#Hunter you beautiful dumbass

[pandorxxx]

What now?

Lo’ak (19) x omatikayan fem reader (18)

Warnings: smut, oral, p in v, praise kink, creampie.

Lo’ak was obsessed with you. You were all he ever talked about. He could go on and on about how beautiful you were, and what a good hunter you were. He loved your body. He loved how your waist was small, but your hips were full. He loved the way you spoke, so soft and subtle like an angle.

He also loved how kind you were, almost too kind. He liked that you were a pushover, made it easier for him to get what he wanted out of you. He loved how gullible, and dumb you were too. It made his plan to get you alone, and mate with you that much easier.

“Just look at her, bro.” Lo’ak stood with his back leaning against a nearby tree, gawking over the way you squatted down next to your mother, eating your food.

Neteyam looked in your direction, and then back at Lo’ak with a wide grin.

“Y/n’s hot, I’ll give you that, but do you know how many men in this clan want her? Pick a number ,and get in line.” Neteyam laughs as he takes a bite of his food. Lo’ak rolls his eyes at his brother, before glaring back at you.

“I’m not worried about those other men, she’s already mine. I gotta plan, big bro.” Lo’ak explains as he crosses his arms, smiling at you in the distance.

Lo’aks sudden burst of confidence had Neteyams eyes wide at the comment he just made.

“What kinda plan?” Neteyam asks his brother concerned, side eyeing him. Lo’ak turns to face Neteyam with a sigh before looking around.

“I’m going to trick her into mating with me.” He confesses, barely above a whisper. Neteyam choked on his food at his little brothers response. Lo’ak rolls his eyes again, glaring at his brother.

“What, you don’t think I can do it?” Lo’ak asks as he pushes Neteyams arm back.

“No I don’t think you can do it, aaaanddd I think you’re fucking crazy. Why would you manipulate her like that? You know she’s not the brightest.” Neteyam explains as he takes another bite of his food.

“Exactly, bro! she won’t even know what hit her. She’ll be mine, soon.” Lo’ak says looking back at you, as you enjoy dinner with your family.

Neteyam found his brothers plan stupid, but funny. Knowing that it wouldn’t work, he smiles and challenges Lo’ak.

“Why soon?…why not now?” Neteyam grins down at his plate as he waited for his brothers response. Lo’aks head snaps back towards Neteyam.

“You really don’t think I can get her , do you?” Lo’ak asked as he crossed his arms.

“No, no I don’t.” Neteyam confesses as he laughs in his little brothers face. Lo’ak grows angry, but accepts the challenge. He watched you get up for another plate, and took his opportunity.

“Watch my next move, dumbass!” He says to Neteyam before swiftly walking over to you.

You were getting another plate of food when you noticed the youngest son of Toruk Makto walking over to you. You had to admit that you had a tiny crush on him, but you two weren’t that close. So it caught you off guard when he stopped in-front of you. You look up to him with a big smile.

“hi, lo’ak!!” you shout as you wave at him. He smiles back and waves before taking your hand in his. The act made your heart skip a beat.

“Wassup, y/n! Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something….in private.” He whispers the last part in your ear, making your breathing hitch. You look up at him confused, tilting your head.

“Well what is it?” You ask with a big grin plastered across your face. He looks around confused, and then back at you with a sarcastic smile.

“Sweetheart, I said in private.” He lets out a nervous chuckle. You look at him confused again.

Is she really this fucking dumb? He thought

“Baby, that means ALONE.” He nods at you sarcastically.

“OOOHHHH, hahaha. Ok, Lo’ak!” You look at him with a bright smile, as you sway back and forth, tail swinging, from excitement. He shook his head as he wrapped his arm around your neck, walking away with you.

You two make it to the middle of the dark forest. he stops and turns to you, backing up to admire you under the moonlight. He bit his lip, crossing his arms.

You stand in-front of him, smiling up at him, not knowing what was next to come.

“God, you sure are pretty…” he says seductively as he tilts his head, undressing you with his eyes. You gasp at his comment, and smile again, holding your chest.

“Awee Thank you, Lo’ak! Everyone tells me that I’m lucky I’m pretty.” You say with your hands behind your back, as you sway back and forth, staring up at him with innocent eyes.

“Mhmm” he says not even listening to anything you’re saying. He was just looking you up and down with his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You’re pretty too! I kinda have a crush on you, ya know.” You confess while grinning at the ground just thinking about him, as if he wasn’t right in-front of you.

“That’s good to know, baby….Come closer, i wanna see something.” he signals for you to come closer, licking his lips. You chuckle before walking closer to him.

“Soooo, what did you want to talk to me about?” You ask, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes, almost making him lose it. He grabs your hands in his, and smiles at you.

“Y/n, are you a virgin?” He asks before playing in your long braids. you look at him confused, not knowing what that meant.

“A virgin??? What is that?” You ask pouting up at him, before sending him a soft grin. He bit his lip at the way you looked at him, it was sending him over the edge. He placed his hand on your chin, pulling you in closer.

“Have you mated with anyone?” He asks as he looks into your eyes, smiling at you.

“Ohhhh, no, not yet! My mother says that I should wait until I learn more about it.” You smile up at him, titling your head. He chuckled at your response before reaching around to caress your back.

“I could teach you ,if you want to learn more about it.” He nods for confirmation, as his hand slowly slid down your back, nearly touching the top of your ass. You eyes lit up at his response. You palmed his huge arm that was wrapped around you.

“No way! Really?” You smile in excitement, as your tail wagged faster than last time.

“Yeah, of-course! I have time right now if you wanted to start!” He sarcastically matched your tone, as he nodded at you with wide eyes. You laugh at his response, and hit his chest playfully.

“So where should we start ?” You look around the forest and then back up at him. He backs up a little bit, tilting his head at you. He puts his hand over his chin, pretending to think.

“Let’s start with a blowjob” he nods, walking closer to you again. You look at him with that stupid confused look again. He stops you before you even ask.

“Just get on your knees, in-front of me.” He nods with a sarcastic grin. You do what he says with a smile, breaking your neck to look back up at him from the new position.

“Now what?” You sit down on your knees, as you smile up at him. He smiles down at you, gripping the back of your head.

“Ok! So first you’re going to untie my loincloth.”he nods at you, rubbing the back at your head. You oblige with a wide grin. You untie it, and to your surprise, his huge cock springs out and hits his chest. Your jaw dropped as you admired it, in all its glory.

“Wooaaahh” you say in a trance-like state, as you bite your lip. He smirks at your reaction.

“Now grab it, and put it in your mouth…..then start sucking, ok pretty girl?” He stares down at your excited face. You look up at him and nod before following instructions. He threw his head back at the feeling of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. You start to bob your head up and down on him, causing him to grunt loudly. You jumped at the sound he made, and pulled away from him.

“am I doing something wrong?” You asked pouting up at him. He chuckles before grabbing the back of your head again.

“No you were doing well! When something feels good, you express that emotion through a moan. You get it baby?” He asks, making you nod in agreement.

“Now keep going.” You smiled before going back to work on him. He gently grabs your head, guiding you where he wants you. You started twirling your tongue around the head of his cock, making him moan loudly. He looked down at you with his jaw dropped, surprised that you knew what to do.

“Fuck! You’re way to good at this!” He panted as he grabbed your hair, giving him leverage to thrust is cock in and out of your mouth. You stop sucking, and open your mouth wide enough to welcome his thrusts. He started tickling the back of your throat with his tip, causing you to gag on him. This, in turn, sent an overwhelming amount of pleasure to his entire body. He throws his head to the sky, with his eye shut.

“You’re doing soooo good, y/n! You’re gonna make me cum in this pretty little mouth of yours.” He grunts as he looks back down at you, pulling out of your mouth briefly, causing you to gasp loudly.

“What does that mean?” You ask between heavy breaths, looking up at him with lidded eyes. He smirks before plunging his cock back down your throat, causing you to groan at the feeling.

“You’re about to see, right now, don’t worry.” He says as he thrusts into your mouth, fast and hard. Tears start to fall down your cheeks, as your eyes roll back. You moan on his cock, sending him over the edge.

“Oh shitttt!!!” He moaned loudly, while he filled your mouth with his cum. Your eyes widen from the feeling, and you try to pull away from him.

“No no no, stay right here, you gotta swallow it, ok?” He tightens his grip on your hair, thrusting into your mouth slowly, riding out his high.

He pulls out of your mouth slowly, signaling for you to open your mouth, you show him your tongue for confirmation that you swallowed.

“Such a good girl, y/n…” he smiles while rubbing your head. You smile up at him, wiping the access cum from the corners of your mouth, licking it off your fingers. You look up at him, wiping your tears away.

“so what’s next??” You ask, placing your hands on your thighs, leaning into his cock to kiss it. He looked down, biting his lip at the feeling. He palmed his cock, jerking it as he tilted his head at you.

“Mmm now, I need you to stand up.” He gestured for you to stand to your feet. You obliged, and looked up at him with those innocent eyes of yours.

“Take this off, baby….” he commands, pulls at your loincloth. You chuckle a little, quickly untying your loincloth, letting it drop to the ground beneath you. You look back up at him, biting your lip. You step closer to him, and smirk up at him.

“Now what?” You ask innocently. He looks at your dripping cunt, and then back up at you through his eyebrows.

“Turn around.” He commands through a clenched jaw. You giggle, and do what he said to. He sent a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp, and grab where he smacked you.

“Ouchhh!” You turn your head to him, pouting. He smirks and pulls you closer to him, ass on his pelvis.

“Bend over, touch your toes.” He commanded, pushing your back down. You spread your legs apart slightly before bending down in front of him. You grab your feet, causing your ass to brush against his cock. All you could see from your view was his legs behind yours.

“Ok!! Now what?” You ask as he wraps your tail around his arm. Plunging his entire cock inside you. You moan out in pleasure as he fills you up.

“This…this is now what.” He says as he starts moving slowly, watching his cock slide in and out of you with ease. He starts to speed up the pace causing you to cry out. You reach back to grab his arm, and he grabs yours as well.

“You are so fucking good at this!” He moans with his mouth agape , thrusting in and out of you fast and deep. You feel tears threatening to leave your eyes at the immense amount of pleasure he was sending your way.

“Lo’aaak, you feel so good.” You whine, biting your lip at the sensation.

“I know, baby! You feel amazing too.” He confesses as he pulls you up by your hair. He wraps his arm around your slim waist, and starts rutting into you like an animal. You try pulling out of his strong hold, as you felt a knot in your stomach.

“No, no, don’t run. Let me make you feel good.” He growls as he snuggles in the crook of you neck. His words, along with the rhythmic thrust makes your jaw drop, eyes rolling all the way to the back of your head, as you whine in his arms.

“Ughhh LO’AK!!! So- something’s happening to meeee!!!” You cry, hanging your head down as he fucks you silly. You clench around him, causing him to shut his eyes tightly, groaning at the feeling.

“Yeah something’s happening to me too.” he confesses sarcastically, as he throws his head back in absolute bliss.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. I want you to let go with me, ok?” He says through heavy breaths as his thrust start to become sloppy and irregular.

“YESSSS!!!” You scream, as he grabs your neck from behind. He tries to hold on a little longer, but he was about to blow.

“Fuck, NOW!” He commands and just like clockwork, you start shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling back again, as he sends you a couple more deep thrusts before his high approached him. His eyes rolled back, as he moaned out loudly in your ear.

He thrusts into you softly, not letting a drop escape. He finally pulled out of you, still holding your waist. He bends down to your ear, and kisses it.

“How’d I do?” You ask, out of breath, looking back at him. He chuckles grabbing your neck again.

“You did so fucking good, I’m proud of you, baby.” He said through gritted teeth, as he shook your neck with every word he said. He spins you around to face him. He leans down to kiss you passionately, grabbing your neck again.

“You know you’re mine now…right?”

Umm, this might be my favorite story I’ve ever written…I’m low key obsessed. Y’all told me to make her dumb, so I made her a fucking idiot. You’re welcome😮‍💨🫶🏽 goodnight, love y’all!!!❤️

Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[soapsilly]

Bad Memories - Roronoa Zoro Imagine

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Spoilers for One Piece (?)

Summary: (Y/N), a black market dealer, begrudgingly joins the Straw Hats after having to admit to herself that a strong crew would help her reach her goal faster. However, being on a ship with the pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro brings back some old memories she'd rather not be reminded of.

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"Oooooh, what is this?", Luffy reached out to the mysterious object that was displayed on one of the countless shelfs.

"If you touch it, you buy it", (Y/N) spoke up from where she was leaned over the counter, trying to figure out what it was the cyborg wanted from her.

Franky needed a very specific tool to modify parts of the Sunny. A tool he didn't have and didn't necessarily could get easily as it was classified as marine technology.

"That's a very unusualy request you got there", she furrowed her brows.

Nami knew what that meant - when vendors said something along those lines what they usually meant was 'that's gonna be price-y', but the red-head prided herself in being a pro in haggling down any price however high it may be.

"Listen, I know what that means. I also know that that's bullshit. So you better make us a good price because we're going to get that piece one way or another", the navigator tapped her finger against the counter top.

"Oh, that's not what I meant", the dealer shrugged, "I literally meant nobody ever asks me for those things. Most people don't even know they exist. I'm not trying to get rich here, however, I will get a reasonable price for it or you can go and find the tools you need somewhere else"

While the two were talking finance, Franky was already tinkering around with the newly attained pieces and Luffy was doing god knows what.

"Is that a Devil Fruit??", Luffy's voice reached them from somewhere out of the depths of the storage room.

"Yes, do you want it? I'll make you a good price", the dealer yelled back.

Within seconds the Rubberman was at their sides again.

"YES! Nami, please can we? Usopp would love that! Or Chopper!"

"Chopper already has a devil fruit power!", the red-head yelled back.

"Oh. Right. Then for Usopp!"

While the two of them startet arguing about whether or not they'd need another 'idiot' with devil fruit powers on the team a tall blonde guy almost kicked in the door to (Y/N)'s storage.

"We need to leave! The stupid marimo started a fight in the city and now a bunch of marines are here-", it seemed like the man wanted to say some more but stopped talking once he saw the woman behind the counter, "Oh, beautiful lady! Mon Amour! My name is Sanji and I'm-"

"Wait let me get this right... some dumbass from your crew starts a fight with the marines and the first thing you do IS RUN BACK TO MY WAREHOUSE?!", the dealer was furious, "You need to leave. Now!"

(Y/N) started to frantically pack together the most important things, so that once the marines should really try to barrel down her front door, she'd be set to make a swift exit out the back.

"Just come with us!", the Straw Hat exclaimed happily, "you have so much great stuff here! Having someone on the crew who can find all those things would be so cool"

"No", her voice was icy, "I've known you for thirty minutes and you already put my livelyhood at risk. I think I'll pass" - that there was a whole nother reason the dealer didn't want to join the notorious pirate crew, she decided to keep to herself.

From outside the voices and footsteps from what (Y/N) could only imagine were dozens and dozens of marines grew louder.

"We need to leave", Nami commanded, "Sanji take her stuff"

"Of course, Nami-swan~", the blonde did as he was told and grabbed the huge sack filled with all kinds of things from the dealers hands. Not a minute too late as there there was a loud knocking that disrupted the womans attempts of resistance.

The Straw Hat as well as the Cyborg already adopted their fighting stance when the navigator held them back yet again. (Y/N) asked herself, who it actually was that was in charge here, but she didn't mind as she wasn't particularly eager to have a battle with god knows how many marines in a confined space.

"Is there another way out?", she turned to (Y/N).

"Follow me"

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Once outside all they had to do was to leave the place without making a fuss - a task seemingly unmanagable for Monkey D. Luffy. They weren't even 30 feet away from the warehouse when Luffy's loud voice could be heard all over the place.

"Oi, those aren't even that many. We could've taken them!" - followed by the even louder 'clunk' that Nami's fist made when it made impact with his skull.

"Shut up and just run!", she yelled at him. And they did. Every now and then a low ranking marine officer would catch up with them but either Franky or Luffy or even sometimes (Y/N) herself would take care of that. It was when one of the captains came dangerously close to them that they had to worry.

When (Y/N) started to notice the blonde guy fall behind, struggling with carrying her belongings and fighting off the marines at the same time, she realized that those things needed to go.

"Hey! Drop the sack! It's slowing you down", she yelled over at him.

"No, no! It's fine!", he yelled back, "I only fight with my legs anyways! Your belongings are safe with me"

"Doesn't matter. Drop it. It's not worth the risk", she insisted.

"Are you sure?", Nami sounded shocked, "I saw what you had in the shop. That stuff is worth a fortune! Sanji, don't you dare!"

"I don't care!", the dealer yelled back, "I'll get new stuff. If it makes you happy, you can keep whatever you can carry. Drop. The. Sack!"

For a moment the tall man hesitated but then did as he was told. As soon as he dropped the added weight, he immediately spun into a roundhouse kick, hitting an approaching opponent directly in the head to give the group time to bring some space between them and their followers. When (Y/N) stopped abruptly and started running back to where her things were scattered around Nami was almost sure the other woman had come to her senses but (Y/N) went straight past the incredibly expensive looking jewelry, the intricate tools and even the devil fruit, that Luffy was begging Nami for. Instead she was frantically sorting through the depth of the now half-empty sack.

"What are you doing?", Nami screamed at her, "whatever you're looking for you better find it quick!"

The marines were quickly catching up but (Y/N) still hasn't found what she was looking for.

"Hah! Found it", she yelled but as she was getting up she came face to face with the vice-admiral. However, she didn't even have the time to react or make a game plan as a fist whizzed past her, sending the marine flying. As soon as the fist appeared, it disappeared again. (Y/N) had heard about the Straw Hat Luffy's rubber abilities but she never would've guessed that they'd save her ass one day. She didn't allowe herself the time to dwell on it as she was sure that this punch would merely slow the captain down.

When they finally reached the ship the rest of the crew was already waiting for their mates. As soon as everybody had boarded the Thousand Sunny, as (Y/N) had found out the ship was called, the cyborg used a maneuver called coup de burst, which catapulted them to safety.

Once everything settled down, it was time for the crew to introduce themselves.

"Oi, everybody! This is...", Luffy trailed off once he realized that he had no idea what the girl's name was.

"Oh um.. it's (Y/N)"

"Guys, this is (Y/N) and she's going to join our crew"

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, "I'm not! You saved me back there and I'm thankful but you're also the reason I was in that situation to begin with. So I think it evens out. Just drop me off on the next island or... just... anywhere is fine...", she grew quiet towards the end.

"What? No! Our crew is great I promise! We'll find the One Piece and I'll be pirate king!"

"I don't care", she really didn't want to be there.

But Luffy wasn't know for his ability to take no for an answer. And so he kept throwing new points and arguments at her to make her change her mind. She didn't know what it was that did the trick in the end. Was it his determination? Or the things she's read and heard about the crew? The things they already accomplished? She simply didn't know. What she did know, however, was that reaching her goal would become much easier with some powerful allies by her side.

"Great", Luffy sounded happy, "so let me introduce you to everybody. You already know Nami. She's our navigator. That cool cyborg is Franky. He's our shipwright. This", he pointed towards the tall guy, that Nami had called Sanji before, "is Sanji. He makes the best food you've ever eaten"

"What's your favourite meal (Y/N)-san? I'll cook it especially for you tonight - to celebrate you joining us. Another beautiful lady on the ship ~"

(Y/N) was a little unsure how to react to the cook's advances but sent him a polite smile regardless.

"Don't worry, he's always like this. You'll get used to it", Nami assured her, "and if you're smart, you'll even figure out how to use it to your advantage", she sent the other woman a wink.

The black market dealer didn't get to answer though as Luffy continued. (Y/N) largely drowned out the words - like the ship's doctor insulting their captain for calling him a good one or the sceleton man asking her for the colour of her panties. She'd get to know them soon enough anyways.

"So and that's - "

"The pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro", (Y/N) finished for the Straw Hat.

"Oh, you already know each other?", Nami raised an eyebrow.

"Your reputation precedes you", the woman answered almost... bitterly?

"Oooh looks like somebody has a fan", the long nosed guy - Usopp - started teasing the swordsman.

"I wouldn't say that", (Y/N) mumbled as she left the crew standing.

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"Hey, (Y/N)! Can I talk to you for a sec?", Nami walked up to (Y/N), who, at the moment, was sitting down near the railing watching the water.

The girl raised her brows to show the red-head she was listening, but remained silent for the time being.

"You know today, when you ran back for your stuff, I really thought you finally came back to your senses but you didn't go for all the valuables... why? All you saved was this... book?"

The other woman just shrugged, "I got what I wanted"

"At first I wasn't sure what it was, you were looking for but then I talked to Sanji and he told me he's seen that kind of book before. A devil fruit encyclopedia... Why is it so important to you that you couldn't leave it?"

"Listen, Nami. I'm sorry I put you all in danger but I needed that book"

And with that the black market dealer left the navigator standing.

"She's even worse than Robin", the red-head mumbled to herself.

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It's been a few weeks since (Y/N) joined the Straw Hats and for the most parts it's been uneventful. For the first week or so she preferred to keep to herself but it was Sanji especially that wouldn't accept no for an answer whenever he told her to come eat dinner with the crew. But even then she made sure to always sit at the far end of the table to bring the most distance between herself and him.

She hadn't spoken a single word to the swordsman since setting foot on the ship and she was thankful that he didn't seem to care about trying to either.

"Don't mind the stupid Marimo. He's a brute. He wouldn't even know how to talk to such a beautiful flower as yourself ~", Sanji would regularly tell her but she'd just send him a tight smile and change the topic.

At the moment, she was sitting on deck tinkering around with Franky. She wasn't the best at crafting but she knew the tools so playing his assistent wasn't the worst past-time.

"I'm glad we got that tool before the marines stormed your warehouse", the cyborg told her, "I'm gonna build us some suuuuper cool stuff with it"

(Y/N) was just about to hand him another wrench when Zoro passed them on his way to the crows nest. During her time there she noticed that the lookout kind of was his personal training space. Of course, everybody was welcome to use it but nobody spent as much time there as the pirate hunter so she made a mental note to always stay clear of it. Her eyes lingered on the taller man's back as he passed them.

"(Y/N)!", Franky's voice pulled her back to reality and she had to pull herself together to not drop the wrench she was holding. This couldn't keep going like that. If she got distracted during a fight things might end up ugly - she knew that much.

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"Come with me?", he held out his hand to her knowing exactly that his question was only a formality. There wasn't a chance in the world that (Y/N) would ever let him leave without her - or quite frankly the other way around.

"You're insanse", she laughed but grabbed his hand without hesitation. They've known each other since they were only children - it was never a question of if but rather of when they'd finally get together.

"But you know you love me", he grinned at her, pulling her into his chest for a playful kiss.

She woke up and for a moment she felt at peace with the world, wanting to turn around snuggling into her pillow again. The rhythmic sound of breathing in the room calming her into a state of betweent sleep and being awake. But then she remembered... These breathing sounds weren't his. In fact, it was all just a dream.

Confronted with the harshness of reality she didn't feel like sleeping anymore, afraid of yet another dream that would give her a false sense of familiarity. Instead she slipped into a cardigan and decided to get some fresh air.

Once outside on deck, she took a deep breath. She enjoyed how cold the air was in those morning hours. The sun was just starting to rise - not even enough to paint the sky in these pink and orange tones she found so pretty.

"Couldn't sleep again?", the gruff voice made her jump. It was the first time that Zoro had spoken to her since she joined the crew but that didn't mean she wasn't familiar with his voice. It was almost involuntarily that her ears almost instantly perked up and her heart started racing whenever he started speaking around her. He triggered her fight, flight, freeze instinct and to her demise it was always freeze.

"Had a bad night", her voice was coarse.

"Seems to happen often"

She furrowed her brows. What was his deal? As if he could read her mind, Zoro continued.

"Out of the last five weeks, I was on night watch twelve times. And you were awake for at least ten of those times. And those were only the times I noticed"

"I-", she swallowed, "Being on a ship again just brings back some memories I haven't thought about in a long time..."

She didn't know why she told Zoro of all people but she couldn't take it back now anymore anyways...

"You've been to sea before?"

She let out a dry, humorless laugh.

'I don't want to talk about it. At least not with you', she thought to herself.

What she said instead was, "My fiance was a captain - My captain to be specific"

Zoro raised his brows, "You were engaged?"

The memory was bittersweet. She smiled sadly. The swordfighter noticed how pretty she was eventhough her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"We were young", she shrugged.

"So it ended badly I take it?", there wasn't a hint of empathy in his voice. What did she expect? Getting involved with your captain rarely ends well.

"Let's talk about something else...", she knew Zoro's mind probably immediately went to heartbreak but if she had the chance, she'd do it all over again as long as he was with her.

"You've been avoiding me", he stated, "why?"

Zoro wasn't a fan of beating around the bush. Of course he had noticed that the girl went out of her way to never having to interact with him in any way. He didn't sweat it though. He wasn't desperate for a new friend. If there was a new team mate, so be it. Didn't mean they had to like each other. What he was curious about, however, was why she seemed to apprehensive about getting to know him.

"I guess I just didn't want to risk starting to like you", she shook her head knowing how ridiculous that sounded.

Zoro furrowed his brows. From all the possible answers he could've gotten, this wasn't one he'd have expected. He was almost a little offended now.

"You didn't seem to mind getting to know the others"

"That's different", she sighed. He noticed how exhausted she looked.

"You knew me when you first joined the crew", he continued.

"Doesn't the whole world know you by now? The Straw Hats are notorious"

He didn't take this for an answer.

"You know as good as me that this is something entirely different. What I don't know, however, is what I did to you"

"Of course, you don't", she laughed bitterly. She knew that she wasn't fair to him. She didn't expect him to remember but she couldn't help it. Zoro blinked a few times, trying to figure out what it was the girl was talking about.

She sighed, "Do you ever have any regrets about being a bounty hunter in the past?"

He had never thought about that but he slowly shook his head after thinking about her words for a few seconds. He still wasn't sure what she was on about but he wanted to understand.

"I don't believe in regret", he answered. There wasn't anything he could do about his past. Back then he never would've thought that he'd ever become a pirate himself after making a name for himself as the pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro but what happened happend. He tried not to rack his brains over it.

"Well, I do", she mused.

"(Y/N)", he wanted to tell her to just tell him what's going on but hesitated once he saw how she tensed up when her name left his lips. He almost felt bad for her, she looked so helpless. It wasn't like him to feel like that but something felt different about this situation.

"Nomi Malik", she sighed, "I don't suppose the name rings a bell..."

At first, Zoro wasn't sure who she was talking about. She could see his eyes moving trying to remember but then his brows creased just the tiniest bit. He did remember. Nomi Malik was one of the last pirates he caught before becoming one himself.

"Yes, I remember. Devil Fruit User... not very strong though. What about him?"

His words stung. They were true, of course they were. And then again they weren't. Malik wasn't weak. He had a hefty bounty on his head - otherwise Zoro wouldn't have wasted his time on him and his crew but the swordsman was extremely skilled - even before he became one of the Straw Hat Pirates. She didn't blame him stating the obvious though. When she visibly struggled to find the right words, he continued.

"Did you know him?"

'That's an understatement', she thought to herself.

Instead, she just nodded. He stayed quiet waiting for her to continue. He noticed the sun was starting to rise, casting a golden hue upon her features.

"We grew up together", she turned to look towards the horizon, "I can't remember a time when he wasn't there... well, except for now, of course..." - she got quiet upon the realization - "when he asked me to join him, it wasn't even a question"

Zoro raised his brows. He knew he didn't remember every single person he ever hunted down but he was sure that (Y/N) was never one of them.

"If you were part of his crew...", he tried to vocalize his thoughts.

"Then why didn't you catch me along with the rest of his crew?", she finished his question for him, "well, I hadn't had a bounty back then. I was completely irrelevant to you"

"So, where's he now? Impel Down? You know Luffy broke half of the inmates out a few years ago... He could be out there somewhere...", Zoro shrugged. What had happened to her was unfortunate but he just did what he had to do to survive. To say he felt bad would be a lie.

The girl opposite of him slowly shook her head though, "Wanted dead or alive...". She emphazised the word to show him that the marine truly didn't care. Either option was fine with them as long as there was a pirate less roaming the sea.

The swordsman was taken aback. What reason would the marines have to do this? They had imprisoned pirated way more powerful than Nomi's crew.

"No, that-"

"I was there", she cut him off, "I followed you when you handed them over. Right outside the marine base"

The smile returned on her face as she stared off somewhere into the distance.

"You were incredibly skilled even back then... of course there's no comparison to now... after your training with Mihawk, I mean"

Zoro knew he was good but the praise didn't feel as great as he was used to. At the moment, the only thing he felt was a weight upon his chest. He never felt remorse for his enemies but he was also never confronted with their surviving loved ones before. Most people thought of Zoro as cruel, heartless, a brute but that wasn't necessarily true. There were people he cared about - he just didn't show it. Besides, he knew how it felt like to lose someone.

"What happened?", he asked her, still not sure how thinks could've escalated.

"Malik was a lot like Luffy in a sense. Adventurous, fun-loving, great leader - stubborn though. There was no way he'd let himself and his crew get captured without a fight. He became a pirate for freedom. To see the world. He couldn't have that behind bars. I don't think he seriously thought he'd stand a chance. It was just his- I mean our crew against the whole base"

She made her way over the battlefield towards her lover. Slow. Too slow for her liking. For every yard she made she had to fight off two or three marines. Granted, most of them were only low ranking officers but there were too many for her liking. But for a moment things looked like they were turning in their favour - or at least favourable enough. Starting a fight was smart. If they played their chances right they could flee in the commotion.

From across the battlefield (Y/N)'s and Malik's eyes met. He sent her a darin wink looking as handsome as ever. She couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. Only her daredevil of a boyfriend could make this high stress situation somewhat romantic. 'I love you', he mouthed over to her but she didn't get the chance to answer anymore as a new wave of marines stormed the plaza in front of the base.

As more and more marines flooded the place it became harder and harder for (Y/N) and her crew to hold out against their attacks. When the first one of their crewmate's bodies hit the ground (Y/N) knew there would be no fleeing. She loved how loyal her lover was. Loyal to her and to his crew. But this also meant that this fight would have to end - one way or another.

The blood was rushing in her ears as (Y/N) witnessed more and more of her crewmates being critcally hit. Her friends. People she grew up with. Good people. She stood still for a moment. She saw Malik's first mate lying on the ground a few feet ahead of her. She and him used to play cards together. It was him who taught her the rules of the game and it was her who showed him how to cheat people out of their money by bending even those rules. Next to her their navigator crashed to the floor. (Y/N) knew him since she was a little girl. He always knew the best routes and alleys to get away from the vendors that would chase after them when they yet again decided to steal candies and little toys from them. Nobody knew their little village as good as him. She felt helpless - lightheaded almost - but she didn't have the luxury of taking the time to mourn her friends as she had to focus on getting ahead. Closer towards were Malik was fighting against a vice-admiral at the moment.

Her captain was a devil fruit user but his powers didn't seem to have any effect on the vice-admiral. (Y/N) knew this could mean one thing only - this guy's Haki was way stronger than Malik's. She knew she needed to get to them. She was aware that she couldn't be of much help, even without his devil fruit powers Malik was much stronger than her but whatever they did, they did it together.

She was still busy fighting several marines when a loud slashing sound followed by a muffled scream cut through the air. (Y/N)'s head whipped around just in time to see Malik's body hit the floor as well now. After the vice-admiral made sure the other male wasn't in any shape to get up and continue the fight, he just left him there to bleed out and die.

The ringing sound in (Y/N)'s ears was back and everything seemed as if it were in slow motion. As fast as her legs would carry her she hurried towards were her lover was lying in the dirt - the fight forgotten. A patch of his own blood staining his clothes growing bigger and bigger by the minute.

"Malik!", she screamed his name, tears already forming in her eyes. As she finally reached him, she wasted no time immediately sliding on her knees pressing her hands on the deep wound on his torso.

"It's okay now. I'm here. It's going to be okay", she babbled probably more to soothe herself rather than the dying love of her life beneath her.

"Baby... Ba-baby, listen. You need to leave", eventhough she could see in how much pain he was, the man - her captain - still send her a reassuring smile. His teeth and lips were already coloured red from his own blood but he still looked so incredibly handsome to her. He was still her Malik.

"What? No! Why would I do that? I'm not leaving you", the tears were now streaming freely down her face.

"You don't have a bounty. They don't even know who you are yet. This is your only chance. Please, I'm begging you. Leave"

How come all of them had to die while (Y/N), who was less strong - less experienced - got to live? It didn't seem fair to her. She shook her head making the tears fall everywhere from the motion. She wouldn't leave. If her whole crew, her captain, the man she loved with all her heart had to die, she'd go with them.

"What are you saying there?", she smiled through the tears, "We're in this together. I'm not leaving. I'm not", she repated the last phrase over and over again. Malik tried to gently interrupt her ramble but she wouldn't have it. It was almost like she didn't even hear him. It was only when he finally raised his voice that she fell silent and really listened to what he was saying.

"I don't have much time left, so listen to me now. I'm still your captain so you gotta do what I tell you", he tried to sound serious but failed knowing that their relationship has always been grounds for teasing within the whole crew and even among themselves. Even now, whilst being in pain and bleeding out, he never lost his happy spirit she fell in love with. She was reminded of the reality of the situation when his happy laugh soon turned into a hurtful cough, "I love you. I've loved you forever. And I always will. I'm sorry I never got to make you my wife. I'm sorry for being too stubborn. I'm sorry for everything"

There's so much she wanted to tell him. That there was nothing to be sorry about. That she'd do it all again. That she loved him more than anything. But all she could do was sob and put pressure on his wound to try and slow down the bleeding.

"Please. You need to leave now. I'll be fine - it's like going to sleep. It's easy. But- but I need you to be fine as well", he nodded up at her as she felt his hands on top of hers moving them away, releasing the pressure she was putting on the lethal wound on his torso. As soon as her hands left their place the blood started gushing and spilling over his body, making the pool of blood he was lying in rapidly increase in size. She cupped his face with one of her hands, stroking through his hair with the other, staining both in the process. Still crying she leaned down and pressed one last kiss on his lips that were already starting to become cold from the blood loss. The kiss tasted like the blend of her tears and his blood - salty and like iron. For a moment only him and her mattered. She knew those were the last moments that she'd ever have with her lover and she cherished every second of it.

A loud crash pulled her back to reality. The fight was lost and she knew she needed to get away. She took one last look at the love of her life before standing up and leaving him there - along with a piece of herself.

"I really miss him...", her voice grew thick and she swallowed to pull herself together. She wasn't the same since that day. She struggled with those memories. In fact, she didn't know which ones were worse - the happy memories from her dream or rather those painful ones. (Y/N) avoided thinking about it too much - she was plagued by guilt ever since she got to live while others had to die, "I had to leave the bodies there... They - the marine I mean - they didn't even bury them properly. They were just all thrown in some kind of unmarked mass grave or something... like... like a bunch of dogs"

Zoro didn't know what to say. The way the girl sat before him, he could tell how painful this all was to her and he felt bad that he was the reason for it. Contrary to popular belief, Zoro wasn't as clueless as most people thought. Most of the time he simply didn't care to pay enough attention but right now he had listened to every single word that left her lips and yet had still no idea what to say. He was truly lost for words.

"I'm... sorry", as soon as Zoro spoke the words he realized how foolish they sounded. Almost as if to apologize for eating the last desert or borrowing something without asking beforehand - not for indirectly being responsible for the death of a loved one. He wanted to tell her that he too knows how it feels to lose someone. That he never meant for that to happen but instead he just remained silent.

She sighed and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the palms of her hands.

"I have no ill will towards you. You only did what you had to do to survive. It's a dog eat dog world out there. I know this as good as you", she sent him a shaky smile, "You didn't kill him. It was his decision to fight. It's just... seeing you here again. Everyday. It brings back memories. I see you and I think of him. I can't help it. I know it's not fair to you but that's the only way I know how to cope at the moment", she shrugged like it wasn't that big of a deal but her inability to hold his gaze for even a second showed how she truly felt.

The morning sun was now fully out and slowly the other Straw Hats started to fill the deck - starting with Sanji, who was usually the first to get up everyday to prepare breakfast for the whole crew. (Y/N) decided to join him like most days. She was awake anyways so preparing breakfast with Sanji became like her little morning ritual. She sent Zoro a small smile before she left him sitting there alone with his thoughts.

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Zoro didn't show up for breakfast that day. (Y/N) was thankful for it. That morning was emotionally draining for her but there was also something else... It was the first time she's ever spoken about what had happened back then and apart from the vulnerability it felt good to properly allow herself to think of her old friends and her former lover again. She did allow herself to mourn them right after it happened but the guilt was overwhelming and most of the time she wished for herself to be dead as well. To combat those feelings she abandoned the memories of her old crew altogether - the hurtful ones as well as the happy ones - until she didn't think about them at all anymore. Of course, she never forgot them. She still had a goal to reach, but she just didn't allow herself to indulge in those memories anymore in fear of the emptiness inside of her returning. Today, was different though. Talking to Zoro about everything, re-living the situation hurt, but now that she was sitting in the dining area sorrounded by her new crew - that familiar hopelessness never came.

"Oi, where's Zoro?", Luffy spoke through a mouth-full of food.

"It was his turn with night watch duty tonight. He's probably catching up on sleep", Dr. Chopper explained. He was right. It wasn't unusual for the night guards to be absent during breakfast in the morning - especially for Zoro, who took any opportunity he could to squeeze in a good nap whenever he got the chance - but Sanji would usually make sure that whoever's turn it was would eat first and then go to bed.

"Fine by me", the captain laughed happily as he grabbed another stack of food from across the table, "that mean I get to eat Zoro's portion then"

(Y/N) silently agreed with the Straw Hat, not minding the swordfighter's absence at all. It was Sanji that wasn't having any of it though.

"Who does he think he is? (Y/N)-san and I spent all this time preparing this food. Cooking, frying, baking... And this stupid marimo doesn't even show up? Doesn't he know wasting food is a cardinal sin in my kitchen?"

"Oi, Sanji calm down. I don't think any food is going to wast", (Y/N) motioned to Luffy, who grabbed yet another set of plates, shoving everything in his mouth at once, "besides, we've all skipped breakfast before..."

Her words had the desired effect and the cook did indeed shut up about Zoro, so that she could finally enjoy the rest of her food in peace without having to worry about the moss head.

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After breakfast (Y/N) decided to spend some time with the others, doing chores, training and generally enjoying the day. The sun was out and Nami decided this was the perfect weather to sunbathe a little. And so (Y/N) found herself along with Nami and Robin, who preffered to read under a parasol, on deck soaking up the sun whilst being served and taken care off by Sanji. (Y/N) could've done without the overbearing cook bringing them iced tea and little snacks every few minutes but Nami insisted that he enjoyed being of service so they should just lean back and enjoy - which she eventually did.

It was only when Zoro did not show up for dinner either that she realized that (Y/N) hadn't seen the swordsman at all that day after their talk in the wee hours of the morning. For a moment she pondered if she should fix him a plate and bring it up to the crows nest, so that he didn't have to go hungry but then quickly decided against it. If he didn't want to see her, she wouldn't want to make him uncomfortable by forcing herself on him. 'He'll surely wander into the kitchen after dinner is finished and fetch himself some leftovers', she thought to herself, 'And tomorrow everything will be back to normal'

But the next morning Zoro still didn't show up for breakfast. Or dinner. Or the breakfast the morning after.

"Hey, Usopp... who's turn was it to keep night watch ?", she furrowed her brows. Did the swordfighter switch with Nami again in exchange for some extra allowance so that he could buy more booze during their next errand run? It was a win-win situation for the both of them. Nami got to have her 'much needed beauty-sleep' whilst Zoro could earn some money on the side. He usually slept during guard duty anyways, relying on his instincts to kick in should something or rather someone try to start shit. She halted for a second, when did she get to know him that well?

"Uh? Franky's I think, why?", the long-nosed sniper answered her but was quickly dimissed by a hand gesture from the black market dealer. This was weird... Was he mad at her now?

Ever since that morning with Zoro, she slept well - great actually. Granted, it was a dreamless sleep but she preferred it like this at that moment in time. When she awoke in the morning, she realized that she had slept in. A little disgruntled about nobody waking her for breakfast she made her way into the dining area.

She didn't expect to find the swordsman sitting there. Their talk was now about a week ago and still he had somehow successfully managed to avoid her at all costs. She didn't see him during mealtime. She didn't see him roaming the ship. He didn't even nap at his usual spots, whenever (Y/N) was nearby. (Y/N) didn't know how to feel about it. There definitely was a feeling in her chest and she definitely knew that it wasn't a good feeling but she couldn't quite tell what it was... Was it guilt? Guilt for dumping all her trauma onto him? Annoyance that it was now him that somehow couldn't stand even being in the same space as her? No... it was something else entirely... Whatever it was, she didn't like it. Talking to him - speaking her feelings - she hadn't felt so at peace in ages and she was thankful for the opportunity and now it felt like she created herself another problem.

When she entered the dining area, several heads turned to her, greeting her, teasing her for sleeping in but (Y/N) only had eyes for a certain mosshead at the very head of the table. Her heart involuntarily skipped a beat. She was glad to see him - a thought for which she would've bitten her own tongue a week ago. Maybe she was simply over-thinking and everything could go back to normal now...

Zoro however had other plans as he slowly lowered the cup he was holding, placing it back on the table, getting up in the process.

"Where do you think you're going?", Sanji started but the pirate hunter didn't even stop walking.

" 'M full", he mumbled as he passed the girl that was still standing in the doorway.

"Zoro... you don't-", she tried to reason with him, still in disbelief about what she was seeing but he didn't acknowledge her.

Luffy was already all over Zoro's leftover whilst Sanji was still raging about there being leftovers at all when (Y/N), who hadn't moved an inch, too shocked by what just had happened, finally spoke up - although more to herself, "I'm not hungry"

With that she turned on her heel leaving the Straw Hats sitting there perplexed about what it was they had just witnessed.

"What was that?", Usopp asked no emotion on his face or in his voice.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say relationship troubles", Nami answered not enjoying the thought of not knowing about what was up with those two. Little did she know that neither (Y/N) nor Zoro had any idea themselves. However from then on, neither of them would show up where they expected the other to be present aswell, which - to be fair - on a ship could be anytime or anywhere, so they mostly stuck to themselves. Zoro in the crowsnest and (Y/N) in the aquarium.

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Yet another fight. Why did these damn Straw Hats always have to get themselves into some kind of trouble? (Y/N) had heard about the G-5 marines before. She heard horror stories about the marines of this branch being insane and needlessly cruel, torturing pirates for fun, killing them without reason but (Y/N) didn't dwell on it. She learned years ago to not fear death anymore but even if she did, there wouldn't be much reason for it. The Straw Hats really were as strong as the people in the bars were telling themselves behind their hands whenever they entered the establishment.

She had never seen anybody fight the way Luffy did, using Haki and his devil fruit power almost effortlessly. If she wasn't so preoccupied with the marines she was fighting off, she'd just stand there and watch her captain fight the vice-admiral that the people called Smoker the White Hunter. Neither of them holding back on their attacks.

But it wasn't only Luffy, who was extremely powerful. She quickly realized that every single one of the crew could hold their own in a fight, making her scramble to prover her worth as well. She'd be damned if someone had to rescue her during their first real brawl.

She had to admit seeing Zoro fight, triggered some uneasy feelings she quickly had to abandon to the back of her mind. He was the only one whom she had seen fight before but last time they unfortunately weren't on the same side. Of course, he greatly improved from back then to now - she was glad she didn't have to stand before him on the battlefield. Fighting almost seemed to be fun to him but not in a way that she had seen with Luffy or even Malik. It wasn't a carefree happiness. She heard people talk about the pirate hunter as if he wasn't fully human - part demon even - but she always dismissed these rumours as drunken tavern talk nothing more, nothing less but now (Y/N) knew what it was they were talking about. If it weren't for the semi-friendly competition between him and Sanji, she'd be more concerned but as the two of them were at each others throat whenever they had a free minute, she figured it was normal.

Zoro must've struck down close to double the amount of marines that the rest of the crew had managed to defeat in the same time when he suddenly stopped, his devilish demenour forgotten. (Y/N) forrowed her brows, trying to understand what was going on over there. Who was that woman facing Zoro and why was he not fighting her? She knew Sanji never kicked a lady but (Y/N) has seen Zoro fight women before. So why was he not moving?

As the two of them were in the middle of what seemed to be a heated discussion in which the female captain tried to attack the green-headed fighter to get him to fight her, (Y/N) noticed that Zoro was so busy deflecting her hits that he didn't even noticed two marines wildly starting an attack from behind.

With a few long strides, (Y/N) stood between the pirate hunter and his attackers, striking them down in the process.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You should've seen that coming!", she yelled at him already finding herself in the next one on one fight. It was as if the pirate hunter was snapped out of his daze as he quickly made an exit, leaving the marine captain behind.

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"Hey", he walked up to her where she was sitting gazing at the surface of the water. The sun had already started to set and it was a bit chilly outside, so it was only the two of them on deck of the Sunny. (Y/N) couldn't help but to be reminded of the last time the both of them were alone out there, feeling at peace and strangely familiar with the mosshead.

"I saved your ass out there today", she told him, still not taking her eyes off of the water, "who was she? The marine captain with the glasses I mean"

Zoro hesitated for a moment. He didn't like talking about personal stuff. That was nobody's business anyways but she had opened up to him as well. She trusted him with her trauma, so maybe he should do so as well? Before he could make a decision, the dealer interrupted his thoughts.

"You could've easily taken her. I've watched her - she's good... but now that good", she was now looking at him, Zoro couldn't quite read the look on her face, "Listen, you do you but if we really are a crew I need to know that I can trust you..."

The fighter sighed but ultimately decided to tell (Y/N) all about Kuina, their goal and his promise to her. When he finished it was him that couldn't stand to hold her gaze anymore.

"That's very noble of you - holding on to your promise after all those years, I mean", she sent him a soft smile. Zoro noticed that she didn't seem to have any problems finding the right words. She didn't just stutter out an 'I'm sorry' for lack of a better idea.

The mosshead shrugged. Not even know he knew what to say to properly portray why becoming the strongest was so important to him.

"I understand, you know?", she continued, "I have a goal too. It's not as honourable as yours and it's entirely selfish to be honest but it's the reason I've become a black market dealer and just between the both of us? It's also the only reason I joined you guys", she lowered her voice for the last part eventhough she knew nobody could hear them.

Zoro was still hung up on her calling him honourable. That word was the last thing he would've described himself.

"What is your goal?", his voice was deep, no inflections, but he was genuinely interested.

She laughed to herself embarrassed about her ambitions but then decided to keep talking - albeit without looking at him, "I've never talked about this to anybody... When Malik died I swore to myself I'd find his devil fruit. I've been looking for years. Built up an underground trading network, buying and selling all kinds of useless junk so that I always have the funds to pay for should my vendors some day offer me the right one. No luck so far"

Zoro blinked a few times. He remembered Nomi's devil fruit. Whoever ate the fruit gained the ability to plant visions in their enemies heads gaining an advantage in combat situations but...

"Here in the New World many - if not all - people have Haki. You'd have to be very strong to overcome that", he tried to be gentle with his delivery, not wanting to insult her by implying that she'd be too weak to be a devil fruit user. She turned to fully face him now.

"Oh, I know...", she paused for a moment, seemingly searching for the right words, "it's just - I couldn't stand the thought of anybody else having his fruit. Being on the battlefield and having to fight against something that was such a core component of what made him him"

"So you just want to have it?"

She shrugged, "Don't tell Luffy I said that but I always thought a pirate that can't swim is a little foolish anyways. A recipe for disaster really"

For a moment the two just looked at each other but then the girl broke out in a huge grin. He hadn't seen her smile properly ever since she joined the crew. She was friendly to everybody - sans him of course - but she was never really happy. She tried to stop it by biting her lip but that made it only more charming to him.

"You saved me today", he dead-panned, looking down at her not knowing how to show his grattitude as he wasn't used to being saved. It was usually him that did the saving.

"I did"

"Why? I thought my presence brings back bad memories", his voice was low barely but a whisper.

"That doesn't mean I want you to die, you idiot", she sounded almost offended by his suggestion, "You've been avoiding me", she continued, now wanting some answers for herself.

"I didn't want you to be forced to eat at the same table with me. All those things that happened to you..."

She looked at him with a sad expression on her face placing a hand on his forearm. Usually the swordsman would've pulled his arm away but he just let her, "Zoro, I've told you before I don't blame you for what happened"

"Even if that were true, you said seeing me reminded you of what happened. So I stayed away"

She tried to find the right words to express her feelings. On one hand she felt incredibly guilty that he felt he needed to isolate himself from his crew - his nakama - just so that she would feel better and on the other hand she wanted to yell at him that he was being stupid. That he did too much. But there was also another feeling inside (Y/N)'s chest. Was it thankfulness? He had shown her that her feelings and comfort was in this moment more important to him than his own.

Zoro didn't know what to expect now. Did he do too much? Why was he so bad at interpreting people's emotions?? Much to his surprise the girl leapt into his arms, though, hugging him tightly. At first, he was a little overwhelmed but soon hugged her back.

"Thank you, Zoro", she mumbled into his shoulder, where her face was buried.

"I- Don't mention it...", he decided to tighten his grip around her waist a little, "You said- that you didn't want to risk starting to like me-"

He couldn't even finish what he was trying to say as the woman who was comfortably nestled in his arms wiggled and struggled to free herself from his grip. Why did he say that? He scolded himself. Why would he remind her of her resolution to keep her distance. There were a thousand thoughts rushing through his head - which would've been a lot for any person, but was even more especialy for Zoro, who usually didn't think much about things. But maybe that was the problem, he told himself. At least he had a good poker face...

"Zoro, look at me", she put both her hands on either side of his face to make sure he'd actually look at her, "it's a little late for that... I like you already"

"You- you do?", the mosshead couldn't help but to sound surprised.

"Yep", she popped the 'p', Zoro's eye flickered down to her lips for just the fraction of a second. He hoped that she didn't notice but no such luck.

"I think I've liked you since the first time we talked, I just didn't realize it until you started avoiding me", she leaned in closer, sliding her hands from the sides of his face to the back of his neck. He could feel her breath on his lips now as she voice was barely above a whisper, "Can I kiss you?"

He didn't even answer. Instead he leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers and it didn't take long for (Y/N) to return the kiss. It wasn't hungry or passionate. They didn't make out. It was sweet and it was full of emotions.

"So that's what you two have been doing during mealtime, huh?"

The two of them jumped apart as they heard Usopp's voice.

"And here I was starting to think the two of you disliked each other", Nami added.

(Y/N) and Zoro shared a look trying to gauge how the other wanted to handle this.

"If you only knew..."

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Epilogue

It's been a few weeks since Usopp and Nami caught the two of them on deck. They both decided to let them believe whatever they thought they deduced on the spot. (Y/N) was happy either way. Of course, she would never be able to forget what had happened in front of that marine base a few years back - she didn't even want to forget - but she decided it was time for her to move one. She knew Malik would want that for her. And whenever she wandered the deck in the wee hours of the morning now it was not because she was plaqued by the bad memories, but solely because she decided to keep the green-headed swordfighter company and sit by the water and talk, daydream and watch the sea.

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Soft Zoro brought to you today by greyskyflowers

Yes, hello. I have decided that I will not rest until the world has more soft Zoro.

I'll start with this.

Zoro is not soft.

For the sake of this I'm going to run with the whole tiger vibes Zoro thing.

Tigers are friend shaped. They have the cutest little ears and they're so pretty that I just want to squish their little faces up and call them baby. It's a tragedy that I will not be able to do this. It's also a tragedy that if I ever get a chance to squish a tiger's little face up and call it baby that I will die happy as soon as I try to do so.

I love when I see videos of caretakers for wildlife being reunited with the animals they once helped take care of. Not zoos, the perserves and sanctuaries and stuff like that.

I love it.

But...

Tigers are wild animals. I would not encourage anyone to go up to a tiger, squish it's little face and call it baby. Even those people who have the great relationship with them are alway a misstep away from being a chew toy.

To me, this is Zoro. This is what I want people to get from my stuff about soft Zoro or submissive Zoro or whatever else I spit out on here.

Soft is not weak. Submissive is not weak. Allowing yourself to be weak, is not a weakness.

A tiger is not any less of a tiger because it allows someone it knows and loves to pet it. It will take your fucking arm off if it wants to. It will kill you and then go take a nap.

Zoro is terrifying. He's strong and incredibly talented and he adapts to his environment very quickly. Him and Luffy should honestly scare the absolute shit out of people.

Plus he was a bounty hunter, and the demon stuff or whatever that is, I bet Zoro can be uncomfortable to be around. He probably has that predator vibe to him, gives you the feeling that something big and scary is watching you. Peacefully, for now, but that can very easily change.

I love the idea that Zoro is brutal and bloodthirsty and unhinged during fights.

I love the idea that he's intimidating and unnerving if you don't know him very well.

I love the idea that Zoro is none of those things with the crew.

I like him having a place where he was be relaxed, soft, open, and 100% accepted as he is.

So yeah, I want to see him napping in little puppy piles with the crew. I want to see him letting himself relax around them. I want him to let himself experience the beauty of loving someone enough to allow yourself to be vulnerable around them. I want him baring his throat and back and belly to them, comparable to a animal rolling over to show trust. A tiger showing it's belly for it's favorite humans.

Does that make him any less terrifying? Fuck no.

It should actually make him more terrifying. He is not a mindless violent entity, he is fully aware of everything and chooses to absolutely fuck people up.

There's always an awareness that he's letting them see him when he's soft. He is not the one powerless in a situation like that. At any moment he could snap at all of them and he probably has. I can very easily see him building up those walls again when someone does something stupid. Leaving the crew, fighting Luffy, or just being a dumbass.

He goes back to defensive, unsettling, distant. And that might be worse than Luffy's anger or disappointment, dealing with Zoro's distance. Especially after having it. No more naps with a always warm swordsman. No more easy affection or privilege of being one of the people to see a fully relaxed and soft Zoro. No more touches to surprisingly soft skin, and no more easily given vulnerable spots.

I said at one point that Zoro gave me tiger on a gold leash vibes and here it is.

He may call Luffy captain and follow him willingly but tame is not a word that should be used to describe Zoro.

Let him be soft and terrifying.

Let him rip apart a battle field and drop bodies like gifts at his crews feet. Let him go back home bloody and feral, and angrily headbutt them like a cat when they refuse to touch him until he's cleaned up.

Let him come back clean, blood and wildness washed off and wisked away down the drain. Let him lay over their laps, cuddle up, or anything else like that.

And someone write me a submissive Zoro fic, god damn, I'm dying over here.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Pumpkin Patch with the Pups

Characters: Werewolf! Bakugou x reader and their litter of puppies

Content: in which Katsuki and his wife take their litter of puppies to the pumpkin patch for their first Halloween

Genre: pure fluff, PAPA KATSUKI WITH HIS LITTER OF PUPPIES IM GONNA COMBUST (for some reason I conjured this up whilst I was watching the movie Madeline)

“Alright you bunch of brats, let’s pick the best damn pumpkin there is!” Katsuki grinned at his litter of 4 small puppies. Two of the littlest runts were held closely in his arm, carefully positioned to avoid hurting their little tails. He could feel each tail wagging furiously against his toned tummy.

The older two puppies were holding your hand, tails wagging in unison. The labyrinth of smells was overwhelming with them; the silky flesh of the pumpkins, the dampened mud under their feet and small rodents in the area.

Your pups had just celebrated their first birthday, and Katsuki was desperate for them to celebrate their first Halloween as a pack (although he’d never admit it to your face), instead sighing and rolling his eyes when you told him of the human tradition of making a jack-o-lantern. You thought he’d forgotten, but when he told you to make sure to bring a massive mining cart filled with straw and blankets that he stole from the local village you couldn’t stop smiling. Now, each small puppy was fumbling about the pumpkin patch, yipping and tripping over themselves.

You stood back as you watched the puppies play together, jumping out from the largest pumpkins and pouncing on their siblings with joyful vigour. It was such a beautiful sight to see, the grin on your face never leaving.

“What’s gotten you smiling like a dope?” Katsuki crept behind you and rested his arm around your waist, kissing your temple as you pressed yourself into him comfortably. You hummed in response as you started swaying together with him.

“I’m so happy that you decided to do this. I mean, just look at our puppies having so much fun! They’re loving every minute of this thanks to their papa,” you smiled as you nuzzled into his neck. Katsuki stared at you for a minute before he tried fighting his own smile from entering his face. Squeals of “papa! Mama! Look at THIS one!” sounded like music to his pointy ears as your children fought over whose pumpkin was the best.

“Yeah well, I know how much you loved this dumb holiday when you lived with the people from your village, and I know that we would all probably be hunted down if we tried to move back there. I know that you would never tell me to my face how much you miss that stupid village, but I’m not a dumbass. So, here’s some semblance to your old life I suppose,” Katsuki looked away with a tinge of pink on his porcelain face.

Your heart fluttered at his declaration. It was true, after you were found taking care of Katsuki when he was nearly killed by hunters they assumed the worst (which was your best) and chased you out of the village. Two years of courting and another year for your marriage, you finally gave birth to your babies. It was by no means an easy pregnancy, the babies kicking you with all of their might and the fact you had to push out FOUR BABIES had you screaming at Katsuki when it came time to give birth.

(He was so proud of you for carrying his puppies, he thought you handled the pregnancy beautifully, so he didn’t mind you squeezing the shit out of his hand as you curse him for the worst pain of your entire life, simply wiping your forehead with a damp cloth with the dopiest look on his face.)

“I love you so much, thank you my love,” you murmured into his fluffy ears. Katsuki let out a pleased chuff as he nosed your hair and kissed your cheek. All four of your babies tumbled forwards towards you and each took a hand, squealing cacophonies of “mama, papa! Help us pick” as you were dragged further into the pumpkin patch.

You and Katsuki couldn’t help the laughs that left you. They definitely got their strength from their papa wolf.

“Alright, alright! What’s the damn matter you little brats?,” Katsuki growled harmlessly at his babies. None of the puppies cared; they knew their daddy was whipped for each of them. They pulled both of you down, choking out an ‘oof’ from the both of you and left you to get settled on the large roots of the pumpkins.

“Daddy! Help, help!” Your eldest of the pups continued pulling Katsuki forward to the biggest pumpkin there was, easily the height and a half of one of your pups.

Katsuki’s eyes widened at the size of the pumpkin before a proud grin took over his features.

“Damn right you’d find the best pumpkin! My pups are the best, just like their alpha wolf!” Katsuki felt giddy with pride looking at his children.

You smiled watching the scene unfold; Katsuki struggling to lift the pumpkin as your babies raced between his legs, play fighting with each other and tugging playfully on each other’s ears in their excitement.

Katsuki finally managed to lift the gargantuan pumpkin into the cart as the puppies each began yawning and rubbing their eyes sleepily. Your husband picked each puppy up one by one and rubbed his head against theirs before passing them to you to give them their goodnight kisses.

Your eldest puppy whined when Katsuki picked him up, insisting with little growls that he wasn’t sleepy.

“Mama, I’m not sleepy yet! I’m a big wolf, I wanna see the full moon!” Your baby whined as you settled him against your chest.

“I know puppy, but you had a very busy day today! Don’t forget you went hunting with your daddy and protected your brother and sisters from that very mean butterfly that wouldn’t leave them alone,” you cooed as you bounced him gently on your hip. Your puppy’s whining continued as you stroked the soft down of his floppy ear.

“I’ll tell you what my brave little wolf. If you can sleep in the cart with your siblings and protect the pumpkin, I’ll wake you up when your daddy and I are ready to see the full moon,” you made an ultimatum with your eldest. He contemplated it for a bit before snuggling into you with a happy chuff.

“Okay mama”.

Katsuki took him from you as he nestled him with his siblings in the cart. Claws that were designed to kill gently pushed away the hair from his children’s faces. He would never in a million years think he would ever get this opportunity after his own pack abandoned him, and now he has the most perfect pack in the world.

You sidestepped into Katsuki’s arms and stroked the fluffy hair between his ears as he wrapped his arms around you. His tail was going a million miles an hour at your touch, occasionally thumping against your butt.

“Y’know Katsuki, I think we might have to get a few more pumpkins next year,” you grinned in his ear.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” He looked at you suspiciously.

“Well, seeing as how our litter is going to expand by next year, I’d imagine it would be better to have enough pumpkins for all of our children to carve,” you took Katsuki’s hand in yours and placed it on your slightly swollen tummy.

Katsuki sunk to his knees shakily at your proclamation, no words coming out of his open lips.

“You - you’re pregnant again?” He whispered against your tummy, gently thumbing the protruding part as you nodded vigorously, happy tears plopping on his face.

God, did Katsuki love his mate.

[tommydarlings]

33 minutes of heaven | a.b

pairing: dom!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, overstimulation, dacryphilia

w/c: 1.4k

summary: your boyfriend isn’t happy with the fact that you’ve been faking your orgasms so he proves you that he can make you cum until you physically and mentally can’t anymore, with a little twist at the end.

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“Baby! Your phone is ringing!” Your boyfriend, Austin, yelled from the living room while reading a book, casually wearing his transparent glasses on the bridge on his nose. “Got it.” You muttered bit still loud enough for him to hear it as you answered the call of your best friend Lizzy before you made your way over to to the kitchen counter and lifted yourself up so you sat on the counter.

“What’s up lizzy?” She asked you how it’s going with you and Austin and life in general and told you about how her girlfriend is away for a while so she’s bored out of her mind.

��And how is your…you know, sex life?” She asked you quietly over the phone. Your smart-ass completely forgot about the fact that your beautiful boyfriend is in the room right next to yours. So you just told her something that has been bothering for a bit.

“It was great.”

“Was? What happened?”

“Maybe it’s my fault but I just can’t do it anymore.” You whined over the phone as you played with your shorts.

“You can’t do what anymore?”

“Orgasm, he just can’t bring me to the point anymore, like I get close but I can’t fully do it and it’s frustrating to be honest.” You complained over the phone, completely forgetting that your dear Austin can hear everything perfectly fine. You told her a bit more before you talked about the wedding planning of lizzy and Vanessa, her fiancé, before you said your goodbyes and hung up.

— — —

You were swinging your hips in the kitchen to a song you were currently only listening in your head go as you felt how two big hands were placed on your hips, slowly guiding them a bit as you put the last plate into the cabinet above your head.

“Mhmm, you finally finished your book baby?” You asked him innocently with a smile before Austin slung his arms around your hips and connected them together, completely hugging you now from behind as he placed gentle kisses on your sensitive neck. Also adding some small bites and sucking motions here and there.

He laughed quietly, for a reason you didn’t quite understand before he answered your question,

“Yes, yes I did angel.”

He gave you a quick peck onto your right cheek before he removed his arms from your hips and it them on either side of your body on the cold counter so that you were now trapped between him and the counter. He brushed his nose a couple of times through your hair and neck area, taking your smell entirely in as his crotch area got closer to your bottom.

“Aus, now? After I’ve done the dishes-”

“What? You think a man like me can’t satisfy you? Can’t make you cum anymore, huh? Why didn’t you tell me sweetheart, you know we can talk about anything baby, anything.” You know that he meant it nicely but it kinda sounded like he was really mad and upset about the fats that you haven’t told him. His way taller frame stood over your tiny one like a statue, like he was a hunter just waiting for his victim to apologise and beg for his forgiveness.

You were speechless, your dumbass didn’t realise that your own boyfriend was in the room right next to yours as your were talking with your best friend over your 'all so great' sex life, telling her all loudly how you weren’t able to cum and how frustrating it makes you to fake your orgasms.

“Thought you were earlier such big talker on the phone, hm? What happened angel, did the man that can’t satisfy the little princess make her speechless?” He asked you quietly as his head left the place between your neck and shoulder and went higher up to your head, eyes now looking down onto the top of your head with a smirk, chin not even touching your hair as he chuckled darkly.

“How about I show you that your perfectly able to cum.”

You bit your lower lip before his hands turned your figure around and swiftly lifted your body up on the clean kitchen counter, hands still placed onto your thighs as his mouth immediately found yours, kissing your roughly but still passionately before one of his hands made it's way up to the back of your hair, hardly tugging on them as he gazed down into your pleading eyes.

“I'm gonna make sure you have to call Lizzy later and tell her about the exact opposite thing after I’m done with you.” He muttered as he started removing his clothes as you removed your own ones. He quickly put his hand tightly around your throat and pushed your head back so you hit your head on the cabinet behind you. You whined a tiny 'ow' as you gazed up at your boyfriend.

“Sorry.” He whispered with an apologetic look on his face before he kissed your forehead and entered your already wet and desperate cunt. Austin groaned loudly while his hand around your throat squeezed your flesh as he started moving his hips, quickly and roughly not showing any sign of stopping or slowing down.

“Fucking shit baby, you sure I can’t make my girlfriend cum, doesn’t look like it when I hear the sounds she’s currently making.” He told you with a smile written over his face, obviously proud that he’s the only one making you sound like that. You whined and moaned even louder, well, as best as you possibly could with your boyfriends hand gripping your throat in a tight grip, thumb pressing a bit down onto your air supply.

“F-fuck!” You squealed in a very high pitched tone, eyes squeezed shut as one of your hands came up and got a hold of his wrist near your throat. The other one scratching against the surface of the kitchen counter as you felt an unfamiliar feeling growing bigger in your abdomen. “A-aus, please, oh my-” you whimpered desperately as your own hand tightened around his wrist.

“So good, so fucking good my pretty girl.” He moaned as he placed his forehead onto the cabinet above you, lips touching your forehead while the hand around your throat started to shake lightly. “Gonna cum for me, huh? C'mon, let it all go, know you need it baby.” He whispered in his slight southern accent he picked up from his Elvis role.

You whined and begged as his hand suddenly retreated from your throat and slammed onto the cabinet next to your head with a loud groan, your head falling slightly backwards as your entire back arched from the feeling of cumming all over his still moving dick inside you. Your shaky hands took a quick hold of his shoulders, swiftly then going up to the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin with tears forming kn your eyes.

Austin slowly removed himself from your body before he got down onto his knees infront of you, hands immediately finding their place onto your thighs and spreading them.

“N-no, please d-don’t aus, go-”

Your sentence was quickly interrupted by your boyfriends mouth on your drenched pussy. His mouth connecting with your clit, sucking on it before he gave it a few kitten licks, your moans and whines now just getting louder.

“P-please Austin, d-don’t-”

“For somebody’s who apparently doesn’t want that here, your shaking and begging a lot.” He mumbled before he shook his head from side to side, tongue devouring your pussy like a starved man. “Tastes so fucking good.” The man between your shaking legs whispered to himself as your whining got louder and tears started to run down your cheeks.

“Who would have thought that, the women that I apparently can’t make cum is crying while I’m eating her out, and I love every second of it.” Austin stated quietly before your hands slammed down onto the kitchen counter you were currently sitting on.

“Oh my-, I’m g-gonna, please!” You screamed with tears covering your face, voice already a bit hoarse.

Your boyfriend grabbed your thighs harder and spread them even more as your came for the second time, now all over his mouth.

You thought that he wasn’t kidding so you slowly grabbed your phone after you put your clothes back on and-

“No need for that princess.”

After saying that, your boyfriend made his way over to the opposite side of the kitchen counter and stopped the about 33 minutes video recording on his phone with a grin on his face.

“Austin, you did not-”

“What? I needed prove didn’t I?” He told you with a cheeky smile, clearly joking.

Right?

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Heyyy, idk of ur requests are open but if they are can u please write a dean Winchester x ex girlfriend smut who is a hunter and who dean is still not over. Sam and Dean rescue her from a vampire nest and dean is angry and worried after her and she's all like "stop acting like you care" and he says something like I'll show u how much I care" + angst + kinda enemies x lovers + dark dean? + marking ; ( set in early seasons llke;1,2,3)

a/n: my requests are open but if you're ever unsure, i do have a post that'll tell you everything you need to know in terms of my requests. and i can absolutely write that, thank you so much for the request! <3

also, if i'm being honest, i didn't even know what marking was so i really hope i got it right aha.

pairing: dean x ex-girlfriend!reader

warnings: smut, angst, enemies to lovers, marking

word count: 821

"Just come on." Dean growled, marching on ahead of you as you lagged behind. "We gotta get back to the car."

You'd infiltrated a vamp nest, and you had everything under control, until Sam and Dean blundered in. That was when things went wrong.

"You know I had everything under control back there." You told him, making him come to an abrupt stop. "If you hadn't barged in like a dumbass I'd have been fine."

He turned around then, seemingly insulted by your words. "If I hadn't barged in, you'd be dead."

"Bullshit!" You spat. "I don't need you to protect me."

"Well if you weren't so damn stupid then maybe I wouldn't have to!"

"Oh shut up. We're not even together anymore so stop acting like you care."

"Alright, just...come on." He paused. "Let's get back to the car, and we can talk about this later."

He reached out in an attempt to wrap his fingers around your forearm, but you quickly jerked away, denying him.

"Okay, fine. You wanna know how much I care?" He blurted out in response, his eyes going wide with frustration. "I haven't been able to get you outta my damn head for months, okay? And I freakin' hate myself for even thinking about you, because I shouldn't give a crap, but I just can't help it."

Silence pressed in over you both then, and you felt as though you were being crushed as you stood staring at him in the dark, his previous words becoming trapped in your mind.

You wanted to hate him. You wanted to walk away from him tonight and never think about him again, except you knew that would never be possible.

It didn't matter how much space you put between you and him, because you would always remain shackled to him, your heart hopelessly pining after him.

After a moment, you were finally able to will yourself to move forward, taking the few short steps toward him before taking his face in your hands. You pulled him down to you, kissing him gently.

And you were both surprised by this, because considering the circumstances, you probably should've been punching him in the face rather than kissing him.

But oh, how you'd missed that beautiful face, the feel of his soft lips against yours. It was like coming home.

You sighed into his mouth, sliding your hands into his hair as you deepened the kiss, feeling his fingers digging into your hips as he slowly pushed you backwards. It took a mere few steps before your back hit the rough bark of a tree and you could already feel yourself melting into him.

Dean pressed a harsh kiss against your lips then before dragging his mouth down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises as he made his way to your collarbone.

It had only been a couple of months since you'd last seen each other, yet somehow it felt like years as you practically devoured each other, Dean's body pressing hard against you as you desperately tugged on his hair.

He groaned into your skin and it was like electric coursing through you. God you had missed him.

It didn't take him long to find his way down to your jeans, his calloused fingers slipping under the waistband as he continued pressing harsh kisses along your throat.

"Oh my god, Dean!" You cried out, your need for him growing stronger with every move he made against you.

He simply snickered, pulling back just enough that he could manage to pull your jeans down your legs. "You ready for me to show you just how much I care?"

"Yes." You breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut as you leaned your head back against the bark. "Please."

He barely even gave you time to prepare before he was pushing himself inside you, making you cry out from the momentary sting.

"Jesus Christ." You whined, desperately clutching his shoulders as he thrusted inside you, pushing you further against the tree. "Dean."

"I know." He whispered into your neck, the sensation of his lips brushing your skin somehow making this all the more pleasurable.

He continued to slap his hips up into you, your groans filling the night air as you clung to each other, his fingers digging into your hips whilst you clutched the thick material of his jacket.

Being this close to Dean again felt incredible, the feeling of him deep inside of you setting your soul on fire. You had forgotten what this felt like, and you weren't sure you were willing to lose it again.

"I love you." You moaned, your breath catching in your throat as you pressed your forehead into his shoulder. "Oh my God."

"I love you too." Dean groaned in response, attempting to bury himself deeper inside you. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

"I think I have some idea."

[Main Masterlist]

[infernalodie]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚

“'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘓𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Giveon - All To Me

Pairing: Freya x Fem!reader

Summary: She had you all to herself...

Warnings: Just pure smut in a tree, fingering, queen kink, and use of petnames.

Words: 1845

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

You swore that each time you adventured far from home, the blistering colds would soon enough cause your limbs to freeze up and fall off. Mimir always took that moment to tease you while your father would tell you to stop your fussing and to endure it. But you never saw the reason for you, Atreus, and your father to go hunting when it wasn’t needed. Atreus was the hunter while you had preferred staying home and training. Father continued to say that although that was good, your need to learn hunting would benefit the group.

So, here you were, in the woods wandering around with your mother’s bow and your sword tight in your grasp. Alone as you were the second oldest and more trusted than Atreus ever would be. But your idea of hunting was wandering around until you found something worthy of your attention. Yet, your mind was already preoccupied with a specific woman, blurring your attention to the main task at hand.

“I don’t understand why she won’t let me see her,” you muttered to yourself, kicking a clump of snow out of your path. Since Fimbulwinter had washed over Midgard, the sight of snow had been more pleasing to your eyes. The sky was constantly grey from the clouds producing the white flecks that melted against your cheeks. And as much as you hated the massive gusts of wind, you tolerated it for the beauty that was given in return. “That bitch doesn’t even care, does she? Is all flirty with me and then suddenly doesn’t come and see me when I hunt.”

You scoffed, pulling your sword from its sheath and tossing it towards a tree. Propelling the blade towards the trunk and hopping onto it before beginning to climb the tree. The snow clingings to the branches causing a stinging sensation to bite at the tips of your fingers. Finally reaching the precipice where you kicked your feet across the thick branch and back propped up against the base. Retrieving the rope around your belt that held your 6 rabbits and meat from a wolf that you had encountered in your walk, and wrapped the rope around you and the trunk as a restriction for if you fall in your sleep.

Snuggling closer in the furs made by your father, you stared out at the frozen-over Lake of Nine. A perfect view of Tyr’s temple and all the different realm travel towers. It was a sight behold to anyone that had a sane mind in these parts. But as of late, raiders were senseless, murderous dumbasses that you had butchered for fun, and a certain Valkyrie Queen had been creating problems for your father.

Closing your eyes, to seek the moments of peace that would be needed when you get home. Likely to hear how your father would already make you feel more a disappointment than you already did. So, a nice nap up in a tree, away from danger, away from your brother and father was well-needed. Although, Mimir would be a rather nice company right about now. You were sure the man would look to take hold of the beauty of the landscape from up here-

“What are you doing up here, pup?” That soft and rather amused voice made you yelp and snap your eyes open. But when you saw the source of the voice, your face grimaced in disgust as you relaxed back into your position. “Oh, don’t give me that look, Y/n.”

“I’m going to give you whatever look I feel like, Freya,” you scoffed, closing your eyes and crossing your arms tightly over your chest. Face forming a pouty look that Freya found endearing. “You have a lot of balls showing up out here after attacking us yesterday.”

Freya rolled her eyes at the mention. “I don’t seek to hurt you or Atreus, Y/n,” she sighed. “Your father took Baldur from me. You can’t be surprised.” The mention of the once invulnerable Aesir God made the mood shift slightly.

You understood where the woman stood and why she was doing what she was doing. Just as much as she understood why you would defend your family. There were certain things you kept from your brother about your mother because you knew it was better that way. Everything you did was meaningful, as do her decisions. Hell, you hadn’t even done anything when she last held Baldur in her arms. Kratos and Atreus were the ones responsible as you stood by, silent and tense.

But now, she was angry and fueled by the simple need for revenge. Leaving her a relentless, frightening, and rather hot “enemy” that came to visit you occasionally. In secret, of course.

Noticing the shift, Freya smiled and leaned toward you with a mischievous grin. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the thrill-” She inhaled sharply with her lips an inch away from yours. Problem was, your quick reflexes of your knife pressing to the belly of her jaw. Eyes now open and lips parted, teeth baring in a grin. Moving and pressing the knife further into her flesh, forcing her to turn her face for you to examine,

Under her eyes, there were streams of eyeliner that hadn’t been smudged the day Baldur was killed. The constant reminder of your father’s decision was on her face in the shape of tears. Her eyes were now smeared in a thick black eyeliner with hair was slightly frizzed from the cold weather over the past three years. Yet, somehow, she was a sight to behold.

“I like when a person keeps their word, Freya,” you said, forcing her chin up further. A wicked grin formed on your lips when the woman held her breath, eyes fluttering shut. “And I hate to be kept waiting, and cold.”

Freya felt all restraint be ripped from her body as she jolted forward and crashed lips upon yours. A sigh fell from the older woman’s lips as her tattooed fingertips softly brushed a few strands of your hair out of your face before she cupped your cheek, pulling you incredibly closer. You smiled, taking your dagger and stabbing it into the tree before wrapping your arms around her neck.

In what had occurred years ago, the death of Baldur had only brought you and Freya closer. It was sick and twisted, the Valkyrie knew this, but even before Baldur’s death, the two of you flirted and made feelings apparent for one another. Kratos hadn’t wanted you two to see one another after Freya swore vengeance, but you nor Freya cared. Because in this eternal winter, the both of you sought the warmth of one another’s bodies. That’s because you brought the best out of Freya and she’d needed a sense of rejuvenation, and you were that source.

“I missed you,” Freya breathed, lips barely parting as her hands moved feverishly against your clothes. You broke apart, panting, lips bruised, and heart hammering against your chest as you help shimmy your pants down just enough to give the Queen access to your soaking core. Although snow nipped at your lower back, the feeling of her warm fingers flicking across your drenched heat made it all the more worth it. The contrast was better than anything you’d ever felt or seen. “And I see someone has missed me as well.”

“Shut it.” Your hand wrapped around her throat, tugging her towards you to where your lips met once more. Teeth classing and tongue fighting for dominance over the other. Freya pressed the pads of her fingers to your clit, rubbing fast shapes in the sensitive bud. A gasp erupted in the back of your throat, your head was thrown back with Freya sliding her attention to the edge of your jaw. Kissing and sucking as you trembled underneath her.

Although you were the daughter of the Greek God of War, you were far more submissive than Freya took you for when she met you. Of course, on the battlefield, you showed your capabilities. But every now and then, with only Freya around, you showed yourself more perspective to her touch or words. Practically mewling at the faintest of holds she would have on your hand or your waist. And slowly, she broke away the shyness you held and now left you a far more dominant girl than when she found you.

Finally, Freya pushed her fingers past your clenching pussy, grinning when you moaned loudly, unapologetic as to who could possibly hear or see. Your walls quivered around her finger as she thrust into you with urgency. Either for you to reciprocate the relief you were feeling or to pay back for her mishap. Because even if she didn’t say it aloud, she hated that she left you waiting.

“You’re a gift from the gods, Y/n,” Freya whispered, breath hot against your neck as she nibbled at your pulse point. Feeling you twitch and let out shaky choked moans into her ear. Hands holding her tattered garments as she smiled softly against your cheek. “You are never leaving my side, pup.”

Her possessive words made you bristle with warmth as that knot in your stomach grew tenser. A groan falls from your lips. You tried to focus on her kisses, wanting nothing more than to reciprocate them. But the more her fingers gently nudged the sweet spot in you, you grew focused on that sensation. Melting more and more with each thrust of her fingers that weren’t afraid to scissor inside you, sweetening the bliss that flowed through your body.

“My Queen, I-” You shivered with a moan as your hold on her clothes grew tighter. Neck straining as your head rolled back. Freya took in the sight with admiring eyes, smiling widely, especially with the familiar title you had given her. Sending a wave of adrenaline through her system as her fingers sped up. “My Queen, I’m going to cum!” You whined, pulling her closer in case she even thought about pulling away.

But she would never do such a thing. Especially to her pup.

Her fingers curled and curled until they finally pushed you over the edge. Leaving you gasping and letting out a cry with your back arching. Toes curling in your boots as your legs curled and straightened with the explosive orgasm. Freya followed your pulse point with her lips, knowing just how much the feeling drew you feral. And her fingers slowly worked you down when your body twitched from the aftershocks.

Soon panting and slowly regain your bearings with a wave of exhaustion written on your face. But when your gaze met Freya’s, your lips curled into a cheeky smile. “I never thought I would fuck in a tree, but I guess we can cross that off our list.” Freya couldn’t contain the laugh that fell from her lips as you smiled cheerfully. She rested her forehead against yours, shaking her head slightly as she stared up at you adoringly.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! Can I request a Kite x reader please?☺️ Probs something abt the reader being Ging's lil sister! And the rest is up to you:) Thanks!

OMG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING A KITE WRITING 😭😭😭😭 I havent wrote for him in so long and OMG this is my first time writing for Hunter x Hunter on here! Thank you so much anon, you made me hit milestones today. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

GIngs Little Sister - Kite x reader

Pairing - Kite x reader

Warnings - ging none!

Word Count - 787

Notes - thank you again I am so happy you requested for kite and i honestly had so much fun writing this!!! i literally cannot express how thankful i am that you wrote this lmaoooo. thank you again and seriously, have an amazing day anon!!!

You and Kite were complete opposites. Opposites, but madly in love with each other. He loved being outdoors and camping for days on end and you loved your suburban home right outside the city. He enjoyed listening to the quiet of nature while he had a picnic while you enjoyed the sound of the bustling city while you ate out. He adored Ging… and you hated him.

Your stupid older brother, Ging Freecss.

In some way, you have to thank the stupid hardheaded dumbass for introducing you to Kite, but god, you hated him nonetheless.

Kite thought it was awesome that the two of you were related, especially when he met you.

When you first met Kite, Ging was staying at your place before he had to head out. Ging decided to bring Kite over for some dinner and both were introduced to you rambling about how Ging was an adult man baby as you cleaned up a mess he made in the living room.

You looked up and saw the most beautiful man in the world. You two locked eyes, his long white hair still swaying behind him as he stopped walking. You fell in love immediately.

But Ging’s ugly ass had to get right in front of him, ruining your moment. “Hey sis! Mind if I invite a friend to stay over?” The moment you heard that he and Ging were friends, you kind of repelled. Any friend of Ging’s was never a friend of yours. That was kind of an unspoken rule between the two of you. And vice versa.

You walked up to Ging and the mystery man, tilting your head, thinking.

“Come on sis, please!”

You shot Ging a dirty look and turned back to Kite. You knew you were blushing, but you really didn't care. “Fine. He can stay,” you shoved Ging’s dirty laundry into his arms. “But make one mess and I'm kicking both of you out.”

Ging thanked you and ran to the guest room where he was staying. Kite, on the other hand, followed you to the kitchen, looking around the house.

“You have a lovely home.” You weren't expecting his voice to be so deep.

You giggled and rubbed the back of your neck. “Oh, thanks! It's nothing really. I mean, it's pretty small, but I do love it. It's home.”

“Must be cool to have a pro hunter like Ging as an older brother.”

You laughed out loud, pouring yourself and Kite a glass of water. “That boorish asshole doesn't care about anyone but himself. He even ditched his own kid and won't even let me meet him. So, cool? No. Not one bit.”

Kite just laughed and thanked you for the water, looking out of your kitchen window at the view of the city, the mountains peeking out in the background. “I'm Kite, by the way.” His eyes were still glued to the view, his cup pressed to his chin.

“y/n.” You couldn't help that you had such a beautiful man over at your house.

You worked at the Hunter’s Association, so you never focused too much on relationships, only work. But now that this man was in your house, it made you want to fall in love. It made you want to stare at clouds all day and go on a cheesy picnic.

But relationships weren't for you anyway, at least that was what you thought.

But sweet Jesus. When he kissed you after a week of staying over at your place, you couldn't help but feel that way. His lips were so soft and his touch gentle. Ging’s stupid friend was making you fall in love.

And it didn't help that Ging just burst in the room too, asking if you had a charger for his phone. He didn't even do a double take, he just crawled over the two of you, who were only inches away from kissing again, to grab a charger, and left.

You two turned to each other and burst out laughing, falling into each other’s arms.

You don't even remember how it happened.

You remember that Kite was in your room asking you about your job and telling you about his and then the rest is just a blur.

All you remember was the way his hand felt as he tucked your hair behind your ear. The way that his cold breath smelled like mint. The way his hand glided over your waist before asking, “can I kiss you?”

How the hell could you deny that?

And now you were here, in Kite’s arms watching some cheesy movie. He began snoring softly as he fell asleep and honestly, you were a little thankful for your dumb brother.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Dating Ging Freeces

Ging Freecss x fem! reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex/intimacy but nothing actually happens

A/N: Why do I do this? Because I'm me and I have little dignity left

*slams head against wall repeatedly*

Tiffany you dumb bitch why do you have to develop stupid crushes on toxic men

*rests head on wall, take deep breath*

Ok I'm fine now

Being with Ging is annoying to say the least

Honestly you probably wonder daily why you are still with this man 🤨

But love is a crazy thing YN

In all honestly, Ging is probably more the fwb type

He doesn't like to be tied down

As evident by his lack of parenting to Gon 🙃

Gon you sweet angel you deserve so much better 😫

He'd probably be like "It's ok my dad's an amazing hunter :D"

So if you are looking for a "relationship without labels" Ging's the guy for you

When you first met him, you were turned off by his brass attitude and rude behavior

He's might be shy but he's outspoken on alot of things

If you are a ruins hunter like him, he will test your knowledge, constantly feeling the need to on up you 😒

Yep he's one of THOSE guys

But don't let it bother you YN

Don't play into his games because we all know he's just testing you

When he tries to one up you, just say "oh thats nice"

Ging 👉🏻😐😑

There is no real definite moment in your relationship where you become a couple

Honestly you guys just start hanging out together and that's kind of it

Actually you two probably just sort of form of truce and that's it 🤷‍♀️

Intimacy doesn't start right away

And like your relationship, it kind of just happens

Like Ging will just walk up to you one day, kiss you passionately and that's all she wrote 😅

Intimacy does happen often when he's with you

I will give him this, I think he's a pretty passionate guy

He's also romantic but not on purpose

Will take you to some of the most gorgeous places on earth without even thinking about it

Mans enjoys the little things life has to offer and wants to experience them with you

While he might be romantic, he will also just up and leave you 🙄

After a night of passion don't be surprised if you wake up in a bed alone

He will leave you a note on the pillow that says something like

"I'm off. I'll reach out soon. Ging"

You will have to be pretty secure to be in a relationship with Ging

Mans will not contact you for weeks or even MONTHS!

And when he does, it's not much

Just a text or two

BUT they are cute 🥺

"*sends picture of gorgeous landscape* I can't wait to bring you here" or "the only thing that could make this place more beautiful is you"

😫😫😫 mans is romantic

He's also possessive and jealous as HELL

Seriously, you two might not have a defined relationship

But Ging will make it VERY well know that you are his and his alone

Even if some guy is merely talking to you, Ging is in the corner, glaring 😑

He's literally a child YN

Gon and Killua are more mature 🙄

You are a social and sweet person

Many hunters think of you as a literal Angel sent from heaven

And they truly have no clue why you are with Ging 😒

Honestly that's the question that surrounds most of the Zodiac meetings

Oh, btw you and Ging serve on the zodiac council together

And while Ging rarely shows up, you often get hounded about you relationship

Totally get thrown under the bus with that one YN

"Alright before we start does anyone have any issues to being up?"- Miss Cheadle asks

"Yeah I have a question, YN when are you going to realize how shitty Ging is and dump his dumbass?"- Kanzai asks

You 👉🏻😐🙄

"Seriously YN you are gorgeous and perfect and Ging, well Ging is Ging!"- Pyon asks

"Everyone please! This isn't a quarrem about YN and Ging's love life"- Cheadle adds

"Thank you"- you

"Even if we are all confused as to why someone like YN would date Ging, we should be respectful"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻😐 thank you

"I mean, the man is a literal child abandoning jerk who rarely shows up to meetings but it's not about that! I'm sure Ging and YN make a great couple"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻😐 yep

"And I'm sure whatever weird connection they have makes them both happy even if Ging tends to ruin everything"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻 ight imma head out ✌🏻

I told you, you gotta be tough to be in a ship with Ging YN

And when Ging does show up to meetings, you can bet there is ONE person who will irritate him to no end

"I'm so sorry to keep everyone waiting, where is Miss YN?"- Pariston says smirking at Ging

Ging will probably growl at the mere mention of your name from Pariston's lips

You come in the conference room and take you seat next to Ging

"I'm sorry, Beans needed my help with something"- you say smiling and sitting down

"Miss YN you are always so kind and giving! I would live to have someone like you working at my agency"- Pariston smirks

Ging will seriously be growling so loud at this point

YN do something 😫

"Pariston, thank you but I'm very happy where I am"- you say calmly

Ging grabs your hand under the table because the feral man needs to chill out

But don't worry, that won't stop Pariston

Oh no no no

Because he's equally as annoying as Ging 🙃

God I'd HATE being a member of the zodiacs with those two on board 🥴

At every turn, Pariston is trying to get under Ging's skin

"Miss YN, can I just say how beautiful you look today?"- rat man

Ging 👉🏻😑😠

You 👉🏻 😐 🙄 thank you Pariston

"Miss YN you should be vice chairman when become chairman. I'd love to work closely with you"- Pariston

"OVER MY DEAD BODY RAT"- Ging yells 🤬

You 👉🏻😐🤦‍♀️ thanks Pariston but I think I'll pass

But the absolute best thing EVER happened during the question and answer session the zodiacs held for the hunters

You know the one where Leorio punched Ging 🤪

Honestly classic 👌🏻

You sat there while the crowd applauded Leorio for his amazing performance

"I told you to go visit him"- you say as Ging gets up from the floor, rolling your eyes

As you stand up to check on Ging, you cross in front of Pariston

Causing the rat to stick his leg out and "accidently" trip you

As you fall, gracefully 💅🏼

My headcanons and I always wished I was graceful so let me live my dreams ☺️

Pariston stands quickly and catches you mid fall, like in one of those romance books

You stare into his eyes, blushing

"My goodness Miss YN, are you-"

Before he can finish, Ging's fist is connecting with Pariston's face and that's all she wrote

"I said, get the HELL away from my girlfriend you rat"- Ging

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 girlfriend?

The zodiacs 👉🏻😱 he finally admitted it

All the Hunters 👉🏻 standing ovation for Ging punching Pariston 👏🏻

It's like the WWE up in here!

After the meeting, you help patch Ging up

"Girlfriend huh??"- You say trying not the smile

Ging rolls his eyes

"Well it's true isn't it?" He scoffs

"Yeah I guess just never thought I'd see the day"- you shrug

"Well I guess I just need to introduce you to Gon then"- Ging says

"Oh I already met him"- you waving your hand

Ging 👉🏻😃 whet-

"Yeah Kite introduced us. He's a really sweet boy Ging, not sure where he got that from"- you chuckle

"Hey I'm sweet! I defended you against Pariston didn't I?!?"- Ging groans

"Like I couldn't have handled him? How do you think I've managed at meetings when you don't show up?"- You

Ging 👉🏻😑 I'm going to kill that asshole!

You roll your eyes knowing Ging is a true man of his word 🥰

[crazy-walls]

i just saw in your tags that you have a fave medieval blorbo? not to be nosy but like if you ever feel like talking about him i'd definitely love to read it! (yes i could look him up myself, but where's the fun in that?)

i haven't talked about my boy ortnit in far too long so i absolutely love that you asked and am more than happy to use this opportunity, thank you!!

setting the scene: it's the mystical time that all medieval middle and northern european heroes live in (sometimes at the same time, sometimes a generation or maybe five apart, but like, quite a while ago even for the 1200s onward). here in lampart - italy for us modern peasants - near lake garda there's the coolest, toughest, strongest, richest ...hero... to be. his name is ortnit. [or otnit, medieval authors don't really care about spelling.]

you see, he's the young king of lampart but he's not fully there yet to having the perfect kingdom, because obviously he needs to have a queen to rule said kingdom with. after much consideration, his uncle is like "well, there's this utterly beautiful, virtous (for a savage heathen) princess* somewhere in the middle east but you must not - and i repeat - not go after her because her heathen father machorel will kill you if you take away his daughter. as in, literally chop off your head. because he wants to marry her himself when his wife is dead." [i'd say this is a setup on the uncle's part but medieval characters Just Are Like That.]

obviously, because he's the coolest and strongest king and a complete dumbass, ortnit has to go and get said daughter to marry him. his mother, of course, is anything but thrilled. and you see, ortnit is quite the mama's boy, but no matter how much she pleads with him not to go he is dead set on it, and if he's already on the way anyway he might as well turn that into some kind of crusade. so his mother gives him A Ring and sends him off on a little adventure (=aventiure) first, saying that The Ring will guide him - and it does. The Ring takes him to the dwarf alberich who promises to give him the best armor, the very best sword and also be his Helper. this is kind of a Whole Job in medieval epic poems. oh, also, the dwarf is actually ortnit's biological dad who raped his mother - but that's cool; and gracious as he is, ortnit forgives his mother for her "infidelity" to who he always thought was his actual father. #menwritingwomen or something.

ortnit gets his cool armor and even cooler sword and sails off with his knights towards what is later labeled syria. on the journey his knights think he's insane because dwarf-daddy alberich is invisible to anyone but the wearer of The Ring and ortnit is talking to thin air him. anyway, they reach syria and dwarf-daddy plays invisible matchmaker by insulting and threatening machorel. [this could actually be a setup. jury's still out on that ~800 years later.]

long(ish) aventiure short: there's a siege on the castle, then a big battle, meanwhile invisible dwarf-daddy convinces the princess to come with him and marry ortnit to save her father. blackmailing with a beloved family member's death, such a strong basis for a healthy marriage. she also gets christianed on the run because duh. can't marry some random fucking heathen.

right after that dwarf-daddy has to save the day again and fight machorel because ortnit basically faints on his horse. they make it back to the ship unharmed and sail back to italy. machorel is Not Happy. and he has A Plan: as a ""conciliation gift"" he sends a hunter with two huge eggs to lampart; they'll into a magical "toad" and "elephant".

as we all know, elephants do not hatch from eggs. unfortunately for ortnit, our italian king does not know that. he WILL find out, though. eventually. when the eggs have hatched and two huge dragons are terrorising lampart and eating everything and everyone in their way. and since he's the coolest, toughest, strongest, richest king and responsible for this disaster he is the one who has to slay those dragons. so he dons his armor and heads straight for - you guessed it - dwarf-daddy. alberich, however, is Not Happy either, refuses to help ortnit once more [again, this might be a setup]. he advises him to Not, Under Any And All Circumstances, Fall Asleep. ortnit pouts, throws The Ring at alberich's feet and rides off to find the dragon(s).

the dragon** is rather good at hide-and-seek, though, so ortnit rides and rides and rides. and gets tired. and decides to just have a small rest. and promptly falls asleep.

apparently, dragons also have a sixth sense for sleeping kings. the dragon creeps close, sees that delicious meal-in-a-can and - without even waking ortnit up - carries him to his offspring who SLURP HIM RIGHT OUT OF HIS ARMOR. [-> "sougen in durch daz werc" - "saugen ihn aus der rüstung" - the armor actually stays fully intact which is important since ortnit's tale is later followed by wolfdietrich who slays the dragons, gets the armor and marries ortnit's widow]

the end.

no, really. that's how ortnit dies. slurped out of his armor by dragons the SECOND his mother and biological father can't/refuse to help him. so there he is, this young, strong, pretty, heroic dumbass fratboy of a king who can't get shit done on his own. he has like half a braincell. he is literally Doomed By The Narrative. and i'm utterly obsessed with his ineptitude and death.

*please note that the syrian princess doesn't even have a name in the first versions of this epic poem so i'm not using one, sorry girl. she's later called sidrat tho.

**suddenly it's only one dragon who has two baby dragons, there are a few theories about how the offspring being conceived by those first two dragons is a parallel to the incestuous obsession machorel has with his daughter

[eloquentmoon]

━  A SLICE OF THE NIGHT ♡

pairing: oc x oc / mimi mirage x indika promia  rating: mature, 18+ only  word count: 2.6k song: cologne, beabadoobee summary: popstar mimi mirage and bounty hunter indika promia take their friendship to the next level when they share their first kiss a/n: space lesbians have been all i can think about this pride month. i’ve been collaborating with my dear friend @pumpkinmischief who created indika and the art for this. we’ve crafted a tragically beautiful queer love story between our two star wars original characters. you can view the artwork that accompanies this little fic here, it’s a stunning piece inspired by the classic lesbian make up meme lol. ily piper, you are an incredible artist and i’m so grateful to know you.

“i’m not done yet, please kiss my neck”

Everybody in the core worlds knows that Coruscant never sleeps. However, there are a few short hours deep into the night when the metropolis-planet is lulled, and it seems to briefly doze in a disturbed half-slumber. It is during these hours when the sounds of traffic lapse for long enough that it can justifiably be described as quiet, when the bustling crowds disperse into such sparsity that the streets can be considered deserted. The world itself slows down, and for two young women this slice of the night is theirs, and theirs alone. They sit at the window of an apartment in the high mid-levels, looking up and across a vast dreaming city as they drink, smoke and reflect. Their girlish laughter echoes between the towering buildings. 

It’s an infinitely better view at the window, because Mimi Mirage’s new apartment is a total mess. There are boxes everywhere, half of the walls glow a soft glitter pink, and the rest remain a bland grey, the painting and decorating left unfinished. Empty bottles litter all available surfaces of the kitchen-lounge, and there are clothes and beauty products strewn about the floor. There are trunks overflowing with pink garments, headpieces, heels and jewellery. Half built furniture is dotted around the rooms, the effort to construct them left abandoned.

Mimi hasn’t had a chance to unpack or finish decorating, because she is hardly ever here, and because she is exhausted. Her rise in popularity correlates with a rise in bookings, appearances and performances, and she has danced, sung and charmed her way through five sets in two days. She has finally come home to her apartment, bringing her best friend Indika Promia with her. The two of them are lounging in the small window, smoking tabac cigarettes, drinking and winding down from a few very intense nights on the Coruscant scene. The pair always look forward to debriefing in these dreamscape hours of the night alone together, and it isn’t the first time Indika has stayed the night. But something feels different tonight, as though the spark between them is flaring, burning brighter than ever before.

“I seriously don’t know how I stopped myself from killing that handsy Iktotchi guy,” Indika scoffs as she shakes her head. She pours herself a small glass of Spotchka from a bottle at her side, then takes a drag from her cigarette, the amber glow of it illuminating her pale, tattooed face. 

“Oh my Stars,” Mimi giggles as she recalls the man in question, swatting Indika playfully. “You didn’t need to! There is no way he is ever coming to one of my shows again. You scared him to death.”

“Good,” Indika says. “He was a total asshole.”

“He really was.” She tries to take a toke of her cigarette but notices that it’s gone out, so relights it. “His friends were all super weird too.” 

“How does someone as pretty as you attract such sleemos like him?”

“Awh, I dunno.” Mimi shrugs. “It’s not so bad though. You’re here after all.”

Indika smirks, the cig hanging lazily at the corner of her lips. “Good one, dumbass.”

Mimi cackles and sips at her drink that definitely isn’t Spotchka, but her own personal take on a Coruscant Cooler - the classic cocktail made a little sweeter, and a lot pinker. 

“Indi you glared at him like a feral Rancor and I totally thought he was gonna kark his ugly-ass pants. I just know he saw his life flash before his eyes when you grabbed him.” She finishes and stubs out her cig, shakes out her lekku behind her and giggles.

“If I ever see him again it’s on sight,” Indika grumbles before draining her glass and flicking the stub of her cig out of the window. “These bastards need to learn to keep their hands to themselves. I don’t care how many bones I have to break to get the message across.”

Mimi snickers and drops to her feet, offering her hand to help the shorter woman down from the window. Indika accepts as Mimi says, “So true. Are we in the double digits yet?”

“Easily. My last bone-break count was 32. Mainly fingers though.” 

They both laugh playfully, but then there is a slight pause as they notice that their hands are still clasped. 

“Thank you for protecting me.” Mimi smiles softly. “Like, seriously. I love having you around, Indi.”

“You got it sweetheart.” Indika has a curt smirk on her face again. She nods, and then squeezes Mimi’s fingers. “I love being around you too.”

Indika then releases her to grab her bottle of Spotchka and pours what remains of the glowing blue liquid into her glass. She looks up at Mimi, who is sneering at the drink in Indika’s pale hands.

“I can’t believe you brought that foul shit into my apartment.” She stretches her arms above her head dramatically as she groans. “It’s so gross.”

“Alright booze police,” Indika says dryly, then drains her glass in one go, and slams it upside down on a box to her left. “There, it’s all gone.”

“Smartass.” Mimi folds her arms. “You’re such a stereotype, my little bounty hunter.”

Indika wipes her mouth with her wrist and winks. “Shut up. You love it."

She flashes Mimi a grin and then slips past her to the refresher and Mimi follows her. She leans in the doorway and as she watches Indika wash her face, she rants about how early she has to get up in the morning to attend a meeting with a potential sponsor. Then as Indika begins to dry herself with a towel, Mimi pauses.

“Wait, how have I never seen you without make-up before?” she asks, her heart skipping at the realisation, taking in the raw beauty of Indika’s bare skin as she appears from beneath the towel. She hides her awe by scrunching up her face and jokingly says, “Oh Gods, I hate it.”

“You little bitch,” Indika chuckles and throws the towel at her. 

Mimi dodges it and screeches. “Eek! I’m kidding, I promise!”

Indika rolls her eyes. “You’ve been spending too much time with that mean Pantoran friend of yours."

Mimi nods and scoffs. "You're probably right. She's busting my ass."

"...Is she a problem?" asks Indika rather seriously. 

"Champagne?" Mimi shakes her head, checking herself out in the mirror. "Nah, she just works too hard and worries too much."

Indika rolls her eyes as if to say yeah right, and Mimi playfully pushes her shoulder. "Don't be so protective. She's fine. You don't have to worry your pretty little horns over Montana." 

Indika's lips curve into a smile, and Mimi pecks her cheek with an exaggerated Mwah! then grabs her toothbrush. Indika picks up her own, then raises her finger at Mimi, indicating for her to wait, and as the Twi’lek raises a brow in confusion, Indika pulls out and taps on her datapad, blasting one of Mimi’s party tracks. The two snort and laugh, and begin to dance around each other, impish and drunk as they brush their teeth, giggling and bumping into one another to the music. At one point, Indika trips over and lands clumsily on her ass, and Mimi almost wets herself from laughing when she helps her back to her feet. After they have brushed their teeth, Mimi watches as Indika undoes and then replaits her braids, telling Mimi about where her next job is likely going to be.

In a moment of silence, Mimi compliments her. “You are so stunning, Indi.” 

Indika looks at her curiously, and then softly smirks at Mimi’s sincerity. 

“You do know that I think you are the most beautiful person in the galaxy, right?” the Twi’lek continues with a sultry air, leaning closer into her. She runs her pink hand down Indika’s braid, then trails it up to her jawline, and ghosts her index finger across the length of her facial tattoo. She then tucks a piece of hair that hangs across her eyes behind her long, elegant ear. Mimi tilts her head slightly, observing her hands on Indika’s face. “I like how my skin looks on yours.”

Indika’s mouth falls slightly open in disbelief, and she looks up at Mimi with a mix of adoration and anticipation. “You really think pink’s my colour?”

“Yeah, actually. I really like pink on you,” she rests her hand on Indika’s shoulder, then drags her fingers across the exposed skin of her chest, debating whether or not to give into her desires and dip into the softness of her cleavage. “Well, my pink anyway.” 

Indika’s hands have come to rest on Mimi’s waist during this interaction, and her purple nails tease at her soft skin. She notices Mimi’s soft gasp at the contact, and begins to lower her fingers. 

She wants to feel those hips: the hips she has watched Mimi sway night after night beneath bright pink lights. She wants to caress the dips at the top of her legs that flash from beneath her skirts when she dances. The warmth of those thighs…

Indika’s thoughts are interrupted when she notices Mimi’s face lighting up, and she knows at once that the pop-star has had one of her ideas.

“What are you thinking, Mimi?” 

She looks like she is about to burst with excitement. "I want to do your make-up."

“My make-up?”

“Yes!” She claps her hands. “Let me do a pink look on you."

“But I just took mine off.”

“So?”

She smiles. Though she wasn't expecting this tonight, Indika is rather intrigued at seeing one of Mimi’s iconic looks on herself. It could be fun. But what really sells her is being up close and personal with Mimi, her fingers on her skin, her breath on her face.

“Of course, Mi. Do my make-up.”

“Let’s get more comfortable,” Mimi exclaims in victory, as she takes Indika’s hand and pulls her into her bedroom, the contents of which is a just mattress on the ground surrounded by more beauty products, clothes and jewellery. She encourages Indika to lie down on her back, as Mimi scurries around the room grabbing the tools to work her magic.

Mimi climbs on top of Indika, her legs either side of the smaller hybrid’s hips. The skin of their legs touch, the two wearing a mix of their undergarments, clothes and sleepwear. Indika feels Mimi squeeze her between her thighs, and a rush of heat caresses her spine.

“Close your eyes,” Mimi instructs with a whisper, and Indika does, her heart beginning to race as she senses Mimi close to her face. She is attentive to the gentle movements of Mimi’s fingers and the make up brush she uses, appreciating how soothing it feels as she begins to softly work the pink makeup across the pale skin of her eyelid. 

Mimi then notices the tender caress of Indika’s palm on her leg, and gasps as subtly as she can, the softness of Indika’s fingers triggering a swarm of warmth beneath her pierced belly button. Mimi tries to ignore her sudden and vibrant desires, and begins applying the make-up to Indika’s other eye. But the heat remains, and she is distracted enough that she accidentally flicks some neon pink make-up on Indika’s forehead. 

“Oops,” Mimi says with a giggle, wiping away the excess eyeshadow she spilled across Indika’s eyebrow with her thumb. She moves a piece of Indika’s hair aside, slightly brushing against the base of her right horn. Indika takes a sharp breath in, the softness of Mimi’s fingers there causing her to thrum with equal parts heat and weightlessness.

Indika’s eyes flutter open, her violet eyes irises now gazing up at the Twi’lek mounting her. Mimi looks back down at her in awe, her lekku resting in front of her shoulders. She is relishing in the touch of the hybrid’s hands on her skin, the warmth of her palm, the dexterity of her fingers. She wants to tell her to keep going, lower, lower, lower…

“You’re so pretty, Mimi,” Indika whispers, the sweet words are heartfelt, sincere. Her hand begins to slowly trace upwards, lingering at Mimi’s hip, tracing the waistband of her shorts. Mimi holds her breath and blinks softly, the tension between them charged and thick, brimming with intimacy. Her heart beats wildly in her chest, her insides fluttering with lightness. She smirks through her nervous anticipation, a sultry smile painting her pink lips as her desire for the woman beneath her soars. She tosses aside the make-up brush and leans further forward, her arms resting either side of Indika's face.

“Do you really think so?” she asks coyly, hopefully.

“Yes,” Indika says. Her lavender gaze washes across the Twi’leks face as her fingers trail back down to squeeze the softness of Mimi’s upper thigh. A charged pause, and then:

“Kiss me, Mimi.”

Mimi whimpers softly as her suspicions are confirmed, and is enthralled to be able to finally kiss her best friend. She shuts her vibrant eyes and leans closer, ghosting her lips on Indika’s. She kisses her softly at first, and Indika inhales, her hands gripping Mimi tighter, sliding up from her legs to her hips and waist. She shifts upwards, taking control of the kiss and deepening it, slipping her tongue into Mimi’s mouth. They both moan, the kiss a sweet relief from the beautifully taught tension that has been brewing for too long between them.

Indika suddenly breaks the kiss, and Mimi whimpers at the loss. Then she swiftly flips the two of them around, so that Indika is on top of her. Mimi gasps as she slides her leg between her thighs, and Indi groans as she feels the warmth of her lover through her shorts. Mimi sighs at the flare of lust unfurling in her lower back, and her legs open further of their own accord, inviting Indika into her, desperate for her touch.

“Indika…” she mutters between kisses and moans, her hybrid lover grinding her upper leg into Mimi’s heat. “You want me?”

“I want you,” Indika confirms, pulling back to look at her. She’s so glorious beneath her, with her light blue eyes sparkling in lust, the remnants of silver make-up glittering on her skin, her lips plump and glistening from Indika’s kisses. Indi glides her palms down Mimi’s lekku, which make her shiver and writhe in heated despair beneath her. “Let me show you just how much I want you, pretty girl.” She teases a finger at Mimi’s mouth, lightly pulling at her bottom lip. 

“Please,” Mimi begs. Indika indulges her, pouncing on her and planting hot, wet kisses on her neck, trailing her hungry lips down her lean body. When she reaches her chest, she helps Mimi sit up so she can peel off her shirt, freeing her perk, pink breasts. She circles her small nipples with her tongue, flicking her piercing against the sensitive flesh. Mimi groans, arching her back and pushing her breast further into her lover's mouth. Indika begins to suck on her nipple, which leads into licking and lapping at both of her breasts. She trails her tongue and teeth up to Mimi's neck, nipping and marking her skin with the depth of her desire.

Indika is enlightened at the taste of her skin, sweetened by the remnant scent of her floral perfume. She nudges her thin nose against the base of Mimi's sensitive lekku, and purrs when she feels Mimi become undone beneath her.

"More," Mimi whimpers, needy, desperate. "I need so much more of you, Indi."

"I'll give you whatever you want," Indika promises. "I'm going to make those pretty lips sing for me, Mimi."

Mimi hums in satisfaction, and the two of them indulge in one another, exploring the blossoming sweetness of their bodies for the first time, truly making the night their own with decadent kisses, wild hands and dripping lust.

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tagging some friends in case u r interested: @stardustbee @kimageddon @sinisterexaggerator​ @frogunderarock​ @grinningnexu​

[samdeancass]

Repressed Feelings

Requested on Wattpad

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Characters: Sam, Y/N, Dean

Description: Sam and Y/N have had feelings each other for a while and haven’t known how to admit it to the other, so when a hunt goes wrong and somebody nearly dies, these feelings come to light.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? I mean it’s your first hunt and it’s a nest of vampires. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to sit this one out if you don’t feel ready.” 

You rolled your eyes and shook your head at Sams’ obvious chivalry. “Sam, I’ve been trained by the best hunters I know. I’m sure nothing’s gonna happen to me, and I’ll have you and Dean by my side.” 

Sam sighed and nodded, giving a forced smile. Truth is, he didn’t want you to come on the hunt because he didn’t want anything to happen to you. He just couldn’t find the words to tell you. Instead, he made a pact with himself to always be by your side during the hunt. 

You jumped off the bed, grabbed your bag and headed out the door. “You two comin’?” The brothers both grabbed their duffel bags and made their way out the door. “Dude if you just told her how you feel, maybe she’d think differently about this.” Sam raised his eyebrows. “Really, Dean? Even if I did, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. You know what she’s like.” 

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Once you got to the building, you all tried to make sure to stick together. You knew that the brothers would be more on edge with it being your first hunt but you wanted to prove to them that you do have what it takes. 

“Right, these werewolves that we’re huntin’, they’re mean sons of bitches and will kill no matter what’s in their way. So make sure that you shoot them right in the heart, alright Y/N?” You gulped and nodded your head. You were beginning to become a little nervous and you knew that Sam could sense it.

“Y/N, you really don’t have to do this. Me and Dean can take care of this if you want to stay here.” You gave Sam a small smile. “I’m fine, Sammy. Anyway, why do you want me to stay behind all of a sudden? You’ve been wanting to get me out into the field since forever.” A red blush colored Sam’s cheeks as you stifled a giggle.

“N-nothing. I-I just thought you may want to stay behind if you were unsure of doing this.” You laughed and clapped Sam on the arm. “Don’t worry, I’m definitely doing this.” Walking in front of the brothers, you opened the door and held it open for them, tapping your foot impatiently when they were taking their time.  “That was your chance, Sam. Right there. Dumbass.” Sam shot a look at Dean before following him into the building. 

The inside was very dark, very much what you’d expect a werewolf home to look like. You all pulled out your flashlights and held your guns in the other hand. Dean led you throughout multiple rooms only to find nothing. Sam made sure to stay behind you so he knew you were protected from both sides. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his eyes widened. 

He pushed you forward into Dean, sending you both tumbling to the floor, whilst Sam let out an agonising scream. You jumped into action, grabbing your flashlight and gun before aiming and shooting the wolf right in the heart as Sam fell to the floor. 

You ran over to Sam and slid your legs underneath his body, your hands cradling his head. “What did you do that for, Sam?! You are so stupid!” Sam chuckled and shakily cradled your cheek with his hand. “I did it for you, Y/N. I love you and I couldn’t see you getting hurt.” 

You could feel his blood soaking into the material of your jeans from the large gash in his side and tears started to stream down your face. Dean came running towards you both, his eyes widening when he seen the blood. “Call Cas, get him here now!” He nodded. “Hang in there, Sammy. You’re gonna be alright.”

You turned your attention back to Sam who was looking up at you, smiling. “You are so beautiful, I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.” You shook your head and placed a finger to his lips. “Don’t speak, save your energy.” You moved a stray hair from his face, your fingers dancing across his skin. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words from you Sam, because I feel the same way. I never wanted to tell you in case you didn’t feel the same way. I just wish that it wouldn’t have come to this for us to find out.”

A flutter of wings sounded at the side of you and you immediately moved out of the way for Cas to heal Sam. “I love you, Sam.” You walked over to Dean and wrapped your arms around him, sighing into his chest. “You’re brother’s stupid.” He chuckled. “You only just figured that out?” 

A loud scream and bright light came from behind you. You slowly turned around and smiled widely when you seen Sam walking towards you. A weight fell from your chest and you ran towards him, jumping into his arms and kissing his lips.

“Never do that again, Sam. I mean it.” He looked into your eyes, tucked your hair behind your ears and kissed you. “I can’t promise that. I’m always going to do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

[rize-said-so]

One Piece Live Action: Ep1 Romance Dawn

Gotta come out now.

When they first announced the live-action adaptation, I protested. But then the trailer came out and the showrunners spoke out their love for the series that I became hyped up for the release. And frankly -and yes, I'm still on episode 1, going to take my time with this one- it didn't disappoint. It was actually pretty good.

The sets, vfx, casts, the storyline, and just every bit of detail oozed with love for the source material and I'm happy and satisfied.

This gave goosebumps

I was looking Mingo and the others too

So, this is how Lyffy got in the barrel. Love them filling the gaps

It's a small change but a change I noticed. They changed her saying "Who is the most beautiful' to "Who is the strongest'

They teased with Baroque Works! VIVI! ROBIN! Need My Miss Wednesday and Miss All Sunday

And Zoro's into!

I'm hoping the flashback for Luffy and Shanks go on more.

Yes baby that's how you looked on your wanted poster ten years later

And the moment I've been waiting for

yum yum yum yum yum

He was visibly disgusted on th first bite but lept on eating. Yeah, that's my dumbass captain

Sneaking into marine base be like

Already have wanted posters but I also need live-action wanted posters

A pirate on his first day, a wannabe marine, bounty hunter, and a navigator walk into a bar

Plotting his first crime

Sorry not sorry

Captain found our navigator

Grandpa just wants his grandson to love him

I want one

AHHH! It's my king!

That horror-esque intro was perfect for my king

So far I like this adaptation. The curse is broken!

BONUS

Luffy being Luffy

[cryptid-pet]

Okay so, ummm I’m a little late here but like, I was re reading the merman cons and everything and u

Uh

What if

Carla and shin hunted the two mermans due to a request of the circus in the other town, they were willing to not only pay and give the two hunters weapons, and well, the request was only to catch one, the green fragile yet fast one, but the librarian and also a researcher of that town made a deal with Carla to give him the cure to his illness if he gives him the brother of that fragile yet fast merman, the grey one and Carla wanting to get rid of that illness agreed to such. Well here and there, days, months, in the end the two were caught. Carla had to give a whole explanation of WHY he had caught the other merman and not just one as agreed with the circus masters. And well, as a way to keep his brother out of his mess and not get him involved with the feared librarian/researcher of many poisons and ways to kill, Carla lied to him saying he wanted to see what the town named as “The beauty of the deep abyss” but what a shame they had caught the wrong one (the name is actually given to Kou since you know he’s a siren and very beautiful to the human eye, Carla lied saying he wanted to see Kou but he caught the “wrong one” as in Ruki instead) shin being the dumbass of course believed. And well, Shin has to train the green merman into being obedient and not trying to escape so the two merman stay with them for a longggggg period of time. In this time, Shin actually takes a likening to the grey eyes (Azusa) he sees every morning. But Carla on the other hand, is frustrated. Why? Something about those grey eyes (Ruki) he sees rarely, trapped in the blue hue of the glass water room, the way they stare at him, like desperate, yet proud, anger yet helplessness. For some reason, he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to what? Give him away? Or keep him near? He doesn’t know! That’s why he’s frustrated

it’s so early for this and the way this ask kept going and going LOLLLLL

I mean it adds more to the AU left alone, but I feel like Carla and Shin would want this to be their OWN thing

you briefly mentioned how the town could provide a cure to Carla’s illness, but the illness itself is still unknown, so it might not be able to be cured from them. Also, Carla is determined already to find it himself.

Lord, can you imagine Shin trying to train the mermen? Can you? All I see is Twevle Years of Slave right before my two eyes

But either way, it all loops back to the Fohnders growing a liking to Azusa and Ruki, just through a different path

[bi-bard]

Familiar Foes - Ninth Doctor Imagine (Doctor Who)

Title: Familiar Foes

Pairing: Ninth Doctor X Reader

Word Count: 4,285 words

Warning(s): canonical death/violence, mentions of war, presence of a dumbass (my hatred for Van Statten is as strong as it was when I was 9 and watching this episode for the first time)

Summary: (Season 1, Episode 6) The Doctor and (Y/n) are led to the one thing in the universe that neither one of them wanted to see again.

Author's Note: Here's some of that very sad Savior backstory that y'all will probably want for later.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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It all started with a distress signal.

Some signal coming that had pulled the TARDIS off course at some point.

When the TARDIS landed, the Doctor walked out first, looking all around the room we were in. I followed soon after and Rose hopped out behind me.

"So, what is it," she asked. "What's wrong?"

"Don't know," the Doctor replied. "Some kind of signal, drawing the TARDIS off course."

"A distress signal," I added, looking around the floor at the collection of glass containers. "Something here is in trouble."

"Where are we," Rose looked at the two of us. I just looked at the Doctor.

"Earth," he answered. "Utah, North America. About half a mile underground."

"That's why it's so stuffy in here," I mumbled.

"And... when are we," Rose added.

"2012," he said, looking at one of the things on display.

"God, that's so close," she said. "I should be 26."

Just as she spoke, the Doctor flicked on a light switch, giving us all a better view of the attractions that the room held.

It was terrible. A museum dedicated to the worst. The dead versions of the worst. Like a hunter mounting their kill on the wall. Even though you could tell that the person who put them there didn't hunt them. Monsters lining every wall like they were beautiful paintings.

Slitheen, Cybermen, any alien that you could picture was probably there.

"It's awful," I muttered as we walked through. "All of it. It's terrible. And there's something here that's alive."

"And in pain," the Doctor added.

I closed my eyes, genuinely worried that I was going to throw up if I didn't.

My eyes only opened when an alarm went off. I looked over to see the Doctor touching the glass on one of the cages. I sighed at him before looking around at the collection of armed guards that ran in.

"If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you lot exhibit A," Rose said.

We were led by the guards to some kind of office. There was a balding man sitting at a glass desk. Some kid was showing him a musical instrument like it was some kind of ship part. He made it very clear that he didn't know what he was talking about.

"You didn't get information about what you were buying," I asked, not even thinking about it.

"Shut it," the lady in the room snapped at me.

"I'm helping."

"What do you mean," the balding man looked at me.

"Channels for fuel," I repeated to the boy. "You very clearly have no idea what that is."

The two of them didn't reply.

"It's an instrument," I explained.

"Like a weapon?"

"Why would I not just say weapon," I muttered. "Like a musical instrument. It's very delicate, you shouldn't hold it like that."

"Plus, you just look silly," the Doctor added, going to grab for it. He stopped when the guards aimed their guns at him.

The balding man stood up and handed the instrument to him. The Doctor carefully dragged his fingers along the instrument. It let out a few notes that made me grin.

The two of us looked at each other and he grinned back at me. I looked back over at the balding man. He snagged the instrument from the Doctor's hands. He tried to play it, but he was rough and aggressive.

"Gentle," I said, cringing at the notes. "It reacts to your fingerprint. You need to be delicate."

Finally, some nice notes came out of the instrument.

"Very good," the Doctor noted. "Quite the expert."

"As are you," the man replied. Because I obviously didn't do enough to prove valuable. He threw the instrument to the side. "Who exactly are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. And who are you?"

"Like you don't know."

Oh, I was going to hate this guy. I could just tell.

"You were hidden away with the most valuable collection of extraterrestrial artifacts in the world, and you just stumbled in by mistake."

"You'd be amazed how often it happens," I replied.

"And you are?"

"(Y/n)."

"Well, (Y/n), the question is, how did you get in? 53 floors down, with your little cat-burglar accomplice. Quite the collectors yourself, she's rather pretty."

"She's gonna smack you if you keep her 'she'," Rose said.

"She's English too," the man ignored her. "Hey, Little Lord Fauntleroy, got you a girlfriend."

"This is Mr. Henry van Statten," the boy from earlier introduced.

"And who is he when he's at home," Rose asked.

"Mr. Van Statten owns the internet," he explained.

The Doctor and I looked at each other for a moment. In what world was a single human meant to have that much power? Controlling the media and the ads people see and websites that stay up. It's the makings of dictatorship.

"No one owns the internet," Rose shook her head.

"Let's keep the whole world thinking that way, right, kids," Henry replied.

"So, you're just about an expert in everything except for the things in your museum," the Doctor said. "What you don't understand, you lock up."

"And you claim greater knowledge," Henry asked.

"I don't need to make claims. I know how good I am."

"And yet I captured you right next to the Cage. What were you doing down there?"

"You tell me," the Doctor shrugged.

"The Cage contains my one living specimen," Henry explained.

"And what's that," I asked.

"Like you don't know."

"Assume that I'm an idiot."

He glared at me.

"Show us," the Doctor chimed in again.

"You wanna see it," Henry asked. "Goddard! Inform the Cage we're heading down. You, English, look after the girl. And you two, the ones with greater knowledge... come and see my pet."

I waited for the Doctor to walk into the elevator. I looked at Rose for a moment. She just grinned and nodded for me to follow them. I nodded back at her before glancing at Henry's shopper. She rolled her eyes at me before I followed the Doctor.

The elevator ride to the Cage was silent. Tense. in all honesty, I was scared. Not of Van Statten, but of whatever could be in his cage. I didn't want to assume the worse, but even evil creatures can send distress signals. I glanced at the Doctor, who was staring straight ahead at the door. I wonder if he had been thinking the

"We've tried everything," Henry explained as he went to unlock the door. "The creature has shielded itself, but there's definite signs of life inside."

I furrowed my eyebrows, but the Doctor beat me to the question, "Inside? Inside what?"

"Welcome back, sir."

A man in an orange suit and black gloves walked out of the Cage.

"I've had to take the power down, the Metaltron is resting."

"Metaltron," the Doctor repeated. We looked at each other again. It was like we were trying to sort the answer without speaking.

"Thought of it myself," Van Statten grinned. "Good, isn't it?"

"Childish," I corrected.

"Well, I'd much prefer to find out its real name."

The man in the suit held out the gloves he had to the Doctor. "The last guy that touched... burst into flames."

"Won't touch it them" the Doctor replied.

"Go ahead," Van Statten nodded. "Impress me."

The Doctor went to walk into the Cage. I followed a few steps behind him but was stopped.

"Hey," I said.

"Sorry, too much risk putting you both in at once," Van Statten shrugged.

The Doctor looked at me. "I'll be fine. Right inside."

I nodded and stepped back.

As the door shut, we all surrounded some monitor on a control panel. The Doctor started off kind and understanding. My eyes zoned in on the small glint of blue light on the other side of the cage.

"I'm sorry about this," the Doctor said. "Mr. Van Statten might think he's clever, but never mind him."

"It's an eyestalk," I muttered as my mind filled in the image around the little blue light. "Let him out."

"I would advise you to keep quiet."

I was ready to slap the rest of the hair off of Van Statten's balding head.

"I've come to help," the Doctor continued. "I'm the Doctor."

My heart dropped at the robotic voice that replied to him, "Doctor? The Doctor?"

Dalek.

No. No, no, no. Anything but that. It couldn't be. It was impossible. This... This should never have happened. They were supposed to be gone. Just like the Time Lords. Gone forever.

If it was still here, then what was the point of it all?

"Let him out," I repeated.

"it's talking," Van Statten waved me off.

I went to run over to the cage door as the Dalek started trying to attack the Doctor. One of the guards grabbed me, trying to pull me away. I landed a blow to his stomach before flipping him onto his back on the floor. I stood up straight, immediately being met with the barrel of a gun just a few centimeters from my back. I slowly held my hands up.

"It's going to kill all of us."

"Shut up," Van Statten snapped.

"But it is," I continued. "It's a Dalek. As soon as it gets free, it will destroy every last being that doesn't fit its exact image. Because that's what a Dalek is. A creature of pure hatred. How do you think it'll feel about the people that imprisoned it?"

"And what of the Time Lords," everyone turned back to the monitor again as the Dalek spoke. I didn't move. I just closed my eyes.

"Burnt with the rest of them," the Doctor replied. "The end of the Last Great Time War."

I bit my lip.

"And the coward survived," the Dalek replied.

Everything around me faded. The Doctor and I hadn't talked about the Time War in a little while now. Not in any depth. Rose asked about the fate of the Time Lords after her first trip, but that was it.

I came back to my senses as I was grabbed again, arm pulled behind me. I tried to yank myself away, only stopping when I saw the Doctor getting dragged out kicking and screaming.

I was dragged away in an opposite direction.

"Doctor," I shouted.

I was placed in a little room, being told that they would come to get me when Van Statten needed me.

"You need to listen to me!"

The door slammed in my face just as I made it over. I slammed my hands against the metal door.

"Listen! I know more about this creature than you! It will kill all of you! You need my help! You need the Doctor's help! Let me out!"

No one talked to me. No one listened to me.

"I am trying to help! Let me out now!!"

I continued hitting my hand against the door and yelling for someone to listen to me.

I heard an alarm start going off. The Dalek had gotten out of the Cage. I only started yelling more.

I stepped back as the door opened again. The Doctor stood on the other side.

"Come on," he said.

"What did they do to you," I asked as we moved quickly to the elevator.

"I'm fine, it doesn't matter," he promised.

We went back up to Van Statten's office, running over to the screen that was connected to the Cage.

"You've gotta keep it in that cell," the Doctor shouted.

"Doctor, it's all my fault."

What the hell was Rose doing down there at all? And why did she think it was her fault?

"I've sealed the compartment," one of the guards explained. "He can't get out. That door's got a billion combinations."

"Dalek's a genius," the Doctor replied. "It can calculate a thousand billion combinations in one second flat."

The door slowly opened. The guards started shooting at the Dalek.

"Don't shoot it, I want it unharmed!"

"Please let me lock him in a cupboard somewhere," I muttered to the Doctor when Van Statten yelled.

"Rose, get out of there!"

Rose, the kid, and one of the soldiers left. The Dalek seemed uninterested in the remaining soldier, instead moving to the monitor that we had been viewing. The screen went dark.

Goddard ran to the desk, frantically typing into the main computer. The Doctor and Van Statten ran over. I just turned around to look at the trio.

"We're losing power," she explained. "It's draining the base."

The screen changes to show a map.

"Oh my God," she muttered. "It's draining the entire power supplies of the whole of Utah."

"Repairing itself," I said. "Returning to full power."

"It's downloading," the Doctor added.

"Downloading what," Van Statten asked as the entire west coast of America lost power.

"It's not just energy. That Dalek just absorbed the entire internet. It knows everything."

"Crap," I muttered.

"Cameras in the vault are down," Goddard said.

"We're running on emergency power; it's drained everything else," the Doctor looked to Van Statten. "You have to kill it now!"

"All guards to converge on the Metaltron Cage immediately," Goddard instructed.

We could only listen to the chaos in the halls. The gunshots and the screaming.

"Tell them to stop shooting," Van Statten yelled.

"It's killing them," Goddard snapped.

"They're dispensable, that Dalek is unique."

"Then, you go throw yourself in front of its weapons," I said.

"I don't want a scratch on its bodywork, do you hear me," he asked, happy to be a complete idiot.

The gunshots died out.

Van Statten finally fell silent as Goddard and the Doctor looked at a map of the museum. We were near the surface, the vault was near the bottom, and the Dalek was making its way to the elevator. Any alien weapons were blocked by the Dalek's path. To put it simply, we were kind of screwed.

"Do you have an emergency protocol," I asked. "Surely you planned some kind of procedure for if this happened."

"We can seal the entire vault," Van Statten suggested. "We can keep it alive."

"Leaving everyone trapped with it," the Doctor replied. "Rose is down there. I won't let that happen. Have you got that?"

Van Statten sulked away like a scolded child.

"What's here," the Doctor pointed to part of the map.

"Weapons testing," Goddard answered.

"Arm everyone. that's the only way you'll have a chance to defeat it."

Goddard nodded and stood up. The Doctor took her spot and started typing.

"I thought you were the great experts," Van Statten asked. "If you're so impressive, then why not reason with this Dalek?"

"It doesn't do reason," I replied.

"Everything needs something."

"What's the nearest town," the Doctor asked.

"Salt Lake City."

"Population?"

"One million."

"All dead," I finished the thought. "It kills everything different than it. I told you before. Anything different than itself is wrong. It believes all of them deserve to die."

"And you've let it loose," the Doctor added.

There was a new batch of guards ready. Everyone that they had armed with weapons. The Dalek waited out their fire. That's when we got vision of it. It wanted us to watch it survive the attack. To realize how impossible it was going to be to stop it.

It used the fire sprinkler system to electrocute the soldiers on the ground. And then shot the ones on the walkway up above.

The room around us fell silent.

Until the Doctor asked about sealing the vault.

Van Statten moved to the other side of the computer. "It was designed to be a bunker in the event of nuclear war. Steel bulkheads-"

"Not enough power," Goddard explained. "Those bulkheads are massive."

"We've got emergency power," the Doctor replied. "Reroute that to the vault doors."

"We'd have to bypass the security codes. That would take a computer genius

"Good thing you've got me, then," Van Statten grinned before starting to type.

"Wow, he can help-"

"I don't want to die," he cut me off. "And nobody knows this software better than me."

The image of the Dalek came back on screen.

The Doctor walked toward it.

I had to focus to block out the screaming. Something about seeing him so blindly aggressive made me want to vomit. He yelled for the Dalek to die. To cleanse the universe of their filth. It was all so intense. Rage that I had never truly seen from another living being.

Then, the image was gone.

"Seal the vault," he said simply.

He grabbed a spare earpiece and soniced it before tossing it to me. He sat down across from Van Statten to help with the security codes.

"It'll call Rose's phone automatically. I need you to be our line of communication."

"Absolutely," I nodded.

I tucked the earpiece in my ear before pressing the button.

The plan after that seemed to fall into place. Get Rose and the kid- Adam, apparently- to level 49. Close the door to the vault. Everyone alive is kept safe. Dalek is trapped to rust in the vault.

It should've been easy. It should've worked.

I felt my chest tighten as the Doctor started closing the bulkheads. I bit my tongue for a second, just waiting until they said the vault was sealed.

"Did you make it," I asked Rose. She didn't respond. "Rose. Are you safe?"

"Sorry. I was a bit slow."

My heart fell and I looked to the Doctor, who had moved to stand in front of me. I shook my head.

"It wasn't your fault," she promised. "Remember that, okay? This wasn't your fault. You did everything you could."

"(Y/n)-"

"And y'know what? I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

I took a shaky breath before abruptly pulling the earpiece out when I heard the Dalek's voice.

Again, silence fell over us all.

"It killed her," I mumbled.

The Doctor looked away from me.

"I... I never saw one," I muttered, eyes focused on the earpiece that I mindless moved between my fingers. "A Dalek. Not really. I learned about them. I was told that I needed to be ready for any threat. I studied them. Every known version."

I could feel the Doctor looking at me.

"They'd... They'd lock me in these fake scenarios with different threats," I continued. "Anything that they thought I could eventually face. I would have to fight them and find some kind of way to defeat them. I even regenerated a few times because of it. That's why I studied so many creatures and planets and things. All to be prepared. I should've been able to save her."

"You never told me that," the Doctor replied, effectively ignoring my final statement. "Any of it."

"Why would I? It wasn't important."

"I'm sorry."

I finally looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What for?"

"You were treated as a weapon," he muttered. "Locked away in a box until they thought you needed to be used."

"It was my destiny. My fate. I had to do what was necessary."

He sighed. "No. That's not fate. That's torture."

My shoulders tensed and I looked away again. I instead turned my anger to the man in charge of this museum.

"Are you proud of yourself," I asked. Quiet rage that changed the atmosphere of the room. "Of your collection? Tell me, do you value life so little that you can still be proud? Burying the stars just for your amusement?"

When he didn't speak up, I walked forward. I got right in his face.

"I have studied humanity," I was almost whispering. "I have read of every awful thing that they've done. Every war, every disgusting act. No man has made me question why we'd bother protecting humanity more than you."

"Doctor, I recommend you control your pet," Henry said, looking away from me.

"Call me a pet again and I'll show you what I was trained to do."

The Doctor touched my upper arm. I turned my head slightly to show I was listening, but I didn't look at him.

"(Y/n)..."

I sighed and finally stepped back.

"Protecting humanity," Goddard spoke up. "You're an alien too?"

"Two hearts," I pointed at both sides of my chest. "I'd invite you to scan me and prove it, but you locked that equipment downstairs with the Dalek and my best friend."

"I helped lock that door," the Doctor muttered to me.

"Don't think that I forgot."

The Doctor seemed to understand my anger. We had promised Rose to get her home safe. She was a kid. 19. Had the chance to have a future. A husband, maybe a little family. And we stole that from her. She was the first person that I had met after Gallifrey fell, and I got her killed. I failed, again.

The elevator opened.

The Doctor stormed over to Adam. "You were quick on your feet, leaving Rose behind."

"I'm not the one who sealed the vault!"

The screen buzzed.

We all looked over at it.

"Rose," I muttered at the sight of her.

"Open the bulkhead or Rose Tyler dies," the Dalek said.

"You're alive," the Doctor let out a very clear breath of relief, ignoring the Dalek.

"Can't get rid of me," she replied.

"I thought you were dead."

"Open the bulkhead," the Dalek yelled.

"Don't do it," Rose shouted.

"What is the use of emotions, if you will not save the woman you love?"

I looked at the Doctor. I knew it. I had guessed it a while ago. But the Doctor never let himself truly acknowledge the conversation.

"I killed her once," the Doctor said, walking to the keyboard. "I can't do it again."

He pressed the enter button, opening the bulkheads.

Right after he did, he took off with Adam to find a gun to fight the Dalek. I followed him. I felt uneasy as he found a gun that worked.

"Will you be able to do this," I asked. "Kill something?"

"I've done it before."

"And you want more blood on your hands?"

He stopped for a moment. "To save Rose? Absolutely."

He took off running.

I followed close behind him.

When we found the Dalek and Rose, she was standing in front of an open shell. The Dalek was feeling the sun on its body. It was at peace.

"Get out of the way," the Doctor said, aiming the gun at it.

"Doctor..."

"Rose, get out of the way, now," he repeated, ignoring me.

"No, 'cause I won't let you do this," she shook her head.

"That thing killed hundreds of people."

"It's not the one pointing the gun at me."

"I've got to do this. The Daleks destroyed my home, my people. I've got nothing left."

"It was my home too," I stepped forward. "And I'm saying not to do this."

"(Y/n)-"

"Look at it," I pushed. "It's different. Something's happened to it."

"It couldn't kill Van Statten," Rose explained. "It couldn't kill me. It's changing. What about you, Doctor? What the hell are you changing into?"

The Doctor lowered the gun, letting it drop to his side. He started and stopped his explanations before seeming to give up on them.

"Rose, they're all dead," the Doctor explained.

"Why do we survive," the Dalek asked.

"I don't know," he replied.

"I am the last of the Daleks."

"You're not even that. Rose did more than regenerate you. You absorbed some of her DNA."

"You're part human," I added. "You're something new."

"I'm sorry."

"Isn't that better," Rose asked.

"Not for a Dalek."

"I can feel so many ideas," the Dalek said. "So much darkness. Rose. Give me orders. Order me to die."

"I can't do that," she replied.

"This is not life. This is sickness. I shall not be like you. Order my destruction!"

"Do it."

"Are you frightened, Rose Tyler?"

"Yeah."

"So am I."

Rose ran over as the shell of the Dalek closed again. A small, controlled explosion destroyed the last remaining Dalek.

The walk to the TARDIS was quiet. Solemn.

"It's over," I muttered. The Doctor had his hand resting on the TARDIS door. "The last Time War is over."

"We won," he replied.

"At what cost," I whispered.

He couldn't speak again before Adam came running up to us, rambling about there being cement being poured in. The base was being closed.

Rose convinced the Doctor to let Adam in. I chuckled at how easy it had been for her to talk him into it.

The Doctor grabbed my arm while Rose pushed Adam inside.

"Are we testing if regeneration works while we're suffocating in cement," I asked.

"Just wait a second, will you," he said, pulling the door shut. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I waved him off.

"(Y/n)-"

"I am fine," I cut him off. "But... what I told you... I'd like that to be between us."

He nodded. I went to walk inside but he grabbed my arm again.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," he explained. "You deserved some kind of shot at a normal life and I'm sorry."

I bit my lip. I didn't want to listen to his speech again. "Thank you."

A smile broke out on the Doctor's face before he pulled me into a hug. I let out a chuckle as I hugged him back.

"Now, come on," he said as he stepped back. He stepped around me to get inside. "Can't let you go get buried in cement, now, can I?"

I rolled my eyes and followed him inside.

If it was only the two of us left, then the least that I could do was trust him. In some capacity, at least.

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I won’t have time to add them to my carrd for a while so quick reference for the old new goon squad 🤪

Liam “Jekyll” Hyde- hellhound shifter demon, he’s in his late-mid 20s, He/Him, big idiot who rushes into situations head first but is also the first to laugh at the consequences. Long dark red hair that’s pulled half up usually but still in his face, light tan with dark freckles all over his body and long claw scars from his chest over his shoulder down his back and a supernaturally large bite scar on his shoulder. His eyes are green into gold toward the iris, the gold takes over the more he shifts eventually also darkening his sclera. He grew up on the infernal plane with other hellhounds until he was summoned by Hunter, at which point he agreed to be their familiar and spent his time split between earth and infernal planes from his early teens. He’s the largest personality and the leader of the pack if you will, but he’s also the bleeding heart always taking in strays it’s in his nature

Hunter (WIP last name)- infernal witch 3/4 human 1/4 incubus on their mother’s side, they’re half a year older than Jekyll, They/Them, a bit heavy on the sarcasm but very approachable/caring. Shorter light hair, they tend to dye it vibrant hues but it is naturally a whitish color, somewhat pale with no noticeable blemishes save for hidden enchanted tattoos. Their eyes are a light blue with a violet shift, more prominent when they’re practicing magic or using their demonic influence. They grew up with their dad as a single parent, summoned Jekyll when they realized they had bloodline magic and wanted to have a friend around that would understand since other kids saw them as weird with their mom’s mysterious background. Definitely an enabler and sarcastic best friend type, a bit more parental of the group but will encourage dumbass behavior too

Adora “D” Nova- succubus, she’s the youngest though only by a few months and still in her late-mid 20’s, She/Her, a ray of sunshine guaranteed to lighten the mood when she steps into the room she’s also the most emotionally intelligent/developed. Split color hair falls past her shoulders in a shag cut, one side a deep copper and the other a medium warm blonde dyed or natural she’ll never tell, her light skin has a few beauty marks and a dark gothic winged heart tattoo on her lower stomach. (She’ll tell you it’s a “succubus birth mark” but she got it tattooed on a dare on Earth when she was 19) Her eyes tend to shift color depending on the environment and if she’s exerting any influence, they’re normally a deep burnt maroon red that lighten to a brighter raspberry pink when using her talents. She also grew up on the infernal plane and made friends with Jekyll when they were late teens, eventually sparked up a romantic relationship in their young adult into early 20s that’s more or less on again off again because the lines between friends and lovers has already been blurred. She hangs out with the pack as often as possible, though she does pop back and forth between the planes more than anyone else she makes plenty of time to drag the crew along to seedy dive bars for post punk shows on the regular and they all blend right in

Zeke (WIP last name)- ((more of a secondary muse if you have good rp ideas it helps to bring his muse out!)) demon? (He refuses to disclose), he says he’s the oldest by a year but he’s cagey about the exact numbers late 20s, He/Him, unsettling and occasionally uncanny yet he’s the comic relief of any tense situation. He also frequently dyes his hair, typically shades of muted blues and greens, it’s trimmed tight on the sides and loose on top purposefully messy, he sports a tan that comes and goes with the seasons when he isn’t pasty white. His eyes are a light brown with metallic flakes that catch in the light, it doesn’t seem they glow or change at all with talent use but there is a sharpness to them that’s otherworldly even among hellhounds and other-planar beasts. He met the group on earth when they were all 19-21 ish at a house show and they clicked instantly, he mostly hangs out with the group and prefers to not be on his own unless he’s set on a mission (usually it’s a snack run- this man can eat). He’s dodgy about personal information and can be generally unsettling to be around if you’re unfamiliar with him, but he does his best to quell those feelings in other people when he speaks to them.