as I finger and stretch the sweet thing spread out on my lap.

I stay focused, watching for the tip of her orgasm. For how much I want my little one to finish on my fingers, I want her to finish on my tongue more. When I see it, the slight curl of her body as her orgasm approaches, I stop, pulling my fingers out of her for good measure.

"Hey! That's... you can't do that," she whimpers, clinging to my legs as I soak in her desperation and her big doe eyes that beg me to keep touching her.

"I can and I did, Sweetheart," I mock, busying my hands by cupping her breasts again.

I give in to one of my wants from earlier, littering her skin with open-mouth kisses as I test different levels of grips on her boobs. I suck on her skin, just enough to please myself but not enough to leave a mark as I scan for her reactions, all of which come back positive. "We're going to play a game," I mutter, licking the last place I sucked on, worried it was a bit too hard and will leave a mark.

"We... we are?" Comes my Kunoichi's shallow question, the words overran by her panting.

I let out a hum, not entirely sure what our game is going to be as I tug at her thighs. "You are going to sit nice and pretty on my face like the pillow princess you are. As long as you're talking I'll play with you. If you stop talking, I stop playing. Does that sound fun?" It's a selfish game, one that I know benefits me as much as it benefits her. I want to hear her voice, taste her, feel her thighs squeeze my head as she wiggles on top of me.

"Ya, yes, yeah," my student almost begs, clinging to me as she leans closer. I litter her in a few short kisses before leaning in for a deeper kiss, a small break from the heat that quickly built back up.

I shift my sweet girl again, reluctantly peeling her off of me long enough to tug my pants off. Her eyes widen as she looks me over, anticipation or fear? The way her mouth waters, I'm going to safely assume anticipation.

"Come here, Sweet Thing," I mutter, gripping her thighs to tug her on top of me again. She settles on my lap, shifting a bit when I lay down. I scoot her forward, ending up with her hovering over my face. "Sit, Sweetheart," I ask more than I tell her. She glances down at me, worries on her face as she continues to hover, just a bit lower this time. "Where's my obedient girl at? I said sit," I mutter, trying to stay calm in hopes it'll calm her down too.

I shift my hold back to her legs, tugging her down until she's sitting like I asked. I slither my tongue out, sliding it across her clit. "Jiraiya," My sweet girl whines as she shifts forward. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I hum in response, continuing to flick her clit with my tongue.

My eyes shift up, taking in the sight of her chest hanging and pumping as she huffs for air. I tongue at her a few more times before stopping, waiting for her to follow through on her end of the deal. My sweet girl's eyes flicker for a second as she struggles, "I... I don't... please? Sensei please?"

I dive right back in, her beg for me ringing in my head and sinking to my balls. "I don't... know what... what to talk about." Her words are broken, a mix of the pleasure I'm giving her and her heavy breathing. "I... I've... thought about this a lot and... oh my god," The words and the feeling of her fingers tugging on my hair aren’t making this easy. I want to flip her over and sink into her right now.

But I won't. I want her to feel good, to finish before I get my relief. My tongue jumps down, teasing her hole instead of her clit. If I can't fuck her with my cock, I'll fuck her with my tongue. I shove my tongue into her, trying to remember where I curled my fingers that got the best reactions as my tongue pokes around.

"You're really hot. Like... really hot and... I hate... I hate it when you're a flirty jackass with everyone," My sweetheart continues, hands still tugging on my hair.

I lift the girl, partly to tease her and partly to catch my breath. "That's because you're a jealous little thing," I poke, getting a huff and a whine in response to the lack of my mouth against her. "I'll stop being so flirty, sweet girl." My response is honest, for the most part. If these little rendezvous continue I'll have no interest in anyone else. If they don't, I'll try not to flirt in front of my student. Maybe.

After my promise, I settle her back on my mouth, shifting between licking her clit and fucking her with my tongue again. "Oh... okay... that's... that's good... fuck." My sweet girl is leaking, coating my tongue in her juices as I help her forward. "I... um... I don't know... how... you're going to fit."

The confession strokes my ego along with making me pulse again. She's going to look adorable, folded up under me as I pound her pretty pussy. Said pretty pussy clenches as I dip my tongue into her again, her orgasm promised to come soon. I decide to be a jerk, sucking on her clit for the first time tonight. It’s the final shove she needs to tip over the edge.

My sweet girl's hands cling to my hair, pulling on it as her hips shift forward. "Fucking Christ, Jiraiya. Holy fuck," She curses, back arched with her chest pushed out.

I enjoy the reward of working my princess's orgasm out of her. My nose teases her clit, probably not the best choice since she was already overstimulated earlier, but I want her to squirm as I slurp up her cum. I let the bittersweet taste of her leak into my mouth, working to clean up every part of her before shifting her off my face.

My sweet girl settles on my chest, panting as her wet pussy continues to leak. Her mess coats my scar, making it sting like it did earlier. I swear the feeling of it might make me cum without ever paying attention to my dick.

"That was quick, sweet thing," I tease, scanning over her. My princess's chest is pumping faster than it should be, her legs shaking against my side, and her eyes a mix of panic and arousal. I shouldn't have kept playing with her clit, I pushed her too far again. "Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with you so much," I mutter, more to myself than her. My hands settle on her thighs, softly rubbing them to try and help her calm down.

"I'm... I'm sorry," she rushes out, panic creeping into the unneeded apology.

"You don't need to be sorry, Princess. You did a good job," I reassure her, scooping her into my hold again. Maybe a nap will help calm her down, and give her a chance to settle her panic and nervous. I move her around, wrapping her up on my chest, and securing her legs around my waist.

I probably shouldn't but I press myself against her, letting her pussy juices soak into my boxers. I need at least some relief if I'm going to survive my needy student. I knot her fingers along mine, a precaution for the hissy fit I'm sure she's going to through when it settles in her head that I don't plan on fucking her right now.

My obedient girl rests against me for a second before her head pops up, desperation coating her face. "Sensei, you said you'd fuck me. I behaved, I was good, I passed every step," her words are a mess, her whines, and heavy breath jumbling up her words.

The sweet thing's body is as desperate as her words, pussy grinding against my dick in an attempt to get the relief she thinks she needs. The movements fog my mind a bit, making it even more difficult to deny her.

"I know, little one, and I will, but you need to calm down again. You're getting too overwhelmed," I say, in an attempt to calm her down. I follow the explanation with a string of kisses, easing out the need and panic from her skin.

"You promised. You promised me. You said if I'm good you'd fill me up. You're not being fair," my student continues to whine, my attempt to calm her falling flat as her hips move faster.

My eyes scan over her, a smile tugging on my lips despite the scene in front of me. It's hot seeing how horny and needy my pretty little student is for me, because of me. I shake her hands around, thinking of another way to chill her nerves. My eyes flicker down, settling on the spot where her pussy rubs against me. She needs a nap and I need relief. It would be pretty watching her sleep as I use her as a cock warmer.

"I'll make you a deal, okay?" I start, eyes staying in place as my sweet girl continues to stimulate the both of us. "I will nestle myself into you, filling you up like I promised, but we're going to take a nap, okay?"

"A nap?!" She yelps in disagreement, more panic filling her face. "Sensei-"

"Yes, a nap," I cut her off. "You're overwhelmed again, sweet girl. If I fuck you now, you're not going to enjoy it," I try to explain, scanning her face for an actual reaction under the layers of lustful panic. "I'll fill you up, all nice and full while we nap. Then, when we wake up I'll fuck you, okay? I promise, Princess." That's a promise I fully intend to fulfill.

�� "Fine." The answer is short and still disappointed, but it's all I can offer without the worry of breaking her anymore. Once the word is out, I physically move my sweet girl, just enough that I can slide my boxers off, joining her in the nude.

My hands grip her hips again, hovering her over my cock. My tip is red and pulsing from lack of attention and anticipation. "Nice and easy, Sweetheart," I mutter, gently sliding her down my shaft. Her face shifts back to pleasure, a long moan tumbling out of parted lips and begging eyes as I sink into her.

She feels good, wrapped around me tight as I enjoy the warmth of her pussy squeezing me. My student looks good, filled to the brim with my cock. She'd look even better with my cum leaking out of her.

"Nap time, Sweet Thing," I push out, tugging her to lay on top of me before my thoughts can outweigh my senses.

Her head settles on my shoulder, fingers gently digging into my scar and making it sting in the new way only she seems to be able to make it. "I don't see why you can't fuck me now," my sweet girl whines once more.

"Patience, Little One," I coo, rubbing her back as sleep starts to soak into me.

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woso-writing · 2 months ago

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I don't like her

Aggie Beever-Jones x reader

You had always been what some may describe as slightly hot-headed when you were on the pitch, it wasn't because you were an angry person or anything, it was purely just your love for the game and your passion showing in your style of play. However this was also the reason that certain people didn't exactly like you, Aggie Beever-Jones being the main one who comes to mind. Maybe it also didn't help that you grew up playing for Tottenham and Aggie was at Chelsea, meaning there was already a rivalry there before either of you had even stepped onto the pitch. However you and Aggie just didn't seem to like each other, so when you got the big move to Chelsea you had an idea that it may not be the easiest of things you had done in your life.

You got on perfectly fine with your other Chelsea team mates, some of which you knew already from england camps, but your rivalry with Aggie only grew, which was probably due to the fact that you were both competing for the same position. It was clear to everyone around that neither of you liked each other and some of the more senior members of the squad such as Lucy Bronze or Millie Bright who you personally were closest to, had had enough of the pair of you and decided that they were going to do something about it.

It felt like the perfect time for them when the team left for their preseason camp in Portugal to put their plan into action, Millie being captain, she got a say in who would room together for the camp, so she decided that you and Aggie would be sharing. The pair of you didn't find out until you arrived and then even though you begged Millie or Lucy to swap with you they still stood by their plan and you were forced to room with Aggie.

"Look I am no happier about this then you are but can we just get on with it, we don't have to speak to each other" Aggie says, not looking up from her suitcase which she was currently unpacking.

"Sure, but can I just ask why you hate me?" You reply.

"I should be asking you that" Aggie just looks at you.

"You're the one who started this whole stupid rivalry when we were younger" You snap back.

"I think you will find that it was you who started this stupid thing" Aggie says, moving closer to you.

"It so wasn't and you know it" You say, losing your temper with the taller woman.

Without thinking Aggie just closes the gap and puts her lips on yours, shutting you up very effectively, but catching you by surprise.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" You practically shout as you walk out the room to not give away how the kiss actually made you feel.

You don't think and you go straight to Millie and Lucy's room and knock on the door, waiting for one of the older woman to open the door.

"I swear to God Y/n if you have already fallen out with Aggie I am not letting you in, you both need to get over it" Lucy says as she opens the door to see you looking quite angry.

"She kissed me" You reply.

"Woah what? Ok come in, Millie you are going to want to hear this" Lucy says as she lets you in and closes the door behind you.

"What's happened now, I swear if it is just another argument" Millie says, taking a similar to the one Lucy started off with.

"No it is much better than that, aggie kissed her"

"Wait what, you are going to have to catch us up a bit there Y/n"

"Right so I just asked why she hated me and she started arguing saying that it was me who started it and all this shit cause it wasn't me-"

"Back to the topic at hand please" Lucy interrupts.

"Sorry, and then she just walked up to me and kissed me and then I left and now I'm here" You explain, slightly blushing unconsciously at the thought of what happened about 5 minutes prior.

"Blushing a bit there kiddo?" Millie says, teasing you as always.

"No, I don't like her" You defend.

"No one said you did, but you seem a bit too defensive" Lucy adds.

"Oh if you two are just going to tease me then I don't want to talk to you about it" You say as you get up to leave.

"We are just saying, if you do develop or have developed some form of feelings, which is perfectly ok, then don't hide away from it, be honest with Aggie."

You don't respond and just leave the room, debating where to go but deciding to just go back to your own room, knowing that you were going to have to face Aggie at some point, you walk in to her just sitting on her bed looking at her phone, she looks up when you walk in but you don't make eye contact with her.

"Y/n?" She questions and you just look up without saying a word. "I didn't think, but I hope I made my true feeling clear" Aggie says, feeling very vulnerable with what she is saying. " And I understand you don't feel the same but I just couldn't lie to myself anymore-"

"Aggie stop" You say interrupting her.

"What?" She asks, confused.

"Stop waffling and come here, this stupid rivalry stops now" You say, patting the sport next to you on your bed.

"Are you saying what I think you are?" She asks, clearly confused.

"I think I am yes, if I am being honest I'm not sure if either of us ever really hated each other did we?" you smile as Aggie comes and sits next to you.

"No, but what are the girls going to think?" Aggie worries.

"When have you ever cared about what other think, but we don't have to tell anyone until we are ready if you don't want to"

"Really?"

"Of course, but I think Lucy and Millie will work it out straight away, I may have already told them about the kiss" You admit.

"That's ok, I probably would have told Lucy next time I saw her anyway"

You and Aggie just sit there and talk until you hear aknock on the door and you look at the time and notice that you need to be downstairs for the meeting in 5 minutes so realise it will be Lucy or Millie.

"You both alive in here, no more arguments I hope" Lucy says as you get up to open the door.

"Haha you are hilarious Luce" You roll your eyes at the older woman.

"I know, now come on, you too Aggie, we need to go downstairs"

"I'm just coming" Aggie shouts from your room as you walk ahead with Millie so that the older pair don't suspect anything, meanwhile Lucy waited for Aggie to get her shoes on.

"So I hear you finally showed your true feelings" Lucy teases.

"Don't Luce"

"Ok, if you say so"

Lucy drops it and everyone makes it down to the meeting room where Sonia is waiting for them, when everyone arrives the manager goes over what is going to happen during the week that the team is there. After the meeting go down to have dinner you and Aggie obviously sitting on completely different tables so not to attract attention from your team mates, however you can't help but keep catching Aggie staring at you from where she is sat with Wieke and Naimh, so when she gets up to get a drink you convinently get up 5 seconds later.

"People are going to catch you staring if you aren't careful darling" You whisper to her.

"Sorry, I guess I can't help myself" Aggie smirks as she walks off, leaving you slightly flustered.

After your little interaction with Aggie you walk back over to where you were sat and Erin is just looking at you.

"What Erin?"

"What was that, normally you can't be within like 5 meters of Aggie without shouting each others heads off"

"Oh I didn't even notice she was up there" You reply, taking a sip of your drink, when you notice that Millie and Lucy have just shared a look.

After you've eaten you all just have some free time and you decide to just sit upstairs in your room, when you get back you are pleasantly surprised to see that Aggie had the same idea and was already sat on her bed when you walked in.

"Oh hello you, you alright?"

"Yeah I'm good thank you, you staying in here?"

"Well I kinda wanted to spend time with you so yeah"

"You're actually really cute, I kinda wish someone would have forced us to share a room earlier on than this" You smirk.

"Well then I guess we have some time to make up for don't we?" Aggie smiles as you siit on her bed next to her.

You and Aggie spend the whole night getting to know each other better before deciding to watch a film and then you falling asleep and cuddling up to her which she thought was quite cute.

The next day and it is straight into training after breakfast, you and Aggie try to keep your distance so that the team do not suspect anything but when you are put on the same team and there is no shouting or arguing, some of the more observant members of the team can tell there has been a switch in dynamics, one of those people being your coach Sonia, when training comes to an end you hear her shout.

"Y/n, Aggie, a quick word please, the rest of you are free to go get lunch and then you are all expected in the gym" while all the other girls walk back inside, you and Aggie make your way over to Sonia. "I am very glad to see that you two have clearly had a change in relationship but if you want to hide whatever it is going on, you might want to do a better job, but I am happy that you have both finally admitted your true feelings" Your coach says before letting you both go and get lunch, you and Aggie walk into the changing room and all the girls have left already so it is just you two in there.

A/n: Hope you enjoyed this anon who requested, I know there isn't much where they didn't like each other but yk

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songsformonkeys · 5 months ago

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Get to know your moots!

I didn't actually get tagged but I saw @fromthedeskoftheraven had done this and it looked like fun so I wanted to answer these questions too 💖

What's the origin of your blog title? I don't fully remember the exact reasoning behind it. But I used to have an old writing blog that was called wordsforbananas so maybe it was just a twist on that?

OTP(s) + Shipname: Jayvik is my latest OTP crush. I'm also very fond of Steddie and Stavier. For some reason, I can't think of any ship OTPs that are actually canon atm. It might be because the slow burn fan in me often loses interest a bit once the characters actually get together unless the creator has a clear plan how to keep their relationship interesting beyond the pining.

Favourite colour: Orange and green

Favourite game: I adore the Unlocked! games. It's like a fun escape room in a box.

Song stuck in your head: Messy - Lola Young. I saw a video of a cartoon cat singing it and the lyrics of the chorus fit surprisingly well. So now I've been singing it all week.

Weirdest habit/trait? I'm trying to think of something but every weird habit that comes to mind is just very mild on the weird scale. Like sometimes eating carrots like a corn on the cob or preferring fake plants to real ones in my home. I like for my friends and loved ones to pick out my perfumes so I can think of them every time I wear them, but I don't think that counts as weird.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, sewing, daydreaming, secondhand shopping for cool clothes, building lego, and a bunch of other stuff that catch my attention for a week or two before I move on.

If you work, what's your profession? I work at a hospital. Mostly with pain management and gastrointestinal issues.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? I'm quite happy where I am now. But if I were to switch, I would probably want to work with Doctors Without Borders.

Something you're good at: I used to be quite good at archery but I haven't done it in a bit so not sure if I still am. I think I'm pretty funny, and I tend to stay calm in a crisis.

Something you're bad at: Cooking. Horribly bad at that. And I have no patience when it comes to waiting for things that excite me. I am also a world-class procrastinator.

Something you love: My family and friends.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: This might make me sound like a bit of a gossip, but I love talking about people. Not in a mean-spirited way. Just catching up or talking about cool stuff they've done. For example, I love listening to my mother tell me about what the people back home have been up to (even the ones that I barely know) and telling her about what's new in my friend's lives. It makes me feel connected to people even if they're not physically close.

Something you hate: small-mindedness and when people get judgemental over things that are harmless.

Something you collect: Fandom trinkets, cosplay outfits that I rarely have an occasion to use, clothes, pretty stationery, and anything that'll make my home cozy.

Something you forget: ...is it ironic that I can't think of anything atm. I think I usually have an okay memory.

What's your love language? I never know if this means how I show love or if it's how I want to receive it so I'll answer both. I show love through Touch (but don't always like it when others touch me) and words of affirmation. And I feel the most loved when others give me words of affirmation (hello praise kink) or acts of service. It makes me feel taken care of and loved.

Favourite movie/show: Favorite movie: The Fall. Favorite show: too many to count. Currently, I really like Arcane.

Favourite food: Sushi

Favourite animal: Cats

What were you like as a child? A bit of a loner sometimes. Not very shy but just introverted. I loved reading and spent a lot of time doing that. I was very responsible and looked out for my little sister and her friends a lot of the time. I had one close friend that I hung out with. We watched Disney movies and baked cookies.

Favourite subject at school? Any language subject. I also really enjoyed PE because then I could run around and play sports with my classmates and I was decent enough at most sports. Hated long-distance running though. Found it boring and pointless. Still do.

Least favorite subject? Math probably. I did not like that there was a definitive answer to things and that I couldn't talk and bullshit my way to the right answer.

What's your best character trait? I think I'm a good listener and a loyal friend. And I like that I can usually make people laugh.

What's your worst character trait? I think I can get a bit distant sometimes. Especially when people message me. There's something about being available at all times through my phone that just rubs me the wrong way and I think the messages sometimes become a reminder of that (even if there's rarely any pressure from the person messaging me that I have to reply right away). And I know that sometimes I take that too far and wait too long to reply.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? I'd like to find a way to procrastinate less. I find it sometimes keeps me from doing stuff I would really enjoy.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? My great-grandparents on my mother's side. They seemed like such badass and fun people, and I've heard so many stories about them.

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): I am absolutely in love with the Sweet Series by @oonajaeadira. It has excellent writing, Javi G, an amazing reader character, and all kinds of softness. Anyone who loves Javi will LOVE this series.

I have seen plenty of these post floating about on my dash so many of you have probably already done this but if you see this and haven't, think of this as me taggging you :)

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nebulousbrainsoup · 2 years ago

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ooh ooh ooh! If it is not too much... can I ask for a headcanon for "Secret Admirer: What would they do as a secret admirer" for a member of ateez? Have a good day hehe <3

(~Sky, on anon <3)

see but if you give me the freedom to pick a member, i'm gonna make us both delulu about it. joong it is.

Kim Hongjoong: Secret Admirer

fulfilled as part of my 150(ish) followers event.

PAIRING: hongjoong x gn!reader TAGS/WARNINGS: none! GENRE: headcanon, fluff/romance RATING: G WORD COUNT: 630 masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

✵ this is like a game to him

✵ he’s passionate, he goes for what he wants and he gets it done, so if he’s being a secret admirer instead of just asking you out, it’s because he wants to have fun with it

✵ he has a signature, right from the start; the same phrase is always somewhere on the packages he sends you, along with a swipe of whatever nail polish is currently on his finger

✵ so you’ll only figure it out if you pay enough attention

✵ whether or not you notice his little detail, you do pay enough attention to notice that the delivery guy is always the same

✵ it doesn’t matter if it’s bakery treats, flowers, a stuffed animal, or a new bottle of perfume/cologne; the same boba eyes and sheepish smile always peek out at you

✵ i think he’d only do this with someone he’s known for a while bc he’d need to know all of your favorites. he isn’t going to halfass this and be basic about it

✵ although, if he doesn’t know you well enough to know your favorite flower, the victorian flower language will always come to his rescue

✵ truly don’t think you ever receive a rose from this man unless he’s handing it to you himself

✵ the first bouquet he sends you is an arrangement of pink, red and white carnations (representing fascination) and baby’s breath (innocence). the white (pure love/faithfulness) and pink (i’ll never forget you) dominate the spread, with a maximum of three red carnations to hint at his own passionate nature.

✵ he’ll also send you gardenias (secret love) if he catches wind of you being particularly frustrated with his games, just to tease you

✵ he also starts growing pansies (thoughtfulness) so if you’re having a rough week he can just drop by your desk/home/workplace and leave it for you with your favorite sweets

✵ morning glories (love in vain/affection) for if he’s feeling particularly dramatic and scorned

✵ it all seems random to you, but the amount of work this man is putting in behind the scenes is actually insane

✵ forget the lore binder, he has a you binder

✵ he’s ordering things weeks in advance, talking you out of buying things he’s already bought you, etc

✵ at one point the next book in a series you’ve been reading shows up the day after you’ve finished its prequel and you’re mildly concerned

✵ it’s 4d chess in this man’s brain trying to win you over

✵ if/when you finally start to figure it out, he’s completely oblivious

✵ seonghwa has to tell him, bc you cornered the poor man after the latest delivery and asked him outright if your admirer was hongjoong

✵ he didn’t know what to say and scurried off without a word, so you knew

✵ he does freak out about it a little bit, bc he got a little too caught up in the game and forgot there was, in fact, a goal

✵ a few days later, seonghwa delivers you a handwritten note with the first word of his signature phrase on it to you and the first clue to a city-wide scavenger hunt

✵ at the second to last stop, you get the link to a playlist of songs that remind him of you

✵ by the end, hwa’s laden with bags from the gifts hongjoong never got to give you

✵ and once you get there, hongjoong is waiting for you at your favorite shop/cafe/park with your beverage and sweet of choice in front of him, a blue hyacinth (constancy) and a red rose in hand

✵ he had a whole speech planned but he’s too overwhelmed and just grinning, so all he gets out before you’re wrapping him up in your arms is

✵ “i hope you’re not disappointed”

TAGLISTS: permanent [open]: @justhere4kpop @tastymintchocolate @soul-jae @ad0rechuu @seonghwaddict ateez [open]: @pyeonghongrie-main @thatonenoona

banners again from @cafekitsune

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wingsdippedingold · 6 months ago

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Ch 1: "Please String your Bow"

New Series: Read ACOTAR with me!

Hello! I’ve decided to start a new series of me going back and rereading the ACOTAR series, as it's been years since I last actively did so, and posting it here on tumblr!

I plan to do my best to observe the story as though I’m reading it for the first time and don’t have prior knowledge, trying to build my opinions back up from a blank slate. Some of my annotations will try to reflect that, asking questions that I or you may already know the answer to. However, I’m including many of my old comments as well.

I may start a tag list if people are interested, but with that: Chapter 1!

wc : 859 - Index

This is the line that pulled me into the chapter.

So she's shooting a recurve, which in this case, is basically the standard medieval bow you'd imagine. Unstringing is done to keep the wooden limbs from straining and getting bent out of shape from the tension.

Alright, so this is our first bit of human lore regarding faeries beyond just the "they're dangerous". Humans believe that faeries eat people.

Okay, okay, very Cinderella-esque. Now, is the expression she's thinking of sad, disappointed, or angry- at this point it seems more pitiable.

I am familiar with this pose.

Seemingly, both her family and her town rely on Feyre. I know it's to emphasize her role as the only one working, but it's weird imagining an entire town asking a single 17 year old girl to provide for them. They're asking her to be the main character at this point. The world is cruel to Feyre.

The artist in her 😭

I think its interesting that she includes bother her father and her current cottage (quote below) in this dream.

On another note, I know some people interpret the last bit to be "oh she hates her sisters and wants them gone", but I think she knows they'd be unsatisfied with the simple life that she would be, wanting to go back to their prior life of luxury. (But, she basically becomes her sisters in this dream later in the series anyway)

Feyre and painting on fucking walls

Pretty words

Feyre, baby… you gotta string your bow again…

I think I know why y'all are starving.

Our first outright characterization of Nesta from Feyre:

I mean a regular arrow would still do more damage than a bee sting. Regardless, her weapons are important for later.

👍

This confused me. Because, either way, unless you kill the wolf, you starve, unless the wolf flat out leaves, but considering it's going for the deer, it won't. If he eats the doe or scares it, you have to kill him. SJM didn't give Feyre the mindset of a poor woman in dire need of food. Is eating the wolf not even an option?

I would imagine hunting the bigger game, even if less tasty and more dry, during a time of animal scarcity when she regularly comes back empty handed, would be a starving woman's first choice. Your shot would have to be a good one regardless of whichever you choose, and if its because of disease, eating any wild animal carries risks.

Maybe I'm just being stupid, but like... if they really were that poor and in need of food, how is the wolf not even an option?

8 years of experience, assuming she had consistent practice between hunts

This happens even after death. How much research did SJM do before making an entire chapter around hunting and a character who's been doing it for 8 years?

Personally, I would try putting the poor thing out of its misery if I was unsure about pain, instead of sitting and waiting. Feyre has a hunting knife which she uses to skin the wolf later. Even with her appropriate level of caution, this animal couldn't jump up and kill you. I don't know, reading this made Feyre feel like a relatively amateur hunter, rather than the experienced one she's meant to be.

I imagine she waited for it to die in case it had faerie magic or something, but she decides that it's not one after its death, which doesn't make sense to me, because I imagine she had never seen a faerie die (or shapeshift)? How would its death have any different markers- beyond the ones Feyre couldn't previously identify- than a normal wolf?

Well no. It didn't. Earlier she said animal wouldn't live with the ash arrow in it's side, but it was her normal arrow in the eye that proved lethal (see below)

Mr. Wolf was still standing after the ash arrow, he only collapsed after the normal one in the eye.

Realistically, the better option would be to dress both animals, get rid of organs (especially the wolf's), guts, heads, genitals, and any other dead weight; this'll reduce the load by at least a third, if not a half, considering that she's only hunting for sustenance and not keeping any parts for trophies. Drag the wolf and carry the deer.

The wolf's size could be an issue- but she considers a small deer to be a struggle, so I'm not sure what's up with that. I imagine she isn't an experienced hunter and/or doesn't field dress, despite her 8 years, considering that she usually comes back empty-handed.

Alright, so dressing both animals would take upwards of an hour for someone with the amount of experience I would assume Feyre has. Regardless, for a wolf of that size and weight, with half of it against the ground, it'll take way longer than minutes to skin. You're gonna spend a while there, even if you don't dress the animal.

Back on track with Feyre being the cool protagonist that she's set up as.

Thank you for reading these! Overall, this was more nitpicky than any serious notetaking as its just the opening chapter- there's a lot more substance in the coming ones!

#acotar #read with me!#acotar critical #feyre critical #this post isn’t critical of her at all #But the pros need to back off 😭#nesta

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simply-wlw-kpopstan · 1 year ago

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6. First sign

Yujin had invited you to a little café on campus for your first session, apparently all the private booths and rooms in the library were reserved so you couldn't go there. Her roommate was in their dorm with her girlfriend and she doesn't want to and these are her words 'traumatize you with their love'. You mentioned your roommate had a girlfriend too but she insisted they couldn't be worse and you had a little competition about it as you waited for your order to be made. Once you got your food and drinks you sat down outside and started to study with her help.

"okay, so I got some notes from your professor on what you need to improve," her eyes skim over a page she was holding, "if we can plan an hour long session per week you should be caught up in no time."

You nod at her words as you take a bite of your food, " you have a lot of faith in me. I suck at this."

"did you even try?" She genuinely asked, "this stuff explains it's self if you read your textbook."

" I did but I'm not that good with writing essays which is what this stupid Class only consists of."

"so you understand the subject you just have difficulty with wording it?" She sips her drink.

"exactly, I always write it and then I see I'm not even close to the minimum word count."

She nods at your word as she thinks it over, " I guess I can still help you with that, just start writing your current essay that's due and when you're done I'll read it over and show you how to stretch it out. You just have to look at your first draft as a synopsis."

You grab your papers and start writing on the current subject, scolding yourself for forgetting your laptop. This would go so much faster if you had the stupid thing but alas. As you were half-way through writing your paper you spotted yuna down the street, walking towards you while looking down at her phone.

"don't panic but my sister is here." you quietly spoke, "I'll take care of her, I promise."

"Hey little one," yuna arrived and she ran a hand through your hair, ruffling it in the process "How's studying going?" She smirked.

"fine so just leave so I can concentrate."

"wow easy !" She sassed back at you, her head turns towards yujin with a sick smile as she fakes her next words, "yujin I'm so sorry for 2 days ago. My friends can get a bit much but I was really flattered when you asked me out."

Yujin must've seen the Suprise on your face as she clears her throat, "it-it's nothing. Don't even mention it. I was just-"

"why don't we go on that date tomorrow?" yuna smiled and you saw how yujin was falling into her trap.

"yuna what are you-" but she cuts you off.

"not talking to you." she muttered before giving Yujin a sad look, "please give me a chance?"

"i-I guess we could go out for coffee tomorrow?" yujin stammered

"coffee?" yuna raised an eyebrow, "you could ask me out to anything, a party, dinner, movie but you choose a coffee?"

"I don't have much time tomorrow, a coffee is all I can do. Sorry"

Before your sister can do more damage you jump in between, "yuna, back off. She's not going on that date with you."

"she can make that decision herself can't she?" She looked from you to yujin, "what will it be yujin?"

"i-I..." yujin was stuttering more and more by the second.

"i'm telling you she's not going and that's final." you said as you stood up, " I know you better than anyone so I know you're trying to play a game here. I won't let you." you got closer to your 'older' sister, "if I hear you've tried anything after this tight here? I'll push back yuna and we both know how ugly this can get when WE fight."

"You're no fun," she scoffed, "you never have been." she picked up her purse and walked away from your table.

"are you o-" you started to ask as you turn around but yujin was packing everything up.

"I have to go!" yujin exclaimed as she rushed by you, fumbling with her books as she walked away in the opposite direction of yuna. At least you knew she wasn't going to beg for that date, as you start to pick up your own things you notice a piece of paper poking out of your book and you reached for it.

Xxx-xxx-xxx

My number so we don't have to talk through socials :)

- yujinnie

After all of that you could only think about how sorry you felt for the girl. She just wanted to ask out her crush, that was hard enough as it is but her crush being your sister made it 100 times worse. You knew yuna would try something again when you're not there and all you can do is hope that yujin won't take the bait. You don't even get what she sees in her. With a sigh you leave the court yard and made your way back to your dorm. How could your sister be so twisted? What is so fun about playing with people's hearts? Maybe she got it from your dad, who knows. You don't even know the man and your mother doesn't speak about him.

Once inside your dorm, you dropped your bag on the floor and threw yourself on your bed. After a few minutes you sit up and took your phone from your pocket, sent a quick message to yujin and grabbed your laptop off your bedside table. You were 10 minutes into your favorite childhood movie when your phone pinged, yujin had texted you back an apology for running out on you and you reassured her it was okay. Without noticing it you spent the rest of the movie texting back and forth with yujin, not that you minded, you've seen this movie a hundred times before.

A mile away from you, Yujin had layed down on her bed as she texted you with a tiny smile on her face. Minji and Hanni noticed the small action but decided to keep quiet for now. They rather have her like this then heartbroken over a mean girl. It was clear that something had happened for the girl to come back this early from a tutoring session, but based on the look on yujin's face it had nothing to do with you and that's all they really cared about.

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croquettish · 7 months ago

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14, 15, 25 for end of year! 🩵

thank you so much for the questions!! :D

a fic you didn’t expect to write: oh my god, so many of them honestly. I wrote several fics for birthdays and those were all planned. but in april I started writing a fic with a (somewhat flighty) friend of mine that I definitely didn't expect to write and honestly probably never expected to write but that also might not ever see the light of day bc rn I'm stuck waiting for her to write a section and it's been months. so WE SHALL SEE I think the biggest surprises (aside from the aforementioned WIP) all happened in the second half of the year. I didn't expect to write a rugan fic (DIDN'T KNOW HE COULD STAY ALIVE FOR SOOOOO LONG) and I definitely didn't expect to write the two nancy drew fics that I wrote after the one I wrote for my sister. one of them (the thanos one) was less of a surprise since it had been a wip for almost a decade. but the other one (the grigor one) was a huge surprise since that one had only been plotted out (somewhat) for almost a decade. that said, aside from the probably-forever-wip fic, the biggest surprise of them all is the one that I'm currently writing (albeit very slowly) that will also take a metric fuckton of coding before I can start posting it, so that won't start being posted until sometime next year. the huge surprise there is that I never expected to get into stardew valley, let alone to write fic for it... eight years after it first came out, but that's just how it goes sometimes... honestly, if I had more time right now and wasn't spending the vast majority of my days doing phd research and writing my dissertation, I'd be spending all of my time on that fic just bc it's so damn fun to write. I can't wait for people to get to read that one :D

something you learned this year: this is a good question. I don't think that I learned anything huge but I feel like I learned a lot of little things: I found that I will always be able to surprise myself in one way or another. I really like experimenting with different things and seeing what works out. there's less fear in that for me than other people (apparently) seem to feel, and that knowledge does feel pretty liberating, honestly! I learned that I am a lot funnier than I give myself credit for, or rather than I was always told I was growing up. and I learned that I am not only capable of writing longfic, sometimes longficitis strikes me when it used to be something that I worried I wouldn't be able to make happen. which, in terms of problems to have, is honestly not a bad thing at all :D I also learned that I care a lot less these days about having an actual audience so long as I'm writing what I want to write. like, no one is out there reading my nancy drew fics, and that's fine. I doubt anyone will be reading the stardew valley fic this long after the game came out. and the fic I'm writing with my friend is even less likely to go anywhere. but that's okay! because I'm enjoying myself and that's what matters!!

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read: this one also isn't easy. I honestly don't read a ton of fic (especially while I'm writing something myself or busy working) but I will end up with small periods where I read loads of it. my tastes for fic esp can also be a bit all over the place, so I'll list a few (since I know I have a lot of friends from different fandoms on here): Kingdom Come: Deliverance - Hans Capon/Henry of Skalitz - in character and it gets the dynamics right. doesn't make either of them too weepy or too assholeish. just insanely well-done Dragon Age II - Carver/F!Hawke - I am starved for more Carver/Hawke smut but this one is amaaaaaazing and the most in character it could ever possibly be. bathroom sex leading to bedroom sex Dragon Age II - Fenris/F!Hawke - sex pollen and a rescue. just a delicious and super ic well-written fic Resident Evil 2 Remake - Leon Kennedy/Claire Redfield - hhhhh I also yearn for more good porn of them but this really hits the spot. post-canon motel room sex. just really really good all around Baldur's Gate 3 - Durgetash - fellow zhent book club members will have already read this fic but it's by far my favorite iteration of their dynamic that I've seen And then there's the fic that I reread about once a quarter at least because it is simply a Perfect Fic, which was a present from my sister to me for my birthday (very belated present) some years ago: Persona 5 - Yusuke Kitagawa/Ann Takamaki

full list of questions is here!

#if anyone wants to inquire about the fic that may never see the light of day they absolutely can #I just don't want to get anyone's hopes up about that fic #that said I don't think anyone would care all too much since it is an ancient fandom with hardly anyone in it SO WHO KNOWS #WHOOOOOOO KNOWS #also SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG #all of these felt like I had so much to say about each of them I FEEL BAD fjkla;ghkfaj #also I'm #uh #really really picky with fic so #this is a HEAVILY curated list #I wanted to include a fic for pentiment but #there are no finished pentiment fics for my ship :')#just the way it goes #tam talks

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undertalerebirth · 11 months ago

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July-June Dev log. We're really going places! (This Dev Log has been delayed since July. We are sorry it took so long)!

Hey! Were back! We have a lot some stuff to get through so lets get started!

A New Face?

Yep! Let me introduce you to a new UTBB character; Princess(?) Emily Emerald!

Emerald is a spider monster that you will be familied with in the demo and through out the story. She lives in the Ruined sewers with the rest of her sibling, maybe you'll even get to meet a few of them

(Artwork made by @hollowgears )

Progress!

[ Coding ]

As of writing this, our custom base UT engine is almost complete! We only need to work on a few thing regarding the battle & overworld system. After that we will start implementing some changes such as adding out reworked magic system and a few new special changes.

Then we'll get to work on rooms, tilesets, and backgrounds!

[ Music ]

We've been releasing a few tracks on our game page and YouTube! You should go check them out when you have the time. Our composers work hard on every OST they make and we hope you enjoy listening to them just has much as the team! * https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOzEMaAb1zE * https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xxgr3R6DAsI

We only have a small amount of OSTs at the moment, but were trying to chip away at at it step by step! We don't want to overwhelm anybody here since most of the team have their own projects they have to work on as well.

[ Writing ]

As of now the demo as been fully written out! With the addition to new team members and the director reaching out to different writers in and out of the community, the game has under go some major rewrites which were heavily needed. The rest of the game has been perfectly outlined and I'm currently halfway through the Geno/No Mercy script for the Snowden section. However, writing for the rest of the Ruins after the demo on pacifist and neutral runs is still a work in progress

The plan is to work on neutral scripts after Pacifist and Geno scripts are done. Just to make things a little easier on the teams main writer (Skill issue we know lol). Also, I am glad to say that all of UTBBs main cast as been fully made! Yes we still need to work on their section/area script but like I said before, those have been neatly outlined.

Meet Our New Team Members!

MUSIC COMPOSERS

JeffTheCowfish72

@MrMrMilesP

Epic

ARTIST/SPRITERS

@DaWikzz

@Destroyer120

@swidev

@SeaForest

Kamiko Torayama

YaS

Hollow

CODERS

NamuFrames

@Kaidojet

Gravenews

Were still looking for more Team members! It's not too late to sign up.We're currently looking for:

Coder's (Game maker Studio)

Music Composers

Promotional Artist (1 more position is open)

Concept Artist (For environments/areas)

Battle sprite artist (Pixel Art)

Character designers (Visual)

Tile set/background artist (Pixel Art)

Application form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdWdY5EmbQMYm4Tz4VXtEa6DmpgYowlamMc_zuWNMM2CcHtTw/viewform

Gamepage & Social Changes;

We've updated the gamepage a bit more. We've added a features, Mechanics, and a special thanks!

We felt like the special thanks was long over due. These projects helped inspire UTBB and it's only fair that they get the credit they deserve.

[Cancelled] Undertale: The Otherground by poody_blue

Undertale Kindred Spirits (Fangame) by PurrSum

DELTARUNE: Broken Destiny (Fangame) by CrystalZeroChaos

Undertale: True Genocide (Fangame) by souptaels

Undertinge (Fangame) by TeamTinge

@blinddetermination (Interactive Comic) by @hyakki--yagyo

Thank you Poody_blue, PurrSum (+ The entire UTKS Crew), Starlightshore, CrystalZeroChaos, TeamTinge , souptaels , @hyakki--yagyo, and everyone in the Othertale/Otherrune Community. You are the people who helped inspire this project and I can't wait for you all to see what we've been planning.

Make sure to go check these projects and their creators out! These are the very projects & people that inspired Undertale: Brave Beginnings in the first place so it would be amazing if you went over there and showed them some love and support!

Social Change

As you may have noticed, UTBB has been freely promoting other projects and as been collaborating with other creators. While we are still participating in these collabs we have decided to take a step back in promoting other creators/project. In all honesty, that wasn't supposed to happen. You see, out director is really proud of the following he and this project has gained, and thought that he was "popular" enough to promote lesser known projects or projects just starting out in development. And as you can see he's been promoting a lot of projects. More so it's starting to feel like that's all he's doing publicly and fears that it may be a bit to much.

So with that being said, we will be taking a step back from the promotion of other projects after this dev log. However! We will leave a list (now) of projects that Reed planned to promote but never had the time until now and won't be put up in promotion ever again (unless super big news comes out like the demo/full release or it being cancelled).

Undertale Brave Faith by TeamDarkLegend

Undertale: Bold & Benevolent by Team Papya and the_fluffernutter

Undertale Ivy's Justice by TeamUTIJustice

UNDERSWAP: ECHOED by _pancakez

Undertale ICEBOUND by LucanaDLL & __b

Undertale ALTERATION by Pixel-Icon15

We know most of these projects are already popular but Team beginnings still wanted to show their support!

What To Expect Next Time?

As you can see, the game page has been getting a few tweaks as of late. We've updated the description and more promotion art should be coming soon! We will also no longer be giving monthly dev logs (Not like we did before lol) and will only post when we have more content to show.

The End. . . ?

No, no no!!! The end of the Dev log, not the project! Thank you all for taking the time to read through this. I hope you have a wonderful day/nigh/afternoon wherever you are! I guess this is the end of the dev log. See you all later!

#undertale: brave beginnings #undertale #undertale fangame #undertale prequel

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blu3-ja3 · 7 months ago

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Okay! So I've done a bit more thinking and digging around, I kinda forgot that warzone existed and has existing characters. Like I was aware of it vaguely in the corner but never really thought to look more into it. Then I got curious about König's character and which game he was from only to learn about the entire warzone roster.

Yes I've never touched Warzone despite playing COD. I mostly played the story campaigns or Zombies because I've never actually owned a cod game I've played my friends game. I've never actually played the mw3 remake because me and said cod friend stopped hanging out after quarantine.

So all this to say I've read a bit about Nova and really liked her! And canonically speaking she would be interacting with the 141 unlike König if I've read the lore right. I believe König and the 141 are on the opposite sides? But then again so is Graves and I wrote an interaction between those two so who knows! Anyways...

O'CONNOR! The absolute lesbian that she is! Would totally crush on Nila, I mean come on you have to be blind to not think she's pretty! And from what I've read regarding her lore she's very thoughtful and persistent! So my brain immediately started brewing up ideas about the two ladies and their dynamics.

I think O'Connor and Nila would be aware of each other, never really interacting but have heard of each other through mutuals. I'm thinking initially some of Nila's team interacted with the 141. It would mostly be the sergeants from both teams interacting together. Like Roach, Soap, and Gaz would hang out with Nova's team even after Gaz becomes 2nd Lieutenant.

Like Gaz, Soap, and Roach hang around some of the 41 Company (Nila's team) when on base. So yeah the two know of each other but haven't interacted in any capacity beyond maybe a little nod of acknowledgement when passing each other on base.

That is until a mission goes south leaving O'Connor and a very injured Ghost to be the only ones to return to base. O'Connor is effectively placed into the role of captain of rescuing her team. Laswell immediately suggested Lieutenant Nila Brown and 41 Company or something to help with the retrieval of Price, Soap, Gaz and Roach.... So yeah I'm writing it! ENJOY!

It was supposed to be a simple mission, they were split into 3 teams. Alpha Team: Price and Sanderson were on exfill; they were to get transportation out the base and to be ready to leave. Bravo Team: Garrick and MacTavish were to find as much information regarding the ultranationalist, who they have as targets, and any future plans. Charlie Team: Riley and O'Connor were to go into the leader's quarters to learn of weapons and what they know of Makarov's situation and location. In and out, simple and clean. No bodies only silence.

They shouldn't have continued once they notice the sudden changes in patrols and perimeters, but the only way for them to get out of there was in that base. So they went through with the mission, it was their only course of action.

It all went to shit fast after getting the information, the other two teams were busted and rapidly being swarmed while waiting for Charlie. Riley was shot three times; two right lower abdomen and one upper left shoulder. Carrying the lieutenant made O'Connor slower and she made a decision, she told them to leave. And they did, Price ordered O'Connor to find a vehicle and get out, to find them...

O'Connor isn't sure if she regrets making that call. She knows the rest of the team was shot down, she knows that at least 3 of them parachuted out. She knows that MacTavish was able to make contact with her before their signal was jammed. O'Connor has hope, she knows they're alive, that she can get to them. But the current colonel isn't sending anyone to look for them.

"What the feck do you mean?! My men are still out there, Colonel!" O'Connor slammed her hands down onto the desk as she stood.

She was called into the office soon after O'Connor arrived on base, driving like a bat out of hell to the facility making the two day trip back to base a one day trip. As soon as Simon was taken away for medical treatment O'Connor jumped into action. She started pulling soldiers preparing a rescue team to go into the woodlands of the Russian Taigas only to be stopped and forced into the stupid conversation she's having now.

"With all due respect Captain O'Connor your men are dead. If the crash didn't kill them, the elements and wildlife would have, and if that didn't then the enemy search teams would... Your goal now is to remember the fallen, gather a new team and complete the mission. Am I understood?" The american colonel smiled at O'Connor with the most condescending smile on his lips.

"With all due respect Colonel" O'Connor mocks his southern accent. "If you bothered to read our files that were provided to you, then you'd know that those men have survived odds much worse than those. So no I won't remember them as fallen. If at least one of them is alive I want to recover them, and radio contact is proof of life for at least one!" O'Connor glared at the man where he sat, not once looking up from the papers on his.

"That's an order Captain, do not force my hand and claim insubordination from you..." The man glanced up at her before waving her out.

As soon as O'Connor's hand touched the nob of the door the Colonel's voice rang out, "I'll even be nice and give you some time to visit with Lieutenant Riley before you go out... You've got until tomorrow morning Captain."

O'Connor tensed before leaving the office, doing her best not to slam the door as she pulled it closed behind her. O'Connor quickly made her way across the small base towards the medical bay. She was informed that Simon would recover, nothing vital being hit or damaged miraculously. She stepped into Simon's room, surprised to see the man awake. She quickly tossed him a cleaner mask and turned away from the man.

"No need for that Doc, but I appreciate the sentiment." Simon's voice was strained even if he was trying to hide it.

"I respect you too much to assume anything Shade," After Simon gives her the all clear O'Connor turns to sit down next to the medical bay bed. She started to rub her eyes trying to figure out what to do next.

"We're going after them right?" Simon's voice drew O'Connor's eyes up to him.

"No... You're staying here Lieutenant." O'Connor sighs before continuing. "This colonel thinks that they're dead, he wants me to forget going after them and to finish the mission..." O'Connor looks down at her hands as they ball into fists in her lap.

"You're not going to are you?" Simon leans back from his sitting position, groaning as he moves.

"No, I could care less about finishing the mission..." O'Connor glared at her hands before continuing. "If it was Price here, he'd be able to convince that colonel to go after them but I don't have his silver tongue..."

"So what's your plan Captain?" Simon and O'Connor looked up as there was a knock at the door. Simon yelled out to enter. A familiar woman entered the room, if O'Connor remembers correctly her name and rank; Lieutenant Nila Brown.

"I'm looking for you Captain O'Connor, do you have a moment?" She stepped in and stood at attention.

"No need for that Lieutenant. Aye, I've got a moment what do you need?" Nila closed the door before turning back towards the two sitting figures.

"I want to help recover the 141, Captain..." O'Connor cringes a bit before holding up a hand to stop Nila.

"Please, call me Doc... I'm not comfortable being called Captain off field... I didn't go to medical school for nothing." O'Connor looked towards Simon before looking back at Nila.

"I had a hunch you were Doctor O'Connor, I didn't think we had two O'Connor's on base... Anyways Doc, I know your team is still out there and you're being sent out back tomorrow to complete the original operation..." Nila's smile was confident as O'Connor gave her a nod of affirmation, ignoring the butterflies in her chest.

"Listen take my team with you, if not all of them then at least me."

"Why the sudden interest?" Simon's voice rumbled through the room.

"I was sent by Laswell to find and help you recover your team. I was waiting outside Colonel Autumn's Office when Dr. O'Connor was with him... I know that the wanker isn't going to bother looking for even bodies to retrieve. Take some of us with you, split us into two teams. That information is mostly likely long gone now but if we can recover your team there's a chance that they still have what we're looking for yeah?" O'Connor nodded looking towards Simon who nodded once. She trusted the lieutenant's judgement, if he was comfortable then so was she.

So the next morning O'Connor gathered a team as the colonel instructed. Once out of briefing and into the field O'Connor relayed the slight alteration of the plan. They were going to be in 2 teams, O'Connor and Nila would be splitting to search for the 141. Everyone else would be under Laswell's command and their team leader. A new lieutenant and his two sergeants, one Lieutenant Russ and the Walker brothers.

(Recently watched someone play through COD Ghosts for the first time and I missed the boys)

Nila and O'Connor got to work immediately. Once in the area O'Connor last made contact with Soap they began to move towards the crash site. By the time they'd found it they'd receive word from the infiltration team that the compound had been left abandoned.

"That's a good thing, they wouldn't have sent a search party for your men Doc..." Nila spoke as she continued looking around the crash sight. O'Connor relaxed a bit but kept her head on a swivel. Nila eventually found boot prints moving towards the east, back towards their base of operation.

"So... You have an actual medical degree." Nila asked as they followed the boot tracks.

"Yeah, I was doing a desk job while raising my son... It was too slow for me so I figured I'd at least go to school. The military was all too happy to pay for my medical degree and specialization." O'Connor was half paying attention to the conversation as she moved through the forest, Nila placing markers along their path. She knows she's coming off as uninterested but in that moment O'Connor couldn't care less.

O'Connor was worried as another trail had started following the boot trail, it was liquid and all O'Connor's fears were confirmed as the duo came across a murky red puddle of blood and melted snow. O'Connor didn't notice herself freezing up until a hand touched her shoulder.

"We'll find them Doc..." O'Connor nodded as she kept pushing forwards.

They kept moving through the woodlands, O'Connor only stopping to put on her jacket as it got colder. They ate quickly before O'Connor was up again pushing onwards. When they started down the trails the sun was just coming up over the horizon, now O'Connor had a flashlight out following the trail of blood and boot prints.

"It's getting darker, we should sto-" O'Connor grabbed Nila by her arm pulling her back away from a steep ravine edge. It was well hidden, you wouldn't notice it until you were right on top of it.

O'Connor used the light to check both to the right and left of the ravine for the continuation of the boot prints. She looked down into the ravine when she couldn't find any. There was a groove of someone falling down alongside ruts from people following after.

O'Connor didn't hesitate jumping down into the ravine, keeping her balance as she slid down the mud and gravel ravine walls. Once she reached the bottom she turned towards Nila, shining the light towards her and gesturing for her to stay there. O'Connor watched as Nila looked towards something to the left of O'Connor. Before O'Connor could ask what she saw she felt the cool press of a knife to her neck.

"You couldn't just walk around the damn thing could ya?" The familiar voice of Kyle Garrick in O'Connor's ear behind her.

"Wait! Gaz! It's me!" O'Connor reached for the hood, tossing it back to reveal more of herself.

"Jesus Doc, we nearly gutted you!" MacTavish's voice came from in front of her as what O'Connor thought was a rock moved revealing Roach and Soap both armed.

"Where's John?" O'Connor rushed towards them as she was released.

"Over here Maeve!" The strained voice of John Price called out from her left. Wasting no time she began to check the men over as she moved towards Price.

Roach, covered in filth, was limping heavily not putting much pressure on his left leg. Soap and Gaz had a few cuts on them from what she could see as very dirty. As she approached Price, O'Connor had to fight back tears. The man looked like death, pale and dirty; cleaner than the other three men but still dirty.

His left pant leg had one of the men's jackets wrapped around it tightly, she assumes Roach's. O'Connor could see the crimson red staining it darker. She moved towards him, not removing the jacket as she began to untie the clothing and started to pact the wound better before wrapping it and securing it. O'Connor began barking orders, having Nila secure a rope and helping get everyone out of the ravine.

"Lieutenant Russ? We've found my men are you still at the compound?" O'Connor asked into radio hoping she was in range.

"Copy that Captain O'Connor, we're leaving the compound now. Not much recovered but we've got what we could find." O'Connor is carrying Price back the way they came, thankful for Nila marking their path back with reflective flags.

They kept moving, the last bits of the sun slowly disappearing. O'Connor removed her jacket tossing it towards Roach who had nothing to help with the cold before she was lifting Price again carrying him in a bridal carry. Nila and Soap traded so now Nila was helping Roach maneuver through the woods. They make it to the wreckage of the helicopter before stopping.

"Everyone good? We're at the last push just a bit further from here," O'Connor had Price click her receiver on her radio. "Lieutenant Russ, we're about 30 minutes out."

They continued moving and finally saw the vehicles sitting idle. The rest of the team had departed leaving only Keegan, Logan, and Hesh at the trucks. Once they spotted the little troop the three men instantly jumped into action helping where they could.

"Captain O'Connor, we've received word from Colonel Autumn... He's not very happy with you from the sounds of it." Hesh informed O'Connor as she climbed into the back hatch of one of the trucks. She helped Hesh maneuver Price into a more comfortable position.

"He can deal with it, we recovered the information they had as well as my men... I don't see what's the problem." O'Connor didn't look up from where she was working on Price's leg.

"You went against orders, O'Connor?" Price croaked out quietly. O'Connor gripped the man's hand softly squeezing it.

"Of course, you'd do the same for anyone else... Besides Ghost would rip my head off if I came back without everyone..." O'Connor smiled down at the man as they began moving. She rubbed her eyes trying to fight the tears.

Once on base O'Connor gathered all the information the 141 managed to gather before everything went to shit. She left the two groups trusting that the two lieutenants could handle getting everyone settled. As O'Connor left she heard rapid footsteps as Nila appeared at her side.

"You're dismissed, Lieutenant Brown, thank you for your help but this is my punishment to bare," O'Connor looked forwards as she walked through the halls. She was fully prepared for her rank to be stripped from her, this Colonel was known for pulling that a lot.

"With all due respect Doctor O'Connor, we all agreed to the plan." Nila spoke as she stepped in tandem with O'Connor. They stopped outside the Colonel's office before knocking and entering together.

"You have some nerve O'Connor... I directly told you to leave them out there, they were a lost cause. Instead you directly go against my orders and don't even recover what was originally needed! I should court martial your sorry ass" Colonel Autumn was standing back facing away from them.

"Actually sir, I've recovered not only my men but the original data we recovered on our original mission..." O'Connor tossed the small package down onto the table before continuing. "There's three USB sticks in there with everything we could get originally. And sir my men are all still alive and now are home, so go ahead. Court martial me, strip me of my rank, do whatever but just know you. Were. Wrong." O'Connor kept her head high and maintained eye contact with the Colonel. The man's lip twitched before he seemed to deflate and dismissed the two women.

Once they stepped out of the room O'Connor deflated a bit, placing her hand over her heart.

"That was hot..." O'Connor's head whipped towards Nila. O'Connor could feel the blush spreading across her face as her heart continued to pound away in her chest.

"What?! It was! You kept calm and took total control... It was hot!" O'Connor swallowed around nothing as she looked down at the slightly shorter woman.

"Thank you Lieutenant Brown..." Nila rolled her eyes before speaking again.

"It's Nila or Nova, none of this Lieutenant Brown mess." O'Connor felt her stomach drop and her heart did a backflip as Nila smiled up at her.

"I'm sorry I was rude earlier, I promise I'm usually much nicer in conversation when I'm not scared for my men..." O'Connor averted her gaze a bit, feeling slightly ashamed.

"I thought that was hot too! You were so focused and driven. Nothing seemed to sway you from your mission. And you were so focused..." O'Connor blushed even harder as the two women began to walk toward medical. Nila continuing her ranting compliments about O'Connor

"Ah! Well thank you... For the compliment and for your help. I owe you a debt." O'Connor looked at Nila, smiling towards the woman.

"You could take me out for a drink! You could show me how you actually are during conversation, how that sounds?" Nila stopped in front of her as they reached Ghost's room.

"Oh! Um yes a drink would be lovely!" O'Connor felt like she was on fire when Nila smiled at her.

"GREAT! It's a date! See you tomorrow night!" Nila yelled before skipping down the halls of medical.

O'Connor opened the door to find Ghost and the youngest three all together. She stepped in trying desperately will away the blush on her cheeks before the men in the room noticed. Soap and Gaz turn towards O'Connor with knowing grins.

"Where's Price?" O'Connor asked as she moved towards the little group trying to ignore the looks.

"He's getting stitches, he'll be placed in the room next to mine once the prosecutor is done." Simon said as he stopped MacTavish's attempt to help him sit up. O'Connor nodded before turning to Roach.

"How's your leg?" Roach was sitting in a chair as he shrugged.

"What does that mean? Did you not go get checked out Sergeant?" O'Connor's furrowed as she moved towards the man. She now lets her gaze look at all three of the younger soldiers noticing that they're all still dirty.

"Alright, you two go shower and change. Sanderson you come with me after we get you checked out you're doing the same thing!" O'Connor said as she helped Roach stand. When neither of the boys begin to move O'Connor glared at them.

"That's an order boys, now get moving." O'Connor boomed a bit commanding.

"What about Price?" Garrick whispered, O'Connor's shoulders dropped a bit as a smile crept onto her face.

"I'll come get you lads when he's out but in the mean time go take care of yourselves yeah?" O'Connor pats the boys on the back before helping Roach into an empty room and starts working.

After tending to Roach's injuries and sending him off to take a shower, O'Connor did the same. After a shower and a fresh change of clothes O'Connor arrived at Price's room to find everyone there already.

Simon was in a wheelchair chair leaning against MacTavish who was standing behind him. Kyle was sat in a chair holding Price's hand and Sanderson was sitting at the foot of the bed. They all turned towards O'Connor as she entered the room.

"What happened with the Colonel?" Price was immediate to ask once noticing O'Connor.

"Nothing, he got what he wanted and I proved him wrong. There was nothing he could do." O'Connor walked over to Price's side. "Are you okay.... All of you?"

"You came back for us instantly O'Connor, we're fine." Kyle smiles softly at her as O'Connor feels tears start to well up.

"I made the wrong call... If you would have died-" O'Connor drops her head as tears roll down her cheeks.

"But we didn't though, Maevis, we're all here. We're safe and being treated. You made a call and it was the best one at the moment." O'Connor sucked in a breath calming herself a bit more.

They all talk for a bit before the younger men go to eat and sleep, taking Ghost back to his room. O'Connor stays to talk a bit longer quietly filling out a report for Price regarding the mission.

"So... I heard that you were assisted by the commander of the 41 Company? Lieutenant Brown right?" O'Connor looked up for a moment before continuing her writing.

"Yeah, Nila. She managed to convince the new kids to help... The Walker brothers and Lieutenant Keegan Russ, they're effective and quite capable."

"Those three will be going through a trial period with us. Nice to know they work well enough with you... So Nila hmm?"

"Yes what of her, she was kind enough to offer her assistance. She's got a good head on her shoulders, I'm thankful for her help, John." O'Connor continued writing her report on glancing up at Price through her eyelashes.

"Mhm and the date?" O'Connor's hand stopped writing instantly, looking up at him fully.

"We're just getting drinks, John, nothing serious. I wasn't the kindest to her while we were out looking for you and I owe her for helping me... It's nothing more than that. Why the interest?" O'Connor didn't mean to sound so defensive but she couldn't help the tension that eased its way into her shoulders.

"I'm simply curious that's all, Ghost said that the Lieutenant seemed to be pretty smitten with you O'Connor..." Price smiled at O'Connor as the woman began to blush. Price continues his teasing and joking before they fall into comfortable silence and O'Connor finishes her report as well as Price's before turning them in and going to her barracks.

So I'm writing about their date next!

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